#sorry eira

[orderbourne]

@dcviated asked: "Was he supposed to kick the ball like that? Seems a curious decision..." Eira hums, then shrugs with a none too small amount of smugness. "It seemed to give the other team the chance they needed."

"Oh, you have to be kidding me. What the hell was that..?" The man grumbles, seeing the absolutely embarrassing play on the field. Honestly, it felt as though the English team wasn't even trying. Jin could feel his blood starting to boil, not at all helped by his companion's smug attitude. Did Eira have to rub it in every time something didn't go his way? That certainly felt like the case...Ridiculous...

"I'm getting some water!" He snaps, getting up from his seat and storming off to the concession stand. Maybe he just needed a moment to cool off. Or, at the very least, a moment away from the game...

#sorry eira #he's just moody because his team is losing #dcviated #dunno if this is main verse or not haha #jin is a petty little shit i'm sorry

[gomzdrawfr]

so my good friends asked:

"What if Price and Raven swap outfits?"

and i answer it with this

bonus:

funky lookin Price screenie from mw2 LMAO I needed references-

#i have NOT draw full body in a very long time and I hate it #recycled Raven's pose from her reference sheet LMAO #I decided to do Amsterdam look for Price and Raven's casual non-uniform look #which is bland af #my girl is boring sorry #HAHAH #peep the pins tho :] #i eat and am eaten #there's a hidden meaning behind the color of Raven's name #Eira means snow so hence white #Liu has a hint of red and also the knife blue print is close to it(right corner) #because Liu means knife/axe/to kill :3 #gummmyart #doodle #my oc #my oc art #cod oc #cod oc art #[oc]Raven #Raven[oc] #PriceRaven #captain john price x oc #captain price x oc #john price x oc #captain john price

[notquitedeadpod]

ep 31 will have you yelling i am like 80% sure

#sorry and/or you're welcome #i'm a menace to society #not quite dead #eira speaks

[libelelle]

my oc drawings from last night. i heart high contrast

#tw blood #tw eye trauma #eyestrain #if you need me to tag this any other way just lmk #ocs #eira #sonic artventure #YAHOOOOO last art of the year. sorry that it Looks Like That i am trying something new with my ocs

[fairytaletold]

@miidnighters // continued.

The duck of her head is decidedly performative, but it also hides how she rolls her eyes. Gods, she hates the magistrate. What a pompous, overstuffed little man -- though he does, admittedly, have rather good taste in jewelry. Isaac's hand is ridiculously secure against the delicate slope of her shoulder; if she manages to escape out from underneath it at all, he's likely to simply lift her up by the scruff of the shirt like a wayward cat.

( How does she know, you ask? Because he's already done it before. )

She's trapped. It's a miserable feeling, truly, and though she's forced to sit in his presence, it doesn't mean Eira is listening. She's chosen a new pastime instead: rolling a garnet studded golden ring dexterously over her knuckles, back and forth, hiding the slow unfurl of a smile. Which of them was likely to notice first? Isaac, towering above her, or the magistrate, once he notices his ring missing?

#SORRY ISAAC :) #miidnighters #miidnighters // isaac #thread: eira

[fadedsweater]

Hello! For no particular reason whatsoever (jk this is for the Arlathan Exchange), what is Eira Lavellan's canon timeline of events in DAI? How does her relationship with Solas evolve?

Oh hello anon, and thank you for the ask! 👀

Great question! Definitely not helped by the fact that most of my published fics are post-trespasser stuff and aus and smut 😂

This is gonna be a LONG one. So I'm putting it under a cut and tagging it with "OC lore" to make it easy to find. Feel free to skim as needed! Some of this may be a bit repetitive from my exchange letter.

Before I start though, I just want to make it super clear that you absolutely don't have to use my OC, and I will love whatever you make whether it's an OC or a generic Lavellan. 💛

Eira's timeline follows the in-game canon pretty closely, except I usually lengthen the amount of time the events of Inquisition take (because a single year feels very unbelievable to me.)

Before the events of the game start, she's in her mid-thirties, has been the First of her clan for many years, and is probably expecting to become the clan's Keeper in the next few years or so. Her father is a halla keeper and her mother works with textiles. Her name is Eira (loosely translated as "snow" in Elvhen) because she was born during a rare cold snap, during which the snow stuck around for longer than usual.

When she was a child, she thought she'd become a halla keeper like her dad, but then her magic revealed itself and she became the clan's First instead. Her clan travels around the Amaranthine Ocean's coast outside of Wycome, sticking to forests when they aren't trading with humans. They take their halla up into the mountains in the spring to graze and harvest their wool. (I like to imagine halla are similar to different breeds of cashmere goats!)

As the Herald, Eira sides with the mages. She doesn't love being the so-called "Herald of Andraste," but is shrewd about her position -- she has the Anchor, there's a hole in the sky, someone has to deal with (and if she can leverage that position to help her people, she will). She's patient (if at times a bit cold) with her advisors and new companions. She warms up to most everyone eventually (particularly becoming friends with Dorian, Bull, Cole, and Cassandra) but is keenly aware of her position and the weight and baggage that the title of Herald and later Inquisitor hold. I haven't actually decided how she deals with the Winter Palace yet. My gut says she probably finds a way to ally with Briala. Later on she also allies with the wardens, much to Solas’s chagrin.

Other decisions: she becomes a knight enchanter, she saves the Chargers, she (gently) convinces Solas to spare the mages who accidentally kill Wisdom, she keeps Cole as a spirit, she helps Vivienne with the wyvern heart, she helps Cullen stop lyrium, and she forgives Blackwall. She does not drink from the Well (which she later feels regret and grief about). She keeps her vallaslin. Her clan survives the events of Inquisition, and she maintains a good relationship with them.

Her "sit in judgement" decisions rely on empathy and the desire to see people become better. She isn't cruel and doesn't enjoy suffering, and doesn't make decisions out of revenge. She's diplomatic where she can be, and values harm reduction. If someone can be better, and be useful or helpful (like in the case of sparing Alexius and having him study under the Inquisition's watch), she'll pursue that. This of course informs her desire to save Solas at the end of trespasser. She not only sees him as worth saving but as capable of being saved.

I'd say her relationship with Solas also develops pretty closely to what we see in canon. They start as kind of hesitant allies, then become friends, and then realize they have feelings for each other, have the Fade kiss, etc. In the very beginning, they're kind of wary of each other, but Eira soon comes to enjoy talking with Solas. While she does disagree with him on several subjects (like the Dalish), she finds that he's usually open to hearing her out and admitting when he's wrong, which she respects. She almost sees him as an odd sort of puzzle, and is kind of compelled by him, and starts to enjoy their discussions and their arguments. Having spent much of her life aware and embedded in Dalish politics, she's used to dealing with difficult people, so I don't think she's too put off by Solas’s more difficult nature. It helps that he does seem to genuinely care about helping people -- that means a lot to her. Here's a summary (from a wip of course 😂) of that relationship stage from Solas’s POV:

Still they argue often. He challenges her Dalish beliefs about spirits and the Fade, about their gods and their stories, and she challenges his own assumptions in turn. He finds she is not as ignorant as he once feared. He finds instead that her beliefs are nuanced, her opinions carefully crafted and born from research, from a life spent in the scholarly pursuits of magic and history. He begins to enjoy their arguments, their rhetorical sparring and endless discussions. He begins, despite himself, to look forward to them. 

She surprises and confounds him at every junction. He fears, even, that she has become a friend. 

They don't develop a Proper Relationship until after Solas's balcony confession scene, and probably have their first time sometime shortly after that. And while Solas is quick to say "I love you," she's a lot more hesitant. That level of emotional intimacy is a bit difficult for her.

Because of who they both are as people, they're a little cautious and awkward around each other at first. Eira's worst fears revolve around losing control, and so emotional vulnerability can be difficult for her. She's always wary of pushing Solas’s boundaries and is very gentle and careful with him. She probably realizes she loves him sometime mid-game, and probably at a really innocuous moment when they're traveling or something. By the time the Winter Palace happens, I'd say they're very comfortable with each other and at like, the peak point of their relationship in terms of comfort, vulnerability, and trust (it's a smut fic, but this is a pretty good summary of their dynamic at that point.)

To me her relationship with Solas is all about like...two very guarded people who haven't had a relationship in a long time learning to be *people* with each other. With Solas she doesn't have to be the "Inquisitor" (him calling her this post-breakup hurts even more for this reason), and can just be her nerdy awkward self around him. Similarly, Solas can mostly forget his own position while he's with her. They still enjoy the occasional verbal sparring match and banter, but there's an undercurrent of love and trust.

Eira knows throughout most of the relationship that Solas has secrets and a past he won't share. She's patient with him about it, and never pushes him. When he breaks up with her, she assumes it's likely related to that. She's angry and bitter, but she doesn't hate him.

After he leaves, though, she's pretty wrecked and heartbroken. It takes a lot for her to open up and trust someone, so to have him leave (without even saying goodbye!) feels like a stark betrayal. She can't stand the way her friends seem to pity her and feel bad for her, either. Leading up to Trespasser, she sort of just squares that part of herself away and focuses on the Inquisition.

During Trespasser, she learns that Solas is Fen’Harel before he can reveal it to her himself. Her reaction is less shock and horror and more a grim "this makes sense." She's mostly upset that he never trusted her enough to tell her.

Post-Trespasser, she's determined to save both Solas AND the world, in part because it's what she *wants* and in part because she's convinced that its the only way forward. She has a theory that the Veil is already failing, and that if Solas dies bringing it down -- that's just one less powerful ally the world has against the Evanuris and all the other horrors to come.

Post-Tespasser Eira is reclusive, secretive, and kind of a hot mess. She's that meme of the big conspiracy theory board with all the red lines connecting everything.

She disbands the Inquisition, convinced that it only presents Solas more opportunities to spy. She takes heart in Leliana's assurances that they have their own network of contacts and spies, and also in the fact that Cassandra as the Divine is a powerful ally. She spends her time traveling and learning everything she can about the Veil and Solas’s plans, making time for her clan and her friends where she can.

In my happy ending au, I basically skip over how this would all actually resolve because I simply don't have enough information. The basics: she and Solas are together, and the Veil is peacefully coming down, though there may be issues to deal with once that happens. It takes awhile for her to trust him again, and to work through all of her complicated feelings. Their relationship is pretty delicate for awhile, but eventually becomes fairly healthy and loving.

Okay 😂 that was a lot! I hope that answers your questions, and if not feel free to send another ask if you need to! And again, feel free to use your own OC or a generic one! I promise I will love whatever you create 💛💛💛

#long post #sorry for the essay anon 😂 #i realized i dont often post OC lore like at all?? so here's the dump lol #OC lore #Eira Lavellan #asks

[forgotten-from-the-realm]

Starter for @fairytaletold (Eira)

The streets of Amn were quite a spectacle for all sorts of people. In the Merchant's Domain, paupers and patriars alike could be found in the streets dealing, stealing, and more. Which only made it more annoying when Kieran found themself cornered with half a loaf of bread in one hand and the other reaching for his dagger.

"I-I didn't take anything... I swear. I gave over what I was told to."

Unfortunately for the cleric, charm wasn't exactly their strong suit, and it only made his soon to be assailants even more suspicious of them.

#ch: kieran mors #int: fairytaletold | eira #//sorry if this is no good #//best i could come up with

[pandapupremade]

New Years Fireworks

SHIP: Baptiste / Eira (self insert) (xe/xem/xyr pronouns)

WORDS: 2,406

WARNINGS: mention of alcohol, smoking, and sloppy writing because I rushed this so much to get it done by tonight

AUTHOR NOTE: i got it done with like 10 mins to go baeby <3

Reblogs okay and appreciated, but not at all required! Happy New Years 2023!!!!

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It hadn't been a full year since Eira arrived in Rafta, but it actually felt a bit longer. Xe had shown up months and months before, not aware of how xyr life would end up. Xe had nothing. Xe had no connections, no family or friends or money...

...But now before xem was the Heroes' Guild hall, a place xe viewed as not only their place of employment, but xyr home. And what a busy home it was! People were bustling even more than usual around Rafta, though, thanks to New Years Eve being upon them all. Eira was having a hard time keeping up!

Everyone was helping out. For instance, Muktuk and Saffron had joined forces to create a giant ice sculpture of a slime, with Muktuk's artistic expertise and Saffron's way with ladders and supports while he worked. Another example was Roxanne helping decorate with Quinn - it seemed they were at a bit of odds, though, with what was actually a decoration and what was just disgusting shock humor.

That said, not everyone was busy out in the hall. Someone like Corsac was staying behind the scenes, teaching Mint further survival first aid in case the heroes got too rowdy that evening. Mint was all about first aid, but perhaps even she questioned using seaweed to tend to a wound...

Other notable supporters of the celebration included Luna (who promoted the event), Salt and Pepper (who brought in extra funds for the event, although they didn't exactly specify where those funds came from), and Xid (who was setting up her guitar for some BGM for the event).

Everyone was busy, either way - except for Eira. Xe didn't know where to start helping. Xe didn't know crafts and sculping, décor and first aid weren't xyr calling, and all those other things weren't much use to xem either. Still, xe chose to check in on everyone.

"Um...How's it going, Saffron?" Xe attempted, approaching her where she stood in front of the ice sculpture. It towered over, but was notably intimidating up close.

Saffron's goatish ear twitched, and she turned to Eira with a smile. "Hello Eira. It's great work, isn't it? I didn't think we had so much access to ice here in Rafta...I suppose I'm just used to the forest. Who knew there was an whole arctic region as well?"

Eira gave a small smile. "It really came out so nice."

"That it did." She hummed, then took a whiff of her pipe. "That said, Muktuk is insistent it can be improved more." She hummed. "I can't fault him without sounding a little hypocritical though, can I?"

"You do like to fix things..."

Saffron chuckled now. "I do. I won't deny that. Oh, but..." She glanced around a bit. "Have you seen Baptiste?"

It was natural Baptiste, as the spokesperson administrator type related to the guild's affairs, was also involved. But Eira couldn't tell you - or Saffron - where he was or what he was doing right now. Xe shook xyr head, and Saffron got the message. She sighed, and took another breath of her pipe.

"I see...Well, I'm sure he'll turn up. In the meantime, I've got to get to replacing some of the tables around this place..." She frowned. "Between Mint grinding down the edges for safety and Baptiste constantly cleaning the surfaces, the wood's been worn down."

"I'll leave you to that," Eira tilted xyr head. "I would offer my help, but..."

"But...?"

"I've got a bit of a record of being ...clumsy." Eira's tail curled around xem a bit, tapping xyr fingers together.

"Got two left paws?" Saffron gave another soft laugh. "I don't think that's so bad. But..." She smiled. "You might want to find Baptiste for us. He's got to be around here somewhere."

"Right, right. I'll do that then!" Eira's tail unwrapped, xyr ears perking up with determination. "Thank you, Saffron!"

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For giving me something to do!"

With that, Eira left an amused Saffron to her work, and xe worked on finding the guildmaster...Who doubled as xyr boyfriend.

It wasn't too worrying a concept to have to search for Baptiste, it must be said. As the barkeep was a big part of the Heroes' Guild, Eira  knew he was just busy with all the preparations, and that he likely was planning something big and got distracted by whatever it was. Maybe it was fireworks...Eira's ears lowered a bit nervously at that thought, but then returned to their normal position. No matter what he was doing, xe was given a task. And xe would perform it well!

...As soon as xe found a lead to his whereabouts. For that, there was nothing to do but ask the other vendors and volunteers.

......

"Baptiste?" Xid looked up, the fingers of one hand strumming a few acoustic chords, the fingers on her other hand tuning the head of the guitar to perfect the melody. "No, sorry. Can't say I've seen him. Maybe he's practicing his poor ventriloquism act."

"You think?" Eira blinked. "At a time like this?" Xe didn't deny the act's quality, also.

"No, not really." Xid laughed, "I'm just joking. I don't know where he is. But good luck finding him, yeah? I think he ought to be on a leash sometimes, if I'm gonna be brutally honest..."

"A leash wouldn't do us any good," said the voice of Quinn, who was hunched over their clairvoyance orb as usual as they slowly approached. "Well, not unless it's one of those child ones."

"A child leash for Baptiste?" Eira giggled, but then paused. Xe paused a little longer. "...Actually, it...might not be such a bad idea. Oh, but - if you two haven't seen him -"

"He's out with Sylvia, I think." Quinn revealed, leaning on their floating orb.

"Yeah, come to think of it, I hadn't seen Sylvia here either." Xid glanced at Quinn. "...Wait, wait, can I borrow that sphere thing you have?"

"...What?" Quinn held it a bit protectively, pulling back. "What would you need it for? Don't get too close, you'll get glitter on it..."

"I don't use glitter in my stage productions!" Xid shook her head, "Anyway, I thought it might make a good disco ball."

"No way." Quinn scoffed, "That's as bad as the wardrobe demon suggesting we cut it into earrings."

Eira cleared xyr throat. "Um...I think you should both go back to your jobs." Xe was hoping to avoid altercation here. It did seem to settle them both down pretty easily.

Xid bit her pierced lip. "True that. I've only got a short time to write a song for this gig."

"Meh, I'm taking a break. Roxanne is fun, but she's so freakin' picky..." Quinn shrugged. "I don't see why we can't just throw some squid vine around and see how it plays out."

"Tentacles are a bit....much, Quinn." Eira shivered at the thought.

"It's vine, not tentacle."

"Even so...Uh. You said Baptiste was with Sylvia?"

"Last I saw, yeah. He told me not to tell anyone, though...Bragging about the end result being a surprise."

"He asked you to keep it a secret?" Xid raised an eyebrow. "Sounds kinda weird."

"Yeah. He's a weird guy. Still not sure what you see in him, Eira." Quinn grinned in a relaxed, knowing and smug way.

"But he asked you to keep it a secret, Quinn." Eira's tail puffed a little, as xe became a little offended. "You betrayed his trust!"

"Weren't you the one looking for him? I'd feel bad lying to you Eira, cause I don't dislike you. I can't care if Baptiste refuses to sell me his slime earnings...I know he'll come crawling back anyway." Quinn didn't seem malicious about this, but they did seem to have quite the racket going here. They waved their hand though. "Anyway, I never told you what exactly he was doing. Just that it's gonna be a surprise."

"Mh, well...Don't tell me anything else, okay?"

"I won't tell you...Not for free, anyway."

Eira calmed at that, giving an exhale of air xe didn't realize xe was holding in. Xyr fur smoothed out now, as well. "Thank you."

"I just hope his surprise is worth the fuss." Quinn shook their head.

"If not, I'll make up for it with some tunes." Xid gave a big smile, jumping to her feet with her guitar in hand. "Time to plug this baby in and test it out..."

"Time to leave, then." Quinn didn't wait for anyone to comment. They just walked off. It was just their style to enter and leave at their own pleasure...Or displeasure. That too.

Xid looked to Eira, then. "You wanna stay for a song or two?"

"Hm..." Eira frowned, considering it, before nodding. "I think a song wouldn't hurt..."

"It won't hurt a bit, I promise! As long as these amps are volumized well..."

......

Soon, Eira excused xemself due to a headache due to the amplifiers' unnecessary reverb, though the song itself was nice. Xe sat down at the bar counter despite nobody being there, and sighed... Xe could've gone for a smoothie or something, but Baptiste wasn't there to make anything.

What was this surprise Quinn mentioned he had, though? Eira swung xyr pawed feet in excitement (said feet not touching the ground very fully due to xyr shortness) as well as in anxiety. Sylvia was a friend, a potionmaker who was even newer to Rafta than Eira, but was very talented at her brewing...What could Baptiste be doing with her?

Eira would've gotten up, debating dropping in on other friends around, but instead xe was distracted by a gloved hand slipping a glass of colorful liquid xyr way. Eira blinked, and looked up to meet the eyes of a dark-pink haired young lady.

"Sylvia?"

"I thought you looked a little thirsty." Sylvia smiled.

"How long have you been here?" Eira was surprised, eyes widened ever so slightly. "I though you were with - um...That is..." Xe flushed, looking away now.

"It's fine, Eira." Sylvia laughed, "I'm sure Quinn let it slip a little, right? Of course they did. Baptiste is outside. Why don't you go see him?"

"I...But -"

"It's fine, this isn't actually for human consumption I'm pretty sure." Sylvia took the drink back when she noticed Eira's gaze fall to it. "Baptiste made it, so..."

"Ah, uh...Say no more, then." Eira sighed... "He's getting better...I think...But...He's outside, you say?"

"He is. You need to get a coat, though, it's kinda chilly out there. The last thing you need is to start the year with catching a cold, I'd say."

"I'll be okay." Eira giggled, and slid off the barrel upon where xe sat. "Thank you, Sylvia." Xe thanked xyr friend, then moved to go outside.

...It was actually colder than Eira expected, but xe could still handle it; it came in handy being an arctic fox and all. Xe was just glad it wasn't windy, too. Xyr eyes settled on a man eventually though upon glancing around. His blue hair shined in the snowy atmosphere, his body bundled in warm clothes.

"Bappy?" Eira called out to him excitedly, beginning to approach him. However, before he could find himself turning around, Eira had reached him - xe didn't know xyr own speed sometimes.

Wrapping xyr arms around his torso and burying xyr face into his chest, Eira sighed with relief. "You're okay..."

Baptiste was surprised by the sudden embace, but didn't resist. He gave a chuckle that shook his shoulders, a feeling Eira felt being so close. "Hello to you as well, my rose!" He slipped his arms around xyr shoulders. "I am in fact here and okay...Truthfully, I'm here, and more than okay. I'm feeling spectacular."

"Mmh...Come inside with me, Bappy." Eira hadn't let go, and xyr mumble was against his fluffy coat.

"Oh, we should certainly go inside - you don't even have proper wardrobing for this weather, beloved." He rubbed xyr shoulders with his gloved hands, generating some heat for xem.

"I'm fine..." Eira held him tighter. "You're warm enough. Um...But ..." Xe finally pulled back a tad. "What have you been doing?"

"Hm?" Baptiste blinked. He seemed genuinely surprised. "...Quinn didn't let the secret out? I'm impressed."

"Um...They did a little, but...They only said you were out with Sylvia."

"Ahh. Well, my rose...I am thankful they did not spoil the surprise."

"What surprise?" Eira stepped closer again, and Baptiste replied by pushing xem back slightly and giving a soft huff of amusement. "Bappy, let me -"

"Inside, my rose. My rose, whom I wish not to wilt in this chill..."

"Baaaappy...."

But Eira puffed xyr cheeks and admitted defeat. Inside the two went, though Eira was hardly a few inches from him. Finally, Baptiste came to a stop and turned towards xem - a hardly necessary action, but regardless...

"Now then." He brushed some snow flakes off his hair, giving a shiver as they fell. "I have a delightful surprise for you."

Eira's ears lowered slightly. "You didn't set up fireworks, did you?"

"Hmm...A trick question, that one." Baptiste reached to pet xyr ears. The scritch-scratching pressure, even though gloves, was enough to make Eira's tail wag and for xem to just generally relax. "I am aware you are startled by fireworks, so I didn't opt for them..."

"Then ...?"

"I opted for Sylvia's potion making ability, instead, and decided to see if she could help make an explosive concoction of similarity to a firework....Without the sound."

Eira blinked. "...Explosive...Concoction?"

"In simpler terms, we - and her uncle, too - invented a firework we can dowse Rafta's skies in quietly. No disruption to the neighbors, the sky, nor you, my rose..." He lifted his hand and took Eira's, kissing the top of xyr knuckles softly. "Thank you for your patience. I assure you, that tonight shall be a night to remember..."

Baptiste didn't need to wait for the night to fall, actually, for the day to be memorable - for Eira jumped into his arms then, and he swung xem around lovingly before dipping them into a kiss.

This was New Years for Baptiste and Eira in Rafta, and for the rest of the guild too, probably, as they were watching the happy couple indulge...Quinn would probably wish they got a room, but despite their gagging, they'd enjoy the peace and quiet of the "fireworks" as well.

#💙🌹 blue rose (baptiste) #❄️🦊 eira (self insert) #kermitwriting #ok 2 reblog #ask to tag #im sorry if this is like the most incoherent inconsistent mess onthe planet #i literaly wrote liek 1.5k words of it in the past 3 ghours happy hyear

[wrathofkaan]

#BIGGEST Kaan and Eira energy #unfortunately for everyone else he doesn't care who sees his absolute hearteyes!!!!!!! sorry not sorry!!!!!!! #KAAN | face #ALWAYS IN YOUR CORNER | kaan and eira

[eiralivered]

framkenstein -> eiralivered !!!!

#sorry ive had the same username for 4 years #eira means snow. so. snow-livered. if u care

[archesa]

✏️ Free Writing Prompt : Canach ends up buying the Consortium as an Ultimate Revenge. How does he go about it? Surprise takeover or tough negotiations?

Cactus Inc.

Some said all lives were expendable to the Consortium. That was not entirely true. Otherwise they would have ended him after the South-sun fiasco as it was called by the higher executives of the company, rather than have him work blood, sweat and bribes to try and restore what was lost, hiring bounty hunters and hitmen on his own wages in hope to bring the head of the responsible for this mess to the board.

Constant loyalty and innovation, to gather new settlers, entice authorities to look past the company's shortcomings and nip in the bud the slightest sign of rebellion amongst their crews. First they complain, then they find loopholes and the next thing you know they're demanding fair exploitation conditions and riddling their workplace with explosive and dangerous wildlife!

It would take years, perhaps, but he would eventually get back into the good graces of his superior and get away from this gold-forsaken rock and its putrid low-tides.

And sure, almost a decade later and whereas the other branches experienced mediocre results after catastrophic failure – getting shipwrecked in Elona and utterly failing to gain the approval of the locals to the point it was an obscure company by the name 'Cactus Incorporated' that had to finance their trip back to Tyria – he had single-handedly managed to restore Southsun Cove to a somewhat financially stable enterprise. They expected their first positive results this year and projected a three hundred percent increase due to the ever-growing afflux of visitors from Cantha.

And now, despite the company's recent – but he was certain passing – difficulties, finally, the board summoned him for what he gathered was a very important meeting.

Lion's Arch had remained the same through the years – excepted for its seemingly regularly scheduled cataclysmic destruction – and the Consortium's Office stood out, as a bridge between the old and new architecture of the city – high walls of bright concrete, and strong wooden beams ornate with maritime motifs and banners of gold and blue floating in the wind – a design meant to be familiar and draw as many interns and customers as possible.

On this particular morning, the building certainly served its purpose as a little crowd gathered in the street, all eyes turned to the construction workers tending to the signs and banners on the front, removing their signature gold and blue, employees and interns alike outed of their office and given leeway for the rest of the day.

“I hear they're planning massive changes to the building. Repairs and restructuring.”

“Well, that means at least a few days leave.”

“Perhaps the new director will consider paid-leave?”

That last strand of information made Noll's ears stand on end.

So the rumours were true. The Consortium was experiencing a change of management. As for the reason he had been called, on this particular occasion, he could only expect other sub-directors would be just as on edge as he was. An edge that sharpened to an uncomfortable threat when he realised the reunion was over, a procession of gold and blue robed executives leaving the room.

“Sub-director Noll.”, a falsely polished voice welcomed him.

Seated at the table, presiding over the highest authorities of the Consortium, flaunting an expensive suit and a polite smile to mask his true nature, was the person he had spent the last decade hunting in hope to have the head of – nothing attached – delivered to this very board.

“What is that terrorist doing here?”, the asura spat, ten years worth of venom spilling between his clenched teeth.

“It is customary, I believe, for the chief executive officer to be present at their company's merger.”, the cactus replied. “Our previous collaborations have always been dealt under the seal of secrecy, through the intervention of middlemen and legal representative”, he carried on, replacing a bundle of letterhead paper, bearing a somewhat familiar emblem and in golden letters the words 'Cactus Inc.', “but it felt appropriate to step into the light on this, the day The Consortium is no more. A proper way to introduce my employees to their new management.”

“And you summoned me to exact your vengeance.”

The sylvari leaned back in his chair, his stance relaxed and unthreatening but his eyes never once leaving the Subdirector's.

“You know I would. But someone I hold dear has convinced me to let go of old grudges.”, he added, casting a glance towards the easternmost window, where a sylvari Noll had completely failed to notice, ashen of bark and golden of leaves, almost invisible against the too bright morning sky, leaned against the ledge.

“Then you are a fool.”, Noll rebuked, crossing his arms and puffing his chest as to make himself bigger. “The sole reason my men did not bring your head to this board sooner is because you cleverly fled the continent. But Lion's Arch has sellswords aplenty, who would only need an incentive to put your head on a spike and feed the rest to the crabs. Enjoy your triumph while it lasts. I will make sure it won't.”

A lengthy silence punctuated his words. The sylvari on the ledge had straightened, a shimmer of purple in his aura – a mesmer, Noll realised – but the words did not have the intended effect on their primary target.

Canach took in a deep breath, eyes closed and a ferocious smirk – one that was so much more like him – drawing on his lips.

“Were you a witness to what he just said?”

The asura turned a noxious glance towards the sylvari on his side. “Your word against mine. You and I both know how this ends, Canach.”

But the secondborn did not listen.

A little bit of static rose from beneath the pile of papers at the centre of the table.

“Well, actually.”, a feminine voice quipped. “It's your word against your word.”

“Did you copy, Elianora?”

“Loud and clear.”

“This should pique the Captain Council's interest in earnest. Don't you think, Sub-director?”

“I... don't understand.”

“We planted recorders all around the room, you hermit-skritt brain!”,

Noll's expression faintly shifted, from triumph to stubborn denial as his own voice came rising from the vocoder hidden underneath the freshly signed acquisition.

“Th-This recording means nothing without reliable witnesses to back your claim.”

“I do believe we knew that.”, Canach said, turning to the sylvari by his side.

The mesmer flicked his wrist, and with a haze of stellar gold and blood stone purple, the waves of sunlight crashing on the office faded, leaving in their stead a more natural blue sky and the shadow of a woman in a loose blue shirt and the highest position of power in the Arch.

“Captain Kiel, were you a witness to what he just said?”

“I was.”

“Remind me again, the sentence for planning, aiding and abetting an assassination...”

“Ten years per offence. Give or take.”

The sylvari leaned back in his chair, with an ineffable expression. Something Noll never believed this constant sneer of superiority and thorny features would be able to convey. Peace.

“See you in a few lifetimes, Subdirector.”

#I'm so sorry this took so loooooooooooong!! #i hope you will enjoy it <3 #a sequel will be provided at your discretion <3 #de draconis mobile #cactus inc. #canach #my favorite cactus 🌵 #featuring #galaëd of the cycle of dusk #elianora eira #my feral fox with adhd ^^ #for those who are not familiar with galaëd #him convincing canach to let go of grudges was a fucken lie 🤣 #my soft autumn birch cherrishes his grudges! #(he ended up marrying one but that is another matter 😆)

[urarart]

Inspired by this Tweet ( https://x.com/r0ck_the_casbah/status/1707854425098682686?s=20 ) which I took as a writing prompt (more as inspiration than completely based on, but nonetheless!)

Based on my Tav, Eira, and it's more of Astarion deflecting and Eira prodding.

Almost 2k words, more of an Astarion and Eira exploration piece than a solid fic.

(The song used when writing this (that I have been listening on loop))

Starts under the read more.

“You're staring.“

He didn't even notice until she pointed it out.

”Did I now? I must've been mesmerized by you”, his trademark grin appearing on his face.

“I don't mind, stare all you want, but you're so distracted you didn't even notice the spider on your sleeve.”

His gaze immediately flits to his right arm, and indeed, there's a spider walking on it, slowly creeping towards him.

He instinctively flicks it off, a look of disgust at seeing the spider fly off.

“Thank you, darling, whatever would I do without you.”

“Well you'd pay more attention, that's what.”

She walks towards him, taking place next to him at the bonfire.

“What're you thinking about.”

”Oh, just whatever life-threatening mission we'll go on next. The Underdark seems like such a cheerful place, surely no death will await us there.“

He leans back, his hand flitting around for emphasis.

”The Underdark is less dangerous than a whole goblin army, and you're definitely not the type to get scared of death.“

”Say all you want, dear, but dying isn't pleasant. Believe me, I would know.“

”And I would know as well, or did you forget you sucked me dry that one night?“

”Now now, not in public, dear~“

”Ugh, you- That cost us one revival scroll!”

He grins, satisfied with the direction the conversation is going.

Eira crosses her arms, frustration evident.

”If you're not going to tell me, then fine! Let's see you getting distracted over something during a fight and you dying because of some stupid reason! And this time we won't revive you!“

She huffs, purposefully looking away from him.

His gaze lowers. He hopes there's no truth to her words. But he knows by now that he should always prepare for the worst.

”If you truly want to know, my friend, I was distracted by your beauty.“

He wasn't per se staring at her beauty, but at her colors. Her colors were so… peaceful. Not a hint of that passionate red anywhere.

It was a nice change of pace after 200 years.

After 200 years of that crimson wine, of the sultry scarlet dresses and the vermillion roses, of the ruby clothes Cazador would wear, of his eyes, their eyes.

”You have such beautiful red eyes.“, as he lured those souls away from mortality.

He was sick of hearing that.

She peeks open an eye towards him.

“That's a lie.”

What.

”You called me your friend, so you're not in your weird flirty mood, thus the sentiment and the words don't match. Also, we have seen far prettier people on our trip- have you even seen Shadowheart?- so for you to get distracted by me is unusual. Frankly it's off-putting by how blatant the lie is.”

“Have you considered I just prefer you over Shadowheart?”

“I'm not the one walking around with my tits out, a sentiment almost this entire camp shares!”

He wants to make a joke, to fluster her enough so she'd leave him alone for the night, but she's faster.

“No, something else is bothering you. And I want to know and see if I can help you.”

She pokes a finger on the bridge of his nose, pushing him back a bit by the force.

“Of course, I'm not asking you to drop all the details. I just don't want you to go to your sleep all bothered. If you don't want to share, then that's fine too. But figure out what you want.”

The fire flickers on besides them, the flames giving off a soft heat, which he can barely feel.

The orange glow barely reflects off her green skin, hardly noticeable.

There's not a hint of that dirty red on her.

All green and blue, like a lake.

He pinches her poking finger with his own hand, and pushes it away from his face.

”You're not the most convincing person, you know that right?“

”Doesn't matter, I'd rather be the most earnest you know.“

He sighs.

”I was thinking about red.“

A puzzled expression meets his tired one.

He expects her to ask a thousand questions, like she usually does, but she doesn't say anything.

“That party a few nights ago, with the tieflings. There was a lot of red there.”

He can always try to distract her with a half truth.

The party did bother him, but not for the reasons he wants to admit.

Instead of disturbing him, the party made him think.

Thinking about the dozens of flaming red eyes around him.

Thinking about the red shaded clothes some would wear.

Thinking about a few druids wearing fur skins, and sharing those skins with the tieflings.

It brings…

Unpleasant memories.

“I just never had a preference for red.”

He couldn't deceive her.

“Huh. First of all, ironic, since you're a vampire”, he grimaces at that comment, “and second of all, knowing you, Astarion, how little that may be, that's a very weak response.”

He frowns.

“And what do you know.”

”Oh barely anything, given how defensive you get over who you are and who you used to be. But you're usually more… clever. In your responses.“

She crosses her legs, balancing herself on the log. She wobbles a bit, but evens out pretty quick.

”You shared a few details about your life, and you're particularly angry about that master of yours. But I can't figure out why you wouldn't like red.“

She leans in closer, her head angled to look at his face.

”Is it because of your eyes? Because of your red eyes?“

He instinctively leans away.

”How would I know it's about my eyes. I've never seen them.“

”True, but they're vampire eyes. Hmmm…“

She leans back again, rocking back and forth on the log. He stares at her again, following her movements.

He doesn't like where this is going.

”Well the answer seems obvious, right? Your master is a vampire, who has red eyes, and that's why you don't like red. But that answer seems way too obvious, too easy even. There has to be something else.“

She stops rocking, and concern floods her expression.

”…I'm not going too far, right?“

He snarls.

”Yes. Yes you're going too far for a stranger.“

He grips the log he's sitting on with his hands, trying to redirect his anger.

”Oh. I'm sorry.“

She looks heartbroken.

Her eyes glance towards the fire, seeing the embers float into the air.

He sees the embers floating higher than he ever could, disappearing into the starry sky.

He huffs.

”You're too curious for your own good.“

”I'm sorry. I just don't want you to be alone in this. You've been alone long enough.“

His head snaps towards her.

How did she-

He can feel his jaw snap close, his fangs almost piercing through his bottom lip.

“Sweetheart, I have been far from lonely the past 200 years. I don't think you can even believe the amount of people who were with me in that time- either on top of me or under me.“

She flushes at that comment.

Jackpot.

She shakes her head, a grim determination evident.

”No, don't deflect! I don't care how many people you bedded, they don't compare to having a friend.”

The damage was done already.

He found his footing, and she lost hers.

He leans into her space, a grin on his face once again.

He knows he's won this for tonight.

“Aren't you curious to know what happens to a man who has slept with thousands? To know the experience he gained?”

He twirls a lock of her hair around his finger, and very obviously drops his gaze to look at her lips, and back at her eyes again.

“To get a taste of that experience?”

Her eyes are wide open, her frizzy movements frozen in time.

A wide yellow blush spreads over her face, daring to overtake her green skin.

He remembers her rejection towards his more sensuous advances at the tiefling party, so he smiles sweetly at her, a mask of innocence on him.

“A-hem.“

His facade drops immediately, his head turning towards the disturbance.

He sees Gale a few steps away from them, tapping his foot in annoyance.

”If you are quite done with bothering Eira, then please, shut up and go to sleep.“

”Wha- I wasn't bothering her! And didn't you go to sleep, wizard?“

”Yes, but SOMEONE was being noisy tonight.”

Tsk, can't have shit in this camp.

“We were just talking, nothing too-”

Before he can finish his sentence, his head is quite forcefully pushed away.

He can feel the shaky hand under his jaw pushing him upwards, and can barely make out the flustered state of Eira in the corner of his eye.

“You're right, Gale, we should go to sleep.”

She quickly stands up, and dusts herself off.

“Sorry for waking you up.”

“No need for apologies, just watch yourself the next time.”

“The ne-”, she clears her throat, her shriek stopped halfway.

“You don't have to worry about that. There won't be a next time like this.”

She throws a glare over her shoulder at Astarion, and he only sticks his tongue out in response.

She pats Gale on the shoulder.

“Just go to bed for now, you'll need the energy for tomorrow when we arrive in the Underdark.”

He only nods in response, and retreats towards his corner of the camp.

Eira turns towards Astarion, looking down at him from his place on the log.

“Astarion.”

Her tone is firm, direct.

“I don't know what your troubles are, and I don't know what goes on in that head of yours, but I can promise you this.”

She huffs, nervous.

“For as long as I live, you won't have to do this alone. You're dear to me, as is the rest of this camp. There will be nothing I ask of you in return, only your friendship.”

Her legs subtly shake, the embarrassment of her words overtaking her.

She grips her hands to control them, folding them together.

“But please. Don't force yourself to be alone.”

She looks at the ground, her speech finished.

He doesn't have anything to say.

She's fully under his control now.

She's an ally, he reminds himself.

This was too easy for him.

“How can I reject you after that heartfelt confession~“, he replies, softly.

She looks up, practically glowing.

”Oh! Um. Well.“

She fumbles, not knowing what to do next.

”Ugh- anyway! If you still want to. Or need to, I don't know. You can feed on me tonight?“

He's stunned at the offer.

”I would like nothing more.“

He smiles at her, not conscious of it.

”Then… Then I'll see you later.“

She smiles weakly, before slowly making her way to her tent.

He remains at the fire.

He gazes into it, watching the logs burning a fiery gold.

He thinks back on what she said.

On the promise she made.

He refuses to place his hopes- his survival- on that single promise.

He simply can't risk it.

How can she be any different than the people he met in the past two centuries?

How can anybody be?

They all the same shade of blood on the inside.

Astarion kicks in the sand, and stomps the fire out.

That night, when he goes to visit Eira, and pierces her neck with his fangs, he doesn't feel the usual satisfaction of a fulfulling meal.

He knows she's awake by the staggering breathing, but she doesn't interrupt him while he feeds.

His usual hunger is gone, and he took a few drinks before finishing up, a shorter meal than usual.

He can't bear to taint her skin that bloody red.

#i went a bit off limits with this prompt sorry for that #i just loved the idea of it #i say even though it's 5% of the fic and the rest is just tav and astarion talking #anyway #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #eira #my writing #i did love those prompt and inspired me a lot #idk if it wasn't 'quality' #i had fun with it~ #Youtube

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | portal // five

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INTERACTIVE POLL | Choose a partner for Eira. You may use whatever logic you’d like to cast your vote, but these decisions will be reflected in the story as they will be written in as the cast’s personal choices. You may choose to pursue current in-story friendships or rivalries, or for those who are interested in making more technical choices, you can consult each character’s Survival Skillset.

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KYRIE: Finally, we come to it. Perhaps, the most important part of this task. You will now choose your partners. The winners of the previous trial will have priority. Eira will choose first, then Tayuin, and so on and so forth. However, winners with higher priority may choose another winner as their partner. KYRIE: And one final thing. Only nine of you will be competing. EVERYONE: What? KYRIE: Circumstances are as such that one of the Chosen will not be permitted to take part in this trial. That person, is… KYRIE: Indryr. INDRYR: Me? TALILA: But how is that fair? If we’re meant to be in pairs, then one of us will have to travel alone! KYRIE: So it would seem. I cannot interfere with decisions made, however, I would be remiss to let the trial go on without an even ten. Thus, I will be taking his place. EIRA: You? EVE: But— ASTER: You ask me, this smacks of foul play. The gods didn’t decide to exclude one of their precious ten. Someone did. TALILA: What do you mean? THERION: Ah, I get it. One of us sat him out, simple as that. His Grace is just too polite to say so. TALILA: That’s cruel! ÅSE: And who makes such decision? ASTER: Ah yes, mystery of the universe… TAYUIN: If you’ve got something to say, Bard, come out with it. ASTER: Not at all. Your actions speak for themselves. TAYUIN: If you’re going to accuse me, you’d best be able to prove it. ASTER: Oh? There’s a word for people like you. What was it again? Pot? Or is it kettle? SARAYN: Quick is the tongue of those most desperate to deflect blame. Anything could have happened during the last trial, to anyone. In the end, what does it matter? So, the alchemist sits one out. Perhaps you should be spending more of your energy on the fact that you are not. Silly songs won’t save you from the wind and cold. TAYUIN: Sarayn… ASTER: Hm. Well, silly songs have got me this far, haven’t they? Certainly, I know more about the wind and cold than a pompous little Lord. TALILA: Aster! EVE: Enough! Always with this arguing. Lord Tev’us is right. The nine of us are going in there whether we like it or not. You’ve all got better things to worry about than slinging ridiculous insults like children. If you’ll all kindly be quiet, we can get on with it! EIRA: Here, here. KYRIE: Indryr, I do apologize. You will be comfortably accommodated in our absence. INDRYR: Quite alright. Such is the nature of the game. And the game players. I expect I won’t be the last. Do be careful, Your Grace. I don’t suppose you’re any better suited for this task than I. KYRIE: laughs You’re right about that. KYRIE: Now then, Eira, please name your partner.

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #sims story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #oc: kyrie loren #cc: åse dalgaard #cc: talila #cc: tayuin eth'salin #cc: therion erandaer #cc: eira #cc: eve ravenclaw-silvermoon #cc: taiyo hayashi #cc: sarayn tev'us #cc: indryr #cc: aster songleaf #welp... welcome to the bloodbath #sorry iza q.q #but don't worry indy has something important to do in the meantime #please forgive 🙏

[notquitedeadpod]

for the last month i have been thinking NQD S2 was gonna be 13 episodes long, but my draft of the s2 finale was getting Lengthy (like certain aspects of a certain character) so i was hesitant to be like 'yes it will be 13 eps'

i just calculated the estimated run time of the finale and yeah no it's gonna be 14 episodes. maybe fifteen, even.

so tomorrow, NQD 26 'Papillon de Nuit' will be live to the public, the following Monday NQD 27 Doesn't It Just will be live, and NQD 28 will either be [ominous finale title i don't want to release yet because people will yell] or NQD 28 [as yet untitled].

#eira speaks #not quite dead #nqd #sorry i just can't do a 1.5 hour episode #the editing will make my brain explode #i can't concentrate on developing a rhythm and flow over that length of time i just Cannot

[eira-writing]

One last smile

//TW: Endersmile angst, failed prison escape, this is short and done at 1:00 am might have errors but it is what it is.

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“…OR I WILL KILL RANBOO!” Dream looked back, he was fighting for his life as the alarms of the prison blared in the background and the sounds of the battle got weaker on his ears, all his focus on the slender and forced down figure of the ender-hybrid.

There was shouting, Dream knew that they needed to go, Connor was already so far ahead, Phil was waiting for them in the escape tunnel, everyone present was confused or angry and Ranboo was crying, hurting himself even more as he was arching his spine to the front, surely trying to avoid the blade of the Warden.

“HE DOESN’T CARE I DO!” Yelled Techno at the Warden, Ranboo gave another panicked yelp, he looked at the piglin as if saying sorry, or begging for safety, a purple side glance catched Dream’s eyes and…

There was so much blood, the sound of the creeper’s sword piercing through a thin body, deafening the battlefield, everyone stopped, the world stopped, any and all shouts died down as weapons started to fall to the ground when the soldiers looked in confusion at the scene presented to them.

“Why?” Asked a soft voice in a terrified whisper. Dual toned eyes looking into pained toxic green.

“L-Like I… like I w-will l-let my little b-brother to die” whispered the prisoner back in a weak and bloodied smile, the Warden’s Will Breaker firmly stuck on the little space at his side where the armor wasn’t covering him.

“Take care of them” said Dream, gasping for air in a fruitless attempt to keep breathing “And don’t forget me again” his dying wish barely understandable as he fell down and the world around them warped in madness.

#c!dream #c!ranboo #c!endersmile #eira's writing #dreblr #:3c sorry not sorry #dsmp #i made myself sad with this #failed prison escape

[possibly-eli]

heartless classpect continued >:)

Classpect definitions are based on both the mspa wiki page, and the homestuckexamination blog's definitions :) ;;

Gonne add a read-more thing because this is a LONG post lmao

Heartless Crew

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Heartless ;; Thief of Life

Thief of Life: The classpect I view as the most fitting for Heartless, tbh Not only is it confirmed by THE ABD-illustrates that Heartless steals life from the plants and creatures around him to fuel his own magic, it is ALSO confirmed that his little ghost buddies can temporarily steal the magic of their target for themselves,, pretty thief-like to me tbh

Alchemy ;; Thief // Rogue of Light/Knight of Heart

Thief // Rogue of Light: Very clear classpect(s?) for Mx. Alchemy. They know their worth, he's very open and confident about themselves, both when it comes to their magic and their identity, and their job of a performer means they draw a lot of attention to themselves, which is pretty typical of a stealer of light. I cant decide whether theyd be a rogue or thief, though

Knight of Heart: I think one of my personal favourites out of these classpects so far, a knight of Heart means ''one who serves Heart, one who serves others with/through Heart''. Alchemy is not only knowledgable of their own identity, both as a witch AND a genderfluid person, they're confident in themselves, and are very open about both aspects of their identity. Thus, its not too much of a stretch to think theyd do the same thing for others (this is also emphasised by the dubiously-canon fact that Alchemy prompted River to name her magic after herself ((and the added fact that Alchemy named his own magic after herself)).

Flint ;; Knight of Hope

Knight of Hope: A knight of Hope means ''one who serves Hope, one who serves others through/with Hope''. Flint holds his family's (tradition?? i guess???) as his core Belief, and serves his friends through what he's learned from his family. He is also seen casting doubt on certain things he disagrees with (being the dubiously-canon fighter he magic-duels when he meets Alchemy and Heartless,, who uses magic to cheat a competition) ((though that is more a Rage-bound thing,, though honestly Hope and Rage are fairly similar in the belief-related aspects of their,,,, aspects lmao)). This particular classpect is also kiiinda backed up by the fact that Flint has been described as the, (not verbatim), 'most level-headed, calm member of the group''. Rage is the aspect of negative emotions, so it makes sense that hope would be the inverse of that, being that a hopebound wouldnt let their negative emotions dictate them. So, Flint serves his friends with his levelheadedness, being the only fucking voice of reason in the group of silly little gay fictional dudes,, thus, he serves his friends through Hope :)

Eira ;; Page of Heart/Page of Breath

Page of Heart: The Page of Heart is 'one who is served heart' or 'one who serves through Heart for themselves'. It is also pretty clear that pages have a deficit in their aspect at the start of their adventure, which VERY clearly matches up with Eira in my opinion. Eira refuses to accept his magical abilities, and also doesn't know his sexuality. Throughout the adventure, he begins to not only accept and hone his magic, he also slowwwly realises that he is, in fact, a homosexual. It is also explained that Eira gained his position as a knight from his friend, the prince, that gives him a purpose, and a source of income (note: Heart is also the aspect of romance, which could tie in to his sexuality in some way)

Page of Breath: A page of Breath is 'one who is served Breath' and ''one who serves through Breath for themselves''. Breath is the aspect of freedom and flexability. Eira is given freedom from his friends, who are (obviously) accepting his magical ability, which gives him freedom in that particular aspect of his life, giving him not only a way to defend himself and his friends, but allow him to express himself in a way. This also allows him to be more flexable, as he can do more damage with his magic, or defend his friends better with an icy shield. The prince also TECHNICALLY provides him with freedom, via giving him a job that not only gets him off of the street of the kingdom he lived in, but eventually leads to him meeting the Heartless crew, which grants him more freedom.

Dopple and Glass ;; Thief of Breath

Thieves of Breath: Breath is the aspect of freedom and flexability. A thief of Breath is one who steals through Breath, or steals Breath itself for themselves. Dopple and Glass stole freedom for themselves (mainly Dopple, tbh), via,,, literally stealing things. Their flexibility allows them to accept their situation and lay low until they escape. They also steal through freedom, being able to steal and escape with (probable) ease.

River: Heir of Space

Heir of Space: Space is the aspect of creation, and the physical world, and things relating to it. An heir is ''one who manipulates their aspect for others''. River's magic is said to (not verbatim) 'affect the unseen elements in the world' (example: gravity, velocity, etc). The added fact this class is passive (group/other-oriented) ties in perfectly to the fact that River can't affect herself directly with her abilities

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The Jury

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Alastor: Muse of Hope/Lord of Doom/Rage

Muse of Hope: (Note: I am completely disregarding the gender-exclusivity of certain classes,, Sorry if thats like an issue but its just easier for me) A muse is ''one who commands through their aspect for others''. Alastor is the leader of the Jury, their main symbol of their belief(s?). He commands them to destroy things that are against their beliefs. He is not technically menipulating them with false beliefs, as it is seemingly something he genuinely believes in, and inspired the same belief in others.

Lord of Doom/Rage: A lord commands their aspect for themselves. Doom is the aspect of,,, well,,, doom, commisoration (commiseration?), empathy and suffering. A lord of Doom commands suffering and doom for their own gain. Alastor commands doom to destroy witches, who he seemingly has no empathy for, despite the fact he is a Wonder himself, being technically magical. (The Doom aspect also ties in to the fact that Alastor is a sickly victorian child lmao) The lord of Rage is one who commands rage for themselves. Rage is the aspect of,, yk rage,, negative emotions, contempt for lies and disdain towards beliefs they disagree with. A lord of Rage is one who commands these emotions for their own gain (in this case being the destruction of witches, who oppose their beliefs). (Note: I wanted to make this sickly little weirdo ragdoll wet kitten of a man one of the master classes being 1) I'm tired and wanted to make this easy for myself and 2) to emphasise how much he sould really be feared seeing as he can cancel out magical abilities)

Dock: Prince of Life

Prince of Life: The prince is the aspect of pure destruction of their aspect. They destroy their aspect, and destroy through it for themsleves. Dock's wonder works as, essentially, damage-transfer. He hurts himself and then places the harm done to himself onto his enemies. The Prince of Life destroys life both for others, and themselves. This alligns with Dock's wonder-ability, as he must hurt himself (decrease his own Life, in a sense), which he then sets upon others, decreasing THEIR life (technically). One of my favourite Heartless-classpect :),, (note: ''destroying theough Life'' could also relate to plantlife, which can be used to make poison )

Loreli: Thief of Light/Witch of Mind

Theif of Light: Similar to Alchemy, I view a possible classpect for Loreli as 'Thief of Light'. She ALSO works as a performer (iirc), being one to command attention towards herself. She steals peoples attention.

Witch of Mind: This is the classpect I view as more fitting for Loreli. A witch is one who ''changes their aspect for themselves'' or ''one who manipulates their aspect''. A witch of Mind can manipulate the minds of others, which ties into Loreli's siren-esque abilities (specifically the memory-erasure). A witch of mind can manipulate other's minds, changing or removing their memories, or influencing what they think, and manipulate Mind for their own purposes, being able to keep up a facade easily. This, I feel, suits Loreli to a tee.

Bandy: Witch of Space/Mage of Hope

Witch of Space: The active equivilent of the Heir of Space, the witch of Space manipulates Space for themselves. However, we will have to take Space more literally, this time referring to the positions of things in space. Bandy's ability of swapping objects freely for his own gain is practically perfect for this interpretation of Witch of Space

Mage of Hope: A mage is one who 'knows their aspect, or knows through their aspect for themselves' or ''one who benifits themselves with knowledge pertaining to their aspect''. A bit less obvious for Bandy, but I can kind of explain. Bandy is a morally-grey character, who joins whichever group will benifit him the most. Bandy understands what the Jury is about, he knows their whole thing and knows it will benifit him to be powerful in a group that will most likely win the favour of most people. I like this classpect :)

Diana: Mage of Breath (note: gonna be honest I fucking struggled even thinking of a TITLE for Diana lol)

Mage of Breath: A mage of breath is 'one who understands breath, freedom and flexability for their own benifit'. They understand their own freedom, and what they need to obtain it. They also understand flexability, which could be interpreted as understanding what a foe will do (which kind of ties in to her tracking ability).

Lance: Prince of Hope

Prince of Hope: A prince of Hope is one who destroys through hope for themselves, or destroys hope itself, for themselves. Lance, being the evil bastard man he is, destroys through Hope, using his belief in the Jury both as fuel for his anger and/or ''fighting spirit'', but as a crutch, using it to explain his own longing to fight (though, honestly, the latter part is kind of headcanon-y) He may also destroy other peoples Hope, making them feel Hopeless. His ability to change weapons completely in the middle of a battle makes him very unpredictable, and unable to really counter very easily, destroying the foe's Hope in winning. (Note: a Prince tends to ghost/mimic the aspect oppositve of their own. A prince of Hope might mirror a Ragebound player, for example)

and, thank FUCK, that's done good god my hyperfixations know no bounds, it seems lol feel free to add on to this, by the way! :) thanks for uh, reading this far as well /gen

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