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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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Hello 🥰How would Indra,Madara,Sasuke,Itachi,Obito,Pein and Kakashi with a darling who sees the future and has been using it to avoid capture?Thank you 😍

You know what, I just realized that I have already watched over 25 Anime. That’s a small achievement❣️

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, threats, paranoia, manipulation, delusions, sabotage

I know what’s going to happen

Indra Otsutsuki

💜Indra is equally intrigued as much as he finds himself losing his patience with his darling. There aren't many people he'd acknowledge for their skill and abilities since he's been a genius from a very small age. A highly skilled and strong one as well. Your forseeing isn't a physical ability but a valuable one nonetheless. A small prophet who knows what will happen in the future sounds wonderful to him, he often searches for you to pester you about what you see in his future and when he is going to inherit the position and power of his father. You are one of the few people he actually bothers to spend time with, he even starts teaching you how to fight since he won't take your ability as an excuse to not know how to defend yourself.

💜He is aware of his problems as soon as he realizes how possessive he has actually started to become over you and how he scares other villagers away who show only the glimpse of interest. Your sudden change in behavior suddenly makes sense, you must have seen this coming from miles away. He's on a short temper afterwards, searches for you everywhere with the knowledge that you already know where he will search for you. The fact that he is being played with by his darling does not sit well with Indra who has an ego. Darker thoughts get to him as he thinks about threatening friends and family, to use his influence. You can't protect everyone. The only factors holding him back are his father and his brother.

💜As someone who wants control, this situation is not exactly ideal for Indra because your skills give you an advantage and to top it, you are smart enough to draw out the full potential. He's awfully short-tempered, starts seeking out the people you're close with in hopes of luring you out of your den. When he snaps completely after being rejected by his father, you're already long gone with the knowledge that Asura will win. Indra is humiliated, betrayed and hurt that you just left, never told him his fate. As of now you're out there and Indra, with no voice of reason left, goes after you. From his old life you're the only thing he has left and he is filled with dark determination to catch you. He's ready to kill because even with your gift, you can't possibly save everyone from his wrath.

Madara Uchiha

🌑His whole clan is rather power-hungry so when you somehow stumble in their life, the whole clan has an interest in keeping you. The elder especially are keen to have you since your gift is a great way to help them winning the wars against the Senju. Madara's interest usually lies where he finds physical strength and power, skills to use whilst fighting in a battle field but he accepts your abilities as useful. He wonders if he could have saved Izuna if you would have been here earlier. He might be a bit disappointed if he sees that you lack fighting experience in which case he goes out to drag you to train with him. Sometimes you just hide, dreading another painful lesson even if you know that he'll be mad with you slacking training.

🌑The more he sees how much your gift can actually do, the more he starts growing interested in it. He starts being more around you, wants to know more about the future of his clan and himself. There is some sort of boundary he doesn't cross though since he shields you from the greedy hands of the elder who are ready to force informations out of you. When he starts becoming obsessed and realizes how you've adapted your own behavior to the situation you knew about, he is initially amused. He likes a little chase, the thrill to play cat and mouse. There is a certain limit to how much patience he has though, he starts turning more aggressive and mad after not having seen you for a while.

🌑As soon as the Leaf village has been made, everyone in the Uchiha clan bridles against the idea of letting the Senju know about you. The general possessive attributes in the entire clan become obvious since everyone is eager to let you spend as little time as possible with them, even with the peace between those two. Madara isn't really different, he pushes you away as soon as Tobirama is anywhere near, barely manages to let Hashirama talk to you. He'd be willing to abuse his power as the head of the clan a bit if you start to not let him get closer too long. He's up for the idea of the elder to engage the two of you since they want to tie you down to their clan for eternity. It'll be certainly interesting if you with your foreshadowing will be triumphant or Madara with his position and strength.

Pain

🌧️When you enter his village, he detects the new visitor instantly through the rain yet due to the lack of information about you, he doesn't know who you are yet. His darling is for now no threat in his eyes so he doesn't mind you, not until he hears rumors about you spreading under the people in Amegakure. Predictions you spoke as a warning which all turned out to be true. It's more than enough to direct his attention to you as he starts analyzing you. Konan starts trying to dig up more information about you whilst Nagato starts stalking you with his many bodies. He tries at least, somehow can't seem to find you even with his skills though. It's like you know what he's up to and avoid him skillfully.

🌧️Eventually Konan is able to report back to him with the information she was able to collect. Apparently there are rumors of a prophet wandering around, visiting places here and there and warning people about catastrophes. The suspicion that this prophet has entered their village is strong and suddenly it makes sense to Pain why you've been able to know how and when to avoid him. You've seen it and have been hidding most likely from people who wanted you for a long time now. Yet the mutual interest from Konan and him to ask you whether or not you'd be willing to join the Akatsuki is there and he wonders whether or not you'd be willing to discuss the possibilities with him.

🌧️One day he detects you just waiting somewhere and he seeks you out with the expectation that you're waiting for him. You two have a civilized talk where you impress him with a wisedom far more mature than for your age. He can't convince you and wonders if that has to do with the future you have seen yet doesn't force you to tell him. It becomes a small tradition that whenever he has something weighting down his heart, you wait somewhere for him and you two just talk, Konan tags along when she has time as well. When his paranoia wins control and he wants to take you permanently, you aren't there anymore and it breaks his heart, even if he expected this. He goes to great lenghts to find you though all whilst praying in his heart that you'll see his longing and come back to his village.

Kakashi Hatake

📖He is not like the council in that regard when your abilities are found out. It is not his intention to use you for the advantage of the village, he doesn't pester you and tries to force you either. Instead Kakashi is somewhat worried if you'll be able to handle everything the old geezers throw at you in an attempt to keep you in the village. Tsunade isn't happy either, tries to hold the council back since you are to decide whether or not you want to help the village. Kakashi occasionally checks on you when he finds you sitting somewhere, only for a short time surprised when you say that you already knew that he would come and slightly amused when you tell him that he has work to do and that he should hurry up.

📖He never tries to tickle infos out of you unless the situation is really dire and he needs to know something for the sake of the village. In return you never question him out either, whether you actually know about him and his past remains for now a mystery to Kakashi. The more time you two spend to bond, the more often it happens that you sometimes end up giving him hints which he should head in the near future. Kakashi takes those hints rather seriously. Even a skilled ninja as him realizes that you are a very sneaky person though as soon as you successfully avoid him stalking you. Sometimes he can’t even find you.

📖The ninja belongs to the aware sort of Yandere and is shrewd, he knows what happened here. You suddenly disappeared because you knew about his obsession which silently tortures the male. You see a plight coming from miles away yet Kakashi is a bit paranoid, worries that eventually a day will come when your knowledge won't be enough to safe you. He turns more hostile when he is confronted with someone pestering you. Ends up scaring them away so you can live peacefully and is more active when it comes to helping Tsunade with the exhausting bunch of old people. When you two do meet, he tries to play it cool even if he is not fine on the inside. You're a little bit difficult for him yet he is far away from giving up.

Obito Uchiha

🔥He still isn't over Rin even years later, he doesn't believe that he'll ever be able to love again. Rin was kind, gentle, caring. He doubts that he'll ever be able to find someone with those attributes and love them. He's only living for revenge and his twisted dream at this point. So the chances are that the first meeting between him and his darling happens because he happens to have heard the one or another interesting rumor about this prophet. Someone who can predict the future would be quite useful for him, he wants s/o to work for him and help him achieve his goal. He's very willing to use manipulation to convince you, looking on what he did to gain the support of Nagato and Konan.

🔥Absolutely ready to even threaten and force you to join him and let him in on your visions, if it wouldn't have been for you having seen what would happen if you would stay too long. The funny game starts from there, for you at least. You know everything that is going to happen even if Obito makes a decision spontanously since the future is already set in stone. Strangely enough the Uchiha is able to find you and even watch and talk with you when he really doesn't plan anything since you don't see him as danger in such moments. He gets to know you like this a bit more, sees how you interact with others and something inside of his heart changes during such times.

🔥You're kind, care about others and warn people when they're in possible danger yet you also have worries of your own. It must be hard seeing what misery will happen. It must be difficult constantly running away since you don't want people to hunt you down and use you for your gift. You're such an angel, you shouldn't be out there in such a twisted world! Once his obsession starts blooming, it's over because he is one to kidnap you fast. Terrified when he realizes that you've disappeared as well. He lets the Akatsuki look out for you and personally goes after you which doesn't end well since he burns everything in his way down. He's delusional, doesn't acknowledge his morbid obsession. He only wants to keep you safe, in his opinion.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡After Orochimaru betrayed the organization, the Akatsuki were on the lookout for potential new members and even if those were only silly, little rumors, you were one of those candidates. Your physical abilities were unknown but the gift to predict the future would be a great help for their plans. Whilst finding the Jinchuriki was still top priority, it was also welcomed for members like Itachi to look out for people who'd make a good new addition for the Akatsuki. The Uchiha doesn't really follow that smaller plan, people who join the Akatsuki are targeted by every nation and if someone has something to lose, they shouldn't join under all means necessary. Recruiting new members is never really on his mind.

🍡He discovers you by pure accident somewhere in the forest all by yourself and is startled when you not only notice him despite his hidden state but also invite him over despite knowing who he is. He's warily at first but eventually joins for a rather silent stay. You don't force him to start a conversation and he likes that. He seems to bump into you more often and slowly warms up with passing time. You're mature and wise, when he talks with you he gets the feeling you understand him and carry great knowledge around with you. His instincts tell him that you're hiding something but out of respect he never aks, eventually does his own research though until he finds himself finding the answer in the rumors.

🍡Hesitant to address his discovery to you but only mildly surprised when you already seem to know. You open up to him, tell him how difficult your life can be. He isn't offended by your secret since he relates, promises to not tell anyone about you and starts talking more about himself as well. He isn't really surprised when one day you just vanish after he has realized his obsession with you. He's rather reasonable, understands why you would want to avoid him now and tries to rationalize that you can handle yourself. He has a indecipherable poker face so his growing agony the longer you aren't seen anywhere only stays within him. He starts longing, wonders where you are and whenever a rumor about you starts popping up, he is investigating. One last time, he tells himself that he only wants to see you one last time but he doubts that that is the truth.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙You're a cheeky and fearless little thing, maybe because you happen to be with Orochimaru yourself who is thrilled to have someone with such a marvelous gift as yourself with him. The snake isn't the only one obsessing over you though, Sasuke is rather intrigued with your gift as well. He lives for revenge, wants to know from you whether or not he'll achieve his dream or if you know where his brother is right now. He threatens you a couple of time yet you are completely unfaced, maybe because you know Kabuto or Orochimaru himself always stop Sasuke from going too far. You're a favorite of the snake man so he looks out a lot for you.

💙Sasuke and his s/o end up spending time together since both of them are the same age and Orochimaru takes both of them everywhere with him. Sasuke, constantly willing to train in order to get stronger, ends up forcing you to train with him which often ends with him picking on everything about your fighting style that isn't good enough. You've learned to use your ability to foresee attacks but Sasuke is aggressive and fast so he lands hits on you. Somehow he ends up training you since he only has three choices to pick from and you're just the most around him. God forbids when he gets attached because he gets incredibly rude to anyone near you, wants the freaky snake away from you and plans to drag you around with him after he's killed Orochimaru and forms his own team.

💙He's rather intense after he realizes that you're nowhere to be found in the hideout and is infuriated when finding out that you escaped because you knew what you'd have to endure elsewise. Sasuke is looking constantly for you, forces his teammates to do the same whilst he travels around. He loses it at one point and just lashes out and even after the war has ended and he manages to appear somewhat more collected, his wrath is far from finished. The Uchiha travels the world for you after the worst is over, he still leaves a trail of blood behind him if it means he'll be able to find you. You must know how passionate and insanely an Uchiha loves, you must see that Sasuke is chasing after you and the more time passes by, the more his hands will be stained with blood. He'll find a way to tie you down.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere indra #yandere indra otsutsuki #yandere madara #yandere madara uchiha #yandere pain #yandere nagato #yandere nagato uzumaki #yandere kakashi #yandere kakashi hatake #yandere obito #yandere obito uchiha #yandere itachi #yandere itachi uchiha #yandere sasuke #yandere sasuke uchiha

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gentleman-aster · 1 day

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Don't you find it weird how fairlytale princes sometimes seem to follow the archetype of a knight rather than a prince?*

It's always the beautiful prince doing the job of saving the princess and marrying her afterwards. One would expect the prince's battles to be won in favor of his own kingdom and not of a foreign kingdom's princess. One wouldn't even expect the prince to be the one winning battles, that's the king's job. The king and his knights.

Do you think these fairytales could've been perhaps written by a longing prince? The prince, soon to be king, still not old enough to lead the army nor to take the weight of a kingdom's wellbeing over his shoulders. He knows his current life is the last freedom he has before that, yet he can't seem to feel like it. He can't build a romance of his own since his marital fate is already decided, and he can't win a battle of his own and be admired for it. All the admiration he recieves comes from what he is, a prince, but not from what he has done, because he hasn't the chance to do anything important, and he's afraid to. He longs for the crowd's admiration at his success, but when he tries to forsee how he will succeed he can only see the other thousand ways he can fail without the king's guidance. He can't seem to get away from this limbo and the years are passing by, any moment now he'll be fighting his and his unknown bride's wars. And if he doesn't get admired for it it's because he's failed, and so he will be scorned with no one else above to blame.

Do you think he ever looks enviously at the knight? Valiant, strong, able to choose a love of his own. Admired by his fellow soldiers for his innumerable feats, all under the king's command. And, even when having command over him, the king admires and rewards his efforts too.

The prince wishes to have that too. A battle he can win without being king, a love and admiration he can build with his own valiant efforts, the things he chooses to be; rather than the things he was born with, the things he can't help but being.

And so, he makes a story. A story of a lonely, beautiful princess, a princess as lonely and beautiful as him. A princess he knows, he's the one writing her, after all. He, the beautiful, brave prince, comes out of his kingdom to free the princess from the despicable monster. And instead of being scolded for interveineing in what doesn't concern him, he is loved. Loved by the princess, loved by her village, and loved by his people for bringing forth a marriage that will unite both kingdoms. All on his own. All while not being king yet. All while he still has the freedom of having no ultimate responsibilities, the freedom to write stories for all future kingdoms to learn about, for future children to see the prince as a man who is admired for what he does rather than the cowardly, spolied kid who is admired for what he can't help but being.

*(I have no precise idea of how princes, kings, and knights work in real life. Or in fairy tales. This is just a random thought I had during a long period of longing because i'm a desperate man)

#writing #prince #knight #princess and knight #writing tropes #fairy tales #fairy tale tropes

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baileyblues · 4 months

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Oakenshield Scroll: Bailey

★ “Stars predict fates, and change alongside them. They are the archives of the universe and record everything there is to know. No matter what happens, or what anyone says, the stars will always reveal nothing but the truth when the time comes.” ★

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★ Bailey ★

★ An aspiring young witch who enrolled into Oakenshield due to her curiosity about the natural world and her motivation to help others. Even as a witch, she stays bright to help those in need and treat others just as she would to herself.★

Roleplayer: Me!

Nickname: None DOB/Age: 11/22, 15 Gender: Female, She/Her Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual Height: 5'7"

Occupation: None currently Position: Flower of Society Friends: Alaric, Venus, Ludynn, Emmitt (currently)

Background: Was found and adopted by two witch sisters and eventually became their apprentice.

Hobbies: Star gazing, learning Astrology and Astronomy, helping others, making new spells Likes: Discovering/learning new things, making new spells, meeting new people, studying the stars Dislikes: Using magic/knowledge for the wrong reason Insecurities: Thinks people dislikes her because of her vast knowledge and is afraid of people finding about her background as well as the fact that she's a Witch.

Personality: Friendly and approachable, can easily get excited on a topic she's interested in. She doesn't work well under pressure herself and sometimes panics as a result. Patience: She's patient with others and waits for them to be ready before moving on. Health: She takes good care of herself and knows it's important to do so. She eats on time (mostly, at least) and doesn't stay up too late. As stated previously, she doesn't work well under pressure and tends to worry a lot, causing her to not get much sleep.

Skills: Quite proficient in casting magic, performing spells and making potions. Has a way with the stars; is able to forsee the future in some scenarios (which often takes a lot of energy and she falls asleep for some time to recover her energy) Weapon: Uses a wand for most situations, has a staff gifted by her mentors that allows her to cast much more complex spells and higher level magic which she only uses in very dire situations. Fairytale: Cosmic Fairy, Wisteria Class: Witch

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#oakenshield scroll #character profile #profile #bailey #oakenshield academy #oakenshield academy rp #roleplay #rp #rp character #roleplay character

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emblemxeno · 1 year

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For now the Engage fandom is safe but I fear the moment we are gonna get the moment where people will fight over ships again. First we had Awakening where people who don't understand how time travel works were bugged up by the fact that Robin can marry the 2nd gen because "they are still babies !" since they apparently never learn what multiverse means nor watched many time travel media, or marrying Nowi or Ricken when you had the loli and shota models to do the trick. Same thing for Fates, people fighting over Kamui/Corrin x the Royals despite the fact that Leo is almost the only character Corrin had actual chemsitry with in the support conversation, still were not ok with the 2nd generation and marrying Hayato. Then 3 houses had a whole debate on whether Byleth can marry their ex-students or not, if marryin Rhea was incest or not because people don't understand how organ transplantation works, and so on. Now we escape the Anna and Jean controversy despite the fact that even in the japanses version you don't marry them because it's too soon and theu just stay friend (the exact same thing that Azura said to Hayato in their S support) but since Alear is still physically 17 and can only marry people who are elder than them, I am sure we are gonna have some problem here.

That's the thing I was wondering a bit about too, since Engage (at least from my experience) is surprisingly... chaste? Like, there's definitely material to work with, don't get me wrong, but after the S supports of the 3DS games and a good deal of the A ranks in 3H, the characters are decidedly more friendly than possibly intimate. Aside from Alear of course, cuz everyone wants a ride lol. But that's most likely because IS saw people liking the S supports and probably thought "oh it's cuz people like having digital wives" and made it avatar only.

But train of thought aside, discourse is inevitable cuz people will get mad that the "wrong" ships are being shipped and blah blah blah. Though I don't forsee it getting as bad as the 3H shipping discourse cuz man I still see people giving others the side eye for Dimidue ugh

#queue #fire emblem discourse

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cryoweaving · 4 months

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bg3 oc notes for me bc i might make a blog (teehee). also i don't care about that much about the deity system in bg3 bc i'm gonna hijack it (another teehee).

anyway -- so imagine you have a diviner that literally keeps seeing visions and says cryptic shit to you like withers. like you're just chilling during a long rest and they're like calling out ur d*rk urge character like 'the blood of death. that which is lost hides only the horrors of thine own hands. hand crushes life, hand brings life. when the blood runs warm once more, what will you choose?' and then snaps out of their prophetic daze to smile and show you this cool insect they find before listing like 50 fun facts about it.

they see and hear things, awake or not; willingly or not. it plagues them all the time that it is noticeable they do not sleep well but the shadows under their eyes. they can barely remember their own prophetic murmurs but when something they have seen comes to pass it is like an overwhelming sense of deja vu. or when they no something terrible is coming they are so tense and on guard yet they cannot speak it for others to understand.

they ( their name is theia so i will use now ) are so socially awkward. theia has lived in solitude in a room closed off from the outside world in some temple that took them in when they were abandoned as a child. the others treat them with an indifferent sense of kindness ; they provide for them but do not offer any affection beyond that. once they had begun to realize that whatever comes from their mouth comes true, they start confiscating any scribblings of theia's prophecies and use them for their own ends along with other things.

frustratingly, theia is extremely passive in their life. they allow life to take them wherever, listen to whoever, and tend not to react to much else. that doesn't mean they don't feel things, but while everyone else laughs they may only smile. despite growing isolated and thus becoming socially awkward or missing social cues, theia displays a high level of understanding about others; perhaps not anything super emotional. but one part of their journey in bg3 is to become more open in their emotions and care deeply for others. the other half is, of course, to turn their passive behavior into something proactive.

since they are at least subconsciously aware of certain events of the future, they're inclined to not put up a fight, simply letting the whims of fate take them where it will. but i think the personal quest centers on the good ole 'diviner forsees their own death' whereby in order to perserve the divination ability she is pushed to consider sacrificing themselves so their spirit may be sealed within stave and the ultimate display of progression to defying that which is preordained is to refuse dying at the last moment. before the sword swings so to speak.

it's about the religious indoctrination of the sacrifice and of how it is a reward to be the martyr for others, of 'love is pain' teachings they receive as they grow up, the passivity that can turn deadly, the taking back of fate.

they love sewing and insects and small animals. they love running around baldur's gate. they always offer an ear to the other companions. they are not that knowledgable about the outside word but they have keen eyes and are observant. they have read books upon books. their knowledge is deep but hidden.

#ooc tbt.#i curse my bg3 oc with cassandra trope where they keep saying that something will happen #but it's so difficult to interpret that nobody listens

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scrawnytreedemon · 3 years

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Victor Frankenstein and Frustration: a Not-Essay, because I can’t structure for shit.

Alright, I’ll try to keep it as clean and concise as I can, but at the end of the day this is a sorta-heat-in-the-moment thing I’m writing while all the ideas and motivation are in me yet. I will be jumping around alot of topics, as this covers alot of ground, but I can’t say I’ll do it with grace: for this, I apologise.

I’ve noticed a trend in online lit fandom, not just on Tumblr, to condense Victor’s character to something roughly following “arrogant, ineffectual and selfish weenie who failed horribly at parenting, who ought not to be taken seriously in any significant way, largely in-due to his constant whining“ --In other words, a right twat.

And here’s the thing: largely, I agree.

However, what I take issue with, I suppose, is largely how this is all framed.

See, fandom has a tendency to sort characters into boxes, and then pick favourites or bête noires from that selection; this is helpful for the largely memetic(as in, shareable,) nature of online spaces; but where I think this thinking falls short is that it tends to divide casts into More Good or More Evil, with little room for nuance.

I think you can see where I’m going with this.

Victor Frankenstein, by all accounts, is an incredibly frustrating character to witness; he gets way in over his head, isolates himself from his loved ones, leaving them worried, deems those ambitions failed, hides from them, then when shit starts hitting the fan, he takes initial actions to try and mitigate the consequence, hits a roadblock, either stops their or chooses an even worse option, someone else gets hurt, he whines, rinse and repeat until the final act of the book, as the stakes get higher and higher and his mental state deteriorates more, and more, and more. If you look at this entirely from an outsiders’ perspective, as you, the audience, being subjected to his moaning time and time again, it can wear on you and your sympathies-- Needless to say, I Get It™.

I think, however, it needs be remarked that Victor is also just some guy.

What I feel is often missed, is that even before Victor goes to university, he has just suffered the loss of his mother, with little time to recover, and that all of this is being told in hindsight, on his deathbed.

When Victor took on, all by himself, at twenty-two years old, not even letting anyone else know what he was up to, the monumental task of creating life, and then finding that life horribly botched, he did not have the perspective that what he created was equivalent to a newborn child-- For all he knew, he might have animated an actual demon. It isn’t until two years later, after the death of his little brother at the hands of said demon, the he’s even remotely made aware of this.

Victor had worn himself out over the course of several months, physically and mentally, to this one task. He was not equipped to deal witht he consequences. I do not say this to downplay the weight of his actions, or the horrible mess of events that come afterwards, but to state perspective. Victor does not have the hindsight we have at the time of this act. I cannot stress this enough. As much as I enjoy Deadbeat Dad Vick jokes, I get the feeling many people actually view the story from this lens, and hold Victor up to that standard.

Then there’s the trial of Justine: a horrible, useless, unneeded and avoidable affair that ends in even more senseless death. This is where alot of people’s sympathy for Victor runs out-- For more than understandable reasons. He failed to act accordingly, to share the information he had, deeming it to be either dismissed instantly or for himself to be put under scrutiny; it’s clear he’s passionate about Justine’s innocence, but he cannot push himself past his fear and doubt, and ultimately, it ends in her death.

It is a horrible, horrible moment, and one that cements the tone of the story from there on out.

These are two key events that largely colour this image of Victor so prevelant online; and it certainly doesn’t help, what with fandom being almost aggressively left-leaning at times, that Victor comes from a place of privilege; he is almost tailor-made to push all the buttons of fandom sensitivities.

Let me elaborate.

A key feature of Victor’s character is his complete and utter inability to ask for help; no matter how dire the situation. Victor feels, that, despite and even because of his incompetence, that it is his cross and his cross alone to bear. Any inolvement from others, such as Clerval when he heads to England, is hesitant and highly discouraged, even when he wants nothing more than to partake in the company of his loved ones, after all he’s been through. While it is also heavily coloured by the anguished sentiment that borders on self-absorption so much of the time, I think it is also worthy to examine this too.

Victor’s tendency to indulge in self-pity and self-loathing is nigh, if not entirely, all-consuming; it pervades the narrative to a painful degree, particularly as it comes from his recollections; it is often exhausting to read through, and nigh unbearable if you already hold a disdane from his previous actions; but here’s the thing I think most people miss,

Victor is depressed.

I don’t mean “ooh, he’s so sad, leave him alone 🥺,“ I mean the guy is fucking depressed, stuck in a constant cycle of attempting to make do but failing, hating himself even more, letting it consume him because he at once feels like he deserves to be consumed and it’s the only thing he can do then and there to soothe to pain as shit gets worse and worse.

Victor Frankenstein’s internal monolgue is a prime example of deep-seated, far-gone depression, and I say this because I myself have experienced and do experience this. Depression is fucking soul-sucking, man; it turns you in on yourself, makes you feel entirely undeserving of love and compassion, leaves you feeling like you must, have to, deal with this entirely by yourself because it is your cross to bear.

Depression is so often self-flagellating and pointless, leaving the subject drained and often largely unable to experience the world outside their own miserable little bubble.

Victor is so wrapped up in this soul-sucking guilt, attempting to fight his own ineffectuality and in doing so only furthering his own ineffectuality, refusing to ask for help, that he ends up putting the ones he’s trying to protect in further danger as he tries to scramble a hodge-podge solution to the problem he created and couldn’t have even begun to forsee its consequences at twenty-two years old. It is a painful, painful example of how if only he reached out, if only he told someone, was honest, all of this could have been avoided, or at least mitigated.

And I think that’s the thing with Victor.

He’s a kind of banal evil-- If such continuous stumbling can even be considered so --He is an example of every day self-isolation and refusal to let anyone else in ballooning to such a degree it ends in distaster.

People are far, far more willing to forgive Adam for his transgressions-- And I say this as someone far more sympathetic to his plight, what with the absolute abandonment he faced at the hands of humanity --Despite their far more horrific consequences; in many ways, they’re attributed to Victor’s failing; which isn’t entirely untrue,

But I have to wonder, if alot of this also comes down to the fact that Victor’s wrongdoings are so human; leaving someone in your care behind; not speaking up in cases of injustice; being self-involved; again, the constant whining. In a way, it’s the sentiment that in stories a horrible person is often far more bearable than an annoying one.

That doesn’t even begin to touch on how much of the bemoaning might largely be and often is directly post-hoc regret colouring all his previous actions. This, above all else, is a cautionary tale to a fellow idealist in the hopes that Robert Walton doesn’t Fuck Up the way he did. Victor stresses his regret and his failings and his misery time and time again because he wants to protect Robert from a similar fate; a fate that ultimately ends in his death.

Victor Frankenstein is a study in frustration; in audience frustration, self-frustration, narrative frustration; it seeps into every corner of the story.

I am not trying to defend Victor Frankenstein as a person; he is flawed; and he’s meant to be flawed. Victor, at the end of the day, is a deconstruction of the Byronic hero-- Of Great and Powerful Men on the Fronteers of History™-- And most importantly, I think, a deconstruction he himself undergoes. Victor eventually alerts someone, a Genevan magistrate, is doubted just as he feared, and then runs off to take revenge into his own hands.

It takes the death of Elizabeth Lavenza to do so.

Victor is a flawed, miserable man, but not an evil one. That doesn’t mean he deserved to have his life crumble around him.

He could have done better. Should have done better.

And he knows this.

His entire arc is about how he knows this.

Victor dies knowing this.

Him being unlikable doesn’t make him a bad character. Him being unlikable is part of the character; and in a meaningful way.

God, I don’t know how to end this. I’ll probably come back and edit this many, many times.

I guess I’m just tired of people flattening characters just because they’re not particularly endearing.

#frankenstein #scrawny speaks #scrawny rambles #analysis #victor frankenstein #there's probably even more i want to say and will regret failing to touch on #and believe me i do see the irony in a thinkpiece about victor frankenstein so laser-focusing on him #i really do #but it's kinda all the energy i have for #point is i don't think victor is a particularly good person #or admirable in any way shape or form #but that doesn't mean his character doesn't have worth #and i guess i'm tired about all of this just getting... tossed out the window #fandom is fun but also exhausting #he's a weenie yes but he isn't j us t a weenie can we please acknowledge that?#he's a guy. some fucking guy who fucked up. like alot of fucking guys who fucked up.#i wonder how much of this is also The Protagonist Complex #wherein we insert ourselves and go 'i would have done this better!'#because BELIEVE ME i hope i'd be far more empathetic and far more... Less That #but i don't know and i won't pretend to know #and i do wonder if some of this comes down to people not wanting to sympathise with a Bad Person because then it means they could be Bad #spoiler alert: yes. all of us have the potential to be miserable weenies.#none of us are safe.#i want to stress *potential*#please don't leap down my throat #ughghjg i'll stop. hopefully this was... Okay. i guess.#long post

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It’s here and it’s amazing! I cannot overstate how hyped I am for this project! Exalted is a fantastic and beautiful setting and the design for Exalted Essence has been fabulous.

It’s an amazing mythic fantasy world drawing from myths, legends and pop culture from all across the world, actively choosing to focus on world building that diverges heavily from medieval western fantasy. Various stated locations include cultures inspired by mixes of various places and time periods including China, India, Venice, Athens, Baghdad and a heck of a lot more.

The system that we’ve seen so far is an amazing game that runs fast and straightforwardly, rewards cool descriptors, makes convictions and bonds between characters mechanically relevant and gives every character cool magical abilities that enhance their stats and an awesome battle aura that buffs their skills, it’s also not restrictive in it’s powers for the most part, a fighty type character can totally invest in the knowledge skill and all the cool powers associated with it. There’s full social mechanics engaging in romance or rivalry (or both!) and for downtime projects like running a kingdom, navigating a wilderness, crafting and magical rituals.

The design team for this game is awesome, they’ve been incredibly cool and open while talking with fans, they’ve put in deliberate effort to avoid cultural stereotypes in their work, the art for the game includes diverse, multicultural characters, a number of women doing awesome things and several disabled characters. The design team is also majority queer, several of them even run a podcast about queer women speaking about rpgs called Bonus Experience!

The character options for this game are really rad!

Characters play as mortal heroes who've been empowered by one of the major gods or other cosmic beings of the setting who are given the power to perform magical and mythical feats in a diverse fantasy setting. It's got 10 Exalted (basically classes) each with subtypes called Aspects or Castes (basically subclasses).

Solars: Heroes with conviction to change the world powered by the Sun god they're mythic heroes and kings of light and excellence, basically most of the Avengers, Hercules, Adora, classic 'protagonist' dudes.

Lunars: Heroes who stand outside society empowered by the Moon God/ess, they’re shapeshifting warriors, tricksters and witches, think Maui, Loki and Double Trouble, the more wild card characters, explicitly trans validating with a gender fluid patron.

Dragon Blooded: Heroes born of blessed family lines empowered by the elemental dragons, passionate and numerous, basically elemental samurai, think the Avatar, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and most of the She-ra Princesses.

Sidereals: Heroes chosen by Fate, secret agents of heaven trying to create a better future with powers to forsee fate and obscure memory, like spy-thrillers with weird esoteric ninja powers, imagine if sailor moon was a spy/ninja show.

Getimians: Heroes who never were, heaven in Exalted is a bureaucracy and sometimes prophesied heroes end up edited out of destiny, returned by a rogue sidereal these heroes awoke in a world in which they were never born and their great deeds undone, now with funky quantum powers, like It's a Wonderful Life as an anime protagonist.

Alchemicals: Heroes born of metal, found in ancient tombs of the machine-titan, these heroic souls were reborn in bodies of magical metal and made to serve a community, able to incorporate magic item powers into their bodies, basically the Iron Giant meet every awesome sentient robot hero but in a fantasy setting

Liminals: Heroes born from death, resurrection doesn't work in Exalted but when someone tries you get a FMA situation where some new being is born in the body blessed by the OG death goddess with awesome ghost hunting powers and creepy body horror, think Frankenstein or FMA hommunculi, but with psychic powers and the ability to hunt ghosts in order to help protect the veil between life and death.

Abyssals: Heroes brought back from death, empowered by the ghost kings of the underworld these deathknights are empowered to become the lords of the underworld with spooky dark powers, very castlevania, vampire hunter D, and basically any gothic heavy metal album cover, not necessarily villains but it's an option.

Infernals: Heroes beaten down by the world order and empowered by the trapped titans to rebel against the world that hurt them, Punk rock kings of hell with their own final boss demon form and awesome alien powers, totally able to play a lot of villains, totally don't have to be evil, you could easily do Dante from DMC or Bayonetta.

Exigents: The exalted of any number of smaller gods and basically the homebrew Exalt, the example one is the champion of a Field God who gave up his power to empower the Strawmaiden who began cutting down an army of evil fairies like wheat. Has provided rules and guidelines for making your own exalted and their cool own powers, so you could be the champion of a god of rainbows, mice or libraries.

Exalted doesn't have proper 'race' options like D&D, if it's going to say something isn't human than it means it (Elves are called Raksha and they're vampiric chaos spirits given shape by dreams to look beautiful and terrifying for example) but you can totally play a 'mortal' with weird fantastic features; some people are beastmen so you could play a snakeperson or a catboy, some people carry the descent of spirits so you could play a character with the style of a tiefling, aasimar, genasi or weird fey character and some people just hung around faerie realms or sorcerers and were given strange mutations or powers

This game is just so damn cool. Check out the project, you can back it for 5$ and you’ll get access to the full rules text of the game, released in chunks throughout the kickstarter (Basically the full book, just without the editing, formatting and all the art) and if you like it you can bump up the pledge at any point afterwards, including after the project is over. It’s already funded several times over!

#exalted rpg #Exalted game #Exalted Essence #Long post

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heleneplays · 3 years

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not me thinking abt Helene's self-destruction years pre-oxford and thinking abt Jack and Molly taking her away from her parents to heal and to give Helene a semblance of normality and safety after all those years of putting up a persona, as a child prodigy and as the daughter of an actress and a business mogul-- after she basically went unresponsive and mute and watching with teary eyes as they see her slowly find her way in life; slowly learning how to live again and having genuine smiles and emotions--

AND OF JACK AND MOLLY VISITING HELENE DURING HER FIRST YEAR OVERSEAS, MAKING USE OF THEIR RAINY DAY FUND, SEEING THEIR GRANDDAUGHTER AS LIVELY AS SHE CAN BE, THRIVING IN THE ENVIRONMENT, AND EXCHANGING LOOKS OF KNOWING AS SHE TALKS ABOUT THIS ONE GIRL, BEING A GENIUS ACADEMIC RIVAL AND AN ABSOLUTE BADASS OF A WOMAN--

and of them meeting María later, Jack knowing this girl has her own hidden demons, but trying to give his trust anyways because she makes Helene alive-- and Molly forseeing that whatever the two will have, it's going to be a bumpy ride, but knowing the Helene & María will have their own way of finding each other in whatever capacity goes in the future--

and of María, feeling awkward and weird from this family of very warm people, envying the closeness but somehow. SOMEHOW. Feeling as if she's a part of it BUT not being able to process it for the moment, because she's still haunted by her past. And Helene notices, because why shouldn't she? and giving her a small squeeze on the hand, three parts comforting, four parts gratefulness for her coming with anyways, and María getting hit with the realization that oh no. Something's happening right now and I don't want to process this.

and basically, Jack and Molly giving their blessings to the two, even if they don't realize it yet; and leaving with 0 regrets bc whatever happens will happen-- but knowing the two will be intertwined by fate, no matter how far they are from one another--

BECAUSE WHEN YOU'VE GOT A HISTORY AS STORIED AS THEM, THERE'S JUST A PART OF YOU THAT JUST KNOWS

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that is so valid like istg the first 2, maybe 5 seasons were genuine good tv and character building, if it ended on swan song, spn would have achieved an iconic cultural status like the x files or twin peaks

Bold claim for a show that had paris hilton as a murderous entity and an episode where the monster is a room full of both cgi and live bees — but genuinely if you're careful about which episodes you watch and also construct inside your own mind a version of the show that is objectively good then it's absolutely iconic television.

What gets me about spn is that we could have had it all! The concept of the show is truly god-tier; the family drama, the back alley Americana, kerouac with ghosts, faith and guilt and loyalty — the idea of isolating hyper-masculinity vs the oppressive ties of blood-family vs the family (and the self) you build by choice, it's good! It's actually good!!

Like in the early seasons when it's Dean as this young man who is crushed by obligation, who grew up in a supremely dysfunctional family and hasn't been able to escape, who has no faith in anything, especially not himself and who absolutely and unequivocally believes he is going to die young and that his life is worthless except in that he can save others — setting out to find his father out of this sense of duty, with his brother who betrayed him by saving himself. The concept of Dean's character makes me insane, especially when you contrast his hyper-masculine persona with the deeply hurt man he is on the inside. But also like! Early seasons Sam makes me crazy! He made it out! But he was marked by fate from his birth — early seasons Sam is a tragic hero — every choice he made was a fallacy, because the fates had doled out his lot before he was born. If they had really leaned into the doomed seer angle à la Kassandra in the Agamemnon, able to forsee destruction but not able to prevent it, bearing the weight of extra-human knowledge...plus! The fact that he has to grapple with the idea that he isn't entirely human and is 'stained' by blood from an event which culminated in the death of his mother, blood-guilt and furies, fate and prophecy, what they needed was someone who was rabidly into greek tragedy on the writers' team and Sam would have been the best character on the show (it's Dean though).

Anyway I feel like I've shamed myself enough so I won't go on, but unfortunately the brain worms are such that I don't agree that the show should have ended at s5 bc I have loving Castiel disease & I actually like his later season arcs, the brain rot is chronic alas

#everyone avert your eyes i cant believe im posting this i cant believe im thinking this #spn #just fucking mush up in my noodle #asks #anon #goodbye followers it was nice knowing you #mutuals I'm not sorry xoxo

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So this could absolutely change because I keep going back and forth on how old I want Lyra to be and whether I want her to be close with any of the other Black cousins, but I just had a thought that absolutely broke my heart.

I've mentioned that Lyra is a seer who gets visions... Well recently I'd been toying with the idea of her being close to Sirius and Regulus... And then the thought struck me of it being entirely possible for her to forsee their fates and there being nothing she could do about any of it.

Seeing Regulus try to do the right thing and stealing the locket, but dying before it can be destroyed... Seeing Sirius thrown in Azakaban for a crime he didn't commit, seeing him later die at Bellatrix's hand... The unfairness and tradgedy of it all would break her poor heart, just as it's now broken mine.

For real my friend, going back and forth on the head-canons and decisions for one’s characters is something I can more than relate to. I think I finally have my head-canon for their wand contents nailed down but it’s just one detail among many that changes with the season.

Lyra forseeing the fates of the Black brothers is just so absolutely devastating and entirely genius. Imagine if she could see Sirius imprisoned for betraying the Potters and killing all those people...and not see whether or not he was truly guilty? Imagine if she couldn’t see whether or not Regular was still in Voldemort’s employ? I live for the “seeing the future” trope when it’s horridly inaccurate and without painfully necessary context. “Because Amy read it in a a book...and now, I have no choice.”

#Harry Potter #Harry Potter OC

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end of the year asks (not that this year is real): 12, 14, 15,

12. What was your favorite movie of the year?

thankfully, i have kept a list! and i’ve only just recently updated it, so ah! i don’t have to rely on my shitty memory. *puruses list* *does not remember watching half of the movies* hmm.

y’know what? Train to Busan (부산행, Busanhaeng) (2016) is the clear winner. it was an amazing zombie movie and an amazing “people are, ultimately, good” movie, and just a damned good movie in general.

14. Favorite new TV show?

this year was the year of kdrama, so let’s not act surprised when it’s a kdrama. although i’m having more trouble picking a favourite here, because there were a bunch i thoroughly enjoyed and that have stuck with me.

okay so My Country: The New Age (나의 나라, Naui Nara) (2019) left a deep mark in the old little brain, although while watching it (the first time because, yes, i rewatched it), I’d get lost in the convoluted backstabbing and plotting, and a bit bored. so i can’t say i loved it with every fibre of my being. and yet i love it. (also, *coughcough* bang-won is just hnggg.)

but Fated to Love You a.k.a. You Are My Destiny (운명처럼 널 사랑해, Unmyeongcheoreom Neol Saranghae (2014). omg. i just. i adored this show. adored it. it made me so happy. it was funny and ridiculous and over-the-top and then my emotions but it was such a wonderful soft, comforting thing to watch, and i needed that.

but then The Slave Hunters (추노; Chuno) (2010).sweet lord. it just destroyed my emotions. i was shipping like i haven’t shipped in years. i was invested. and then the sad bits? i still cannot.

but y’know? also? Ozark (2017-present)? it was a daily date with my mom. it was enjoyable. good memories of us both being all “ozark time? ozark time!”

and you know what else? Russian Doll (2019)? fucking amazing.i loved every single second of it. it felt so refreshing.

but you know what else? Watcher: Puppet History (2020) is a joy and a delight and it has a little blue puppet professor and yes, i have the songs on my ipod.

but there’s also Story of Yanxi Palace (延禧攻略) (2018) which i’m still working through but i look forward to every episode.

and i’ve recently started Shine or Go Crazy (빛나거나 미치거나, Binnageona Michigeona) (2015) and the latest episode had me in stitches laughing and i love it for that. (Favourite Actor who appears in three other shows in this list is a goddamned joy and delight when he does physical comedy. And then the drama bits are just *chef’s kiss*) so i forsee myself enjoying this show greatly.

honourable mention: The Friends (THE 프렌즈) In Croatia (2015), even though i could only watch the one episode on YouTube. i watched it smack in the summer, when i needed comfort, and it had Favourite Actor and Locations I’ve Been In, so it was doubly comforting, because i could point at the screen and go “i’ve been there! i had coffee just across the street!” and it was all very familiar, and then the people in the reality show were so friendly to each other, that my poor little socially-starved brain just ate that up vicariously.

in conclusion: my heart says fated to love you but Evidence Exhibit A through C says my country.

15. Which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears?

i rooted so hard for Yoon Se-ri and Ri Jeong-hyeok in Crash Landing On You and i was even rooting for the second lead couple and i sobbed through the entire final episode (okay, i might have been...going through unrelated things as well).

but fucking Lee Dae-gil and Un-nyun (a.k.a. Hye-won) from The Slave Hunters goddamned pining for each other for years and Dae-gil just trying so hard to find her for years and years and them almost spotting each other and then him finally finding her but thinking it’s too late, she’s married and happy (she’s neither), so he fucking breaks down sobbing in the street like a broken child hurt me in so many ways, god, i’m not okay. i even had to text-flail at @seschat at one point because i. could. not. handle this shit. and then and then the man just fucking joins up with his not-enemy-anymore because they both want to keep the same girl safe even though she’s falling in love with not-enemy-anymore and i just. *insert gif* you know what that is? growth. and as you can tell from that run on mess of an answer, i am still not okay. also? i fucking learned how to make gifs for this show.

but i think the winner is My Country because it has given my little brain so much fodder for the daydream machine that has been going strong for literally a year now. oh, and, um. 68,515 words or 174 pages (and still going strong) are nothing to sneeze at. it, um. it’s a lot. there is a lot. it definitely wins the “most time and attention” prize.

#ask box adventures #reasons why seschat is awesome #things you might have noticed about me

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clock-corpse · 3 years

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Till Death Do Us Part

The soft chirps of bats outside can be heard as Sakuya lays in her Mistress’s bed, whilst in the cold yet warm embrace of her lover. Remilia lightly purrs into her servant’s neck as she scratches her scalp with her free hand, thoroughly enjoying the silent yet intimate company.

As Remilia shifts position, Sakuya peeps an eye open to see eyes that are as red as the thread that binds them together. With that said, there has always been a question occupying the back of Sakuya’s mind ever since she entered a relationship with her Mistress.

The red string of fate is a fable told widely by romantics, telling of an unseen force in the form of a red string, that ties two people together. Thus forming a pre-destined bond that is to last until death.

Vampires are often gifted powers once they’ve undergone their horrific transformation. Remilia’s of course, being the ability to forsee and manipulate tje very threads of fate themselves. Able to weave them to her own selfish desires as she pleases.

With that in mind, would the wicked princess be so bold to manipulate the fate of the very woman she loved? To what lows would such a horrid monster stoop to? To toy with the hearts of human women only to tear into their hearts and devour them whole?

Truly, only a beast just as vile could love another, no? Then who’s to say that beast wouldn’t willingly let herself be molded and manipulated by the fanged monster? Letting herself become intoxicated as the monster claws and bites at her skin, leaving her wanting more.

For better or for worse, these two are undoubtedly meant for each other. Not strings, but barbed chains bind the two lovers together, and Sakuya knows as ferocious as her heart is, those chains are waiting to snap and sever her fragile human body beyond repair. Thus, death do them part.

#time flows onward #novels #cruentusscarlet #I DIDN’T PLAN FOR VALENTINES SO HAVE THIS INSTEAD #i’m sure Yotsu won’t mind me borrowing Remi like this #ya they’re making out and maybe some other couple activities #like yahtzee #all up to you #i’m not too confident abt this but ey #i wanted to give something while Remi is still on hiatus

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Just some random thoughts about Fate, Choices, the Stars and the Moon.

“Do you believe in fate?” asked Remus.

They were lying on the ground next to the lake, the wind causing waves to ripple across the surface of the water. Remus’ head was in Sirius’ lap, those golden curls moving with every gust of wind, brushing against Sirius’ fingers.

He blinked at the suddenness of the question, one finger tracing the edges of Remus’ collarbone. “Fate?”

“Yeah.” Remus blinked up at the sky; the light made the flecks of copper in his eyes glow gold. “Fate. Or whatever you want to call in. The planets, astronomy, God’s Plan - “

“The stars and the moon.”

Remus cracked a smile. He looked radiant when he grinned, like something had cracked and all the light inside of him was released. “The stars and the moon. Whatever.”

Sirius shrugged. “I mean. Pretty shitty cards that we’ve been dealt in that case.”

Remus slapped Sirius’ hand, where it had steadily been inching lower and lower over his chest. He pinned it against himself, so that Sirius could feel the pounding of Remus’ heart underneath his fingertips. “But that’s just it. Is our future determined? Like...like a road? Do we actually get to choose how our life is going to work out?”

Sirius laughed. “Wouldn’t that be great, if we could determine how our life would be?”

“Can’t we though?” Remus argued. “Does our choices dictate our lives? Or do our lives dictate our choices?”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ. You are being philosophical today, aren’t you?”

“It’s not me being philosophical per say, it’s just…” Remus gestured wildly. “Are we actually responsible, for anything that we do? Is it our fault how we turn out?”

Sirius paused, his hand stilling where he had slipped it up Remus’ shirt. He paused, fingers brushing the edge of a lumpy, raised line carved into Remus’ skin. “I hope we are responsible,” he said, his voice bitter. “Because...because I can’t live with the knowledge that Fate is this fucked up.”

Remus sat up, grabbing Sirius’ hand, intertwining the fingers until their palm was pressed against each other’s. “Is it though? Without these scars, maybe I wouldn’t have met you. Maybe we wouldn’t be...us.”

“And maybe you would have,” Sirius argued. “Because we choose the type of people we love, right? Scars and all.”

Remus shook his head, chuckling. He slumped back against Sirius, head resting against his shoulder; Sirius’ eyes were drawn to the small patch of skin that showed just between his shirt and his pants. Even that small strip of flesh was scared, white flecks like stars against Remus’ tanned skin. “Don’t worry, Re,” he murmured. “I love you. Scars and all.”

“You don’t find this amazing, though?” Remus flung his arms out, his shirt sleeves slipping down his wrists. The skin there was scarred too, raised slashes and soft curves. “Them. These people.”

Sirius raised a brow. “Are you high, Moons?”

“Oh shut up.” Remus rolled his eyes. “See? There are billions of people in this world, billions. And they live and die and laugh and love and they all have their own wonderful, fucked up lives. Everyone of them, each person has their own story. And you will never see them again, and they will never see you, but for this one moment, this one blink of an eye their story crosses over yours. They become a part of your present and a part of your future. And some of them leave deeper marks on the pages and some of them are barely ink splotches but they’re yours now. And you’re theirs. They are characters in your story, Sirius.”

Sirius blinked. “Right,” he said. “You are definitely high.”

“But Fate - “

“Don’t talk to me about Fate,” Sirius said, his voice flat. “Because if there is such a thing as Fate, it’s bullshit. Was it ‘Fate’ that I was born with Dark Magic? ‘Fate’ that my mother is a raging psychopath? ‘Fate’ that I’ve been tortured so badly that I couldn’t walk for 2 weeks? Because if that’s ‘Fate’ then I don’t want it.”

“But maybe Fate lead you to me,” Remus said, his voice quiet.

Sirius fell silent. He could hear Remus breathing next to him, the steady, even sounds like waves beating the cliffs over and over again. How many nights had he fallen asleep listening to these sounds, the quiet reassurance that Remus was there. How could he describe the feeling, like a rope tied under his chest, something taut yanking him towards Remus.

Sirius took a deep breath. “So what. You’re saying that we have no choices? That everything is dictated out for us?”

Remus shrugged. “I don’t know. It was just an idea.”

Sirius nodded, slowly. He stood, pulling Remus up next to him, staring deep into his eyes. “And you think that we can read into the future? Forsee it?”

“Sure,” whispered Remus. His voice was breathy, eyes fluttering shut as Sirius traced his fingers over Remus’ back. “Whatever you say.”

Sirius smirked, bringing his mouth close to Remus’ ear. Up close he could see the golden strands in Remus’ hair, the way the light made it glow and shine. He brushed his lips against the shell of Remus’ ear, making him shiver. “Remus.”

Remus closed his eyes. “Yeah.”

Sirius laughed. “Forsee this.”

And with a shove, he flipped Remus over his arm, sending him spiraling into the lake.

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Characters: Pyotyr Ilych (Male Duskwight Elezen Warrior of Light), Y’shtola Rhul

Rating/Warnings: PG (Mentions of Violence and Death)

Summary: Pyotyr considers the ramifications of the battle for the fate of the First, and the marks it has left upon his soul. Written for ffxiv write 2020 prompt #14. Spoilers for the Shadowbringers MSQ.

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Pyotyr Ilych, Warrior of Darkness, had much to consider. The identity of the Crystal Exarch. The strange and wondrous sight of the ancient city of Amarout, and the combination of fear and of longing, and of mourning for something lost, or stolen, or forgotten, that suffused his chest when he remembered those tall spires. The last words of Hades, of Emet-Selch.

But for now, he focused on his hand, held above him, fingers splayed, as he leaned back in a chair at his kitchen table, in his quarters at the pendants. For a long moment, he held it there, staring at the back of those long, delicate, fingers as if the pattern of scrunched skin on his knuckles might unlock the secrets of creation.

He was only barely roused from his reverie by a knock at the door.

"Come In!" he called, still looking at his hand. The door opened to admit his fellow Scion, Y'shtola Rhul, lately known as Master Matoya of the Night's Blessed.

She looked at the Elezen splayed out on the chair before her, hand in the air, and cleared her throat delicately, "Are... you quite alright, Pyotyr?"

"Oh!" Pyotyr shook his head, as if snapped out of a dream into waking, he lowered his hand quickly, tugging his garments into places as he rose from his chair, "Y'shtola! Come in, Come in! What a pleasant surprise, I thought you were on your way back to Slitherbough!"

"I was planning to be," Y'shtola said, taking the proffered invitation and sweeping into the room, "But I decided I'd best stock up on certain reagents and research materials before I returned, and the markets won't have all of them ready until the morrow."

Pyotyr smiled, "So, one more day in the Crystarium, and you choose to spend a part of it with me? You honor me."

Y'shtola smiled back, with a bit of a sigh, "None of that, now, Pyotyr. You're one of my dearest friends, and I hadn't seen you in years, and only days ago, I thought we might lose you forever."

Pyotyr grinned, "But I am here, and feeling better than ever. Available to brew a potion, heal a wound, slay a monster, or discuss aetheric theory with a dear friend over a cup of tea. Shall I pour you one?" He walked breezily over to the stove, where a kettle had indeed just begun to pipe, and began bustling about grabbing a pair of cups and a small tin of tea leaves from a nearby cupboard.

"Tea sounds wonderful," Y'shtola said tentatively, sitting down at one of the small but sturdy wooden chairs at the kitchen table, smoothing her skirts, "but are you sure?"

"What, sure I want tea?" Pyotyr said, without looking back, focused on packing the leaves into their tea balls, "Of course I am. We've spent too many nights at the Rising Stones poring over old tomes together over a cup for you to doubt that, haven't we?"

"No," She said with a sigh, "Are you sure you're alright? You looked rather distracted when you came in."

Pyotyr turned, now carrying two cups of steaming hot beverage on a small platter, and he smiled a small sad smile as he bought them to the kitchen table, setting one in front of Y’shtola, taking the other in his hands as he sat down beside her.

"Hm," he mused, "I suppose that is a fair question. And a hard one to answer. I feel... physically fine. Without the weight of that extra aether, I feel as light as feather. Yet, I feel more solid, more real, than I ever have before. It... sounds strange, but I feel like there is more of me."

Y'shtola took a sip of her tea, a thoughtful look on her face, "More? Yes, your aether looks repaired, but also... stronger. More solid. I suppose in some ways, you are... more."

"But," she continued, "I have a feeling that isn't all there is to it, is there?"

Pyotyr took his own sip of tea, then nodded at her, "Your instincts have always been sharp, my dear Miss Y'shtola."

He let out a long breath, and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing, "When I say I feel like there is more of me, I find myself... somewhat terrified at what that might mean."

"Terrified? You have always been one the bravest, most steadfast persons I know. I know people change, but I cannot forsee that changing about you too soon."

Pyotyr smiled softly, "You flatter me, Y'shtola. But.... no, for whatever I am, I will continue to be loyal to the Scions, a defender of Eorzea as long as people of good will inhabit her land. But... I am, or thought I was, Pyotyr Ilych, Son of Vylbrand, Scholar, Scion, Alchemist, Doctor, and Friend. It was all I ever aspired to be, even if the tides of war and fate have swept me up into larger things than I ever dreamed of as a Limsan street rat."

"Emet-Selch," he continued, after another sip of tea, "seemed to recognize me as someone. I'm still not sure if he wanted me to desperately be his old friend, or hated with all his might that I might be his old friend."

"The possibility of reincarnation has been considered by scholars and believed in by many societies over the years," Y'shtola said, "But most of them believe you are who you are in the present. No matter how you reincarnated, or if you reincarnted, you are still you."

"Perhaps," Pyotyr said, "But It is strange to know who else you might have been... who else you might be, when you never expected to be anyone else... and beyond that. Ardbert."

"He was a part of you," Y'shtola said, a small acknowledgement, a nod of the head.

"Yes. My shard, my counterpart, here on the First. Whoever Emet-Selch recognized, we were both parts of him. And now Ardbert is part of me. Our souls are rejoined, parts of the person who Emet-Selch used to know."

Pyotyr drained the rest of his teacup before continuing, "And now I wonder. Where does he end and I begin? Shall I find myself possessed of that bravado? Of that desperation? Shall memories and thoughts of Braden and Lamitt and Renda-Rae and Nyelbert crowd out memories of Alphinaud and Y'shtola and Thancred and Urianger and Alisaie? And what of the person Emet-Selch knew? Now that I am closer to that person, now that I have come closer to what the Ancients were, what the Ascians are... shall I find myself forgetting myself and Ardbert alike? Will I be seized with a dangerous nostalgia for a past world? Shall I find myself wandering ruins of the past in anger and lust? Emet-Selch asked me to remember, Ardbert and his comrades deserve to be remembered as the heroes they were, and I want to. I want to remember them. I want to remember them. But I want to remember ME, too. How can I make sure I still remember me, that I am still Pyotyr, when I have had so many other people thrust upon me now?"

His hands dropped to his knees, and his face dropped with them, just a bit, as if he might be trying to hide his eyes, and he fell silent again.

Y'shtola closed her eyes for a moment, sighed, then opened then. She leaned across the space between them, and placed a hand over Pyotyr's right hand, then scooped it up gently with the other, cradling it between her palms.

"I have watched your aether closely ever since we reunited," she said, "And I watched it even back on Eorzea, before the Exarch's summons took me. I know you, Pyotyr Ilych, not just as a beloved friend, but on a very elemental level. Ever since you were able to harness the light against Hades, you have been exactly as I remember from Eorzea, only more so."

"More so...?" Pyotyr raised his chin a bit, to look at her with shining eyes.

"Your pattern shines bright against the gaps, but it always has. And it has always been your pattern. Whoever you used to be, whoever you have been joined to. Your journey has tempered you in its own way. You have gained strength. You have gained comrades. You have gained wounds and healed wounds alike. But you have always shown the qualities that shine brightest in you, the compassion, the bravery, the will to fight to protect the weak. In all those ways, You are still the man I met so long ago, in the Grotto near Summerford Farms."

Pyotyr chuckled at that, "I remember it well. Your little history lesson on the Sailor's Requiem made me feel like I was back in school, then helped me defeat that poor goobbue, then handed me a knife, spoke a few cryptic words, and left me standing there, mouth agape."

Y'shtola smiled back, "See? Just as a sweet and sassy as you ever were, Pyotyr Ilych. And in my defense, I did come back for you."

Pyotyr chuckled, "And swept me up into a world I never imagined. All because I wanted to know why some of my old shipmates had been kidnapped. Despite such strange beginnings, I can't say I would have traded any of it for the world. Thank you, My Mysterious Cultured Conjurer, for noticing such an unlikely adventurer."

Y'shtola chuckled herself at that, and squeezed Pyotyr's hand, "Unlikely or no, I can't imagine anything up until now would have gone as well as it has without you. Whatever else happens, you are still a Scion. We will be besides you, and we will always remind you of who you are: Our hero, our exemplar, and most importantly, our Beloved friend."

Pyotyr now smiled, a true, unguarded grin, as he squeezed Y'shtola's hand back in return, "Alright. You've convinced me. I'll put aside my worries, at least for now. But... I think it will be a few hours before I feel like going to bed. Would you perhaps, stay with me, My dear Miss Y'shtola? We can talk of old times, or you can tell me stories of your time here in the First."

"I can think of no better way to pass the time, my dear old friend," Y'shtola answered back.

And so they sat, the two friends, the two veterans, speaking of all the adventures they had been a part of, past and present, and even into the future, long into the night.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2020 #y'shtola rhul #fanfic

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AC: Syndicate/Captain America Drabble

He's a scrawny thing as they grow up. A heart full of courage and lungs barely strong enough to keep him going. Full of righteous fury and desperation, born of a premature birth and his father's distance.

"Fool," his sister murmurs, dabbing at his bloody lip and swollen eyes, souvenirs from yet another fight in another alley, goaded by another taunt. The light is dim, the stove barely works enough to heat the warm, medicinal milk she presses into his bruised, skinny hands, hand so like her own, yet far weaker.

On his worst days, he resents her healthy body. They were born at the same time, but she'd come first, perfectly healthy.

He came next, nearly dead and stealing his mother's life in a twisted exchange.

she is his twin though and no matter how much shakes her head clucks tongue at him full of that same righteous fury all who have been cast aside have. a woman in man world.> Look down at her at your peril, because her stringent refusal to exchange her pants for skirts mean she has a greater range of movement to kick you in the gnads and clock you in the face.

-----

Their father dies in the first war. Sort of.

He came home yes, but his mind, his soul had died, trampled in the trenches.

He doesn't drink, doesn't rage and rave like some other veterans do in the streets. He becomes quieter and quieter, and every tightening coil of rage and pain until he pops.

Jacob wonders if he was worse before they came to live with him in his small flat.

(Years, decades later, he discovers that yes, he was worse, and for all his faults, he was still just a man. A man who sent his children away, knowing he was a ticking bomb, knowing how volatile he could become, living in a neverending nightmare. A man, who tried to protect his children by sending them to his late wife's elderly parents, who sent money and medicine to try to prolong his in-laws lives.

A father who, when he could no longer deny the truth, fought his demons for the chance, for the right, to raise his children, and when he was on the brink of becoming them, fled, knowing they would chase him and leave those he loved safer.

Jacob Frye reads his father's letters and diaries, and finally, finally begins to forgive. He has too much regret already.)

Usually this rage will be released in an abrupt hurling of a book or a mug at a wall. Other times, is the sudden tightness of his voice as he excuses himself from the table, strides into his room, closes the door and punches the brick wall by his bed for hours. Occasionally it's him staying in bed for days on end, further stressing his poor daughter, who does what respectable jobs she can from sympathetic neighbors in order to try to keep both men in her life alive.

The final time Jacob ever sees it happen is the final time he sees his father.

He's taking out his temper, his inextinguishable rage from constantly being bedridden on his father. He's yelling himself hoarse, his beleaguered lungs straining more and more to provide his thin blood with oxygen and his father is winding up, tighter and tighter and he's ignoring the signs and--

Suddenly, Evie is on the floor, a large bruise already appearing on her face.

The room is silent. Ethan Frye's blank eyes begin to clear and slowly fill with horror as he looks from his hand to his daughter slowly getting up (never staying down, never), keeping herself between her other half and her sire.

Their father doesn't say a word. He slowly turns, shakily gathers his coat, his wallet and a bag, that he fills with a few clothes. He picks up his hat and slowly lurches out the door.

It closes with a quiet, definitive click.

-----

The twins are twenty years old and war has broken out once again.

The country is still raw from the last war. Buildings are still settling into their rebuilt frames and new brickwork to replace the ones that had lasted centuries, only to be blown to bits by falling bombs.

"I've been drafted," Evie breathed in his ear as they lay on next to each other on his ratty bed, listening to their neighbor's radio playing the latest patriotic tune hailing King and Country.

"...what?"

"Of a sort," she murmurs. "There was a woman at the library, a regular. It turns out she's been watching me for weeks. Said I make a good fit for British Intelligence." She smiles wryly. "Apparently the noble folk call it the 'Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare', so it's perfect for a woman."

Jacob laughs so hard he causes himself a coughing fit.

-----

Her being a woman is not the reason he stands in line at the draft office, clutching his papers. Evie can protect herself. But he can't stay in bed whilst there's the chance they send his other half (his better half, Evie would snark) somewhere that he can't follow.

They were meant to be side by side, forever. Poverty and sickness had never stopped them. The Frye Twins were indomitable together, be that scrapping up money or fighting whatever group of dog-kicking fools had earned Jacob's ire.

They deny him, of course. Even in a country seemingly determined to grab every warm body, they won't take his.

So he tries again. And again.

Evie knows of course. She doesn't approve. But she knows him like she knows herself and knows he needs this--she won't stop him.

-----

"Why do you try so hard to fight?" An old man with a German accent asks him after he's been scolded and threatened by yet another draft officer and been kicked out to the mocking chuckles and pitying looks of other, stronger men.

How can he explain the crushing fear of loneliness looming in the distance, the horror of a life of possible solitude when he's never been alone since conception? The fear that his twin may not come back, or worse, come back the same way their father did? The anger at his helplessness, the pride he feels for his sister, the longing for a destiny that he knows is greater than the one he forsees?

"Someone has to," is what he goes with instead.

The old man smiles.

-----

What Erkstine describes is fantastical, impossible, ridiculous and possibly deadly.

Jacob is immediately on board.

"This will hurt," Erkstine warns as they strap him into the coffin-like machine and eject him with pale blue chemicals.

-----

It really, really, really bloody hurts.

-----

He emerges a head taller than his twin and rippling with muscle. Men feel his chiseled chest and bulging biceps, murmuring to each other in awe.

She pushes her way to the front, ignoring caustic glares at her audacity. She clasps his arm and smirks mischievously. "Looks like you hit a growth spurt, brother."

His straightened and dazzling new teeth gleam in the spotlights of the lab. "Jealous, sister?"

"Hardly," she scoffs, trying to cover the glimmer of tears welling in her eyes at the sight of her healthy, happy alive sibling. "Muscles wither, dear brother, but I was still first."

"By four minutes! That doesn't even--"

Gunshots ring out.

-----

Erskine is dead, the formula to creating a thousand great knights is lost with him.

The higher-ups are furious. They debate his fate in front of him, acting as if he isn't even there. To him, he is a low-blood expensive pet project that they can never recreate. He has little to no formal training, comes from Whitechapel, of all places...he is socially worthless.

-----

On one hand, they give him a knighthood for his service to the Empire--Good job they seem to say. You didn't die the ethically dubious dangerous experiment in service to the country.

On the other hand, they dress him up in a cheap costume designed to look like a modern day knight, color it red, white and blue, and use him as a propaganda symbol. Sir Britain they call him, putting his cowled face on posters encouraging people to buy war bonds and sign up for service. He stars in commercials, gives pre-written speeches on the radio.

He hates it. He hates it even more when they fly him out near the front and have him pose with real troops, like his very presence will help fill empty stomachs and block bullets.

It's on one of these trips near occupied Poland that he hears more about the about the mysterious Hydra group, who murdered Erkstine, who controls the Nazis. He hears about whispers of another group that controls even them, one centuries old. He hears about how an entire regiment is captured by Nazis wielding futuristic, Asimov weapons.

He hears about the three ESO agents were with the regiment and how while one was found dead, the other two, a Polish man and an English woman, are missing, presumably captured.

He demands to know the woman's name, feeling the twisting in his gut that already knows. They hem and haw before they finally admit her identity.

Evie Frye.

-----

He doesn't know how to fly a plane.

Luckily, the angry Scottish mechanic, fired for having dared point out the head engineer was letting shoddy work go through, for speaking up despite being a woman, does.

"Names Agnes Macbean," she yells over the racket of the old two-seater's engine. "Ain't this a way to go out, eh? Sticking it to the Nazis!"

-----

It is embarrassingly easy to sneak into the Hydra base. He's so much faster and stronger than the average man now, and the brass knuckles certainly help.

Most of the men he finds imprisoned but Evie isn't with them.

Instead, he finds her in a lab straight out of a pulp novel, full of blinking lights and needles with strange chemicals.

(Nazis and military officers would say they decided to experiment with a version of the serum on her because it worked so well on Jacob, and genetically speaking, there was no one on earth as similar to him than his twin.

Jacob and the men who were imprisoned would say they used her first because it was she who rallied them into rousing chants of defiance, who, when backhanded by a sneering soldier, proceeded to blind him with her own spit blood, knee him in the groin, and headbutt him unconscious.)

She's only half-conscious when he pulls her from the chair, but she's still a crack shot and able to hold her own beside him as they fight through soldiers, elites, and a strange, powerful Hydra officer known only as Roth.

-----

Afterwards, the higher-ups give him training and his own elite squad. It's as much a punishment as it is a reward: he's no expert fighter, and his what he's allowed to pick isn't what's considered the cream of the crop.

To him, it's perfect.

He gets three ESO agents: Evie and two men: one, a Ned Wynert, is rumored to have run a corner of England's black market prior to the war breaking out. The other, Robert Topping is a fast-talking former bookie and carnie, with a penchant for ridiculous hats and getting through nearly any lock.

Agnes is brought on as the team's engineer and mother hen and she quickly gains some assistants in the form of former street urchins: a clumsy lad named Nigel and a sly, cunning young code-cracker named Clara.

They get a discharged soldier named Abberline, who is as honorable as he is resilient. A couple of brothers, Billy and Dennis Strum, children of Jamaican immigrants and expert riflemen. Durand Boucher, a beast of a Frenchman with delicate fingers and talent for explosions.

They're the diamonds in the rough, the unappreciated and overlooked. Some, jokingly, mockingly, call them the Knights of the Crooked Table.

Jacob Frye, Sir Britain himself, calls them his Rooks, to his sister's audible dismay.

Mission after mission, fight after fight, the Rooks succeed. Bases are raised, no-man lands taken. Sir Britain is a whirlwind on the battlegrounds, wielding pistols and knuckles, his arms covered in gauntlets made with a rare, unbreakable metal and painted with the flag of the Motherland. Evie is at his back, sometimes with her own pistol and throwing knives, other times crouched in a tree for days on end, guiding and clearing the way with her sniper rifle. Robert wears such bright clothing that he's practically invisible when he forgives them to sneak into enemy territory, Ned is able to self-talk and turn many a soldier with the promise of money for intelligence. Agnes can turn even military rations palatable, and hotwire Nazi trucks with a speed the belies her large frame. The brothers are crack shots at impossible distances, Durand, capable of turning nearly anything into a bomb. Abberline is a long-suffering sort who gets along swell with Evie, and has a poorly hidden soft-spot for Clara and Nigel.

They are an unstoppable team.

But Hydra grows ever more powerful. A man by the name Red Skull looms like a spector, guiding the war like one would a chess match. The elites of Nazi appear with incredible armor and weapon that are difficult to defeat, nearly impossible to reverse engineer, and glow an insidious gold.

Jacob is grim, but he isn't worried. He has his team, he has his fists. He has his twin. Everything else can be overcome.

-----

And then...there's the train.

The Hydra weapons. The elite soldiers guarding the dangerous cargo. Him nearly getting killed, only to be saved as Evie fires with unerring accuracy.

The golden beam nearly tearing the train in two, the force sending his sister tumbling out.

Trying to reach for her, straining as she dangles from the side of the train over the mountain pass--

The snap as the bar gives way.

And the sight of his sister, his twin, his other half, tumbling like an errant leaf into the snow, hundreds of feet below, becoming nothing more than a black dot, then disappearing altogether, like she never existed.

He doesn't remember if he screamed her name. He probably did.

(Honestly, he had probably stood there gaping in horror instead of doing something, instead of lunging after her, following after like he'd done all their lives. Like he should have done. Like it was supposed to be.

He thinks this because there are many moments where he should have said something, where he wants to scream...and doesn't, too overwhelmed, too broken:

The first time he woke up in a new century, taken from his frozen coffin by a mysterious Brotherhood.

The first time he realizes that everyone he knows is dead.

The time when he goes to the British History Museum and discovers monuments and exhibits to him...and only him. His friends, his family, his Rooks, his sister...regulated to footnotes.

And of course the moment that he fights a deadly assassin on a rooftop in the dead of night, one who killed a member of the Brotherhood he will call his own. An assassin just as strong and as fast as he. An assassin who goes by many monikers the world over, the bogeywoman of the Creed:

The Creed Killer. The Winter Huntress.

Well, no. That's a lie. He does say something.

In that moment where he fights this impossibly skilled assassin of assassins, when he struggles against the strength and tricks contained within her left, silver arm. When he knocks her mask off, and the face looking back at his is achingly familiar and as improbably young as his own, covered in a legion of freckles and holding artic blue eyes in a too blank face.

He does speak then.

"...Evie?"

"...who on earth is Evie?")

-----

The eventual battle with Roth, with Red Skull is a blur. He fights with that same raging fury in his heart, but he still feels...empty. Cold. Even seeing Roth try to harness the power of the mysterious golden artifact, only for it to overwhelm him and wreath him in ethereal flames draws only a grim satisfaction from him.

It's when he is behind the controls of the futuristic plane holding legions of bombs capable of turning all of America to ash that his thoughts crystallize with abrupt clarity.

One Frye died to the cold and ice. It's only fitting that the other should as well.

Or blazing fire, should the bombs go off on impact.

Either way, he'll be going home.

The water rushes in, the cabin shudders and he welcomes the piercing darkness with a smile on his face.

#Crossover #AC Syndicate #Marvel #Ubisoft #drabble #The Frye Twins #Evie Frye #Jacob Frye #Jacob becomes Sir Britain #Evie still becomes an assassin #sort of

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