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War of Heirs is a low fantasy story where you are thrown into court intrigue, conspiracy, and rivalry with your siblings.

The game focuses on family, romance, war, and relationships.

You’re the third-born son/daughter of Queen Celine and Emperor Otto. Your mother declared your name for succession without your say-so, making you a contender for the Golden Throne and a threat to Queen Helga and your older half-brothers. Will you manage to build a power base, an army, and most importantly, win the throne, or will you die trying?

Play as a prince or a princess.

Have a beast of a companion by your side that is ready to die for you.

Customize your appearance and personality.

Have children.

Be a cruel person or kind or both.

Survive assassination attempts.

Build and lead an army.

Gather support from outside of the empire.

Fall in love.

ROs (Portraits are still in the works and could be changed later.)

Lady Gossa

Lady Gossa of House Noorga, known as the Blood Queen of Noorga.

Gossa is an unstable, sadistic, and cruel woman, even by her house standards. She suffers from the Noogren madness that plagues her entire family. She sees and hears the world differently from others.

Unlike her mad mother, Gossa is good at hiding her true self. She will not leave you alone until you fall in love with her, whether you are into women or not.

Nobody knows what she will be like as a partner, but having her support will mean having access to her father’s large duchy and the feared Black Guard of her house.

She can be romanced by a male or female MC.

Lady Sabrina

Lady Sabrina of House Astilaa is a known figure in the Northern regions of the empire. As the younger sister of the Duke of Ouwdel, she commands great respect as a member of one of the strongest houses in the area, serving as a bannerman to the Northern Archduke.

Sabrina possesses a sharp mind and ambition, always looking to expand her power and influence. She has earned a reputation for throwing extravagant parties and being a trendsetter in fashion, drawing the attention of many throughout the empire. She rules her brother’s duchy while he spends most of his time at the brothels, making her the true power in the duchy. A duchess with the title of a lady.

As an ally, Sabrina's intelligence and influence make her a valuable asset, but as an enemy, she is not to be underestimated. Those who cross her would do well to beware of her formidable wrath.

As your enemy, can she even be trusted?

She can be romanced by a male MC.

Lady Quella

Lady Quella of House Goldstone, the Hand of the Emperor’s daughter.

Quella is a sweet, shy, kind-hearted, and compassionate young woman who has devoted her life to improving the lives of others. While some dismiss her as naive or overly idealistic. Quella is beloved by the common folk for her tireless efforts to champion their cause.

Using her vast wealth and resources, Quella has established numerous charities throughout the city, providing aid and support to those in need. She has also taken it upon herself to build an orphanage to house the countless children left homeless and destitute on the streets, constantly funded by her.

Despite her soft-spoken nature, Quella is fiercely protective of those she cares about, and she will go to great lengths to support those who share her kindness and compassion. Her unwavering dedication to doing good in the world makes her an invaluable ally to any who seeks to make a positive impact on the world or improve their reputation.

Those who would seek to take advantage of her kindness, however, would be wise to tread carefully. While she may seem gentle and unassuming, Quella is no pushover, and she will not hesitate to use her wealth and influence to protect those she holds dear.

She can be romanced by a male MC.

Lady Varina

Lady Varina of House Stefield: Your friend and companion. She was sent to serve you in exchange for you to find her a good marriage offer and to secure the alliance between your grandfather and her house.

She can sometimes be a controlling freak over everything and everyone around her.

As a fifth-born, most see no future for her but to marry into a minor nobility. But Varina always strives for perfection and will never rest until she achieves her goals.

She can be romanced by a male or female MC.

Sultana Layla

Sultana Layla of House Morved: A foreigner from a rival empire. She is the sultan’s favorite child.

Layla is a strong-willed and free woman that likes to do what she wants. She will hate anyone who tries to control her. She loves riding horses and hunting. She also learned how to fight from a young age and prefers fighting using a spear

. She will be a supportive and strong partner that will stand with the MC no matter what happens. Having her support will mean having access to the sultan’s massive resources and the empire’s formidable army, maybe even war elephants.

She can be romanced by a male MC. (Maybe also a female MC?) ¯(ツ)/¯

Lord Sandor

Lord Sandor of House Noorga. The crown heir to his house and Gossa’s older brother. Like his family, the Noorgen plague haunts him every day. He’s in a constant battle with his other self, the other Sandor that wants to control him.

Yet Sandor still remains strong, but for how long? Which one of them will win in the end? The MC can help him in his battle.

He is also a formidable commander that can cause havoc across the battlefield. His enemies never see him coming. If romanced, he will cut the tongue of anyone who speaks ill of the MC and will do his best to protect her.

He can be romanced by a female MC.

King Vlad

King Vlad of the Kindom of Avridia. Betrayed by his uncle, Vlad is forced to run away from his kingdom with his mother and some forces loyal to him.

He crossed the empire border seeking the support of The Vorla Empire to reclaim his throne. Unfortunately for him, Emperor Karl is yet to grant him an audience, so Vlad sets his eyes upon his heirs. He will do everything in his power to reclaim his throne, no matter what.

At first, he will see the female MC as nothing more than a naive little girl that can be easily manipulated, but he will be on a tough ride once he finds himself in love.

He can be romanced by a male and female MC.

Prince Karif

Prince Karif of House Morved: A foreigner from a rival empire. He is the sultan’s second child.

Advangerer, fighter, mercenary, and explorer, Karif had the most freedom among his siblings leading him to follow his dream of exploring the world.

From the Far East to the Deep North, Karif wants to experience and explore everything the world has to offer. He would very much love to explore it with the MC.

He can be romanced by a male or female MC.

Lord Oliver

Lord Oliver of House Stefield: Your friend and companion. He was sent to serve you and to secure the alliance between your grandfather and his house.

Oliver wants to be your bodyguard in hopes of raising in status. Unlike his twin sister, Oliver is chill and outgoing. He doesn’t care about what others think of him.

Oliver will cherish and love the MC with all of his heart and will do anything for her.

He can be romanced by a female MC.

#interactive fiction #game WIP #interactive novel #romance #dashingdon #if game #if wip #if #work in progress #choice of games #cyoa #hosted games #hg #cog

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sanslovesblog · 4 months

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Unraveling Madness: San’s Dark Secrets Pt. 1

Summary: You're a brilliant psychiatrist, but you were no stranger to internal conflicts. You had accepted the task of treating Choi San, the psychiatric ward's most dangerous patient due to his violent episodes. Despite skepticism from other staff members, you believed that beneath his destructive exterior lay a vulnerable human being, yearning for understanding and acceptance.

Genre: fluff

Trigger warning: childhood trauma

Teaser | Master list | Pt. 2

You arrived at the psychiatric ward, greeted by an eerie silence that felt heavy with secrets. The hallway stretched like a tunnel into an unknown realm, lined with closed doors hiding patients behind them. Each door represented a story of tormented souls trapped within their own minds. Your destination was Room 312.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you entered the room, the dim lights casting sinister shadows across the sterile walls. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself against the palpable tension that hung heavy in the air. As you approached Choi San, sitting slouched in his chair, you couldn't help but notice the haunted look in his eyes—a reflection of the torment he endured.

"Choi San," you began softly, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the storm brewing inside you. "My name is y/n, and I'm here to help you."

He stared back at you, his gaze cold and unwavering. "Why should I trust you?" His voice was low, laced with bitterness. "Everyone else has failed me."

You paused before responding, weighing your words carefully. "Because I believe in you, Choi San. I see potential beneath the chaos, I can help you." you said with reassurance in your voice.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his voice barely audible as he replied, "Help me? No one can help me." You could sense the pain etched deeply into his psyche, and it tugged at your own heartstrings.

"I understand that things have been tough for you," you began gently, "but we're going to work together to make things better." Choi San stared blankly ahead, neither denying nor accepting your words. You decided to take a different approach—one that might open him up to sharing his experiences. "What's the first memory that comes to mind when you think about why you ended up here?"

A torrent of words burst forth from Choi San, his voice rising in desperation.

"I remember a night, so dark and cold, my hands trembling as I held the knife," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "It was supposed to be a release, a way out of the pain I felt inside. But instead, something else took over me."

You listened intently, feeling the weight of his burden. "That 'something else'," you responded thoughtfully, "isn't just a product of your mind. It's a manifestation of all the hurt and anger bottled up inside you.

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He recoiled slightly, but allowed your touch to soothe him.

"It all spiraled out of control," he continued, "The voices grew louder, urging me to harm those who mocked me. I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but the whispers wouldn't stop." You listened intently, empathizing with his plight. "And now, everyone sees me as a danger," he lamented, his voice choked with emotion.

You removed your hand, leaning back in your chair. "Choi San, let's try something new today," you suggested, your tone soothing yet assertive.

In that moment, you realized that beneath his hardened exterior, Choi San was just a frightened young man longing for compassion and understanding. "It's okay," you murmured, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. "We'll get through this together."

#ateez x reader #choi san #choi san x you #choi san x y/n #trust issues #building up trust #understanding #childhood trauma

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yumeka-sxf · 4 months

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 25

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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In Part 19, I discussed how Twilight treats Bond as more than a dog when they went on the mission together at Born Laboratories. But the fire rescue episode is where his feelings really seep through. He gets rightfully upset when Bond seemingly attacks people for no reason. But rather than become angry, he not only remains logical – he tries to comprehend why a dog who's been properly trained would act this way, and even entertains the idea that Bond might be sick – but, like with the many times Anya's antics confused him, he puts the responsibility upon himself to understand Bond better.

Even after two of Bond's well-intentioned attempts to help people only caused Twilight to get frustrated, Twilight still decides to trust Bond when he gets agitated about the fire. And even after Bond runs into the burning building when supposedly no one was inside, Twilight still trusts him and thinks that perhaps his nose is sensing someone inside. It's clear that Twilight himself doesn't realize how much trust he has in this dog that he supposedly only keeps around "for the mission." Twilight even risks his own life by going after Bond.

When he realizes that the reason Bond went inside was to rescue another dog, his frustration immediately dissipates. He then smiles at Bond the same way he smiled at Yor on the island when he understood the sacrifice she made for Anya…it's a rare smile reserved only for when one of his family members does something that truly touches him.

And it touches him because making these kinds of sacrifices is what he does all the time. It's an unwavering sense of duty that he feels like he's alone in doing, so he can't help but feel gratified when he sees the same sentiment in others.

It's ironic that Twilight's first encounter with wet Bond is what almost makes him break his facade. Even though "Loid Forger" is supposed to be a normal guy who wouldn't have to hide emotions, and Twilight has inadvertently let some emotions such as fear, frustration, and compassion break through, the act of laughing must be too far removed from his spy persona that he simply can't bring himself to accept it, even when acting as Loid Forger. So all he can do is try to suppress the smirk creeping along his face and tell himself that a spy must always remain composed.

Considering how embarrassed he was when he thought Yor may have seen him skipping at the resort island, he's lucky she wasn't here to see him almost laugh at wet Bond…the embarrassment may have killed him.

This episode continues to show how Twilight is willing to stick his neck out to do what's right even at the risk of revealing himself. He did it not that long ago on a larger scale when he decided to help the SSS diffuse the bomb on the ship, and now he's doing it on a smaller scale with a dramatic fire rescue and apprehending an arsonist.

And once this self-made mission of his is complete, we get the pinnacle of how much Twilight cares for Bond when he tells him that he should think of himself as a family member first and guard dog second, plus how heartbroken "someone" would be if anything happened to him. While he has said compassionate things like this to Yor and Anya before, he seems to have an easier time expressing these feelings to Bond, since Bond is, again, someone with whom he doesn't have to put on acts.

@agentpenguinmann does an excellent job describing in this post how Twilight's compassionate side shines when he's interacting with Bond, or even dogs in general. To quote:

"Speaking of empathy, I think that among many others, one of the best pieces of evidence for it is how [Twilight] treats dogs - creatures over which he has the upper hand. He apologized to one dog three times in the span of a couple of minutes. A dog that was hostile towards him [referring to the German shepherd from the doggy crisis arc].

…in the "saving doggy from the fire" chapter, when the crisis was averted, Twilight got on Bond's eye level to tell him that he's gotta be careful because Anya would be heartbroken if something happened to him. This is something parents do to their kids to help children feel safer, to show them they're giving the kid their full attention. And then he goes right into the 'for the mission' mode at the slightest sign of affection from a dog.

…[Twilight is not] used to receiving any kind of gratitude for his actions. He just kinda doesn't know what to do with it, because literally moments later he gives Bond the Proud Dad look that speaks for itself."

The fact that he took time to say such thoughtful things to a dog, a creature who he probably assumes doesn't understand the meaning of his words, proves how deep his feelings run when someone he cares about puts the well being of others before their own. Even after he says such heartfelt things to Bond, and had patted him on the head several times throughout the day, he gets flustered when Bond affectionately rubs against his leg. He even reverts back to total "for the mission" mode by saying he's only doing this so as not to disrupt the Forger family, which would be bad for his mission. Since he had spent all day alone with Bond, and thus didn't have to put on any acts, he must have finally realized how liberating that felt so he had to correct himself regardless…he really is a work in progress.

But still, the soft smile he gives immediately after, followed by a promise to take Bond to the dog park the next day since he was left out of the vacation…are they the words of a still yet unbroken spy, or a growing dog dad?

When Becky has her play date at the Forger house, Twilight is still unable to fully detach himself from spy mode when forced to interact with a new person, even a child. In his smooth, subtle way, he tries to pry any potential information about the Blackbells from Becky. Interestingly, one of the questions he asks is whether her father plays with her. Compared to the questions he had asked prior about her father's business or whether they go out often, I can't see any benefit, from a spy perspective at least, about asking whether her father plays with her or not. Maybe he absentmindedly asked this because, deep down, he wants to know how other fathers are with their daughters (since he cares about his own aptitude as a father).

When Becky starts "putting the moves" on Twilight, both Twilight and Yor react as one would expect: Twilight is confused, as he typically is when he tries to find logic in the actions of children, while Yor and all her sweet naivety, finds Becky's seemingly innocent affection for Loid endearing. Since she spent a good portion of her life raising Yuri, she doesn't find anything wrong with silly child antics like that, especially since Yuri has always been overwhelmingly affectionate with her, but never in a "wrong" way (at least not from her perspective).

However, when Becky ramps things up, even Twilight begins to feel a bit uncomfortable. He starts thinking that Yor might get the "wrong" idea…perhaps something as dark as manipulating children's hearts for some sinister desire. But, while Yor trusts him more than he knows, she doesn't have nearly as much trust in her own abilities, so her first assumption when Becky mentions being drunk is that she may have done something wrong…like accidentally give a child alcohol!

When Becky finally admits that she was trying to go on a date with Loid, she's shocked that Yor's response is that she's glad so many people love Loid, since he's such a wonderful person. Again, since she's used to Yuri's outpouring admiration for her (with nothing malicious behind it), she doesn't think it's a bad thing for Becky to have similar feelings for Loid. And unlike Fiona, she knows that Loid wouldn't take the silly infatuation of a child seriously, so there's nothing to be jealous about. When Becky asks why Loid chose her, she brings up the time he complimented her on her strength after their date at the bar (since she can't tell Becky the real reason behind their marriage).

This scene implies that even though Loid may not have mentioned this particular part when "they had to have the same conversation again" the next morning, Yor still hadn't completely forgotten about it – his words must have really touched her, since she was not only able to remember them, but it's the first thing that comes to her mind when asked why Loid may have chose her to be his wife (as opposed to something simple, like being good at cleaning, which is what he had said during the Eden interview).

To be continued in Part 26 (whenever season 3 is released!)

<-Return to Part 24

#spyxfamily #sxf #spy x family #spy family #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #sxf meta #sxf analysis #loidyor #loid x yor

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forkshighschooler · 7 months

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Unveiling The Shadows

Paul Lahote x Reader

(Y/N) was a beautiful soul, but her beauty was shrouded by a veil of insecurities. She saw herself through a distorted lens, always questioning her worth and doubting her place in the world. Self-doubt followed her like a shadow, casting doubt on every interaction and coloring her perception of herself.

In the small town of La Push, where the Quileute tribe resided, (Y/N) often found solace in the natural beauty that surrounded her. Yet, even in such a tranquil setting, her insecurities persisted, a constant nagging presence that dulled her inner light.

It was on one cloudy afternoon that (Y/N)'s path crossed with Paul Lahote, a member of the Quileute tribe known for his magnetic personality and confidence. Tall, with a chiseled jawline and intense obsidian eyes, Paul seemed to have it all - charm, looks, and an air of self-assuredness that (Y/N) could only imagine possessing.

As fate would have it, (Y/N) found herself working on a community project alongside Paul, their roles aligned to tackle a shared goal - to create a more inclusive and vibrant community space. Paul's natural charisma and leadership skills were evident as he effortlessly commanded attention, guiding the team with ease.

(Y/N), on the other hand, felt small and insignificant in comparison. She couldn't help but be caught in the undertow of her insecurities, doubting her talents and fearing judgment from others. Her self-esteem eroded further with every interaction, convinced that she wasn't good enough to contribute meaningfully to the project.

One sunny afternoon, as the team took a break from their work, Paul caught (Y/N) sitting alone, her shoulders slumped and a distant look in her eyes. Concern etched on his face, Paul approached her, his voice filled with genuine care as he asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

The vulnerability in his voice touched a chord within (Y/N), and she found herself opening up to him. In whispered words tinged with self-doubt, she shared her insecurities, the belief that she didn't belong or deserve a place within the community project.

Paul's expression softened, his eyes conveying an understanding that went beyond mere words. He gently reached out to hold (Y/N)'s trembling hand, a gesture meant to assure her that she was not alone.

"You have so much to offer," he said softly. "Your kindness, your compassion, and your dedication are invaluable. You deserve to be here just as much as anyone else. Don't sell yourself short."

In that moment, something began to shift within (Y/N). Paul's words seeped into her heart, chipping away at the walls of self-doubt. It was as if he held a mirror up to her soul, reflecting a truth she had long denied - her worthiness and potential.

Days turned into weeks, and Paul became (Y/N)'s unwavering support, encouraging her to embrace her strengths and conquer her insecurities. Together, they worked on the community project, side by side, creating a space that reflected the heart and soul of the town they both loved.

With Paul's unwavering belief in her, (Y/N) began to shed her insecurities like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. She discovered her voice, her talents, and, most importantly, her own self-worth. It wasn't an overnight transformation, but rather a gradual process that unfolded gently, like the petals of a flower basking in the sun's warm embrace.

And in that journey of self-discovery, (Y/N) also discovered the depths of Paul's love. He stood by her side, reminding her every day that she was worthy of all the happiness and love in the world.

Though the shadows of insecurity may still dance in the corners of (Y/N)'s mind, she now faced them with newfound strength. With Paul's love as her guiding light, (Y/N) embarked on a journey of self-acceptance, embracing her flaws and celebrating her unique beauty.

Together, they would continue to unearth the fragments of (Y/N)'s shattered self-esteem, piece by piece, until she stood tall and unbroken, confident in her own skin.

In the small town of La Push, (Y/N) and Paul's intertwined paths had begun a journey, not only to heal (Y/N)'s wounds but also to show her the iridescent beauty that lay dormant within her. And with each day, their love would shine brighter, lighting the way out of the shadows and into a world where (Y/N) could finally see herself for the incredible person she truly was.

#twilight fanfic #forkshighschooler #twilight wolfpack #twilight x reader #paul lahote x reader #twilight

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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I want to know if you can do a Garrett-x-male reader. Where the reader is a Naiad (freshwater nymph) that was founded and adopted by the Cullens as their adopted son/brother. People say that he is the kindest and most beautiful/attractive out of his siblings, and people are always surprised that he does not have a spouse or a lover, yet even his family says the same thing, to which he just replies that it's just not the right time. But in reality, he is afraid of falling in love because his last relationships either ended with the guy he loved dying or breaking his heart. So he tries to keep his distance from love. One day, when Garrett and his covenant came to the Cullen's residence, the vampire immediately set his eyes on the reader, knowing that he was his mate and falling head over heels for him. But each time he gets close to him, the reader always pushes back. After a long while, the reader breaks down, asking Garrett why he keeps pursuing him. The vampire replies about how he fell in love with him. The reader tells him that he's just going to go away like the others, but Garrett holds him, telling him he promised to stay with him to leave his side, making the reader fall in love with him. (Sorry for it being long)

❝afraid of love❞

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (M/n) is the recent adopted member of the Olympic Clan, he isn’t a vampire like the other members but instead a Naiad - or in other words a fresh water nymph. He was rescued by Doctor Carlilsle when he was found injured by some fisher men and the rest is history.

✭ twilight masterlist

In the quiet town of Forks, nestled amid the lush forests of Washington, there lived a rather unique family. Carlisle Cullen, a compassionate and knowledgeable doctor, had taken it upon himself to care for those in need. This included not only humans but also some rather extraordinary individuals. Among them was (M/n), a young male naiad, a freshwater nymph.

Years ago, when (M/n) was but a vulnerable and injured young boy, he had been discovered by Carlisle after a group of reckless fishermen had harmed him. Carlisle, with his unwavering commitment to helping those in pain, took (M/n) under his wing and raised him alongside the other remarkable children he had adopted.

The Cullen family was unlike any other in Forks, a small town where people knew each other's names and secrets. Alongside (M/n), Carlisle had adopted Edward, Jasper, Alice, Emmett, and Rosalie, each unique in their own way.

However, (M/n) stood out among his siblings, not because of his origins as a naiad, but because of his incredible kindness and willingness to engage with the humans of Forks. When he first started attending Forks High School, his fellow students were immediately struck by his gentle and sweet nature. The nickname "Forks Sweet Boy" quickly spread through the school, a testament to his reputation.

(M/n) didn't mind the nickname at all. In fact, he embraced it with a warm smile. He would often be seen chatting with classmates, offering a helping hand, or simply listening to their concerns. He had a way of making everyone feel heard and valued, a true gift that endeared him to the hearts of the townspeople.

His siblings admired (M/n)'s ability to connect with humans so effortlessly. Edward, with his telepathic abilities, often marveled at the pure intentions he sensed in his brother. Jasper, an empath, felt a sense of calm and contentment whenever he was near (M/n). Alice considered him a genuine friend and confidant. Emmett and Rosalie, though initially skeptical of having a naiad in the family, had come to love (M/n) as their own.

As the Cullen family lived their peaceful and quiet life in Forks, (M/n) continued to be the embodiment of kindness and compassion. His presence, like a cool stream in a tranquil forest, brought solace and harmony to those who had the privilege of knowing him.

Forks High School buzzed with the typical energy of a school day. In the bustling cafeteria, (M/n) found himself sitting at a table surrounded by a group of students, including the new girl, Bella Swan. He was known for his friendly and welcoming nature, always eager to make newcomers feel at ease.

As he chatted with Bella, he offered her a warm smile. "So, Bella, if you ever need help navigating this place or have any questions, just let me know. I'm here to make your transition smoother."

Bella looked genuinely grateful for his offer, appreciating the kindness radiating from the boy with bright eyes and a warm demeanor. "Thank you, (M/n). That's really sweet of you."

The other students at the table couldn't believe their eyes. (M/n) was a Cullen, part of the mysterious and enigmatic family that had captured the town's curiosity for years. They had expected him to be sitting with his siblings, not mingling with regular students.

Jessica, who had been trying to catch (M/n)'s attention, decided to take her shot. She leaned in closer, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. "You know, (M/n), you're even more attractive than your siblings. I bet your partner is very lucky."

(M/n), however, seemed oblivious to her advances. He chuckled politely. "Oh, I don't have a partner."

The revelation raised eyebrows and sparked whispers among the students, all curious about (M/n)'s relationship status. They couldn't fathom why someone so kind and attractive would be unattached.

With a serene smile, (M/n) deflected the curiosity. "It's just not the right time for me."

Just as the atmosphere at the table was growing more curious and perplexed, Edward, with his usual air of authority, approached the group. His expression was stern, his eyes locking onto (M/n).

"(M/n)," he said stiffly, "Carlisle called. We're leaving school early. He needs us all at home."

(M/n) nodded, his friendly demeanor momentarily replaced by seriousness. "Of course, Edward. Let's go."

As (M/n) rose from the table, Bella, the only one who didn't question his actions, offered him a supportive smile. She could sense there was more to (M/n) than met the eye, and she was intrigued.

The rest of the students watched in bewilderment as (M/n) and Edward along with the rest of the siblings left the cafeteria together, leaving behind a sense of mystery and a flurry of unanswered questions.

The Cullen family arrived home, their footsteps echoing through the spacious house. The atmosphere was tinged with curiosity as they all caught a whiff of a foreign vampire's scent in their home.

Carlisle and Esme were waiting in the grand living room, engaged in conversation with a tall, dark-haired vampire named Garrett. The Cullens entered the room, their eyes immediately drawn to the mysterious guest.

Carlisle, ever the gracious host, stepped forward and began introductions. "Everyone, this is Garrett. He's an old friend of mine. I'm sorry I pulled you all out of classes early, but I didn't want you to be alarmed by his scent and mistake him for a foreign vampire coming into Forks."

The Cullens nodded in understanding, their expressions relaxing as they realized the situation. However, (M/n) remained in the background, observing the newcomer with keen interest.

As Garrett and Carlisle continued their conversation with the rest of the family, (M/n) watched from afar. There was something about Garrett that piqued (M/n)'s curiosity. Their eyes met across the room, and in that instant, Garrett felt a powerful, inexplicable pull.

Unable to resist the magnetic force drawing him, Garrett excused himself from the group and approached (M/n) with a charming smile. "I know we've been introduced, but I wanted to say hello personally. My name is Garrett."

(M/n) smiled back, the corners of their eyes crinkling with warmth. "Nice to meet you, Garrett."

In a gesture of old-world chivalry, Garrett bent gracefully and kissed the back of (M/n)'s hand. The contact sent a shiver down (M/n)'s spine, and they couldn't deny the sudden connection that had formed between them.

The rest of the Cullen family watched with curiosity as the two exchanged pleasantries, unaware of the deeper connection that had instantly sparked between (M/n) and Garrett.

Garrett had been persistent in his efforts to spend more time with (M/n). He invited him on walks through the lush forest, took him to scenic spots, and even suggested romantic dinners. Yet, no matter how much effort Garrett put into pursuing (M/n), there remained an emotional distance between them.

One day, after another attempt to engage in conversation with (M/n) ended with (M/n) excusing himself, Garrett decided it was time to confront the issue. He cornered (M/n) in the garden, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

"(M/n)," Garrett began gently, "I've noticed that you've been keeping your distance from me, and I can't help but wonder why."

(M/n) hesitated for a moment before finally opening up, their voice laced with vulnerability. "Garrett, I've seen your efforts, and I want you to know that it's not because I don't appreciate them. It's just that... I can't return your feelings."

Garrett's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why not? What's holding you back?"

(M/n) took a deep breath, bracing themselves to share a painful part of their past. "Before I came to live with Carlisle, I was a naiad, a freshwater nymph, living out in the open sea. I met someone, another of my kind, and we fell in love. But one day, I had to watch as he was killed by fishermen. It was a brutal and heart-wrenching experience, and ever since then, I've been afraid to fall in love again, afraid of losing someone I care about."

Garrett's heart ached as he listened to (M/n)'s story, understanding the deep pain and fear that lingered within them. Without hesitation, he pulled (M/n) into a comforting embrace. "(M/n), I can't promise to be there forever, but I can promise that I'll cherish every moment we have together. I'll make every moment special, and I'll do my best to show you that love can also bring joy and happiness."

Tears welled up in (M/n)'s eyes as Garrett's words washed over them. They buried their face in his chest, allowing themselves to release the pent-up emotions they had been holding back for so long. Garrett held them close, offering silent support and understanding.

As (M/n) finally looked up at Garrett, their eyes met, and in that moment, all the unspoken feelings they had kept at bay surged forward. Garrett leaned in, capturing (M/n)'s lips in a tender and passionate kiss. It was a promise of love, a vow to cherish each other, and a declaration that, despite the pain of the past, their hearts were ready to embrace a new beginning.

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chaestats · 10 months

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Drabble w Seungmin from SKZ!

Request by: anon!

Warnings: loss of a family member!

Ask: "hi, i came across your blog recently and i love your work! sorry if this is a bit much for a request, but could you do something with seungmin comforting gn s/o reader after some kind of loss? a close family friend of mine passed away recently and i’ve been having a hard time so reading stuff like this has been a nice little escape :’) "

The rain pattered relentlessly against the window, a symphony of melancholy that echoed the sorrow in your heart. You stared out at the gray sky, lost in your thoughts, your tears blending seamlessly with the droplets sliding down the glass. The news of your family member's passing had hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you drowning in grief.

Unbeknownst to you, Seungmin, your beloved, had quietly entered your room. He hesitated for a moment, watching your shoulders shake with each suppressed sob. With a soft sigh, he approached you and gently placed a hand on your back. You startled, turning to find Seungmin's warm gaze fixed on you.

"Y/N," he spoke softly, his voice a soothing balm against her pain. "I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, but please know that I'm here for you. You don't have to face this alone."

Your eyes welled up with fresh tears as she met his gaze, the depth of his compassion washing over her like a comforting embrace. Seungmin pulled you into a gentle hug, allowing you to bury your ace in his shoulder as your tears flowed freely.

"I know it hurts," he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back, moving down to your waist. "And it's okay to let it out. I'll be right here, holding you through it all."

They sat in silence, the only sounds in the room the soft patter of rain and Y/N's quiet sobs. Seungmin's presence was a lifeline, grounding you amidst the storm of emotions that threatened to consume you.

After a while, as the tears began to subside, Seungmin pulled back slightly, cupping your tear-streaked face in his hands. "Remember, it's alright to lean on others when you need to. You have people who care about you, who want to help you heal."

You nodded, your gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Min. Really. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Seungmin's lips curved into a gentle smile. "You'll never have to find out. I'll be by your side, helping you find your way through this."

And true to his word, Seungmin remained a steadfast pillar of support for Y/N in the days that followed. His quiet strength and unwavering presence helped her navigate the turbulent sea of grief, reminding her that even in the darkest moments, there was a glimmer of light to guide her forward.

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👣. !!: YEONU WITH BTS ‧₊˚

⊂ YEON ✶ JIN ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕popularity - 87 / 1OO !

IT’S AN OPEN SECRET now, with Seokjin having no reason to keep it under wraps—Yeonu has always been the cherished teddy bear of the eldest member, a bond that dates back to their earliest days as trainees. Seokjin is a protective figure in Yeonu’s life. Their bond, akin to a caring friendship, developed through vulnerabilities and moments of trust. Seokjin, being nurturing by nature, earned Yeonu’s affection immediately.

YEONU REMEMBERS Seokjin's comforting words, especially one during times of hardship that remind him of the presence this hyung holds in his life: ‘I've always felt a need to look out for you, even now at the ripe old age of twenty-five. I'd do anything to make sure you're okay.’

YEONU SWEETLY reminisces about this memory, acknowledging that he would reciprocate the care shown by Seokjin. Even to this day, Seokjin helps Yeonu manage his insomnia and nightmares—from being used to visiting Yeonu’s room to sing and provide comforting cuddles that help him drift off to sleep to now staying up on calls as they talk and talk about various topics into the night.

STILL, THEIR RELATIONSHIP can’t entirely be described by sweet exchanges alone. After all, Yeonu is a part of the maknae line. He will get up to the most mischievous pranks on Seokjin, oftentimes using that cute little aegyo to get his way when others would otherwise get in trouble. Yeonu and Seokjin’s bond is that of a brotherly duo.

╰・ฅ🕸️﹕dynamic - siblings !

⊂ YEON ✶ GI ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕popularity - 88 / 1OO !

IN THE REALM of unspoken truths within BTS, one revelation stands out: Yoongi’s affinity for physical affection, despite his occasional denial. There’s a magnetic pull towards skinship, especially when prompted for moments like holding hands during filming. It’s a spectacle to behold when Yoongi swiftly maneuvers, sometimes even across the room, just to clasp Yeonu’s hand firmly, often bordering on a grip so tight that it jeopardises the younger’s blood circulation.

AMIDST TEASING, Yoongi confesses, ‘Yun’s hands are so soft,’ a nickname solely used by the older and attributing his seemingly voracious need for contact to the velvety texture of Yeonu’s hands. Yet, the truth hidden from the public gaze unravels in an unexpected twist—it’s not merely a tactile pleasure, but an anchoring mechanism for Yoongi’s nerves. Yeonu unknowingly plays a pivotal role in keeping Yoongi grounded, especially in unfamiliar or distressing scenarios.

HOWEVER, BENEATH this revelation lies Yeonu’s own bafflement. He’s the one often painted as Yoongi’s anchor, yet it’s Yoongi who, time and again, has graciously dropped everything to be by Yeonu’s side during moments of panic, offering solace and unwavering support since their days as trainees.

YEONU OFTEN PENS his description of Yoongi as his ‘Haven Hyung,’ a term that encapsulates the profound safety he finds in the elder’s presence. When distress rears its head, seeking refuge in Yoongi feels like returning to a place of comfort and familiarity—an unshakable home amid life’s tumultuous storms. It’s a symbiotic relationship that transcends the surface—a haven for both, in their own unique ways, offering compassion, grounding, and an unspoken understanding that ties them together in an unbreakable bond.

╰・ฅ🕸️﹕dynamic - cute x protective !

⊂ YEON ✶ SEOK ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕popularity - 86 / 1OO !

BEYOND THE FAÇADE of this duo’s cute interactions lies a buried secret, one that traces the roots of Yeonu’s corrupted and cheeky mindset back to his supposed ‘guardian angel,’ Jung Hoseok. A secret that was meant to remain shrouded in secrecy until Jimin, ever the mischievous soul, unveiled it on national television.

THE GENESIS OF YEONU’S descent into cheekiness stemmed from his initial compatibility with choreography—dance, an arena where he naturally excelled. This predicament thrust Hoseok into a position of companionship, spending late nights in the practice room with Yeonu through grueling sessions. Amidst the exhaustive dance rehearsals, fatigue often clouded their judgment, leading their conversations down paths that veered into incredibly personal territories.

INNOCENTLY CURIOUS, Yeonu would probe Hoseok with questions about life experiences, such as first kisses, relationships, and sought-after dating advice, often unaware of the weight of his inquiries. Hoseok, in response, would chuckle at Yeonu’s endearing naivety, ruffling his hair affectionately. Yet, these candid discussions served as a precursor to Hoseok’s ‘educational’ movie recommendations, sparking an escalation into deeper, more adult conversations.

AS A RESULT, ARMYS have been privy to the aftermath of Hoseok’s ‘corruption,’ observing the duo engage in playful innuendos and laughter at the merest suggestion of a suggestive joke. Their banter, often peppered with subtle hints, has transformed into a delightful chaos, much to the chagrin of their fellow members who are constantly plagued by their mischievous antics.

UNBEKNOWNST TO MANY, these mischievous discussions between Yeonu and Hoseok serve as the catalyst for their constant laughter and playful exchanges. Their friendship, seeded in innocent inquiries, has since blossomed into a shared realm of inside jokes and playful jabs, creating a unique bond that adds both laughter and occasional migraines to the BTS dynamic.

╰・ฅ🕸️﹕dynamic - idiot x idiot 2 !

⊂ YEON ✶ JOON ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕popularity - 90 / 1OO !

IN THE CLUSTER OF EIGHT bodies, Namjoon emerges as Yeonu’s beacon of serenity amidst the occasional chaos, a presence that soothes the younger member effortlessly. Yeonu’s admiration for their leader manifests in a manner that has him gravitating naturally towards Namjoon’s side, often without the older needing to lift a finger.

THE ROOTS OF THIS RELATIONSHIP may delve into multiple facets. Firstly, there’s a hint that Yeonu may possess a subtle size kink, an unspoken fascination with Namjoon’s towering stature. He’s often found in the older’s proximity, succumbing to a tender melting sensation triggered even by the simplest of gestures—like Namjoon resting his chin atop Yeonu’s head, a gesture amplified by the height difference. To Namjoon, Yeonu is akin to his ‘little teddy bear,’ much like the younger’s bond shared with Seokjin.

THE DEPTH OF THEIR CONNECTION extends beyond mere physical proximity. Namjoon’s habit of consulting Yeonu before anyone else in the group, inviting him for walks or museum visits, holds profound significance. Yeonu recognises the importance of alone time for Namjoon and cherishes these moments, relishing the chance to spend time with their leader outside the realm of work commitments.

WHAT MANY PERCEIVE AS A one-sided adoration isn’t entirely accurate. Yeonu’s apparent ‘simp’ status for Namjoon finds reciprocation in the older’s understated displays of affection. Namjoon, inherently reserved, doesn't seek grand public gestures but values the quieter, intimate moments they share away from prying eyes.

AS OVERTLY SMITTEN AS YEONU may appear, the sentiment is reciprocated, as Namjoon harbours an equal level of adoration, albeit conveyed through his unique and understated manner. It’s an unspoken, soulmate-worthy connection, a silent symphony of mutual admiration, and respect—the kind that flourishes in the subtlest yet most profound gestures between two kindred souls.

╰・ฅ🕸️﹕dynamic - mutual pining !

⊂ YEON ✶ MIN ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕popularity - 99 / 1OO !

JIMIN AND YEONU share a dynamic that is as unique and multifaceted as their individual personalities. From their playful banter to their deep mutual understanding, their bond has captivated fans worldwide, earning them the endearing nickname “Yeonmin.”

AT THE HEART OF their relationship lies a deep-rooted understanding forged through years of experiences, both on and off stage. They are each other’s confidants, each other’s biggest cheerleaders, and each other’s partners in crime. Their playful teasing and lighthearted humour masks a profound connection, evident in the way they anticipate the other’s thoughts and unspoken emotions.

THEIR DYNAMIC IS a creative partnership that has fueled their artistic growth. They inspire each other, pushing creative boundaries and challenging each other to explore new depths. Their onstage synergy is palpable, their synchronised movements and complementary styles creating a mesmerising spectacle.

THEIR RELATIONSHIP is not without its challenges, of course, as any close friendship would be. Differences in personality and occasional disagreements are inevitable, but they navigate these moments with maturity and understanding. Their ability to resolve conflicts and emerge stronger highlights the depth of their bond.

IN ESSENCE, JIMIN AND Yeonu’s dynamic is a testament to the power of human connection. They have found genuity, support, and inspiration in each other, creating a bond that transcends all boundaries. Their friendship is a beacon of hope, reminding people of the transformative power of human connection and the enduring strength of love.

╰・ฅ🕸️﹕dynamic - ride or die !

⊂ YEON ✶ V ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕popularity - 98 / 1OO !

THE BOND BETWEEN Taehyung and Yeonu exists as a silent symphony of unspoken sentiments and heartfelt connections, leaving an air of mystery that tantalises curious observers. Their relationship, a beautiful blend of secrets and soft truths, often presents a subtle yet compelling narrative that whispers of a deeper understanding.

THEIR INTERACTIONS speak volumes in the nuanced language of intimacy, where stolen glances and lingering touches paint a portrait of closeness. There's an effortless harmony in the way they engage, a dance of playful banter punctuated by moments of unguarded vulnerability that hints at a deep bond.

THEIR EFFORTLESS synchronisation adds to the enigma, leaving fans in a state of awe and curiosity. Whether it's their seamless coordination during performances or the whispered conversations shared backstage, their chemistry ignites a flame, sparking questions about the nature of their closeness.

THE TENDER GESTURES, such as Taehyung offering his jacket to Yeonu or the way Yeonu’s smile softens when Taehyung speaks, create an aura of intimacy, inviting speculation about a relationship that might transcend the ordinary.

IN THE LABYRINTH OF mysteries, Taehyung and Yeonu’s relationship remains a captivating tale woven with threads of endearing moments, vulnerability, and an inexplicable closeness that continues to mesmerise and captivate those who seek to unravel the intriguing depths of their remarkable bond.

╰・ฅ🕸️﹕dynamic - serotonin x serotonin lover !

⊂ YEON ✶ GUK ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕popularity - 89 / 1OO !

YEONU IS THE ONE to coin the whole ‘roundie’ concept for Jeongguk that is used by ARMYs everywhere today. It was an understandable thing during their pre-debut era—Jeongguk was small, young and absolutely adorable with his sweet doe eyes that would often shy away from Yeonu and the others, but Yeonu also understood the sentiment of a new environment, even if not in the exact same way as Jeongguk may be experiencing these feelings.

THEY WOULD TALK often. Maybe it’s because Yeonu was closest to him in age other than Taehyung, but there was this inviting aura of openness that radiated from Yeonu, as if Jeongguk could talk about anything with him. And he did. They would talk about Jeongguk’s feelings towards moving to Seoul to train or Yeonu’s familiarity with the neighbourhood after being here for a longer period. Sometimes, they would even delve into topics of manhood, discussing things they enjoy that perhaps isn’t seen as ‘manly’ but that they still like to indulge in.

THEIR INSEPARABLE bond soon became evident to the rest of the group. They were often seen laughing together, engrossed in conversations, or sharing reassuring glances during practices and performances. This evolved to Jeongguk clinging by Yeonu’s side every chance that he got, seeking his warmth and teasing him for his short height from time to time and swallowing him whole during hugs.

OVER THE YEARS, Jeongguk has become protective in his own little ways. He’s aware of all the hatred and judgements that Yeonu has had to endure—probably the most out of all of them. He had thought about it, knowing he would never be brave enough to face the things that Yeonu has endured, and so to make his life easier, more bearable, Jeongguk tries in every way to make him smile. Jeongguk is Yeonu’s anchor as Yeonu is Jeongguk’s.

╰・ฅ🕸️﹕dynamic - best friends !

💬 — YEONU’S TAGLIST.

@anqelws , @vizianary , @kaitieskidmore97 , @sann1e

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mayhem-things · 10 months

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This one shot was requested by:

@tilldeathripsusapart

Øystein has flashbacks of his ex band member Pelle but his girlfriend y/n comforts him

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Øystein sat in his dimly lit room, the weight of the memories still heavy on his shoulders. Y/N, ever the understanding presence, sat beside him on the bed, their hands gently intertwined. She knew he needed space, but she also knew he needed her by his side.

"I'm so sorry you have to see me like this," Øystein murmured, his voice barely audible, filled with both gratitude and self-blame. He tried his best to hide his face, turning away.

"Don't be sorry" Y/N said softly. "I'm here because I want to be. We're in this together, remember?"

He nodded, appreciating her unwavering support. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being the rain tapping against the windowpane.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Y/N asked gently, knowing that sometimes, voicing the pain could help ease the burden.

He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's just... sometimes the memories of Pelle come back so vividly, and I feel helpless all over again. He was like a brother to me, and I couldn't save him." It was a statement, admitting his trust for y/n. He never told anyone of his true feelings lungering inside him. Euronymous often claimed he had no friends, no feelings and no pity for anyone yet y/n could see through this facade.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and his girlfriend wiped them away with her thumb, offering a tender smile.

"You can't blame yourself, Øystein. You did everything you could. Mental health struggles are complex, and it's not your fault. Pelle knew you cared about him deeply."

Øystein leaned into her touch, seeking comfort in her warmth and understanding. "I miss him so much. It's like a never-ending ache in my heart."

Even for her this reaction was surprising, not expecting such true felt thoughts behind those beautiful eyes. It was like he had a soft spot reserved for y/n's eyes only.

She couldn't resist and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.

"It's okay to miss him. Grief takes time, and it's okay to feel all these emotions. I'm here to listen and support you."

With her encouragement, Øystein began to share memories of Pelle – the laughter they had shared about scaring strangers on the street, the dreams they had woven together, and the music they had created, a whole new genre not available for the public. He spoke of the pain he felt when he found him, the guilt that gnawed at him for not taking the signs serious. Euronymous knew about his thoughts and mental health, however he never could have imagined he actually would do it.

Y/N listened attentively, letting him express his feelings without judgment. She understood that sometimes, words alone weren't enough, so she held him tight, offering a silent understanding that conveyed more than any spoken language ever could.

As Øystein continued to open up, he felt a sense of relief washing over him. It was as if each memory shared lightened the burden he carried within. Y/N's presence and acceptance were like a balm for his wounded suffering soul.

In the quietude of the room, their connection grew stronger, a deep bond forged through vulnerability and compassion. He knew he was not alone in his pain; he had Y/N by his side, holding him up when he felt like crumbling.

With his girlfriend giving him a sense of strength, Øystein looked into her eyes, gratitude and love shining through. She had been his rock, guiding him through the darkness and reminding him that he was worthy of love and healing.

Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. It was a kiss filled with unspoken emotions, a tender exchange of solace and support. In that moment, they found solace in each other, knowing that together, they could weather any storm.

As they pulled back from the kiss, Y/N smiled softly, her eyes shimmering with understanding. "We'll get through this together, Øystein. I promise."

He nodded, a sense of hope rekindling within him. With Y/N's love, he knew he could face the past and find a way to heal. They held each other close, finding strength in their shared embrace, ready to face whatever challenges life threw their way. In the sanctuary of Euro's room, they had found a sanctuary in each other's hearts.

Knowing they're not alone.

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aspiringsophrosyne · 1 year

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A Sailor And a Gentleman: Critical Role Campaign 2 And The Misguided Urge to Run.

I'm planning on some in-depth Campaign 2 talk in anticipation of the animated series, but you can only do it in pieces.

Because Campaign 2 of Critical Role, three quarters by accident and a quarter by design, is a beautifully and surprisingly thematically consistent story.

For now, let's look at one of the themes that comes up consistently throughout the Mighty Nein's story that's easy to miss. And that is members of the Nein being tempted to or preparing to run from the group despite either wanting to stay or it being worse for them if they leave.

Spoilers for all of Campaign 2 abound.

Yasha

Now, Yasha is a unique case; she was absent so often mainly due to Ashley's regrettably inconsistent presence at the table. However, intentions are not the focus here. Today we're talking about results. And honestly, how amazing the results became, all considering.

Intentional or not, the theme is more prevalent for Yasha than for some of the others. Before the confrontation at the Cathedral, Yasha flits in and out of the Nein's adventure. She leaves. She comes back. She leaves again. And we can infer that she was also like this when she was with the circus. Molly certainly never seems surprised when she disappears or reappears. But when she's consistently a part of the group, her past is finally confronted and eventually overcome, to the point where she can ultimately start to heal from it. And even fall in love again.

Caleb

In Caleb's story, this is as prevalent a theme as it is in Yasha's, if not more so. Hobo wizard's ready to run from almost the word go. And given his backstory, that's not surprising. Liam makes it obvious for us at home; shortly before the battle of Glory Run changes everything, Caleb spends his watch talking to himself, trying to psych himself up to leave. Telling himself that no one in the group can help him, and even if opening up to Beau and Nott wasn't a mistake, it won't do anything for him in the long run.

Caleb ultimately decides to stay. Not only that, but it's in traveling with the Nein that he begins to heal, to do good, and to walk towards a kind of redemption. By the end of the story, Caleb is one of the fiercest advocates for the Nein, for the love they have found between themselves, and for their finally becoming nine. And even if it came from a place of practicality (Liam has spoken on Talks Machina about the moment Caleb shared with Essek where the latter was revealed to be a traitor as, if nothing else, an effort to keep a lid on anything that would interfere with the peace talks the Nein were trying to facilitate) Caleb's compassion for Essek inspired him to become a better man than he had been. Which directly leads to his assisting the Nein in saving Exandria.

Beau

In contrast, Beau is less flighty than either Yasha or Caleb and is notably one of the biggest supporters of staying together from the get-go. Her stubborn and unwavering conviction in rescuing Jester, Fjord, and Yasha, alongside her honest and touching eulogy for Mollymauk, goes a long way toward rallying the group to its reunification. She's notable in that, despite her prickly and near-constant cynical attitude, she was one of the few members of the Nein who seemed to enjoy being a part of the group from the start.

Then came her (to quote Matt) asshole dad. And Isharnei.

Even before any other options were brought up with her or considered, Beau offered to walk away from the Nein. She offered to give up the place where she finally felt loved and appreciated: where Beau felt like she belonged. And she did this partially (as Beau makes clear later and Marisha talks about between episodes) because she expected to eventually lose it. Nothing good could last. Because for her, nothing good ever had.

Nott

This is a less obvious and clear-cut case because Nott's abandoning her family was less of a willing choice. She didn't want to leave and always planned to return to her family. Just, hopefully, as herself.

That said, until the Nein were called upon to rescue her husband, Nott was planning to keep her distance. To limit her direct contact with her family for fear of drawing danger to them or being rejected by them.

Only to discover that her family would've accepted her as she was.

Fjord

Travis has said on the Wrap Up and Talks that Fjord would repeatedly consider running off and unlocking those seals or if Avantika had gotten away with the Cloven Crystal, split from the group to chase after her. Interestingly enough, if he had left for either of those reasons, he would've been the second sailor who left a Lavorre woman named after a corundum, to both his and her detriment.

Molly

Taliesin has said on Talks that Molly had considered robbing everybody and making a break for it. He was a carnie swindler, after all.

(Although it's interesting to consider deeper character reasons for this. See also: Kingsley stealing a ship the Nein totally would've given him and sailing off into the sunset.)

And it's not just the Nein. Let's look at Beau's and Jester's dads.

The Gentleman

Jester's father fell in love with the famed Ruby of the Sea and considered himself not good enough for her. To remedy that, he left her, hoping to make himself a better man on the sea. To eventually return, worthy of her affections.

That is, tragically, not how things worked out.

And while Jester's mother and father have reunited and reconciled, it would've saved Jester and her parents a lot of heartache and time if Babenon Dosal had stayed despite his misgivings. If he had, he would've escaped the life of the Gentleman. And not only that, he would've been loved by two damn fine women. He would've gotten to raise his daughter.

Thoreau Lionett

Beau's father's story is eerily similar. Instead of courting Beau's mother as he was, in order to secure her love, he went to Isharnei to seek guidance. And yes, she gave him advice that made him his fortune. But she left him with a prophecy that would lead to years of misery for the rest of his family. If not for him as well. So much of the Lionett family's unhappiness could've been avoided had Thoreau pursued Clara regardless of his status or finances.

And you can even make an argument for Caduceus' family.

The Clays

You could say the Clays' leaving to restore the wood (or at least the way they went about it; individually or in pairs) was a bad idea. Not only did it prove fruitless in the intervening years, and not only did it put them in a position where they could've been destroyed beyond hope of revival, but it left Cad on his own for a decade, with no way of getting help for them or for himself.

These are just examples off the top of my head, but taking all this together, you could argue that one incidental moral of the Mighty Nein's story is: don't try to handle your trauma alone. Don't try to handle your burdens all by yourself. Don't run off because you think you don't deserve help, you do. People are better and can be better when they work together.

And also the Critical Role table is better when everybody is sitting at it playing together.

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In a bustling city, two souls found themselves walking down the same street, completely unaware of the beautiful connection that awaited them. One was a transgender girl named Lily, who exuded confidence and grace with every step she took. The other was a gay man named Alex, who radiated kindness and warmth with his charming smile.

It was a sunny afternoon when fate intervened and their paths crossed. Lily was on her way to a café, lost in her thoughts, when she accidentally bumped into Alex while checking her phone. Startled by the collision, they both apologized, their eyes meeting for a brief moment that felt like an eternity.

In that instant, something magical sparked between them. Lily, intrigued by Alex's vibrant energy, couldn't help but smile. Alex, captivated by Lily's beauty and authenticity, felt an inexplicable pull towards her. They exchanged a few words, sharing laughter and small talk, and decided to have a cup of coffee together.

Over cups of steaming coffee, Lily and Alex discovered a deep connection that transcended their shared identities. They spoke about their dreams, their fears, and the challenges they had faced as members of the LGBTQ+ community. Their stories intertwined seamlessly, as they found solace in each other's understanding and acceptance.

As the days turned into weeks, their bond grew stronger. Lily and Alex spent countless hours exploring the city together, hand in hand, creating memories that would last a lifetime. They celebrated each other's victories and provided unwavering support during moments of doubt.

Their love blossomed like a vibrant garden, filled with acceptance, respect, and admiration. Lily, with her unwavering strength and resilience, became Alex's pillar of support, empowering him to embrace his true self without fear. Alex, with his unwavering love and compassion, became Lily's safe haven, reminding her that she was worthy of love and happiness.

Their love story was not without its challenges. They faced adversity and prejudice from the world around them, but their love proved to be stronger than any obstacle. Lily and Alex stood together, resilient and united, breaking down barriers and fighting for acceptance and equality.

Years passed, and their love only grew deeper. Lily and Alex became beacons of hope and inspiration for the LGBTQ+ community, sharing their story and spreading love wherever they went. Their love was a testament to the power of embracing one's true self and the beauty of finding love in unexpected places.

And so, their love story continues, evolving and thriving with each passing day. Lily and Alex, two souls who met on a busy street, are living proof that love knows no boundaries, no labels, and no restrictions.

They are a reminder that true love is found when we open our hearts and embrace the beauty of diversity.

My first note here, share your thoughts 💞🏳️‍⚧️✌️

#transgender #cute #welcome home #cats #pets

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fratboykate · 1 year

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No! Papi! Don’t look at the buzz cut, look at me *dangles pocket watch in a hypnotizing motion* repeat after me: you neeeed to give us bgau 5yrs after snippet. Flo’s hair is still attached to her head. Everything will be fine

But also Netflix needs to get their shit in gear. Good luck bending them to your will

Y'all are so ridiculous lmao. Here's 2.5k words that are probably equal parts angst and domesticity. This is five years post divorce.

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Yelena sits at a high-end restaurant, sharing her table with a captivating black woman whose radiant smile and crown of ebony curls exude a natural beauty. Their laughter fills the air, a reflection of the deep intimacy and ease that comes with dating for over a year.

With her effortless charm and resilience, Monica Rambeau instantly captured Yelena's heart. The subtle lines on her face tell a story of strength forged through life's trials. What binds these two together goes beyond words. Yelena and Monica share a profound understanding of each other's pain and trauma, an unspoken connection that weaves their lives together. They both carry the weight of loss, have walked the path of military service, and possess a disciplined nature. Yelena's enigmatic allure and sharp intellect fits in perfect harmony with Monica's indomitable spirit and boundless compassion for others. Yelena, often guarded, finds solace in Monica's unwavering support, while Monica draws strength from Yelena's fierce loyalty. They innately understand each other's pain and trauma, creating an unspoken bond that allows them to build a fulfilling life. Together, they’ve envisioned years overflowing with love and commitment. Yelena and Monica have decided to embrace the long haul, fully invested in creating a future, and ready to weather any storm that comes their way.

Yelena takes a delicate sip of her vodka sour, the liquid tang dancing on her tongue, and she can't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity that came out of her partner’s mouth.

"Nic, you did not say that to a four-star general. I don't believe you."

"He was so stunned he didn't even know how to respond."

"And you still walked away with the case assignment?"

"Absolutely. Once he realized I had him cornered, he had no choice but to give in."

Their laughter fills the air, their connection crackling with energy and warmth. But the moment is interrupted when Yelena's phone buzzes in her pocket, pulling her attention away. She retrieves it, glancing at the urgent text message that flashes across the screen: "Emergency at the Bishop property."

"Sorry," Yelena apologizes, her focus shifting entirely to her phone as she begins to type a response.

“Everything okay?” her girlfriend asks, concern etching her features.

A reply message pops up, and Yelena's skin drains of color. Swiftly, she rises from her seat, retrieves her wallet, and drops a few hundred in cash on the table.

"One of Kate's crazies broke into the house while she was there.”

"Oh my god! Is she okay?"

"I don't know. I need to go handle this."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course," Monica replies, her worry evident.

Leaning in, Yelena gently presses her lips against her girlfriend's, a tender farewell.

"I'll be home as soon as I can."

Monica cups Yelena’s face with her hand and delicately caresses her cheek with her thumb.

"Please be safe."

"Always."

Yelena steals one final kiss before rushing to the door.

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The flashing red and blue lights of patrol cars cast an eerie glow, reflecting off the sleek facade of the mansion. They pulse with a sense of urgency as a few dozen members of Yelena's security team and police remain scattered around the premises. Yelena arrives quickly enough that they haven't even driven the intruder away yet. Her eyes lock onto the disheveled figure in the back of the patrol car, his face marked with bruises and tears mixing with snot as they stream down his cheeks.

Yelena's steps boom against the driveway's paving bricks with a determined cadence, underscoring the fury simmering within her. She marches purposefully towards the spot where Clint Barton, the man responsible for overseeing the night shifts, engages in conversation with another guard. The sheer intensity radiating from Yelena is palpable, causing the other bodyguard to grimace, excuse himself, and hastily retreat from the impending storm.

"What the hell happened?" Yelena demands, her voice tight with anger.

"I'm not sure. It looks like the guy broke in through the back, near the guest house.”

"What do you mean you're not sure? Check the damn footage."

"Ma'am, that camera has been down for over a week. Records say we put in the repair request, but the techs haven’t come yet.”

An irate growl builds in Yelena's throat.

"So we have a blind spot, and instead of assigning someone to cover it until it's fixed, you simply left it unattended?"

"No, ma'am. Kaplan has been back there for days, but he went on his lunch break."

"And no one replaced him?"

"We're down two men today, so we didn't have the bodies. There's a flu going around. Richards and Lang called out sick."

“Then you call the office and you have them pull from somewhere else! We have guys on call for this specific reason. You don't leave this property or team short. EVER. Am I clear?"

"Yes, ma'am. I did try to..."

Yelena's focus is abruptly shattered as another body collides into hers with unyielding force. Even before she lays eyes on Kate, she catches a whiff of that familiar perfume, stirring unwanted nostalgia and longing inside her. It's been far too long since they've been this close, yet the effect remains undeniable.

Kate clings to Yelena with a desperate grip, seeking comfort and security in her arms. The blonde adjusts her position within Kate’s arms, turning to face the younger woman directly. Their eyes lock. The instant blue and green meet, it’s as if a dam has burst and a torrent of sobs spills from Kate's trembling form, the weight of her emotions breaking through the surface.

"Hey…Hey…You okay?" Yelena's voice is tinged with concern, her gaze searching for answers.

“I heard your voice. Inside. I heard it…You came.” Kate manages to utter between tears, her voice filled with relief and vulnerability.

“Of course I came. Of course.” Kate's grip tightens around Yelena. Yelena responds by enveloping the brunette in her arms, holding her closer with tender strength. "Is Eli on his way?"

Kate's head shakes against Yelena's chest, tears staining the fabric of her shirt.

"He's in Edinburgh. He's on set, shooting the sequel to his stupid alien movie until June.”

Yelena lets out a sigh.

"I'm calling in more bodies, at least until he comes back. You'll be safe."

Kate looks up at Yelena.

"Can you stay?" Kate asks, her voice soft and small. “Please."

Yelena hesitates for a moment while surveying Kate’s distressed face. With a resolute nod, Yelena reaches out and tenderly takes Kate's hand in her own, their fingers involuntarily intertwining as if guided by an invisible force. Neither of them notices the subtle gesture, too consumed by the moment's graveness and the need to protect and be protected.

With their hands entwined, they move forward, stepping across the entryway and into the house's safety.

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Yelena steps inside the house, her first time crossing its threshold in five long years. Memories of joy, pleasure, and heartache rush back. It looks different now, the decor changed, but familiar elements still evoke a bittersweet sense of nostalgia. The space is both foreign and strangely familiar, leaving Yelena with conflicting emotions. She's somehow trapped in a paradox. She feels a sense of displacement, like a visitor in her own past, yet there’s also an undeniable feeling that she somehow belongs here, even after all this time.

As Kate settles on the couch, her body curled up protectively, Yelena gracefully lowers herself to a squat, positioning herself at eye level with the younger woman. Their eyes meet, and Yelena's concern deepens.

"Are you okay?"

"I turned around and he was...there."

Kate’s voice trembles as she responds. Yelena shakes her head almost imperceptibly, regret and guilt shadowing her expression.

"Kate, I'm so sorry. This should've never happened. It's my fault. I haven't been checking in on your team enough. I dropped the ball. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Kate's response is immediate, her voice filled with conviction as she counters Yelena's self-blame.

"It is. I take full responsibility, and if you decide to find other security options, I completely understand."

A soft sigh escapes Kate's lips, and she reaches out to gently touch Yelena's arm.

"I'm not sure how many times you're going to make me say this, but I’ll say it again…you're the only person I trust with this.” Kate’s words carry a reassuring sincerity that resonates deeply with Yelena.

"A guy just broke into your house under my watch."

"Not yours. Not specifically."

"You know what I mean."

Yelena's attention drifts towards the kitchen, her eyes catching the telltale signs of a panicked struggle. The scene sends a surge of rage coursing through her veins. She clenches her fists, her jaw tightening as she imagines the terrifying encounter that took place in this very spot.

The remnants of a halfway-finished meal sit abandoned on the counter, a stark reminder of the interrupted peace and normalcy that once filled the room. The scattered utensils and overturned chairs bear witness to the chaotic confrontation between Kate and the intruder. Yelena's mind races, trying to piece together the sequence of events that unfolded, her protective instincts sharpening.

"Were you making dinner?” Kate nods. "I'll make you something."

"It's fine. I'm not hungry anymore."

Yelena refuses to accept Kate's dismissal.

"Something small. Tell me what you want. I’ll make it for you."

The faintest of smiles tugs at the corner of Kate's lips, but her refusal remains steadfast.

“Yel, I’m really not hungry."

They both fail to register the intimacy of the nickname Kate used. Yelena looks at Kate with concern, her brow furrowing slightly and leans closer.

"That chicken strawberry salad you like?” Yelena suggests, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “You always have stuff around to make that."

A small chuckle escapes Kate's lips offering momentary respite from the tension that hangs in the air.

"That's what I was making."

Yelena's smirk widens into a playful grin as their eyes lock in a lingering stare.

"You're nothing if not a creature of habit, Kate Bishop. I have to make a call first and then I'll get on it. Okay?"

With a silent nod, Kate accepts Yelena's offer. Yelena rises, her movements purposeful, and takes a step back, turning towards the living room and kitchen meeting point in the open floor plan. She retrieves her phone from her pocket, her fingers moving swiftly to dial a familiar number. Her voice remains steady and focused as she brings the phone to her ear, masking the underlying emotions.

"Hey...yeah. Yeah. Things are fine...mostly. Yeah...No. I'm probably not coming home tonight. I have to...I have to stay...I'm sorry. There's a lot to deal with over here. I'll make it up to you...I know. I love you too. Bye."

When Yelena turns, Kate's energy feels different, almost palpably so. The call catches her off guard and her previously softened demeanor shifts. At that moment, her body tenses up, and her expression becomes guarded. The realization that Yelena has a partner, someone she didn't even know existed, hits Kate like a punch to the gut. It leaves her feeling unsettled, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and maybe even a hint of betrayal.

"I didn't know you were with someone. I don't want to make it awkward or get you in trouble or...I don't know."

Yelena thought she had walked away far enough for Kate not to overhear her, but her voice must have carried more than she anticipated. Yelena's lips subtly curl upwards as her eyes meet Kate’s.

"You're not."

"You can go. I don't want to keep you from...anything."

Yelena shakes her head as she removes her blazer. In a familiar motion, she neatly drapes it over the back of a nearby breakfast stool, a ritual ingrained in their shared history. It's a small, seemingly insignificant moment, yet it carries a weight of familiarity and comfort between them. The sight evokes memories of countless evenings spent together around that same kitchen island, engaged in deep conversations that stretched late into the night. During those quiet moments, their connection blossomed as they shared their dreams, fears, and secrets with one another. The kitchen became a sanctuary, a space where they could be completely forthcoming and vulnerable, finding serenity in each other's presence. The years now seem to fade away, transporting them back to a time when their lives seamlessly merged into one. Despite the circumstances and the distance that has grown between them, it’s evident that old habits die hard for these two.

"She's used to it. You're not the only one of my clients who has a crisis every so often."

"Right."

"And I think I should also say ‘congratulations’." Yelena points at the giant engagement ring on Kate's hand. "That's an impressive rock.”

"I designed it."

"Wouldn't expect anything else."

Kate's gaze drifts downward, fixated on her thighs. After a moment of silence, she finally speaks.

"I guess we both found our people."

It's easier to say this than to admit the weight of the secret that Kate carries. Merely a week ago, Kate called off her engagement with Eli before he left to shoot his latest film project. The ring on her finger remains, a constant reminder of another failed relationship. It’s a symbol of a shattered commitment she's not yet ready to confront. It's easier to keep it on, avoiding the questions and judgment that would follow its removal.

"I guess we did...I'll make you some food."

Kate nods in gratitude, silently thanking Yelena for the familiar tradition of the blonde making food for the younger woman in moments of turmoil. As Yelena skillfully maneuvers around the kitchen, Kate watches her with a hint of admiration. The clatter of utensils, the sizzle of ingredients, and the rhythmic sounds of Yelena’s cooking fill the air, creating a soothing soundtrack that drowns out the worries of the world. This cocoon of domesticity temporarily shields them from the chaos and uncertainty that looms just beyond the door.

#kate x yelena #yelena x kate #kate bishop #yelena belova #bishova #bishlova #kybgau #kybgaup #anonymous #answers

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violentlyexplosive · 4 months

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Get to know your Tav!

OK SO I DIDN'T NOTICE @piipaw HAD TAGGED ME IN THIS UNTIL *JUST NOW* WHOOPS

(A silly little picrew courtesy of @crowesn to show their more "canonical" appearance)

(How they look in-game)

(O)Leander | Half-Elf (Drow) | Oath of Vengeance Paladin (former Cleric of Lolth, eventual Cleric of Eilistraee) | He/They/It | Age: 45-55 (he lost track of time, whoops)

What is your Tav’s…

Favorite Weapon: Knife of the Undermountain King for lore reasons (advantage on attacks against obscured targets, like duh,) and a shield, but in-game I tend to gravitate more towards greatswords :p

Style of Combat: Sneak up, boss the party members around until the enemies are surrounded, and go in for a surprise attack.

Most Prized Possession: The bones of their undead cat named Shrimp, basically an enchanted summon. She helps him navigate :3c

Deepest Desire: To get revenge, both for themself and everyone else they deem deserving.

Guilty Pleasure: Swimming. Sweet treats. Getting to disembowl evil Lolth-Sworn Drow.

Best-Kept Secret: LONELY. HE ACHES WITH IT.

Greatest Strength: Unwavering sense of justice and duty, strong moral compass.

Fatal Flaw: STRONG MORAL COMPASS. Something of a burgeoning god complex, and is willing to decide between a person's life and death in the name of his Oath. Yikes.

Favorite Smell: Probably fire. Burning wood, Sacred Flame, burning flesh, you name it.

Favorite Spell or Cantrip: Can never go wrong with a good Searing Smite. And Guiding Bolt (when it fucking hits, anyway.)

Pet Peeve: People assuming they're stupid or helpless because they're blind.

Bad Habit: Gets a little single-minded at times, and loses sight of everything else (i.e. consequences, people's feelings, etc.)

Hidden Talent: Plays the viola (not the violin, make this misconception and he will be Grumpy.)

Leisure Activity: Reading (with the help of magic, of course,) and exercising.

Favorite Drink: Hot drinks: Tea. Cold drinks: Beer.

Comfort Food: SOUP. LIQUIFY LITERALLY ANYTHING AND HE'LL EAT IT LIKE HE'S AT A 5 STAR RESTAURANT.

Favorite Person: Astarion, simply because they (ironically enough) found him to be the most agreeable person when their journey began. And of course as time went on they became actual friends/partners. Second place tho has gotta go to Jaheira. M'boy has mommy issues.

Favored Display of Affection (platonic and/or romantic): (platonic) You know when guys, like, grab each others' hands before going in for a hug? Like, specifically the hand grab. But only if he's wearing gloves.

(romantic) Likes to put their hand on Astarion's hip, maybe wrap their arm around his waist. Gentlemanly gestures, if you will (do not be fooled, he is not a gentleman, whatsoever.)

Fondest Childhood Memory: When he and his mother were still close, and she'd play with his hair while singing him to sleep.

Tags (mostly just people who's content I greatly enjoy, rather than mutuals, since I'm pretty late to the trend here lol):

@miraculan-draws @promtease @velnna @mooreaux @nat20composure

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 tav #tav #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate tav #get to know your tav #if anyone i know irl comes at me for this being a massive self-insert I'll cry you've been warned

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dukeofdogs · 1 year

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Vilgefortz

Chest 1: Vilgefortz did not need absolute power to be corrupted absolutely. Indeed, the mere pursuit of such a thing was more than enough to warp him beyond redemption. For reasons unknown, and driven by an unwavering desire to achieve his soaring ambitions, Vilgefortz sought to elevate himself to a god-like status, and was utterly consumed by this vision. To do this, he was convinced that he needed the Elder Blood, which just so happened to flow through the veins of a certain ashen-haired Child Surprise. Unfortunately for the megalomaniacal mage, the descendant of Lara Dorren had an entourage of formidable and ruthlessly loyal allies, and Vilgefortz met his grim fate at the end of a witcher’s sword.

Chest 2: Vilgefortz had never truly felt empathy. To him, it was a concept as alien as the most distant stars in the night sky. He had, however, perceived it in others, and saw clearly its significance within a social context. Reflecting upon the importance of such a skill, he concluded it would be beneficial for him to harness the power of empathy, so he may use it to his advantage. Thus, he studied it, closely observing how compassion and sympathy were used to form relations, bolster friendships, and⁠—most importantly to the mage⁠⁠—how they could be used to manipulate others. He mimicked what he saw, practiced his performance, and perfected his routine. Soon enough, he could maneuver the emotions of others as fluidly as he could wield a staff or shape the element of fire. As if simply pulling at the strings of a marionette, he turned his acquaintances into obedient puppets. Tethered to their master by an unwavering loyalty⁠, many of his underlings were compelled to commit atrocious acts on Vilgefortz’s behalf, with some even willingly sacrificing themselves to further the mage’s cause.

Chest 3: During his long stint as a mercenary, Vilgefortz traveled to the far corners of the world, assimilating the ways of various cultures and mastering an array of exotic weaponry⁠—including his favorite of all: the quarterstaff. A formidable fighter in his own right, the mercenary’s capabilities only flourished as he was indoctrinated in the ways of magic. Drawing upon the elemental planes, he would imbue his staff with the power of chaos. With a quick flick of the wrist, his weapon would hit with the full force of a battering ram, while remaining as light as a wisp of smoke. Moreover, he would use magic to achieve near-perfect precision and to hone his reflexes to split-second reactions. With this in mind, one should take pity upon all the fools who were unfortunate enough to challenge Vilgefortz in hand-to-hand combat, for the outcome of the bout would have surely been determined long before the first⁠—and often last⁠—blow of the mage’s staff landed.

Scroll 1: Vilgefortz of Roggeveen was an exceptionally powerful mage, a veteran of the Battle of Sodden Hill, and a member of the Chapter of Wizards—at least, until its dissolution in the bloody aftermath of the Thanedd Coup, of which he was a prime instigator.

Scroll 2: Strikingly handsome, devilishly intelligent, and skilled beyond his years, Vilgefortz commanded the admiration and respect of all those who knew him. It’s no surprise that many of his peers were envious of his fortunate position, yet, for him, these attributes were not nearly enough to sate his lofty aspirations. He wanted far, far more.

Scroll 3: Indeed, Vilgefortz was a vehemently ambitious man; his actions largely dictated by an unrelenting drive to become the most powerful being in the world⁠—and perhaps across all space and time, if one could even fathom such an authority.

Scroll 4: In order to pursue this all-consuming desire, the mage made a pact with the Nilfgaardian Emperor, promptly betrayed his countrymen and kin, and slaughtered all those who dared halt his progress. Alas, Vilgefortz made one too many enemies on the path towards ultimate power and his past sins soon caught up with him.

#gwent: lore #gwent: assets #gwent #vilgefortz #vilgefortz of roggeveen

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crazyhearttragedy · 11 months

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Moonlit Whispers: A Tale of Hidden Love

Author's Note: Thank you for 125 followers!

Remus Lupin, a mild-mannered wizard and a trusted member of the Order of the Phoenix, had developed feelings for a certain young witch named Y/n Potter. She was not only kind-hearted and beautiful, but she possessed an unwavering determination that captivated Remus' soul. Yet, Remus found himself trapped in a predicament - he couldn't imagine risking their friendship by confessing his love.

Similarly, Y/n had secretly harbored affection for Remus. She had observed his compassionate nature and witnessed his struggles with his condition as a werewolf. She longed to be the one who could bring him solace and understanding. But like Remus, she feared the repercussions that could arise from revealing her feelings.

One evening, as the moon peeked through the clouds, Remus and Y/n found themselves alone in the garden of the Potter family home. The moon's ethereal glow illuminated their faces, adding a touch of magic to the moment.

Y/n's heart thumped loudly in her chest as she summoned the courage to speak. "Remus," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "There's something I need to tell you." Remus turned to face her, curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n continued, "I have admired you from afar for so long. Your courage, your compassion, everything about you… I have fallen in love with you, Remus Lupin."

Remus' eyes widened with surprise, mirroring his own hidden desires. He had never anticipated this revelation from Y/n, and his heart ached with a mixture of longing and joy. "Y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I too have loved you in secret for far too long."

As they locked eyes, a powerful silence enveloped them, as if the moonlight itself was urging them to take a leap of faith. In that moment, they made a silent agreement - they would embark on a clandestine relationship, keeping their love hidden from the prying eyes of the world.

Night after night, Remus and Y/n found solace in each other's arms. They met in secret, away from the watchful eyes of their friends and family, nurturing their love like a delicate flower. Each stolen moment became a cherished memory, etched forever in their hearts.

But as time passed, Remus couldn't shake the guilt that weighed heavily on his conscience. He loved Y/n more than anything, yet he couldn't bear the thought of her being entangled in the danger that haunted his life. The thought of her getting hurt, or worse, haunted him ceaselessly.

Heartbroken, Remus mustered the courage to end their secret relationship, believing it was for Y/n's own safety. With a heavy heart, he met her one last time beneath the moonlit sky.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she sensed the impending farewell. "Remus, please…" she pleaded, reaching out to him. "Don't throw away what we have. I know the risks, but I want to face them together. I choose love over fear."

Remus gazed at her, torn between his overwhelming love and his overwhelming fear. But with Y/n's unwavering determination and love shining in her eyes, he realized that she was right. Love was worth fighting for, even in the face of danger.

Embracing Y/n once more, Remus made a vow that night - that he would do everything in his power to protect their love and keep her safe. From that moment on, Remus and Y/n faced the perils and uncertainties of their world, united not only as allies but as lovers who had defied the odds.

Their love blossomed like a moonflower in the darkness, never fading, never tarnished—forever whispered under the moonlit sky.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #harry potter x reader #y/n #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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darkhearthorns · 9 months

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The First Conversation || Maverick & Arabella @poetryofcorpses

As Maverick, the dragon prince of the Moorlands, awaited the arrival of Princess Arabella, his heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Little did he know of the hidden turmoil that dwelled within the delicate princess. Arabella, her tear-stained cheeks hidden beneath a veil of sorrow, approached him, her eyes filled with a silent plea for understanding.

She appears so sorrowful, as if her heart bears a heavy burden. Is it merely wedding jitters, or is there something deeper that troubles her? I must approach her with kindness and compassion, for it is the foundation upon which any marriage should be built.

"Princess Arabella, I am honored to finally meet you on this auspicious day. May I say, your radiance outshines the sun itself."

Arabella, her voice laced with a delicate tremor, forced a gentle smile. "Thank you, Prince Maverick. Your kind words warm my heart."

"Please, call me Maverick. Today is a day of unity, and I wish for us to be open and honest with each other. We are embarking on a journey together, after all."' Maverick's gaze softened as he noticed the hints of sorrow in Arabella's eyes. "Arabella, forgive me if I overstep, but I sense a sadness within you. Is there something troubling your heart?"

Arabella's heart skipped a beat, panic intertwining with her desire to shield him from her dark secret. How can I reveal the truth without causing him pain? I must deflect his concern, for his happiness must come first.

"It is merely the emotions that come with such a momentous occasion, your highness. Please, do not worry yourself."

Maverick's concern remained evident, his gaze unwavering. He spoke out, "Arabella, I want you to know that I am here for you, now and always. Our marriage may be arranged, but that does not diminish my commitment to your well-being. If ever you need a shoulder to lean on or a confidant in times of darkness, I want to be that person for you."

Arabella internally thought, his words are like a balm to my wounded soul. How I wish I could confide in him, share the burden that weighs upon me. But I must protect him from the truth, for his own sake.

"Thank you, Maverick. Your words bring comfort to my troubled heart. I am grateful for your support."

As they continued with the pre-wedding rituals, Arabella's secret gnawed at her, threatening to consume her from within. The fae council and their families observed the proceedings with a mixture of solemnity and anticipation.

A Fae Council Member spoke out, "Prince Maverick and Princess Arabella, the time has come to partake in the sacred ritual of the chalice of life. It symbolizes the union of your souls and the binding of your destinies. Through this act, may you find strength, love, and everlasting life."

The chalice of life... a symbol of unity and eternal love. If only my past did not cast such a dark shadow upon me. But I must embrace this moment and pray that our union brings light to both our lives, Arabella thought to herself.

Maverick's gaze met Arabella's, searching for a connection, a glimpse into her soul. "Arabella, as we approach this sacred moment, let us take strength in each other. Whatever challenges lie ahead, we shall face them together, bound by our commitment and duty."

Oh, if only he knew how fragile our union truly is. But in his eyes, I see a glimmer of hope, a possibility for a brighter future. I must hold onto that hope and protect it at all costs.

Arabella responded, "yes, prince Maverick. Together, we shall face whatever comes our way, drawing strength from the union we share."

And with that, they approached the chalice of life, their hands trembling but intertwined. As they drank from the sacred vessel, their destinies merged, forever entwined in a union that held both the promise of love and the weight of hidden secrets.

#maverick x arabella #poetryofcorpses #drabble

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