#he'd likely be a warden or a friend of them

[postnuclearwar]

Dragon Age!Dungeon Meshi au where Marcille is just a straight up blood mage

#dragon age #dungeon meshi #marcille donato #marcille #blood magic #falin would be a circle mage healer who escaped from the tower to travel with her brother #marcille is still a half elf but looks obviously elven as opposed to someone like alistair #highly respected grand enchanter who secretly studies blood magic #as she thinks blood magic could help solve what happened to elf longevity and be able to share it among the races #idk a lot about senshi #but he'd be a dwarf warrior who is considered casteless #who spends most of his times in the deep roads #he'd likely be a warden or a friend of them #chilchuck is a city elf rogue who wants fair treatment for elves by humans #laios im going to make a grey warden warrior #and the reason falin leaves the tower is to be with her brother since his life span is greatly resuced

[palepinkycat]

R. Respect: What qualities does your OC admire in other people?

V. Value: Is your OC more selfish or selfless? What would they sacrifice for a loved one? What would they sacrifice for a stranger?

Y. Young: How has your OC been influenced by their past? Are they a better person because of their past, or a worse one?

For Cillian, Seva and Marcel?

Thanks so much for the ask!!! It turned out a bit long so I'll put the answers under the cut. Also, just a heads up that I mention some mental health and family issues in the answer to the Y question for Cillian!

Cillian

R. Respect: What qualities does your OC admire in other people?

✨ Miriam Hawke ✨ He admires Miriam, she's the only person he actually gets along with and he has no idea why. Maybe it's the fact that he's created his own idealized version of her (they used to exchange letters for years but didn't have a chance to actually spend some time together until their reunion in Kirkwall) or the fact that she's the exact opposite of him. I mean, she doesn't care about anyone's opinions, she doesn't really care about anything to be honest, he wishes he could do that. It might also be the fact that she's the only person who doesn't make him feel worthless. Anyways, he can't really tell what qualities he admires in people, sometimes he just meets someone and thinks ''wow''. It's usually people who are older/smarter/more experienced than him though.

V. Value: Is your OC more selfish or selfless? What would they sacrifice for a loved one? What would they sacrifice for a stranger?

Oh, he'd like to say he's selfish but I have to disagree, I'd say he's somewhere in-between. What would he sacrifice for a loved one? Absolutely everything. And for a stranger? Well, he did save this one annoying elf's life even though he was wounded and had no idea where to go. He also gave him his food, he probably regretted it later but Seva has that effect on people.

Y. Young: How has your OC been influenced by their past? Are they a better person because of their past, or a worse one?

Cillian's always been a very shy person, he never had any friends and his relationship with his mother was complicated, to say the least - she was generally a really toxic person. His father died when he was six, that's when his mother fell into depression which made things even worse. He loved her but he also hated her for hurting him and making him feel like he wasn't worthy of her love - he was an only child and therefore an heir to his family so that didn’t make it easier. I'd say this was when Cill first started to think that he needed to earn people's affection and it's gotten to the point where he became obsessed. He was taken to the Circle at the age of 9, he felt extremely lonely, he missed his mother and was terrified with the idea of dissapointing her. He started seeing one of the teachers as a mother figure, he unwittingly chose a person who wasn't satisfied with any of his achievements - while another rejection was painful, it was the sort of pain so familiar that it almost felt comforting. Long story short, these and other similar experiences led to the development of Cillian's toxic relationship patterns. He doesn't get attached to people easily but once he does, he gets extremely jealous and fixated on them, he always feels like he isn't enough and takes rejection very personally. He also deals with lots of intense, often conflicting emotions that he has no idea how to process - he was taught that showing them was a weakness. I can't tell if his past made him into a better or a worse person, despite all his problems he's a really sensitive person who wants to make the world at least a slightly better place, he just needs someone to pay for his therapy first 🙃

Seva

R. Respect: What qualities does your OC admire in other people?

I'd say kindness. He doesn't judge people by their cover, he really doesn't care if they're smart, shy, talented or anything else as long as they're kind. He's like a labrador puppy who'll gladly follow you around if he considers you a good person.

V. Value: Is your OC more selfish or selfless? What would they sacrifice for a loved one? What would they sacrifice for a stranger?

Definitely selfless, he's the kind of person who loves making others smile and tries to see the best in people, at least most of the time. The Blight changed his attitude a lot but he's not a Cillian level pessimist yet. He'd sacrifice whatever it takes for his people and loved ones. As for strangers - it depends, he found an orphaned Qunari girl and took her in  - he basically adopted Asin, she's his child now and I don't make the rules. He's not very fond of humans though so I'd say they are the only exception. He probably wouldn't help a human in need, aside from Cillian and Wynne of course.

Y. Young: How has your OC been influenced by their past? Are they a better person because of their past, or a worse one?

It's safe to say that his childhood and teenage years were the best time of his life. He was happy, always surrounded by friends and family - this might have contributed to the fact that he was never properly taught to deal with loneliness. He struggles a lot with that, he's also not used to silence, it makes him feel extremely uncomfortable. I'd say he grew up a bit sheltered, he had no idea what the world outside of his clan looked like and wasn't ready to face the harsh reality. Still, these are very minor things, the event that affected him the most was definitely watching the members of his clan being slaughtered and pretty much everything that happened later (the battle of Ostagar and the Blight). He became very withdrawn. He was never a vengeful person, he used to believe everyone deserved to live, he even promised to never pick up a sword but those events changed his attitude completely. He no longer believes in justice unless he's the one who serves it - he makes sure it's painful.

Marcel

R. Respect: What qualities does your OC admire in other people?

Answered here

V. Value: Is your OC more selfish or selfless? What would they sacrifice for a loved one? What would they sacrifice for a stranger?

Selfish or maybe extremely pragmatic. He actually feels bad about it, sometimes. There are moments  when he tries to convince himself that he's doing things out of good will but there's something like a quiet voice in the back of his head calculating what will he gain from it and he just can't get rid of that voice. He would sacrifice a lot for his loved ones but he probably wouldn't give his life for them. Well,  the older Marcel would but the older Marcel knows that he's going to die soon anyway and, to be honest, he can't wait for it so I don't think you can call that a sacrifice. And for a  stranger? Not much but, once again, it depends on what would he get in return.

Y. Young: How has your OC been influenced by their past? Are they a better person because of their past, or a worse one?

Marcel's spent most of his childhood running away from the Templars. His mother, Revka,  wasn't really used to the harsh conditions they both found themselves in so he was forced to grow up fast and depend mostly on himself, being locked up in the Circle certainly didn't help. All of these experiences shaped him into a rather private person - don't get me wrong, he loves attention, he loves being praised, he's very charismatic and loves talking to people, just not about himself. He has some serious trust issues, he struggles to maintain relationships, he can't express affection and the thought of showing his vulnerability to anyone terrifies him. Of course he hides all those things behind a mask of sarcasm. I should also mention that Morrigan's betrayal affected him deeply. She was his first love, the only person he's ever been this vulnerable with and she broke his heart and made a fool out of him. After that he became really cold and reserved in his relationships, he'd promised himself that he'd never allow it to happen again. He started hurting the ones he loved on purpose, this sort of made him feel like he had an upper hand. He actually did the same thing Morrigan did to him, he left his daughter and pregnant wife without a word and never saw them again.

#dragon age origins #dao #warden amell #warden mahariel #ask #oc:cillian #oc:seva #oc:marcel #varric met miriam's family and most of them were pretty cool and chill - aside from her uncle - but he hasn't met her cousin yet #i imagine he'd invite marcel to some tavern and after a while he'd be like FUCK NO #too much sass and problems to handle #he'd probably like cillian though #another problem child to adopt #cill is literally like 'you hate me and think i'm stupid? great let's be friends' while seva is like #'you think i'm annoying and want me to shut up?? cool i never will we're best friends now uwu' #someone please tell them this isn't how relationships work

[nerdpoe]

The One Unaccounted For

Danny had never seen Skulker look so pleased.

Normally the ghost was always at least a little happy to duke it out with Danny, but this? The ghost was positively vibrating with excitement.

"Okay, okay, time out. What's going on, man?" Danny had to call out, launching himself above a shot and hovering there.

Skulker fucking giggled. Skulker. Giggled.

"I have been hired by the Observants to hunt down a formidable foe. Our battle-" "-Will be glorious." Danny finished, much to the confusion of the ghost who had not been around for such refined culture.

"Yes! They also insist I bring another ghost, just in case it is 'too much' for me. Walker will not leave the Zone, Ember is still angry with me, Johnny and Kitty told me to..." Skulker cleared his throat, glancing at Danny, "And the last ghost I can think of is you, and I know you'll come to at least watch."

Danny's curiosity was piqued, he wasn't going to lie to himself. He still had to act like he needed to think about it though.

"Uh-huh, and who are you going after?"

Skulker almost started vibrating as he began his description.

"It is a ghost who has continuously evaded Walker, and caused so much strife and mayhem that even the Observants seek to drag him to confinement. He hides in the mortal world, in the city that knows no day, and alters the memories of that entire city."

So Danny was actually a bit on board with hunting this dude, actually. Memory manipulation was not cool.

"This ghost loves to torture mortals and claims it is for fun. Once! Once, he altered the memory of a young boy hero, to make him think he'd been tortured, and then altered the memory of the boy's mentor to believe that the boy was dead, all so that the boy would be buried alive. For fun. Then he almost completely wiped the boys memories of his life prior to being buried."

Skulker was beginning to actually get angry just retelling the story, and Danny was right there with him. Graves were sacred, and any ghost knew that. There was a ghost that willingly desecrated them? No wonder Walker wanted him.

If anything, Danny had to think that Skulker had glossed over Walker because he was positive that the Warden was foaming at the mouth just thinking about this criminal.

There was just one thing.

"So why do the Observants want in on this?"

Unless this ghost was actively threatening the balance of Life and Death, there really was no need to go after him.

"Because he has interfered with and altered the denizens of that city so much that the majority of them, if not all of them, are becoming as your puny mortal friends. Can you imagine that? A Living, a Mortal, blessed with the powers of Death. There are reports that one twisted their own time so much, he is now forever alive."

"Okay, that's super concerning. How did he do that?"

Skulker floated closer, almost like this was a gossip session in a sleepover.

"We believe he may have hidden a portal or twelve in the city of Gotham. He wears the semblance of a deranged clown, and is obsessed with laughter."

Well. Shit. Danny knew who they were after, he just hadn't know that Joker was actually one of their own. Half of his own?

"Fuck it, let's go drag the dude into the afterlife." He swore he heard a quiet squeal from the giant robot, but elected to ignore it.

He had to figure out how to either outsmart or work with the Big Bat himself, and he wasn't sure which would be better.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #phanfic #the one unaccounted for #this is a rough draft #i may or may not continue it #i may or may not polish it #as it stands #this tiny bit had to get out of my head.

[lowkeyrobin]

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

But its like streaming together for the first time and its just really sweet while he teaches you to play Minecraft:)

<3

yesyeysysysyyseyyseseysyes this is actually my first time writing for him other than that one sorry boys preference 😭🙏 ; I had no idea how to get from point a to point b so I'm so sorry lmao

SLIMECICLE ; minecraft tutorial

summary ; charlie teaches you how to play minecraft on stream

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 758

masterlist

You met Charlie in your freshman year of high school, and finally, by your senior year, you were dating. Now, at twenty-five, you were happy with your lives and peacefully living. He was a full-time content creator, and you were working at a department store, just a job to pay for classes to get the degree you were hoping to get.

You'd appeared in a stream or video here and there. You were relatively camera shy and didn't like disturbing your boyfriend while he was working, so you didn't show your face to his fans very much other than Instagram posts.

But, he'd gotten the genius idea to invite you on his stream and teach you how to play Minecraft. You knew stuff here and there about the game, but not a lot. All you really knew was blocks and the insane amount of friends he had, and eggs.

You sit down in a chair next to him, picking at your fingers as he begins the stream, giving you a warm welcome for chat. You give the camera a wave, looking to Charlie as he explains why you're here and what you'll be doing.

"Okay, so WASD is to move, mouse is to look around"

"Okay" You nod, using the mouse to look around, seeing you'd spawned in a dark oak biome. "Oooo, I like this place. Wait, this is one of those biomes you were playing in VR with Traves and Schlatt"

He nods and chuckles, "Yeah, yeah. Hold down the left mouse button to break blocks and get some wood."

You nod, doing as he says, gathering the dark oak wood. "I'm guessing walking, talking egg children are QSMP only" You joke, taking notice of the lack of eggs.

"Honestly, there is two types of eggs but they don't walk or talk, if that's any better?"

"Two?"

"Chicken eggs and the Ender Dragon's egg"

"Oh!"

You progress through the game a bit, getting better as you play.

You're now wielded with iron tools, golden boots from a nether portal ruin, and an iron helmet. Charlie speaks about the nether, which got you in a bit of a panic since, yes, you wanted to try and beat the game, but you didn't want to die and lose all your items, either. You definitely weren't loaded enough to go try and get a bunch of blaze rods and trade for ender pearls, so you decided to explore the massive caves to try and find diamonds and more iron, for now.

Charlie watches you, proudly. He shows you all the tips and tricks and teaches you what items do, how they work, and how to craft them.

"Oh, get out! Get out! That's a warden cave, out! Go! Go, go!" He exclaims, eyes widening.

"What?" You ask, quickly backing up as you look at the torch light illuminating the dark blue blocks. You hear a rustling sound in the headphones and quickly panic, running back where you came from.

"Wardens are so OP, dude, you'll get demolished. The abandoned cities have awesome gear and loot, though"

"Then let's go get it!"

"The wardens, Y/n"

You slowly look between him and the screen, and quickly type a little /gamemode peaceful in chat, switching the game mode.

"Y/n!" He giggles, "I thought you didn't wanna cheat"

"Well, I want rare shit. Thank your chat, dude." You shrug with a smile, heading back down towards the abandoned city.

You end up finding nearly a stack of diamonds down there, plus a bunch of enchanting books and music discs. Charlie was hyping you up the whole time and deflecting the fact you were in peaceful, using the responses of "they're scaring the wardens away" and "the wardens are there, they're just hiding" for the bit.

"Okay, I think I got everything"

"Oh, you don't leave"

"Huh?"

"You never leave.. you never leave once you enter" He begins to do the dark and scary voice while he quickly types in the /gamemode hard into chat, summoning a few wardens around you.

You yelp and quickly sprint away, taking a solid five hearts of damage from one hit. You're unable to turn the game back to peaceful as you try your best to run away. You attempt to build straight up but are hit again, killing you.

All your items burst out of your inventory as you stare at the 'You died!' screen, jaw hanging agape. You slowly turn your head towards the brunette next to you as chat explodes with comments.

"Charlie!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicile #jschlatt x reader #sorry boys #sorry boys x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #mcyt x gn reader #lunch club x reader #lunch club

[dr3amofagame]

a messy series of transcripts, as accurate as i could make them (but there's still some skipped words and stuff I'm sure), on the uh c!sam and c!dream related stuff from sam's latest stream starting from around 4:54:00

so to begin this starts from a chatter asking if he'll remake the prison in sapnap's hardcore server. he gets all like jokingly like "pandora's vault 2.0!!" about the idea, then starts uhh lets use the word imagining putting Dream in there again. Someone suggests that he put Punz in there but he says it wouldn't be as fun

The following quotes come immediately after:

"you know what's funny is me and dream never released it but but uh me and dream used to log on the server and we would just do, like, canonical roleplay together? like in the server, like in the prison. like, not live, just, just the two of us, just chillin'. we would just log on and we would uhhh we would. he would be like "sam can i have my food for the day" and i would be like "no." and he'd be like "what? why can't i have food for the day" aaaaaaand it was a whole bit that we would do. just the two of us. it was a good time."

"it was also just special you know? cause like, no one else was invited, so. i, i enjoyed it, like, a lot. [reading chat] and you didn't share? i mean i'm sharing about it now, but, it was for me though. it was for me. it was on my for you page, not your for you page, you know what i mean, that kind of situation. it was, and it wasn't just for me, it was for us, you know what i mean?"

[laughs]

"yeah we would log on and he would be like "please mr. warden just a, just a just a, pl--just a small morsel of food please, please just a small morsel of food" and i'd be like "no dream, you've been, you're, you've been bad. you're the worst. you're the scum of the server. you can't have any food. i hope you starve" that's what would happen [reading chat] this sounds... this sounds what this sounds what? like a good time between friends? yeah! [more laughter]"

[MOMENT OF REALIZATION WHEN HE REALIZES THAT ALL OF THIS SOUNDS KIND OF SUS]

"[reading chat] i thought that was on purpose uh completely unintentional actually"

"[reading chat] two best friends in a prison! ten feet apart cause--[laughs]--what's that, what was the original, it was a hot tub right? two best friends in a hot tub, no what, how did it go-"

#for the record he did call it a meme so it's a little unclear how much of this actually happened I Guess if you want to be pedantic #STILL UTTERLY INSANE THO #SAM FUCKING AWESAMDUDE . WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

[krypticcafe]

Happy Super Late Valentines </3

rating: PG-13/teen

pairing: harry warden/the miner x gn!reader

warning(s): reader had a boyfriend, brief mention of cheating, small mentions of blood, violence, and gore, and harry being scary, for j u s t a bit.

synopsis: you had a shitty valentines day, and harry comes to pick up the leftovers.

a/n: okay, I haven't written fanfic in years, so please excuse me if this comes off as an uber corny dumpster fire. I'm just trying to have fun :'))))

So what if it's Valentine's Day?

So what if you wanted to spend a peaceful time with your boyfriend at home with some baked cookies?

So what if you accidentally burnt those cookies?

So what if you were so paranoid that it felt like someone was watching you the entire time?

So what if your boyfriend pushed asked you to go with him and his friends in some spooky abandoned mineshaft?

So what if you were surrounded by couples making out in a cramped, dark, and cold nooks and crannies and one of them happened to be your best friend and your now ex-boyfriend?

So what if you lashed out, dumped him, stormed out of the cave only to get more lost due to the heat of your anger?

It's fine. It's whatever. Could be worse.

Or at least that's what you told yourself to cope with the shredding of your heart and the burning tears.

Oooooh, but that bastard! The audacity to cheat on you, with her of all people! And he was such an idiot to do so after inviting you to come! Did he not think for a fraction of a second that he'd get caught? Or did all the blood in his brain just go to his dic-

God, what were you thinking, coming here with those guys, giving him the time of day?

Looking back on things, you realized you dodged not a bullet, but a whole missile. But did it reslly have to be on Valentines Day of all days? The world really is just that cruel.

And it was about to get even more cruel.

Screams, maybe half a dozen of them, echoed and bounced off the walls of the cave, finding their way to you. At first, you assumed the group was messing with each other. Either way, you could care less.

Then they started growing more frequent and louder, and you scowled.

'In here after that fiasco? Really? Christ, I'm never going out with any of them ever aga-'

Then you heard a blood-curdling scream. Suddenly, you started to prefer the possibility of what you originally thought they were doing.

Your head whipped to the tunnel left of you as you heard a scream far too familiar, and your body began to curl in on itself as you sat in a ball in the corner.

Footsteps began beating from the same corridor where the scream originated.

Anticipating the worst, you wiped the blur from your eyes, took a deep breath, and braced your hand over a nearby stone that you deemed good enough to buy you some time.

The footsteps grew louder, but remained at a painstakingly steady pace, as if to tease your demise. There was a loud thunk! before the screech of metal scraping rock pierced your ears. You were half expecting to see the grim reaper at this point.

Instead, you were greeted with someone else who might as well be the same person. They were tall, broad, and clad in nothing but a full set of miner's gear. Not a single speck of skin peeked past any part of their clothing, and their mask even managed to hide their eyes behind the dark lens. With what little brightness there was provided by the dim cave lights, you just barely noticed the glistening of the blood on their uniform and the way it dripped down the tip of their pickaxe.

You recognized him as the man from the town's local urban legend. It always seemed cheesy and way too cliche to you but here you were, face to face with the man, the myth himself. Would he make you another one of his victims tonight? Would your death become just another story told at the campfire? The thought made your stomach turn.

The two of you stayed in silence, your hand still gripping the stone while you stared at the miner, searching for any movement that suggesting that you'd be the next one to eat metal. But all you could see was the way his chest heaved, rising and falling from what you understood as the cause of all those screams from earlier.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Clank!

To your surprise, he set down his pickaxe and approached you, kneeling down to your curled form. His head tilted slightly, as if to get a better look at you. A part of you wished you could see his eyes, wondered where he stared, why he stared. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you froze like a deer in headlights, squeezing your eyes shut when he lifted a hand and-

... wiped a tear on your cheek.

You didn't even remember the stone until he pried it from your hand and interlaced your fingers with his, pulling you up with him and into his embrace as he lightly petted your head.

Was he... comforting you?

It would've worked well if uh, he didn't reek of blood and dust.

Staying still as if your life depended on it (it probably did), you let him do as he pleased.

He pulled away from you but kept a gentle grip on your hand, nodding his head in the direction of the tunnels. You couldn't be bothered to question anything anymore, shock was the only thing that kept the fatigue from catching up.

He led you down countless tunnels and caverns, passing by bodies mangled beyond recognition, except for one. You were pretty sure that one was the cretin.

The entire time, the hold his hand had on yours was nothing short of soft and comforting, it almost warmed your heart. Almost.

Eventually, you found where he was taking you, back to the entrance of the mineshaft. He let go of your hand and urged you to the opening. Hesitantly stepping forward, you paused and looked back. He still stood there, though less menacing than he was before despite all the blood and dirt caked on him.

"I- uh... thank you."

Your voice was shaky from processing the events of the past few hours and you had no requirement to thank him, but you felt like you'd regret it if you didn't. The sentiment came across, and he nodded, reaching up again to trace a thumb on your cheek before giving it an affectionate pinch. You watched as he turned and left back into the abyss of the mines, disappearing into the cavern.

It was still dark outside, but you knew the way back from here. You were no longer shaking, nor seething, and the walk back home was oddly peaceful for it being so late in the night.

So what if you might want to see him again?

Bonus

The next morning, you woke up with your eyes feeling raw and your feet sore, but work calls and you had to get up nonetheless.

Nursing a cup of coffee, you checked your door for any mail, instead finding a bright red, heart-shaped box at your doorstep. Fortunately, it didn't contain any beating human heart as the urban legends told, but interestingly enough, a single wild rose and a card.

"Happy Valentines, won't you be mine? - Harry"

#x reader #harry warden #harry warden x reader #my bloody valentine #harry warden x you #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers

[the-broken-truth]

The Prince's Precious Brother [2] - Leona Kingscholar [Platonic Yandere] [Male Yuu]

Summary: Yuu Arisugawa is actually Feore Kingscholar, the Prince of Sunset Savannah who was kidnapped 16 years ago. However, Yuu refuses to accept his true identity and insists on living as Yuu Arisugawa. His friends are shocked to discover that the Prefect of Ramshackle is actually the younger brother of Savanaclaw's Dorm Warden. But why is Leona so angry about Yuu's Choice?

[After The Reveal - Crowley's Office]

The golden glowing eyes of the Headmaster of Night Raven College seemed to have widened behind his ask as he looked at the new body of the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Yuu Arisugawa - who recently found his true identity as Feore Kingscholar, 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah.

Yuu's hair was dark brown and shoulder length with white tips on the ends of his hair; it was currently tied in a back ponytail, thanks to Vil tying his hair back for him since Yuu wasn't as used to having long hair but he didn't have time to cut it at the moment. Unlike the genetic Kingscholar Emerald Eyes, Yuu's eyes were Sapphire Blue instead of the Coal Black that Yuu had when he first arrived at Night Raven College. Yuu's bare chest and abs were on full display since his shirt was too small to fit after transforming, but his pants were still on, just tighter than before.

Crowley looked Yuu up and down before realization hit his face; he'd been overworking a Prince like a slave. He inhaled and exhaled before speaking to Yuu.

"Well, Mr. Kingscholar, it would seem that..." Yuu stopped Crowley from speaking for a while.

"I am not a Kingscholar. I am Yuu Arisugawa, not whoever the 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah is or was. Nothing about me, other than my appearance has changed. I'm just here because I need some larger clothes that would actually fit me. and where I can get a pen of my own to funnel my magic properly." Yuu said before lowering his hand with a soft glare in his eyes.

"Well... There are some larger uniforms in the closet behind you; as for a possible pen, I would have to send in a request for some blank pens into which you can funnel your magic. I'll send the letter and the pens shall be here within 3 days. Can you use your magic without a pen?" Crowley asked.

"It's possible but I am going to need some practice to better control my magic. I can keep my magi under wraps, however, so you don't have to worry about me lashing out at students and possibly hurting them. See you later, Headmaster." Yuu said as he turned on his heel, walked over to the closet in Crowley's Office, and took some larger Savanaclaw Uniforms; they appeared to be the only ones that would fit him but he could do something about the color later when he arrived at Ramshackle. He hoped that Grim wasn't freaking out at the moment to find out he had the blood of a certain cat the chimera couldn't stand.

Yuu walked out of the Headmaster's and instantly bumped into someone, he looked up to apologize and came face to face with the green eyes of Leona.

"Sorry about that, Leona, I wasn't looking where I was going." Yuu said before tucking the clothes under his arm as Leona looked at him with a tender smile; which is weird since Leona would always look at him with a teasing smirk ever since Yuu arrived at Night Raven College.

"It's alright, Feore. I was just coming to speak to the crow about some business." Leona said.

"Yuu." Yuu said, causing Leona to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Leona asked.

"I explained it to Crowley and I shall explain it to you: I am Yuu Arisugawa, not Feore Kingscholar." Yuu said.

"What are you talking about You are Feore Kingscholar, The 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah. That's who you were born as." Leona said.

"Yuu Arisugawa is who I have been for the past 16 years and that is who I am going to stay as until the day my heart stops beating. I have no intention of changing my name or who I am just because I found out that I am originally from this world and I happened to be linked to the Kingscholar Family by blood. I need to head back to Ramshackle See you later, Leona." With that, Yuu walked down the hall to reach the Hall of Mirrors to reach Ramshackle, leaving Leona standing there with his fangs locked in anger and his fists balled before turning to Crowley's office and slamming the door once he was inside, startling the Headmaster who looked up to face the very pissed off prince.

"Mr. Kingscholar! What can I...?" He was cut off by Leona slamming his hands on the surface of the desk and glaring into Crowley's Golden eyes with his Emerald Green ones; anger evident in his eyes.

"I want you to start a Dorm Transfer, now! My little brother is coming to Savanaclaw with me and he is going to be my Vice Dorm Warden! I want his identity on all of his paperwork and I.D.s to be changed to his real name and I want him to have access to the Kingscholar Account; I have a letter, send it to my home, and have a card delivered here for Feore!" Leona demanded.

"Hm... Welll... I would love to do that, Mr. Kingsholar, but I cannot do that." Crowley said, making Leona even madder.

"Why?" Leona growled out.

"In order for a transfer between dorms to happen, there are several parties involved: the current dorm warden, the possible future dorm warden, and myself. Mr. Arisugawa has indicated that he is not interested in changing anything about his current situation. He has only come here to acquire larger clothes and place an order for a Magic Pen. Although Mr. Arisugawa holds the title of Prefect, he is still technically the Dorm Warden of Ramshackle. If he has no desire to change his position, there is nothing that I can do about it, even if his older relative requests it." Crowley explained.

"Then do something about it! I want Feore in Svanaclaw as soon as possible and if it doesn't happen sooner rather than later, I shall take matters into my own hands, Crowley. Do not test me." Leona said before removing his hands from the desk and marched out of the room towards the Hall of Mirrors to get to the Old Dormitory.

He needed to speak to Feore himself and make him understand that he was the younger brother and needed his older brother's guidance.

He lost Feore once.

He wasn't gonna let that happen again.

[Ramshackle]

"I have to admit, Trickster; altering the Golden Color of Savanaclaw into that lovely shade of Blue really brings out your eyes." Rook said as he watched Yuu use his magic to change the golden color of the Svanaclaw Outfits to a deep blue that matched his eyes,

Yuu looked at himself in the mirror before exhaling and turning around to face the people in the sitting room of Ramshackle; after everything was said and done, all of the other dorm wardens with the exception of Kalim and Leona, along with some of the Vice Dorm Wardens like Rook and Jamil arrived at Ramshackle to check on the one who helped them for so long.

Upon arriving at Ramshackle, Yuu brewed some tea and made some desserts to entertain his guests while he changed his outfits to his liking. Upon arriving into the room, he could smell Jamil in the kitchen [Yes, there is a kitchen in Ramshackle. Small but Functional], while Riddle and his Dorm Mates were enjoying the tea and desserts that Yuu had prepared for him. Vil walked over to Yuu and ran his fingers through Yuu's long dark brown hair.

"I have to say that long hair suits you better now; I have some lovely hair care products that would best aid you in the upkeep of your lovely hair and skin, First Potato." Vil said.

"I thank you, Vil, however, I shall need your hand in learning how to properly use them." Yuu said before sitting on the couch beside Cater who was on MagiCam while recording himself and Yuu's new appearance, telling everyone at Night Raven College that the 'Prefect got an upgrade'. Yuu pinched the bridge of his nose but smiled nonetheless at the fact his friends still saw him as Yuu Arisugawa, not Feore Kingscholar, the 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah, or the Younger Brother of Leona Kingscholar. They still saw him as himself and he thanked the Great Seven for that.

Jamil walked out of the kitchen with a plate of food that was composed of meat and vegetables and placed it in front of Yuu before folding his arms and glaring at the Prefect, "You have too much frozen food in there; you need proper meals in your diet, not just the already made stuff you can buy from Sam's Place."

"I know. I know." Yuu said as he stabbed his fork into some of his salad before lifting it to his mouth; just before he could take his first bite...

There was a massive pounding on the surface of the front door of Ramschakle before Ace went to answer the door, before he could ask who it was, Ace was pushed out of the way and Leona stood there with all eyes on him but his eyes were focused on Yuu.

"Feore. We need to talk. Now."

#twisted wonderland #yandere leona kingscholar #platonic yandere #beastman yuu #magic yuu #yandere

[syn4k]

False had been mining for copper for... hours. Days? Time gets a little bit weird down in the deeps, and she remembered something that someone (a reflective surface on a clock face: still her face, but not an outfit she'd ever worn before) had told her once. Something an old friend had told them. It's wise to keep a stopwatch in the mines, he'd said, because if you don't you'll forget time existed at all pretty quick.

False hadn't brought a stopwatch.

She'd been mining copper for a while.

Several shulkers in her pockets and one extra hoisted onto her shoulder, she made her ascent with a small sigh and a slight wince. Her knees were NOT going to appreciate that later.

Her base was still right where she'd left it, every little trinket still in place and nothing touched as far as she could tell. A little clockwork copper raven lay sideways on her desk, innards splayed outwards and stomach open to the elements. Gears, springs, miniature pistons. Outside, the evening- morning? no, definitely evening sun shone low and heavy through her high windows. She checked her communicator, refreshed the chat. Just a lot of logging-out messages, the last one Pix from two weeks ago. All the ones before were even older than that.

False felt slight goosebumps raising on her biceps.

She hurriedly rubbed them back to warmth. They were probably just on vacation or something. It was fine. She stepped outside. The air was warm and sweet, high spring in the North, and she decided right then and there that she'd pull up a chair and just watch the sun set or something. Gods knew she needed the vitamin D.

Dragging a dusty folding chair outside (really, everything inside of her base was dusty, how long had she been down there??), False beat the dirt off one side, flipped it over, and did the same there, breaking spiderwebs with her bare hands and a wrinkle of the nose. Thankfully, the straps of fabric seemed intact and the joints moved smoothly, if not with a breath of resistance.

She set the chair down on the ground and sat down carefully on it, testing her weight, then leaned back and folded her hands over her stomach. The weather WAS nice, and she wondered why anyone would take a vacation when the world right here was just as picturesque.

False sat there a little while in perfect repose, body warmed by the waning sunlight, before suddenly snatching at her communicator next to her and reading the chat logs over again. Pixlriffs left the game. TheOrionSound left the game. GeminiTay left the game. MythicalSausage left the game. SmallishBeans left the game. Everyone else was listed there too, and before that there were a couple of Warden deaths. Currently, False was the only one online.

Of course, she didn't really have anywhere else to go. Other people had their worlds and their other servers and their own projects to attend to. False was just... here. Always had been, and she supposed she always would be. She couldn't really imagine herself anywhere else, anyways. Where would she go? A singleplayer world? No, that would drive her mad. MCC? Laughable. Hermitcraft? No, no, they'd know something was wrong. They'd give her questions she wouldn't be able to answer. False had seen the squints Gem had given her when she thought she wasn't looking, had seen how Pix had raised an eyebrow minutely when first raising her. False was smart enough to know that something was up. She was also smart enough to not press the matter.

Still, she did suppose it was a little strange that nobody had logged on in what, a fortnight? Even during the crossover, people still dropped in regularly to work on things quietly or get some trade deals on when the cameras were off. Even Oli had still dropped by once when he was supposedly on hiatus, and that had only lasted a few days.

Yeah. Okay. Maybe more than a little weird, but it was fine, False was like the queen of weird. Gods above, her secrets had secrets! She knew about as much about herself as she did her machines, which is to say, a lot but not everything. Not the full histories. If she read the stories told in the weathering of the copper she had crafted as her veneer, what would she read there?

Would her blood shine a bright verdigris as it was shed by the shining horrible truth?

Not the healthiest relationship to have with yourself and your history, probably, but False was also the queen of dealing the hands she was given. And the queen of this empty town, population her. Dealing with other probably empty by now towns.

Well damn, she couldn't quite ignore the fact that she'd been left behind now, could she?

With a sigh, False set down her communicator. She'd deal with that once she figured out how long she'd been down mining. Given that it was well into spring by now, judging by the trees, it'd been at least a month.

Wait, a month?

She must have made a mistake. There was no way that-

False's communicator beeped. She picked it up.

Pixlriffs joined the game.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Okay. Someone was here besides her, at least. And she was even on friendly terms with him! Well. Probably. They'd exchanged copper like, twice. False was pretty sure that counted.

<FalseSymmetry> hey <Pixlriffs> hello? <FalseSymmetry> dude where were you it's been two weeks <Pixlriffs> It's been two weeks? <FalseSymmetry> yeah nobody's logged on at all <FalseSymmetry> come to my base? <Pixlriffs> Where are you?

Again, those goosebumps. (Gods, they were getting annoying.) False frowned. It was a bit weird that Pix didn't remember where her base was, but then again he hadn't been over here in a while and he hadn't even been on the server since two weeks ago. She had to cut him some slack. With a shrug, False copied her coordinates and sent them into chat.

<Pixlriffs> wow that's a long way from where I am right now <FalseSymmetry> yeah lol <Pixlriffs> Okay, I'll be right over. Might be a minute though <FalseSymmetry> that's ok <FalseSymmetry> take your time

False put her communicator back down onto the ground besides her and waited, folding her arms again. The sun crept slowly down, eye-searing yellow fading to a more manageable red that stained the clouds purple and pinks and subtly ever-changing hues of grey. The sun dipped below the horizon. The stars came out. Pix was still not there.

False was considering asking if he was alright or something when she saw a human-shaped figure step into view in the glow of the torches she had set on her bridge. She sat up a little straighter in her chair and waved, getting up and walking forwards to meet him. "Hey," she said as Pix got closer into view. "It's been... a minute."

The face was Pixl's, but lined and worn. He looked like, ten years older. Instead of the button-down navy shirt and brown cargo pants he always wore, he was instead draped in loose, thin sand-colored robes that were bordered by a gradient reminiscent of the colors of copper. A brown shirt could be glimpsed beneath. His pants were grey and similarly loose, and instead of hiking boots he wore strapped leather sandals. False looked him up and down quickly. "Had a rough vacation?"

"Vacation?" he asked, sounding confused. His hair was down, and the grey streaks in it were more pronounced than False had noticed before. Beard too. What the hell had he been up to?

"Yeah," said False. "You've been gone for like, two weeks. You look like you aged ten years. I like the outfit, though. It's very," she waved her hand, "swoosh-y."

"Two weeks?" asked Pix, definitely sounding confused and now concerned. "I think it's been longer than two weeks."

"How long have you been out, then?" asked False.

"A month or two maybe? Maybe longer. I sort of lost track of the time, unfortunately."

"Oh, I feel that," said False, trying to ignore the knot that was tying itself oh so neatly in her stomach. "I've been mining for a while. Getting copper, y'know?" She thumbed backwards. "It takes a while."

"That it does," said Pix. His eyebrows furrowed, and he walked a little bit closer to False. "Do I know you?"

The knot pulled itself tight with a snap, and despite the warmth of the evening False was suddenly very cold. "Yeah," she said. "I- I've been trading you copper."

"I don't remember seeing you anywhere before this, though," said Pix now. "You're sure?"

False lied through her teeth. "I'm sure."

Pix stepped back and looked around, arms folded. "Okay, because I am 99% certain that I have never seen this place before in my life. Where- what's your name again? Where are we?"

"I'm False," she said, backing up a little. "This- this isn't funny anymore, Pix. Everyone's been gone for two weeks and they haven't come back yet. They've never done that before. I thought that you of all people would know what was going on-"

"False," Pix repeated, urgently now. Brown eyes met teal. "Where are we?"

"You're in Cogsmeade, and this is the Empires server," said False. "But you know that already. What are you getting at? Is this your idea of a prank?"

"It's not," said Pix. "This isn't Empires."

"What do you mean it isn't Empires? This is the server. You've been playing on it for a year and a half."

"This isn't the same place," said Pix, gesturing around him. "There's no Rivendell, no Mythlands, no Grimlands, none of that. This isn't the Empires I remember. I've never met you, and you've never met- well, not me me anyways. Something's up here."

False stood there silently for a little while, goosebumps returning to her arms. She got the feeling that they would be staying there for a while. The wind had turned cold, and somewhere behind her she could see that copper raven, still flayed, still unfinished. Time. She'd run out of time. She thought she'd had enough before the season ended- she'd run out of time.

"Do you want to go inside?" she asked.

"Sure."

#ray's tag #mcyt #empires smp #the copper architect meets the copper king #empires smp s1 x s2 #pixlriffs #falsesymmetry #there will be a part two to this but i figured the full thing would be too long as its own post lol #anyways. how are we doing folks #writing #keys' writing

[senseearly]

Thinking about this very panel, when it was said that Mithrun wanted a peaceful life with his friends and beloved, and the friends that were shown here were his first (previous is probably the more accurate term) squad:

From top left to bottom right (these are my guesses, based on the panels we had of the other Canary members):

Nils (convict)

Sita probably (warden)

Mithrun (warden)

Unknown canary (convict)

Coyote (convict)

Unknown canary (convict)

It's so interesting to me that his own squad is what he considered his friends. Not that it's bad, but you'd think that other people in Mithrun's life would show up in this panel (tho chimera-fied because the demon is not strong enough to poof the actual people up in the dungeons). It could mean two things: 1) he never was able to make friends with other people, particularly those in his own standing (other nobles in elven noble society); 2) no matter how much he judges his own canary peers, I think he cared for his own squad very deeply, enough that he'd offer refuge for them in the dungeon. And I think they do care for him too, since we're shown here that they're just dining with him despite the fact that he is now a dungeon lord.

(I don't think they're under a spell or made to stay by force. And I do think that they know at this time Mithrun is already relegated as dungeon lord when it was like forbidden by their regulations x100 times)

Much like what happened to Thistle, Delgal, Yaad, and the rest of the Golden Country citizens, a fallout between all of them was inevitable. Mithrun was getting unstable because of the demon's influence; the demon keeps chipping away onto his desires, subtle enough that Mithrun doesn't notice. Either his squad members have noticed and tried to convince him to go out, or just wanted all of them to make it out of the dungeon. Maybe they got in the crossfire against gold strippers or the other Canaries that were stuck in the dungeon.

Rip, unknown Canary :(

I know that in Kabru's re-telling of MIthrun's story, knowing the other characters weren't relevant. As Kabru said, there were just too many of them, and making everything complicated. But I think it's a nice but subtle touch to Mithrun's past and character, that the very main thing he wished for is to have a peaceful and simple life with his loved ones.

I wonder at some point during his dungeon lord days, if Mithrun had said similar lines.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #mithrun #mithrun dungeon meshi #mithrun of the house of kerensil #canaries #ryoko kui please release the hidden mithrun lore #i need to know about his previous teammates

[cookierunauprompts]

Requested by @deirdredeity (I accidentally deleted the og ask because tumblr was being fussy) :

OMG?? 🤯🤯 whattttt omgggg fuck being an anon I’m the one who requested the flustered reader shi (mmm was an anon bcz I didn’t wanna embarrass myself but whatever) omg dayumm you went crazy with it and I’m more than satisfied 😍 you always EAT (get it? haha.. eat.. and shadow milk.. haha) I love it tysm ❤️❤️ glad that I didn’t accidentally break a rule hehe.. we love girlboss girlfailures in here 😘 didn’t expect it to be that spicy but nevertheless I am GLAD ty for this juicy piece also you said currently he’s sealed so continuation where bro is UNsealed? 🤯🫣 (jk don’t take me too seriously I have a mental age of 5 jokes aside thank you i really appreciate it, it turned out super well way beyond expectations I was expecting like a few pickup lines or smooches but definitely not this it blew me out of the water hard tytytyty ily❤️)

Alright bet I get to go crazy again

Requested Prompts #43 - 💓

There's a ringing in your ears, what the hell happened? You just wanted to take a nap... yet it feels like you were in a dome of glass that just shattered. You can feel a poking against your cheek, it's something large, metalic and- wait. You crack open your eyes, just enough to see the intimidating form of Silent Salt staring you down. You're lucky that the beasts consider you... actually, you don't know what they really think of you. Do they think you're their pet? Their friend? a Frenemy? Well, either way you were their warden. " Silent Salt...?" You groan, pushing yourself up from the ground. Silent Salt says nothing, merely just pointing a ways in front of you to- ... hold on, WHAT THE FUCK??? " THE SEAL???" You exclaim, looking at the humongous crack in the realm of the seal. It pulsed with a blue, shadowy energy, which could only mean that Shadow Milk had escaped. And that was bad, very bad, because it meant that you were failing at your job. And... with how big that crack was you doubted that Elder Faerie was on the outside trying to wrangle Shadow Milk back into the seal... Meaning that you had to go outside to get him back in, but doing so would leave the other beasts unattended. Either way, you're failing at your job. So what choice do you really have? You look back at Silent Salt. " Uh... thanks for letting me know?" You said to him, to which earned you a thumbs up in response. You quickly pondered on your choice before looking back to Silent Salt. " Try not to escape while I'm gone, I don't want to double fail at my job." You tell him before running off towards the crack in the seal.

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As you expected, everything was chaos. Possessed faerie cookies lingered, danced, and fooled around all around you. There were quite a few things that were on fire and the echoes of twisted laughter almost mocked you as you steeled yourself. None of them were who you were looking for despite the resemblance he'd dressed them up in. " Dammit... where would he go if he got out on his own?" You muttered to yourself as you looked around. Fortunately, you could narrow it down to a few places, unfortunately you realized that you are but one cookie. You cannot traverse the entirety of Beast Yeast in just a few minutes or so, it'd take you a few days realistically and by then all the other beasts would have likely gotten out! Were you really fucked no matter what? Probably. You took a deep breath, if anything he'd probably be in some kind of gigantic theater- Well wouldn't you know, there's a gigantic theater right over there that's just oozing with Shadow Milk's aura. There was no way he wouldn't be there, and so that's where you'd go. Hopefully you'd be able to drag him back to the seal.

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Shadow Milk watched as those pesky little heroes ran about, celebrating as if they'd truly won. Those poor, ignorant fools! They really thought that they'd actually sealed him away in the tree again? They'd been running around in his silly little maze ever since he'd taken hold of the new half-a-cookie guardian's little friends! It was honestly quite pathetic how they hadn't realized they'd been tricked into a false sense of security, he was literally the beast of deceit! Everyone's most beloved Trickster! Tricking them into this just felt too... easy, too boring. He could try his hand at getting Silly-Vanilly to chop down the tree, all he has to do is show him the truth! And why wouldn't he want to know the truth if he embodied it? Unless he was willing to live in a lie... then he was much farther from the Truth than Shadow Milk thought- His train of thought was interrupted when the doors of his theater of lies swung open. " Hm?" That was... odd. Elder Faerie certainly shouldn't be alive, White Lily and co are stuck in his maze of deceit, so then who...? There you stood, looking quite peeved off if he had to say so himself. " Oh! Little Warden, how thrilling that you've come to make an appearance!" He chirped, casting his view of the maze to the side. The maze could wait, his little warden was here! " Shadow Milk Cookie!" You called out, pointing at him accusingly. " You will return to the great seal immediately! And that is an order from the Warden of the Seal!" You commanded him, don't mind the quick pov switch but it was frustrating enough that Shadow Milk escaped in the first place, and now he had the audacity to give you such a smug grin in reply? " Oh Little Warden..." Shadow Milk began, laying on his stomach as he rested his chin on the back of his hand. " It's so so so cute that you think that you can order me around like that~! I'm a free cookie now, and that means that I can do whatever I want again~!" He chirped with a flourish of his free hand, you could see the excited mania dancing in his eyes, you couldn't allow this to stand. " Okay, but you haven't actually earned your freedom at all. You just waited until the seal was weak enough so you could break out!" You retorted, which may have been the wrong thing to say judging by the way his grin dropped for a moment. He soon broke out into a maniacal cackle, seeming to have found your words hilarious. " Ehe he he ha ha hah! Sure, I may have done that, but does it really matter?" He teased, reaching out a clawed hand and picking you up by the edge of your cloak. You shrieked as you were hoisted into the air, you didn't have the protection of the seal that kept you from crumbling while in the real world, so your life was in a lot more danger here. " Ack- Put me down! Or at the very least hold me properly!" You protest as you squirm in place, you feel a shudder run through your dough as the beast before you lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.

" And why should I? You adorable little morsel~" He purrs, flipping you around in his hand so that you were laying on your back on his palm instead of dangling in the air. God fucking dammit, he was doing this again. He knows every, single, god damn weak spot of yours and by god does he abuse them frequently, mainly because they mostly relate to him. " You-!!" You protest, quickly shutting up when you feel his breath wash over you like a wave of hot air. And the way he's looking at you is already making you weak- No, you have to stay strong. " You know..." You hear him begin and fuck when did he get so close? There's a certain glint in his eyes, one that both intrigues you and makes you fear for your life. " I never really got a taste of you like I wanted to... Care to let me just have one little bite? Or maybe just a taste... either would be fine~" He teased with the low, stupidly sexy voice of his. You could already feel his lips at the tips of your little cookie feet, ready to open and swallow them whole if you let him. You could already feel your face turning cherry red, and you knew that he could see it judging by the slight excitement that made itself known in his eyes. You felt tempted to indulge him, but you also didn't want to lose your feet... But maybe he'd go back to the seal? No, he wouldn't... Would he? Or maybe he won't just go for your feet, he's teased you multiple times about gobbling you up in one bite. So if you give him this will he just... eat you? Apparently, you took too long to decide. You felt something moist and blue against your arm, a semi-satisfied hum creeping out of the beast holding you captive. " Mmn... I was right, you really are a sweet little treat. One that I can have all to myself~" Shadow Milk purred, his face looming over you as he left you to process what he'd done. You were in for a long ride, weren't you?

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AUGHIJBSGHGKSHG I CAN'T, I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE/lh Shadow milk... you bastard why must you make me FEEL THINGS????

but, uh, i hope you enjoyed and if anyone wants to continue this then PLEASE.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #crk #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #warden!reader prompts

[fadingsnow]

CREGAN STARK CUDDLING HEADCANNONS - cregan stark x f! reader

SUMMARY AND TW: There's a lot of backstory in the start - Cregan's in his Kazzle Dazzle's era. Mention of Cregan's parents death.

AN : i made this in the hair salon today and i was too nervous to tell them they didn't do my hair the way i wanted bc i realized it when it was finished 😟

- From a young age, Cregan Stark had always commanded respect from the houses of the North, at the age of 13, he had lord Tully and his brother shaking in their boots, and stammering.

- His father had died too early than what was expected, he barely had any time to mourn him until he became Warden of the North. He was set into the life of an unmoving ruler who was steadfast in the makings of the North. All he had left was a legacy to protect.

- This left endless nights, hiding under the covers while reading books on the various Starks throughout the centuries. Except, it was only known that he read, not that his tears stained the pages he so loved. With the loss of his father, who could there ever be to guide him? It would be a surprise to anyone if he admitted that he didn't know what to do really, at all.

- This left him susceptible to the idea of affection, hardened by the ways of the life that had been imposed on him. Never getting a moment of relief from anyone. He'd hide away from any physical touch, his hand immediately pulling away when some random lord had come to visit and had shaken his hand.

- When he first met you, he had been slightly suspicious at how easily sociable you were. When you brought him in for a hug, he couldn't even hide his shock as he raised one of his eyebrows, and slowly patted you on the back hesistantly. No matter how tough he wanted to seem, he was pretty soft. There could be chuckles and even small gasps heard around the room, why would he hug you? He only just met you, and he wouldn't even embrace his friends of years just like he did.

- The friendship had slowly developed with small moments of peace. He showed you around the North, even in his own home. The burly man led you to various shops, markets, fields full of the pure white snow, where people trained with their swords. He even embarked you on a challenge to fight, even though that led to you falling on the ground, while the young Stark could barely contain his laughter as he laughed at you, holding his arms around his stomach. Finally after his eyes had started to become teary, he held out his hand for you to grab.

- Now, Cregan Stark will finalize the relationship by something simple. He's not reallt an extravagant type of person, he knows that loyalty and the heart is more worthy than what you can buy. He'll ask you what's your favorite book, even though he already knows. He'll then put a page in the last part of the book asking you to be his (He knew not to write inside the book or else you'd be furious), with your favorite treat and a flower he had shown to you in the field of snow. You had pointed at it, and exclaimed to him how badly you wished you had it where you came from. "Cregan, I believe this to be the most beautiful flower I've ever encountered."

"I disagree."

"Why?"

"I see it right infront of me."

- Now, that it was official. You had moved to his chambers, it had been a cold night. You needed comfort - warm comfort. His body was facing the ceiling, a little stiff, but he certainly looked warm, and you needed that. You nervously placed an arm around his, and it slowly moved to around his neck. His head basically snapped, with his taller figure, he looked down at you.

"Hm?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to cuddle and.. I'm cold..?" You said it questioningly because of his confused stare, as though he's never received such type of love.

He murmured something incoherent under his breath and he instead wrapped his arms around you.

"Go ahead. Sleep." He whispered to you as you laid your head on his chest, while you tapped his waist with your fingers repeatedly.

- When you woke up, you had looked up to find a snoring Cregan, with your legs entangled together like your arms, and his breath down your neck. You tried to lay your head down again, but he woke up. With a hoarse voice, and groggily rubbing his face, he said, "Don't leave, please." He held you even tighter, and went back to sleep immediately.

When he finally fell asleep, you murmured to him, "I never will."

- From that day on, Cregan cuddled you. All. The. Time. Literally, he'd never let go of you. After a meeting, he'd plop down on the bed and reach for you, he'd even let out a huff when you apparently "took too long" to hold him.

"Y/N!" His body fell on the bed, almost making your own body fall off.

You glared at him playfully, while you noticed your book fell.

"Cregan. Did you just make me lose my page number? Yo-" You couldn't even finish your words, before he engulfed you in his arms.

"I'm more important than some old book." He finally declared after ruffling your hair up.

"I think we can debate on that." You rolled your eyes slightly, you were still annoyed but I mean, it's the Cregan Stark cuddling you. That's a privelege only you get.

- It was clear how he never let go of you, made sure to you that you were his forever. In the day, his arm would creep around your waist when some annoying lord came to you with promises of his "vast" land, and riches. All he had to do was nod at him, and the guy would run away.

- In the night, he'd rest his head on your chest this time, vice - versa. He doesn't want anyone else near you. You'd put your hands in his hair, fluffing it up, maybe braiding it a little. His hair was irrestible, just like him. It was those Stark genes, you suppose.

#Spotify #make this go viral #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #cregan x reader #house stark #cregan imagine #cregan x y/n #imagines #imagine

[puer-aurea]

Etho's session 5 trauma

this literally just fanfiction that i felt like writing bc im obsessed w weeping angel etho. all

which, btw, if you decide to read my fic Gods are Obsessive on wattpad when i start postin it (which should be soon? i hope, i just finished the build for Safe Haven so i can move on to the builds for it then start writing) weeping angel etho will be a big thing when it gets to that point

all platonic btw!!

Etho knows he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Well, he tells everyone he knows. Most of the other players haven't picked up on it, but Cleo and Grian notice the panic in his eyes and his frantic movements to shift into a less compromising position when someone looks in his direction.

Etho knows he's not a weeping angel anymore. But he can't help the anxiety when he feels eyes on him. He prepares for his joints to lock up like the stone statue the watchers made him into for that task. And then, when they don't, he has the shameful moment of rememberance that he passes off with a nervous laugh.

Grian picked up on the panic first, but both him and Cleo noticed how Etho felt embarrassed about forgetting he didn't have to worry anymore. Neither of them chose to mention it, they knew he was dealing with enough shame (though, they wouldn't say it's shame and they're pretty sure the other players would agree).

The other players haven't noticed the aftermath of Etho's task, but they're not around him much anyway.

Cleo always warns him when she's entering a room, subtly reminding he's not a weeping angel. Grian mostly keeps his eyes off Etho, only looking if it's an emergency.

Etho feels bad they have to walk on egg shells around him but he can't help it. Of course the watchers had to give the person who was figuratively stone cold the task that would literally make him stone. And of course it left everlasting effects. This anxiety ridden person wasn't him.

"Hey, Etho?" Cleo's voice came from downstairs.

"What's up?" Etho could hear the creaking of the stairs and he quickly shifted into a comfortable position at the enchanting table.

"Grian's tired after the warden-wither battle and asked for cuddles."

He could feel her eyes on him and he expected his joints to turn to stone.

"Etho, honey, you're not a weeping angel anymore." She places her hand on his shoulder.

He felt his muscles relax and he let out a breath.

"Yeah, I know. You don't have to remind me."

"I'm pretty sure we do." Cleo and Etho jumped at the new voice as Grian rounded the corner.

"Jeez, Grian. Don't scare us like that!" Cleo laughed.

"It wasn't intentional. Well, it might have been. I'm going to Bdubs' bed. Why don't we have any other beds?" Grian walked off into Bdubs room.

"We put all our beds in the bed shrine and didn't think about ourselves." Cleo followed behind him.

Etho watched them walk away, staying by the enchanting table.

"Come on, Etho! I know you're tired after being chased by the warden. The bed's big enough for the three of us." Cleo called for him.

He let out a small laugh and headed into Bdubs' room for a very much needed nap. He'd be dealing with the weeping angel trauma for a while, but at least his roommates and friends were there to help him cope.

why does this feel poorly written? im bad at dialogue

#secret life #etho secret life #grian secret life #secret life cleo #traffic life series #trafficblr #traffic smp #weeping angel etho #ethoslab #grian #zombiecleo #i forgot how to tag

[monsoon-of-art]

Donut Hole - Chapter 21

Everything Goes On

When you meet me in the daylight, like we did before Then I felt you on my shoulder, and you weren't suffering anymore You said: "I'm sorry that you worry, but don't apologize" I told you to forget me, but you stayed by my side, when I said- - Everything Goes On, Porter Robinson

[it's...over?] [ao3 link]

Dawn tugged at the edges of her scarf. The commander sat at his desk, Cyllene by his side, and the Clan Leaders stood besides her. The air was tense, terribly so. It did not help that neither Irida nor Adaman could seem to look her in the eyes.

There was no talking. There was no sound, period.

Finally, Kamado cleared his throat, and addressed Cyllene without looking away from Dawn and the leaders. “Cyllene. If you’d please.”

“This list has been compiled from eye-witnesses.” she began. “From both clan members, Wardens, and Leaders.”

To her left, Irida shifted nervously. Adaman crossed his arms over his chest.

Cyllene continued. “Assault. Theft. Destruction of property. Assault.”

Dawn’s blood turned to ice, and the weight of this meeting finally settled on her like a rock.

Barry, evidently, had been very, very busy.

He had said something earlier, about being ‘stupid’, but Dawn couldn’t ask about it before Cyllene came to visit.

It was probably a good thing, in hindsight, that Barry fainted almost immediately after. If he really thought this was a universe where Cyrus won, that interaction could’ve gone much worse.

“-Causing a landslide and destroying half of the Diamond Clan Settlement. Burning down half of the Pearl Clan Settlement. More Assault. Deliberately attacking the Noble Pokemon.”

Dawn was starting to feel lightheaded.

This had to be a mistake. Barry couldn’t do all that, Barry wouldn’t do that! He was so thin and tired and weak in the medical wing, he was a danger to himself more than anyone!

“Another assault, this time using a pokemon. Attacking a Noble Pokemon. Assault. Assault. Attacking a Noble Pokemon. Attacking a Noble Pokemon.”

How was there so much?

Kamado raised his hand. “I believe that’s enough.” He leaned a bit closer over his desk. “Dawn. If I recall correctly, this is your friend? ”

She tried swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Care to give us an explanation?”

Dawn briefly thought about lying. Thought about lying her little heart out. She had been barely accepted by Jubilife as an outsider, but Barry would have to fight uphill with a list a mile long like that.

He'd get kicked out. Thrown to the luxrays to be devoured and torn to shreds. He could even reflect badly on her , and she'd be tossed out after him-

No. No more lying. She had done enough of that, lying about her memory.

Dawn took a deep breath. “I've been doing a lot of…thinking, since Barry arrived. About him, about me - about my life before here. It's still so fuzzy, but he's helped me fill in some of the gaps.”

“There was a group of… Bad People. They were Bad People who did Bad Things. They stole things, attacked others, they planted explosives in the local lake...They wanted to destroy my home, they wanted to destroy everything. They wanted the world to be reduced to ash and darkness and nothingness. ”

She tried not to look at anyone directly, but she almost swore she saw Kamado’s face soften.

“Barry and I tried to fight back, tried to drive them away. We barely made it out with our lives. I think…” she hesitated. “Barry thought that the clans were the Bad People. He thought you took me away, he thought I was in danger. His memory is faulty, just like mine, and he’s terribly sick. I’m sure he didn’t mean it! He was just worried about me!”

Irida put a hand to her face, and Adaman uncomfortably shifted from one foot to the other. Kamado leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful hum. “...hm. I see.”

He addressed the leaders now. “And you two. What do you wish to do with the boy?”

Dawn tried to subtly glance at the leaders to see their faces. They looked just as anxious as she felt.

“Well, we…we still think-” Irida stuttered and stammered.

“The boy needs to be punished.” Adaman finished for her, speaking in a rush, as if he just wanted the words out of his mouth as fast as he could.

Dawn felt her heart stop and tears well in her eyes. They were going to exile him, or maybe they were going to do something worse. Was this the time period where they stoned people to death? They were going to kill him, either directly or indirectly.

How could they say that? How could they think that after telling them why?

Kamado nodded and looked at Cyllene. “And what do you think of all this?”

Cyllene looked at the leaders. Cyllene looked at Dawn.

“...you want my honest opinion, Commander?”

“Your honesty is all I ever ask for.”

There was a long period of silence as Cyllene thought of an answer.

“I believe the boy should contribute to the Survey Corps.”

“WHAT?!”

The leaders and Dawn were on the same confused page, it seems.

“I believe we need a bit more from you, Cyllene.” Kamado said, sounding a tad confused as well.

Cyllene straightened at Kamado’s comment. “The boy was brought in with a bag containing five Pokeballs. Each ball contained a pokemon he had caught, raised, and trained with no guidance or assistance from us. A single person training any pokemon is a feat. A young boy training five pokemon is astounding.”

She turned to Kamado. “The fact that he could use Pokeballs with no training, and the fact that he was able to survive Hisui alone, shows his resourcefulness, strength, and his adaptability.”

Cyllene turned back to the Clan Leaders, who were still clearly surprised by her thoughts on the matter. “Here, not only will he work for his room and board, but he will work to repay his crimes…perhaps by assisting you?”

Adaman and Irida were stunned into complete silence, looking at one another to try and force words to appear.

“I find this solution to be agreeable.” Kamado interrupted. “That way, we can keep a close eye on him, to make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble. You two can't seem to come up with a reason as to why we should not …so I am going to assume this is the best option going forward. Dismissed.”

Having lost their opportunity to object, Irida and Adaman slowly left the commander's chamber. Dawn waited for them to leave, not wanting to talk to them at the moment.

Before she could leave, Kamado cleared his throat to get her attention. “I'm serious, Dawn. We'll be watching your friend very carefully. Just as I have told you, if he wishes to be accepted and trusted, he will need to work hard. And he hasn't started on the best foot forward.”

Dawn nodded, almost bowing, before quickly darting out of the room.

While she did not want to see Adaman and Irida, she did linger a moment to try and catch Cyllene. 

It took Dawn a great deal of effort not to tackle the captain in a big hug. She hoped a warm smile would have the same effect. “Thank you, Captain Cyllene.”

Cyllene kept her stoic composure. “I have no idea what you're implying. You and I both know that Laventon requires all the help we can afford to give him. Speaking of, I believe you have duties to attend to. You need at least a Four Star Ranking before you can take on the Highlands.”

It appears as though Irida and Adaman shared Dawn’s plan, for they too had lingered down the stairs, waiting for her. She bristled at the two upon seeing them.

Some part of Dawn knew, deep down, that being the leader of a Clan of people must be hard. And some part of her knew that Barry - supposedly - did a lot of stupid things out in Hisui.

But the larger, louder part of her was mad at them. They wanted to punish her friend! How dare they! He didn’t know any better! He probably didn’t mean it! She knew he didn’t!

Both of them started talking - quietly, sheepishly - but Dawn didn’t stick around. She brushed past them without a word, making a point to not look at them with a huff. A little childish, maybe, but she wanted to get the point across.

Adaman and Irida didn’t go after her. 

Instead, Irida turned to Cyllene. “Be honest, why did you suggest taking Barry in? It seems…extremely charitable, even for the Galaxy team…”

“Yeah, that kid may be Dawn’s friend, but you read what he’s done. He could still be a threat. Are you certain that’s a good idea?”

“I went to visit him. It was a surprise visit, and in hindsight, I should’ve given him warning.” Cyllene said slowly, making her way back to her office. “In the brief moments of consciousness the boy had, I studied him. And do you know what I saw?”

She stopped in front of the doors to her office. “I looked into his eyes, and all I saw was complete and utter terror.”

---

“Dawnie, give me the other mochi.”

“No, Barry, Miss Pesselle says you’re eating too fast. You need to eat slower, she says your tummy is all shriveled up like a dried leppa berry.”

He tried not to pout so much. But he had been eating berries for…who knows how long, and this potato mochi tasted like Heaven in comparison. “Tell me more about the Survey Corps.” said Barry, trying to change the subject.

“The Pokedex doesn’t exist yet.” she began explaining again. “People and Pokemon relationships are still a little rocky.”

“So…we’re just filling out the Pokedex. Didn’t Rowan ask you that too? Give me a mochi. Please?”

Dawn relented, placing a mochi onto his plate. As soon as it touched the plate, he scarfed it down as fast as he could.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s different than that. We’re not just catching pokemon, we’re studying them. Catching different specimens to get an accurate weight distribution, observing them in the wild, seeing that foods they like-”

“That sounds really boring.” he said through a mouthful.

“Well, it can be, sometimes. Some of the tasks Laventon wants us to do are…boring. But it can be dangerous! It can be really dangerous! Pokemon-”

“Will attack you?” Barry finished the sentence for her. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve experienced that first-hand. And there’s these really really big ones-”

“Those are Alpha Pokemon. Also very dangerous.” She set down her plate and raised up her sleeve to show a long, pink scar running up her arm.

“Whoa! How’d that happen?! Who did that?! I’ll fine them in to the next century!”

“Alpha Parasect got me as I was trying to run. But then-but then you see momma and poppa pokemon caring for their babies- or or a tiny baby spheal rolling up to you-”

“And why am I doing this?”

“Because.” She set another mochi on his plate, which was quickly and ravenously devoured. “In order to live in Jubilife village, you work. You need to earn your keep. Secondly, you have a rap sheet a mile long-”

“I plead the fifth.”

“That only works in Unova.”

“It was self defense!”

“I know! But they’re still mad. So you’re kind of working off your crimes, too.”

“I demand a lawyer.”

“Barry, please. Take this a little seriously.” she sniffled, wiping at her eyes to try and preemptively stop the tears. “I thought they were gonna kick you out. I thought they were gonna kill you. S-Stone you to death.”

His eyes went wide. “They stone people to death here??”

“Maybe…I dunno…I was really scared.”

Barry slid over on his bed to make room. “Come here, come here.” he said, patting the space beside him. Dawn put the plate of mochi on the bedside table and sat down next to him, pulling him into a squeezing hug.

“I’ll join the Survey Corps. I’ll do what they ask me to do, I’ll do it! No more worrying. Me and you, it’ll be like when we started our journey!” said Barry, squeezing back.

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen. I won’t let it.”

[And...Close Scene! That's it guys, that's a wrap for Donut Hole!...but I'm not done with Barry yet >:)]

[And now, a shameless plug for my besties fic: "When you reach the end of the line, you must be brave." By Pinkrhin0. "In which Emmet arrives somewhere new, makes a new friend, travels cross country, and, most importantly of all: Stays alive- No matter what." A fun take on a reunion fic where Emmet has a very bad time!! Yippee!!!]

#pokemon legends arceus #pla #rival barry #barry in hisui

[mayzi33]

******SPOILERS, SO MANY SPOILERS AHEAD.*********

I have so much to say I'm afraid my brain might explode. So I'll try to keep calm despite still being at the verge of tears.

When I first started this book series, I thought it would be the usual light, cutesy fantasy about friendship and family. And oh boy, OH BOY WAS I WRONG.

On a side note, something I'd like to point out I noticed, from the first book to the third, the lighting on the cover progressively gets darker. Of course, representing the story itself as the plot gets darker as well. On the last book, it's still dark, but there's a light coming from Janner, Kalmar and Leeli, like they finally reached sunrise after a long, ruthless night. Something i'm pretty sure was said at some point on the books themselves, about no matter how long the night is the day will always come.

Anyways. Back to the topic at hand. As the story progressed, I keep growing more and more connected to these characters, and each chapter I rooted more and more for the Jewels Of Anniera.

I'd like to add that I'm an only child, yet, somehow, I can tell Janner is one of the best eldest sibling characters ever written. My whole life I've only watched siblings around me and their relationship with eachother, especially on the eldest's side, and somehow, Janner reminded me of every friend, family member or random stranger I saw on the streets someday that have siblings.

Janner is such a complex character. He is by no means perfect, but he does have a golden heart. One of the things I was most impressed by was how the author described Janner's feelings, whatever it was the longing for his father, or just feeling burdened by his siblings. And yet, no matter what Janner is feeling, the narrator never invalidates his feelings or antagonize him. Janner is a child, a child who went through a lot. He is allowed to miss a father he never had just as he is allowed to sometimes be annoyed for always having to make sacrifices for his siblings. But one of the things I admired the most about Janner (along with everyone else I'm pretty sure) was his character development. At the first book, he'd roll his eyes at the mere thought of having to look after his siblings and saw them as a burden. At the second book, he learned the hard way how much Kalmar and Leeli matter to him, and how it hurts to be away from them. On the third book, he took pride on his title as Throne Warden and role as the eldest sibling, being devoted to protecting the High King and Song Maiden. And at last, on the last book, he leaves pride aside. He doesn't take care of Kalmar and Leeli because it's his duty, because it's honorable, neither because that's what he has always been told to do. He does it because he loves them above all else, because he finally sees how strong the bond the three of them share truly is, because he feels the blessing the Maker has gifted them, and how much stronger they are when they're together.

Janner is a kind, brave, clever, beautiful boy.

And I will forever believe that they managed to get him the water from the First Well to heal him. I will nor accept any other ending.

Kalmar. At first, the typical goofy, troublemaking sibling, more like a comic relief. But again, OHOHOHO BOY... DID THAT CHANGE.

I definetely did not expect for them to take the turn they did with Kalmar. I could tell that he would have some character arc mainly towards maturing and taking responsability, but I DID NOT EXPECT IT TO BE LIKE THAT. Seeing that bright, easy-going, smiley little boy loosing his usual joyful personality when he was fanged, slowly loosing his sanity and growing on his self loathing was really something painful yet beautiful to watch. Like Janner, he also had to learn his lesson on the hardest way possible. An extrovert kid like him, having everyone turning their backs on him and looking at him with hatred, and yet, he learned to keep his head high, like a High King. (the phrase "keep your head held high or else your crown will fall" is literally perfect for him.) And most of all, seeing him risk his life to aid a strange cloven, (that turned out to be his father) grant the Hollowsfolk his forgiveness despite everything they did to him, show mercy and compassion to the Fangs despite everything they did, all of these things make Kalmar an inspiring ruler, and leaves me assured that he will be a great king after all.

Now, Leeli, sweet, pure-hearted Leeli. I will be honest, at first I was afraid that they would make her the typical "overly nice and overly fragile female character", but again, BOY WAS I WRONG. (I don't know how many times I will repeat that, I apologize.) At some points in the books, she didn't have as much spotlight as her brother and I felt like she was kind of being thrown aside. But there's always a turn the books take that make her lack of spotlight at first worth it. So young, the youngest of the Jewels Of Anniera, yet she has seen and done so much. Has a bad leg, needed to use a crutch since she was little, yet that literally never stopped her. She strives to keep up with her brothers, and despite his kind personality she shows she can be festy and even scary when she wants to. (I will never forget that moment in the second book where she was yelling at the trolls and fangs and they were actually eager to obey her lol). She hates it when people assume she's weak and often refuses help, proving she's perfectly capable. But at times, she does need help, which shows us all it's okay to have someone to rely on. She was the link between Janner and Kalmar, no matter how much they argued nor how mad they were at eachother, she was always there for both of them and connecting them back together. She may not be able to fight like her brothers, but she found her own strenght. Her music, something that has always brought joy and hope to others turns out to be an ACTUAL weapon. She kicked a Green Fang to defend her puppy, she was the first one to see the pain and kindess through Peet, Nugget sacrificed himself for her showing how her strong her love for others really is, she stopped A FREAKING DRAGON from killing her grandpa, she led an army of dogs, she defeated countless fangs with nothing but her song. One of the best child female chracters I've seen in a while. She is feminine, has her weak points, but she finds her strenght, not in swords, punches or bows but on a whistleharp. I love her so much I can't describe it.

I love all of these kids so much. I am *proud* of them. I know it's a weird thing to say about fictional characters, but these books just make me feel this way. I can't name a single character I didn't connect or feel empathy with.

Nia, such a strong, independent woman, raising her children having lost her husband and kingdom, yet keep her head held high like the queen she is.

Podo, a man who has sinned, takes shame on them, yet shows that sinners can still be good people. Loves his family above all else, protected and took care of them until his last breath, might have been a little rough around the edges, but always showed a soft spot for his daughter and grandkids.

Artham, a broken man, haunted by the shame of loosing his brother, slowly, but surely, healing. Learning to move on by protecting his nephews and niece, making what was once a weakness a strenght.

Oskar, an old man that was always sitting on the library, letting go of his peaceful life and risking his life to accompany the Wingfeathers through thick and thin.

Sara, who was taken from her family, abused and had all her hope crushed, finding her courage back after meeting Janner and taking after him, being a sisterly figure, leader and queen ti billions of orphan children, and helping them find their strenght and fight for their freedom.

Maraly, a rude strander girl who was raised horribly her whole life by her abusive father, finally finding true love and a true father figure.

Everything about this story has touched me. A broken world taken by an evil monarch who turned to be just another broken soul, filled with hopeless people, people who had surrended to the darkness... Saved by three children, who brought light everywhere they went. A boy with scars, a boy inside a wolf, and a girl with a crutch. Kids who one day were mere peasants, the other were the Jewels Of Anniera, and a year later, heroes of Aerwiar.

I've smiled, I've laughed, I've been shocked, I've been scared, I've been mad, I've cried. I have red lots, and I mean LOTS of books. Different stories, different worlds, different characters. Yet none of them has touched me half as much as The Wingfeather Saga.

It has war, tears, bloodshed, betrayals, sacrifices and sorrow. But it also has love, joy, hope, laughter, wonder and light.

This story definetely deserves way more fans and recognition. I hope that with the new animated series (which I'll definetely watch later) it begins to gain more love.

Anyways. I really love this in case y'all couldn't tell already. Have a good day/afternoon/evening.

#the wingfeather saga #janner wingfeather #kalmar wingfeather #leeli wingfeather #the warden and the wolf king #podo helmer #nia wingfeather #book rant #andrew peterson #christianity #underrated books #fantasy books

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 4 MATCH 8

Zevran propaganda:

“The bisexual elf man”

"what about 'for the chance to be by your side i would storm the dark city itself'?? he can essentially propose!! if you die he canonically never loves again!!"

"literally the sweetest romance ive ever had the chance of doing

everytime i play origins i try to romance someone else but the momebt he starts talking i absolutely melt!!!!!

zevran shouldnt just be boiled down to bisexual elf man

he also is deeply traumatized since he was used for his body since a young child

so the warden and zevrans romance is such a sweet and slow romance ws you slowly help him realize that you dont just see him as his body!!!!

hes the sweetest man on earth and i will die on this hill

i will never love anyone more than this man"

Derek propaganda:

"Impossible to dislike

No, like, literally impossible. OL1 will allow you to be indifferent to it's two other LIs, Cove and Baxter but you actually can't pick that option for Derek. Game decided that You Will Be (at least) Friends With Derek

This boy is so good!!!! He's a sweetheart and has your back in the best way and he's constantly doing his best to make sure the people around him (especially you) are happy

This is also a complex flaw of his because he feels like he needs to be the best that he can be and to be worth something

This both manifests in how he treats others (he's exceedingly well-mannered and does everything for others because he secretly hopes that someday someone will do the same for him) and his career prospects (he takes on excessive practice to get good at football/soccer so that he can potentially get a scholarship and become famous all so he can potenially feel like he's worth something. This is actually a major conflict in his Step 4)

His DLC also has some of the best moments in the game

He also has a family and they're also really good and you get to see a lot of them

His dad is hilarious, his mom is gorgeous and their relationship is very cute

Meanwhile, Derek's brothers are great. I wanna gush about them because I love them but also play Derek's DLC yourself!!! See how good they are for yourself!!!!

I will say that these three have a really good relationship dynamic and the development it takes in the 10 years between when you first meet Jorge and Nico as little kids to Step 4 where they're adults (and a teenager, Nico is 16 in Step 4) is genuinely very well written

If you're into the steamy stuff, Derek also has the best make-out session out of all of the boys

He's also just. Very funny. This boy will invite you to a waterpark and then ask you if its a date so he knows whether or not it's ok to check you out in your swimsuit

Or, if you aren't dating by that point (but you do want to to date him), the narration will note how he's trying so so hard not to check you out, he's just trying so so so hard

Puppy dog face. Look at it. Tell me you can look at that face and not want to smooch him

His confession is also the best, did I mention it's the best? Because it's absolutely the best one in the entire game

He has a whole thing about having to confess to you on a ferris wheel and he's so committed to it that he actually avoided ferris wheels for a long time before this confession because he promised himself he'd do it the next time he went on one

And then he went on one...and he literally doesn't confess when he does it because he lost track of time and he had to get off

so he asks you to go on the ferris wheel with him again so he can actually confess this time

Just. Just vote for him!!!!"

#zevran arainai #dragon age #dragon age: origins #derek suarez #our life #our life beginnings & always #round 4 #most datable datable character

[silverskye13]

Some words aren't real until they're felt. Language is a bit ephemeral like that sometimes. It's like, in theory the word makes sense, but its practical value is lost until it's touched, tasted. Visceralized. That's not a real word, but-- it's like you can hear the word awesome, and it's not until you're looking off the side of a mountain, taking in the edges of an endless world, that the word awesome has punch. Keen is dull until you've cut your hand on a blade or a friend's wit. Power is nothing until your hands are blooded by redstone, clenched around the pulse of the universe.

Deep and dark are greyscale until bellowed from a Warden's throat.

Etho is learning a new word today. Actualizing it. Realizing it's full weight and meaning. It paints his grin, his teeth. Twitches his limbs. Jolts his ribcage.

The word he's learning is bloodlust.

He thought it was a word he'd known before. He was a survivor by nature. He knew what it meant to kill or be killed. He knew the thrill of the hunt, of the pounce before the prize. He knew what it was like to be red, dangerously close to the end. He'd misplaced these as bloodlust in the time he'd felt them.

Joel is bloodthirsty. It's an unquenchable thing, like sand in your throat, it sticks and it grates, and Etho is discomforted by the feeling. It's contestant now that they're red, a stickiness in the back of his throat like he's never had water a day in his life. Joel is unbothered. He moves the same. Talks the same. Etho spends a lot of time swallowing and clearing his throat.

When Joel starts chasing Pearl, snarling and screaming, Etho runs with him. First on foot, then on horseback. He's swinging his sword and there's not a single thought in his head, outside the giddy, open-mouthed feeling of chasing something that knows it can't escape. It fills his chest, makes him lightheaded. It sings through his muscles, his lungs, everything. Joel plunges his sword into Pearl's back, and the singing is like a fever in Etho's head, and Joel is grinning at him and Etho realizes -- this is Joel. The way this feels. The way it compels. It's Joel. It's the way their souls are linked.

Etho is learning the meaning of bloodlust. He's heady and euphoric and he feels bad, because Pearl was just messing around, but he also feels good. Sated. The back of his throat doesn't stick.

Some words are nothing until they're felt. Really felt. Etho had never felt bloodlust before. Joel wears it like a second skin. He squeals and he laughs and he screams and he's unhinged, and his kicking Etho off his own hinges with every word.

Etho decides he enjoys this feeling, like wolves chasing ravens, open-mouthed and panting. He will chase Joel wherever he goes, chasing satisfaction. He can't wait to sink his teeth into it again.

#the barking writer #double life smp spoilers #dlsmp spoilers #ethoslab #[shrugs] actively falling asleep writing this #i dream-hallucinated a lot in between words #anyway goodnight