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leastdatablebracket · 9 months

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Here's the bracket for round 1! I intend to start posting matches tomorrow.

Group 1 (Matches 1-16)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow) VS Penny (Stardew Valley)

Joy Johnson-Johjima (Monster Prom) VS Vladamir (Moonlight Lovers)

P.S. Elle (Romancelvania) VS Saint Germain (Code: Realize)

Bram Galeborn (Tales of the Wild) VS Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)

Edgar Morton (To Love & Protect) VS Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Nowi (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Elise (Fire Emblem Fates)

Maison Talo (House Hunted) VS Sam (Stardew Valley)

Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3 Portable) VS Sam Dalton (Choices - The Nanny Affair)

Ota Kisaki (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder) VS Casavir (Neverwinter Nights 2)

Anna (Fire Emblem Engage) VS Yang (Piofiore Fated Memories)

Isabela (Dragon Age 2) VS Shuu Iwamine (Hatoful Boyfriend)

Liam de Lioncourt (Monster Prom) VS Sunder (Boyfriend Dungeon)

Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age Inquisition) VS Curie (Fallout 4)

Cliff (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Hanatsubaki Gorō (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s First Love) VS Leliana (Dragon Age Origins)

Barbatos (Obey Me) VS Solas (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Group 2 (Matches 17-32)

Nightowl (Blooming Panic: Full Bloom Edition) VS Isako Toriumi (Persona 3)

Adam/Ava du Mortain (Wayhaven Chronicles) VS Drake Walker (Choices - The Royal Romance)

Taro Majima (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 2nd Season) VS Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Yoosung Kim (Mystic Messenger) VS Siren Head (Siren Head Dating Sim)

Rick (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS V (Mystic Messenger)

Ken Amada (Persona 3 Portable) VS Lorenz Hellman Gloucester (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Bigfoot (Dialtown) VS Damien Ramsey (Magical Diary)

Merrill (Dragon Age 2) VS Landon (High School Dreams Best Friends Forever)

Vyn Richter (Tears of Themis) VS Sumire Yoshizawa (Persona 5 Royal)

Sebastian (Stardew Valley) VS Triss Merigold (Witcher 3)

Rock (Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life) VS Morrigan (Dragon Age Origins)

Gray (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Calculester Hewlett-Packard (Monster Prom)

Harry Choi (The Ssum) VS Ichiko Ohya (Persona 5)

Sadayo Kawakami (Persona 5) VS Randy Jade (Dialtown)

Kevan (Long Live the Queen) VS Camellia (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous)

Ace (Heart no Kuni no Alice) VS Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Group 3 (Matches 33-48)

Ilessa (Romancelvania) VS Dolce (Rune Factory 4)

Sothis (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) VS Laito Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers)

Cameron Conner (Wylde Flowers) VS Sera (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Elliott (Stardew Valley) VS Shane (Stardew Valley)

Mikah Hudson (Save Me, Sherlock) VS Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Towa Wakasa (Sweet Fuse: At Your Side) VS Shiloh Fields (XOXO Droplets)

Arsene Lupin (Code: Realize) VS Blackwall (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Vere (Touchstarved) VS Shiki (Togainu no Chi)

Sebastian Vael (Dragon Age 2) VS Toma (Amnesia: Memories)

Sakura (Fire Emblem Fates) VS Ethan Ramsey (Choices - Open Heart)

Warren (Life is Strange) VS Ryoma (Fire Emblem Fates)

Katherine (Catherine) VS Jonah (Boyfriend Dungeon)

Anders (Dragon Age 2) VS Dorian Grey (OZMAFIA!!)

Skye (Harvest Moon DS Cute) VS Tammy (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Fenris (Dragon Age 2) VS Dys (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Peter King (Your Boyfriend Game) VS Eisuke Ichinomiya (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder)

Group 4 (Matches 49-64)

Tharja (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Jacob Taylor (Mass Effect 2)

Elanee (Neverwinter Nights 2) VS Megaricus (Kaichu - The Kaiju Dating Sim)

Joseph Christiansen (Dream Daddy) VS Naoto Shirogane (Persona 4)

Mr. Pages (Mask of the Rose) VS Soleil (Fire Emblem Fates)

Baxter Ward (Our Life: Beginnings & Always) VS Ryouta Kazama (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 4)

Colonel Sanders (I Love You, Colonel Sanders!) VS Kappa (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)

Andy (Romance Club) VS Micah Yujin (Error143)

Anomen Delryn (Baldur’s Gate 2) VS Koolie Sterling (Tentador Leches)

Canus Espada (Cafe Enchante) VS Nah (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Doctor (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Lucy (Your Boyfriend Game)

Amber (Rune Factory 4) VS Marco (Lovelink)

Alfani (OZMAFIA!!) VS Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)

Haley (Stardew Valley) VS Azura (Fire Emblem Fates)

Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age Origins) VS Kai (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) VS The Red Prince (Divinity: Original Sin 2)

Lucio Morgasson (The Arcana) VS Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age Inquisition)

#round 1

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mk-writes-stuff · 2 months

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The Pirates’ Roost

The world of Ixalan is one sundered by empires - the fervent vampiric evangels of Atla Torrezon on one continent, and the dinosaur-riding Sun Empire on the other. Between the looming empires lies the Stormwreck Sea, a vast ocean speckled with islands, and the last bastion of the free peoples of Ixalan - now condensed into a loose confederacy of islanders and pirates.

The life of a pirate is none too easy, and you’d be hard-pressed to find one who doesn’t know that well. Merry, an idealistic plaything of a cruel captain, knows all too well the hardships of the pirates’ life - but when a beautiful stranger offers him a chance to change everything, he can’t help but seize it. Malcolm, an escaped siren slave, remembers the cruelty and abuse he’s been shown in painful measure, but he defends his freedom with clever magics and the passionate defense of those who need it. Tatum, an abused tidemage bound to a violent woman who holds their life in her hands, clings to the hope of one day finding freedom - and to the knowledge that the cruelty they escaped was worse.

The high seas are not a kind place for these three, nor for any of the others they meet, but there is safety in numbers, and in the fragile loyalty of a crew. Though countless trials - from vengeful captains to vampiric crusaders to creeping illnesses - threaten to tear them apart, the crew must cling to each other. In the end, all they have is each other - but that might just be enough.

Welcome to the Pirates’ Roost! The Pirates’ Roost is a Magic: the Gathering fanfiction with its own timeline, additional lore, and dozens of new characters - and you don’t need to know anything about Magic to enjoy it! It’s constructed from the ground up assuming you’re brand-new to the world and its lore is entirely self-contained. If you like gay pirates, magical adventures, and complex, emotional stories, I’m confident you’ll like it :)

The Pirates’ Roost also isn’t a novel. It’s a collection of short stories tied together by an overall arc timeline, accompanied by lore articles for additional worldbuilding detail. You don’t need to read the articles to understand the shorts, but, if you’re interested in the lore, they provide a deeper dive that doesn’t fit in the short stories. It’s an ongoing project, so you’ll notice additional shorts go up from time to time as I get time and inspiration to add them.

The Pirates’ Roost contains themes of freedom and identity, finding yourself in a world of contradicting opinions, the power of friendship and love (both romantic and not), and freedom from abuse. Please note that it does contain depictions of abuse (physical, emotional, financial, and sexual), graphic depictions of violence, injury, and death, severe illness, species discrimination, and small amounts of racism and homophobia/transphobia. Some of the shorts are not appropriate for people under 18. All shirts and articles are appropriately labeled and content warmed within the archive. Please feel free to contact me or ask anonymously if you’d like any more information on the content warnings or specific warnings.

The worldbuilding wiki can be found here and the story archive can be found here.

Feel free to ask me any questions you might have about the series! My asks and DMs are open, and I love talking about it :)

#writeblr #wip intro #the pirates’ roost

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celestiall0tus · 9 months

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I like to imagine that your verison dragon's second power, which if remember correctly you said was nature manipulation (which I like to refer to as Gaea), allows the user to control all nature, meaning plant life, the elements, weather, animals, and even natural disasters.

Kinda. Let me grab a little something:

I'll be using Ryuko from Miraculous AU for this

The holder has a default form. They don't have access to many powers aside from Form Shift. It's once form shift is used that shit gets interesting

With Form Shift, the holder can change form to a specific element, which sticks to the basics of nature, not including light and dark. These forms are air, water, nature, and fire.

With these specific forms, the holder has complete control of that element and it's very dangerous. For example, air form the holder can create tornados, dangerous high winds, and even steal the air from someone's lungs. Water form gets control over water and ice. Fire can destroy anything and everything. Nature can cause earthquakes, grow forests from nothing and destroy a city, and so much more.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Longg, Ascension"

Power: Form Shift

Now that brings me to Mylene in Salvation. I haven't designed her other forms yet, but she has the same powers as Ryuko in Miraculous AU. The difference comes when Avatar state is achieved. The avatar is completely connected to the planet, knowing everything that is done, the pain, everything. It's in Avatar form they are truly a force as they have access to all control whereas holders can only control one element at a time. Making them a true goddess of the earth.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Longg, Ascension"

Power: Form Shift

Now we have Rose as Cinders from Separate Worlds. Her powers are currently being reworked.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Longg, Ascension"

Power: None/Innate

Presenting Mylene as Drakon in All That Remained. Her power is like the other dragons before her, form shift and nature manipulation.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Longg, Ascension"

Power: Form Shift

Kagami is back as the dragon in Paradise as Delphyne. This is the first of the dragons that won't have different forms. Matching the strength of the other holders, she has full access to manipulate all that is nature, meaning nature itself, water, and wind, but no fire.

Activation Phrases

Transformation: "Longg, Ascension"

Power: Magna

Me not realizing that I had forgotten to add this onto the dragon page. Anyway, I present Marinette in Amaranthine as Nimue. She retains the nature manipulation the way Delphyne does in Paradise, but with the addition of fire. However, as Nimue, the powers are used in a more benevolent manner.

Guenevere, where Longg is in control, uses the mastery over nature in destruction ways. Mainly due to her seeking to kill Atropa.

As Mordred, Marinette and Longg in perfect sync, have true mastery over all elements and uses them in helpful and destructive ways.

Activation Phrases:

Transformation: "Longg, Ascension"

Power: None/Innate

Zoe as Wyvern in Siren's Song. Her powers will mirror that of Nimue, Amaranthine!Marinette.

Activation Phrases:

Transformation: "Longg, Ascension"

Power: Sunder

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tathrin · 7 months

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Hi! How does a pirate au with gigolas sound?

From this prompt-meme.

Oh definitely not like something that's been slowly simmering in the back of my mind ever since I first saw this thing months ago.

We're going with a sort of East India Trading Company/Golden Age of Piracy era-mythos for our vibes, and a world that has less magic and epic battles to its history than Middle-earth for our setting, but one that still has our various fantasy species running around.

Númenor is sort of like an England/America hybrid, in that it's a newer land than the main continent, very expansionist/colonialist in attitude, and simultaneously an old power, because it has a bunch of colonies on the old continent now, and a belligerent attitude towards everyone else. They are the largest sea-power and like to claim even more dominion than they actually have.

Meanwhile to the south-west of them we have the islands of the Teleri (Eressëa) which are widely described as "the last free elven isles," and mainly stay that that by being A: not enough trouble to conquer and B: too much trouble to conquer. They keep to themselves (and their waters shrink a little more each year as Númenor keeps pressing in) so no one feels inspired to deal with them, and there's a lot of risk to trying to because water gets weird around those islands. Lots of shipwrecks, lots of strange creature in the waves. (The Teleri get some sort of mingled siren/kraken vibes here.) The eastern elves tell stories of a farther island beyond theirs, where no mortals have ever gone; where the seas themselves are sundered so as to protect their inhabitants from all encroachment...but more people these days know those are just fairy tales. There is no Western Shore; there are no Undying Lands. That's all just old sailors' stories and superstitions.

Anyway, Middle-earth itself: very old-school Europe vibes going on here, with lots of little kingdoms always sniping at one another for advantage, and whose power-balance has been kind of skewed by the Númenorian Colonies of Gondor and Arnor—really not colonies anymore at this point, because Númenor looked back east generations ago and decided to return to their ancestral homeland and claim it again farther back than any living mortal can remember. That doesn't stop Númenor from treating them like colonies still, which Denethor, the current ruling steward, isn't thrilled by. His people are more torn on the issue, with half of them liking the regalness of being Númenorian and the other half resentful at not being able to rule themselves. They even had a king once, for a few generations, but that collapsed during the civil wars called the Kinstrife, which were rumored to have been instigated by Númenor itself, although no one was ever able to prove that. There are rumors that an heir escaped the slaughter (Anastasia vibes!) but no one has been able to find proof of that. It may be no more than a pretty story. At any rate, no king has been seen in Gondor for generations.

Beyond the colonies of Gondor and Arnor, Númenor has other strong allies on the continent as well: Erebor, for one. The dwarves of the Lonely Mountains were driven from their home by the last of the dragons long ago, and the deal that their king made to acquire Númenorian assistance for taking it back from Smaug left the dwarves more indebted to the Númenorians than they intended. If only they could have found the Arkenstone, and been able to buy Númenor off with that the way they had planned...but if the Arkenstone was ever among Smaug's horde, it must have vanished at some point before the siege. (Some dwarves insist that it was there, had to have been there; and the only way it could be gone was if Númenor betrayed their word and burgled it when the dwarves' backs were turned—but that is a claim they cannot prove, alas, and so they must live with their debts to the White Island.) Erebor's might is more of craft than warfare, but those crafts have been put to good work on behalf of Númenor's military, and their armies are now the best-outfitted in the world, thanks to Ereborian smith-craft and manufacturing. They are allies far too valuable for Númenor to ever give up, no matter how richly they repay that debt.

As for the elven-lands, perhaps the most notable is the smallest: Rivendell. Founded by the brother of the First King of Númenor, Rivendell occupies a unique place in Númenorian headspace: it is deeply respected, but also looked down on a little. Elrond was clearly the lesser brother, choosing a life of lore and healing over the leadership that should have been in his blood; and yet, he is known for that wisdom, and his healing arts have saved many lives. He sails to Númenor occasionally to share his knowledge with their healers (although less often with each century) and to walk the lands where his brother once lived and died, and he is well-loved there...but they prefer the legend of Elrond to the reality, and their leaders more and more often welcome him with strained smiles than they do with open ones. Elrond will not participate in any endeavour which would lead to war, and the suffering that comes from such conflict; that does not mean that he approves of Númenors politics in these days of domination, and while he is always polite and respectful, he does not hesitate to offer its rulers his true opinions and advice.

They don't really care for that. But he is Elros's brother, so they force smiles and grateful platitudes, and then try and bundle him back onto his ship and off to his lovely but insignificant little valley as quickly as possible, and try to think about him and his dour warnings as little as they can when he's not around.

Mirkwood is the largest elven-kingdom, and the only one these days that truly counts as a kingdom. The lords of Númenor aren't keen on such a large nation existing without paying even lip-service allegiance to them, but on the other hand...does anyone really want alliance with Mirkwood? It's a terrible place, dark and dour and full of monsters. The elves there aren't like other elves; they're less wise, less refined...more dangerous. Feral, almost. There are rumors that—well, really it would be easier to compile the stories that aren't told about Mirkwood than to start listing all the ones that are. Death lives in those black trees. Even the water is dangerous to drink, more likely to cast you into a hundred years of dreams than to refresh your thirst. There are spiders in there the size of horses, deer with all their bones on the outside of their skin, squirrels that are venomous and moths that suck your blood. It is said that if you hear laughter in those trees, you might as well slit your own throat before the merry sound dies because you'll never escape the terrible, laughing things that hunt there. The stories even say that there are ghosts in those woods, wandering the south lands by the ruined citadel that towers over those gnarled black trees.

No one sane would live in Mirkwood. No one sane would even set foot in Mirkwood. No one sane should want anything to do with Mirkwood—and Númenor does not. Even the Daleman, known for being provincial weirdos, know better than to actually go into those black trees, even if they're deranged enough to trade goods with the elves that lurk there. Well, let them; and on their own heads be it when the wicked elvenking leads his people out for a feast of man-flesh!

(Some of the stories are true, but even the other elf-lords no longer know how many. Mirkwood has done far too good a job of spreading those terrible tales for anyone—maybe even them, sometimes—to remember which are false, and which are real. Even other elves steer-clear of those black trees, these days.)

The last elven-realm, Lothlórien, is something of an outlier among all the lands of Middle-earth: it is a small realm, which neither offers nor seeks trade or commerce with others, and yet which wields an outsize power in the affairs of greater nations. Lórien is a land of lore and mysteries, and it is said that the elf-witch who rules those golden trees can read a man's secrets merely by glancing at his eyes. Númenor wishes no war with the eerie elves of Lothlórien. Lady Galadriel is consequently invited to every grand affair of state, and never ever wanted there. Sometimes she attends (likely just to remind Númenor that she is real, and should not be trifled with) but mostly she stays in her trees, whispered about yet unseen.

As for the other lands of Middle-earth, many of them are tired of being to some degree under Númenor's heel, but not to the point of daring to risk open war against them. They all remember what happened to Eregion when Ost-in-Edhil's smith-lords though to oppose Númenorian domination.

Now, the world has settled into a sort of tense peace, where nation-states fight through commerce rather than the battlefield, and use their armies more for posturing and prestige than actual warfare.

Into this world, enter the pirates.

Númenor's domination of the sea has not gone unopposed. Círdan long defied them, until they sent their entire navy against him, landing soldiers to crush the Havens and take him and his lords prisoner back to Númenor for trial and punishment—but though the Havens fell, Círdan was not found there. Some say that he and all those closest to him were slaughtered, and Númenor covered it up; others say that he managed to slips their nets and sail West, and find the promised shores beyond the islands of the Teleri; still others say he is on those oceans still, hurrying Númenors ships as a rebel captain of a small pirate fleet. Whenever a ship fails to return to harbor, there are whispers that it fell to Círdan's rebels...but more likely it was claimed by waves and weather.

Probably.

The stories spread anyway, and those who sought to defy Númenor's will listened, and so they began too to seek the sea. Small, single pirate ships are no material threat to Númenor: their navy is too large for the sacking or disappearance of a few ships here and there to make any difference to them. But the stories of pirates being able to defy their might and slip away free of consequence...well, that might have more lasting repercussions. Certainly Númenor's leaders must think so, for they have devoted quite an undo amount of effort to hunting down and destroying these pests otherwise. Unless, of course, one believes the rumors that Gondor's lost heir is out there somewhere amongst the pirates, capable at any moment of returning and staking his claim to the throne—a claim which, thanks to the faltering and intermingling of generations since, gives him actually the most direct claim not only to the throne of Gondor but to Númenor itself, now that the line of the founding kings has broken so many times...provided such an heir even exists of course, which he does not.

Clearly.

And now, it's finally time to turn to our cast of characters: the good ship Fellowship was originally a merchant vessel, sailing the waves on behalf of the wealthy Took family. Hobbits do not go to sea very often themselves, but they appreciate life's comforts enough to finance ocean-going vessels, and are quite happy to pay the necessary tariffs to Númenor to have their protection on the waves, and there are always Men in Bree who are happy to sail on Hobbit ships (the rations they provide are always much nicer than you get on any other vessel!). Old Bilbo was one of the rare Hobbits who actually followed his sense of adventure all the way out to the waves, and was captain of the Fellowship in deed as well as name, and when his nephew was old enough he brought young Frodo along with him.

(Every gossip in the Shire said they would both come to a bad end, drowning just like Frodo's parents did; but even the sneering Sackville-Bagginses never expected pirates!)

For many years, the Fellowship went about its trade-routes quite respectably, causing no trouble and earning no malice. But then...well, the trouble started with that fellow called Strider. He was one of many sailors who signed-on from Bree one day, and should have been no more special than any of them. But there was something about him that always seemed a little disreputable, a little dangerous—and so it soon proved.

No one back on shore is quite sure how it happened. The nearest anyone has been able to piece the story together is that there was some sort of shipwreck, or a raft that escaped a shipwreck, and there was something on it—some chest or treasure. Whatever it was, it proved to be too much temptation for the sailors of the Fellowship. Instead of making a quick salvage of the wreckage and continuing on their way, they abandoned their course and their cargo's intended destination, and went from being respectable merchants to pirates.

Old Bilbo (who had retired some years ago) was scandalized, of course; positively scandalized. But of course, Bilbo had always been something of a scandal himself, and there were far too many suspicious eyes on him after everything went south. He sold Bag End, packed up his things, and disappeared from the Shire three weeks after the first wanted-for-piracy posters of his nephew went up. Rumor has it he went to Rivendell, but no one from Hobbitton has ever gone after him to check; Hobbits don't generally care for travel, and Rivendell is such a long was away. Must more pleasant to stay home by the fire, and gossip.

And gossip folk do, and not only in the Shire. Stories of the Fellowship quickly came to spread far beyond Hobbit-lands, and they got bigger as they went. Soon it was being said that Strider was not just a brigand, but a romantic scoundrel too, who had managed to steal the heart of Elrond's daughter before running away to sea before her brothers could revenge themselves upon him. He had a magic ring, which he had used to enthrall Frodo, and declare himself captain of the boat. He had a magic sword, which could break itself into pieces as short as a dagger and then reforge itself as long as a boathook at need. He had elf-blood, and was decades older than he looked. He had served in Gondor's army, and in Rohan's, and had learned healing from Elrond himself. He was one of the Rangers, the secretive wanderers that spread rumors against Númenor and hunted for treasure and forgotten beasts in the wilds.

The more outlandish stories even claimed that he was that lost heir, and his real name was Aragorn or Arathorn or something of that sort. Nonsense, of course—but nonsense that Númenor wasn't happy to hear being whispered up and down the Misty Mountains.

Their displeasure grew when word began to spread of Strider's companions: Frodo somehow recruited three of his friends to the ship (Hobbits at sea! What were the youth coming to?) but he had arranged for one of their more land-locked fellows to act as a blackmarket middle-man, passing coin and supplies and information back and forth between Bree and the boat. Fredagar Bolger was soon caught and arrested, but someone broke him out of prison before his trial could begin, and he disappeared as thoroughly as Bilbo had. (Rumors said that the Brandybuck and Took families had helped in that jail-break, for two of their own were among Frodo's crew, but no one could ever prove that; indeed, no one who had been on duty at the jail that night reported seeing anything. Fredagar had been there when they went to sleep; the next morning, he had been gone, and no one ever saw him in Hobbiton again.)

Even more outlandish than the idea of four Hobbits at sea, the stories insisted that they had a dwarf on the ship as well. Everyone knew that dwarves hated boats, and feared the ocean; everyone knew that a dwarf would sooner shave his beard than go to sea. Nonetheless, the stories persisted: the Fellowship had a dwarf. Rumor claimed that he was a disgruntled son of Erebor, who had joined Strider's band of pirates out of disgust for the debt that Númenor held over the Lonely Mountain; others insisted that his father had been friends with Bilbo (in addition to his other oddities, Bilbo had been known to have friends among the dwarves, somehow!) and that it was Frodo who had somehow coaxed a dwarf away from land and out to sea. Whatever the motivations that had brought that dwarf to the Fellowship, there was soon no denying that he was there: only dwarven craftmanship could have kept that ship afloat through all of Númenor's efforts to sink it, and sailing faster than any of their own vessels could follow.

In addition to the dwarf, there was an elf among the crew as well. A less absurd notion on the surface, but strange when one dug-down to the details, for this was no Teleri; nor was he even one of the elves of the Havens, or from Rivendell. No, this was a Wood-elf of Mirkwood, one of those half-feral creatures of death and shadow and knives in the dark. His eyes were keener than any looking-glass that Númenor could fashion, and he could see as clearly in the starlight as men could under bright sun. With those elven eyes in their crow's nest, there was no chance that the Fellowship could ever be sneaked-up upon again; and those who survived attacks by Strider's pirates told stories of his terrible bright laughter echoing across the waves like the ringing of doom-bells in their dreams.

(There was surely, surely no truth to the rumor that the elf and the dwarf were any more than grudging crew-mates; elves and dwarves were notoriously distrustful of one another's people, and since Eregion's fall there had been no sign of reconciliation or camaraderie between any of their kind again. The sailors who reported that the two had been heard cheerfully competing like friends during the battles taking Númenorian ships were mistaken; the ones who claimed that they had witnessed victory-kisses were suffering from sunstroke; and the shaken survivors who whispered that the elf had lost his mind and slaughtered an entire crew himself when one of their number managed to wound the dwarf were surely just suffering from shock. No single elf, not even a Mirkwood elf, could slay an entire contingent of Númenorian soldiers like that; and no elf would ever be spurred to do such a thing for a mere dwarf. These stories were just one of Strider's many attempts to undermine Númenorian rule, by attempting to foster an alliance between Erebor and Mirkwood based on ridiculous false rumors about the joining of two of their people. Such things simply did not happen.)

The worst of the Fellowship's many assaults upon Númenorian sea-supremacy was when they took a ship that had been carrying Rohan's princess out to make a state-marriage on the White Island. The rest of the Rohirrim they let go, including the king's nephew, whom one might have expected them to hold for ransom; instead they took only the girl, and no ransom demand ever came back for her. Indeed, rumors soon began to whisper that she had been somehow seduced to Strider's crew as well, and could be seen with a cutlass in one hand and her fair hair streaming in the salt-air, a fell smile on her face, whenever the Fellowship boarded their prey, her own unfettered laughter ringing out alongside the elf's deadly merriment.

That was a crime too far. Númenor needed to stop Strider's pirates, and stop them now. Gondor dispatched two of her own to go to sea and hunt him and the Fellowship down: Boromir and Faramir, sons of the Steward and noble warriors of stout heart and stalwart arms. Everyone assumed that that would be the end of the Fellowship, for no pirate had yet escaped bold Boromir, and Faramir's cunning wits would surely be enough to outsmart some ragged Ranger. For months they pursued the pirate vessel, chasing the Fellowship through storm and fog and sun-kissed waves; then, far off the coast of the Teleri islands, a hurricane rolled in, and both ships were lost from sight behind the grey rainclouds.

Imagine Denethor's fury, and Númenor's wrath, when the next stories that came back from the sea told of how bold Boromir and cunning Faramir had joined the terrible crew...

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lesbian-nautica · 1 year

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WELCOME TO THE ROBOT HUSBAND BATTLE ROYALE!

@novafire-is-thinking 's robot husband poll was amazing, but I think there is one way to improve it.

Make it more chaotic.

So instead of 1v1, we are putting everyone into groups of 10. (To make it easier for me, I just did it alphabetically) May the best husband win, links to each fight below!

ROUND ONE:

A: Afterburner v Air Raid v Alpha Trion v Ambulon v Astrotrain v Barricade v Beachcomber v Blackout v Blades v Blaster WINNER: BLADES

B: Blitzwing v Bluestreak v Blurr v Bonecrusher v Boulder v Brainstorm v Brawl v Brawn v Breakdown v Brimstone WINNER: BREAKDOWN

C: Broadside v Bulkhead v Bumblebee v Censere (Necrobot) v Cerebros v Chase v Cheetor v Chromedome v Cliffjumper v Cosmos WINNER: CHROMEDOME

D: Crankcase v Cyclonus v Dai Atlas v Dead End v Deathsaurus v Depth Charge v Dinobot v Dirge v Dominus Ambus v Doubledealer WINNER: CYCLONUS

E: Drag Strip v Dreadwing v Drift v Eject v Ferak v Fireflight v First Aid v Flatline v Fortress Maximus v Fracas WINNER: FIRST AID AND FORTRESS MAXIMUS WITH A TIE

F: Frenzy v Froid v Fulcrum v Gears v Grapple v Grimlock v Guzzle v Hardhead v Hardshell v Heatwave WINNER: GRIMLOCK

G: Helex v High Tide v Hoist v Hook v Hot Shot v Hound v Hubcap v Huffer v Impactor v Inferno WINNER: IMPACTOR

H: Jazz v Kaon v Kickback v Knockout v Lockdown v Long Haul v Lugnut v Maccadam v Meteorfire v Metroplex WINNER: JAZZ

I: Megatron v Mirage v Misfire v Mixmaster v Motormaster V Nemesis Prime v Nightbeat v Offroad v Optimus Primal v Optimus Prime WINNER: MISFIRE

J: Overlord v Perceptor v Pharma v Powerglide v Predaking v Prowl v Quickstrike v Ramjet v Rampage v Getaway because I accidentally forgot him earlier oops WINNER: PERCEPTOR

K: Ratchet v Rattrap v Ravage v Red Alert v Red Inferno v Rewind v Rhinox v Riptide v Rodimus Prime v Rumble WINNER: RODIMUS PRIME

L: Runabout v Runamuck v Rung v Scavenger v Scorponok v Scrapper v Seaspray v Sentinel Prime v Shockwave v Sideswipe WINNER: RUNG

M: Silverbolt v Skids v Sky-Byte v Skydive v Skyfire/Jetfire v Skyquake v Slingshot v Sludge v Slug v Smokescreen WINNER: SKIDS

N: Snarl v Soundblaster v Soundwave v Spinister v Springer v Star Saber v Starscream v Sunder v Sundor v Sunstorm WINNER: SOUNDWAVE

O: Sunstreaker v Swerve v Swindle v Swoop v Tailgate v Tarantulas v Tarn v Ten v Terrorsaur v Tesaurus WINNER: TAILGATE

P: Thrust v Thunderclash v Thundercracker v Thunderhoof v Thunderhowl v Tigatron v Topspin v Tracks v Trepan WINNER: THUNDERCRACKER

Q: Tyrest v Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus v Vox v Warpath v Waspinator v Wheeljack v Whirl v Wildrider v Windcharger v Wing WINNER: WHIRL

R for remembering late (aka the "hey what about-" round): Blast Off v Onslaught v Skywarp v Tripodeca v Toaster v Siren v Hot Rod v Jetfire v Galvatron v Vortex WINNER: SKYWARP

SEMIFINALS 1:

SEMIFINALS 2:

#robot husband poll #robot husband battle royale #transformers poll

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pale white horse + where is your rider is about limited life martyn from scott's pov

AKA, I go insane and assign lyrics to block game and probably stretch the meaning too far lmao

"down they fell like the tower as the land relinquished her ghost"? totally about how they spawned in and the boogeyman mechanic kicked into play.

"Heed the sirens, take shelter", "flee the fire that devours", "but the sight held me fixed"? the sirens are the countdown to boogeyman that both scott and martyn succumbed to on day 1.

"neither plague nor famine temper my courage" i mean, martyn and scott stood together in the face of everything. Scott was target #1 for like two sessions and yet only went down to martyn at his request. they did not falter at any point.

"a pale white horse with a crooked smile, and I knew it was my time" martyn's skin was pale from being red, but he was still a silly goofy guy through it. Scott probably didn't know martyn would kill him for the win, but time and limited life go hand in hand.

"a raging storm of a foreign war, a face i'd seen before" Martyn literally wore the banner of Dogwarts, a war fought 3 seasons ago. Scott would've seen the Hand fighting on the opposite side of the battlefield.

(other song under the cut because this is long and i dont want to clog the tag)

"Was it you 'mid the fire and the ember? Were you there to bedevil and beguile?" Scott died to lava and a traitor, having literally been tricked into removing his armor by Martyn.

"See, your face wasn't quite as I remember, but I know that wicked shape to your smile" similar to above, Scott is used to seeing Mean Gill, pirate martyn, but the banner and the bloodshed would have reminded him of the Hand. One can assume he was making a similar facial expression during battle.

"So bury me as it pleases you, lover, at sea, or deep within the catacomb" I feel like being buried at sea is self-explanatory for a dying Mean Gill

"But these bones never rested while living, so how can they stand to languish in repose?" Scott, having been the target of a hunt more than a few times, would not have gotten much in the way of downtime.

"He has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks and as the stone founders underneath the sundered sea of red and reed" Primarily focused on the later half here, the isle was decimated by the time Martyn killed Scott. Several people died in those waters- Scott killed pearl not long before. It was certainly red.

"The shadow of Hades is fading for he has cast down Leviathan, the tyrant, and the horse and rider" Martyn was a force this season. I believe he is tied for most kills. He was a force of nature, much like Leviathan. This one is a stretch lmao

"Where is your rider? Where is your rider?" Listen. Hear me out. This is Scott asking why Martyn snapped at the end. Martyn is an unguided hand, a explosion of fury, an untamed horse. His rider, who had in the past seasons been his ally both secret and not, was not present this go of things. Ren was not there. Scott was never going to be able to exact the loyalty Ren had.

"He will hold with all of his might the armies of night still as boulders laid to the side 'til we pass by" Ren was able to hold back Martyn. He could restrain him, guide him. Scott couldn't.

"He has hoisted out of the mire every child so lift your voice with timbrel and lyre" As Scott died, he would have heard Martyn yelling his speech about it being a death game. Toward the end, his voice had gotten quite loud.

"We will abide, we will abide, we will abide" At the end, Scott accepted what Martyn did. He was glad his Mean Gill won. He will abide.

look i know im insane ok but this has been on my mind literally since the final episode dropped i needed to get this out to the public

#scott smajor #inthelittlewood #limited life #trafficblr #LOOK. I KNOW I AM ILL. LET ME HAVE THIS

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"Happy birthday, Taiken and Banji. I bake you a cake." Luis spoke softly as he place a medium sized cake on the table.

"W-we also got you gifts. With the help of my money, we got you n-nice gifts." Jacob spoke softly.

Taiken: "Luis, Jacob thank you so much, we love it so much."

Banji: "you cuties know how to make us happy"

#the yagyu twins #the sundering sirens #ic #birthday boys

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Fic master post (ongoing)

I’ve been meaning to make one of these for a while so that my fics are easier to find! The list is chronological from most recent to oldest, and separated by fandom.

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Little Goody Two Shoes

lie with my brittle bones

freya x lebkuchen | sfw | 4k | one shot

Freya couldn’t remember a thing she’d said after that—could only remember the warmth in her chest, though the cold cut to the bone. She stared agog from beneath her fur-lined cowl, breathless even as Elise pivoted for another’s distant beckon. Even as the snow continued its heavenly fall.

Buried and trembling, her father at last found her, mittened palm pressed to her chittering lips. By the crash and tumble of brimful chance, Freya was smitten.

She had fallen in love.

Or, Freya lets go in time.

———

Baldur’s Gate 3

sing to me that motley gospel

shadowheart x tav | nsfw | 3.7k words | one shot

And fear did not sit idle. It grew hungered with neglect, burrowing out of its prison to feast upon her deeper marrow. A weed left sowed now ensnared her in vines too knotted to unravel, though Tav had remarkably defied those odds.

Or, Shadowheart had always been afraid of the dark, in truth.

in the shadow of the evening trees

shadowheart x tav | nsfw | 3.8k words | one shot

Most nights, Shadowheart dreamed of her mother’s eyes. Olive like her own, they tracked her steadily as she worked, sundering her parents to bloody heaps.

Or, Shadowheart remembers, she grieves, and Tav remains a loving tether throughout.

a call to flame

shadowlach | nsfw | 2.8k | one shot

By the light of the moon Shadowheart stood, refulgent at the verge of a babbling brook. Shirtless, wreathed in silver, thin fingers working through the twine of her braid—she was a siren of the dark and unseen. Her hair fluttered down past the small of her back, long and silky like skeins of pure starlight.

“Care to join me?”

Or, Karlach is touch starved and Shadowheart is depressed. They kiss about it.

———

Octopath Traveler II

absolve me before the dawn

castthrone | nsfw | 3.4k words | one shot

The bedside casement window let in faded moonlight, the lump atop her sheets awash silver and gray. Castti dropped the bucket by the bureau, toeing off her boots to search for a nearby chamberstick, bath long forgotten.

“Throné?” She had expected the other woman to turn up, though not quite so late. This thing between them— an understanding born of their mutual want for closeness, the looming shadow of loss at their backs— left them silently desperate, seeking out the other when the coming dawn posed too great a threat.

Or, both their pasts haunt them, but here, while the world sleeps, they have each other.

———

Fire Emblem Engage

among the flowers, something more

aleivy | mild nsfw | 4k words | one shot

“Have you been to Lookout Ridge yet?”

“I don’t suppose I have.”

Alear was already walking, dancing her fingers through the air as if to twine them in the flossy clouds. “You have to see the Somniel from higher up… the night comes alive,” she said quietly, voice gauzy with wonder. It struck Ivy then, just how new this world was to Alear too.

Or, their relationship blooms, and so too the flowers.

irascible daze

aleivy | nsfw | 5k words | one shot

In her dozing mind’s eye, Alear held her close, pressing her into the sheets until the warmth of their cloister had Ivy sweating, panting, grappling for more…

The luring, amorous phantasms had been haunting her as of late, though she didn’t wish to impede Alear’s delve into erudition with her crazed want for closeness. Work posed the most vexing barrier; Alear hadn’t truly touched her in nearly a fortnight.

Or, Ivy wakes up alone and agitated, tearing through the castle just to find her salvation.

what had always been

aleivy | sfw | 5.9k words | one shot

Ivy squared her jaw, curling her numb fingers into fists. She hated that dress, she hated how the Lords and Ladies leered at her. She was half a decade of age, and Ivy already battled the court for Mother’s love.

Heartbreak had found its home in her, leaving her forlorn and resolute. It was better to be thrown to the wilds than to the gluttonous maw of the people, Ivy was certain.

Or, Ivy was born in the cold, and she spends her following years searching for warmth.

long may she reign

aleivy | mild nsfw | 5.4k words | one shot

“Marry me,” she spoke with slurred ardor, the words no louder than her clamorous heart.

“What?” Alear’s crystal clear astonishment silenced the whir in Ivy’s ears, sobering her so thusly that she stepped back with a gasp.

She didn’t have far to go before the door halted her escape, frigid fingers pressing to her own lips in self-admonishment. Ivy cursed her carelessness, her ill-timed slip of the tongue.

“I…” Silver tears of mortification clumped in her lower lashes; she couldn’t meet Alear’s awaiting stare. “Please, just forget I said anything.”

Or, Ivy ponders the prospect of marriage.

take my praise, take my heart too

aleivy | nsfw | 4k words | one shot

“I don’t understand.” She found her voice at last, already following after Alear’s sure gate. “Go where?”

“I’d like to be alone with you somewhere quieter, away from the bevy.” Alear stopped short in one of the western hallways, the life-size portrait of Lumera regarding them kindly from astride the floor to ceiling windows. “Is that alright?”

Ivy floundered in the face of her stately zeal. “Of course.”

Or, Ivy and Alear escape oppressive noble ramblings to find solace in one another.

———

Honkai Star Rail

my love is mine, all mine

kafstel | nsfw | 2.5k words | one-shot

“Would you marry me?” Stelle asked, her air of nonchalance almost comical.

“Marry you…” Kafka repeated, fingers twitching when Stelle pressed down on the tendons of her forearm. She worked at them a moment more, kneading her into pliancy it seemed.

“Me, yes.” As if Kafka would wed anyone else, and then: “I’m feeling just witless enough, aren’t you?”

Or, after a mission of little intrigue, Kafka and Stelle get married on a whim.

———

Genshin Impact

the devil is in the details

eisara | nsfw | multi-chapter, ongoing (4/?)

Sara—waylaid by heartbreak, disillusionment, and the fruity dregs of alcohol—summons a demon.

What happens after that is a blur.

Or, Sara is a medical student down on her luck, and Ei is a demon who yearns for company.

athyrium

kokoei | nsfw | 6.2k words | one shot (follow up for ‘beneath the roots’)

“If I didn’t know any better, Your Excellency,” Ei whispered to match the room’s lull, gaze falling to Kokomi’s lips, “I’d say you were courting me.”

Kokomi blinked, slow and cat-like. “It’s a good thing you know so much then, isn’t it?”

Or, Kokomi finally returns Ei’s letter.

and there is beauty yet unknown

furina-centric (gen) | sfw | 4k words | one shot

She hoped to feel a stirring deep within, a sprightly spark of hope like some grand pedagogy of the waters might lead her out of befuddlement. No such calling befell her, though the next rushing headwind brought with it the promise of snow.

Or, Furina finds a reason.

renaissance

furina-centric (gen) | sfw |3.5k words | one shot

How did one mourn the death of oneself? Furina wondered often, stared blankly up at the ceiling until her vision grew spotty, unsure whether to cry, or laugh, or shout her frustration.

Or, Furina mourns, she breaks, and, in time, she finds solace.

behind this house, an orange tree grows

eisara | nsfw | 7.7k words | one shot (sequel to ‘of dividends and dubious hearts’)

Her fingers dipped into the waistline of Ei’s skirt, the fabric fluttering to the floor as she sank to her knees. Sara pressed her lips to the crosshatch imprint that remained, chasing after each errant freckle in her descent, mouth half open and searing by the time her words finally settled.

Ei blinked, dazed, shoving at Sara’s forehead as gently as her mounting thrill would allow. “You mean…”

“Yoimiya helped me with the last of my things.” Sara kissed the jut of her hip, the marked notch of her pelvis, etching her smile into the plush of Ei’s stomach. “I’m officially moved in, as of this afternoon.”

Or, their life in bloom, one summer later.

where the white jasmine grows

makomiko | sfw | 5.8k words | one shot (prequel to ‘beneath the roots and further still’)

She made a ghostly visage, though not so haunting. She was otherworldly, straightening with a huff, and shoving her half-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Makoto tossed her hair over her shoulder— the cascade of it rippling like the grander waters against her back— and the swelling bud behind Miko’s breastbone burst open to bare its waxy petals.

She gasped at the initial jolt, a sharp pain that melted to ataractic warmth. “Mako?” she called out without thought, voice small and tremulous, barely louder than the patter of foot traffic just beyond the window.

Or, Miko loves her, like flora do the sun.

take me under the blue

ayasara | nsfw | 2k words | one shot

Ayaka sounded amused, lips sliding over the hinge of the general’s clenched jaw. Sara lay prone, agog.

“What do you think about?”

“Missing you.” Ayaka kissed the apple of Sara’s cheek, propping up on her elbows until their lips ghosted. “Wanting you.” She rolled her hips in punctuation, swooping her tongue past Sara’s parted lips before the general could register the throaty proclamation.

Or, Ayaka and Sara elect to stay in bed for the morning.

of dividends and dubious hearts

eisara | eventually nsfw | 43k words | multi-chapter, completed (4/4)

The woman across from Ei seemed awestruck by the mere sound of her voice. Her smile slackened, a nearly imperceptible slip before she responded, “Sara Kujou.” Kunikuzushi sniffled loudly, severing their prolonged contact; Sara stepped back, looking almost bashful when she bowed her head and laughed. “But the kids call me Ms. Kujou.”

“How strange,” Ei hummed, cocking her head just enough to catch a glimpse of the other woman’s sharpened jaw, observing with open-eyed blatancy. “I can’t recall seeing you in the school directory last year.”

Or, Sara is Kunikuzushi’s teacher, and Ei is a single mom doing her best.

come away with me

dehyarzad | sfw | 1.5k words | one shot

Her childhood home, her gilded prison— coming back here had only brought her greater pain. Father and Mother always feared her dreams, but that had never stopped her from running.

Or, Dunyarzad’s parents can be stifling, but Dehya is always a welcome reprieve.

in this palace in chains

dehyarzad | nsfw | 4k words | one shot

She wound her arms around Dehya’s neck, urging their lips to brush when she spoke, “if this is what you want, then I have no reservations with you taking.” Dunyarzad slid a hand down to the dip of the mercenary’s back, breath catching when their bare skin touched. “I want you to make me feel alive.”

Or, Dehya is there, blindingly brilliant, and Dunyarzad yearns despite it all.

over the garden wall

eisara | eventually nsfw | 13k words | multi-chapter, completed (2/2)

Sara despised nothing more than being akin to a caged oscine— trapped and pinned by monotony and over frugality— and so she fled. Battered car and tentative determination guided her to the coast, down the winding roads of town, and up the gravel path to the house of promise. She would start anew, beginning in the garden where revelation waited.

Or, Sara moves to a small town and meets a ghost who uproots her world (an eisara ghost au)

between the lines

kokoyae | nsfw | 3k words | one shot

Nothing pleased Kokomi more than a good book and titillating conversation— the Guuji Yae offering both in droves— and so she boarded the resistance branded transport vessel on the last day of each month, Narukami island bound and heart fluttering with the promise of fulfilling literary analysis.

Or, Yae tells Kokomi to keep reading, no matter how dizzying her touch.

beneath the roots and further still

yaesara | nsfw | 100k words | multi-chapter, complete (23/23)

Driven by the gripping force of erosion and grief, Ei flees Tenshukaku without a word. She traverses beyond the city with ease, leaving her beloved general and kitsune to give chase. Both Sara and Yae struggle to see eye to eye, but this much was clear: they must work together if they want to bring Ei back.

meet me beneath the old otogi tree

yaesara | sfw | 6k words | one shot

Spring gave way to summer, and though their hands joined with ease, Sara still floundered. There was no easy way to speak directly from the heart.

Or, Sara goes to Yoimiya for advice and spends a week trying to ask Yae on a date.

like chocolate (a taste that lingers)

eisara | nsfw | 6.8k words | one shot

Brisk winter air and chanced first meetings— Sara was certain the smell of chocolate had permeated the walls of her office by now, though she found she quite liked it.

Or, Ei and Sara run into each other in front of a coffee shop and never look back.

ode to evermore

eisara | nsfw | 6k words | one shot

When the fog of war and loss finally clears, the Almighty Shogun stands before her, hand outstretched; Sara grasps at her splendor, but the words never come.

Or, Ei asks Sara to marry her, and Sara doesn’t know what to say.

coalescence

eisara | sfw | 7.8k words | one shot

Sara had seen much of what Teyvat had to offer, very little was cause for surprise, but the way Ei looked at her now— open and fervent, dazzling— had the general positively reeling. What did it mean when she touched her like that?

Or, it's Ei and Sara, and the ways in which they come together.

is it alright if i call you mine

jeansara | nsfw | 5k words | one shot

Surely one drunken kiss isn’t enough to derail their day at the gym, never mind how good Jean looks when she sweats.

Or, showering with a friend is a surefire way to work through some tension.

sweetest devotion

yaesara (implied eimikosara) | nsfw | 4.8k words | one shot

A wrapped lunch and soft caress go a long way, though Sara wasn't expecting this. Maybe she was spurred on by the heat of the summer sun, but the general was desperate for it.

Or, Yae Miko takes a break from work, with Sara's help of course.

in my heart is a christmas tree farm

yaesara | eventually nsfw | 19k words | multi-chapter, complete

Miko Yae, foreman of Yae Publishing House, doesn’t have time in her busy schedule for the leisure that often comes with the holidays. When she begrudgingly agrees to spend Christmas up in the mountains with Saiguu, Makoto, and her ex, Ei, she doesn’t expect to meet Sara as well.

Or, a yaesara hallmark christmas movie au

the smell of sunny places

eisara (implied eimikosara) | sfw | 5k words | one shot

The Raiden Shogun is insistent that Sara join her on a tour of Inazuma's sparse villages to provide reparations following the war. Despite her apprehension, Sara follows as always, braced for the worst to come to pass.

Or, Ei and Sara have each other, and perhaps that is enough.

dig those claws into this fragile heart of mine

eimikosara | sfw | 4.6k words | one shot

Atop Madam Kujou's thighs was Yae Miko's throne, so why was it that her reserved spot was now taken?

Or, Sara gets a cat, and Yae is jealous

realize not too late (loved you always)

eisara (implied eimikosara) | eventually nsfw | 18.5k words | multi-chapter, completed (5/5)

Following La Signora’s defeat, Sara is left despondent as her livelihood— her ambition— is stripped from her. How ironic. Sara decides she needs to get away for a while.

———

The Legend of Zelda

follow you anywhere

zelda/malon | sfw | 3k words | one shot (sequel to ‘my summer song’)

Zelda is nearing the end of her stay in Gerudo Desert, and each day away from Malon makes her longing grow stronger and more oppressive. They meet for a picnic and the Princess gives into her selfish desires; she asks her to stay.

all that’s left unsaid

midzel | sfw | 3k words | one shot

The Mirror of Twilight remains intact, and Midna stays. She makes a promise to Zelda, and even as the boundless days pass them by… she keeps it.

my summer song

zelda/malon | sfw | 11k words | multi-chapter, completed (3/3)

Following the Hero of Time's victory over Ganondorf, Zelda travels Hyrule on a mission to rebuild where tragedy hit over the last seven years, beginning with Lon Lon Ranch. She encounters Malon and is immediately drawn to her, much to Zelda's growing frustrations.

Lastly, I have an ongoing ko-fi request series (fandoms are varied!) My ko-fi requests are generally always open unless stated otherwise; all request info is on my ko-fi!

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hvrricaneromeo · 18 days

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[ ROMEO VALIENTE — LEVEL 05 — PATH ]

trigger warnings for panic attack, parental/child abuse, homophobia, anxiety, talk of death.

the child of zeus had answered the call. drinking the ambrosia and not leaving a drop behind. there was no turning back. divinity ran through his veins now, and whether it swallowed him whole or granted him new life would be up to him…

romeo finds himself in a peaceful slumber. the day had been long, and now in the arms of those that dwell within the athena cabin he found safety. a chance to rest peacefully in the arms of those that he cares for. to feel their warm embrace through the cool spring night. yet on this night something stirs within romeo.

it begins as a soft thrum. an echo of vibrations that shifts through him. at the edge of his hearing he can pick up soft notes. a familiar tune, that strums and tugs at his heart. the lullaby slowly growing louder, and louder, a sirens song growing clearer through the haze of his sleep. it reaches out to romeo, slowly encompassing him in its embrace. once fully surrounding the son of zeus its grip tightens, a fierce determination to hold strong onto the man.

the songs tempo builds higher and higher, the speed a flurry of notes that fill romeo with a sense of power or perhaps anxiety. no matter how hard he tries though he can not wake. he can not open his eyes. they remain shut, still fast asleep as his heartbeat quickens.

divinity calls upon him, and romeo must answer. the feeling of lightning slamming through his chest causes the demigod to wake with a start. eyes bursting open as he gasps for air.

vision shifting as soft sparks of electricity fizzle out of the air. the sudden crash of thunder waking him fully to the realization that he is no longer where he had been sleeping. no longer surrounded by those protective arms. instead he is alone…

WHEN ROMEO OPENS HIS EYES, WHAT DOES HE SEE? WHERE IS HE? PLEASE DESCRIBE IT.

he wakes with a start—a lightning bolt sundering his insides and casting him ablaze. his breath comes in shallow pants, a near hiss through a clenched jaw. he looks around and he doesn't see atticus, remy, or oliver.

it's alarming.

he closes his eyes, squeezing them tightly, before opening them again. he blinks, the room coming into focus.

beneath him, he feels the familiar leather of a chair he sat in day after day. he can feel where his fingernails dug grooves into it, nearly tearing at the expensive fabric as if he was trying to keep his nerves in check, to keep himself from breaking. dark painted walls, nearly black, wrap around him in all corners. in front of him, a large glass table, metallic legged, separates him from a larger leather wing backed chair. the room is meticulously clean, minimalistic but imposing.

his father's office.

ramiro valiente's office.

he can read the golden etched name plate on the corner of the desk, can see the neatly piled papers, can even see the briefcase set beside the legs. the air smells the same as it always did: vanilla and citrus, an underlying pepper, almost like cayenne, and tobacco. his chest tightens. it's been weeks since he's been in this office, weeks since he's had to walk down the silent hall of the law firm he interned at—beneath his father, beneath his superiors, beneath the thumb of what was expected of him.

he looks around, the glass windows behind the desk overlooking new york and, behind him, the large glass door showing the hallway he walked down one too many times. there's an emptiness to this place, a hollowness, and it makes his chest constrict.

this is where the yelling happens. this is when his father presses a button to darken the glass and slaps him across the face and gets in his face.

this is when he realizes he'll never be enough.

behind romeo the new york skyline stands tall. a storm slowly building in the distance as grey clouds begin to shift and sway with the tightness that is building in romeo's chest. the storm brews as those feelings of inadequacy fester deep inside of the child of zeus.

romeo is accustomed to this place being nothing but shouting, yelling, screaming… yet here in this moment the room is silent. silent except for the soft echoes of that lullaby that haunt the back of his mind.

what does romeo do?

romeo moves from the chair, nearly knocking it over with how quickly he moves to get toward the window. he reaches out, a hand pressed to the glass, and looks at the brewing storm.

a reflection of the storm inside of him, the building hurricane, the natural disaster that he could unleash with a scream, a cry. with eyes like spring leaves, he stares at the brewing storm, breathing in and out with every rumble of thunder and flash of lightning he might see.

he tries to connect, tries to feel the storm.

inhale, one, two, three, four, five.

exhale, one, two, three, four, five.

the storm is him. it always has been. a tumultuous and treacherous thing. something that can't be tamed, that can't be swayed. a force of nature so powerful that everyone is both in fear and in awe of its power.

he stands there, looking outward, both hands now pressed to the glass and just watches the storm unfold.

eyes glued to the storm romeo watches as it builds larger and larger. destructive power brewing as the clouds darken and lightning streaks throughout the sky.

he counts… and he counts… and he counts…

over and over again romeo counts, breathing in and out in an effort to calm his mind. yet the storm does not calm. it continues to grow, continues to spread. darkening the sky as rain begins to fall. the first few drops hitting the glass with a soft pitter patter that brings his attention to a reflection.

there in the window, something begins to take shape.

who or what is in the reflection?

it takes a moment for romeo to realize something is staring at him through the reflection of the glass, but when his eyes meet the ones looking, he freezes.

tall, broad shouldered, impecibly tailored suit, head shaved down close, the perfect amount of stubble. tanned skin, darker than his own usually. a man that romeo knows quite well, the man that, up until weeks ago, romeo thought was his father.

ramiro valiente.

the suit he wears is nearly as black as the walls, save for the golden cuff links and accented accessories he wears—a watch, a wedding band on his finger, he is an imposing force to be reckoned with, a storm of his own right.

romeo nearly flinches as his eyes meet the light brown hues of his father's eyes—eyes that didn't match his. he stands still, just staring, unable to say anything.

he can't be here. he can't be here. he can't be here.

he left him behind.

as the panic begins to grow once more within romeo the boys eyes shut tight trying to will the image away. as if just by thinking it he can get rid of the nightmare before him. the storm inside romeo only growing thicker, like the clouds themselves may very well be choking his lungs as a thrum of electricity fills his veins.

a long and exasperated sigh escapes the man as he grips the back of romeo's neck. as he does so the demigods eyes open and the man is standing now much taller than he was before… or perhaps, perhaps it is that romeo has gotten much smaller than what he was before. having to look up to see the man's eyes as he glares down with unbridled annoyance, that hand gripping the back of the demigods neck and tugging him away from the window.

"what have i told you about playing in my office when i'm not here? how many times do i need to remind you this isn't a playground!"

the hand on his neck sends an electric shock coursing through his veins. it sets the hairs on his forearms and the back of his neck on end. the yelling will come next, the berating. weeks without this, of a new life, has nearly made romeo valiente forget everything he endured, the expectation and the abuse, the rigorous performance of being the perfect son for the perfect man.

it's strange how one person can make someone feel so small. how one look could render a future king to nothing more than a motionless, obedient child.

romeo is twenty-four years old but, within the presence of ramiro, he is nothing more than a child waiting ot be punished.

he knows not to talk back, but the words spill out of him anyway.

"i wasn't playing around in here."

a look of disgust grows across ramiro's face. raised eyebrow as he kneels to look romeo in the eye. "oh…" the sheer mockery in his voice is met with a pitiful laugh as the hand grips the back of romeo's neck tighter.

"so you finally learn the truth, found your real father and suddenly think you can speak back to me? all that power going to waist in such a worthless child like you." venom. words filled to the brim with venom and vitriol.

as the words filter through romeo how do they make him feel?

the words are like a gust of wind to the face, a maelstrom of rain battering against his skin, leaving him chilled to the bone. the thrumming in his chest, that kickdrum of thunder, is a broken staccato.

but they're not words that he's not heard before.

they're not words that he hasn't told himself, either.

he looks down, at his father's brightly polished designer shoes. the man exudes power. although, the power he wields is more like a ticking bomb with a short fuse, ready to detonate and lay waste to everything in his wake.

romeo, too, is much the same. his fuse longer, internalized and broken, but still there.

and the words spat at him ignite it.

his hands clench at his sides and he feels that familiar power coursing through him, lightning in a bottle, crackling behind the cage of his rib bones.

"you're right." romeo says, finally looking up to lock eyes with the man who raised him, the man who told him to never show emotion, to never let emotions lead his judgment. the man who told him he had to be a certain way in order to succeed, in order to live up to his legacy. the valiente family would not be weak and, for all his life, romeo thought that's exactly what he was.

until he heard the song in his veins.

"power? i have it." his fingernails dig crescent moons into the palm of his hands. "you don't."

a fuse is lit…

it's flame sputtering, sparking, moving along its winding path as romeo stares up at ramiro. childlike form standing tall against the man who has tormented him for years.

those stern eyes gazing down to watch as romeo's hands ball into fists. the anger inside of the boy like a storm. howling winds ripping against your chest as lightning dances along your ribcage. power. it's there, right inside of him. but before romeo can fully get a firm grasp on it a hand is reaching deep within his chest. Fingers clasping around the very core of those powers, and with a harsh brutality begins to tug.

[ ROMEO… PLEASE MAKE A CON SAVE, DC 20 ]

CON SAVE — 12.

pain.

unimaginable pain.

and then… nothing.

truly nothing…

there is no song, no lullaby, no rumble of the storm. romeo watches as the hand slowly pulls free from his chest. in the fist is a crackling burst of lightning. it sparks and pulses shooting out as if trying to escape. the tendrils of light reaching out for romeo, yet unable to connect.

romeo has been severed from his divinity…

"you mean this power? pathetic as always ronto…"

what does romeo do?

romeo has felt what nearly dying feels like. he's fallen from sixty feet in the air more than once, sundered and broken. he's seen the world go black at the edges of his vision, has felt the dizziness settle in.

but this? this is something far worse.

it's the absence of everything. a void within him. this must be what losing hope feels like. at the end of everything, when faith is broken, there is only this. a darkness that swirls inside of him like a vortex, that swallows him whole. all consuming. a nothingness worse than any storm that ever battered against his skin.

for so long, he didn't know who he was or he was meant to be. not without ramiro dictating his every mood, not without sneaking around after hours to release and relax, to do the things he wished. to be who he wanted to be.

then, the ambrosia. the searing pain. he remembers everything about it, the words that slithered into his mind like snakes, biting and biting and biting, seeping poison into his bloodstream, trying to make him believe that it was true.

even now, he hears those voices.

he will be nothing. nothing. nothing. he'll hurt those around him. he's dangerous. he'll never be king. false prince, false prince, false prince.

he stares at the crackling electricity torn from his chest, how it nearly beats like a heart. is that all he had inside of him? is that piece of the storm really all he is?

"no." he whispers, voice broken, like shards of glass lodged in his throat. this can't be the end. it can't be. he thinks to himself.

"this power."

romeo reaches even further within himself, desperate to cling on to any remnants of the song inside of him or the storm outside these glass paned windows. the song once sang to it and he answered now, he reaches in deep and sings for it to come home. he pulls on everything he has, everything he is, everything that's made him who he is until this point and latches on as hard as he can.

he stares at ramiro valiente, the father that should have loved and accepted him, and feels the man who dug dirty fingers into his chest and ripped away everything that he's crafted to become romeo valiente, and lets the unbridled fury of the storm unleash upon him.

[ ROMEO... PLEASE MAKE A CHARISMA SAVE, DC 20. ]

CHARISMA SAVE — 19.

romeo digs within himself. clawing at the empty void that now sits in his chest. the storm that once raged is gone. not even a light breeze is left. eyes glancing up he is met with a wicked sneer coming from ramiro. the man who raised him, the man who first showed him what power meant. what its destructive power could do.

"what was that?"

ramiro asks with another sneer. the lightning crackles and cries, a loud boom echoing from the fist as the thunder shudders against that grasp. he squeezes. fist tight. knuckles slowly growing white as he all but crushes what power romeo used to have.

"pathetic. truly fucking pathetic. all you are is a prime example of nepotism, and hell you couldn't even do that right."

lifting his foot up he slams it down against romeo's chest and presses him into the floor. the weight of him growing as he raises the ball of lightning high above his head and towards the sky.

"you know I knew you were worthless, but to think even now you can't stand up for yourself."

heel digging in harder. the soul of his designer shoe sinking into the hole in romeo's chest. the weight of his body growing heavier as he steps atop where romeo's heart should be.

"prince of olympus my ass, nothing but a bastard who can't even call upon the storm."

with a twist of his hand a bolt of lightning slams down into the ground against romeo's head. burst of light sparking through the darkness of the room as a cold wind begins to blow. a storm is brewing, but this is not romeo's… no, it is far darker than anything he could brew.

"do i need to show you how to use your own powers? or have you already blown your shot like those cocks in your mouth? spending all your time on your knees when you should have been working to earn what daddy dearest left you."

how do these words effect romeo? and what does he do in response?

his worst fear is being spat in his face, venom laced words marred by the lightning that crackles in a hand that isn't his. green eyes stare at the fist, at how the lightning nearly begs to be set free.

the words dig into him, like knuckles, like knives, like a bruise that he'd push against just to feel alive, just to make sure that his father hadn't left him truly broken. was he, though? if he didn't have that storm inside of him, then who, or what, was he?

is romeo nothing? can he be more? can he be what they need him to be? can he be who he needs himself to be?

the weight of the foot on his chest squeezes the air out of his lungs. he lets out a pained cry, feeling like his entire chest is going to cave in. he struggles, hands digging into the floor beneath him before he tries to push himself up.

that's when the storm cracks, lightning searing against him, a darker cloud than any he's ever seen before rolling in, wielded by a man who isn't worthy to hold it.

but that's it, isn't it? he, himself, isn't worthy. why?

why? why?

because he doesn't believe himself to be? because he's gone all his life doing as he's told, hiding who he is, hiding who he wants to be, because he was to afraid to step out of line? and now? now what's his excuse.

nepotism gone wrong.

because he doesn't want the crown handed to him, he wants to work for it, he wants to earn it, he wants to deserve it.

he thinks back to what he's been through since arriving at the camp, since accepting the song in his blood. so many people already look to him for leadership, have accepted the crown atop his head because of his actions, because he's kept them safe, because he's demonstrated the power that he has and hasn't been afraid. it's been a lie, a ruse, because romeo valiente is scared, he's terrified.

but he won't be any longer.

"i don't need you," romeo says through gritted teeth, his voice low and dark. with eyes looking up at his father from beneath his shoe, he continues. "to tell me who i am." romeo lets out a bellow of a scream, clawed hands reaching up, willing whatever storm his father is wielding into him, ready to take on that power and claim it as his, as it should be in the first place.

[ ROMEO... ROLL A CHARISMA SAVING THROW, DC 20 ]

CHARISMA SAVE — 27.

"i don't need you…"

the words rumble throughout the room. thunder and lightning crashing above them as the very room itself begins to shake. the storm grows into something all consuming as the wind whips around them.

"to tell me who i am."

hands clawing at ramiro's leg, tugging, pulling, romeo reaches for the lightning. his struggle seems in vein at first. desperation filling the boy up as lightning crashes all around them. the howling screaming winds filling his ears as rain starts to pour. trying his hardest to reclaim the storm, to reclaim what belongs to him.

there's a moment. a look of recognition as those eyes flash bright like lightning. his teeth tight in a snarl of what looks like excitement fills the older man. a laugh building up and bursting forth from the man as a massive bolt of lightning comes slamming down not only into him but also into romeo.

as the flash of light disappears romeo lays in the eye of the storm. the roof to the office has been blown away along with most of the furniture. for a moment all is quiet. the dull ache in his chest still there…

the absence of power lingers…

there is nothing…

nothing…

boom…

the first rumbles of thunder resound in his chest as the storm begins to build once more.

boom…

winds picking up and filling the void. their swirling mass harnessed within romeo as he feels himself begin to lift off the ground.

CRACK!

lightning slams down around romeo, he is complete… he is whole… and now he is so much more…

but as the power settles he hears his father's voice once more. the dark whisper in the back of his mind.

"you'll always need me, hell… couldn't even claim this without me."

a thrum of electricity courses over romeo's being. a current racing along his veins as a low crack of thunder booms with each beat of his heart. the storm circles faster, growing larger and larger.

"work harder boy, or I'll be back to rip this from you completely next time."

the words crawl against his skin, and in his chest he feels that hand gripping onto his divinity. as the hand squeezes the storm rages even louder, and romeo is able to rip free from the feeling. he feels stronger, faster, more in touch with himself and the divine song that courses through his veins. the song within him soaring in a crescendo as a new path unfolds before him.

eyes forced open once more the son of zeus finds himself back in the athena cabin. sweat soaks the bed and his body. his arms and legs have spread out and are clutching those that share this space with him. high above the cabin a slow storm rumbles, the sound of thunder bringing comfort as it resonates with his song.

the son of zeus has taken the first steps into a fuller acceptance of who he is and who he will become.

only time will tell what's in store for this godling, and whether or not this would be a step in the right direction…

he wakes in a cold sweat, a near scream ripping from his lips. he chokes it down, feeling heat pressed against his back and his front—bodies of familiar people—atticus, remy, oliver.

inside his chest, his heart feels as if it's been ripped out and torn asunder, stomped on, torn open, before placed back inside him. the broken pieces of himself are barely hanging on and he feels as if he's been struck by lightning. a numbness settles into his bones, a tiredness that overtakes him.

inhale, one, two, three, four, five.

exhale, one, two, three, four, five.

he can't be here, not within the athena cabin, not within arms that want to keep him safe, protect him from harm.

was it all a dream? the loss of his divinity, the song within his veins nothing more than silence? he listens now, desperate to hear it, desperate to know that he's still who he's chosen to be.

seconds turn to minutes.

he finally hears it, the song that he answered. this time, though, it's more meloncholy, darker, but there's still power within him. he's always been a storm, he's always had a hurricane pressed between his lungs and a thunderstorm behind his ribcage.

but now, romeo valiente, is a storm of his own making and he'll prove that to himself and anyone who stands in his way.

PATH COMPLETE !

#✧ — 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐞𝐮𝐬 ꒰ musings ꒱#✧ — 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐞𝐮𝐬 ꒰ path ꒱#path of the ruinous storm #child abuse tw #panic attack tw #ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

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Ok hear me out mer sunder with handler overlord(or the other way around) mer sunder would be VERY interested in overlord his a big and strong mech he would make the perfect carrier for sunder all sunder has to do is get his claws on him

But overlord pays him no mind sunder isn't strong enough to pull him down and he doesn't respond to his siren songs the only time overlord touches him is when his in heat/rut and overlord will finger him or give him a hand job and sunder is getting frustrated

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OoOoh, we don't consider big mer + big land-dweller enough.

The sheer frustration Sunder would experience seeing that Overlord easily shakes off his attempts at sinking him into the tank... Perhaps Sunder's got a history of assaulting his handlers, in all kinds of ways, from slashing at them, luring them with a siren song and trying to eat them, to trying to mate with them no matter how much they flailed... Overlord seemed like a good choice to help handle him. Normally, Trepan would have been given a job like that, but again, he's far too small.

If Sunder's obedient and doesn't try and get in his head any chance he gets, Overlord will turn away the cameras and finger the hell out of his slit until the mer's claws are digging into his plating <3

#rare pairing extravaganza over here today #valveplug #merformers

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leastdatablebracket · 8 months

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Updated Round 1 bracket featuring the new 1.5 matches.

Group 1 (Matches 1-16)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow) VS Penny (Stardew Valley)

Joy Johnson-Johjima (Monster Prom) VS Vladamir (Moonlight Lovers)

P.S. Elle (Romancelvania) VS Saint Germain (Code: Realize)

Bram Galeborn (Tales of the Wild) VS Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)

Edgar Morton (To Love & Protect) VS Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Maison Talo (House Hunted) VS Sam (Stardew Valley)

Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3 Portable) VS Sam Dalton (Choices - The Nanny Affair)

Ota Kisaki (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder) VS Casavir (Neverwinter Nights 2)

Isabela (Dragon Age 2) VS Shuu Iwamine (Hatoful Boyfriend)

Liam de Lioncourt (Monster Prom) VS Sunder (Boyfriend Dungeon)

Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age Inquisition) VS Curie (Fallout 4)

Cliff (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Barbatos (Obey Me) VS Solas (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Group 2 (Matches 17-32)

Adam/Ava du Mortain (Wayhaven Chronicles) VS Drake Walker (Choices - The Royal Romance)

Taro Majima (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 2nd Season) VS Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Yoosung Kim (Mystic Messenger) VS Siren Head (Siren Head Dating Sim)

Rick (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS V (Mystic Messenger)

Bigfoot (Dialtown) VS Damien Ramsey (Magical Diary)

Merrill (Dragon Age 2) VS Landon (High School Dreams Best Friends Forever)

Vyn Richter (Tears of Themis) VS Sumire Yoshizawa (Persona 5 Royal)

Sebastian (Stardew Valley) VS Triss Merigold (Witcher 3)

Rock (Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life) VS Morrigan (Dragon Age Origins)

Gray (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Calculester Hewlett-Packard (Monster Prom)

Kevan (Long Live the Queen) VS Camellia (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous)

Ace (Heart no Kuni no Alice) VS Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Group 3 (Matches 33-48)

Ilessa (Romancelvania) VS Dolce (Rune Factory 4)

Sothis (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) VS Laito Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers)

Cameron Conner (Wylde Flowers) VS Sera (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Elliott (Stardew Valley) VS Shane (Stardew Valley)

Towa Wakasa (Sweet Fuse: At Your Side) VS Shiloh Fields (XOXO Droplets)

Arsene Lupin (Code: Realize) VS Blackwall (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Vere (Touchstarved) VS Shiki (Togainu no Chi)

Sebastian Vael (Dragon Age 2) VS Toma (Amnesia: Memories)

Katherine (Catherine) VS Jonah (Boyfriend Dungeon)

Anders (Dragon Age 2) VS Dorian Grey (OZMAFIA!!)

Skye (Harvest Moon DS Cute) VS Tammy (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Fenris (Dragon Age 2) VS Dys (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Peter King (Your Boyfriend Game) VS Eisuke Ichinomiya (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder)

Group 4 (Matches 49-64)

Tharja (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Jacob Taylor (Mass Effect 2)

Elanee (Neverwinter Nights 2) VS Megaricus (Kaichu - The Kaiju Dating Sim)

Baxter Ward (Our Life: Beginnings & Always) VS Ryouta Kazama (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 4)

Colonel Sanders (I Love You, Colonel Sanders!) VS Kappa (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)

Andy (Romance Club) VS Micah Yujin (Error143)

Anomen Delryn (Baldur’s Gate 2) VS Koolie Sterling (Tentador Leches)

Doctor (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Lucy (Your Boyfriend Game)

Alfani (OZMAFIA!!) VS Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)

Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age Origins) VS Kai (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) VS The Red Prince (Divinity: Original Sin 2)

Lucio Morgasson (The Arcana) VS Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age Inquisition)

ROUND 1.5 (REPLACEMENT MATCHES)

Makoto Mikami (Sweet Fuse: At Your Side) VS Morinth (Mass Effect 2)

Peri (Fire Emblem Fates) VS Yang (Piofiore Fated Memories)

Michelle (Harvest Moon: A New Beginning) VS Leliana (Dragon Age Origins)

Nightowl (Blooming Panic: Full Bloom Edition) VS Virion (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Witch Princess (Harvest Moon DS) VS Lorenz Hellman Gloucester (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Harry Choi (The Ssum) VS Everett Gray (XOXO Droplets)

Shara (Rune Factory 3) VS Randy Jade (Dialtown)

Lon'qu (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Ron Muroboshi (Norn9) VS Ethan Ramsey (Choices - Open Heart)

Canus Espada (Cafe Enchante) VS Kageyuki Shiraishi (Collar x Malice)

Sam Gordon (Growing Up) VS Marco Bottazzi (Lovelink)

Warren (Life is Strange) VS Sam (Seduce Me the Otome)

Mr. Pages (Mask of the Rose) VS Sannan Keisuke (Hakuoki)

Joseph Christiansen (Dream Daddy) VS Jakob (Fire Emblem Fates)

Haley (Stardew Valley) VS Kenshin Uesugi (Ikemen Sengoku)

#round 1

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