#Hey lancer if you brave.

[officialancer]

INTERROGATION: Spade King

(Transcribed by Prince Ralsei)

Kris hesitates, then raps the bars.

KING: We have NOTHING to talk about.

RALSEI: Um, actually, Mr. King… we do have something to talk about. You see, Lancer—

SUSIE: Shut up. Let me do the talking.

RALSEI: Um… but I was thinking we could try a more, um, diplomatic approach? ….Kris, why don’t you decide?

KRIS: …

RALSEI: Kris?

SUSIE: You good, dude?

KRIS: Let Ralsei do the talking.

SUSIE: …yeah, whatever. Go for it.

RALSEI: Oh, okay! Um… Mr. King, as I was saying, Lancer… well, he’s missing, I’m afraid. Could you tell us anything about that?

KING: I know not of which you speak.

SUSIE: Huh? You don’t?

KING: No.

SUSIE: But he…

RALSEI: Well, you see, we, um, have reason to believe Lancer ran away because he was… worried about you. We’ve been trying to find him, but we don’t even know where to start! Are you absolutely sure you won’t help us?

KING: Hmph. The boy is no concern of mine.

RALSEI: I… don’t think that’s true. You may have been distant, but he’s still your son, isn’t he? I mean, I know you’re, um, angry at him, and that he hasn’t, um, been talking about you, a-and… well, I mean…

KING: Is there a point to your blabber?

RALSEI: Sorry, it’s hard to think while I’m writing, but… well, what I mean is that I—I think there’s good in you still! And I really do believe that deep down, you care about Lancer, and that you want him to be safe. So, could you please tell us where he might be?

KING: Hm.

RALSEI: Yes? Anything at all you could tell us would truly help!

KING: Hah hah hah… Interesting. You, Lightner-worshipper… so invested in the boy’s fate? Are we not, in your feeble mind, meant to serve? Tell me—why should you care?

SUSIE: You, uh… don’t gotta answer that.

KING: Then his questions shall go unanswered as well.

RALSEI: Well, um… o-of course Dark World beings are meant to serve the Lightners, particularly the Heroes of Light, and as one of their closest companions, Lancer is very important! It would devastate them if he were to be… hurt. If that happened, well. Really, it wouldn’t be very good for, um, morale, and they do need—

KING: Hah. As I expected… you only care for my son in relation to the Lightners.

RALSEI: H-huh?! No, that’s—that’s not what I meant! I… our duty is… well, we are supposed to—I mean, um… Listen, Lancer, he… Okay. Lancer is… strange. He says and does things that don’t quite make sense, and he’s always getting into trouble, and he’s, um, tried to thrash me several times before, but… isn’t it just lovely that he’s him? He’s funny and smart in his own way, and he’s ever so brave, and he cares about all of his… his friends, and he always makes sure that I—that we—what I mean is—I would be sad. If something were to happen to him. Not just because of my friends, but because—because I’d be sad. …a lot. A-and I think you would be sad too! I really, really do!

SUSIE: Hey, Ralsei… you, uh, okay?

RALSEI: Oh, of course! Just, um… could you tell us anything, anything at all about where Lancer might have gone? Please?

KING: …Very well.

RALSEI: Oh, I knew you’d make the right decision!

KING: Before he left, he said that he wanted to find a society.

RALSEI: That could be important, Kris! What did he say was in the society?

KING: Nothing.

RALSEI: Huh? That‘s all? You must know something!

KING: I have shared my knowledge.

SUSIE: Arright. Place to start, I guess.

RALSEI: Right. Um… did Lancsr say anything else? Why he wanted to find the society?

SUSIE: Or, like… how he was doing?

KRIS: We live in a society.

SUSIE: Huh?

RALSEI: Please, if there’s anything you can think of…

KING: …

RALSEI: Well, that’s all right. I suppose we’ll be going now… er, thank you ever so much!

The Heroes of Light leave the dungeon.

SUSIE: The hell was he talking about? What society?

RALSEI: If only he’d told us what else Lancer had said… maybe then we’d know where to go!

KRIS: We know where to go.

SUSIE: Uh… if you say so.

RALSEI: I do feel like there’s something we’re missing…

SUSIE: Yeah, well, maybe next time, we can try, like… bein’ more aggressive. Can’t just let people walk all over us, right?

RALSEI: Maybe! But it’s better to be polite, don’t you think?

SUSIE: Hey Ralsei?

RALSEI: Yes, Susie?

SUSIE: You know you can stop writing everything we say down now???

RALSEI: Oh! Right! Haha.

#toothpaste #king dad #blue person #purple girl #interrogation tag

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[redrobin-detective]

To light a candle is to cast a shadow

Dannymay Day 9: Candlelight

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TW: Major Character Death

Danny had never been to a funeral before. Never in a million years would he have imagined this one would be his first. He was surrounded by his classmates and teachers and friends. His parents were sniffling quietly off to the while Jazz was a little more open with her grief. He felt so much, like he was a balloon ready to burst that he’d circled back to numbness. All he could do was stare at the gentle flickers of the candles people were holding. And like a candle, Danny was acutely aware of how quickly a life could be snuffed out.

“Danny, pay attention, it’s rude to space out at a place like this,” Tucker whispered in his ear. Danny squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of his best friend’s voice.

“Sorry, I,” he whispered back, “this is harder than I thought it’d be.” Sam looked over her shoulder at them. She looked worse than he’d ever her, greasy hair pulled back in a low tail, eyes sallow and not a trace of gothic makeup. It would have smudged with the tears anyway. She was wearing black as always but this time out of grim necessity. If it was hard for him he can only imagine how she was feeling right now. 

“Poor Sam,” Tucker huffed. “We should go stand by her, let her know she’s not alone.”

“Yeah just, let’s give it a minute,” Danny said quietly back. “This has been a lot, how are you feeling, Tuck?” 

“Oh you know,” Tucker chuckled, moving around to Danny’s other side. “Larger than life.” Danny bit his lip and looked down at the candle held in his shaking hands. He could see ice creeping up the sides, it would go out entirely if he didn’t keep it under control. He’d already let one light go out due to his negligence. 

“Not now,” was all Danny could say. He kept his eyes low so he didn’t have to confront his friend’s green skin and glowing red eyes. 

“Oh so only the half ghost can make dead jokes?” Tucker said with an audible eyeroll. He floated back around to Danny’s front but he could still see through the ghost to Mr. Lancer giving a weeping statement. “Come on, lighten up. It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”

“Tuck please,” Danny pleaded, a sad keening sound that sounded pathetic to his ears. He saw Star turn to look at him and offer a sad, sympathetic smile before turning back to the speech. “Please, just, can this wait until after the vigil?”

“You don’t have to be sad, dude, it’s not like I’m really gone,” Tucker chuckled. “It doesn’t even hurt. I mean it did, alot, for a second there but then it was over with. Easy. Just think of it as Team Phantom upgraded one of its members!”

“It’s not the same,” Danny frowned, “it’s not, things aren’t going to be the same.”

“And why not?” Tuck said with an eerie edge to his voice. “Danny is the same as Phantom, why can’t it be the same for me?” He grinned and his teeth had sharp edges. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of me again? Afraid I’ll have better, cooler powers as a full ghost?”

“Tuck, you’re dead,” Danny stressed quietly, almost choking on the words he never wanted to say. “You were so brave and so stupid and tried to hack into the school’s PA system while Technus was inside and it... electrocuted you to death.”

“Haha yeah, we really are bros in everything, we even died the same way.” Tucker laughed, watching as Sam was discreetly wiping at her eyes. “Whatever happened to Techy? Things got kinda fuzzy there for a while.”

“Technus is gone,” Danny deadpanned. “When I found you, when I smelled that mix of ozone and cooked flesh I sort of lost it.” He’ll never get that god awful smell out of his mind. He remembered it from his own accident and smelling it again, paired with his best friend’s corpse and Technus’s idiotic ranting in his head. The next thing he remembered was Sam screaming over Tucker’s body and his hands covered in ectoplasm. Technus’ ectosignature had been entirely obliterated. 

“Oh hardcore, shoulda done the scary eyes when you said it. It would’ve had more of an impact.” Tucker turned to him with his beaming red eyes, so close yet slightly off from his normal looks. “Hey that means there’s an opening for a technology ghost around these parts. I gotta think of a name, someway to combine Tech and Tuck. I’ll think of it, I mean I have the rest of eternity.”

“Are you sure you want to stay?” Danny asked seriously, finally looking his dead friend in the eye. He was a new ghost, barely had an ectosignature and wouldn’t for at least another few months. Danny was the only one here who could see the ghost haunting his own candlelight vigil. A boy, a friend, gone far too soon. “You could move on, find your peace. Haunting Amity Park forever hardly sounds like a dream come true, I’ve only done it a year and I’m sick of it.”

“Peace? I’m 15, Danny. Peace was never an option.” Tucker lounged until his was floating on his back. He passed through Mikey and Kwan both of whom shivered at the contact. He playfully batted at Sam’s ponytail and she stiffened, like she was doing everything to hold back tears. Sam might not be able to see him but she knew Tuck almost as well as Danny did, knew what a prankster he was. Or at least they had known him. Now Danny doesn’t know quite who or what he’s looking at. 

“I’ll hang around with you guys until my core’s stronger then I can pick up some of the ghost butt kicking slack. Amity will have two awesome ghostly superheroes. Or at least until you get bored or old or whatever. Then it’ll just be me, Techer.” He made a face, “oh god that’s awful, forget that one.”

Danny almost smiled, despite everything because with Tuck in front of him chatting as usual, he’d almost forgotten. For a second, the smell and the charred, contracted limbs and Mr and Mrs. Foley’s wailing when they heard the news almost seemed like a far away nightmare. Then Tuck floated forward and clapped his hand around  the flame on Danny’s candle, snuffing it out.

“The wax was about to drip onto your hand, you’re welcome, dude,” Tuck preened with his sharpened teeth and glowing aura. “I already got this hero thing down pat.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Danny said wanly. Mrs. Foley got up now and was talking about what a good, considerate son she had. How she was going to miss him every day. Tucker watched her speak with a polite, distant face like she was talking about some character in a story written long ago. He was here, he remembered but there was a palpable disconnect between the Tuck of old and his ghost. Danny wondered how long it would be before his friend was gone entirely, consumed by amnesia and obsession.

“Ugh Danny,” Tuck huffed, crossing his arms petulantly. “Can you cut it out with the waterworks? I’m right here after all.” But he wasn’t, not really. What was in front of him was an echo. Tuck was here but not all of him came along for the ride. The rest, the part that Danny had cherished and relied on for most of his life, was at the morgue ready to be buried in the morning. Closed casket obviously. 

Yeah, his friend was still here but death had changed him, like it had changed Danny. And he was going to see a constant reminder of his friend’s death in his face every day until one of them decided to move on. Moments would pass and feel like normal only for him to realize that something vital had been lost. Like a candle casting a shadow, lacking all the warmth and life of the real thing. 

#dannymay2021 #major character death #I'm so sorry fam #I wasnt gonna do a prompt today but it came to me in the bath #the first line just grabbed me by the throat #fastest Ive ever dried off and started typing I swear #anyway hiiiiii happy dannymay #tucker foley

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@upshuring​  said:  What's  one  habit  or  trait  of  each  of  the  Loser's  club  (past  or  present,  your  pick)  that  really  annoys  him,  and/or  one  he  admires  or  envies?  Maybe  it's  even  one  and  the  same?

oh  this  is  so  fun...  ok  letss...  hold  on.  this  will  just  be  from  a  like...  neutral  lens  without  taking  into  account  other  people  on  here  who  write  dynamics  w/  me  from  different  losers.  i’m  bad  with  habit  related  things,  but  we’ll  touch  on  some  general  traits.

          bill:       i  think  that...  richie,  like  much  of  the  losers  club,  has  a  lot  of  respect  and  admiration  for  bill.  especially  when  they’re  just  kids.  this  is  pretty  apparent  in  all  medias,  where  richie  will  say  something  a  bit  too  off-beat  and  then  bill  will  give  him  one  look  and  richie  says  something  like  ‘sorry  bill.  she’s  missing’  which  is  a  way  he  backs  down  to  almost  no  one  else.  anyway.......i  think  that  there  is  also  truth  in  the  fact  that  he  hates  it  when  bill  drags  them  around  on  what  richie  perceives  to  be  like...  some  big  crusade  that  a)  won’t  bring  back  georgie  and  b)  might  get  one  of  their  friends  killed.  i  often  think  of  richie  in  the  lancer  trope,  especially  next  to  bill,  and  therefore  i  think  they  provide  each  other  with  good  character  foils.  so  anyway,  richie  hates  when  he  perceives  bill  being  blind  to  a  situation’s  ramifications.  at  the  same  time,  he  still  really  admires  how  much  of  a  natural  leader  bill  is  and  how  brave  he  is  without...  really  having  to  “try”,  which  is  what  richie  is  always  doing  a  lot  of.  and  anyway,  richie  has  and  will  follow  bill  to  the  end  of  the  stupid  earth.

          bev:       richie  thinks  bev  is  simply  the  coolest.  he  admires  her  for  being  tough  and  funny,  and  probably  envies  both  those  things,  as  these  are  qualities  that  glow  off  her  pretty  genuinely.  bev  could  have  a  big  bruise  up  the  side  of  her  face  and  she  might  explain  it  off  as  no  big  thing.  bev  is  always  like,  brave  enough  to  do  the  right  thing.  and  anyway,  she  tolerates  a  lot  of  his  nonsense  and  has  the  sense  of  humour  to  play  along  with  him  sometimes,  and  he  trusts  her  in  a  unique  kind  of  way...  like  a  lil  nod  of  understanding  between  them.  like  she  knows  what  he’s  really  saying  under  a  joke.  like  if  she  knew  a  secret  of  his  it  was  safe  with  her.  in  terms  of  what  annoys  him,  i  don’t  think  there  is  a  substantial  thing  he’d  point  to.  when  he’s  a  kid  he  gets  mildly  snotty  about  her  natural  aptitude  at  like,  all  the  cool  stuff  (me  crying  thinking  abt  when  she  showed  him  all  the  yo-yo  tricks).  but  that  quickly  just  turns  into  admiration  as  well,  like  if  he  thinks  someone  is  cool  without  strings  attached  it’s  bev.

      ��   eddie:       okay  well  these  two  met  and  became  elderly  florida  marrieds  almost  instantly,  because  they  can  both  be  so  particular.  richie  is  never  not  rolling  his  eyes  at  eddie’s  neurotic  ass,  but  also  feels  genuinely  strongly  over  how  eddie  lets  his  mom  convince  him  that  all  this  shit  is  wrong  with  him.  the  eddie  from  the  book  and  miniseries  i  feel  is  a  lot  more  soft  spoken  as  well,  so  in  general  i  think  richie’s  biggest  point  of  contention  is  that  eddie  perceives  himself  as  fragile  and  sometimes  weak,  because  that’s  what  people  around  him  have  said  all  his  life.  but  richie  knows  he’s  not,  knows  he  can  be  brave  and  strong  and  keep  up  with  everyone  else,  and  that’s  also  what  he  admires  about  him.  i  also  think  that  eddie  is  his  favourite  person  to  banter  at.  both  general  iterations  of  eddie  can  effectively  clown  on  richie  and  he  simply  loves  when  someone  is  capable  of  shutting  him  down.  eddie  gets  40000  affectionatemean  nicknames  for  a  reason.  richie  vc:  asshole    (dreamy,  in  love)

          mike:       okay  so  mike  and  richie  don’t  get  enough  interactions  in  my  opinion  but  also  in  my  opinion,  richie  respects  mike  in  a  similar  way  he  respects  bill.  hasn’t  known  him  as  long,  but  mike  is  genuinely...  good  in  a  way  that  richie  simply  cannot  clown  on.  and  cannot  relate  to,  because  richie  considers  himself  very  selfish.  probably,  he  thinks  that  it  was  kinda  weird  for  mike  to  stay  in  stupid  derry  and  become  like,  history  expert  of  stupid  derry.  he  genuinely  hates  that  mike  thinks  he  and  any  of  them  have  any  responsibility  toward  stupid  derry,  and  anyone  living  in  it.  but  similarly  with  bill,  it  translates  into  why  he  admires  mike...  mike  just  has  this  hardworking  sense  of  responsibility  about  him,  people  like  mike  because  he’s  kind  and  well  spoken,  and  he  doesn’t  have  to  pretend  about  any  of  it.  i  think  he  has  complicated  feelings  toward  mike  for  a  little  bit  after  stan  and  eddie.  for  a  while  he  struggles  with  the  fact  that  mike  would  call  them  at  all,  and  put  everyone  in  danger  like  that.  but  he  comes  to  understand  why,  and  in  the  end  he  loves  mike  too,  and  can’t  hold  it  against  him.

          ben:       so  we  lightly  bully  ben  because  ben  will  let  you  do  it,  and  richie  is  a  bit  of  a  goon  sometimes  as  we  know.  however!  richie  i  think  really  likes  the  way  ben’s  mind  works,  in  terms  of  how  ben  sees  information  and  creates  from  his  mind  (specifically  how  impressed  he  is  with  ben  building  the  dam  in  the  stream  at  the  barrens.)  he  bitches  about  the  clubhouse  because  he  is  ,  a  bitch,  but  i  think  he’s  genuinely  very  impressed  and  maybe  a  little  jealous  that  ben  can...  think  in  such  an  organized  way?  richie  is  smart,  but  not  in  the  same  way  ben  is,  so  it  interests  him  that  ben  can  pull  a  blueprint  out  of  his  head  like  that.  i  think  he  mainly  hassles  ben  for  being  too  nice  to  people,  letting  them  walk  all  over  him.  richie  is  like.  no!  at  least  pretend  ur  confident!  stop  letting  people  talk  shit  to  u.  stop  letting  me  talk  shit  to  u.  you  know?  and  it’s  because  he  thinks  ben  genuinely  has  such  a  good  heart  and  he  doesn’t  deserve  to  be  walked  on.  

          stan:       stan  the  man  the  myth  the  legend.  richie  is  also  such  a  goon  to  stan  sometimes,  as  a  long  time  best  friend  and  someone  who  is  such  a  complete  foil  to  his  own  persona.  he  hassles  stan  constantly  for  being  so  prim  and  neat  and  booooorrrinnnnnggg!!!  but  in  truth,  he  has  so  much  love  for  stan,  who  will  always  take  responsibility,  who  sticks  with  them  even  when  he’s  the  only  sane  one  in  the  room,  and  even  when  he’s  scared.  there’s  a  time  as  adults,  when  stan  obviously  doesn’t  show  up  with  them,  where  he’s  really  mad  at  him.  richie  perceives  that  stan  dipped  out  on  them,  or  took  the  easy  way  out  of  their  fight.  and  it’s  really  hard  for  him  to  deal  with,  until  he  finally  can  accept  that  stan  did  what  he  did,  and  in  doing  it  thought  he  was  doing  right  by  the  rest  of  the  losers.  and  in  the  end  that’s  what  stan  was  always  trying  to  do.  he  admires  the  way  stan  thinks,  perceives  in  a  way  that  always  seemed  a  lot  older  and  wiser  than  any  of  them  as  kids.  stan  was  someone  who  could  be  super  pragmatic  in  any  given  situation.  also  one  of  the  only  people  that  can  shut  richie  down  effectively.  he  bullies  stan  because  stan  just  tolerates  him  and  isn’t  even  affected,  but  hey  look.  he  loves  stanley.  

#ur such a legend for sending dev qs.... thanks for my life and letting me raaaamble #long post! #¦❥ ‛ IN MY HEAD I DO EVERYTHING RIGHT. / meta. #¦❥ ‛ NO GOOD FRIENDS. NO BAD FRIENDS. / losers.

[afterthelastreset]

Rules Of One’s Soul Ch 2 A Game of Souls

(Mak belongs to @coffincrawler )

It was a miracle. It was a d*mmed miracle barely anyone saw the scrunched up, sobbing mess of the Duke of Puzzles surrounded by Heart attacks from a certain insane jester. Only the night guard wondering the halls had seen. Curious by the noise of the elevator being used. The same second he saw the duke, he was threatened to be put on 'feeding Jevil' duty if he said a word of what he saw to anyone. Terrified him enough to keep his mouth shut at least. The rest of that awful night was a blur as he couldn't remember stumbling back to his room or managing to even fall asleep with the loud storm or the lingering mixed emotions from the encounter he had less than a minute ago, but he chalked that up to being too emotionally drained from that.

He woke up still groggy in the morning, and wouldn't have gotten up if it weren't for the fact that the King would've been displeased and no one wanted to displease his highness for fear of his anger. And because Lancer needed someone.....

The next few days fell into a similar routine of getting up, putting up a fake smile, and just doing anything but go near that elevator or trying to remember that night. He busied himself with his noble duties of puzzle making and being what Lancer put into terms a 'Lesser Dad'. Or in his own terms, a permanent royal caretaker. Which was basically what he was being told to do anyways, so no real loss. He really didn't mind. He could use the distraction. Honestly he didn't know how much time had passed. Days, weeks, a month or two maybe? Didn't matter. As long as he didn't see that thing ever again he was totally fine. He had a hard enough time dealing with the anxiety and empty feelings that came with the memories. Made him constantly want to vomit.

About maybe a year had passed since the incident and it was slowly starting to get better. He didn't improve on puzzles but he made an upgrade to the control crown that seemed useful. Until the fateful day the lightners fell down. That was a day he truly wished he didn't see the king's anger. But thing's turned out much for the better it seemed. 'King' Lancer was much more friendlier and trustworthy than his father though there was still work needed to be done. It was when he announced releasing all prisoners prior to his father's downfall, that the real melt down started.

The possibility of Jevil running around?? Free?! Where that lunatic could attack him-....anyone at any given moment and spread his insanity like a plague?!?! All the feelings of unwanted belonging, sickness, and that kiss- if he could even call it that- all came rushing back at ounce and he nearly passed out from all the overwhelming thoughts alone. By god he tried as nicely as he could explain to the child that releasing the kings and many common folk were fine, but the Jester would be too mean to let out......

It didn't work.

The overwhelming feeling of dread filled him the very day the other kings were released and slowly everyone were reinstated back to their positions as Kings, servents, civilians, guards, etc. While all of this was going on, the spooked duke didn't see any trace of that menace or hear any of that wicked laugh or gibberish wording. Lots had noticed the Duke's strange behaviors, and only Lancer had a mind to talk-

The child came bounding up to him, tugging on his pants leg to get his attention. "Hey, Lesser Dad. You aren't looking too hot. Are you sick or something?"

A flinch. The Duke brought another strained smile to his face and gave the boy the calmest look he could muster. "O-Of course, mine littlest worm. W-What ever gave thou that silly thought?"

He cocked his head to the side and gave an obvious confused look. "Well, you're acting really weird. Like, when Dad used to yell. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Ahahaha. No need to worry about-t mineself. Thy King should just tend towards his d-duties and thine subjects."

"Ok...If you're sure-?"

"I am! Don't worry non. Eh..." His eyes glazed off to the side for a moment as if uncertain about something, before looking back to the child. "B-But on a curious notion......have thee seen thine foolish inmate a-around lately?"

Lancer tilted his head further with a blep, not exactly sure what he was talking about for a moment, before realization flashed across his face. "Oh, you mean Uncle Jevil??" He flinched at the name, but Lancer didn't seem to notice. "Someone unlocked his cell, but he won't come out...But he still eats stuff."

"Well, we cannot simply force thee to cometh out if he doesn't wanteth too, can we? Ahe....W-Will thou excuse me?"

Carefully prying the hands of the child off him, he turned and began to walk away-

"Where are you going?"

He looked over his shoulder for just a brief moment, "I just need to makest sureth of something. G-Go on back to doinge what thou waseth attending too."

"Oh...Ok, Dad."

He watched as Rouxls quickly made his exit towards the other side of the throne room and out one of the giant doors. What was going on with his Lesser Dad?

A few days had passed since the incident and he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not. On one hand, the lunatic hadn't even left his cell even though it's open, which was good. On the other hand, the stupid cell door was wide open and he could get out at any given moment, which was unacceptable! His own fears escalated by one thousand when Lancer said the words 'Uncle Jevil'. How-.....WHEN did that come to be?! When did Lancer even have time to even sneak down there let alone give that menace the title of Uncle?! Where did he go wrong!?

Luckily, Lancer was too busy with his new duties as King to even worry about Jevil. For the moment at least. But the sensation of knowing the innocent child could be easily influenced by him, and get hurt in the process.....He tried not to think too much about it or let his emotions cloud his trust in Lancer's new abilities as King but it all came to a head when one afternoon the child rammed headfirst into his leg when exiting the kitchen. The small child landed on his rump with a thud and a metal plate clattered against the ground, sending food all over the ounce clean floors.

"Lancer! Watch'est where thou runeths off too," he said scolding the round child, "What would thine people think if they seest their king running into things with food in his hands?"

"Sorry, Rouxls." He quickly got up to give the much taller man a hug around the leg before swiftly turning back around to pick up the scattered dark candies. Rouxls rose a brow at all the sweets and sighed.

"Lancer, you shouldn't eat so much junk food this early into the day. Tis most unbecoming of a king."

"Oh. They're not for me."

"Then whom art thou-?"

"Uncle Jevil likes sweet things. He really seems to like dark candy from Mr. Seam's shop, so he's gotta like these."

Rouxls froze. He suddenly felt his body nagging him and the familiar rock feeling in his stomach fly back at lightning speed. He swore he would've fell over if his body wasn't frozen in utter horror at the moment. Lancer, not noticing his father's sudden silence continued-

"I haven't seen anyone take him food in a while. They say they're too scared of him attacking them, which is weird if you ask me. So I'm going to make sure he's fe-"

"NO!"

The sudden shout startled them both as Lancer flinched back up to meet the melting man's frozen posture. Thinking quickly, Rouxls smiled that strained grin of his and gave a small chuckle, a habit he inherited to mask stress or emotions the King wouldn't be pleased with. Old habits died hard as they say. Lancer was still staring up at him in disbelief before asking-

"N-No?....Why not?"

"I- Um- He-......Y-You can't go down there?!"

"Why not?"

"I-...Because it's..." He could feel the slimy sweat start to run down his face, he had to think quickly if he wanted to keep the child from becoming suspicious. "B-Because thou cannot just s-simply leave thine's position as king now, can thee? W-What if there's an emergency that requires thou's attention? Being king means you have to take a lot more responsibility now."

"Oh. That's a good point. I don't want to miss anything." Rouxls sighed in relief at the notion he wouldn't go- The sickeningly sweet smell of the star shaped candy hit him before Lancer thrusted most of the picked up candies at him with a toothy grin with his tongue sticking out. "Then you can do it instead!"

.....What?

"What?! L-Lancer, you can't be serious? Art thou?"

The young spade held up his paws again. "Yeah! You help me with lots of things, and no one else will do it, but you're really brave Lesser Dad!" His tiny tail wagged behind him. "If you can talk to Ex-King Dad then you can feed Uncle Jevil!! He's not scary anyways, he's actually really fun!!"

"B-B-But-.....Ahehe. L-Lancer, doth thou know that a king needs his royal advisor? I-I won't do it when you-"

"Lesser Dad, who's king?"

He sighed. "Thou art king. But I-"

"Then as King Lancer, I order you to feed the Royal Fun Uncle!"

"Lancer, I shouldn't-"

"Follow the rules, Lesser Dad."

He stared down at the blepping child for a while opening and closing his mouth like a fish. There was no loophole around this, and he must follow the kings given out by his liege.....No matter how young they were or how terrorfying it was. So sucking a deep breath and ignoring the flair up of dread in his stomach, he made a graceful bow before hissing-

"Of course, Mine Majesty. I'll be sureth thine jeaster gets nourishment- OOF!!"

The sounds of candies scattered against the floor as his body was tackled by the happy spade child in a hug. Rouxls fell onto his rump just as the energetic spade let go and hopped off.

"Thanks, Lesser Dad!," he happily shouted over his shoulder before running off, "I have new king stuff to do before bad stuff happens!"

The taller man watched the round child bound off down the hallway and around the corner before disappearing. Leaving him sitting there on the cold stone floor surrounded by scattered dark candies. The sinking feeling in his stomach got heavier. He would have to go bad down there and feed the touched starved lunatic. He just hoped that he wasn't on the menu.

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BING!!

He flinched hard at the soft ding of the doors as they slowly opened to show the stone steps leading into the dark abyss below. The Duke remained routed to the spot staring straight down into the unholy darkness, faintly making out the outline of the bars and stairway thanks to the few torches lit up on the walls. But no yellow eyes looked up at him. No insane laughter echoed off the walls. Nothing. He cautiously leaned out and took a good look around the entrance -he wasn't about to let that maniac spring out on him again- and nervously ran his eyes over the cold stone walls with what light was available to him. Nothing.

His body slowly began to melt from the added pressure that the small imp could literally be anywhere in this mess, the emotions of fear and anxiety bubbled up, and the urge to just leave was very strong. But he couldn't. He couldn't ignore the rules to follow when it came to his majesty's orders. He'll just leave the food by the door and run. Yeah that'll work. His body trembled as he slowly took a step forward, and placed it on the first step. Nothing. A small bubble of relief came over him. So taking a deep breath, he slowly placed one foot after another and descended the stairs, the sounds of his footsteps echoing off the walls. A strange feeling nagged him closer to the bars as he lowered into darkness, heartbeat increasing. He ignored that heartbeats and feelings that twisted in his gut and just kept going. When he had gotten to the bottom of the stairs he stopped.

He stared silently ahead. Frozen.

Silence echoed throughout the cell with the only sounds being the drips from the ceiling and his heavy breathing. He could see the many plates of food that was left there, most likely by a guard in a hurry to get the task done and get out of there, they were all indeed empty which meant two things. Jevil never really left, or they had a rabbick infestation in the lower half of the dungeons. Either way, it was terrible to him, and something that needed to be done. He'd just get it over with. He slowly turned his head over to where the cell door was, to Rouxls horror it was wide open for the world to see. He took a moment just staring at the open doorway with mixed emotions....before starting towards it. He could just leave Lancer's gift right where the other's left the food, but....I don't know. Something just compelled him towards the opening. Like a moth to a flame. It was probably just his parental instincts telling him to make sure, for Lancer's sake, but.....There was something else. The nagging feeling and tugging his soul received everytime he even remotely thought of the dungeon or Jevil. He just needed to look to make them go away. And the only way to do that was too look. If Jevil wasn't in there, then he had a big problem.

The cell door was a little smaller than he anticipated which caused Rouxls to bow down in order to go through, but it didn't shake his feeling of dread whatsoever. And all too soon he found himself just standing a few steps away from the entrance staring out at the surrounding darkness. It was so dark he couldn't tell where the back wall was, it was certainly dark enough to hide a person yet it seemed completely empty. There wasn't any noise at all or anything to indicate any living being was here other than the abandoned empty plates outside. Whatever, he had a bigger problem to deal with now. Keeping Lancer safe from that freed Lunatic-

"Rouxls, Rouxls? Have you come back, back to play our game?"

Two yellow pinpricks appeared from the darkness, making the Duke freeze. From the darkest corner of the room, the jester's face emerged along with the rest of his body. The two just stared at each other for a moment, not moving. Jevil staring almost like not believing the man before him was real, before a wide fanged smile started to spread across his face. Rouxls reacted by giving a small strained smile of his own feeling more of his body start melting. The urge to just turn and bolt grew, but this time....THIS TIME his heartrate increased in a strange way that sent heat to his face and he mentally cursed the stupid soul mate conspiracy.

"Have you come back, back to me? Noone's ever returned on their captured, captured free will?" He asked in a hollow voice. But it didn't sound like the emotionless hollow voice of a madman, it sounded more devoid of any happy expressions except maybe a little hope stuck into it. From the way the yellow orbs eyed the taller male, it seemed he was searching for some concrete. They stopped at the small amount of food in his hands. His smile just became a little bigger and he looked back up to Rouxs with a hopeful feeling in his eyes. "You brought me dark candies, candies? Feeding me?"

"...L-Lancer has toldeth me t-thou has a liking for....s-sweet things? *a-hem* H-Here. These art meant f-for thou," he somehow managed to stammer out while holding out the plate of food towards Jevil.

"For...me, me?" He stared at the plate in Rouxls hands for a moment before he blinked and began to approach the larger man from the other side of the room. "You brought food to me?"

"L-Lancer wouldn't have wished it any other way." His eyes wary looked over the smaller jester approaching. He never really noticed before, but Jevil seemed a lot smaller when he wasn't forcfully hugging him or bouncing around his cell. His clothes looked worn, not exactly old, but had a few tears here and there and missing a patch or stitch. The ruffled collar around his neck and his shoes seemed to be new though. Probably Lancer's doing? He didn't look the least bit grimy or dirty as a prisoner should be. He looked.....strangely almost normal. Or as normal for a court jester to look. The bells on his hat jingled the closer he got to the duke and for maybe the first time, didn't look that threatening. But as he learnt from before, don't underestimate anything down here. "I-I'm surest thou will like thine delicacy to thou's ta-"

The plate was quickly snatched from his out stretched hands, he froze in surprise as the Duke watched a smiling Jevil open his mouth wide and just poor the candies into his open mouth before snapping it shut like a trap puzzle. The snap echoed around the room followed by the clatter of the plate when Jevil dropped it. The jester happily giggled at the shock on Rouxls face, wagging his tail and jumping up into the air to sit crosslegged in mid air. How could he even hover?? A clawed hand grabbed at his own, and when he didn't pull away, clung onto it.

"I almost thought for sure, sure you'd never really, really come back since yesterday. Lancer was kind enough to open my freedom, freedom for others to come join, but sadly, sadly no one has stayed for too long. Only giving me plates and food and nothing more, more." His eyes widened just a little as he let out a series of giggles. "I was sure you'd come back, back!"

"Thou...did?" Was he expecting Rouxls to just waltz down the stairs at any moment any day since ...well since who knows when? That was a bit...sweet. But also a bit weird.

He gave a dry chuckled and gave a face that could've been sheepish. "I knew you'd want to finish the game, game you started.~ Just couldn't resist the urge to back, back down from a challenge to your captured rules.~" Oh, good lord. Did he think Rouxls came down there to give him food because he missed him?! "I admit I maaaaaay over down my heart's, heart's desire for you-" Rouxls internally winced at the mention of the heart attacks. The cut on his shoulder stung for days. "-but it's all in the name of your opponent's affections, affections.~" Wait. Was he saying that the heart attacks was his way of showing his affections?...He wasn't sure how to take this strange news. "But I wonder what the great Duke of Puzzles, Puzzles will make as his next move?~"

Rouxls stared at him for a moment and he couldn't help the next words that stumbled out of his mouth. "Art thou forgetting what happened the last time I visited thine prison cell?"

"Which part?~," he purred almost dreamingly. His hand now kneeding Rouxls's held hand, "The usual, usual retreat and gathering of wits for the game, game is to be expected-"

"How about when thine attacks or didst thou forget my reaction to that...." he shuddered a bit "...kiss? What was that? A surprise sprung on thou's opponent to lower mine defences?"

Jevil giggled and rose a brow to being questioned. "Maybe, maybe. But You can't deny, deny your soul's calling towards me.~"

Without warning, he reached out his other hand to place on his chest, over where his soul throbbed at the touch. Rouxls flinched at the sudden reaction his own soul had towards one touch. What the-? Jevil however looked rather pleased at his soul's reaction to his own and sighed in a content way.

"Opposites, opposites do really attract.~"

"N-Now holdeth on one moment," he stammered out as his face flushed a lighter blue, "Thou does not see t-the rush thou's pushing?! A-And what of mine feelings?"

"Your soul calls out to mine, mine. You came back, back. What more feelings do you possibly need?"

He didn't say anything for a second. "Well....I say we take thou's......game slower."

"Slower?" He asked tilting his head.

"Y-Yes. A-As you can see-" He straightened his back up to speak professionally. "-I-I'm still Lancer's caregiver and thine majesty needs a royal adviser and whomst tis better than I?"

"Understandable.~ Lancer's naivity could cause problems."

"And who'll take care of other things liketh lawkeeping, mine shoppe, thy puzzles,-? Certainly not Lancer."

"Of course not."

"Then you understand?"

"Of course." He sighed in relief, which was shattered by what he said next. "I've always wondered, wondered what the outside of freedom had turned to be. Is Everyone still, still trapped or free? Perhaps it's time to make a journey."

He felt his stomach drop again."Wha....What does thou mean?"

He grinned. "I think it's time to take our game, game.~" He purred and leaned closer to rouxls who gulped and leaned back slightly from Jevil's advancing face. He felt his face flush hard at the sudden closeness as the imp whispered. "To the next level. Level.~"

A quick peck from the imp's cool lips got him to freeze in place as Jevil giggled and seemed to jumped around him and out the cell door behind the frozen duke. Rouxls stared blankly ahead as his brain processed what had just happened, and he could only say one thing about the situation-

"Oh, fucketh me...."

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[argentdandelion]

Are Darkners Mind-Controlling Lightners? (Part 3 of 4)

(Caveat: Darkners viewing Lightners as royalty-celebrity-philanthropists, rather than subtly mind-controlling godlike beings, is the most plausible interpretation of their relationship. As this was largely complete before figuring that out, it will be posted nonetheless.)(As Tumblr hates links, use the tag "Are Lightners Mind-Controlling Darkners?" for navigation.)

Darkners Are Toys?

As ZaCloud points out, the Dark World is apparently based on the abandoned classroom, and all the toys and games within. Darkners, thus, are (or are based on) toys and games. This would explain why they so enjoy helping Lightners: that’s what toys and games exist for.

However, being psychologically constructed as a toy may limit their ability to choose their own lives and happiness. Consider Seam, who says: “neither Light nor Dark hold a future for a Darkner in my condition.” Seam is an old, damaged stuffed animal; dialogue suggests toys so damaged as Seam have little potential to be played with. Should Darkners set so much of their purpose on helping Lightners (e.g., by playing with them) Seam may feel devoid of any chances to fulfill a purpose, causing a descent into depression. Although being very damaged can certainly affect a person's (or, presumably, Lightner's) quality of life, such people can still be loved, fill a particular purpose, and feel fulfilled, and so have more control over their happiness than Darkners.

Furthermore, what if the Darkners want to do things that would make them less appealing to Lightners? If, say, Ralsei wants to fix some kind of Dark Fountain problem and work on it full-time, would he deny himself future happiness indefinitely by falling out of the Lightners' lives?

Effects of Darkners Being Toys

Although knowing Lightners are toys could make things go well, by giving an innocent, reasonable context to their admiring, friendly, servile ways, there are also ways it could go wrong. Recalling that the physical forms of Darkners are mere objects may encourage viewing Darkners as only objects which exist for Lightners’ use. Consider Sid from Toy Story: by real-life standards, Sid is nothing but a little unnerving, but in a world where toys can suffer, he’s a horrific mad scientist.

Viewing Darkners as objects could have problems even if not malicious: what if Kris or Susie were to fix Seam-the-toy without Seam-the-person’s consent? Would basically doing a non-essential facial reconstruction surgery to make Seam happier or more “lovable” really have Seam’s best interests at heart? Just because Darkners are happy to help Lightners doesn’t mean Darkners would feel the same about the reverse.

Although Susie doesn’t outright talk about the implications of Darkners being toys, she does seem unnerved by the idea Darkners’ “purpose” is to help Lightners.

Susie: Hey, uh, let's ditch the weird "purpose" talk. You're probably just glad you ate a weird berry. Lancer: Yeah!! I'm still boost from the juice!!!

Arguably, Lancer is unnerved too: his over-enthusiastic delivery may very well be a façade to cover his discomfort.

Exploitation & Counterproductive Responses

Although the most likely interpretations of the fulfillment effect don’t entirely preclude free will, one could argue Lightners are supernaturally charismatic to Darkners. Indeed, it’s possible the relationship is so unequal as to make Darkners genuinely admire Lightners for unimpressive or counterproductive things:

Lancer: “Earlier, Susie ate a pinecone off the floor. It gave her a terrible stomach-ache. It was VERY brave and cool.”

Not even Lancer’s unique psychological situation of admiring villainy lets this make sense.

Lightners might also be extra-persuasive. When Susie is in the prison, she “invites” a Rudinn guard into the trash can. It turns out the Rudinn was literally invited there, not beaten up and shoved in:

Thanks for inviting me! This trash can's really great!

I apologize for the inconvenience earlier!

I'm gonna invite my friends into this trash can, too!

While it’s probably meant as a funny moment whose phrasing parallels Lancer’s earlier threat/invitation in the Field of Hopes and Dreams, it’s probably not just that. (Toby Fox made Deltarune, and he thinks of everything.)

Inescapable Relationship

But what if Lightners don't like this relationship?

They may not have a choice, if they cannot turn the fulfillment effect off. Indeed, they may not even be able to ask for help without Darkners considering the Lightner-Darkner relationship.

Some characters seem to know Kris and Susie are Lightners without being told by other characters who know, or figuring it out by process of elimination. Namely, Top Chef, a Rudinn fanning Susie, and Jevil. The last is especially interesting, since Jevil would logically be isolated from everyone, and so couldn’t be told a physical description of Kris and Susie. The fact Lancer attacks Susie and Kris even before Ralsei speaks of the prophecy and identifies them as Lightners suggests he, too, can identify them as Lightners. As the characters have nothing in common, it's possible Darkners can detect which people are Lightners.

On the other hand, Top Chef, some Jigsawries, and some Rudinns identify Susie only as a “beast”. It’s possible they have such high expectations of how Lightners act that they have trouble identifying Lightners as such when they are aggressive.

Conclusion

In conclusion, it seems Darkners are, overall, strongly inclined to a subservient relationship of dubious consent to Lightners, and Lightners cannot escape this unequal, worshipful relationship.

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[awakening-girl]

Bloody Tears

(Author’s note. This was inspired by @teatitty and their awesome HCs, specifically the one about Diarmuid crying blood, but a lot of their HCs are mentioned.

Quick notes:

I love Fate, but I haven’t actually watched/read anything. Sorry if anything is OOC. Think of it as an AU if it helps.

Slight DiarCu, but it’s mostly at the end.

I’m using Ritsuka as the Master’s name. They/them pronouns.

Diarmuid here has not completely forgiven Fionn yet, he truly wants to though.

I’m also operating under the assumption that slight is the biggest contribution to Dia not getting that Holy Water(TM), even if Fionn regretted it instantly. Fionn is also not summoned yet, so they haven’t talked anything out yet.

Dia has had a bad day in general here, lots of self-loathing before the mission, bad memories + command seal trigger. I don’t touch on that, but that was my frame of mind when I wrote this.

This is like, the first thing I have ever posted. Constructive Criticism VERY appreciated.)

Diarmuid knows they'll be fine he knows it, but right now he can't believe it. They'll be fine, they'll be fine, they'll be fine. A mantra repeated wherever he goes in this godforsaken place. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it. All he wanted was to protect and serve his master like he couldn't do the last (two) times, he failed that too. He's a knight and he couldn't even protect the ones he holds so dear. Every time he closes his eyes he can see their body with that fresh, deep, red, lethal cut. Not that now is much better. The doctors are running diagnostics, so many things made of iron he gets migraines just being there but he stayed as long as he could, he had to be near his Master. He got kicked out after some time, no explanation given. Now he wanders the halls, listening to the pity of fellow spirits and staff. He can't do it anymore. 

He bolts as fast as he can down the hallway, down down down. Corridor 5 flashes by, as do 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. He stops at 10, hides in a little nook and climbs up on a crate. No one will find him here. This place hasn't been touched since they fixed the hole Beowulf made. Curling around himself, dog tags clinking slightly as they collide together he fights back a sob. He did everything perfectly! He was loyal, brave, just... he did everything perfectly and finally got his reward. A master to serve who never held him in contempt, who understood what he'd been through and didn't blame him. Didn't abandon him. And then, they were at death's door because he couldn't spot something so obvious!

Diramuid grabs his tags and chokes back another sob. He's shaking, and he hates it, he hates crying. He runs through everything he can think of to calm himself down, but he always comes back to one memory. His dear foster father Aenghus telling him that his tears are unnatural. That he cries as if his eyes bleed. In hindsight, Diarmuid understands that his father was simply warning him not to cry in front of human strangers, but as a child it imprinted. He became scared of letting anyone see him cry, to let anyone see his face as it dried. Vulnerability was a concept he didn't allow himself to personify. His father’s face flashes again and the first drops fall. Green stains red as he tries his best to stop it. To stop crying blood. He can't even hear anything until he sees a flash of blue. 

Diarmuid wipes his eyes again and looks down. A lancer stares up at him. "Hey, you okay Dia?" A soft voice asks. F*ck. Of all the people to see him, it had to be Cú. Handsome, cool, confident, amazing Cú. Just his luck. Diarmuid lowers his face into his knees. "I'm fine." He hoped it wouldn't come out chocked, but fate never seems to take him into account. Cú doesn't seem to notice. "Are you sure? Everyone is shaken up by Ritsuka’s injury. I thought you might take it worse than some other people." Of course. This is just Cú showing pity- "I know you were there when it happened. Those guys are tough as nails. All your focus was on the front or you, and Ritsuka would have been killed. You did your best, who knew that there was an assassin hiding in the woods? You did your absolute best, and that's all that matters." Another sob escapes from Diarmuid’s grasp. That gets Cú's attention. "Hey, are you crying?" Sh*t sh*t sh*t. "No... You're just imagining things." Diarmuid hugs himself a little closer, barley looking at Cú. He does manage to catch how Cú's expression softens. "You are, aren't you? Damn, I should have noticed it earlier."

The blue-haired lancer climbed up on the crate, perching himself right next to Diarmuid. He places a gentle hand on Diarmuid's back and Diarmuid can't choose between flinching away or leaning into the heat, so he freezes in place instead. Cú moves closer, closer, too close. If he wasn't focusing everything on not crying in front of his childhood crush he might have squealed. He doesn't know what would be worse, crying or squealing. "C'mon Diarmuid. It's okay, it's not your fault. Ritsuka is gonna be okay, they're strong." Diarmuid wants to believe him, to agree, instead, he turns his head away. Cú just gently turns his head towards him, a soft gracing the Ulster warriors features. "You know I'm always here for you right?" You know I'm always here for you right? That was all that was needed to break any defense Diarmuid could muster. His resolve crumbled to pieces in seconds. He started sobbing without remorse, choking from the power of an opened floodgate. Blood flowed freely from his eyes now. "Oh..." Diarmuid can feel himself being pulled into a hug, any thought of putting up resistance had vanished since long, instead, he complies and lets his head rest against Cú's chest.  His bloody tears stains every surface it touches, but the curly-haired lancer isn't in the right mind to notice. He cries and cries and cries, letting himself cry for all those times he hed it in, for his masters' betrayals and deaths, for everything and nothing, for the sake of crying. It's a strange feeling, pure relief washing over him. Cú sits there, whispering comforting words in Irish while stroking his back. The Child of Lights natural heat comforting for a lancer with skin so cold.

They sit there for what feels like hours, Diarmuid's sobs weakening to small hiccups. "You know, it's kinda cool how you cry blood." Diarmuid scoffs. "Yeah right." The blood on his face has dried, making two large streaks down to his chin. It almost looks like warpaint, nicely contrasted with skin paler than usual. The personal guard dog of Ulster simply smiles a toothy grin. "I'm serious! It looks cool, like your main character in one of those video games." The fae-raised child laughed at that. "You and I have seen very different video games." "Alright, a violent video game then. Happy?" Diarmuid nods. "Yeah. Thanks. And... I'm sorry, you really shouldn't have seen me in such a state. That was... not proper of me." Cú just shakes his head. "Nah, that's what friends are for. Besides, you looked like you needed that." Right, they're friends, Diarmuid smiles at that. "Right," he looks down on the blue lancer's shirt and chuckles, "I think I owe you a new shirt though." "Hm?" Cú looks down. Two big splotches of dried blood reside near the middle of Cú's chest. "Oh, that's nothing a good wash and some hydrogen peroxide can fix." The older of the pair climb down, motioning for the other to follow. "C'mon Dia, everyone is worried about you. Let's go back, I'll make you some honeyed toast." That got the other man's attention. He jumps down from the crate and lands next to Cú. "Pff- You do love that stuff." Diarmuid playfully jabs the other man. "Yeah, it's delicious, not that you would ever know, you refuse to try it." Cú begins to walk away, grabbing Diarmuid by the hand. "Well, I'll try it after my shirt is washed. Promise." Diarmuid suddenly laughs. "Hahaha! You realized that you made a promise to a fae right?" Said promise maker just turns back with a smile. "And I am in the habit of keeping my promises. Not going to break that one just yet."

"Hey..." Cú stops and turns towards Diarmuid. "Hm? What is it, Dia?" Diarmuid just smiled, the most sincere one the Ulster child has seen from the other. "Thank you for everything... Sétanta."

Cú Chulainn's brain shortcircuited that day.

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#DiarCu #DiaCu #long post #oneshot #Fate #Fate Grand Order #Sorry it's not very good ^^'

[razorblade180]

OC Test:Dilemma

Three scenarios will be presented and everyone will answer accordingly.

Question 1: Zombie apocalypse and you can only pick one companion. Who is it?

Yujin:Wow, wasn’t expecting that. One person huh? Are we talking World War Z zombies? If we are then I want Tenzen. Speed is everything with those freaks. Walking Dead zombies are a different story; probably may dad since he has a plan for everything.

Tenzen:So do these zombies still have their semblances? If so then I’m picking my dad. Dealing with that and grimm sounds annoying. Especially if Mrs. Ruby is a zombie. Then again, if I pick her then I really wouldn’t have to worry about grimm. Uhh can I change my answer hehe.

Jacquelyn:It pains me to only pick one but it would be Jael. Gravity is too good to pass up.

Jael:Mom has magic; it’s a no brainer.

Sienna:Jael obviously. Our mom’s magic would probably go to one of us and both of our parents would want us to live on.

Nicholas:There’s no choice that sounds perfect. My mom would be devastated about our losses which breaks my heart. Dad would feel responsible for everything and Summer..... *sigh*.........I’d pick her. Not just because we have good teamwork but I can’t really imagine life without her.

Summer:Nicholas for sure. I don’t want to lose him in my life.

Valerie:You said anyone? God of Light....

Everyone:What!?

Nicholas:That’s a power move.

Lucas:I know everyone is picking parents and friends for the most part so I thought I’d try something a little more out the box. However if I did then my mom since living in harsh environments was sort of her thing. Outside of family I’d pick Penny.

Everyone:Damnit!

Tenzen:We were thinking too small!

Girl:Hmmmmm *crosses her arms* If I wanted to be efficient then I’d pick Penny as well. Realistically though I’d grab my baby brother.

Everyone:You have a what!?

Yujin:Why isn’t he here!!!?

Girl:Not that’s it’s any of your business but he’s four. All of this is above him.

Question 2:You have to do volunteer work of your choosing. Where are you going?

Yujin:Beach clean up! There’s too much trash that ends up on them.

Tenzen:Physical therapy assistant. Between dancing and my dad I know a thing or two.

Jacquelyn:Anything with the environment. Honestly I should be doing that anyway with my powers.

Sienna:Helping at orphanages or help reintegrate kids that have gone through trauma back into society. Guess I want to give back since I’m an adopted kid myself.

Jael:Disaster relief. From civilians, refugees, soldiers, anyone really. I just want to help people.

Nicholas:Remedial classes for students having trouble or are troubled. No particular reason other than it’ll be a change of pace.

Summer:Children’s hospital. Smiles go a long way in there; trust me.

Valerie:Construction sounds good; something that’s laboring but helpful. Yeah, I think I’d do that.

Lucas:I’d be a tourist guide through things like hiking and jungles. Having two sets of ears and my semblance would make it hard for surprises to occur.

Girl:I-

Valerie:Will we ever know your name?

Girl:......I would do security for someone important. Famous or otherwise, even protective services.

Valerie:Fine, ignore me then....

Question 3: You have 24 hours to live. How do you spend it?

Everyone:.......

Yujin:This got sad really fast. One day left to live huh? *frowns* I....I want to be held close; by my mom.

Tenzen:Put on my biggest performance yet. Something that will go down in the history books and everyone will remember. After that if I had enough time then....just spend time close to everyone I love.

Jacquelyn:Morbid aren’t we? Actually I know exactly what I would do; return to my home village. Fitting I should die there all things considering. I bet room is still intact for the most part.

Sienna:*ears fold down* Cry.....I know it’s not poetic or brave but I don’t think I could properly deal with that situation.

Jael:Cut loose. Finally just unleash every emotion I had in full force for the first time in my life. Might actually die of heart attack before the time is up if I do that.

Nicholas:......*sits down*.......fight grimm. A cities worth of them. From lancers to leviathans. Not just to see how strong I actually was but to hopefully leave people in awe. A story to tell.

Summer:Not sure if I would have the courage to tell my family; causing pain is the last thing I want. Maybe....I’d just tell them I was going on a journey or something. Then just quietly disa-

Nicholas:I’d find you.

Summer:.....

Nicholas:Don’t know how but I would find you before time was over. I’m not letting you face that dread alone.

Summer...*hugs him and tears up*

Valerie:Spend half the day halving the best ever with my closest loved ones then hopefully be tired enough to sleep the rest. Watching the clock is the last thing I want to do.

Lucas:See as much as possible before the end. That probably won’t be a lot but it’s the best I got. Better than going without doing anything.

Girl:All of you are basically conceding defeat. Don’t know why I expected more from you all.

Yujin:Hey! What do you expect with a question like that?

Girl:I expected strength instead of tears. No way I’m wallowing in despair. In 24 hours I’d try to stop me from dying; I would stop it. The only person who decides my death day is me. I pity anyone else who thinks differently or tries to get in my way. Defy fate and keep moving forward. If you do less than that then you weren’t living in the first place.

Everyone:......

Valerie:Can I get that last part as a quote? Would love to know the name of the person who said it.

Girl:The name isn’t important. Just know the strongest person you ever met said it.

#rwby #yujin xiao long #lie tenzen #jacquelyn frost #sienna frost #jael frost #nicholas schnee #summer schnee #val valkyrie #lucas belladonna #my oc’s #oc test

[transjinako]

Sir Dagonet

So this is probably my post spur of the moment servant ever considering I just wrote her in the last like hour or something? Anyway hope yall like it

Shielder: Dagonet 

Alignment: Lawful Good

Parameters: 

Strength: C 

Agility: D+

Endurance: B 

Luck: A+

Mana: E

NP: ~

Traits: 

Madness Enhancement (Jester): The strength of this madness enhancement is odd. This doesn’t add anything to the owner’s parameters, and instead inflicts a curse to anyone around them, causing a degradation in reason and logic. To put it in more appropriate terms, it's the level of willingness to believe and do things one might see from someone randomly chosen on the spot for a reality show. 

Magic Resistance E

Skills: 

The Joker B: A special sort of instinct that allows Dagonet to evade, maneuver, and shenanigan her way out of most situations, raising her Luck Agility and Endurance Parameters. It also provides her with a surprisingly strong guts. 

Trickery A-: Dagonet is naturally attuned to pulling the wool over people’s eyes, which is pretty much one of the only things shes good for. This skill allows Dagonet to trick most any foe, through disguises and can even hide her parameters for different ones. The disguises are just as good as illusions, as Dagonet was able to pose as both Sir Lancelot and Mordred believably for the sake of a joke. The minus however, is that repeated use on a single target degrades the effect. 

Conflated Ego B-: Dagonet often times shows herself to be a brave and daring knight, despite the fact that she most certainly is not. This skill however, causes an effect where it is more believable that she is a heroic knight, even enhancing her parameters and looks. However, this skill relies on the fact that the target doesn’t know Dagonet and that the target would believe Dagonet’s lies. Against someone who does know, this is basically a dead skill. 

Noble Phantasm:

It was just a prank! 

Type: Anti Self 

Rank: E~EX

Description: This Noble Phantasm only works when Dagonet is in real trouble. And what does the cowardly jester do when she's in trouble, likely of her own doing? She calls for help of course! Upon activation, any number of the members of the round table will appear from 1 to each and everyone of them. It seems to work on a ‘they just had the time’ basis, or ‘they felt like it’. Dagonet serves as the catalyst for this summoning, which does mark down those knights abilities somewhat, however none of them lose their skill which could prove all that is needed. On top of that, there really is no fighting all the knights of the round table at once. 

Description of servant: 

Dagonet will at times appear as a gallant, almost generic looking knight because of her abilities, however in reality she is simply an armored jester, wearing bright and flamboyant clothing and a painted face. Though you have heard a lot about Dagonet being a coward and a faker and egotistical (which she is, by the way), she really isn’t a bad person. Her only real goal when summoned is to keep a smile on her master’s face, whether its by making herself look like a fool, running away with them with that battered, useless shield of hers. Shes useless and she knows it, so why not make someone smile before shes weeded out? 

Interactions with other servants: 

Artoria: Oh! My king, Arthur, how have you been?? You, you look really good! Ah…..ehe...sorry for staring, it's quite amazing for me to see a smile on your face. I suppose I’ll have to step up my game as Jester! 

Lancelot: *in a more queenly tone* Ah...Sir Lancelot….let me forget all my troubles, even this whole damned kingdom with you in that be- ACK! *normal voice* Ehe~ L-lancelot come on its was a joke, haven’t you moved on by now? Ahhh, arondight is drawn, I see you haven’t

Gawain: Dagonet~! Even your here! I would have thought you’d turn tail on some tail with how much it swings around here! Hm? Why am I calling Sir Gawain by my name? Pfft, read a book or something, Master. 

Mash: Uhh? Galahad…? Oh! You not Galahad, your but a precious potato! Hee~ Your blushing at that compliment? Between you and me, your already WAY better company than that chamber pot…

Tristan: Hm…..oooh….Oh! Sorry master, I’ve been watching Tristan, that guy...he got way more ridiculous when he came here, and I CANNOT fall behind, so I have been taking some Hilarious notes about his behavior…..d-don’t give me that look, comedy’s an art! I-I’m merely studying it. 

Merlin: Oh Merlin~ How about we ah, clown around some time la- DON’T RUN! Ahhh, what's NOT to like about Jesters, they’re perfectly sexy. Unlike damned clowns….

Gareth: Beaumains! How wonderful it is to see you! Hey, lets say we steal the busty kings Rhon’s and we have ourselves a little sparing match? Aw, of course you wouldn’t steal their weapon, your too much of a- because you wouldn’t need it to beat me!? Why, A-ALRIGHT FINE! I...I’ll GO GET IT AND THEN YOU’ll SEE!

Lancer Artorias: Those other kings confuse me, I swear, they’re much more like how I remembered my king, cold, brutal, powerful beyond measure, and yet with you they smile….and, well, are much more inclined to pat heads but thats besides the point. Whatever it is your doing, its good.

#Servant oc's

[dumdumdrawstumtums]

stupid ship ranting below because none of you were brave enough to tell me to shut the hell up LMAO

like the whole “master crushing on their big strong Servant” thing in Fate is all well and good to be sure, BUT CONSIDER... the exact opposite of that.

Give me Cu Chulainn taking a fancy to Shirou, and thinking how easy it’s gonna be to make this mortal swoon, because he’s an awesome demigod and has had everything given to him on a silver platter. But he didn’t account for one thing: Shirou’s a fckin moron.

Like.. just completely unaware of any attempts the lancer is throwing at him. In part possibly because of the cultural divide between them, considering Cu Chulainn hails from ancient Celtic times, where the practice of courting others might have been different enough for it to fly over the head of someone certainly not well-versed in the ways of romance. Like for one, the Celts were apparently way more lax on same-sex romantic involvements, so Cu’s kinda unaware of the taboo there. Not to mention the less-than-delicate physical affections he can display that might not be too appreciated..

And then I reckon that his way of wooing would involve showing how impossibly impressive he is, so in battle and shit he’s pulling stunts like this

Look at that. Completely needless baton twirling bs with the sole purpose of getting the point across of “Look how good I am. Doesn’t this amaze you?? ;) ” But then Shirou is like “?? Why are you wasting time spinning your lance around YOU’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT???” And Cu’s just “...... okay.”

SO.. the weapon prowess might not’ve been as successful as he’d anticipated BUT he’s got something else up his sleeve! He’s apparently a wiz at making gifts too. Like just look at his VDay gift in FGO:

So he’s now showing that hey, not only is he a beast in battle, but he’s ALSO a highly skilled craftsman! Back in his home time being a master of multiple trades would probably be damn enviable, and he’s putting his skills to use just for his master here! THIS will certainly do the trick. And then he gives Shirou this gift and his response is “Oh, uh... thanks??” Like Shirou’s grateful for this friendly gesture, but it came out of nowhere and he might be a little more concerned with the whole ‘being thrown into this highly deadly Holy Grail War he’s only now learning about while in the fray’ thing.

Just crap like this keeps happening and nothing Cu’s doing is working and it gets to the lancer bad. Like, he’s just left thinking “I am a legendary hero of Celtic mythology. Child of Light. Perfect at damn near everything I have a go at. I’ve had hundreds of lovers. A queen of enemy forces has thirsted bad for me. A goddamn warrior goddess even hit on me! And you’re telling me that now I can’t romance ONE (1) DUMBASS???”

It might be at that point that he starts looking into how things are done in today’s society, like the whole “fine we’ll play things your way.” Like it’s just cute and hilarious to picture this endlessly confident warrior hero being reduced to reading shoujo manga in a bookstore as research. And I don’t know when or how it FINALLY clicks (might involve bellies heckIdunno) but I am endlessly amused by it all ending with being a matter of

Shirou: Wait, did you just flirt with me?

Cu Chulainn: Have been for this entire War but thanks for noticing.

#quiet dumdum #no for real stfu dumdum #this has nothing to do with belly kink #.. it was too long a ramble for twitter so EH #yes this is more rarepair nonsense

[chaldeluxe]

BRADAMANTE BATTLE / MY ROOM LINES.

BATTLE START:

1. Bradamante will do this righteously! 2. In the name of our Great King Charlemagne, I'll punish you!

SKILL:

1. Join together, O Light! 2. Plenty of energy!

COMMAND CARD SELECTION: 

1. Right! 2. D'accord! 3. Leave it to me!

NOBLE PHANTASM SELECTION:

Mon joer!

ATTACK:

1. Take that! 2. Teeeyah! 3. Tooouh!

EXTRA ATTACK:

Uuoooh! O Light!

NOBLE PHANTASM:

1. O Light, grow into a mighty spiral! I'm going ahead with all my might! Bouclier d'Atlante! 2. Spirals interlacing! With all my heart and my soul! Bouclier d'Atlante!

DAMAGED:

1. Uwaaaaahh! 2. Ahhhh!

DEFEATED: 

1. I failed..... I'm sorry..... Master.... 2. Being tough was, supposed to be my selling point....

VICTORY:

1. A paladin won't be beat! Only victory lies ahead! 2. I won, Master!

LEVEL UP:

I'm overflowing with energy!

ASCENSION: 

1. I put on a surcoat. It feels like my defensive power's increasing, Master! 2. My Saint Graph's been enhanced! Now I'll be able to help you even more! 3. I'm fully armed! Don't worry. Whatever seems uncovered is actually wrapped in a cloak of magical energy. That's what I mean by armor. Now, let's go! 4. Uhm... are you sure that was a good idea? To spend all your resources on someone like me... no, no! Bradamante will do absolutely all that she can to meet your expectations. I'm looking forward to working with you more, Master.

BOND: 

1. I was summoned into the Lancer class, but... I don't actually have a spear-related Noble Phantasm. I'm so sorry! My Noble Phantasm is this shield, yes. This magical shield that collects light. A rather wicked magus once used it to gather darkness, but Merlin-sama purified it for me after he was defeated. 2. I have other Noble Phantasms, you know. Take this ring, for example. It doesn't look like a glove, usually... as one of Great King Charlemagne's Twelve Brave Paladins, it once bestowed upon me much power.  It's a very precious ring that I received from a certain princess. 3. Being summoned into another class... ? Let's see. In my case, it's possible to summon me as a Rider class Servant. Have you heard of the hippogriff? I'm able to soar through the skies on top of such a lovely phantasmal beast! Mmhm! ... though not being able to call on one in this Saint Graph feels a bit lonely. 4. I'm one of the Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne, but... heheheh. I was also escorted by the legendary magus, Merlin-sama! Really! In fact, on one of my journeys in the past, Merlin-sama's priestess... Merlin: You haven't changed a bit, Bradamante. Right now I'm speaking to you from the heart. It's been a long time... Bradamante: Eh?! Eh, what?! Did you just hear something just now?! 5. In the past, I was a paladin who chased after my love, Ruggiero. It was a long and arduous journey. And that's why, even now as a Heroic Spirit, I feel that I can continue on. As long as I remain myself, there are things I must pursue... and even if we never meet again, I'll still chase after him. .... but, rest assured, Master! My duty as a paladin comes before all that. I'll give it my all to take back our world! Merlin: That's how it should be. Right now I'm speaking to you from the heart. Yes, that's right. It's Merlin. Bradamante: Eh?! Merlin-sama!?

CONVERSATION:

1. Let's go, Master! Chivalry's all about diligent training! 2. Use me as you see fit, Master. I, Bradamante, will be of service to you in any way I can! Ahem! For instance, I'm really good at finding things! Is there anything you've lost? 3. You're quite different from a King, aren't you? While that's not really something I'm used to or get.... well, being able to serve you in your ways feels a bit nostalgic.  4. Hey, Acchan.  Isn't that my hippogriff... ? ... hey, hey! I'm talking to you! [ Astolfo ] 5. T-The Knights of the Round... King Arthur's famous entourage... incredible! This is just incredible, Master! [ KOTR ] 6. Me... Me-Me-Merlin-sama! The man himself?! To think I'd be able to greet you in the present-day... Bradamante's absolutely touched! But, uhm... how did you leave the tower... ? [ Merlin ] 7. It's the legendary hero, Hector-sama! My and Ruggiero's ancestor! Ooough.... ! Ahh, uhm! It's an honor to meet you! [ Hector ] 8. The Holy Blade of the King of Knights... King Arthur?! What is such an infamous man doing... ?! Ahh.... I really want his autograph! [ King Arthur-types ]

LIKES:

Is Ruggiero not here? Ah, Master! Actually, I just thought of something... the white beast that has a similar aura to Merlin-sama, Fou-kun. Could it possibly be... Ruggiero's reincarnated form?!

HATES:

I don't care much for magi. And when I say that I mean the ones who generally seem cold, ill-tempered, or are always plotting something dreadful. .... ahh, but you're different, Master! I can feel the aura of the legendary grand magus, the famed "Magus of Flowers" Merlin-sama coming from you! If you're Merlin-sama's relative, then... right! There’s nothing to fear!

HOLY GRAIL:

By Holy Grail, you mean the chalice that King Arthur once sought after. I heard it was a sacred object.

EVENT:

Bradamante won't give up at anything! Let's go full speed ahead! ... an event? I'll go at maximum!

BIRTHDAY:

Happy Birthday! I'll do my best to make you a cake! Eh? It's quite all right! Now that you mention it, it's my first time doing so, but. It's no problem! I won't stop until it's absolutely delicious!

#fgo translation #fgo #servant: bradamante #bradamante

[bladeoftruths]

Fate/stay night [Heaven’s Feel] 1. presage flower - Ren’s review

Alright, it’s been a long time since I reviewed an anime, let alone an anime movie, but dang, this movie is the sole reason I got into fate series. I even get to invest myself into Unlimited Blade Works (the ufotable one, I aint gonna touch the DEEN version ever], Fate/Zero and even tried the visual novel just for the sake of gaining the full main Fate experience.

Without further ado, everything is under the cut for viewing pleasure. 

For starters, Heaven’s Feel (HF for short) route is preferably enjoyed if you played the visual novel firsthand, especially after you completed Fate (Saber’s route) and Unlimited Blade Works (Rin’s route, I’m gonna call this route UBW for short). Because this route carries a bunch of stuff from the previous two routes. If you start from this route, it’ll leave you confused. Like, really. 

Also, the visual novel has stuff that the anime adaptation left out but if you’re not the person to spend hours and hours playing visual novel, then you’re only left with the OG Fate/stay night anime (the 2006 DEEN version, adapted Fate route btw) and the UBW anime by ufotable (came out in 2014). I personally haven’t seen the 2006 F/sn anime bcos I heard bad stuff coming from the original adaptation (cough cough). On the other hand, the UBW is quite good (bless ufotable for their splendid direction, but I’ll save my praises for this studio below) and I personally like it because of Shirou and Rin >:3c

Anyways, onto the main point. 

Story [10/10] - Not trying to be biased just because this route is my favourite story-wise, but I love where the story is heading. I like how the director, Tomonori Sudou, change some parts of the story to make the beginning of the route less boring contrary to the VN. 

The temple attack, where originally in the VN, Shirou and Saber heads there to investigate only to find Team Caster wiped out was removed to give a more unsettling feeling.

The ‘wet dreams’ scene, I must say, it’s very ‘interesting’ in its own way. Without adding the explicit scenes, they are able to execute the scene in an ‘interesting’ way. I honestly prefer this version compared to the censored version and the explicit version in the VN (I just replayed this route for the good ending with the H-mod on and I honestly cannot stop laughing bcos of how unconfortable this scene is, even though it was a scene involving Rin XD).

I also love how the movie begins with how Shirou and Shinji’s friendship got ruined, and how Sakura met Shirou. It’s a nice touch to see how things begin. And the scenes involving Shinji and Shirou fighting makes it feel so heartbreaking. Also, I love how the movie adaptation really makes the story feel like it revolves around Shirou and Sakura.

I also love how the story concluded with a bittersweet cliffhanger; Shirou returned injured and Saber disappeared, brief scene of Rin looking terrified as she discovers the underground room at the Matou residence, Shinji prepping up for that certain scene in the next part, and Illya bracing up for her next move.

Art [10/10] - Ahh yes, more praise for Director Sudou, who’s also in charge of the character designs. I like how smooth the artwork is, and bonus points for ripped Shirou bcos, heck yeah, he is ripped (the VNs, though inconsistent when it comes to him, but there are scenes where they reveal a peek on his ripped body >:3c), contrary to the UBW adaptation where they make him look slightly lean but fit.

Also, Sakura is so lovely here (fun fact: she’s the director’s best girl), and Rin, contrary to UBW, she looks more cool and less-dorky to set her aside from being the main girl (but she’s still the core cast of the series). 

I like how some of the gritty scenes were made even more gritty here to reflect how dark this route is. Like, they show all the thrown out organs and stuff and reveal them like no tomorrow. I’m not a fan of gore but hey, can I say it’s ‘cool’?

Animation [10/10] - Hoo boy, where do I begin? I have too many praises for ufotable, send help.

Smooth animation, epic VFX and compositing, improved photorealistic lighting and utilizing 3D into 2D animation. Dang, can I apply an internship here?

I’m really a sucker for all this cool cheese. The battle scenes’ animation are especially stellar, as always from ufotable. I cannot say anything much beyond this. Also, some of the daily life scenes, like the part where Sakura was cutting vegetables, it was smoothly animated. I can see that they’re really working hard on.

I can praise a thousand times to Ufotable Digital Team for improving their VFX and compositing. This is my absolute favourite thing about this studio. I can see how much they improved ever since they worked on UBW anime. I’ve seen a few clips of Tales of Zestiria the X and Katsugeki Touken Ranbu and dang, they’re really showing it here at long last.

Anyways, I want to praise them for the Lancer VS True Assassin scene. I like how they integrate 3D for the backgrounds and camera with the 2D animation for the fight scenes. It was really cool.

Music [10/10] - I don’t usually concentrate much on the music while I’m watching it, but when I listen to the OST first hand, I can really feel it.

Yuki Kajiura did a great job setting the mood for each scenes. Some of the melancholic scenes makes it feel so heartbreaking, and the last scene almost made me cry because of the music. I hope she returns for composing Part 2 because recently, she left her agent. The ending theme, which was sung by Aimer is quite nice. I like how some of the tracks for the movie were a remix from the theme itself. I’ve loved her songs since I listened to ‘Rokutousei no Yoru’ (no. 6′s ED theme) and this one is among her best of recently, after Brave Shine (UBW anime’s 2nd OP theme).

PS: Somehow I want Kalafina to sing the next movie’s ending theme but we’ll see. (given the recent news that one of their members left the group...)

Overall, my verdict is:

10/10

As a fan of this route, it was a great adaptation so far. I really like where this route is going, and I really can’t wait for Part 2, which will be even more interesting as that part will focus even more secrets of Sakura. I ain’t spoiling what they are but you’ll just see it for yourself.

Alright, I guess that’s it for my review. See you in Part 2 - Lost Butterfly (next year, bcos I doubt it’ll be screened here)

#fate series #fate/stay night #ren reviews stuff

[fire-emblem-heroes-supports]

Summoner/Felicia C-S Support

Written by @drizzled-wind

C SUPPORT

(y/n): Let’s see… If I place the lancer here, then they can tank the sword unit, letting the green mage live…

Felicia: Hello, (y/n)! You’re working awfully hard today!

(y/n): Huh? Sorry, I lost track of time. Is the meeting still going on?

Felicia: Nope, it ended a few minutes ago! But I thought I’d bring you some tea, since you’re so focused.

(y/n): Thanks, Felicia, I appreciate it. *sip*

Felicia: (y/n), are you okay? You look kind of pale…

(y/n): *cough*…I-I’m fine. Um, who made this tea?

Felicia: I did! Everyone else was busy, so I tried my best. Is it alright?

(y/n): Oh, totally. It’s the best I’ve ever had, actually. Haha…

Felicia: That’s great! I’m so happy I was able to help. It’s always nice to feel like I’m pulling my weight.

(y/n): Don’t worry, Felicia. Every hero here matters.

Felicia: Still, I like carrying on my maid duties here! Is there anything else I can help you with? More tea? Or I could do laundry? Here, I’ll take your- Ahh!

(y/n): Woah!

Felicia: Oh, (y/n), I’m so sorry! I got tea all over your beautiful cloak!

(y/n): Don’t worry, Felicia, the third degree burn probably won’t kill me. But, uh, I’ve gotta go. Alfonse wanted me in another meeting and I’m pretty sure I’m late.

Felicia: A-alright. Could I make it up to you later?

(y/n): You don’t have to. But if you insist, we can meet later. Sorry, but I’ve got to run.

Felicia: Oh, okay. Bye, (y/n)!

[(y/n) and Felicia have reached support rank C.]

B SUPPORT

Felicia: Hmm, (y/n) said to meet around here…

(y/n): Hey, Felicia.

Felicia: Waah!

(y/n): Careful! Here, let’s sit down over here.

Felicia: Thanks, (y/n)… Sorry for tripping again.

(y/n): It’s no problem. So, what were you saying the other day? I’m sorry I had to leave you hanging then, but it’s been pretty busy around here lately.

Felicia: That’s what I wanted to talk to you about! Since I got summoned, I haven’t had to perform any of my usual jobs, and I think I’m getting kind of lazy. I want to help you, so how about I be your maid?

(y/n): Felicia, there’s no way I could accept that. In my world, only rich people have maids. I’m nowhere near qualified. Besides, I don’t have anything to pay you with.

Felicia: Pay? Maids don’t get paid. Besides, (y/n), I’m the one offering! You’re qualified in all of our eyes, and I want to do my part!

(y/n): Hmm. Let’s make a deal. You can be a maid if you want, but as soon as you feel tired or frustrated, stop. I’ll participate as well, since I can’t force you to work for me in good conscience. I’m still hesitant about this as it is…

Felicia: Don’t worry, (y/n)! Being a maid is what I do!

(y/n): If you’re sure.

Felicia: Yay! Alright, what do you want to work on?

(y/n): Um. We could do the cooking for the barracks today.

Felicia: Sounds good!

[…]

(y/n): …

Felicia: What’s wrong, (y/n)?

(y/n): This soup is certainly… flavourful. What did you put in it?

Felicia: I couldn’t remember all the ingredients, so I just sprinkled a few other things in there. I hope that’s alright…

(y/n): It’s different, that’s for sure. I guess we should serve it, since we don’t want to waste food.

Felicia: Look at us, cooking buddies! I’m glad you’re with me, (y/n). It makes this so much fun!

(y/n): Heh. I suppose it is kind of fun.

Felicia: I’ll carry the pot to the mess hall! Woah, it’s heavy…

(y/n): W-wait, Felicia, no!

[(y/n) and Felicia have reached support rank B.]

A SUPPORT

Felicia: Time to carry these to the sink!

(y/n): Woah, Felicia! Don’t try to carry that many plates at once! I don’t think we have the gold to buy more again…

Felicia: I’m alright, (y/n)! I just need to keep my balance…

(y/n): Here, let me take some of these. We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.

Felicia: Ah, thanks…

(y/n): There we go, safe and sound. Thanks for bringing the dishes back, Felicia.

Felicia: Hey, (y/n)?

(y/n): Hmm? What’s up?

Felicia: I’m just thinking…

(y/n): Tell me what’s on your mind. Maybe I can help.

Felicia: Well…alright. Why do you tolerate me blundering around you all the time, even if you know I’m going to mess up? I’m not elegant or anything. I’m nothing but a nuisance to you. If my sister were here, you’d replace me with her in a heartbeat. She’s a much better maid.

(y/n): …Whether that’s true or not, I would never replace you like some object. Sure, you may trip while carrying a cup of tea, but that doesn’t make you any less of a person.

Felicia: But I’m useless at doing my only job…

(y/n): Being a maid is not your primary job anymore, Felicia. Now, you’re a Hero of Askr, summoned by me to fight bravely in the war with Embla. You’re not defined by your mistakes. You’re defined by your heart.

Felicia: My heart?

(y/n): Just look at everything you do. You brought these dishes back because you knew most of the soldiers eating here just came from a difficult battle, and couldn’t muster the strength to do it themselves.

Felicia: !

(y/n): Even though you spilt it, you offered to bring the pot of soup to the mess hall because you saw that I was too fatigued from heavy training that day to lift it. You volunteered to wash my cloak because you saw how many days I had gone without sleep, and it was your way of telling me to take a break. You’re pure of heart, Felicia, and that’s all that matters to me.

Felicia: (y/n)… Helping people is the most important thing for me. I…woah!

(y/n): Careful!

Felicia: Ah, thanks for catching me… I’m really happy, (y/n). Thank you for everything!

(y/n): No need to worry, Felicia. I will forever appreciate you for everything you do.

[(y/n) and Felicia have reached support rank A.]

S SUPPORT

(y/n): Hmm. I wonder if Felicia is around. I have something nice to tell her.

Felicia: Hey! (y/n)!

(y/n): There you are! I have some really good news for you.

Felicia: Really? What is it?

(y/n): Everyone has been telling me how much you’ve improved. They’re saying that you’re more deadly on the battlefield and more precise in the kitchen. I’m really proud of you.

Felicia: Ah! They’re saying that? I’m so embarrassed…

(y/n): Don’t be. You deserve the praise. You’re the most hardworking person I’ve ever met.

Felicia: Th-thanks, (y/n). Um…can I tell you something?

(y/n): Sure, anything.

Felicia: Well, you’ve been a constant source of inspiration to me since I came here. Every day, I looked up to you and aspired to be as hardworking as you.

(y/n): Felicia…

Felicia: Even when I messed up, I thought about you comforting me and saying it was alright, and I drew my strength from that. (y/n), you’re so important to me.

(y/n): You’re important to me too, Felicia.

Felicia: Th-then…would you do me the honour of accepting this?

(y/n): What a pretty box - all decorated with snowflakes.

Felicia: Since I’m from the Ice Tribe and all, haha…

(y/n): Oh, a ring! It’s beautiful, Felicia. Does that mean you’re asking..?

Felicia: Yes! I love you, (y/n)! I love you so much! You’re always so supportive of me and I love you for it.

(y/n): I love you too, Felicia. You always know when I’m tired, and you always take care of me out of the kindness of your heart.

Felicia: I’m so happy! I’ll love you forever!

(y/n): And always.

[(y/n) and Felicia have reached support rank S.]

Confession quote:

Felicia: You are the one who sees through my faults and loves me for who I am. Even the ice of my tribe couldn’t melt my love for you!

#fire emblem fates #male and female heroes #felicia #summoner #summoner x felicia #felicia x summoner #submission #'the third degree burn probably won’t kill me' omg xD

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Support C

[BACKGROUND MUSIC]

Marth: Chrom a moment, please.

Chrom: Ah, Marth. Yes, of course. What can I help?

Marth:…Are you aware of how…It is not my place to say but you do worry me.

Chrom: A-apologies, I…uh not following, sir.

Marth: The last battle, Chrom. Did you have to jump and attack that wyvern rider? You could have been injured for Naga’s sake.

Chrom: …

Marth: *sigh* I am not mad at you but please watch out for yourself as well.

Chrom: I..could not see them cornering you like that. I had to make a quick decision.

Marth:….pft..haha

Chrom: M-Marth?

Marth: You really do remind me of King Anri.

Chrom: In…recklessness? 

Marth: No…Yes, that and being brave.

Chrom: You honor me with these words…but I–

Marth: It is true. Little who can think and act like you did. You saved me.

Chrom: I simply did what I felt was right.

Marth: Still, you need to be careful Chrom. 

Chrom: Alright.

–

Support B

[BACKGROUND MUSIC]

Chrom: Marth..

Marth:…Y-yes?

Chrom: You know what I am about to say, right?

Marth:…I..I believe so.

Chrom: and you reproached me the other day for being reckless.

Marth: True…However, in my defense, that lancer was about to harm you.

Chrom:…Heh, I guess I owe you now.

Marth: Not at all, we are even now. In fact, there is no such a thing between friends, am I wrong? 

Chrom: Heh, you are right. 

–

Support A

[BACKGROUND MUSIC]

Chrom:….

Marth: Chrom?

Chrom: …

Marth: Chrom!

Chrom: ! H-hello, did not see you there. 

Marth: Of course, you did not. You were spacing more than usual. Is something wrong?

Chrom:….well….I’ve been thinking. 

Marth: Yes?

Chrom: Will my descendants carry on our legacy or not. Surely, you have felt that …someday.

Marth: Ah..I see.

Marth: Chrom, can you tell what I am about to do?

Chrom: Hu–*gently flick his forehead* ouch! H-hey! What’s that for?

Marth: Hehe, apologies, had to demonstrate, but yes. You did not foresee it even though you are this close to me, did you? 

Chrom: I would…maybe if you gave me time…but..

Marth: But…?

Chrom: I get what you are going with. It’s just…

Marth: You worry too much. Heh, I do too but look at you.

Chrom: Me?

Marth: Yes. I did what I had to do, back in my time and the results are what you call ‘The Hero-King’, the title you and everyone gave me and I carry it with pride. All my efforts were for someone like you to carry on my beliefs and story.

Chrom: …..

Marth: I won’t lie but I was worried. I was worried that whatever I did won’t reach someone–mind you, not fame like. I wished that someone would learn from my mistakes and continue to pave the way for someone else and so forth.

Chrom:….So, you are saying I should do what I believe in and …leave my mark for someone else to learn from it.

Marth: In short, yes.

Chrom: I see.

Marth: You have known that, Chrom. It is often sometimes people like us, needed to be reminded that they are just humans.   

Chrom: Thank you, Marth.

Marth: Heh, not at all. It was my pleasure.

Chrom: I feel…lighter. 

Marth: Hehe, glad to be of help.

Chrom: And hungry…care for some bear meat?

Marth: You recovered fast….heh I suppose I would like some.

#thelodestar #⚔supports log.⚔ (new bonds) #⚔answer.⚔ (final answer) #//yeelllls i hope this is.....good.....sweats... #//sorry it is late!

[annathetrickster]

Hey, I've been thinking of building a Valter for a flier team (since I don't have any lance fliers currently cuz they've been foddered) and just wondering how would this build sound. Cursed lance, reposition, moonbow, undecided A-slot, desperation, goad fliers, brash assault seal. Maybe it could give him a niche of being a brave lancer once he's below 50% hp that lets him fire off a moonbow during every engagement thanks to cursed lance's -1 CD. What do you think? Thanks in advance!

if you give him a brave lance the desperation assault build would work, but he can only quad attack with a brave lance. otherwise brash assault will only help him x2 regardless of speed, and his speed is actually decent so there’s no real need.

i’d keep the same build you suggested but use darting blow in slot A, bonfire for special, and run any other seal like atk +, speed +. bonfire becomes a 2 turn special thanks to cursed lance so it gives him more power than 1 turn moonbow. with flier buffs + cursed lance this build works just fine. the only thing better than his default darting blow would be LD3, and not by much.

#ask me things #fire emblem heroes #iamsupport

[afterthelastreset]

Rules of one’s soul p2

It was a miracle. It was a d*mmed miracle barely anyone saw the scrunched up, sobbing mess of the Duke of Puzzles surrounded by Heart attacks from a certain insane jester. Only the night guard wondering the halls had seen. Curious by the noise of the elevator being used. The same second he saw the duke, he was threatened to be put on 'feeding Jevil' duty if he said a word of what he saw to anyone. Terrified him enough to keep his mouth shut at least. The rest of that awful night was a blur as he couldn't remember stumbling back to his room or managing to even fall asleep with the loud storm or the lingering mixed emotions from the encounter he had less than a minute ago, but he chalked that up to being too emotionally drained from that. He woke up still groggy in the morning, and wouldn't have gotten up if it weren't for the fact that the King would've been displeased and no one wanted to displease his highness for fear of his anger. And because Lancer needed someone..... The next few days fell into a similar routine of getting up, putting up a fake smile, and just doing anything but go near that elevator or trying to remember that night. He busied himself with his noble duties of puzzle making and being what Lancer put into terms a 'Lesser Dad'. Or in his own terms, a permanent royal caretaker. Which was basically what he was being told to do anyways, so no real loss. He really didn't mind. He could use the distraction. Honestly he didn't know how much time had passed. Days, weeks, a month or two maybe? Didn't matter. As long as he didn't see that thing ever again he was totally fine. He had a hard enough time dealing with the anxiety and empty feelings that came with the memories. Made him constantly want to vomit. About maybe a year had passed since the incident and it was slowly starting to get better. He didn't improve on puzzles but he made an upgrade to the control crown that seemed useful. Until the fateful day the lightners fell down. That was a day he truly wished he didn't see the king's anger. But thing's turned out much for the better it seemed. 'King' Lancer was much more friendlier and trustworthy than his father though there was still work needed to be done. It was when he announced releasing all prisoners prior to his father's downfall, that the real melt down started. The possibility of Jevil running around?? Free?! Where that lunatic could attack him-....anyone at any given moment and spread his insanity like a plague?!?! All the feelings of unwanted belonging, sickness, and that kiss- if he could even call it that- all came rushing back at ounce and he nearly passed out from all the overwhelming thoughts alone. By god he tried as nicely as he could explain to the child that releasing the kings and many common folk were fine, but the Jester would be too mean to let out...... It didn't work. The overwhelming feeling of dread filled him the very day the other kings were released and slowly everyone were reinstated back to their positions as Kings, servents, civilians, guards, etc. While all of this was going on, the spooked duke didn't see any trace of that menace or hear any of that wicked laugh or gibberish wording. Lots had noticed the Duke's strange behaviors, and only Lancer had a mind to talk- The child came bounding up to him, tugging on his pants leg to get his attention. "Hey, Lesser Dad. You aren't looking too hot. Are you sick or something?" A flinch. The Duke brought another strained smile to his face and gave the boy the calmest look he could muster. "O-Of course, mine littlest worm. W-What ever gave thou that silly thought?" He cocked his head to the side and gave an obvious confused look. "Well, you're acting really weird. Like, when Dad used to yell. Are you sure you're ok?" "Ahahaha. No need to worry about-t mineself. Thy King should just tend towards his d-duties and thine subjects." "Ok...If you're sure-?" "I am! Don't worry non. Eh..." His eyes glazed off to the side for a moment as if uncertain about something, before looking back to the child. "B-But on a curious notion......have thee seen thine foolish inmate a-around lately?" Lancer tilted his head further with a blep, not exactly sure what he was talking about for a moment, before realization flashed across his face. "Oh, you mean Uncle Jevil??" He flinched at the name, but Lancer didn't seem to notice. "Someone unlocked his cell, but he won't come out...But he still eats stuff." "Well, we cannot simply force thee to cometh out if he doesn't wanteth too, can we? Ahe....W-Will thou excuse me?" Carefully prying the hands of the child off him, he turned and began to walk away- "Where are you going?" He looked over his shoulder for just a brief moment, "I just need to makest sureth of something. G-Go on back to doinge what thou waseth attending too." "Oh...Ok, Dad." He watched as Rouxls quickly made his exit towards the other side of the throne room and out one of the giant doors. What was going on with his Lesser Dad? A few days had passed since the incident and he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not. On one hand, the lunatic hadn't even left his cell even though it's open, which was good. On the other hand, the stupid cell door was wide open and he could get out at any given moment, which was unacceptable! His own fears escalated by one thousand when Lancer said the words 'Uncle Jevil'. How-.....WHEN did that come to be?! When did Lancer even have time to even sneak down there let alone give that menace the title of Uncle?! Where did he go wrong!? Luckily, Lancer was too busy with his new duties as King to even worry about Jevil. For the moment at least. But the sensation of knowing the innocent child could be easily influenced by him, and get hurt in the process.....He tried not to think too much about it or let his emotions cloud his trust in Lancer's new abilities as King but it all came to a head when one afternoon the child rammed headfirst into his leg when exiting the kitchen. The small child landed on his rump with a thud and a metal plate clattered against the ground, sending food all over the ounce clean floors. "Lancer! Watch'est where thou runeths off too," he said scolding the round child, "What would thine people think if they seest their king running into things with food in his hands?" "Sorry, Rouxls." He quickly got up to give the much taller man a hug around the leg before swiftly turning back around to pick up the scattered dark candies. Rouxls rose a brow at all the sweets and sighed. "Lancer, you shouldn't eat so much junk food this early into the day. Tis most unbecoming of a king." "Oh. They're not for me." "Then whom art thou-?" "Uncle Jevil likes sweet things. He really seems to like dark candy from Mr. Seam's shop, so he's gotta like these." Rouxls froze. He suddenly felt his body nagging him and the familiar rock feeling in his stomach fly back at lightning speed. He swore he would've fell over if his body wasn't frozen in utter horror at the moment. Lancer, not noticing his father's sudden silence continued- "I haven't seen anyone take him food in a while. They say they're too scared of him attacking them, which is weird if you ask me. So I'm going to make sure he's fe-" "NO!"  The sudden shout startled them both as Lancer flinched back up to meet the melting man's frozen posture. Thinking quickly, Rouxls smiled that strained grin of his and gave a small chuckle, a habit he inherited to mask stress or emotions the King wouldn't be pleased with. Old habits died hard as they say. Lancer was still staring up at him in disbelief before asking- "N-No?....Why not?" "I- Um- He-......Y-You can't go down there?!" "Why not?" "I-...Because it's..." He could feel the slimy sweat start to run down his face, he had to think quickly if he wanted to keep the child from becoming suspicious. "B-Because thou cannot just s-simply leave thine's position as king now, can thee? W-What if there's an emergency that requires thou's attention? Being king means you have to take a lot more responsibility now." "Oh. That's a good point. I don't want to miss anything." Rouxls sighed in relief at the notion he wouldn't go- The sickeningly sweet smell of the star shaped candy hit him before Lancer thrusted most of the picked up candies at him with a toothy grin with his tongue sticking out. "Then you can do it instead!" .....What? "What?! L-Lancer, you can't be serious? Art thou?" The young spade held up his paws again. "Yeah! You help me with lots of things, and no one else will do it, but you're really brave Lesser Dad!"  His tiny tail wagged behind him. "If you can talk to Ex-King Dad then you can feed Uncle Jevil!! He's not scary anyways, he's actually really fun!!" "B-B-But-.....Ahehe. L-Lancer, doth thou know that a king needs his royal advisor? I-I won't do it when you-" "Lesser Dad, who's king?" He sighed. "Thou art king. But I-" "Then as King Lancer, I order you to feed the Royal Fun Uncle!"  "Lancer, I shouldn't-" "Follow the rules, Lesser Dad." He stared down at the blepping child for a while opening and closing his mouth like a fish. There was no loophole around this, and he must follow the kings given out by his liege.....No matter how young they were or how terrorfying it was. So sucking a deep breath and ignoring the flair up of dread in his stomach, he made a graceful bow before hissing- "Of course, Mine Majesty. I'll be sureth thine jeaster gets nourishment- OOF!!" The sounds of candies scattered against the floor as his body was tackled by the happy spade child in a hug. Rouxls fell onto his rump just as the energetic spade let go and hopped off. "Thanks, Lesser Dad!," he happily shouted over his shoulder before running off, "I have new king stuff to do before bad stuff happens!" The taller man watched the round child bound off down the hallway and around the corner before disappearing. Leaving him sitting there on the cold stone floor surrounded by scattered dark candies. The sinking feeling in his stomach got heavier. He would have to go bad down there and feed the touched starved lunatic. He just hoped that he wasn't on the menu. ====================================================================== BING!! He flinched hard at the soft ding of the doors as they slowly opened to show the stone steps leading into the dark abyss below. The Duke remained routed to the spot staring straight down into the unholy darkness, faintly making out the outline of the bars and stairway thanks to the few torches lit up on the walls. But no yellow eyes looked up at him. No insane laughter echoed off the walls. Nothing. He cautiously leaned out and took a good look around the entrance -he wasn't about to let that maniac spring out on him again- and nervously ran his eyes over the cold stone walls with what light was available to him. Nothing. His body slowly began to melt from the added pressure that the small imp could literally be anywhere in this mess, the emotions of fear and anxiety bubbled up, and the urge to just leave was very strong. But he couldn't. He couldn't ignore the rules to follow when it came to his majesty's orders. He'll just leave the food by the door and run. Yeah that'll work. His body trembled as he slowly took a step forward, and placed it on the first step. Nothing. A small bubble of relief came over him. So taking a deep breath, he slowly placed one foot after another and descended the stairs, the sounds of his footsteps echoing off the walls. A strange feeling nagged him closer to the bars as he lowered into darkness, heartbeat increasing. He ignored that heartbeats and feelings that twisted in his gut and just kept going. When he had gotten to the bottom of the stairs he stopped. He stared silently ahead. Frozen. Silence echoed throughout the cell with the only sounds being the drips from the ceiling and his heavy breathing. He could see the many plates of food that was left there, most likely by a guard in a hurry to get the task done and get out of there, they were all indeed empty which meant two things. Jevil never really left, or they had a rabbick infestation in the lower half of the dungeons. Either way, it was terrible to him, and something that needed to be done. He'd just get it over with. He slowly turned his head over to where the cell door was, to Rouxls horror it was wide open for the world to see. He took a moment just staring at the open doorway with mixed emotions....before starting towards it. He could just leave Lancer's gift right where the other's left the food, but....I don't know. Something just compelled him towards the opening. Like a moth to a flame. It was probably just his parental instincts telling him to make sure, for Lancer's sake, but.....There was something else. The nagging feeling and tugging his soul received everytime he even remotely thought of the dungeon or Jevil. He just needed to look to make them go away. And the only way to do that was too look. If Jevil wasn't in there, then he had a big problem. The cell door was a little smaller than he anticipated which caused Rouxls to bow down in order to go through, but it didn't shake his feeling of dread whatsoever. And all too soon he found himself just standing a few steps away from the entrance staring out at the surrounding darkness. It was so dark he couldn't tell where the back wall was, it was certainly dark enough to hide a person yet it seemed completely empty. There wasn't any noise at all or anything to indicate any living being was here other than the abandoned empty plates outside. Whatever, he had a bigger problem to deal with now. Keeping Lancer safe from that freed Lunatic- "Rouxls, Rouxls? Have you come back, back to play our game?" Two yellow pinpricks appeared from the darkness, making the Duke freeze. From the darkest corner of the room, the jester's face emerged along with the rest of his body. The two just stared at each other for a moment, not moving. Jevil staring almost like not believing the man before him was real, before a wide fanged smile started to spread across his face. Rouxls reacted by giving a small strained smile of his own feeling more of his body start melting. The urge to just turn and bolt grew, but this time....THIS TIME his heartrate increased in a strange way that sent heat to his face and he mentally cursed the stupid soul mate conspiracy.  "Have you come back, back to me? Noone's ever returned on their captured, captured free will?" He asked in a hollow voice. But it didn't sound like the emotionless hollow voice of a madman, it sounded more devoid of any happy expressions except maybe a little hope stuck into it. From the way the yellow orbs eyed the taller male, it seemed he was searching for some concrete. They stopped at the small amount of food in his hands. His smile just became a little bigger and he looked back up to Rouxs with a hopeful feeling in his eyes. "You brought me dark candies, candies? Feeding me?" "...L-Lancer has toldeth me t-thou has a liking for....s-sweet things? *a-hem* H-Here. These art meant f-for thou," he somehow managed to stammer out while holding out the plate of food towards Jevil. "For...me, me?" He stared at the plate in Rouxls hands for a moment before he blinked and began to approach the larger man from the other side of the room. "You brought food to me?" "L-Lancer wouldn't have wished it any other way." His eyes wary looked over the smaller jester approaching. He never really noticed before, but Jevil seemed a lot smaller when he wasn't forcfully hugging him or bouncing around his cell. His clothes looked worn, not exactly old, but had a few tears here and there and missing a patch or stitch. The ruffled collar around his neck and his shoes seemed to be new though. Probably Lancer's doing? He didn't look the least bit grimy or dirty as a prisoner should be. He looked.....strangely almost normal. Or as normal for a court jester to look. The bells on his hat jingled the closer he got to the duke and for maybe the first time, didn't look that threatening. But as he learnt from before, don't underestimate anything down here. "I-I'm surest thou will like thine delicacy to thou's ta-" The plate was quickly snatched from his out stretched hands, he froze in surprise as the Duke watched a smiling Jevil open his mouth wide and just poor the candies into his open mouth before snapping it shut like a trap puzzle. The snap echoed around the room followed by the clatter of the plate when Jevil dropped it. The jester happily giggled at the shock on Rouxls face, wagging his tail and jumping up into the air to sit crosslegged in mid air. How could he even hover?? A clawed hand grabbed at his own, and when he didn't pull away, clung onto it. "I almost thought for sure, sure you'd never really, really come back since yesterday. Lancer was kind enough to open my freedom, freedom for others to come join, but sadly, sadly no one has stayed for too long. Only giving me plates and food and nothing more, more." His eyes widened just a little as he let out a series of giggles. "I was sure you'd come back, back!" "Thou...did?" Was he expecting Rouxls to just waltz down the stairs at any moment any day since ...well since who knows when? That was a bit...sweet. But also a bit weird.  He gave a dry chuckled and gave a face that could've been sheepish. "I knew you'd want to finish the game, game you started.~ Just couldn't resist the urge to back, back down from a challenge to your captured rules.~" Oh, good lord. Did he think Rouxls came down there to give him food because he missed him?! "I admit I maaaaaay over down my heart's, heart's desire for you-" Rouxls internally winced at the mention of the heart attacks. The cut on his shoulder stung for days. "-but it's all in the name of your opponent's affections, affections.~" Wait. Was he saying that the heart attacks was his way of showing his affections?...He wasn't sure how to take this strange news. "But I wonder what the great Duke of Puzzles, Puzzles will make as his next move?~" Rouxls stared at him for a moment and he couldn't help the next words that stumbled out of his mouth. "Art thou forgetting what happened the last time I visited thine prison cell?" "Which part?~," he purred almost dreamingly. His hand now kneeding Rouxls's held hand, "The usual, usual retreat and gathering of wits for the game, game is to be expected-" "How about when thine attacks or didst thou forget my reaction to that...." he shuddered a bit "...kiss? What was that? A surprise sprung on thou's opponent to lower mine defences?" Jevil giggled and rose a brow to being questioned. "Maybe, maybe. But You can't deny, deny your soul's calling towards me.~" Without warning, he reached out his other hand to place on his chest, over where his soul throbbed at the touch. Rouxls flinched at the sudden reaction his own soul had towards one touch. What the-? Jevil however looked rather pleased at his soul's reaction to his own and sighed in a content way.  "Opposites, opposites do really attract.~" "N-Now holdeth on one moment," he stammered out as his face flushed a lighter blue, "Thou does not see t-the rush thou's pushing?! A-And what of mine feelings?" "Your soul calls out to mine, mine. You came back, back. What more feelings do you possibly need?" He didn't say anything for a second. "Well....I say we take thou's......game slower." "Slower?" He asked tilting his head. "Y-Yes. A-As you can see-" He straightened his back up to speak professionally. "-I-I'm still Lancer's caregiver and thine majesty needs a royal adviser and whomst tis better than I?" "Understandable.~ Lancer's naivity could cause problems." "And who'll take care of other things liketh lawkeeping, mine shoppe, thy puzzles,-? Certainly not Lancer." "Of course not." "Then you understand?" "Of course." He sighed in relief, which was shattered by what he said next. "I've always wondered, wondered what the outside of freedom had turned to be. Is Everyone still, still trapped or free? Perhaps it's time to make a journey." He felt his stomach drop again."Wha....What does thou mean?" He grinned. "I think it's time to take our game, game.~" He purred and leaned closer to rouxls who gulped and leaned back slightly from Jevil's advancing face. He felt his face flush hard at the sudden closeness as the imp whispered. "To the next level. Level.~" A quick peck from the imp's cool lips got him to freeze in place as Jevil giggled and seemed to jumped around him and out the cell door behind the frozen duke. Rouxls stared blankly ahead as his brain processed what had just happened, and he could only say one thing about the situation- "Oh, fucketh me...."

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