#Cenarius

[tourneys-by-me]

Preliminaries Part 5 - Phytomancy 1/3

Top 4 gets into the final preliminary post.

#element specific character tournament #element character tourney #preliminaries #polls #phytomancy #en dorohedoro #dorohedoro #crazy dave #plants vs zombies #Camille Severin #muted #Groot #marvel #cenarius #world of warcraft #Massive Moss Charger #hollow knight #forest spirit princess mononoke #princess mononoke #minegishi toshiki #mob psycho 100 #bulbasaur #pokemon #moolinda wu #wizard 101 #spore knight #shovel knight

[suomarart]

Lord of the Forest, approx. 37 hours on Procreate

Commission Information: https://www.deviantart.com/suomar/journal/Commission-Information-2022-Closed-723214785

#digital art #digital painting #art #painting #drawing #illustration #illustrator #digital drawing #cenarius #world of warcraft #warcraft #warcraft art #warcraft rp #warcraftfanart #centaur #satyr #fantasy painting #fantasy art #high fantasy #dark fantasy #character #fantasy #antlers #noai #no ai art #procreate #digital illustration #digital artist #artist on tumblr

[genn-did-everything-wrong]

I know this will start WWIII but I will only speak the truth.

#I’m sorry loves I just dont like Varian #and malfurion is a bitch #world of warcraft #warcraft #genn greymane #uther the lightbringer #medivh #thrall #mathias shaw #nozdormu #khadgar #varok saurfang #anduin lothar #lorthemar theron #bolvar fordragon #cenarius #turalyon #velen #malfurion #varian wrynn

[nuudoodles]

a commission for @sometimesminze ! 🌿

#wow #world of warcraft #cenarius #commission #art commission #colour

[eastern-lights]

Excuse me but

Cenarius sheds his antlers??

Does he walk around for a few months every other century with little new baby nubs on his head?

Does this mean Broll Bearmantle sheds his antlers too? Does Malfurion??

Wait, do Highmountain Tauren shed their antlers? or do they get to keep them year round since they’re transformed horns?

#warcraft #world of warcraft #cenarius

[irishk0rn]

Guilty

I don’t actually hate Cenarius, I just don’t particularly care for him or his character. He just happened to be the target of my negative projection as I project onto Illidan.

Trans Illidan fic.

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Illidan was tired. He was tired of hiding who he was; hiding behind a name that wasn’t his, hiding inside of a body that didn’t belong to him. And his brother knew; at least his brother knew. He was proud of him, actually. That was a bit of reassurance — Hell, Malfurion even helped him pick a name. And it didn’t have any correlation to his assigned name. The beginning letters or sounds weren’t even the same.

He supposed the easiest course of action after telling his brother and his close friend, Tyrande (who also happened to be transgender? who knew!) was to tell his teacher, his mentor, Cenarius.

His brother had advised him to do so; his hunch was that Cenarius would understand and maybe teach him a more masculine themed program. The night elves, sadly, had really harshly engrained gender roles. Illidan knew that it certainly wasn’t easy for Tyrande to be herself — not even with the help of him and his brother. But she was a great woman. He loved her bravery…

Illidan felt alone, despite Malfurion being right behind him, telling him encouraging words. He couldn’t really hear them — he wasn’t tuning him out on purpose, but this looming sensation of fear and coldness weighted like chains upon his already torn heart.

“It’ll be alright, brother,” Malfurion said. It ran a good chill down Illidan’s spine to be called brother. It was one of the first steps Malfurion took for him. “I think Cenarius will understand…”

“... I can only hope,” Illidan muttered, continuing on his terrifying path to speak to his teacher.

Cenarius was reading a book in between teaching druids when Illidan approached him. Malfurion decided this moment was for them, so he stayed a small distance away. But he was close enough where his brother could see him and know he was there to support him. The dark haired sin’dorei took a deep inhale, swallowing his pride and nerves. The nerves cut his throat like a blade and when he tapped Cenarius on the shoulder, he was unable to speak for a moment, the sharp unforgiveness of his pride rendering him unable to do so.

Cenarius tore his gaze away from his book. “Yes, Zar’lyne, what is it?”

Illidan tensed at the use of his deadname. “I’m, um, I’ve something to tell you, teacher…”

He could barely speak. Cenarius closed his book and turned his full attention to Illidan, which made Illidan even more nervous; and he began to sweat — when he looked at his hands, bringing them up to fidget, they were trembling. Cenarius tilted his horned head. “What is it, my student?”

Illidan took in another exhale. “My name is Illidan and I— I am a man. No longer a Stormrage sister — but a Stormrage brother.”

Cenarius frowned, and it struck a wave of fear through his student’s body. Oh Gods, he thought, he’s disappointed.

“Oh,” his teacher uttered. “I see.”

The dark haired kal’dorei frowned at him and awaited more. More than a disappointed “oh” before Cenarius went back to his book. And for a few moments, nothing more came. He almost took it as a cue to walk away before his teacher spoke again.

“Well, Zar’lyne,” Cenarius said. His deadname was used deliberately this time, “think of this: what would Elune think?”

Illidan frowned. “Elune? I…”

“Consider the question, my student. What would she think of your pretending?”

The caster was now more confused than anything. Did Cenarius really some up what he had just confided as pretending?

He reached out to pat Illidan’s head, like a parent consoles a child, but Illidan leaned out of his reach. “No, don’t — why do you think—”

Cenarius got closer and leaned down to his level. “I know you want to be like your brother, little one. But this is not the way to go. I can’t help you if you continue this charade and Elune won’t be able to, either.

“You’re not him, and you can’t ever be. So he Zar’lyne, not… what was the alias? Illidan? Don’t be that.”

And, because he was in shock, Illidan just nodded before taking his leave. As he walked by his brother, Malfurion put a hand on his shoulder, midway through asking how it went, before Illidan shoved him off. He did it so hard that Malfurion even fell in the grass. He got up quickly, changing into his travel form to catch up with his brother.

—

Illidan was throwing things in his room now, and Malfurion was trying to calm him down. He was angry now.

“Brother, please, calm yourself — stop throwing your things!”

In defiance, Illidan threw a wooden bowl at Malfurion’s head. The other elf ducked and it smashed against the wall, breaking into pieces. Had it hit him, because it was thrown so hard, it could have knocked him unconscious.

“I hate Elune. I hope she falls from grace painfully!”

Illidan began to cuss in Darnassian, and Malfurion matched the languages. How could you say that? Malfurion asked him, ducking again when Illidan threw something else, but just at the wall. She must forsake me!

His brother frowned. Why would you say that? He was concerned of the cursing Illidan was doing of whom they worshipped, afraid he would suffer consequences for his rage driven words.

“She must!” Illidan now responded in common, “She must forsake me! She made me in the wrong body, and made me your sister!”

Malfurion blinked. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means, brother! I will never be on your level — I will always be in your shadow! I will always be known as your less talented sister before I fade into nothingness. I could save all of Azeroth and I will still only be remembered as ‘Malfurion’s sister’!”

His twin went over to him and put his hands on his shoulders. “Por’wyeun,” he said. It meant brother in Darnassian. Illidan swatted his hands away. “No. I can’t talk. Get out. Get out right now.”

Malfurion frowned, but obliged, and listened to the slam and lock of the door. Then he heard even more smashing and punching of the wall before his brother let out a rageful scream that would have shaken Elune herself. And it hurt his heart for his brother. Twins were connected to some degree, and could feel each other — feel their hurt. The pain was so strong in Illidan’s heart that it made Malfurion’s own chest ache with pain, so badly that he didn’t attend his class that evening.

His family was in pain and he didn’t understand how to help him. Should he stop showing his excellation just so Illidan could feel he had a chance? Should he give up in the name of his brother? Should he let Illidan earn it? He didn’t know.

All he knew is Illidan was hurting and he didn’t know how to help.

#world of warcraft #wow #illidan stormrage #irishkorn #irishkorn fics #trans illidan #trans illidan stormrage #malfurion stormrage #cenarius #ficlet

[wolf-of-stormwind]

While together in the emerald dream, Y'thenna was gifted a set of horns by Cenarius! She's now matching with her step-brother/nephew

#world of warcraft #oc: y'thenna #Cenarius #the blue child

[apathforaquest]

I find it strange...

I find it strange that while I’ve recently been having dreams about other Warcraft characters (like Genn Greymane and Scalecommander Azurathel), I’ve still been having dreams about Cenarius. I don’t understand why it’s been happening, either.

#Thoughts on Dreams #Warcraft #Warcraft Characters #World of Warcraft #WoW #Genn Greymane #Scalecommander Azurathel #Cenarius

[azerothtravel]

What're You Looking At?, Mount Hyjal, February 1, 2011.

#wow #world of warcraft #mount hyjal #catacylsm #cenarius #hamuul runetotem #malfurion stormrage

[lollol-br]

#background #montain #cenario #cenarius #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #commisions open #commission

[saantanoel]

#cenarius #cenario #stepmom movi #setpmom #madrasta #lado a lado #lado a lado movie #criistmas scene #merry christmas #filme #feliz natal #natal #christmas tree

[tourneys-by-me]

Preliminaries Part 3 - World of Warcraft

Top 4 characters gets in.

For those who share an element, the one who gets the most votes gets in.

#element specific character tournament #element character tourney #preliminaries #polls #umbramancy #electromancy #cryomancy #phytomancy #aquamancy #aeromancy #luxomancy #world of warcraft #wow #Sylvanas Windrunner #Raszageth #Vyranoth #Merithra #Neptulon #Cenarius #Al’Akir #Velen

[cassian-kane]

#Cassian Kane #Cassius wir Cenarius #garlean #ffxiv screenshots #i love this bastard

[manglednatalia]

Tyrande has mom vibes and Malfurion has dad vibes. Illidan is like an uncle, or even honorary dad. Maiev is the auntiest aunt to aunt

#and cenarius is a dilf #MaNa's thought process #warcraft #world of warcraft #wow #tyrande whisperwind #malfurion stormrage #illidan stormrage #maiev shadowsong

[lukelxiv]

The Third Failure

"What did you do?" Lukel's voice rang out clear despite the snow muffling the landscape, the walls of ice and stone that rose around them echoing back the question a hundred fold. What did you do? What did you do? The man who had stepped through the tear in the world paused, not having expected a welcoming party to his rebirth.

There was only the lone redheaded figure, dressed in a suit which was entirely unbefitting of the weather or climate. No others. The only heartbeats for malms were in this canyon, between these two beasts.

Cassius surveyed the landscape as if expecting something more to arrive. When it did not, he offered a close lipped smile and a nod of his head. "Is it just to be you, then?" He asked casually, without malice or contempt staining his words. It wasn't personal, of course. 

"Answer my question." It wasn't a request.

"It doesn't really matter does it? It's already done. I'm here. And I think you know you can't stop me." There was discordance in his voice, an overtone of Another speaking with him. Through him. Yet they were saying the same thing. And they were right - it didn’t matter. In the end, Lukel would do what he was made to do. As they’d known he would. It was, perhaps, the quickest battle of Lukel’s very long and drawn out life. One moment Cassius was afar, then abreast, then beyond. There was no blood, the wound dammed with a shard of sharp obsidian stone, slammed straight through his ribs and into the heart beyond. For a moment he did not move, the numbers and calculations whirling away in his head, madly scrambling for a solution, an answer to this thing that was not a question. It was a statement. It was a declaration. It couldn’t be solved for and he was struggling to come to grips with that within the span of a few slowing heartbeats. He only had so many left.

He did not want to turn around and have Cassius’ triumphant, haunted face be the last thing he saw. He didn’t want to commit this failure to memory - but he would, as he had the others. Lukel turned slowly, the breath catching in his chest as his lungs began to collapse, pale eyes affixing on the other’s face. “We’re not…done yet…” Cassius smiled as the Butcher collapsed to his knees, his hands raising weakly to his chest, gloved fingers scraping for the edge of the stone in an attempt to pull it back out. A fruitless attempt, but one Cassius watched with fascination all the same. Most were gone before they could turn around, let alone speak and scrabble for salvation. “No. Misery, Mizereem, Misery,” he murmured softly, the name eliciting a guttural, wet sound from the other’s throat, “you are done.”

Lukel’s vision dimmed and he slumped onto his side in the snow. The screaming in his head ceased and there was just the sound of Cassius’ boots crunching away in the distance and the pervading, heavy silence beyond. They’d wanted him to hear it - the finality of those last moments. The failure that hung in the air. They wanted him to remember what came next - to fear it. And yet while Cassius may have known many things, called him by familiar and forgotten names, Lukel would die knowing the other could never plan for one thing:

His daughter.

#stories #writing #my writing #Lukel Sol'ba #The End #Speak of the Devil #Cassius Cenarius #woe betide the Butcher

[eonars]

my dad just sent me some notes with the most off the wall attempt at spelling scenarios ive ever seen

#CENARIUS??? #LORD OF THE FOREST AND PATRON OF ALL DRUIDS?