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Hi! i'm Ada a Slavic artist and this is my main blog for Artwork and Commissions! NSFW occasionally. Do not repost my artwork l
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I'm reading Cycle of Hatred and like

"Three years ago, while both Theramore and the cities of Durotar were being built, Jaina had given Thrall a magical talisman: a small stone carved in the shape of one of the old Tirisfalen runes. Jaina had its twin in her own possession. Thrall needed only to hold it and think of her, and Jaina‟s talisman would glow; the reverse also held true. If they wished to meet in secret, to discuss issues that affected one or the other, or both, of their people away from the politics of their positions as leaders—or if they simply wished to talk as old friends and comrades—all they had to do was activate the talisman. Jaina would then teleport to the butte, and Thrall would come by airship, since the butte was inaccessible any other way."

Was someone going to tell me they have matching talismans that GLOW WHEN THEY THINK OF EACH OTHER or was I just supposed to find that out now after 20 years of playing this game lmao

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pebsterino

I NEED TO DRAW THIS 😭😭

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tench

Some pairings come and go

And some strike you in the middle of the night with painful nostalgia and you go "you now what, what if I ignore the last 20 years of gaming history with all the revisions of one of the most popular mmos of all time"

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its so effin crazy that Thrall still spends after all these expansions and books more time with Jaina LOL.

Its so funny to me because they were perfect for each other but ofc we can't have a cross-faction ship of this size??? damn.

Anyways Thraina guys!!!

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vict0riano

to these darkened halls

He realizes there’s a hollow trembling inside him where his infected heart used to beat, the stitches that had sewn his self whole together tightening, reminding him of the broken thing he used to be. He looks down at the floor, breathing deeply and allowing himself to… consider. 

Stone covered in thick carpets and fabrics. Soft, durable, dark, they hadn’t been like that before. He used to like blue. The coverlet brushes against the ground, an empty luxury, unshared. He’d never allowed himself much thought. He never allowed himself to remember the way he’d destroyed his—their—bedroom. Shared barely for an instant, he’d turned his rage against the furniture, erasing her memory, erasing her smell and the way she felt against him, disgusted by his own blindness, his naivety. Disgusted by the unfamiliar, weak, all-consuming need

Disgusted by her ambition. Disgusted by her disregard. 

My friend @pebsterino made an amazing cover for the fanfic I wrote her!

It can be found in my AO3 [here]

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