#a realm rewritten: characters

[mmorpg-escapism]

Why’s it gotta feel so heavy?

Why’s it gotta break my heart?

Why is everybody so empty?

Why do good things fall apart?

#ffxiv #a realm rewritten: characters #ffxiv stormblood #stormblood spoilers #this has been in my brain ever since I first heard this song

[galoogamelady]

Hello! I've rewritten this ask like five times so I'll just come out and say, you're one of my favorite artists, thank you for all the good stuff you put out, it's inspiring <3 I wanted to ask, what's your method of studying anatomy and expressions?

Thank you! <3 Ngl the last time I studied anatomy with effort, I was a kid in high-school. The only book I had on the subject was the Anatomy for the Artist from Jeno Barcsay. It was huge and detailed, literally muscle and bone deep, but I think my brain is wired more for the feel of things than the understanding 😅

I try to find nude or mostly nude pics for anatomy stuff. Adult photo sites rule as a source, people contort their bodies in all sorts of weird ways and I can usually find someone with the build I'm looking for.

When I sketch based on a ref, I try to pay attention to the silhouette, negative spaces and alignments. They help me correct mistakes.

And obviously I love to exaggarate things. (Evident on the waistline and pulled up leg here.)

Same with expressions, I guess. I try to push them but stay within the realm of believable. It's so easy to make a face look uncanny or creepy or w/e with a smile too wide. I have had a couple commissioners ask me before to tone down the initial expressions on their characters, and I think that was a nice reminder to pull me back to reality lol It can get especially weird with long narrow faces like Buttons'. I find it a bit tricky to make him have a large open smile while fitting it all on his head.

#if anyone wants a pdf of that artbook in English holla at me with your email address #art advice #OC #Buttons #gif #sorry this is such a broad topic and I don't want to write a book #not that I could lol #personal

[tentacledsnakelover]

The Owl House Finale Rewrite

I love The Owl House. The story, the animation, the music, the characters. It is no surprise the show stands out as a favorite, including mine. But even being a fan cannot make me ignore the flaws of something, no matter how much I love it. I feel while the story was wrapped up well, the series from a writing standpoint was messy. A lot of my gripes with the last two specials involved not using time wisely, the Collector's character being retconned, and ignoring themes of the show. Here is how I would have rewritten the last two specials. I am by no means a professional writer. I have no idea what was going on behind the scenes and I want to give the benefit of the doubt to Dana and her team.

For The Future: The special opens immediately as Luz and her family/friends enter the demon realm. Everyone is on edge after the confrontation with Belos, and everyone with magic is drained, after having used their powers signifcantly in a realm with no ambient magic. Luz offers to bring everyone to the Owl House to recuperate. When they arrive, a wave of starry energy engulfs the house and surrounding area, bringing the puppetfied citizens of the isles with it. Willow and Luz attempt to save Willow's dad from the puppet Owl Beast, but then the Collector arrives with King, having come to play the Owl House game. King is relieved to see Luz, but horrified to see she is now in harm's way. The Collector is shocked too. King kept the Collector from trying to find Luz and her friends by claiming they would want to ruin their game and that the Hexsquad should be left alone. King manages to convince the Collector not to hurt Luz, and he takes her back to the Archives. He leaves the others by encasing the Owl House in a dome at the request of King.

The rest of the Hexsquad and Camila are then saved by a group of resistance members, consisting of Raine, Darius, Eber, the CATTS, and some Hexside kids. Raine explains after the Collector stopped the Day of Unity, Eda attempted to stop the Collector with harpy mode but turned into the Owl Beast. While the Collector dealt with beast Eda, King dropped Raine his collar, who figured out the symbol etched on it neutralized the Collector's magic. Raine has spent the past few months saving the puppetfied citizens, taking them from under the Collector's nose while they play. The Hexsquad's arrival proved the perfect distraction for Raine to save Lilith and Hooty, who the Collector was keeping an eye on due to being important characters for the game, and use the symbol to undo their puppetification.

Raine takes the group back to Hexside, which is hidden using the symbol. The group formulates a plan. Using Lilith's memory of Philip's teleportation glyph combo and her knowledge of the architecture of the Archives, the Hexsquad, CATTS, and Camila, teleport into the Archives, to find and teleport all the puppetfied citizens back to Hexside where they can be safe.

They manage to teleport all the puppetfied citizens to safety, but Odalia turns up. Having been reduced to the Collector's servant, she decides to capture the group in an effort to win the Collector's favor. The group is divided, with Willow, Gus, and Hunter in one group (Willow has her breakdown arc here with Hunter, as she blames herself for getting Luz caught and not being able to do anything). Amity and Camila manage to defeat Odalia and regroup with the kids and the CATTS.

Meanwhile, after having been captured, Luz was brought to the Archives. When they arrived, the Collector dropped Luz to the floor, the impact causing Luz to go unconscious until she is revived by the Collector (While unconscious, she appears in the In-Between Realm, where a mysterious figure tries to get her attention). King is mad at the Collector for hurting Luz, though they try to brush this off, claiming they fixed Luz, and thus it is okay. The Collector asks King to bring Luz to where Eda is being kept underguard by the puppetfied Titan Trappers. Eda is in fact, back in control of herself, and she and King embrace Luz. Eda explains she has seen that the Collector, despite his apathy towards people, is still just a kid, and she has been complying evidence to try and get him to see the error of his ways. However, the Collector arrives, having placed a bug on Luz. The Collector is furious that King lied to them about Eda being stuck in beast form and Luz leaving the demon realm on purpose. The Collector attempts to puppetify the girls but King intercepts the shot, though he remains unchanged.

The Collector now gets nervous, and after being prodded by King reveals Titans are immune to Collector magic, and that he didn't let King know that because he was afraid King wouldn't want to play with him otherwise unless he believe the Collector had control over him. The upset Collector reveals he is the last of his species, who after years of distrust and suspicion of the Titans, led to a war where the two species wiped each other to near extinction. The only surviving adult Titan, King's dad, angrily imprisoned the Collector using the tablets as a catalyst. The tablets were made by the Collector as a gift for the Titans. That way, he could always communicate with the baby Titans, who weren't afraid and distrustful of him like the adult Titans.

Luz, Eda, and King take the Collector on a tour of the isles, trying to get him to understand the importance of empathy and ethics, though the efforts end up striking a nerve with Luz, as the Collector points out Philip thought he was justified by doing what he did, and that Luz also thinks she is justified because she is a 'good guy' too, which worries Luz because she cannot handle the idea of being like Belos. (This references a cut storyboard in which the Collector questions why Luz would say other people but Belos are complex)

The trio are able to make the Collector open to the idea of being more empathetic, and he brings them back to the Archives, where they reunite with the Hexsquad and Camila. Camila and Luz have a heart to heart, which allows Stringbean to hatch. But then they notice the ground below the Archives is shaking, and the sky turns green, with the eye sockets of the Titan glowing blue. The gang realizes Belos is doing something with the Titan, and the special ends on a cliffhanger.

I will try and post my ideas for the rewrite of "Watching and Dreaming later"

#the owl house #toh #toh salt #toh critical #toh criticism #“For the future” was a waste of an episode“

[surachibee]

if you’ve been following a lot of my recent stuff, you’ve probably noticed (or maybe you haven’t, idk!) that I’ve been tagging a few art posts as ‘pitverse’. You’ve also probably noticed that I’ve provided no context to these posts what-so-ever! and that sucks! So to explain a bit, I present:

”surachi what the heck is pitverse”

Okay, first. ‘Pitverse’ is a working title. Maybe. It’s cheesy, but I kinda like it because it’s cheesy.

Anyways, if you’ve been following me for a while, you may or may not remember this art where I designed a bunch of pits that were loosely based on the different ending to the original Kid Icarus on the NES. Some took influence from different places (eg. the solider ending heavily drawing inspiration from Kid Icarus: of Myths and Monsters) and some were completely made up (eg. the farm ending’s design). It was fun! And it pretty much started this whole idea to begin with.

I’d draw some stuff here and there for it, but other than that I never really did much with the idea other than ‘oh hey look designs’. That is until it came up again a couple years later when I started to get *really* into oMaM stuff, which led to me coming back to the idea of a weird multiverse thing.

Thanks to a few friends, we talked about it and eventually it became like a four-swords adventure multiverse labyrinth thing. Pandora’s Labyrinth times twelve. So as it is right now, it’s like a hypothetical game where some new *evil big bad* takes a handful of Pits from different universes/timelines and plops them into some pocket dimension of different levels and challenges, and together, they have to find out what the heck going on.

Right now, I think I’m gonna try to keep it to three Pits for simplicity sake. Obviously, Pit from Kid Icarus: Uprising has to be here, that’s our guy. He’s also the protagonist! He’s left relatively unchanged in this AU. This also takes place in a post-game setting, so he’s already fought Hades. This applies to the other guys as well, even if their hypothetical “games” and adventures aren’t actually real (Factor) or heavily rewritten (Myth) here.

Good news is that Uprising Pit can still communicate with Palutena! But he’s the only one out of the bunch that can. (Would’nt that have been nice? Imagine all the work you could get done with THREE Palutenas [haha reference]). In this AU’s logic, Uprising’s world in the pocket-dimension what-ch-ma-have-it space is closer to the one where this takes place, so (Uprising) Palutena is able to establish a decent enough connection to at least communicate, though it’s not the best. The other Pit’s worlds are further away, so communication with their respective realms are off the table. This also causes other problems like occasionally “bugging out” and forgetting stuff since they’re so far from their original worlds. So Uprising Pit got kinda lucky.

Speaking of other Pits, there’s other Pits! Both of them draw inspiration from things previously done/involved in the franchise so they’re not entirely made up, but they do stray pretty far from their source material. Anyway..first, we have Factor! He’s heavily inspired by Factor 5’s rendition of Pit from their “Icarus” project back in 2007-2008 that was turned down. Here, this AU’s interpretation of the idea is a little more in line with the franchise’s overall light-hearted and goofy nature. (In this AU the Pit’s are taken from different points in time, so he would’ve been plucked from the future. I did this so 1. They all could look visually distinct from each other, and 2. the thought of Factor going “oh he doesn’t know about [x] yet” or Uprising Pit insisting Myth to NOT go after the wish seed in the future was funny.)

Next…there’s Myth! He’s based on Kid Icarus: of Myths and Monsters, and besides a few plot points he’s pretty much just a modern take on the character. He was easier to pin down because while the concept of Factor’s story was interesting, being banished from the heavens for some unspecified crime, it’s pretty vague in comparison. With Myth, there’s an entire game with a plot to go off of, even if this AU strays a bit from it.

That’s pretty much the basics of this AU! Just a couple of Pits going on an adventure getting into other-worldly shenanigans. I’m having a ton of fun with it and hopefully I can develop the idea more as I go along. Thanks for reading! There’s some extra footnotes and miscellaneous doodles below.

• This AU follows the idea that oMaM takes place in a different timeline than Kid Icarus: Uprising, hence it not being referenced (at least not on purpose, I’m looking at you aurum track accidentally having the same intro motif) or mentioned. Plus y’know, Sakurai not knowing it existed so there’s that. Might as well rework it into a weird explanation. (coping)

• All of these worlds take place in different timelines, so Factor isn’t an older version of Uprising Pit, nor is Uprising an older version of Myth. They’re all still Pit, and all of them have fought Medusa, but it had different outcomes (somewhat based on the endings) and at that point they diverged from each other. • I’ll probably change the naming of the Pits at some point. While they’re good right now, I’m not sure if I wanna keep Factor named after a company. Might have their names based off the titles of their respective games, so instead of “Factor”, “Myth”, and “Uprising” it’d be “Icarus” (based on the project’s internal name), “Myth”, and “Uprising”.

#surachiarttag #pitverse tag #kid icarus au

[sepublic]

Writers’ Post-Hoot!

            As the title suggests, we just had a Post-Hoot with multiple writers from the show! Those present included John Bailey Owen, Cissy Jones (Lilith), Sarah Nicole-Robles (Luz), Rebecca Bozza (ItsRebeccaRose), Mikki Crisostomo, Madeleine Hernandez, Zarch Marcus, Avi Roque (Raine), with Zelda Black as our cameraman! I took notes, including on some cancelled storylines involving characters such as Vee, Odalia, Edric, Eda, and Hooty!

         Firstly, Zach Marcus has been writing on the show since the developmental pilot. It was confirmed Barcus was not based on him (unlike Jerbo for JBO), but he did say Barcus was ‘his’ character. I believe it was confirmed that Kikimora’s alias Miki was a reference to writer Mikki Crisostomo, and we also learned that The First Day had to be rewritten within a day! Mikki revealed she got hired for the show because she wrote a violent sample script in which someone had their rib cage kicked out, which convinced Dana she had to be on TOH!

         The development pilot is very different from the show according to Zach; It had the classic blood smear moment (in which Luz draws herself and Amity together, gets a paper cut, and uses her blood to simulate a blush as improv), and alas will never be released. JBO also said there are three poems in the show that the fandom hasn’t found yet…?!

         Dana was watching and commented a few times, such as when Avi, Cissy, and Sarah were doing the classic “Then why were you so easy to curse?!” line, commenting “Legendary Cissy line”.

         In regards to cut Season 3 storylines, Zach mentioned that there are so many versions of Thanks to Them that they went through (Dana gave a comment giving approval for them to speak on concepts). He revealed there was a version where the kids would’ve piloted Abomaton mechs in the desert…?!

         (I wonder if this is related to Kikimora, who pilots an Abomaton herself and comes from the desert of Palm Stings. Would Amity have helped in the creation?)

         Mikki also revealed Hooty was a Big Bad at one point in the writing process?! He’d have had as many legs as rib bones, poking through, as well as smoke.

         Huntlow was acknowledged as a major goal by Mikki and Madeleine (who kept asking why can’t they be happy???), and Zach joked that Huntlow wasn’t canon but c’mon. We can thank Mikki for writing the haircut that Willow gave Hunter!!!

         Dana was glad to keep the Star Trek reference, since so many crew members are Trekkies. Emmy also alluded to a ‘bog setting’ where the kids fought ‘bog bodies’… Unfortunately, her internet connection wasn’t so great so she cut out a bit and I couldn’t make out everything. But does this mean Belos would’ve reanimated corpses in the graveyard for the kids to fight?! Or the Grimwalkers?!

         JBO liked doing Luz in the human realm, as it was a different vibe than usual; More melancholy but also creepy. He wanted to explore the idea of what if a kid DID go to Narnia, and how that would affect them afterwards, and he’s happy with how it turned out… Same JBO, same.

         Emmy revealed there was also going to be a storyline where Vee was uncomfortable with having Hunter in the house!!!

         Sarah mentioned a question in the chat about the other coven heads, which could’ve been my question actually… JBO says that there was a lot they wanted to do with them, he really likes Hettie in particular. He considered exploring what Darius did to achieve his Abomination transform, speculating it’d probably take a dark sacrifice to do that. In general they wanted to see the coven heads plot with and try to kill each other; Lots of intercoven drama according to Zach.

         Zach also praised those who designed the coven heads; He lamented how designers often visualize concepts submitted by writers as so much cooler than the writers think they can do justice when writing, once they receive them back.

         Zach Marcus was described as the pun man of the writers, and when asked about what Darius’ Penstagram, they all agreed upon Goo Daddy. He was torn between Darius being a luddite, or nonstop posting what he eats, with a reflection of him in something. The writers discussed stuff like a Darius skincare routine, and him getting up every morning like a Disney Princess with animals, except they’re Abominations (fanartists were encouraged to depict this).

         JBO said he would’ve liked to see more of young Terra, Zach wanted to see more of her and Faust! As a reminder, a previous Post-Hoot had him put forth the idea that they were exes until they messily broke up and Terra tore off Faust’s lips and kicked him out, hence him living at Hexside and being so strict as a means of regaining a sense of control in his life.

         Zach also joked about everyone dying in the original Season 3 plans, but they allegedly changed it to a happy ending because the pandemic meant people needed something uplifting! They were barely in the exploration for S3 when they received news of the shortening.

         They joked about Barcus episodes, and also made a point about limitations actually being pretty good for writing, as it encourages writers to cut out the fat and leave the most essential bits. They said it was fun seeing Dana write on spite, and she thinks about a lot of the stuff they do for the story as the mastermind.

         Zach revealed him and Dana disagree on Mattholomule’s name, with Zach insisting it’s Mattholomule; His only compromise is saying his last name is also Tholomule… So Mattholomule Tholomule canon??? Zach also wanted a character named Corvus.

         Eda was a ‘horn dog’ in OG scripts for TOH, breaking hearts and all that. There was an episode with a B-plot in which Eda went on a date with playboy merchant, just so she could get a deal on crow heads, but Disney didn’t want a ‘horny old lady’. Dana commented that it was jut Eda on a date, but Disney was being weird about it.

         The writers also mentioned that they considered ‘Mom Tholomule’ and ‘Dad Tholomule’ in what they called the racing episode (I presume Eda’s Requiem’s B-plot), and they planned Steve and Mattholomule being brothers from S1! Zach joked that if the Tholomule parents showed up, they’d have taken attention from everything, with fans losing interest for Lumity, Raeda, and Huntlow in favor of them.

         They brought up their weirdest failed episodes, such as a race (which might be what they meant regarding the Tholomule parents) as well as an episode where Eda and Odalia had beef. It’d have been based on the Rats! musical poster –the one that gave Raine stage fright- and would’ve had musical elements, but alas Dana doesn’t like musicals herself due to her own experiences with them (which might be the Doylist source for Raine’s own trauma as well now that I think of it).

         Odalia would’ve been one of those obsessive parents, entering an Abomination disguised as a child for the role. Edric would’ve been angry and formed a rivalry with this fake child, wanting to be Momma’s Boy, and it’d end with the fake child getting decapitated and their head sliding off as the big reveal.

         When asked about doing ‘Blaine’ (Belos-possessed Raine), Avi explained they didn’t need to watch Rhys to copy Belos’ inflections, having watched the show plenty. They were surprised about the Blaine development when they went in to voice Raine that day and were told about it!

         When asked about favorite characters to write, Zach said he loved Eda because he didn’t need to go into anyone’s headspace when writing her, it was basically just him talking. Madeleine brought up how Matthew Rhys would charm the entire zoom call with his recording, and Emmy mentioned how twice she wrote for a bloodcurdling scream only for a VA to give more of an Ahhhhh.

         Specifically, Edric would’ve had a more bloodcurdling scream when he broke through his body cast to hug Amity (Zach wrote that, Emmy did the art for it), with everyone agreeing he should be in pain. A ‘piercing scream’ was specified, though Sarah joked about how hard VAs worked, and said a bloodcurdling scream might be done for an Oscar nomination (doing such a scream is taxing due to multiple takes).

         Mikki loves writing Lilith, calling her a big dweeb; Madeline loves Hooty the most, as he’s a wild card and she loves writing those. One example she brought up was in Hollow Mind, when Hooty shut down the Owl House. Madeleine loves it when Hooty goes from zero to sixty in either direction, fully insane.

         JBO also liked Hooty best, as well as King! They referenced the B-plot from Adventures in the Elements, in which Hooty negotiates a drawn body for himself from King, which Emmy and JBO wrote. The actual sketch used in the episode was straight-up one of their drawings, I didn’t catch whose though. Hooty’s dialogue in Eda’s conversation with him (from Something Ventured, Someone Framed) was also written by JBO, with Emmy drawing the bit where his tongue reaches for a fly!

        In regards to writing advice, JBO said to just do stuff, it’s better than nothing; Emmy concurred, it’s still worth it to write it, even if nobody pays you for it. Zach added that for writers, one of their goals is to be more of a tool; Get what they’ve made into the hands of someone who can take it further, it’s collaborative storytelling and writers need to see it from that perspective. Likewise, they mentioned having people read what you’ve written, as they can notice stuff that’s missing that you hadn’t thought of/remembered. Zach hoped for a TOH art book, as he liked a lot of Emmy Cicierga’s visual jokes and hoped people could enjoy them! IIRC Emmy did that one meme of Ariel combining her fish tail with two legs as a solution, so that tracks.

         On a final note, there was a HUGE wave of people commenting about Gustholomule throughout the entire stream. It went unacknowledged alas, but the group also mentioned they couldn’t answer spoiler questions so...

#the owl house #post hoot #vee noceda #edric blight #odalia blight #the owl house hooty #zach marcus #mikki crisostomo #emmy cicierga #john bailey owen #madeleine hernandez

[synergysilhouette]

Rewriting some of the Winx Club villains (for fun)

I actually had a fun time with rewriting the Winx, and it seemed to have gotten positive reception! Thus, I thought I'd do rewrites for some of the Winx Club villains. Just like with my last post, this is NOT a "what would've made them better" post, but just my own interpretation of the characters based on the show (mainly the first 4 seasons as applicable) and some of the comics. And since I never did a post about recasting the villains (I only did so with the Winx and the Specialists), I'll include my dream voice cast here. Enjoy!

Ancestral Witches--In my rewrite, there's only one ancestral witch; I feel like it fits the primordial vibe more, but this is also because the witches don't have distinct personalities, and the Trix claim descent from all three of them, but this feels like they were moreso their reincarnations than their ancestors (though it could be both). This sole witch would be named Carabosse, named after the wicked fairy the Ancestral Witches are based on. She is created by Darkar as the first evil mortal (albeit with an extended lifespan due to magic, both hers and Darkar's), but she isn't his servant; she's his consort, and they exist as a twisted version of Hades and Persephone from Greek Mythology. Rather than having the same powers as the Trix, Carabosse has the ability of corruption, being the first mortal queen in the magical dimension (and ever, probably), and seen as doing her husband's dream of spreading evil throughout the world. The descendant of the holders of the dragon spark, Oritel, formed the Company of Light to defeat her, but they only managed in destroying her physical body, with her spirit still lingering. She is the first witch, as you may have guessed, and even in death, we are never truly rid of her, due to her divine marriage and long-forgotten magic that makes her influence permeate the most evil parts of the magic dimension.

I'd imagine she dressed in dark blue/black with orange-red gems and patterns, almost like she's made of lava. My ideal voice actor for her would be Colleen Wheeler, who did an AMAZING job of playing Mystique in "X-Men: Evolution."

The Trix--No need for introduction, the sisters of the Ice Kingdom are the most persistent villains in the series. In my rewrite, their realm wouldn't be known as the Ice Kingdom (since it kinda discards Darcy and Stormy, but Distorsione, Italian for distortion), said to be the base of Queen Carabosse. You'd think that being descended from her would offer the Trix some leverage, but the royal family has much closer ties to her while the Trix are distant relatives. The people there are reserved and standoffish, but not necessarily evil, though the Trix essentially ruin that perception and now it's a demonized location in the magical dimension. It's confirmed that the Trix are triplets and were abandoned by their family for the perceived threat they could pose in the future, and upon discovering this, they vowed to take over the magical dimension and retake what they believe to be their birthright. And it's worth noting that for most of the first season, no one knows who they are when they attack the winx; they have a "Superman" thing going on because of the makeup and clothes change; when in disguise, they dress similarly to their fairy disguises in issue #123 of the comic.

Icy has an on-and-off romance with Darko throughout the series (it's implied that they could've been something positive, but Icy is too focused on power and is willing to mistreat Darko, who, despite having his own issues, cared about Icy but is now mainly just courting her for potential power that he could wield as her consort). She also has a distaste for Bloom, given their powers are polar opposites, as well as the fact that Bloom was automatically revered for her potential while Icy was discarded for it. She also takes particular interest in tormenting Flora and Ariel (my rewritten version of Roxy), since I'd canonize the 4kids statement that she derives power from dead planets, and the fact that she doesn't really have any particular respect for animals and plants. I'd probably base her design on Taylor Swift, particularly during her "Reputation" era. I know the Trix weren't based on celebrities, but I thought it'd be a nice touch. I'd I'd like her to be voiced by Salli Saffioti, since I really liked her performance as Cleo de Nile on Gen 1 and 2 of "Monster High," albeit something a bit less regal. As usual, she wears shades of blue, though I like the idea that she keeps the lighter/brighter tones for her witch look that she does in her civilian clothes.

Darcy is the middle triplet, and is quite interesting due to her relationships with others. While Icy is somewhat conflicting with how she feels about others, sometimes abusing them and sometimes praising and adoring them, Darcy cares about others but believes that abusing them is the best way to show it (influenced by her abandonment and the fact that she's been lied to a lot by people who claimed to care about her growing up). She's attracted to danger and doesn't really understand the typical concepts of love and care, which Icy jokes is influenced by her power over darkness, which will prevent her from ever seeing the light. She often takes delight in torturing Stella with darkness and causing friction between Musa and Riven--she even tells Musa that they can share Riven; Darcy takes the evil half and Musa takes the good half, even going as far as to offer splitting them into two separate people, but Musa points out the unethical boundaries of that (duh) and how her love for Riven meant that she loved him in spite of his flaws and wanted to help him improve on his faults, but only if he recognized them as so. This perplexes Darcy, who has a similar corrupting power to Carabossa (albeit much less powerful) and she believes that she must change those who don't like her or think like her. I'd base her appearance on Olivia Rodrigo, and also have her voiced by Tasia Valenza, since I enjoyed her performance as Poison Ivy in the "Batman: Arkham" video game series, and I feel like her deeper voice captures Darcy well (4kids bias).

Stormy, being the baby triplet, is often left the hand-me-downs of her sisters and is the most mysterious, despite sharing her sisters' interest in chaos and power-seeking. Unlike the more composed Trix, Stormy is much more upfront and aggressive, not usually bothering with manipulation unless she thought it could stir up an immediate reaction. She doesn't really have a love interest, but she does note that if things fell apart for Stella and Brandon, she could pick up the pieces and "see which way the storm blows." I'd also see her as the Trix member who's most likely to choose physical violence (in contrast to Icy, who's most likely to rely on her magic), and feels like she has the most to prove, insecure and afraid that she and her sisters were discarded because of her (being the only one who's powers were apparent and uncontrollable from a young age). She also has it out for Aisha and Tecna, as storms know how to stoke an ocean's ire, and can cause blackouts. I'd base her appearance off of Tate Mcrae, with her voicework being done by Selah Victor, AKA Chloe Bourgeois from "Miraculous Ladybug."

Diaspro--Just to be clear, I'm keeping the "Sky and Brandon swapped identities" subplot, but this lie is revealed BEFORE Bloom and Sky get together. It's also revealed that both Sky and Diaspro are political pawns; they were childhood friends, and when it was revealed that Diaspro was a fairy of gemstones (what's with "the"? Can't there be more fairies like her?), she was betrothed to Sky under the belief that her wealth would enrich Erakylon. While Diaspro submitted to this--being from a poor family and "encouraged" by her relatives to accept the betrothal--she became cruel and callous due to the political games she had to play, as well as never wanting to go back to poverty. She had a crush on Sky, and the betrothal heightened this, but she failed to realize he didn't feel the same, as he became more withdrawn when the betrothal became official. Since he was doing his duty as a prince, he tried to submit to his family's wishes, but rebelled when he developed a crush on Bloom, as well as making friends with the Winx and the Specialists. Diaspro misinterprets this as his friends talking him out of marrying her, and she lashes out at them and tries to tear them apart. Sky is the only one who has sympathy for her at first, and eventually all his friends realize she was dealt a bad hand in life. Until it's revealed Bloom is a princess with the power of the dragon flame (she's originally just said to be a fire fairy to protect her), Sky and Diaspro go through with the illusion that they're engaged. When it breaks off, Diapsro's family has been compensated and rises to the noble ranks, but they still want more. Diapsro informs Sky of their plotting, and she pretends to continue to be villainous to her family and other villains, acting as a double agent for the Winx and the Specialists without turning anyone against her. For her design, I'd base her on Ariana Grande (for obvious reasons), and surprisingly have her voice by Ellen Wong; I think her sweetness as Knives Chau would be great for Diaspro's vulnerability, and it'd be fun to see her act stuck-up. I'd also give her an outfit reminiscent of blue labradorite (you'll recall with my rewrite of Bloom I'd give her a black base with colorful accents reminiscent of the cosmos).

Darkar--Much the same, the dark dragon that contrasts with the great dragon that created the world. I'd make him a bit more nuanced, with his nature being chaos rather than outright evil. In fact, to make him different from other Winx villains, I'll make him lawful evil--which is the Dungeons & Dragons way of saying he's a bad guy who follows the rules. These "rules" would essentially be the laws of nature, that light cannot exist without darkness and vice versa, but one can reign over the other. With his wife gone, he sees the Trix as his daughters/granddaughters (and they are his descendants) and attempts to teach them his ways--though they are puzzled by his lack of unecessary cruelty and restraint, as well as his respect for those who align with good. He reveals that his wife was not constrained by the rules that governed him, and that is likely why the Trix act they way they do. He's also known as the "shadow phoenix" because he'll always be reborn, and there will be an age of darkness once more, and Bloom's descendants (or another descendant who holds the dragon flame; Bloom's extended family is sizeable) will fall into their grasp. Plus Bloom's witch heritage makes her fall into his distortion, bringing out the duality of the dragon flame, both light and shadow. I'd love for him to have a larger-than-life deity appearance to him, and taking inspiration from X-Men's "Dark Phoenix" arc feels natural--thinking on it now, they may have already done that. For his great voice acting as Trigon, I'd love for Kevin Michael Richardson to play him--though Paul St. Peter is a close second.

Valtor--He's iconic as-is and the greatest Winx villain (partially because of how involved he is in every episode, in contrast to previous villains), I'd make a change to his origins; instead of an older being created from the dragon flame and raised by the Ancestral Witches, he's the biological son of Darkus and Carabossa. Similar to Diaspro, he was used as a pawn all his life, and is only slightly older than the Winx and Specialists. He essentially does everything the same in my book, but there is a sympathetic angle; he was designed to bring about the age of chaos Darkus foretold, and thus has been emotionally, psychologically, and physically abused by his caretakers (since his parents weren't physically around to raise him) until he became a beast of darkness. However, due to the fact that light cannot exist without darkness and vice versa, in a similar way to Bloom being made into Dark Bloom, Valtor is capable of love and light, albeit in a very standoffish, aloof way. Bloom recognizes his loneliness, and for a second it makes her reconsider wanting to be reunited with her own family, who she only knows through second-hand sources. With the power of the Winx, Bloom defeats Valtor, but instead of killing him, she uses her divine abilities to take some of the darkness in his heart and accept it into her own, giving him some of her light in return, knowing that he didn't choose to be who he became, though he's still imprisoned with the Trix in the Lightrock Monastery due to his crimes. It's implied for the rest of the series that he's an antihero, though he tries to be discreet due to the legacy he created. For his voice actor, I'd love for him to be voiced by Neil Newbon; the Astarion parallels are too delicious to ignore.

(NGL, Valtor is a great villain, but I did feel bad for the circumstances surrounding his creation, thus my sympathetic take.)

Tritannus--Due to his repetitive nature in season 5, I'd make Tritannus a supporting villain in season 3, helping to give more focus to Andros as well as keeping his goals streamlined. For a good deal of the season, the merpeople are curropted, with the pandemic eventually reaching King Neptune and Queen Ligea. Nereus also becomes infected, leaving Trittannus to rule the seas. However, when he welches on his promise to help Valtor take over the magical dimension, Valtor pollutes the ocean, transforming Trittanus into a monster. He then helps Valtor in order to regain his original form, as well as having a thing for Icy (who admires his evil tendencies, but his newfound appearance makes this a manipulative relationship only, as she sees a great deal to gain by becoming Queen of the Seas, this being one of her off periods with Darko). His family eventually defeats him, and he is banished to Oblivion, though both his siblings hope to release him from there with time, given his young age and their merciful natures, though Aisha remains skeptical.

I'd probably want him voiced by David Gallagher; I could totally hear RIku's voice when I see him.

Cassandra and Chimera--Amazing side villains, and pretty underrated winx villains overall, Cassandra is the new wife of King Radius and Chimera is her daughter, and both of them treat Stella cruelly and put a spell on Radius to make her resent her. I'd include them a bit more, and make Cassandra seem a bit kinder than she really is, with Chimera viciously tearing down Stella and Cassandra passive-aggressively trying to cheer her up, only to make her feel worse. I'd also make it less obvious that Radius is under a spell; since Stella argues with him frequently following the divorce and now with his surprise marriage, Stella believes that Radius thinks she's turned against him and wishes to take the throne by force, possibly with her mother. Radius IS under a spell, but it's easy for Stella to buy that after all their arguing, it's affected her father's perception of her, especially since his new wife and stepdaughter appear demure and submissive. They're still vain and spoiled, but they know how to curry the kingdom's favor in order to make themselves likeable, craftily working with Valtor to stain Stella's image as a selfish, entitled princess, and convince the nobles that her behavior could result in a coup that could destroy the sun kingdom, convincing them that Stella has become a puppet to Luna (and that Solaria itself could become a puppet state).

I'd base their appearences on Gwen Stefani and Jenna Ortega respectively, with Cassandra being voiced by Jennifer Hale (using a voice similar to her Bayonetta performance) and Chimera being voiced by Diane Guerroerro (since she has "evil Isabella Madrigal" written all over her).

Wizards of the Dark Circle--In my rewrite, they wouldn't be present villains (not that I've written the whole thing out, but that's my current headspace), but instead beings of legend, with their own unique backgrounds. Two of them are fairies, so I guess "Lords of the Dark Circle" would be a better title.

Ogron--Nicknamed the Stormy of the Wizards by the Winx and the Specialists, he's moody and quick to anger, but when he is in his element, he's calm and collected. As a child, he was a precocious wizard who surmised that fairies were the most powerful beings in the magical dimension (outside of the dragon creator), and realized that no matter how powerful he'd become, they'd always win, inspiring his quest to destroy all fairies on Earth, becoming so powerful that he became the Wizard of Negation, capable of stripping powerful creatures of their abilities (which varied by creature, of course). Despite his rage against fairies, he seems to have love and care for other beings, including his fellow wizards. He was eventually defeated by non-Earth fairies and sealed in a stone statue in Gardenia, and with his defeat, no more wizards were born on Earth. Similar to the Winx, I'd give the WOTDC celebrity inspirations, mainly celebrities who were (arguably) at their most famous decades ago, but are still widely respected now. For Ogron, I'd base him off of Johnny Depp and have him voiced by Mark Hamill (he gives me Ozai vibes, what can I say?) I'd also change the group's color scheme to be more individualistic, making his a mix of reds and oranges in a sophisticated, upper-class style rather than his punk aesthetic in the OG version.

Anagan--I'd make him the most "likeable" of the lords; he shows respect for others, flirts, and socializes, being known as the life of the party. He is known as the Wizard of Time, which allowed the wizards to stay ageless and find the Earth fairies (he joins this quest because he sees fairies as inferior to wizards, and not deserving of their power). It's implied that he can also time travel, and that the Winx may encounter him one day, or that they may already have. Due to his skill at seducing fairies, it's stated that he's sired many descendants, but due to Ogron's petrification, no magic came of his descendants, wizard or otherwise. While he escaped the fate of his contemporaries, it's said he's lived a lonely life without them, being known as the shoulder they could cry on and an expert secret-keeper who they consulted. His celebrity inspiration would be Usher, and I'd make his clothes trendy and have a stained glass style and multicolored, highlighting his colorful personality and friendliness (just not to fairies). Keith David would be a fun voice actor for him, in my opinion.

Gantlos--Originally a wizard of destruction, I'd rewrite him as the fairy of memory, and thus the one responsible for erasing Earth's recollection of magic ever being real. He also is the most protective of the group, throwing himself in danger to keep the others safe and being akin to the Pied Piper of Hamlin due to his mesmerizing flute playing. He was ignored as a male fairy within his family, lacking the ability to progress to different forms (likely because he was sheltered and thus could never overcome his insecurities or make a sacrifice), and took on a dark fairy transformation, giving him a new form, but locking him out of the forms other fairies have. Being raised by a rather strict, traditional family, he doesn't share compassion for animals, making Ariel detest him as she learns more about him. However, he does have affection for the elderly. When trying to wipe the entire world's mind of fairies, he became overwhelmed and it destroyed his mind (and failed, thus why we still have fairy tales), making him the second of the Lords to fall and thus buried in a magical crypt by Ogron and Anagan. I'd base his appearance on Leonardo DiCaprio, and have him voiced by Zahn McClarnon, since I enjoyed him as Olrox in "Castlevania: Nocturne." His fashion sense would be very similar to Dante from the "Devil May Cry" video game, albeit blue.

Duman--Also a fairy in my rewrite, he was a fairy of shifting (ie he could shapeshift). He often downed himself as a loser, not strong as other fairies and eventually fell in with the wrong crowd, making his way into the Wizards of the Dark Circle. He strives to be useful, and due to insecurity, almost never appears as himself unless he's with the other lords. Unlike the other lords, he acknowledges that what he's doing isn't really ethical, but is fine with being bad because he has community. He's quite lonely, and it's mentioned that if he never met the wizards, and thus the lords are like family to him. He has a tendency for gambling, and it's noted that after being tricked by a clever fairy, he was forced to give up his magic power. The lords erased his mind of them, deciding to spare him the pain, and he married a human woman and had a family, which they knew he always wanted. His legacy in the magical world was not forgotten, but the mortal world never knew of him. I'd want his appearance inspired by Brendon Urie, as well as being voiced by Noel Fisher (who I know as Toad in "X-Men: Evolution") would be perfect for this. I'd probably keep his punk aesthetic, though I love him wearing green.

Hope you like these takes. Lemme know what you think, and if you ahve any questions. Next post for this will be the specialists!

#winx #winx club #trix #valtor #darkar #diaspro #wizards of the dark circle

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→ Chapter Five: Sacrificial Lamb Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 14.1k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the newest Bridd, a young girl who was given her position too early. Now a woman, Y/N is revered amongst the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Descriptions of blood, Descriptions of gore, BLOOD, Main Character Near Death, Main Character Badly Injured, self-inflicted injuries (non-mental health related), graphic death scene, Character death, there’s a lot of death actually, Blindness, GRIEF, ANGST, PTSD flashbacks (brief), fighting, battle scenes, strong language, naked people (not graphic), DEATH, sacrificial ritual (heh heh), cuddling in bed, new characters introduced, ANGST, this one is heavy, Long-hair Jimin (yes, this is a warning), this was...heavy to say the least A/N: We have finally reached the last rewritten chapter. The next update will be a partial rewrite as it does have certain scenes from a previous chapter, but it is different enough to be considered new! This has been fun and I am glad I decided to do it since I has given me enough time to plan out and begin the next 2 chapters. Fingers crossed I can get those done soon. Thanks for reading <3

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Pacing back and forth in the cottage was not helping to ease my nerves. The sun was high in the sky now, and I only wished that they would be back soon. I was completely blind to them. If Shiloh had gone, I would have felt less apprehensive, but she instead left with Seokjin to bring back supplies. The solar witch had only dropped by to pick up some herbs and offer up some of his vegetables. The two left over an hour ago and I found it impossible to sit still. 

Not knowing what to do with myself, I kneeled at my altar and began to look over the spell pages once more. They were very difficult to perform with my magical limitations. They tired me easily, but I was getting better at them each time I practiced.

Aiming at the pile of feathers on the floor from a poorly timed transformation, I placed my index and middle fingers together. Placing one of my arms up, bent at the elbow, with my hand parallel to my ear while the other one was pressed against my side, I took a deep breath. Focusing, I began to sing the spell.

“Make forswelan verb âstyntan deorcnes.”

A white spark shot through the air and cracked down on the feathers. Each one of them incinerated into dust and blew away with the breeze. A small, dark spot stained the cottage floor and I grinned. Despite the small headache, I was glad I had done it. When I had first tried, while it had worked very well, I fainted on the floor. Eventually I would be better, and my tolerance would grow. I had never tried this hard at defensive magic before and I was surprised I did not hate it as much as I used to. In fact, I quite enjoyed pushing my limitations.

Taking a quick look out of the window, I was puzzled to see a small puff of smoke in the distance. It had to be coming from the village if I took a guess. Sometimes I could watch fireworks and hear their festivals if I tried hard enough, but this was different. I hoped everything was alright. Fires were normal in Bangtan, so I pushed my worries to the side and hoped they had everything under control. They were strong enough to put out a little fire.

Then I was smelling the faintest odor of ash and shook my head violently. I could not deal with the flashbacks today. Aldara haunted my dreams enough and I was growing tired of my days being ruined by the constant torture her death caused me.  

Standing once more, I decided to take a trip to the cellar and get some reading in. It would be a nice distraction. I would change into something else before heading downstairs since I found a new love of trousers from playing around with Yoongi and Seokjin. Like the defensive magic, I hated pants and how they constricted my skin. Aldara would laugh if she saw me; so different from that girl she knew. 

Opening my dresser drawers, I pulled out a pair of Aldara’s pants. We were different sizes, but I used magic to fix that. Flicking my wrists, I had my skirt off and pants on quickly. Comfortable, I folded the skirt and put it back in its drawer with the rest of my clothes. 

Jimin and I had been talking about installing some new shelves and pipes in the room to give us more space. I doubted that would happen now. He was able to go home. Reality hitting me in the face, I felt hopeless once more. Now that he would have his old home back there would be no reason for him to come here anymore. Or sleep here. Or spend all of his time with me. Mates or not, Jimin had duties just as I did. Time would only tell how that would affect us. If I was not trapped in this house maybe things would be different but be as it was that was not possible. The smoke grew stronger, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Sighing, I adjusted my blouse anxiously. I needed something to do with my hands. I found the material to be bothersome now that I was in my comfortable pants and decided to change it as well. I had less options but stumbled across a shirt I had made for Jimin. It was a simple, cream linen top with ruffles at the neck and wrists. It was loose on him and even looser on me, but it was breathable and felt like heaven on the skin. Tucking the excess fabric into my pants, I fastened the front and gently tugged on the shirt to retain its flow. While it was impractical for sports it was a nice shirt to wear at home.

Looking at my hands, I began to drag my fingers over the jagged scars covering them. Namjoon had seemed so repulsed by them. I had been horrified when I first noticed them as well, but no one else had commented on them in some time now. Not Shiloh, or Taehyung, or Jimin. It had been like they had never happened. Even Seokjin had kept calm the first time he saw me after the ordeal. It was strange to have someone look at me in pity.

Running my fingers over my face, I dragged it across the large, nasty scar along my right cheek, down my jaw, and into my collar bone. I could feel where each feather started and ended as they came out of my body. I was lucky that had been the only part of my face that began to transform. My hands and arms had the worst of them. My stomach was also badly scarred, but no one had really seen those aside from Shiloh and Jimin. 

A crash interrupted my exploring. Freezing in place, I felt myself growing anxious as the bird within me wanted to run. Every piece of my body wanted to run from this conflict. Whatever had just crashed into my house was powerful, so powerful I could taste their magic in the air, and the darkness that surrounded it was frightening. Shaking my head, I willed whatever spell I had been under and focused on keeping calm.

The last time my instincts took over, I had been out of service for an entire day, and I would not be dead weight. I refused to die in this fucking house. Taking a gentle step forward, I began to gently sing under my breath and hovered just above the ground.

I could hear a struggle in the next room, but I could not recognize either voice. They were both masculine, and the both of them were magical, I could sense the differences in their auras. While one was dark and suffocating in the energy they produced, the other was very light and almost as gentle as the air. It even had its own distinct smell- sand and rainwater. Still singing, I floated to the ceiling and gripped the top of the door frame to my bedroom. Turning myself upside down, I squatted and peeked from the top of the door. 

I knew a Quietus when I saw one, Aldara’s drawings and countless writings over the years were so detailed I felt like I was there. Its body was like smoke, black air coming off of it. It was transparent and whoever it was fighting was growing frustrated with the creature. Every swing of the arm went straight through the Quietus’s body and inflicted no damage. Slowly taking my hands off the door frame, I changed the spell to keep me on the ceiling. It would last for one minute, so I had to be quick.

Aiming for the Quietus, I moved my hands into position and waited for a good opening. Taking a breath, I prepared to take the shot until something caught my eye.

The other man’s ears were large. Too large. Focusing on him more, I was overwhelmed by how beautiful he was. His skin was like silk and as pale as the moon that was a stark contrast to his snow-white hair. His eyes shined brilliantly, almost white in how blue they were, and I realized all too late what was happening.

The Quietus were not what we should have been fearing.

Quickly moving my aim, I quickly said the spell and shot. The elf cried out in pain but seemed to recover quickly. Shining eyes trained on me, I gasped and fell from the sky. Landing on my shoulder, I shouted once I noticed the elf coming toward me. Scrambling to my feet, I knew that fighting him would be futile alone. I had no idea what spells would work against an elf. The last one had been uncomfortable but that was the extent it seemed. 

A black cloud formed in front of me and the Quietus from before was standing tall. Lifting his hands, a huge rush of darkness lunged for the elf and threw him to the other side of the cottage. It took him longer to stand after that. 

“What’s going on?” I asked, standing next to the Quietus, arms raised and ready to shoot out another blast. My head ached but I pushed through the pain. I did not have time for my magic to give up on me. “Why is that thing here?”

The Quietus threw another blow at the elf and stepped in front of me before the counterattack could hit. 

“They’re attacking Foxglove,” He replied, his echoing as if he were in a cave. “A little help would be nice.”

My heart sinking, I found more motivation to get this elf out of my cottage. I needed to get to Jimin. The image of the wolf in the fire flashed through my mind and I gritted my teeth. Racking my brain, I desperately tried to remember a better defensive spell Aldara had tried to teach me back in the day. In the meantime, I sent out another white bolt and it hit the elf in the forehead.

The Quietus lunged at the elf, grabbing hold of the dark-haired creature, and they tumbled to the ground. Taking the distraction, I got out of the confines of my bedroom and began to take cover in the kitchen. This was no space for a fight. 

Going to the other side of the counter, I saw the elf had gotten the upper hand and was now on top of the Quietus. Shocking him again, the elf seemed to be growing tired of my zaps and locked his eyes on me. Speaking in a language I did not understand, the elf kept his hands around the Quietus’s neck as he looked at me.

I felt my airways closing. It was the most peculiar feeling, but it was as if his hands had wrapped themselves around my throat. Tears pricking my eyes, I struggled to catch my breath and clutched at my neck. 

“You don’t need to stand up for this one, okay?” Aldara rolled her eyes at my childishness. “Come on. Just try it. You never know when you’ll have to defend yourself.”

Tears streamed down my face while I gasped helplessly for air that was not coming. My head rushed and I fell onto the ground. The elf continued to stare at me. The Quietus, it seemed, could not breathe either. Strange, just a second ago he was untouchable.

“But I’m tired,” I complained. 

I had spent the entire afternoon in the cottage getting hit with blow after blow. Aldara had said we would have fun today. She was the only one enjoying this.

“This is an easy one. It’s for the ielfen.”

Black spots dotted my vision as the answer finally came to my mind. Elves were like the ielfen. Maybe it would work. Gasping, I frantically took off the ring I had put on this morning. Bridd Heidi and Griselda both wore large, thick iron rings and I enjoyed wearing them a lot. Thankful for their gifts, I thanked the Goddess for sending them to Earth, before launching the ring at the elf. 

As soon as it hit the thing's hand, a rush of air entered my lungs and I gasped for breath. My lungs burned and I lifted myself up. Not wasting a second, I glanced at my altar and dove for it. Getting it off the island, I used magic to find a spell that could produce iron. I heard coughing and spared a look. The elf was clutching his hand, his look murderous, as the Quietus was lifting himself up. 

Finding a spell that would liquify metal, I cursed myself once more for not taking Aldara’s training seriously. I would need the cellar to get better ideas, but I did not want the elf knowing where I stored our grimoires. There was far too much power down there. 

Closing my book, I placed it on the ground and shot up. Blasting the elf with the white spell from earlier, the Quietus followed up with a powerful gust of black wind. The elf moaned in pain. 

“What was that?” I asked, using magic to get the ring in my hands. “Mieltan.” The ring melted instantly, and a long, bright orange blob took its place.

“We call them Elven Hymns,” The Quietus replied, blasting the elf with more air.

I could feel the heat radiating off the metal, but it would have to do for now. Even if I scorched my skin completely, it would be better than dying laying down. Moving my hands, the blob bent and stretched. Testing, I flicked my wrist quickly and a long, thin whip cracked in the air. Some of the embers burned my skin but I ignored them.

The elf began to chant again, but I cracked him with the iron whip before he could do as he pleased. The Quietus seemed pleased by this and moved in on the elf. Locking eyes with me, the elf smiled at me, its eyes alight with anger, and began to speak. I covered my ears and began to sing over his talking.

It happened very quickly, one second the Quietus was stalking closer to the elf and the next he was on the floor, screaming in pain, before doing nothing at all. Shocked, I hardly had time to recover before the elf was upon me.

Flicking and bending my hands, I lashed the elf harshly, but it did minimal damage. It slowed him down but did not stop his movement. The iron would not stop his magic the way it would stop the ielfen, but it hurt him all the same. Hitting his face harshly, the elf howled in pain before grabbing a piece of wood from the ground and flung it at me. I was able to break the board in half, but it gave the elf enough time to throw me backwards, sending me crashing into the kitchen island. 

Losing focus, the iron blob was gone. The ring clanged to the floor. The elf smiled at me then, his beautiful face contorting evilly to reveal a set of perfect teeth. He rushed me, but I was faster than he was. 

“Mieltan,” I screamed, the gentle melody lost in my panic.

The blob was back, but the elf did not seem to care. Deciding that I would have to cause him great bodily injury to stop him, I stretched my arms out completely. The elf grabbed a hold of me, his hands freezing, and squeezed my face tightly. I flinched back from the pain in my cheeks. He squeezed my skin tighter and spit right between my eyes.

“Who are you?” He roared, sending a powerful jolt of electricity through my body. “Tell me who you are, you leviathan!”

Pissed off and humiliated, I bared my teeth at him and replied, “Y/N.”

I closed my arms quickly, the iron burning into the back of his neck. The elf screamed out and dung his nails into my face. Kneeing his stomach, I shoved him back, the iron stretching with him. Pushing off the island, I crossed my arms and wrapped the iron around the elf’s neck. Closing my eyes, I yanked my arms down. I heard a loud scream, a pop, and then a thump. My eyes still closed; I could feel the elf’s blood pooling around my feet.

Opening my eyes, I realized how harshly I had been shaking. Looking at my feet, I stared at the pool of dark blue in horror. Refusing to look at the elf, I asked the broom and bucket to get rid of it. They got to work quietly and made quick work of it. It took a few minutes to get rid of the body. The blood had dried on my feet.

Looking around the cottage, I was heartbroken at its state. Everything had been destroyed. All of my furniture, the dining table, and the front door had been completely shattered along with a vast majority of the front entrance. There was a large gaping hole in the side of the house. In the distance, the smoke was much larger now and thicker. 

My fears heightened and I realized that they were dying. There were people in Bangtan who were dying. Frantic, I took a few steps toward the light when the silver chain glistened in the sun. I took two steps back. There was nothing I could do. 

Turning, my eyes caught sight of the Quietus. He had not moved an inch. With great sorrow, I moved towards his body and let out a shaky breath. Whatever the elf had done ripped right through the man’s chest. Kneeling beside him, I wept.

“Y/N,” I heard someone call out. “Remember.”

Sobbing, I screamed in my frustration. I was so sick and tired of these cryptic messages and idiotic subliminals. If it was my job to protect this forest, then they should at least help me do it.

“Choice. Make the choice.” The wind called out again.

Looking down at the Quietus, I thought about what they could mean. The wolf was still fresh in my mind, but I was sure that the vision had taken place in the village. There was no way I could make it there in order to help anyone without the sun setting. It was still mid-afternoon. 

A sacrifice…

Eyes widening, I looked over the creature with a newfound hope. I would be the sacrifice, and he would be my target. Racing into my bedroom, I quickly grabbed my standing mirror and brought it into the living room. Placing it beside my altar, I quickly cut open my finger with my favorite knife and began to write the runes needed to call Thelma. It was Enver who showed up in the reflection.

“Enver!” I exclaimed, gathering the materials I knew I would need for this. “I need your mother! Now!”

“She’s gathering people to help Foxglove,” He replied, a spell book in his lap. “I told her what I knew, and she ran to find Shiloh. I haven’t seen your future since the wolves left.”

“I need to make a blood sacrifice to Eir. I need to offer her something for another’s life.”

Enver seemed at a loss for words but recovered quickly, “What are you sacrificing?”

“My powers. My immortality. Everything. Whatever it takes to get this fucking chain off of my leg so I can help these people.”

Enver opened his book but stopped. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

“The man that I love is out there,” I picked up my large, ceremonial dagger and took it to lay beside the Quietus’s body. “I don’t care how stupid you think I am. I need to help him and my friends. Now tell me the damn spell.”

“You’re more capricious than usual,” He mumbled sarcastically. 

“I just beheaded an elf so excuse me if my patience is low,” I snapped, attempting to calm my racing heart.

Walking me through the spell, I circled the Quietus’s body in salt before slicing my hand open and going over it in my blood. Marking his forehead with the blood, the ‘x’ smudged and thick but good enough to perform the ritual. Enver told me to gather yellow candles along with a few colors that represented Eir to help with the connection. Finally, once Enver was satisfied with the placement, he told me I could start the spell.

“Yfel gieldan hê all êow êow,” I sang, my voice cracking as my exhaustion began catching up to me. “Efen wlancsêcan êow.”

Taking the dagger, I plunged it into my stomach.

Blinking, when I opened my eyes I found myself floating in a white space. It was quiet, not even the sound of my breathing could be heard. Looking down, I saw a pool of blood at my feet. Touching my stomach with my hands, I could still feel the deep wound. Another pair of feet joined mine and I looked up.

The air was knocked out of me. Staring up at her, it was impossible to think how little my own faded memories did of her. She was so much prettier in person, and I could hardly breathe when I met her bright blue eyes. My lip wobbled and I saw a small tear slip out of her eye when she smiled at me.

“Aldara,” I cried out, wrapped in her arms.

Her hugs were just as tight and warm as I remembered, only I had forgotten about the little squeezes she liked to add or the way he gently swayed. Crying, I looked at her face and swore I saw heaven. Her hair was short, inky, and spiked in every direction while her skin was darker than I recall. Her eyes were gentle and sweet and so different from the hard stares I remembered in my later years. She cradled my face as though it were the finest China and kissed me on the nose.

“My darling,” She sighed. “I’m so proud of you.”

I smiled back at her, attempting to stop the never-ending stream of tears. She used her thumbs to brush them away. Losing my voice again, I leaned into her touches.

“You’ve done well, Y/N,” She said, her voice velvety and soft. “Your sacrifice has been accepted.”

Another fresh set of tears fell from my eyes, and I crashed back into my aunt.

“I’m sorry,” I cried. “I’m s-so s-s-sorry. I should’ve been there. I should have helped you. I should-”

“Hush,” Aldara placed a hand on my head. “You did everything just right.”

“But-”

“This was your destiny,” Aldara said, amusement clear. “This was all meant to happen, darling. You are going to do so many amazing things. Let it go, Y/N. I am here, and I am safe, and you are so much more than you think you are.”

Sniffling, I removed myself from the hug but kept her hands in mine. I needed her to be touching me and reassuring me. I needed this lifeline before I broke down once more.

“Eir has accepted your sacrifice,” She repeated. “The man will live. You have given up your immortality and your place here in the spirit realm.”

I nodded.

“However,” Aldara grinned, “For your act of bravery, your selflessness, and for all of the services you have and will provide this land, she has decided that you will keep not only your ability to shift but your magic as well.”

“Will I lose Shiloh?” I asked.

Aldara frowned, “I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, “No, don’t be.”

“You have until sunrise to say your goodbyes,” She reassured me. “You will never hear or see the spirits again, but we will always be watching. We will always give you guidance, but you must listen.

“You will not be bound to the cottage, and the knowledge within it is yours, but be warned. Your journey will be difficult, and you will face many challenges- that is what you have gained with your offering.”

Nodding again, I hugged Aldara once more. I knew our time here was coming to an end. I thanked the Gods for allowing me this final goodbye. I heard a familiar voice called back.

“You’re welcome.”

Standing a few yards away was a beautiful woman, her golden blonde hair glistening in the strange halo that surrounded her. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously and a smile played at her lips. Aldara winked at me. I laughed in disbelief, roughly rubbing the tears and snot off of my face. Aldara squeezed me one more time before letting go. Rosette waved at me before disappearing.

“When you wake, the man will also be there. The both of you will need to run to Foxglove immediately. They’re running out of time and the one they will need is the one you have saved.”

The whiteness began to fade. Looking at Aldara, she started to disappear as well. Gripping her hands tighter, I told her that I loved her.

“I love you more,” She replied, pulling me in for a quick kiss on the forehead. 

Grabbing my face, she put her lips to my ear.

“Find Naida,” She whispered.

Then she was gone.

Blinking, I was back in the cottage. Enver was gone, the runes worn off, and the Quietus was staring at me. He seemed confused, but I could sense a level of disbelief in his eyes. Looking around, the cottage was still just as fucked as it had been before. 

Rolling onto my side, I pulled myself up. When I looked down to find my equilibrium, I was shocked to find the scars were done. Touching my face, the long scar that had been there was lost as well. An incredulous laugh bubbled out of my mouth.

“You saved my life,” The Quietus said, almost as if he did not believe it himself.

“I did,” I replied, pulling myself up. “We don’t have time to talk. We need to leave.”

“Wait,” The Quietus grabbed my hand. “Thank you. I owe you one.” The Quietus stood up effortlessly without tugging my arm at all. “I am Cadoc. And you are Bridd, I presume.”

Nodding my head, I took my hand back, “Just call me Y/N.”

Cadoc offered me a small smile before fixing his eyes on the even larger mushroom of smoke in the distance. Stepping forward, I hesitated as I stepped closer and closer into the sun. However, when I looked down at my ankle, I found the chain gone. The chilling numbness I had grown so used to had vanished and all that was left behind was a thin line of lightness around my ankle. Looking down, up, and then down again, I steadied my breath.

Taking a few steps backwards, I locked my eyes on the smoke up ahead. With one exhale, I was running into the sun. The sunshine on my skin, I thought for only a second before I was a bird soaring through the sky. For the first time in my life, it felt easy. I heard Cadoc shouting and looked down. The Quietus was running directly underneath me.

“Go find the swamp witch!” He spoke. “I will find my brothers and sisters to figure out the plan of attack!”

I cawed in response before gliding to the left. That was the best way through the forest for our kind.

“See you on the other side!” Cadoc shouted.

I was diving into the trees shortly after and calling out to the forest. Everyone would know I was coming. Everyone would know that the world was turned upside down. With the only thing on my mind being the wolf surrounded by flames, I was sure I would keep whoever it was safe. Nothing in the world would hold me back now.

Racing through the trees, I recognized the path I was on and decided to change back into my human form. I was not sure I could use magic in my bird form, and I did not have time to waste figuring it out. Landing on the forest floor, I recognized the mushroom circles around me and knew I was very close to the village.

Closing my eyes, I steadied my breath. Thinking on my feet, I knew I needed to find where everyone had gone. Taking a risk, I closed my eyes again and began to sing under my breath. Opening my eyes, I began to drag my finger in the air and write down my coordinates. Aldara had taught me from an early age how to figure out where I had been. After writing the coordinates, I dragged the numbers to my arm, the marks scratching themselves into my skin. Afterwards, I placed Yoongi, Seokjin, and Wendy’s faces in my mind. With a final word, the scratches were gone, and I could only hope they made it to them. 

Above me, I could hear a bird shrieking. Heart swelling, I recognized Patto immediately. The little bird was barreling towards me, his little heart racing, and I could hear him calling out my name. Cupping my mouth, I shouted to him.

“Find Shiloh!”

He stopped right in front of me.

“She’s already on her way here. I was leading the way for her and Thelma.”

Nodding, I dashed in the direction he was flying from. Patto followed after me. It felt wrong to walk further away from Foxglove, but I knew I had to find Thelma. Cadoc had known who she was, and that alone had managed to catch my interest. How much had Thelma known and kept from me? 

Catching a flash of red hair, I increased my speed. Shiloh was no longer a bird, her spirit fully formed and beautiful. She had always taken my breath away. Tears streaming down my face, I crashed into her arms.

“We’re going to be alright,” She assured me, arms keeping me held up. “Everything will be okay, Y/N.”

Nodding, I let go of her and found Thelma. She seemed lost for words staring at me. Pulling myself together, I nodded toward the direction the village was in.

“We have to help them,” I told her. “I don’t have time to explain, but the Quietus are not the enemy right now.”

Thelma shook her head in disbelief but did not question me. Letting me know that the sea coven was on their way and the Kim’s were collecting the others, Thelma began to break down the plan.

“We’ll need to get iron,” She looked over at Shiloh who said she had some animals looking for everything they could spot. “Bridd and I will go in first until Yoona gets here. Her and I will be the main forces. The Kim’s are skilled but I’m sure they’ll be busy with keeping Seokjin alive.”

I shook my head, “Seokjin is far stronger than you give him credit for. Wendy will be the weakest link if they’re coming.”

Shiloh agreed. It was not as though the sea witch was useless, far from it, but I knew her aversion to violence would not be helpful. Seokjin would have to work hard enough for the both of them in order to keep her safe. I knew he would. I could only hope the others would be able to stay with him.

“You need to get to Sol,” Thelma said, looking at me. “Taehyung will need the extra support and I know you can manage. If you’re anything like Aldara, you’ll know how to figure this out.”

“I’ve already fought one,” I said absentmindedly.

Ignoring their gasps of surprise, I brought the conversation back.

“I’ll be with Taehyung as long as you can promise me, you’ll keep Jimin safe.”

“With my life,” Shiloh said. “I swear to you, Y/N. No one will touch him.”

Nodding, I knew we had to start moving again. This plan would have to figure itself out as it went. I could smell the fire now. A loud scream echoed through the trees, and I spun.

“We need to move,” Thelma demanded, already breaking out into a run.

Without hesitation, I followed behind her. Catching Patto still hovering, I called out to my friend.

“Lead the others here,” I said. “I’m not sure what to do but get them to Thelma!”

The little bird flew away quickly. Huffing, I ran as fast as I could. I could feel how much my legs struggled to keep up with the others. The burning in my chest was unbearable, but I pushed through it. I could not get tired. I would not let my body let me down. 

At the edge of the village, I stared down the wooden gate in horror. The entire thing was ablaze. The screams from the people inside were deafening and I found myself transported to another time.

“Aldara!” The wolf dropped the arm from its mouth before growling at me.

No, I scolded myself. I needed to be strong. I could not lose my focus. Shiloh reached out and placed a loving hand on my shoulder. My skin cooled immediately. Sparing her a thankful look, I went back to the catastrophe before me.

“I’ll take the north,” Thelma said, pointing to the front entrance. “Shiloh, do what you do best. Y/N- do whatever you think is right.”

The three of us looked at another. The tension was palpable, and I could only hope that we would see one another again. Looking between the women, I tried to memorize each of their features. Taking extra time on Shiloh, I knew we would only have tonight. I prayed that I would get another chance to look at her.

“Iċ lufie þē,” I said to them both.

“I love you more,” Shiloh replied, her voice thick.

Thelma said nothing. Without another word, she nodded before making her way to the front gate. Shiloh reached out for me, kissed my forehead, and then disappeared. Immediately, I heard a loud shout over the others and flinched. She was in the middle of it all. Taking a deep breath, I raised my hands.

Singing, I began to draw a door in front of me. Closing my eyes, I pictured the cave. It was a great place to start. I doubted anyone was in there and it was a stealthy way to get into the palace on the other side of the village. Hopefully I can find Taehyung and bring him to me. Drawing the knob, I grabbed a hold of the handle and opened the door.

Darkness greeted me on the other side, and I quickly stepped through. Closing it behind me, the door disappeared. As quickly as I stood in the cave, I was on the ground. Struggling against the person who grabbed me, I used a spell to lift us off the ground. The person did not seem to notice. Looking around, I noticed a familiar smell around me and relaxed. The person seemed confused.

“I’m not an elf,” I announced, keeping my voice down. “Are you with Cadoc?”

I was immediately let go. Planting my feet back on the ground, I turned to look at whoever held me. She was beautiful, her black hair flowing in the wind that surrounded her. While I could feel the gentle breeze, it seemed to be coming off of her body rather than somewhere else. Her eyes shone in the darkness and her face was stern.

“Are you the bird?” She asked, her voice rough and deep.

I nodded, “Y/N.”

“Samanya,” She replied, giving me a stiff bow. “Do you have others?”

“Yes, my friends are witches. They’re coming to aid the wolves. My spirit friend, Shiloh, is also here to help.”

“We will not attack them,” The woman assured me. “Go and do what you must. My brother said you are special.”

Taken aback, I could only think to ask the dumbest question on my mind.

“Cadoc is your brother?”

“Not by blood,” Samanya replied.

I nodded back. Turning on my heel, I wished the Quietus woman good luck.

“Wait,” She called to me.

I turned back around.

“Where is a good place for an archer around here?”

I thought for a moment.

“Well, the watch tower normally. I would say to go to the top of the cave but there is little cover. The sun is setting now, though.”

The woman spared me a smirk.

“I’ll wait until nightfall then. Thank you, Bird.”

“You’re quite welcome,” I turned back around. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some things I need to take care of.”

“Wait,” She called out again. “Would you like some clothes?”

Looking down, I realized that I was still very naked. Covering my chest, I nodded. Samanya chuckled, pulling off her overcoat. She wore a simple, thin tank top underneath it. Her skin had an otherworldly, strange, blue tint to it that glistened. Hanging the coat to me, I decided to use magic to make it easy to shrink and stretch with my body. After, I ripped the sleeves off it before throwing it on. The breeze felt uncomfortable on my heat, and I struggled to ignore it. Still, I knew I needed to start moving.

Walking out of the cave, I stuck to the sides and slowly crept around. On either side of me all I could see was fire and smoke. It was almost impossible to see through. Deciding that I would not get far in this form, I hopped into my raven and flew overhead. No one paid any mind to me, but I had a large view of the battle ground from up here. The coat felt strange against my feathers, but not unbearably so.

The sea coven had joined the fight, along with the others, and just as I thought Seokjin was too busy protecting Wendy to think about anything else. Yoongi and his mother worked in tandem, fighting the elves with relative ease. Shiloh’s skin glowed strangely in the sun as she fought, and I could tell the elves tried to avoid her if they could. Unsurprisingly, however, she was meticulous and stood her ground. Beside her was a large, silver wolf shredding an elf. 

Immediately I wanted to go to him. I could see blood staining his fur. but he seemed fine otherwise. It seemed like his adrenaline was keeping him going. Still, I wanted to make sure he would be alright with my own two eyes. I knew, however, that far more pressing matters had to be attended to first. Shiloh was with him, and she would keep him safe. That would have to keep me satisfied for now.

Calling out, I swooped down further into the city. The fire had engulfed just about everything. I could see bodies everywhere, both elf and wolf alike, and I grew sick. I could not imagine who had fallen already, but I hoped it would be those I had not known. My selfishness threw me for a loop, but I pushed the guilt down.

In a technicolor world, I picked out Taehyung easily. He was not fully shifted, his claws and teeth bared for everyone to see. I noticed strips of fur beginning to break through his skin and wondered how it felt. Deciding the best way to get his attention would be to help, I increased my speed and dove toward the elf he was fighting. Using my talons, I gave it a deep lash on the face before shifting.

Taking the elf down, I used the spell to melt the iron ring. Pressing it against the elf’s face, I stared stone-faced as it screamed. Adjusting myself, I swung my leg across its chest and sat on it. The elf continued to scream in pain, and I pulled the iron toward its neck. Wrapping the molten metal around it, I lifted its head before breaking it off. 

Blood splattered on my face, but I gave it little thought. I had no time to get sick. Getting back to my feet, I looked for Taehyung. He was already fighting another one. Moving my hands, I cracked the elf in the face with the iron while Taehyung got a good grip on its face. Turning away, I spotted Yoongi a few yards away. The elf screamed. 

Taehyung pressed his back into mine, the two of us covering the other while we waited for more to come. Yoongi shouted a loud incantation at an elf. It was down before I could blink. 

“How?” Taehyung demanded; his voice unconventionally hard.

“Sacrifice,” I replied. “It’s a long story. We need to get to Sol.”

Taehyung grunted, “We can go together. Stay back-to-back as long as possible.”

I shook my head vigorously, “Magic is the only way. We’ll never make it there in time like this.”

Turning to meet his eyes, I was disheartened to see scars forming on his tanned skin. Taehyung hardly seemed to notice they were there at all. From behind me I heard Yoongi yell.

“I’ll fend them off! Go!”

Grabbing a hold of Taehyung’s hands, I instructed him to think of Sol’s face. I did the same, every freckle and line of her smile came to me easily. Praying that Tae had the same memories, I began to sing. I kept my eyes trained on him though I knew there were creatures falling all around us. With a final word, we were surrounded by stones.

Taehyung seemed to know where we were, and I followed him wordlessly. The palace was quiet, eerily so, and I wondered if we were too late. Making our way up a flight of stone stairs, the two of us walked slowly to the top. I swore I saw a glimpse of white, but it was too late to say anything. 

All at once, we were surrounded. Elves were everywhere, their inhumane beauty unsettling and frightful. Taehyung gritted his teeth and growled deeply. Knowing that my spell would be useless against so many, I wracked my brain for something else that might be better for something like this. I had never been more disappointed in my magical abilities before.

The elves ran at us all at once. There had been at least ten of them, and those were the ones I could count, but I was unsure how many there actually were. Taehyung barked orders at me with ease. The two of us walked down the stairs without looking back. With my whip in hand, I cracked it at them to keep them away as we descended. Taehyung seemed to contemplate his options. A wolf would give him more range of motion, but I would be more vulnerable to an attack. The elves, however, could start their hymn and kill us both.

“Can you do anything else?” He asked me, not unkindly.

I shook my head, “I didn’t have time to figure out a good spell.”

Taehyung breathed through his nose heavily.

“Keep them away from you,” The alpha ordered. “I’m going to shift.”

I nodded. Taking the whip, I wrapped it in a large circle around us. Taehyung seemed pleased with the elves’ new hesitance. 

“They’re voices make you do whatever they say,” I told the wolf. “They’ll need us to stay close for it to work.”

“I’ll go up the stairs as quickly as possible,” Taehyung decided.

“And I’ll give them a good show,” I replied.

With the plan made, I used a spell to make the iron stretch even further. The hot metal brushed against the elves making them scream out in pain. Lifting my hands up, the circle grew larger, and I willed it to spin. Taehyung used the distraction to shift. His wolf was beautiful, golden yellow, and he was massive. Towering over all of us, Taehyung howled before charging through the lines of elves. I smelled his fur burning, but he did not look back. Knowing that it was my turn, I moved the iron like a wave.

The metal surged forward and covered the tops of their heads before coming back to encircle me. Successfully getting most of their attention, I began to make a show of the metal. Bending and twisting it to my will, I slapped away the elves as they continued to rush forward. I knew this farce would not last very long, but it was my best chance at coming up with another plan. Cracking the metal again, I sent another elf flying. 

Behind me, I heard doors slamming open and I hoped help had come. Not taking the chance of looking back, I continued to fight what I could see. Better to fight the evil I knew and hope for the best. Either way, I had a feeling my death would be swift.

“Cyning îsengelôma ecg!” A voice shouted.

Smiling wickedly, I sent another elf back. Enver stood beside me, his short stature and wild hair bringing me more peace than I could have realized. I knew he had not come alone, and I smelled a Quietus nearby.

“I found Cadoc,” The boy explained. “Mama doesn’t know I’m here.”

Scoffing, I continued to keep the elves away from me. I felt it before I saw the elf. All at once, my arms dropped and the lava surrounding me was at my feet. Falling to the floor, I could no longer breathe. The iron stayed strong around me. I could hear the struggle but was unable to think past it without seeing the iron lose its fluidity.

“Nâwa ðêode.”

Air seeped its way into my lungs as I coughed. Proud that I had kept the barrier up, I looked up at the boy to see him looking impassively at the elves. Their lips were unable to move, and I could sense the panic building within them. Helping me up, Enver explained that it would only last for five minutes. Nodding, I gave him the iron ring. 

“Keep this,” I instructed. 

Deciding to test my skill, I recalled the incantation the swamp witch had used earlier. Lifting my hands, I pointed at an elf before shouting. It fell to its knees without another word. Giddy, I smiled once more before joining in on the fight. I could hear Cadoc fighting somewhere behind me and trusted his abilities. Without their tongues, the elves could not touch him. 

“Well done,” I heard the Quietus call out to me as I killed another elf.

“We need to go help Taehyung,” Enver called out.

Cadoc dropped the last elf a moment later. Running up the stairs, I did not check to see if the others were following. Sliding into the long corridor, I went toward the sounds on the left end. Sure enough, Taehyung was fighting five by himself. Behind him sat a small, sickly Sol. She could hardly move and sweat stuck to her forehead. Still, she growled deeply and swung her arms as much as her spent body could. 

Anger surged through me, and I found myself wanting to fight. All of the anger and frustration had led to this moment, and before I could stop myself, I was yelling. Two elves dropped immediately. My vision was turning red, and I felt my hands beginning to shake. The other three turned their attention to me. A loud squawk echoed off the walls when I opened my mouth.

“Cyning îsengelôma ecg!” I cried.

One elf dropped and Taehyung made quick work of the other two. Sol whimpered and growled helplessly on the floor. With the elves gone, I shook my head to clear my thoughts. My hands still shook. Rushing to Sol’s side, the wolf snarled and snapped at me with little regard. She looked feral. Taehyung came to her side, his golden fur shining gently in the moonlight through the windows, as he nuzzled her gently. The omega sagged in relief as tears poured from her eyes.

“Stay with her,” I heard Cadoc say from behind me.

Taehyung’s fur stood up on end, readying himself for an attack. I reached out for him. Sol lunged at me, her claws digging deeply into the skin of my arm. Crying out in pain, I begged her to let me go. She only growled and cut deeper into my flesh.

Taehyung licked her face, and her hands were gone a second later. Curling into him, Sol cried and whined helplessly. Her eyes were far away. Unable to look at her anymore, I turned to her mate.

“He’s with me,” I explained. “Stay with Sol. She’s unwell.”

Taehyung seemed torn but ultimately chose to lay down beside Sol. I told Enver to stay with them while Cadoc and I went back to the center. The witch easily accepted this and made himself comfortable on the floor a few feet away from the aggressive wolf. Handing me back my ring, he told me that I would need it depending on what vision came true.

“Come on,” I said, brushing against Cadoc’s smoking body.

The fire was still raging on as we walked back out. There were more bodies piled up now and I refused to look at them for too long. I could not see a friend like that, and I did not want to find pleasure in my enemies dying. Running, the two of us were back in the action quickly. I caught sight of Namjoon on the other side of the village. He was fighting viciously. Beside him were two other wolves I did not recognize. Shiloh’s body was easily picked out in the darkness, and I was pleased to see her unharmed. It looked like she was rounding up those who were unable to shift. Jimin was out of my sight.

An elf ran toward me, a large, toothy smile on its face. Raising my hands to defend myself, I jumped when the elf went down first. Walking closer to it, I saw a large, long arrow sticking out of its head.

“Samanya,” I said, absentmindedly.

“You’ve met?” Cadoc asked, hands shooting out smoke that encapsulated an elf.

“Briefly,” I replied, taking down another elf. 

Arrows were shooting everywhere, and I asked Cadoc if there were others.

“Just Samanya and Lorcan.”

The chaos had become tiring, and I could feel my arms growing heavy. I had not stretched my magic out this much before. My body felt stiff and cramped, but I pushed on. I heard a piercing whine from the other side of me. Turning, I caught a glimpse of a wolf trapped in the arms of an elf. Turning my attention to them, I quickly got rid of the elf and ran to help the wolf.

I did not recognize the black and brown wolf, but I knew he needed help. Using a quick transportation spell, we were shrouded in darkness within the forest. Looking around, I knew we were far away from the village going north. The wolf quickly shifted back into their human form, and I gasped in horror.

“Hoseok!” I shouted, running my hands over his body. 

The wolf was crying in pain, his face twisted, and his body writhed. Touching him, I could tell his ribs were broken. He would not be able to fight anymore tonight. I began to perform a healing spell. I could feel myself crying but I did not acknowledge it.

“I need…” The wolf struggled to speak. “I need to get- back.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said, my voice sharp as my tears fell. “You’ll die!”

“Hyuna-” He tried to sit up but howled in pain. 

“She will be fine,” I promised. “You need to stay here and don’t make a sound.”

Hoseok nodded reluctantly.

“I’m-” He hissed when I applied a small amount of pressure to his right side, “-I’m glad you’re- alright.”

Once I was satisfied with my work, I began to use a camouflage spell on him. It was difficult and required patience, but I knew it so well after the years working with the wolves that it was easier than it should have been. Hoseok fought the urge to sleep, and I used a spell to force his eyes closed.

“Rest. You need to heal,” I said, wiping my tears roughly. “We will get you soon.”

Hoseok was already asleep before he could answer. 

“Please be okay,” I whispered to myself before drawing a door back to the village. 

Returning, I was back where I had last been. A pool of blood had stained the grass and I found myself crying again. He had to be okay. He had to be. 

Taking a moment to look around, I felt defeated seeing the decimation all around me. The village had been such a beautiful place and now it was ash. Steeling myself, I knew I needed to be strong right now. I could fall apart later.

Taking a deep breath, I began to run. Finding Jimin was my main goal right now. Making my way across the field, I decided to preserve my energy. Instead of using the incantation spell, I stopped and grabbed an arrow stuck in an elf’s head. Ripping it out of place, I melted the iron down and circled it around my body. Garnering the attention of a few elves, I paused before continuing my hunt.

Standing tall, I cracked the metal whip. With the elves distracted, I made quick work of the small group with magic. Putting the metal around my body, I was beginning to feel just how burned the palms of my hands were. Still, I marched on in my pursuit of Jimin.

The last time I had seen him was when I first arrived in Foxglove. The chaos had only gotten worse since. Hearing my name being called, I fought off one more elf before twisting to find the source. 

“Y/N!” Yoongi screamed.

Running towards him, I could tell that Yoongi was hurt. He seemed unable to focus his eyes on anything and he stumbled around clumsily. Catching my friend, I forced the melt to form a large, dome-like sphere around us.

“What happened?” I asked, trying to calm his hysterical shouting.

“I can’t see,” He screamed. “It keeps getting worse!”

Clutching his face, Yoongi clawed at his eyes and smacked his head. Grabbing his hands, I pried them away from his face so I could get a look at him. I asked him to breathe and use a light spell. With the dome illuminated, I took my fingers and opened the witch’s eye wide.

It was cloudy, his iris hardly visible, and completely glazed over. One eye looked worse than the other, but he was unable to follow any movements of mine. He was in pain and my heart broke. I had no idea how to fix something like this. 

“You need to see someone,” I mumbled. “Enver is safe. I’m sending you to him so he can look at you.”

“Please don’t leave me,” Yoongi cried, clutching onto me like a lifeline. “I’m scared, Y/N.”

Clutching him close, I reassured him the best way I could. Deciding that I could not wait any longer, I closed my eyes. Holding him close, I began writing in the air with my finger. Yoongi was inconsolable and unaware of what was happening. Feeling awful, I took advantage of his disability to send a note to Enver. Moments later a faint glow encapsulated Yoongi.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered before letting him go.

Yoongi screamed as he disappeared. Catching my breath, the weight on my shoulders began to weigh down heavily but I knew I could not give up. Standing, I lifted my hands and sent the iron shooting out forcefully. A few elves were waiting and had been cut in half. Bile built up in my throat at the sight of them and I could not help from coughing it up. Wiping my mouth, I went back to running.

There were more elves than wolves on the ground. I had never known much about their kind, and Aldara hated talking about them, but it seemed like they were a never-ending force. Now I could tell that we were winning. Some had begun running back into the forest. 

Catching sight of Wendy on her own, my heart dropped, and I acted on instinct. Running to her, the sea witch almost cried in relief once she saw me. Wrapped her in my arms, the witch looked shell shocked. Keeping her safe behind my back, I started fighting once more.

“Where’s Seokjin?” I asked, taking out another elf.

“His father was hurt,” She answered, her voice trembling and raw. “He said he would be right back but that was a long time ago.”

Gritting my teeth, I brought down two more elves. I instructed Wendy on what to do if any of them came close, and like Yoongi, she seemed reluctant to let me go. 

“Wendy,” I said, clutching her shoulders. “I have to find Jimin, and you need to find Jin. Okay?”

She nodded, her bottom lip wobbling. Kissing her cheek, I gave her one last look before running off again. I caught sight of Yoona and Hoji fighting together. Feeling better about our chances, I began to look around for my familiar. Shiloh had been easily spotted before, but I knew her physical form would be gone in a few hours. Her powers had to be lessening as the clock ticked. 

Finally catching sight of her red hair, I ran toward her very quickly. She was surrounded by a large group of elves, and while a few hours ago they would have been a quick defeat, now I could tell Shiloh was struggling. Shouting, I took down one elf. Joining her, Shiloh seemed pleased to be together once more. The fire returned into her skin again, I was happy to see a gentle glow coming off her. It took us no time at all to get rid of the group. 

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” She sighed, grabbing hold of me.

“Thither Jimin?” I demanded, returning her hug quickly.

Looking around now there were no other fights happening. It seemed like the village had gotten ten times quieter. In the distance, I heard the sound of a horn and whatever elves had been left behind were running into the trees.

“Swilc tîrêadig,” Shiloh reassured me, running her hands down my face. “He chased a group into the forest with his brother and Jungkook.”

Nodding, I finally heard screams of “retreat.” Whoever had stayed to fight were now gone. Those who refused to leave were taken care of very quickly. On edge, I did not let my guard down. Even if they left now, they would be back. Shiloh wrapped an arm around me.

“Where’d you go?” She asked. “I felt you leave earlier.”

Springing back to life, I told her about Hoseok’s condition. Nodding, Shiloh was gone and a second later was back with the alpha in her arms. He was still asleep, the spell I had used in full effect. Relieved that he was safe, I reached for him and began another look over.

“Hoseok!” A blood-curdling scream echoed through the village.

Hyuna was running, her eyes wild, and in hysterics. Stepping out of the way, I did not stop her from grabbing hold of him. Shiloh spoke with her gently, understanding her grief, and tried to calm her down. 

“He’s just sleeping,” I tried to interject but the wolf was not paying attention to a word I said.

Stepping away to give them space, I looked around and finally sighed. The entire village was destroyed. The homes and business to the east were completely burnt down and the only structure left had been the palace. Bodies were everywhere and a sob wracked through my body looking at it all. 

Having enough of the facade, I let my tears fall freely as I cradled my head. Sniffling, I rubbed my face and began to check to see if anyone at my feet could be saved. Unfortunately, I came back empty handed. Another distraction, I grabbed a hold of the mind-numbing task and continued to check.

Stumbling across a witch, I could not hold back the cry of pain I let out when I recognized Cordelia. She was ashen, her skin not yet cold, but her heart long gone. Her stiff body was hard to drag out from under the elves keeping her trapped, I grunted and groaned as I pulled her body. I heard my name being called from somewhere behind me, but I pointedly ignored it.

My anxiety began to build as my own fatigue began to hit me in waves. I could barely keep my arms up and my body ached, but I could not just leave her here to rot. The witch had always been so kind to me. The memory of stealing from her garden filled my head as my cries became harsher. Vision blurring, I screamed in frustration as I continued to struggle.

“Bird!” The voice was beside my ear now and locked my arms down.

Fighting against the grip, I shook the person off and went back to grab Cordelia’s arms. Hands reached for mine, but I slapped them away. Angry, I whipped around.

“Lufian nealles hrepung me!” I shouted.

Shaking, I went back to Cordelia. This time the hands chose to help me instead of guiding me away. Lost to the world around me, I kept all of my focus and energy on getting the witch out of the pile. With another hard tug from the two of us, Cordelia’s body was freed. 

Looking around helplessly, I was unsure what to do now. She was out but she was still dead. She would always be dead. Crying, I let the person wrap their arms around me. Being held felt better than I thought it would, and I held onto them like a lifeline.

“She’s gone,” The voice said, and I started to recognize that I knew who this was. “All you’re doing is hurting yourself.”

Sniffing hard, I leaned back and was face-to-face with Samanya. I was confused why she had come to me at all, but I was grateful, nonetheless. She seemed unfazed by the carnage, and I wondered what she had witnessed in her life. Forcing myself back together again, I let go of her.

“Your friends need you,” Samanya continued. “Be strong. You can cry later.”

Nodding, I wiped my tears and took a few deep breaths. Coming back to reality, I found that many had survived though injured. Bodies were being picked up and taken off to be worked on. Realizing that I would be helpful, I pulled myself in that direction.

A hand caught my shoulder.

“Stop,” The Quietus said. “You have others, yes?”

I nodded, confused and uncomfortable.

“Help them,” She demanded. “You don’t need to traumatize yourself further. We will be taking care of the sick.”

Dazed, I chose not to argue with her and went to find the other witches. I needed to know our numbers. Walking through the bodies and burning buildings, I called out for everyone I could think of. Shiloh was still with Hyuna, so I let her stay where she was. The wolf looked like she was having a nervous breakdown.

“Help him,” I whimpered, pointing at Hoseok’s fallen form.

“He is first on my list, Bird.”

The first witch I came across was Thelma. She was limping and seemed to have a hard time getting around. Making my way to her, I wrapped her arm around my shoulders and helped her adjust her weight. With a quick thank you, Thelma asked for a second to catch her breath.

“Let's get you looked at,” I mumbled.

Calling out for help, a Quietus I had never seen before materialized before us. Quickly checking over her body, the creature seemed to know Thelma as he called her by her name.

“Thank you, Lorcan,” Thelma whispered, taking hold of the Quietus.

The two of us maneuvered her the best we could to not hurt the witch further. The Quietus did not reply to her, but I could not blame him. Things were happening and small talk would be useless. After taking hold of her Lorcan looked me over, and I tried to figure out where I had heard the name before.

“I’m fine,” I said, knowing what he was looking for.

The Quietus nodded before disappearing with Thelma. Continuing to look for others, I found a small group of them near the edge of the forest. I could already see Yoona freaking out while Heji and Hoji made futile efforts to calm her down. Realizing that Yoongi was still with Enver, I quickly ran up to the group to let her know that her son was alive.

“Mâl is nealles hêore!” Yoona screamed at Hoji. 

“Shouting hêrespel ne lof âhwæðer,” The other witch bit back.

“Both of you stop,” Heji scolded, her eyes clearly tired.

Approaching everyone, I decided to make myself known.

“He’s with Enver,” I said.

Three heads snapped toward me. Yoona sighed, relief washing over her face. Scooping me up, the kitchen witch cried. Hands brushing over my body, my face, and my hair, Yoona kissed my face. Her tears wet my skin. Hugging her, I continued to tell her about Yoongi.

She nodded, still clinging to me. “Thank you, thank you; thank you. I love you so much. Oh, God, my baby.”

While she wailed, I rubbed her back soothingly and tried to give her time to collect herself. It was unlike Yoona to show much strong emotion. While not as stoic as her son, or as erratic as her mother, Yoona was a strong, impassive woman. This was uncharted territory for me to handle and I was unsure if I was helping her at all.

With Yoona hanging from my neck, I looked at the twins. They looked more like Seokjin than ever. Their wide eyes and open mouths drank in my body as if they were seeing a ghost. Awkwardly smiling, I let them know they were not hallucinating.

Hoji snapped into action, throwing her arms around me with unbelievable laughter bubbling from her lips. Heji was still stuck in place. 

“How?” Hoji gaped at me, eyes darting across my face.

“Not now,” I whispered, holding Yoona tighter. “We have to take care of the others first.”

Not knowing if I should bring up Cordelia, I decided to save it for later. I doubted any of them could handle that right now. Slowly removing Yoona’s grip from my body, I passed her off to Hoji who took her with a knowing look. Heji had inched closer to me now, uncertain but far less afraid than she seemed before. 

“We need to round up the others,” I started, “I’m going to go find Taehyung. Yoongi’s with him and the kid in the palace. Sol was too sick to be left alone.”

“Oh!” Yoona suddenly exclaimed, reaching for me again. “I saw Jimin earlier. He was with some wolves running after a big group of them.”

Nodding, I replied, “If you see him before I do tell him I’m safe. Try to find his mother and sister-in-law. One is old and the other is a human.”

“I’ll take care of that,” Heji finally spoke for the first time since seeing me. “Park, right?”

Taking extra care to let them know that I would be fine, I squeezed the three women before taking off. I was exhausted and I was not confident my magic would carry me far enough. Legs burning and heavy, I ran. Hearing thundering footsteps coming up behind me, I spared a look over my shoulder and saw Namjoon flanking me. 

Slowing down, the wolf skidded to a stop next to me and bowed his head down. Understanding, I pulled myself on his huge body using his fur and told him to take me to the palace. 

We were across the village soon after and the alpha was able to climb the large, rocky hill with little trouble. What would have taken me ten minutes on my own, Namjoon did in two. Bursting through the already open doors, Namjoon bounded up the stairs and toward the last place I had left the group. 

Sliding off of Namjoon, Enver let the others know I was there. Yoongi still lacked his eye-sight and touched the walls around him and asked for help standing. Noticing Taehyung and Sol’s absence, I asked where they went.

“They’re in the room,” Enver answered. “The chick started biting and snapping at Yoongi, so he took her to calm down.”

Yoongi stumbled over but Namjoon caught him with his muzzle. The witch cried out in surprise and the kid had to catch him.

“It’s just a wolf, Yoon,” He said, balancing Yoongi.

I had never seen him so out of sorts before. Yoongi was moving bizarrely, his body jerky and reactive, but his eyes completely zoned out. Blinking without seeing, Yoongi forced himself to breathe and reach out his hand. Touching Namjoon’s nose, he seemed to relax before groaning.

“Lôc setnes man onwendan?” He cried.

“As soon as Thelma gets her hands on you,” I answered. “Or your mother. Either one should do the trick.” I hope so.

“Y/N?” He asked. “Is everyone okay?”

I bit my lip. Enver caught the action, eyebrows creasing, with a questioning look. I shook my head at him but found it hard to answer Yoongi’s question. I knew lying would be a disgusting thing to do. We all loved Cordelia, but I was afraid that this would be the wrong place to let that information out. Making eye contact with Namjoon, he nodded his large head at me. Taking that as my answer, despite him having no idea what had happened to my friend, I sighed gently.

“No,” I whispered.

No one said anything else. I doubted they really wanted to hear anymore. Enver continued to stare at me, and I felt the need to let him know that his mother was alive. The young boy nodded, the first set of tears I had ever seen from him building up in his eyes, and I could tell he had been worried. Namjoon rubbed the boy’s stomach with his head before gesturing toward the doors behind me.

Walking to the room, I hesitated momentarily before knocking. A gentle ‘come in’ came from the other side. Using my body weight, I shoved open the heavy, metal door. 

It was a nice room, the gentle lighting and warm toned furniture comforting. I knew it looked different from how it had always been. The furniture was thrown about in disarray, broken and shattered, with large claw marks covering the walls. Realizing that I was standing in Sol’s prison, I had to bite my tongue so as not to curse the very place Ahn stood. If he stood at all. With the somber realization that he had been completely absent from everything I was unsure if he had made it past the first surge. 

Sol and Taehyung were sitting on the floor. The bed had been completely demolished in her frenzied nights. Curled into his side, Sol looked much better than I last saw her. Her skin had gotten warmth back into it and her breathing was slower. Her head was buried in his neck taking in his scent like oxygen. Side eyeing me, Sol did not seem to mind my presence as she had before. Unconsciously, I ran my hand over the arm she dug into. I could feel the crescent scars healed over.

“They’ve gone for the time being,” I said. “You need to get down there, Tae. They’re so many people…”

I could not finish my thought. Cordelia’s face flashed through my mind. Her thousand-yard stare, the coldness of her skin; she was so, so heavy. Beside her face I was suddenly seeing Aldara’s arm hanging out of the wolf’s mouth and blinked back my tears. Knowing a new wave of tears were taking over, I cleared my throat and looked at the ceiling.

“I’ll be down soon,” He replied, “Sol just needs to feel safe.”

I nodded but said nothing more. What was there to say? Sniffling, I turned out of the room and rallied the boys. Enver and I helped Yoongi onto Namjoon’s back before getting on ourselves. The three of us only took up half of his back. 

Back at the village, I saw Shiloh helping the Quietus now. Hyuna and Hoseok must have been taken away to get him additional treatment. Asking me to let down to join the others, Namjoon stopped and took off with the boys to find help for Yoongi. 

Determined to find Jimin, I began to ask around if anybody had seen a silver wolf. I got the same story about the forest from everyone, but no one had seen any of them come back. Deciding to go look for them myself, I shifted and flew to the forest. Someone had said they had gone west, and I worried they had gotten hurt on the way back.

I had complete confidence in my mate, and from what I had heard about Jungkook he was no easy target. I knew I would find them, but if they would be injured or lost, I was unsure. Flying overhead, I looked for any abnormalities in the trees, but the thick green layer was almost impossible to see through even with my eyesight. Calling out for help, I waited for a response. 

It was a crow called Fala who answered my call. She had seen three wolves running toward Salhai Pond. Calling out my thanks, I raced toward the magindara infested waters in hopes to find the men. 

Salhai pond was an eerie place to be at night. The water shimmered unsuspectingly in the moonlight, but I knew better. At the edge of the pond sat a fish woman, her hair glistening and gleaming. Knowing I would get nowhere in this form, I pondered taking my chances by transforming. 

While all of the stories of the magindara were true, flesh-eating mer-people, I had heard Salhai people were tamer. Not kind, nor gentle, but tolerant. They tended to know who lived in Bangtan and who did not and picked their target accordingly. Thinking of Jimin, I shifted. I would rather take the risk than not see his face.

Stepping closer to the pond, the creature looked at me before I knew what was happening. With a low hiss, the woman bared her teeth at me menacingly. Lifting my hands in surrender, I tried a softer approach. 

“Wait,” I pleaded. “I’m just looking for my friends. They were chasing a group of elves that were attacking Foxglove.”

The magindara cocked her head at me. It was difficult to make out most of her expressions as the moonlight did little to light up the clearing. Her eyes reflected back like a wolves, and I knew she could see me perfectly. Keeping still, I waited patiently for a response.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

I had never heard one of their kind speak before. It was a throaty, airy sound that seemed to hiss from her throat. I wondered if it was painful. 

“Bridd,” I replied. “I am Y/N, the 9th Bridd of the Bangtan Forest.”

“Were,” The magindara hissed back. “You were. Now you’re not.”

I nodded, “Yes.”

Seeming satisfied with herself, the magindara grinned. Her teeth were serrated and glowed strangely in the moonlight. Fixing me with an amused look she pointed north.

“Wendy Byrd speaks of you often,” She seemed bored and picked at her nails, “You two are very close. Am I right?”

“She is one of my best friends,” I bit my lip and held back my emotions. I hoped she found Jin and was safe with the others. “I love her very dearly.”

The magindara gave me a once over, her hair flowing like a waterfall down her waist. She caught my gaze again and held it. I had no idea what she was looking for, but I had to hope it would be enough to get me out of this alive. Magindara could not leave the water for long, but she could get me to her if she truly wanted to. All she needed was a song and I would walk into her hands willingly.

“I will grant you passage,” She finally said, her voice taking on a sweeter tone. It sounded almost like she was beginning to mimic my own. “I am Meraud. You’d do best to remember that Bridd.”

Thanking the woman, I shifted once more and flew in the direction she pointed to. While I had no reason to believe her, and in fact I almost wanted to go the opposite way, I had a feeling she was not lying. Wendy had said they enjoyed games and whatever their end goal was would never be uncovered unless they wanted it to be. It was best that you stayed on their good side in the meantime. It usually keeps you from becoming a nuisance.

Charging forward, I was at another crossroads as I was unaware where I should go now. I could hear voices but none of them were ones I recognized. I had more than likely stumbled across an elf camp. 

Like a lightbulb, an idea popped into my head as I realized the wolves might have stayed back to figure out where they were. Sinking into the trees, I began to fly in a large circle around the woods. With my attention on finding the others, I did not listen to the elves too much. They did not seem worried or suspicious of me at all. 

“Man forerynel ðrýðig, m¯æg,” The elf said.

Excited, I realized that the elves spoke the same language as witches. Sitting around a bonfire, I almost laughed at their stupidity. They truly thought they would easily overtake Bangtan and the wolves within it. I wondered if they even knew what lived here. Listening closely, I was disappointed to find their dialect slightly different, and some words I did not know, but I understood enough to keep with the conversation. They were discussing the new war.

“We fordêman trifulian ðæge pro hinder Northorn,” Another replied.

The last piece of land they should have gone for first was this one, and I was baffled by how confident they all were. They believed they could simply take Northorn and come back to Bangtan a few days later to finish off the wolves. I would need to speak with Taehyung about this as soon as he was able to be separated from Sol. The elves continued to laugh and joke about the deaths they witnessed tonight, and I was taken aback by their callousness. None of them mourned their dead- in fact, they seemed to be happy to be rid of the “weak.”

Hearing a gentle rustling beside me, I hoped backwards to play part of a startled bird. The elves were blissfully unaware. Looking around, I caught the smell of wolves nearby and locked in on it. Gliding easily, I found the trio a few feet away. Flying into a tree above them, I cawed.

Jimin’s head snapped up, his eyes finding mine easily, and I could see him soften. Jungkook and Ji-Hyun seemed confused by my nearness and even swatted at me to go away. I could only assume they had no idea that I was not a random bird giving away their location.

The elves were still completely unaware of our presence. Talking loudly, laughing, and drinking around their fire I almost wanted to interrupt them. I knew that would be unwise, from what I had seen we were outnumbered and woefully unprepared for a fight with this group. I could smell blood coming off of the trio of wolves and I recalled Jimin’s wound from earlier. I could guess the other two were hurt as well.

“Duguð hl¯æfdige has gifeðe ûs of pro icfêowerdôgor m andtacan sê sunset!”

Perking my ears, I listened in. They would come back four days after they took Northorn and its cities. I tried to understand why they would take this new plan of attack but could only guess it had something to do with Northorn’s fighting style. They could easily gather enough iron to protect themselves and anyone else they could get their hands on where other areas of Lustra were not as keen on blacksmithing. Hopping down from the branch, I landed on top of Jimin’s head. The wolf made no sound. Leaning close to his ear, I stayed as quiet as I could.

“We need to get away from here. There’s too many of them.”

Nodding, the wolf looked between the others while they slowly backed away. Without a sound, the four of us were far away from the camp. Running, none of us spoke but I could sense the three of them were talking amongst themselves. I knew how connected wolves were and that they were able to speak without shifting, but I did not fully understand the connection or how far it worked. Uncomfortable by their silent conversation, I decided to start flying beside Jimin instead of on top of him.

The wolf seemed displeased by this but did not argue with me. The time I had spent with the alpha I knew he did not like to have disagreements in the company of others. We would likely speak about things later when we were alone again. The guilt from lying was beginning to come back to the surface.

The chaos had made it dissipate, in fact, I had not thought about it at all. Now, looking at the patch of bloody fur on his leg I felt sick once more. Yoona would be furious with me, I knew Wendy would have trouble forgiving me once it came out that I knew something, and it would be difficult to imagine Seokjin being understanding. I could only hope the wolves would show me some grace, but it was doubtful. Their friends and family were dead and that was on my shoulders.

Getting back to the village, I was glad to see the fires put out. The smoke was not easy to breathe, but at least the burning would not travel too far out now. Flying into Foxglove, the wolves shifted as soon as they were back inside. It was always shocking how normal nudity amongst others was in Foxglove.

Taking a deep breath, I landed gently before shifting as well. Sitting on the ground, I felt heavy. It was easy to forget how worn my body was when I was a bird. Taking a moment, I caught my breath and tried to keep my eyes open. The small headache from earlier was getting worse and a dull ache spread on the left side of my head. Rubbing my eyes, I thought about getting up, but my body protested the notion.

“Amica,” Jimin’s voice was very close to my ear.

Turning, I spared him a small, tired smile before leaning back into him. His body was strong, his muscles hard against my back. Wrapping his arms around me, he nuzzled my neck and nibbled my ear lobe. Humming in pleasure, I melted further into him and slipped my eyes closed.

“We need to get you home,” He whispered. “The sun will rise soon.”

Shaking my head, I basked in his presence. He was the perfect pick-me-up, and I would never tire of how calming he was. 

“Doesn’t matter,” I slurred. “I’m free.”

Hearing Jimin’s name being yelled, my eyes snapped open, and I quickly shot up from our position. Gently shaking my head, I looked for the woman calling his name. Jimin seemed to know who she was. Standing up, Jimin opened his arms and hugged her tightly.

She was young, younger than the both of us, and pale. Her dark hair was up, messy, with loose curls sticking every which way. She looked tired and for that I could understand. Sniffing, I knew she was not a wolf and it dawned on me that she might be Callisto. 

Struggling to stand, I finally got up. Catching the eye of the young girl, she shoved Jimin away and came to my side immediately. Wrapping an arm around my waist, she called out for help.

“You look awful,” She said, thanking Jimin when he came to my other side. “Gosh, you must be exhausted. What’s your name?”

A Quietus was in front of us. Looking up, I smiled lazily at Cadoc. The man took me into his arms immediately. Asking me questions, I answered them as best as I could. 

“Are you sure it’s not from the ritual earlier?” He asked, eyes filled with concern.

I shook my head, “No- just used a lot of magic.”

Eyes slipping shut, I blinked back to reality and looked at the girl. She was small, thin, and mousey. Her eyes were bright and shined with innocence. I knew she would be traumatized for life and thought about my own memories. Would little Callisto close her eyes and see fire? When she fell asleep at night would she smell the smoke and hear the way the screams echoed through the night? I hoped, for her sake, she was stronger than me.

“I’m Y/N,” I replied, flashing a sad smile before being whisked away.

Translations:

Iċ lufie þē. - I love you.

Thither Jimin? - Where is Jimin?

Swilc tîrêadig. - He is fine.

Lufian nealles hrepung me! - Do not touch me!

Mâl is nealles hêore! - He is not here!

Shouting hêrespel ne lof âhwæðer. - Shouting will not helping anything.

Lôc setnes man onwendan? - When will this end?

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Estuve imaginando en el Wukongverse ¿y si aparece la versión de Wukong de la obra literaria? Me imaginado su versión basada en teorías de que Wukong era una hembra en realidad en las obras y debido a los siglos se adapto la obra a macho, debido a su titulo de rey en cantones es unisex. (posiblemente sea el primer personaje femenino obligatorio en la historia(?) Además seria chistoso que una mujer le declarara la guerra al reino celestial , Pero para el au me la imagino siendo Aroace/Asexual (pero usando términos de la época seria célibe... no me pegues plz) su forma seria de un macaco normal, así que es pequeñita.

Feliz navidad atrasada y que tengas un prospero año nuevo uwu

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"I've been imagining in the Wukongverse, what if Wukong's version of the literary work appears? I imagined the version of him based on theories that Wukong was actually a female in the works and due to the centuries the work was adapted to a male, due to his title of king in Cantonese being unisex. (possibly the first obligatory female character in history(?) It would also be funny for a woman to declare war on the celestial kingdom, but for the au I imagine her being Aroace/Asexual (but using terms of the time she would be celibate.. .don't hit me plz) its shape would be that of a normal macaque, so it's tiny.

Merry belated Christmas and have a happy new year uwu"

That actually sounds adorable! A book-accurate Wukong that's both the size of a regular monkey and femme!

I imagine the fact that she's female is often forgotten in history, not just because of sexism, but also because if you weren't looking hard enough you'd think she was a male monkey.

Its not the first time a Journey to the West character has had their gender changed; Tripitaka (+characters based on them) is often rewritten as a woman, particularly in "The New Legends of Monkey", "Saiyuki/Monkey Magic" (1978), "Dragon Ball Z" with Bulma, "Starzinger" (1978), and "Shinzo" (2000). This is because of a mix of Tripitaka having many traits people see as stereotypically feminine, and irl there being female buddhist monks called bhikkhunī.

It would be very funny in the Wukongverse, with all the different Tang Monks/Tripitakas discussing their different worlds when a certain topic of dicussion comes up;

2000s!Tripitaka: "It must be very unnverving, being the lone woman in a group of men." NewLegends!Tripitaka: "Absolutely, though from what I hear, many of you came upon similar feelings in the Kingdom of Women." The masc Tripitakas: *all nodding in agreement* HeroisBack!Luier (too young to understand): "Are there any other girls on your Journeys? My mama [LEM] and Sandy are both girls." BookAccurate!Tripitaka: *mumbles under breath* Tang: "What was that?" BookAccurate!Tripitaka: "What about The Monkey King? Aren't all yours women as well? Monkeys are matriarchal." The other Tripitakas: "What???"

And that spills over into the SWK room where they're all already treating the BookAccurate!Wukong as their sister. The Wukongs who are transmasc are very understanding of the plights she faced in the Celestial Realm. Though they do tease her for trying to shave a monk's tonsure into her head fur. And they tease her for her height compared to the others (especially Dasheng who's almost 6ft tall).

#wukongverse #sun wukong #jttw #journey to the west #jttw aus #tripitaka

[bennythespaceman1984]

Introduction :

Greetings !!! This is a Benny rp side blog!!!

Please do not feel intimidated or afraid to interact!!! As far as I'm aware, TLM rp blogs aren't really around anymore. Meaning, if this interests you at all, go ahead and make an rp blog of your own!!! I highly recommend it, it's very fun! I'm always open to dms about questions and anything of the sort! (Though, I'm no expert by any means ^_^)

Important Information !

- NO NSFW, suggestive asks, prompts, or starters. I am a MINOR.

- DNI Rexmet shippers

- Sensitive or potentially triggering topics will be appropriately marked and tagged, and will always be under a cut.

- I am still learning myself! I make mistakes, it happens :)

Regarding rp itself:

Canon or au does not matter to me! I don't care what realm the rp is in, I'm up for mostly anything! That goes with ships as well! I promise I'm not scary,, just give some context ooc, send in a starter/ask, and we can go from there!

How I play Benny is as close to canon as possible, but I have quite a few headcanons. And, of course, he can change depending on the au! Here are my headcanons!

Asks are welcome as well!

Tagging system:

#🚀ben - In character replies and rps!

#nonsensical - rps and whatnot that aren't entirely serious

#ooc - anything out of character

#keepsake - anything I'd like to go back to, or am keeping for future reference/personal use

#drabbles and fics - my writing! not rp.

#rewritten au - my personal tlm au.. this tag will mostly be used in conjunction with the drabbles and fics tag.

#other/unspecified au - for fics that don't really belong anywhere.

RP AND ASK MASTERLIST

WRITINGS AND FICS MASTERLIST

#the lego movie #tlm #benny the spaceman #benny tlm #rp blog #roleplay blog #roleplay blog intro

[mmorpg-escapism]

Are there biases your character has had to unlearn through the course of the story? Whether its from their parents, family or culture - or even something like misplaced trauma - how did they confront them? How did they learn (or unlearn) their own negative perceptions?

Ahahahaha, this has been on my mind for Besany's story arc ever since I decided she was going to be a proper character and not just an avatar for my gaming time. Spoilers ahead for StB and Endwalker, I suppose. I don't think it's "misplaced" trauma, but it's certainly trauma.

So as a hazard of being Bozjan, losing *two* families to the Empire, and being directly impacted by the Bozja Incident, Besany has a deep-seated hatred of Garleans. It's the motivation for her participation in Operation Archon in ARR, it draws her into the conflicts in Stormblood, and it will eventually make for some VERY interesting internal conflict in Endwalker.

The unlearning starts when Hien reins her in to get support from the Populares post-StB. She's not a big fan, and then to see Alphinaud cast off that hate so quickly rattles her so badly that she doesn't know how to react the next time she interacts with a Garlean, which if memory serves is also when she learns Gaius is *alive* and is the only reason Alphinaud was able to return to them safely.

By the time they get to Garlemald itself, the conflict is mostly resolved but the events there further the whole process and by the end of it she's pretty much over it. Except for Zenos, but that's an entirely different can of worms.

She also needs to unlearn her general distrust of people but that's something I haven't fleshed out quite as much. I think that arc will get resolved at some point... in Dawntrail 🙃

#a realm rewritten: asks and memes #a realm rewritten: characters #ffxiv endwalker #endwalker spoilers

[dgcatanisiri]

I saw a critique of Picard season three put forward as "a story about how only boomers can save the day from the bad thing," and... I can see it, I'm not saying that it's an invalid critique, but at the same time, I don't think it's altogether fair.

Like, for one, I feel like if there's any age-based or generational-base of the storytelling, it's in the realm of "being old does not mean you have nothing to contribute." Which is kind of a big deal when most of the time in media, you see Hollywood specifically trying to draw in and appeal to the demographics of youth, to hook them in and hold them for life. Meanwhile, Picard centered on a character in his nineties played by an actor in his eighties, and aside from Jack Crusher and Sidney La Forge, every major character and actor in the season was older than forty, at least, with the TNG cast all over sixty, with only two under seventy.

It's a pretty big deal, especially when you remember that the last time that Star Trek was directly addressing the aging of its cast, the characters involved were in the fifty/sixty range, and talking like they were near the end of their years of being able to contribute something, that they'd come to the end of their road and were just going to fade away soon after. So while the TNG characters weren't necessarily on the front line and acting as line officers, doing the day to day field work, they were also very clearly shown as being able to contribute to the world they lived in, being able to make the difference.

Plus the framing of Seven of Nine, I feel, makes a refutation of the idea as well - she is, despite being a returning character we the audience already knew, at the head of the "new generation," we see that throughout her framing, particularly in her relationship with Shaw. Not just with her advancement to captain, but also in particular in that last message from Shaw in the finale, where he acknowledges that he's representative of the old ways standing in her way and that if she's writing a new book, it's because the old one needs to be rewritten.

Now, maybe you could look at this in like a "boomers versus millennials/Gen Z" thing, but - and maybe it's just my general trend towards optimism, particularly in my Star Trek - but what I see is NOT generational conflict, but more of a call for generational UNITY. Y'know, the first half of the season, we saw how Sidney's faith and trust in Seven helped save the Titan, because she respected Seven to call her by her name, stopping the infiltrator. Although it was part of the Borg hijack, Jack's connected nature helped to save the day multiple times. And Seven also trusted that Picard and crew could do something against the Borg.

Hell, I could even take this further, and call this a metaphor AGAINST generational conflict, that it's saying that others will try to use generational differences to divide and disrupt, and we need to overcome that - this is something I KNOW I've seen talked about plenty on Tumblr, how we have all this stuff trying to pit millennials and Gen Z against one another, in the same way that millennials and the baby boomers are. That this is an effort by the forces of power (power that goes beyond generation) to keep the masses divided against one another so that they aren't a threat to that power structure.

Because sure, the Supercube and the Borg Queen were destroyed by the TNG crew flying in and saving the day, but Seven and company retook the Titan and held off the assault on Earth long enough that they could do that without Earth and the Federation falling, and a major point is that Jack had to CHOOSE to leave the Collective, that it had to be his decision. Everyone had to work together for that happy ending, rather than alone.

Maybe I am being overly optimistic and taking the best faith interpretation at the expense of something else being involved and at play... But then, isn't that something that Star Trek has always tried to ENCOURAGE, to believe the best in things?

#dg rambles #star trek meta #star trek #star trek picard

[tobiasdrake]

I was a huge Mortal Kombat nerd in my teenage years. I ravenously consumed every scrap of information I could get about the characters - which wasn't easy because this was in the Sega Genesis days when all the games had to go off of were bios, endings, plus little snippets of lore in strategy guides and comics and stuff.

But a byproduct of being obsessive about Mortal Kombat lore is that it means I get to constantly be disappointed by modern Mortal Kombat lore. XD Because it's never as interesting to me as the story that those little teensy-tiny glimpses implied.

All of this is to say, I want to talk about Raiden. And why his treatment in adaptation and reboot materials always leaves me a little underwhelmed. Like. He's nice. I don't dislike him. I just. I long for the Raiden I grew up with.

Raiden is probably the character that has been most completely rewritten by modern and adaptive canon, pretty much from the very first adaptation: The 1995 film. As the Protector God of Earthrealm, Raiden is the Big Good heroic patron who blesses our heroes to act in his name.

This is not entirely divorced from original canon; It's something that was first introduced to the games in Mortal Kombat Trilogy in 1996, following on the heels of the 1995 film. And I do like it. It's just. I also like what came before.

Raiden is a character who's undergone a trajectory throughout his appearances. In his first appearance in Mortal Kombat, Raiden was unrecognizable from who he is today. He was an arrogant god who looked down and saw all these mortals competing, and thought, "Pfft. These fuckers think they're cool? I can do better."

Raiden entered the Mortal Kombat tournament for the specific purpose of rubbing everybody's nose in divine superiority. He had a chip on his shoulder and wanted to prove that mortals ain't got shit on gods.

And here's the kicker: Raiden lost. He entered the tournament and somebody kicked his shit. Probably Liu Kang but it'd be funnier if it was Johnny Cage.

This humbling experience clearly had an impact on Raiden because, by Mortal Kombat 2, he'd gone from "HAHAHA Fuck Mortals" to a full-blown tsundere relationship with them. He shows up to warn everyone about Shao Kahn's new evil plan, then refuses to go with them even though he's planning to go into Outworld on his own anyway.

MK2 Raiden is just like, "Look guys, because I respect you now, here's the details of everything I learned with my God Powers. BUT I'M NOT COMING TO HELP YOU. We're just going the same way that's all. IT'S NOT LIKE I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING."

Which then brings us to MK3 - Well, the Trilogy expansion. By this point, Raiden has fully come around and is Team Earthrealm. So much so that when the Elder Gods forbid him from interfering - by this point, something that's well-established as a thing Raiden likes to do - Raiden screams, "FUCK YOU, Mortals are cool actually and if I can't fight Shao Kahn as a god then I'll fight him as a human!"

This is a fucking amazing character trajectory. Raiden the arrogant, meddlesome god learns the value of humanity and goes from mocking their foolishness to sacrificing his own godhood to stand against Outworld as one of them.

It also sells his later transformation into Dark Raiden better when he was kind of shit to begin with. Like. it's so much easier to buy a transformation of

1 - LOL Fuck mortals I'm so much cooler than they are and I'm gonna prove it. 2 - Mortals are cool actually and I love them and I collect them like Gandalf collects hobbits. 3 - NOBODY fucking better mess with my mortals. I will slaughter anyone who dares encroach on my realm! These people are mine.

than it is with a Raiden who was the embodiment of good incarnate from day 1.

I don't have a problem with the Good Incarnate interpretation of Raiden. He's fine, and serviceable in the roles he's typically given to play.

But I do miss my Raiden. There was a very interesting and engaging character in the margins of those early games, that I feel has been lost to time.

#mortal kombat #raiden

[misc-obeyme]

I'm back already I-

But please hear me out.

I was writing another chapter for my fanfic in Wattpad yesterday (It's basically the OG OM! game rewritten, but with more scenes, more logic(?), more insight on the bonds between characters and added HCs.) I'm currently doing Lesson 1!

For this I watch gameplays bcs of course I'm too lazy to play all over again and I haven't even finished the game myself-

Anyways, while watching, Lucifer mentions tasks. In-game, he already knows that the tasks are dance battles. And well I didn't like that.

What if Lucifer didn't know about dance battles? What if he had set up much different tasks, aiding to 'polish MC's soul', which was said to be MC's task?

That's exactly what I did.

But I don't plan on mentioning what the actual tasks are (bcs my imagination ran out yesterday and I already published the chapter)

What do you think the actual tasks could have been?

PS: Have fun next week! Relax and enjoy your days off!

- 📻

Don't worry about your ask box frequency, it's all good! I get people who go months between asks and then there are people who go minutes between asks lol.

Anyway, I have to commend anyone who has the patience to do a canon story rewrite like that. Just thinking about it makes me want to take a nap. It was difficult for me when I was writing Arrie's story, too. Because I felt like I had to incorporate him into the existing story, but I didn't want to rewrite the whole thing. So I kinda glossed over most of it lol. Like here are some extra scenes and there's like one that I redid, but for the most part I just skipped over that stuff.

So all that is to say that I'm impressed with your dedication to such a project! It's probably way better than canon, too!

Let's see, so tasks that could potentially polish MC's soul in place of the dance battles?

I mean it's hard to say what exactly is needed to polish MC's soul, you know? The game doesn't give us the mechanics of that particular situation.

Initially, I would think it would have more to do with the Celestial Realm than anything...

But perhaps it's more about just... not doing things that could tarnish the soul (such as the sins) and then possibly doing things like good deeds to polish it?

It happens naturally any time MC does something nice for someone, which is probably all the time considering how nice the generic OM MC is.

But if you had to have like... have actual tasks? Maybe it's just stuff like organizing Lucifer's paperwork for him or making sure that Beel always has a snack handy so he doesn't rampage. Helping Mammon with his debt, talking Levi out of his self hatred, etc etc. Like I think the tasks would be related to each of the brothers in some way.

Or you could go more like... magic-centered and say that MC has to do something like various spells to polish their soul in a more literal sense.

I kinda like the idea of tricking the system lol. Like hang on, we can just use magic and now it's like MC has the shiniest soul ever! Why do I feel like Solomon would help with this if you wanted to do it that way?

And thank you, I am definitely looking forward to my days off! I'm hoping to get plenty of writing done too~

#I've already reorganized all my wips which were all over the dang place #and I'm hoping to get my long story separated out how I need it so I can start posting it too #obey me #obey me shall we date #om #obey me! #omswd #📻 anon #misc answers

[isolaradiale]

This is an event rerun. For more information on how to participate, please check our EVENT RERUN GUIDE! If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask!

Memories in the minds of the citizens of a circle of flame that hung high in the sky persisted for seven days and seven nights, and of the city’s weather worsening over the course of that period without even a trace of explanation from the city’s creators. But that eve the state of things had worsened. The circle began to crackle as shards of flame began to rain down from its center.

“It’s the end of the world!”, one NPC cried, sparking panic among their fellow citizens as a ball of rock and fire crashed through a nearby building. It was a phenomenon that was taking place across the city’s entirety as mass panic set in. Hour after hour destruction reigned down upon the people with no end nor solution in sight. A monster arose, as did a voice to guide them. But during their last stand... they failed. And then came 12:00AM.

YOU DID YOUR BEST... BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH. FOR NOW I’VE SEALED IT. TWO WEEKS. YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS TO FIND THE STRENGTH TO STAND AGAIN... ELSE THE WORLD YOU ONCE KNEW WILL BE LOST FOREVER. PUT ASIDE YOUR WEAKNESS AND LOOK FOR WAYS TO JOIN HANDS. IF YOU INSIST ON TURNING YOUR BACKS TO YOUR COMRADES, THE CYCLE WILL MERELY REPEAT.

The circle of flames descended, expanded, consumed what was left of the island in its pitch black void. And for the citizens? Darkness. All encompassing, as if they’d been thrown into an absence of consciousness. Whatever the monster had been looking for in the hole, it had found it. 

While they slept the city was reconstructed. Razed land reborn, a program booted up over the city’s landscape. To some it might have been familiar, to others it was a brand new concept: Fantasia. 

When the people saw light next they’d find their surroundings, and quite possibly their own bodies, reborn. Fantasia was a fantasy realm, a remnant of a ‘harmless’ prank from a distant world, but this time it had set itself up upon Spirale. Through whose command? It remained a mystery.

Upon ‘waking’ the people of the city would find things very different from what they recalled. No longer was the city one of modern technology, but a realm of fantasy and magic separated into four kingdoms. Each kingdom was at war with one another, their people very different and desiring a sacred treasure known as the Fruit of Beginnings. Those torn from other worlds, in the eyes of the kings and rewritten NPCs, were to serve as heroes for their kingdom. Swearing allegiance they were supposed to either work or fight for the place of their choosing. 

But that wasn’t all. Some would find themselves redesigned as well. Champions had to look the part of their world, did they not? And so Fantasia reformed the outsiders into denizens more fitting of the realm. Each kingdom is known for its primary race and primary monster race, and characters might find themselves reincarnated as one of them. Their powers retained, of course, but on top of them a number of talents unique to these races.

So welcome to this fantasy game -- nay, welcome to your new reality. It’s survival of the fittest in this world, and allegiance is key. 

Welcome to part one of FANTASIA WAR, Isola’s first fantasy event!

First, a tl;dr:

the entire city has been re-purposed into a fantasy setting for the duration of this event.

characters are expected to ally themselves with one of the four kingdoms and aid in their efforts, be it as a soldier or a worker at home

there are eight fantasy races (four humanoid and four monster) available to have your character become upon waking at the event’s beginning; additionally you can just remain in your current form if you wish

each race has its own unique abilities and magic is a common skill in this world

all worldbuilding information can be found on this post

starting next week we’ll be posting quests that can be taken with small rewards as payout

part 1 is just an adjustment period to flesh out your character ideas for the setting

GENERAL FAQ A separate FAQ post will be made specific to the event once questions start rolling in. Due to the event’s nature we expect to receive plenty of them and will be using them to clarify world building and rules as necessary.

Will there be a reward for participating in this event? There is an unlockable reward associated with the raid segment of the event that will come in pt2. We will be making the requirements a little more lax though, so we'll have more information when that goes up!

Do we have to pick a fantasy race for our characters? Can they remain normal? You don’t need to change your character! It’s just a fun option for those interested. That said, you cannot change your fantasy race after picking it so choose carefully!

Are powers retained during this event? What if we pick a fantasy race? Regardless of picking a fantasy race or not your character will retain their normal abilities that they’ve unlocked in Isola. The only outliers to this would be abilities specific to your own character’s unique physiology. For example if a character was an android they wouldn’t have the technological merits if you changed them in a Beastkin, but you could substitute that loss with the natural strength of that race. Additionally if a power is deemed OP (such as conceptual abilities or mass item production) they will be locked for the entire event duration. Weapons will be retained no matter what, and any technological inconsistencies will be handwaved as ‘champion privilege’. 

Can we use magic? Yes! All fantasy races can use magic. A list of available spells can be found here.

Are there any risks to entering a kingdom you aren’t allied with? As the kingdoms are all at war, champions are required to tread lightly in domain that isn’t allied. Many NPCs take the forms of guards that are fluent in the otherwordly visitors and their allegiances, and won’t hesitate to attack or attempt to apprehend those they deem a threat.

What about a ceasefire zone? Ahaha, no.

What if my character wouldn’t side with a kingdom and would choose to fly solo? You’re free to attempt this, but due to the world’s nature NPCs will always see you as aligned with a kingdom. This status isn’t removable.

Can we meet with the kings / queens? Not at the moment, no. For the most part their locations are unknown, orders given to their people from the shadows.

What happens if your character dies? They’ll respawn in their kingdom’s primary town.  

Do our characters still have their cellphones? Yes, and service is still up (somehow). It’s just... NPCs will try really hard to take them from you if you aren’t careful.

Should we put all of this event info for our characters somewhere? We recommend you make a post with all the relevant information!

Anything happening with the hole? Hole? What hole? The hole is gone, filled by a gigantic tree whose leaves and branches stretch out against the sky. There isn’t a place in any of the kingdoms where you cannot see it. And yet... the NPCs seem to have no idea it’s there. Hm.

I have a lot of questions! And we have answers! We’ll be composing a separate FAQ post shortly, but until then start sending your questions to our event sideblog so the dash isn’t overwhelmed. We will not be taking event questions via the main masterlist blog.

What was that about a circle of flame for a week in the event description? When the event was originally run we teased a circle of fire in the city sky a week before the event started. Memories of this circle have been included in the simulation of the event, so your character will remember seeing it.

How long will this event be running? This event is an extremely meaty event with two parts and a raid battle portion, and so we will be running it for four weeks to give everyone a fair chance to participate. A such it will end at 11:59:59PM on October 20th.

As a reminder... Powerless characters are often allowed to utilize their Fantasia War forms during combat events so if you haven't made one for them, this would be a good chance to do so!

Also please keep in mind... Because of how renewals work, your character should have no memories of the Fantasia portal in the Intraspace, which is a recreation of this event's setting.

#isola event #isola event rerun #isola event: the fantasia war pti

[daniarts19]

Characters in my LGBT headcanons

I just putting this because I can’t open my old account because of my google account being hacked,

Lesbian: Catra (She-Ra), Namaari, (Raya and the Last Dragon), Ivy (Carmen Sandiego 2019), Amity (The Owl House), Spinel (Steven Universe), Cassandra (Tangled), Kitsune (Samurai Rabbit), Andrea (The Ghost and Molly McGee), Mary (Total Drama), Apple White (Ever After High), Julia (Total Drama)

Gay: Ryan Akagi (Infinity Train), Shiro (Voltron), Benson (Kipo), Michael (The Proud Family), Ryan (The Wild; my version of Ryan), Logs (Dead End), Bia Zao (Kung Fu Panda legend of Awesome; rewritten), Raj (Total Drama), Aristotle (Billie Bust Up), Diazo (Strange World), Bowie (Total Drama)

Bi: Frey Holland (Forspoken), Lapis (Steven Universe), Owen (Total Drama), Min-Gi (Infinity Train), Carmen Sandiego, Marcy (Amphibia) Luz (The Owl House), Alberto (Luca), Bodi (Rock Dog), Mirabel (Encantó), Jun (Dragons and the Nine Realms), Luisa (Encanto), Krel (3 Below), Edric (The Owl House), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Tulip Olsen (Infinity Train), Lance McClain (Voltron), Raya (Raya and the Last Dragon), Naomi (Elena of Avalor), Lena (Ducktales), Savannah (Ron’s Gone Wrong), Viper (Kung Fu Panda), Mr. Snake (The Bad Guys), Priya (Turning Red), Eda (The Owl House), Tyler (Turning Red), Lil'Foxy/Francine (Rock Dog), Chizu (Samurai Rabbit), Sasha (Amphibia), Ethan (Strange World; respect that opinion), Norma (Dead End), Priya (Total Drama), Elian (Spellbound), Hunter (The Owl House), Naida (Lego Elves), Lucy Santana (Daniel Spellbound), Peng (Kung Fu Panda Legend of Awesome; rewriten), Wakko (Animaniacs), Yaz (Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous), Millie (Total Drama), Star (Star vs the Forces of Evil), Ellody (Total Drama), Mermista (She-Ra), Lily Lightly (MLP G3 My version), Raven Queen (EAH), Abe (Clone High), Soleil (Fright Krewe), Hal (Wish), Starlight Glimmer

Ace: Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony; Biromantic), Mantis (Kung Fu Panda; panromantic), Mr. Peabody (heteroromantic), Libby (The Ghost and Molly McGee; biromantic), Ms. Tarantula (The Bad Guys; panromantic), Anne (Amphibia; panromantic), Ezekiel (Total Drama; heteromantic), Luca (heteromantic), Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House House; Aroace), Po (KFP), Abby (Turning Red; Panromantic), Angus (Rock Dog; Heteroromantic) Lauren/Scary Girl (Total Drama; Aroace), Peridot (SU; Aroace), Sierra (TD; Aroace), Douxie (Tales of Acardia; Biromantic), Sky Wishes (MLP G3; my version), Byx (Endling; Panromantic)

Pan: Adora (She-Ra), Kipo (Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeast), Sam (Green Eggs and Ham), Jo (Kid Cosmic), M.T/Lake (Infinity Train), Wander (Wander Over Yonder), Camilo (Encanto), Molly McGee (The Ghost and Molly McGee), Val Little (Monsters at Work), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), BeetleJuice (Musical), Emira (The Owl House), Sammy (Camp Cretaceous), Rider (Centaurworld), Alex (Dragons the Nine Realms), Nooshy (Sing 2), Yuichi Usagi (Samurai Rabbit), Hawk (Paw of Fury), Zack (Carmen Sandiego), Willow (The Owl House), Casey (Moongirl and Devil Dinosaur), Kitty (Total Drama), Wandering Blade (The Dragon Knight), Valor (Bravelands; my version), Briar Beauty (EAH; my version), Jordan (Descendants; my version), Cheng Lonnie (Descendants; my version), Tom (SVTFOE), MK (Total Drama)

Queer: Katie (The Mitchells vs the Machines), Stolas (Helluva Boss), Honeymaren (Frozen; also lesbian), Vi (Arcane; into being lesbian) Caitlyn (Arcane; possibly Bi)

Trans: Barney (Deadend; also gay),

Non-Binary: Thunder (Nine Realms; Pronouns as He/Him), Nari (Tales of Acardia: Pronouns as She/Her), Raine Whispers (THO), The Collector (THO; Pronouns as He/Him), Asher (Kipo), Billie (Billie Bust Up; pronouns as she/they)

Demi:, Tin Tin (Heteromantic) Doom (The Bad Guys Books; biromantic), Vee (Panromantic), Octavia (Helluva Boss; Biromantic), Jay Snake (Descendants; Demiromantic), Aira (Lego Elves; biromantic), DJ (Total Drama; heteromantic)

Well I hope you like this. (Please don’t send rude comments, just respect this).

#lgbtq #lgbt pride #headcanon #hcs #my writing #my ideas #modern cartoons