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Title: Cold Hands Pairing: Tormund Giantsbane x fem!Reader Rating: M Summary: After the Battle of Castle Black, Jon needs someone to ensure their wildling prisoner makes it through the night. Because Tormund's the type you just want to rage fuck and I've been looking for an excuse to write for him since like 2017. tagging @mrsragnarlodbrok suffer with me

THE STEWARDS’ QUARTERS are dimly light and crowded in the wake of the night’s battle with the wounded members of the Night’s Watch. You rise from looking over little Olly’s scrapes and bruises, passing the boy a cup of watered ale to help him sleep —forget the horrors of the fighting. Castle Black was no place for a woman, and every estranged look cast in your direction from one of the men reminded you of that. Frowning, you wipe your hands on a stained apron and step outside into the frozen air. Below, men are clearing out the dead, a mix of wildlings and their own brothers, and beginning to make repairs to fortify the defenses should there be another attack. Jon Snow approaches you and lowers his head in greeting. “I have someone I need you to tend to,” he utters.

Castle Black’s dungeon is not large, only a single line of iron-barred cells in a short corridor —unoccupied save for the hulking figure at the very back in chains and pocked with broken arrows and crossbow bolts. He wears the thick, mismatched furs of the wildlings, but the fire in his hair is unmistakable. Tormund Giantsbane. Jon unlocks the cell and steps back, letting you pass. “Hurt a hair on her head,” Jon Snow starts, ice in his voice, “and you’ll be joining your kin on the pyre.”

You give Jon Snow a final nod of assurance —you’ve dealt with worse men than Tormund Giantsbane— and the bastard retreats down the corridor as you set down a flagon of icy water and a satchel of herbs and vials. “Tormund,” you greet, unwilling to shy away from his burning bright-blue stare. His notoriety spans north and south of the Wall —the man who suckled a giantess’s teat and fucked she-bears. Someone who you wouldn’t have expected to find stuck like a pincushion and locked away.

“Heard them say you’re a witch,” he grunts, hiding a scowl as you prod the arrow in his shoulder. You lift a curious brow. The crows call you a wood’s witch. In truth, you’re only a skilled herbalist with knowledge acquired from patching up members of the Night’s Watch over the years. Maybe it is a good thing they call you a witch —the men of the Watch didn’t much care for spirits and magic. “Don’t look like a witch,” Tormund notes, his voice rough. “All the witches I’ve known had warts and crooked noses” —he glares when you pull the first arrow from him without warning, knowing they were only bodkin points — “lived in trees.”

You lay a damp cloth over the bleeding wound before sliding around to his back. The arrows needed to be removed before you could strip him of the heavy furs to properly tend him. “If I had a cock,” you start with a dry laugh, “they’d call me a maester and give me a heavy chain to wear ‘round my neck.” Pressing your hand next to a second arrow, you wiggle the broken shaft, ensuring the arrowhead would come free too when you finally pull. You see the muscles in his neck tense.

“No more crows to worry over?” Tormund asks, voice gruff. Weren’t no more than a hundred men defending Castle Black on the ground and from above —a few more warriors in his warband, and they could’ve taken the castle to let Mance Rayder walk through the gates to the south.

“None that require my skillset.” He looks back, lifting a bloody brow in question. “Plucking arrows from men” —you snatch the third and final arrow from his back and toss it aside, all that’s left is the crossbow bolt in his leg— “sewing them back up.” Sitting back in front of him, you reach for the ties and straps of his clothes. Grimacing, he helps you divest himself of the layers until your icy fingertips brush against his broken and heated flesh. The wildling is barrel-chested with broad shoulders and strong arms —a testament to hard living beyond the Wall. Tormund lets you work in silence —defeat still leaves a sour taste on his tongue

HE SHIFTS AT the sound of footfalls on the stone, too light to belong to any of the crows. Between the torchlight and the few burning braziers, Tormund can see it is his sweet healer come to visit or torment him. The shackles on his ankles clink together against the stone floor as he moves around, scooting forward as you grow closer. “Couldn’t stay away,” he muses as you stop in front of his cell, setting down your satchel and water flagon.

“Daily rounds to see all my wards,” you counter, pulling a wrought iron key from the inside of your sleeve. You’d convinced Jon you could handle the wildling chieftain —maybe it was foolish of you to think that.

“Best for last?” He asks, laughing.

You huff, rolling your eyes as you unlock the cell, stepping inside. “You must be feeling better,” you note, setting out all your supplies.

Tormund drops the last of his layers —a stained wool tunic— next to him as you kneel with a damp cloth and fresh salve. He seizes your hands, startling you, but does nothing more than hold them between his own —his fingertips are rough, palms warm, wholly engulfing yours. “You got cold hands,” Tormund mutters, seeing the question form in your eyes.

“Didn’t think wildlings minded the cold,” you note, holding his gaze. He doesn’t say anything, just grunts in response and keeps your hands held in his for a moment longer before letting you carry about changing his wounds’ dressings.

But curiosity gets the better of him. He’s not known the Night’s Watch to keep a woman on hand. “How does you staying here with all these crows work?” Tormund asks —the muscles in his back tense when a cool, damp cloth touches his skin.

“Didn’t stay with the crows,” you tell him, removing a day-old cataplasm from his shoulder, washing away flecks of ground herbs left behind. “Stayed in Mole’s Town.” It was a small unpleasant village, but it meant you were close to the Wall —the Lord Commander paid for your services as a healer with how few men were currently in the Night’s Watch and with Maester Aemon growing frailer by the day. “Or I did,” you pause, remembering the grey smoke rising from the south a few days ago, “before your lot put it to the torch.” He wears a curious look as though to ask how you escaped his warband. “Was already here tending to those who went out north of the Wall.”

“Fate then,” he decides —the Old Gods must have meant for your paths to cross.

OF ALL THE men currently under your care, Tormund is your favorite, though you won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that —it’d make him nigh unbearable. He’s no longer kept in the dark cells below ground, despite still being a prisoner, or perhaps hostage, depending on what Stannis Baratheon and Jon Snow have planned. They’ve moved him to an empty room in one of the decaying towers of the castle. You unlock the door, finding him pacing along the perimeter of the small room. “Come to enchant me?” He asks, still finding it amusing that the crows would call a woman like you a witch.

“Thought I already had,” you laugh, watching as he starts tugging at his outer furs without instruction, “and that’s why you’ve been such a good boy.” Tormund Giantsbane wasn’t even half as stubborn as some of the Rangers who’ve come into your care over the years —like Benjen Stark when he came back from north of the Wall with an arrow in his shoulder.

“Boy?” Tormund bristles. “A boy doesn’t have a cock–” his voice fades into a hiss when you press the vinegar-soaked rag to the worst of his wounds. He glares at you, but then his hard stare softens when you smile. Tormund’s mind wanders, unable to stop himself from thinking what’d it be like to lay with a woman from south of the Wall —and if you’d still have that sharp tongue with his cock buried inside your cunt. “Can show you I’m not a boy,” he says, lips twitching upward under his ginger beard. “Doubt you’ve ever had a real man.”

Your gaze flits up to meet his, undeterred by his advances. It’s not the first time you’ve suffered through them, and you doubt it’ll be the last if you continue working with men who’ve sworn to be celibates. “That all you can think about?” You ask —more so teasing than chiding— unwrapping the strip of linen from around his leg. The poultice has kept infection at bay, though this wound is healing slower than the others.

“When I’m looking at a pretty woman,” Tormund replies in all sincerity, leaning forward.

You can feel warmth rushing to your cheeks, but you won’t let yourself look away elsewise he’ll know you’re not immune to his charms. “Well” —you smile, thinking of the conversation you’d overhead between Jon and Stannis— “you’re soon to be looking at a pretty crow named Lord Commander Snow.”

TORMUND GIANTSBANE IS no longer a prisoner under Jon Snow. The Lord Commander means to take him and a score of men to Hardhome and let the wildlings settle in the Gift to escape the encroaching Long Night. Jon knows he’s the only person the others will listen to in the wake of Mance Rayder’s death. The air in the common hall is thick with something you cannot describe —the members of the Night’s Watch have not taken kindly to Stannis’s men or the red-haired wilding sitting below the high table.

Olly sits next to you and Edd with a white-knuckle grip on his spoon, the taste of betrayal sitting bitterly on his tongue. Your gaze flits between the boy, Jon, and finally to Tormund. The wildling’s cold stare is already on you. Edd raises a brow when he sees how quickly you look away, cheeks tinged with warmth.

After some time, you take leave of the common hall, turning to the tower with a small room where Ser Alliser Throne said you could reside, as there was nowhere left for you to go. Tormund trails after you —and before you can shut the door to your chamber for the night, he stops you from doing so. “Didn’t come tend my wounds last night,” he laments, pouting almost.

“You’re going to live,” you assure him, letting him come in anyways. Last you checked, none of his wounds were close to festering, and all were healing cleanly and quickly. Untying your apron and belt, you set them aside and turn back to Tormund, half-smiling. “It’d be a waste of herbs and linen.” Those herbs and flowers would be precious commodities with winter fast approaching. He watches as you empty your satchel on the table and replenish the supplies in quiet awe —his sweet healer with cold hands. “You gonna tell me why you’re really here?” But you’re almost certain you already know, and you’ve no objections, either.

Tormund doesn’t answer at first. Instead, he steps behind you and cranes his head down to the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as his arm slides across your middle, pulling you back nigh flush against him. “You know,” he rasps at your ear. The tickle of his beard against your neck is all the warning you have before his lips brush over your skin. Sighing, you tilt your head to the side, melding into his warmth and wandering hands. He tugs impatiently at the laces on the front of your woolen dress, but you swat away his hands and make quick work of the ties and break from his hold to shimmy out of the heavy garment. It leaves you in a thin shift, scarcely protection from the frigid air of the North —though the fire in Tormund’s darkened stare does set your blood aflame.

You step to him, curling your fingers into the soft leather and fur on his chest, and he pounces like a wildman. His kiss is soft at first, a gentle caress of the lips, but it grows deeper when his tongue coaxes you into what becomes a series of leisurely kisses, though each one feels more urgent than the last. Tormund’s hands wander to the small of your back, then along the curve of your bum, bunching up the fabric of your shift until he can grip onto the bare meat of your thighs. He must think you weigh nothing by the way he lifts you, opening your legs until they’re wrapped around his waist, your arms around his shoulders, lips never straying far from his.

He places you on the edge of the bed, then begins with the ties of his clothes and boots —throwing the leathers and furs aside in great haste— until he’s left in only a pair of sealskin shorts with the outline of his hard cock clearly visible. Tormund slips to his knees in front of you, wedging himself between your knees. Surging forward, you kiss him again, intoxicated by the moment. He’s happy to give and reluctant to part. “Thought the Free Folk didn’t kneel,” you challenge, combing your fingers through his beard.

“Only to those we choose,” Tormund tells you, dragging his rough hands along the outsides of your thighs, over your hips, pushing your shift up until you pull the thin fabric overhead, dropping it to the stone floor. You whine when his rough fingers brush over your clavicles, up the column of your neck —there’s a gentleness to the wildling chieftain you would have never thought existed. Tormund’s hand grips your jaw, forcing you to keep his gaze —affirmation he’d chosen to kneel before you.

Without another word, he leans down and presses small kisses around your breast, looking up at you the whole time. The small pecks soon turn into sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as his eyes close in focus. You reach down, carding your hands through his fiery hair —encouragement. He continues to inch closer and closer until he latches onto your nipple and sucks hard, using his hand to play with your other one. He pulls back just for a moment to nip at it. “Tormund,” you breathe, burying your hands into his fiery locks.

Tormund moves his hands to the soft insides of your thighs, squeezes them, then leans down, placing a kiss below your navel. You jump at the tickle of his beard, and his low chuckle rattles through you both, sending a wave of warmth washing over you, pooling low in your belly as he moves farther down. He groans at the sight of your cunt —slick already and begging to be feasted upon, and feast he will. He laps at you, firm but gentle, the corners of his lips turning up in a smile when he reads the pleasure making your gaze go soft and unfocused.

Then you lose conscious thought the second he wraps his lips around your clit, hands holding you firmly in place as he laps and licks through your folds, methodical and slow with a long and low groan. Tormund’s fingers brush through your folds, gathering the slick there, and he eases one finger into your cunt, curling, and stroking, then adds a second. He’s doing something devastating —the gentle pressure with each flick of his tongue— your breath comes in short gasps, chest heaving until it all erupts with white sparks. “All southrons sweet as you?” He asks, scraping his beard along the inside of your thigh, fingers still working you down from the sudden high.

“I am from the North, Tormund,” you remind him, amused.

“South of the Wall, though,” he refutes, giving one final nip to the inside of your thigh before withdrawing his sopping fingers and sucking them clean —eyes never leaving yours. It sends a shiver down your spine. He rises from his knees, and you stand too, hands going to the ties of his underpants. Kicking aside the last of his clothing, he lets you push him back to the bed and climb atop him like you’ve won some great victory.

He’s splayed out beneath you, looking up at you with those clear-blue eyes, clouded with lust, like a challenge. He let you win. You know that — he knows that. But here you are, straddling him with your fingers intertwined in his, pinning his hands above his head. He can easily turn the tables —flip you over and hold you down, and make you beg for him until you can't take it anymore. He can do all of that, but he doesn’t. No, Tormund Giantsbane likes the feeling of your weight above him, pressing him into the mattress, and he wants to see where this will go.

You lean over him and press a kiss to his collarbone, then to the base of his neck and underside of his jaw —his beard brushes against your lips as they move further up until they’re ghosting over the corner of his mouth. He turns his head slightly, stretching up to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. You moan softly into his mouth as his tongue drags over your bottom lip, seeking entrance. He loves the taste of you everywhere —the sweetness of your tongue, the salt of your sweat, the tang of your cunt— Tormund loves it all. Perhaps you had enchanted him.

His hips press up off the bed when your fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him from base to tip, thumb following along one of the throbbing veins on the underside. You shuffle back, guiding the weeping head of his cock between your slick folds until it catches on the entrance of your aching cunt, and you press back further sinking onto him with a lurid moan —echoed by his own strangled groan and a string of curses.

You start to rock and twist your hips, building a pleasant rhythm, working yourself on top of him. Tormund’s lips are parted, breathing heavily as he watches how your cunt takes him in over and over again, a sight that drives him to oblivion, and paired with how you whimper and moan and the feel of your breasts under his hands, he thinks he could finish then and there.

Tormund digs his heels into the bed, aiding you as you bounce and twist atop him. “Tormund,” you whimper, knowing you need more than this —you need his touch. He’s quick to answer the soft pleading, hands squeezing against your hips, arms flexing to lift and drag you across his cock himself as his hips roll upwards, pressing deeper it feels than ever before. Leaning down, you press your lips to his —panting against his mouth as your chests move against one another, hips rolling and filling the room with the sound of flesh against flesh and a chorus of low moans and breathy praises.

It’s sudden when he twists around, putting you beneath him —his weight hovering over you, cock still buried deep in your cunt. “Fucking greedy,” he groans, continuing his slow pace. Something changes in his eyes, but you cannot decipher it. Instead, you draw his face down and kiss him again. You relax inch by inch, sliding your hands over his muscled back, the ridges of his shoulder blades, and down his arms, taking the time to fully appreciate the small nicks and scars you’ve seen a dozen times over now. Then he moves again and again. Each stroke quicker and deeper than the last.

His cheeks and chest are flushed in the low light, and his hair clings to his neck and forehead as his pace picks up. Long, calloused fingers bury into your hair, angling you to look at him. His other hand slides down to where your bodies are joined, rubbing your clit, knowing by the way your walls flutter, that you're close, as is he. The budding pressure grows, setting you on another precipice ready to fall. Your body begins shuddering against his, limbs limp but jerking, neck tilted back into the furs —shining with sweat. Seeing you like this is enough to push him over too. Tormund’s body tenses, his hip stuttering, cock twitching deep inside you with a spreading warmth. His groan is strangled when he thrusts into you again, lazily —just to feel his seed begin to seep from your ruined cunt.

You feel an old sort of contentment as he lowers his weight to rest on bent forearms at either side of your head —his hazy blue eyes staring down at you, the dark red of his hair and beard wilder than you’d ever seen. Tormund dips his head down, nuzzling against the crook in your neck.

On instinct, your arms wrap around him, fingertips following one of the curving scars on his back, relishing the feeling of warmth and safety. “You’re going to come back to me,” you tell him, mussing the strands of hair at the back of his neck. Jon Snow means to set off to Hardhome at first light, he’d said as such during the evening meal, and in the following days, Stannis and his men will depart to head south, first to Winterfell and then onward to King’s Landing. But you’ve no doubt Tormund Giantsbane will return.

“Aye,” Tormund agrees, rolling to the side. He’s quick to pull you along with him and tuck you into his side. “Then we’ll see if the crows can hear us all the way from atop the Wall,” he says, squeezing a handful of your bum. You laugh, pressing your face into his chest, and he laughs too, the sound coming from deep in his belly. Though it soon turns to a wistful sigh, should the Others take him, he’s certain his last thought will be of you —his sweet healer.

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kingsandbastardz · 1 month

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Writing Patterns

Thank you to @mx-myth!

This is supposed to be first sentence of my last 10 AO3 works.

But I'm modifying like... everything lol - I play with format with my writing and one thing I definitely do a lot is quote lines from the canon, so I'm going to be putting first few sentences/paragraph/sequence to work past those and for consistency. And like @mx-myth I'll also be adding a few last sentences for the few published works I have, just for fun. I'm including wips because I don't have a large body work. For WIP it'll be first sentence only. lmao is this the same tag challenge at all?

01. SAMSARA ( wip - Mysterious Lotus Casebook: FangDi - with past DiHuaDi - transmigration rebirth modern AU with a deeply traumatized actor Di Feisheng trying to both rescue this world's version of LLH while also running away from him and FDB with all his might.)

Imagine this: you live, you kill, you lick dirt from the shoes of your masters. You fail to die so many times you begin to wonder if you're immortal.

02. everything looks small - we gave up on those happy endings (wip MLC - This is the story I've been torturing myself with the past 2 months: Trio + Wuyan and a random Hulijing)

"Do you not remember me at all? Does the name Di Feisheng mean anything to you?" Li Lianhua smiles as he gathers his winnings. "Of course I remember you. You're my kind and rich friend." But that can't be right, Fang Duobing thinks as Li Lianhua tells him about his recently made acquaintance over dinner, his sightless eyes shining with a familiar brightness - just for a moment. That can't be right, because Di Feisheng has been missing for months.

03. 囍 Marriage (wip MLC - There are a lot of dead brides and ruined marriages in this series so I'm continuing the tradition. fanghua with possible difanghua and difanghuajlq. Sorta.)

He wakes choking, clawing free from the ropes binding his wrists to press trembling fingers to agonized lips that are sewn shut with some kind of fine thread. There is a golden ingot trapped behind his teeth, stretching his jaw open against strained stitching. He chokes as he struggles to breathe through his nose and the lump of metal presses against the back of his tongue to slip further against his throat. He's terrified the blackness means he's also been blinded.

04. flight is something done willfully (wip MLC - fangdi, immediately post-canon - something something about having to finally deal with fdb's trauma surrounding loss and abandonment and dfs having a fuckton of patience in dealing with fdb's prolonged panic attack that mobilizes a small militias, the Minister of the Treasury, and sigu sect leadership)

You made the mistake of thinking words would finally be acceptable. After all, you are now free. A potential cure for poison has been handed over. All is well. You can relax and open your mouth and actually let real words come out. But the thing is, your tacit understanding only lasts as long as neither of you try to actually communicate.

05. The Universe of Us : When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them (wip MLC - timeloop and a battle between opposing spirits)

When Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng meet again, it is at the same time, on the same beach where they find nothing but the ocean, a pile of fermenting seaweed and their own memories. They are like strangers absorbed in their own grief. It's no matter. To Di Feisheng, they met because of Li Lianhua, so it’s fitting that they are both strangers now without him.

06. 羽化成蝶 Metamorphosis (DFS' core is untouchable - idk where I'm going with this but the main concept is internal vs external form)

A familiar dao thumps onto the table as a handsomely dressed giantess seats herself across from Li Xiangyi. "I have the list," she says with no introduction. Her voice is low and fuzzy, like someone who's spent a lifetime with a pipe in hand and smoke in her lungs - it wasn't unpleasant. "Di-mengzhu," Li Xiangyi greets politely as he pours her tea. A faint wildness in his eyes is his only acknowledgement that he is facing something unexpected.

07. Pear Blossoms In Spring ( wip - Mysterious Lotus Casebook: FangDi - meant to be a silly romance but turned into a comedy about a shaoye who keeps comparing the love of his life to his favorite dead horse)

“Ah, this is the Iron Head Slave. Remember?” says Li Lianhua the Lying Liar gesturing to the tall, leggy beauty blocking their path. “His name is a-Fei.”

08. the moon is as bright as it was before (my first finished and posted fic in many years and it's an experimental thought piece for Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

the existence of a torture chamber beside the wedding bedroom and its contents shouldn’t be a surprise at this point. and yet… it’s the redundancy you find offensive. she has a multi-chamber dungeon. she has a water chamber in her own quarters. why must it extend here as well?

under the moon’s blessing, you smile back and for the first time in your life, you hope for the future.

09. I, Augustus (Tour Of the Merrimack - gay space roman that can't decide whether he wants to kill or fuck an american and which is worse? who knows)

It was sound that went first. Eardrums deadened, he careened off the bridge, chest so full of metal he'd lost count how many times he'd been shot. He could see the flash-bang of incendiary rounds as they were fired from both his fellow 300 and the advancing Americans, the light momentarily coloring roiling black smoke with flashes of pink and yellow.

He dreams instead of possibility, of new worlds and unmappable futures, their patterns varied and far reaching as the ever expanding universe.

10. An Affair to Remember: The Commissar and His Snake (Warhammer 40k fandom - A Guant's Ghosts story in the style of Ciaphas Cain)

opening

INQUISITORIAL DOSSIER: IIIX:4SE:A3ASF3S:XXX COMPILED BY INTERROGATOR ANTONIUS WONG CHAU-SANG UNDER THE AUSPICES OF INQUISITOR MABODABU, ORDO XENOS INQUISITORIAL DATA-LIBRARY DATE: 999.M41 FILE START// Editorial note: I am sure that most who read this are already familiar with the work of the esteemed Inquisitor Amberley Vail who compiled her eye-opening series based upon the famed Commissar Cain's private memoirs.

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“Come along then,” I said as I began to walk. I lengthened my stride. My legs are, after all, longer.43 I felt Elim follow, his dark presence hesitating only a moment before he was half a step behind me, where he should be, sure and certain as any shadow. 43 I can only assume Colonel-Commissar Gaunt deliberately lengthened his stride to make it more difficult for the Major to keep up. This would be an ongoing theme in their relationship for many years to come.

Patterns:

For openings, whether it's with concept or actions/visual, I tend to drop the reader straight into the middle of a situation as a hook and then dial it backwards.

I favor punchy openings.

also like I said earlier, I like to quote or recreate a scene from the canon to quickly establish tone and position in the story

of the 3 endings I have here, all of them tend to be like the ending of a jdrama where it fades off toward a "and life goes on" vibe, rather than something stronger like "and then this happened". I don't forsee this changing much in the future. I tend to fade away by the time i reach an ending so either it's super abrupt or the wheel of life continues turning~~~

Tagging all writers and anyone else who wants to do this!

@the-wintry-mizzenmast @momosandlemonsoda @thesilversun @randomingoftherandomness @eirenical @difeisheng @busarewski @bbcphile

#tag game #mysterious lotus casebook #writing patterns #my royal ramblings

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justlarkin · 1 year

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Going to ramble about the ownership of Freyr's sword and characterization because I find the situation interesting!!

In mythology, there's two variations I've read on how Freyr lost his sword, but they both involve him trying to court the giantess, Gerd. In the most common version, Freyr gives it to Skirnir after he offers to talk to Gerd for him, so he won't keep moping around in his lovesick state. Skirnir does threaten to kill Gerd with it after she keeps refusing to meet Freyr, but eventually settles on cursing her instead when he realizes Freyr won't reward him if she's dead. Gerd finally relents, meets Freyr nine days later, they get married, and Freyr never got his sword back from Skirnir. This is actually referenced by Gullinbursti since he brings up his disapproval of Skirnir after seeing Temujin threaten to kill MC if they refused to join his horde.

In the other version, Freyr is attacked by an unnamed giant and is forced to kill him with his sword. Feeling guilty about killing someone, especially a complete stranger, he sits in Odin's magical throne to find out who the giant was. With the throne he's able to see the giant's family and among them was Gerd, the sister of the giant. Freyr instantly falls in love with her, but he knew she could never love her brother's killer. He starts to mope around, refusing to eat, sleep, or talk like the other version until his father becomes concerned and sends Skirnir to talk to him. Skirnir finds out what's wrong, does his thing, and Gerd meets with Freyr after nine days. The only difference is that Freyr gives the sword to Gerd as an apology for killing her brother and swears not to kill again.

In mythology, Freyr doesn't exactly seem thrilled about killing others since he's the god of peace. He's definitely good at it, but it's more of a thing done out of necessity or a wild dog backed into a corner scenario for him. That's literally the whole point of him having a sword that will fight on it's own, Freyr won't have to consciously kill anyone himself.

I just wonder if this bit about his character, has anything to do with his decision to leave his sword behind with Gullinbursti during Ragnarok. It's implied that he didn't want Gullinbursti to die as his substitute because he shouldn't be treated as someone replaceable, but it's kinda weird that he left his sword behind too. Maybe he was just trying to avoid unnecessary death while keeping his promise to Gerd? It wasn't Gullinbursti's battle to fight, so he wasn't going to let him die in his place and he also didn't bring his sword because he didn't want to kill Surtr. LWs, it'd be cool if you elaborated on this by adding the big, hot giantess to explain everything. K? Thx.

#shut up lark

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melancholyandfrogs · 2 years

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A Comprehensive Time Line of Harry Potter History

! this is all what I consider to be canon - some things might be inaccurate but I did the best research I could !

Let's start young- 993

Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is founded by Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor

Chamber of Secrets is made by Salazar Slytherin

Room of Requirement is made by Helga Hufflepuff

September - Peeves the Poltergeist is brought into existence by the energy of students at Hogwarts

1419

Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington is born

October 31st, 1492

Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington is killed in battle, and becomes Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor

1598

Cuthbert Binns is born

1860

Cuthbert Binns dies while teaching at Hogwarts, and becomes a ghost while staying the Professor of History of Magic

1881

Albus Dumbledore is born

December 31st, 1926

Tom Marvolo Riddle is born to Thomas Riddle Senior and Merope Riddle (née Guant)

1928

Rubeus Hagrid is born to Fridwulgfa the Giantess and Hagrid Senior

October 4th, 1935

Minerva McGonagall is born to (muggle) Robert McGonagall and Isobel Ross

1942

Hagrid is expelled from Hogwarts after being blamed for bringing the 'monster' to Hogwarts the first time the Chamber of Secrets is opened, and becomes the groundskeeper

Tom Riddle becomes Voldemort

Jan 14th - Galahad Weasley is born Lieke Hugo and Geriant Weasley

June, 1943

Myrtle Warren is killed and becomes Moaning Myrtle

1946

Minerva McGonagall is sorted into Gryffindor

1950 - Arthur

February 6th - Arthur Weasley is born to Cedrella Weasley (née Black) and Septimus Weasley

March 31st - Edward "Ted" Tonks is born

Andromeda Black is born to Cygnus Black and Druella Black (née Rosier)

1951 - Molly

October 30th - Molly Prewett is born to Beatrix Prewett (née Davis) and Servius Prewett

Bellatrix Black is born to Cygnus Black and Druella Black (née Rosier)

1954

Lucius Malfoy is born to Belvina Malfoy (née Nott) and Abraxas Malfoy

The twins Gideon and Fabian Prewett are born to Beatrix Prewett (née Davis) and Servius Prewett

Minerva McGonagall graduates Hogwarts as head girl and beater

1955

Narcissa Black is born to Cygnus Black and Druella Black (née Rosier)

1958

Petunia Evans is born

Minerva McGonagall becomes Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts

1959 - Peter, Sirius

September 9th - Peter "Scabbers" Pettigrew is born

September 14th - Frank Longbottom is born to Augusta Longbottom (née Smethwick) and Geoffrey Longbottom

November 3rd - Sirius "Padfoot" Orion Black is born to Walburga Black (née Black-Crabbe) and Orion Black

December 19th - Pandora Lestrange is born

1960 - Snape, Lily, Remus, James

January 9th - Severus "Snivellus, Half-Blood Prince" Snape is born to Tobias Snape and (muggle) Eileen Prince

January 30th - Lily "Doe" Jade Evans is born

March 10th - Remus "Moony" John Lupin is born to Lyall and Hope Lupin

March 27th - James "Prongs" Fleamont Potter is born to Fleamont Potter and Euphemia Potter (née Greengrass)

April 2nd - Dorcas Meadowes is born

August 1st - Marlene McKinnon is born

August 16th - Alice Fortescue is born

October 31st - Aida Zabini is born

November 13th - Xenophilius Lovegood is born

Sorting Year - Pre-War 1961 - students born 1950-1951

Gryffindor: Arthur Weasley - beater, Molly Weasley

Hufflepuff: Ted Tonks

Slytherin: Andromeda Black

Lower Slytherin: Bellatrix Black - prefect

1961

Regulus Arcturus Black is born to Walburga Black (née Black-Crabbe) and Orion Black

Minerva McGonagall and Elphinstone Urquart are married

March 7th, 1965

Remus Lupin is attacked by Fenrir Greyback and becomes a werewolf

Sorting Year - First War 1965 - students born 1954-1955

Gryffindor: Gideon and Fabian Prewett - chasers

Slytherin: Lucius Malfoy

Lower Slytherin: Narcissa Black - head girl

1968

Bellatrix Black becomes a Death Eater, receives a dark mark

1969

June - Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett are married, she comes Molly Weasley

Andromeda Black is disowned by the Black family for being courted by Ted Tonks, a muggleborn

1970 - Bill

Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black get married, she becomes Bellatrix Lestrange

November 29th - William “Bill” Arthur Weasley is born to Arthur and Molly Weasley (née Prewett)

Sorting Year - Marauders 1971/1972 - students born 1959/1960/1961

Gryffindor: James Potter - chaser and head boy, Remus Lupin - prefect, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black - keeper, Lily Evans - head girl, Marlene McKinnon - chaser, Frank Longbottom, Alice Fortescue

Ravenclaw: Xenophilius Lovegood

Lower Ravenclaw: Pandora Lestrange

Slytherin: Severus Snape, Dorcas Meadowes - prefect, Aida Zabini

Lower Slytherin: Regulus Black - seeker, prefect

1972 - Charlie

Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter find out that Remus Lupin is a werewolf

Ted Tonks and Andromeda Black get married, she becomes Andromeda Tonks

James Potter becomes a chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team

December 12th - Charles “Charlie” Septimus Weasley is born to Arthur and Molly Weasley (née Prewett)

Regulus Black becomes a seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team

The Marauder’s Map is made

Elphinstone Urquart dies of natural causes, leaving Minerva McGonagall a widow

1973 - Tonks

Nymphadora Vulpecula Tonks is born to Andromeda Tonks (née Black) and Ted Tonks

Sirius Black becomes a keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team

Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter become Animagus (Sirius a black dog, Peter a rat and James a deer) to accompany Remus Lupin during full moons safely

1974

September - Remus Lupin, Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon are made Gryffindor prefects, Dorcas Meadowes is made a Slytherin prefect

Lily Evans and James Potter kiss for the first time in 4th year after a game of truth and dare in the Gryffindor common room

1976 - Percy

April - Viktor Krum is born

Xenophilius Lovegood and Pandora Lestrange get married, she becomes Pandora Lovegood

James Potter is made a Gryffindor prefect

August 22nd - Percival "Percy" Ignatius Weasley is born to Arthur and Molly Weasley (née Prewett)

Lucius Malfoy becomes a Death Eater, receives a dark mark

November - Lily Evans finally confesses her love to James Potter in 6th year

1977 - Fleur

Fleur Delacour is born to (Veela) Apolline and Monsieur Delacour

June 30th - Delphini Naga is born to Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black) and Voldemort | Tom Riddle

July - Lily Evans and James Potter officially get together

Cedric Diggory is born to Douglas Diggory and his wife

October 30th - Angelina Johnson is born

1978 - Fred/George, Lee

Severus Snape becomes a Death Eater, receives a dark mark

April 1st - the twins Fredrick Gideon and George Fabian Weasley are born to Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley (née Prewett)

Frank Longbottom and Alice Fortescue get married, she becomes Alice Longbottom

Lee Jordan is born

November - Lily Evans and Alice Longbottom find out that they’re pregnant, Lily Evans and James Potter move into Godric’s Hollow

Cho Chang is born

December - Fleamont Potter and Euphemia Potter (née Greengrass) get sick with Dragon Pox

Beatrix Prewett (née Davis) and Servius Prewett die fighting in the First Wizarding War, leaving their children orphans

1979 - Hermione, Seamus, Lavender

May - Fleamont Potter and Euphemia Potter (née Greengrass) die of Dragon Pox, leaving James Potter an orphan

Regulus Black dies to destroy a Horcrux via betraying Voldemort

September 19th - Hermione Jean Granger is born

September - Seamus Finnigan is born

September 21st - the twins Parvati and Padma Patil are born

Hannah Abbott is born to Gifford Abbott and his wife

November - Susan Bones is born and often watched by her aunt, Amelia Bones

Lavender Brown is born

Fabian Prewett dies fighting in the First Wizarding War

Dudley Dursley is born to Petunia Dursley (née Evans) and Vernon Dursley

1980 - Dean, Ron, Draco, Neville, Harry

January 7th - Dean Thomas is born

March 11th - Ronald "Ron" Bilius Weasley is born to Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley (née Prewett)

Justin Finch-Fletchey is born

June 5th - Draco Lucius Malfoy is born to Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy (née Black)

June - Ernie MacMillan is born

July 1st - Theodore Tiberius Nott is born to Tiberius Nott and his wife

July 30th - Neville Longbottom is born to Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom (née Fortescue)

July 31st - Harry James Potter is born to James Potter and Lily Potter (née Evans)

August 28th - Pansy Parkinson is born

September 1st - Blaise Elias Zabini is born to Aida Zabini and Elias Knightly

1981 - Luna, Zach, Ginny

February 13th - Luna Elizabeth Lovegood is born to Xenophilius and Pandora Lovegood (née Lestrange)

March - Zacharias Hepzibah Smith is born, believed to be the heir of Hufflepuff

Colin Creevey is born

July - Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadowes are killed fighting Death Eaters

August 11th - Ginevra “Ginny” Molly Weasley is born to Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley (née Prewett)

November - Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom (née Fortescue) are tortured to insanity via Cruciatus Curse, Neville Longbottom goes to live with his grandmother Augusta Longbottom (née Smethwick)

Elias Knightly is killed mysteriously

Gideon Prewett dies fighting in the First Wizarding War, leaving his sister Molly Weasley (née Prewett) as the sole Prewett war survivor

October 31st, 1981

James Potter and Lily Potter (née Evans) are killed by Voldemort who breaks an unbreakable vow and is ripped apart and Harry Potter is orphaned

Sirius Black is imprisoned in Azkaban for his assumed crimes, the Weasley family takes in Scabbers

aftermath on November 3rd - Harry Potter is delivered on the doorstep of Petunia Dursley (née Evans) and Vernon Dursley

Sorting Year - Double Trouble 1983 - students born 1972-1973

Gryffindor: Charlie Weasley

Hufflepuff: Nymphadora Tonks

1985

Mateo Maximoff is born

1986

February 14th - Christabel Zabini is born to Aida Zabini and Paul Mitchell

July 30th - Gabrielle Apolline Delacour is born to (Veela) Apolline and Monsieur Delacour

Dennis Creevey is born

December - Paul Mitchell dies mysteriously

1987

Neville Longbottom’s uncle throws him out the window and his family confirms that he’s not a squib, due to him bouncing down the pavement

December 19th - Elaine Tyra Zabini is born to Aida Zabini and Tyson Conners

Sorting Year - Durms, Beauxs, Hogs 1987 - students born 1976-1977

H, Gryffindor: Percy Weasley - head boy, Oliver Woof - keeper and quidditch captain

B, Ombrelune: Fleur Delacour

D, Wolverine: Viktor Krum - seeker

D, Vulpelara: Athena Eliopoulos

Sorting Year - The Twins 1989 - students born 1978

Gryffindor: Fred and George Weasley - beaters, Angelina Johnson - keeper and team captain, Lee Jordan - quidditch announcer, Katie Bell - chaser, Adrian Pucey - chaser

Slytherin: Marcus Flint - team captain

Ravenclaw: Cho Chang - prefect

Hufflepuff: Cedric Diggory - prefect

1990

Tyson Conners dies mysteriously

Pandora Lovegood (née Lestrange) is killed by her own experiment in front of her daughter, Luna

September - Neville Longbottom buys Trevor the toad

October 30th - Lacey and Sable Zabini are born to Aida Zabini and Johnathan Taylor

Harry Potter talks to a snake at a zoo (believed to be Nagini), and traps his cousin Dudley Dursley and his friend Piers Polkiss behind glass accidentally

1991 (Philosopher's Stone)

Johnathan Taylor dies mysteriously

July 31st - Harry Potter buys Hedwig the snowy owl

July - Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy meet in Diagon Alley and Draco accidentally insults him, Hagrid buys him Hedwig the owl

August - Quirinus Quirrell becomes Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and meets Harry Potter in Diagon Alley, who notes his 'stutter'. Hagrid informs Harry who Voldemort is

September - Dumbledore hides the Philosopher's Stone in Hogwarts, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter fight a Mountain Troll in a girl’s bathroom on the first floor

Harry Potter becomes a seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team

October - Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have detention in the forbidden forest for being out of bed after curfew

November - Charlie Weasley breaks into Hogwarts to take Norbert the dragon to safety, who Hagrid had hatched

December 25th - Harry Potter gets James Potter’s invisibility cloak for Christmas from Albus Dumbledore, who previously had it

Sorting Year - Golden Trio 1991 - 1980

Gryffindor: Harry Potter - seeker, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley - keeper and prefect, Hermione Granger - head girl, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan - chaser, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown

Slytherin: Draco Malfoy - seeker and head boy, Pansy Parkinson - prefect, Blaise Zabini - chaser, Theodore Nott - keeper, Daphne Greengrass

Hufflepuff: Justin Finch-Fletchy, Ernie McMillian - prefect, Susan Bones - prefect, Zacharias Smith - chaser, Wayne Hopkins - beater, Oliver Rivers

Ravenclaw: Terry Boot - beater, Padma Patil

1992 (Philosopher's Stone, Chamber of Secrets)

The Mirror of Erised is discovered by Harry Potter

April - Harry Potter kills Quirinus Quirrell with the Philosopher's Stone, releasing Voldemort’s spirit, who knocks him out

July - Dobby the House Elf tries to stop Harry Potter from going back to Hogwarts by stealing the letters Ron and Hermione send him

It's further revealed that the Dursley's are abusive to Harry Potter

August 3rd - Ron, Fred and George Weasley rescue Harry Potter from the Dursleys

Cedric Diggory becomes a Hufflepuff Prefect

September 1st - Harry Potter and Ron Weasley take a flying car to Hogwarts after missing the train and crash into the Whomping Willow, Ginny is given Tom Riddle’s diary by Lucius Malfoy

Gilderoy Lockhart becomes Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Draco Malfoy becomes a seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team

Theodore Nott becomes a keeper for the Slytherin Quidditch team

October 8th - Penelope Clearwater is petrified through her mirror

October 30th - Mrs. Norris is petrified

Hermione Granger makes a polyjuice potion with Milicent Bulstrone, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe’s hair for her, Harry and Ron but Millicent’s hair is actually her cats and Hermione’s potion goes wrong

December 18th - Nearly Headless Nick and Justin Finch-Fletchey are petrified together

December 20th - Colin Creevey is petrified through his camera

December 23rd - Hermione Granger is petrified holding a piece of paper containing basilisk information (believed to be given to her by Draco Malfoy)

Sorting Year - Silver Trio 1992 - students born 1981

Gryffindor: Ginny Weasley - chaser, Colin Creevey - photographer

Slytherins: Astoria Greengrass - prefect

Ravenclaw: Luna Lovegood

1993 (Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban)

May - Ginny Weasley is saved from the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter kills the Basilisk

July 1st - Tiberius Nott is arrested in connection with Death Eaters while Theodore Nott is still in school

Remus Lupin is hired as Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher

July - Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban as an Animagus

Dumbledore gives Hermione Granger a time-tuner to complex more classes per semester

Buckbeak the Hippogriff attacks Draco Malfoy for accidentally insulting him

August 31st - Hermione Granger buys Crookshanks the half-Kneazle (believed to previously have been the Potter's cat

September - Remus Lupin and Harry Potter meet on the train, is saved from a Demetor attack

Sirius Black and Harry Potter meet, revealing Remus Lupin as a werewolf and Peter Pettigrew as Scabbers (the Weasley family rat) and the true traitor

Buckbeak the Hippogriff is saved by Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, who traveled back in time user her time turner, he, in turn, saves them from the transformed werewolf, Remus Lupin

Sirius Black escapes with Buckbeak the Hippogriff and keeps in touch with Harry Potter, his god-son

Remus Lupin confronts Dumbledore and quits his job

1994 (Goblet of Fire)

February 24th - The Triwizard Champions are Chosen: Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts and Hufflepuff, Fleur Delacour of Beauxbaton and Ombrelune, Viktor Krum of Durmstrang and Wolverine, and finally (incorrectly) Harry Potter of Hogwarts and Gryffindor

Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang are believed to start dating

1995

Monsieur Delacour dies

Fleur Delacour graduates from Beauxbatons

Fleur Delacour moves in with Bill Weasley

1995 (Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix)

June 24, Battle at the Graveyard - Cedric Diggory is killed, Voldemort | Tom Riddle is revived and Peter Pettigrew looses an arm

August 18th - Harry Potter is tortured by Dolores Umbridge, gets a scar on his hand that says “I must not tell lies”

September - Dolores Umbridge becomes Headmistress of Hogwarts

October - The Room of Requirement is exposed

November - Dumbledore’s Army is created, Umbridge creates the Inquisitorial Squad

December 18th - Arthur Weasley is attacked at the Ministry of Magic by Nagini, survives and spends his recovery at St. Mungo's

Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks get together

1996 - Teddy

April 28th - "Teddy" Edward Remus Lupin is born to Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin

1996 (Order of the Phoenix, Half-Blood Prince)

February - Dolores Umbridge finds the Room of Requirement with the help of the Inquisitorial Squad via Draco Malfoy having his peers use Polyjuice potion

Divinations Professor Sybille Trelawney is fired by Dolores Umbridge, Minerva McGonagall offers her sanctuary at Hogwarts despite not having liked her in previous books

June 27th, Battle at Ministry of Magic - Sirius Black is thrown into the void, Ron Weasley is hexed and gets permanent damage on his arms

Sirius Black dies from the void

October 12 - Katie Bell is tortured under the Imperius Curse via Madam Rosmerta of Three Broomsticks, under the Imperius Curse via Draco Malfoy at the order of Death Eaters

December - Lucius Malfoy is arrested in connection with Death Eaters

1997

Viktor Krum and Athena Eliopoulos get married, she becomes Athena Krum

Katie Bell and Evan II Rosier officially get together

August - It's believed that Draco Malfoy is bitted by Fenrir Greyback instead of receiving the dark mark as a way to punish his parents

1997 (Half-Blood Prince, Deathly Hallows)

June 30th, Battle of the Astronomy Tower - Albus Dumbledore is killed by Severus Snape with the Death Eaters being under the impression Draco Malfoy killed him, Bill Weasley is mauled by Greyback, Harry uses Sectumsempra on Draco Malfoy, leaving him with permanent scars that Severus Snape heals alongside Madam Pomfrey

July 27th, Battle of the Seven Potters - George Weasley loses his ear via Sectumsempra cast by Severus Snape, Alistair "Mad-Eye" Moody and Hedwig are killed in battle

August 1st - Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley get married, she becomes Fleur Weasley

Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, Garrick Ollivander and Griphook kidnapped and taken to Malfoy Manor

September - Xenophilius Lovegood betrays Harry, Hermione and Ron to the Death Eaters to try and save Luna's life, they go on the run instead of going to Hogwarts

Sorting Year - Rebellion Generation 1996/1997 - students born 1985/1986

Gryffindor: Dennis Creevey

Slytherin: Elaine Zabini - chaser

Upper Slytherin: Christabel Zabini, Mateo Maximoff - seeker

1998

March - Peter Pettigrew is killed by Voldemort

Ted Tonks dies while escaping Death Eaters who kidnap loyal followers of Dumbledore and muggleborn's

Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan get together officially

June - Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil get together officially

Katie Bell and Evan II Rosier get married, she becomes Katie Rosier

1998 (Deathly Hallows)

April - Hermione Granger is tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange at Malfoy Manor, leaving a scar on her neck (or the word mudblood on her wrist)

October 14th - Fred Weasley and Lee Jordan create and run Potterwatch, Ron Weasley abandons the hunt for Horcruxes from effect of being around the Horcruxes they've already found

November 4th - Ron Weasley comes back to the hunt

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley officially get together

May 2, 1998

Severus Snape is killed by Voldemort

Lavender Brown is mauled by Fenrir Greyback (believed to live)

During the battle there are casualties: Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Colin Creevey, Vincent Crabbe, Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black), Fenrir Greyback among fifty others

Ron Weasley breaks the silence curse cast by Voldemort at the defense of Harry Potter

Historically, Draco Malfoy throws Harry Potter back his wand

Neville Longbottom kills Nagini (the last Horcrux) and defeats Voldemort

1999

Hannah Abbot and Neville Longbottom officially get together

November 15th - Victoire Molly Weasley is born to Bill Weasley and Fleur Weasley (née Delacour)

Percy Weasley and Audrey Fairfax get married, she becomes Audrey Weasley

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley officially get together

2000

October - Elaine Zabini becomes a chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team

Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott get married, she becomes Hannah Longbottom

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger get married, she becomes Hermione Weasley

2001

Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan get married, she becomes Susan Macmillan

May 10th - Rebecca Molly Weasley is born to Percy Weasley and Audrey Weasley (née Fairfax)

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil get married, they become the Brown-Patil’s

Mateo Maximoff becomes a seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team

November 3rd - Nicolas Evan Rosier is born to Katie and Evan Rosier (née Bell)

Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott get married, she becomes Hannah Longbottom

2002 - Fred II

George Weasley and Angelina Johnson get married, she becomes Angelina Weasley

Ginny Weasley becomes a professional Quidditch player with the Holyhead Harpies

January 3rd - Fred Angelo Weasley is born to George Weasley and Angelina Weasley (née Johnson)

April 24th - Jake Arthur Weasley is born to Percy Weasley and Audrey Weasley (née Fairfax)

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley get married, she becomes Ginny Potter

July 24th - Mavis Poppy Longbottom is born to Hannah Longbottom (née Abbott) and Neville Longbottom

November 21st - Florenz Apollo Krum is born to Viktor Krum and Athena Krum (née Eliopolous)

2003 - Dominique, James II

Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander officially get together

February 1st - Dominique Gabrielle Weasley is born to Bill Weasley and Fleur Weasley (née Delacour)

Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan get married, he becomes Seamus Thomas

September 18th - James Sirius Potter is born to Harry Potter and Ginny Potter (née Weasley)

2004 - Roxanne

January 29th - Irene Hannah Macmillan is born to Susan Macmillan (née Bones) and Ernie Macmillan

February 4th - Roxanne Olivia Weasley is born to George and Angelina Weasley (née Johnson)

Dennis Creevey and Elaine Zabini officially get together

Gabrielle Delacour and Mateo Maximoff officially get together

October 25th - Lucas Karter Rosier is born to Katie Rosier (née Bell) and Evan Rosier

Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass get married, she becomes Astoria Malfoy

2005 - Rose, Albus

January 20th - Rose Minerva Granger is born to Hermione Weasley (née Granger) and Ron Weasley

February 21st - Alice Ginevra Longbottom is born to Neville Longbottom and Hannah Longbottom (née Abbott)

May 3rd - the twins Lorcan Arthur and Lysander Rowan Scamander to Rolf Scamander and Luna Lovegood

June 1st - Lee Avery is born to George Weasley and Angelina Weasley (née Johnson)

July 23rd - Cooper Ronald Thomas is born to Seamus Thomas (née Finnigan) and Dean Thomas

August 5th - Albus Severus Potter are born to Harry Potter and Ginny Potter (née Weasley)

2006 - Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is born to Draco Malfoy and Astoria Malfoy (née Greengrass)

July 12th - The twins Ellie Audrey and Luciana Mia Weasley are born to Percy Weasley and Audrey Weasley (née Fairfax)

Daniel Greengrass is born to Daphne Greengrass and Oliver Rivers

Melissa Goyle is born to Gregory Goyle and Millicent Bulstrode

2007 - Caliban/Ciar, Lily

February 18th - the twins Caliban Basil and Ciar Mauritius Brown-Patil are born to Lavender and Parvati Brown-Patil

April 2nd - Lily Luna Potter is born to Harry Potter and Ginny Potter (née Weasley)

Sorting Year - Next Gen 2007 - students born 1996/1997/1998

Gryffindor: Teddy Lupin - beater, Nate Riley -beater

Lower Ravenclaw: Victoire Weasley - seeker and prefect

2008

October 21st - Justin Zacharias Macmillan is born to Susan and Ernie Macmillan (née Bones)

Lucas Goyle is born to Gregory Goyle and Millicent Bulstrode

Mateo Maximoff and Gabrielle Delacour get married, she becomes Gabrielle Maximoff

2009 - Carmen

April 13th - the twins Marcos Draco and Carmen Blair Parkinson are born to Pansy Parkinson and her partner (believed by some to be Blaise Zabini)

July 11th - Louis William Weasley is born to Bill Weasley and Fleur Weasley (née Delacour)

August 10th - Hugo Charlie Weasley is born to Hermione Weasley (née Granger) and Ron Weasley

2010

September 3rd - the twins Mateo William II and Crystalia Fleur Maximoff are born to Gabrielle Maximoff (née Delacour) and Mateo Maximoff

2012

Rodolphus Lestrange dies in Azkaban

October 5th - Natalia Mattea Maximoff are born to Gabrielle Maximoff (née Delacour) and Mateo Maximoff

Sorting Year - Next Gen 2012/2013 - students born 2001/2002

Upper Gryffindor: Rebecca Weasley -prefect, Nicolas Rosier

Gryffindor: Fred Weasley - team captain

Ravenclaw: Ignatius Finch-Fletchley - chaser, Olivia Moon

Upper Hufflepuff: Tyler Davis

2014

Viktor Krum retires after a gnarly defeat

Sorting Year - Next Gen 2014/2015 - students born 2003/2004

Gryffindor: James Potter - keeper and prefect, Dominique Weasley - prefect

Lower Gryffindor: Roxanne Weasley - beater and prefect, Cassiopeia Entwhistle

Slytherin: Emmett Montague - beater

Lower Slytherin: Megara Bishopper

Lower Ravenclaw: Lucas Rosier, Emma Vane

Lower Hufflepuff: Irene Macmillan - prefect

2014

Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley officially get together

Sorting Year - Next Gen 2016/2017 - students born 2005/2006

Gryffindor: Lee Weasley - quidditch announcer, Cooper Thomas

Lower Gryffindor: Ellie Weasley -prefect

Slytherin: Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Potter

Lower Slytherin: Luciana Weasley - beater, Melissa Goyle

Ravenclaw: Rose Granger - keeper and head girl

Lower Ravenclaw: Daniel Greengrass -chaser, Lysander and Rowan Scamander - beaters

Hufflepuff: Alice Longbottom -prefect

Sorting Year - Young Next Gen 2018/2019 - students born 2007/2008

Upper Gryffindor: Lily Potter - beater, Ciar Brown-Patil

Upper Ravenclaw: Caliban Brown-Patil - prefect

Hufflepuff: Justin Macmillan, Victoria Sommertime

Slytherin: Lucas Goyle

Sorting Year - New Gen 2020/2021 - students born 2009/2010

Upper Gryffindor: Hugo Granger

Upper Slytherin: Marcos and Carmen Parkinson - prefects

Ravenclaw: Mateo Maximoff II -seeker, prefect

Upper Hufflepuff: Louis Weasley

Hufflepuff: Crystalia Maximoff

Sorting Year - Young New Gen 2022/2023 - students born 2011/2012

Gryffindor: Natalia Maximoff- beater

Upper Slytherin: Colin Creevey Jr - chaser

2022

Scorpius Potter and Rose Granger officially get together

Lucianna Weasley and Cooper Thomas officially get together

2023

Lily Potter and Lysander Lovegood officially get together

Everything else is up to your imagination!

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Chapter Thoughts: 372 — Naked

Dropping this right in the wake of leaks, so let's just go ahead and put this jump here, shall we? (Note: I have seen the leaks, but am opting not to update the post below and its continued kvetching about the story’s messaging via Shouji. There’ll be time for that next week.)

How Shouji and Koda Got Here:

I have a few notes on this, all about the first page.

O A faint “off” panel from a while back is explained! I wrote before about this panel in Chapter 335, and how I thought it foreshadowed Shouji’s involvement in the heteromorph plot and a confrontation with Spinner. I thought at the time that Shouji was just noting that All Might had conspicuously failed to mention the League’s resident heteromorph and was subtly calling it out.

Now, reading between the lines, we get the real explanation: Shouji had already spoken with the heteromorph giantess and found out about the group of heteromorphs planning the attack on the hospital. What he was reacting to in 335 wasn’t the omission of Spinner, but rather the omission of the hospital raid from All Might’s list of what the heroes were up against. Totally still foreshadowing for the heteromorph plotline, though!

(This does make the timing weird, given that we wouldn’t see Spinner sending out the call to action for another five chapters. One does not plan an assault mob fifteen thousand-strong in less than a week, so the groundwork for this would presumably have been going on already, but it is perhaps a touch strange to frame Spinner “pulling the trigger” with a group that very much is not the group he’ll be leading later on, and even stranger to picture that group when talking about early word of the hospital raid.)

O I assume the “troubling things” the giant gal mentioned was her comment that she’d been turned away by numerous shelters because of her heteromorph status, but it still would have been nice to see a reaction from Shouji about that line in the moment. As we can see from the 335 panel, Horikoshi is perfectly capable of putting in little beats like that to come back to later! Shouji’s only appearance in 325, though, was him being offered an umbrella by some other heteromorph—he wasn’t even looking at the giant gal in a way that suggests he was concerned about what she’d said moments before!

(Also, back on this current chapter, rather than the polite Shouji calling her “that large woman,” now would have been a fine time to GIVE HER A DAMN NAME, HORIKOSHI. Especially since All Might following up with, “Oh right, the big lady!” would have been perfectly adequate context for the previously unmentioned name.)

O This feels like a strange matching choice, in ways that I wonder if will prove to be intentional. Like, the two most notable characters in this shot are Katana Advisor from the PLF and the Sludge Villain. Both heteromorphs, to be sure, but neither of them are in the group of heteromorphs going after the hospital? Katana Advisor was in the group of people AFO teleported in to start the battle; he got shoved through a Monoma-giri portal and hasn’t been seen since. The Sludge Villain, meanwhile, is with the group attacking Gigantomachia’s location, which is what the above panel, from 341, suggested to begin with, since the group was clearly converging on the ruins of Jakku, where we’d later learn Machia was being kept restrained in the same place he fell.

If anything, the context of the hospital raid makes this plot beat even weirder in retrospect.

O As I said last week, this sudden Shouji/Koda bond is incredibly strained-feeling. Like, okay, one of the things I’ve long thought about with regard to the student relationships—an observation I originally came to via watching the patterns in what people were shipping—is that, just because some students were together for some early story event or another did not mean that togetherness would translate into a long-term, developed bond. For example, the Tokoyami/Tsuyu ship seemed popular for a while because they were paired up for their finals, but that relationship never got any particular follow-through; compare that to something like the sustained time made for e.g. Kaminari and Jirou.

Students often just got mix-and-matched, especially in the early going, sometimes as a way to establish relationships that would be important going forward, but also sometimes just because that’s the nature of the school setting. Here in the endgame, though, in almost every field of battle, we see the relationships that were built up paying off, while the characters that never really got that foundation are placed somewhere they can nominally contribute without being forced to carry unearned dramatic weight.

Izuku and Kacchan go without saying, of course. Iida and Shouto have been frequently seen together since the Stain arc. Tsuyu and Ochaco have been the two always dealing with Toga, ever since the training camp. Mina and Kirishima are middle school friends, giving them (iirc) the second-most long-term relationship of any of the students other than Deku and Bakugou. Even Jirou and Tokoyami were in the band together, while Aoyama is facing down a specter of AFO’s dark influence, and I’d bet that fight is where the yet-unseen Hagakure will prove to be, building on her and Aoyama’s extremely modest connections surrounding the traitor reveal and their paired combo attack.

Who does that leave? Momo and Kaminari are at UA, with Momo in particular feeling very egregiously sidelined for a student of her ongoing rate of panel time. Mineta is with Kirishima and Mina, and while he doesn’t have much going on with Kirishima, there has been a low-key thread of Mina pepping up Mineta when he’s down (the culture festival when he’s bummed about guitar; the raid when he’s worrying about Midnight). Mineta also faced Machia during the raid and expressed aforementioned fears for Midnight, which makes it fitting to have him defending Machia’s location and seen to face Midnight’s killer.

Sato, Ojiro and Sero, who have neither strong relationships with villains nor with students who do, are tossed off to some stadium at which we haven’t seen a single identifiable villain. They don’t feel unjustly sidelined like Momo and Kaminari because they were never such major characters to begin with. Nor do they feel unduly heavily focused on because the story isn’t trying to use their relationships (or lack thereof) to carry major plot points.

Shouji and Koda, however, feel unduly focused on. To have this opening beat of Koda saying, “If Shouji’s going, then so am I,” needs to have some kind of relationship behind it that was established farther back than a single chapter. There was none, so it just rings hollow.

Shouji feels equally unfitting as a match-up with Spinner because their connection is entirely a matter of shared oppression, not actual encounters, and even the shared oppression connection is flimsy because Spinner has engaged with that oppression, while Shouji’s experience with it was, prior to last month, entirely relegated to character profile pages, not something he ever opened up about.

I wish I could credit this as being really stirring. I mean, Shouji (apparently) became a hero specifically because he wanted to promote a cool, respectable image of heteromorphs, so of course he can’t walk away from a group of heteromorphs pushed to an extreme like this! However, it seems to me that this boils down to yet another instance of the series insisting that only heroes with government licenses and/or teenagers with main character privileges are allowed to step up, while everyone else, no matter what provocation or crisis they’re faced with, is wrong and possibly villainous if they try to do so.

Deku rushes in with no license and no training to help a friend, which would have further complicated rescue efforts if not for All Might’s presence, and might have gotten him killed? Wow, what amazing moral fibre! Truly worthy of inheriting the greatest power of all time!

A member of an oppressed minority takes up arms to help a group that promises to change the violent status quo? They’re being manipulated and used and need to just put their heads back down until someone deigns to come up with a solution for them. Who cares how badly they or their kids might get hurt in the meantime?

Koda's Quirk Awakening, Part Deux:

Setting aside the whole business of Koda’s mother telling him to grow up to be the kind of man who gets mad when people mock the things/people dear to him (dearness cit. Chapter 371), it strikes me as curious that she framed his horns coming in as a natural development, like they’re something he might just mature into like a kitten growing in the patterns on its coat. But him just happening to mature into his horn right at the moment he most needs would be an absurd contrivance, right? Surely this was just a quirk awakening. Dangerous, harsh conditions, high emotions, an urgent circumstantial need for greater power—it fits all the established criteria.

A quirk awakening would fit, too, with Koda’s mother saying his horns might come in some day. If it were a natural development lacking any inciting incident, wouldn’t she have just told him they would come in someday, like hers did, or at least that they probably would?

So if it is a quirk awakening, does that mean that Koda’s mother also had one? That she only described it like some natural possibility because she’s not studied enough on quirks to be familiar with what the MLA term quirk evolution/quirk awakening? That makes far more sense to me, but it does imply that the hardship she delicately phrased as mockery and “real cruelty” was very dire indeed.

Dire enough to make it even more vexing, watching Scarecrow’s fire and brimstone speeches about heteromorph oppression get shut down for the high crime of Calling Shouji Mean Words >:( >:( >:( .

On Protecting:

The yelling about protecting people drives me nuts because it’s so disingenuous not to allow any of the rioters to respond with an answer to the question Shouji poses. He challenges them to think about how their children will be scapegoated as a result of this attack, but neither he nor any of them are allowed to reply that children are already being targeted, today, right now in the present, so what difference will it make to just lay down their arms and go away/get arrested?

Spinner, of course, carries on being unable to respond, because no one is allowed to actually engage with equal rhetoric; the only one who could do so got bird-blitzed off a roof without ever actually losing the battle of words.

And Shouji thinks about Aoyama? For some reason? And I can’t tell if it’s supposed to be because Shouji is thinking about protecting Aoyama (see again: maybe if they’d ever had a single bonding scene ever) or because he’s admiring Aoyama’s will to protect. Which could work some, as Aoyama talked about wanting to pay his blessings forward, but I think “saving” is not quite the same thing as “protecting,”(1) and Aoyama’s desire to be a hero is far more about the former than the latter. It’s just a weird non-sequitur of an inclusion, and irks me in combination with something I’ll talk about in just a bit.

I wish we could get any kind of in on what Shouji really thinks of Spinner. I wish they could have had any encounters before now that would let him contextualize the change between Spinner as Shouji is seeing him and the Spinner the audience knows. Because when Shouji asks Spinner what he wants to protect, that’s a question that does have an answer, but as it is, we’ve got no way to know whether Shouji thinks Spinner has an answer he could give and Shouji wants to hear it, or whether Shouji is implying that Spinner doesn’t have anyone or anything he wants to protect, and that lack of motivation is why he his current actions are meaningless. If Shouji had even an inkling of the truth, that question would feel a lot more resonant.

Spinner’s Call:

O I don’t know how similar the language is in the Japanese, but it’s a bit fun that Spinner’s phrasing of, “The grudge never fades,” is so similar to Dabi’s, “The past never dies.” If one is looking for inspiring words to call for drastic anti-hero action, one could do a lot worse than Dabi (and Skeptic’s) immaculately scripted Todoroki Touya reveal. Spinner also spent a lot of time around Re-Destro and the rest of the MLA, presumably including his own advisors, though, so I like to think he could have picked up some of that convincingly fiery language from them, too, even if he doesn’t think of himself as a good spokesperson.

O Spinner is damn well right when he says(/said) that, if heroes win, nothing will change. And we know that’s true because Deku, Our Main Character Ladies and Gentlemen, just keeps goddamn telling people that he intends to put everything “back to normal.” No one this arc has said a single word about changing anything that desperately needs to be changed, and of all the groups that might be dissuaded by hearing such a stance, this would be the one to try it on! The one that isn’t composed entirely of villains and radical cultists! These are the people most likely to just stop and listen if you tell them that you have a plan to address their grievances.

But Shouji doesn’t tell them that. He tells them that they’ll set back progress, implicitly blaming them for whatever hate crimes heteromorphs suffer in the next thirty years; he doesn’t give them any suggestions for what they could be doing instead, or what heroes will do to respond to them; he just says they have to be the ones to stop. But why should they stop, when horror stories like blood-cleansing are the current status quo? How much worse could the Paranormal Liberation Front’s status quo really be?(2)

(That last question is important, by the way, because AFO was a shadowy urban legend until Kamino, so it’s asking a lot of these civilians, a great many of whom are implied to be rural, for them to have as good an understanding as the audience of what AFO’s new regime would be like.)

O Spinner being sprayed in pesticides impresses me because Horikoshi keeps coming up with ways to be creatively awful to heteromorphs that effortlessly outclass what I come up with for fanfic, and yet he expects me to buy this idea that heteromorphs being cool will eventually solve these problems and it’s fine if heroes and the government continue doing exactly zilch to help the process along.

The Turn:

Having said aaaaaallllll this for three chapters running now, I think it’s very telling that the moment Spinner regurgitates a speech from a week ago, even just reheated rhetoric is enough to rile the crowd right back up again. It would be great if we could read that as a sign that Shouji and Koda’s responses are completely failing to achieve the ends they want because they offer nothing concrete—it’s like the definition of showing up to denigrate everyone else’s plans while offering none of your own. Surprise surprise, No One Liked That.

But then—after an extremely ominous transition featuring a gun—we get into the hospital scene.

(An Aside: The Gun:

Regarding the gun, my initial understanding from the leaks and such was that it was the police resorting to sidearms, but now I don’t think so? The way Officer Gori’s line of dialogue right before the page turn gets abruptly cut off/interrupted implies that this wasn’t something he was expecting. My next guess would be, “Someone on the police side gets scared and takes the wrong action that escalates situation like this into the kinds of historical turning point slaughters that get taught in schools,” but the riot squad uniform seems to feature full gloves, so whereas the shooter’s gloves are fingerless.

Mic’s gloves are right, but why would Mic pull a gun here? When have we ever even been shown him carrying one? I can’t believe he’d even be licensed to carry, not in Japan. And his lines at the end of the chapter, for all that he shows up in the hallway like a movie killer, suggests that he’s just guessing about why no one’s following Spinner, not deliberately obfuscating.

So who? My next wild thought was, “Mustard?!” but the gloves are wrong for him, too. He might have changed gloves if he got sprung from whatever facility he was in, of course, as all our returning villains have changed clothes, but also there’s no reason whatsoever for him to be present here, at least as far as plotlines he has any reason to care about personally go.

So… I dunno. We’ll see, I guess! Not least because leaks are starting literally as I write the section RIP.)

As @codenamesazanka pointed out here, Spinner did not target the line of doctors and nurses. Which makes it all the stranger that seeing those medical professionals is what snapped the crowd out of it. Like, if the targeted area wasn’t on the other side of a Red Rover line of civilians anyway, who cares if they’re all standing there? And here’s where I circle back to the Aoyama non-sequitur.

The pig-nosed guy draws to a halt when he sees the line of doctors, but what really stops him cold is some sort of flashback to Dr. Toad looking after an elderly patient. And my overwhelming thought when I saw that panel was, “So even in the flashback that’s going to stop you from progressing, you can’t see yourself in the person being cared for; you have to see yourself in the person doing the work.”

Central Hospital is staffed with Super Mario character lookalikes, but you know who one of those lookalikes is? The one who looks like Mario—that is, the one with a “human face.” So why, in heaven’s name why, could pig-nosed guy not have visualized himself or someone like him—a heteromorph—being cared for and tended to by a non-heteromorph? If the entire point is to remind an angry person who has let nuance fall by the wayside, someone whose pain has caused him to get sucked into an us-versus-them mindset, that there are good people on the other side of that divide, people who don’t hate pig-nose and his, why would the memory that brings him up short be one where a heteromorph is doing the labor while a non-heteromorph benefits?

It just makes me Real Tired, guys.

Spinner, Oh, Spinner:

The young version of Spinner running around in his socks hurts me so much. The shot of the desolate hallway behind him hurts me even more. The underlining of his empty path, the empty place it leads to, is heartbreaking. But I can’t believe that Horikoshi would let someone trying his best to be someone else’s hero fail like this, no matter how much All For One has tried to twist that desire.

Sorry, I just have nothing coherent or insightful to say about Spinner. Not until this agonizing subplot resolves one way or the other.

(In light of leaks, I mostly have a lot of screaming and crying, and will try to finally muster up some actual Spinner Thoughts next time. Beyond which we’ll see how things go after next next chapter. *biting handkerchief in anxiety*)

Stray Notes:

O I enjoy Aizawa’s extremely alarmed face when Shouji’s like, “Hey, put me on the hospital defense team.”

O The number one bit character hero I want dead: THIS Tartarus guard-looking, infinite goddamn capture tape-producing asshole:

Fucking hell. Take this guy out and the next uprising will be a breeze because the heroes will suddenly have to face their terminal shortage of restraining devices!

O “Shouji must have gotten through to them.” = Since fucking when does this manga believe that words are enough? I thought it was actions that mattered? Oh, right, since we hit the endgame. See also Mirio’s talking-the-talk bit.

---FOOTNOTES---

1: I’d probably distinguish them by saying that saving is more active but also briefer; it’s All Might turning up in the nick of time and then flying off again once the crisis is passed. Protecting is more about putting yourself between danger and those that are in danger, and then staying there no matter what. To protect someone is to be there regardless of whether or not the danger is immediate. Deku wants to “save” Shigaraki, not “protect” him. The refugees at UA need to be “protected,” not “saved.”

2: Insert quip here about how AFO is an inveterate city slicker who doesn’t even like the countryside.

#bnha #bnha 372 #octolad #the bird whisperer #iguchi shuichi #bnha spinner #heteromorph discrimination plot #chapter thoughts #my writing #stillness has salt #vague allusions to:#bnha spoilers #now including the footnotes

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robotlesbianjavert · 1 year

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Bare minimum, and I mean bare fuckin minimum for how the Shouji backstory & characterization could have panned out in a way that I still think would suck, especially if it ends up with the same conclusions that Shouji is pushing, but at least gives his character just a bit, a CRUMB of set up.

Establish through giantess heteromorph lady (and ideally similar incidents) that in the wake of Gigantomachia / prison break / PLF to the wind, the common citizenry have resorted to using heteromorphs as scapegoats and punching bags, suggesting that acceptance and progress are conditional on supposed “stability” and “peace” (ie, that the stability and peace everyone has been living with has always been fragile and false), and now they risk being kicked out of shelters and attacked in the streets. Things are looking reminiscent of the chaos following the advent of quirks, where the nature of humanity was called into question.

These are the circumstances that allow the PLF to gather an army. Heteromorphs who have been regularly subjected to abuse have nothing to lose, and those who maybe faced microaggressions but otherwise thought things were cool feel largely abandoned by the heroes, and thrown under the bus and scorned by the non-heteromorph population.

In comes the PLF, with Spinner as their symbol, explaining “Hey. you know that this was always simmering under the status quo. You’ll always be the first victims, because they don’t see you as human, and as soon as shit gets tough they’ll show their ass. These aren’t conditions you can live in. So let’s make sure that status quo can’t be reinstated.”

Also, maybe the PLF are making up for what the heroes and society are lacking, providing shelter and protection to the scared heteromorph civilians! I know my friend the ant guy would do this.

Because following Deku for the entirety of the PLF raid aftermath was pointless, let’s follow the students who are trying to do hero work and deal with trauma or whatever. They try to help some citizens who just spit vitriol at the heteromorph kids, mainly accusing them of being idk. Villain sympathizers or potential villains themselves. Subhuman.

City kids like Tokoyami and Kouda are startled by this particular level of hatred and how it’s exhibited. There’s Shouji’s opportunity, as the country kid who has dealt with his before, to come in with his backstory.

A more-or-less natural segue instead of being stuffed into a context-less flashback, something that suits the idea of the kids having to cope with and understand the conditions of their world in the aftermath of a society-changing event. It better sets up the stakes involving this narrative thread going into the final battle, gives a bit more space to developing the positions the heteromorphic people are in, why they’ve taken on this fight, and the thoughts of the students, wouldn’t interrupt the later conflict with awkward flashbacks. There could have been a flow!

But it involves honest introspection from the heroes, sympathy towards the people who have suffered under the status quo that the heroes are trying to restore, indicates that the PLF/villains might be better equipped to respond to the needs of the marginalized thus introducing that dreaded nuance this last act has lost, weakens Shouji’s already bullshit arguments about how to react to all of this, and takes away attention from Deku’s whatever the fuck he was up to.

And maybe I could have seen more of Spinner’s cute lil propaganda merch.

But god forbid any of that happen.

#don't get me wrong. shouji would still be a weak character. but at least he would be a character.#bnha bloggin #bnha 370 #bnha 371 #bnha 372

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mxstball · 3 months

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[HEADCANON] Heidi Human Form Origins

When it comes to Heidi's two base human forms (Heidi and Lacey Forms), she didn't come up with them on her own. In fact, both forms actually

If you need more information about the two forms, feel free to check out this ask.

Heidi Form / Older Form

Heidi's Older Form AND her name derives from a fallen companion of hers. Early in the Weather Wars, there was a Lorekeeper by the name of Heidi, the Giantess. She was an extremely tall and strong woman, able to intimidate and battle even other Pokémon with her bare hands. The Giantess led the charge in many battles and tilted the human-side of the war in Jörmungandr's favor. Despite Latias's disdain of humans at the time, The Giantess was someone that she deeply respected and followed everywhere whenever she wasn't directly needed by Rayquaza.

Unfortunately, one day, The Giantess was mortally wounded in a battle that was fought between her group and a group of Kyogre's forces. Latias was distraught but didn't wish for the others to lose morale. So, Latias took The Giantess' appearance and name before charging into battle harder than ever before. Latias and the remaining soldiers with her won the battle and forced the other side to retreat, but she couldn't heal The Giantess in time. The human died in her arms, with the request for the dragon to live on as her to help others.

Heidi still wears this form out of respect for that Lorekeeper. She always wished to see a world where war never was necessary and where Rayquaza and the other Legendary Pokémon could live peacefully. As such, The Giantess's legacy lives on through her.

Lacey Form / Younger Form

Heidi's younger form derives from another source entirely. Back in Gaia, in between sickness episodes, she found herself meeting a young girl. The girl was separated from her family and found herself lost in the wild without any friends. She was wandering around the forest when she met Heidi, who had been crying out for help after being attacked by a wild Pokémon. The girl found Heidi and went to help her. She managed to at least help Heidi heal enough to fly a little. Heidi and the little girl worked together to find the girl's parents safely and they were successful; however, Heidi was too afraid to meet the girl's parents, so she let the girl go and disappeared out of sight.

Months later, Heidi found the girl in a city. So, she disguised as the girl to go meet her and thank her. The two met and giggled about looking like twins. Heidi thanked the girl for helping her that day and they exchanged hugs.

They wouldn't meet again for many years until the girl was a grown woman, but Heidi continued to look like a slightly modified version of the girl from that time ago. They started to meet more often, and the woman said that Heidi could keep the appearance to commemorate their friendship. So, she did.

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As for the other forms? Their appearances are completely made up from Heidi's imagination.

#muse heidi #heidi headcanon #headcanon

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booman86 · 6 months

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Gargantica Attack of the Time Dragon

High-Tech City Year 2041

Somewhere in the far future, a battle was beginning to take place. Two combatants stood ready to fight. One resembled a massive golden dragon-like monster with four wings and spikes down it's back. It also had arms and two sturdy legs and green eyes. The Time-Dragon roared at its opponent. The other Giant was human in origin and had a female shape with long dark red hair and blue eyes. Gargantica stood ready to fight. The two colossal combatants charged at one another and slammed into each other. Clenched fists were countered, with clawed hands. "You're not gonna win that easy Time Dragon!" shouted Gargantica as she swung the Time Dragon by its tail. Thankfully the Time Dragon then fires off its eye beams at Gargantica's arms, causing her to let go. The Time Dragon then takes this opportunity to strike Gargantica in the face with its tail and drop kick her to the ground.

As Gargantica was on the ground, the Time Dragon then lands on top of her, with its fangs out. However, just as the Time Dragon was about to end Gargantica's life, a massive blue, white and, pink blur rushes in and tackles the Time Dragon to the ground. Gargantica then looks up to see a fellow Giantess right by her side. She was none other than her good friend and ally Varyanzer. "Looks like you could use some help here," said Varyanzer. "Took ya long enough!" joked Gargantica as she was getting up. The Time Dragon then gets back up only to see that it is outnumbered in this fight. However, it did have one more trick up its sleeve. The Time Dragon then spreads its wings out wide as they began to glow a neon blue color. "Oh no," said Varyanzer. "It's going to travel through time!" That it was, The Time Dragon's wings then generate bolts of blue lightning, which in turn causes a giant portal to open up behind it. "Oh no, you don't!" shouted Gargantica as she then runs and tackles the Dragon right through the portal. "Gargantica, wait!" shouted Varyanzer, as she follows behind.

Now all three are stuck through a time warp caused by the Time Dragon. "Where is that Big lizard taking us?" asked Varyanzer. "I think its more like when Vary," said Gargantica.

PRESENT DAY, NEW YORK CITY 2021

Over in New York City, Two Red-Haired Giantess had just finished cleaning up a part of the city after fighting off a Giant Squid like creature. The Titan Twins Titanya and Colossa are otherwise known as Tanya, and Cali Hall were busy clearing away rubble. "Ugh god, I hate fighting sea Monsters!" Snapped Titanya. " they never fight fair when they're in the water. "I think that's the idea with sea Monsters sis," said Colossa.

"I guess," snorted Titanya. "By the way, do you think that you should be working what with your condition and all?" Colossa looks up at her sister. "I'll be fine, Titanya, plus I want this to be a surprise for Steve," said Colossa. "If you say so," said Titanya.

Over in New Jersey, a massive portal opened up on the outskirts of the city. The Time Dragon had finally made through time first ahead of Gargantica and Varyanzer. The Time Dragon roars, letting his presence be known to the world. It wasn't long until several helicopters had flown in and surrounded the Time Dragon, but the beast had managed to destroy all of them with energy beams.

Back in New York, The Titan Twins had just finished their work, and we're about to head home. "Finally, we can head back home." Said Titanya. However, the alarm on both there communicators had gone off. "What the hell?" Said Titanya. "It must be Gaia," said Colossa. Colossa the answers. "Colossa, here, what's up?" Said Colossa. "Colossa, there's been a Kaiju sighting over in Jersey we need you and your sister to get there and handle it," said Gaia.

"So much for going home," said Titanya. The two redheads then make their way to New Jersey to deal with this new threat. Back in New Jersey, the Time Dragon was rampaging through the city. As the attack went on, another portal had opened up, and two Giantess walked through. Gargantica and Varyanzer, who were following the Time Dragon, had found where he was. "I have forgotten how low tech the past looked," said Varyanzer. "There's no time for sightseeing Var we got to get to that Dragon before it causes any damage to the past," added Gargantica. "Nor should we do anything to damage it either." Varyanzer nodded and head toward the city. Over in the city the Time Dragon was already trashing the military. It wasn't long until Titanya and Colossa had arrived to confront the monster.

"Didn't think we'd be fighting a Dragon," said Colossa. "Who cares that overgrown lizard is going down!" said Titanya. The Time Dragon then sees the two Giantess and then stares right at Colossa. The Time Dragon's eyes glow bright red its systems then senes Colossa's DNA and how it was similar to another certain giantess. The Time Dragon then lunges at Colossa and tackles her to the ground. "Hey back off my sister Ugly!!" shouted Titanya. Titanya then grabs the Time Dragon by the tail and pulls him off of her sister only for the Dragon knock her off her feet with its eye beams. The Time Dragon then go back after Colossa with jaws snapping! "Jesus, why is it after me!?" asked Colossa who had just punched in the throat. While the fight was going on Gargantica and Varyanzer had just arrived to see the Time Dragon fighting with Colossa.

"Oh no!" said Gargantica in a worried tone of voice. "Gar, that Dragon after your Mother!" said Varyanzer. Indeed Varyanzer was right Gargantica was the daughter of Colossa and future member of the Giantastics. The Time Dragon analyzed Colossa's DNA and matched it up to Gargantic's and now he was going to try and kill her so Gargantica would never exist! Gargantica then charges at the monster and roundhouse kicks the Time Dragon in the head knocking the monster out. Colossa then looks up to see Gargantica offering her a hand. "Are you ok?" asked Gargantica. "I'm fine thanks for the assist," said Colossa. "Who are you?" Colossa gets to her feet and looks at Gargantica. Gargantica knowing that if she told her everything that it would cause more damage to the timeline than the Time Dragon would. "Uh, you can call me a friend," said Gargantica nervously. Colossa then looked at her inquisitively due to her remark. "Ok?" said Colossa.

However, The Time Dragon had regained consciousness and was about to fly at the Mega sized mother and daughter duo. Thankfully the Time Dragon was being pulled by the tail by Varyanzer. "Hey, Gargantica a little help here!?" shouted Varyanzer. "I'm on it!" said Gargantica who had just rushed over to fight the Monster. "Gargantica?" said Colossa. The Time Dragon then pushes both Varyanzer and Gargantica away from it and is about to attack them both. Thankfully, the Time Dragon is hit right in its jaw by none other than Gargantica's aunt and Colossa's twin sister Titanya. Colossa then charges in and uppercuts the Time Dragon. "Nice hit sis!" said Titanya. "Thanks, glad to see you're still alive," added Colossa. Just then Varyanzer and Gargantica then rush in to finish off the monster. A long blade appears from Varyanzer's wrist while an energy cannon appears from Gargantica's. "Ready?" asked Varyanzer. "Let's do it!" said Gargantica.

Gargantica blasts the monster with her cannon, while Varyanzer impales it right through the chest killing it once and for all! "That takes care of that Time Dragon," said Varyanzer. The Titan Twins then walk over to the two future heroes. "Hey, you guys were great out there!" said Titanya. "Yeah, but what was that thing?" asked Colossa. Gargantica then explains most of what was going on to her mother and aunt, save the part of her being their descendant. "So this Time Dragon thing is dead right?" asked Titanya. "Yes, now we've got to take it back to our time and properly dispose of it," said Varyanzer. "But how are you two going to get back?" asked Colossa. Gargantica uses her wrist cannon and the Time Dragons head and opens a time portal. "Well, we have to go," said Gargantica. "safe travel you too," said Titanya. "Hopefully we'll see each other again soon," said Colossa. "Yeah, Hopefully," said Gargantica. Before leaving Gargantica then give Colossa a great big hug and then runs through the portal. "Goodbye, Gargantica," said Colossa. Garagantica then waves back at her. "Goodbye......Mom," Whispers Gargantica.

The Portal disappears. "Sweet Girl," said Titanya. "Yeah, but for some reason, I think that I've known her from somewhere," said Colossa.

The Giantastics HQ

Back at the HQ, Steven Hall Colossa's husband was busy working some new tech. The Twins then make it back to the base. "Well, he's here are you going to tell him?" whispered Titanya. Colossa then walks over to her husband. "Oh, Cali your back," said Steve. "Hey, steve do you have a moment?" asked Colossa. Steven then walks over to his towering wife. "What's up?" asked Steven. "I have some big news for the two of us," said Colossa. "Ok, what's the news?" asked Steven. "I'M PREGNANT!!" shouted Colossa excitedly. Steven was amost taken aback by this news. he was going to be a father! Steven had then passed out.

#gts #giantess #Colossa #Titanya #Varyanzer #Gargantica #timetravel

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speedgeek · 11 months

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Copying over old Marvel kinkmeme prompts from LJ:

Revolution is brewing in Asgard

Guards and servants are everywhere in the palace, so word of Thor's banishment, the All-Father falling into the Odinsleep and Loki's elevation to King by the Queen, Heimdall and council gets around fast. The guards are nearby to hear the Warriors 3 and Sif ask for Thor's return and Loki's rightful refusal. They disappear shortly after that and they were last seen heading for the Bifrost; it doesn't take a genius to figure out where they went and that Heimdall let them. The guards/servants know Loki saved a helpless Odin from Layfey. The next thing anyone else knows, the Bifrost is destroyed, Thor is back, and he is standing over Loki when he falls from the broken remains of the Rainbow Bridge.

Loki is well accustomed to secrets and working in the shadows. No one sees his plotting and manipulations. No one on Asgard knows what transpired in New Mexico. And after the events of the first movie are over, Odin feels no need to inform his subjects of what truly happened. Sif tells anyone who will listen of Loki's evil acts, but she is hardly a reliable source; it is well known how little she and Loki got along. Everything else comes from the whispers of the guards and the servants in the palace- and the story they tell is of a King betrayed by those closest to him, a King who was only trying to protect Asgard and live up to the example set by the All-Father, a King that died at the hand of his banished and violent brother.

In the time between Thor and the Avengers, Thor shows more humility and caution, but not much. He, Sif and the Warriors 3 start to realize (but not appreciate) how much Loki did for them. There is no Loki to smooth things over when Fandral has taken the wrong woman to bed, when Sif has lashed out and started a fight, when Hogan thinks his honor has been insulted, when Volstagg thinks his tavern tab is too high and refuses to pay. There is no magic to save them from danger on hunts. There is no Silvertongue to talk the All-Father around to their point of view. There is no Loki to come between Odin and Thor when father and son clash. There is no mischief to ease tensions around the palace.

Meanwhile, the guards are spreading the treasonous acts of Heimdall, Sif and the Warriors 3, unhappy that they were not punished for defying a rightful orders of the King and the All-Father. They find many willing ears, even among those that didn't particularly like Loki.

No one cares the Loki was a Frost Giant; half of Asgard, including the rest of the descendants of Buri, have giant blood as well. Queen Bestla, Odin's giantess mother, is still remembered quite fondly. Loki was raised Aesir and he was loyal to Asgard, that is all that matters to the masses. They don't care that he tried to destroy Jotanheim; Laufey should never have tried to go against Asgard and brought destruction upon his own realm. No one but the younger warriors care about the magic; sorcerers are a part of everyday life and the seasoned warriors of Bor and Odin's wars tell stories of the great battle sorcerers of Vanaheim and magic ice blades of Jotanheim before they both fell under Asgard's glorious rule. His mischief is frequently remembered with anger, but that is hardly something worth overthrowing a King for.

When Loki is returned to Asgard in chains after invading Earth, the chains are all the masses care about. Midgard is filled with nothing more than easily killed mortals that believe them to be gods. It was Loki's right as a prince of Asgard and as King to take control of that realm if he wished to. He needn't have involved the Chitari, there were plenty of restless warriors on Asgard that would have answered his call. They do not understand Thor's indignation, he's done the same thing before and will again.

The longer Loki stays locked up, the longer his betrayers remain unpunished, the more the resentment grows. The Dark Elves attack, the queen dies, Loki dies in chains, Thor leaves for Earth and his mortal lover again. Odin (Loki) is left alone to deal with the damage.

I see this as all taking place in the background of the the movies, nothing that was onscreen changing, then taking over after The Dark World ends. What does Thor return to after Age of Ultron?

Bonus: Loki is on the throne when Thor returns, not Loki-as-Odin…

#fic #marvel #norsekink prompts

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the-storytellers-seer · 1 year

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Last Night's Epic D&D Session

I was writing a whole post about the D&D campaign we just finished last night. OMG, it was so amazing. The post was stupid long though because the whole story is actually made up of several campaigns and it honestly way too convoluted to just explain.

So, here's just the epic session we had last night, with as brief of explanations as I can make them.

The party was going to fight a necromancer. We thought it was this giantess, but it turned out to actually be Arcturia, a very dangerous lich from Undermountain who we'd tangled with before.

Arcturia revealed to the party that using a wish she managed to escape Undermountain years ago for a short time in her original human form and bore a child, but had to leave that child with the father because the wish was only able to give her a very limited time away.

That child? My character. Syllana. A half-elf paladin of vengeance. Formerly a hexblade warlock wielding a blade Arcturia had created to lure her to Undermountain. She became a paladin of vengeance after learning her patron hadn't been the soul of the elven wizard Talenel who'd inhabited the blade, but the lich.

She then swore vengeance against Arcturia. It was a whole thing. Some of it had to do with the elven wizard who'd become her first and best friend and like kind-of crush.

Syllana had come into the campaign as a good character and events and deaths had been breaking her down. Right before facing down the necromancer, she'd watched a construct murder the commander of the Waterdavian army who she'd sort of fallen in love with/had co-dependent relationship after they'd both lost the people they thought were their true loves.

It was a THING. And the last thing she said to him before he ran at the giant construct to be a distraction for them was that she hated him for doing it.

Needless to say, Syllana was not okay mentally. She was done watching the people she loves die. So, when evil lich lady told her that she was her mom, promised to show her how to make sure death never took anyone she loved again, AND showed her that she'd freed Talenel and given him back his body...Syllana broke her oath and begged the party to leave.

I knew this was going to happen.

Silver Viking is the DM and he'd come to me with the idea of making Syllana the final boss nearly a year ago and I'd really loved the idea. So, we'd begun seeding in the elements that would foreshadow it. I'd played Syllana like I had been, a woman at her wits end, afraid more people would die and she couldn't save them.

To say the party was shocked would be an understatement. The only other female in the party--a dear friend of mine--shed legit tears when Syllana broke her oath.

Viking and I had supposed the battle would have one of two outcomes. Either the party would kill Syllana or Syllana would kill them. The good ending was the party killing Syllana.

As it often happens in D&D, whatever you think is going to happen...you're wrong.

True to what we supposed, the party refused to attack Syllana even though she was fighting to kill. Instead, they focused their attacks on the Lich, and undead death cleric, and the eleven wizard, Talenel.

The dice DID NOT favor Viking last night. In a hail mary, the undead cleric pickpocketed the deck of many things that the other paladin in the party was carrying.

Now this wasn't just any deck of many things. This wasn't a full deck and out of the fifteen cards, only three of them could be considered "good".

Undead cleric draws 3 cards and Viking reveals them in the order they were drawn:

The Moon You gain 1d3 wishes. Viking rolled a one. Bad news for the heroes...right?

Balance The one who draws it has a total alignment switch. The evil undead death cleric suddenly becomes GOOD!

Flames A powerful devil becomes an enemy and seeks to destroy the one who drew the card.

Now, this undead death cleric wasn't really just any death cleric. She was actually a half of a former character of mine. Interestingly, a character I was planning to bring back after Syllana died.

VERY long story short, this former character, Lirael, had become separated from the evil half of herself after being shot by a weapon that was supposed to kill a god. And said god/whatever Gunther is, had ALSO become separated from half of himself and thus began his low-key obsession with Lirael and hers with him.

Interestingly, when evil Lirael alignment shifted, her better half ALSO did. Which caused Gunther to come investigate and whisk undead Lirael away because he's been searching for her. However, right before she's whisked away, she makes her wish.

Viking let team heroes make the wish. He told me I could since technically Lirael is my character, but at that point it was two in the morning, I am not a night owl, I was on my second cup of coffee, I was more than a little punch drunk, and I was honestly incapable of switching to Lirael's mind.

The party wished for the utter destruction of Acturia's phylactery and her death. It was much better worded than I'm making it sound. I don't recall exactly how they worded it, but at our table, wishes have to be worded JUST SO or Viking will 100% use some fae logic and find a loophole. Whatever they came up with, it was solid.

Arcturia DIED and Syllana just broke. The Talenel--who really didn't want to fight them but would do anything for Syllana--convinces the party's time wizard (who has literally never been quite so cool as he was this session...like serious MVP stuff!) to erase the memory that Arcturia was Syllana's mom and when Syllana beats the wisdom saving throw, time wizard uses convergent future to force the modify memory to work.

I should mention we're level 14.

So, Syllana and Talenel were saved!

Now, Syllana is still NOT OKAY. Even without the memory of her parentage and oath break (they convinced her she was cursed), she's still very depressed. But this was honestly, the best ending that we certainly never thought would happen.

After the fight, we decided to finish Syllana's story to the end. So, Talenel takes Syllana away to recuperate, rest, and get some therapy. It takes years before she even feels slightly "normal" again, but she has nightmares about Undermountain for the rest of her life. She never adventures again and periodically both she and Talenel have to go back to Waterdeep because Undermountain poisons everyone who goes inside in a way that beckons them to its vicinity for the rest of their lives.

And that's Syllana's story.

It's bittersweet because I've been playing Syllana for about two years now. She's my baby and in spite of all our planning, the random chaos of D&D gave her a better ending than the one I had planned.

Stuff like this is why I love playing D&D. I'm very lucky, I know. I've been playing D&D since high school and I've been at bad tables. But the group we have now...man, they're fantastic. Awesome at the roleplay, clever with the combat, just really amazing people who are here to tell a good story and last night we told an epic one!

#d&d #long ramble

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anothanobody · 1 year

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Ngl Big Mom has such AOT energy tbh. A freakin’ cannibal giantess that thrives on fear. She also had the best battle a woman took part on in recent shonen. It was bloody and brutal and written in a way it showed she was stronger, but lost at the end even though she withstood all attacks until the very last one

she does. props to oda for creating such a character 😤😤😤

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mithrilwren · 3 years

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I really, really wanted to contribute something to Essek Week, but unfortunately with two essays and a novel chapter due by Monday, I didn’t have the time or mental energy to write anything new. Cue me remembering that I’d actually started working on an Essek-centric shadowgast Pirate!AU last summer, that never saw the light of day! Though I did a whole bunch of research for it, summer ended before I could get farther than the first couple chapters. Still, I’m very fond of the premise, and I’d like to finish it one day. I can’t guarantee I will (life’s too busy to commit myself to another Big Fic Project atm) but in the meantime, here’s a little taste in the form of the first chapter.

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For @essek-week Day 7: AU

Courts of Silk (Chapter 1)

Essek startled from his trance to the crackle of blistering thunder overhead.

Mind bled of all drowsiness in an instant, he unfolded his legs and slid off the berth, drifting to the center of the room and tilting his ear towards the boards above.

A storm… but the skies were meant to be clear for days, and he trusted Avus to know it. Could the weather have turned so–

Boom.

Essek’s eyebrows flew up as the deck visibly lurched below his feet.

Not thunder.

Cannon fire.

More sounds now, hurried ones – an erratic tempo of feet pounding through the corridor outside his little room, the floorboards creaking dully under the weight of the crew scrambling over the deck above. He flinched as a louder noise pierced through the commotion: the rattling of a heavy fist falling against the door of his cabin, hard enough to shake the wooden frame.

“We’ve been boarded!” Zel’ra’s guttural shout startled him out of his confused stupor, and he flew to the door and flung it open. The quartermaster stood outside, her snarling jaw dripping with whitish battle foam, the kind that bugbears of Rosohna so seldom have occasion to sport within city walls. “Come on, magic boy, time for you to earn your– Shit!”

Then she was gone, and Essek was left staring dumbly at the empty corridor, as Zel’ra raced back the way she came. A moment later, there was a yelp, and the grisly crack of metal hitting bone. Then there was no sound at all, save the rocking of the ocean’s pulse against the hull, and the thump of confident, unfamiliar footsteps, coming closer and closer to his open door.

He had only a few moments to make his decision. The fight might still be going on above deck, but if intruders had already made it below, there was little hope of a favorable outcome for the crew of the Barren Bow. He hadn’t thought the Empire would be brazen enough to attack a diplomatic ship in open waters, but there were soldiers of all ilks on the open sea, and no government to hold them to account so far from land. He would not put it past a Dwendalian crew to sight a Dynasty flag on the horizon and decide to take the matter of revenge in their own hands. If so, there was no telling what treatment they might expect at the hands of their attackers. Rage was rarely tamed by abstract rules of engagement, and he doubted anyone would care to ask what the nature of their mission was, once the killing began.

But perhaps…

Quickly, Essek drew aside his sleeve and materialized the leather–bound contents of his wristpocket into his hands. His spellbook lay beside precious components in their embroidered fold, and there, at the bottom of the pile: the folio. He whispered a quiet word and the paper folded apart, revealing its damning – and perhaps, in the right hands, lifesaving – contents.

The letters.

If the tides were so unfavorable that he could not fight, perhaps that might be enough to–

He vanished the whole affair back into the ether as two shadows fell across the door.

From the darkness of the hallway, two figures stepped over the threshold. In front was a young woman: human, with swarthy skin made darker still by the weathering burn of long days at sea. Her hands were tucked beneath bare arms and her hip turned out to an unconcerned jaunt, adorned by a sash of deep blue. Behind her, and looming so tall that she had to hunch to fit through the frame of the door, was a giant of a woman. Taller even than Zel’ra, her bare shoulders glistening with rippling muscles and sweat, pale as moonlight – or as the steely glint of the broadsword at her back. The younger woman swept him over with piercing eyes, her confident grin not quite masking the focused gaze beneath. Though she bore no weapons, Essek could feel the stain of threat in every taut sinew of her body. He held still, waiting to see who would make the first move.

Her eyes finally paused, centered on the floor beneath his feet, and her grin dropped into something more like a startled ‘oh’. Too late, he realized his mistake – that his levitation, as natural and instinctive as standing on his own two feet, had just given him away.

“Mage!” she sputtered, and her hand was gripping his arm and twisting it behind his back before he even realized she’d moved. Essek dropped the levitation spell, hoping to get enough leverage from the sudden height difference to slip out of her grasp, but before he could so much as shuffle to the left, the taller woman was at his right, clutching his other arm with a grip strong enough to break bone.

“Shit,” the first woman spat as she stepped back, allowing the second to take both of his arms into custody. “Who the fuck did we just board?”

Essek kept silent, staring at her, searching for any sign of weakness and finding less than nothing. If he had just had his hands free for a moment longer… but that didn’t matter now. There weren’t many spells without a somatic component at his disposal, and cantrips wouldn’t save his neck, should the giantess move quicker to snap it than he could speak.

Without a means of immediate escape, he looked next for any way to identify his captors. They were human, but their loose, subdued dress – for the younger woman, a vest of blue cotton, the other, a braided grey tunic, and frayed ribbons in both their hair – was nothing like the silver and crimson finery of the Righteous Brand.

If not from the Empire, who were these people? Hired thugs? Mercenaries?

“Are there more of you skulking down here?”

He didn’t ask the woman to clarify, though he wasn’t sure exactly what she was asking. More drow? Yes, but he was not about to reveal the nature of the delegation travelling under his protection to her. More mages? No. As always, he had convinced the Bright Queen that his effort alone would be sufficient. For the first time in a very long time, he wished he’d been a little more conservative in estimating his own skills. Given the current situation, someone else’s power at his back might actually be welcome, rather than distracting.

Her burning gaze made it clear that he had to say something, and soon, but for once, the right words did not come. The truth did not matter: he knew that any unfavorable answer would be taken as a lie.

Still, Essek would not panic. The only way to regain control of the situation was by carefully gathering information, finding something that he could use to shift the balance of power at a more advantageous moment. That was his particular specialty.

“I do not know,” he answered coolly. “For I do not know who is above and below deck at all hours of the day. I can only speak for myself.”

“Beau! Fjor– fuck– Captain Tusktooth wants you on deck!” A new voice, its timbre high and grating, like glass against cold iron, echoed from around the corner. The woman – Beau, he filed away – turned her head and shouted back out the door.

“Just a second, we’ve got one more!” Then, “Tell him to get Caleb over here, we’ve got a goddamn mage to deal with!”

The giantess at his back leaned down, so close that her dreaded locks nestled amidst the silver chains that hung from tip to base of his pointed ear. “You aren’t going to give us any trouble, are you?” she murmured, and despite every ounce of training he’d undergone for exactly this sort of intimidation, he still couldn’t help the way he shivered at her dark tone. There was a deep quality to her voice that sung of violence, for violence’s sake, and though he wasn’t yet truly afraid, he had no wish to provoke her.

“How could I?” Essek gently flexed his arms in her grasp: not enough to challenge, but enough to reassure her of his helplessness.

Her lips curled back, and… yes. There was a little fear gathering there, in the back of his throat. A good kind of fear – the prudent kind. It would keep him alert, and focused, and ready to strike back when the moment was right.

When she started pushing him forward, he followed her lead willingly, and the two of them shadowed Beau into the corridor and up the steps that led back above deck. Essek winced as the bright noonday sun slipped into view, already anticipating the stinging burn that was sure to follow. He’d managed to avoid the deck for most of the voyage, much to the chagrin of the Assarian crew. He was not born into a body made for manning rigging, and certainly not under an unrepentant sky determined to scorch his face and hands and neck and leave him itching and miserable for days without relief. His better use was below deck, planning for the engagement ahead, and his hours of fresh air better taken in the evening, when the gentler light of the moons was merely a prickle beneath his skin, rather than a flame.

Everywhere he looked, he saw mismatched bodies. Though Essek hadn’t met the entire complement of the Barren Bow’s crew, he had to assume most of the scattered orcs, goblins, and bugbears belonged to their side. Most of the ones on their feet were being held in the shallow recess at the centre of the deck, where great cannons might have been lodged on a more modern ship. A handful of unremarkable humans, each equipped with a rapier – or, in one man’s case, a salt-encrusted retort – stood above them, keeping watch. Amidst all that humanity stood a wild–eyed goblin in a blaring yellow dress, hefting a crossbow composed of whirring gears and levers of an intricate make that rivaled Waccoh’s own craftsmanship. She was currently in the process of shouting threats down across the heads of his cowed compatriots. Some were clutching broken arms or wiping blood from contusions and burnt welts. Lying at the center of the group was an unconscious Zel’ra, the goose egg at the back of her skull already angry and red.

Finally, he spied the remainder of the drow contingent clustered by the ship’s rail. Diplomats, all of them, bound for a parley at sea and not trained for conflict beyond what it took to hold a dagger right-way up. He was the only one among them battle-tested, and even then, his means leaned more towards subterfuge than outright combat. Theoretically, the Assarian crew was meant to be their main line of defence in case of attack. Clearly they had not proven up to the task.

Essek would be filing a very unfavorable report with their commanders upon his return, if any of them survived the day.

“Captain!” Beau shouted, and a tall half-orc stepped away from the railing, his wide-brimmed hat only partially disguising the many scars that littered his face.

“Weather’s turning,” he said, casting his eyes towards the – as far as Essek could tell – clear horizon. Those same yellow eyes flickered up, above Essek’s head, and for a moment seemed to narrow before turning back to Beau. “You finished clearing the hold yet?”

“Didn’t make it that far.” Beau jerked her head, and Essek was thrust into the sunlight all at once. The glare was blinding, and apparently not just to him. The giantess’s hands jerked around his arms, like they wanted to fly up and shield her eyes as well. That was all the opportunity he needed.

With one quick motion, he jerked his arms from her grasp and drew his hands together, tracing familiar glyphs out of nothing but muscle memory as his mouth uttered an incantation, and the world exploded around him. The giantess was flung back against the doorframe, wood splintering beneath her weight, and both Beau and the half-orc slammed into the deck and began to hurtle towards the side of the boat. Forcing his eyes to stay focused amidst the chaos and the harsh light, Essek caught the glitter of a cutlass skittering along the boards as he took stock of his position on the newly reborn battlefield.

Nearly all of the boarders were in a concentrated area in front of him, and the rest of the Assarian crew were protected by the lip of the recess in the deck. The terrain could not be more advantageous. Essek allowed himself a small smirk as he raised his hand and prepared a vacuum blast that would level the whole of the upper deck, and deliver them all to safety in one swift stroke.

How arrogant, that this petty group of mercenaries thought they could capture–

“Counterspell.”

The magic sizzled and died in his hand, and Essek whirled, searching for whoever had spoken behind him. Thugs he could handle, but it was always best to deal with a mage first, when they could do such infuriating things as what had just occurred. But once he turned, he found himself facing an empty doorway, and an empty deck above that. No trace of whoever had cast the counterspell.

The giantess was gone as well.

He heard the click before he could parse what cold and heavy thing was tugging on his wrist, but he was horribly aware of what was happening by the time his other wrist was wrenched behind his back and small hands clasped the second iron band shut. A stomach-churning wave of exhaustion passed through him from scalp to toe, and he staggered, only barely holding on to consciousness. Head lolling towards the floor, he saw two soft-soled boots landing lightly on the deck in front of him.

With great effort, he managed to drag his head up from his chest, and found himself staring into blue eyes and dusty freckles, lips pressed into a thin line, all framed by tangles of copper-red hair.

“Good work, Nott,” the man said. His accent was one Essek had only heard once before, though through the mire of exhaustion he could not remember where.

Behind Essek, the half-orc groaned and pushed himself up off the deck. “Next time you have a brilliant plan for subduing the prisoner, maybe let’s try not putting us all in the line of fire, hm?”

The man ignored the sarcasm, still looking all too carefully at Essek.

“Are you finished?” he murmured, and though his body was lithe, his soft voice sung of as much violence as the giantess’s darker growl.

With a sigh, Essek let his shoulders drop. He could still feel the pulses of magic coursing through the iron bands around his wrists. Even if he got his arms free again, the cuffs would not be easily slipped, or broken. These people, whoever they were, came equipped to handle wizards like himself. Was that what they were, then? Assassins in disguise? Privateers? The blunt instrument of some government or another?

Not that it made much difference now. Whoever they were, he was at their mercy.

“Spin him around.”

Essek felt himself being maneuvered away from the man’s incisive gaze. Through bleary eyes he caught the looks of frustrated disbelief from the four drow delegates, lamenting their crushed hope in silent, huddled unity. He was meant to be their protection. Now that Essek was taken, what else could save them? Not one of them was brave enough to attempt it themselves. A shiver of disgust ran through Essek, as heady as the self-recrimination it concealed at having allowed himself to be captured so easily.

The half-orc strode up to Essek, the sword in his hand now replaced, though Essek hadn’t seen the man move to retrieve it. It was a silver cutlass, fine enough to cleave a person clean through and leave one half still propped up on the other. Too rich a prize by far for a simple mercenary – he must have come by it dishonestly, or been given it as boon or bribe. Neither prospect boded well.

The hand that gripped the sword told an equally foreboding story, for only the thumb was composed of green flesh. The rest of the fingers were severed at the third knuckle, and replaced by metal imitations fixed to the wrist by a harness of leather cords. Still, he held the hilt with all the confidence of a trained fighter, and the surety of his grasp left Essek little doubt as to its effectiveness, mechanical augmentation or no.

“My name,” said the half-orc, “is Captain Tusktooth.” A hint of bright teeth flashed from below the wide brim of the hat. “And this ship is mine now. Its cargo, mine too.”

The answer about the identity of his captors, at last, became clear, for what little good it did him.

Pirates.

“By whose authority?” Essek shot a harsh look at the foolish dignitary who had chosen this moment to find their courage, but Tusktooth only grinned harder.

“By my own.” Behind Essek’s back, Nott and Beau slipped back through the splintered doorframe and down into the depths of the ship once more. “Now, my crew is going to finish taking a look through your cargo. I trust that your captain has been honest about the contents of your hold. Are there any other surprises I should be warning my people of? Anybody else looking to make trouble?”

Would that there were. “You will find little of value to take. We travelled light.” He spoke the truth, having no more useful lie at his disposal. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and another wave of exhaustion teased at the edges of his mind. He fought it with all the strength he had – which was growing less and less by the minute.

“So your captain told me. But that wasn’t my question.” Tusktooth’s voice grew as keen as the blade in his hand as he lifted it and placed the edge to the shallow of Essek’s throat. “Are there others like you aboard?”

He did not flinch. Torment and torture were old friends: his own cherished instruments. He did not fear what this man would do to him, any more than he feared death itself. At least, that is what he told his errant heart, as sweat began to bead at the nape of his neck.

“No.”

Tusktooth stared him down for a minute longer, and Essek held his gaze as best he could with the sun still searing his eyes. But at last, the sword withdrew, and Essek’s breath came a little easier. “Then let’s call this an exercise in… mutual trust.” He smiled once more, and Essek returned the expression with a vague twitch of lips.

The tense exchange was followed by ten excruciating minutes of silence, during which Essek did his best not to fidget in his heavy robes, even when his exposed skin grew so heated he felt liable to burst into flames. As they waited, the redheaded man pulled Tusktooth aside for a private conversation, and Essek sweated, and watched, and tried to formulate a plan.

The pirates would find nothing of value to steal. The Barren Bow had provisions for the voyage, but anything else aboard was the purview of the Assarian crew, who had planned to head back towards the shores of Igrathad as soon as the parley concluded. There were no scheduled stops for trade, and thus, no trade goods in their hold. There weren’t even guns to offer. Essek would never dare to admit it aloud, but the Dynasty lagged sorely behind the rest of Wildemount in outfitting its fleet with the relatively new technology of cannonry, at least of the type that lacked a magical component. Firearms had only entered the sphere of weaponmaking some thirty years prior, and with Xhorhas primarily landlocked, the navy hadn’t been high on the priority list for refurbishment.

His best hope was that some of the crew had hidden stashes of coin in their quarters. Otherwise, there would be nothing for the pirates to take, and without anything to satisfy them, well… he did not want to be in manacles when that news was delivered to a man who’d already put a sword to his throat.

If only to convince himself he was not totally beaten yet, Essek watched Tusktooth and the redhead carefully, seeing what he could glean from body language alone. Their conversation was hushed but tense, and every few moments the redhead would turn his eyes towards the drow delegation, and then to Essek himself. He made sure to drop his own eyes before they could meet again, not wanting to spark another confrontation by appearing insolent. As for the pirate captain… there was confidence, yes, but the unwavering edge of confidence seemed to drop away from his shoulders as he spoke to the other man. His arms moved more wildly; his words were more rapid, and at a higher pitch. Perhaps his earlier confidence was not so unshakeable as it at first appeared.

At last, Beau and the goblin re-emerged from the staircase. “We got shit all,” Beau said, tossing down a half-empty sack by Essek’s feet. He winced as a few bruised tubers rolled out across the warped deck.

“...Shit.” Tusktooth ran a hand over his mouth. “Shit. Nothing?”

“Nott and I checked every inch of that hold, the crew quarters, everything. No money, no timber, no – fuck, I don’t know – fine silks or–”

“No cannons,” Nott added mournfully. “No black powder.”

“We went through all this for nothing?”

“Maybe someone’s holding out on us,” Nott said, brandishing her crossbow. “I could make ‘em talk for you, Captain. Make them squeal–”

“Oh–kay, Nott,” Tusktooth said, “let’s take it down a notch.” But despite his placating tone, his look was thoughtful. Again, he turned to Essek. “You never never did say what you all were doing out here, so far from home. You don’t look like a sailor to me.”

“Yes, friend,” said the redhead, stepping up to Essek from Tusktooth’s other side, alarmingly calm, and placing altogether too much emphasis on the second word to be trusted, “what is it you do here?” Essek took a half-step back, not liking the feeling of being pressed in from all angles, and walked himself straight into the chest of the giantess.

Nowhere to hide. And with his hands bound behind his back, no way to levitate up to a level where he didn’t feel every inch of height his captors had over him. Which, at his firmly average height for a drow, was many.

Focus, Thelyss. Focus.

“Why should I answer your questions,” he sneered, “when you have not done me the same courtesy? Who are you, to board a vessel commissioned lawfully by the Bright Queen herself?” It was a dangerous ploy, but a considered one – a hastily calculated risk. If the pirates could not be convinced there was nothing of value to be found, they might decide to punish the crew for concealing their rightful prize, and when even a beating couldn’t drive his compatriots to forfeit non-existent gold, the pirates might well scuttle the ship and leave them all to drown at sea. He doubted simple brigands would care much for the particulars of a diplomatic mission if there was no treasure involved, so there was little harm in broaching a subject that might be far more dangerous to discuss with more educated captors.

But apparently, some aspect of Essek’s logic had failed him again, because the redhead immediately shot a wide-eyed look at Tusktooth, before looking back to Essek. “The Bright Queen?”

Essek gave a little bow. His head swam as he dipped back up – the handcuffs, no doubt, though it could just as easily be the beginnings of heatstroke – and he had to swallow twice to find the fortitude to speak without slurring. “Essek Thelyss, Shadowhand of the Kryn Dynasty and ambassador of the realm.” The last part was an… embellishment, and if he chanced a glance over at the true ambassadors, he imagined there would be many offended looks. But thankfully, all attention was solely focused on him. “I assure you, you won’t find the prize you’re looking for on a diplomatic vessel, gentleman. Your friends have already given you proof – we carry nothing beyond our own provision. Unless you have a particular taste for the delicacies of Xhorhasian fashion, I’m afraid we have little to offer you.”

Nott snarled, but the redhead put up a hand. “Captain,” he said slowly, looking at Tusktooth. “Might I… make a suggestion?”

“You may.”

“It’s not something I’d usually propose, but times being what they are…” Tusktooth nodded grimly.

“We haven’t got many options left.”

“Precisely. I believe that our friend Mr. Thelyss here has lied to us.” He could laugh for the irony of it all; this was the most truthful Essek had been in years. “There is indeed something very valuable aboard this ship.” His blue eyes pierced through Essek, and it was only his determination to keep the – now violently pitching – contents of his stomach where they belonged, that stopped him from speaking up in his own defense.

“And that is...?”

“Himself.”

#critical role #essek thelyss #shadowgast #essek week #my writing #also since plank king essek is a... thing??? now #the timing seems appropriate lol #this fic is not that but it is still (eventual) pirate!Essek #and who doesn't love that

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calmness , beset upon by rage.

routine , astounded by chaos.

most people were running away from the town's edge , or erratically driving through overturned cars and huge chunks of rubble wherever possible. some ran in the direction of it , not exactly knowing where the danger was. was it an attack by another country ? was it a natural disaster ? how were they to know , when they were not naturally given eyes to see the forbidden for their own safety and another species' securities ? even if they saw , what could be done ?

to the eyes of the supernatural , what they saw was the replaying of an ancient , forgotten war.

one creature , bright as the sun and badly-wounded , tendrils that acted like hair flailing about in distress , stumbled and crawled across the leveled portion of the city , causing the ground to shake with the force of an earthquake with a magnitude well above 10.0. it screeched , crawling in the direction of the citizens scurrying about on the ground , pieces of its armor fragmenting and falling to the ground , disappearing as soon as it did. something chases it ; dragging it away from the easy meal by the foot and flinging it into the nearby lake , causing all the water to shoot up and descend through the town with the force of a spawned tsunami. any survivors from the attacks , the multitude of strong earthquakes and the tumbling of buildings and detonation of infrastructure were all swept away with the initial force , causing many of the sobbing and screaming that could be heard to be silenced , if but for a moment.

the other giantess , slightly larger than the other , merely looms at the edge of the now-emptied lake , its massive , shadowy form obscuring most of the light from the sun - and the unsettling glow of its weaponry and wounds replacing it , to some degree. stark , white strands of loosely-braided and tied hair billowed in the aftermath , but they never fell out of their binds or placements. lacerations that cut through ceremonial pieces of armor and muscular ' flesh ' glowed a yellow-ish white ; but despite the severity of the own wounds , they seemed to remain poised and standing , clawed hands tightly gripping weapons that dripped the same substance that spilled from the creature crudely tossed into the lake. after a while of lingering like this , she turns , opaque white eyes angled straight at yuna , who seemed to be the only other creature standing for miles and miles. she knew. yuna would feel a similar presence that a certain , tinier criminal usually gave off - only this time , thousands of times bigger. aggressive , and unyielding. this was an apex predator , a warrior in her natural skin ; which , speaking of , she floats down towards her target , beginning to strip away and store (?) pieces of the other's essence with those sharp , glowing blades. the warbled , pained screeching from the fallen sun only seeks to accentuate how desolate the land after the bulk of this arduous battle looks , with not another living thing in sight ( other than the three of them ).

❤ — 𝕌ℕℙℝ𝕆𝕄ℙ𝕋𝔼𝔻. // @zhuangshii crimson pools burned with power, glowing like newly kindled fire whilst illuminating the darkness of dirt & smoke. it was hard to see through all the destruction; to make sense of what laid before one; to not stumble & break a leg whilst the earth rumbled with uncanny monsters of different realms. invisible for the humans which tried to flee in the direction of safety, though, where would that be? it was hard to make out, even for the demon herself; after all, she had been glued to the ground for most of this & couldn’t see where the terror reigned & where it stopped. worlds seemed to fall apart beneath them; earth trembling once more. it would happen again. vermilion gaze narrowed at the play before her, stepping aside from the corpses; she had harvested enough life force & there would plenty of time afterwards to do so. for now, she had to watch out for incoming rubble. the strong gust of wind blew through her hair, letting red tresses to vigorously attack her paled face. it would only earn a sigh from the demon, angling her feet before jumping on an elevated platform of piled vehicles. “...at least, i can see from here.” a mumble to herself as there was no one that paid her mannerisms any mind. the survivors had been fighting for their life; scurrying through the passages & alleys, which were still passable, like little rats. she had to suppress the urge to laugh; it was adorable, really. & yet, she wasn’t able to properly enjoy the silence of death & those incoming horrors of survival; a crash. the earth started to shake once more. red irises shot to the spot where that uncanny monster had been just moments ago; they almost disappeared within white scleras upon noticing the wave; no, the literal tsunami that was crashing into town. “...shit.”

without a moment to waste would the woman quickly succumb into a crouching position before jumping on a ledge that was sticking out of a collapsing building; alas, it started to crumble beneath her feet. it wasn’t high enough. she would be hit. a groan; she really didn’t want to use up all of the new life force just to heal a broken limb or two. she only had seconds left; that wave was coming for her. eyes frantically searched for a higher building; a higher pile of rubble; something! there! a parking garage of a nearby mall still seemed steady enough; even if it was slightly tilted & the cars were rolling off the platforms; like little toys, it looked truly hilarious. no more time to waste! narrowed gaze focused onto the concrete building & she jumped across to reach the top. the wave took every single soul in its path; the screaming died down just as quickly as it came. the ground beneath her still shook but she was calm; if it didn’t collapse until now, it wouldn’t do so in the next few minutes. another sigh, though, this time, it was delighted; her gaze traveled to the towering creature, bigger than anything she has seen within this life. she chuckled. the demoness would plop down, taking a seat in the front row of this beautiful battle field. it wasn’t every day that one was to witness such greatness. long legs dangled off the building whilst cars beneath her still tumbled to their death. & even though, that creature before her; so uncanny, a terrifying sight like nothing she has ever seen before. but that scent; there was only one person; one being; with that unique scent. “shao...you never cease to amaze me.” a mumble whilst staring at the being in the distance; she didn’t understand their anatomy but also didn’t bother searching for eyes or anything of the sort. her hand would come up to wave; it was her only response; a smile too but she doubted that the other could properly see it. yuna, at this very moment, was nothing more but a speck in the distance. but she could still feel her aura; buried underneath something truly terrible, it tickled her core, as if speaking to the most natural of fears. a predator was standing in front of her. “go on...” her voice was a bit louder, trying to gain the other’s attention while she observed. “...i’m rooting for you.”

#zhuangshii #﹛ ＃ ic . ﹜ ♥ 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 .#﹛ ＃ ask . ﹜ ♥ 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 .#( AJSHJAS SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG !! )#( but i still love it a lot & i hope u enjoy my response uwu )#( yuna in the distance with her pompoms )#( 'GO SHAO GO SHAO !!' )

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