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ma1dmer · 6 months

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Elden Ring - Godrick The Grafted NSFW

loser fuckers come here pspspspsps

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he probably isn't much for aftercare, but he will stroke your hair and tell you you are his and only his, its the small amount of affection he feels like offering you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): ........honestly the jokes write themselves in this, i am so sorry

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): probably has a breeding kink, he’d growl lowly in your ear about making you his proper consort and you giving him an heir whether your body can give him one or not, he still tries and fantasises about it and who knows if you can’t have children yourself he might find a way to help you with that

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): the fact he likes to be praised, its something he is ashamed of, why would he need the words of someone so beneath him , to feel good, its absurd

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): with how hated he was i don’t think he has a lot of experience so he ends up being very eager and having a lot of pent up tension, every moan you make is music to his ears and a stroke to his ego, he doesn’t need experience when he is as great as he is

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he doesn’t have a specific one in mind, ends up manhandling you around and switching up between several positions

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he would probably think you mock him, he’d wrap his hand around your throat and ask you what exactly you think is so funny

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): probably hairless at this point with all that grafting

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he isn’t much for romance but he does shower you with gifts, cloaks and jewelry ,some bloody some still warm from the bodies he has taken, but he tries

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i think he would probably enjoy being watched, showing you exactly how he likes to be pleasured so you can do the same

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): praising, dirty talking, choking, size kink etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): shameless, if he wants to have you somewhere he will have you, let everyone watch and hear for all he cares

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): it doesn’t get much to rile him up, usually some praise does the trick with him, he’ll have you pinned on a wall and kissing you with no shame about who might see you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): there isn’t a lot he wouldn’t try especially in the beginning

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he loves having you on your knees, him on his throne, in his rightful place and you servicing him, his hands guiding your mouth over him and he is surprisingly soft in these moments, being gentle even as he uses your mouth, letting you set most of the pace, only speaking praise when you are like that

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): rough and almost desperate, he holds onto you and moves you against him like a doll, chasing both of your orgasms

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan, it will stroke his ego that you want him so much that you seek him out ,but he is busy and wants to take his time ravishing you

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): definitely has a thing for pushing boundaries, encouraging you to try out new things that come to him in a whim in the throes of pleasure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he has a lot of stamina and a lot of pent up energy , he wants you limping and sore after you two are done

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): probably doesn’t really get the point, you have him what else would you need, he gets petulant like a child

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a fan of teasing, doesn’t have the patience for it, but he does like degrading you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he probably talks a lot , praises you and degrades you all in the same breath

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being slightly into body worship surprisingly, he’ll have you laid out and trace his hands all over your body slowly and methodically messaging his fingers deep in your flesh his eyes appraising you closely

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i think he is big, however if thats his actual cock or not, is up for you to decide

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): when he has a partner his sex drive is high, almost making up for the time he hasn’t had someone to please him

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he needs you to hold him so he can fall asleep, his head on your lap playing with his hair and stuff

#godrick the grafted #Godrick x reader #Godrick smut #Godrick the grafted smut #Godrick the grafted x reader #elden ring smut #elden ring x reader #elden ring #.writing

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hobartsaglet · 1 month

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Let’s talk about Foggy Nelson

TL;DR- if you’re gonna kill him off, make it more compelling.

Chase ranting under the cut:

TW: mentions of g-ns, bl00d, getting sh@t, c@ncer, gr!ef and l@ss

God, the news about cutting Foggy’s role in Born Again short makes me and so many other fans devastated.

I was shocked by these set picture, because Deborah’s face is bloody and it looks like Elden on the ground. And why does it have to happen in front of Josie’s, of all places! That’s so so fucking heartbreaking if what I think happens will happen.

Fuuuck.

I first watched the series just over a year ago, and I instantly connected with Foggy. He’s not one of the big beefy guys beating the snot out of each other on screen. He doesn’t have any radioactive superpowers, he doesn’t know how to fight (unless he has a softball bat), and he could use some work with his Spanish.

But god, I’ve never felt so warm around another character.

He’s kind, he’s a servant heart, he loves unconditionally, and dammit, he loves food! I’ll never forget how hard I cried over the scene of him and Matt in college- sure, it’s a rarity to see Matthew so happy, but it’s even more meaningful that Foggy is there. He’s been by Matt’s side since the day they met. And god, if that isn’t some rugged loyalty, I don’t know what is. Matt treated him like garbage, especially in season 2, season 3, and Defenders, and yet Foggy stays because he just loves his best friend. He wants the best for him.

And so this choice by the Born Again writers, to just throw it all away, seems so cheap.

For people who know me and how I write, I know I’m no better when it comes to killing off characters. I’m not opposed to Major Character Death. But this choice, this way of killing him off seems careless, given the impact he has on the show (and not just his emotional influence. Foggy is part of the reason why Matt does all he does).

Foggy can still be killed off and given a dignified death. I don’t care if the writers killed him off for shock value. Dardevil was never a shock value type show.

Fine, we kill him off.

It makes no damn sense to shoot him on the side of the street, getting it over with in a 2-minute scene.

(Let’s assume that this is what they plan to do, for the sake of what I’m trying to say.)

It’s called Daredevil: Born Again, right?

Rebirth is fucking painful. Sure, so is a gunshot wound to the chest. But so is knowing your best friend is dying and you can do Jack. Shit. about it.

A huge struggle for Matthew is the way he’s constantly fighting tooth and nail for control. Knowing your best friend is dying of cancer (as he suffered in the comics), slowly waning away and there is not a thing you can do about it would hit him so hard and make him lose himself (His metaphorical Death). And he’s trying to hide it all.

Throughout the show, Foggy is there, playing his usual part, but we all have this sense of loss, knowing he won’t be here for much longer. Around the climax of the show, maybe even the finale, it’s time.

For fans of the OG show, we all remember Foggy’s way with words. We remember how he talked down the gang members in the hospital and saved lives. We remember how he had the guts to stand up to Reyes on multiple occasions. We remember his prowess in the courtroom, just as equally matched as his best friend.

So I think Foggy should be the catalyst for Matthew to be Born Again. I think some of his final words are going to make him remember himself.

(And this is not to romanticize cancer in the slightest, and if I were to write this out in full, Foggy’s struggles would be real as they could get. Sending love and empathy to those battling with cancer and those who have lost loved ones. My heart is with you.)

That’s how to make Foggy’s death significant and impactful to his place in Matthew’s life and the narrative.

As Charlie Cox once famously said,

“Foggy Nelson is the beating heart of Daredevil.”

And it would be a damn shame to stop it so soon.

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(Thanks to @kutpot who helped kickstart this whole rant)

#netflix daredevil #daredevil #daredevil born again #born again #foggy nelson #matthew murdock #mattfoggy #born again critical #mcu critical #mcu criticism #rant post #save daredevil #save foggy nelson #charlie cox #elden henson

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dragonfire2lm · 20 days

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Silly little Elden Ring headcanons and ideas

I want to work on my fanfics, don't get me wrong, I really do, but life (and sudden anxiety that hit my like one of those hero's grave chariots back in 2023 and I'm still doing my best to manage it, anxiety sucks so damn much), has meant that I just haven't had the mindset or energy to write. A shame, I have a couple of ideas though, so I thought I might just post them here, maybe I'll use them in my Timeless Heretic fic series when I get back to writing it, maybe not, I don't know yet.

I have a little headcanon for my current playthrough (solo, spirit ash summons allowed, strength build), that my Idiot Tarnished is an omen sympathizer, has a crush on Margit/Morgott, and uses the Omen Cleaver because she resonates with the plight of the omen. And might also be fascinated by older incantations like crucible stuff or the beast incantations...but I don't have enough levels in faith/don't have enough deathroot to really experiment with a strength/faith build yet lol. (I kind of want reflect one of my runs in a fic at some point, at least when it comes to what weapons and build I've used to get through the game without asking my friend to help me deal with that difficultly spike once you go past Leyndell.)

I know there's a popular dynamic with my fellow Morgott fans, the one where the tarnished is the one that gets him to actually look after himself....but, imagine a tarnished who neglects basic hygiene and self-care as bad as he does. Imagine Morogtt really getting to know this little idiot tarnished who's just as bad at him at looking after themself that it annoys him to no end, and is a wake-up call for him at the same time. So, instead of the tarnished helping Morgott with little, everyday things, it's the Fell Omen working with the tarnished to get them looking presentable, to get them to stay fed and hydrated. Both of them learn to look after each other and find joy in what was once something they both struggled to find the energy and motivation to do.

You know, I should write a Maliketh/Tarnished fic or something. Maliketh is a really cool character, and whenever I'm trying to calm down (because anxiety has a habit of hitting me late at night) I just imagine Maliketh just lying down on some sunny spot in his arena, or chilling out in the bestial sanctum having a nap. I dunno, the idea of this dude just chilling out, in some alternate universe where deathroot isn't a thing and Everything Is Fine or something, is just really calming for some reason.

#elden ring #morgott x tarnished #headcanon #fanfic ideas

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lastoneout · 3 months

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I try not to shame people who want to try new things creatively like I'm not one of those "just make the same thing forever even if you no longer enjoy it" people I like experimentation even when it's not my cup of tea...

But GOD the direction ymfa has taken his channel drives me insane like an AI writes his scripts, AI does all the voice over, and his fans give him music, so like what am I to assume other than he stopped enjoying making these videos and now he's putting in as little effort as physically possible to make them while keeping his audience and paycheck??

It's just like bro you have given up and it's sad as fuck, I used to get SO excited to see how he broke Dark Souls or Bloodborne or Skyrim and now it's just "what if the Top Gun guys or Bear Grillis played Elden Ring" and it's SO fucking boring!! I've never seen someone give up so completely like this. I'd legit rather he just start making something new that was still mainly his OWN work that I didn't like than just have an AI shit out a mid ass video every month.

I dont want to watch things made by people who literally couldn't even put in the smallest bit of original thought or creativity. I want stuff made by people who care enough to put in the work even if I don't like it.

Why would I watch videos he didn't even care to actually make?

#I'm salty ignore me

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thomasce · 5 days

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Project Windchill: WIP intro (Updated)

Project Windchill is the project title of an ongoing multichapter duology. Here's what you need to know!

This is the journey of Jeremy Elden - a young, previously-normal college student - to bring down the systems that oppress his newfound friends (and himself). He wasn't aware that he would belong to a community that wasn't even supposed to exist.

In the face of adversity and oppression from the powers in place, Jeremy must learn to control the new power burning through him - almost literally - as he grows to accept that the authorities in his life had no idea how to prepare him for something like this. How could they when they didn't even know a situation like this was possible? Now, he is relearning everything about the world from friends and mentors - both new and old.

Can he live up to being their chosen one? Can he be the foretold savior? Or will he crumble under the pressure? Will he fail the people he has grown to care for?

Everyone knows there are 12 months in a full year. 365.25 days to the Earth's rotation. But what if that's only part of a much bigger picture? In this world, there are 15 months, but only 5% of the world's population seems to be aware. The other 95% are sleeping away, controlled by the global powers through means that are artificial intelligence nature. Forced into a deep sleep, these people lose three months of their year to an uncontested war.

Details:

Genre: Adult speculative fiction novel

Setting: Midland, Michigan

Themes: fighting against oppression, freedom of expression, self-discovery

Content Warnings: character death, explicit and graphic depictions of violence

Features: LGBTQ+ protagonist and supporting cast, multiracial cast

Status: Draft 1 (Chapter 4/22)

Projected Release Date: TBD

Main Character

Jeremy Elden (21) - a spirited college student. His new kid status hasn't gotten him many friends in the rebellion, but his place in the prophecy definitely does.

Supporting Cast

David Marino (22) - A young man with a strange fascination - Jeremy. What started as hero worship becomes quiet endearment as he comes to realize that Jeremy is nothing more than a human disaster.

Quincy Jackson (23) - A human lie detector. They are also Jeremy's best friend, having met him in college. Jeremy never would have suspected that his friend would be expecting him to save the world.

Terry Jackson (27) - The brute force powerhouse of the Rebellion and Quincy's buffer, hotter older brother. He is the "body" to Quincy's "soul", the two being nearly inseparable despite the age difference.

Antagonists

Beelzebub (19) - A master tactician. Despite his young age, he commands the Extermination Task Force of the United States government. Though, that isn't as interesting as him being a mutant himself.

Samael (18) - A boy that burns with the fury of angels. He knows how to kill quickly and silently, just as any avenging angel should. Not that he enjoys so much death. It's a shame that he doesn't have much of a choice.

Navigation

WIP Page: TBA

Main Tag: #project : windchill

Project updates: #pro:wind updates

About the Author

C.E. Thomas is a writer with an interest in mythology and conspiracy theories. While they do not believe in these stories, they love incorporating them into their works. They write mainly for fun, as their degree is in the S.T.E.M. field.

#pro:wind #project: windchill #pro:wind updates #wip intro #writeblr intro #writeblr

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nightingale-ghost-writer · 24 days

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By the Grace Of [Sorcerer Rogier x Fem!Tarnished] - Chapter Seven

Summary: Rogier decides that when it comes to Delia, he’s willing to lay aside his reservations if he can keep her close. He also discovers something interesting, which may be well-worth investigating…

Author’s Notes: 1.3K words! Begin the fix-it, featuring (and alluding to) in-game items. 😉

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or events from Elden Ring

Warnings: abstract horror? I think? unedited (basically), unfinished story- read at your own risk!

The Hold was quiet and dull. Early in his life, he’d made himself comfortable with silence. He could go weeks, or even longer than weeks, without speaking to another soul. Oftentimes, he wouldn’t even realize how long it had been until he spoke and heard the grating of his own voice. Time always seemed to pass more quickly when traveling, though.

Had he the use of his legs, he’d be pacing right now.

But he didn’t. He could feel the Blight crawling, seething under his skin. He’d been startlingly truthful when he told Delia he was afraid to sleep. He’d slept when he returned to the Hold and he’d felt as though he had to claw his way back to wakefulness. He shut his eyes against the pain in his legs, the fear and shame in his heart.

He missed her.

He’d told himself he had to drive her away.

He’d succeeded.

He was a fool.

He wanted her to come back.

He opened his eyes. No use dwelling on any of that. Instead, he made do with the journals she’d brought him. Under any other circumstances, he’d be more than thrilled to have them.

There were collections of notes from students and teachers at Raya Lucaria academy. He skimmed those as he went. Some of it was quite banal- novice’s lists of spells, practical uses of glintstone and the like. Some of it was high-level spellcasting, promising material to return to.

There were traveler’s notes of remedies for blistered feet and aching backs. Cookbooks for various dried and cured meats, arrows, pots, and greases. He put those into a neat pile at the end of the bench.

He looked to the sack she’d left along with the notebooks. He reached out and opened it, pulling out a soft roll. He looked back to the stack of cookbooks. Some of them were crumbling. Some were packed with recipes for which the ingredients no longer existed, or which required palatial kitchens and the larders to go along.

He could sort through the books and list out what recipes she might actually be able to use.

That could be useful for her. That could atone for his careless words.

If she ever returned.

He shook that thought off before it could take root, resolving not to entertain the idea that he might never see her again. That he might have pushed her away after all.

She was steadfast. He knew it.

He would return that steadfastness.

He took a bite of the roll, eyes rolling back as he did. It was soft, fresh. When was the last time he’d had fresh bread? Where had she gotten this? Fresh anything was a rare treat, in these desolate lands. She must have paid a small fortune. And she’d shared with him. He put it down, determined to savor it. He’d take a bite after each cookbook.

He sifted through the journals she’d brought, hoping to find one empty enough to use. There were none. He eyed the stray pages she’d collected, chewing thoughtfully. He found a rather large book to rest on his lap, stacked the loose pages on it, and reached for his quill. He smiled when he realized Delia had even found him another pot of ink.

He took a deep breath. No more hiding. He opened a cookbook, dipped his quill, and began to write. He scanned the cookbook, neatly copying recipes for cured meats and throwing pots onto separate pages. When he finished, he allowed himself the promised bite of roll, relishing the way it melted on his tongue.

She would come back. He would apologize. He would let her in, no matter how terrifying the thought.

He picked up the next cookbook and a new page. Lots of arrows in this one. He’d have to ask if she even had a bow.

Another bite of roll, another cookbook. Two new sheets of paper, for boluses and greases. This cookbook seemed particularly useful. With a shrug, he allowed himself the last bite of the roll. No need to deny himself this, when he was denying the very nature he’d crafted for himself.

He brushed the crumbs from his lap, careful not to smudge the drying ink, and set out to copy the last recipes. He copied a few lines, and then stopped dead, mind catching up to what his fingers had already written.

Preserving boluses.

Alleviates Scarlet Rot buildup and cures rot.

His heart slowed, and then raced forward to make up for the lapse.

What if…

No.

He shook his head firmly. Allowing himself to be close to one person, amidst the pain and terror of a slow death? That was a reasonable enough thing to indulge. But this…

This hope was madness.

He willed himself to put the thought from his mind, but it would not go.

What would even go into such a remedy? What could possibly undo the touch of Death?

His hands had begun to shake. Slowly, carefully, he stoppered his ink pot and cleaned his quill. He set aside the pages to dry, lying them tidily in a line beneath his bench.

Out of sight, out of mind. Or so he hoped.

He reached for a set of journals. He read and re-read the same page countless times before giving up. He ate another roll. Even that delicacy could not penetrate his mind.

He was a sorcerer, not an herbalist.

But if he could just set his mind to it, perhaps he could…

He was startled from his spiraling thoughts by a shadow in the corner of his vision.

A hooded figure stood at his side, absolutely silent, face obscured by… something. He frowned slightly, hand going to his belt out of habit. But his rapier was no longer there.

He needn’t have worried. The figure reached up, casting off its hood to reveal Delia’s wolfish grin.

“Surprise,” she crooned. She spun in a slow circle, swaying her hips in a way that made Rogier’s mouth go dry. “How do I look?”

He steeled himself to tell her the truth, that she looked more beautiful to him than any other ever had. Then she stepped into the light and the words caught in his throat. Blood streaked her cheek and the dark plates over her chest. She stepped toward him, frowning, and he realized he’d reached for her unconsciously.

He ran one thumb gently over the back of her hand. It came away red, as did the finger he ran under her eye, lowering it so she could see. Her face drained of color.

“Oh,” she breathed. “That… they’re not deep.”

Rogier let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He forced himself to smile, though his eyes continued to flit over her anxiously. “Well then, you look radiantly victorious.” It was half of what he wanted to say. Baby steps. Her expression softened into a tired smile. Rogier couldn’t hold back the quip on the tip of his tongue. “But I fail to see why you feel the need to be more silent than you already are.”

She laughed at that, head thrown back as her fingers came to rest on his shoulder. He leaned into her touch.

“It never hurts to have the advantage,” she said. She sat beside him, shifting the journals over to make space for herself. “I think you’ll like what I found with it even more, though.” She reached under the cloak, arm disappearing beneath the distortion of the fabric. She withdrew her hand, holding out something Rogier had only ever dreamed of seeing.

A Black Knifeprint.

#nightingale writes #elden ring #elden ring sorcerer rogier #elden ring rogier #sorcerer rogier #rogier #sorcerer rogier x tarnished #sorcerer rogier x fem!tarnished #rogier x tarnished #rogier x fem!tarnished

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xekstrin · 1 year

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at the phase of writing where I'm like "ok. ready to go. post it." but then I go do "one more look-over" and find 10 hundred typos that I added since the last beta reader took a look at it. IM NOT TRYING TO GASLIGHT YOU ABOUT THE ELDEN RING FIC, IM JUST BEING MORE PERSNICKETY THAN USUAL, PLEASE SHAME ME IF IT'S NOT POSTED TOMORROW, I'M POSTING THIS PUBLICLY TO PEER PRESSURE MYSELF

#but you're not allowed to make fun of me if i miss a typo #idle raccoon thoughts

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reverieparacosm · 1 year

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Could I please have headcanons for what a relationship with Gideon Ofnir would be like? (F!Reader please) :D

Headcanons what it would be like to be in a relationship with Sir Gideon Ofnir

Sir Gideon Ofnir (Elden Ring) x F!Reader

Warnings: manipulation, toxic relationship, non-consensual surveillance, non-explicit implications of Smut

Note: By the way, I love your fanfictions on AO3! Finally I can use all my Elden Ring lore knowledge! It was a little hard to write headcanons for him because he has a complex personality and I wasn't quite sure how dark to portray the relationship. I hope it makes sense what I wrote. :3

Sir Gideon is a paragon of reliability and dependability, a stalwart ally who will stand with you through thick and thin, and remain steadfastly at your side, come what may

His romantic nature is evident in his belief in grand gestures, and his willingness to go above and beyond to demonstrate his deep affection for his partner

“Harken to me, fair one, and heed my words. May the celestial bodies above, in their infinite wisdom, guide you to your throne, yes, to our throne. You are only one step away from your destiny, for all you have to do is approach the Elden Ring and accept the mantle of the Elden Lord. Let us go hand in hand on a journey of discovery, where we will explore the mysteries of heresy, the laws of causality, and the tumultuous realm of chaos. Together we will learn and grow, and together we will rule over this land, as one. One great power, one true order. Let us unite as lord and lady, my love... my dear

As a knight, he is instinctively protective of those he loves, and will spare no effort to ensure their safety and wellbeing

Sir Gideon is a man of tradition, steeped in the old ways of chivalry, which dictate that he must treat his lady with respect, dignity, and honor at all times

His approach to decision-making is characterized by careful deliberation, rather than impulsive action, indicating a level-headed temperament

He can be a man of action, always eager to embark on new and thrilling adventures, pushing his partner out of her comfort zone and helping her discover new things about herself

His inclination towards intellectual pursuits is evident in his interest in studying ancient ruins and researching books, with a preference for gaining knowledge and learning. This is also something he would like to do with his partners

The prospect of exploring Liurnia of the Lakes with his partners, an area steeped in ancient knowledge, would particularly appeal to him

Sir Gideon is a patient and attentive lover, who takes great care to understand and fulfill his lady's needs and desires

Gideon can be a passionate person, and this would translate into his lovemaking, where he is fully present in the moment, making his partner feel desired and fulfilled in every way possible

He is an excellent communicator, both as a conversationalist and a listener, and his extensive knowledge and experience as a knight make him an invaluable teacher, able to guide his partner through anything, from sword fighting to horse riding

Despite his many virtues, there may be complex and multifaceted aspects to Sir Gideon's personality that could pose challenges for those in a relationship with him. These hidden, multilayered aspects of his persona are, at times, dark and difficult to navigate, and may require a great deal of patience, understanding, and compassion on the part of his partner to overcome

Sir Gideon's vast knowledge and intellectual prowess are formidable tools that he may use to steer the conversation and shape the dynamic of his romantic relationships. He is highly attuned to his partner's emotional needs and weaknesses, and may use this insight to manipulate her into behaving in a way that suits his desires. Employing tactics such as guilt, shame, or other negative emotional manipulation techniques is not beyond him

“Verily, you are fortunate to have my presence in your life. Indeed, no one other than me truly understands and appreciates your value. You shall be full of gratitude for the attention and affection I show you. Moreover, you shall fulfill everything I ask of you without hesitation or question. That is the depth of my understanding and care for you.”

Furthermore, his dedication to independence is a noteworthy aspect of his personality, which may result in a reluctance to engage in emotional intimacy in a romantic relationship, prioritizing work over love

In his pursuit of his goals, Sir Gideon can become hyper-focused and neglectful of his relationships. Though it is not apathy, he may not always express affection through gestures or kind words, due to his preoccupation with work and knowledge

“In this world of disunity and despair, I have no chamber for love. The fate of the world rests on me, truly. My work is far from complete, and I must do it with all diligence. Although I know it may be troublesome to understand, my work is the only thing that matters. At a later date, I would like to talk to you more, because I think some of my other knowledge may be of use to you. Knowledge that might be... more pleasant.”

His occasionally cynical nature and self-righteousness may make him difficult to work with, and his critical tendencies and lack of active listening skills can be obstacles to effective communication

He possesses a highly critical and sarcastic disposition, and is unafraid to express his opinions, owing to his intelligence

His unfiltered expression of his thoughts and opinions may come across as judgmental, and could potentially hurt his partner's feelings

Gideon Ofnir is also quite controlling and stubborn, which may lead him to reject his partner's advice in certain situations

A relationship with Sir Gideon may require patience, understanding, and empathy, but for those willing to put in the effort, the rewards may be great

Ascertaining the safety of his partner comes at a considerable cost

His vigilance knows no bounds, as it extends far and wide. His ever-present eyes and ears, spread all over the lands, allow him to see every detail, good or bad

He has a network of spies dispersed across the Lands Between, which enables him to keep a watchful eye on his partner's movements, even in the most remote of locations

However, should she be disloyal, he would not hesitate to send Bloody Fingers after her to capture her

#elden ring #elden ring fanfic #Headcanons #Headcanon #sir gideon ofnir #gideon ofnir #fanfic #fanfiction #elden ring gideon #gideon ofnir x reader #elden ring headcanons

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tentacleteapot · 4 months

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some of you might be aware that one of my hobbies is making playlists (I have 225 Spotify playlists at last count, only 21 of which are WIPs), especially for both my OCs and characters that I really like. as you might expect, this means I actually have a couple Elden Ring playlists and as you also might expect, they're both entirely dedicated to Rykard/Volcano Manor.

I pretty much had to make a Rykard playlist—he's such a compelling character to me, and it's a shame the Volcano Manor portion of the game doesn't last longer. I love what an interesting twist he is on the Lucifer archetype, one who went so far to defy the restrictive religious order he was meant to inherit that even his own soldiers don't support him anymore, leaving him to rely on people who join him willingly because their philosophies are compatible with those of him and his proxy leader, a wife he genuinely loves and adores. I think there's enough to explore in his story and mindset that I almost want to write a video essay about Volcano Manor someday, because it's jut so fascinating to me. the art chosen for the cover image is by Guido Mangieri, by the way—I wanted to make sure he's credited both here AND in the Spotify description.

this one is a little messier and isn't as organized or cohesive as the first, because despite the cover image I chose it's not about Lady Tanith specifically—it's meant to be the soundtrack to PVP invasions as well as just some songs that generally make me think of Volcano Manor and its characters/overall atmosphere. a lot of the songs on here are very edgy and that's on purpose, because one thing I love about Volcano Manor is the fact that while I think it's perfectly consistent and works pretty flawlessly within the wider context of Elden Ring, it is also kind of undeniably the closest thing you get to having an edgelord faction to join unless the DLC lets us sign up to become a Godskin or something. I may revisit this one someday and clean it up a bit.

I have plenty more playlists where that came from, for other things I'm a huge fan of like Revolutionary Girl Utena or Kingdom Hearts, and sometimes I make playlists for things I don't even like just because I think a character from it is interesting enough to want to explore musically. if there's any interest in seeing more of my playlists I'd be happy to post some!

#Elden Ring #Rykard #Rykard Lord of Blasphemy #Volcano Manor #Tanith #Lady Tanith #my playlists #Spotify #re: the second playlist—it’s not supposed to be uncredited fan art. I changed the image before posting this but for some reason I guess it’s #*still cached? idk maybe it’ll update soon. either way the image there is NOT supposed to be random fan art with no source.#when I changed the image I updated the playlist description to remove the source because the image was gone #and now it looks like I used somebody’s fan art without credit so that’s fun thanks Spotify

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periwinkle--daydreams · 1 month

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Baddest of the Bad: Elden Ring's Top 5 Most Evil Villains

So while I'm shifting gears and writing proper stories, I'd like to start what I hope will become a recurring "series" on this blog! Namely: villains of any given series (or an individual entry), and just how evil they are. Why? I dunno, I just always found this sort of thing fascinating! I guess as an aspiring writer who enjoys writing despicably evil villains for the audience to root against, I find it helpful to compare and contrast villains of this sort of ilk so I can emulate them with the baddies that I end up writing about.

Anyway, since I've recently beaten Elden Ring for the first time, I've got that game and its own villains fresh on my mind! So what better place is there to start, than to rank the biggest baddies haunting the Lands Between?

Just a fair warning that this isn't strictly a numbers game in terms of body count: that definitely plays a part in it though! Nor are the villains listed here all just 100% PURELY evil with no redeeming qualities. When I'm ranking villains by most evil, it's a combination of the scale of their actions, their personalities, the visceral nature of their crimes, the impact they have on the narrative... and my own personal bias. :^y Anyway, I promised a countdown, so here it is!

Number Five: Godrick the Grafted

"A lowly Tarnished, playing as a lord. I command thee, KNEEL! I am the lord of all that is golden!"

Ah, Godrick. One of my favorite characters, and one of my favorite boss fights! And one of the biggest butchering bastards you'll encounter during your journey through the Lands Between. While Limgrave isn't as outright hostile and scary as, say, Caelid or Mt. Gelmir, it's a far grimmer and bleaker place than its initial idealistic high-fantasy aesthetics would suggest. And a lot of it has to do with the vile piece of work in charge of the region.

As his sobriquet would imply, Godrick has a thing for grafting. His nasty, misshapen body is made almost entirely of limbs and muscle stolen from innocent people. Stormveil Castle, his seat of power, is stuffed to the brim with mutilated limbs and the corpses of his many victims. Context clues suggest he might even be a cannibal who dines on said limbs and corpses. And then, there are the disturbing implications that Grafted Scions, freaky, shambling, multi-limbed abominations who look worryingly childlike, were other grafting victims that were converted into his personal attack dogs.

But what really effected me most wasn't the disgusting, haunting sight of such a majestic and beautiful castle turned into this freak's slaughterhouse. It was the encounter with Roderika on my way to Stormveil that really made me want to take Godrick down. Apparently, Godrick has people willingly sacrifice themselves to him, with Roderika being one such willing sacrifice who (rightly) got cold feet and bailed, only to shame herself for her "cowardice" since she didn't want to be tortured and mutilated by a psychopath abusing the authority afforded to a man of his station. What the hell did he do to foster this sort of mindset among the general populace?! I couldn't begin to tell you, but it was the friendly chat with that lovable spirit chuner that gave my eventual fight with Godrick personal stakes.

And believe me when I say that killing Godrick was satisfying. Ignoring the fact that he's a disgusting nutcase, his death leads to not one, not even two, but three characters walking away with a happy ending. Nepheli Loux, a compassionate warrior who looks out for the weak and helpless can take the throne if you see her sidequest to the end. Likewise, she has the pompous, yet well-meaning and surprisingly open-minded Kenneth Haight helping her out. And while it may be wishful thinking on my part, I like to think that Gostoc will be less of a shifty (yet lovable) rat bastard now that he's no longer being abused and demeaned by Godrick and has someone as benevolent as Nepheli taking the reins at Stormveil. Killing him is absolutely a net positive for Limgrave, and it makes you feel that there's hope for this barren, broken world yet.

However, for as awful as a person as Godrick is, he's still at the bottom of my top 5 list for one major reason: he's honestly really pathetic. He's an incompetent leader who repeatedly overextended himself with his reckless warmongering, meaning that he has to fill his ranks with criminals and mercenaries due to the loss of so many troops. He's also a coward who has been known to run for his life, hide among civilian women, and beg for mercy after picking fights that he can't win. He's a total laughingstock in-universe, and he knows this. Why else would he be trying so hard to emulate Godfrey, THE Chad Thundercock of the setting? Why else would he convert himself into a clumsy, misshapen freakshow in a misguided attempt at becoming strong? It's pitiful and would be genuinely sad if so many people didn't have to die as a result of his insecurities.

It also helps that for as bad as Godrick is? There are definitely worse people in the Lands Between, both in terms of the scale of their atrocities, and the atrocities themselves...

#hydrox rambles #elden ring #godrick the grafted #rambling about bad guys

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esoteric-mantra-stuff · 1 year

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Ariadne and Asterius (A Champion of Embers continuation)

CW: Depictions of dead people in different states of mutilation. Not gratuitous, but still be warned. Also discussions of martyrdom and self-sacrifice ahoy.

This is a continuation of Pollux which branches off from Thanatos' ending. If you haven't read it, then this will not make sense. Sorry for the wait, but I've been really busy with school. Hopefully now that things have calmed down I can get back to writing more.

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When you wake up, you’re somewhere you’ve never seen before. There’s a constant rushing of wind in your ears, and you can feel the cold aged stone beneath you. Out of habit, you look around and expect to see your companion sleeping beside you, but the quarter-wolf is nowhere to be found. Looking behind you, you discern the erdtree in the distance. The golden light of its leaves contrasts with the reddish flames that eat away at them. The erdtree is burning at last, but it won’t last if destined death is not found. You stand up, brushing the dust from your robes. There’s only one path to follow ahead of you, and while you appreciate the straightforwardness, you can’t ignore the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach. Did Lobo go on ahead? If the plan was successful, why didn’t he wait for you to wake up? Unless… You shudder to think about it. Was Lobo consumed by the flames after all? No! This isn’t how things were supposed to go! He has to be somewhere around here. He would never just… abandon you like that. But if that’s the case, then where did he go? Before you can panic further, a quiet, slightly muffled voice calls out to you from somewhere.

“… Art thou planning on standing here until sundown?” It's Ranni’s voice. You turn around, expecting to see the witch sitting behind you, but there’s no one in sight. “Ranni?” You ask before you hear the voice again, coming from somewhere close. “I am in thine robes.” You reach into your robes and grab something small and cold. The miniature Ranni doll Lobo gave you, only this time, it's talking. The little witch adjusts her hat in your hand, not happy to have been jostled around so much. You shouldn’t be surprised by this; Ranni’s body is just a bigger version of this doll.

“Thou wert slumbering for far longer than we expected. Aster hath departeth already in an attempt to keep thee safe.” The Doll says, shifting in your grasp. You take the hint and let her sit in the palm of your hand. You let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad he’s alive, at least.” You say, but the doll in your hand doesn’t share your enthusiasm. “Alive perhaps, but not for much longer, I fear. If we do nothing, he shall becometh no more than a puppet for the flames.” You stare. The doll hides her face under the brim of her hat, but you flick it off, and it flies away with the wind. She looks… ashamed? Not the embarrassed type of shame, but that deep shame that sinks into your bones. “… Aster kneweth the danger. The Flames were dim enough that he hath a chance of taming them and having them become his. I warned him that If he were to fail, the Flames would eat away at his sanity. Tearing his soul apart to sustain themselves. He agreed to do so anyway, on the condition that I protect thee if something were to happen.”

You remember the giant you fought by the forge. The way it mangled itself in an attempt to protect the flames. Will that be Lobo’s fate from now on? Just forced to defend the embers of a fell god? You… You couldn’t allow that! “Then, what can we do?” You say, catching the attention of the crestfallen doll in your hand. ��Thy path to the Elden Throne is clear, and sacrifices cannot be avoided. Even still, is thine intent to pursue Aster, ignoring his wishes to keep thee safe?” You nod. There’s no way you’re leaving him to be destroyed like that. You chose to live, and so should your companion. To think otherwise would be ludicrous. “Lobo is still alive and fighting out there. I can’t give up when he needs my help.”

Ranni stares back. She’s cliff-faced, but you sense something stir behind her eyes. Wordlessly she puts two hands over her shoulder and pulls at something embedded between the joints. It would be horrifying if she wasn’t made of ceramic and twine. “… just as he said. Thou wouldst never abandon him. Yet t’is a duty he did not wish to forceth upon thee. That is why he hid this.” Out of her shoulder comes a golden sheen. A needle similar to one you’ve seen before, only this one is far more intricate. She pulls it out completely, feeling no pain from the removal, and extends it to you. You let it fall into your empty palm. The pale sunlight that passes through the clouds reflects off the gilded surface. “I shall admit that perhaps I underestimated thee. Even the Demi-Gods wouldst have abandoned a compatriot for lesser causes.” Ranni says, readjusting her robes. “Take the needle, and deliver Aster from his torment. Before hope withers at last….” You place it in your pack carefully. It would be unforgivable to lose this thing. “I will. Thank you… for the help.” The doll bows, and as she begins to fade away, she says. “Goodbye… my Elden Lord….” It wisps out of your hand, fading away into cold mist.

You turn around and run ahead into the crumbling city. There’s no time to waste. Your wolf is waiting for you.

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You wander through the empty chambers of Farum Azula, expecting to find the Demi-Humans that supposedly originated from here, though you mostly find their corpses. Charred and mangled, their limbs contorted unnaturally and their eyes wide with fear. They look to have been ripped apart by a creature rather than a man. Deep gashes made by claw, the smoldering fur leaves a rank taste in the air. If you didn’t know any better, you might have suspected one of the many dragons that fly around in the storm. Looking at them makes you sick. You push on, jumping down a path made from floating stone and down a staircase that passes too close for comfort to the raging storm at the crumbling city’s center. Ahead there’s a dead dragon, another unexplained casualty.

“¿Algún idea de dónde está?” You hear a gruff voice say up ahead. Is that the Medían tounge? “No… Maldita sea. Ya no puedo determinar su presencia con precisión, solo sé que está aquí.” Another voice responds this time a woman’s. You don’t know what they’re saying, but if they speak Medían, could they be…? You approach carefully as the man speaks once more. “Hmmm… Tampoco puedo olerlo. Al menos, no entre todo este olor a Demi-Humano chamuscado. ¿No crees que la chica de sombrero blanco se equivocó?” You finally spot the speaker as you turn the corner around the mangled corpse of the dragon, not unlike the Demi-Humans you saw earlier. It’s another Quarter-Wolf! Two, to be exact. “No. Su presencia esta indudablemente en este lugar. Tan solo no puedo dilucidar donde con precisión. Oh, mi querido hermano… ¿dónde te has desvanecido?” The woman says. She’s a pure white-furred quarter-wolf, wearing a striking red and black dress that reminds you of a blooming flower. Its elegance contrasts starkly with the bleak surroundings. She faces away from you as she holds an orb of flame in her hands, peering into it as though it were a crystal ball. “¿Segura que no está jodido ese cacharro? Igual con tanto Demi-Humano por aquí, te has confundido y has visto un clon de Lobo.” The man is a brown-furred quarter-wolf. He’s more physically imposing than your wolf. Built like a brick wall, he has a very prominent scar over the side of his muzzle. His armor is ornate and nicely cared for, in contrast to the intimidating visage of its owner’s face and the bulky battle axe and Greatshield in his back. A fluffy furred cloak covers one shoulder, giving him an almost regal look. The woman, seemingly offended by the man’s words, dispels the orb and turns in a rather overdramatic fashion to face him. “¡Asi no es cómo funciona, imbécil! Además, a diferencia de ti, yo nunca cometería un error tan- Oh, Hello there.”

The woman sees you right as she turns to face her companion. You jump a little as suddenly you have two people staring at you with curiosity. “Oh! Umm, sorry for eavesdropping, but… umm, Do you know a man named Lobo? I’m looking for him too.” You say, feeling a little put on the spot. With two quarter-wolves staring intently at you, it's hard to introduce yourself properly. Maybe you made a mistake, and these two have nothing to do with your wolf. You’re about to excuse yourself when the brown wolf grabs you by the shoulders. You almost reach for your rapier when he starts… sniffing you. To her credit, the woman looks absolutely mortified that her companion would be so… uh… bold? His grip is not particularly rough, but it's still a little uncomfortable. You could get out of it if you wanted to, but (and this is strange to say) it reminds you of your own wolf, so you let it continue. “Hmmm… yep, Lobo definitely knows this one. Sorry, I just had to make sure, but you’re Lobo’s friend! It’s nice to finally meet you.” The man says before being pulled away by the white wolf.

“Briar te juro que- I apologize for my brother’s lack of tact. My name is Viola, though you may also know me as Dahlia the Fire Witch. I’m not picky about names.” She bops the brown wolf on the nose with her folded fan, causing the other to recoil and frown at her. “And this brutish hooligan is my brother, Sir Valerio, Knight of the Medían Vanguard.” The brown wolf scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. It gives you a sense of deja vu. “Just Briar is fine. We’re Lobo, or I guess Aster’s siblings. We came looking for him after we received that letter he sent.” Oh, that’s right. Lobo wrote a letter back home a while back. Though you’re surprised that his siblings would be able to track you all the way to Farum Azula. You introduce yourself, skirting around the fact that you don’t know your name, and let the siblings in on everything that has happened since the letter was written. From Lobo meeting with the princess, seeking council with the queen, going to Leyndell only to be spurned by the Erdtree, killing the Two Fingers, and finally, the events at the forge. You try to be as brief as possible, but it takes some explaining, some rationalizing, some pacing around, and at some point, Briar punches the mangled dragon in frustration.

“That’s why I need to find him. He’s still out there fighting the Flames; I just know it. I need your help to find him.” You conclude. Viola is fanning herself, seemingly lost in thought, while Briar looks quite upset by your story. “Well, the issue seems to be that Lobo’s soul has been warped somehow by the Flames of Ruin. While it has not killed him yet, it is making it rather difficult to find him through my magic. Not to mention he’s become quite dangerous now, as you can see by this… voluminous fellow over here.” Viola says, pointing at the dragon. You sigh. It couldn’t be that easy to find him, could it?

Besides you, Briar folds his arms, furrowing his brow. “Then can’t we just follow the corpses to find him?” That’s… not a bad idea at all. Viola seems to agree as she folds her fan, and a devilish little smile forms on her lips. “A splendid idea, isn’t it? Although, you only figured it out because I spelled half of it out for you.” She throws her arms up mockingly. Briar takes the bait, scoffing at the witch’s words. “Shut up! I don’t need your help to figure out something like that. Would it hurt you to praise me sometimes?” Viola laughs, putting her arms on her hips. “Now, why would I ever do that? My dear brother, we have to get going. There’s no time for praise.” With those final mocking words, she wanders off in the direction of the charred remains, Briar following behind, seemingly not done with the argument. These two might give you a headache, but you can’t deny that having them around gives you confidence. You will save Lobo no matter what. All that’s left is to reach him.

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Apart from occasional squabbling over menial things (You could never have guessed that two people could argue for so long over the difference between a ladder and a stepladder.) Viola and Briar work surprisingly well as a team. Except for the occasional cometshard you fire at an unsuspecting Demi-Human, as far as fighting enemies is concerned, you’re left with nothing to do. Briar uses his size to send enemies flying after bashing them with his Greatshield, sometimes even grappling them by tossing his battle axe attached to a chain and pulling them closer. You almost feel bad for the poor Demi-humans as one tries to use its massive blade to crush Briar, but he grabs it by the throat and tosses it into the abyss below. While Viola is more content standing back, she does offer support by blasting enemies with orbs of fire she can summon. In Medía, Fire Sorceries are never cast with glintstone staves, only with one’s hands covered in silky gloves. It’s considered improper to do otherwise (or so the witch says). Either way, Briar’s shield and armor protect him quite well from the blasts, so he doesn’t have to worry about getting hit with a stray fireball. Admittedly you are curious about her sorceries, but you save your questions for after you have saved your lover.

While passing near yet another mangled dragon, you spot something rather peculiar. Something shiny stuck underneath a corpse wearing a beastly-looking set of armor. You move the body, muttering an apology to the deceased. That’s where you find a twisted little silver bell. This is Lobo’s! The waist of the bell is dented; part of it melted to the side by the intense heat applied to it. The clapper is still there, but the neck is crooked at a 45-degree angle, making the bell hard to hold. “What d’ya find there?” Briar leans over you to look at the bell. You carefully hand it to him, and he rings it. Surprisingly the noise is still mostly clear, but the tone is off. “It’s for summoning spirits… I- gave it to Lobo to keep him safe… Guess it didn’t do a good job.” You explain to Briar, who looks it over from every angle. Running his finger over the dent, pondering something. He hands it back to you and then hesitates to speak. “Ah… I could probably try and fix it. W-When we get back to the camp, I mean.” He looks away, and you spot a slight blush through his thinner fur. You look down at the bell and then up at the gruff mountain of a man blushing before you. “You can fix it?” You ask, a little… skeptical. “Y-Yeah, I can… you got a problem with that?” He stares at you, probably going for intimidating, but it turns out just a little cute, enough that you can’t help but genuinely smile. “Thank you. It would mean a lot to me to be able to return this to him. ” It looks like Lobo’s siblings share his kindness after all. Briar is a little caught off guard before he deflects by looking away. “… y-you’re welcome. Now, let’s get going, okay? He’s waiting for us.” You nod and return to the path with him, putting the broken bell in your pack. Viola, who had been admiring the brutish architecture, gives you a kind smile upon seeing your return. “I take it you found something important. At least, that’s what I gathered from here.” This woman’s hearing is dangerous. She was over 10 meters away, and you were not yelling. You nod, trying not to think about it too hard. “Well, my brother here may look unreliable, but he’s the most skilled craftsman in all of Medía.” Briar is back to blushing, though he also looks a little annoyed. “Man, it kinda pisses me off when you say it like that, but… thanks.” Viola shrugs, looking at the road ahead. “No need to thank me, it's the truth. Now let’s get going.” You and Briar nod, continuing your search for Lobo.

It’s not long until you arrive at the deepest reaches of Farum Azula. A great bridge connects you to a circular chamber, a temple perhaps. You spot a Draconic Tree Sentinel, or rather what’s left of one, by the gates. Deep gashes ripped him and his horse to shreds, the corpse stinking of burnt flesh and hair. The heavy plating on the armor has been twisted by fire and immense strength. It might as well not have been there for all the protection it offered its user. You try not to fixate on the details, but you can’t help but think that Lobo might have taken the opportunity to give you an anatomy lesson. Considering this man’s GI tract is on full display and all. Gross. That’s it; no more looking at the corpse. Find something else to gawk at.

“Oh? Hey, the sun’s coming out.” You point out to your companions, trying to pretend you were not just eyeing a corpse a few moments ago. “The Dragons went away too. Did something happen?” Briar says, looking up at the clear blue skies. You can still feel the winds, but the storm in the middle of Farum Azula seems almost calmer now. It should make you feel safer, but it's enough to make you uneasy. It’s like the storm is intimidated by what you’ve been chasing. That’s a bad sign. “It’s growing in power. I can sense it inside.” Viola seems to share your unease, fanning herself hurriedly while looking into the temple. “All magic came from the cosmos, and fire is no exception. This clear blue sky is a message: My power can bend the very skies you live under. The moon and the stars can save you no longer…. Or at least that’s what I believe it means.” She shuts the fan with a thwack, now addressing you and Briar. “What is our plan of attack? I hope I don’t need to tell you, but we should avoid fratricide as much as possible. That goes both ways.” You pull out the golden needle Ranni gave you. Viola and Briar stare at it as you show it off. In the sunlight, the intricate golden details shimmer like sea sparkle. “If I can put this under his skin, I can get rid of the Flames without hurting him. The only problem would be getting close in the first place.” You explain, but Viola chimes in. “That’s not the only thing to be concerned about. Lobo is under the control of the Flames of Ruin. If they see you’re avoiding hurting him, they might use him as a human shield of sorts. Injuring him as a dissuasion method.”

You hadn’t considered that, but she has a point. Right now, Lobo’s life is in danger. If only you could face him without having to fight him. “Then, why can’t we just pretend to fight him while someone sneaks up from behind?” Briar says, which causes you and Viola to stare. He blushes and looks down, embarrassed. “Sorry, that’s probably not-” Viola interrupts him. “A wonderful suggestion, brother! You really are good at making plans after all, see?” She smiles. It’s sincere, though she’s also toying with him. “See, you say nice things, but I still feel like you’re mocking me.” Briar scoffs, but he seems content. You chime in. “Okay then, I’ll be doing the sneaking, and the two of you can distract him. If I approach from the left, he won’t be able to see me. Then we can….”

You would save Lobo. No matter what it took, you would rescue him from this punishment. A happy ending is worth fighting for, and you will make sure Lobo sees this new world you’ll create together. Right now, you just need to be strong.

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