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I like my bird boys a bit silly <3
Lazy sketch because I'm too tired for more.
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I always found that sweet how a lot of the time in TLG Med would jump to reassure Khadgar or even apologize after snapping at him
And yet in some ways the cruelest thing Medivh said to Khadgar in my opinion was correcting him when he called Karazhan âOur Tower.â And reminding him he was there at his whim and he could send him away at any time.
And he never did apologize for that one and honestly I donât really blame Med for that per se? It is his tower and Khadgar canât tell him who is allowed there. What I mean is going by JUST the power dynamic they have as mentor-apprentice, Khadgar is absolutely out of line there
In some ways could have come off quite spoiled and entitled but the thing is I donât think that was the case at all.
Trying to figure out how to draw classic Medivh (I only did Heartstone âOne night in Kharazanâ before).
Finallyyyyy Iâm liking the results.
Last pic is what Khadgar sees before going to sleep. His master had a long tiresome day but looks at him lovingly still. đ
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Chromatic Light (Please Guide Me Home)
Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Khadgar (Warcraft) & Original Character(s) Characters: Khadgar (Warcraft), Original Characters, Varian Wrynn, Anduin Wrynn, Modera (Warcraft), Krasus | Korialstrasz, Tirion Fordring, Medivh (Warcraft), Kalecgos (Warcraft) Additional Tags: Found Family, Canon-Typical Violence, Chromatic Dragonflight, canon-typical child endangerment, Adoption, in which Dadghar adopts a chromatic whelpling, casual disregard for canon and the timeline, Medivh doesn't appear so much as he's an ever-present specter haunting the narrative Series: Part 1 of Chromatic Light & Ebon Wings Summary:
Khadgar is used to sudden upheavals in his life. He's always prepared for one--and while that doesn't make it easier to face when his life gets turned upside down, it does mean that he's not surprised anymore.
But when a chromatic whelpling shows up in Shattrath City wielding Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian, Khadgar finds himself completely thrown and caught up in a whirlwind of events, new friends, and parental feelings he hadn't realized that he'd had the capacity for. He finds himself torn between his self-imposed duty to defend Azeroth and his newfound desire to protect Prima at all costs--and with her own notions of becoming a Guardian for Azeroth, he's in for more than he bargained for when he involved himself in her life.
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I figured I should put a post out on Tumblr about one of my current projects--a fanfic series featuring Khadgar trying very hard to live a normal life and failing miserably and adopting a chromatic whelpling instead. You do need to be logged into AO3 to read it, because I want to reduce the risk of it getting scraped by a bot, so, sorry about that!
Chromatic Light is completely finished, but the series is ongoing. Part two is completely prewritten and Iâm reaching the end of writing part three, so you can rest assured that itâs not going to get stuck in a WIP state forever. This fic can also be called âKhadgar Gets Adopted By Three Lizards,â but that didnât quite have the same ring to it.
Not sure if you want to read it yet? What about now? (Art done by the wonderful @dragonheartftherpaysâ and posted with their permission.)
As for Medivh, well... he doesnât directly appear in Chromatic Light. But his haunting of the narrative becomes a little more direct in part two, On Ebon Wings (read: he crashes into the story and Khadgar has to ask himself, âAre you for fucking real right now?â at the stupid crush he develops in response).
A Twist of Fate: An AU Khadgar and Medivh Fanfic
Not an update, will do so eventually just currently stuck. Just posting for some fun and comfort given some of the Khadgar stuff I've been seeing floating around. Title: A Twist of Fate Rating: PG-13 Pairing: RavenTrust (Eventually, don't like? Then don't read), Slowburn Type: Alternate Universe/Alternate Timeline, A version of the setting and characters based off of parts of the MMO, The book 'The Last Guardian', the Warcraft Movie, and Hearthstone's 'One Night in Karazhan', with some original ideas. Sounds like a mess, but this has honestly been a lot of fun. Warnings: Mentions of past abuse and manipulations from institutes of power and personal connections, eventual moments of horror/psychological horror. Medivh's moods. Medivh and Khadgar clash occasionally. Friendship and eventual romance is a slow burn.
A Twist of Fate can be found on AO3.

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Well, the other day Tumblr told me that someone gave me favs on several Raventrust drawings that I did years ago
I waschecking some of my old art and I couldn't help but think: hell, the idea was good
So⌠Well, maybe I'll redo some things. This in particular is a remake of some individual drawings I did and when I saw them the other day I said: what if⌠They were looking at each other
And then we have this
I will ink and color. Someday. Now I can say that I have done it before and it will happen
Prompt Fic: Heroes and Villains
Prompt: defending them against everyone, even when theyâre not there to witness itÂ
Authorâs Note: Playing with a headcanon I have for after Khadgar returned from Outland.
The Fic can also be found on AO3 here.
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There was a loud, heavy âthudâ that hit Moderaâs desk. It pierced the silence like a gunshot. She jumped, her muscles tensed and the arcane crackled at her fingertips. Her eyes shot up and caught sight of Khadgar.
The Archmage had finally moved back to Dalaran. He had to take some time to recover upon returning to Azaroth. Varian was more than happy to have him stay in Stormwind Keep during that time. Things werenât so simple as crossing over and returning to how things were. Khadgar and those that went with him had years to adapt to Outlandâs gravity. Varying amounts of muscle atrophy and having to fight for scraps, leaving many malnourished.
Khadgar was healthier now. He was filling out, and he shaved off that ridiculous beard. Modera suspected it was seeing the statue of himself in Stormwind that might have pushed him into doing so. Khadgar was glaring at her, his jaw set into a grimace. Moderaâs eyes flitted down to the book that he had slammed on her table.
It wasnât all that big. The Kirin Tor did well in guarding their secrets. Modera recognized the cover and the title in a heartbeat. She had a hand in its creation, after all.
âWhat the hell is this?â Khadgar asked, though he already knew the answer.
âItâs a book.â Modera answered bluntly.
Khadgarâs glare shifted into a look of disappointment. âModera, really?â
âYou walked right into that one--â
âItâs about Medivh, Modera.â Khadgar added, cutting her off. âNo, not even that. Itâs a strange mockery of him! He wasnât in league with Sargeras. He was possessed!â
âKhadgarâŚâ
âAnd him bewitching Garona Halforcen? Hypnotizing her to kill Llane?!â Khadgar paced back and forth. âHim taking advantage of me? Thatâs only the stuff I can stomach saying right now!â
âKhadgar!â Modera raised her voice. When Khadgar stopped his pacing and looked at her, she continued. âLook, I know things in that book make you angry. Iâm sorry. But this is just how it has to be. Medivh was troubled, dangerous--â
âI gave you all a detailed report about what happened!â Khadgar said.
âWhich was tainted by your own feelings for him, Khadgar.â Modera pointed out. âIt was very obvious that you held very strong 'affections' for him.
Khadgarâs face grew hot as he flushed a deep red. âThatâs...! Yes, I did. I loved him, but--â
âYou were too biased. The council couldnât accept it.â Modera explained.
Khadgar took a moment to recollect himself, taking a breath. âYes, youâre right, I was biased. But whatâs in that book are flat out lies. Whoever wrote that used my report as the bare bones for it and changed things.â
âItâs all for the greater good, Khadgar.â Modera said. âLook, Aegwynn was a loose cannon. She took something that wasnât hers and wove it into her own child. Medivh wasnât trained by us like you were, and look what happened.â
âHow many times do I have to say this? He was possessed, Modera.â Khadgar ground out.
âHow can you be so sure? Just because some deteriorating tower showed you some illusions?â Modera asked. âYou have to understand, you might not have been thinking so clearly on matters.â
âDonât.â Khadgarâs voice was as firm as stone and he pointed an accusing finger at Modera. Until that point, it had been much softer, lighter. Part of it from exhaustion from years of fighting and trying to survive. But Khadgar found that fire once again after reading that damned book. âDonât you dare try playing that game with me. Iâm not that boy from back then. Iâve grown and I can think for myself.â Khadgar took a moment to let the words sink in for Modera. âI knew Medivh, I knew him better and any of you ever could. This has nothing to do with the truth. I know that much. I want to know why this was written. Why drag Medivhâs name through the mud? Hasnât he suffered enough?â
Modera gave a tired sigh. She leaned back in her chair and broke eye contact as she mulled over what to say. She knew she was being callus, she often had to be. If anyone, given his relationship with the fallen guardian, Khadgar was owed an explanation.
âWe needed a villain.â she finally said. âYou have to understand about politics, Khadgar. History is written by the winners. Sometimes, you need a villain to help put people at ease. The Council of Tirisfal and the existence of The Guardian are all confidential information.â
âAnd a system that eventually failed.â Khadgar added, his brow furrowed. There was a feeling in his gut, a growing unease. âSo, you made Medivh into a boogieman, is that it?â
âHe made for a very good cautionary tale, Khadgar. A hedgemage, someone who flaunted his magic at frivolous things like parties, looking for approval.â Modera said, recalling the meeting held as The Council of Six discussed how to approach the book. âWhen that wasnât enough, he was swayed by Sargeras. Using one of his parties as a sacrifice to appease his dark master--â
âThatâs enough.â Khadgar growled. âIâve read it, I donât need you to repeat it.â
âThe point is, Medivh works as a great example for young students on why to follow the rules the Kirin Tor gives them.â Modera said. She could see that Khadgar was not satisfied with that answer. It was all she could give. âLook at it this way. He still serves a purpose, Khadgar. Medivh may be dead, but at least he can make up a little for his failings by providing this final service to us.â
âModera, thatâs disgusting!â
âItâs not that different from how we elevate flawed people into heroes, Khadgar.â Modera countered. âPeople need examples to live up to or avoid. Anduin Lothar has been mythologized, as were you, after you left through the Dark Portal.â
A chill crawled up Khadgarâs spine. He wasnât a stranger to people making assumptions about him. He remembered how people used to think he was this incredible, wisened wizard. When in truth, he was really a young man who was way in over his head. Khadgar felt uncomfortable when he saw his own statue in the Valley of Heroes in Stormwind. It felt so wrong. It wasnât really him; it was the idea of him. A standard that he never could live up to.
âThatâs just the nature of heroes and villains, Khadgar.â Modera said. âYou just happened to live and see your own legend with your own eyes.â
Khadgar was silent, but Modera knew that look he had on his face. The wheels in his head were turning, trying to work out something.
âDonât even think about trying to âset the record straightâ.â she warned him. âKhadgar, youâre a good friend, so Iâll give you this warning: If you try to write anything about this matter, it wonât be published. Dalaran has very strict policies. I need you to let this go.â
Khadgar locked eyes with her, but said nothing. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. In the end, she was right. There was no point in continuing this argument.
âHold on to your memories of him.â Modera said, there was no malice in her voice. If anything, Khadgar could have sworn he heard a hint of pity. âItâs not a great situation, but take some comfort that at least one person still knows who he really was.â
Khadgar turned around and made his way towards the door and left.
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Foreword: âRespectfully kiss my staff of power, Modera.â
Khadgar couldnât help the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was petty; he knew that, but he had learned from the best. It was true, there was no chance of this book being published by any printing company in Dalaran. However, if it was one thing that Khadgar had learned from his time with Medivh, it was that there was a much bigger and wider world outside of the city of mages.
Little did Modera know just how many friends Khadgar had made during his lifetime. He knew a few goblins and even some friends in Stormwind that gave him plenty of options.Â
Khadgar smiled to himself as he wrote. Going over his memories of his time in Karazhan and with Medivh. He recalled how the man was sometimes like a living storm. Other times, he was full of warmth and affection. Khadgar promised himself he would approach his and Medivhâs stories as honestly as possible. Modera was right, Khadgar was here to see his own legend, and he could reject it.
-The End-
pls send khadgar/medivh prompts, thoughts, headcanons, anything â both for art or writing
ive had zero motivation to do anything creative since i started working full time last year, so im in desperate need of using my returning affection towards them as a fuel for making art/fic
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