#and one if his most powerful spells are also inspired by a dog!

[de-sterren-nacht]

The Fae of the British Lostbelt

This is gonna be a long one, so strap in.

The fae and other creatures of the British Lostbelt take heavy inspiration from real-life legends; almost every major character is named after a type of fairy or mystical creature from British folklore. Many of these names are not English; I've added a pronunciation guide for these in brackets after the word. In this post, I'll go over the beings and concepts these characters are named for and compare the legend to the original. This won't include Morgan or Oberon; those figures are complex enough to deserve posts of their own.

Aesc [ASH]

Aesc is more accurately spelled Æsc. It's an Old English word for the ash tree, and also doubles as the word for the rune for the letter Æ. This is pretty much a direct translation into Old English of Aesc's Japanese name, Tonelico (トネリコ), a word meaning "ash tree".

Albion

Albion is a poetic name for the island of Britain, from Greek Albiōn (Ἀλβίων), the name used by classical geographers to describe an island believed to be Britain. The name probably means "white place", which is how it's connected to the Albion of Fate. The Albion of Fate is the White Dragon, a symbol of the Saxons from a Welsh legend. In the most well-known version of the legend, the King of the Britons at the time, Vortigern, was trying to build a castle on top of a hill in Wales to defend against the invading Saxons, but everything he tried to build collapsed. He was told by his court wizard to find a young boy with no father and sacrifice him atop the hill to alleviate the curse. He sent his soldiers out and found a boy being teased for being fatherless, but when he brought the boy to the hill, the boy, a young Merlin, told him that his court wizard was a fool and that the real reason for the collapsing castle was two dragons inside the hill, one red and one white, locked in battle. The red dragon represented the Britons, and the white dragon represented the Saxons. Merlin told Vortigern that nothing could be built on the hill until the red dragon killed the white one. A red dragon is the symbol of Wales to this day, and a white dragon is occasionally used in Welsh poetry to negatively represent England. This white dragon is Albion in Type/Moon lore.

Baobhan Sìth [bah-VAHN shee]

A baobhan sìth is a female fairy in Scottish folklore. The name literally means "fairy woman" in Scottish Gaelic. They appear as a beautiful woman and seduce hunters traveling late at night so that they can kill and eat them, or drink their blood depending on the story. They're unrelated to banshees except in terms of etymology (Banshee is from Old Irish "ben síde", meaning the same thing as baobhan sìth). They're often depicted with deer hooves instead of feet, which is probably what inspired Baobhan Sìth's love of shoes.

Barghest

In the folklore of Northern England, a barghest is a monstrous black dog with fiery eyes teeth and claws the size of a bear's. The name probably derives from "burh-ghest", or "town-ghost". It was often said to appear as an omen of death, and was followed by the sound of rattling chains. The rattling chains probably inspired Barghest's chains. Her fire powers are also obviously based on the fiery eyes of the barghest. Otherwise, she's not very connected to the folkloric barghest, which is never associated with hunger or eating humans.

Boggart

In English folklore, a boggart is either a malevolent household spirit or a malevolent creature inhabiting a field, a marsh, a hill, a forest clearing, etc. The term is related to the terms bugbear and bogeyman, all originally from Middle English bugge, or possibly Welsh bwg [BOOG] or bwca [BOO-cuh], all words for a goblin-like monster. It usually resembled a satyr. It's not really ever depicted with lion features, so it's anyone's guess why Boggart is a lion-man.

Cernunnos [ker-NOON-ahs]

Cernunnos, probably meaning "horned one", was an important pre-Roman Celtic god. His existence is only attested by fragmentary inscriptions and the repeated motif in Celtic religious art of a "horned god", a humanoid figure with deer antlers seated cross-legged. This fragmentary evidence is often led to assume that Cernunnos was a god of nature, wilderness, animals and fertility. There exists no evidence that Cernunnos was a chief deity of any kind, since we have barely any evidence he existed at all in the first place. Cernunnos might not even be his name; it's just the only name we have. Needless to say, the only thing the Cernunnos in the British Lostbelt has in common with the real figure is his large antlers.

Cnoc na Riabh [kuh-nock-nuh-REE-uh]

Cnoc na Riabh, Knocknarea in English, is a hill in Sligo in Ireland. The name means "hill of the stripes", referring to its striking limestone cliffs. It's said to be the location where Medb's tomb lies, so it's connected to Cnoc na Riabh through Fate's conflation of Medb with Queen Mab, a fairy mentioned in Romeo and Juliet; this etymology of Mab as derived from Medb was formerly accepted, but has lost favour with the advent of modern Celtic studies due to the lack of any concrete connection between the two figures.

Grímr (don't know how to say this one, apologies; Germanic myth is not my strong suit)

Odin (Wōden in Old English) was a god worshiped in many places, basically anywhere the Germanic peoples went, including the Anglo-Saxons that became today's English people. As such a widely worshiped god, he had a very large number of names, titles and epithets. Grímr is one such name, literally meaning "mask", referring to Odin's frequent usage of disguises in myths, which is fitting for how Cú disguised himself as a faerie in the British Lostbelt and hid that he possessed Odin's Divinity from Chaldea.

Habetrot

Habetrot is a figure from Northern England and the Scottish Lowlands, depicted as a disfigured elderly woman who sewed for a living and lived underground with other disfigured spinsters. She often spun wedding gowns for brides. Cloth spun by her was said to have curative and apotropaic properties. All the Habetrot of the British Lostbelt has in common with this figure is the association with brides and with spinning cloth. "Totorot" is not a real figure; the name is just an obvious tweak of Habetrot.

Mélusine

Mélusine is a figure that appears in folklore all across Europe. The name probably derives from Latin "melus", meaning "pleasant". She's a female spirit of water with the body of a beautiful woman from the waist up, and the body of a serpent or a fish from the waist down. In most stories, she falls in love with a human man and bears his children, using magic to conceal her inhuman nature. However, she tells her lover he must never look upon her when she is bathing or giving birth. Of course, he invariably does so, and when he does, he discovers her serpentine lower body, and she leaves, taking their children with her. Since Mélusine is just the name Aurora gave her, the Mélusine of the British Lostbelt has very little to do with this figure, but an analogy can be drawn between the Mélusine of folklore hiding her true form as a half-serpent to maintain her relationship with her lover, and Fate's Mélusine suppressing her true form as both a dragon and an undifferentiated mass of cells to ensure Aurora continues to love her.

Muryan [MUR-yan]

A muryan is a rather obscure Cornish fairy. The word is Cornish for "ant". Muryans are diminutive figures with shapechanging abilities, cursed to grow smaller every time they use those abilities until they eventually vanish altogether. Muryan, of course, is connected to muryans through her ability to shrink others.

Spriggan [SPRID-jan]

A spriggan is a type of creature in Cornish folklore. The word is derived from the Cornish word "spyryjyon" [same pronunciation], the plural of "spyrys", meaning "fairy". They're usually grotesque old men with incredible strength and incredibly malicious dispositions, and are often depicted guarding buried treasure. Spriggan is not himself a faerie, and the name is stolen from a faerie he killed, but it's still appropriate due to the greed and selfishness spriggans are usually depicted with.

Woodwose

Woodwose is a Middle English term for the wild man, a motif in European art comparable to the satyr or faun. The etymology is unclear. It has little to do with wolves or animals, despite its association with wildness, but there is at least a thematic connection with Woodwose's character, since the archetype of the wild man depicts a figure who cannot be civilised or well-mannered no matter how hard he tries, much like how Woodwose barely restrains his temper by being a vegetarian and dressing in a fine suit. Woodwose's predecessor, Wryneck, is named for a type of woodpecker with the ability to rotate its neck almost 180°.

#incoherent rambling #fate grand order #fgo #lostbelt 6 #avalon le fae #boggart fate #woodwose fate #habetrot #spriggan fate #muryan #melusine #baobhan sith #cernunnos #barghest #cnoc na riabh #fateposting #if i missed anyone in this post OR in the tags i will jump off a cliff #now it is bedtime #will probably give morgan and oberon their own posts in a few days #school. you know.

[theladyoracle]

✧ General Creepypasta Headcanons ✧

𖦹⭒°｡⋆𖦹 The Lady Oracle's AU 𖦹⋆°｡⭒𖦹

Featuring: The Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack

a/n: Just jotting down some of the general headcanons that have been piling up in my notes app! Honestly it's so much that its starting to lag down the note LOL!

Also I take requests so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE shoot them into my ask box!

cw/tw: mention of murder (obvi), mention of torture, mention of vomiting, implications of 'incidents', implications of cannibalism

The Slenderman/The Operator

10ft tall...and then some

He/Him/It

Goes by both Slenderman and the Operator. The only difference is that he makes his Proxies only address him as the Operator. Denizens (lower ranking creeps, I'll make another post about this probably for my au...) are allowed to address him as either. This is to make sure that the Proxies don't get 'too friendly' with him

Seldom cares about anything going on between the people who live in the manor unless it directly affects him. Will actually get so annoyed if people bother him with petty problems or drama. He only cares about his things, his home, and his business

Is basically a dirty, evil capitalist landlord

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss fr fr /hj

Is very supernaturally inclined. Reads books, casts spells, and brews potions. Is very knowledgeable of other realms, creatures, and magicks

Is very secretive with everyone in the Slender Woods. For all they know; he is the strongest, most powerful entity there is in the woods and they should fear him. This is how Slenderman likes to keep things

Out of touch with humanity, but sometimes its really funny! He will forget that humans need food to survive, and finds it 'inconvenient' that they need air to breathe...okay maybe its only funny to me

He finds some human things charming! Like fashion - he has a tie for every occasion and always wants to look presentable. He also loves a good riddle

Thrives with paperwork. Literally has a contract for every Proxy and Denizen. Loves structure

Will call the Denizens his 'children' at times....but will seldom ever call his Proxies his children. Proxies are regarded more as property or dogs than they are people

Jeff the Killer

Denizen (at age 21)

Is 29 years old

He/Him/His

5'10 with wide shoulders, a thin waist, and moderate muscle mass

I headcanon Jeff to be half Korean (on his mother's side) I believe this due to the traditional pronunciation of Liu's name

Loves using a knife as his primary murder method because its intimate - he truly considers it to be an art

Is close with BEN. He sees BEN as like a younger sibling (similar to Liu.) So he spends a lot of time barging into BEN's room (much to his distaste) and annoys the fuck out of him. I think he does this because he's pretty lonely too but doesn't want to admit it...

Before his psychotic break, he was obsessed with other famous serial killers. His other hobbies before murdering his parents include: manifestos, torture methods, and anatomy

Is a total metal head - doesn't listen to anything except for alternative music

Will totally ask you to "name 3 songs" if you're wearing a band t-shirt (even if he doesn't know the band...)

Owns a tattoo gun! Is really fucking bad at giving tattoos.....

BEN Drowned

Denizen

He/Him/His

I think of BEN as a sort of shapeshifter. Taking inspiration from the game Majora's Mask, I like to think that BEN is able to change his "skin" to however he wants to appear, but has a default form that gradually changes (so for example depending on who he chooses for a victim, he can portray himself as a 12 year old boy, a teenager, or even older) but his default form is one that can age as though he never drowned as a boy

This isn't just limited to age - he can use this to look as freaky as he wants. Usually this is just to make himself look more uncanny for his victims

I don't think BEN in my AU is the ghost of Ben Lawman (the boy who drowned) I think that Ben Lawman's essence was twisted and possessed by something inherently evil during his death

When he was found in the woods, the Slenderman saw the wicked potential that this new entity possessed and offered him a deal

Probably like 5'5"-5'6"

Skinny, like really skinny - despite how much he eats

BEN is a total incel :/

Frequent Discord, Reddit, and Twitch user

Despite the Slenderman giving him the incredible gift to age as if he never died, he is still so fucking immature. it's like dealing with a child

He always seems annoyed when anyone comes to talk with him. He takes everything as an attack and has the crudest, most annoying, immature sense of humor

He has to be bribed to do LITERALLY ANYTHING

His room smells like dirty socks and vape juice

Literal definition of "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM I'M PLAYING MINECRAFT"

Jane the Killer

Denizen

28 years old

Latina

Lesbian

She/her/hers

5'7" . Soft hourglass-shaped build with strong thighs and legs!

She is a woman of science and logic, and is overall just a very intellectual woman - lowkey kind of nerdy, it's sweet if you get to know her

Comes across as 'no nonsense' to newbies and people who don't know her well, but she's secretly very sarcastic and clever! She has the realest conversations, and is a powerful ally to have

There are a lot of rumors about her in the manor, because she seems to be the Slenderman's favorite

Oftentimes is doing a lot of household errands or chores for the Slenderman as part of her contract

Helps compile mission files for targets (sometimes helps with research, but mostly puts them together and then serves the assignments underneath resident doors)

Does the interrogations and initiation processes for new recruits to the manor (asks them questions to build their contract, shows them around, etc)

Quick-witted and sarcastic - doesn't let anyone talk shit to her. Literally no misogynistic comment goes by unchecked. She absolutely tears into the creeps that come at her

Has an absolute adoration for old horror films, true crime, and investigation shows

She loves solving mysteries or puzzles. Brain teasers and riddles are totally her thing! But...is like way too good at it. I mean, she can guess the answer to any riddle first or second try, and she's ALWAYS guessing the ending of movies within the first fifteen minutes. It kind of takes the fun out of everything

Usually likes to spend her down time alone. She feels like the 'mom' of the mansion otherwise (and hates when she feels like that)

Eyeless Jack

5'11" with a slim yet muscular build

25 years old

He/Him/His/They/Them

EJ is exceptionally intelligent - both in creative problem solving and just in general with his anatomical knowledge

He's is so quiet in everything he does. Sometimes this is comforting and sometimes its creepy. He's silent. He types quietly, he wraps wounds quietly, he cleans quietly....kind of just a strong and silent type kind of dude

He is the only resident of the manor that the other creeps feel safe and comfortable getting care from, because he actually keeps a sterile and clean environment while he performs operations

KIND OF RANDOM! But I think his parents were total hippies (literal cultists)

I like to think he was a vegetarian before the incident :'(

His skin looks super ashy gray but it's actually super smooth - he moisturizes all the time in attempts to get his radiant glowy skin back but it never really works with his dark gray skin

Has to wear eye masks to bed so that the ooze doesn't get all over his pillows and sheets. Usually he doesn't care if it drips on him or his clothes, but hates when he wakes up and it's all over his face

Cannot eat anything besides human organs without vomiting - and HATES vomiting. Like he's developed somewhat of a fear of it now...especially how it looks when it comes up

That's just about it for now! Thanks byyyeeee~!

xoxo -Oracle

#creepypasta #creepypastafandom #theladyoracle #theladyoracleau #creepypasta au #slenderverse #creepypasta headcanons #creepypastahc

[crimsonscloud]

you know what. it's missing norton!bruce hours (again) and i got some headcanons to share this time. below the cut because we might be here a while.

general / misc headcanons:

based on norton's screenplay for the incredible hulk, this bruce's full name is david bruce banner. (this is also how i mentally differentiate between norton and ruffalo's portrayals; to me, norton!bruce is david, ruffalo!bruce is robert.)

his mother used to call him "davey" as an affectionate nickname when he was little.

frankenstein is one of his favorite books because his mother read it to him. (this one is canon to the ih novelization)

he adores dogs and adopts a puppy between the avengers and age of ultron. (i don't have a name for the puppy yet.)

he likes studio ghibli films and finds the animation style relaxing.

learned russian while getting one of his phds, like in the comics.

inspired by this panel from the "super spy banner" arc in the comics: he likes james bond. and yes, he absolutely takes the chance to say "the name is banner. bruce banner" when he's doing an infiltration mission (probably with natasha and/or clint) or something. he and natasha probably watch the films together since her solo film had her quoting along to moonraker.

bruce. is. a. martial. artist. the films forget this and i'm salty about it.

cooking is relaxing for him so he tends to make a lot of food, and he knows a lot of dishes from different cultures because of how much he's traveled. no one on the team complains.

bruce's powers:

glowing eyes <3

inspired by the john turman hulk script, electricity behaves weird around bruce when he gets emotional. he has made lightbulbs and other things explode if he's standing too close to them. he learns how to isolate the effect once he understands more about his relationship with hulk. tony helps by giving him things he doesn't mind getting exploded, and for bruce it also works kind of like a trauma release. he can still accidentally blow something up if he gets distracted / agitated, but it happens less.

the electrical-interference power also manifests as him being able to hear electrical currents. different things have slightly different sounds / pitches and tony always asks him to describe them.

still has a pretty good healing factor as bruce, it's just slower. (in a ih deleted scene sparr says she's never seen someone recover from a tranquilizer as fast as he does). also can't get drunk, but he's never tested that for obvious reasons.

in the novel he's able to dodge a tranq dart "aimed and fired in one motion" so he probably also has faster reflexes.

immune to mind control as bruce and as hulk. both are pissed at wanda for trying it.

based on a scene in the immortal hulk comics, bruce uses automatic writing and drawing to communicate with hulk when hulk isn't out.

can see astral forms. they're clearer and even tangible when hulk is in control, but bruce can also see them.

also inspired by immortal hulk, he has a weird sixth sense for when people are lying to him. as bruce the "itch" he gets can be ignored most of the time, as hulk not so much.

relationship / dynamic headcanons:

no brutasha romance to be seen here they are friends 😌 (if that's your cup of tea that's fine it just isn't mine.)

stays. in. contact. with. betty. (i will forever fight the mcu over this. they are soulmates yall.)

steals tony's band shirts like a gremlin. also steals tony's snacks.

bruce🤝wanda: blurring the lines of science and mysticism. (later comics describe gamma radiation as having a mystical element, "like a magic spell... when viewed from another angle" which is the same reason bruce / hulk tend to have some extrasensory powers).

i just think we were robbed of a bruce and wanda friendship okay.

#marvel #mcu #crimson is bruceposting #norton!bruce meets the mcu #(new tags teehee) #bruce banner #my headcanons #some of these were also already posted on my old bruce rp blog but i don't use it much rn and figured the non rp folks would like them

[vic-the-bookdragon]

Ceridwen and Fionnuala in Celtic Mythology.

Also spelled as Cerridwen, Cerrydwen, or Kerrydwen and Nuala.

Disclaimer : In this post I don't claim anything about the legends as canon in the books. I just wanted to express my thoughts on why I think Cerridwen and Nuala's names and their friendship with Elain might not be a coincidence based on the mythology behind their names. SJM loves using mythology in her novels and there might be a reason she chose those names. Again, I repeat : Nothing is canon when it comes to the twins. We know virtually nothing about them This is just my opinion and a way for me to order my thoughts.

Let's start with Cerridwen :

According to Celtic and Welsh lore she was a powerful enchantress/sorceress/white witch and a wise mother, who had the powers of poetic wisdom, prophecy and inspiration (collectively called the Awen) respectively. She is also known as the keeper of the Cauldron, in which she makes potions (for other people) and draws the power of the Awen.

She's also known as : White Crafty One, the White Sow, Great Mother, the Dark Moon Goddess, the Goddess of Inspiration and Death, the Grain Goddess, and the Goddess of Nature. And she's associated with : creation, ruling the realms of inspiration, magic, death, regeneration, fertility and knowledge.

Legend : She was married to Tegid Foel, had two children - twins, a beautiful daughter, named Crearwy and a son, named Morfran (or Afaggdu), who was described as horrendous-looking and stupid.

In order to help her son, Ceridwen decided to brew a potion in her Cauldron that would make him beautiful and wise. When all the ingredients where ready she ordered the servent boy, Gwion Bach, who was in her employ, to stir the potion. The potion needed stirring for a year and a day and, after it was done, only three drops were enough to grant the drinker the potion's abilities. The remaining potion would be poisonous.

The boy, Gwion, accidently splashed the potion, while stirring it, on his finger. It burned him and, to ease the pain, he put his finger in his mouth and that resulted in him drinking the three magical drops, making him beautiful and full of knowledge and wisdom, instead of Morfran. Knowing that Ceridwen would be beyond furious, the boy fled.

When Ceridwen learned what had happened, she decided to hunt the boy, and thus a chase of shapeshifting begun.

Gwion had turned into a hare when he run away, and Cerridwen turned into a dog. Then the boy turned into a fish and jumped into the river, and Ceridwen changed into an otter an followed him. After that, Gwion transformed himself into a bird, and Ceridwen transformed into a hawk. Lasty, the servant turned into a grain of cron and the enchantress changed into a hen and swallowed the grain of corn, which resulted in her getting pregnant. The baby was Gwion...

Ceridwen wanted to kill the baby after it was born, but decided otherwise. She, instead, she threw him into the sea. The baby, then was discovered by Prince Elffin, who decided to keep him, because it was very smart. It could speak, recite prophesy and make predictions/prophesies. The baby, named Taliesin, changed Elffin's luck.

What Ceridwen and her Cauldron symbolize : Adapting and transforming according to the situation depending on what is required, as seen in the legend with the shapeshifting, equates to the cycle of death and rebirth and the changing of seasons. The Cauldron is a symbolism to transformation, magic, new beginnings, wisdom, creative inspiration and endless circle of birth, death, and rebirth. In the legend of Bran the Blessed the Cauldron could resurrect the dead. She is also associated with the dark moon in the lunar cycle and the Triple Goddess, being linked to the Crone (due to her wisdom) and the Mother (due to her representation of life, birth, and rebirth).

It might just be a coincidence and I could most certainly be wrong, but the choice of name and the pairing with Elain doesn't seem like a coincidence to me, when I look at the legend behind Cerridwen's name. If we assume that Sarah did it intentionally, then some things align with what we know about Elain and what we guess might happen.

We know (based on how her character arc has gone so far) that her story will be about choices, perceptions and transformation from what others believe her to be to who she really is and another side of her.

From the Feysand bonus chapter :

Rhys asked, "Have you ever seen Elain act like that before?" "No." I chewed on my bottom lip. Rhys's gaze tracked the movement. "I mean, she's been brave when she had to be, but she's never been confrontational." "Maybe she was never given a chance to be that way." I whipped my head toward him. "You think I stifle her?" Rhys held up his hands. "Not you alone." He surveyed the study as he thought. "But I wonder if everyone has spend so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she'd disappoint you all." He sighed toward the ceiling. "With time and safety, perhaps we'll a new side of her emerge." "That sounds dangerously close to what Nesta said about Elain finally becoming interesting." "Sometimes Nesta isn't wrong." I glowered at Rhys. "You think Elain's boring?" "I think she's kind, and I'll take kindness over nastiness any day. But I also think we haven't yet seen all she has to offer." A corner of his mouth tagged upward. "Don't forget that gardening often results in something pretty, but it involves getting one's hands dirty along the way." "And torn up by thorns," I mused...

There's the chance that Elain's change/tranformation might not only be about her personality, but her physicality too.

There's this scene :

Mor opened her mouth, laughter dancing on her face, but Elain asked, "Could you have done it? Decided to take a male form?" The question cut through the laughter, an arrow fired between us Amren studied my sister, Elain's cheeks red from our unfiltered talk at the table. "Yes," she said simply. "Before, in other form, I was neither. I simply was." "Then why did you pick this body?" Elain asked, the faelight of the chandelier catching in the ripples of her golden-brown braid. Elain asked, "And once you were in this body, you couldn't change?" Amren'd eyes narrowed slightly. I straightened, glancing between them. [...] Elain, to my surprise, held Amren's gaze. Amren said after a moment, "Are you asking out of curiosity for my past, or your own future?"

At first, I thought maybe Elain wanted to find a way to become human again and that's why she asked Amren these questions. But, we've also been told that the Cauldron also gave her powers, plural. We still don't know the extent of them, so it might be possible that Elain can shapeshift into something/someone.

Add to that the fact that Elain is associated with light and spring and rebirth and the choice of names Sarah made for one her friends makes theorizing and speculating about it all the more interesting.

I also think there might a correlation with Ceridwen in the legend brewing potions and Elain asking the twins to teach her to bake/cook.

Life and death and rebirth Sun and moon and dark Rot and bloom and bones

Let's move on to Fionnuala :

*I'll keep this short*

The story of The Children of Lir revolves around Fionnula, Aodh, Conn and Fiachra (two sets of twins) who were cursed by their stepmother, Aoife, because she was jealous of them.

She took then to swim in Loch Dairbhreach, and when they were playing she cast a spell on them with a Druid's magic wand and turned them into "beautiful swans with feathers white as snow". Aoife had let them keep their human voices and "gave them the gift to sing the beautiful music of the Sidhe, which would be the most beautiful, peaceful music ever to be heard. The songs would calm the most troubled heart."

The children had to spend 900 years as swans until the curse could be lifted. 300 hundred years they would spend on Loch Dairbhreach, another 300 years on Sruth na Maoile and the last 300 years at at Irrus Domnann and Inis Gluaire.

Now to the part that stood out to me the most...

"The sentence would be lifted when they heard the first bells of Christianity and when a Man from the North lay with a Woman from the South"

There are more details that might be interesting about what happened to Aoife, but I won't mention them here.

Eventually, the bells of Christianity rang and the Man from the North and the Woman of the South had come together, so Fionnuala and her siblings where free at last. They died after they were baptized and it is said that they were reunited with their father and mother.

First things first, the name Nuala derives from the name Fionnuala. That being said, the legend of The Children of Lir bears a few similarities with Koschei, the curse put on Vassa, his confinement to the lake and the girls he imprisons.

Now, in the legend, one of the stipulations for the curse to be lifted was that "a man from the north" must lay with a "woman from the south".

The Night Court and Illyria are both located north. The human lands are located in the south.

Two women from the south have already come together and lain with two men of the north, Feyre/Rhysand and Cassian/Nesta.

What if SJM took inspiration from that, but instead of one man and one woman, she turned it to three brothers and three sisters? (It's pretty clear that the number 3 holds significance in the books)

And lastly, Cerridwen and Nuala in the books.

We literally know nothing about them, except 3 things :

They are half-wraiths.

They were trained by Azriel.

Their power is shadow manipulation.

What more there it to them? Where did they come from? Who are their parents? What is their story? Will Sarah pull from the real Nuala and Ceridwen's stories and turn it into something unique? Perhaps, they have another sister that is trapped in Koschei's lake?

I'm stating again that all this is just pure speculation.

#elain archeron #nuala #cerridwen #nuala and cerridwen #pro elain #pro elain archeron #elriel #pro elriel #elain kingslayer #elain and azriel #elain x azriel #elain acotar #elain nuala and cerridwen #acotar speculation #azriel x elain #azriel and elain

[butleroftoast]

Word Association Headcanon (Pt. 2)

When Morris travels with an adventuring group, the rats often prefer remaining at home, despite the unease this gives him. When they do join him, however, their occasional use does not outweigh the problems they cause. Although they can move largely unseen, Morris's companions don't tend to enjoy having a camp full of rats, especially when they start investigating supplies. As for staying at an inn, well - let's just say the owners aren't best pleased with their sudden mysterious pest problem.

Most people Morris travels with can't tell the difference between the individual rats following him. The very few people who've travelled with him multiple times can usually pick them out by context - that is, they assume that if Morris is having an extended conversation with them, he's probably talking to the leader of the colony - but no one as yet would be able to select Fishstinky out of a lineup or, for that matter, tell you his name. Morris guards it as closely as he does his own first name.

Two other prominent rats are Watermould, a scout who has put up a good-natured challenge for leadership once or twice, and Saltyboots, a burly rat most often seen defending their territory. Watermould picked up his scent-name exploring the hulls of ships, and Saltyboots from scurrying around the docks and tavern floors over sailors' feet.

Currently (/pre-BG3), their territory is a network of tunnels through walls, cellars, sewers, and brushing against the Undercity. Morris finds a relatively dry spot in the upper levels of the sewers and sets up a bedroll beside an entrance hole. This allows him to have forewarning of anyone who might disturb them, and allows the rats to join him or hide down below as they please. If he manages to stay there long enough without being caught, he might add some canvas, extra blankets, and wooden crates. You know, to make the sewers more homely.

(Eventually Morris befriends - or learns to tolerate - the Marquis Skullduggan, a noble who will eventually get a background post of their own. They allow Morris to stay in an old barn on one of their family's vineyards, and in exchange he keeps the rats away from their prize fruit. It's an arrangement which seems to work for everyone, at least until Morris disappears and leaves the rats unchecked.)

Much as he cares for the rats, Morris's secret, embarrassing wish is to be able to fly in wildshape. A spell or scroll of Flight just isn't the same as being borne aloft by the power of your own body. It feels childish, petty, and silly, but he can't shake the desire.

(Even at later levels, when he learns a bird wildshape - that of a scarlet macaw, which overtakes even ratshape in his favour - he continues to struggle with flight. It only seems to come to him under duress, and very rarely does he manage to fly purely for the thrill of it. The first time he manages to fly as a bird, it's after a chase off a cliff - long story - and although he gets himself most of the way down safely, he loses control of it towards the end, drops wildshape, and lands with a thump in the dirt.)

He is also more of a cat person than a dog person. One of the few ways he does follow expectations for a druid is in respecting all creatures, so he doesn't dislike dogs at all, and will help them when he can without hurting the rat pack.

The preference for cats is probably inspired by the terriers the other ratcatchers use, most of whom don't like him. That is, the terriers don't like him, because he chases them away from their quarry and argues with them. The actual ratcatchers still remember Morris from the old days and are mostly amiable towards him, if a little baffled by his choices and the antipathy they receive from him when they cross paths. Ratcatchers understand rats more than anybody else, it's a necessity of the job, and some of them even appreciate their complex social hierarchies and intelligence - but they also recognise what a threat they pose, especially to the poorest and the weakest in society, as they destroy food supplies and spread disease. Common opinion is that Morris's work with poisons has turned him a bit strange in the head.

Back to the subject of wildshaping, Morris is not naturally free with his abilities. It's probably related to his rigid control of his emotions. Some druids will change in line with their emotions: when they're angry, when they're excited, and so on. Apparently it's a much freer, more enjoyable experience than making a conscious decision to wildshape, if occasionally inconvenient. This has never happened to Morris. He's skeptical about it even being true. The druid circle probably made it up to tease him.

(Later he learns that he was wrong. Once, just once, during a rare happy period of his life, after a certain someone has taught him to be more in tune with his own emotions and self, he's playing with the rats and it happens: out of nowhere, ratshape, not even caring, pure joy, running after them, tumbling with them, playing on their level, human concerns totally forgotten as he chases down a hole after them. The person who was with him at the time only smiles and goes back to his pipe.)

#my flight got delayed so I am back with more interminable morris #druid pol morris

[tuzesdays]

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

(This can also be in dms :3)

its 3am and someone just set off two fireworks directly outside my home so hi andy good morning lets talk dayshift

so i use grammarly and basic spelling correct to edit, right? what yall dont see, that i do, is before every chapter i plug everything into the text box and let grammarly go at it - usually this ends up with.... id say the average number of corrections it suggests is around 70. and every time, i go thru the whole thing checking every correction because man, grammarly does NOT know how real people talk. theres a certain cadence to verbal speech yknow? something i try to emulate in my regular texting style, but in a properly formatted story its different (not harder or easier, different) because while you cant capitalize random words for Emphasis, you CAN do a whole bunch of other stuff: dashes, sentence breaks, i especially like to split a chunk of dialogue in half with a described action. maybe not every misspelling is intentional, but all the words are.

and some of the stuff i thought about is NEVER - or at least UNLIKELY to be - coming up in the story!! for instance, i dont do things like flashbacks. what you see of the characters background and experiences either comes from what they say or what their actions imply. sunbite gives the benefit of internal dialogue and memory, but its a yn fic so even thats spotty sometimes.

people who just read the fic would Never Know that sunbites blood relation father only ever saw them once. and i also dont include things that wouldnt be apparent to the characters- it has no effect on them, how would they ever know? how would sunbite ever know that they have a little sibling, possibly more than one? how would you ever know that obi's "heirlooms" from his grandmother included another ring passed down maternally for the last five generations with a decent sized sapphire on it? would you know that sunbite loves dogs because their first imaginary friend was one, and they named him Lucky? this stuff has no effect of them now, practically forgotten about. but its there cause i say it is.

storytelling is fucking Wild, dude. of course i took some inspiration from bamsara and naffeclipse (god damn at this point what dca writer hasnt a little bit) but also im pretty proud of my 'do no harm, take no shit' yn. it was always gonna be them, theyre the only person for the job in my mind. the way ive structured things and the way things are going to go, only people with that attitude - and that unkillable amount of hope and love - would be able to make it all the way through. maybe thats not the easiest character to project onto, but hey, its more a personal thing. dayshift go figure is, among other things, a power fantasy.

anyway, took the oppurtunity to ramble, its 3am. tldr; i put a lot of thought into word usage and character history, and most of those thoughts arent important to anyone but me.

#dayshift go figure #tuz asks

[sin-of-geekiness]

I can’t help but laugh my ass off when Estarossa summons “evil hound”

I mean, is that ironic or what?

#hes alter ego is inspired by a dog! #and one if his most powerful spells are also inspired by a dog! #COINCIDENCE?! #I THINK NOT #nnt #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #sds #shitpost #estarossa #evil hound #im still laughing

[midnightstar-90]

The Female Marauder

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James Potter x Reader | Harry Potter x Marauder! Reader

Summary: Sirius introduces Harry to a very long-lost friend.

Warnings: Jealousy, Grief, Character Death

A/N: I've been reading this James Potter fanfic on Wattpad called addicted, and it's really good. It's also the inspiration for this.

September 1st, 1995

Narrator's POV

It had been a long and tedious summer for Harry Potter. Well, that was until the last couple of weeks of summer. You see, the whole summer, the only thing that he had to remember of his home was his wand, Hedwig, and the constant nightmares of his classmate's death. His aunt, uncle, and cousin were still the terrible beings he had known since he was placed in their care. And to top it off, he hadn't received a single letter from his friends.

During Harry's last 2 weeks of summer, before he road the Hogwarts Express back to Hogwarts, Harry went on trial for the use of underage magic in front of muggles. They didn't want to believe the 15-year-old boy, but thankfully, Dumbledore was there to defend his case.

Now that all charges were lifted from Harry's case, he was once again allowed to go to Hogwarts. He was led through the train station by Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, and Sirius disguised as a dog. It was dangerous for the marauder to be there, so he decided to cut his time in the train station short, and say his goodbyes to his godson.

He lead the boy into an empty waiting room and shut the door for some privacy. He warned Harry to be careful, knowing that there would be many dangers following the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

"I wanted you to have this," Sirius said as he reached in his pocket for a folded-up piece of paper. He passed it to Harry and watched as he unfolded it. He unfolded the last part of the paper to see a moving picture full of people. "The Original Order of the Phoenix." He then started to tell Harry about the picture. His finger landed on a beautiful woman. She stood behind James, and Sirius and next to Dumbledore.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N. She was one of the most powerful people in this picture. She had a strong heart, and you would feel her wrath if you ever hurt one of her friends. She could perform the most challenging of spells. And she was the only female that was a part of the Marauders," Sirius explained.

Harry was curious to know more, so he continued to ask questions. "So, she knew my father?" Harry asked.

"Yes. She knew your father a lot more than any of us did. When we were in our 4th year, Remus and I would always make fun of her. We always thought she had a thing for your father, but James didn't believe us. She would always hit us with Aguamenti if we said anything to James," Sirius chuckled at the memory.

"You said she was one of the most powerful beings in the order. Do you think she could help us in our fight?"

"No, I don't think that that would be best," Sirius insured the boy.

"Why?"

"Because your father's death confirmed everything me and Moony ever suspected... She like- no loved James, and his death changed her. She knew I would never rat out James. When she figured out who did, she helped me escape Azkaban. That power that she holds can be very dangerous, and she would do anything to avenge your father. And when I say anything, I literally mean anything. She's dangerous and unstable, Harry. And you shouldn't go looking for her."

The two wrapped up their conversation by Sirius telling Harry to keep the picture. Even though he told him not to, Sirius knew the Potter boy was going to search for the witch. He just hoped that he would wait until Christmas, so he can protect him.

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July 12, 1975

A stag ran through the forest as fast as he could. Behind him was a black Scottish Deerhound, also running. They watched their surroundings for any sign of black and white fur. They didn't see anything, so they decided to slow down. They didn't stop, knowing she was around somewhere.

Out of nowhere, a loud growl came from beside them. A large black wolf with a white stomach jumped from behind a bush and tackled the black dog. The dog changed its form to an attractive man with grey eyes. He had shoulder-length black hair, and he wore a now dirtied white long sleeve dress shirt under a black vest.

He laughed while sitting up against a tree. The wolf watched him as he tried to catch his breath. "You got me, Y/L/N. I underestimated you," He said in a chopped breath.

Y/N jerked her head behind her to gesture for him to get on. Sirius stood up from his sitting position against the tree and climbed on the wolf's back. Without warning, the girl took off at lightning speed. Sirius tried his best to hold on, along with yelling out "Woo Hoo" and "Yeah!". (Much like Harry in Prisoner of Azkaban, when he rode on Buckbeak.)

When they caught sight of the stag, they picked up speed. Sirius knew what was going to happen, so he jumped off the wolf's back with a slight tumble. She girl ran and tackled the Stag, much like she did Sirius. Before hitting the floor, both animals shifted into their human forms. They landed with the blue-eyed boy under the Y/E/C-eyed girl. Her arms lay on both sides of his head. They both laughed, staring into each other's eyes.

Their stare was interrupted by a cough behind them. They looked to see Sirius watching them with his hands on his hips. They nervously stood up from their position and looked away from each other. James wiped of his dress pants, while the girl wiped off her skirt and leggings.

They all started to walk back to the house. During their walk, they all made jokes about each other, causing at least one of them to laugh.

"You're getting faster, Y/N. I never thought I'd be outrun by a-" Sirius started.

"A girl?" Y/N said, finishing his sentence with a cocked eyebrow. Sirius chuckled nervously while scratching his head. James laughed at his friends.

"You were great, Y/N," James complimented the girl. The Y/H/C-haired girl blushed at the comment. Sirius watched the whole conversation between the two. He knew Y/N liked the boy, but she refused to accept it.

They arrived at the Potter residence, where the three were staying for the summer. Outside the front door stood a red-headed girl.

"What's she doing here," Y/N spoke with an attitude.

"Shit! I forgot Lily and I were supposed to hang out today," James spoke. He ran off towards the girl after saying goodbye, and the two watched as they looped arms and walked towards the lake.

Sirius turned to Y/N and saw the angry exterior of her face. "Are you okay?" Sirius asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

"No, and I know what you're gonna say. And, no I don't like him. I just can't believe he blew us off that easily," She said as she walked into the house.

"Well, I guess I was wrong then," Sirius said sarcastically. He rummaged through his friend's fridge for a soda. "I think you're upset for a much bigger reason, but I won't say it," He said with his hands up in surrender.

The girl still didn't care. "Aguamenti," she mumbled and pointed her wand at the man. His black hair was now wet, and covering his entire face.

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Christmas 1995

“Where are we, Sirius?” Harry Potter asked. The two were currently walking through Godric’s Hollow. Compared to most of Godric’s Hollow this area was scary looking. Streetlights flickered, animals hiding out in trash cans, and not to mention the people hanging around the area. Sirius walked through the town like he had lived there his whole life, but Harry was scared.

“Don’t worry, Harry. The person we’re looking for would never let anything happen to us,” Sirius said with a straight face. They continued to walk. “She’s around here. She was always great at hiding. I can feel her watching. We need to go somewhere quiet. Follow me,” Sirius continued.

Harry was slightly confused by his godfather’s words. Who was she? He kept thinking in his head. “Sirius? You said she would protect “us”. Why would she protect us if she doesn’t know me? Wouldn’t she just protect you?” Harry asked, walking right next to the man.

“Don’t be silly, Harry! Of course, she knows you! Everyone knows you! And besides, she might just listen to you,” Sirius said.

“Would you just tell m-“ Harry was cut off by Sirius putting a finger up to his lips, telling Harry to be quiet. They had stopped in the middle of the woods behind the dark neighborhood they had just walked through. An animalistic growl could be heard from behind them, but when they turned around nothing was there. Then to their left, a bush rustled in the wind. They both jumped towards the sound.

“Y/N, I’m not here to fight. Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Sirius sang out. Another growl rang out, but this one was higher-pitched, like a cub.

“What do you want Sirius? You know it’s dangerous for the chosen one to be wandering around this part of Godric’s Hollow at night,” a mysterious female voice rang out.

“We need your help. The Order has reason to believe that HE is back, and the ministry refuses to do anything about it. There’s a war coming, and this would be the perfect time to avenge James,” Sirius spoke out.

A long pause came from the woman before she spoke again, “You look a lot like him. You have your mother’s eyes, but you look a lot like your father when he was your age. You're mischievous like him too.”

A beautiful woman stepped out from behind a tree. She wore a black floral laced gothic corset dress along with a pair of matching strappy heels. Her face was blank, but her sassy posture said it all. Behind her, a fluffy albino wolf cub came and sat to the right of her.

She picked up the wolf cub and said, "This is Alfie. He's a normal wolf cub. Like you, Harry, Alfie is an orphan. I watched muggle hunters kill both of Alfie's parents. I felt bad for him and decided to take him in. When we saw those hunters again, I had remembered a certain spell called Avifors. Have you heard of it, Harry?"

"You mean the transfiguration spell that turns the target into a bird. Yeah, we learned it in the transfiguration," Harry said, feeling braver now that he can see the girl.

"Well, that's what I did. I turned them into birds, so when they're being hunted, they would know exactly how Alfie's parents felt. What those hunters got was nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to that rat, and any others who fought alongside that foul man."

Her face stayed blank, but her tone became angry. Harry noticed the woman's eyes fill with darkness and a hint of sadness.

"Then fight with us. You know a war is coming, and a lot more people than my parents are going to die if we don't stop him. I know you liked my-" Harry was cut off by Y/N.

"I didn't like your father Harry! I loved him! And seeing his death was too much for me. Do you know why I, as your godparent, couldn't take you in? It's because it hurt. It hurt every time I looked at you and saw James. It hurt every time I looked in your eyes and saw the woman he chose over me. I would have loved to take you in, but the memories were too strong," The woman growled as tears rolled down her eyes.

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October 31, 1981

To everyone in Godric's Hollow, it was a peaceful night. The daytime animals have gone to sleep. And the nighttime animals were doing their thing. Little did they know, a war was going to start during this peaceful night, and only one person was fighting the clock to keep the night peaceful.

Y/N ran through the night in her Black and White wolf form. She didn't stop until she made it to her destination. When she had made it to the Potter residence, she looked around to see if anyone was watching before shifting herself back into the human girl she was.

She ran to the door quickly and opened the door without warning. James ran down the stairs, ready to fight whoever broke into their house. When he noticed one of his best friends watching him with a panicked expression, he instantly knew something was up.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" James asked. He walked over to the girl. When he tried to hold her, thinking that something happened to her, she ducked down and away from his arms.

"We need to go, James. I need you to grab Lily and Harry and leave," Y/N said, walking up the stairs. James followed her up the stairs. When they got to Harry's door, he grabbed her arm to keep her from moving any further. She turned to the man and said, "He's coming. I don't know who yet, but they told him where you are. And now he's on his way."

James's face turned to panic. And he ran into Harry's room to warn Lily. A blast was heard downstairs. So the two Marauders went to check what the sound was. A very pale bald man with distorted features searched the house with his wand at the ready position. He turned around and saw the two standing on the stairs. They slowly progressed down the stairs, and in front of the cloaked man.

"Avada Kedavra" "Pretego" The dark lord and Y/N yelled out at the same time. A shield blocked the spell, but he was quick to use his spell again. This time, on a different person. Y/N closed her eyes, thinking the spell was going to hit her. When she opened them, she turned to see who the man hit, and before she knew it, her world was over. The man she loved lay dead on his own living room floor.

She ran over and sobbed over Jame's dead body. The next thing she knew, the man pointed his wand at the grieving girl and said one simple word, "Crucio." The pain was unbearable for the girl, causing her to pass out next to James.

A couple hours later, the woman woke to still be next to an unconscious James Potter. Her eyes started to water, but she had to see if Lily and Harry survived. She walked up the stairs and fully opened Harry's cracked door. She walked in to see Lily's body lying in the same position as her husband's. But to her surprise, a baby's coo could be heard from the crib above the red-haired woman.

Y/N walked over to see baby Harry laying in his crib. He had tear stains on his cheeks. And by the way he looked, it looked as if he passed out from crying. She picked him up and cradled him in her arms. He looked at the woman and smiled. She smiled back at him and talked to him in a baby voice. She had always wanted a kid, but knowing whose kid it was was too hard for her. So she took the baby to the only known person who could keep him safe.

Dumbledore...

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Present Day

"You grew up well, Harry. I guess I couldn't protect James, but there is still time to protect you. I will join you in your fight, Harry Potter," Y/N said, remembering the loss of her best friend.

Sirius watched the girl's every interaction with the boy. When she agreed to fight, he gave her a look and a small nod. He was proud to see her in her true form and to know that they now had a winning chance against the Dark Lord.

#James Potter #Harry Potter #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson imagine #daniel radcliffe #harry potter imagine #james potter imagine #harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black #the marauders #the dark lord #voldemort #character death #witches #wizarding world #remus lupin

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Wed 2 June ‘21

Louis sent a message to a fan looking for a hello after a major surgery-- “Get well soon mate. Sending you loads of love x”- and added that he hopes ALL of us are doing alright; I never doubted it Louis! Niall got a little more specific with his really lovely message today- “HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. It’s your life, LOVE who you want to LOVE,” he tweeted! THANKS GUYS.

Liam though, Liam was all over today! He checked in on his way to play golf, on his way back from playing golf (with videographer Conor!), posted comments on discord, joined a new chat platform (Telegram; 5 minutes into Telegram and chill Liam was like OKAY it looks like we may need some moderators for this app lol YOU THINK?), he did a whole 25 min live, AND checked in even later to say he’d just had a shower and was about to play a new video game! New news of the day-- he is going to host a Veeps show showcasing new artists in July!! NEAT! His post about how his team forgot to turn off notifications on the phone they set it all up on for him on is really funny, YIKES; “this used to be an iphone now it’s just a bell” he joked, with video of the phone frantically chiming nonstop (“the power of you guys still blows my mind to this day”.) Also he said that he was very busy getting ready for June 15. Why, you ask, what is on June 15? UH? IDK?? He has so many things coming up? But that’s the NFT I think, which I KNOW a lot of people are mostly not that excited about but I will say that while I don’t care about the technology, I am excited to see Liam’s artwork he’s working on for it (which hopefully the purchaser will share with us), and Liam is truly so excited about the platform, he’s really trying to talk us into it. More on that in a sec...

But let’s get to the other parts of Liam’s live first. He has that new song coming, about which he said “it’s one that I’ve written the most on so far actually, as a single, I’m excited to say my own stuff for once a little”, love that. He’s still coughing but says he’s tested repeatedly and it isn’t COVID, and that he’s gone vegetarian recently, and he says the chat channels were inspired by seeing people using the veeps chat rooms even after the show ended, not wanting to leave. And he talks about 1D- about the notifs mishap he said “back in the band we used to wait for people we didn’t like to leave their notifications on and then we would like- oh make sure you follow this person on twitter! And then their phone would break for days- if someone did something that annoyed you.” HAHAHA where’s my masterpost of people who annoyed them 1D told us to follow, PLEASE? And also “it’s hard sometimes you’re watching people stories from afar that you used to know so well and that can be difficult… we’ve all felt this at different times me and the boys… it’s almost like missing a very dear friend a lot of the time but everyone’s so busy… I’d love to get us all in a room somewhere sometime” aww. But also he said he talked to Harry recently, “really a lovely call, he has a sixth sense for if I'm struggling or if one of us is in trouble, I spoke to him and it was a really lovely catch up. I have a lot of love for the man, he's really, really great"; well I wish Liam wasn’t stuggling but that’s lovely. And Louis too! "I spoke to Louis, I wanna say yesterday. We speak a lot, there's just a lot of laughing about random crap," he said, plus some Louis memories- “I can just hear his laugh in the back of my mind. We once broke into one of the stadiums in America and got chased by a woman… on one of those cop type things, a mall cop thing, and that was quite crazy. He also left me on my own while I was being arrested nearly by a French policemen that I had to push over… which that still scares me to this day. [laughing] That’s what friends are for! I helped him over the fence to get in somewhere, he left me with the policeman, who didn’t have a clue who I was and tried to arrest me even though I was just trying to go into my hotel.” UMM sorry I can’t hear anything past LIAM PUSHED OVER A COP?? Go ahead, make a list of ‘1D members most likely to fight a cop’ and if Liam isn’t DEAD LAST you’re just wrong and yet HERE WE ARE!! WHAT A DAY.

But alas rather than fighting cops now Liam is partnering with an entrepreneur (which I have had to type so many times in the last two days thanks to Liam that I guess I know how to spell it now they just keep SAYING it SO MUCH). Steve Bartlett said “the secret” is out, he recorded a podcast with Liam yesterday-- I’d call secret a bit strong, we had actually got that mate, but okay; he called Liam an entrepreneur and said “yesterday I recorded one of the most powerful, honest, REAL conversations on my podcast to date” and “if you love Liam you’ll love this.” I can absolutely guarantee you that is not true, I love Liam and already hate everything about this collab, but his wording does make me think we’ll get a bit of Liam’s trademark emotional spillage which I suppose I might appreciate despite this self help CEO guy being there too. Liam does have one thing to say that could sway me in this guy’s favor though- “he has the cutest dog ever” apparently! Anyway I may as well get used to him he’s suddenly everywhere-- Liam also patched him into his live to try yet again to convince us that NFTs are good by awkwardly relating it to “fans of boybands” by saying you know this could eliminate like fake tickets and such… Sure Steve sure but anyway he also says of Liam, “the guy you see on camera is the exact same guy off camera”.

Harry and Olivia were seen together in London (well, a grainy ass video of their backs was seen anyway), walking, with some people who look to be her parents and Harry’s PA (so romantic! Not at all work related!) I was initially skeptical of the claim that it was her parents since this fandom is obsessed with saying everyone is so and so’s parents (we’ll NEVER top the time the fandom was sure Harry was seen having lunch with Eleanor’s father though) but it actually seems like maybe it was. More for Harry to add to his collection, that man truly loves an extended family! I mean the whole thing is sketchy as hell, from the assurance that that’s DEFINITELY actually Olivia in the grainy video, FOR SURE, to the confirmation that that’s her mom with them which came when a blank insta page produced a random old picture of her mom in the same skirt, but like is it them, sure I imagine so, and people making sure we get the story anytime they’re together isn’t exactly new. In other news, Dave Meyers, director of the Adore You music video, says he originally pitched the Eroda story idea (“I have this idea, of you love- liking a fish”) to Katy Perry and the Black Eyed Peas, ASJKJASKL CAN YOU IMAGINE?

#Liam payne #holivia #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #2 jun 21 #the day we learned Liam fought a cop #HAPPY PRIDE INDEED #conor butler #liam has ALWAYS just spoken to louis yesterday but I totally belive him look at them doing all the same stuff #new artist showcase! this is totally them talking about this stuff #and he's totally the one that got Louis on the NFT thing #that's cute you guys now write some songs together again why don't you #I guess Harry could be tie for least likely to fight a cop #but like he wouldn't be out there talking about how great cops are which Liam definitely would #Liam is of course Most likely to be wasted enough for something like that to happen anyway #which I assume is what was the case

[xoxo-teddybear]

S/O with a Werewolf Quirk

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, 18+, cursing, Bakugou being a simp

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: my references mainly come from Teen Wolf, and if you haven’t watched that show, I highly recommend it ;)

*Everyone is aged up to 18*

Man, when Bakugou first laid eyes on you, he only thought of one thing

“Yea, I’ll beat wolfy’s ass any day” cocky bastard

He took notice of how you could control whether or not you wanted your ears and tail to show up. In his mind, he thought it was way cuter

Not that he would ever tell anyone

But what really grabbed his attention was your control and power when it came to your quirk

At first he thought “so what, she’s a wolf. Those wild dogs could easily be beaten.”

BABY BOY BABY BOOYYYYUHHH!! Miss Y/N ain’t just a wolf NO BABYYY, she’s a WEREWOLF

So when he saw you’re superhuman speed, strength, sight, smell, and hearing you can say he was thoroughly impressed

What sealed the deal was when he watched you spar with Kirishima

That’s when he saw you do a front flip into your giant wolf form. Your white coat, sharp claws, and razor fangs threw the blonde off guard

Then your E/C eyes changed to red (symbolizing your alpha status)

Yup. Katsuki was awestruck. And when you easily took down his best friend in your sparring match, even he was sure that he felt something towards you

And now here you both are, almost in the 2nd year of your relationship

Katsuki absolutely loved and adored everything about you

He’s definitely a simp for you

Forgot your notes? Have his. Need some food? Your favorite meal is on the table. Lost your eye-liner? Katsuki is giving you his entire supply

(C’mon, we all know that boy uses it for his hero mask)

One time you started tearing though because you poked your eye with your eye liner and Katsuki threatened it

.....Yes. The boy threatened the eye-liner

Don’t make fun of him, he just loves his pup too much

Speaking of pup, it’s one of his many nicknames for you

Of course there’s the basic “babe, baby, princess, and my love” and also the very Bakugou names like “dumbass, nerd, shitty woman, and loser”

But there’s also the ones involving your quirk! Like pup, wolfy, Alpha girl, and she-wolf

Training was always fun with Alpha girl

Bakugou thought fighting a creature of the night would be exciting

Y’all never held back against one another, so you were the perfect matchup for Katsuki. Your human form alone could definitely take him on but oh boy, when you went into wolf form

You were IN👏 THE👏 ZONE👏

You definitely stay giving Katsuki some of his hardest matches but he loves it all at the same time

You were definitely an outdoors typa girl, which was great for Bakugou!

Picnics on top of the mountains? Definitely. Hiking in the forest? Duh! Rock climbing? Girl he gonna marry you

But it wasn’t just the dates

He loved how affectionate and loyal you were and How you would always have his back no matter what

You really made him feel secure in your relationship

Cuddles are the best

His favorite types of cuddles are when you decide to bring out your soft and fluffy ears and tail

He loves to hold onto your ears and tail and just pet you, it works as stress relief for both you and him

That’s not the only stress relief he experiences while dating you though👀

Heat season baby!!!

While it only happens once every 6 months, and for 5 days at max, Katsuki enjoys it every time. He enjoys helping his pup with this certain problem

It’s definitely the most exhausting and euphoric week Katsuki gets every once in awhile, but he loves every second of it

Nasty teenage boy hormones

You can bet everywhere y’all went, y’all christened the place. From yours and his beds, y’all tables and desks, not to mention the floor to even the school building in places like empty classrooms, small closets, and even the locker rooms

Y’all some Nasty freaks

Moving on

Katsuki overall just enjoys your fierce passion for everything you do. It inspires him in a way

Your devotion, determination, intelligence, loyalty, and charming personality had Katsuki wrapped around your finger and he knew this

And he didn’t mind it at all :)

A/N: My first headcanon! What do you think? Still getting used to the writings and I’ve been given some awesome tips. I will definitely be exploring other forms of writing pieces like Drabbles, short stories, headcanons etc. Hopefully I get better in the future. Once again, NOT spell checked, my apologies for any mistakes. Thx bear Cubs! Hope you enjoyed <3

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Darn Pigtails

Hello! I genuinely have no excuse for this monstrosity of a piece that I agonized over for the past few days instead of focusing on my uni work. I’ve spent the last month obsessing over Fate and Rivusa (the latter has been a life long obsession and Fate has only added fuel to the fire, with just one scene...). Yes, I am a part of that clown circus and honestly, I’m proud. I’ve always been a writer, but never posted anything but I figure here goes nothing. I was very inspired by some very talented writers in this tiny little club that’s been created on here for this ship (you all know them by now...). I couldn’t resist adding my own (not so) little addition to the collection. I don’t currently have an account on ao3 or anything, so this is just what’s happening. Be warned, it’s long and maybe excessive (8k words, oops). Other than that, enjoy and feel free to let me know your thoughts!

It started with pigtails.

He'd seen Dowling parading her around the square as students fought tooth and nail to kill the fake dummies that seemed to embody their realistic counterparts more than they should have. She's had a raincoat on at the time, not that he would have cared what she was wearing because… how could he notice anything but the pigtails? Fucking pigtails! Long enough to reach her waist, dark enough to have him thinking that the darkest of night skies must have been modeled after that same color, and pin-straight from root to tip. She walked by, lavender sweater and loose jeans, and that's the first thing he noticed. Her pigtails. He felt his tongue move, the tip pressed against the top of his mouth, ready to make a crude comment about how he'd love to tug on those pigtails in more than one scenario because honestly, was he not supposed to with the way that they swung about perfectly matching the sway of her hips? His eyes lit up as he just about let the words tumble out, and then she let her eyes lift to meet his as she made her way through the specialists' training grounds. Brown eyes lingered over his green ones for longer than any normal interaction accounts for, before dropping downward to the rest of his form. His mouth quirked into a smirk.

 "Oh," he thought. "So this is how we're going to play this game."

 Never let it be said that Riven ever backed down from a game or a challenge. And it just so happened that this particular game, the cat and mouse chase, was one of his favorites. So he figured, if she could stare at him like that, it would only be rude not to return the favor. He turned around, let his eyes fully graze over her whole figure the way he'd been too distracted to do before, and that's when he noted the stick she held. Whatever dumb comment he'd been so eager to make about her pigtails was quickly replaced by, "You like holding that big stick?"

 He'd hoped for a reaction. And boy did he get one, a swift and lithe little trick she'd been hiding, seemingly waiting for the chance to pull it out. And even though he'd been training his whole life to defend himself, he just about let her jab his left eye out because he was so very much intrigued by the way her hair swayed to meet her movements and her brown eyes that bore into him with rage. Yeah, this was going to be all kinds of fun.

 "I think I just threw up," she said, her face twisting into clear disdain. But her eyes sparkled and he thought maybe her hair is not the only thing the night sky was modeled after. He'd seen her before, somewhere in the background perhaps. Class? No. If she were a specialist and in his classes, there was no way in hell he wouldn't remember her. The cafeteria? Probably, there was only one place to get food in this godforsaken place and he doubted she hadn't made her way down there at least once. The Alfea hallways? Again, not unlikely. And that's when it clicked into place. She was one of the too many to remember (in his opinion) roommates of Sky's new obsession- Bloom. The four, sometimes five, of them were always together, huddled up beside one another in the cafeteria benches or on the way to classes. Honestly, now that he thought about it, was there ever a time when he'd seen those girls- besides Stella- alone? He definitely had never seen her alone. "Well, better take advantage of the chance," he thought. So, he dug into her, asked about her little run around the training grounds with the headmistress. He wanted to see how far he could push her rage, how willing she was to give him a good show. Between comments about dancing and fairies versus specialists, her eyes flashed purple and he soon realized that he'd bit off more than he could chew. As if her natural brown irises weren't alluring enough, the way they looked when he powers took over held a whole other sense of siren's lure within them. It took him a second to realize what was happening, that she was reading him. And he would have let her continue too, if it meant that he could hold her attention just a little while longer and feel whatever kind of electricity was rippling between the two of them for a few more minutes. Too bad she chose that moment to let him know exactly what she was doing, and exactly how he felt.

 "You really hate being here, don't you?"

 In this school, yes. Here, right now, with her eyes all over him and his hands twitching to edge upwards and brush his hands against those darn pigtails? No. No, he would have loved to stay right here just a little longer. But he was more scared of whatever hell she'd dig up from within him, so instead he told her to stay the fuck out of his head. He caught a glimpse of her prideful smirk, taunting him about this lost battle and her evident win, right before he whirled around and walked his way back to wherever his legs would lead him.

 Passing by the guy he'd seen constantly following her around like a lost puppy dog, the one he assumed was her boyfriend, he murmured under his breath something along the lines of "Good luck with that one."

 And then he was gone. But not before he remembered that he hadn't caught her name. No matter. As previously mentioned, never let it be said that Riven ever backed down from a challenge. She'd won this battle, but he was going to win the war.

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The next time he found himself in her company only, the world had flipped on its axis.

Dowling and Silva were gone and Harvey had turned into a muted professor, almost never seen anywhere except in the greenhouse when he had classes to run. The new headmistress, Rosalind, ruled with a grip tougher than steel. Andreas was  the male version of her, so not any better. Fairies were being forced into combat positions, whether they liked it or not, and upperclassmen specialists were forced into being their mentors, whether they liked it or not. Classes were stricter. You miss one lesson, you make up two class times in personal training with either Andreas or Rosalind herself. At first, everyone'd thought that was a stupid rule. Who doesn’t want a one-on-one with the professors? It took just one dumb third-year specialist missing his first lesson on the first day of the second term for everyone to realize that these training sessions were practically abuse covered with a prettier name.

But the thing that had changed the most, the thing that he couldn't even begin to name, was whatever the hell was happening to his mind. He no longer knew where his day started and where it ended. He knew he must have gotten up every morning and  gone to classes and eaten to sustain his body for the brutal training session that followed and delt with whatever else needed dealing with. And yet, he remembered none of it. None of it except the moments spent chasing Sky around (which inevitably meant chasing the Winx suite around), the moments spent training his new fairy mentee- Musa, and the nightly runs to Dowling's- no, Rosalind's- office where he involuntarily spilled every little detail about his day. His mind had become an utter blur, his thoughts were no longer his own. He knew somewhere in his mind that he needed to stop, had tried endlessly to stop, but the more he held back from Rosalind's spell, the faster his words seem to come out. So, he'd stopped trying to fight it.

It was to his horror when he had been assigned Musa for training. He wasn't sure what he had expected. Of course they were going to pair him with a Winx suitemate, he just had expected it to be Bloom. Bloom was who they wanted details on after all. Even Stella would have made more sense, what with her mother being so very controlling. But no. Bloom went to Sky, Stella to some third year specialist, and he got Musa. If guilt wasn't already shredding him to pieces, it would be now.

He tried to console himself with the fact that he was better prepared to handle her this time. He'd spent enough time with Sky and the girls to have picked up the little details about her. She constantly listened to music to block out the world, she liked wearing shorts and miniskirts (a fact he quite enjoyed), she had an unhealthy obsession with bomber jackets (a fact he could do without when she was also wearing lacy silks under those same jackets), she liked pancakes for breakfast (but only when they were drenched with maple syrup), and the list goes on. His personal favorite fact, however, was that her hair was always immaculate and never the same two days in a row.

The point was, he could do this. All he had to do was train her. No talking necessary. She sure as hell was not about to strike up conversation with him if he didn't bother her. So, he'd keep his mouth shut and just teach her what he needed to teach her. Then he'd leave. That way, when his legs would inevitably carry him to Rosalind at midnight on the dot, he'd have nothing to give her but a good rundown of what moves they had practiced.

How wrong he had been.

He had clearly overestimated his ability to not falter in front of her, because the second she walked into the mat, he knew he'd have to say something.

This time, her hair was in tightly wound braids. Two of them, wrapping vertically down her scalp like fine rope. This time, he wants to undo her hair, to tug the black elastic ties out of place and run his fingers through each threaded piece until the strands lay about her shoulders in waves. He'd like to know what she looks like with her hair down, like fully down.

As if the hair wasn’t enough, she was also dressed in the tight female version of the specialist gear. It's all green woven material that crosses her chest, black mesh that lines her sides, and tight leggings that bring an ungodly amount of attention to her ass.

So, he slips up. "If I knew this is what you'd look like in a uniform-" he starts, but never finishes.

"Don't you dare finish that thought," she warns, voice dripping with a no-nonsense attitude.

"What's gotten into you?"

"It has not been my day. Hell, it has not been my week."

"It hasn't been anyone's week," he feels the need to remind her. And when she looks at him with those eyes, he wonders if she can read right through him without having to use her magic.

"Yeah, well. Let's just say I'm having a particularly more-so-than-average-shit day. So I'd appreciate it if you kept the comments to yourself." She's frustrated, he can see it. She's giving him the perfect out of a bad situation. She's begging him not to talk to her and that's exactly what he needs but goddamn it, he can't back away from a challenge even when his mind is in literal hell.

"What, can't handle me?" She scoffs at that.

"I can handle you just fine. I've been handling other's comments and thoughts since my powers started showing up. That's not the problem.

"What is the problem then?" He's digging, searching for something. For what, he's not sure. She's just finished lacing up her boots. She looks at him then, stares him down.

"The problem is I don’t want to handle you right now, Riven." And with that, she shoves past him to the center of the mat. But he's not done yet.

"You sure about that? I've never met a girl who doesn’t want to handle me before…" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she chuckles a little at his antics.

"Yeah, no. But even if I did want to, you'd really have to do better than that.

"What, the line wasn't up to your standards?"

"Was it up to yours?"

"Not my best, I'll admit. But I make do. And you can't tell me Harvey Jr. has done any better." Rage flushes through her features at that particular comment. He watches as her cheeks flush bright red and as the flush slowly spreads to her neck and below the rounded collar of her uniform, slowly cursing whoever created the damn thing for not making it a V-neck. 

"Ooh, a reaction! Go on, then. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"None of your fucking business."

"It never is, and yet I'd love to know."

"Seriously, Riven. Let's just not talk." She wound up, ready to burst. Her hands are balled into fists by her side and her back is arched towards him in anger. She's a spring ready to jump, and he wants to see how high she can reach.

He goes for the typical line, "Trouble in paradise, then?"

Turns out she can jump pretty damn high, something he expected. What he didn't expect was for her to jump him. She pushes him with so much force that he barely catches himself before he falls. Tears stream down her face as she punches at his chest (hopelessly, he notes… he's got a lot to teach her). He lets her continue the onslaught on his chest, is impressed by her force and strength and persistence even if the form is all wrong. When she finally stops, the tears do too. All that's left are her hiccups and his eyes following her every movement. He watches her dry her eyes vigorously, hears her curse him and the school and herself… and Sam? He's not sure what's happening right now, not sure why his arms suddenly want to wind around her frame and pull her in, or why his heart clenches at the sight of her tears. He chooses to ignore it all.

They continue the rest of the training session in silence, with him only speaking to direct her movements and point out a thing or two about her form. Later that night, after running through his nightly routine with Rosalind, he finds out from Sky that Bloom was especially distressed today because Musa was especially distressed today because Musa and Sam had decided to call it quits. Riven feels light-headed at that news,  and he's still not exactly sure why his body is so adamant about reacting to news involving her.

He rolls into bed, thinking bitterly to himself that he won today. He won this battle. So why does it feel like he lost it?

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They continue their training sessions in silence for a while, until eventually a banter sparks between the two of them. He's not quite sure how it happens, just as he's not quite sure how anything happens anymore. He assumes he probably made some joke about how good her legs looked in those damn tights or about how she desperately needed help with her fighting stance. Maybe he just wore her down with his constant questions. He doesn't really care, to be honest. He knows he should care, in the same way that he knows he should actually avoid talking to her instead of showing up every day eager to see her. He just can’t bring himself to do it, not when she shows up in that uniform every day or when she looks at him with so much pride when she finally nails a move they've been working on for so long, and definitely not when she starts to initiate the playful conversations with the same smirk that he would maybe like to kiss off her face. There's so many things he should do at the end of the day, but he does none of them. He just lets whatever happens happen, and it kind of works out for a bit. They tease each other, teeter-tottering somewhere between playful and full on flirting. They fight in close combat corners, sometimes ending up on top of each other. Those days are a personal favorite of Riven's, especially when she's on top of him and he can feel her thighs straining against his waist as she pins his arms above his head. (He may have taught her that one move just for this moment. He felt it was a shame to not put those dance-trained legs of hers to use.)

The perfectly odd tightrope they walk snaps on a Wednesday afternoon, after they've finished training and are walking toward the benches that hold their water bottles. He takes a swing of his water, and then looks up from his seat to see her standing up and chugging her own bottle. A loose droplet slips past her lips and down her uniform's tank top. He follows it with his eyes, not even bothering to hide the very obvious motion even as she finishes her drink, looks at him with a raised eyebrow, and then chuckles at him while rolling her eyes.

"You could be a little less obvious, you know." She calls him out casually. He smirks at the comment before dragging his eyes back up to her brown orbs.

" Subtle isn't really my forte. Besides what fun would it be if you didn't know I was staring at you?"

She rolls her eyes, but her smile gives her away. "You're gonna give some poor girl a heart attack one day if you look at her like that." It's a teasing remark, but he feels his adrenaline hike up at her comment. The game is back on.

"Some poor girl, huh?" He leans into her on the bench, invades her personal space. She blushes, looks directly ahead, and he thinks he's winning another one of the many secret battles they seem to find themselves fighting. Then, she turns to him and looks him dead in the eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" He didn't expect that. Again, he knows he should just leave or say no. Anything to avoid a conversation that could lead to more than just a flirting banter, anything to avoid something that Rosalind may actually be interested in. But she's looking up at him with wide eyes and he's convinced he's become weak and that she's won this battle because he can't bring himself to say no.

"Uh… sure?"

She looks around nervously, as if deciding whether to ask what's on her mind or not. Finally, she leans close to him and asks in a slow and quiet voice, "Where do you sneak off to every night at midnight?" He pulls back from her faster than he thought he would ever be able to pull away from her, blinking down at her now shocked face.

"How-"

"How do I know? You have a roommate, Riven. He hears you leave every night and says nothing about it, but he's been worried about you. He says you've been acting different… For what it's worth, I think he's right. Especially when we're not in training sessions, you're completely out of it. I know this has been a rough mon-"

This is it. She's dug deep enough that she has hit rock bottom, she's found the dead-end at the bottom of his soul. He has to let this banter go now. He can't have her asking questions he'll then have to report back to Rosalind.

"You know nothing." He words are curt and sharp. She flinches at their edge, but doesn’t back down. It's one of his favorite things about her, her persistence.

"You can talk to me if something is wrong, you know? Or to Sky or the girls… you can talk to any of us…" He watches as her eyebrows furrow, traces the line they form down her nose to her lips and then back to her eyes. And that's when he notices that her eyes have changed color to purple. He grabbed her hand quickly and firmly, enough to break her concentration but not enough to hurt her (God, even in his rage, it would never be enough to hurt her).

"I've told you not to do that. Not to use your damn mind powers on me." His voice is strained, laced with anger and something resembling fear. 

"I'm trying-"

"I don't care what you're trying. You shouldn’t be in there. You shouldn't be in my brain. There's nothing in there worth your time or energy and there never will be."

And with that he spins on his heel and marches into the forest behind the training grounds. He doesn’t turn around, but if he did, he would have seen Sky moving out of the shadows and heading toward Musa.

"Did you do it?"

It takes her a second to interpret his question. She still staring into the distance as Riven's figure fades out of view, her eyes finally returning to their normal brown color. She continues to stare at the dot in the distance, unwilling to look away as if she's daring him to turn around and spare her one last glance. He doesn't.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did." She finally turns to Sky. "He's completely blocked from my powers. Dowling was right, he's under some sort of mind control."

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It’s 2AM by the time Riven finally makes his way to the room he shares with Sky. He's once again not really sure where his day went or what he did after he flipped on Musa and marched his way into the woods after their little spat. He remembers anger, a lot of anger. He's angry at her for trying to dig into his brain when they had already established that he hated it. He was angry at Dowling for dying (at least, he assumes she's dead because where else would she be?) and leaving the school to the psychopath that is Rosalind. He's angry at Rosalind for manipulating him, controlling his mind. He's angry at Beatrix for getting him into this stupid mess. But mostly, he's angry with himself for letting it all happened, for somehow always making the wrong move at the wrong time, for managing to screw up his own life in such a grand manner that it constitutes an award (truly, he's outdone himself this time). He's mad at himself for not being able to control his own mind, for letting Rosalind take up residence in his brain and being able to do nothing about it. He's even angry at himself for not just standing there and letting Musa read his emotions, because maybe if she did then she'd know the hell he was in. His brain was constantly pulling in all different directions, trying desperately to get away from the constraints of Rosalind's spell. Headaches are nonending and thoughts leave as soon as they come. It's like there's two people waging war within him, but one of them brought swords to a gunfight and is losing horribly. But it’s a war he feels he should fight on his own, and maybe that's why he didn't let her read him. As much as he hates to admit it, the mind control and guilt was breaking him but he could handle that. What he couldn't handle, however, was getting her involved in this stupid mess by mistake, which would inevitably lead to Rosalind getting ahold of her as well. God knows there's only so much room left in hell or sins, and he'd be damned if he hadn't already filled all the available spots.

He was glad for the day to finally be over, glad to be heading to bed (not sleep though, sleep did not exist when his mind was in so much pain all the fucking time). It seemed the world had other plans for him, however, because upon opening the door to his dorm, he was met with a sight that he both dreaded and wanted to burn into his memory for the rest of however long he had to live before Rosalind finally took pity on him and bent his brain to death. 

Perched on his bed, leaning forward ever so slightly, elbows meeting her knees, and head bend toward the floor was Musa. From his angle, he could only see her side profile, but apparently that's all his body needed to be automatically sent into a frenzy. The first thing he notices was, not to his surprise, the hair. She'd replaced her training braids with buns, big ones that hang precariously form her head as tendrils of her dark hair fell in loose waves and framed her face. He again found himself wondering what she would look like with all of her hair fully down. His fingers itched to burrow into those carefully constructed space buns and pull their pins out of place, just to see if she'd look half as beautiful with her hair down as she did with her hair up.

He stood like that for a while, taking her in and letting her continue to stare at the dark wooden floors with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He's not sure when, but eventually she turned toward the door, eyebrows first shooting up when she noticed him staring at her, and then falling back into place as she shot him a shy mile from across the room.

"Hey," came her greeting in a small voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His question was harsh, but he knew himself well to know that if he even let just one layer of himself down with her, he may as well just lay down all his defenses. She had a way of getting him to speak and break down and he wasn't about to let himself get her mixed up in whatever evil plan he'd been helping construct against his will.

Too bad for him, because it seemed Musa had been expecting a fight and was ready to fire back his quips with some of her own. She simply rolled her eyes and casually stated, "Well, then, straight to it, are we?"

"If you're looking for Sky or Bloom, they're probably in a dark hallway somewhere snogging each other half to death," he answered. She grimaced at the image.

"Yeah, no. I'm not here for Bloom or Sky."

"Then you're not here for anyone." She gave him a pointed look at that phrase. He wisely chose to ignore it and instead made his way to the couch in the middle of the room, throwing his jacket somewhere on it.

"What, that's all you have today? I'm standing on your bed, we're alone in your bedroom, I'm in a miniskirt… and you're not going to make a comment about showing me a good time? You're losing your touch, Riv." She was teasing him, he could tell by the light tone of her voice. Maybe she liked to see his reactions the way he so enjoyed watching her react to his own snarky comments. Maybe she saw enough into his brain earlier to have dug up some of his fantasies. Damn her, he'd been avoiding looking anywhere but her face since he walked in, and now here she was basically challenging him to do more. Damn him and his inability to back down from a game he was so clearly not apt to win at the moment. He turned around and finally got a good look at her. She was indeed in a miniskirt, under which she had tucked a lacy white top that was very clearly meant to showcase the black bra she wore underneath the pitiful excuse of a shirt. Her signature red bomber jacket hung from her shoulders and the black boots she had on were laced all the way up to her kneecaps.

This must be it, he thought. This must be his punishment for spilling his guts to Rosalind every night. Or maybe, his guilt and the pain throbbing through his veins had finally won out and he was finally cracking under all that pressure. That's fine. He wasn't even surprised this is what his brain chose to tease him with at the brink of destruction. He figured she'd be the one to shatter him, it was only a matter of time.

"Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Her voice broke him out of his trance. Ok, maybe he wasn't imagining her.

He sighed, defeated and broken and just tired. "Why are you here, Musa?"

It’s a staring match now. He watches as her eyes soften and the sarcasm leaves her features.

"I couldn’t read you earlier today. In the training grounds-" No. Anything but this conversation.

"Maybe you should consider working on those powers of yours then. Seems to me like you're the one losing your touch."

"I'm serious, Riven-"

"I am too."

"Jesus, Riven, let me just finish!" Anger sparked in her features. "You're loud, Riven." He scoffed at that. "Your emotions, I mean. They're usually loud… but they're also lively and harmonious, in a weird way that I can't seem to figure out. Lately, however, they've been quiet… as if they don't exist at all. And at first I thought it was me, I thought I was getting better at controlling my powers. But when I tried to read you today, I felt nothing…" There is was, she had figured it out, and now she looked at him as if he was a science experiment she couldn’t quite figure out.

"… Maybe my hearts just finally turned to stone." He tried for a joke. She did not find it amusing.

"I know, Riven." He's not sure what that was supposed to mean. What did she know? That he was a horrible person? That he'd snitched on her and all their friends (were they his friends?) to the queen of evil? Or worse, that his body lit up whenever she was around?

"Cryptic, but ok. I guess between that line and the fact that you somehow snuck into my room, you could make the whole 'good girl turned bad, mysterious girl' vibe work. Honored I'm the first you're trying it out on. If you'd like to take it a step further, the bed's right behind you." She may have the upper hand in this game, but he's still a stubborn ass.

"Seriously, Riven. I'm not kidding." She took a step toward him. Wrong move, angel.

"I know you're not. That shirt doesn't exactly scream 'kidding'. Tell me, did you just choose the first thing you found in your closet to put on?" He took a step forward this time, one long stride before they stood chest to chest and he hooked his finger under her chin. "Or is that shirt part of this whole 'mystery girl' scheme? Because, I won't lie, it's working." He sees her shiver at his words and doesn't bother to hide the smirk that graces his face. Finally, things were getting interesting. "Wonder if it looks half as good on my bedroom floor…" He noticed her eyes flicker downward, to is lips, but they moved back up just as quickly. He stared right back at her, watching as she struggled to make up her mind about where to slap him for that last comment. He didn't have to wait too long for a response.

"I'm sure you do." Her words came as a whisper, and the smirk that followed was just as alluring. He barely had time to process the meaning behind it all, before she crashed her body onto him and her lips found his. Her hands gripped into the sides of his t-shirt, keeping him to her with such force that he vaguely wondered why in the world she felt the need to do that when he wouldn't dream of walking away from this, from her. It's frantic and it's rushed. One of his hands find her waist, pulls her impossibly closer to him. His other hand delves into the hair at the back of her head before sliding to the side and pulling at the pins that hold her right bun in place. It takes him pulling out just one pin and the structure falls apart, her hair tumbling around them and cocooning them in place. He hears her gasp, her hands finally unlatching from his shirt as she splays them apart over his muscles, moves them up to his shoulders. 

He's moving backward, whether to ask her if this okay or make a comment about that noise she just made, he's not sure. He never gets the chance. She pulls his to her again, kisses him like she's been starved in a thirsting in wasteland for days and he's the first sign of water she's stumbled upon, bites his lip- fucking bites his lip and sucks on it and pulls it with her teeth… and he thinks that her being here could not have been his punishment. This, right here, her kissing him like this, this is his punishment. This is his pain finally taking over and shattering his soul.

Maybe Rosalind somehow found out about his little crush and is getting payback for the fact that he didn't show up for their nightly midnight story time. Maybe, he's already dead and in hell and some devil out there is playing a cruel, cruel trick on his brain. Maybe that's why his body is shaking, literally shaking, and his mind feels like its tearing apart. He feels Musa's hands on his scalp, her palms splayed out at his temples and fingers tightly wound into his hair. Again, he is surprised at the sheer force she seems to pour into her touch, anchoring him to her as though he could ever want to leave her embrace.

He's so wrapped up in his thoughts and in her touch that he barely hears the whimpers of pain coming from her or feels the tears streaming down her face as she hold him to her. When he finally feels the tears trickle between their lips, be pulls back (genuinely, pulls back because her fingers are still forcing him to her), opens his eyes to find her already looking back at him. But instead of the brown irises she wore when this rough little make out session started, her eyes are now purple. And her face is red. She looks exhausted. He feels exhausted. 

He's about to ask her what's wrong, if she's ok, if her powers are going haywire. But he's so dizzy and so tired and suddenly he's leaning on her and she's pulling him onto the bed. She looks down at him, whispers "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over in his ear and he finds himself wondering what she's sorry about and where the pain that haunted him for weeks has gone before he slowly sinks into oblivion.

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He wakes up and she's gone.

It's Sky who sits next to him the next day, Sky and Headmistress Dowling of all people. He mumbles something about being dead and hallucinating, but Sky just laughs and tells him he's happy to have him back.

It takes a good few hours to catch him up on all the shit he's missed while he was being controlled by Rosalind. Apparently, Dowling was stuck under a bunch of plants? The girls somehow managed to free her with some potion from a cousin of Terra's. Turns out they've been sneaking out every night, pretending to go to parties and instead heading outside the barrier trying to find clues on what the hell Rosalind is up to. That would explain Musa's choice of clothing the other night. 

Sky tells him it was the girls' idea to keep him out of the loop at the beginning, worried that his weird obsession with Beatrix and her even weirder obsession with him would lead to Andreas and Rosalind finding out. Sky swears they were going to tell him eventually, and Riven has to tell him that he's glad they didn't. That's when Sky tells him what he'd already guessed. It was Musa who refused to tell him even after time has passed, sensing that something was wrong in his mind. Her being in their room the other night had been no mistake, but an orchestrated move. She'd practiced with Dowling for weeks, training to unlock his brain, pull it apart so that she could mentally remove Rosalind's control from his brain by sheer willpower and might, and then put it all back together as best she could. 

He's instinctively proud of her, she did it. But, he also wishes she'd done it with less kissing and in some less distracting attire, but he probably deserves the type of torture that will surely follow as a result of last night. After they fill him in, Sky throws his gear at him and tells him to get dressed and ready.

"We leave tonight."

"What? Where are we going?"

"That's a bit complicated." It's Dowling who answers this time. "Silva and Professor Harvey will meet us in the woods beyond the barrier. We will lead you the rest of the way. We're going to collect forces. There will be a war, and Rosalind will know that something is wrong when you miss your nightly meeting with her for the second time in a row. The Winx suite is already with Silva and Ben. They're waiting for us."

They leave the dorms using Stella's ring, which she has given to Dowling as a backup to her magic, which Rosalind is be able to track within school grounds. When they arrive to the location in the woods, Riven is only slightly surprised to find Sam among the girls. He's leaning on a tree, talking to Silva and his father, both of which look like they haven't slept for days. The girls are gathered together by a fallen tree. Musa is in the middle of them, huddled into herself, as Terra and a new girl with brown skin and long honey-brown hair rub her back. Stella, Bloom, and Aisha stand back, watching Musa with worry evident in their eyes. 

It's Stella who notices them first. She wipes the worry off her face with mastered ease that only comes with practice, straightens up her back, shoots Musa a look and calls loudly, "There you are! Took you guys long enough!"

From then on, it’s a quick fill-in on what the plan is, an awkward introduction to the Harvey cousin whose name he can't remember because his mind was too stuck on the girl whose hair is back in those buns he managed to loosen yesterday, and a small little "welcome back to the good side" before they're trekking their way through the woods.

He stands behind her the whole time. Watches as she follows the professors, but stands at the tail end of the line the girls have formed. She looks tired, the bags under her eyes tell him that the girls have probably been out here all night. He wonders how much of her energy it took to tear and mend his brain, if anyone bothered to let her rest after she did it. He wishes he was braver, wishes he could walk up to her and… what, thank her? Ask her why she did it? Why kiss him and then cure him? She could have just as easily done it while he was asleep. He bides his time, observes as one by one the girls take turns standing next to her, linking their arms with hers, smiling down at her, whispering who knows what in her ear and earning a laugh form her every now and then. He likes her laugh, it's cute.

He's currently watching as Bloom pull Musa to her and makes some joke about chickens, when he feels a punch land on his right arm.

"Are you as stupid as you look?" He turns to find that Stella has somehow walked backwards and is now next to him.

"Missed you too, princess," he mutters back.

"Oh, cut the bullcrap, Riven. You've been staring at her for the last two hours and I told her I wouldn't say anything but honestly, you two are hopeless. I've never met two people so oblivious in my life."

"I don’t know what you're talking about." he starts.

"Like shit you don't. If you don't know it yet, figure it out." And just like that she's running ahead and linking her right arm with Musa's as Bloom tries for another joke, this one about pigs that fly.

He tries to ignore Stella's stupid comment. Honestly, he figures it's probably safer to stare at her and look like a total creep than try to talk to her and make sense of his feeling about who the fuck knows what anymore. But Stella's words ring through his mind and he lets himself believe that maybe, just maybe…

In the end, he convinces himself that the reason he walks up to her once Bloom goes to hold Sky's hand and Stella moves in on the new girl to make conversation is because Stella offered him a challenge, and he likes to win at those. (He's heading straight for a loss, he's fully aware of that, but whatever.) 

"Long time no see," he jokes when he reaches her side. She cranes her neck up at him, not surprised to see him.

"Thought I heard your loud-ass emotions coming closer."

"Yeah, I've been told they can be quite the riot." He shoots her a smirk and she smiles up at him.

"Who told you that?"

"Oh, you know. Just some girl."

"Some girl, huh?"

"Yeah. Then she gave me a good snogging before tearing my brain to pieces without my knowing it."

"Mmm. She seems like a handful."

"Tell me about it." Her eyes fall downward and he doesn't need to be an empath to see the gears turning in her head.

"I'm sorry," she starts, "About that. I didn't want to do it, I know you have me reading your emotions."

"Yeah, but I hated having them controlled by someone else even more…" There's a pause and he quickly moves to fill it, scared that whatever courage juice that's coursing through his veins will run out soon. "Thank you, by the way." And he means it. He hopes she can sense the sincerity coming from him because he only has so many words in his vocabulary when it comes to her and fears he's already run out of them when she turns to look at him once more.

They've fallen behind the group at this point. He figures he won't get the chance to do this again for a while, so he asks her the question that been running rampant through his mind. It's pathetic, really. They're headed to god knows where to do god knows what and instead of worrying about the fact that war is coming or even being slightly concerned that he's just had his mind abused and prodded around by an evil mastermind, his biggest worry is if this girl really wanted to kiss him or if she just did it for show.

"So, umm, just so we're clear… did you mean it?" If he felt dumb thinking it, he feels like a world-class idiot saying it out loud.

"Mean what?" She stares back at him intensely, and he thinks to himself in an amused manner that they seem to be making a habit of staring at each other for longer than average periods of time. "The part about you being loud? Cuz, yeah, I meant every word. You're a walking catastrophe." She's smirking at him. He rolls his eyes her words.

"Couldn't care less about that. In fact, I'm glad my emotions are as obnoxious as I am- means they've been driving you crazy for a while now." Her smile falters a bit at that line. "What I want to know," he continues. "Is if you kiss everyone whose mind you go digging into like that." He still has not taken his eyes off her, and he's not going to start now, when she blushes and ducks her head under the collar of her red bomber jacket.

"That was a… last minute choice."

"What for?"

"I had to get close enough to you to make contact. I've only been practicing with Dowling for a few weeks and I didn’t want to screw it up. I can't really do the whole mind thing without some sort of contact just yet…" Her words drift off.

"Hand holding didn't cut it? Had to go for a full make-out session, complete with lip biting and everything?" He watches as she shivers into her coat, arms wrapped around herself.

"You would've pushed me away."

"How did you know I wouldn't push you away while kissing me?" She mutters something under her breath. He doesn’t catch it, not between that stupid jacket that she's using to shield her face. He gently takes a step forward, catches her chin between his fingers just as he had done the night before, makes her meet his eyes. "Come again?"

She sucks in a breath, her eyes waver to something behind him when she finally lets it out, "We both know you weren't going to say no to me throwing myself at you."

"And if I did?" He doesn't know who he's kidding, but it’s still a game and he's still playing to… lose?

She's still staring behind him when she frowns and says, "Then we would have seen just how great this shirt would have looked on your bedroom floor, after all."

And goddamn it, her words send his blood boiling. He's about to kiss her senseless, but he refuses to do it if she's not staring at him when he asks one last question.

With his finger still hooked under her chin and them standing mere inches away, he whispered into the air between them, "Look at me, Musa."

Her eyes slowly move to meet his. He gives up his last question, which just so happens to be his first, "Did you mean it?" And when her small "Yes" makes its way through her lips as her steady brown eyes catch his green ones, that's all the confirmation he needs.

His finger leaves her chin and moves to her head and then he's pulling her in, closer and closer and closer until she's all he can feel and smell and see and breathe. And she responds with the same vigor she used last night, wasting no time to wrap her arms around his neck and lock him to her. It's a new kind of game, one where they battle for dominance until they both run out of breath and need to break free. It makes him stronger, it breaks him down, it makes him wonder why the hell he ever wanted to win against her when he could instead let her win and lose himself to her as he is right now. And when his hands pull the pins from both buns from her hair as he kisses down her neck, she groans in half pleasure and half annoyance.

"I'll have to fix them again now," she whines, pouting her bottom lip out, which he takes as an invitation to bite and pull on it.

"You'll manage. Let me just have this now. I've been waiting a while to see you with your hair fully down." She scoffs but lets him stare at her in awe once he finds it in him to pull back from her lips in order to get a view his handiwork.

And to think, it all started with some fucking pigtails.

#rivusa #fate the winx saga #fate the winx club #musa #musa fate #riven #riven fate

[mayflowers07]

Continuation of this post for my Out-of-Character (or maybe better said as unexpected) DnD classes for the Hermits because I’ve come up with everyone else

Like Scar, most give Cub some form of magic to do with the Vex, making him a wizard or a sorcerer. However Cub is a sneaky businessman so I propose to you: Cub as a rogue that uses tricks and gadgets to fake having magic

It would make sense to give Cleo some form of magical alignment to explain her rising from the dead, probably a necromancer gone wrong or something. But I’ve been watching her play a lot of Fallout and Cleo with a gun makes my sapphic heart happy, so I’ve decided that she will be a fighter with the subclass of gunslinger

So initially I jumped on the idea of TFC as essentially an artificer dwarf, especially with a magical mechanical prosthetic leg. However I love the wise-old-man stereotype and after years of adventuring he’s probably a seasoned fighter and disciplined warrior. So how about TFC as a monk, probably following either the Way of Mercy or the Way of Tranquility? Bonus if he acts as a mentor of sorts to Bdubs the younger monk as well

Beef as a melee class? As something muscular and powerful to make sense of the blood on his clothes? Nah, lets make Beef a bard who builds and sells his own magical infused instruments and discs and can entangle spells in the stories he tells

Mumbo is most obviously an artificer because of all the redstone stuff. But Mumbo irl is actually pretty built, very tall, and was pretty decent at archery and axe throwing, so how funny would it be if he was a brawling fighter?

Taking inspiration from other AUs, I bet Jevin’s squishy slime body would be very good at squeezing into tight spaces and sneaking into places he shouldn’t be. Of course Jevin being a neon blue slime doesn’t exactly help him with the whole rogue thing and going unnoticed but he somehow makes do

Tango is also quite good at redstone so again artificer is too obvious. But I headcanon him as a nether being, so why don’t we assume that nether beings have inherent magical abilities like dragonborn and that he uses magic to enhance his redstone, so that way he’s a sorcerer?

Similar to Tango, I think I want to give Impulse some magic. But he needed to practice to break bedrock and learn how to do it, plus I want him to be a foil to Tango’s naturally-achieved magic. Therefore I dub Impulse as a wizard

And how iconic is it if Zedaph of all people is the tough af melee member of the Team ZIT? If he’s the muscle? I love the idea that he is sworn loyalty to his friends and he wants them to achieve greatness and that’s his driving force (plus we stan Team ZIT in this house) so how about him as a paladin who’s taken the Oath of Glory?

Admittedly I don’t watch a whole lot of Hypno, so I was initially lost on him, but I have an idea. However I have been watching the past few episodes of him breeding the villagers to get better and better arrows, which is vaguely dark and horrifying when you think about it. So anyone for warlock Hypno whose staple move is charming/feebleminding/causing hallucinations (basically hypnotizing) people?

I definitely want Xisuma as something magical and powerful, but I feel like warlock or wizard is too stereotypical. We are talking about the appointed gardener of the shopping district, and he is the man who changes his skin to match an animals every season. I feel like druid is a good fit then

Keralis is definitely a tricky one, but he really loves his friends. He just seems like the type of man that would do anything to protect them, and I mean anything. How cursed is it then if Keralis is the world’s friendliest, most loving barbarian who would throw himself into any fight to protect the other Hermits?

Mr. xB 1) loves his dog quite a lot, 2) likes to build away from everyone else and prefers to be alone in nature over people, and 3) seems to take a distant, support role in most conflicts. Therefore xB is going to be a ranger. Basic? Yes. Fitting? Also yes.

Listen am I tempted to make this sneaky ninja man rogue or a samurai fighter? Obviously yes. Am I instead going to take inspiration from Critical Role and make Etho a cleric of the trickster domain because I think Etho as a cleric that hates/refuses to heal people and who worships his god by playing pranks and lying to people is hilarious? Also yes.

Finally we have Iskall, also someone who would fit most obviously a melee class due to his “hitman”/ “Iskallman” personas. But we are talking about the man who cheated death by winning demise. Therefore I propose Iskall as a Wizard from the School of Necromancy who is actually quite nice considering how sinister his powers may seem

TL;DR here’s a summary of everyone’s classes I’ve assigned in this AU

(If you don’t look at this list and go “wtf” at least once I did it wrong)

Artificer: Stress (Alchemist)

Barbarian: Grian and Keralis

Bard: Wels and Beef

Blood Hunter: False

Cleric: Scar and Etho (Trickster Domain)

Druid: Doc and Xisuma

Fighter: Cleo (gunslinger) and Mumbo

Monk: Bdubs and TFC (Way of Mercy or Way of Tranquility)

Paladin: Zedaph (Oath of Glory)

Ranger: Joe and xB

Rogue: Cub and Jevin

Sorcerer: Tango

Warlock: Ren and Hypno

Wizard: Impulse and Iskall (School of Necromancy)

#long post #dnd au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #cubfan135 #zombiecleo #tinfoilchef #vintagebeef #mumbo jumbo #ijevin #tango tek #impulsesv #zedaph #hypnotizd #xisumavoid #keralis #xbcrafted #ethoslab #iskall85

[sunder-the-gold]

Take 2 on [Arknights] enemy-force composition through the lens of [Magic: The Gathering] Colors

Link to the first post. Covers enemy forces in Episodes 1-6 and all events before "Who Is Real?"

Patriot's Guerillas (Episode 7: "Birth of Tradegy")

I hadn't faced Patriot's "Aegis of the Infected" before I wrote the last one. At the time, people told me they would be White/Red.

No, they're very thoroughly White. Sure, they seem aggressive, but in a tower defense game all enemies will seem aggressive, because they're literally the attacking side. The difference is in how they aggress.

Patriot's forces have the typical weenie units everyone initially throws at each other first, but except for the dogs and the Shieldguards, all of Patriot's guerrillas gain specific and dangerous advantages the moment that a Herald arrives to provide them with their customary organization and coordination, in addition to the Herald's global inspiration effect.

And while the Shieldguards don't gain a specific power-up, that's because they ARE the specific power-up for the whole team. They draw fire away from both the frontlines and the vulnerable and vital Heralds, doing everything they can to maintain the working order of the whole.

White is also one of the better Colors for aerial support, and Patriot commands a number of paratroopers ready to drop behind enemy lines.

Where you might begin to argue any other Color is in regards to Patriot himself, his Sarkaz Altars, and his Sarkaz Guerillas who rely more on their brute strength and Arts than on modern equipment or tactics. The Sarkaz Guerilla Fighters and Casters both know how to protect themselves from the Altars and draw strength from them, making the Altar zones especially dangerous to their enemies who wither under the pulse waves.

But to me, that all seems possible within the bounds of White. As a defensive Color, White knows how to punish others for transgressing its territory.

Ursus Imperial Army (Episode 8: "Roaring Flare")

Thoroughly Red. Their military organization and discipline seems rather loose, as none of the units support each other or take real advantage of the openings or opportunities provided by their fellows. They simply seek to crush with personal strength and sheer numbers, without much regard or any real counter for enemy tricks like FrostNova's Originium Ice Crystals or Patriot's Sarkaz Altars.

Their disorganization is also seen in how they'll opportunistically attack harmless targets (like fleeing civilians) rather than actual threats, and how they'll be herded by roadblocks.

The most coordination or cooperation (White) seems to come from the Artillery Corps. Ironically for the most destructive force, their spotter drones and artillery strikes offer the most aid to the soldiers on the ground by creating safe zones where enemies dare not approach and attack Ursus infantry.

Talulah/Kaschey fits right into the Ursus forces. Both puppet and puppeteer, both ally and enemy... there's no real cooperation or unity, there's only self-interest briefly working in the same direction.

Dusk and the Ink Spirits ("Who is Real?")

"Who Is Real?" is a Blue horror show.

As an illusionist who fights primarily by trapping people within fantasy worlds and attacking them with their worst fears and regrets, Dusk herself is thoroughly Blue.

Then there's her Ink Spirits. Normally, Blue is the least creature-focused Color, preferring to rely on spells. But when fighting Dusk, you're already caught within her spell, and the sheer number and strength of the Ink Spirits is really the least of your problems.

The Ink Spirits have a number of ways to screw with you. At first it seems like the earliest and weakest Ink Spirits are weak, since you can use Dusk's own environment against them, but this is a trap.

Once Dusk tricks you into using the ying/yang zones of her painted world, she unleashes the stronger Ink Spirits which are designed to fuck with you. Those that specifically focus-fire on opposite-attribute targets, those that inflict greater damage against opposite-attribute targets, those that can only be blocked by the same attribute, and those that can flip attributes on their heads so that what seems like a winning scenario becomes a total defeat.

Of course, even if you outsmart and beat her monsters, you're still trapped in her illusion, which was the real threat the whole time.

Sargonian Redmark Assassins ("Originium Dust")

In my opinion, the Redmark assassins and the sandstorms are a single enemy, since at least some of the assassins are native to the region. Indeed, the Eradicators are explicitly and thoroughly specialized for operating in the sandstorms.

The Infiltrators, by contrast, could be foreigners or assassins who travel beyond Sargon -- their holographic decoy technology is explicitly Columbian, but they didn't necessary need to come from there or go there to buy it. Regardless, the Sandstorm slows the Infiltrators down but doesn't otherwise harm them.

Altogether, they seem Blue to me. The sandstorms reflect a sort of battlefield control and denial that Blue spells could achieve, and which definitely reflect Blue's reliance on spells over creatures. The Eradicators are invisible within the storm and the Infiltrators hide behind illusions, which are both very Blue. The Eraditor's ability to instantly delete any Operator or bomb deployed out in the open could almost be considered part of Blue's banishment/unsummoning spells.

The irony that Blue is normally associated with water and oceans rather than landlocked deserts just goes to show that a Color should be more than its environmental trappings.

Originiutants ("Originium Dust")

The Originiutants are a simultaneous but separate force from the Redmark Assassins. They're not native, not natural, and make no real use of the sandstorm, nor do they interact with the sand-barrier walls.

Most of what we fight are creatures or corpses puppetted by parasites, used as meatshields and discarded as soon as they die, with the parasites trying to flee to safety. And both puppets and parasites are thoroughly weak.

The diseased horde is Black, whose cheapest creatures tend to be weak sacrifices, and whose strongest tend to come with high costs.

The strongest Originiutants -- the ones actually called Originiutants, neither puppet nor parasite -- are the rarest ones encountered. Of course the strongest are the rarest, but even by that metric, the true Originiutants are rare. There's basically only one stage that features many of them, and they don't appear at all in the boss fight. They were simply too expensive to make, even for a monster who gladly resorted to human sacrifice.

The Essence of Evolution either killed its creator unexpectedly or required him to die to become the threat we actually faced, and that definitely fits Black's M.O. of sacrifice for power. It's constantly spawning parasites to make more zombie slaves, it spams waves of extinction energy, and in its own efforts to make itself stronger and invulnerable (tearing itself apart and putting itself back together without regard for nature), it ends up sacrificing its own life for transient power. A self-consuming, self-defeating abomination.

Rhodes Island ("Arknights")

Someone asked me to categorize Rhodes Island, and initially I politely refused, on the grounds that Rhodes Island doesn’t have faceless classes of Operator like the enemy factions do.

But, if one were to try to see Rhodes Island from the outside, and homogenize its Operators into a collection of faceless units…

Kal'stit, Amiya, and the Doctor are all loathe to throw away the lives of their Operators to achieve their goals, and the Doctor in particular is supposed to be a tactical genius who can figure out how to make a bunch of weenies work together to become greater than the sum of their parts. So, there’s a lot of White.

As a pharmaceutical company, Rhodes Island also attracts people who practice healing Arts, which is also White.

On the other hand, most of Rhodes Island combat Operators are Infected, either because Rhodes Island is the only place they can call home or because fighting for Rhodes Island is the only way they can pay for treatment. Together with the fact that some of them are badly Infected, and some will abuse their Infections to gain power at the cost of their lives for the sake of protecting Rhodes Island, and…

Well, rather than representing Black, that just might play into some of the more uncomfortable parts of White, such as martyrdom effects. No one is being sacrificed for anyone’s personal gain as with Black (Amiya very explicitly orders her Operators not to sacrifice themselves for The Cause), but rather the harsh realities and self-sacrifice are about individuals bowing to the needs of the community (Frostleaf nearly killing herself to protect everyone from FrostNova).

So, appropriately for an organization that hearkens to the Order of the Knights Hospitaller, we’re probably looking at a predominantly White organization.

In general, Green would be the largest supporting Color (for community, healing, strong Elite Operators, and virtually no air support).

Other Colors would step in depending on which internal faction of Rhodes Island (Followers, Mudrock Squadron, Sweepers) takes the field, or which of their allies (Glasgow Gang, Penguin Logistics, Blacksteel Works, Kingswand, Abyssal Hunters) are present.

#arknights #magic: the gathering #mtg #trading card game

[scxrlettwxtches]

[3:30p.m.] kiss in vehicle + hurt feelings | hwang hyunjin

warnings: mentions of break up, heavy angst 

requested: yes!

a/n: why do y’all always make me write such sad things about hyunjin. first it was the bet and now this x_x anyways, i really hope you enjoy, love! this fic was highkey inspired by skz “ex,” which i’ve had on repeat these last few days hehe

You were walking out of your last class of the day, excited to go back to your apartment and finish up your laundry, make a nice dinner--you know--normal people chores, when you got a text from someone you haven’t heard from in three years. Someone you never wanted to hear from ever again.

hi, it’s me. could we talk?? i’m outside the literature building.

The message stared at you, and you stared back at it, feeling an old and unwanted twist of your heart just at the familiar contact name. It must’ve been a moment of weakness from you back then when you decided not to block him completely. Without replying, you stuffed your phone in your back pocket and walked out of the building. 

You stepped out the door, and there he stood, looking just as dashing and just as heartbreakingly beautiful as the day he took your own, very fragile heart and stepped on it until there was nothing left but the cold, pathetic remains of your former self.

“I’m breaking up with you,” Hyunjin spoke, his hands in his pockets and his expression impassive as he looked anywhere but your eyes.

This wasn’t how you wanted the day to go at all. You had been elated when Hyunjin had called you out to go on a date. The small bouquet of roses in your hands now felt embarrassing, utterly humiliating, as you stood before him, the bright and cheerful sparkle in your eyes dying out in that very moment.

“W-what?” you stammered, and your heart pounded in your chest, not in the way it did when Hyunjin had unexpectedly confessed to you, but in a way that it genuinely hurt, the mix of shock and fear that made you want to throw up, “What are you talking about, H-Hyunjin? Everything was fine--we were fine, right?”

“Sure, I’m just not really feeling this relationship anymore,” Hyunjin replied, finally glancing at you, “I think I just fell out of love with you, and there’s no point in pretending.” 

A slap in the face, a knife in your heart would’ve hurt less than the words that were tumbling out of his lips, the lips that you had grown so vulnerable to, the lips that would caress your skin with a delicate gentleness that you didn’t know anyone possessed, that would whisper loving words to you in the dead of night. 

“How long?” You whispered, tightening your grip on the pathetic little bouquet of flowers still in your hand, “How long have you been pretending to love me?”

Hyunjin’s jaw clenched and he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, “It doesn’t matter,” he said dully, “Thanks for the good times, Y/N.”

You were left at the park, feeling like the biggest fool in the universe as the rain began to pour, masking your tears from the world that only seemed to laugh at your misery. 

Ever since that day, the flowers had ceased to look as beautiful to you as they once did.

Hyunjin, whose eyes were drifting around as he waited, caught sight of you the moment you walked out of the building. Immediately, he stood to attention, straightening his posture as you saw him visibly gulp. You kept your gaze impassive, tried to hide the clenching of your jaw as you walked towards him slowly. 

“What’s up? Did you suddenly realize after three years that you forgot something at my apartment?” You asked, and Hyunjin shivered at how such a casual question falling from your lips could feel so cold, devoid of any affection. 

“Ah, n-no,” Hyunjin fumbled over his words, completely forgetting the plan he’d conjured up in his head after mulling this meeting over for months. To be honest, he never thought he’d even get this far. What comes after again…? Text, meeting, saying hello--well, he can’t exactly say hello now--flowers…

“Oh!” The boy brought his attention to the bouquet of lilies in his hands, “I--um--got you these.”

You glanced down at the flowers with apparent boredom, and it scared Hyunjin more than ever. He’d been prepared for your wrath, your anger, as you had always been an expressive, emotional person. Now, all he could sense was boredom, annoyance, and it felt so much worse.

Looking down at the flowers, you were silent for a long moment before answering, “No thanks,” your voice was flat as you crossed your arms, leaning your weight to one leg and letting out a tired sigh, “What are you here for, Hyunjin? I have things to do.”

“I know you do!” Hyunjin stammered out quickly, feeling his heart ache as he let the bouquet fall to his side, reeling at the agonizingly blunt rejection, “That’s why I was thinking that I could drive you home?” 

Momentarily stunned by his offer, you took a quick moment to maintain your impassive expression, “I’m not going home yet,” you lied, fiddling with your bag strap hanging on your right shoulder.

Hyunjin blinked, “But it’s Monday” he pointed out hesitantly, “You always go home after class to do your laundry and prep your meals for the week.”

It was at this moment that you cursed just how well ingrained your schedule was in Hyunjin’s mind, and how you felt the walls around your heart weaken ever so slightly at this confession. Looking at the pure, uncontrollably earnest expression on his face, you decided to cave, just this once.

“Fine,” you spoke coldly. 

Hyunjin’s entire face lit up as if the love of his life had agreed to marry him, and he nodded with bright eyes, “Great! Let’s get going!” He practically tripped over his own feet rushing to the driver’s side after opening the passenger seat door for you, ever the gentleman. 

The trip was mostly a silent one, due to no small part because of you. You kept your gaze fixed to outside the window as Hyunjin drove, despite you being very painfully aware of the the way he turned to glance at you every ten seconds, as if waiting for you to say something. Unfortunately for the both of you, you don’t have anything left to say anymore. 

Finally, it seemed that Hyunjin could handle the silence no longer, and he opened his mouth, “Y/N, about that time--”

“You know where my apartment is, right?” You interrupted him, knowing perfectly well what time he was referring to and also knowing perfectly well that you didn’t want to think or speak about it for even a moment.

“Huh? Yeah, of course I know,” Hyunjin answered your question almost through habit before remembering that he was trying to tell you something, “B-but, Y/N--really, back than I was--”

“Do you really need me to spell it out, or can you take a hint and realize that I don’t care about what happened back then?” You spat coldly, finally turning to glare at Hyunjin. It made his heart chill to the bone, as he could no longer see those soft eyes of yours that were always so gentle, so unbelievably soothing on his bad days. 

Hyunjin’s expression filled with hurt, “You don’t mean that, do you?” he asked softly, “That you don’t care.”

“I used to care, but I’ve moved on just like you,” you spoke, nonchalance clear in your tone as you crossed your legs.

Like him? Oh, no no, that can’t be possible, because Hyunjin has never once moved on. From the very night he’d ended things so coldly with you, Hyunjin had beat himself up for his words, his attitude, his utter stupidity for letting you go. You were the best thing that happened to him, and your love was something he didn’t realize he needed until he realized he was actually starving for it again. 

“What if I haven’t moved on?” he let his mental walls down as he glanced, desperately wanting you to come back to him, to let him in again, because god knows how faraway you were keeping him right now. 

Damn him. Damn Hwang Hyunjin and his stupidly innocent words. Damn his puppy dog eyes, damn the way his lips curled into that adorable pout. Your resolve wavered more than ever, but you controlled yourself with a clench of your jaw. You weren’t ever going to let him hurt you again.

“Then, I’m sorry, but I don’t really know what you expect me to do about it.”

The blasé tone of your scathing words hurt Hyunjin more than he could even begin to explain, but in his heart, he knew he deserved it. He deserved every spiteful remark, every cold shoulder, every hurtful comment that would come out of your mouth, because he knew none of them would equal the amount of pain he caused you. 

“Maybe you can give me another chance? Please?” Hyunjin knew how pathetic he sounded, crawling back to you on his knees when he was the one that threw you away when you needed him most. But he’d do it, he’d do anything to get you back, to bring everything back to the way it was before he fucked it up. 

Inside, your heart and your mind were at war, screaming and kicking at each other as you felt your mouth grow dry at Hyunjin’s words. He wanted you back. Hyunjin, the only person you’d ever loved even after he took your heart and crushed it right when you were the most vulnerable, wanted you back, and the most twisted part  was that you wanted--more than anything--to go running back into his arms and pretend that things had returned back to the way they were before. 

But despite that, your fear, your fear of getting hurt held you back from his love. You were never going to let anyone have power over you like that, even if it meant being alone for the rest of your life.

“I’m sorry.”

Hyunjin’s heart sank to his feet. The two simplest words, and yet they felt like the strongest, most brutal slap to the face. He would much rather you scream, hit him, yell at him, because at least he wouldn’t feel this growing, bottomless pit of guilt in his stomach. 

He pulled up to the front of your apartment complex like he would do almost every day back when you were dating. He could almost see the mirage of you and him, your fingers intertwined as you went up to your room with him, kissing and cuddling the night away. He could almost feel your fingers gently carding through his hair as he lay his head in your lap. 

The moment the car pulled to a stop, you were ready for a hasty exit. Manually unlocking the door yourself, your hand had already pulled the handle when you felt a hand wrapping around your wrist, gripping it tightly. Turning around, you saw Hyunjin's panicked, almost manic expression, and his hold on your wrist tightened ever so slightly.

“Please don't leave just yet,” he begged, his voice weak.

You raised a questioning eyebrow, glancing down at the way your hands were connected, “Wasn't the point of you driving me this whole time being to take me home?” 

“Not yet,” Hyunjin pleaded.

“Why?”

The man swallowed nervously, and now that you finally got a good look at his face up close, you realized that his lips were chapped, as if he'd bitten it out of anxiety to the point of breaking skin. 

“If I let you go now,” he whispered, “would I ever get a chance to see you again?”

You sighed, tired of him trying so hard when your heart had already closed off entirely, “There isn’t any reason to,” you said, and you moved to open the door again when you suddenly felt a sharp tug on your arm. Thrown off, you fell over to Hyunjin’s side, giving him perfect access to tilt his head and smash his lips against yours. 

Gasping, your grip tightened around the sleeves of his shirt as you tried to pull him away, but now that Hyunjin tasted your lips again, he had no intention of pulling away. He missed you, he missed you so so much. He missed everything about you, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were safe in his arms again.

You let Hyunjin move his lips against yours as your resolve weakened, and your resisting hands fell to your sides. At this moment you knew it would no longer be possible. You and Hyunjin were no longer possible. You didn’t feel the butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t feel the light flush on your cheek that always appeared whenever Hyunjin so much as pecked your forehead. All you feel was a lingering pain, a permanent crack in your heart that would never be healed.

Hyunjin must’ve felt your lack of enthusiasm, must’ve noticed that you didn’t make any moves to deepen the kiss, and he pulled his lips away from yours, keeping them only inches apart. Unlike you, his heart was pounding against his chest at the knowledge that he finally had you in his arms again. His cheeks were flushed from finally being able to kiss you again, to see your lips wet and swollen because of him, because you couldn’t stop craving him. 

But he could see that none of his emotions reflected in your eyes, sparkling with unshed tears. 

“Do you not feel the same anymore?” he asked softly, his arm which had wrapped around your waist slowly loosening. 

You looked at him, your expression unreadable when you began to speak, “I’ll never stop loving you, Hyunjin. I think you deserve to know this.”

Hyunjin, desperate and clinging onto the false hope that you’d come back to him, felt his expression brighten almost immediately, only for that hope to be shut down as fast as you get it to him, “But I’ll never stop reliving the day you ended things so coldly, so painfully and devoid without any emotion. Even if I did agree to try again, I will never forget the hurt I felt that day, and that is my fault.”

Your voice was gentle as you finished, “There’s no reason to get back into a relationship knowing that I’ll never be able to get over the past.”

“N-no,” Hyunjin trembled, grabbing your hand as a few tears began to roll down his cheeks and he babbled, “Please don’t leave me, Y/N, I’ll die if I don’t have you--I’ll right all my wrongs, I’ll be a saint, Y/N please…”

Pitying him, but knowing that your pity shouldn’t force you back into his arms, you reached your hand up to stroke his hair, brushing a strand away from his face as you forced a small smile on your face, “I don’t need you to do any of that. I just need you to live your life to the fullest, and to be happy. I’ll do the same.”

Hyunjin wanted to cry and scream, to put up a big fuss just to get you to understand that he couldn’t live a full life without you, but he looked at the expression on your face, the remnants of the pain and hurt that you tried to cover, and he knew. He knew that he had to let you go, even if it killed him to do so. He would do anything to make sure you were happy, even if that meant sacrificing his. It was comeuppance, he supposed. 

“I love you,” he murmured, and his head fell forward, letting him lean down and rest his head on her shoulder.

You only hummed softly, reaching up to card a hand through his hair, “Thank you for showing me what love is, Hyunjin,” you said, and his grip tightened around your waist. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want you to leave again, “I’ll never forget it.”

Pulling away, you give him a sad smile, booping his nose like you used to do before grabbing your bag and getting out of the car. Only when you had shut the car door and were safely inside did Hyunjin let the rest of his tears to fall, opening the floodgates as he let his head rest against the steering wheel as he cried loud, bitter tears. He felt like such a fool, such an idiot to let someone like you slip through his fingers. 

You were prepared to give him all of you when he too scared to do the same. Once he was ready and utterly willing to give up his whole sense of being to stay by your side, the door to your heart had already shut him out forever, too hurt by his young and immature words to ever give him a second chance. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the bouquet of lilies sitting in the backseat of his car, and ever since that day, the flowers ceased to look as beautiful to him as they once did. 

~

a/n: hehe im sorry :)

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[felassan]

Thoughts on Dark Fortress #2

(This post is under a cut due to spoilers.)

So late with this one! some stuff irl was keeping me really busy and hyper-distracting me lately, but it’s finally over now so I’m back on my bioware bullshit. :D

Overall there were a lot of beautiful or awe-inspiring scenes in this issue, and a lot of great, meaningful / poignant character interactions and moments between characters. It’s pretty impressive actually how much was able to be packed in. I posted some of my favorite panels here. also omg! the action sequences! the big reveal! the ending!! woww

cool scene-setting, panned out shot of Neromenian and behind it, the Dark Fortress, to immediately pull you back into the world and ‘where we left off’. the combination of ruined dead trees, red lights, lightning and fire/smoke is very atmospheric and hints at what’s ahead

“From this... city, if we can call it that” is a sick burn and reminds you that the Qunari are technologically more advanced than most of the rest of Thedas, from their cannons to their aqueducts

more individually distinct Qunari soldiers, sth I again appreciate

! last issue there were big ‘You haven’t seen the last of Tractus!’ vibes, naturally, but I didn’t expect him to escape by stabbing and killing the Qunari using a chair-leg..!!

the last panel on the first page of Karasten is really good. the way it’s colored, the way it’s lit, the light and shadow, the fiery backdrop, cinders floating, the details of his expression.. 👌 it also makes me think to the possible future, to DA4 when mainland Thedas may be continuing to face the entirety of the Antaam

in Vaea’s acrobatics scene on the bridge, I know rationally that she’ll be fine but couldn’t help but worry for her. again I like how they don’t shy away from showcasing Vaea’s specific abilities. also the attention to detail - you’d think some rocks are just some rocks, but it highlights the risk she’s undertaking that if she falls it’s into rough seas which could dash her against the jagged rocks :’S. Vaea, gooooo!

Fenris’ “Enterprising girl” line has big “Clever girl” meme energy :D

my heart can’t take Fran and Autumn leaning over the edge after Vaea in worry ;; or Aaron looking back in concern over his shoulder ;; or Fran’s tender reassurance ;; or Autumn’s Worried expression ;; the care and bonds which have grown between this group of characters ;;

notice Aaron starts drinking when Vaea’s away from them and they’re beginning to grow worried about her safety. the poor man’s nerves and stress levels

Fran touching the vegetation while she’s considering if she could use her magic to open the entrance from the outside is a nice touch

did Marius leap in front of Fenris and Fran there when the entrance opened?? damn, he’s quick. and the three of them look all scary and formidable here ready for combat. notice how the curve of the door and the spikes that go into the ground, and the composition of this panel, make it look like they’re standing in front of an opened dragon’s maw? ‘teeth’, a rumbling ‘roar’.. some nice foreshadowing here.

the reunion panels are so cute. Autumn’s lil tum as she jumps and Fran and Fenris’ lil smiles of relief and at Autumn’s reaction to seeing Vaea, then a rare happy beam from Aaron.. feel.. the love ;__;

red lighting in the tunnel sets a dangerous, dramatic build-up mood

👀 more info on Fenris’ past, on the specifics of the process which gave him his markings. in the panel where he says that it took a long time, his shadow on the wall behind him reminds me of the shadow of his past that has dogged him for so long :(

Fenris and Marius height difference

discussion of the process shows the power difference between blue and red lyrium. blue lyrium took a long time, red lyrium is almost instant

Autumn is such an intrepid little explorer and alert scout, tail and ears up, head forward. good girl!

“I just... worry about you, my girl”  ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚  I’ll be so sad if these are death flags for Aaron and he doesn’t make it out of here. also note Fran in this panel, who recently had to kill her own father and is still dealing with that, watching the strongly paternal moment between Aaron and Vaea :(

love Vaea’s faith in Aaron and her sense of humor. also I don’t know why, maybe it’s because Vaea met Sebastian, but her “Maker, no!”, although in a completely different and light-hearted context, reminds me of Sebastian’s “Maker nooo!” at the end of DA2 hh

the reference again to Hawke, who Fenris saw haunted by what they tried to do - save their mother - and couldn’t :’(. also with the shadow in this panel, here’s another person struggling with the shadow of his past qq. this is later emphasized again in Aaron when he continues to talk about his past and in the panel is a chain and manacle. smart visual metaphors, a must in the comic medium with limited space

mushroom skull 💀🍄

“It isn’t about what I’ve done. It isn’t about my failures. Or my choices. It’s about their impact” - he’s misty-eyed here as he thinks back to Ostagar.. does this line btw seem almost meta to anyone else btw? :D it feels like a meta reference to the experience of DA players and PCs, who are always having to deal with the impacts of their choices

I wanna point out that I was right on reading issue #1, when I said “I’m positive that in panel 2 here, it’s the exact moment when he sees Cailan die” ;;

So Aaron is also a veteran of the Battle of Denerim

reference to the Hero of Ferelden - “Those were someone else’s battles”. I’m being captain obvious here but I can’t help but [heart pitter-patter] at any and all references to the HoF

I like the.. parallel? is that the word? Aaron’s stories were him trying to inspire people to make a change, or him trying to convince himself of that. and now here’s Vaea, inspiring Aaron with her words in these panels. the little guys can make a difference! in the world of Thedas, you don’t need to be a big bombastic hero or a Player Character to have an impact 

lmao Fenris right on cue. the moments of humor/light-heartedness are nice because they break up the tension and are sprinkled throughout without derailing build-up or taking away from dramatic story impact. yknow?

yeah Aaron!! leave it behind. leave it to rot with mr mushroom skull (and hey the mushroom skull was there for a reason). again tho if this is a death flag i 

Fenris straight down to business with the tactics

its cute how close Autumn has been sticking to Fran

Tessa checking in on Fran again, as she did in issue 1

Could Vaea’s “Well, shit” be an homage to Varric? :D they have met

I also wanna point out that I was right on reading issue #1, when I said “My guess is that the thing Tractus shows Marquette and Nenealeus is probably a chained up dragon or similar”

the poor dragon :’( big dragon the Qunari had in Trespasser vibes

the sword has a really cool design, kind of reminds me of something a samurai might be depicted wielding

👀 lore-drop! so ancient elven arcane warriors used lyrium-infused swords. this seems to confirm the sarcophagus is an ancient elven artifact, no? makes sense, wasn’t it said that the sarcophagus’ design was based on the architecture/outfit-design type elements of a specific faction, and that this was done intentionally? it looks kinda ancient elfy in make, right? also about the lyrium-infused swords of the arcane warriors, well well well.. remember that the Evanuris and the ancient elves mined the bodies of Titans for lyrium, for power and to use as a resource. here’s an example of that use

as I read through this portion I became increasingly concerned for my boy Shirallas.. we really are in it now aren’t we 😭

the Qunari are launching STRAIGHT-UP ROCKETS ohhhh

pretty ‘lightshow’ over the wall in the “Let’s hope the fortress is as secure as Danarius boasted” panel hh

protective older brother Fenris, impish younger sister Vaea. love that dynamic, we love to see it. sheepish and exasperated Fenris is so cute

the Bone Pit dragon fight with Hawke and co reference!

I wonder how long the dragon has been captive here, and how Danarius/Tractus was able to capture it

lore-wise what are the implications here? when Fenris’ ritual was being undertaken, the sword and the sarcophagus were bombarded with magic, fire spells. in this one they aim to have the dragon bombard it with fire-breathing. is it just fire that makes it work/powers it, or is there magic in dragonfire, in dragons? it reminds me of “Your heart beats with the old blood, as well. Where do you think it comes from? It sings of a time when dragons ruled the skies. A time before the Veil, before the mysteries were forgotten. Can you hear it?”

purple color for the dragon’s growling sounds/typeset is a great idea

lets.. goooo!!!!

Marquette is such a nerd. later on when he activates the sarcophagus he has mad scientist vibes

the dramatic reunion face-offs begin!! as the prophecy foretold!!!!1

true to form, Marius DOES have nothing to say ahahaha, even at this, his personal climax. maybe Marius dies in the next issue, but Tessa lives and gets to go back to Charter

these Venatori look almost Star Wars

Shirallas my boyy.. nooo... don’t do it 😭

ah ah ah! try casting magic with no ARMS

Francesca a beacon of blue light and goodness

the splash combat page is masterful. everyone playing a part, so much going on, everything happening at once. a thing that sticks out to me about it is Aaron’s outstretched hand and alarm as he watches Fran fall 

Autumn with her lil hackles raised

“The Venatori have returned” dun dun dunn

goodbye Shirallas 😭😭😭

the composition of the second to last page with triangle/diamond-shaped panels and the framing of dragon wings is awesome

the Dread Wolf rises, “the Tevinter Imperium will rise again”.. on-point on-point cohesion

there he is, the red wraith

Super Saiyan Shirallas

what a note to end an issue on

wow wow wow!!

and separate to the above, some speculation based on the cover of Issue 3: the piece of metal looks like a broken collar coming off Shirallas, like the one there was on the cover of Issue 2 coming off the dragon. also he’s all bulky now with draconic talons/claws (reminds me of in-world legends of Reavers who dug too deep of their own power after drinking dragon blood and whose bodies consequently began to manifest subtle reptilian traits actually). I’ll be interested to see what results of this allusion between Shirallas and the dragon!!

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[the-wotog-collection]

some new(ish) kids

“new” as in they didn’t exist yet when we last posted. so some of them are at least 9 months old. anyway!

list under the cut:

CAS

- they’re a half-elf monk! but now that i think about it it would be kinda funny if they had a level or two in rogue

- honestly? they’re a frat boy, but one who drinks respect women (and everyone, really) juice

- complete thembo. they have a -1 int, but +5 dex and +3 cha so who’s really winning here

- seriously when i say they’re a thembo i mean it. cas can dodge bullets all day but they don’t know that a tomato is a fruit

- they’re a people person and respectful and are very much work hard play hard. i love them

PUMPKIN

- now this is a bastard right here

- he/they tiefling rogue. yes they stole that crown what about it

- very much like mollymauk tealeaf i’m not gonna lie. they’ll charm the pants off of you and run away with your whole coin pouch

- smth i love about pumpkin is 1) their last name is pye 2) they have aliases bc in nearly every town they’ve been in there’s a warrant out for his arrest

- pumpkin pye (persona), a flirty rapscallion. if they had to pick one alias to stay as, this would be that one

- apple pye, a quiet sweetheart. kinda country bumpkin-esque

- pecan pye, taciturn but honest (as he can be while using an alias and on the run from the law and generally up to no good) and a hard worker

 - underneath all the layers? he’s kinda sad and lonely, still a flirt and a rapscallion but considerably less, and sometimes he just wants to stay in bed instead of going out and getting into all kinds of trouble

- oh also! he’s self conscious about his freckles, and usually uses some kind of makeup to cover them up if hell brain is acting up/he’s causing trouble

TENJIN

- i’ll be honest i do not remember if i still have their picrew

- i do nvm

- this is tenjin! iirc they’re a drow enchanter (homebrew class my cousin made) but ig in a legal game they’d be a divination wizard

- he’s such a sweetie, oml

- fun fact he has autism! mostly nonverbal and gets overwhelmed super easily, and has a whole pouch full of trinkets that they fidget and stim with

- baby. baby boy

- really fun to play actually

BEE

- she’s here to kick names and take ass, and she’s all out of names

- a whole lesbian. most of why she does what she does is to protect pretty girls

- human (shocker, i know) cleric of a storm god that i forgot to write down

- anyway!

- do no harm but take no shit is her motto. her methods may be borderline illegal, but hey, as long as the thing gets done it’s fine

- usually.

- basically her only method is swing a bat around until people talk and if the bat hits anything/anyone, well. that’s not her business

- oh yeah her bat. it’s infused with electricity and deals lightning damage as well as bludgeoning. it’s sick as hell

- she’s pretty rad

RAY

- everyone needs a weed druid

- okay but seriously. they eat every plant they come across to 1) figure out what they do (they have insanely high con dw) and 2) for magical power

- are they high most of the time? yes. are they really sad actually? also yes

- they aren’t religious, but they do worship the deity their childhood best friend (turned lover, yes) worshipped

- i might talk about that more later :)

- anyway they’re super chill and also one of the few drows i have, iirc

WALKER

- okay now we’re starting to catch up

- his name isn’t actually walker, but it’s what everyone calls him so that’s what he goes by

- he/they (wow theres a lot of he/theys huh) fallen aasimar gloom stalker ranger

- basically think of the edgiest anime boy you can imagine and go “what if he went to therapy”

- he’s such a good boy! yes they still do the adventuring thing, but make a point of going to therapy every week

- they’re making some great progress :)

- while he’s basically a witcher and gets treated like one (i.e. poorly), he just wants to settle down somewhere quiet when there’s no more evil in the world to grow vegetables where the only one around to judge him for being mute is his crow

- the picrew didn’t have a crow so please pretend that’s what the pigeon is

VAL

- valor is a tiefling fighter who came into existence bc i rewatched netflix castlevania and was super gay for striga so i made a character inspired by her

- also has autism, but in addition, she has ptsd from her days in the royal army. she’s seen some shit yall

- isn’t very good with social interactions, a lot of stuff goes right over her head and she’s just awkward as hell, but get her talking about her special interest (military tactics) and she will talk for hours. please let her

- fun fact she met her wife bc she was fishing in a bog trying to catch dinner and fished out a wholeass lady instead

- she’s buff as hell. she could use literally anything as a weapon and make it hurt

UNNAMED WIZARD

- i don’t have a name for them yet BUT i do know that they’re a bitch

- yet another he/they, this time we have a neutral evil wizard who doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as they get results for their experiments

- think albedo genshinimpact but with almost no morals

- yes he’d cast ninth level spells on his party if he was researching something. no he would not feel remorse. probably

- idk i haven’t fleshed him out yet i just know that he’s a bitch

MOUSE

- finally! my favorite character on this list

- this is maisy, but she’s so tiny that everyone calls her mouse

- when i say tiny i mean she’s a halfling and also seven years old. she’s fucking little

- little human druid girl who basically raised herself in the forest and can & will make friends with literally any animal she comes across

- her arcane focus is her flower crown, which also has berries growing on it. they grow back every time she picks one to give to her friends :)

- she’s so fucking pure oh my god. actual cinnamon roll and everything that’s good in this world

- her rat’s name is rat. he’s her friend :)

- and also dog sized compared to her it’s hilarious. she has a little leash for him made of vines and particularly spry twigs

- have some bonus art bc oh my god cutie

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