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rwbyvein · 2 years

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 1204: Bitch: Part III / III

"Nope." Jaune replied.

"Doesn't mean you aren't thinking about it?" Yang asked, and Jaune stomped his food, obvious sign of anger on his face, snorting at her. She raised her hands to the side in surrender, "Chill, man."

"We can have that conversation later tonight." Weiss lightly stated.

"Yeah?.." Yang sighed.

"Any, uh, GOOD ideas?" Jaune asked.

Penthesilea cleared her throat. "We do not need to trust them at all. Keep them at arm's length, and have..." she voiced, and looked at Raven, "observing."

Raven gave her a wicked smile in reply.

"Works for me." Jaune stated, and looked around. He then raised his hand, "All in favour?", and many raised their hands. Nora and Ren. Penthesilea and Ciel. Ilia and Neo. Yang slowly lifted her arm, followed by Blake.

"That does seem the best choice." Weiss quipped.

"Uh-huh?!" Nora said to her, and Weiss looked over at her for a moment before raising her own hand.

"Pardon."

Jaune then looked to Ruby. Ruby jumped to her feet, raising her hand, "Can I give a great speech?!"

"Uh?" Jaune asked, "Yeah?"

"Okay, yeah, I mean, this is Cinder, and she is - one of the most evil people alive, but even she just wants to be left alone. This is our big chance, our one and only chance. The queen has lost her pieces. The only thing she has left are Grimm. We attack Salem's castle!" She proudly, dynamically stood tall, and everyone just looked at her. "What?" she asked.

Penthesilea giggled for a moment, "Wasn't that already the plan?"

Ruby sighed, "I guess..."

Jaune then looked to Qrow, Raven, and Taiyang.

"What?" Qrow asked, "You don't need our vote?" Raven augustly looked away.

"We don't?" Nora asked.

Taiyang then stood up, "You have enough Yeahs."

"Oh, right, we do." Ruby said, "Because of my speech?"

"I'm sorry, but it was a wonderful speech." Penthesilea said to her.

"Really?" Ruby asked.

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Jaune walked down to the bottom of the rocky slope to the edge of the scrubland where Cinder and her crew had stayed. "Well, we had a talk. One, we don't trust you, but two, you can still join us."

Emerald sighed, "Are we going to be staying in the tower again?"

"What?" Jaune asked, "No. Not even if we wanted to." Emerald looked at him with a stun. "On one hand, we're renovating the turret and undercroft, on the other, we don't trust you."

Emerald scoffed, "But, you?"

"We don't want to overstay our welcome." Cinder added. "We got exactly what I was hoping for."

"So, where are we staying?" Leverette asked.

"One more thing, to show we are completely being honest." Cinder said to her, and looked at Jaune.

"Uh, yes?" Jaune asked.

"She's the Summer Maiden." Cinder said, and Jaune stood completely unflinching.

"Kind of figured he would react at least a little bit?" Mercury asked.

Jaune shook his head, "I'm honestly more surprised than I should be." He paused and breathed in deep. He turned his head to Leverette. "Uh?"

"Leverette." she said to him, and stepped forward offering him her hand. He reached over and they shook.

"Jaune, Jaune Arc."

"oh!" Nora exclaimed, followed by the sound of an explosion. They looked up the hill to see her gliding down.

"Uh?" Jaune asked.

"Can I say it?!" Nora eagerly asked, and Jaune sighed before nodding his head. "Ladies love it!"

Jaune breathed in deep and looked at the others as Nora looked at them nervously. "It's... kind of an inside joke..." Jaune said. "Anyways, only those 'bound to me' are allowed in the woods."

"We're prisoners?" Emerald asked.

"What?" Jaune asked, "No. Kind of. Message Sarah or Ciel if you want to take off in your airship, so Hugh won't shoot you down. It will likely take a month or two for Ironwood to put everything together. If you guys want to stay here in your airship, we'll get you food or something."

"How very accomodating of you." Leverette sarcastically replied.

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Cinder, Mercury, Emerald, and Leverette sat in their airship's sitting area. "What the hell are we going to do?"

"Isn't this place lovely?" Cinder asked.

"What?" Emerald asked, "The sheep?"

"The sheep, the woods, the grass, the clean, moist air?" Cinder asked.

"What?" Emerald asked.

"The badlands can be harsh on the skin?" Cinder asked.

"You're suggesting we stay here, with the sheep?" Emerald asked.

Mercury just looked solemnly when Leverette spoke up, "I'm sure, even if we wouldn't ever return, Boon would keep are mansion looking beautiful. He'll probably want a LOT of backpay when we do come back, of course."

"Of course." Cinder said with a disturbing smile. She then looked around their spacious airship. "We've certainly stayed in worse places?"

"This did belong to a pirate king." Mercury stated.

"And now it belongs to the Queen Bitch of the Badlands." Cinder said with glee.

"So, we stay here?" Emerald looking around, "In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by sheep?"

"Do I really have to say it?" Leverette asked.

"Say... what?.." Emerald asked her.

Leverette looked at Mercury and the two smiled before speaking at the same time, "Spoiled Valean princess." Emerald scoffed.

"My?" Cinder asked, "You've come a long way from the lost little girl who would eat anything, and sleep anywhere?"

Emerald looked lost for a moment as it dawned on her.

"You're becoming as spoiled as the ice queen." Leverette said to her.

Cinder wrapped her arm around Emerald's shoulder to soothe her. "Nothing wrong with me spoiling you." Cinder said, and Emerald blushed ruby red. "But, that couldn't last forever."

"Unless we win." Leverette said with glee.

"You've certainly... adapted?" Mercury asked her.

"I wasn't exactly looking for the end of the world." Leverette replied, and took a moment to breathe, "But when I learned about the Maidens... and that I am one... I don't exactly have a choice in it."

"Feeling lost?" Emerald asked.

"Not in the least." Leverette replied, "I'm doing better than I ever have in my life. A little end of the world is worth it."

"What?" Emerald asked.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but I haven't exactly lead a good life." Leverette stated. "Eleanor saved me."

"We are the same." Mercury said to Emerald, and she sighed.

"So, what, we enjoy the sheep?" Emerald asked. "Play in the woods?"

"Except we can't do that last part." Mercury added.

"It still feels like a prison." Emerald stated.

"Or we just think of it like hiding." Leverette stated, "We're used to that." Emerald sighed.

Cinder stood up, "Or we can just think of it as a love nest."

Leverette looked at Emerald, "With her?! Fuck no."

"I think fucking will be the problem." Mercury replied.

"Or the solution." Cinder said with glee.

Mercury and Leverette looked at each other for a moment before just shaking their heads before Leverette spoke to him, "Maybe you could hook up with one of the pretty girls in the castle."

"Most of them are part of the harem." Mecury replied. Leverette looked at him as if calling his bluff, "Not joking, just ask Eleanor." he said, and the two looked at Cinder.

"Oh, yes." Cinder said, "Try not to be too judgemental."

Leverette smiled and almost laughed, "Yes, I'm here because of how judgemental I am." She paused for a moment as something dawned on her, "You know what, yes I am, but not about idiotic things like who's hooking up with who, but for competence. I have trouble believing these guys are as good as you say they are, that they could take on an army of Beowulves."

"And Beringels." Cinder stated, "Creepers, Nevermores, a Nuckelvee, and even a Dragon."

"They... had an army with them?" Leverette asked.

"Yes, and no." Cinder stated, "It was definitely the ones from the castle that killed the Dragon."

"Arc Nouveau." Mercury voiced.

"Pithy, isn't it?" Cinder delightfully asked.

Leverette stood up. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this." She then turned to Mercury. "Some of the girls there aren't part of the harem, right?" she asked, and nodded for him to come along.

"I also don't like girls." Mercury stated, "Like I said, me and Cinder are looking for different things."

"Shit load of working men that would probably love to bend you over something?" Leverette asked.

"I also have trust issues." Mercury nervously stated.

"Well earned ones." Cinder lightly added, and Leverette nodded.

"I'll make sure to send you pictures when I hook up with the girls you're too scared to." Leverette said with glee, and hopped away.

#rwby #firen lhain #fauns au #arc-en-ciel

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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months

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just saw this: https://www.tumblr.com/sagradofemenin0/726733302083518464/satyr-satisfying-nymph-1900-arthur-fischer

and something something könig

König's villain arc is becoming a literal faun who pleases women until they lose their minds :(

forgetting to go to work because he has other, more pressing duties :((

becoming the most perverted version of himself and always getting away with his antics by doing shit like this >:(((

#Satyr!König #this also reminds me of Krampus!König #answered

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via-rant · 7 months

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Y'know what I think would make Jasons amnesia arc more interesting? If those fake memories were real. Imagine Juno tricking him into going to this school about some danger so he agrees. Like imagine him looking at Piper after she told him about the BMW incident and he's like "Oh My God she's a Demigod." And him being suspicious of Hedge. Like he has a feeling y'know? So he stalks him and find out he's a Faun and is so confused cause like "Why is a Faun taking on this role?" But doesn't confront him about it because no way he can be a bad guy. Then Dylan comes along and he starts stalking him too.

Leo plays pranks on him a lot and is super annoying to him. Jason tries because he's Pipers best friend but he just can't stand him sometimes. But while stalking Dylan when he followed him to the woods and he snuck up on him and was like "whatcha doin'?" And they had to hide because Dylan turned around and almost saw them. And he talked to Gaea. They had to run when Leo's breathing started to get heavy. Jason calmed him down and they agreed to never talk about it again after they both refused to talk about their stuff respectively.

Plus the thing with them teaching Jason how to have fun instead of being so boring. Like skipping classes and throwing soft things at random people and he started trying to pull pranks but for fucks sake they were hard to prank and Piper bringing him to see the meteor shower!

We could know more about his thoughts on Thalia and Reyna and everyone else at Camp Jupiter and him being badass in battle!! And then he forgets everything. Idk why he would at that point but he does!

So uh... yeah! Au time? Au time I guess! Have fun with this! Do what you want!

#jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #hoo #heros of olympus #the lost trio

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everlastingdreams · 4 months

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 27

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: Broken Trust

Notes: Spoon feeding chapters while stressing over the last one ;_;

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +200K

Chapter: 27/ It’s a secret.

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In the early morning, Mirena was at your door to ask for your help in the courtyard. As one could expect, accidents had happened last night. Those who only complained of headaches or nausea were not offered your or Mirena’s healing hands. But there had been a small physical fight where two drunks managed to wound each other, your mother helped them. She asked you to heal a woman who had broken her ankle whilst walking down the hill back to the village.

This poor woman did not even have a drop of ale in her when her foot hit an uneven spot on the ground that send her falling. The Faun woman was crying in pain and you used your magic to heal her. After you had helped her, she thanked you and was able to walk pain free again.

You saw a few people trying to convince your mother to use her precious energy to heal their bottleache. It was getting on your nerves that they would not take “no” for an answer. You marched over to the three. “My mother said ‘no’. So leave. Only those who truly need it will be helped.”

One man dared to say, “We are sick!”

“Drink water then!” You snapped at them and saw him recoil, “Leave her be, for if I put my hands on you, it won’t be to heal!”

Mirena was surprised by your outburst.

Matthew walked into the courtyard just in time to see the three ‘sick’ Feys leave, “Pfhoo, have you not slept well?”

Your mother send you a knowing smile when the knight stopped right in front of you.

He wasn’t far from the truth…

You were sick and tired of the way others took advantage of the Dawn Folk, “I just hate it when people see us as an easy way to solve all their problems.”

Matthew was understanding of your reaction, “Ignore them. Let them suffer their ale sickness.”

Ignoring them clearly only made them think that they could treat your family like this. You were a little sharp, “I wish I could just ignore them. But they need to hear that we are not here to serve their every whim!”

He held up his hands in defeat. “I know. I’m on your side, remember?”

Seeing him feel attacked made you act calmer.

“Sorry.” You sighed, saying it to your mother too. “I’m sorry.”

She gave your arm a squeeze. “I know why you’re angry, a lot has happened to you. It’s alright.”

You gave a small nod and she left your side to let Matthew talk to you alone.

“You’ve become braver.” He stated his observation.

You shrugged your shoulders, feeling like you were done with letting others take what they wanted from the Dawn Folk.

He took a step closer. “You even wore a dress last night. Trousers again today, I see?”

A frown formed on your forehead, did you hear it wrong or was he disappointed? It gnawed at you, and made you remember how it felt when he never even looked your way with interest until days ago. He must have preferred the dress on you.

His reaction had hurt the young rejected girl inside of you again, even if you did not show it. “I prefer trousers.”

You walked passed him, your work in the courtyard was done, and you left before he could say another word that might hurt you further.

As you walked into the fort to find Squirrel and Ciro, your fast pace caused you to collide with someone when you turned a corner.

“Sorry.” You blurted out, then saw who you had run into.

A pale looking Ash Man was viewing you curiously. “Good morning. Where are you off to in such a haste?”

“Morning.” You greeted him polite as well, “I’m going to ask Ciro if he wants me to help him with learning how to wield a sword. I doubt I have to ask Squirrel.”

He hummed, knowing that Percival would surely wish to be part of this lesson and invite himself.

Lancelot didn’t look so well, you even felt some pity. Just a little. Not enough to be less upset about the way things had went last night.

“Your head hurts?” You asked.

“It does.” He confessed.

“Aw, you poor thing.” Was all you said and then continued your path.

He followed and caught up with you mere seconds later.

Your bitterness was audible in your tone, “If we would heal everyone who felt sick after being drunk, we’d die from exhaustion.”

He faced the anger he sensed flowing in you without fear. “I will not ask you to heal me.”

You came to a sudden halt, “Are you here to talk to me about last night then?”

His answer was not what you had expected. “I do not recall much of the night.”

You stared at him, “You don’t?”

He looked like he felt miserable at the memory of the ale’s taste. “I did not think that some ale would be so strong.”

It made sense, some were just drunk faster than others and the Ash Man had probably not tasted ale until last night. But he did not even remember what he had tried to do…What if other things had happened that he was not aware off?

You crossed your arms, upset that he had forgotten, “Did you find yourself company last night?”

His eyes narrowed at the question, then widened when he understood, “Pardon?”

It was a genuine concern, if he had tried to kiss you, who was to say that another at the celebration had not given in to advances made?

There had been many drunk people in the castle…

Or what if someone had taken advantage of him in that state?

You voiced your concern, “If you were so drunk that you can’t remember what happened last night, I worry about what happened in the time that you cannot seem to recall.”

“I awoke alone.” Was all he wished to answer, while a tint of red crept up his cheeks.

That was a relief to hear, “Unharmed?”

A second passed before he gave a nod.

“Good…” The gnawing feeling remained in your stomach.

So it had been the ale to make him behave in such a way, and it still left you upset, hurt…

You repressed the feeling it gave you, it reminded you of the days when your feelings were crushed every time Matthew found another to give his affections to. The pain was similar, yet different, worse in a way.

A silence had passed between you, one that lasted longer than you were aware off, it seemed to have alarmed him.

His index finger gently touched your hand and pulled you out of your wandering thoughts, “Are you alright?”

You quickly nodded. “I’m alright. I haven’t slept much last night, that’s all.”

Something changed in his expression, it was gone in a blink.

You reached out and put your hand to the front of his head, it wasn’t necessary to place it there but it distracted from the situation. It costed you only a bit off energy to use your magic to fix the result of his drunken night.

You withdrew your hand right after. “Don’t tell anyone I healed that. And I won’t be doing it a second time.”

He seemed a bit stunned by the kind gesture, “I-… thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Without asking, you reached for and stole the short sword from at his hip. “I’m borrowing this.”

The Ash Man did not easily part with his weapons and stopped you from walking away, “Why?”

You swatted away his arm that he was using to block your path. “To teach my cousin how to wield it.”

“I could help.” He offered.

An awkward chuckle fell from your lips. “Lancelot. I do not mean to upset you, but it might be a little soon for the people here to see you handling a sword near a Fey child.”

He felt slight disappointment, but gave another offer, “I see your point. And if I help you, help him?”

That sounded like a nice idea. “I’d like that.”

The shy careful smile on his face in response was lovely to see.

You gestured for him to follow. “Come on. We’re taking them outside the walls. Less chance to be seen by concerned or nosy people.”

He did not need to be asked twice and walked beside you to go and fetch the children.

He had been anxious to set foot outside his room that morning, knowing that he would have to face you after last night. It was cowardly, but the risk of losing your friendship over his drunken mistake was worse than the shame he felt for lying. All he could hope was that it had not made matters worse.

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Squirrel and Ciro took turns with handling the short sword you had borrowed from Lancelot, who stood at a small distance to watch the lesson.

Often he gave you advice on how to teach them to wield the sword. And when he sometimes commented on your own sword skills, you resist the urge to grab a handful of grass and go and throw it at him.

He seemed very aware of how easily you could erupted in fury when he did it, like he enjoyed dancing on that thin line with you.

You focused on the children and decided to ignore his ‘helpful’ advice for a while.

Lancelot could tell that you had begun to ignore him, and he just watched the children interact with you in silence.

The weather was pleasant, the day calm, as if the fort and village took a day to rest after last night. Percival was even helping young Ciro when the boy lost confidence. And you encouraged them both, even if they made mistakes. It was the complete opposite compared to the tutors he grew up with while being trained.

Would he have become so skilled with the sword if he had one as kind as you to tutor him? Perhaps not.

Would he still prefer your lessons?

Without a doubt.

The Sky Folk scent filled his nostrils, a moment later Ser Matthew stopped to stand beside him.

The Sky Man crossed his arms to watch you beside the Ash Man. “She looked beautiful last night. You should have seen her. "

He looked at him from the corners of his eyes, and resisted the urge to roll them at him, “I see her daily.”

Your beauty was always present.

Matthew’s brows drew together for a second, and he looked at him for a moment before returning his eyes to your direction. “Indeed. I do not understand why she allows it, but I suppose she has her mother’s kind heart. Always helping all the damaged folks.”

Damaged…

How could he not take it as an insult, when he could sense that the knight had meant it as one? He disliked this dance around the issue that Matthew was forcing him in. It was difficult to defend oneself if he used a passive aggressive way to communicate.

The knight filled the silence between them by talking. Matthew proved to be quite the open book, “I always knew she liked me. I was flattered by the attention of course. Unfortunately I did not reciprocated it, I was aiming my affection on others. But now I see my mistake. Her inexperience does not frighten me anymore.”

Your… inexperience?

Lancelot parroted it in disbelief, “Her inexperience?”

The man proved to be unable to keep a secret, “She told me her secret once, and I don’t think it has changed since she left.”

It was clear to him that the knight was speaking of your virtue. The Ash Man flexed his hand, feeling the familiar urge to reach for his sword arise.

He tried to remain calm, even though he severely disliked how disrespectful the man was to be speaking of this secret you had confided to him, “Do you find this proper, to share such personal knowledge of her with others?”

Matthew looked at him, hearing the sharp tone. “You were a monk, were you not? Then consider this a confession and do not share it with others.”

The audacity this ‘knight’ had…

Lancelot turned to him, feeling how he was losing his patience, “It is you who should not be sharing this with others! Have you no respect for her?!”

The knight gravely disliked the tone, and made little effort to hide that he was not blind to the way the Ash Man behaved when it came to you, “I have more respect for her than you. I wouldn’t have gone to her chamber’s door in the midst of the night while drunk.”

So the knight he had seen that night had told him of it. He knew what Matthew was implying, and it felt like he was threatening his stay in the fort.

For him, this ‘friendly’ conversation was over and he turned to walk away.

Matthew made the mistake to not let him walk away from this conversation without saying to him, “I will teach her all there is to know, I wasn’t raised a monk.”

It was the matter of what it implied that had tossed burning oil unto his protectiveness towards you. The way he spoke of you was utterly discourteous, as if you were something that needed to be ‘fixed’ before Matthew would be happy to have you…

A loud curse distracted you from the children and you looked towards the men who stood at the side where the sound had come from. It was Matthew who was cursing, blood ran down from his nose. You saw the culprit storm off without explanation, the children looked very confused.

That hotheaded…

Matthew was left utterly flabbergasted and held a hand over his bleeding nose. If he told the other knights or your father of this…

“Squirrel, will you take Ciro back to the fort?” You pleaded with the boy.

Squirrel could tell that you needed some time to see to this problem, he nodded and gave you a sympathetic look. “Come, Ciro.”

Ciro followed the boy without protest, any excuse to just play was good enough for him. They walked past Matthew who was calming down, but visibly biting back the pain. You approached him, and did not expect him to be as agitated as he was.

“What is his problem?!” Matthew exclaimed.

“I don’t know. What did you say to him?” You were as lost as he was.

He thought you were blaming him, “Me? He’s the one that struck me!”

You didn’t like to be shouted at. “I am just trying to figure out what went wrong! Lancelot wouldn’t just hit my friends.”

Matthew went quiet all of a sudden, then became evasive. “I think we misunderstood each other.”

You repeated him in disbelief, “Misunderstood? He hit you! There had to be a reason, what-”

He was clearly trying to keep you in the dark about something. “It was a misunderstanding, y/n. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your father of his behavior. "

It was frustrating, but at least he wouldn’t bring this up to your father. “Thank you. Do you want me to heal your injury?”

“No. Leave it.” Matthew walked away from you to calm down at the fort.

You stood there alone, not really knowing what to do.

Why had Lancelot done this? And why did Matthew not just tell you?

The Ash Man had stormed off in the direction of the stables, and you headed there too.

You found him with Goliath, he was quietly mumbling to his horse. It sounded somewhat between affection and getting his thoughts off of his chest. It wasn’t easy to be mad at him when seeing how gently he spoke to Goliath.

You made no effort to announce your presence, he would catch your scent by the time you were close enough to him. “I hope you will tell me what that was about, and that I do not have to ask Goliath.”

“Ask your honey-eyed knight.” He coldly said, not looking in your direction.

“He’s not my knight!” You snapped back insulted. “What on earth has gotten into you?!”.

He just needed a moment to himself to calm down. But you were here to confront him about the altercation.

He wanted to walk out of the stables, but you blocked him.

You stood in his path, “Forget it. You’re not just walking away without telling me why you hit Matthew.”

It annoyed him, “What did he say happened?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “He said it was a misunderstanding.”

A wise choice.

Lancelot failed to meet your eyes. “It was.”

You kept your stern stance. “If it was, perhaps you should apologize to him.”

“No.” Was his firm answer to that.

“You do realize that he could tell my father of this?” You tried to make him see reason.

He hated how easily he could be send away, or to the dungeons, “Then I will tell your father that his ‘knight’ speaks off you inappropriately.”

Lancelot managed to walk past you and you grabbed hold of his arm to stop him.

“What do you mean?” Your heart sank a little.

All he had bottled up since last night came out.

He sounded frustrated by it all, “Your ‘friend’ is who I thought he was. He behaves improper. Is he the man you are infatuated with?” The rest was spoken as if it was only to himself, like he could not wrap his head around it, “A man who did not look your way for years, until now.”

You took a step back, recoiling at his words. It had sounded condescending…

Upon seeing it, he tried to take it back, “I did not mean to-”

You felt verbally attacked. “Perhaps you are right and I have a tendency to surround myself with men who behave questionably. Take you for example, you are so ‘proper’ that you don’t even remember that you tried to kiss me when you were drunk!”

He fell silent immediately.

You waited for a reaction that never came, it was so disappointing, “Do you have nothing to say about that?”

The poor apology came out quickly, “I never would have done it if I was sober.”

It was the worst thing he could have said to you. Your self-esteem took a merciless blow. Your words struck back at him, “Good! Neither would I have wanted you to!”

He never thought someone could stab him in the heart with words and twist them into it so fast that it even made him feel nauseated.

You turned to leave the stables, he caught your elbow and you whipped your head back to glare at him.

“What did Matthew say to you?!” You demanded the truth.

Seeing the distress in your eyes made him want to lie to spare you from the pain it could bring.

You could see him debate on answering, which was infuriating. “Tell me!”

Lancelot finally answered the question, “He is interested in you.” He looked apologetic, “But he speaks of your personal matters with others.”

The fear what that could mean took hold on you, “What personal matters?”

The pause he took before answering should have warned you of what was to come.

“He spoke of your… inexperience.” He said it quietly, as if he feared someone outside the stables would hear.

A cold feeling spread through your body and made you feel faint.

He was quick to notice the bad response and stepped closer to support you by the elbow, “Y/n?”

The familiar whispers of the Hidden were alarming now, if the old gods were concerned, he certainly was.

Humiliation caused your anxiety to spike into a height you had not known it could take, these past weeks had made you more susceptible for it, you just had not felt it until now. How could Matthew do this? What other secrets had he shared with others?!? One friend had tried to kiss you and called it a mistake, the other had shared an intimate secret with others. Could this day get any worse?

You tried to step away and pull your elbow loose from his careful hold.

He did not let it happen and saw how deeply hurt you looked.

You weren’t even aware that you were crying until the warmth of your tears came down over your cheeks.

“Why would he…” Your arms came up to your chest and formed a shield, the sudden vulnerability after your broken trust was overwhelming.

Lancelot tried to cup your cheek, but you turned your head away, you almost begged him not to see your tears.

“This… is humiliating.” The courage to meet his eyes was gone.

When you tried to pull free a second time, he responded by pulling you against him. The protest died in your throat when he brought his arms around you, cradling your head just as he had done when he had freed you from the darkness of the cell. Even though he had upset you a moment earlier, you still found the comfort you craved in his embrace. You let it happen, feeling his arms close around and letting your head rest against his chest.

“You are aware that I am upset with you too?” You broke the silence that was growing more comfortable by the second. Your voice was cracking and breaking from emotion.

“I am. Your hand is near my daggers if you need one.” He offered you the option.

You couldn’t resist and actually moved your hand a little, he was telling the truth. “Oaf.”

He whispered the promise against your hair, “I will not tell another soul what I know, you have my word.”

Oddly enough, you trusted that he wouldn’t, he was not the sort to spread this kind of information around. By putting your hands on his upper arms, you slowly pushed yourself free from the embrace, making sure that he would not think that you wanted to get away from him quickly. Your eyes lifted to his, your heart trembled under the gaze he cast over your face. The feeling it send through you made you take a large step back, leaving him confused.

The sound of hooves and voices came from outside the stable, seconds later your father and some of the knights entered with their horses. These knights looked towards Helio, who was the last to see his daughter and the Ash Man in the stables together.

“Father.” You greeted him and saw how he barely acknowledged it, his eyes were on Lancelot behind you.

Looks were shared between the knights while they led their horses further into the stables.

Helio handed the reins of his horse to one of them and finally acknowledged you, “Y/n. Walk with me to the fort, there is something I wish to speak to you about.”

Well… those were words you had not heard from him in a very long time. Your feet felt like they were weighed down by lead when you began to follow him out of the stables.

~~~♡~~~♡~~~♧~~~♡~~~♡~~~

Helio waited to say what was on his mind until you were a little further away from the stables.

“What did you wish to speak to me about, father?” You hoped you weren’t in any trouble again.

He made you wait for the answer for almost a full minute, as if he found it hard to start, “I have been thinking about how much I have shielded you when you were younger.”

What? You never thought he would spend his time thinking about it.

He saw the widening of your eyes. “I am your father, y/n. All I wanted was for you to be safe and to grow up without having to suffer as our people have. And by trying to protect you too much, I have failed in that task. I scared you away from home and into the hands of our enemies.”

You stopped in your tracks. “What happened to me was not your fault. There was no stopping me once the Hidden kept calling upon my help.”

He would not ignore his fault in what had happened, “Did I not keep you away from returning to us?”

Telling the truth felt like the first step to fix things between you. “You made me think I did not belong here anymore.”

“I know.” Helio could not hide the remorse in his voice. “I know.”

A short silence passed before he spoke again and placed his hands on your shoulders, “You belong with us, always and forever. We are no home without you.”

Oh, how you had longed to hear him speak of it openly…

He cupped your neck. “There is no heaven for us without our little moons. I will not lose my daughter a second time. That is why I have brought some changes to the fort.”

Your heart was filling with joy, “What sort of changes?”

“One in particular is meant for you.” He put a hand on your shoulder again. “Making Matthew a knight offers the opportunity to let him be closer to you. I know your eyes have been on him for so long, I hope this will prove to you that I wish to make amends. I will not object to a joining between you.”

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Re, your post about sanji v absalom, i hope you dont mind a little rant, because I have a lot of feelings about this. Basically, post-timeskip sanji has become a huge frustration for me because it felt like his perviness has been dialed up by 1000 at the expense of not only the rest of his personality for the most part, but also in instances like this where someone he allegedly cares about has been violated and yet instead of really helping, he just makes the situation more unpalatable???? The fight with absalom became all about sanji and how pissed he was about absalom trying to marry Nami and that he has the invisible devil fruit, not about Nami and everything the asshole has been putting nami through. When we first met Sanji, he was still a perv, but it wasnt his like whole personality the way its become these days. It's just really disappointing, because I loved him when we first meet him and the perv stuff was annoying but i could at least roll my eyes and move on because its a stupid trope but at least it wasnt as bad as some manga Ive read, but now it's so much WORSE than most of the manga I've read and I dont like him much at all because of all this shit. He gets a little better in later arcs post-thriller bark, but it's unlikely I'll ever like him like I did before, and that makes me so sad.

one of my friends said he gets worse and and i'm just. beyond so disappointed about that. him being a little pervy was a quick gag in the beginning that was easy to roll your eyes at, if you addressed it all, because you knew there was never any intent behind it. he might faun over nami and robin, but again, they know there's no ill intent behind it. but hearing the perviness becomes his personaility is so disheartening. i want a sanji who cares about his friends and crew, not one who's overtly lecherous.

the fight with absalom really turned into being about him and his feelings when it never should have been that at all. his only feelings should have been anger -- anger over nami and what had been to her and what she'd been through.

frankly i'm really surprised and disappointed no one actually expressed any anger over that? after hearing usopp tell them nami had been spied on and attacked in the bath. (i get it's an action story with a few emotional beats, but you can talk about and show murder but not have someone go "that wasn't okay" about what absalom did?) that also gets me about usopp -- i mean yeah, i might be thrown for a second if i open the door and my friend is completely nude, but that's immediately going to be overshadowed by the fact that she's yelling for help and clearly being restrained. usopp, you can ignore the fact her boobs are out. do something to help her. (having her bathe before they were supposed to leave is also weird writing because they 100% could have been separated some other way.)

the same thing is played off for laughs later on -- sanji bursts in flame and oh man, he's so silly! gonna go save nami!

and when he first showed up in the church and was pissed i was like yes!! yes!! be angry for her and what she was made to endure. be pissed that your friend was spied on, assaulted, drugged, and stripped and forced into this situation. and instead of being pissed on her behalf it feels mostly like it's on his own. when he said absalom stole his dream my heart dropped into my stomach because was it something like dumb to marry nami (which absalom was forcing her into against her will?) or something creepier like he saw her naked when he didn't?

(not to ignore the scene in alabasta where she flashed them, but she was more in control in that situation and was able to make a choice. she was in control of her body! [sidebar, but cobra peeking over the wall was also fuckin weird because his daughter was there. she was also clearly less comfortable with what was happening too.])

nami is his crew mate and more so than anything his friend. she's his friend.

i hope nami's angry after all of this. i hope she stays angry. i hope the crew, her friends, are angry too over her treatment, over what happened to her. at least i will be.

#slothygirl #asks #i would get if it's never mentioned again because the story has to keep moving forward and it never really dwells in the past #but i'm still in favor of being angry on the behalf of your friend #adding this to the list of nami + body autonomy meta i want to one day write #this has the makings of a fic i don't want to write lmao #kate watches op #thriller bark

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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months

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Lucien finally loses his shit part 7

Lucien finds himself in a duel to the death with the male who dared to hurt his mate! Lucien knew it was only a matter of time before Azriel had him in a vulnerable position again. Still, he fought, tooth and nail, deciding if he was going to die, he was going to flip death off all the way to the end.

All of a sudden, the shadowsinger disappeared. Lucien whipped his head around, searching for him when all of a sudden, he appeared behind him. Lucien stumbled back, raising his sword to try to deflect the blow as Azriel’s knife arced towards his heart. Lucien tensed up, expecting a blow which never came.

As Azriel fell face first to the ground, Lucien stared at the arrow protruding from the center of his back.

He looked up, following the trajectory of the arrow to find Elain standing several paces away, bow in hand, looking every bit like a mighty immortal huntress. Her eyes were as fierce as Lucien had ever seen them. By the Cauldron, she was beautiful. His mate.

Lucien stared down at Azriel. He should end it. Slit his throat. But he hesitated.

His mate cared for him. Besides, he was a downed male. Smart as it would be to eliminate him, Lucien couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“The next time you come after me, I’ll kill you,” Lucien hissed. He stalked over to Elain, who handed him a bottle of some sparkly purple liquid. Lucien narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not poison,” Elain quipped, and Lucien smiled slightly. “Looks like it. What the hell is this?”

Elain only stared at him with clear, piercing eyes. “Do you trust me?”

I barely know you, he wanted to cry out. But he found himself saying, “Yes. Yes, I trust you.”

“Then drink,” she said, and tipped the glass into his mouth. He obeyed, swallowing large gulps at a time. It tasted like cinnamon and vanilla and banana and something else he couldn’t quite place. “It should help you restore your magic faster?”

“And how exactly,” Lucien said between swallows, “do you know that?”

Elain smiled slightly. “Cooking is an art. You’d be surprised how many magical recipes there are in those cookbooks.”

Lucien grinned. “Smart girl.”

Elain’s smile went a little wider at that. Lucien soon found she was right. Within a few minutes, he found much of his strength returning. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Elain’s smile faded. “Why should I go with you?”

“Please,” Lucien begged. He’d get on his knees if he had to. “I’m not asking you to be with me. I just need to get you out of here. Someplace safe. Your sisters will be there too. Don’t you trust me?” he said softly. Tentatively.

He waited for the no that was surely coming, but she merely said, “Yes. Yes, I do.” Relief flooded through him at her words. “Then come with me.” He offered a hand. Elain took it with little hesitation. Her hand was so small in his. And so soft. Like a dove’s. He tried to ignore how perfectly their hands fit together, how beautiful her hair was flowing in the wind, her bright eyes as brown as a faun’s coat. He closed his eyes and winnowed.

When he opened his eyes, Graysen’s mansion was before them. There was no sign of the man, however, much to Lucien’s relief. He did not want Elain running into her foul former fiancé.

When Lucien arrived with Elain in tow, Feyre and Nesta instantly came running. Elain didn’t let go of Lucien’s hand until Feyre grabbed her in a bone-crushing hug. Nesta hugged her equally fiercely. Then all three sisters gave him a big hug which left him blushing and a little bit tongue-tied.

All three sisters continued to fuss over him as they walked inside Graysen’s mansion, but all thoughts emptied out of Lucien’s head at the look on Jurian’s face.

“What is it?” Lucien demanded. Jurian was pale and sweaty, his anxiety most unlike him. He turned to Lucien at his words. His mouth was drawn in a thin line. “It’s Vassa. She’s gone.”

No. “What do you mean, gone?”

“She was taken back. By Koschei. I don’t know what happened to the deal their father struck, but he took her back.” Jurian’s voice was filled with pain for his best friend and lover.

No. “When did this happen?”

“Last night,” Jurian choked. He wiped his face, trying to hide his tears. “She left a note.” He tossed it to Lucien.

No no no no.

Shit.

He could’ve sworn he heard the Mother speak in his mind once more. Your woes are just beginning, son of Helion.

#pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #elucien #pro nesta archeron #pro elain archeron #pro archeron sisters #fanfic #nesta archeron #elain archeron #feyre archeron #pro feyre archeron

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Art by Mikkusushi on Twitter.

I've been sort of entertaining this idea for a while now. Knowing all the unfortunate baggage and mishandling involved with the White Fang, why not just. Make them the good guys?

Say an official rewrite or reboot of RWBY exists in the future - if those two words rub you the wrong way then whatever, basically a clean slate or re-adaptation of RWBY - the fact stands that the White Fang need a heavy revision.

People are smart enough at this point to know that you shouldn't be villainising the oppressed group trying to fight back against a world that is actively pushing them out - if anything the SDC should be more of a antagonistic faction, kind of like the Shinra corporation from Final Fantasy 7 which RWBY is clearly heavily based on, what with Dust and Materia and all that. But that still leaves you with the White Fang and Blake's arc to write.

This has been a large headache point for anyone trying to figure out how to revise RWBY's more fundamental writing flaws, because the WF are such a prominent antagonist faction throughout the Beacon arc and they were such a problem that CRWBY had no choice but to sweep them under the rug entirely after Adam's death. But hear me out here. Do we really need to latch onto that idea so hard? That the White Fang need to be villains?

Like, imagine a RWBY where the White Fang are shown as terrorists on TV and in newspapers throughout Vale, but when you actually meet them, they're a ragtag band of freedom fighters. They're like Avalanche from FF7; the freedom fighters from Sonic SatAM; you start to realise that they're the good guys. They're the embodiment of Chaotic Good or at worst, Chaotic Neutral.

In any other show they'd be the Resistance, the Rebels against an evil corporate empire - they're just not in the main point of view of the story. Going off this change in perception, one would then rewrite everything else based off that foundation.

Putting aside Adam, Ilia and others simply because they're all supplemental to Blake's arc, where does Miss Belladonna herself fit into this?

If we want to keep her backstory as a person atoning for a dark past, then the WF would be more grey in response, but still not outright evil. Revolution is not without sacrifice, and when you're fighting for drastic societal change, conflict is inevitable. While they may fight for a good cause, not everyone has the will or strength to fight, to endure the monumental societal backlash and opposition. Perhaps Blake was one of those people - jaded and burnt out by the never-ending struggle to be heard, losing hope that change would ever be possible - so she runs away in hopes of finding herself, only to be scooped up into Beacon instead.

What would she feel, fighting for the side that, while may not have oppressed the Faunus directly, have remained ambivalent and blind to their struggles? Hunters who claim to fight for human and Faunus alike, but who clearly have more humans in their ranks and would choose to rather save a prosperous human city over a struggling Faunus slum? Would living among humans change her outlook on the fight, where she's torn between reclaiming the hard fight to preserve her own heritage, vs. a relatively comfortable new identity, but one that forces her to assimilate with humankind and live on their terms? Is there a way for her to reconcile these two sides of herself, these two families she's now a part of?

But let's not exclude other possibilities too. Assuming we have a Chaotic Good WF, what if Blake was actually proud to be part of the Fang, and enrolls into Beacon as an unashamed member? Her conflicts would then come from the people around her struggling to accept that - how would Weiss work with someone whose group keeps sabotaging their trains? How would Beacon deal with a public member of the Faunus liberation movement? Would some staunchly oppose her enrolment, while others see it as a possible bridge to better relations with the Faunus? How many Faunus would be inspired by Blake and look up to her as a Faunus-born Hunter, while others would decry and dismiss her as just a hollow figurehead and Remnant's equivalent of a diversity hire?

When seeing other rewrites or revisions of RWBY, I still mainly see people trying to work with the WF as given in canon. They still keep the activism turned to violence and extremism. The WF and thus a majority of Faunus are still portrayed as terrorists and cannon fodder for fights. But what if there's a better way of going about all this?

In the end, this is just an interesting thought exercise, but I leave you with this:

As Blake has said in the manga: "Fangs of pure white need not shed blood." Those words and the imagery they evoke have always stuck with me when I think about the White Fang and how Blake could have been written, and gives such a valuable insight to why the group was named the way it was.

What if they had never strayed from that name? What if they had not been treated by the story as just faceless enemies to mow down by the dozens... but as people from the very beginning?

#rwby #rwde #white fang #rwby au #rwby rewrite #blake belladonna

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brokentrafficknight · 4 months

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Rusted knight jaune x pyrrhas momnx kali x summer x raven x willow please and thank you

Takin' suggestions on what to call this fustercluck

#rwby #jaune arc #summer rose #pyrrha's mom #willow schnee #raven branwen #kali belladonna #summer knight #faune arc #arkos reborn #knightflight #willow knight #pollinated knight

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I wanted to share some brief headcanons about my Dark Urges and their creations.

Imeth'hrae Hlaviir: Bhaal wanted to create someone who was a mixture of Drow, Aasimar and Dragonborn features. The result: a pale Drow with glowing gold eyes, sharp teeth, and irridescent white scales dispersed over his skin. He has all the abilities of a Draconic sorcerer. He can transform into a dragon, and he was able to do so before he multi-classed into Druid.

Rhyleth Arkenmtor: Bhaal wanted to create someone who looked like a Drow, but with some Tiefling features. The result was a Drow with claws and sharp teeth. He was created in the likeness of a deceased Drow child from a noble family, and Bhaal wanted to traumatize his family by having an eldritch looking likeness of their son return to them.

Lunarei Wintermere: Bhaal wanted to created a Tiefling with elven and Faun traits. She came out looking like a Tiefling with antlers, a soft peach like fuzz over her otherwise smooth skin, and the graceful features of an elf as well as the body ridges, claws and tail of a Tiefling. She is a Druid with an affinity for psionic sorcery.

Mahxiz Szereban: Bhaal wanted to created an Drow Tiefling hybrid with the features of a graceful male elf (which look like the elven Chad-face) and a set of antler-like horns. He bears the purple-tone of the Underdark's elven denizens but he looks more like a Tiefling.

Morthas Lavant: Bhaal wanted to create a mixture of Tiefling and Dragonborn traits in his heir. He turned out to be a Tiefling with horns that are not dissimilar to those of the default Dragonborn. He is a Tiefling sorcerer of the Draconic variety with purplish-bronze scales that cover his face and body in patches.

Daenerys Targaryen: This one is directly self-explanatory. Bhaal caught a glimpse of season 8 of Game of Thrones from another realm and he didn't like how her arc ended, so he created his heiress in her likeness and he made her a Draconic Sorceress because she loved her dragons so much. She was made as a Drow with draconic scales, so I can say in confidence that she is a mixture of Drow and Dragonborn traits.

#baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #du: mahxiz szereban #du: lunarei wintermere #du: imeth'hrae hlaviir #du: morthas lavant #du: daenerys targaryen

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 1210: The Sun, Night, Stars, and Woods: Part II / III

Ruby turned the doorhandle, and paused as she heard something. She looked down the corridor to see her friends and family approaching. The door slowly opened of it's own accord. Ruby's head swung back and saw Salem slumped in a chair, eyes covered by her hand, a sound of weeping escaped. "You can't kill me." Salem said.

"We, um, uh?" Ruby asked, and slowly stepped back from the door, looking over to her friends.

"That much we knew." Blake stated.

Salem wiped her eyes and sat up, before slowly looking towards Ruby who seemed to be stunned. Ruby recovered as the others walked up and Petal Burst into the room. "I kind of expected more Grimm." Ruby said aloud.

"You mistake me for someone with a lot of live for." Salem uttered.

"And that is the problem." Osborn stated as she stepped into the room, and Salem's eyes quickly locked on his.

"How could you?!.." Salem tearfully cried.

"After so many lifetimes, I honestly could not accept that this might work."

"What are you doing here?!" she shouted at him.

"I'm here to talk to you." Osborn stated. "A thousand lifetimes we have had this conflict, and every day I still think of you."

"As an enemy?!" Salem shouted, and stood up, "As a monster?!"

"As my wife." Osborn stated, "As the girl I saved so many milennia ago."

"But, I'm not.... I'm..." Salem voiced.

"You have changed." Osborn stated, "So have I, but every night I still think of you as my wife."

"You took our kids!" Salem shouted.

"I saved our kids." Osborn replied, "As I saved you."

"You took them from me!" Salem shouted.

"Salem, dear, when is the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror?" Osborn asked, as he stepped into the room, "Seen what you've done? Does it make you happy?"'

"Do I look happy?!" she screamed.

"You have spent your entire life raging against the Brothers."

"You're taking their side?" Salem asked.

"The only reason I agreed to their terms was to see you again." Osborn stated. "That's why, when I came back, I came to you. I wanted to believe you were still the woman I married."

"But, I'm a monster!" Salem screamed.

"In truth, my monster." Osborn stated, "And as it is, I did not even have to fear for my life."

"Then why did you leave me?!"

"Because our children were not as lucky." Osborn said, tears forming in his eyes, "Despite my pledge to the Brothers, what I have truly wanted all this time was to be with you."

"To be with me?!" Salem shouted, "Millennia of conflict? We have seem civilizations rise and fall, and fought over their charred corpses, and you just wanted to be with me?"

"How is that so hard to believe?" Osborn asked. "When was the last time you were truly happy?"

"When you!.." she nearly spat, and stopped midsentence as the realizing struck to her core.

"And for me it was when were reunited..." he voiced, "Before I could see what you had become..."

Salem quickly looked away, out the window. Ruby Petal Burst next to the window so she could see Salem's face. She looked confused and forlorn. "But?" Ruby asked, "We came to fight. I didn't even get to use my Silver Eyes."

Salem gave her a distraught look as they eyes got stuck in each other's gaze.

"The one thing she was afraid of." Osborn stated. "The one gift from the Brothers was that truly a gift. She had fallen so far down the path of the Grimm, she had forgotten what it was like to be Human." Salem turned around to look him in the eyes, and the two simply stared. "A thousand lifetime, and where did we get? Neither of us has made progress. Here we are, in fields surrounded by Grimm. I don't know about you, but it feels like the day I first left." Tears formed in both of their eyes as they stared at each other.

Ilia decloaked behind Salem, pulling her into a hug. Salem struggled against her, and nothing. Dark magics started to erupt from Salem, being cast off by Ilia's Aura. "Jaune taught me to use Aura. Jaune the Beacon of heavens."

Ruby looked at her curious, "That is a ridiculously good nickname."

Yang patted Jaune on the back. Jaune sighed for a moment, "Maybe not..." he said, as Salem fought less and less against the hug.

"He also taught me to hug." Ilia stated, as slowly Salem started to yield to the hug.

"So, what?" Yang asked, "Are we adopting her?"

"Perhaps a quaint cottage in the woods?" Osborn asked.

Salem looked confused and incensed before quickly acquiescing to her hug. "After everything that happened, how could you?.. so easily?.."

"After all these years and all of these lifetimes, one thing has never changed." Osborn stated, and she looked him deep in the eyes, as if questioning his very existence, "I love you." he said, and Salem fell to her knees.

"But, the blood have I spilled?!" Salem asked.

"Will hardly be ameliorated by more blood." Osborn stated.

"But?!" Salem screamed into the ground.

Osborn stepped up to her and kneeled down. He gently craddled her head and turned it towards him, "I still love you. Neither of us are the ones we first loved, but we still love."

"I... I..." she tried to voice.

He slowly leaned into her, eyes locked on each other as their lips slowly approached. They gave each other the softest of kisses before pulling apart and gazing into each other's eyes.

"Okay, yeah." Yang said, "Not that I'm complaining about you two getting back together. I mean, it's your choice, but, she is kind of a Grimm."

Osborn pulled away and looked at Ruby, "If only we had something that could banish the Grimm."

"Wait, me?" Ruby asked.

"You did wish to use your Silver Eyes." Weiss simply added.

Ruby looked at Salem, seeming to try something when nothing occured. "Okay, now I'm kind of nervous..."

Ren walked up to Salem and kneeled down, "Did you wish to be healed?"

"I honestly don't know what it would feel like to be without the Grimm..." Salem nervously voiced, "But I still want to try..."

Jaune walked up beside Ruby, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He started to glow a warm yellow glow. Ruby started to glow with a Crimson hue and her eyes started to glow Silver.

"How are you?.." Ruby asked.

"All I'm doing is moving Aura." Jaune said.

"But, my eyes?" Ruby asked, hands covering her eyes.

"Are part of you." Jaune said.

Ruby closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them up the silver light was cast about the room, washing out the colours. The dark in Salem's body started to burn off and dissolve. Ilia started to shake from the force of this, but would not let go. She needed the hug more than anything else. Salem screamed, and Ruby closed her eyes.

"NO!" Salem shouted, "Don't Stop!" she exclaimed. Ruby opened her eyes again, and again the light was cast about the room. Again, Salem screamed and struggled, and again Ilia held her tight and close."

"Perhaps we should give them some privacy?" Ren asked.

"I kind of want to..." Yang voiced, and Penthesilea stepped up next to her.

"I will hold the vigil with you." Penthesilea proudly stated.

Weiss walked up to Yang and kissed her on the cheek, "We will accept a scream or roar as a call for help."

"You got it." Yang stated, and Penthesilea gave her a yearning look. Weiss leaned up to give her a kiss on the cheek as well.

* * *

Blake closed the door as the group spread out in the dim corridor. Weiss opened up her scroll to talk to Ciel. "M'Lady?" Ciel asked.

"Please bring the Chevals into the main entrance?" Weiss asked.

"Yes, M'Lady." Ciel stated.

* * *

Salem's screams could still be heard as the silver light poured out from under the door. Blake sat on the ground, looking down one of the corridors. Weiss sat upon a Glyph, one leg hanging over the other. Nora and Ren sat together on the ground looking in the other direction.

* * *

Weiss stood up from her Glyph and started to nervously pace around, the silver light and screams still coming from under the door.

* * *

The light ceased, and the screams turned into whimpers.

* * *

Ren opened the door for the others, whom quickly filed in.

Ruby lay slumped over, breathing heavily. Ilia was on the ground, struggling to breathe, holding a passed out Salem. Jaune let go of Ruby, and crawled on hands and knees over to Ilia and Salem. Penthesilea was instantly at his side. Yang looked Weiss in the eyes, and content that she was watching ran over as well. Jaune moved his hands over to Salem's shoulders, and started channeling his Aura into her. She started to glow as her deep scars started to heal.

* * *

Jaune passed out. Penthesilea and Yang slowly lowered him to the ground. When they had turned him over they found Ilia already cuddled up to him, her breath easing as she drifted off. Yang and Penthesilea looked over to Osborn giving them a gentle look, "Could you help me carry her to the couch?"

* * *

Salem was suppine on the couch, with Osborn holding her hand.

#rwby #firen lhain #fauns au #arc-en-ciel

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dammarchy211 · 9 months

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what are your headcanons/thoughts on dammek? he doesn't make much of an appearance in hiveswap yet so i wanted to know what you think of him! (especially since u really seem to like him lol)

BRO I am THE Dammek guy lemme tell u. It’s kinda hard to condense all of my thoughts I’ve had about him in that like, 5 year time period were hiveswap was my main interest but fhkgkh-

Dammek is the trans guy who never washes his binder and sticks his head under the bathtub facets and washes his hair with hand soap instead of taking a shower. He’s incredibly smart when it comes to planning and engineering but even without even meeting him yet he comes off as weird insecure guy.

I’ve always held the interpretation that the controllingness over Xefros comes from a place of paranoia and dependence on him, and it’s Xefros’s own interpretation that it’s because he thinks he isn’t capable or dumb or smth. Which isn’t Xefros’s fault bc I ALSO think Dammek is the LEAST DAMN COMMUNICATIVE GUY EVER. Exactly the type of person to go “ooh you shouldn’t play area stickball because sports are so stupid.” When he actually just doesn’t want Xefros to Die. I hope (or if it never comes out personally interpret) Dammek’s arc as unlearning that, and just learning to be an open and cooperative person, which is really likely as Joey describes Jude as “stupidly self assured” (unlike Xefros). I think some of Dammek’s more covert toxicity in his relationship with Xefros was kinda lost in the writers switch between act 1 and 2, as a looot of the subtlety was as well. Some parts talking about Dammek are a bit dumbed down to be like, “Dammek mean to Xefros” but it doesn’t take away much from my own personal interpretation so whatever. I personally interpret Dammek as autistic (as I do the entire main four lmaoo), I could go into this waaay more in depth but one thing I wanna point out is his fixations on both things and people shown by what Xefros says about him and just, the state of some of the mad scribbling around his hives lmaoo. I think we’re gonna find that Dammek is really not as cool or even as good at social interactions as Xefros seems to prop him up to be. I think Dammek is the kind of person to deflect to being mean when he’s nervous in strange situations, which Xefros takes as being “tough” since He usually defaults to freezing or fauning haha

Okay that’s all before I go too insane<3 bye

#thedamtalkingtag #hiveswap #dammek #xefros tritoh #hiveswap headcanons

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For the next part of what are those. Adrian's a fauns so his mothers insist Jaune papa dragon arc personally look after his little hatchling.

Now the girls go madder as the dragon is a dilf

AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

Okay…

I wasn’t going to spoil this, but I’m too lazy a bastard to get it done already, but I’m not making, Adrian a faunas, much less a dragon faunas.

The dragon faunas is a one in a billion kind of faunas, they’re meant to be special, so there can’t be multiple of them. It defeats the whole special aspect of them.

And, I just don’t like the idea of making, Adrian a faunas. I just don’t. I like him as he already is.

Haaaa… I’ve gotten so many asks about this… And, that’s on me for not answering the damn question already! Haaa…

I’m going to finish ip the Sienna one, then I can go back to the, Adrian post.

Till later then.

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KATY!!

I bring snacks for the sleepover 🧀🍞🥐🥖🥨

Tell me your headcanons on beasts!! Anything from little observations to even your own little designs too!

BIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is such a good ask, dear god. You ask this, but I had a very elaborate Kin headcanons post some time ago ( x ), and I should have done the sibling Beasts one post, but I just never could compile thoughts as well. :') I have more ideas by now, though!

⚡ There was a Great One almost up to the level with Flora, named Fauna! Fauna is based off the name mentioned in cut content about “living livers” ( x ), as well as the cut content boss Great One beast ( x )! He is actually a very important element in my Bloodborne timeline and history of beasthood and Pthumerians, but the core of the conflict was their different views on how to handle the mortals? Flora was one control freak even before her corruption arc, embodying the light one should look up to for her guidance (Moon and Star); meanwhile, Faune embodied the sources of light that mortals could utilize and use to explore the world by their own means (Fire and Bolt)!

🔥 Most beasts will fall for very obvious sexual dimorphism, like actual animals! So: male and female Beast Patients, male Cleric Beasts (Laurence, Cleric Beast of the Bridge) and female Cleric Beasts (Amelia); male Loran beasts (Abhorrent Beasts) and female Loran beasts (Loran Silverbeasts), male Pthumeru big beasts (Blood-Letting Beasts) and female Pthumeru big beasts (Blood-Starved Beasts). I also don't know if you've seen this ( x ) post already, but I've tossed some theories on lack of assymetry in Amelia and Ludwig's beast forms!

⚡ Beast-Possessed Souls are pok3mon evolution next transformation stage of Loran Clerics!

🔥 I like the theory that Blood-Letting Beast is Laurence's restless corpse sealed in the dungeons, but by now I've chosen to not follow it. For me, they're to Pthumerians of Pthumeru Ihyll what Cleric Beasts are to Yharnam! And so, Darkbeasts were this type of beast to Loran!

⚡ However, I do like the idea that Laurence had the parasite within him further in his transformation, as my version of him still has Loran heritage. The parasite seen in Bloodletting beast, in Loran Silverbeasts at Nightmare Frontier, in the toxic cave in Forbidden Woods and in that pit near Cainhurst is, like... Well, you know how Phantasms could live within people with certain affiliation with the cosmos (Milkweed rune suggests it)? Parasite Larvae are roughly the same creation, albeit twisted. But remember that Fauna was a Great One himself, so beastly evolution could never be 100% separate from the cosmos!

🔥 I also do like the idea that in later stages, Laurence would be able to protrude the parasite from his mouth to consume someone's Insight like darn Brainsucker. I ALSO want it to be written in protocol that I think so because it makes sense and seems cool, and not because I am a simp.

⚡ In my headcanons, Laurence's fires and lava blood are not punishment of the Nightmare, but something natural to him. Watchdogs of the Old Lords have the same thing going on! His beast form has Ponyta logic, though, where his fires would not hurt a person or even feel THAT hot if he chooses to not harm them.

🔥 Fire is more natural for beasts in general... And that's why many of them will fear it! Loran Clerics, Beast-Possessed Souls (what an interesting name, huh!), Loran Silvebeasts and Watchdogs can use pyromancy on their own, after all! Overcoming fear of fire would mean giving into beasthood not only with body and mind, but with soul, like, truly succumbing to it. That's why the only beasts we see being like that are pretty 'ancient' ones. Their civilizations simply overcame the stage where they still held onto their humanity more!

⚡ Ludwig is a beast with Kin features, but Flora is a Kin with beast features. Basically, whether they're normally mutually exclusive, they CAN be combined in some cases!

🔥 All in all, beasts as reactive to what they're treated with as Kin, hence why there are types of beasts! Beast Patients are poisoned ones (the Old Yharnam ones received venomous blood of Blood-Starved Beast), Loran beasts come from.. well, Loran's equivalent of blood communion and consumption, Cleric Beasts have altered blood type in one way or another and they consume it in a different way than hunters, etc.

⚡ Interestingly, Loran Beasts seemed to have had branching between electric ones and fire ones! It was more common for them to pursuit one of the affiliations over the other. Abhorrent Beast is electric, but Beast-Possessed Soul is fire!! Yet they are equvalent. Darn pok3mon jokes everywhere again aaaaaaaa!!! Surviving Silverbeasts are caught in the middle a bit, using both but excelling at none, not to mention their missing guts, Arcane spills, parasites and dropping THIS ITEM:

That happened since 'Flora's curse' caught up with Loranites eventually. The sin against Flora happened within Loran, when Fort (another cut content name) helped Fauna to overpower Flora and consume her; you can see her abdonmen area missing, like Silverbeasts'! You recall that Great Ones do want to have children, that Flora no longer can, and since the very first communion carried not only Fauna's blood, but also the sin against Flora within it, the curse evolved in the end, striking those who were capable of giving birth. They've stopped messing with evolution entirely when the risk of their whole kind going extinct became too apparent, but in most cases, it was a bit too late.

🔥 Henryk's family is amongst survived 'electric' Loranites! Henryk was almost completely spared of the effects, but his younger brother (Afflicted Beggar) and his father (the "Night of celebration!" door NPC) were not. I think Beggar is his brother since they're both relevant to Loran, seem to be the same race and most importantly, share exactly the same slider data for the mole on their nose. This detail is so EXACT despite their faces being rather different, that there is no way I'll buy it was not an implication x) Here is the weird door NPC tho:

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^ He is the only door NPC that remains not just alive, but eloquent even after Bloodmoon, and that lower area in Yharnam is strange in general! You kill a Beast-Possessed Soul on the way to it, and it is full of butchers of the same type that Madaras Twins were. I think it is a perfect place for the people who wanted to hide some sort of heritage.

🔥 Laurence, on the other hand, descends from fire Loranites!

⚡ I've noticed that some beasts show loss of 'hair color'. Look at the image below, like, you see that the hair (fur?) closer to the skin has no color, it is just dark grey?

This inspired me to elaborate it into my designs that one of the earlier worrying signs would be starting to lose color like that. Hence why my Laurence, who had dark brown hair at Byrgenwerth era, has simply black hair as a Vicar in later days, and why Amelia and Cleric Beast of the Bridge have the streaks like this:

🔥 Red eyes for beasts are indication of the blood getting particularly sullied with human dregs or other kinds of curse and "filth". The Old Hunters that drop Vermin have red eyes and Scourge Beast that deals poison damage has red eyes (there is only one in the game, in Old Yharnam).

⚡ Like I stated before, human(oid) body will be reactive to how the blood is received, and how often! So, left arms of Cleric Beasts and Huntsmen are bigger because this is where blood ministration is received, and superstition that beasthood creeps from the right leg appeared because hunters kept injecting blood vials in their right leg!

🔥 Cainhurst nobles, descendants of Pthumeru Ihyll, actually have not had transformations into "real" beasts for god knows how long; Bloodlickers are their equivalent of beasts!

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Alright, I think I've got out the most of my ideas here so far! I am absolutely sure that I've forgotten at least something because it is 3 AM in my timezone and I do a little dying from coughing and sneezing dfsjhhdfds WORTH IT THOUGH xDDD Thank you for the ask!

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne theory #beasts #ask replies #laurence the first vicar #loran

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