#how did Vere get out of this one alive. I WILL SAY

[bizzxis]

Kuras appreciation post because he doesn’t get enough credit for all the crap he puts up with.

Credit to this fanfic by @softagenda for inspiring the last bit!

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Bonus: Vere’s damage from earlier in the day

#how did Vere get out of this one alive. I WILL SAY #plot armor #also Leander fanservice plus Kuras arm fanservice #glasses Kuras manifest pls #touchstarved game #kuras touchstarved #kuras x mc #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved ais #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved vere #touchstarved Leander #Leander touchstarved #Ais touchstarved #Mhin touchstarved #Vere touchstarved #Mhin #Vere #Ais #Kuras

[adastra121]

Minerva the Exiled

I made the magic mentor/exiled Senobium mage from my Touchstarved Alchemist!MC Jin's backstory.

Pronouns: She/Her Birthday: January 7 Height: 5’10 (178 cm) Personality: Cold, calculating and ruthless in her quest for knowledge Likes: Reading, solving puzzles, tea, coffee, late night walks, new discoveries Dislikes: Injustice, stagnation, messiness, stupidity, insomnia, the unknown, Monsters Fatal flaw: Overwhelming need for control over everything Other: She prefers to travel by land because she gets seasick. Quote: "You are my legacy. For better or worse."

More about her below:

Minerva was once a promising student of the Senobium. She was not Highborn and she was no prodigy, but she worked hard to become a master of magic and had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. She left her broken home in Lowtown and never looked back.

At a young age, she performed on the same level as some of the more experienced mages.

But as Minerva grew older, so too did her disdain for the elite magic academy and the powerful leaders within it. She became disillusioned with the institution and sought to bring about change.

She was exiled from the Senobium because she didn’t share their views. Locking knowledge away from the people. Using Monsters for their own ends — power, injustice — when they were meant to be the last bastion of humanity.

She does share their questionable ethics, however. She probably would have captured Vere and learned everything she could about him through careful experimentation. But after she’s learned everything, there’s no use for creatures like him in their world.

She theorizes that Fogfall, the apocalypse, is a disease. The Senobium’s ultimate goal should be to find the cure.

The Senobium leashes and enslaves Monsters, where their main focus should be to study them, find ways to harness their power so they will not depend on them for as menial tasks as Soulless hunting.

“You believe collaring one means we have power over it? You say he is of more use to us alive than dead. So why not make it so that we no longer need him?”

The Senobium should strengthen humanity, not stagnate it. It should certainly not make humanity more vulnerable to the apocalyptic horrors that surround it.

And worse still, the Senobium hoards knowledge that could help the less fortunate.

The Senobium has become more interested in wealth and status, temporary achievements — where is the search for knowledge? For answers? For salvation?

Minerva is coldly altruistic.

She has a very strict moral code, so much so that she is willing to give up everything for what she believes in — power, status, love. If she has to, she’ll burn the world and rebuild a better one from the ashes by herself.

Deep down, she is lonely. She’s resigned herself to a path of solitude, it is but a natural consequence for pursuing a greatness, not only for herself but for the future of mankind.

But Jin truly was the most important person in her life. She saw much of her younger self in him. She believed — hoped — that they would one day cure the world of Fogfall.

She holds herself to very high standards and so expected the same of Jin. Perfection was the minimum, not an accomplishment to be celebrated.

She knew she was hard on her apprentice, but she believed she was justified. She was training him for a world that would not be kind to someone like him, a cross between human and monstrous — Jin had to pick a side, and if he chose to be monstrous, well…then the world would have to be cleansed of him, too. She only hopes to guide him in the right direction so it does not come to that.

Besides that, she truly believes every criticism she has of him. Jin is weak, naive, sensitive, shortsighted, emotional, dangerous to people…She wouldn’t be wrong for pointing all of it out to him — she is simply stating the facts. He can control how he reacts to that, and he can control his next steps to better himself.

Because of his curse, he bears a heavier burden than most. Minerva believed he shouldn’t ever forget that. He should always fear the monstrous part of himself — that’s how he’ll avoid hurting others. He should always be on guard against himself.

She saw him as an abomination and ensured he did as well. Minerva believed that she had acted appropriately for his reality. Regardless of her fondness for the boy, he was cursed. And if he truly wanted to be more than his monstrous parts, he has to accept that he’ll constantly be making up for that evil, dangerous part of him. In order to do that, he must always be aware of it, he must never forget that he is inherently dangerous.

She taught Jin that respect is earned and one’s worth is proven. Minerva never owed him any kindness yet she gave him food, clothes, magic, and a home — so he owes it to her to ensure that her kindness was not wasted.

Minerva is not good at dealing with feelings, whether it is other people’s or her own. Her coping strategy is just to repress everything and channel it into action. She expects the same from those around her.

She saw Jin as too sensitive for his own good. His bleeding heart prevented him from realizing his full potential.

Of course, he is free to do as he wishes, as any fully autonomous individual — he should just remember that all his mistakes come at a greater cost — but if he’s going to allow his emotions to rule his thoughts and actions, he shouldn’t expect her to take him seriously. It is beneath her to entertain him when he gets like this.

She has insomnia and uses the nights she cannot sleep to further her research. As a child, Jin would try to keep her company as she worked, but he’d always fall asleep before her. She would sing lullabies to him as he slept. When he grew older, whenever Jin found her awake in the late hours of the night, he would prepare her some calming tea.

Minerva won’t ever admit that she needed Jin as much as he needed her. I don’t think she actually wanted to be a mother so much as she wanted a legacy. She did not ask for nor want a child, but she also could not let him go — both for the potential wealth of power and knowledge his curse offered but also because she’s been alone for a long time. It was nice to have someone unconditionally on her side.

And Minerva probably enjoyed the validation that came with someone who looked up to her, saw her as their whole world. After years of having her beliefs ignored and shunned by the Senobium, it was nice to have someone believe in her, listen to her.

She saw so much potential in this small child. If she could shape it into true power, guide him to greatness, perhaps she, too, could be great.

Her MBTI is INTJ

Zodiac sign is Capricorn

Enneagram is 5w6

And here's her full character design! I wanted to put in the deep blue since Jin's colour scheme is predominantly purple, and one of his routes is Ais, so it'd kind of be like he's at a crossroads between his past and his potential future.

I think I ended up making her resemble a stained glass window at a cathedral, which kind of works with her past as a Senobium student/cleric.

I have also made a character playlist for her:

“Wanderer’s Lullaby” by Adriana Figueroa

“Angry Too” by Lola Blanc

“Judas” by Cage the Elephant

“Empire” by Beth Crowley

“I Will Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin

“Warrior of the Mind” by Jorge Rivera-Herrans and Taegen Earley

“Lilith” by Halsey ft. SUGA

“Perfect” by Alanis Morissette

“My Goodbye” by Jorge Rivera-Herrans and Taegen Earley

“All That I’ve Done for You” (Tangled deleted song)

"The Family Jewels" by Marina and the Diamonds

“君はできない子 (Kimi wa Dekinai Ko)” by Kikuo

“Letters Goodbye” by Veralia

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved oc #minerva the exiled #minerva the exiled mage #myoc #my original character #my oc #original character #oc

[therisingkings]

All is Well

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Check it out on Ao3

The dungeons beneath the castle were unpleasant, to say the least. Since the castle was still less than three years old, there were hardly any prisoners. Just a handful of Akielons that had stirred up trouble in Delfeur and were awaiting trial, and the man who Damen faced now.

Upon closer inspection, he was native Veretain. His hair was fiery red, his eyes a dull gray. He wasn’t the one that had stabbed Laurent, but Damen was still instantly filled with rage at the sight of him.

“You will not speak to any of my men,” Damen said as he approached the bars. “But you will speak to me.”

The man looked up, rolling his head back against the cell wall. The right side of his face was swollen where Damen had punched him. He said in Veretain, “We stuck your bed boy good, didn’t we?”

The rage flared up again inside of Damen, and carefully, he managed it. “If you provide me with the details of your plan and the men you work with, I will spare your life.”

That got the man’s attention. “I expected an execution.”

“Then you stabbed the wrong King. Had it been me you stabbed, you would not have been given a shred of mercy.”

“But?”

It was difficult to say. “But I understand that you must have been put in a situation that compelled you to think that killing your King would make your life better. I intend to give you the means to get out of that situation and give you a chance to start your life new, if you provide me with the information I want.” Damen spread his hands, a Veretain gesture he’d learned from Laurent. “Think of it as an exchange.”

The man cocked his head. “And I have your word?”

“You have the word of a King.”

His boots scraped against the stone floor as he adjusted his position. “The Regent saved my family.”

Damen’s gaze flickered to where Nikandros picked his way towards him. He focused back on the assassin.

“It was a year or two after the King and Prince Auguste died. Our village’s trade routes to Patras were cut off when the Akielons took over Delfeur. My father went to plead for help and so the Regent did. He provided us with the funds and connections we needed to begin trading with Vask.

“The others all had similar stories. The Regent was a savior. He was a true King. That child on the throne never deserved his position. He didn’t lift a finger at the border until he was forced to. He is a petulant—”

The man stopped as Nikandros came to stand beside Damen, his arms crossed. 

Damen let the silence push the man. It worked.

“I hope he’s dead. I hope he dies. I don’t care that you are his husband. You will be a better ruler for Vere than him.”

“I appreciate your honesty,” Damen said through his teeth. “But I don’t care about your opinion. Are there more of your group?”

���No. We all had military experience. We thought— we knew it was a suicide mission.”

“How did you get onto the grounds?”

The man laughed. “That was the easy part. Don’t you Akielons say that all Veretains look the same? We left three of your scouts a mile out.”

“Are they alive?”

“Not anymore. We left them tied up to a couple boulders on the beach. The tide would have taken them by now.”

Beside Damen, Nikandros’ jaw flickered with tension. That was a cruel way to kill a man. To leave him lashed to a rock, unable to escape as the waves beat on him until he eventually drowned. 

“Why did you kill them?”

The man shrugged. “Does it matter?”

It didn’t, really. They’d be dead whether the cause was justified or not.

Damen nodded to Nikandros as he stepped back. “I have all the information I need. Kill him.”

“What?” The man lunged for the bars. “You promised you’d let me go!”

Damen didn’t bother to look back as he said, “I lied.”

*****

The next few days were hard. Laurent’s fever climbed until he no longer recognized Damen.

That was the worst of it. Damen came into the room to find Laurent white in the face. 

He said, “Please, tell uncle that I don’t want to do it anymore. Can I go back to my room?”

For this room was befitting of a king, draped in blue and red. It was where the Regent would have stayed, had he still been alive.

Damen knelt beside the bed. Pascal had warned him about this. The fever combined with the sleeping drought Laurent had been taking could lead to confusion and temporary amnesia. 

Damen lifted a hand and Laurent flinched away. He said, “Your uncle is dead, my love. You are King. This is your bedroom.”

Laurent just stared at him. 

Sighing, Damen pushed to his feet. He mixed together some of the crushed willow bark and water Pascal had given to him. “Drink this. It will help you feel better.”

Laurent frowned at the glass. He was shaking slightly and the water sloshed. 

Damen took his wrist, guiding the glass to his lips. To his surprise, Laurent took it, downing the glass slowly. 

“Good,” Damen purred. “That’s it.” 

Once he was done, Damen helped him lay back down. Lifting Laurent’s shirt, he found that the bandages were still clean, which was a good sign. He’d been worried Laurent might have opened his stitches when he sat up on his own. 

Laurent caught his hand when he made to pull away, studying the lines of his palm. “You are… Akielon?”

Damen braced himself. “I am.”

“And you’re married?” Laurent traced his wedding band. “But rings are a Veretain tradition.”

Damen’s heart began to pound. His golden slave cuff was concealed by his sleeve just inches away from Laurent’s fingertips. Laurent’s own cuff was in plain sight, as well as his ring.  Damen wasn’t sure what he remembered, and he didn’t want to freak him out. Laurent was already behaving surprisingly acquiescent, which either meant he didn’t recognize Damen, or didn’t remember that he killed his brother.

Damen said carefully, “I am married to a Veretain.”

Laurent’s eyes were wide and open. “There is peace, then?”

“Yes. Because of you.”

“Me?” Laurent glanced back down at their hands. A long finger traced the lines of Damen’s palm. “I think I… I think I remember now.”

“What do you remember?”

Laurent was silent for a moment, contemplative, and then he pulled back, pushing himself back up. Damen reached to help him, but Laurent practically exploded away from him. He scrambled across the bed, lunging for the knife on the opposite nightstand. 

Damen cursed, but let him slip away. “Laurent,” he said steadily.

Laurent stood on the opposite side of the bed, brandishing the knife. “I don’t know how you got in here—”

“Laurent.”

“But do not expect to leave with your life.”

Damen rounded the bed slowly, hands up as if approaching a wild animal.

“Guards! Guards!” Laurent backed away as Jord burst into the room.

Damen flung out a hand. “He’s fine, Jord.”

Laurent tried to strike Damen with the knife as he neared, cursing at him.

Damen knocked the knife aside. “Do that, and we’ll have two incapacitated rulers.”

Laurent tried to hit him with his fist this time, but his strength failed him. Damen caught him before he could fall and Laurent beat weakly against his chest.

“Are you here to kill me too? One prince wasn’t enough?”

Damen closed his eyes, trapping Laurent in his arms. He said to Jord, “Please, go get Pascal.”

The door clicked shut and they were alone again.

Laurent thrashed. “Let me go. Let me go, you—”

“Laurent, sweetheart, you are going to hurt yourself.” Damen manhandled him as gently as he could back onto the bed, which was hardly gentle at all. He rested his head atop Laurent’s, sighing. “I am your husband.”

That didn’t help. Laurent spat curse words Damen had never even heard of and tried to bite Damen’s hand. After a few more moments of struggle, he stilled, panting. “What do you want from me?” he hissed.

“I want you to get better. You are not yourself.”

Laurent let out a noise that Damen suspected was supposed to be a laugh, but stopped halfway up his throat. 

They sat in silence until Pascal came.

Pascal was angry. “You better not have torn your stitches, you foolish boy.”

Very few people in the two kingdoms could get away with calling King Laurent of Vere a foolish boy, but Pascal had reserved that right from caring for him for most of his life.

Laurent squinted at him. “You are just going to let this Akielon—”

“Silence. Lift his shirt.”

It was easier said than done. Laurent squirmed until Damen had had enough and called Jord back in to help. 

Pascal scrutinized the wound. “You have torn your stitches, so we will have to redo them.” 

“How the fuck do you expect that to happen?” Damen had narrowly avoided being headbutted more than once. 

Pascal put his hands on his hips. “You will have to hold him. You did it before.”

“He didn’t want to kill me before!” 

“Figure it out,” Paschal snapped. “I need to get my tools ready.” 

Laurent looked at Damen like he was about to spit fire in his eyes.

“Don’t make this difficult,” Damen warned as he switched his grip.

Laurent took the opportunity to sink his teeth into Damen’s arm. 

“Motherfucker!” Damen shouted, yanking his arm away. “Jord, help me!”

Together, they got Laurent under control and as still as possible. Damen had to put his knee on Laurent’s chest, using his weight to hold him down, and pinned his arms above his head while Jord held his legs. 

Paschal muttered to himself as he pulled out the old stitches, making Laurent scream. Damen pressed down harder. 

Thankfully, Paschal worked quickly. By the end of it, Laurent was crying, “Let me go. Let me go.”

Paschal and Jord pulled away, the latter with a pale face. Damen eased his weight off slowly and Laurent turned onto his good side, sobbing into his pillow. 

“Maybe it’s best if you leave, Your Majesty.” Paschal packed his things into his bag. “His mind is in a very fragile state and your face likely isn’t helping.” 

“I’m not leaving him,” Damen growled. 

“Damen, look at him.” Jord put a hand on his shoulder.

Damen didn’t want to look. Once more, Laurent’s side was covered in blood and his body shook with his cries. Damen closed his eyes. “Fine, but I want someone to fetch me the moment he’s lucid.” 

“Of course.”

Paschal said to Jord, “I’ll get him something to eat. Stay here.”

Damen went to the other side of the bed as Paschal left. He touched Laurent’s cheek, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. “Will you let me kiss you goodbye?”

Laurent’s blue eyes were bright with fever and shining with tears. He hissed with a vicious coldness that Damen had not heard in a long time, “Do not touch me.”

Damen backed away, nodding to Jord. “I’m serious. You send for me the moment it’s safe.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Jord bowed his head.  

Damen sighed and retreated from the room.

#captive prince fanfic #captive prince #prince's gambit #kings rising #laurent x damen #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #damianos of akielos #laurent #laurent of vere #c s pacat #my fanfiction #captive prince fanfiction

[thepapergirlandthespiegelman]

Spoilers for TOUCHSTARVED demo below the cut

He fucking ate me what the fuck he fucking ate me I was not expecting that at all

Like. I defs went into it being like well if he kills me that’s just the price I have to pay ig but I was just. Not expecting it to actually HAPPEN what the Fuck

I am just. Wow

So I die obviously and it forces me back to the previous choice, I wrap that up and then it lets out into the part where you choose which love interest to pursue and I am genuinely shook like I do not know who to choose anymore

Because Vere is the best one like come on 😫 But dude just straight up fucking ate me I think it’s pretty safe to say I can’t trust him anymore 😭 I’m not gonna sit here and try to tame him or whatever like, I have my own problems, I don’t have time to have the one person I choose to trust be literally okay with eating me at any moment. That’s bananas.

But I don’t want anyone but him 😭 He’s so beautiful and charming and troubled and magical, fuck.

I CAN’T BELIEVE HE ATE ME

I mean I kinda respect the creators to be honest like, you play with fire, you might just get burned. They actually went through with the threat rather than it just being horny.

There is, of course, also the possibility that some players did foresee and desire that outcome. Not my bag but y’all do you

But damn. Yeah.

I don’t know, it does feel like maybe jumping the gun a bit????? Like I assume that with all of the characters, there’s supposed to be sort of a “can I really trust them?” tension to the dynamic and this kinda just completely destroys that. I think we can now say pretty safely I can NOT trust him. Can’t trust him not to FUCKING EAT ME anyway

I mean like...I guess there are worse things. He could have sold me into slavery, tortured me, experimented on me, turned me over to the Senobium where they would have done the same, who knows. That last one did scare me, actually, but I figured the Senobium didn’t know about me yet, so they couldn’t force him to do anything to me. The only risks I felt I really had to face were those associated with his choices, and I deemed them acceptable in light of what I might gain from him.

And I paid the price for taking those risks. And now...I don’t even know.

He confided in me, he told me about himself. I felt connected to him, I was anxious to free him, I was starting to trust him. Was that all a lie? Or did he only trust me with that information because he never planned to let me leave alive?

I could still try to pursue him, be more careful. Things might end differently. But what would be the point? My trust is so thoroughly shattered now that I don’t know if I could ever feel close to him again. I wish I could talk to him, interrogate him, which I obviously can’t since that’s not how visual novels work, but also how completely deranged would that be if I could, like, “Oh, just so you know, I’m pissed at you right now cos you fucking ate me in an alternate timeline” and how would he even respond??? I guess he’d probably just be a dick about it. “I did warn you,” he’d say. And I’d be like, okay, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it, sure, you’re dangerous, I’m dangerous! We’re all here trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with ourselves and how to not hurt other people. I didn’t realize you meant that you were that out of control of yourself, or that you truly didn’t care about other people at all. Lots of people say they don’t care for people and they don’t proceed to fucking murder any random stranger they see. I feel alienated too. I thought we could feel alienated together. I thought we had something. But it was just manipulation. It was nothing.

I thought I was reading him accurately. I thought it was just bravado, melodrama, to hide his own fear and insecurity. I thought that beneath all that, he wasn’t really a monster.

But I was, apparently, wrong.

I guess?

I really don’t know. Does he deserve a second chance?

God how am I even entertaining this HE FUCKING ATE ME jesus christ

Maybe he didn’t mean to. Maybe he regretted it.

And maybe I could help him to be better if I tried.

But is it really fair to ask that of me? There’s helping your partner to grow as a person and then there’s living in constant fear of violence from the person you’re supposed to be able to trust the most.

Fuck, now that I think about it, this really makes me distrust the others as well. They were literally all hanging out, relaxed, in a bar, having drinks as friends. Could they truly not know that Vere is that kind of person? Or do they just keep him around in spite of how insanely dangerous he is?

Wouldn’t Leander be incredibly pissed if he found out Vere ate me? Does Vere not care what Leander thinks at all? Or does Leander truly not care? Is he willing to shake off Vere’s casual murders in order to maintain that friendship (or alliance)?

Actually for that matter...does Leander not know that Vere is under the control of the Senobium? How could he let Vere into what is essentially a Bloodhound stronghold if Vere could literally be commanded to do anything the Senobium wants? I mean, it’s possibly Leander doesn’t know, like I said, maybe Vere only shared that with me given my impending death. But...something feels really off.

God I even noticed he had that very similar pleased expression to Valdemar and I thought it was just an unfortunate coincidence I IGNORED THE RED FLAG 😭🤣

I’m...very disappointed. Not, like, in the game necessarily. None of this is necessarily a criticism of the game. Just personally disappointed. I really wanted Vere. I really wanted to trust him. And I got a slap in the face.

No one else is even half as appealing to me. Mhin was my next choice, but I’m so shaken...I no longer trust my ability to read people anymore. Because, like Vere, I feel that while Mhin could be dangerous, I basically understand their personality, and I can protect myself from any actual danger. But can I? Clearly my skills of perception are not so astute as I thought. Will Mhin murder me as well? Or, more likely, simply leave me to die?

I’m now faced with choosing based not only on my estimation of their personality, traumas, whether I feel drawn to and connect with them as a person, but rather whether my immediate, physical safety is at stake. I mean, I find Kuras’ vibes absolutely repellent. Vere can be arrogant and testy, sure, but it reads to me very much like someone feigning strength to hide weakness—much like he strategically hid his leash and put on a persona in order to hide his vulnerable state when I first met him. And while he can be prickly, it more often than not comes off as playful, flirty, or just someone who is emotionally exhausted and not really able to regulate exactly how they communicate all the time. I mean, he strikes me as a bit of a mess and a bit insecure, not as someone who is genuinely malicious, manipulative, or feels superior to others. Kuras’ arrogance feels more sincere, and also completely cold, like he truly does not care what I think at all. Still, he doesn’t seem like he would murder me or leave me to die. Then should he be the one I put my faith in, even if I find him personally insufferable? And he seems to trust and work with Leander and Mhin, so if they’re not trustworthy, then how could Kuras be? Like, I’m really tilted at the fact that they seemed to all be friends, so if one of them is objectionable, then the others are either clueless or complicit, neither of which inspires much confidence.

I’m gonna replay the scene and see if it was more obvious what was going to happen than I thought, like maybe I missed some key detail or blatantly overlooked something obvious due to my horniness. I mean, the choice was “Resist him” or “Surrender” and he had me pinned to a wall. It was hard not to read that romantically/sexually or at the very least for the sexual tension to cloud my judgment. I just...Fuck. He was making me feel so good, so safe, so comfortable. Reading my mind, reassuring me about the things that hurt me most. I thought he was doing that because he liked me, wanted me. But it was empty...he was just playing me...I was nothing to him. How horrible.

Maybe I’m wrong. I’m probably being dramatic. I mean, I’m definitely being uncharitable. I still feel like he must have at least been conflicted about what he was doing or regretted it afterward, I simply cannot believe that everything about his character was just a calculated lie to achieve this simple end. He could eat anyone, after all. Maybe he got scared of the prospect of intimacy and decided the reframe the situation in the way that put him in a position of power and was therefore more comfortable, even if it might deprive him of the rewards of being loved and lead to serious regrets after.

I don’t know, this is all so strange to me. Maybe this is common in visual novels, but coming from The Arcana and Last Legacy (which are obviously inspirations for and share creative talent with this game), this came entirely out of left field. I really look to these kinds of romance games to relax, open up, and feel close to the characters. Having to be on my guard at this level is unfamiliar and maybe something I can’t really accept. It won’t be a relaxing experience if I have to worry about things like being murdered by the love interest. (Again, I know some people are into that stuff, no shade, it’s just not really for me.)

Maybe it could be a different kind of experience from how I usually play these games. Maybe I could just enjoy the story. But it’s definitely different.

Anyway, if anyone else has played and has thoughts on this interaction, I’d be super curious. (But I’d appreciate if you could try not to spoil me as I haven’t played past that point and may still want to continue eventually.)

#text #reaction #video games #visual novel #otome game #demo #prologue #Red Spring Studio #TOUCHSTARVED #Vere #monster boy #violence #spoilers

[altruistic-meme]

intrigued by time travel au and laurent stabs damen (ofc he does) 👀👀👀

>:) oh you chose two of the best ones

Time Travel AU

this is pretty heavily inspired by a wip im reading now, though only as far as the setup for the plot. which is, essentially, that a modern day Laurent somehow finds himself transported to ancient Akielos, where he comes across Prince Damianos 👀

i have so many plans for this as far as like... what is the story saying, what themes and meanings the story is telling. and there are two main things: 1. no matter how much you want to, you can never change history and 2. history is written by the victors.

it's also going to be my first attempt at really writing a tragedy! it's going to have an unhappy ending! i should not be sounding so excited about that. but i kinda am. i almost never read unhappy endings. i think it will be a fun experience.

i also get to write part of the history of Akielos for it, twice, and it's such an exciting prospect to me

laurent stabs damen

>:)

>:)))))

so this is the fic that i went "oh this will be easy to turn into a silly little oneshot" and am now at 4k words and am currently expecting the story to hit around 40k-50k :')

all because i went "what would happen if Laurent showed up on the battlefield at Marlas, found Damen and Auguste's fight, and stabbed Damen to protect Auguste?" i have now looked into armistices, ceasefires, peace treaties, and friendship treaties, what they are, how long they take, as well as a few examples from history. just so i could have a timeline for a fic that i meant to make like 7k max.

BUT as i have some written, you get an excerpt of my favorite moment so far!!

“I’m trying to save his life.” Again, it was not what Laurent had expected to hear. Clearly it wasn’t what Auguste had expected either, because his jaw slackened before he covered it again with a glare. The Akielon continued, “He’s, what?  Twelve?” “Thirteen,” Auguste replied, his eyes flickering over to Laurent.  “Thirteen,” the Akielon repeated. “And how many battles has he been in?” “None.” A hesitation. “One, now, I guess.” “He doesn’t know the rules of engagement, then.” Auguste shook his head. That wasn’t strictly true, Laurent did know them. Mostly. But he had never actually been in a duel before. And he knew that Akielos had different rules than they had in Vere. They were all about fairness and honor.  “I don’t think he would have attacked me, had he known,” the Akielon said, and he sounded so sure. “I would have,” Laurent said from his position behind a sword. The soldier tightened his grip but didn’t press any harder into Laurent’s neck to make him be quiet, as he might have had Laurent been a soldier himself. The prince turned to look at him, his expression curious. Laurent continued, “You would have killed him.” A hum. “I would have,” he agreed. Laurent glared at him, but the prince had turned his attention back to Auguste. “Lack of awareness doesn’t matter in Akielos, though. He still broke the rules of engagement, whether or not he knew what he was doing or the consequences.” “So why is he still alive?” Auguste asked, the words sounding like they were being ripped out of him, rough and frustrated.

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#neither of these have names yet #im trying to NOT name them so early. for once. we'll see how it goes #im also still debating how im gonna post the stabbing fic.... bc i kinda want to do one big oneshot but also #the way it's planned it could be broken down into 4 chapters #either way i think i want to try finishing it before posting (if i do make it multi-chap) #and the time travel au is just. ugh. i love rotating it in my head but i have a lot of planning to do before i write #since i have to figure out two different versions of the same events #which im excited about but i also know they'll be work #also also; the exchange of 'i would have' makes me insane like i know i wrote it but aaaaaaaaaaa #ask game #wip game #askers #daylightsimon #captive prince #shh ac #wip: laurent stabs damen #wip: time travel #now i need to try and sleep 🫡🫡🫡

[lmamp]

Another day, another post. I am on a roll! Shall we?

I didn’t read the book from last time today, so I’ll be gushing about my favorite Webtoon Nevermore and Edgar Allan Poe (I swear they’re related). My profile pic is a screen grab of one of the main characters, Lenore. Just in case you were curious. I think it’s pretty. 

Nevermore is a gothic romance set in a boarding school for those who have died. If you do well enough at Nevermore Academy (the name of the boarding school) and get enough merits, you get a second chance at life. Only one person is going to get that chance, however. Everyone else goes to the Land of the Dead. And, no one remembers who they were when they were alive. Once you start to remember, however, you have the potential to unlock a Spectre, which is basically a ghost that has powers. Students use the Spectres as a leg-up within the school. Simple enough of a premise, until you consider the characters involved. Enter Lenore and Annabel, two students who meet during the first episode. It’s very clear that they care for each other, for reasons that elude them until they start remembering who they were in life. The extent of their relationship while alive is still a mystery, but there is plenty of room for speculation. The subtext (and just the text in general) however, is clear: they were definitely close. Still, only one person can leave.

Thus begins the game the two must play. Annabel will keep the other students and the deans of the academy distracted so that they won’t target her or Lenore, while Lenore must find another exit out of Nevermore Academy. The problem is, while Annabel is great at games and plays them well, Lenore has mixed feelings about leaving the friends she has made while at the academy to lose themselves in the Land of the Dead. It’s made worse when the reader (and Lenore) is made aware that Annabel doesn’t really care about anyone else except her and Lenore and the life she believes they were unjustly taken from. This begs the question as to how exactly they died.

We know Annabel died on her wedding day because of her Spectre being the Lady in White, a woman betrayed on her wedding day. But betrayed by who? And why? We haven’t met Lenore’s Spectre, but we can assume they died around the same time based on their arrival at Nevermore Academy. So how did Lenore die? So many questions! I like mysteries though, so I love it. 

The comic is kind of infuriating because it’s a brain worm. I swear I look forward to its Thursday night updates more than I look forward to Friday itself at this point. And it’s so pretty. I’ve already said this, but I can say it again, and again, and again. I’ll put some pictures on here too.

Okay, but how does Edgar Allan Poe fit in? Well, the comic is based on his poetry. There are a few excerpts from some of his work sprinkled throughout the panels. It’s caused me to read some of his works as well. It’s so delightfully morbid. I’ll put my favorite one below. 

Cheers, dear reader!

lmamp (548)

Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!

Let the bell toll!--a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;

And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?--weep now or never more!

See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!

Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!--

An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young--

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,

"And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her--that she died!

"How shall the ritual, then, be read?--the requiem how be sung

"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue

"That did to death the innocent that died, and died so young?"

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song

Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong!

The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside

Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride--

For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,

The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--

The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.

"Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,

"But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days!

"Let no bell toll!--lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,

"Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnéd Earth.

"To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven--

"From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--

"From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven."

Lenore, By Edgar Allan Poe

(I apologize for the quality of some of these. I swear the art is insane, tumblr may or may not deliver on that)

(Also they're so hot and cold. Very Katy Perry, very dramatic, very nice, I love it so much)

#post 2

[pourcap]

thoughts: cp chapter 9

ahhh i'm happy torveld wants to treat erasmus right :')

it must feel so so so awful for damen to know that there's not a single person in the world (other than the ones who have conspired against damen) who knows he's alive. there's no one looking for him. he's all on his own.

oh jokaste is pregnant?? so... did she cheat on damen with kastor or had damen and her already been broken up by the time he was sent to vere?

'(...) you resemble Kastor a little. It’s something in the eyes. In the shape of the face. The more I look at you—' oh god

'The Regent is open to friendship with Akielos, but Laurent... (...)' just hearing the regent's name makes me wanna throw up now

honestly a lot of things about nicaise makes sense now :(

Considering Nicaise’s loyalties, it was strange that Laurent had seemed drawn to him (...) i suppose laurent wants to help nicaise? that's why he suggested the offer once nicaise's time with the regent is up, right? and maybe he sees a bit of himself in nicaise, since they're so similar...?

Laurent’s fussy horse began acting out again, and he leaned forward in the saddle, murmuring something as he stroked her neck in an uncharacteristically gentle gesture to quiet her. okay he can be cute sometimes </3

It was wasteful of nature to have bestowed those looks on one whose character was so unpleasant. Laurent’s fair skin and blue eyes were a combination that was (...) a particular weakness of Damen’s. The golden hair made it worse. i love damen getting worked up about laurent's beauty

'Can’t afford a good horse?’ said Damen. idk but maybe it would be a good idea to stop being so incredibly snarky every single time you talk to laurent if you're already scared he's too close to finding out who you are !!!

He was wearing a short tunic in Patran style that exposed his arms and legs, (...), Damen looked nowhere else. i feel like damen has spent 80% of the time annoyed/angry/disgusted and 20% of it (reluctantly, if it's laurent) horny

'(...) it would be awful, but that if I was brave, something good might come at the end of it.' ohhhh. that's sweet of laurent. i don't know if there's a hidden agenda, but it's nice he warned erasmus

‘You’re—in love with him?’ ‘Not quite,’ said Damen. erasmus is sooo pure :( (also i can imagine exactly what damen's face looked like when he said no)

'More handsome than the Prince of Akielos?’ Damen teased. damen is such a dude (if that makes sense??)

'Your master’s in a vicious mood.’ Well, that was order restored. i still love damen's snark

nooo :( not the horse :(

'(...) he helped break her in as a filly.' / 'The Prince tore strips off him for not doing it fast enough.' ouch :( so losing her must've hurt laurent, and apparently he didn't want her to suffer, so i guess he didn't do it on purpose...? but that doesn't really make sense since he obviously knew there was something wrong with her before the hunt?? i am (once again) confused

'I thought it was terribly unfair of you,’ drawled Laurent, ‘to burn the skin of your slaves when you would not let me flay mine even a little.' i gasped. but also, despite how cruel he is, laurent is totally right. also i hate the regent always bringing up auguste, like he wants to rile laurent up even further. i mean, he probably does.

'It’s just a horse (...). I’ll have my uncle buy me a new one.’ okay i do not get that part? why did laurent sound amused saying that when clearly losing his horse was emotional for him, considering his mood...?

'The Prince,’ said the one, ‘wants you in his bed.' um. all of a sudden????????

... also, different guards?

okay that's weird. i don't have a good feeling about any of this.

#capri #captiveprince #captive prince #laurent #laurent of vere #damen x laurent #lamen #damen #damen of akielos #damianos #damianos of akielos

[malicerewatchesdoctorwho]

The Wheel in Space - Episode Six

Written by - David Whitaker (Story by Kit Pedler) Director - Tristan de Vere Cole Producer - Peter Bryant

Episode Six

("Now, Jamie, it's not impossible. It's just something we must decide. You may change your mind!" - The Doctor to Jamie and Zoe about her staying on board.)

Likes

- This will go in awesome too, but that whole scene at the start with Jamie and Zoe and the blasting of the meteors. They just couldn't hold on to each other and got separated.

- Wow, I do like that upon hearing of Gemma's death almost everyone got up out of their seats at the news. Shows how much she must have been loved that everyone was shocked out of their seats at hearing she was dead.

- The Doctor using the air vents to get around all sneaky like. Haha, yes, I like that.

- The Doctor finding the mercury for the fluid link. And immediately just pilfering it.

- Jamie and it taking a few seconds to click about what the Doctor meant when he said he had some company. Also, how damn happy the Doctor was to see him alive and well.

- *gasp!* My shippy dreams have come true! Look at Tanya just getting her hands all over Leo as he works that radio and is Captain for the rest of the mission. Yes, girl, get the man you want.

- The Doctor trying to scare Zoe into her decision into staying or going. Pfff, of course she's going to stay. No one left on board the Wheel actually takes her as anything other than an encyclopaedia on legs. Why bother staying there?

Dislikes

- Wait...why did the Doctor ask where Jarvis was? I am pretty sure last episode they had him holed up in his room. Or did they have him just sitting in his command chair and it just sounded like he was holed up in his room recuperating from his space sickness? Ah, the downside of recons...

- We don't see Jamie and Zoe get to the ship, even if separately. One minute they are separated and you're worried about them, the next BOOM, oh they're fine and having a drink on the rocket. No problems here.

- Umm, didn't the Cyberman who killed Gemma HEAR her say that the whole plot was to poison the air supply? Is that the Cyberman wandering the ship and had just killed Jarvis? Can these Cybermen not talk to each other when in different rooms? Guys, you're in the future. You could use, I dunno, walkie talkies even.

Awesome

- That whole scene at the start with Zoe and Jamie in the space suits trying to stay together but not being able to. Love those suits and love the FX there too.

- I think I have said it for most of the episodes, if not just this half I have just done, but I love the sound effects in this one.

- Ooh, blueprints. Shiny.

Shitty

- XD Sorry, it's awesome in its shittiness, and I had no idea where to put this, but I decided here, because ohhhh my god, I cannot take those Cybermen seriously at all when they are moving towards the Wheel and flapping their arms about like that. It looked so silly I spent the entire scene which is supposed to be tense laughing.

In Conclusion

And the conclusion is there and is able to be watched in its full glory.

I do like that one of the two episodes that wasn't lost was the last one. Also, look! A Dalek in this season.

This was oddly, not my favourite episode of this serial. It's probably one of my less favourites, even though I had to remind myself to come and write stuff down while watching. I have no idea why? I think it is because most of the actual action was the episode before this one and we jut got the aftermath. Also, for the most part, people were just stuck in rooms on opposite sides of force fields.

I still highly enjoyed this episode, don't get me wrong. I think I enjoyed every episode of this one, even with most of it recons.

Body count - 2 plus the Cyberman ship going boom. Welp, Jarvis is dead by his own stupidity (also by Cyberman.) 1 Cyberman killed by the Doctor. 1 Genocide of the Cyberman ship. Yes, I am including that as a genocide since the ship was a big one with an entire invading force we only saw a fraction of.

The Wheel In Space as a Whole

Highly enjoyable story. Highly enjoyable characters. We get the introduction to the new companion and her coming on board at the end.

We get a little background flirting and romance, we get awesome women being awesome. We get more Cybermen if that's your deal. We get a nice place for them to be. The Wheel is full of interesting people who are all different.

Seriously, don't miss this one. It was great and I highly recommend even if you can't watch the recons to watch the two surviving episodes and to listen to the audio of the other 4. Because this one is awesome.

#classic doctor who #doctor who #the wheel in space #episode six #epic rewatch #second doctor #jamie mccrimmon #zoe heriot #cybermen

[madhare0512]

It’s a snow day when Mad goes missing. Blank hasn’t seen him. Henrik neither. Dr. Iplier? No. Dark? Anti? Theodore? Nothing. Phantom shut down the club to help Mare search. It’s nearing midnight and Mare’s a mess. After practically tearing the city apart, the brothers search the outskirts of town. Nothing. Reluctant and heartbroken, Mare is coming in for the night, when he see something. There, nestled in the snow, is Mad. He’s curled up in a little ball, barely alive. What happens next?

I have *so* many ideas. Also, bold of you to assume Mare wouldn't be searching through the night haha /j. Feel free to run by my ask box anytime, friend, I love your idea!

"Mad!!" Mare cries, hitting his knees on the frozen ground.

The scientist was pale, lips dusted with blue and nose red. He wasn't shivering, pulse hardly there. He'd been out here for a long time, almost too long. Ice had already formed in his hair, the crystals spotted with red that told Mare that Mad wasn't in the snow by choice.

Given the lack of his red jacket and gloves, Mare would guess he was attacked or robbed. Mare would find and deal with the offenders later, right now Mad needed medical attention and Mare was determined to see that he got it. So, he rips off his winter jacket, wrapping the purple cloth around his freezing lover, and pulls Mad into his arms.

The clinic would take too long to get to and Henrik was already at the club. It would be easiest to just go there. Tucking the coat tighter around Mad's body and fixing the hood over his head, Mare rushes the next five blocks to get Mad back to one of their few safe-havens.

"Phantom! Henrik!" he shouts kicking open the doors to the club. "Help!"

He kneels on the ground, settling Mad close to his body.

Henrik curses violently in German, running over. "Vat happened? Vere did you find him?"

Mare pants, "Five blocks away. He never made it to the workshop. I think he was mugged."

Dark growls from behind the bar, where he's grabbing the med-kit. "We'll look for the transgressor as soon as he's safe."

Mare isn't listening to anyone but Henrik anymore. "How do I him?" he asks the doctor.

Henrik assess Mad's vitals, half of his words German, "Heart beat too slow. Er ist blass. Nicht genug ... wie mache ich-?" He looks up, over his shoulder at Phantom, "Decken." He struggles for a moment, searching for the English translation. Then he's growling and giving up, he huffs, "He needs to be varm. It goes on a bed, but it's not a dufet. Smaller. He needs a lot of zem."

Phantom nods, "Blankets. I'll get them."

Henrik nods as Phantom rushes off. Then turning to Mare, he add, "Don't vorry. I am familiar vith frostbite. Zis I can vork vith easily." He presses a gently hand to Mad's cheek, sighing, "Vee are lucky. He vas not out zere too long."

Mare watches Phantom come back and Henrik take the blankets. He helps Henrik take some of them on and follows with Mad when Henrik says to follow. "Will he be alright?"

Henrik takes them to their bedroom at the club. "Shtrip him of his close. You as vell, zis vill be best vith skin to skin contact," Henrik says, then begins making a bed of sorts on top of the bed. "If vee do zis right, and I am confident vee vill, zen he vill make a full recofery."

Mare makes quick work of stripping Mad to his boxers and then himself, ignoring how cold Mad's skin is against his. He situates Mad on the bed, then climbs in himself and pulls the human closer. Henrik bundles the pair up in the blankets tightly.

With a sigh, Henrik pushes his glasses higher on his nose. "I vill come to check on you soon. Don't let him leaf the blankets."

Mare nods, then focuses back on Mad. If he's going to bed here for a while, then he's putting his entire focus on helping Mad get better.

And once Mad is better, he thinks as his eyes flash and his fangs sharpen, he's going for the assholes that did this.

Thank you so much, anon!!

#youtube egos #youtube #writing #story prompt #thanks anon!! #anon #thanks to the asker! #madpat #natemare #madmare

[thelioncourts]

Do you have capri fic recs for us? :)

this is so late in being answered but, at the time, i hadn’t read a lot of new fic when this was asked. i feel like i have now though so! be prepared!!

Awakening in Arles by toewsyourheart

Damen and Laurent meet. Six years later, they meet again.

Rating: Mature; Word Count: 5953; Warning(s): None

Notes: Canon-Divergent

Keep Your Demons on a Leash by rainydayrambling

Laurent was in a rare mood, insomuch as it could be called a mood at all. He wanted to claw himself out of his skin, tear every scrap of fabric away from him, free himself from the confines of physical reality. Whatever mood that was, this was where he had found himself. Pinned beneath Damen on the bed in his chambers -- a familiar place to be -- still dressed in his shirt and pants, though his jacket had been left somewhere on the other side of the room.

###

Or: Laurent is Big Horny, and he really just wants a solid dicking down. But Damen, being Damen, takes the opportunity to draw things out as long as humanly possible -- and Laurent is very annoyed by this. In a sexy way.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 6784; Warning(s): None

Notes: UM. so good, so Laurent and Damen. Capri-Canon-Verse.

A ghostly touch by anonymous

When Laurent moves into the cheap apartment that he has rented, he finds that wishes come true in the apartment or something else is living there with him. If he has never been able to speak his desires aloud, then it is good that someone can read his mind and fulfill the desires he never knew he had.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 16181; Warning(s): Referenced Regent grossness, mildly dubious consent

Notes: ghost!Damen, mystery, ghost sex, even in ghost form damen is a service top, 10/10.

a diadem, cantarella, and a chestnut filly by slutzilla 

a collection of events surrounding the wedding and birthday of auguste, son of aleron, king of vere.

Rating: Mature; Word Count: 27514; Warning(s): Very much Regent grossness

Notes: so i read this just last night and i was screaming (into my pillow). the scenes with the regent are pretty explicit, or, at least, they’re more than just a *fade to black*. that being said, damen and laurent’s first interaction as adults is everything. want to read again.

When the sun is on again by pulsivere

"I think," Damianos said softly, "that you have not been treated the way you deserve."

For the first time in his life, Laurent did not know what to say back.

Rating: Mature; Word Count: 43539 (for now!); Warning(s): PTSD, violence

Notes: i don’t normally rec WIPs but this one is just too wonderful not to. i’ve been following it since ch 1 and i am utterly intrigued. there’s a lot of political stuff going on here, like the books, only it’s a universe in which auguste lives (barely, but not because of damen) and laurent, young, is desperate to keep auguste alive and that means honing in on his analytical nature, adopting a cold-tone of indifference, and hoping people underestimate him, much like in canon. please give it a shot, it’s so good.

greek & godly by sweetricebuns

Though he'd never admit it, Laurent absolutely loves post-gym Damen.

(Damen is attractive. Very attractive. Laurent deals.)

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 2631; Warning(s): None

Notes: the AN is literally just like ‘sweaty damen deserves a blowjob’ and they are correct!! it’s a good body worship fic, let me tell you. and damen deserves worshiped. 

The Time of the Living by Creberrime

Damen realized Arles would likely awaken some things in him. His mind barely drifted to that place anymore but he just knew those thoughts were still locked somewhere within himself.

He knew.

Damen visits Arles for the first time as a King and faces his own return to some unfriendly landscapes.

Rating: Mature; Word Count: 5768; Warning(s): PTSD

Notes: love exploring damen’s first return to arles. him leaving at the end of capri and thinking about how he’d never have to see this place again was so much; he knew he was returning to akielos or dying. he never thought he’d marry the prince of vere and joint-rule the kingdom. and with all that happened there, it’s a lot. it’s like how i also want to explore damen post-KR and in his father’s chambers and visiting his own chambers after his capture there and --

Just to Sit Outside Your Door by rainydayrambling

Damen is the leader of Akielos, a vigilante group set on bringing down mega-corporations that abuse the people of the city of Delpha. Laurent is the heir to DeVere Corp., one such corporation. When a personal assistant position is listed for Laurent, Akielos steps in to make sure Damen gets the job. But being Laurent's live-in assistant presents challenges Damen never anticipated, and through a series of shared stories, secret missions, and midnight plotting sessions, his feelings for the acerbic heir quickly begin to change.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 57706; Warning(s): Implied/Reference Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape, Violence

Notes: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love it when these long fics just pop up and ruin your life in the best kind of way for at least a week. 10/10. damen is so bad at pretending to be anything but a leader. 

give a little (get a lot) by liesmyth

“Are you going to apologise?”

Laurent jutted his chin out. “I will,” he said. “If you make me.”

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 3934; Warning(s): little bit of BDSM

Notes: canon-verse, good fucking sex. what more do we need?

we kiss and then by anonymous

“You must enjoy this immensely,” Laurent said, tone breathless but sharp as though to make up for momentary weakness. “Having me all to yourself, sightless and bound for your pleasure, it must be the only way you can get off—”

“Quiet,” Damen said, and Laurent’s throat clicked when he swallowed.

Damen makes a pretty good match for Laurent.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 3626; Warning(s): Implied/Reference Child Abuse

Notes: modern au. some good good smut. like. good good. best scene is in ch 2. damen makes laurent talk and it’s like taking laurent’s greatest weapon and using it against him.

got no soul to sell by onekingdomonce 

A favorite? Ancel didn’t know. Damianos was said to have healthy appetites and a wandering eye, not limiting himself with the lovers he took. Laurent, ever the optimist, saw this as a positive. The lack thereof wasn’t an obstacle; it was a position to be filled.

Or: Laurent sends himself as a slave to Akielos.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 9084; Warning(s): Dub-Con, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Open Ending

Notes: who isn’t a slut for these AUs? it’s depressing and hot and so Much(TM). if the roles really had been switched like this, i don’t think either of them would have came out alive. so good. 

Different by parttimehuman

When Laurent tells Damen to fuck him, Damen says no.

There's a fear inside Laurent that needs to be defeated first, slowly, with countless kisses and worshipping touches, with all the love Damen has to give.

The next time Laurent asks, he will pose the question differently, and Damen won't say no...

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 17037; Warning(s): None

Notes: idk what to say. it’s incredibly good. like, it’s a character study done via smut. 

fell in love with a war by uptillthree

His chest is still heaving, rising and falling as though he’s finished a footrace. The garden and the pet ring he’d weathered stoically, because both had looked so different in decor and atmosphere compared to the first time he’d been here, a court remade. He’d been given a throne instead of the floor at Laurent’s feet. Laurent had tucked a white flower behind his ear, playful and careless of propriety.

The whipping post had been the same.

Damen returns to Arles.

Rating: Teen; Word Count: 1160; Warning(s): PTSD

Notes: another ‘damen returning to arles.’ with damen’s lack of introspectiveness, i think he wouldn’t assume arles would have an impact on him upon return, not until he got there. 

#captive prince #captive prince fic rec #capri fic rec #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #Anonymous

[doctor-rainbowfoxey]

Renegades Chapter 4 Part 3 - The Inbetween 1

Link to previous parts

All of a sudden our intrepid mutant hero finds himself tumbling head over heels down a precipitous forest path. A minute later Scott realized he didn't have feathers, little clawed feet nor a beak. The shock left the mutant momentarily disoriented as he had grown accustomed to being a bird, however all things considered he was glad to be human. A bit later noticed that he was thankfully not naked, though the costume he found himself wearing looked and felt like a variation of his old one. It even had a working visor.

The next question to cross off on the bucket list, having answered what, was to locate the resolution to just where in blazes was he located in space, let alone time. Huh. This one was going to be a pickle alright. The best answer he could figure from the look of things was a trippy nightmare forest fit for a horror movie or acid trip.

This did not bode well nor put the battle-tested mutant ease. He’d almost rather be back in that dank cold prison cell because that was predictable, controllable, not safe but doable. In this, this allergenic hell, anything was possible. Every glowing eye winking, mysterious growl or squeak made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Every flutter of unknown origin, every darting, shifting shadow made a muscle in his neck twitch and his hand itch to activate his powers.

“'Twas Brillig

And the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe”

Abruptly Scott hears singing and the playing of what sounds like a harmonica nearby. Voice sounded like it was saying words but he’d be damned if he understood them. Sounded like gibberish. Fancy gibberish of the kind Hank would appreciate but that Scott never had the time nor desire to dabble with making heads nor tails of growing up in the x mansion. Give him angles and axel grease or at least chess rather than such Victorian froufrou.

“All mimsy were the borogoves

And the mome raths outgrabe”

As the sing continued Scott was considering changing his verdict on whether this singing was simply harmless froufrou as each note seemed to cause the forest to light up and become even more unsettling unearthly and alive.

“Looooze zomezing?”

Said a voice behind him. Scott’s nerves had caused his energy to flair against the ruby quartz that contained them leaving a trailing as he turned sharply.

“Ach du meine Güte!!”

Exclaimed whoever or whatever was up in the tree, sounding like almost fell out of the tree from being startled but they had nonetheless managed to vanish. That voice sounded familiar. Kurt? It may not be his Kurt, his heart twinged at the thought of another dear friend long lost. He forced himself not to dwell and to continue his train of thought. It may not be his Kurt but they may be able to help and scaring away a potential ally was not going to help him get out of this blasted forest.

“No, come back! I’m sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.”

Said Scott as he tried to be as non threatening as possible, as he approached palms up and open in a beseeching gesture. Suddenly he saw a faint outline appear, pink stripes and agrin solidifying from the void.

“Ah fery vell! One moment bleaze.”

This otherworldly version of Kurt blew on silver harmonica causing Scott to start a bit at the discordant sound.

“Oh!”

Kurt himself seemed momentarily startled by the sound but after a few more notes gainfully proceeded regardless clearly eager to have an audience for his odd song.

“Arh zecond chorus!!”

“'Twas Brillig

And the slithy toves”

Scott took a moment to get a better look at the mutant now that he had revealed himself completely. Form wise the man was the twin of Nightcrawler however instead of the Saphire blue of his Kurt this one was a deep purple fading to violet. Breaking up the purple fuzz was ribbons of stripes of fuscia. He was wearing an outfit that seemed some blend of a medieval and stage magician's outfit. Form-fitting black tights capped off with white-tipped booties, a white ruffled shirt with excessive chest ruffles over with a black suitlike tunic. All of which was topped off with a velvetine black hat. This cat-like Kurt gestured charmingly along with the music most especially with his tail.

“Did gyre and gimble in the wabe”

“Kurt you're a cat…?

Says Scott with mild astonishment. The lyth man looks up at his comment and gives a quick frank reply of his own with a tip of his hat.

“Ein Cheshire cat, Mr. Zummers. Zird chorus! All mimsy were the borogoves

And the mome raths outgrabe”

“Oh no no thank you, Kurt, it's a swell song honestly, but I was wondering if you could help me out?”

Kurt having first been a bit put out to have his song interrupted perked up at having a request made of him.

“Most cerdainly mein friend. Arh! Inquire avay.”

Said Kurt with a suggestive purr and lushes languid sweep of his tail.

“See I’m not sure where I am and I was wondering if you would know which I ought to go?”

Said Scott hoping for a resolution and a resolution to remedy his persistent displacing befuddlement as of late.

“Zat depends on vere vu vant to go, mein freund.”

“It really doesn't matter as long as …”

Replies Scott.

“Zen it really doesn't matder vich vay vu go.”

Seemingly on a whim and to Scott’s surprise the cat-like man leaps from the branch and vanishes before he lands. To his confoundment Scott saw footprints appear around him to his relief Kurt appeared a moment later.

“I zuboze it vould help if vu knew vo... or vat vu vere looking for?”

Scott thought for a moment, everything was pretty foggy but after a second. Out of the mist materialized a vision of dark hair and stormy grey eyes. Logan last he could remember he was upset about something, a flash of deathly pale skin and glowing red eyes floated to his mind, Sinister. Sinister was involved somehow but how, of that he was certain.

“I’m trying to find my universe's Logan. I think Sinister is up to no good and we need to stop him.”

Replied Scott earnestly after a moment of pondering.

“Zinister!! Nein nein nein zorry”

Kurt vanished as he leaped from our hero in a panic, clearly having had a run-in with the evil man himself. Scott heard the sounds of something Kurt size leaping from tree to tree and could hear the branches shaking.

“Kurt!! Kurt we defeat him together! Don’t go!!”

Pleaded Scott. He can’t do this alone. Why do people always do this to him? It's like herding cats.

“Zorry Zorry mein freund!! I can’t let him get me! Not again!”

Scott attempted to leave the path and to follow the dexterous man but creeping vines ensnared him. Before he could process anything he was falling into a river that was not wet.

#scott summers #scogan #x-men #kurt wagner #xmen #xmen fanart #x men #fanart #art #logan howlett #alice in wonderland #renegades

[inkribbon796]

Lost in the Lightning Storm Ch. 1: Lightning in a Bottle

Summary: Henrik is a naturally curious person, and with there being something between him and Anti, he just wants to know what kind of person he’s dealing with.

Chapter: 1, 2

Henrik had more than a bit of a problem.

Anti had stopped making his presence so apparent, almost like he was trying to avoid Henrik but still watch him. It gave Henrik time to think about a lot of things. About what he wanted, and if even pursuing a relationship with him was even remotely a good idea.

The glitch demon was angry, violent, prone to random fits of destruction, and left gifts outside of Henrik’s office like a deranged cat. But he also saved Henrik from fights, wasn’t attacking him, and it was clear that although he left organs and teeth for Henrik that he meant for Henrik to actually like the gifts.

So Henrik was unsure of what to do about Anti. He was mostly curious about how a relationship like that would progress. But Anti had a history with the Septics that reminded Henrik that this tepid infatuation could end with Henrik’s blood and guts smeared all over the walls.

Henrik had spent a lot of time thinking about it as the gifts and stalking kept coming. So to clear his head, he headed towards the base.

The German doctor meant to find Logic, ask for some surveillance equipment, but when he walked into the comms room the Side wasn’t alone in the room. He was with Tubbo and Nate.

Logic was busy managing several different screens as the situation was calming down as Tubbo was holding some remote and shouting information into a headset. Both of them were on their feet. Nate was next to them, looking braced to rush out of the room.

Henrik paused as Logan fell back into his chair and let out a sigh of relief.

“Holy shit,” Tubbo commented, and started to drive his remote again. He was bringing his little bee drone back to him. What came back faster to him were three little bee familiars which buzzed around his head and settled into his suit. “That was ridiculous.”

“Now do you see why I keep you away from the Duke, his particular breed of unpredictability makes him exceedingly dangerous,” Logan explained.

“Is everything alright?” Henrik asked as he walked in.

“It is now,” Nate answered with a sigh of relief.

“Vat[1] happened?” Henrik looked at the screens.

“The Duke decided to live up to his title of “Intrusive Thoughts” and terrorize a baseball stadium full of people and make them hallucinate,” the logical Side explained. “At the most inopportune time, of course.”

“Of course,” Henrik rolled his eyes. Then he turned to Nate, “Ahhh, Nathan, it is so good to see you. It is a rare thing to see you in ze base zese days.[2]

“Been busy,” Nate commented. “Just wanted to meet the new guys, they seem alright.”

“Damn straight,” Tubbo smiled back at him, before continuing to pilot his bee drone back to him.

“Heard this place was haunted now,” Nate smiled.

“Ahh, yes,” Henrik smiled. “Big Man has a bro’zer currently viz Marvin. He calls himself Ghostbur und can phase z’rough valls.”[3]

“No shit, he like Big Man?” Nate smiled.

“Nein,”[4] Henrik smiled. “He vas[5] much calmer, und[6] quieter.”

“Really? That’s hilarious.” Nate laughed, but he was just staring at Tubbo, he seemed to be studying the young apprentice.

Henrik was about to leave and give up on his questions for another day. But Nate got up.

“Coffee?” Nate smiled.

Shrugging, Henrik followed but they didn’t go to the common room area for coffee, they left the base entirely.

“I like researching demons,” Nate told him, their topic veering to what Nate had been up to since Henrik had last gotten to sit down and talk to him, “and glitches have always been interesting to me. Even more so after I found out that Logic was a demon. I used to think they were all chaos incarnate, and they are, but they’re more than that. Logic is a way different demon than Anti, and both of them are different from the Jims, who I’m fairly certain are just super weird glitches.”

“Really?” Henrik asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Nate smiled as they kept walking down the road to this little coffee shop. “Makes me really glad I started distancing myself from the hunters. The only research they care about is if it makes killing demons easier or safer for them.”

“So you wish to become a university professor on ze[7] demons?” Henrik smiled.

“Dude, if that was possible, I would,” Nate promised. “The process from a human soul to a demon one. What they lose? What they gain? Can you predict who’s actually going to turn into a demon? What type of demon are they going to turn into?”

They took the time to get their coffees and take their seats outside the coffee shop as Henrik thought about Nate’s words. “I assume zat[8] you have taken copious notes about ze[7] demons already in Egoton?”

“Course I have,” Nate smiled. “As much as I was able.”

“Vat[1] do you know about Anti?” Henrik asked. “I know vat he is now, but vat about before. Vho vas he before he vas a demon?”[9]

“Huh,” Nate let out a loud puff of air and tapped his fingers to his coffee mug. “Never tried to look him up that far back.”

The singer looked down at his coffee before looking back up in thought. “I think Mare said something about Anti being a little over a century old. That’s probably just in demon years, so who knows how old he was when he actually died. But he’s a glitch demon so . . .”

Nate let out another pensive breath of air, rubbing the inside corners of his eyes, “He was probably killed by lightning. But that was around the same time as an industrial revolution so he could have died in a factory accident and still turned into a glitch. His turning would have probably been sometime in the early 1900’s, late 1800’s maybe.”

“Und[6] could he be found?” Henrik asked.

Nate looked a little concerned, “Maybe, finding him would definitely be easier than finding Dark or Mare. They’re older than him and Anti is also a glitch so that narrows it down. Even if he did die in a factory accident.”

“I cannot imagine a vorld vere he did not get into some type of trouble viz ze law,”[10] Henrik commented, pushing up his glasses.

“Yeah that might make it easier,” Nate agreed. “Usually a soul doesn’t change too much from how it used to be in life. There’s some drift but not too much.”

“Yes, but—” Henrik thought out loud before Mare seemed to appear out of nowhere and turned over a bag of cookies right into Nate’s lap.

“The fuck are you doing?” Nate shouted.

“Shut up and eat them, you still reek,” Mare spat at him, digging some loose cookies still in the bag and pushing them into Nate’s hands. “Anything’s better than how you smell right now.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Nate tossed the cookies back in Mare’s face so hard they bounced off his face as they crumbled.

“I don’t like that kid’s aura,” Mare crossed his arms. “He smells weird.”

“Which kid?” Nate argued loudly, Henrik was watching Logan leading Tubbo down the street, the two obviously coming from the base and going out on a patrol. When Tubbo spotted Nate and Mare arguing the two stopped to watch them cautiously from across the street.

“The little goat demon with the bee theme,” Mare slapped down a hand to hold it about at Tubbo’s height. “I didn’t know you guys were picking up spawnlings off the street. I thought that was Dark’s shtick.”

“Bomble? What do you mean he smells?” Nate demanded. “What does he smell like?”

“How are you still alive?” Mare let out a frustrated sigh. “You know how toast smells when it gets burnt?”

“Yeah?” Nate agreed.

“Okay so imagine that burnt toast also set the toaster on fire, and that’s pretty much it,” Mare told them. “Anti doesn’t smell anything, but I can. I don’t know why! I checked with Dark, he can smell it too. But he doesn’t think he smells like toast.”

“Vat[1] did Dark say he smells like?” Henrik questioned.

“Death,” Mare told him. “At first I thought he was joking, like he was just being overdramatic, but then he told me he smells like a village that was on the verge of death from illness. Like a household taken over by the Plague. And after thinking about that, I’m inclined to agree. He kinda does smell like sickness. More like the burnt toast and toaster thing, but I get it. Dark is really old and he would go for that explanation. Don’t know how Anti doesn’t smell it, but he smells like bad news.”

“Zat[8] is very interesting,” Henrik hummed, everyone in the Coalition knew that Tubbo was a bomb expert and that the Coalition had some samples of a couple of his projects under lock and key so no one else could use them.

“Doesn’t help that everything he comes into contact with also winds up smelling like him,” Mare complained. “I thought Pixels had had something blow up in his face because he smells like him, all the time now.”

“Did you tell Logic about it?” Nate asked.

Mare huffed out, “Yeah but he had no idea what I was talking about, couldn’t stand to be in the base because the kid’s got the place carpet bombed.”

“King und[6] Host do not seem to have a problem viz[11] it,” Henrik thought out loud.

“Then their noses are broken, or maybe they have a tolerance to it, I don’t know,” Mare threw up his hands in defeat. “Point is the kid reeks, where’d you dig him up from? He die in some kind of explosion or something?”

“Not zat ve know of,”[12] Henrik sighed. “But he does have an affinity for explosives und bombs.”

Nate looked confused, “Does a person’s death influence their aura?”

“Kinda,”[13] Mare shrugged. “Sometimes it’s a little weird in how it manifests. I can tell if a demon was splintered from another demon, or came from a human soul. Wil probably became a demon in some insane asylum. Dark, it wouldn’t surprise me if his ringing is tied to how he died.”

Mare’s nostrils flared as the direction of air changed and the demon turned to glare at Tubbo who was quickly buzzing across the street and Logan yelled after Tubbo and raced to keep up.

The older demon hissed and took a step back. Logan physically put himself in-between Mare and Tubbo, physically baring his arm in front of the young man to keep him back.

Tubbo just nonchalantly hovered in the air as his wings buzzed. Mare wrinkled up his nose and glared at Tubbo, who was looking quite smug.

“Hey,” Tubbo smiled. “Heard yeh we’re talkin’ about me, mate?”[14]

“You smell,” Mare spat.

Tubbo finally touched his feet to the ground and leaned over to smell his arm, but his helmet shield was still down, so all he did was uselessly shrug. “I showered this mornin’[15].”

“Not what I meant, your aura reeks,” Mare told him. “What’d you do to it?”

Shrugging again, “Just me, bossman.”

“I’ve never,” Mare looked personally insulted. “I’ve never smelt a glitch aura like yours, you must have done something to it.”

“Huh,” Tubbo thought on that before he realized something, “interesting, so I don’t smell like honey anymore?”

“How the flying fuck do you smell even remotely similar to honey?” Mare demanded, almost sounding angry.

“Dunno,”[16] Tubbo shrugged. “E’eryone in the Server always said I smelled like honeycombs. Why do yeh think I started goin’ with the bee aesthetic?”[17]

“Yes, I was wondering how you arrived at the theme you did,” Logan commented.

“You’re lucky I’m in your territory or I’d take your face off,” Mare snarled and he disappeared into a puff of dark black-purple smoke.

“Nice ta[18] know I’m a natural demon deterrent,” Tubbo boasted proudly.

“I don’t think you smell bad, you smell like any normal person,” Logan commented.

“Maybe it’s a glitch thing, then,” Tubbo shrugged.

Logan was quiet at that.

“So I was right, you are a glitch then,” Nate commented.

“If I’m not a glitch, then I don’t know what qualifies, big guy,” Tubbo chuckled.

“Fair, but you and Big Man came from the same gang,” Nate was just watching Tubbo, the young man’s wings buzzing nervously. “How many glitches does the Server have?”

“Like, still? Or before me an’[6] Big Man left?” Tubbo’s tone sounded extremely guarded.

“Not including you two,” Nate qualified.

Tubbo paused to think, “Uhmm. Skeppy, Foolish, Sam, Karl . . .” He kept silently counting for a little bit. “Seven? Eight? Dream is really big on collecting glitches an’[6] empaths. There are even more empaths.”

“Did he ever say why, specifically?” Nate asked. “Glitches are really territorial, so are empaths for that matter, I wouldn’t think it would be so easy to have so many close together.”

“Well, yeah, it was hell,” Tubbo agreed. “But it helped that a lotta us were turned demons, we always kinda existed in the same type ‘a space e’en before we turned so we would have less reason ta kill each other.”[19]

“Yeah but people don’t just collect demons because they can,” Nate told him. “Do you know why he’s doing it?”

“I dunno[16],” Tubbo shrugged. “I always figured it was some kinda[13] power trip thing.”

“I think we should keep moving,” Logic interjected, he’d been watching Tubbo get more and more fidgety and nervous so he stepped in and whisked the young man away from Nate. They went off to go meet up with the other Core Sides and survey the damage that Remus had caused.

Nate and Henrik watched him go.

“That huge pact Dream has really bothers me,” Nate admitted. “Seven or more glitches all in such a tightly packed area, with that many empaths thrown in as well is a recipe for disaster.”

“How so?” Henrik asked.

“Anti and Dark are at each other’s throats and they’ve got different territories the size of cities,” Nate reminded. “By my research, Dream’s got a couple dozen young demons all in an area the size of three football fields and they haven’t all slaughtered each other. You don’t get that without a lot of coercion. It just . . . I don’t like it.”

Henrik thought about that, “Are you still going to do more research today?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Nate shrugged. “Write some music too.”

“I vill[20] join you,” Henrik offered.

“Sure, but why? If you don’t mind me asking?” Nate gave him an odd look.

“I vish to find Anti, und figure out exactly vat type of person zat I am dealing viz,”[21] Henrik explained.

“If you start knocking on that door, just know that demons don’t like talking about what turned them into demons. Some demons are too traumatized by it, others see their old human selves as weaklings. Anti is probably going to fall into the second category. You are going to start a shitstorm.”

“Zat[8] is alright,” Henrik dared as he stood up. “Anti und I already have been on bad terms, und zis vould be no’zing new.”[22]

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post A/N: Tubbo’s familiars are named Spinz, Spunz, and Spoonz. His bee drone is named: Bee Innit. (Named after the canon bees Tubbo had in his New L’Manberg apiary.)

Tubbo’s aura actually smells like radiation, with a thin honey undercurrent, but demons older than the 1960’s can’t place specifically what his aura smells like and the radiation drowns out his original aura too much.

Accessibility Translations:

1. What

2. Ahhh, Nathan, it’s so good to see you. It’s a rare thing to see you in the base these days.

3. Big Man has a brother currently with Marvin. He calls himself Ghostbur and can phase through walls.

4. No

5. was

6. and

7. the

8. that

9. I know what he is now, but what about before. Who was he before he was a demon?

10. I can’t imagine a world were he didn’t get into some type of trouble with the law

11. with

12. Not that we know of

13. Kind of

14. Heard yeh we’re talkin’ about me, mate?

15. morning

16. Don’t know

17. Everyone in the Server always said I smelled like honeycombs. Why do you think I started going with the bee aesthetic?

18. to

19. But it helped that a lot of us were turned demons, we always kind of existed in the same type of space even before we turned so we would have less reason to kill each other.

20. will

21. I wish to find Anti, and figure out exactly what type of person that I am dealing with

22. Anti and I already have been on bad terms, and this would be nothing new.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #birthday post #footnotes #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #Logan Sanders #tubbo underscore #Nathan Sharp #Natemare #Antistein #Doctor Glitch #Tubbo's bees #magic #overprotective Mare #Tubbo is a natural anti-demon repellant #because he smells like radioactivity #Henrik are you dealing with your emotions in a healthy way? #what story do you think you're in?

[watchingtheroad]

Be Your Run-To

Damen struggles in the aftermath of his injury and the reality of losing his remaining family. Laurent helps him cope. 

Post-Canon | Hurt/Comfort | Mourning | First Time Bottoming | 

POV Switches:  Damen >> Laurent >> Nikandros >> Damen

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Damen watched as Laurent dissected another letter from Arles over his makeshift desk at Ios, a table and chair he had dragged into what was now Damen’s office space. Laurent loved it for the massive library attached. He had already brought in an entire new shelf on which he would display the books he planned to read separately from the ones he did not. It was very charmingly involved. 

Damen loved it for the memories of his childhood—sitting on the King’s lap and reading as a boy, growing and studying alongside him as he worked at his desk—and hated it for the exact same reason. 

Reality was strange to think about, stranger for it to be so. That was his father’s desk. His father’s books. His father’s rooms. His father’s throne. His father’s crown. His father’s city. His father’s kingdom. 

His father was dead. His brother was dead, buried in the royal crypt with family rather than treated as the gullible traitor he proved himself to be. 

Damen had thought he could save them both, will them to life and reason. 

He had been wrong. 

Grief crashed over him in inconvenient waves in the weeks immediately after his own injury and Kastor’s bitter end. It was different without the constant drama of plotting against the Regent and running around the continent with Laurent. Forced to endlessly sit and heal, Damen had time to dwell in his misery—entirely too much, arguably, that drained him to exhaustion in moments meant for rest—all while continuing plans to stabilize his own government and attempting to solidify an official unity with Vere. 

It was quite a lot of work, investigation and tedious conversation: drafting documents, arguing more treason and laws, deciding which policies would be adopted kingdom-wide or remain independent to either Akielos or Vere. The matter of slavery was the most pressing to attend to, and one on which Damen and Laurent vehemently agreed. Total abolishment was the goal. It was a matter of implementation, and not every kyros in Akielos was as amenable to change as Nikandros. 

They spent the majority of their days in grueling meetings once Damen was lucid, which began at his bedside, then expanded to common rooms as Damen grew stronger. Laurent had done an invaluable job at handling things when he was not, but there was still substantial progress to be made. He had named Nikadros Kyros in Ios, summoned the few, trustworthy members of the Veretian Council, new appointments included. 

It added another layer of difficulty on both sides, given Vere’s chaotic political climate and Kastor’s treason. It was hard to know exactly all the places evil had touched their kingdom, and Laurent’s extended stay in Ios was a disadvantage in finding out and achieving true peace for Vere. None of the Veretians in Ios liked it there, and none of the Veretians in Vere liked that their future King was still away. Laurent’s focus should have been that, not shouldering Damen’s burdens beyond necessity.

As it was, Laurent refused to be parted from him until he was well again. Damen had been adamant for some time that he was well again, despite some moderate discomfort during his deep breathing exercises and soreness that lingered with certain movements. He seemed to be singularly convinced of that. Even Nikandros was on Laurent’s side, a rarity of astronomical proportion. 

Under different circumstances, Damen would’ve already progressed his training to more rigorous levels, used physical exertion and pain as a distraction for everything else, then pushed through until it became tolerable. The lack thereof was making him incredibly irritable, but Laurent insisted he take it torturously easy, fretting about him every step. 

From the look on Laurent’s face, it appeared whoever wrote the latest letter from Vere was returning the favor in making one irritable. 

“What’s the matter?” Damen asked. 

With reluctance, Laurent said, “I have to leave for Vere. The people have started congregating outside Arles, which I suspect is diplomatic phrasing for rioting. Resistance from the Regent’s leftover filth. Fucking brilliant.” 

Innocently enough, Damen noted, “Going back sooner would have eliminated that.” 

“Just what I wanted to hear, Damianos,” Laurent said, voice like the edge of a knife. “Thank you for your helpful counsel.” 

“Laurent, I didn’t mean—” Damen started, then stopped, closing his mouth with an internally audible clack of teeth. He took a deep breath, blew it out. “I only meant that Vere needs to see its King. They’ll settle as soon as you enter the city.” 

“Do you want me to go so badly?” Laurent asked. “If it will help, you can say it. Let us not pretend I haven’t been worrying you mad.” 

“You haven’t,” Damen fibbed. 

He had, at times, but only regarding certain things. Being fussed over had never been something Damen was particularly keen on.

Damen said, “You’re the best part of every day I live.” 

The former did not make the latter untrue. Their stolen moments were the only thing that kept Damen holding himself together. The source of his foul mood wasn’t Laurent; his concern came from a place of love, Damen knew well enough. It was the circumstances, a result of sadness and lethargy and days and days of complete uselessness that Damen was unaccustomed to and despised to his core. It wasn’t fair to lay his frustrations on Laurent simply because he had nowhere else to aim them, but it’s what he had done. 

“Am I?” Laurent asked, the prick self-deprecation clear and sharp. “You haven’t even pretended you want me to stay to spare my feelings.” 

Laurent was talking nonsense. Damen ached to erase the doubt in his voice. He went to him, yielding before crossing completely into Laurent’s space where he sat at his table. It was clear when Damen needed to tread more carefully, when Laurent’s defenses were momentarily raised. Damen fancied himself safely inside them, not out in the cold. Still, he waited, until a nearly-imperceptible nod and a softening of eyes gave him the permission he sought. 

He slid Laurent’s chair away from the table to better get at him, kneeling in front of him on the floor. Laurent looked at him as though he might break during the mere act of kneeling, but thankfully, held his tongue. 

“Laurent, I don’t want you to go,” Damen explained. “These cuffs on our wrists?” He held Laurent’s hand in one of his, and with the other, let his fingers trail across gold. “Everything they stand for, I want. You, I want. But I don’t want you to stay here to the detriment of Vere because you think I need to be watched like an invalid. I am fi—” 

“Don’t. Don’t say you’re fine,” Laurent stopped him. “You’ve said that since the moment you very nearly bled to death under my hand, through every complication. Are you so stubborn you cannot see you’re the least reliable regarding your own condition? Your physical state is not my only concern—” Laurent took his face in both hands, his touch gentle as he leaned forward to press his lips to Damen’s forehead, murmuring, “You’ve not been yourself, Damianos. I’m worried about your mind, your spirit.” 

Damen clutched Laurent’s wrists, letting out a ragged breath. The whole truth spoken aloud unsettled him to the bone, made everything he fought to bury swell up inside, threatening to burst through his skin. His voice was strained, on the verge of disproportionate emotion, “It’s not you, Laurent. I swear it. It’s me. I’m—”

Broken.

He thought he had been managing, that the moments of shared happiness between them would disguise the torment in his heart. 

Laurent cradled Damen’s head to his chest, and Damen’s arms found their way around him. 

“You’re grieving, Damen. Your opportunity was stolen from you after your father was killed. It’s perfectly normal to need that time now, after everything. When Auguste died, I—” Damen sensed Laurent hit a wall and bear through it in the next breath. “It took months for the agony to subside enough that I felt I could breathe again.” 

It only added to Damen’s guilt. 

“Your brother was good, Laurent—” And I took him from you, Damen thought. “Mine tried to kill me more times than I’m likely aware of to accurately count. And my father— You hated my father. He was a ruthless conqueror, and I worshipped him in blissful ignorance.” 

“My opinions about Theomedes are irrelevant. He was your father, your only living parent, your King,” Laurent listed, pressing a kiss to his hair, then another. “What you feel is acceptable, no matter how conflicting…There’s no proper strategy in mourning, my love, but you do not have to do it alone in silence. I am here.” 

Damen felt his cheeks wet with tears he hadn’t known were trickling free. He buried his face in Laurent’s chest, a choked sob escaping with his words. “It’s impossible to be here, Laurent. Everywhere I look, I see them. I feel like—”

An imposter. 

Laurent was the last person who needed to hear that from him. Damen had been groomed for kingship his entire life and felt fraudulent when faced with it now amidst his sadness, particularly having evolved so drastically from who he last was in Ios. Even so, he couldn’t fathom having it thrust upon him as a boy as Laurent did, his grief unimaginable and obstacles unnumbered, the unspeakable abuse he endured. 

“Tell me,” Laurent coaxed, his fingers moving in soothing strokes against his scalp. “Let me inside this head of yours.” 

A deep, steadying breath. 

“There are times I feel Ios doesn’t belong to me. It’s as though my father’s still here, alive in every hall and chamber. I’m so far from the Prince Akielos once knew,” Damen confessed. 

Laurent lifted Damen’s head to meet his eyes, delicately wiping beneath them with his thumbs. His smile was soft, compassionate. His eyes shone with love Damen felt unworthy of receiving. 

“Damianos, my King,” Laurent said, with a reverence in his voice that throbbed in Damen’s chest and ached through his ribs. “You are twice the leader and ten times the man your father and brother were. Not all change is unwelcome. If you stepped onto the balcony now, Ios would chant your name in the streets. Not your father’s. Not Kastor’s. They adore you. I adore you. Your effortless confidence, the power you hold in your body and words… I aspire to it. Your brother played at ruling. You were born to it. Akielos is yours. These ghosts won’t haunt you forever.” 

His words were fleeting warmth wrapped around Damen’s body. He longed to feel it deeper, for them to speak to something solid inside him and hold.

“You’re kinder than I deserve,” Damen said. Then, eager to shift the conversation away from himself, split open as he was, he returned, “It was born in you, too. You’re brilliant, Laurent. I’ve never known a mind like yours. Arles will receive you with open arms, whenever you choose to return. I’ve seen how your people look at you.” 

They had lined the streets of every town in Vere, ecstatic to catch a mere glimpse of Laurent as he rode through on their journey to Akielos. If there was residual unrest in the capital due to the Regent, Damen imagined the faction was small. 

“If it hasn’t been ripped apart brick by brick before I arrive,” Laurent mused, with an exaggerated sigh. He caressed Damen’s face from brow to jaw. “You look exhausted. Let’s have a hot bath, shall we? Wait for me in your chambers, and I’ll attend you? I have one thing left to do here.”

Damen nodded. That did sound nice. 

He shifted to stand, pausing to kiss Laurent on his way. His breath caught, lips trembling as the kiss deepened. His emotions were all out of sorts. Nothing meant more to him than making Laurent happy, merging their lives into one as Damen felt bound to him. He wished to feel better, and he wished to do it beside Laurent. 

“Thank you, Laurent… Hurry to me,” Damen said, and because it was all he could muster while keeping his composure, he hoped it conveyed everything he meant.

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[THE REST IS HERE]

#captive prince #Capri #damen x laurent #cp fic #damianos of akielos #laurent of vere #first time bottoming #hurt/comfort #post kings rising

[voidselfshipp]

La Mala Vida

Summary: medic finds out that living forever might be less of a hussle,and that maybe this century is worth saving.

Pt 2 here bcs Tumblr wont let me

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Life.

What do we do with it?people say it is what we want it to be, that the time we have to choose is limited because we dont live forever.

Josef would not agree with that statement.

Hes been living since the 18th Century, and after all these years everything seemed the same.

Its a rainy Day on teufort, why was someone like him still in there? After all the memories he had there.

He didnt quite now, maybe because its residents were quite literally Led poisoned idiots and nobody would suspect a thing from him.

--that would be five dollars Sir-- the Cashier said giving him the newspaper.

The german Man scowled and handed him the money taking it.

'Back in my zime zhe newspaper vas vay cheaper...' he thought.

He then goes to the nearby café, catching his reflection on the windowpane of said café.

He still looked quite handsome for a Man that is centuries old,he lived through Many things and yet there he was, alive and well.

He then sits against the Window minding his own bussines waiting to be attended.

He was so concentrated in the news that he didnt noticed the people that came in and out.

Nor the music playing.

But then, he looks up at the entrance, his face cant help but to contorn in a smile.

The newest generation has been quite of his interest as of lately.

The was something about zentenialls he couldnt quite put his finger on that caused him interest.

A generation that coped with problems with self depreciating humor, yet being able to form a revolution in the span of months in one single app,but also having the biggest of hearts for those in need.

'Siamo condannati alla brutta vida

Quería decirle, bambino

Que usted está trayéndose un flow bandido

Su secreto está guardao aquí conmigo

Sabe, yo respeto pero nunca olvido

Tarde, siempre tarde yo lo siento (wuh)

Les molesta todo lo que rondo

Devoluciones, no caigo en eso

Estoy buscándome yo los pesos, uh

Yo no quería que caiga preso (wow)

Regalito a la mamá, par de billes (par de billes)

Pa que se lo goce y de mí no se olvide (no se olvide)

Y la herida llevo aquí (llevo)

Dime tú si me vas a amar'

The lively music seemed to contrast with the calm ambience of the place.

Jerico pulls down the hood of her hoodie, she looks around for a place to sit, and goes to a far quiet corner of the place.

She sits down putting her bag close to her.

Her ears catch the melody playing and a homesick smile appears on her face tapping her feet to the rythm .

'La mala vida que me persigue

Los tiempos están cambiando y nosotros también

La calle está ardiendo, guiándome

Ni olvido ni perdón a lo que fuiste ayer

Mala vida que me persigue

Mala vida que no puedo salir

Mala vida que me persigue

Mala, mala

Fuck mala vida, mala, mala

Quería más de mí, pero no le di nada

Estamos nasty, curtiendo strada (strada)

Rompiendo tarima como si nada'

She was mouthing the lyrics of the song while softly rocking her body to it.

Medic catched a glimpse of this and smiled.

Finally they go and take his order, then the girls and the waiter dissapears behind the bar.

Jeris glance meets Josefs, she smiles and then goes down to her phone, a hand that was used as a rest for her cheek.

'Lo hacemos igual gore

Tenemos el peso en el pecho

Y aunque duela adentro, lo hacemos igual por los tiempos

Tiempos buenos, tiempo al fin

Tiempos malos que perdí (wuh)

Fuckin' mala vida, te escupo la face

Acuérdate de mí cuando me veas, no compro fake

Los fuckin' vis a vis me tienen maldecí

Estoy maldecía, no puedo salir

Regalito a la mamá, par de billes (par de billes)

Pa que se lo goce y de mí no se olvide (no se olvide)

Y la herida llevo aquí (llevo)'

He then looked back at his own stuff, the music, altough not his favourite was starting to get to him, and so his foot unintentionally started to tap following the beat of the song.

Now he wasnt the type of guy to dwell on his past, he only cared about defying modern science, well he did bring back a Man to life.

Good times.

He sighs, that smile that some found unnerving seemed to have warmed a little bit, the years were softening Him up.

Tough he feels someone watching him, his head turns to find the girl drawing on a piece of paper, what exactly? He couldnt tell.

Until her emerald green eyes met his, her cheeks flushed and looked away with a expression that screamed 'I hope the floor swallows me and never spits me again'.

He chuckled, and a side of him felt quite honored.

Maybe hed ask her for the drawing.

he drank his coffee and read the newspaper,the bitter taste of it wasnt as much of a kick in the mouth, they used to make them stronger too.

Meanwhile jerico couldnt help but dwell on her own problems while she waited.

The cold weather was rather relaxing to her, the cold and rain were always a comfort.

Though there wasnt much to do than wait right now, but shed find a way to entretain herself.

The café was too calm for her,way too calm.

But that is what happends when you used to live in a constant chaos, calm things seemed dangerous, a part of her really enjoyed this.

She sighs being absolutely bored out of her mind.

Her eyes look at the drawing that was just besides her.

Drawing that guy was fun, and the hairstyle did suit him well.

Her leg starts to bounce as she feels a familiar feel on her chest.

Maybe she should give it to him.

Or was it creepy? Did he even wanted it?

--miss heres your tea, and your pastries--the waiter said putting things down from the trail on the table--Anything else?

She shakes her head,the waiter asks her if she would want anything else, she says no.

She ends up paying her things and then enjoying them.

At least like that she doesnt have to go through the process of talking to anyone else than that waiter.

As she drinks though,Someone sits infront of her.

'Cant drink my tea in peace....' when she looks up however she jumps a bit on her Seat.

--Hallo-- the same Man she drew said-- I couldnt help but notice zhat jou vere drawing me,can I see?

The Man had his newspaper rolled under his arm, a huge smile and a coffee on his hand.

His accent, was rather cute, she thought.

--su sure!--Jerico smiles handing him the paper.

The Man looks at the drawing, and then smiles.

--Vould jou look at zhat! joure an true artist! Great job

Her chest warms and a huge grin appears on her face, her hands grip the tea cardboard Cup--thank you very much!

--Mind if I keep it?

--not at all!, I was hoping to give it to you actually,just didnt know if youd like it

--Are jou kidding? Of course id love zo! Oh wait im so stupid, I should pay jou for it ! Jour skills shouldnt be wasted.

As soon as he extends his hand with the Money jerico softly pushes it back.

Her hand had paint stains, yet the skin was soft and they were warm.

--No no please

--i insist!

--Take it as a gift Will you?

He then puts the money away, and nodds-- ah yes,jour generation is good at convincing people, plus good at arguing okay, I Vill keep my money,oh im josef by zhe vay...and zhanks

He extends his hand and she shakes it.

--Jerico

-- vhat a lovely name,vell I should get going , rain is going to get vorse and its a long valk home...lovely zalking vith jou jerico!

Jer smiles -- it was nice to talk to you too

Josef takes the drawing a leaves.

She just sits there, what just happened???

Thats enough interaction for today.

When she finished she grabbed her things and Walked home, the rain poured without mercy, she should have brought an umbrella.

She puts on her headphones and walks faster to the bus stop.

That of course had no FUCKING roof.

luckily the music drowned out the pesky conversation that a guy who obviously didnt know how to take a hint tried to start.

'Fuckin' mala vida, te escupo la face

Acuérdate de mí cuando me veas, no compro fake

Los fuckin' vis a vis me tienen maldecí

Estoy maldecía, no puedo salir

Regalito a la mamá, par de billes (par de billes)

Pa que se lo goce y de mí no se olvide (no se olvide)

Y la herida llevo aquí (llevo)

La mala vida que me persigue (yeah yeah yeah)

Los tiempos están cambiando y nosotros también

La calle está ardiendo, guiándome

Ni olvido ni perdón a lo que fuiste ayer

Mala vida que me persigue

Mala vida que no puedo salir

Mala vida que me persigue

Mala, mala

Está cayéndome lo que nunca te dije yo

Estoy creyendo que los buenos son los malos'

As soon as the music ended she no longer felt the water falling on her , she looks up.

Josef.

He held the umbrella close to her.

--Hi-- she sheepishly said taking off her headphones.

--Hallo frau,vaiting fot zhe bus I see?

--Yeah, thanks for the umbrella though...should have brought one with me...but didnt...

Both share a giggle.

#f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #self shipping #my f/os #self ship #self insert #f/o fic #❣he (literally) stole my heart❣

[incorrect-catcf-quotes]

Mike: There you are.

Augustus: Oh, hey.

Mike: Let me ask you a question. What are you most afraid of?

Augustus: I don’t know. Um, nuclear var. Accidentally being buried alive. Any of zose movies vere you get zat phone call zat says you’re going to die, und zen you do.

Mike: No. Something very specific that we both know you, Augustus Gloop, are terrified of.

Augustus: Vell, type two diabetes runs in my family. Ze zought of losing a toe…

Mike: Spiders! You’re afraid of spiders!

Augustus: Vat ze heck is zis?

Mike: A jar with a big spider in it, of course. Bravery test. First one to take his hand out is the sidekick.

Augustus: Are you crazy?

Mike: Perhaps. Are you scared?

Augustus: Nein. But it’s a schtupid test.

Mike: Oh, really? What if the earth was in danger and the only way to save it was to stick your hand in a jar with a spider?

Augustus: Oh, yah? Vhat if ze earzh vas in danger und ze only vay to safe it vas to take a shower in ze Oompa Loompa locker room und let ze Loompas see you naket?

Mike: Oh, come on. That’s never gonna happen. Now put your hand in the jar or forever be revealed as my sidekick.

Augustus: All right, I vill.

Mike: How did you get so brave all of a sudden?

Augustus: It’s easy. Ze schpider’s crawling up your arm.

Mike: Get it off! Get it off! Please, Gus! Ah! Ah! Ah! Please. Oh!

#there's a reference to the old wonka commercials in this one #see if you can find it #Incorrect quotes #charlie and the chocolate factory #catcf #mike Teavee #augustus gloop #source: the big bang theory

[theonceoverthinker]

Staff of Creation Theory Thoughts and Companion Theory

So, like most people in the Fair Game community, I’ve taken notice of the Staff of Creation Theory created by @fairgame-is-canon. To be honest, it took me a while to really believe in the theory -- no offense to fairgame-is-canon, he did a wonderful job creating it, and it’s got some serious backing by all sorts of great fairy tale meta. However, given how much of a blow 7X12 was to my confidence in the writing of RWBY, the new brand of pessimism it birthed in me felt that while the theory itself was good, it was also a stretch. But with more information being DISCORD-vered (Because puns) every day in the group page, I re-evaluated my feelings and started to think what I felt like a Clover resurrection would be like if this theory were true.

And as I thought on it, I found myself differing with the consensus as to some of the circumstances of the resurrection, namely Ironwood’s motivation for using it, how he would get the staff with the new Maiden, and the sacrificed being that would allow for it to happen. Again, I say this not as a slight to fairgame-is-canon, quite the contrary -- he’s one of the leading figures in the #CloverDeservedBetter movement, and I respect the hell out of him as well as consider him a friend -- but just as a fun ‘it could also go like this’ companion theory, so to speak. This one also won’t reference a lot of the meta aspects that back up this theory since that was all done by people far more apt to take it on than myself, but it will instead be focused on the story and character directions that would ultimately inform and follow this decision, in universe.

Now, with all of that said, let’s get to it!

The biggest point of difference between my version of the theory and fairgame-is-canon’s is Ironwood’s motivation for bringing back Clover in the first place. While I think it does make a lot of sense, I personally don’t fully subscribe to the theory that James will give his life to get Clover back. And to be fair, I think his thoughts on why Ironwood would bring him back are super well thought out -- I’m just coming out of V7 with a less than optimistic viewpoint over whether Ironwood can be redeemed at this point. I’m simply not really convinced he can be.

I can guess what you’re probably thinking: If I don’t believe James can be redeemed, then how will Clover be able to come back?

Well, I have a...darker opinion about how that’s going to happen.

To understate things, James is in a BAD spot right now. He lost control over the Winter Maiden, he no longer has access to the Staff of Creation (More on that problem in a minute), he’s all alone, his resources are exhausted, Grimm are destroying Mantle, and oh yeah -- SALEM IS ON HIS DOORSTEP WITH A FREAKIN’ GRIMM WHALE OF DOOM! So now, even his plan of retreating with the staff is utterly moot since Salem is -- again -- RIGHT THERE!

James needs a little bit of help, and a WHOLE LOTTA luck.

Say, wasn’t there someone who used to provide that for him?

So James hears that Qrow and Robyn were brought in, and goes to find out where Clover is, unaware that Clover’s dead.

But Qrow is fast to let him know that.

He SCREAMS at James for Clover’s death, swearing revenge in a rage. James doesn’t even know how to take all of this. Clover’s dead...he truly is doomed.

But during Qrow’s outburst, James notices something -- Clover’s pin in Qrow’s hand.

And then he gets an idea.

James confiscates the pin, and ignoring Qrow’s loud protests and promises of revenge, takes a walk over to the hospital wing.

He walks past Clover’s bed, oddly and notably offhandedly, and instead goes a few doors down...to where Winter’s hospital bed is.

Winter is apologetic for losing control of the Winter Maiden, but James is surprisingly not furious. Instead, he simply and stoically asks who the Winter Maiden is.

And whether intentionally or not, Winter reveals the answer to him.

It’s Penny.

With that revelation, the last piece of James’ plan falls into place, and far easier than he expected it to be at its conception.

Now, Penny may be the Winter Maiden, and emotionally, she’s a real girl first, but she’s also a robot, and a robot James has assured others in the past is under his control.

What if that wasn’t just fluff, said to comfort the already apprehensive council?

And what if, just like he did team RWBYJNROQ’s scrolls, James can take control over Penny whenever he wants?

From the safety of the airship, Penny is unintentionally propelled away from her friends and through the sky back to Atlas Academy. It’s absolutely HORRIFYING to watch, and tragic as even after receiving the ultimate moment of validation that she IS a real girl, Penny is reminded that real girl or not, she’s a robot at the end of the day and just as subject to a certain level of powerlessness as ever. Ruby stretches out her arm as much as she can to try and grab her -- she might even go into Petal Burst mode...but she fails.

James forces her to open the vault, grabs the staff, sacrifices a random minion of his (Or maybe Watts, and that’s why he kept Watts alive), and brings Clover back.

And the episode ends with James holding the staff, and a blinding blue light taking over.

The next one begins at the hospital. The flatline that is next to Clover’s body slowly springs back to life.

Clover wakes up in the same hospital bed that he was in in the previous episode, gasping as he recalls the last moments of his life. Instinctively, he looks to his stomach, which is now whole once more (Pun intended), maybe with a neat blue scar to match the staff’s color.

The nurses and doctors are astounded, and so is he but before they can say anything, Clover runs out of bed.

He's alive, and he needs Qrow to know that.

He RUNS to the jail and DEMANDS to see Qrow, pushing past the guards and running directly into the line of cells.

Qrow and Robyn are sitting in a cell towards the back when suddenly, Qrow hears his name called by an impossible person.

"QROW!"

Qrow and Robyn barely have a moment to register who is calling his name before Clover shows up on the other side of the cell.

It’s all Qrow can do to not lose his balance, and Robyn (Who is also more than a bit happy herself) helps him stay on his feet as he approaches Clover. You can see in Qrow’s eyes that he’s wondering if this is a dream, or if he’s truly gone insane.

But no...something gets through to him that this is the real Clover Ebi.

Through the bars, forgetting everything and everyone else just for this moment, they hug, unashamed of everything that they mean to each other. Qrow might tear up a bit.

Clover is about to call over a guard to release them, but then remembers...Qrow was put under arrest for more than just his murder.

That’s when both of them (Plus Robyn) ask how this is even possible.

And then, James comes in.

He tells Clover that he brought him back because he is his most loyal aide, and then directs him out of the jail cell. Clover really doesn't want to leave -- not without Qrow -- but James refuses. Reluctantly, Clover complies with James’ wishes, but before that happens, once James has left the cell, he promises Qrow and Robyn he'll figure this out and convince James to free them.

Throughout the volume, Clover comes to realize how fucked up James' priorities are, but still thinks his mind can be changed. During this time, he also visits the prison once or twice to confer with Qrow and Robyn. It's during those visits that we learn just why Clover trusts James so much. My theory is that James never made Clover feel like he was just his semblance, and was useful for his skills and kind heart.

But then, he inadvertently finds out that James indeed did only revive Clover for his semblance. James is stoic once this truth comes to light, and alongside the doubts that had already been overwhelming Clover over James’ priorities, this convinces Clover to finally leave James’ company.

It's exciting, non?

AND there's more

@whipped4qrow helped me out with this one

Clover then goes to the jail to finally free Qrow and Robyn...but they aren't there (Think Zuko trying to rescue Iroh in “The Day of Black Sun” in ATLA).

That's right! The Happy Huntresses freed them!

But Clover knows where they're going, and this time, he’s staying on Qrow’s side until the bitter end.

We catch up with Qrow an episode later, and after leaving the Happy Huntresses to pursue another Grimm, Tyrian finds him, and the two are set up for another fight. 

However, Qrow's all alone, and after fighting a bunch of Grimm (Probably not even using Harbinger), Tyrian is FAR more equipped to take him on than vice versa. He has Qrow on the ropes, but suddenly, Tyrian is propelled backwards by his tail, screaming as he flies through the air.

Qrow is on the floor, and panics because snow dust covers his vision. He’s unsure of what will happen next. 

But then, he sees a hand through the dust, and takes it.

And as the dust clears, he sees Clover standing there, holding his hand, and smiling.

“Need some help?”

Qrow smiles back. 

“You bet I do.”

And together, they beat the SHIT outta Tyrian!

I don’t have any real predictions beyond that, but I think this companion theory gives way to complete Clover, James, Tyrian, and Qrow’s character arcs.

...That’s all, folks.

#fair game #clover ebi #qrow branwen #anti ironwood #staff of creation theory #robyn hill #rwby