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i love it when characters are package deals, i love duos i love trios i love quartets, i love groups and squads, i love it when you can’t find one without the other(s), i love it when they’re glued at the hip, i love it no matter the context of these dynamics, i lov

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Sometimes feeling empty is nice.

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I need my blankies

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Arthas Menethil in Shadowlands Afterlives: Bastion (2020, Blizzard Entertainment)

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My GaloLio candy charm is finally up on my store! You can find it at https://blackdragonfly.storenvy.com/ ~

Reblogs are appreciated!

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This is what I keep thinking about when I see the new night elf customization options.

Which is not to say I don’t like it; it’s completely on brand and I love it.

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important

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I had originally hoped for a conversation at least between Rex and Ahsoka at the end of “Victory and Death”, some acknowledgement of Ahsoka sensing the deaths of the Jedi, a conversation about where each of them would be going after this, and I would have gladly taken it, had it happened. But there was something about the brutal numbness of those final shots that really sucker punched me hard, that I think any conversation could have taken away from the desolation of it. They’re both standing in the ruins and graves of everything they tried to save. They tried so hard to save the clones, but they couldn’t do it. The Jedi tried so hard to save the galaxy, but they couldn’t do it. Padme tried so hard to save the galaxy from political tyranny, but she couldn’t do it. Ahsoka and Rex driven apart like they were in the end, the wreckage of everything they tried to save surrounding them, all the hopes they had for a brighter future just around the corner, it didn’t need words. It was all dead, there was nothing they needed to say to drive that home. We saw it in everything around them. After all that adrenaline-packed absolute chaos on the way down, the last blaze of glory of the Republic dying, the quiet was deafening.

^ THIS DOESN’T NEED ANY WORDS TO MAKE US FEEL THE WEIGHT OF ALL THAT DEATH.

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what happened to the fat dragon we knew and loved

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Tune in on February 20 at 6 a.m. PT / 9 a.m ET for a roughly 25-minute livestreamed Animal Crossing: New Horizons Direct, featuring an in-depth look at Nook Inc.’s Deserted Island Getaway Package!

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GOD KNOWS I WANT TO BREAK FREEEEEEEE

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- make me choose between two things: Deaders or Elves?

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For those who didn’t know, I used to be a bonafide belf main for about three years. @strifetamer was my old main.

After awhile, I got bored of playing elves and wanted to try something new. Thus Remy was born.

If I had the choice? I’d still pick Undead.

There’s something about playing an undead that can’t feel pain, that’s lived two lives, that’s still trying to live in a world that hates them that has so much more depth than playing a belf for me at least. And honestly? One of the best feelings in the world is proving the hateful folk wrong.

Yeah. You’re going to limit your potential RP circle and connections you can make solely based on this choice. You’re going to have to deal with a lot of IC hate and suspicion, moreso than ANY other race in the game. You’re just going to have to deal with the fact that some people ICly will not like your character based on this, and that’s fine.

Forsaken have suffered more than any other race in the game save for maybe the Draenei. We’re constantly painted as villains. And maybe it’s my love for the Dark is Not Evil trope that keeps me going. Because sometimes, it sucks.

I’ve been refused service at events. I’ve dealt with IC hate, suspicion, and insults so much that I almost expect it at least once every event I go to. And I’m pleasantly surprised if I’m not. And I continue to deal with it based on, again, the depth of Forsaken as a race.

We’re weary. We’ve lived two lives. We’ve carved our place in the world despite no one wanting us. Many of us have experienced loss twice, perhaps even three times over depending on where your undead grew up. We’re constantly seen as villains and people are afraid of us. And we continue to do so based on one thing the Forsaken do better than anyone:

Press on despite difficulty. Press on despite what Azeroth and its living denizens throw at you or call you. Press on despite what you’ve already lost.

Sometimes, you feel like giving up. This isn’t fair. They don’t know what it’s like.

They don’t know about having to walk around and constantly deal with hateful eyes.

They don’t know about dying and being denied the sweet release of the afterlife to be a nameless soldier in a tyrant’s army without a choice.

They don’t know about having the Undercity being the only place for you to feel at home without judgment, only for it to be stripped away and destroyed.

They don’t know about not being able to sleep, let alone dream.

They don’t know the pain of not being able to feel warmth, kiss a loved one, or even taste food or drink.

They don’t know about having to walk by the mirror and be reminded of what a monster you are.

They don’t know.

They will never know.

And this is why I play Forsaken.

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A mildly spicy take, but whatever the everloving crap Calia is cannot be defineed as Forsaken; it’s something that should be evident within the name and their story. What defines the Forsaken is as follows:

You were forsaken by the Light, which now causes pain rather than comfort

You were forsaken by the living, who abhor you as monsters

You were either abandoned or killed by those who ruled Lordaeron

You were forsaken and rejected by those who you once considered allies.

I’m seeing a pattern here, aren’t you?

Meanwhile Calia is the darling of the alliance who was reanimated by a bloody naaru and is surrounded by close allies - of whom likely see her as the rightful ruler of Lordaeron. Under no definition is she Forsaken, or has any equivalent experience of being reviled and rejected in a similar manner.

And honestly, I imagine a lot of actual Forsaken find that kind of insulting, that the only undead welcomed by the Alliance are people like her or Faol who fit into a narrow margin of sufficiently holy undead. Which in itself, is a rejection of the fact that the Forsaken had to fight tooth and claw in order to prove to the world that they weren’t just a blemish upon Azeroth to be erased. That they had the right to exist, regardless of how uncomfortable it made their living kin.

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Some scallywag: Calia should be the new leader of the Forsaken! She can redeem them!

Long-time Forsaken players:

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Envy

Envy.

Perhaps the most basic commonality among all Forsaken: Want.

Wanting something another has: Material wealth, security, a loving family, a high social standing…

Remington has not been exempt from these desires from time to time: The desire for normalcy, the desire to live a safe and happy existence in her homelands.

But that dream is long gone, made an impossibility. And if Remington was met with the choice to go back to being Human, to return to the living, she wouldn’t.

“All of you spewing your hate toward us, your vitriol that we’re monsters…

We were just like you once: People that just wanted to carve their place in the world and make the world better than it was when we were first brought into it.

None of us chose this path, yet we’re condemned to live out a second, cursed existence because of a tyrant king.

You barred your doors when we wished to reunite with those who we called family.

You chased us out of our homes in life for something none of us had a choice in.

And when we pleaded to you for help, you turned your backs.

And now you have the audacity to call us monsters?

Many of us have tried to prove ourselves, prove that we’re different. We’ve fought and bled alongside you all against every imaginable threat to this world time and time again.

Yet many of you still treat us with contempt.

And no matter what we do, you’ll never look at us as just what we were: Human.

If you call us monsters, then we’ll be monsters. But make no mistake.

We are Forsaken.

And you all made us this way.”

-An excerpt from Remington Thornbolt’s personal journal.

Sinful Headcanons

Thank you for the ask, @ravenquote !