#just a favor

[dawneternal]

Just a Favor | pt 3 | Gwynriel

✦ Sorry this one isn't as polished as the others 💛

✦ Warnings: Nesta says bad words lol

✦ Word Count: 1.1k

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Azriel slept far better than he would have predicted. But he woke early, just as the first hints of pink washed through the sky. And his stomach churned, fingers cold with nervousness.

He had left her there.

Somehow, in all of the whirling thoughts and emotions of last night, he had not considered how she must have felt about being left there. Now, it was all he could think about.

He found himself padding to Cassian and Nesta's room. He knew they'd likely be pissed but he couldn't stop himself. He opened the door silently, as was his habit, and stood still beside the bed, too panicked to feel any shame over his half-clothed friends.

"I left her there," He said into the silent room. Nesta's eyes opened and she flew into a sitting position with a fierce scowl. She clutched the blanket around herself. Cassian did not move but he growled loudly.

"What the fuck?" Nesta croaked.

"I kissed her and then I left and I didn't say anything," Azriel continued.

"Yes, I know," Nesta grumbled.

"So she probably hates me," Azriel buried his face in his hands.

"She doesn't hate you," Cassian mumbled against his pillow.

"But I-"

"Azriel," Nesta said, firm, "She doesn't hate you. I talked to her after you left. She's just confused. Just send her a note, okay?"

Her voice softened by the last words. Then she smiled and bit back a laugh.

"I'll be happy to talk to you when the sun is up and I'm not naked," She said.

"You're naked?" Cassian sat up, took one look at Nesta, then threw a spare pillow at Azriel. "Get out, Az!"

"Alright, alright," Azriel grumbled and dodged the pillow.

"Next time talk to Rhys," Cassian called as his brother left the room, "He has a toddler, he's always up this early."

Azriel penned a quick note and had his shadows carry it to Gwyn's nightstand.

I'm sorry I left. I hope you enjoyed your first kiss despite my strange behavior. I'll explain when I can.

What the shadows did not report was that Gwyn was already awake, writing in her journal by fae-light. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the shadows twirling around each other, carrying a little paper between them. They hovered near her, waiting for her to take it.

"Thank you," She whispered, plucking the note from their hold. They disappeared into nothing, and Gwyn wondered if they had gone back to the shadowsinger or if they had stayed to watch her and report back to him.

Either way, she opened the note, reading the careful handwriting several times. A smile bloomed on her face, accompanied by a soft blush. She could not help the leap of her heart, the wild hope that started to grow there.

So he did have something to tell her.

"You're probably wondering what this is about," Azriel said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

The three sisters exchanged looks between them before turning toward the solemn shadowsinger. Each bit back a smile.

"Go on, Az," Feyre said softly. Azriel took a deep breath before speaking again.

"I have a mate," He announced, shrinking into his shoulders as he said it.

Nesta smiled, a genuine grin that revealed her dimples and bubbled over with joy. Feyre squealed and clasped her hands together. Elain smiled, tilting her head to the side and crying out, "Oh, Az!"

Azriel grinned at the floor, blush creeping over his cheeks. The same blush that insisted on returning every few minutes for the last 24 hours.

"Who is it?" Feyre whispered, as if the culprit could be listening. Nesta and Elain leaned in, eyes gleaming.

"Gwyneth," He said savoring the name on his tongue.

"Oh thank Gods," Nesta put a hand on her chest, "If you had said another name I don't know what I would have done."

"What?" Azriel furrowed his brows. He noted that none of them looked very surprised.

"Nothing," Nesta waved him away, "Keep going. What do you need us for?"

Feyre and Elain hummed in agreement.

"Well, since you're all mated, I thought I would ask for advice. About how to tell her," He said, wringing his hands, "I guess I have the upper hand in that way. Rhysand was all on his own."

Feyre smiled, blushing at the memory of her temper and poor Rhysand trying to win back her favor.

"It may not have been ideal," She laughed, "But it's a memory we laugh at, now. I don't really think you can mess this up, Azriel."

"That's what I'd thought about Rhysand," Az chuckled.

"What about Lucien, Elain? How did he do?" Feyre asked.

From the way Elain's face turned deep red and she began to stutter, it was clear that Lucien must have done alright. At one point, that may have made Azriel jealous. But right now, he just wanted to know how Lucien had done it.

"I think she'll just be happy to know," Nesta said softly, thinking of the hope in Gwyn's eyes the night before.

"What if...." Azriel trailed off, too shy to name any of the worries cycling through his head. This whole thing had driven him to be more expressive than usual but it was still a struggle.

"You've been good friends for a long time, now," Elain pointed out, "I don't know her like Nesta and Feyre, but I still think there's a very good chance she'll return your feelings."

Azriel gazed up at her. The longing in his eyes was painful to look at.

"Listen," Feyre said, reaching out to take hold of his hand, "Just take her somewhere pretty and tell her the truth. Nothing fancy, nothing wild, just you and her and the truth."

Azriel repeated the words as a whisper, mind whirling with ideas.

The ladies stayed a while longer, helping him brainstorm and congratulating him a few more times. And offering some advice about what he should wear.

When their meeting was over, he found himself reaching the front gate at the same time as Elain. She paused and looked up at him, her eyes alight. She looked lovely, hair loose and little flower earrings dangling from her ears. Azriel thought of the time so long ago when they had been in a similar position. Then, she had been a rosebud. Something closed off. Now she was a blooming rose, thriving and overflowing with beauty and contentment.

"I'm happy for you," She said, smiling up at him.

"I'm happy for you, too," Azriel said sincerely, "You glow, now."

"I found my sunshine," Elain's eyes glittered, "And I think you did, too."

#acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction #gwyn acotar #gwyn fic #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #gwynriel #gwynriel fic #gwynriel fanfiction #gwynriel fanfic #azriel #azriel fic #azriel spymaster #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #just a favor

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[sergle]

when ppl’s “body positive/plus size” art just starts and ends with a big ass

#nothing else? nothing else at all #no other characteristics? hokay #girl that's not a plus sized person that's kim kardashian. i'll fucking KILL you #sergle.txt #like this is positive for no body. this is just regular horny. don't try and tell me this is body posi #like that's fine if you just wanna be horny. call it what it is and stop pretending like you're doing me a favor #draw a stomach for christ's sake

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

It's good and cool to give your characters a single simple, straightforward, non-urgent, super-achievable goal that shouldn't really cost anything or hurt anyone, make that the driving factor for most of their decisions, and then have the Plot do everything in its power to stop them.

#writing #the two variations are: #character wants to do the thing but to do that they need this guys approval so they have to do him a favor and for the favor they have to g #(cue chain of deals) #(by the end of it youre overthrowing governments and inheriting wizard magic and marrying dragons or whatever) #(you just wanted to fix your niece's teddy bear) #and #youre trying to do this thing but on the way you ran into a person who needs help and it wont take that long #its not like your thing is urgent youll just do this one thing and move on #(this happens 87 more times) #(you also end up overthrowing the government and becoming a wizard)

[yourangle-yuordevil]

He was just drinking his two totally normal glasses of regular wine 🍷

#good omens comic #if the wine gives bad vibes it's just A COINCIDENCE ok???? #alternative places where Crowley has slithered super fast when the angels arrived in the library: #inside Aziraphale's shirt sleeve #behind some books in a lower shelf #under a rug #he also faked being a coat stand and Aziraphale quickly throwed his jacked over him #good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #snek crowley #archangel gabriel #Pennetta grafica per favore BASTA ESPLODERE non ne posso più FAMMI DISEGNARE PLZ

[puppyeared]

me when the laikas comet. is this anything

@laikascomet

#tumblr wont let me upload the audio file >:( do me a favor and put caramelldansen on in another tab #with any luck itll eventually sync to the music #i originally wanted to do this with Yue but his ears and coat are hard to animate so i decided to go with mars lol #maybe next time ill do laika leek spin...... Ievan Polka was one of my favorites as a kid #i just realized procreate dreams is already out but i dont have money so i just made this in regular ass procreate lol #i like how this turned out ^_^ #my art #myart #fanart #laika's comet #laikas comet #mars #fur #furry art #gif #caramelldansen #edit: sped it up a little #flashing #flashing images

[ghostbsuter]

"Constantine, if you leave now, you bet I'm going to hire the best hunters in Royal name to hunt your goddamn ass down."

Seeing the man freeze, he continues, eyes hardened with determination and shoulders tense.

"You leave now, and your life is over. The observers demand your head, Connie. I could barely talk them into bringing this to court. Believe it or not, you grew on me, stupid man."

His escorts, Nightwing and Kidflash, were tense next to him. Wary of him now that he stated his intentions.

Wonder woman had her sword drawn, brows furrowed at looking between the man and the teen.

—

Or Constantine majorly fucked up that the only reason he is alive right now is because the King of the Infinity Realms (who is a child) likes watching him.

Jesus Christ.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #fic prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #danny is DONE #he had to call in so MANY favors just so no one fuking hunts his fav fuck up of a human #Constantine is 89% confused and the other percentage just so done and reayd to die #DANNY AINT LETTING HIM

[lilith-91]

The first thing Zuko did when he found out Ozai is not his father (read the comic to understand lol) was to find Aang and tell him

This relationship is one of the most important relationships in the series and i will never stop talking about them

#avatar #avatar the last airbender #aang #zuko #atla #they are too much ignored in favor of fanon ships #just to clarify ozai is Zuko's father lol

[araneapeixes]

sketching something....maybe.....

#bg3 #shadowheart #lae'zel #shadowzel #no i did not reference at all sowwy. im just winging it #but the perspective doesnt look too bad considering #that poll i posted is overwhelmingly coming out in favor of shadowzel sooo. dont say im not a giver

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #53

Danny was too tired for this nonsense. He didn't understand why Clockwork couldn't do this. But, Clockwork stated that he was too busy for it. Didn't have time. As if he didn't have endless time at his fingertips. Whatever.

Sighing, Danny sits backwards in a chair with a confused Flash in front of him. With a click of a button, the presentation turns on behind him.

"So," Danny starts, gesturing tiredly at the screen, "today we're gonna go over the reasons why reversing time to fix the timeline only fucks it up even more."

#finemeal prompt #dp x dc #danny fenton #the flash #barry allen #clockwork #danny is clockwork's apprentice #or errand boy #or danny just owes clockwork a favor #idk #but either way #danny's gotta explain to the fastest man alive why he gotta stop fucking with time #did he learn nothing from flashpoint? #anyway

[ruporas]

asking and receiving (bonus below readmore)

[ID: A black and white, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood. In the first panel is a close up of Wolfwood's mouth as he says, "Vash". Accompanying it is a close up shot of Vash's eye, widen and cheeks flushed. Wolfwood presses a knee against the open space between Vash's legs and says, "Tell me everything you want from me." Wolfwood's face is equally as flushed. He continues to say, "I'll give it to you. Everything." As he talks, a wide shot shows the both of them in white space. Vash is sitting, leaning a little back with both hands pressed against the surface he's sitting on. Wolfwood is in his white dress shirt, stripped of the blazer. He's still leaning in with one knee in between Vash's spread legs, his right hand touching Vash's lips and his left hand behind his back.

The shot closes in on Vash's mouth and Wolfwood's hand against it, pressing down on the lower lip as he says, "You have to ask though. Go on." His hand moves down to Vash's chin, gently holding it. With a shy and uncertain expression, Vash hesitantly asks, "Um... K... Kiss... Please?" Wolfwood, without wasting a second, leans in and kisses him and indulges by pressing deeper, eliciting a small noise of surprise from Vash.

Wolfwood moves away from Vash first and with a smile, asks, "What else?" Vash tugs on Wolfwood's left sleeve, wordlessly budging Wolfwood to give him his hand that was still behind his back. In the next panel, Vash utters, "Hold me..?" He's holding Wolfwood's left hand with his own while his right hand is reaching for his waist. Wolfwood complies, moving his left hand to Vash's shoulder and his right hand continues to touch Vash's cheek. Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

More comfortable now, Vash leans in to kiss Wolfwood. Wolfwood catches him immediately, pressing his thumb against Vash's lips to stop him before demanding, "Hey. Ask." Vash looks back in surprise and Wolfwood meets his eye with a quiet, insistent look. They're quiet for a moment before Vash leans in again and curtly requests, "Kiss. Me." Wolfwood says "Good", smiling as he lifts his hand away, and meets Vash's lips. In the next shot, Wolfwood had adjusted his position, sitting on Vash's thigh. The hand that was once on Vash's cheek has moved its way to Vash's nape, pushing away the collar of his jacket with his pinky. His other hand continues to grip on Vash's shoulder. Still kissing, Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

In the next shot, Vash is starting to turn, moving Wolfwood with him. Vash asks, "Let me on top of you?" Wolfwood says, "Mhm" before asking again, "What else?" The next panel shows a close look of Vash's face. He's looking down, flushed and shy just as he had been at the beginning, but now, more decisive. Vash asks, "Wolfwood... Let me have you..?" A panel of Wolfwood taking Vash's hand into his, pulling it towards his chest. The next panel shows Wolfwood lying down where Vash had laid him. Vash's hand is on Wolfwood's chest, covering the cross of his rosary while Wolfwood's hand lingers against his, loosely pressing Vash's hand in place. He looks up at Vash with a shy smile of his own, flushed cheeks. He says, "All yours."

A panel shows a close up of Vash's tender gaze before he leans down to be closer to Wolfwood. The final shot is a front view of their positions, Vash's face turned away from the viewer; Vash is leaning over Wolfwood who's lying down with his right leg draped over Vash's legs. Wolfwood's left hand holds onto Vash's left arm. With finality, Vash says, "...Mine." End ID]

[ID: A follow up bonus comic in a looser, sketchier style. They're laying comfortably in bed when Vash asks, "What was that earlier?" referecing to the start of the previous comic. Wolfwood glances away and says, "To get you used to it. Asking. And getting what you ask for. Since you're alwasy hesitant about it." Vash's eyes widen, tight lipped. Wolfwood continues, "Knowing you, it'll be a tough habit to break..." When he says this, Vash can't help but laugh, unable to deny it. Wolfwood slowly brings a hand to Vash's cheek and continues to say, "So I'll keep trying -- whatever ways I can... to get it through your thick skull." Vash takes Wolfwood's hand with his, kissing the the palm gently. Wolfwood's eyes soften and holding onto Vash's cheek, he leans in to try for a kiss. Vash says, "Hey..." before stopping Wolfwood's lips with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face, "Ask." Wolfwood's embarrassed and with little irritation, asks, "Really?" Vash smiles, saying, "You're in need of practice too." They pause for a moment, Wolfwood looking contemplatively, before he's leaning in again, asking, "May I please kiss you?" Vash looks him in the eyes and says, "Yes." The comic ends with a "chu", indicating an off-panel kiss. End ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #it took me so long to post this even after getting clarification about the maturity warning and stuff #bc i am so shy about it. SDGMKDSGMKSD I LIKE THIS COMIC BUT IM ALSO SO LIKE... AUGHHHH.... #when i posted this on twitter though it was like... a few days after ep 11? ive always had the thought circling about vash deserving of #asking for things... and getting what he wants bc he never gets both. doesn't get the opportunity to ask and hardly does he get what he want #maybe the results can go in his favor but at some point along the way he'll still lose something bc nothing can ever go perfectly for him... #and he's usually the one begging and pleading with people to not. do something. it's not even asking at that point it's just straight up #please believe me. please trust me. please don't shoot that person. please don't kill anyone. please don't do it. #and wolfwood.... it was not always this lovey dovey ok. he wouldv noticed this habit miles away and they got into a fight about it the first #time they talked about it bc wolfwood is being hypocritical too. as he always is!!!! but i think as they get more intimate #wolfwood finds ways to make vash understand. smth smth insatiable want and love and desire for wolfwood that makes it much easier to ask. #wolfwood can also just be so compliant. sometimes. which is also an issue in of itself that id love to explore at some point #but he also just enjoys giving into vash fully and completely. #bc he loves him a lot. but anyway #i hope the id is comprehendible.... please lmk if there's something wrong with how im doing it asfdgkdsmgs #ruporas art

[analog-television]

since this was originally posted by a TERF i figured i would just repost it myself.

#objectum #vox isnt even 1% as attractive as a REAL crt tv. sorry! #i know he's not a crt but that just makes him less appealing imo #i have more to say in favor of crts but i am mildly shy so ill leave it at that

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

My proposed flavors for Charles’ new ice cream shop 😌✨

I did take some creative liberties on the presentation obviously but I think the inspirations are all pretty clear

#i would totally order inchident and go #just an inchident pls 😏 #guess however you wish what each flavour tastes like #im totally in favor of this super random sidequest charles is on #am i procrastinating? maybe #but it’s like this 😌 #charles leclerc #f1 #formula 1 #cl16 #lestappen #ferrari

[all-this-panic-still-no-disco]

FUCK THE SUPREME COURT

#it’s just… ahhh #like if the public voted on this shit i bet none of these would be in favor #scotus #supreme court

[viviennevermillion]

Seeing people only use "but some asexuals have sex!!!" and "some aromantics are in romantic relationships!!!" so they can sexualize & ship the little representation we get makes me hope someone explicitly establishes a popular character as sex-repulsed so we can see the shippers get cooked online for it

#i'm not even complaining if someone specifically writes an asexual character as a sex-favorable ace #or puts the aros in qprs or writes a romantic relationship exploring how a character who doesn't experience romantic attraction navigates i #but if all you do is discard their asexuality & use the existence of sex-favorable and romance-favorable aces as a gotcha #to hide the fact that you're just portraying this character as allo anyway #we all know what you're doing #asexual #asexuality #aromantic #aro #ace #aroace #sex repulsed

[slavonicrhapsody]

Ranni has every reason to hate Marika. She is the figurehead of an order that has caused her and her family so much misery… and yet, in the Age of the Stars ending cutscene, Ranni holds Marika’s head with such gentleness. It feels less like Ranni is putting down a tyrant, and more like she’s laying her to rest, after many long years of torment. 

Ranni could have been Marika’s successor, but she rejected the guidance of the Two Fingers, slaying her own flesh in order to be rid of their influence: 

“But I would not acquiesce to the Two Fingers. I stole the Rune of Death, slew mine own Empyrean flesh, casting it away. I would not be controlled by that thing.”

Ranni goes to such drastic lengths because the most intolerable thing possible to her is to be a pawn; her will not being her own, but being at the mercy of a higher power. Ranni’s quest is above all about free will – it culminates with Ranni using the Fingerslayer Blade to tear her Two Fingers into bloody ribbons, at long last giving her full control over her own destiny.

Marika in the present day is a prisoner held in perpetual torment. According to Enia and the Two Fingers,

"Queen Marika is the vessel of the Elden Ring, carrier of its vision. A god, in truth. But after the Elden Ring's shattering, she was imprisoned in the Erdtree. A grim punishment for shattering the Order, despite her godhood. The Fingers speak... "Marika's trespass demanded a heavy sentence. But even in shackles, she remains a god, and the vision's vessel.”

Marika shattered the Order, going against the will of the Two Fingers, and was punished for it gravely. In many ways, Marika’s fate is Ranni’s absolute worst nightmare. This is exactly the fate she took such drastic lengths to escape… serving a higher power with her entire being, her will not her own, but the will of the Fingers, with any attempt at change met with violent suppression, her body essentially being used as a puppet to defend the last vestiges of the Order.

“I would not be controlled by that thing.”

I think that Ranni, seeing Marika’s broken body at the end of it all, felt nothing but pity for her in that moment, despite everything she’d done. To me, the act of Ranni holding Marika’s head in her hands feels like she’s saying, “you were my enemy. But there is no worse fate in this world than what you suffered. Now, you can be truly free."

#elden ring #marika #ranni #ranni the witch #queen marika the eternal #thee mother-daughter relationship that wasn't!!! #also the parallel that the fingers will us to become marika’s consort as elden lord #whereas we choose to become ranni’s consort though she tries to warn people away with her message on the ring #also also ranni being fated to become marika’s successor but she instead follows in the footsteps of rennala #rejecting her godly mother’s destiny in favor of the traditions of her ‘chosen’ mother #there's just so muchhhh #ranni's pause while she's cradling marika's head towards her chest makes me feel something