#Warrios of hope

[mod-ibuki]

May I request headcanons of Kotoko, Monaca, Jataro, Nagisa, and Jataro with a blind gn older sibling reader?

“It’s okay.”

M-I: hope you like this, anon, it’s my first WOH request!! i apologize this took so long, and sorry if they’re OOC, i havent played UDG in a while.

SUMMARY: Kotoko, Monaca, Jataro, Nagisa, and Masaru with a blind!gn!older sibling.

PAIRINGS: Kotoko + reader, Monaca + reader, Jataro + reader, Nagisa + reader, Masaru + reader

GENRE: fluff :D

[Super sorry if I got anything incorrect, do not hesitate to tell me as I will gladly change it.]

— KOTOKO UTSUGI

I can imagine her tiny hand holding yours as you both walk, with you asking her questions and Kotoko answering willingly and happily as you walk towards your destination. When you need to go a certain direction, she’ll tug at your hand and tell you that you need to walk a different way.

Kotoko will always guide you so you can get where you need to be at. If you want, she can help you dress up for occasions (or purely for fun), and if you’ll allow it, she’ll paint your nails! “What about sparkly red? Or maybe just red? Whatever you pick will be totally adorbs on you!”

If anyone is rude towards you, she’ll step in with the most serious and intimidating face she could muster. That would be slightly hard to be intimidating though, since she’s a kid and it isn’t exactly easy to be scary when she looks like, an adorable child, basically. So, when that doesn’t work, she resorts to calling them a demon, pointing out that they’re attacking a person who’s clearly already struggling..!

If that doesn’t work either.. Well, you’ll have to step in and just tell them to go somewhere else. Although Kotoko was upset that she couldn’t defend you, she was still happy that you got the person to go away. You congratulate her, saying she did her very best and it helped a ton! You ask if you wanna go get icecream as a reward, of course she eagerly says yes, and grabs ahold of your hand.

When you’re careful not to say her trigger word, she appreciates it a lot. You know of her past and as her older sibling, or just as a decent person in general, you’re cautious not to say the word that’ll make her have a breakdown. After all, Kotoko is just a child and no one deserves to get reminded of their trauma, which you tell her. She’s happy you’re her older sibling. Even though you may not be able to see, she hopes you can see how much she loves and appreciates you.

— MONACA

She’ll make small talk when you’re pushing her wheelchair, and tell you whenever you need to stop or make a turn. Monaca prefers silence between the two of you though, it comforts her since she can just look at you and know you care for her, even if you were unfortunate to have your sight taken away, you were still so generous to her.

Monaca, as I’ve mentioned earlier, likes it better when there’s silence between you two. She especially likes it when she falls asleep in your arms, your comforting words lulling her to sleep. She knows how much you make her feel like she’s special, and she loves you for it. You make her feel like she’s the center of the world, focusing most of your attention on her and her only, which makes her feel so special.

Will throw a tantrum when someone is giving you attitude. Monaca hates it when people do or say anything mean to you, so she’ll basically cry until the person is annoyed enough to leave. Completely switches her personality once they’re gone from view though, and goes back to the sweet and loving Monaca you always knew.

— JATARO KEMURI

You tell him he’s nowhere close to ugly and that you’d never hate him, Jataro says you’ve never seen his face, you smile and pat his head, reassuring him that you know when someone is ugly and who’s not, depending on their personality. Jataro then feels happy, but doesn’t think he deserves it.

You’re quite upset you cannot see his artwork, but he describes it to you in a childlike manner when you ask him to. Your imagination will have to do for now, but you don’t mind. You try to make Jataro more comfortable with taking his “mask” off, even if it’s just with you, and you say you don’t care if you can’t see it. As long as his head isn’t in that mask.

You know what happened to Jataro. You hate what she did to Jataro, and always will. Jataro is glad that you’re trying to up his self esteem, and it works, the slightest bit of confidence arising each day as you remind him that he will never be hated by you, that you’ll love him forever, no matter what.

Jataro likes it when you hug him or ruffle his hair. It makes him feel good, it makes him think that he’s worth of everything you’ve ever had, and that you’ll always be there to stay with him, even through the roughest times.

— NAGISA SHINGETSU

Praising him for how smart he is will melt him, and he can’t keep a straight face because he’s so happy. The amount of times you’ve said you were proud of him for his achievements is something not even Nagisa can add up, and knowing that makes him so joyful.

Often times, you study with him. After you study, he pulls at your hand and asks if he’s allowed to sleep, and you just remind him that he doesn’t need to ask such silly questions. Nagisa sounds rather confused, so you answer, “of course, Nagisa.” With that, he leads you to your bedroom and waves you goodbye, going back to his own room and finally resting.

Nagisa’s quite the smart kid, so he often does the communication when you’re in a taxi/uber and does the paying (using your money, since he doesn’t have any, of course) so you don’t have to go through the trouble. Once you’re out of the car, you pat his head and thank him for what he did, to which he shakily replies with, “i-it was just returning what you did for me, nothing m-more.”

— MASARU DAIMON

A tad bit upset you can’t play sports with him.

He’ll most likely spend the day with you, telling you about how great sports are. You gladly listen to his rants, nodding and making sounds to agree with him. Masaru likes when you talk about what you like to do though, even if they don’t involve sports.

Oh? Someone’s being disrespectful? He’s the type of kid who won’t usually think before they act, which is normal for most kids of course, so Masaru starts pointing at the person and “cursing” them out. By cursing, I mean telling them to go somewhere else or he’ll throw a soccer ball to their head.

“Big sib Y/N, look, look! Oh wait-” Is what happens when Masaru’s doing something cool and he wants to show you, forgetting that you’re blind and can’t see the trick he’s doing. You pat his head and tell him he did great.

#Request Completed! #PLATONIC #Warrios of hope #sibling reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #ultra despair girls #ultra despair girls: another episode #kotoko utsugi #monaca #nagisa shingetsu #jataro kemuri #masaru daimon

[rainbowdonkee]

Chibi art for Fallen Byleth!

#feh #fe #fe3h #fe byleth #fe sothis #byleth eisner #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #fire emblem warrios #fire emblem three hopes #gacha #chibi

[servantstims]

#✦ . my boards #✦ . danganronpa #✦ . monaca towa #✦ . warrioes of hope #DONE. #✦ . queued

[confesiones-fireemblem]

Quería jugar Three Hopes hasta que vi cómo arruinó a Claude. Mis ganas de comprar el juego o de siquiera probar la demo se fueron.

#fire emblem #fire emblem warrios three hopes #claude von riegan #(( personita hermosa que envió esto pasa contexto por msj. quiero saber por qué lo arruinaron jsjs )) #(( es en serio )) #confesiones #fire emblem en español

[whitedarkmoonflower]

hello

Can I request a sihtric x reader fic where she doesn’t know how to braid, so sihtric teaches her. and when she’s good enough he lets her braid his hair for battle saying it would bring him luck(?)

this is the main idea but you can change & do whatever you like with it! Thank you!

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: I think I have never written a fic so quickly as this one. It just touched a string within me. Thank you so much for this absolutely lovely request! I hope you'll enjoy it!

Warnings: fluff, tons of fluff and such a tiny bit of angst, that it doesn't really count 

Word Count: 4,5K

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @hb8301 @zillahvathek

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The first light of dawn painted the horizon in  delicate hues of pink and orange,  casting a soft reflection on the tranquil river below. The water flowed very calm in this part of the river, the gentle lapping of the current seamlessly melding with the melodies of the first birds, praising the awakening of a new day. 

As Sihtric walked, he felt a sense of peace enveloping him. The riverside always had this calming effect, a place where he could gather his thoughts before the day's chaos ensued. Especially now, with Coocham buzzing with warriors gearing up for battle. 

Soon, he reached a secluded bend in the river, framed by tall reeds from the side of the river, while nearby a sprawling willow provided shade, shielding this corner from both the sun's gaze and curious onlookers. The air here was cooler, tinged with the refreshing scent of wet soil and the distant fragrance of blooming wildflowers.

Rounding the bend, Sihtric halted, an unexpected sight meeting his eyes – amidst the curtain of reeds and morning's embrace, you were dressing after what appeared to be a refreshing river bath. Droplets of water still clung to your naked arms, glistening in the faint sunlight. You reached for your leather jerkin, slipping it over your undergarment and breeches, then tugged on your boots and fastened your sword. Your damp hair, darker than its usual shade, clung to your neck, small streamlets running down your back.

Even from where he stood, Sihtric could see the focus in your stance, reminding him instantly of how you looked in the heat of training. He smirked remembering the unexpected twist his first sparring session with you had taken.

It had been a mystery to him why Uhtred had taken you in as a warrior. A woman – a small and delicate creature, looking like you would break into two from wielding that long and heavy blade of yours. The way you danced around the hay dolls in the sparring grounds, as if playing some intricate game, made Sihtric just wrinkle his nose and rolle his eyes, even as Finan approvingly chuckled with his tongue, hinting at a different perspective.

Until that one day.

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It was a late afternoon and the training grounds resonated with the rhythmic clang of metal clashing and the shuffling of feet on dry ground. Sihtric, along with Finan and Osfert, stood slightly off, their gazes fixed once again on you as you flowed through a series of maneuvers with your blade.

"She's got a knack for this," Finan observed, admiration evident in his voice. "See her footwork? Swift and sharp."

Osferth nodded, adding, "She's trained well. That much is clear."

"Since when have you turned into an expert in sword skill?” Sihtric scoffed, “Besides training and actual battle are worlds apart. Dancing around here is one thing, but facing seasoned warriors? Doubt she'd last a minute."

Finan shot him a sidelong glance. "Don't be so quick to dismiss, Sihtric. She might surprise you."

"She might be good," Sihtric conceded, his tone laced with sarcasm, "for training sessions with stray dolls. They don’t fight back. Let's be real; when swords clash in earnest, it's a different game."

Osferth countered, "You're not giving her enough credit. It's evident she has the heart of a warrior."

Sihtric's lips curled into a smirk, "Heart won't stand a chance against seasoned Dane fighters."

Finan, growing frustrated, retorted, "Like you, you mean? There's something else that bothers you about her, and it's not her skills. Spit it out."

“In the shield wall, every man counts. I want my flanks secured by real warriors, not this dancing doll.” Sihtric sneered with disdain.

Sihtric turned to look at you just to realise that you had approached the trio, having caught the tail end of their conversation. Blade resting on your shoulder, you met Sihtric's gaze squarely. "Shall we see? Care for a spar, Sihtric?"

The challenge hung in the air, and the attention of everybody on the grounds was suddenly focused on both of you.

"Perhaps we should use sticks, not steel. Wouldn't want to mar that pretty face of yours," Sihtric jested. 

Your retort was swift, "Scared I might leave a mark?" With a confident stride, you took your stance, eyes locked onto Sihtric, awaiting his move. 

Amid the expectant gazes of his friends and other warriors now coming closer, Sihtric drew his blade and slowly stepped into the training ground, every muscle radiating the confidence of years of experience and countless battles.

Without hesitation, Sihtric made the first move, lunging forward with a powerful strike, expecting to overwhelm you and end the bout swiftly. To his astonishment, he was met with empty air as you sidestepped evading him gracefully. His initial smugness was replaced with a furrowed brow.

The dance continued, with Sihtric trying to leverage his strength, but you remained elusive. Like a leaf caught in a whirl of wind, you ducked, swirled, and danced around him, evading each of his strikes. Each of your movements, precise and fluid, confounded him, taunting him with feints, luring him in with the promise of an opening in your defences, only to change direction at the last moment, leaving him off-balance. Each time, the crowd's gasps and murmurs grew louder, Sihtric's frustration evidently increased.

The defining moment came when you feigned a low strike, prompting Sihtric to lower his defence. In a split second, you changed your trajectory, using his momentum against him. He stumbled, caught off guard, and with a deft move, you closed in, swirling around, striking his blade hand and burying your shoulder in his stomach. Sihtric could only gasp watching his blade flying out of his grasp, himself landing roughly on the dusty ground.

A wave of cheers washed over the grounds. Standing tall, you extended a hand to a visibly dazed Sihtric, sitting in the dirt. 

Finan's smirk was hard to miss as he chuckled, "Told you so. You just wouldn't listen." 

The next morning as you arrived at the training grounds, Sihtric was already there, engrossed in sharpening his sword. Every stroke showed his focus, so much so that he didn't seem to notice you approaching. You hesitated for a moment before turning away to begin your own regimen, keenly aware of Sihtric's discreet glances in your direction as you practiced.

Finan approached, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Waiting for someone, Sihtric?"

Sihtric shot him an annoyed look. "Just making sure my blade is sharp."

Osferth, joining them, chuckled. "He's been 'making sure' that for the past hour, you can use that blade for shaving!"

Sihtric sighed, "Alright, alright. I was thinking of...you know...asking her to spar. But..."

"But you're too chicken to ask?" Finan teased.

"It's not that. It's just... What if she feels I'm challenging her?  Or worse, trying to show off?" Sihtric shifted uneasily.

"Why don't you just be direct?" Osferth suggested. "Ask her if she'd like to train with you. Simple."

Before Sihtric could reply, you approached, having noticed the trio's discussion. "Something interesting you're talking about?"

Finan, never one to miss an opportunity, smirked, "Sihtric here was just about to ask you something."

Sihtric shot Finan a glare but took a deep breath, "I was...uh...wondering if you'd be interested in...you know, sparring with me? No challenges, just...training."

You looked at him, a playful smile forming on your lips, "Took you long enough to ask. Let's see what you've got."

And so it began. Soon your sparring sessions became a regularity, a steady part of each day. 

Despite Sihtric's prowess and experience, he found himself continuously challenged by your fluidity and swiftness. Every parry, every counter-attack showcased your undeniable skill and he dug deep into his experience and strength to avoid repeating his previous mistake. 

And while the warrior in him thrived in the challenge, the man in him was captivated by you in a way he had not expected.

The effortless elegance of your movements, the way your hair swayed synchronously with your strikes, glinting in the sunlight, were hypnotic. Your lean body, a perfect fusion of strength and grace, resembled an alerted wild creature, ever vigilant and prepared.  

The way your cheeks turned rosy from exertion, the never fading spark in your eyes, full of determination, yet always bright with mischief and joy, your contagious laughter – all this and a thousand other small subtle things captured Sihtric's heart and endeared you to him.

Your wit, as sharp as your blade, was an allure in its own right. The fire with which you defended your views and opinions only deepened Sihtric's respect for you. And the way you never missed a chance to playfully tease those around you placed you at the same level as Finan. In between rounds, even out of breath and exhausted, you would always find a strength to throw a joke, your laughter infectious, lighting up the surroundings. Sihtric often found himself anticipating these moments more than the actual sparring.

Sihtric clearly recalled that one day, after a particularly intense round with both of you breathless and drenched in sweat, his eyes had scanned your form, an unfamiliar sensation washing over him. Unbeknownst to him, he had found himself admiring you – undeniably a skilled and formidable warrior, but also a woman, such a beautiful woman, radiating passion, intelligence, and resilience. In that instant, a warmth spread through his chest, an undeniable pull that made his heartbeat quicken.

—--------------------------------------------------

Lost in his memories, Sihtric failed to see a stray branch on the ground. It snapped sharply under Sihtric’s foot, its sound carrying in the stillness of dawn. Startled, your eyes met his visibly sheepish expression. 

There was a lingering pause, stretching a bit too long. With a mischievous smirk, you finally broke it. "Do the riverside reeds make for good hiding spots, Sihtric? Or are you merely lost?"

Taken aback, Sihtric stumbled over his words. "I... I didn't mean to intrude. I was just—"

"Sightseeing?" you teased, arching an eyebrow playfully. 

He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. "Honestly, I didn't expect anyone to be here. My apologies."

You chuckled, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to see the usually composed Dane flustered. "Next time, maybe announce your presence with a song or dance. At least then I can join in the fun."

He laughed, the tension easing a bit. "Noted. I'll work on my riverside entrance."

You flashed him a grin. "See to it. And perhaps, I'll give you a show worth watching."

The mortified look, appearing on Sihtric’s face, made you laugh. 

“Since you’re here, maybe you can help?” you asked, showing him a small blade in your hand. 

Sihtric’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Help you? How?” 

"These," you tug at your locks, "get in the way and that can be an unnecessary distraction during a battle. It might look less disastrous if you’d help cut them."

Sihtric looked surprised, “It’s just hair. Why not simply braid them?"

Your eyes darted away, "Never learned that skill. Gisela, Hild, and others always do it for me. But they won't be accompanying us. I'm left with few options."

Sihtric chuckled. "So, the master of swords is defeated by braiding?"

You shrugged with your shoulders. "We all have our weaknesses."

Sihtric's gaze lingered on you, his heart's tempo subtly quickening. "Well, lucky for you, I've been braiding my hair for years. If you'd trust me, I could assist."

Amusement glinted in your eyes. "Sihtric, the fierce warrior, a hairdresser? That's an unexpected turn."

Feigning affront, he winked, "Hey, a man can have many talents!"

Nodding, you handed him a comb. "Then, let's give it a whirl."

"Come," Sihtric gestured, spreading his cloak by a willow's expansive root. 

How attentive, you mused, not with surprise, but merely acknowledging what you already knew. That’s how he was. Beneath the rough and reserved exterior of the stern warrior you had long discovered the tender inner core of an exceptionally warmhearted man – always loyal, ever attentive and a deeply caring friend. 

With an amused smile on your face you settled down onto the cloak, with Sihtric positioning himself behind you, his legs framing you supportively. The touch of his fingers, as he began combing and later skillfully weaving your hair, sent a frisson down your spine. And you let yourself drift away in memories as you listened to him humming a soft tune.

—-------------------------------------------------

You loved the sparring sessions with Sihtric, which became routine soon after your first encounter. Every time you squared off against him on the training ground, a thrill surged through you. It wasn't just the sparring, but the challenge he presented. He was a formidable opponent, hardened in countless battles. Every stance, every move, every counter spoke of his experience.

Your initial easy victory against him was a sweet memory, but the more you trained with him, the more you realised that it had been quite a stroke of luck. Sihtric had underestimated you, causing him to be less vigilant and overly hasty. Now, with every session, it became clearer that keeping up with him demanded all of your skill and focus.

Sihtric's unique combat rhythm was unpredictable. His strength was palpable, not just in his powerful strikes but also in his unwavering stance, making it challenging to catch him off guard as you had during your initial spar. Every session was a blend of instruction, challenge, and exhilaration, all of which you embraced wholeheartedly.

One particular day remained etched in your memory. After an intense bout, with both of you drenched in sweat and panting for breath, you leaned against a tree to recover. Your gaze naturally drifted to Sihtric. He was bent over, hands on his knees, his chest heaving, catching his breath, every muscle defined beneath his sweat-soaked tunic. While you had always respected his martial prowess, that day, an unfamiliar warmth spread within you, accompanied by a flutter you couldn't identify.

You watched as he straightened up, brushing off the dirt and sweat. A stray strand of hair fell onto his forehead. An unexpected urge overcame you—to reach out and tuck it away, brushing your fingers against his skin. You were taken aback by this newfound sentiment. What was that? 

Your heart raced, not only from the exhaustion of the spar, but from this unexpected surge of emotion. Memories flooded your mind — flashbacks of your shared laughs, the lingering, hidden glances, the melodic timbre of his soft voice as he shared stories by the fireplace. 

You shook your head, trying to dispel these thoughts. It was just the exhaustion playing tricks on your mind. And yet, you couldn’t resist stealing another glance, captivated by the way his lips curved into a smile as his eyes locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

As you both wrapped up, the typical teasing that was so common between you both   seemed charged with a new energy. Was it just you, or did he feel it too? Something deep within you had shifted giving way to emotions unknown and unintelligible for you, something you weren't quite ready to admit, even to yourself.

—--------------------------------------------------

Now, as you sat nestled between his legs, Sihtric almost regretted his impulsive offer to braid your hair. Had he overstepped? Yet, the allure of the moment was undeniable and too compelling to resist.

His fingers gently caressed your hair, the silky locks gliding seamlessly through his grasp. Every touch sent an electrifying jolt through his entire body, the strange feeling both excited and unnerved him. This closeness was a strong contrast to your sparring sessions—no blades, no shields, just the two of you, closer than a hand's reach. 

His heart pounded loudly in his chest. Every sweep of his fingers, every touch of your hair sent a thrill coursing through him, stirring emotions and making his fingers tremble slightly.

The world around slowly faded. Every twist, every intertwining strand tightened an unexplainable knot in his stomach, every occasional brush of his hands against your neck made him yearn for more. The warmth of your back against his torso, the subtle scent that lingered, the softness of your hair—it was overwhelming, intoxicating.

He leaned in slightly, his breath uneven, lips mere inches from your head. Every second stretched, deepening his yearning.

The braid was almost complete, but Sihtric took his time, savouring the moment, cherishing each touch. He was in love, deeply so, and while he was not yet ready to speak it out loudly, the intimacy of this moment seemingly spoke volumes.

“You are ready, fair warrior,” he finally whispered, his voice bringing you back from your reverie. 

Your fingers gently touched your head, where your ever dishevelled locks had been transformed into three neat strands, overflowing into one braid trailing down your back. Springing up, you dashed to the water to glimpse your reflection.

"Guess I won't need this blade for a haircut after all," you mused clearly impressed, sliding the knife back into its sheath.

Sihtric's eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and mischief. "I did say I had a knack for it."

You chuckled, "Thanks, Sihtric. I’m in your debt."

He shrugged, his casual demeanour back in place. "Just promise to show me a new sword move or something. That would square us, right?"

You grinned, "I've got a better idea. Teach me to braid, and someday, I might offer the same service to you."

"My lady, braiding isn't as straightforward as swordplay. It's an art form. If you wish to have the privilege of braiding my locks, you've got a lot to learn,” Sihtric smirked in response.

And so, the remaining week before departure a new dimension was added to your training sessions – Sihtric became your braiding instructor. You profoundly wondered how he had managed to persuade almost all the small girls in the whole village to sit patiently as his fingers, interlaced with yours, guided you through the intricate process, showing you the weaves and twists, demonstrating how to put pearls and beans in the hair and fasten the braids. 

You were amazed by the delicacy and deftness of his rugged hands, contrasting sharply with your own efforts that often left stray hairs or twisted sections that unravelled the entire braid. And one day, the mystery surrounding the patience of the small villagers was unravelled when you saw Sihtric remove one of his silver rings, handing it to one of the girls. A smile played on your lips at the sight as you realised he was actually paying in silver to have you taught to braid. 

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You sat beside a crackling fireplace, the camp sprawling amidst the trees with tents everywhere around you. An unmistakable tension permeated the air, as it always did on the eve of battle. Some warriors sought solace in ale, others meticulously sharpened their already perfect blades, while some gathered around the fires, sharing stories and seeking comfort in the company, driven sleepless by anticipation. There was no one else at your fire, sitting alone on a fallen log, you hugged your knees, immersed in thoughts, when a warm hand settled on your shoulder.

“Ever fought in a battle before?” Sihtric asked, taking a seat beside you, the firelight dancing in his eyes. “Don’t take me wrong. I know how good you are with the blade. But fighting one to one is different.”

“I know, you’re right and yes, I have. And I will not pretend that it doesn’t scare me. Only a fool would pretend to not fear the chaos of the battle,” you looked up to meet Sihtric’s gaze. “But don’t mistake my fear for weakness. Don’t  think I will waver just because I’m a woman. I proved you wrong once and I’ll do it again, if needed.”

“You’ve nothing to prove to me. I just… I…” Sihtric struggled to find the right words. He wanted to ask you to stay by his side, so that he could protect you, shield you from harm, but he couldn’t find the right words to express that without insulting you. He understood that especially now after you had voiced your suspicion that he still didn’t trust you enough, there was no way of saying what he had intended to. You were a warrior, and he had learned his lesson not to doubt it, he respected that. And yet you were a woman. A woman he loved and cherished so deeply that the mere thought of harm befalling you was agonising and driving him to the brink of madness.

You looked expectantly at Sihtric, waiting for him to finish his saying.

"Could you... braid my hair for the battle tomorrow?" he finally blurted out, his cheeks warm, silently grateful that the fire's shadows hid his flush.

The surprise in your voice was evident. "You'd entrust me with that?"

Sihtric didn’t answer, his eyes full of strange anxiety didn’t leave yours and you swallowed back the joke that was already almost rolling over your lips. 

His eyes, swirling with a mix of vulnerability and intensity, never left yours. He hesitated, before answering, "Among the Danes, there's an old belief. Having your hair braided by someone you truly trust… brings good luck in battle."

The meaning of the words slowly sank into your mind, making a genuine smile appear on your lips. "Trust me, this will be my finest braid," you replied, gesturing for him to sit down in front of you. 

Sihtric slid down from the branch and settled between your legs. You reached out to touch his hair – dark, thick and curly and so pleasantly soft against your fingers, the sensation of the touch so unexpectedly stirring.

You began separating the strands, your fingers working with utmost care and concentration, as you started to pull and twist, enjoying the electrifying feeling of Sihtric’s hair brushing against your fingers. Each strand you took, twisted and wove into the pattern of your choice reminded you of the time you both spent together the last few days. His strong arms wielding the blade like a toy, his face covered with sweat, his concentrated gaze and furrowed eyebrows, as he looked for a weak point in your defences, his genuine laugh at your jokes, his fingers intertwined with yours, teaching you to braid. 

Sihtric shuffled between your legs and you felt a warm flush rising to your cheeks as he leaned back nestling more comfortably between your thighs. 

Your eyes, usually so sharp and observant, softened as they concentrated on the task and you unconsciously bit your lower lip. First small braids on the sides, then some more a bit higher and then the middle one – twist after twist the braids started to take shape, as you meticulously weaved each strand, ensuring not a single one was overlooked or twisted wrongly. 

You tied off the ends and marvelled at your own work, not wanting to let go, to allow this magical moment to end, your fingers remained lingering, tangled in the free curls on the back, and you brushed them gently against the nape of his neck. The touch was fleeting, almost too tender to be noticed, as your fingers slid over his skin for the briefest moment in an unconscious attempt to communicate feelings you were not yet ready to express in words.

Drawing back, pride filled your gaze, your hands resting on Sihtric’s shoulders. "There," you whispered. “You’re ready for the battle.”

You felt Sihtric shudder under your touch, his arms lifting to clasp your hands, pulling them gently to his face and placing a soft kiss on your right palm. 

"Thank you," his voice was husky with emotion, though he didn't turn around to face you. You felt like there was something in the air, something electrical, something unspeakable and indescribable, and you wondered whether it was the looming battle or the accumulation of the suppressed feelings and emotions or maybe both. 

Sihtric slowly touched his braids, a hint of smile playing on his lips. He had finally found the right words. 

“Promise me something,” he murmured, finally turning to face you. “Promise to stay by my side tomorrow. I need to know my left is guarded by such a skilled and formidable warrior as you.” 

You looked in his mismatched eyes, feeling a warmth enveloping you. 

“I promise,” you whispered, lowering yourself down next to Sihtric and almost melting at the feeling of Sihtric’s strong arm enveloping your shoulders, pulling you closer and wrapping his warm fur coat around you both. You leaned against him, the warmth of the fur, combined with Sihtric's steady heartbeat, making the world outside seem to blur. There were no words needed as he held you in his unwavering embrace, the silence between you both and the profound comfort of simply being speaking volumes on their own.

As the night wore on and the camp around you finally slowly drifted into sleep, you both remained wrapped in the coat, holding onto each other and the softness of the moment. His arm, strong and secure, held you close, while your head rested on his shoulder. It was a solace, a reprieve from the world outside, and a reminder of what is worth fighting for, the embrace becoming a silent promise—to stand by each other, come what may.

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The battle was over. Sihtric rose to his feet pulling his axe from the dead body, his eyes  searching his surroundings for another enemy to release his anger over, but none remained. The ground, once firm and unyielding, was now a morass of muddied, trampled grass, blood, and the footprints of countless boots and hooves. 

Abandoned weapons littered the field, gleaming dully. Swords, spears, and shields lay strewn around, some half-buried in the earth, others still clutched by lifeless hands. Bodies of the fallen were strewn across the landscape, and vultures were already circling overhead. Small groups of men searched the field for survivors. 

Sihtric looked around and a pang of dread constricted his heart. He still remembered you beside him when the enemy's shield wall shattered. He remembered the fierce look in your eyes, the way you leaped at some random man swinging his axe at you. You had looked like a goddess of war, stabbing, chopping, parring, dancing around your enemies with an ease only you were capable of. But then Sihtric had lost you out of his sight. He had turned to face a big, red faced Dane swinging his impressive war axe at him and when he turned back, his hands smeared with blood pouring out of the Dane’s neck, you were gone.

The air was thick with a mixture of smoke, blood and filth, as Sihtric roamed the battlefield, shouting your name, his face pale and eyes darkening in despair with each moment there was no answer, his breathing growing laboured and hope waning. In the very moment when despair threatened to consume him entirely, he finally spotted you, sitting on a fallen tree at the rand of the battlefield. You sat there with your face, hands and your whole armour smeared with blood, breathing hard, your sword driven into the ground and serving as a support for your arms. 

Rushing to your side, Sihtric knelt before you, his hands framing your face. "Are you hurt? Is that your blood?" he asked, his eyes wide, anxiety plainly written on his face.

“I’m fine. Just a few scratches. Nothing that won’t heal by the next new moon.” 

“Don't ever do that again.” Sihtric murmured, his voice just a hush, pressing his forehead against yours. “For a short moment I thought I’d lost you. Believe me, I’ve never been so scared in my whole life.”

Your fingers slowly touched Sihtric’s face, tracing the lines and scars on his face, your eyes locked. Sihtric’s thumbs gently caressed your cheeks as he slowly, deliberately began to lean in. The space between you both diminished, charged with an electrifying tension, as you felt the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

His fingers brushed your neck, and as you closed your eyes, you felt the tender, hesitant pressure of his lips meeting yours.

“I love you, my fierce warrior,” Sihtric whispered against your lips, “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“And I love you too,” you managed to breathe out, your voice barely audible, melting against the gentle touch of his lips against yours. 

It wasn't a fiery, passionate kiss. It was a gentle, lingering one, full of unspoken words and emotions, a culmination of all the shared glances, soft touches and unspoken feelings that had built up between you. It was a deliberate melding, like two flames coming together to form one and every nuance of the kiss spoke volumes—the delicate way Sihtric’s fingers cradled your jaw, the soft brush of his thumb across your cheek, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. 

“Hey, your braids are still intact. I did well, didn’t I” you laughed as you both pulled back, gasping for air.

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Falls On Me

Day 5- Tiefling Party: Early Evening

Rating: Teen/Mature 

Previous Chapters: Chapter One , Chapter Two , Chapter Three , Chapter Four , Chapter Five , Chapter Six , Chapter Seven ½ , Chapter Seven 2/2 , Chapter Eight , Chapter Nine ,

Characters: Gale Dekarios and F!Tav: Copper

Tags/Warning: Gale POV, Gale x Female Tav. Alternative version of the Weave Scene. Approx: 3400 words

Gale tries to distract himself from his near-death experience and Mystra's continual dismissal. But expected emotions come up when Gale and Copper connect through the Weave.

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The long day was soon winding down and the stars were coming out to play alongside everybody in camp. The joy of victory was contagious and even the most sour individual was cracking a smile at the defeat of the goblin army. 

Gale of course felt happiness and even relief at the annihilation of the goblin hoard and after spending the good part of the day recovering at the Druid’s Grove he even felt energized. But there was a small part of him that couldn’t shake the gloom of death and thoughts of Mystra. 

His Goddess didn’t care that Gale almost died. 

There were no magical interventions to heal him. No heavenly reprieve from his suffering. Just plain old-fashioned dumb luck and quick reactions from his teammates that prevented him from exploding. But Gale should have expected that, of course. Mystra never goes back on her word and if she is done with Gale, then she is done with him.

The man just hoped since her rejection was silent and not forthright that maybe somewhere in the goddess’s heart she would forgive him in the end.

“Urgh, let’s not get stuck on that line of thinking,” Gale grumbles to himself. “Let’s think happy thoughts! First, I am not dead. Second, I have an excellent bottle of wine waiting for me at my tent. Third….”

Well, he couldn’t think of a third but Copper comes into view and everything else is forgotten or at least put aside for the moment.

“Good evening, Gale.” Copper says with a smile. She’s dressed in her casual clothes and she looks far from the battleharden monk she was earlier in the day. “I was hoping you could join me at the celebrations tonight?” 

Gale smiles, happy that Copper sought out his company but then an idea springs in his head and he must follow it.

“I was hoping you’d spare me a moment.” Gale greets back, noting a slight eagerness in the woman’s demeanor. Did she start drinking already or was she truly happy to be in his company?… “There’s something rather magical I wish to show you tonight.”

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Copper asks, lifting an auburn eyebrow at him and crossing her arms in disapproval. “You could’ve died this morning from being low on magic.”

Gale coughs, wanting to avoid that topic again. “It’s perfectly safe, I assure you.” He places his hand over his heart as in oath. “No complicated, magic-consuming spells are needed.”

I just want to show you something few people have had the pleasure to experience.” Gale smiles and offers Copper a hand, wanting to lead her away before the party gets too rambunctious. “Let’s quickly head to more intimate surroundings so we don’t get disturbed by this revelry.”

“Pleasurable experience? Intimate surroundings?” Copper questions, her hand hesitating to reach for his as a slight blush forms on her cheeks, and Gale quickly realizes his offer could be mistaken for another pleasurable activity.

“Nooo, no!” Not that kind of….umm… pleasurable offer.” Gale hastily corrects. “I mean to teach you a magical lesson in the Weave. I’ve been promising you for days now and I want to show you my appreciation for all the Ki lessons you’ve graced me with.” Gale gratefully bows. “I truly don’t deserve your time or kindness.”

“Gale, that’s not true.” Copper gently argues, motioning for him to raise his head. But he knows the truth. He isn’t deserving of all the support Copper and now Karlach is giving him.

Gale swears he was mere seconds away from being kicked from the group if the two warriors didn’t defend him so vehemently against the others. Luckily, Wyll quickly joined in his defense and Astarion was outnumbered so the vampire didn’t put up much of a fight when Shadowheart and Lae’zel proved disinterested in continuing the argument as long as Gale could control his orb and left if it proved too unstable.

Startled out of his thoughts by the feeling of strong warm fingers wrapping around his long fingers. Copper looks at him expectantly and Gale realizes the monk is silently taking up his offer for a magical lesson. His stomach starts to flutter with excitement. “Excellent. Let’s mosey on over to a more quiet location.”

He needs to distract himself from his depressing thoughts and what better than a beautiful companion and a magical lesson?

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“Copper is an excellent student in the Weave.” Even through her protests that she doesn’t have a drop of magical talent, Gale thinks as she mimics his words and actions to produce a burst of light. The happy look on the monk’s face was causing a surge of pride to swell in Gale’s chest. 

It’s been a while since he channeled the Weave in this way. Recently, Gale only dared to do it for battle. Yet being by another person’s side and channeling the Weave so imitately didn’t bring the same feeling of dread to the pit of his stomach. 

“If Mystra feels me connecting to the Weave in this way then so be it.” Gale hesitantly believes. All he was doing was teaching a fellow traveling companion a minor trick or two. It wasn’t like Gale was seeking the goddess’s attention. 

He just wants to return the favor to Copper for all the help she was giving him.

“Excellent. Now repeat after me,” Gale steps closer and instructs Copper in clear and concise prose. “Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao.” 

A wary look appears on Copper’s face as her eyes quickly flicker to Gale’s mouth as he speaks the incantation. The hesitation quickly turns to determination, and Gale smiles at the sight before thinking ahead so he can blaze the trail to make it easier for Copper to magically follow. The concept of harmony bursts through his mind. The scent of rosewater, a sense that everything is fine in his world, and a sweet taste on the tongue. 

Copper’s eyes grow large and then Gale feels her whole body relax and he smirks, she must have felt the change in the air, as he leads her down this magical exploration. With only the smallest inaccuracy, Copper repeats the incantation. 

“Very good.” Gale praises, looking fondly at the woman. “Now I want you to picture in your mind the concept of harmony. As true as you can.” 

Without a second thought, Copper closes her eyes in prayer. 

Magically connected to the monk, Gale is greeted with a sense of nothingness.

This well of nullity lasted for several seconds and just as Gale was starting to feel concerned for Copper’s mental well-being, small sensations began to flutter at his chest and spark with life. The feeling radiates from his core outwards towards his limbs. 

Each small spark, crackles and comforts his sore muscles like he is made of a warm, gentle fire. However, the sensation doesn’t stop at his body's boundaries. The warm comforting feeling expands outwards connecting him to each blade of grass, the earth beneath his feet, and all the little life that surrounds him. 

Without realizing he is holding his breath, Gale lets out a gasp and greedily sucks in some air deep into his lungs and within that second he becomes one with the universe.

Gale’s body feels larger, stronger, and calmer than it could alone.

He is one with his surroundings and he is unable to figure out if this was the Weave or Copper’s doing…but the thought gets wiped away as quickly as it came and he settles into the pleasant feeling. 

He smiles over to his companion just as she slowly opens her grey eyes and smiles back. Their souls are connected and he was not expecting this kind of reaction when he offered a small magic lesson.

The longer Gale stares, the more he realizes, how deep and reflective Copper’s eyes are. It’s addicting staring into those eyes and feeling this connected to somebody. This warm, safe, and whole. 

“I was missing this my whole life.” Gale briefly thinks as a pull to kiss, to meld into the person next to him floods his body. 

But before he can act on that impulse to kiss Copper, Gale senses her. Mystra, the Lady of Mysteries, Gale’s goddess herself, came to investigate the pleasant hum that was vibrating through her Weave. 

The wind gets knocked out of him, sensing Mystra nearby and in that second of distraction, Gale is mentally surprised by a pleasant image of Copper kissing him. Tender at first that soon turns passionate.

Gale turns away from the magical presence of the Goddess of Magic and tries to focus his eyes on the person before him. Copper is looking at him with a hooded expression reflecting the desire that they felt as she leans in for something they both were drawn to do. 

Embarrassment boils and runs over, followed by hesitation, and exhilaration. But no, Gale can’t do this now. Can't kiss Copper now. Not with Mystra so close…not with her watching. 

However, Copper doesn’t recognize the sensation of the goddess’s presence as Gale does. So the monk doesn't know the turmoil with Mystra is happening and her eager face soon drops to disappointment at Gale’s hesitation to kiss her. 

The magic quickly evaporates like a droplet of water hitting a hot stone and Mystra disappears just as quickly now that the Weave has come undone. 

Copper looks shy and rejected, standing in front of Gale. It feels like she might sprint away any second now. But Gale isn't ready to address the goddess in the room and the folly that brought him here so he quickly turns to another subject matter, embarrassment coloring his voice and actions.

“Well… that was an exhilarating picture!” He claps his hands and rubs them together as he shifts from heel to toe. “I wasn't expecting it but it was very welcomed nonetheless.”

Copper gives him a questioning look and the wizard feels her withdraw from him. “Really?” Copper says hesitantly. “I feel like I completely misread this situation.”

“Noo, no you did not!” Gale quickly corrects. “You were- we both were- umm, feeling the same in that moment. It's just a very complicated situation on my part.”

Copper frowns and her eyes lose her usual sparkle for the man. “You have somebody else?” she whispers, connecting the dots right away.

“Yes.” The word comes out without Gale’s permission. Hurt floods Copper's grey eyes and before Gale can explain further she quickly turns to run away back to the party, away from him and the hurt he caused.

“Wait, please!” Gale shouts in frustration, grabbing Copper's hand and pulling her back to him. “Don't go. I couldn't stand you being sad on my account.” 

“I’ve been acting a fool with a man who's already taken. I do not wish to keep up this charade.” Copper hisses out, refusing to look at Gale out of embarrassment.

“It's no charade,” Gale murmurs, rubbing his thumb over Copper's warm skin, already missing his connection with her. He feels her tense up but he can't find it inside himself to let go. “It's just my…Goddess.”

“You told me you were an ex-Chosen of Mystra before.” Copper says heatedly.  “I didn't pry into why. But I don't understand how your goddess affects what we have. Why does it make you hesitant to…be with me?”

Copper has proven to be strong and dependable yet in this second she seems tired and barely keeping her pieces together through iron will alone.

Gale feels faint, like all his blood disappeared from his body. Still holding Copper’s hand, refusing to let her run. Gale sits down and hides his face with his free hand. 

“Tell her the truth, you coward! She deserves to know the truth after everything you put her through. She barely knows you and doesn’t deserve this treatment. And once you do explain the whole sordid affair you better prepare to let her go. It's the best for her and you. Save each other the heartache.”

Gale mentally berates himself. Going through hundreds of explanations in his head on what to say to the monk but each one lands on him being a worthless ignoramus, a disgrace of a wizard.

“Gale?” Copper gently questions, bringing the man out of his reprimanding thoughts. She doesn't say anything else, letting her original words stand for themselves. But at least he’s not feeling her actively trying to pull away from him.

Gale drops her hand and claps his together, steeling himself for the next few minutes.

“As you know, I am what one might call a wizard prodigy. Such was my skill that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself.” He sighs and continues “Starting at a young age, Mystra revealed herself to me and she became my teacher. In time, she became my muse, and later my lover.”

Gale senses Copper becoming very still next to his side. “You had your goddess as a lover?”

“Oh yes,” Gale says, feeling a flicker of burned-out pride at his words. “We enjoyed each other’s company- body, mind, and soul. But even so, I desired more… You see, no matter how powerful a wizard we mortals can become, we never scratch more than the surface of the Weave. Mystra keeps us in check.” 

Copper lets out a huff at that statement and Gale feels encouraged to go on. 

“There are boundaries she doesn’t let us cross. Yet each time I was with her, I stood on the precipice, gazing into the wonders that lay beyond. Wanting more than what I currently possessed and knowing she could give it to me. If only…”

“She should have known better to show you such a thing.” Copper mutters, appearing agitated.  “Enlightenment is something that is earned through years of work to understand our minds. Cause we mortals truly only have barriers in our minds. We must slowly learn to overcome them. If we are shown the truth beyond our understanding at that moment, then those benevolent barriers become cages.” 

“Yes, you are right on that.” Gale turns to her in shock, not expecting this woman to understand him so easily. “I learned there were things beyond my understanding. I sought to be free of my cage. I tried to convince Mystra. I pouted, I pleaded, and I swore my ambition was only to serve her better. But she only smiled and wanted me to be content- locked in my limitations.”

Gale’s hands begin to shake and his orb responds to his agitation, like it knew he was going to speak of it next. 

“I…I thought if I showed her I was better than all the other magicians, all of her other Chosen, then she would unlock my cage and allow me beyond her veil. I sought after a piece of Weave lost to her during the Spellpague. I thought if I returned this lost part of herself to Mystra she would finely deem me worthy to be her full-time companion in all the ways that truly counted, in both mind, body, and soul.”

Copper chuckles drily and shakes her head. “I guess you ruled out flowers and chocolates to woo your woman.” 

“You know me. My gestures can never be grand enough.” Gale jokes, his heart feeling a little better from the lighthearted teasing. “I was certain this deed of raw power draped in romance would convince Mystra to take me by the hand and welcome me into her hitherto forbidden domains. But I was mistaken…”

“Let me guess, this is where the orb comes in?” Copper asks.

“You are correct.” Gale sighs and reaches forward for Copper’s hand. She jerks back slightly from the sudden touch but allows the man to grasp her hand. “Here, place your hand over my heart. You’ve done it before but now know the truth.”

Copper’s strong fingers rest, in the cradle of his collarbone and chest, over his damaged heart. The warmth from her skin spreads instantly but Gale doesn’t dwell on the sensation as he lets his guard down, letting their tadpoles mentally connect. 

The memory is agonizing and Copper is right alongside him for the ride. Images of dark hallways. A book, bound, then suddenly opens. Inside there are no pages, only a swirling mass of blackest Weave that pounces. Tearing into his flesh, to settle hungrily in his chest. Slurping up all his magical energy, discontented with the feast that lay before it.

“Gale!” Copper says worry in her voice as she grits her teeth at the memory of the magical attack.

“As you can see, I recovered the lost piece of Weave, sealed within a Netherse tome.” Anger grows in Gale's voice. “But once I opened that cover, I was cursed with this blight and Mystra dismissed me as her Chosen. She turned her back towards me. Unhappy with my mild rebellion to win her love.” 

“She refused to help you? After everything you did for her?”

“Mystra is a goddess and oftentimes fickle. Even when I loved her with all my heart,” Gale says discouragedly. “I disobeyed her and was punished for it.”

“Gale that is not fair!” Copper says out loud what the man hides in his heart.

“You serve a god! Don’t you expect to be punished for disobeying him?” Gale argues back, still faithful to Mystra’s image. 

“I serve a good god!” Copper asserts, her eyes blazing with pride. “A nice god that understands our human struggles. Ilmater would alleviate any suffering, and never punish his followers for choosing to love, no matter how foolhardy the journey. Has Mystra fallen so far to forget what it’s like to be human?”

“You know Mystra was a human once?” Gale says with curiosity.

“You aren’t the only wizard I’ve made acquaintance with, Gale.” Copper reprimands with a small huff. “Your human folly shouldn’t condemn you to suffering when Mystra could easily take that blighted piece of Weave away from you. You shouldn’t suffer from loving and trying to please her. No harm was done except onto you.”

“I wish Mystra saw it that way.” Gale sighs dejectedly. “But I wronged her. Now I am condemned to take care of this orb until it kills me. And I forbid taking you or anybody else down that path with me.”

“Is that why you hesitated to kiss me before.” Copper says frankly, her earlier embarrassment about the topic gone.

“Yes, in part,” Gale answers without mentioning that Mystra was present for that almost kiss and he doesn’t yet know how to sort out his complicated feelings for his goddess. “I feel drawn to you but I am not worthwhile for you to pursue. Especially now with this blasted thing in my chest. I feel any sort of “excitement” might trigger an explosion.” 

“Gale…” Copper pleads, taking a step closer to him but stopping short of touching him. “I just want to enjoy your company in any way you can give me. I’m not asking for much. I just want to continue walking by your side until this journey is done.”

“If we are only walking you might get bored,” Gale says as a mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he takes her waiting hand. Caressing the skin. “I might have to fill the hours with my scholarly expertise. A lecture perhaps or a debate on the merits of the Weave over Ki?”

“The horror.” Copper jokes, shaking her head as a playful smile emerges. 

“But in all honesty. I’m glad to know you enjoy my company so much.” Gale brings her hand up to his lips for a quick peck. “But I’ll loathe to waste your time tonight. There’s a party to be had. Go, indulge in the frivolities-they’re good for the heart. And mine would be all the lighter, to see you enjoying yourself.”

“What about you?” Copper asks, confusion on her face as Gale turns the conversation around. “Aren’t you joining me?”

“I’m awfully tired.” Gale lies. “I think I’m going to head to bed. But not before I take you to enjoy the food table.” He grips Copper by the shoulders and playful steers her back to camp. “I don’t know where Wither’s conjured up all that food and wine but it would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

Disappointment flashes in her eyes but she quickly hides it as Gale leads her along.

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The next chapter will be the last for Part One!

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #oc: copper #nico jero writes

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✦ Mermaid Gallery ✦

A summary gallery for all the Mermaid Drawings from this AU.

A list to all the individual images under the cut!

DR 1:

Makoto | Chibi Makoto

Kyoko | Chibi Kyoko

Byakuya | Chibi Byakuya

Sayaka | Chibi Sayaka

Toko & Syo | Chibi Toko

Aoi | Chibi Aoi

Chihiro | Chibi Chihiro

Taka | Chibi Taka

Celestia | Chibi Celestia

Hifumi | Chibi Hifumi

Mondo | Chibi Mondo

Sakura | Chibi Sakura

Leon | Chibi Leon

Yasuhiro | Chibi Yasuhiro

Junko | Chibi Junko

Mukuro | Chibi Mukuro

DR 2:

Hajime | Chibi Hajime

Chiaki | Chibi Chiaki

Nagito | Chibi Nagito

Ibuki | Chibi Ibuki

Mikan | Chibi Mikan

Hiyoko | Chibi Hiyoko

Mahiru | Chibi Mahiru

Twogami | Chibi Twogami

Peko | Chibi Peko

Fuyuhiko | Chibi Fuyuhiko

Akane | Chibi Akane

Kazuichi | Chibi Kazuichi

Nekomaru | Chibi Nekomaru

Sonia | Chibi Sonia

Gundham | Chibi Gundham

Teruteru | Chibi Teruteru

UDG:

Komaru | Chibi Komaru

Toko & Syo | Chibi Syo

Izuru | Chibi Izuru

Jataro | Chibi Jataro

Kotoko | Chibi Kotoko

Nagisa | Chibi Nagisa

Masaru | Chibi Masaru

Monaca | Chibi Monaca

DR v3:

Shuichi | Chibi Shuichi

Kaede | Chibi Kaede

Kokichi | Chibi Kokichi

Kaito | Chibi Kaito

Maki | Chibi Maki

Rantaro | Chibi Rantaro

K1-B0 | Chibi K1-B0

Miu | Chibi Miu

Ryoma | Chibi Ryoma

Tsumugi | Chibi Tsumugi

Angie | Chibi Angie

Gonta | Chibi Gonta

Himiko | Chibi Himiko

Kirumi | Chibi Kirumi

Korekiyo | Chibi Korekiyo

Tenko | Chibi Tenko

Bonus:

All the Monos

Chibi Haiji

Chibi Hiroko

Chibi Taichi

Chibi Yuta

Chibi Jin

Chibi Chisa

Chibi Natsumi

Chibi Sato

Chibi Ryota

Chibi Daisaku

Chibi Gozu

Chibi Juzo

Chibi Tengan

Chibi Kizakura

Chibi Munakata

Chibi Miaya

Chibi Ruruka

Chibi Seiko

Chibi Sonosuke

Chibi Ryouko

Chibi Yasuke

Chibi Kanon

Chibi Takumi

Chibi Misaki

Special Artworks:

Chibi Makoto OG Version

Hajime & Izuru

Minimaru

Warrios of Hope All

Chibi Mermaid Hinanami

Female Mermaid Hajime

#DanganRonpa #Dangan Ronpa #Dangan #Ronpa #Trigger Happy Havoc #Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc #DanganRonpa2 #Goodbye Despair #Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair #DanganRonpa Another Episode #Ultra Despair Girls #Danganronpa Another Episode Ultra Despair Girls #UDG #DanganRonpa v3 #Killing Harmony #Danganronpa v3 Killing Harmony #Mermaid #Mermaids #Mermaid AU #AU #Fantasy AU #Fantasy

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Yiga clan - Run in at Fort Hateno

a new LU story it might become a series if people like it!

Wild loved the chain, and was overjoyed whenever he got to show off his Hyrule(it was to big to get through even a small section any time they were there) but in the name of Hylia could they not just get the message that Bananas meant assassins. Ya see wild new everyone in his Hyrule, and everyone knew him. Everyone also knew that people who didn’t know Wild or  bananas ment really bad news. Everyone exept a certin group of Eight heros.

It was the second time being shifted to Wild Hyrule when it first came up, Wild mentioned it to the others when they actually first met but there were a lot of things happening that day. They were overjoyed to be home and hopefully finally show everyone everything, the first time they were shifted here they had to buy supplies, talk to Flora and Impa, deal with a black blooded monster camp, and a black blooded hinox, with that alone + the travel time there was no actual time to rest and do sightseeing. But this time Flora reported no strange events sence last time and they were currently residing at Hateno. Flora was visiting with Purah along side Time and Twilight , Legand and Wind  went to get more Materials, and sky was just resting, so  it so Wild and Hyrule wanted to explore, to there surprise Warrios went along with them(most likely to make sure there not gonna battle a lynle with a latel, two pot lids, and a mop but that doesn’t need to be said) Wild wanted to show them  fort Hateno they’ve had to walk in that way but there main objective at the time was to get to Hateno village. Wild was hoping  to show the little shack, harvest guardian parts, and fight a normal-blooded monster camp, atlest that was the plan.

 They were currently surrounded by three  yiga, another one teleporting around shooting at them, they should be able to deal with it but Wild was harboring a nasty gash in there arm and Hyrule having two arrows in him. and with the yigas teleporting killing four without getting any mote injuries was a hard task. 

You may be wondering how the fuck this happened, well after the defeat of the calamity  it seemed the yiga just got angrier, they changed there tactic traveling in groups without wilds knowledge, even then they were still always careful at there Hyrule. Bad news though, Wild seemed to neglect telling the chain about the whole "group of banana loving assassins all trying to kill them by dressing up as normal hylians" thing. I mean he didn’t realize any of them especially  not WARRIOR would be that talkative, they also all know that everyone knows Wild and Wild knows everyone, so he assumed people asking where to find him would be a red flag but whatever. So there were three travelers that have never took that rout, Wild wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, that’s until they asked Warrior if they’ve seen Link. Long story short Wild blocked what could have been a fatal hit on Wars, the three turned into yiga, and the fourth appeared. And right now there fucked. 

No one was making a move, not even the archer. Then he heard it, the bows little bring, the arrow cutting through to air, it was going to hit warriors, who knows way hes there target but it seems there out to get him. Very un-gracefully wild pushed warriors out of the way once again then pushed himself into the side of the yiga jabbing into there side aswell as making them the new target for the arrow. It worked. It went straight into there chest as they retreated, right behind him Hyrule and Warriors started the fight with the other two there swords clashing with those sharp sickles, with the two ground soldiers under control wild started running and pulled out his bow, and an electric arrow. It was simple, shoot the electric arrow, then go in get the kill. It worked. 

Its a relief they brought Hyrule because with the adrenaline now gone Wild finally felt there arm. Warriors also had an arrow in him, though it was a shallow wound. It seemed Wild, who in any normal situation would just pat it down until it stopped bleeding and maybe put on something with a longer sleeve was currently being forced to drink a potion and Hyrule was immediately fretting over his arm. "so champ" here it comes. "what in Hylias holy name was that about." 

'its just a- like a little group, they like to take a crack at me every once in a while there really harmless, they just changed it up today a little also they are really not that great even with catching us by surprise for once.' he reverted to sign with bis good arm ofcourse  not feeling like coming up the the words in his throat right now. And yes he knows he was playing it down, a lot, but Wild really didn’t feel like dealing with the whole "trained assassins who worship Gannon trying to kill him relentlessly because he killed Gannon and took down there cult leader" so here they are. 

"this isnt a normal thing is it…" Hyrule seemed hesitant to ask, wild always kept a lot of his adventure close to his chest, he liked to tell stupid stories or talk about some of his adventures just in the actual wild but any specific details are only known by twilight and tike(even they don’t know much) 'eh its every once in a while, were going to be staying at Hateno though and there never in towns, they also don’t attack the same time twice in a row, about after every blood moon.'  Hyrule just nodded, Wild couldn’t tell if he was convinced or not, didn’t really feel like figuring it out either. "well still up to showing us this Fort Hateno" and Wild gladly agreed to Warriors question.

It took about four hours to get there see the sights, fight monsters, do a little snooping in the scientists old cabin, and get back to Hateno. When the three got back the 6 heros were hanging out around Wilds house Flora and Epona aswell. Twilight ofcourse fussed over Wild when seeing his bandaged arm but They were just cryptic about the whole thing, Hyrule and Warriors were no help at all seeming to understand Wilds hesitance to tell Twilight that he often got ambushed by these assassins(ofcourse not knowing all the details) they all knew how Twilight and even Time would go all mother cuukoo on him.(hell it’s a surprise warriors didn’t) 

#lu wild #lu #lu chain #lu warriors #lu hyrule #yiga clan #hateno village #fort hateno #yiga clan are a pain in the ass #fanfic #lu fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 writer #read on a03 #ao3 fanfic #my writing

[pasteilian]

Happy Early(??) Thanksgiving!!

an Untold Storyteller (please don't feel forced to answer-)

AHHHH thank you hope you and everyone has a wonderful thanksgiving and if you don’t celebrate. I hope you have a wonderful day.

I will say go check out some post about indigenous awareness and support!

#pastrieschat💌

[silvercaptain24]

I was writing a warrios Angst about him having the eisoptrophobia spectrum caused by Cia and her obsession for Warrios: his body, his beauty.

" Hyrule's hope for a hero, the terror oh war and the inconsistent guilt of being responsible, warrios can no longer look himself in the eyes in a mirror...."

But I kind of missed the train, my writing is pretty tedious and it doesn't come out as expected.

So if anyone likes and wants to continue.... Go ahead o3o

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Kitty that-

Oh heck yes!!

#asks and answers #kitty!!!! #lu warriors #linked universe

[puzzlebean]

Here is part two of my Femslash February 2023 masterlist! I had a lot of fun creating all these works and I hope people enjoy reading them 💗

Sunrise [Avatrice, Warrior Nun, 100 words, General]

Ava and Beatrice watch the sunrise together.

Home [Danbeau, Marvel, 100 words, Teen and Up]

Sometimes Carol feels like a shell of who she was. Being around her family helps. At least she's home again.

Ice Cream [Bishlova, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Yelena and Kate go on an ice cream date after their mission.

Everything Has a Reason [Alisha/Kiko, Lightyear, 100 words, General]

It feels like fate somehow, Kiko thinks.

Among the Stars [Alisha/Kiko, Lightyear, 100 words, General]

Alisha has a hard time with everything that happened but then she meets Kiko and things start looking up.

Wedding Night [Gwen/Morgana, Merlin BBC, 100 words, Mature]

Gwen and Morgana enjoy their wedding night.

Coffee [Wenclair, Wednesday, 100 words, Teen and Up]

Wednesday likes sweetness when it comes to Enid.

A Safe Place to Stay [Sharon/Sarah, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Sarah provides Sharon with a safe place to stay. It becomes so much more than that.

The Best [Sharon/Sarah, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Sharon is very much in love with her girlfriend Sarah.

Serenade [Sharon/Natasha, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Sharon sings for Natasha and it sounds like love.

Darcy’s Person [Jane/Darcy, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Jane is Darcy's person.

Crush [Clary/Rebecca, Shadowhunters, 100 words, General]

Simon teases Clary about her crush on his sister.

Everything Gets Better With You [Alisha/Kiko, Lightyear, 100 words, General]

Kiko is looking foward to going on another date with Alisha.

Opposite Sides [Bishlova, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Yelena can't help but like Kate.

It's Okay [Carol/Rogue, X-Men Animated Series, 100 words, General]

Anna doesn't trust herself to not hurt Carol again.

She's Special [Jessika/Rey, Star Wars, 100 words, Teen and Up]

Jess knows there's something special about Rey.

Welcome [Lulli/Vanessa, Lulli 2021, 100 words, General]

Lulli hears Vanessa's thoughts. They are not unwelcome.

The Future [Elena/Vanessa, Lulli 2021, 100 words, General]

Vanessa asks Elena to be her roommate.

Close [Elena/Vanessa, Lulli 2021, 100 words, General]

Elena is glad she and Vanessa have gotten close.

Tattoos [Pepper/Natasha, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Natasha wants to belong to Pepper.

Happy [Jessika/Rey, Star Wars, 100 words, General]

Rey asks Poe if Jessika has mentioned her.

Not A Mystery [Daisy/Hazel, Murder Most Unladylike, 100 words, General]

Hazel realizes she has feelings for Daisy.

Day Off? [Deb/Pam, Q-Force, 100 words, General]

Deb wants to enjoy a day off with her wife but they are interrupted.

Never [Allison/Lydia, Teen Wolf, 100 words, General]

Lydia loves Allison even though she will never have her.

Agonizing [Johanna/Rachel, The Sandman, 100 words, General]

Johanna knows she must leave Rachel.

Totally Adorable [Elena/Vanessa, Lulli 2021, 100 words, General]

Elena and Vanessa make dinner together.

Understood [Jacqueline Box/Stat, Q-Force, 100 words, General]

No one understands Stat like Jacqueline does.

Passport [Monica/Wanda, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Monica goes on the run with Wanda.

Last Forever [Aneka/Ayo, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Ayo thinks about when she first fell in love with Aneka.

Indulging [Lucienne/Gault, The Sandman, 100 words, General]

Lucienne thinks she deserves to indulge every now and then.

Proud of Her [Deb/Pam, Q-Force, 100 words, General]

Pam is proud of her wife.

Proposal [Avatrice, Warrior Nun, 100 words, General]

Ava asks Beatrice to marry her.

Fortunate [Elena/Vanessa, Lulli 2021, 100 words, General]

Elena is happy with the way her life turned out.

Carefully [Wenclair, Wednesday, 100 words, General]

Wednesday and Enid talk about Enid's parents.

Desires [Sharon/Emma, Marvel, 100 words, Mature]

It's pure lust. Sharon is okay with that.

Devoted [Mary/Shannon, Warrior Nun, 100 words, Teen and Up]

It's hard to love the Warrior Nun.

Changes [Daisy/Amina, Murder Most Unladylike, 100 words, General]

Daisy learns that some changes are good. Amina is one of them.

Hold Me [Wanda/Natasha, Marvel, 100 words, General]

Natasha takes care of Wanda after a hard mission.

The Light [Sharon/Sarah, Marvel, 100 words, General]

No one knows Sharon like Sarah does.

Can't Wait (It's a Date) [Elena/Vanessa, Lulli 2021, 100 words, General]

Vanessa asks Elena on a date.

A Dream [Alisha/Kiko, Lightyear, 100 words, General]

Alisha is happy with the way her life turned out. She hopes Buzz finds the same.

#femslash february 2023 #femslash february #my fic #wenclair #avatrice #alisha x kiko #jessika x rey #bishlova #clary x rebecca #sarah wilson x sharon carter #gwen x morgana #danbeau #daisy x hazel #daisy x amina #deb x pam #stat x jacqueline #johanna x rachel #ayo x aneka #elena x vanessa #lulli x vanessa #lucienne x gault #wanda x natasha #mary x shannon

[rainbowdonkee]

Chibi Arval is here too! Their only close associated hero is Shez.

#fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem warrios three hopes #fire emblem three hopes #fe16 #few3h #fe arval #arval #nintendo #gacha

[yanderefairyangel]

Engage story's dark elements : Brodia's lust for war

One of my biggest woe towards Engage's writing was the fact that it tends to minimize each kingdom's role. That is to say that once you get the 2 magical mac guffins you came to search, you skip towards the next kingdom and so on. And while Engage sort of broke with the traditional war aspects in the FE story to focus more on the mac guffins aspects like Sacred Stones, the second part of Awakening's etc one of the main problem is that it doesn't allow any of the Roylas to have striking moments since they sort of relay ride each other by switching the spot light to the others and similarily, it doesn't speak to much about each kingdom so the wordbuiling feels a little poor. That is especially true for one important thing: Brodia. While all kingdoms and all Royals have the same impact and are given the same treatment, Elusia was given more spotlight for the only reason that Sombron used it as his base until he manages to bring back Gradlon but not Atlantis and one of the others problem was that Engage doesn't developp too much/expand more on Elusia/Brodia conflict despite Diamant and Alcryst having support with the Elusian sisters. However, Diamant's support might help give some informations about the history of Elusia and Brodia. (I try so hard to not make it about Diamant, please little prince, stop being an interesting character for 5 minutes straight, it's about your country ok ?)

Those supports are : Ivy's, Framme and Alfred's.

1 - Alfred's support

This one is mainly about the 2 of them bounding with training, however the B-A section of the conversation as some interesting stuff to it. Diamant mentions how Firene and Brodia have signed a nonagression pact in the B support. The A support however has Diamant explaining how Brodia is a warmoning and belliquous country.

Diamant : As you know, the kingdom of Brodia prioritizes military might above all else. Our kingdom is home to many ambitious people. That might explain those priorities. Our culture also teaches that it's honorable to gain things by force. [...] Thanks to Queen Eve, our two kingdoms have signed a nonagression pact. However...

Alfred : You're saying you can't promise it'll last.

Diamant : That's right. [...] I have my one hopes, but I won't just force them upon my kingdom. The will of my people must come first. I have to fight for whatever future serves them best.

2- Framme support

In their chain, Diamant approaches Framme who is given history homework by Vander. The first support chain has Framme complain about how boring history is.

Diamant : History does tend to be a chronicle of warfare. That's been true since the first Fell Dragon war. It's not all battles and bloodshed, though. For instance... My ancestor were able to found Brodia thanks to Lumera's protection, not warfare. [...] You have my vow as the crown prince of Brodia that, when I' m king, there will be peace.

But the second chain support has Framme not wanting to pursue her studies for different reasons. This time, she is depressed and scared by the tales of war she just read.

Framme : Prince Diamant... You said you wanted to bring peace to the world but... Is that really true ?

Diamant : Of course it is. I would never lie about that.

Framme: Then why does Brodia keep attacking Elusia ?

Diamant : Well...

Framme : I read the histories of both kingdoms (but she won't share it with us alas) There are helpless citizens in Elusia that fear Brodia. When you talk about ending war, do you really mean conquering Elusia ? Is that peace ?

Diamant: ....[...] Brodia... is a kingdom of warrios. It does have a regrettable history of seizing territory by force. And it is true that some people in Elusia have been hurt by - and have grown to hate - Brodia. That's an undeniable part of my kingdom's past, but I won't let it be part of our future. [...]

Framme : I don't know.... You skipped right over the bad parts of Brodia's history last time.

Diamant : I didn't mean to hide any of that to you. But ... I suppose I have a guilty conscience about these things.

3- Ivy Supports

While the support in itself is more about them bounding and less about their kingdom, it's still mentioned in a few elements

Ivy :...Please don't tell anyone about this. It cannot get out that the future rulet of Elusia was frightened by mere shrubbery. Or even worse, that the prince of Brodia had to come to her rescue.

Diamant : Believe me - I understand. I won't say a word.[...]

Ivy : Charity from Brodia is not going to do my royal image any favors...

Diamant : [...]Brodia has a lot to answer for. [...]

Ivy : It's true. Brodia has invaded our lands many times. I often wonder how my people would have fared without that suffering and bloodshed. [...]It's when kingdoms are involved that it gets complicated.

Diamant : That's true. My father focuses on our kingdom's affairs when he began explanding our territory by force. That singular focus is how things have always been done in Brodia... but that needs to change.

Diamant : Convincing Brodia to change it's warmongering ways will be a battle of it's own. War leads to profits, which lead to war, which lead to further profits... it's a horrible cycle. That cycle cannot continue. And I am the only one who can stop it.

Some peaks from Kagetsu, Citrinne and others support.

Diamant (with Kagestu) : Ah, well... Brodian culture prioritizes strenght, so I make sure my sword is a symbol of that. And just like you, I consider it to be more than a simple weapon.

Citrinne : Indeed. They're eager for a response. I've been sent here to ask you directly about your stance on future military campaigns. These nobles are acquaintances of my family. As a noble myself, I can't ignore their demands.

Diamant : ...

Citrinne ; Diamant, don't send me back empty-handed. I don't have the energy for tag anymore.

Diamant : War is profitable. The nobility is expecting to line their pockets for years to come.

Diamant (with Saphir): It's royals like me who declare wars... but the citizens and soldiers are the one who suffers. Your training may keep innocent Brodians safe someday.

Saphir (in A support) : I know more strengh is what I need, but at the same time... I'm starting to scare myself. I'm worried about becoming someone who only exists to hurt people.

Diamant: Wars leave scars that last forever. They hurt everyone involved, on all sides of any conflict. I often feel lost just like you... but I always come back to two things. One- I can't run away. Two - I don't fight to win. I fight to end the fighting. [...] That's the only way to change a world driven by conflict.

Diamant (in his support with Timerra, yes really) O Brodia, a land of strengh and might. Evil mean a-aren't allowed here

Timerra (A support) Hey, between you and me... do you think peace is really possible ?

Diamant : Ah. That's a big question... and one I often worry about myself.

Diamant (with Nel) : I've always wanted to be like my father, though there were times I failed to understand him too. He's always been considered a great king for his military might. That isn't how I'd like to rule. [...] We occasionally butted heads over the future of Brodia.

I also add some others supports chains that might be interesting from Alcryst and the Brodian.

Ivy (in her B support with Alcryst) I can't take my eyes off of your armor. In Elusia, we are taught from an early age to keep watch for Brodian armor.

Alcryst : Ooh. I think I understand... Brodia has invaded Elusia more times that I can count. My country has a lot to answer for. [...]

Ivy: Did you just issue a formal apology from the kingdom of Brodia for its invasion of our land ? Are you admitting fault on behalf of your people and swearing to adopt peaceful foreign policy ?

Alcryst : [...] The relationship between Brodia and Elusia has never been civil - certainly not in my lifetime.

Alcryst (with Hortensia) Brodia has invaded Elusia more times than I can count.

From all of this, I came to the conclusions that Brodia attacked Elusia because they wanted to expand their territory, but also, that Brodia MIGHT want to conquer others realms.

I think the support with Alfred makes that very clear, even if Diamant dislikes it, he knows that the Brodian nobility, as shown throught the support with Citrinne, will eventually lay eyes on others territories.

For instance, the question Timerra asked might be random at first. But hum.. you recall when she mentionned that there were spies all over the continent ?

This makes Timerra's question about peace less random. Timerra has every reason to worry, her spies must be very aware of Brodian nobility's greed and of their way to always push the country to another war. After all, if Brodia manages to conquer all of Elusia then Solm might become an easy target for them. And from there Firene too, hence why Diamant was worried about it in his support with Alfred. In short, Brodia may be capable of invading all the kingdom to expand it's territory.

It's obvious that both Alcryst and Diamant wish things would go differently, but it seems their father agrees with the nobility and for the sake of their people keep on attacking Elusia even though it made many vicitms on both Elusian sides (Ivy and Framme support) and Brodian (with Saphir's past). People often mentioned how despite being a pessmistic Diamalt was pretty close to Diamant in terms of ideal for peace. He wished to change a country that is used to wage war to be proseperous despite it being blessed by other reason in it's roots as mentionned in his support with Framme.

Another point to talk about his; Sombron. We don't know exactly how long Elusia took him as a deity, however seeing how Lumera and him are the same age, it was most likely ever since a 1 000 years ago. So... why would Elusia try only NOW to bring him back ? Well, I think it's easy to understand. In my opinion, Elusia trying to bring Sombron back was probably in order to win the war against Brodia. Like in Awakening, they had Sombron feed human sacrifice until he was fully restored. But the one reason I can see is not only for the sake of worship since they could have took Veyle, especially as the Hounds tried hard to bring Sombron back. I think king Hyacinth, as terrible as he is, still tried to do it for his country since he became obsessed with Sombron's return according to Ivy and Hortensia's support. That's mainly a theory though since none of his daughter support's help humanizing him which.... *sight*

I think it's interesting how one of the kingdom that has the most pacifist characters still has this very dark side of wanting to conquer others.

But yeah, in short, this means that out of all four kingdoms, Brodia is the one capable of threatining the 3 other and pluging the world to war.

Feel free to correct me/add stuff I you feel I missed something (ask box is always open )

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #meta analysis #meta

[rootisms]

Had a Root game last night and thought it would be interesting to do a small dissection of what happened and some general strategy that was involved.

The game was played with two new players and a novice player. For the draft I took out all high complexity factions like Keepers in Iron and Lizards and put down every available faction ADSET card to keep availability at a maximum. 

I was seated first player so let’s start with player 4, they chose to play the Eyrie and I urged them to either choose despot or charismatic for an easy game, and adviced charismatic if they had a bird card so they went with charismatic and chose the top-left fox clearing to start in. 

Next was player 3, they chose to play the Corvids. A good option honestly and an easy faction. They set up very agressively by putting their homeland with plot token right next to the Eyrie, this plot would go on to define the whole game. 

Next was player 2 who chose to play the rats. The homeland they chose was the double building slot fox clearing at the bottom, initially I saw no issue with it but as the game continued I think they shot themselves in the knee by starting there.

I as player 1 chose moles so that I could have some control over the board and moles in first is just a fun position to be in. My plan wasn’t yet clear but I had a good hand to sway brigadier turn 1. I set up further away from the rats than the Eyrie hoping I could take Eyrie early game better than Warlord.

The first round saw some pretty normal plays from me and the warlord but the corvids had a really cool trick up their sleeve. They started their turn by flipping the plot and it was a snare, this was huge as it blocked me and the eyrie from having easier access to the centre of the map, plus it was defended by two warriors which early on worked as a good detterent. This plot would be in the game up untill the final rounds. 

Now this plot had an interesting consequence for the battle hungry Eyrie decree. The rats chose to expand eastward meaning that the Eyrie had to either attack me or the crows,  but due to the snare they had to attack me as the two warriors were too much for the Eyrie to handle. This would start a cold war in the top bunny clearing that forced me to set up my second clearing with buildings somewhere I did not want to. 

Now that the most defining plays have been dealt with I’ll do a quick summary of the midgame. Eyrie went pretty stable for a while, then Rats clapped back hard and reduced them all the way back to their homeland so me and birds allied against the rats. I went with citadels to be able to play more agressively. After this the rats were reduced back to their homeland clearing and here the fatal mistake in their set up began to show. The clearing only had two paths so it was badly connected and the warriors were all stuck there defending two strongholds. The worst part was that I parked most of my warrios in the neighbouring mouse clearing which kept pressure on the strongholds and forced the rats to try and leave via the bunny clearing where they would be continuesly punched by the Eyrie. 

Throughout all this the crows were going pretty strong even if they had some minor setbacks, their mainstay plots were all in bunny allowing for some great item crafting and once they knew to target less populated clearing it went pretty well for them.

Rats never recovered from their pushback, unlike the Eyrie but they unfortunately turmoiled due to an ambush that was quite obvious. This also set them back too far and it was a race between me and the corvids. 

I had set up two citadels in my homeland and two markets right next to the rats, also had all important ministers swayed and it was pretty much too late to destroy my buildings. Rats and corvids did manage to do it with some teamwork but it was already too late and I leapt from 20 to 29 and then to 30. 

Fun game overall, I think these players could’ve given me a run for my money if they were a little bit more experienced and I was a bit more kind with my negotiations (which I probably should’ve been). 

This game also showed the importance of where you set up and the dangers of ambush cards. Also showed that getting punched sets you back a turn and because I was punched too late I was ahead of everyone and won the game.

#ttg #root #board game #gameblr #root ttg #root board game

[nttctf]

Tag Nine People You Want to Know Better

Tagged by @shadowsfascination

Favorite Color: Green 💚💚💚

Currently Reading: Love from A to Z by: S.K Ali

Last Song: Camellia - slchld

Last Television Series: American Ninja Warrio (counts as a television series right 🤔)

Last Movie: Flipped

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Between all 3 Imma have to go with sweet, especially cold sweet things like ice cream🍦😋.

Currently Working On: A grey scale challenge, i hope it turns out good cause this is my second attempt at it 😅. I have a few Wips in store as well as just trying to get back after an art block. Also I have an idea for a comic/ series I guess but not sure if I should draw or write it.

Thank you for tagging me these are always super fun to do and I’m glad I also got to know others as well. I’m going to tag(only if you want to no pressure:): @night-hedgie @sthrox @winterxisxcomingx @midnight-raven ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

#tag game #| (• ◡•)|

[ashknife]

Final Fantasy - Session 2

The original Warriors of Light are dead. Now the fate of the world rests in the hands of a random group of townsfolk and travelers. Will these new Warriors succeed where their charlatan predecessors have failed?

Dramatis Personae

Aelendiel of Sephiroth, an elven monk of The Three Rivers of Sephiroth (no, not that Sephiroth), on a quest from his order to experience the world and return with the wisdom gained. His "uncle," the grandmaster of that order, took him in after his parents were killed. The order is rather brutal, almost cultish.

Quara Augusto, a human bard (aka the red mage), the youngest daughter of Duke Augusto of Port Cornelia. Her five brothers and four sisters have a bright future ahead of them in the courts of Cornelia and beyond; she will find her future in song and fashion.

Glorianna Thournedaille, a human sorcerer (aka the black mage), the youngest daughter of a distant noble family. Her three older brothers are referred to as the heir, the spare, and the clergyman. She has the gift of wild magic, which her family disapproves of. As she is of little value to them politically, they were glad to let her run off to pursue her gifts…far, far away from them.

Siobahn Beatha, a human cleric of Cosmos (aka the white mage), a red-headed Irish-like woman literally born and raised in a barn. Her family successfully runs a farm near Port Cornelia. She was sent to the temple when it became clear she had a connection with the divine.

Tornan Fang, a dwarven fighter who serves as a sergeant in the king's army. He's a simple dwarf and likes it that way.

Rescuing Princess Sara

Having been charged by King Cornelia to rescue his daughter, the Warriors journeyed forth to the abandoned temple where the fallen knight Garland fled.

Not far into their journey, they encountered a horse selling goods on a cart. Upon inspection of the goods for sale, they noticed that the prices were incredibly cheap. 5 silver for a sword? 10 gold for a potion? Some might say those prices were…insane. The equine shop keep had crazy babbling to say, and his nearby friend was no help with its wild prancing and frothing at the mouth.

Suddenly, the horses attacked!

(A rough approximation of their battle.)

And just as quickly, they were felled.

A slog (and overnight stay) through the marshlands later, they reached the abandoned temple. The place was in serious need of repair. There were holes in the walls, parts of the roof had fallen in, and many of the pillars and statues were missing chunks or had flat out crumbled. Still, some called it home, like the giant spiders and skeletons roaming around.

Despite homecourt advantage, the denizens proved no match for the heroes. The Warriors also helped themselves to the meager spoils the denizens guarded: some coin, a couple of potions, and a magic scroll. They discovered that the temple was not entirely ruined: there were a couple of storerooms still standing and harboring strong magic that prevented their entry. Perhaps if they had the right key.

Having explored the outer hallways, they made for the center of the building, where their quarry lay in wait. Hoping to catch Garland off-guard, the ladies charged into the inner chambers loudly discussing the rustic decor of their surroundings as if they were planning to host a party. This bought a few moments for Aelendiel and Tornan to sneak in. Garland was in no mood for silliness and attacked the ladies. However, their ruse worked to their advantage. The Warriors now surrounded Garland.

(He's great at parties. Just not today.)

Even with superior positioning, the Warriors nearly faltered before Garland's might. Indeed, he was true to his reputation as Cornelia's best swordsman. In the end, teamwork and tenacity gave the Warriors the edge in the fight, and they prevailed against Garland. Princess Sara, who was bound over an altar, was freed. Together, they returned to Cornelia.

Reunited with family and kingdom, Princess Sara awarded the Warriors with a mystic lute, a family heirloom said to hold a mysterious power. Perhaps they would discover its purpose in their travels. The king ordered the rapid reconstruction of the bridge that was recently torn down. This bridge linked Cornelia to the continent proper. They Warriors would need it to reach Matoya, a mystic who knew more about the world crystals they sought.

Days later, they crossed the finished bridge and entered the forest toward Matoya's cave, but what was that in the distance? Fire?

#d&d 5e #final fantasy #session notes