Story Time: Revelations

And into the new year I give you a new story

Brennadam Square, Stormsong Valley, Kul Tiras

The mini getaway to hone in on their skills as a scribe and alchemist extended into two more weeks within the green hills of Stormsong Valley. Andais Lu and Vynsand Runebane had now moved from Millstone Hamlet to the central hub of the region, the town of Brennadam. Mixed in with their schedules of training, they had picked up favours and pleas of help from the locals and once again the days began to blend together. The mage and warlock’s friendship had taken an interesting turn since that night they arrived at the miller’s village and both were unsure but wanted to see where it was heading.

In the inn that they were staying run by Terry Rigglesmith, Andais Lu returned home in the evening to a fresh Starlight rose sitting inside the vase on her bedside table. Each night it gave off a soothing blue glow and it made the young woman smile knowing who had given her the gift. During the day it was kept professional between the two and they focused on fixing the problems that arose for the Kul Tirans in Brennadam square, at night however their comradeship turned friendly and dinners together in the inn became a frequent occurrence.

Despite their relationship growing, Vynsand had still yet to reveal his face to Andais and she was growing more impatient with his secrets. She had tried to ask him over dinner but when it resulted in awkward silence, she decided to take matters into her own hands and try and find a solution, a magical way. That usually ended up in hilarious results that left the young woman not attempting to try again and memories forever planted in her mind. Andais decided it was futile for the elven mage to remove the hood and stopped pursuing on the endeavour. It still disappointed her and Vynsand picked up on her different moods.

One particular night after dinner, Andais Lu stood up from the table and excused herself for bed when she felt a gloved hand grab her outstretched arm “Wait…Andais” the deep tone of Vynsand’s voice resonated in her ears and she paused in her step. Turning to her friend, she watched him stand up before muttering “Follow me” but he did not release his hand on her arm. Andais arched an eyebrow but complied and followed him out of the inn. They were walking through the quiet alley beside their profession’s shops when Vynsand paused in front of her.

Andais waited patiently noting how the night sky seemed so clear today, still her hazel eyes stared at the back of Vynsand’s head waiting for him to say something more. “I know for the past year you have been wishing to see my face, there is a reason why I cannot disclose who I am to you Andais” Vynsand began and this made the warlock frown reaching over to touching his shoulder “I told you before Vyn, I do not care if you are disfigured or believe you look hideous” there was a quiet chuckle from underneath the Kirin Tor head piece “This isn’t about physical scars Andais…” Vynsand began, his gloved hands reaching up to pull at the ends of his hood–

BOOM!

Nearby an explosion sounded and a fiery ball crashed into the nearest shop. Screams were heard from inside and Andais Lu immediately sprung into action, running out of the alley and into the main square of the town. She watched as locals and fellow Alliance soldiers came running out of the buildings or began filling up buckets with water to douse the burning square. Andais looked up and turned pale while licks of fel fire crept into the corners of her eyes “The Horde…” she whispered her voice carrying venom. She did not see Vynsand stand beside her and look up, all she cared about was to remove the enemy.

Spreading her hands, Andais felt her familiar spell of Fire and Brimstone charge up her mana, the surging alchemist stone still embedded in her left bracer making it quicker for the warlock to cast her fiery magic. With an angry shout, Andais released an explosive Conflagorate on the closest descending blimp. The fel fire exploded upon contact with the gas contained balloon and the air ship soon fell from the night sky at a faster rate. The Horde that was on the ship quickly flew out of harms way. Andais casted again, releasing a combination of her first spell and now Incinerate into the charging Horde before her.

It was then the warlock realised, her mage comrade was no where in sight. Whirling about in her robes, the Verdant spheres bobbing above her auburn head, Andais’ fel green eyes widened in shock “Vynsand!” she called out above the warring factions and fleeing innocents. She could not see the mage anywhere and it began to cloud her thoughts of whether to attack the Horde or find her friend. Instead she quickly dispersed into the heavy crowds, ushering the locals to safety all the while dismantling the bombs set up by the squadrons of goblins.

Andais casted a Conflagorate on the nearest goblin before running to a huddled family in the corner of the inn and leading them to the town’s line of defense where Sergeant Calvin was giving out instructions to the Alliance champions who had also taken up residence in Brennadam. “I need some of you to dismantle the bombs from destroying our town completely, others need to help diffuse the fires burning and rescues innocents. But someone must be giving orders here. They know the plan, and I want to know the plan too” the warlock perked up at this and she raised her hand “Sergeant, I’ll go hunting for the perpetrator”.

The Kul Tiran soldier regarded the young woman surrounded by an aura of fel fire and nodded “Very well. Captain Lockjaw: I heard him conveying orders. Start with him, but beware of his magic!” Andais Lu smirked as she began jogging back into the chaos of the battle in the main square “He should beware of me” before disappearing into the crowds. It didn’t take long for the warlock to hear from those she assisted in the fight of the location of the undead caster. He was said to be on the outskirts of the town and held the plans sent to him by Lady Sylvanas. While only one Horde blimp remained as his getaway just in case things in Brennadan got too severe and he could easily escape from the carnage.

Andais gently lowered the child into the sobbing arms of his mother, giving him an affectionate ruffle of the hair, she continued her jog down the alleyway only to see a hobbling streak of purple and red. Narrowing her green eyes, Andais casted Fire and Brimstone once again, briefly tapping the bottom of her staff, Legionterror and running towards the running figure. Out in the open, she came face to face with the undead sorcrer who sneered at her from beneath his cowl. Lockjaw’s rotting hands began to glow blue as he casted and shouted in a choking cry “Death is the only way” launching meteors towards the warlock.

Quickly jumping out of the way, Andais dug her slippered feet into the soil and threw her fel fire towards the other caster, he hollered back as his robes were singed in green flames “The Burning Legion will take over your soul!” he spat out. This only angered Andais more and she kept releasing her spell Incinerate towards the undead male, the staff on her back opening a second portal and releasing more fel fire into the sorcerer’s back. Her hazel eyes now an eerie fel green, Andais stalked towards Lockjaw between her gloved hands the familiar spellwork of the Chaos Bolt forming.

“No one owns me” she snarled back before releasing the roaring bolt smacking into Lockjaw’s already crumbling body. He fell to the ground gasping his final breath “She… will rule… forever…” the undead caster spoke no more. Shifting through his burnt robes, Andais found the scroll with the detailed orders from the Banshee queen and she smiled triumphant tucking it into her Diabolic robe pocket. In the distance she heard the battle was ending as the singular Horde blimp quickly flew away from any trajectory arsenal. Her green eyes returning to their familiar hazel hue, Andais realised she had forgotten about Vynsand. Breaking into a jog, she headed back to the square, hoping that the elven mage was alright.

Walking through the mixture of injured soldiers and shaken villagers, Andais scanned each grouping for a pair of pointed ears poking out of a violet hood. Standing in the centre of the square, Andais held back a pained sob her thoughts immediately thinking the worst had happened to her companion. “Andais?” she heard his voice behind her and she spun around, leaping onto the elf who stumbled backwards holding her against him. Though his robes were a smoked or a bit torn, the mage was in one piece.

“Don’t scare me like that, where did you go?!” Andais’ muffled voice was heard against his shoulder, Vynsand sounded apologetic “I was portalling the trainers out of the market, our hub for inscription and alchemy is completely ruined”. Andais lifted her head to stare up at Vynsand, her hazel eyes brimming with tears “I thought you were gone” she mumbled “How could I Andais, I’m an elf” “That is no longer immortal” “Well I’m still before you aren’t I?” a small smile began to creep on the warlock’s face as she reached into the hood finding defined cheekbones and nodding quickly “Yes you are”.

Without thinking what she was doing or wondering how Vynsand would react, Andais leaned her face into his hood and her lips found his.

To be continued…

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Story Time: Mana Match


Tradewind’s Market, Boralus, Kul Tiras

More weeks had passed and though Andais Lu’s small party were doing minor missions to assist the Proudmore family, it was all leading up to bigger revelations such as the possibility of Queen Azshara returning and taking control of the seas, pirates harassing the shore towns of Kul Tiras all reporting to Lady Priscilla Ashvane.

Andais had gotten closer to her comrades, she shared interests of elven delicacies with Rahlis and he divulged of his former life as a warrior in Darkshore. It was only when the void consumed his thoughts that he found his class changing to becoming that of a Death Knight. Though she still clashed with Evrollah, the warlock and priest found consolation of each battle through meditation.

The light forged Draenei often woke the young woman up in the morning to begin a morning routine of withdrawing into herself and clearing out the pains and memories of war. But Andais admitted that she had gotten the closest to her enigmatic equal in magic, Vynsand. Whether on quests in the vast terrains of Kul Tiras or holed up inside Snug Harbour and drinking Darnassian wine, Andais barely left Vynsand’s side unless of course she was with her other companions.

Unfortunately, her elven friend still did not show his face to her. Andais wondered if the elf was horribly scarred and was ashamed to show himself but she tried to assure him, that she did not care on such trivial matters. Vynsand sounded touched by her comment but still did not lift the Kirin tor hood from his head.

One morning after her meditation with Evrollah, Andais had walked out of Fairweather’s Fine enchantments having casted on a new trinket that she was awarded during her quest in Brennadam and went searching for Vynsand. From one of the Boralus guards, he had mentioned that he saw the cowled arcane mage head into Whalgrene’s Lab with a bunch of herbs in his gloved hands and a leather book. Knowing that Vynsand was an alchemist, Andais hurried to the small shop and found the elf hunched over a table, with an open leather book and mixing one bubbling flask of coloured liquid into another bottle.

Being careful to not disturb him, Andais Lu watched Vynsand quietly, her hazel eyes drifting to the large red stone on the table that pulsed at a steady beat. She attempted to read the writing on the leather book only to frown slightly. She had seen this writing it wasn’t human and certainly wasn’t of the Kaldorei. She racked her distant memory of where she had seen such language before it revealed itself to her. She had seen it in the war-torn streets of the city of Suramar, during the invasion of the Burning Legion. The book belonged to the Nightborne, who now aligned themselves to the Horde.

Andais Lu folded her arms “Why are you carrying a book belonging to the Horde Vyn?” the mage jostled briefly in his stool before looking over his shoulder “Andais, you scared me” the warlock still frowning walked over to him and repeated her inquiry “Why are you carrying an enemy’s book for alchemy Vynsand?” the elf sighed before gently placing the flasks down on the wooden table. “If you may recall, the Nightborne once were my people too, we were all High elves once” Vynsand’s voice trailed off as if was far away, lost in the past.

He then grabbed the red gem on the table and flicked it towards Andais who quickly caught it on reflex “I have been working on creating a Surging alchemist stone, its properties would be able to increase intellect after casting and therefore allow easier casting time for a warlock or mage”. Andais Lu inspected the gem, immediately regretting her accusing tone of voice with her friend, she shouldn’t have been so forceful. She had nothing against Vynsand and she trusted him. She arched an eyebrow “Does it work?” she heard the smile in Vynsand’s voice “Let’s try it out”. Closing the Nightborne alchemy book and placing it inside his robe’s pocket, Vynsand led Andais Lu out of the lab and through the streets of the Tradewind’s market.

They walked up a turret of stairs that led towards the flight master, Joan Weber before Vynsand took a sharp left and descended more stairs that led into a training area facing the harbour. They approached three training dummies and Vynsand opened his palm, a glistening ball of arcane magic appeared, and he threw it towards the closest mannequin, the dummy exploding on impact before magically pulling itself together.

Gesturing towards Andais, Vynsand nodded “Now you try wearing the alchemist stone” Andais looked at the mage confused before sliding the red gem into one of her ravenous devotee bracelets then casted her opening spell of Conflagorate at the dummy. Green fire erupted from her fingers and singed the wooden doll, she felt the mana in her blood awaken with new energy and she quickly casted the same spell without hesitation. She stared at her hands amazed “I feel like no mana was wasted after that quick spell” Vynsand nodded “That is what the alchemist stone does, it lowers the wastage of mana after each spell we perform”.

Andais Lu laughed amazed “This could assist us during our lengthy missions and even help Evrollah with her healing time” Vynsand nodded again “This is what I have been hoping to achieve by creating stones for all four of us, even Rahlis would need it for some of his mana work of Death”. Andais Lu snapped her fingers and casted her next spell of Immolate, standing beside her she heard the teasing tone in Vynsand’s voice “See, the Horde book as you call it has some use to us” the warlock rolled her eyes before blasting three of the dummies with her felfire.

“They are still the enemy and the cause behind this war and why we are here in Kul Tiras then back in our respective continents” “Not all the Horde are bad, they just have a very lost leader…” Vynsand began and Andais Lu whirled upon him, her hazel eyes flashing green as she released another spell into the dummies “They burned Teldrassil! Anyone that follows that Banshee queen deserves to be either captured or incinerated” the four verdant spheres glowed above the warlock’s head as she swivelled in her Emberscatter treads and released her most lethal spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the demonic missile flew and crashed into the dummies, leaving behind a small crater and surely waking anyone nearby. Andais Lu bit her bottom lip embarrassed at the damage she had left behind and looked up nervously. The inner rage once again dying down. She felt a soothing hand squeeze her shoulder and once again attempted to search for Vynsand’s face underneath the cowl “That’s enough practice for now I think”.

To be continued…

Story Time: Sea Change


The Snug Harbor, Boralus, Kul Tiras

She had lost count how many months they had been warring against the Horde and traces of her city of Stormwind or her order hall on the Dreadscar Rift began to fade into memory. All Andais Lu could see in front of her was the dead soldiers of the enemy and the constant presence of collecting azerite. This was what the war had originally been about. The attack on Teldrassil, the retaliation on the Undercity was all because of the azerite that now bled from the sands of Silithus.

The former king of Ironforge, Magni Ironforge had informed Andais of the properties of this new crystal that the factions fought over. That it was in the fact the life force of the world soul that sat in the very heart of Azeroth. Andais Lu refused to believe in anything mystical, having been fed it daily by her party companion, the holy priest Evrollah. It wasn’t until she was given an artifact known as the Heart of Azeroth did the warlock start to believe what the diamond king had told her.

The azerite in the necklace imbued her fel woven robes with new enhancements making able to withstand attacks though they were still made by simple cloth. Her powers too seeping from the depths of the Twisting nether fuelled her anger in every battle and were only growing stronger. Often her companions in her travel party worried that Andais Lu was losing herself to the chaos that gave birth to the Burning Legion but the warlock assured Evrollah, Rahlis and Vynsand that she was still had everything under control. Still, sometimes she wished that she could simply lose control and let the demonic energy take over. Maybe then the tides could turn in favour for the Alliance.

When the warlock and priest returned to Stormwind City, Genn Greysmane saw the weariness in the eyes of the two casters and instructed them to take a boat to Kul Tiras removing them from the front lines of Kalimdor. Though Andais Lu objected to this (yet again) she still boarded the next ship and sent a message to Rahlis and Vynsand back in Kalimdor to meet up with them in the Alliance’s greatest sea port. They had been welcomed by Lady Jaina Proudmore who was now Lord Admiral and overlooking the gathering of supplies and soldiers for the Alliance, she also kept check on the minor problems that would dare rise against her ruling family. Andais Lu had been reunited with Mookie though the warrior could not stay for too long already sent on another mission to the furthest part of the island.

The group had called the market place of Boralus their home and had been assisting in every mission big or small, the tides of war fading and replaced with the mundane necessities of the common folk. Perhaps this ‘sea change’ was good for the weary soldiers but the routine was becoming too easy to adapt to, it seemed easy to forget about the Alliance and Horde fight against each other in the distance continents when the quartet were too busy helping the people of Kul Tiras with their smaller problems.

Changing back into her diabolic robe from the simple night dress that she had bought in the market place when she arrived in the island’s capital city, Andais Lu stared out the small window that faced the harbour. She had her own room thankfully unlike back in Ashenvale when she had to share it with Evrollah. Here, she could have her own peace, though it often reflected in her inspecting the Heart of Azeroth that hung from her neck under the fel robes. It felt like a holiday but unlike her time in Pandaria where she became part of the Order of the Cloud Serpent and wore a dress that suited the serene surroundings, Andais Lu always woke up and having to change into her warring robes, just in case.

Trodding down the wooden stairs, Andais could immediately smell the food being cooked on the stoves and she inhaled eagerly almost bumping into Vynsand in front of her. “Oof!” she muttered before arching an eyebrow “Sure, just block the exit Vyn” the elfin mage looked over his shoulder. Once again he was completely covered up in the Kirin tor armour. His face shrouded as always, he had yet to reveal his face to the rest of his companions though Andais Lu overheard he had shown himself to Rahlis.

“Ishnu’Alah, did you sleep well Andais?” Vynsand greeted her, his tone of voice warm though it sounded like he had not slept himself. Andais Lu arched an eyebrow as they entered the main dining area of the inn and took up a table in the corner “I did, but it sounds like you did not” Andais attempted to see the face underneath the Kirin Tor hood. “I had an errand to run last night” Vynsand sounded apologetic “And you did not wake the rest of us? What if you needed help” Andais Lu pouted, realising that her companion had gone on an adventure without her. A chuckle echoed from underneath the hood “It was a simple task Andais, do not worry yourself”.

Andais Lu rolled her hazel eyes just as a plate of eggs and bacon were placed in front of her, her face lit up as she began to dig in, the elf in front of her had a simple herbal tea of sorts and watched her indulge in her breakfast. “Lord Admiral Proudmore did ask for us after everyone is ready to leave, she requests our presence at Proudmore keep” Andais Lu chewed slowly and a million questions began to race through her mind. Usually they reported to the commanders within Boralus, but if the archmage was requesting their party, something was dire and needed immediate assistance.

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The warlock was waiting outside the inn with Evrollah, the holy priest happily telling her comrade about her dreams that she thought to be prophetic. Evrollah often indulged in bragging about her hopes to become a prophet like the great Velen himself, it would further increase her abilities as light forged Draenei and to be placed higher up in the ranks of her people. Andais Lu huffed impatiently and Evrollah paused in her tale “Do I bore you Andais?” the young woman regarded the Draenei and laughed nervously “Not at all, but where are the gentlemen?” Evrollah shrugged her bare shoulders.

Inside his private quarters, Vynsand adjusted his hood in front of the mirror just as there was a knock on the door and Rahlis stepped inside. Seeing the mage fuss over his attire made the Death knight chuckle and lean against the wall “When are you going to tell the ladies of who you are? Especially Andais, you know how she is” “And that is why I cannot tell her yet, can you imagine the disaster” Vynsand’s voice muttered from underneath his hood. “Of you two having a magical argument, I do not want to be there for that” Rahlis laughed waving his hands up as if signalling surrender.

Within the Kirin tor hood, two golden eyes flashed briefly “And with that being said, you put further emphasis on why only you must know who I am my dear friend…for now”.

To be continued…

Story Time: Unlikely Allies


Stardust Spire, Ashenvale

Andais Lu had somehow managed to survive being partnered up to the Holy priest Evrollah for the past two weeks while in Ashenvale. And though the two women clashed on their different world views and how they lived in the Alliance sanctuary of Stardust spire, when it came to conflict they fought very well together. While Andais broke through the Horde ranks with her spells of felfire and destruction, Evorollath attacked with her powers of holy light. It was a contradicting sight, light and darkness side by side.

They were not the only Allied soldiers who fought in the fallen realms of the Kaldorei, more of the Alliance had been sent out from Stormwind City or Ironforge, joining the two women to take back the lands for the night elves. Andais had befriended an Unholy death knight, a Void elf by the name of Rahlis Somberspark. Though he reported to Lady Alleria Windrunner, the sister of the Horde’s warchief Sylvanas but fought against her sister for she saw no honour in this betrayal, Rahlis was a lone soldier and because of his speciality it often had him isolated from the other squadrons. Because of this, Andais Lu invited him to join her and Evrollah though the Holy priest scowled at the idea of a death knight joining her.

The trio had returned to Stardust Spire after another attempted attack to reclaim Astraanar from the Horde, they thought they had gotten a foot in until the goblins came in with their mechanised weaponry to combat against the gnomes own machinery and the two factions reached a stalemate once again. Andais entered the night elf refuge wanting to burn everything in frustration, it had been like this since she had landed in Ashenvale and from what the weary soldiers had told her, it had been going on like this since the burning of Teldrassil. Why did King Genn Greymane send her here? She had better luck in assisting of the recruitment of Kul Tiran soldiers than reclaiming warring lands.

“Ease your storm lass, no point destroying our final sanctuary” the Beast mistress Gwynva Firststeel placed a soothing hand on the warlock’s gloved hand that had crackling fel fire in her palm. Andais Lu looked down to the dwarf in dismay “We still haven’t made a dent in their ranks Gwyn, this is a hopeless battle” the older woman gave her an encouraging smile and guided her to the inn where they had set up camp “On a wider scale it may seem like we are doing nothing but we are still frustrating the Horde ranks and causing damage, we are still doing something for the Alliance” Andais Lu let out an exhausted sigh and nodded “I suppose so, thanks Gwyn” before planting herself on her bed.

Beside the warlock, Evrollah was in deep meditation, her brows furrowed as she concentrated, her breath eerily even despite having returned from the battle herself. Andais Lu watched her fascinated just as Rahlis joined them, his twin blades still dripping in a mix of Horde blood. Andais Lu quirked an eyebrow “Better clean them up or the innkeeper will have a fit” Rahlis gave a mischievous smile “But irritating Kimlya is so much fun!” Andais laughed quietly “Bad idea, everyone is on edge right now” Rahlis pouted but grabbed the nearest washing cloth to wipe over the two swords. They still hummed with the power of death.

Later in the evening, Andais Lu went for a walk to clear her head, or so she had told Rahlis and Evrollah, what she was looking for was something to annihilate for her pent up anger still oozed from her pores and resulted in sparks of green fire from her fingertips. She wanted to continue fighting in Astranaar and only stopped when Evrollah had requested a druid to restrain the destruction warlock. Once they knew that Andais had settled did the druid remove his vines from the warlock’s hands. It had made Andais Lu grow more annoyed with Evrollah that the priest thought she could control her.

Stepping outside Stardust spire, Andais found herself tracing her steps back to Astranaar when she saw a small squadron of four Horde soldiers marching near her. Hiding behind shrubs, a crazy smile appearing on her face as she casted Fire and Brimstone, a single Verdant sphere glowing green above her auburn head. She jumped out of the bushes and casted Conflagarate to the nearest soldier, an Undead warrior, the loud explosion set the entire group off and they whirled around facing the warlock who gave them a cute wave, all the while her fingertips burned with fel fire.

The Orc hunter roared and aimed his gun towards her and Andais Lu laughed as she threw green fire towards the group, narrowly avoiding the bullet that was shot before releasing bolts of felfire. The demonfire shot through all four soldiers and they howled in pain before quickly charging towards the warlock, still Andais attempted to them at bay. Four verdant spheres glowed over head and her hazel eyes burned green with malice. They all had to pay for what they did.

Tapping Legionterror briefly on her back, Andais opened up a dimensional rift allowing more fel energy to be shot from the demonic staff itself as it smashed into its nearest target the charging Orc hunter who had his gun aimed again. Andais Lu jumped to the side but not before she felt the stinging pain of the bullet cutting through her diabolic raiment, cursing out quietly she spun around and unleashed her favourite spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the fiery dragon-shaped bolt hurtled into the rogue warrior who flew off his feet, running up behind him, a Tauren shaman threw down its totems and casted back towards the warlock. Andais Lu narrowed her eyes and was ready to cast again though aware she was depleting quickly on mana when a blast of arcane magic appeared out of no where momentarily knocking the squadron away from Andais and an elfin, shrouded man in the armour of the Kirin Tor.

“Let’s go warlock!” he shouted tugging on Andais’ arm, she hissed at him and swatted him away “I have them!” “No you do not” the mage countered before leading the scowling young woman into the darkness of the Ashenvale forest. By the time, the Horde squadron regrouped the human warlock and her new ally had vanished.

Walking back to Stardust spire, Andais Lu huffed before shoving the arcane mage away “I could have killed them all but you stalled my my move!” “By the look of your verdant spheres, you would have soon been out of mana and a target for the Horde” the mage retorted back, his tone of voice clearly not amused. Andais Lu folded her arms in irritatation and stomped past the Sentinels who looked surprised at the return of the warlock. The arcane mage followed her quietly giving a nod to the guards.

“Who are you anyway? I did not see you at Astranaar today” Andais looked over her shoulder as she reached the healer who quickly attended to the wound on her arm “My name is Vynsand Runebane, I arrived just today” the mage bowed to her. Andais Lu snorted and rolled her eyes “Well next time Runebane, don’t get in my way”. The hooded mage said nothing back.

To be continued…

PicSpam! Rogue Nation

Can you believe I didn’t watch the film before Mission Impossible: Fallout (whoops) so I watched Rogue Nation a couple of weeks ago, it made the events of the latest MI flick make even more sense especially between the characters of Ethan Hunt and Ilsa Faust, these two are a formidable pair like hell yeah!


 

GifSpam! Blue Punk Boy

I told myself that I would not like Luka Couffaine in the new Miraculous episode, I thought he and Adrien would be rivals or he be a douchebag…how wrong I was! He is so sweet to Marinette and friendly to Adrien and overall a nice guy with a musical soul, gahh! New cutie alert.