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Connections 10

Chapter 10

this is based on @thepeacetea daminette soulmate au

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Arriving in Themyscira, they were greeted by Queen Hippolyta and guided them to large hall. Introductions were made and Tikki zipped towards Hippolyta, nuzzling her cheek.

"You are the Ladybug of this generation?" The Amazonian Queen asked the youngest in the room.

"Yes, Ma’am." Marinette answered quickly and slightly panicked in the Queen's presence.

"Your soul is a true creation soul," she began her explanation. "As your soulmate and intended cat is a true destruction soul." As if on cue Damian, in corporeal form, 'crashed' through the ceiling, falling, and landing with a thud.

"Nice entrance Demon spawn." Jason snickered as Damian stood up.

"Tt. When I get my body back Grayson and Drake help me with this.” He demanded, but was actually asked of his brothers. He held up two batons.

“Dick would be better than...” Tim’s voice cut off as Damian merged the two and it expanded into a bo staff. “I stand corrected.”

“The Black Cat is the most offensive Miraculous," Hippolyta continued to explain. "As you've already found the first two, attempt to find the third."

"There are five total," Tikki chimed in. "But you'll need Plagg for the other two and to use your Power." Damian nodded and sat down fiddling with the staff, then batons, then the staff again, while listening to the Amazonian Queen.

"What does this have to do with the Lazarus Pit and bringing Damian back?” was asked by Bruce.

"Everything. Understanding the power that she is and he will, wield explains why there will not be an adverse effect on him." Hippolyta calmly explained. “The Ladybug as you may know uses a yo-yo as the primary weapon, but you also have two collapsed escrima sticks. Your powers include the 'Lucky Charm' and 'Miracle Cure’ used together you can reverse all damage caused as a result of the miraculous, or if any miraculous took part during anytime of the altercation. It is also possible to revive the dead with your power."

"So is it possible for Mari to bring back Damian?" Was asked by a hopeful Dick.

"Unfortunately not. What occurred was a result of the soul bond and the magic embedded into Marinette." A sad knowing look crossed the Queen's features. "This is where the Pits of Lazarus comes into play. As Marinette is the embodiment of creation and luck, as Damian is the embodiment of destruction and misfortune they are the two souls of this generation who can enter its waters without corruption."

"Why?" was chorused by the four eldest Waynes.

"The Pits were created by a wish merging the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous." Tikki now spoke again. "But with such powerful magic it comes with a cost. Pit madness comes when a person has a soul alignment with a miraculous, like Jason. For others it may vary, but for souls like the two of you, as part of Plagg and I, you are immune to the madness only reaping the benefits."

"Why didn't you say this before, Tikki." Tim brought up. "Because I can't see souls like my chosen can and Mari is too young to see them now." the miniature goddess responded.

"Pits as in more than one?" Bruce whispered, as if in deep thought.

"There are half a dozen pits around the world hidden away. Each is guarded by one of the inner kwamii, but that is more of a tidbit than necessary information." the Queen smiled. “Now has that calmed some concerns?"

"Is there a Pit not controlled by the League?" Jason blurted out. Because logically the league couldn't control all of them.

"A few, such as the one here on Paradise Island." Queen Hippolyta answered in turn.

"I can get my body back without the League?" Damian whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

This was the best news they could get. Damian could be revived while not having to struggle with the Pit madness. He wouldn't need to be near the League which means he wouldn't question himself. That he is able to build upon what he has since moving to Gotham without being the Prince of Assassins.

"Yes. Now come little bug, little cat." Marinette and Damian each flanked the Queen as the rest followed behind.

A short trek into the Mountains and they arrived at a pit. The same acidic green with chaos and creation swirled. Damian's body was deposited next to the swirling pool.

"Understand that when you emerge, both of you, will train here in order to strengthen and teach you the magic you will wield." the two children nodded, clear resolve on their features. "Good."

After bringing Damian back from the dead they almost immediately were placed into training. It was true that there was no madness, his mind was intact without being clouded by anger. Their soul bond was a huge benefit. Where Damian caught the physical aspect quickly and it transferred to Mari. While Mari was a natural at magic and helped guide Damian through.

Yes the Amazon’s did not particularly trust men but they could recognize Damian as a Black Cat, which along with his brother’s nickname Demon Spawn, he gained the name Hellcat. That and they could clearly see that Damian was Marinette’s soulmate, but didn’t treat her as a damsel in distress, instead as a partner and equal. Which helped him earn some respect to the warriors around them. Which was how the two spent most of the week before going back.

What they couldn't be prepared for was the tornado named Jagged. As soon as they arrived in the manor he was there in a fury of a whirlwind.

"Hey little Rocker, how was the trip?"

"It was fun." Marinette smiled at her dad.

"So got any pictures to show your papa, love." he asked excitedly.

"Pictures?" she repeated quizzically.

That was when the Wayne’s and Mari began to laugh

"What’s so funny?" The rocker asked confused.

"Apparently we were so caught up in the vacation we didn’t take pictures." Tim grinned, the little liar he is, spoke up. He had pictures but they were mostly of his brothers getting their asses handed to them by the Amazons. And he couldn’t explain how they happened to be on the secret hidden island filled with Amazonian warriors. "Their also was zero service on the island." He finished with a shrug.

"Ohh I did bring back some shells and crystals and some seeds for my garden." Mari chimed in. "I can tell you all about it."

"Yes you can on the plane to wherever you and the bird you choose to come with us." Jagged smiled at his daughter.

"Jared what are you..." Bruce near finished his sentence.

Jagged having interrupted his thoughts he sentence. “Come now Batsey you steal little rocker for a week so I steal one of your birds." He stated as a matter of fact.

Bruce just stood with his jaw slack. Sure Mari told them he figured them out, but he forgot, he had a child to revive goddamn it. “Fine but I think it’ll be a good idea to tell him Mari." He turned to the young girl.

The girl chewed her lip before putting her hand in her light vest shirt. A red pixie bug flew out and sat on Mari’s head.

"Hello I’m Tikki the Ladybug kwamii, Marinette is my chosen holder." Tikki's voice rang through the room.

"I’m sorry what now?" The rocker was eerily still and quiet.

"Long story short your daughter is a magical girl and Demon Spawn is her soulmate and is also a magical girl, boy, you get the idea." Jason chuckled.

"Okay let me get this straight. Mari's soulmate is the Grumpy Gargoyle, they are both magical kids who are chosen by fairies. All of you are Gotham's vigilantes, which I'm assuming you've been training Little Rocker."

"Yes.??” Dick answered unsure.

"Okay."

"Okay." Dick again responded. Before realizing, "Wait! Okay!”

"Ya," Jagged shrugged. "You've all met Mari. This is completely plausible with her. So who are we stealing from Bruce?"

"Dames!" she jumped to hug him from behind, arms wrapped around his neck.

Damian for his part didn't throw Marinette off. In fact he repositioned to piggy back her, a ghost of a smile spread on his neutral features.

"So where are we going?"

Yucatan Peninsula

Why?

The Twins said a gift for future bugs and cats were there.

Haven't their been cats and bugs since them?

Yes but travel was limited.

In other words scavenger hunt.

Yes. How's your Spanish? Because the most logical place to start would be the Mayan ruins.

"Mejor que eI tuyo." she smirked at him.

"God damn it their doing it again." Jason dragged his hands down his face.

"Doing what?"

"Their bond is shockingly rare, its a Mind link sharing knowledge, meaning basically anything one knows so does the other. As if that isn't enough now they can communicate telepathically."

"So why the Spanish rocker?"

"Cancun, Mayan scavenger hunt." she grinned.

"Sounds good. I'll shoot Penny a text and we'll leave tomorrow sound good?"

"Yup." She responded, Damian nodded and finally set her down.

Your helping me pack.

As if I'd let you do it yourself.

Knowing you, you'd pack your Robin uniform.

'Pfft'

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Daminette December Day 3

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Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 3 – Legend

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Marinette closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The breeze softly danced through her hair as she sat in the windowsill of her room. She opened her eyes and stared at the parchment resting on a book on her lap, her little bottle of ink sat next to her on the ledge. She fidgeted with the quill in her hand, frustrated.

She was trying to write a letter to Luka to let him know that they'd arrived safely. He was her right hand man and their friends were most likely bugging him on whether he'd heard from her or not. She needed to give them an estimate on how well the whole thing was going but she barely had a feel for these people. She was pretty certain they wanted this alliance just as much as the Order did, but she didn’t yet have any idea what exactly they’d ask for.

She sighed and dipped her quill in her ink, maybe if she started the words would come.

Dear Luka

I hope you are well. How is everyone doing? How’s Alya and the baby? How’s Nino dealing with her pregnancy hormones? How’s she dealing with his overprotectiveness? Has Chloe returned from her mission? How did it go?

I miss you all, I hope everything is alright back home.

We arrived safely at the Gotham Royal family's Summer home. They have treated me with kindness and respect.

She took a breath. Should she tell him about Prince Damian? He would in all likelihood be the next Black Cat. He was her match. She didn’t know him, but the Destruction radiating off of him was on par with the Creation that followed her. As much as she didn’t want to replace- She shook her head, moving on was inevitable, she needed someone to rule by her side. She needed to tell her court the truth.

I met him. It all feels too soon after everything that happened last year. The Destruction coming from him was incredible. Plagg would kill me if I didn’t introduce them. Please have Pegasus deliver the ring when you receive my letter. He can deliver it to my exact location, I’ll explain things to any witnesses. I’ll disclose more information on who he is if he accepts my offer of the ring.

Yours sincerely,

Marinette

She tapped her chin with the end of her quill as she reread her letter.

A soft mew made her look up, sitting next to her little ink bottle was a beautiful calico, staring at her curiously.

“Hey girl,” she replied softly, holding out her hand, the cat sniffed it then pressed her cheek against Marinette’s hand. She scratched the cat's head softly, smiling.

“Her name is Legend,” a voice said from her doorway. She looked up and recognized Lady Stephanie standing in her doorway. She was about to greet her when the girl kept talking.

“Oh sorry, your door was open, I didn’t think it'd be a problem, we’re just pretty casual around here and it slipped my mind, Your Majesty,” she said, quickly, her hands gesturing as she spoke.

Marinette smiled at her, standing and placing her letter, book and quill on a nearby table, “It’s quite alright, Lady Stephanie. My court and I are quite similar to you that way, and please do call me Marinette,”

“Only if you’ll call me Steph,” she replied, shifting from foot to foot in the doorway.

Marinette saw the movement and invited her in. They sat at the table she’d put her letter on and she folded it as they made small talk.

She melted some wax onto her envelope and pressed it with the Miraculous Court's seal as she listened to Steph detail a story about the time she and Jason had snuck into the kitchen to steal some of the pastries before a big event when she’d first arrived at the castle back in Gotham.

“It seems you are all quite close,” Marinette commented after Stephanie wrapped up her tale.

“Yeah, we’re family, you know?” she replied. Stephanie wrung her hands together before meeting her gaze, “Can I ask you something?”

Marinette could feel the girl’s unease, so she tried to appear reassuring, “Yes,”

“Yesterday,” she started hesitantly, “In the throne room, the older man who came with you did most of the talking. I don’t know much about the Order of the Miraculous, but I was pretty certain you’re their leader but you didn’t really talk so...” she left the rest of the question unsaid, clearly hoping Marinette would understand hat she was trying to say.

She could tell the girl didn’t mean any disrespect, she was simply curious and she couldn’t blame her. So she gave her a smile, “Master Fu is my teacher, I’m still learning to lead and he’s helping me through everything, until my training is complete he makes the important introductions and still does a lot of the talking. I will be voicing my thoughts a lot more during negotiations though,”

Stephanie nodded slowly, “That makes a lot of sense actually,”

They spent the afternoon together and had tea in the garden.

Marinette was listening to Stephanie ‘s retelling of how she and Tim first met when she recognized Prince Jason heading towards them.

Stephanie spotted him too so she paused when he got close. Marinette nodded her head at him, “Your Highness,”

He nodded back, “Your Majesty,”

He sat down on the open chair at their table and Stephanie quickly continued her story.

She listened politely, but she was aware of the Prince who had joined them studying her discreetly, if she hadn’t been trained to notice, she would’ve missed it.

He noticed her noticing him and she was impressed by his ability to read body language. He, if her training was correct, was growing more and more curious about her by the second.

Somehow managing to miss the tension Stephanie kept telling her story.

“We were both so incredibly oblivious to the other’s feelings and denying our own. Months of pinning and so many misunderstandings. Apparently it was an incredibly frustrating debacle to watch,” she said laughingly, giving Prince Jason a pointed look.

He groaned, playing along and ignoring their silent sort-of conversation that had transpired earlier, “Don’t remind me, it was torture,”

They all laughed, and a comfortable silence followed.

Well that was until Tikki appeared and the other two almost fell of their chairs. She turned to her kwami and decided to explain later.

“Guardian, Queen Bee is attempting to contact you,” she quickly supplied, ignoring the two royal siblings who were staring in shock.

“Put her on, these two can be trusted,” she replied, sipping her tea.

Tikki put down a device on the table and the familiar image of Queen Bee appeared shining in the air in front of her, it was nothing new to Marinette but the other two stared in shock at the moving image of a blonde girl in armor unlike any they’ve ever seen.

“Bee, this better be important, you know how much it takes out of the kwami to do calls (a/n I’m not gonna figure out a new name for it, calls make sense sorry not sorry °3°),” Marinette said sternly.

Chloe looked grim but stood up straight, confident in her choice, “I’m afraid it’s rather urgent Guardian,”

Marinette felt chills, Chloe rarely looked that grim, it was even rarer for her to address her by her title, “Queen Bee, what is it?”

Chloe grimaced. She gave her a meaningful look softly replied, “It may bring back a few unpleasant memories, Mari,”

Oh

It felt as though the wind had momentarily been knocked out of her.

The familiar green eyes that haunted her at night flashed through her mind. Immediately followed by a darker, newer pair. She pushed both images away, she’d deal with that later, now Chloe needed her to be the Guardian.

Marinette took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her cup, “I can take it,”

“It’s Gabriel, he has the butterfly, he wants -,” Chloe swallowed, looking at Mari with pity, she lowered her voice, “He wants to bring him back, Mari,”

Her grip around her teacup was deadly, it was a shock it hadn’t broken yet. She was certain her knuckles and face were both as white as a cloud.

“I -,” her voice cracked and she took a deep breath, she was in the presence of strangers, she couldn’t break down, she pushed her emotions back and went into her Guardian mode, “Tikki add Carapace, Viperion, Tigress, Rena Rouge and Paon to the call. Now. I want it taken care of quickly,”

Chloe’s eyes widened, “Those are all our top warriors,”

“Like I said, I want this taken care of quickly,” Marinette replied briskly.

The others were quickly added and they all switched to the language of the Guardians. If the two royal siblings could speak French, her and Chloe’s previous conversation had already given enough away. Chloe explained the situation while Marinette quickly pulled herself together, she could fall apart later. Right now her Court needed her.

Carapace looked on edge and she knew why. Rena was on the call and she was pregnant, he was scared that she’d have to fight.

“Rena,” she said after Chloe finished explaining, all eyes turned to look at her, “You’re not fighting, but your strategizing capabilities are too valuable to have you sit out completely. You’re on the side-lines for this one,”

Carapace looked relieved and Rena nodded, understanding.

She looked at Viperion, while half her letter turned out to be written in vain, at least she could get this done quicker, “I need you to send Plagg and his ring with Pegasus as soon as you guys finish discussing details,"

She took a deep breath, "I found my match,”

(a/n did I totally just only put the prompt as part of a single paragraph? yeah i did. Do I have any idea where this is going? No i don't. Is the fact that I don’t listen to my outline and do whatever the hell I want gonna stop me? Nope, not at all)

(fr tho I’m just as surprised at this plot as yall are ngl, also, look at me doing a cliffhanger hehehe)

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Family (Warrior of the Crown 8)

Pairing: Darkiplier x French Goddess!Reader

Words: 1,859

Warnings: Mentions of past suicidal thoughts 

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A/N: It’s been a h o t m i n u t e and I apologize for that. Go ahead and let me know if you want to be put on a tag list because I am willing to do that. Don’t know when I’ll be back on track. Also, if you haven’t already, please take the time to read this. That is an update I did not that long ago (I think Sunday?). Thank you for your patience!

She wants to take away your lovers, Y/N. She plans on putting you at risk of turning to the darkness, continued to cycle through your head even after the meeting with Flinn and it has caused you to constantly space out to the point that someone who was in the room with you could scare you.

It was so bad that Dark demanded Sébastian to go fetch Hades or someone. Dark, the entity that hated other Gods being around. That how you found yourself surrounded by family and you blinked when you watch something fly across the table at Jean-Louis.

“You are such a pain,” Angel groaned as she leaned back in her seat. “You like André. I don’t see why you complain about him so much.”

“I do not like André,” Jean-Louis deadpanned. “That’s like saying I like Dark,” he added and you perked up a bit at the mention of him.

“I think you secretly like Dark,” Juliette commented from her seat beside her twin. “I mean, I think we all do. He’s helped Y/N more than anyone likes to admit, including the two of them.”

“However, he needs to learn to deal with Y/N like this,” Angel gestured towards you and you looked at her. “How are you doing?”

“Hypatia wants to take my possible lovers away,” you hesitated, shifting in your seat as your cousins’ eyes fell on you, “and she wants to put me more at risk of turning to the darkness.”

“We already have a plan in motion so don’t worry, alright?” Angel reached over, squeezing your hand. “Trust me.”

“What plan?” Jean-Louis questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as you looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Do you know this plan?”

You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head. Angel hadn’t come to you about anything expect on how to kill Azazel.

“The plan would be pointless if everyone knows,” Angel started and Juliette nodded, causing you and Jean-Louis to look at her, “The ones part of it knows.”

“Juliette?”

“Is one of them, yes,” she nodded and Jean-Louis scrunched his nose in annoyance.

“I don’t like that. Who else?” He questioned.

“Auntie, Hades, Dark, André, Apollo, and Sébastian.”

“Dark knows?” You questioned, looking at her as she nodded. “Why does Dark know?”

“You’ll see.”

“I don’t like that.”

“She questions why Dark but not Apollo or Sébastian,” Juliette snorted and you scrunched your nose. “So, since he’s not around, we can talk about it now.”

“I rather not.” You shifted in your spot and she raised an eyebrow.

“Y/N, we are here because Dark fetched us after you learned what Hypatia wants,” she pointed out.

“That doesn’t mean that anything.”

“Y/N,” Jean-Louis started, placing his hand in front of you. “I’m the God of Hate and I can tell that you’re in love with the entity.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Y/N-”

“Can we stop?”

“The Inuit’s does have information on Seraphina,” Sébasitan’s voice drifted into the library and you turned your head towards him, watching as he held up a file.

“Thank you.” You stood, walking towards him as you took it from him.

“You seem better,” he commented and Angel snorted as she leaned back in her seat.

“Apparently, just tease her about Dark and she seems to sober up,” Jean-Louis offered and you tensed before turning to stare at your cousin who sent you a grin.

“Why is there someone demanding to speak to you in your throne room?” Ares’ voice drifted into the library and you scrunched your nose before shaking your head at your sister’s annoyance. “Didn’t think you could cause someone to be angry with you, princess.”

“I believe I told you to stop calling me that,” you shot, pushing passed him, fighting back a glower as footsteps followed you.

“Y/N! Thank Goddess.”

Lifting your eyes to the voice, your heart dropped at the sight of blood dripping from her mouth.

“What happened?” You questioned, asking a servant for a chair as you approached her.

“Tried calling for mother but didn’t work out well. Where is she, by the way?” She questioned as your eyes lifted towards your sister who stepped into the throne room.

“Estella? How the-Don’t answer that.” Angel shook her head before shifting on her feet for a moment. “Should I get Auntie Eva?”

“Please,” Estella winced as you touched her face. “Any blood by chance?”

“Sébastian.”

“On it.”

“You seem to be doing well,” Estella mused and you raised an eyebrow at her, tilting her head back. “She knew who my mother was.”

“The one who attacked you?”

“Yes. She called her by Eva and not Dea. No one on Salizar’s side of the world follows Dea or the French Gods and Maverick doesn’t know who would know her true name outside of those who already do,” she voiced. “She also said something about you and someone called Dark? Who the Hell calls someone Dark?”

“Language,” your aunt’s voice drifted into the room and Estella rolled her eyes.

“Sébastian should be back with blood soon,” you told Eva, watching as she stepped forward. “What did she look like?”

“Tan skin with what I thought were tribal tattoos, vibrate blue eyes like Beckett’s was. Thought she was a psychic at first but then her markings glowed. She could possibly be a djinn. I did catch sight of her forearm for a quick moment and I could have sworn she had a similar mark to yours, Y/N, but with-”

“-Stars.”

Turning your head, your eyes met Dark’s before returning back to Estella who scrunched her nose.

“Why the Hell do you look like that dude Laci and Beckett watched?” She questioned and you raised an eyebrow. “They were mortals. They’ll do mortal things,” she waved you off before thanking Sébastian as he held out a mug to her. “Anyways, how does she know?”

“It’s best to be cautious from this on out, Estella,” you spoke, rubbing your forehead. “She’s part of the Warriors of Darkness and we’re currently having issues with them. I wasn’t aware that they knew how large this family goes. Maxence, can you call father and have him warn his other children? Gods’ know we don’t need more reason for them to hate us.”

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“How large would you say your family is, doll?” Anti questioned and you lifted your eyes to him for a moment before dropping them back to your book. “I hope that what we found out-”

“It doesn’t,” you cut him off. “And the main reason why my family is so large is because of my father from before my mother and after my mother’s death. He was careless when he slept around so I have a lot of half-siblings and a majority of them don’t like Angel and me. That and my uncle, Jean-Paul, slept around before his wife as well so I probably have cousins that I’m unaware of.”

“What about the other uncle of yours?”

“Uncle Philippe? Many would avoid him. He’s the God of Sexual Longing. His wife, Marie, was the first to actually want to be with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’ll have a kid here soon.”

“Seriously?” Anti voiced and you raised an eyebrow at him before turning your head to see Dark’s narrowed eyes. You took a moment to watch him before returning your eyes on the book. “You have nothing to say?”

“Should I?” You questioned, glancing up at the glitching entity with a raised eyebrow. “If the narrowing is about the Mark, it’s idiotic.”

“You two just need to talk. Jesus Christ.”

“It’s not a good idea to use his name. He likes to listen in whenever it’s said,” you chimed and Anti stared at you.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just unbelievable.”

You let out a hum before returning your eyes to the book, flipping through the pages.

“Did those Gods have information on her?” Dark questioned and you pointed towards the file on the desk. “Have you read it?”

“The moment Estella was gone,” you answered, watching from the corner of your eyes as he walked up to the table, opening the file. “It’s interesting to say the least.”

“She didn’t participate in what the others of her kind did and she turned to the Darkness?” He questioned. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, actually, according to the book about the Warriors, the Warriors that get chosen are vastly different than a lot of their kind,” Anti offered and you lifted your head to stare at him. “Didn’t hide the book fast enough from me, remember?”

“Right. Didn’t think you read the whole thing,” you commented and Anti sent you a grin.

“Quick reader.”

“Apparently.”

“I need to read the book,” you heard Dark mutter before looking over at him with a tilt of your head.

“He’s not wrong,” you spoke, setting the book down as you made your way over to Dark. “Warriors are either vastly different than their kind or extremely rare. They’re background would be the reason why they are vastly different.”

“You said extremely rare?” Anti questioned and you lifted your eyes to him as you nodded.

“Yes. Isabelle’s kind is extremely rare. Only four have every been know to carry her blood, including her.”

“Four?”

“Her, her brother, her mother, and her father,” you answered, reaching forward to continue through the file.

“So rare it’s kept in the family,” Anti muttered and you nodded. “How are you and your family different from your kind?”

“If you have to question, you haven’t been around them long enough,” Dark shot and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Y/N-”

“-was the Goddess of Life wanting death,” you voiced and the two entities turned to face you. “No matter what my family tells you, I wasn’t going to amount to anything with how I was before the Great War. Treated everyone equally but I couldn’t shake their hands. Trained hard for years but someone raises a hand to fix my hair and I still flinched. Nightmares every night, flashbacks nearly every day. If it wasn’t for the fact that I would have caused the balance to shift and nearly destroy everything, I wouldn’t be here today.”

“And yet, you still see the Goddess you used to be,” Sébastian voiced from behind you and Dark and you turned your head to look at him. “I’ve finished warning the rest of your family.”

“No doubt they had a few choice words about Angel and I.”

“Quite of few, though there were some who made comments of a visit after everything. Maybe some are coming around after all.”

“Probably the same few who don’t mind us,” you hummed, reaching forward to grab your book. “I think I’m going to see about something to eat and ambrosia.”

“You need sleep, Y/N.”

“Yes, well, there are more important things at stake, Sébastian.”

From the corner of your eyes as you made your way to the door, you watched as Sébastian raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose with his eyes close before he seemed to have given Dark a pointed look.

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The Gaang as MASKS Playbooks

(Because I am nothing if not a creator of niche content when I actually make stuff.)

This is for the Alternate Universe where they’re all superheroes because I love both MASKS and Avatar and I have opinions that I’m going to share. There’s at least two potential playbooks for each character because there’s a lot of possibilities and different playbooks can focus on different aspects of the characters. Plus, more option is always good. 

Anyway, without further ado (under the cut because this got long, I have a lot of thoughts on this matter apparently) the Gaang as MASKS playbooks:

Aang

The Legacy - This is the one that makes the most sense to me and the one that I feel most reflects Aang’s core internal conflict in the show. The legacy is all about bearing the weight of previous generations and their accomplishments and actions. Aang is just the latest in a long line of heroes known as The Avatar who can wield all four elements. For the portion of the playbook that’s about interacting with previous members of the legacy, you could either go with him talking with the past lives like we see in the show or, alternatively, the past couple Avatars could still be alive and kicking. Either way, they’re still watching what he’s doing and trying to push him in what they think is the right direction.

The Nova - This one fits a little less but could still work. The Nova playbooks’ about having a huge amount of power that you can’t necessarily control. For the most part in the show, we don’t see Aang worrying about not being able to control his bending, but this playbook would play more into his fear of losing control in the Avatar state and his worries about hurting someone with firebending.

The Outsider - Okay, this one is a bit of a stretch since the playbooks’ weighted in favor of the hero being an alien or from another dimension. But! I feel like you could definitely hack the playbook to accommodate Aang just being from a hundred years in the past as well if you want to play with that aspect of canon Aang. This playbook would definitely lean more into the whole ‘a lot has changed in a hundred years’ thing. (The Innocent playbook is explicitly from the past, however, it also has a future, supervillain version of yourself running around which, while could be cool for Aang, also deviates a lot from canon

Katara

I’m going to be honest, Katara was the hardest one for me to come up with. None of the MASKS playbooks’ particular flavors of teenage angst really jive with Katara’s drive and passion to help people and make the world better after it hurt her. I’m going to toss out a few options here, but if anyone else has any better ideas here, feel free to add on.

The Legacy - Katara as this playbook would really play into her status as the last Southern Waterbender. It’d take tweaking of the playbook but you could shift it so it’s about this legacy of heroes and more about the legacy of her culture. So it’s less about the outward pressure to uphold the legacy and more about the inward pressure from herself to uphold it.

The Protege - The Protoge playbook has a specific mentor who’s trying to shape the hero into their vision of how a hero should be. Using this playbook, you could definitely really examine her relationship with Pakku or Hama. However, it’d definitely be exploring more of a niche of Katara than her overall character.

The Soldier - Once again, this recommendation is based less on canon and more on stories that would be potentially interesting to tell. The Soldier playbook focuses on the relationship between a hero and the larger organization that they’re a part of (the generic on the game gives is a SHEILD equivalent). I could see Katara being a passionate member of a similar organization (possibly one White Lotus themed since this is the Avatar version of MASKS) and trying to change the world through that. I feel like this is one where Katara’s character could definitely shine, however, it’s definitely a setup that doesn’t have a lot of basis in canon so if you were wanting to play Avatar more straight in MASKS it wouldn’t work as well.

Sokka

The Beacon  - Sokka is a textbook beacon. The beacon is a low-powered hero who’s in the heroing business because it’s fun and exciting and a lot of their angst draws from the fact that they aren’t really sure if they belong in a world of superpowered individuals. Sokka’s got his boomerang, he’s got his sword, and he’s got his tactical mind. All of his friends are like crazy powerful. He’s the Beacon.

The Joined - The joined is a playbook that shares a lot of the material of another playbook; the two characters have a close relationship. Now, I’m not saying that Sokka’s just playing second fiddle to Katara. What I am saying is that it was Katara’s idea to become a superhero in the first place and she dragged him along with her into it. Did Sokka want to be a hero? No, he want to stay home and focus on taking care of his family. He didn’t want to be the Painted Dude or whatever Katara said his hero name should be. But does his sister listen to him? No.

Suki

I, unfortunately, have less to say about Suki. We should’ve gotten more of her in the show, that’s what I’m going to chalk it up to.

The Protege - Okay. I will admit, this one is purely what I think would be cool and isn’t actually based in canon. But imagine: Suki as the protoge of Avatar Kyoshi who’s still alive, still kick ass, and still very opinionated. Can’t you see the glory? The potential?

The Soldier - This playbook would probably reflect her most accurately. She’s a member of the Kyoshi Warriors first and foremost in the show and her interactions with the Gaang are always affected by that. In a superhero setting, I could definitely see her and the other Kyoshi warriors being some sort of superhero squad that works throught the SHEILD equivalent

Toph

The Janus - The Janus is the spiderman playbook. You’ve got a mundane life, you’ve got a secret identity, and you’ve got to balance them. Toph is rich heiress of the Bei Fong family by day, and notorious vigilante The Blind Bandit by night. This is the perfect playbook to explore the dual life Toph led before she straight up joined the game. Her parents are super annoying, her life’s a drag, at least as a hero she can be free and who she really is.

The Delinquent - The Delinquent is, in essence, a rebel. Try and tell me that that’s not Toph ‘Let’s break some rules!’ Bei Fong. I mean, just look at some of those playbook moves: Troublemaker, I don’t care what you think!, Team? What Team?, Mary Contrary. Those are such Toph moves.

Zuko

Okay, Zuko has a lot of possibilities. I’m going to blame it on the sheer amount of angst that boy has packed into him.

The Soldier - Okay. I know that I’m using the soldier a lot (it’s because they’re all child soldiers) but hear me out. This would be Zuko if you wanted to play with him going through his redemption. In this case, the Fire Nation wouldn’t super obviously supervillains. They’d probably be some sort of organization that looks outwardly good but is secretly fishy. Ozai’s at the top and of course Zuko’s loyal to them. They’re the good guys. (They aren’t.) The soldier isn’t specifically about breaking away from your organization but it definitely can be.

The Reformed - This playbook fits post redemption Zuko like a glove. The Reformed playbook is one where you were specifically a supervillain previously. You’ve done villainous things, but now you’re a good guy and it’s complicated. I don’t think I really need to explain why this playbook is Zuko. It just is.

The Janus - This is for all of you Blue Spirit!Zuko needs. Look, his life sucks, his Dad’s a jerk. There’s way too much expected of him. At least he can put on this Blue Spirit mask and go out and do vigilante stuff.

The Scion - I’m going to be honest, I’m not super familiar with this playbook but I feel like I have to mention it because it’s about being the child of a supervillain. So I’m tossing it out there. Other people who actually know about this playbook can talk about whether or not it actually fits Zuko.

Bonus:

Mai - The Beacon. She’s the least enthusiastic Beacon you’ll ever meet, but look at her and tell me that she’s not in this because being a hero is the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to her. Her life was so boring before Ty Lee walked up to her and was like hey, let’s be vigilantes together. She’d never admit it, but she loves being a hero.

Ty Lee - The Star. The Star playbook is all about being flamboyant, showy, a celebrity. Being a hero is what separates her from her sisters and she’s going to milk it up. She’s still non-powered for the first part, only having her martial arts and auras, but she knows how to play it up. She definitely has a huge social media following.

Finally, The Outsider playbook could work for any of the characters if you just want to play it straight as a character from the Avatar universe getting dragged into this alternate world of superheroes.

Feel free to discuss and share any ideas you have!

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[imagine-loki]

Gifted

Title: Gifted (Sequel to Giftless)

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 50/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die.  Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

You spent the next month bouncing between your classes where Loki hung out on campus with you when you weren’t actually in class, patrol, healings for the Avengers, and dance practice for the ball.  It was a lot of work, but not the most you’d been through and being with Loki helped.  

“Thor and Sif want to come visit,” Loki told you the day before the ball.

“Are they coming for the ball?” you asked him excitedly. It would be fun to have them there.  They obviously knew how to dance and a ball was something the Asgardians could understand easily. 

Loki nodded. “It will not be a problem, will it?” he didn’t want to upset Fury anymore than any of the rest of you did. You shook your head and texted Fury to let him know Thor and Sif would be attending the ball, and coming to town. “Great! Mother will be opening the portal for them in a couple minutes.” It was much easier now that you all had the portal spell to use that instead of trekking all the way to the bifrost.  

"We should get downstairs, then,” you commented dryly. It had been a late start that morning and you had neglected to get out of bed so far. It was nearly noon. Oops. 

You got out of the bed no matter how reluctantly and summoned clothes for yourself, a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. You tied your hair back in a simple tail. You were getting stupidly fancily dressed up tomorrow so today was extra casual and lazy. At least that was the plan. Loki could just deal with you being lazy and casual today. He still pouted at you anyway. “C'mon, Lo. We want to be downstairs before our Lady Mother opens the portal,” you reminded him.  That didn’t stop you from still having to grab his hand and physically pull him from the bed.

You were both laughing as you made our way downstairs to the commonroom where the portal would open. “What are you two up to?” Tony asked at your laughing, looking up from whatever he was reading. “It was so quiet with you sleeping in,” he teased.

“Thor and Sif are coming to visit,” you explained. “We need to be down here to greet them,”

“Why are they coming here?” Tony asked, more curious than anything.  He liked Thor, so of course he didn’t mind that he was coming to visit. 

“They would like to attend the ball tomorrow,” Loki replied eagerly and a bit excitedly, which was strange for when he was speaking with Tony.  He was usually more wary around your uncle. 

Which sparked another question.  “How do they even know about the ball?” you asked Loki, turning your attention up to him. 

“Mother asked for an update about what was going on here, and if we’d heard anything from Balder. I mentioned that there was a ball coming up,” he replied, but there was something off about his explanation.  It wasn’t a lie, not really, thanks to him you’d have been able to smell if it was. But he was skipping something. 

You didn’t argue with him. 

Yet.

But you did make a note that he was keeping something from you.  It seemed so unlike him. 

A minute later, the portal crackled open. You and Loki both stepped back from it to allow Thor and Sif to walk through. You greeted them with hugs as per usual though Loki gave them more formal greetings, until Thor squished him in a bone-crushing hug. “Welcome to Earth,” you told Sif, who hadn’t been to Earth in a rather long while, and never to the tower.

“Thank you sister,” she replied with a smile. She went over to greet Loki once he was free of Thor’s hug. Thor came over and gave you another hug. You didn’t get squished, since you submitted to it willingly. “Sister, we wish to go visit your parents to pay our respects,” Sif told you formally once she had greeted Loki. 

You nodded, expecting that.  It was their way after all. “Of course.” you looked over at Tony. “Do you want to come too?” you asked him. It had been awhile since either of you had been to visit. 

He nodded. “Yeah, just let you go change.” He was wearing lounge clothes since today was supposed to be a lazy day..

“Need me to-?” you asked, offering him a hand. You had already used magic to change into a green sundress which was much more appropriate for visiting your parents. 

Tony hesitated but finally held out his hand. “Fine,” he grumbled. You didn’t think he really liked anyone using magic on him, but it was a quick spell and would get you out of here sooner. With a flash of magic he was dressed and ready.

“Lo, take care of Thor, will you?”

“Of course, Sig,” he replied. You rolled your eyes. He was teasing you with your superhero name as a direct result of you calling him ‘Lo’ in front of his family.

You turned to Sif and offered her a hand. “Will you allow me to conjure you Earth clothes?” you asked her more formally than truly necessary. You didn’t know her as well as Thor and sometimes still found yourself unsure about her and about whether she’d appreciate your using magic on her behalf.

“That would be appreciated,” she replied with a smile. You relaxed then, and took her hand. You summoned her a very pretty maxi dress, which was very flattering to her figure. You took a look at her left hand, which was covered in the swirls of her own soulbond with Thor. You summoned a wedding ring set for her and slipped them on the appropriate finger. It was costume jewelry, but looked real enough for this purpose. You tossed the gold ring for Thor to him. He caught it and slipped it on, remembering it from the last time he was on Earth. “What is this?” she asked, indicating the rings.

“It’s a wedding ring set, the Earthen symbol that someone is married. The diamond ring is an engagement ring. Generally the man presents it to his lady when he asks her to agree to the Earthen equivalent of the soulbond. The plain bands are exchanged during the ceremony,” you explained. “I gave Thor the gold ring to wear last time he was here to protect him from admiring females,” you added with a grin. 

She laughed at that. “I am sure the females were very entranced by his form,” she added, smiling fondly at her husband.  You didn’t blame her.  Thor’s physique was very attractive. 

“Quite entranced,”

“Shall we, ladies?” Loki asked, drawing your attention away from discussing Thor’s body. You both laughed at him, but agreed that you should head out.

“You’re driving, Uncle!” you announced. Tony growled at you, but it was half-hearted at best. "I need to call the florist on the way anyway,” you reminded him.

“Fine, imp. I’ll drive,” Tony smirked and led the way out to where he was parked. You offered Sif shotgun, even though it was your to claim, but she refused, preferring to sit with Thor in the back. So you took shotgun and made a quick call to the florist. On the way, Tony, Loki, and Thor went into the liquor store to pick out something for your dad. You and Sif sat chatting in the car while you waited for them.  You still weren’t of age and didn’t want to make a fuss with the store thinking Tony was buying it for you. “Thor tried to pick out an entire case of beer for dad,“ Tony grumbled as he drove you to the florist which caused you all to laugh.

"What!? It is a warrior’s drink!” Thor protested, making you all laugh harder. 

Mary had your flower order ready when you arrived at her shop. It only took you a minute to go in and collect the flowers.  The order went on your tab.  

After that, you drove straight to the cemetery and to your parents’ graves. You and Tony went up first with your offering of flowers and alcohol and greeted your parents, apologizing for not visiting more often. You stepped back and Sif stepped up next, kneeling and murmuring a prayer. Loki was flipping the pages of a spellbook while she did. You looked over at him, but he was distracted with his spellbook. “Lo, you don’t have to do that-“ you started, but knew he wouldn’t listen as per usual.

"I would like to. Would you assist me?” he asked. You realized there was no arguing with him. He had a reason for wanting to do this. So you nodded and took his hand so you could recite the spell together. You kissed him when it was cast, but ran to greet your parents a moment later. You couldn’t help it.  You got to see them corporeally again, even though they’d been dead for years. 

You introduced Sif to them, and Thor properly since he could speak that day and hadn’t been able to last time.  You caught them up on everything you’d been up to, while getting lots of hugs in. At one point, you noticed that all of the boys took dad off to the side. You and Sif tried to ignore whatever they were doing and mom helped by asking Sif something about Asgard to distract you both. You had a feeling mom knew what the boys were up to, but apparently you weren’t allowed to know.

“Did you get the message from Frigga?” Sif asked you while the boys were distracted. 

You nodded, remembering that ominous note.  “Did she have any other hints or warnings to go with it?“ you asked softly. You still hadn’t told Loki about the note and knew that you shouldn’t. 

Sif shook her head, regret in her eyes. "No hints, but she said to ask for our help if you need it when the time comes,”

“What message?” your mom asked, looking between the two of you confused. 

“Loki’s mom gets premonitions of the future. She saw something happen and sent me a warning,” you explained a little of it. Mom didn’t need all of the details of this. Not of this.

“I’m sure whatever it is, it will be ok,” she answered instead of pressing the matter. You was grateful to her for not pressing it.

“I’m sure it will,” you answered her with a smile and changed the subject to the next day’s ball.

You spent a long time talking with everyone, sitting on a picnic blanket by their graves. “Loki, if you don’t end the spell soon, Thor’s going to have to carry you home. And me along with you,” you told him. You had been feeding him power to maintain the spell and could feel the effects. Loki nodded, though he looked sad that it couldn’t keep it going. “Lo, that spell is insanely draining. You know that as well as I do. Don’t feel bad that we can’t keep it going. We got to visit and actually see my parents,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, Loki, the fact that you can give us this at all is amazing,” Tony said. We all just stared at him for saying something complimentary to Loki, but Tony didn’t acknowledge it. 

You and Tony both said your goodbyes, with the usual bittersweet tears and promises to mom that you’d take care of each other. Loki ended the spell and you felt the backlash of power. You couldn’t stop it. All you could do was wrap your arms around Loki’s slim frame and offer your support so he wouldn’t collapse. Though you weren’t much better “I’m alright,“ he promised you. His power levels were so low. That spell was stupidly draining.

"Sure you are,” you replied sarcastically. 

Thor stepped toward you. “Allow me,” he bid you gently. “Go say your goodbyes,” you nodded and let him take Loki’s weight from you.

“Thor! I can stand!“ Loki protested a moment later, when he was thrown over Thor’s shoulder. You laughed and made your way over to Tony so you could say your last goodbyes to your parents.

"Thank you for coming with us,” you told Sif as we walked back to the car.

“Thank you for allowing me to come pay my respects,” she replied formally, pausing her laughing at Loki, who had fallen asleep on Thor’s shoulder while arguing for his brother to put him down.  He was adorable when he was so stubborn and pouty. 

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #gifted #Chapter 50 #nekoamamori

[miraculouscataclyyysm]

Seating plan au part 11

Shorter update as Iv been really busy this past week but really wanted to write something

Link to part 10

Lila and Chloe have at least 5 blow up in class every week, on one particular day (at the start of s3) Mari walks into class to find Lila hiding behind her desk as Kim and Sabrina hold Chloe back “she’s a liar I’m telling you l! This ridiculous! Sabrina grabs her bag it’s in there!” Sabrina goes to grab Lila's bag but Alya stands in front of her friend “you can’t just go threw people’s personal property, Chloe, not everything belongs to you” “you utter imbecile! Are you completely blind? You really can’t see what's right in front of you? Where you even listening? She took my personal property, she stole my bee clip! This is utterly ridiculous!” Marinette scoots past the scene and asks Felix “what’s going on?” “The usual drama” Alix leans forward “but with an added twist, apparently Lila is a liar and a klepto” Felix- “you believe Chloe?” Alix- “over lie-la? Hells yes, Chloe is a nasty sneaky over the top drama queen but I’d believe her over Rossi any day” Felix nodes agreeing

Chloe starts going red in the face from yelling, yelling that finally wakes up Adrian from napping at his desk (he's sleep-deprived from the ridiculous number of photoshoots he’s been doing lately all thanks to dad of the year Gabriel) he nudges Nino “should we really be letting them go at it like this? What if they attract an Akuma?” Overhearing this Mari stands up “erm guys? Mabey we should all calm down and wait for miss bustier?” Alya- “no offence Marinette but stay out of this” Alix-“don’t talk to her like that!” Felix-“seriously?” Chloe- “I can’t believe I'm actually saying this but Dupain-Cheng‘s right so let’s go find Miss Bustier so she can go threw your bag lie-la” quickly thinking Lila jumps up from her hiding spot and says “we don’t have to do that” everyone turns to look at her “I’m sure nobody wants to bother her with this silly misunderstanding right? I’m sure you just left you bitterly pin at home” boiling over Chloe screams “ITS A BEE CLIP YOU PSYCO” And then she launches herself over the desks to slap Lila

The fight gets broken up and both Chloe and Lila get sent to the principal's office but on the way there Chloe is akumatized into Queen Wasp (again) and she’s out for blood, Lila seeing Chloe transform runs for the hills realising she’s definitely chloes target

Queen wasp tales Alya as leverage to bring Lila out of hiding, she makes Alya record a video and post it on the lady log, the video is basically Qeen wasp demanding lady bug and chat Noir being her “the evil criminal Lila Rossi” and she’ll let Alya go, cut to Lila locked in her bathroom refusing to leave and help out lb and chat

Chat-“please Lila we need your help” “I’m not an idiot you stupid cat you don’t want my help you want me as live bait, well guess what? That’s ain’t me” lb mutters “well you sure seem like it” *chat looking at lb pleadingly for help* “look lie...erm Lila don’t you wanna help your friend? We only need you for 2 minutes to distract queen wasp, I promise you won’t be in any danger” “why the hell would I trust you?!? Your both complained useless SO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!” *lb eye twitches*

chat- “please Lila, Alya needs you right now, we need your help, trust me, we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t, I know deep down you know helping us is the right thing to do, please do the right thing” Lila-“the right thing is me staying right here away from you useless disasters, I’m not getting my self killed for you idiots or that wanna be reporter” “really? If we’re so useless why do you run a blog about me? Or claim to be my best friend wh-“ chat cuts her off and pushes her out of the room, he really hates missions that involve Lila

Chat ends up breaking down the bathroom door *the miraculous cure will fix that...right?* and Carrys Lila our of the house kicking and screaming *LB smirks* “oh so you changed your mind? Thanks, Lila, looks like you’ve already cough Queen wasps attention” screaming “YOUR BOTH CRAZY PUT ME DOWN” *lb muttering under her breath* “I wish” then chat drops her “oops”

They beat Queen wasp pretty easily, and after LB and chat take Chloe and Lila back to school, and just to spite Lila because she’s gotten on lb/Mari’s last nerve that day she asks Lila to empty her bag on her desk and magically chloes bee clip is there “I TOLD YOU! You're all utterly ridiculous, this is why you should all listen to me I’m always right! Sabrina call my father right now and tell him to get this obsessed freak out of this school right this second” Marinette instantly regrets helping Chloe...these girls will be the death of her

“Well, that was a mistake” chat-“helping Chloe? *smirking* or getting one over on Lila?” “Honestly...all of it, Chloe is frustrating but that Lila...she gets under my skin...I don’t trust her” *chat looks concerned* “I know, I don’t trust her either, but there’s nothing we can to bugaboo, all we can do it try our best to keep her on the right path...even if she fights it” “what if it’s already too late?” “Then we fight back” *lb smiles at chat* “I gotta go kitty...but thank you, it helps to know I’m not the only one concerned” “I’ll always have your back bugaboo, were a team!”

The next day when mari walks into class it’s a lot calmer, she takes her seat next to felix and is about to ask him if he remembered to bring the scarf she forgot at his when she hears Lila talking to Alya and rose “I’m basically on the team now, ladybug said if she wasn’t so worrid for my safety she’d give me my own miraculous, she even said she knew one that would be the perfect match for me” Rose-“really?!? Did she say what it was?!?!” Lila-“unfortunately no, she was to distracted trying to figure out who would set me up like that, it’s scary, why would someone put chloes clip in my bag? I honestly don’t feel safe anymore” Rose hugs Lila and Alya says she’s alredy on the case “as an investigative journalist I’m sure I’ll figure it out”

*Alix groaning* “can you guys believe there actually buying this bull?” Kim-“people believe what they wanna believe” felix-“or there just idiots” Kim-“Yeah, or that” Mari crunches yo her nose looking concerned, Felix notices and puts his hand on her arm “your thinking too hard” Mari blushes “sorry, I just don’t trust that girl” Felix-“well if it helps I happen to believe you won’t need to worry for too long” Mari-“ominous” Felix-“I’m just saying, Ladybug seems to have the same feelings towards Lila as you, she’s smart, I’m sure she’s already thinking up a plan to save Paris from its resident Compulsive liar and Akuma causer” Alix was totally eavesdropping on the conversation and interjects Alix-“and if She Doesn't iv already dreamed up multiple ways we could get rid of her...there mostly legal” *Kim looking concerned* “you really scare me sometimes” Alix-“good”

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Link to part 12

#miraculous ladybug #seating plan au #alix is my chaotic baby #felix is once again only soft for mari #adrian needs more sleep #chat loves lb with his whole heart and would deffo drop lila on her ass to cheer his lady ip #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ml #chat noir #ladybug #mine #felix agreste #ml felix #ml alix #ml kim #lila rossi #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #ml sabrina #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #ml au #miraculous #felinette #miraculousladybug #miraculous au

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★ Chapters 0-1 complete translation ★ Chapters 2-3 complete translation ★ Chapters 4-5 complete translation ★ Chapters 6-7 complete translation ★ Chapters 8-9 complete translation

For your reading pleasure and enjoyment, below the cut are the full rough English translations of chapters 10 and 11 of the official 1998 Suikoden I Soul Eater novel (volume 2 of 3). Individual page translations can be found in the chapter 10 and chapter 11 tags.

Chapter 10: Journey to the Great Forest

Gently undulating morning mist covered the surface of Toran Lake. Tir was up and out of bed before the sun even rose. He opened his window, captivated by the sight below. A sea of clouds spread as far as the eye could see, as if he were looking down into heaven from his bedroom in the old castle. The morning breeze blew in and he took a deep breath of the fresh air, stretching his body to drive away his drowsiness.

Before long, the sun rose above the mountain range in the east, dying the mist a brilliant gold. He leaned out of the window and looked to the northeast, where the imperial capital lay, then turned his gaze to the sky of the distant north, where his father Teo was currently stationed. He gave a weary sigh.

“Oh, good morning, Young Master,” called a gentle voice from across the room.  “You’re up early today.”

He turned to find Gremio standing there, wearing an apron.

Ever since Tir had basically become the leader of the Liberation Army most everyone had started addressing him using some title of respect. While that was fine, as far back as he could remember, only Cleo and Pahn, whom he ate and slept with, had ever called him “Lord Tir”, and the truth was that being called that by others now made him feel like he wasn’t himself.

But Gremio called him the same thing he always had. Tir was embarrassed, of course, to be called “Young Master” in front of everyone, but he found it soothing when it was just the two of them. Gremio smiled kindly, just as he always did, and murmured, “I have already prepared breakfast so, if you like, shall we go to the dining room?”

“Sure, okay.” Tir pulled himself away from the window and quickly got dressed. “What’s for breakfast today, Gremio?” he just inquired without really thinking, but Gremio began babbling gleefully. “I’m glad you asked! Actually, we got some amazing fish in this morning, thanks to Yam Koo. And then I tried making the bouillabaisse recipe Antonio taught me, and it came out, well…“ Gremio beamed. His smile was so wide in his slender face, his eyes closed completely. “It’s not a taste you can describe with words. Won’t you be the first to give it a try, while all the rest of our greedy friends are still just waking up, Young Master? I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, but one bite of this bouillabaisse and all your troubles will simply float away.”

“Gremio…” He looked at him again, harder this time. It made him happy that Gremio had guessed that he was worried about the future of their battle against the Empire and was trying to cheer him up. He took a breath, and replied, “All right! First things first. Let’s go eat!”

He followed Gremio out of his room, walking the passages that led through the castle. The Liberation Army castle was a massive, hollowed-out stone edifice that jutted out of Toran Lake. Originally a Scarlet Moon Empire base, it had fallen into disuse when the Imperial Navy built and then moved into the floating fortress Shasarazade in the northeast.

The rocky interior was divided into six floors. The fourth floor held the rooms for the central members of the Liberation Army: tactician Mathiu and Pahn, as well as Cleo and the others, and the hall where they held war councils. The second and third floors were home to Leknaat’s apprentice, Luc, the professional gambler, Gaspar, and others, each with their own personal quarters.

The first floor held the storehouse under Rock’s watchful eye, and Chandler’s shop, plus Marie’s restaurant and the break-room-turned-sickbay. The dock was located on the first underground floor, looking out over Lake Toran, and the second underground floor was home to puppet-master Juppo and the other oddballs who liked living there, as well as the prison. Passages linked the castle together and led to the surrounding cliffs, which held still more rooms. As leader, Tir’s room was located in the west side of the main tower. The passage they were taking now led to the fourth floor.

Pahn’s snores thundered loudly from the room on the other side of the stone wall. Exiting the corridor, they arrived in the inner citadel. They opened the door across the spacious room and proceeded to go down one floor using the “elevator” device that Sergei the inventor had created. When the two of them reached the dining hall...

“Agh!" Gremio shouted and raced into the dining hall. "What are you doing, Viktor?!"

Tir peeked inside and saw Viktor sitting alone at the table in the middle of the dining hall filled with the fragrance of soup, gulping down bouillabaisse stew out of a huge cylindrical pot.

“When did you get up?! And you moved the pot to the table?!” Gremio raged, scandalized, but Viktor was unfazed. “Ooh, so you made this soup, Gremio? It’s so good I want it all for myself!”

“I’m happy to hear you say that, but...” Gremio replied, dejected. “I just wanted the young master to be the first one to get to try it.”

Perhaps finding it awkward to look Gremio in the eye just then, Viktor hastily turned to Tir and said, “Let’s eat together, Tir. Come over here and try it! This soup is ‘soup’-er delicious! Gremio really poured his chef’s heart and soul into it. With this guy’s cooking on our side, we’re gonna kick those Imperial soldier’s asses!”

Gremio began serving the soup, so Tir sat at the table, too. He took a bite and the mild flavor of the bouillabaisse flooded his mouth. The soup practically melted on his tongue, overflowing with the delicious flavor of stewed white fish meat and vegetables.

"Gremio, this soup is wonderful!"

Gremio’s face shone like the sun coming out from behind clouds. "Oh, I’m so glad! Hearing you say that makes getting up early and putting everything I’ve got into cooking this worth it! I’ll bring the bread, too. Please, eat as much as your heart desires.”

He excitedly brought a basket of bread from further back in the dining hall. The bouillabaisse became that morning’s main course, so Tir and Viktor took the bread and offered seats to their friends who were beginning to gather, moving to a table in the corner of the dining hall.

Tir sat in the dining hall that was beginning to bustle, engrossed in eating his bouillabaisse and bread. The melancholy that had gripped his heart this morning had vanished already. But Viktor, who had finished eating and was leaning against the wall with an expression of deep satisfaction, rumbled, "By the way, Tir, you heard ‘bout what the Empire’s been up to lately?”

Tir stopped grappling with his fish bone.

“No, I haven’t heard anything from Mathiu.”

“That right?” Viktor scowled, folding his arms. “Word among our scattered comrades-in-arms regrouping here at this castle has it that the Empire is up to something suspicious in the Great Forest.”

“The Great Forest...”

The Great Forest was an area on the southeast edge of the Empire’s territory surrounded by mountains and deep forest. In the Great Forest lives the elf tribe, a long-lived people who prefer a life of elegance, the Kobold tribe, brave half-human and half-beast warriors who resemble dogs, the dwarf tribe, burly in stature and with a knack for inventing, as well as a few humans. These four tribes had been in conflict for a very long time, but no large-scale wars had broken out since each side had agreed upon a mutual nonaggression treaty known as the “Great Alliance”.

Kwanda Rosman, one of the Five Imperial Generals, had been appointed lord of Castle Pannu Yakuta in the Great Forest and ruler of the people about five years ago. Viktor said that peace in the Great Forest could have been kept, but Kwanda had apparently suddenly broken the Great Alliance three months ago and began oppressing the other tribes.

“Mmh, but...” Tir looked down, spreading the white fish meat he had gotten the bone out of on a piece of bread.

He knew Kwanda Rosman. All of the Five Imperial Generals were friends, and Kwanda had often visited his father, Teo. He had clear memories of Kwanda chatting with them, laughing heartily and drinking with his father. A stern-looking military man, once he had caught Tir gazing in wonder at the scars he could see under his armor.  “This is from an arrow wound I got protecting His Majesty. I’m proud of it”, he had kindly explained.

Tir couldn’t believe, in his heart of hearts, that Kwanda would start a battle in the Great Forest. “But the Great Forest has their Great Alliance, so the Empire won’t be able to make any big moves." He said in Kwanda's defense. "Your rumors don’t mean that the Empire is going to move its forces to suppress all the tribes.”

“That’s true. And ‘til now, I would've agreed with you. But this’s what my gut tells me...” Viktor leaned over the table towards Tir and lowered his voice. “The Great Forest is gonna go up in flames soon, and you’d best talk to our tactician about what we’re gonna do when that happens.”

“I understand. Thank you, Viktor.”

Tir stuffed the bread into his mouth, rose out of his chair and was about to leave the dining hall when Gremio, standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a basket of bread in his arms, called, “Oh, are you done already, Young Master?”

Gremio’s ever-present smile made Tir want to confide in him.

“Yeah... do you have a minute, Gremio?”

Gremio’s expression grew worried. “Yes, of course. Always.”

“Why don’t we go outside for a bit of fresh air?”

“Certainly. Shall we go down to the harbor, then?”

Gremio set the bread and his apron down on a nearby table and followed Tir out of the dining hall. Tir walked without saying a word, listening to Gremio’s footsteps behind him, through the corridor and down the stairway. The deep unease he had felt this morning returned to his heart.

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The morning mist had already cleared and the sun was glittering on the surface of the lake by the time they reached the harbor. The harbor was constructed in the bay, big enough for fifty small boats to weigh anchor. Wooden docks stretched out towards the lake on either side of the stone wharf. Fishermen Tai Ho and Yam Koo bobbed beyond the docks in their boat. Even gazing at the glittering waves with the refreshing breeze coming off the lake failed to lift Tir’s spirits.

There was just too great a difference in power between the Liberation Army and the Imperial Army. To roughly compare their numbers, Kwanda Rosman was at the head of 9,000 troops at Castle Pannu Yakuta in the Great Forest. The unit belonging to Milich Oppenheimer to the southwest of Lake Toran numbered 9,000. His father Teo’s unit in the north was 14,000 strong. In addition, Kasim Hazil’s unit was located in the Senan area to the north of Lake Toran, the Floating Fortress of Shazarazade held Sonya Shulen’s unit, and the emperor had an army twenty thousand strong on constant standby under his direct control in Gregminster, the imperial capital. The Liberation Army had been gathering their forces at this castle for over a year, but they hadn’t even amassed half the power that the Imperial Army had at its disposal. If Viktor was right, though, they were going to have to fight in the Great Forest on their own, which could spark all-out war with the Empire.

“Gremio…” Tir began, then faltered, unsure how to continue. “Do you really think we can oppose the Imperial Army as we are now?”

“Well, I’m not sure about that, but…” Gazing at the opposite bank, Gremio answered, “Our forces may be small now, but the Liberation Army will continue to grow. Flik is bringing soldiers with him from Lenankamp and there are many others in every town who are dissatisfied with the Empire. I’m not saying we’ll be a match for the entire Imperial Army, but we can certainly win a battle or two with everyone’s power combined.”

“You think so?”

Gremio was right, of course: it’s not like they had to face the Imperial Army’s forces all at once. It would take time, but if they could weaken and destroy the different units one by one, then maybe a day when victory was in sight would eventually dawn.

“Yes, you may be right.”

“Indeed. And, Young Master,“ Gremio continued, happily gazing down at Tir, "it’s okay to struggle. It’s okay to worry. Doing so is proof that you are moving forward and not running away from the difficult things in life. If it pleases you, please feel free to speak with me any time.”

“Thank you, Gremio.”

His heart felt much lighter now.

Splish…

Although it was a quiet splash, they could hear it even on the other side of the dock.

Splish…

“What is that?” Tir asked the second time they heard it.

Something white moved at the end of the dock. As they stared at it, the white shape materialized into a hand at the edge of the dock.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing, Gremio?!”

“Let’s go check it out!”

He ran, sending the stones scattered about the wharf flying. Gremio followed close behind. When they peered into the water at the end of the dock, they both uttered wordless cries. The limp body of a man clad in green clothes bobbed lifelessly in the lake. Presumably having used up the last of his strength to grab onto the dock, he wasn’t moving anymore, and if they didn’t do something about it, seemed well on his way to sinking to the cold bottom of the lake.

“Grab his arms and pull, Young Master!” Shouted Gremio, and leapt into the lake. While Tir pulled on the man’s soaked arms, Gremio lifted up the body. When they finally got him pulled up onto the dock, Tir stared in shock. The body stretched out on the dock looked human, but wasn’t. His body was slender, his skin so pale it was translucent. Long ears poked out from his bright orange hair, which had gotten wet and was plastered to his face. He wore shoulder epaulets made to look like the leaves of a tree and carried wooden arrows made on his back.

“An elf?” Gremio asked, climbing out of the lake, water pouring off him. “What in the world is he doing here? Did he swim all this way?”

“Let’s get him some help first and ask questions later.”

They carried the elf to the infirmary on the first floor. Gremio called Cleo while Tir was looking the body over, and they left his treatment in her hands. While they rushed about following Cleo’s instructions, Mathiu, Pahn and Viktor, having heard the news, came running into the room. He had been out cold for a long time, but as Cleo’s treatment took effect, he eventually opened his pale eyes. The elf groaned in pain as everyone watched over him in silence.

“Wh-where am I?”

“This is the Liberation Army’s castle. And you are…?”

Hearing Mathiu’s answer, the elf suddenly sat up. “Please, you’ve got to help me! The Imperial Army General Kwanda Rosman is going to wipe out all the elves!”

Tir was astonished. The Imperial Army has begun their attack on the Great Forest?!

He calmed down the elf, who was named Kirkus and was a young man by the standards of the elf clan, and he told them his story in more detail. It had all started with small skirmishes, but a few weeks ago Kwanda Rosman had begun oppressing each tribe in earnest.

The dwarves had moved their troops and were presently safe deep in the mountains, but as the elves’ village lay close to Castle Pannu Yakuta and the Kobolds lived near the Lost Woods they seemed to be facing imminent ruin at the hands of a large force of imperial troops. Everyone grew quiet as they listened to Kirkis’ tale. They knew too well that the Liberation Army didn’t have enough strength in its current state to fight the Imperial Army. After looking around at everyone’s expressions, Mathiu quietly asked Tir, “What would you have us do, my lord?”

“Well…” His mind was reeling, but there was only one answer he could give. “I believe humans and elves suffer the empire’s misgovernment just the same. We have all gathered here to fight this injustice, and cannot afford to ignore their treatment of any tribe.”

Kirkis looked up from the bed. “Th-thank you so much!”

Pahn, however, voiced his doubts. “But, Kirkis, you elves hate us humans, don’tcha? When I went to Kouan, I heard all about how the elf tribe act like they despise humans from the folks living in the Great Forest Village.”

“W-well…” Kirkus looked down, ashamed. “You’re right. I know what I ask is selfish, but you’re our only hope. Please, help us…”

A single tear dripped onto his fist, clenching the blanket tight, displaying none of the haughty pride of the elf tribe that Pahn had so disparaged.

“That’s enough, Pahn.” Tir said sternly. “We cannot abandon them, no matter what reason you may give.”

“I concur”, agreed Mathiu. “The Liberation Army’s one strength is that we carry the hope of the people on our shoulders. We must not betray them.”

Now Cleo spoke out. “I completely agree, but the Liberation Army is still weak. Pannu Yakuta houses a military force of significant size, and we can’t take ‘Iron Wall’ Kwanda Rosman lightly, either. To fight now would just mean pointless loss of our soldiers’ lives. Let’s come up with a better plan.”

“We can’t just rush in headlong and put a stop to Kwanda. We need more time to gather our soldiers. We’ll send a messenger to the great forest while we marshall our resouces. If we can persuade the three tribes to join forces, we may have a chance of turning the tide.”

“I’ll do it!” Kirkis shouted. “Our elders refuse to ask other tribes for help no matter how dangerous the situation grows, but I’ll try to persuade the elders and the other tribes!”

“Thank you, Lord Kirkis”, said Mathiu, turning to Tir. "Lord Tir, it may be difficult to convey our sincerity to them, even with Lord Kirkis’ help. It is dangerous, but as an expression of good faith, I would like you to act as the messenger in the capacity of our leader.”

At those words, Kirkis raised his head and looked straight at Tir in the silence that followed. The zeal he saw burning in Kirkis’s eyes strengthened his resolve.

“Okay, Mathiu. I will go to the Great Forest as well. Sound good to you, Kirkis?”

“Y-yes! Thank you so much!”

The matter was settled. That night all the soldiers gathered in the castle to begin preparations for war.  Weapons, provisions for the soldiers—they had a lot to get ready.

Tir and the others quickly prepared to disembark at the harbor, the castle bustling, when Mathiu unexpectedly show up to see them off.

“Lord Tir, I would like to have a word with you…”

“What’s up? Something on your mind?” Tir set down his load and stepped up to meet him halfway.  

Mathiu’s expression was meek in the light of the watch fire. He spoke quietly amidst the tumult of the harbor. “I was originally Kasim Hazil’s strategist, so I am quite familiar with Kwanda Rosman. He does have a short temper, but he was never a man prone to senseless slaughter. I just can’t imagine why he would do this.”

Memories of Kwanda Rosman suddenly flashed through Tir’s mind as well.

“Yeah, I was actually thinking the same thing…”

“Ah, so you feel the same way, Lord Tir? I see… Well, for the moment let us pour all our efforts into persuading the three tribes. Our victory hinges on it. As soon as our preparations here are complete, we will join you.”

Tir watched Mathiu return to the castle until he faded from sight, then once again picked up his load. So Tir and Kirkis, accompanied by Gremio, Cleo, and Viktor, boarded the boat and sped toward the Great Forest.

Chapter 11: The Divide Between Tribes

After crossing the lake and traveling into the Goran region, they pushed their horses for three days straight until they arrived at a small, sleepy village located to the southeast of the Great Forest. The forest to the east, deep and widespread, eventually turned into was known as the Great Forest region.

“This is the Lost Forest” explained Kirkis. “The six sages who entered into the Great Alliance erected a barrier so that only those who know the way can pass through.”

He then guided them to the secret path to the elf village. They followed the trail deep into the forest until they were completely surrounded by trees, not a single landmark in sight. They couldn’t ascertain the position of the sun because it was blocked by the foliage, so they had no way of even knowing what direction they were going.

If Kirkis weren’t here to show us the way, we’d be lost in no time.

They spent perhaps half the day in this fashion until the forest opened up and a little village lay before them.

“Whew! We finally outta that maze?” Viktor whipped his horse and galloped towards the village. Tir followed after.

The village lay on a plain in the forest and was comprised of about fifty small huts, too small for humans to live in comfortably. The huts may have been targeted by imperial soldiers in multiple attacks, as some had been burnt to cinders and others had been forcefully torn down. Even though there were clear signs that the kobolds had inhabited the village recently, like neat repairs made to some of the damaged huts, there wasn’t a single kobold in sight. Tir, sensing that something was wrong, drew his horse to a halt on the gravel path. "What is this place?" he asked, looking the village over.

Kirkis answered in a low voice, perhaps also sensing the oddness of the situation. "It's the kobold's village, but..."

Gremio unslung the axe he carried on his shoulder. "Where are all the villagers? What happened here?"

"It can't be..." Cleo muttered, climbed down from her horse. "Are we too late?" She began to examine the closest hut. Everyone else trotted through the village on their horses, but didn't find a single villager. Viktor sighed in regret. "This the work of the Empire?"

Cleo came out of the hut she had been investigating, waving a loaf of bread in her hand. "I found this bread left on the table, but that's all."

"It's still fresh.” Gremio said, puzzled. “That means the kobolds were in this village this morning, at the very least, right?"

"They were here when I passed this way a few days ago." Kirkis added, similarly bewildered.

"Where in the world have all the kobolds gone?" Tir had no sooner spoken than Viktor drew his sword from its sheath. "Here comes a fellow who looks like he knows the answer!"

Everyone looked around, alert, and something glinted in the bushes.

"An ambush?!"

Atop his horse, Tir grasped his staff. Gremio took his axe out of its leather bag, Cleo jumped on her horse and she and Kirkis both drew their weapons. "But how did they know we were coming?"

About twenty imperial foot soldiers, their armor clinking, strode out of the bushes with swords drawn. The party of five and their horses grouped together as the soldiers drew near—Tir in the middle, Gremio on the right, and Viktor on the left. Kirkis and Cleo waited in the back.

"What do we do, Young Master? Fight them? Or break through their ranks?" whispered Gremio, keeping an eye on the imperial soldiers all the while.

I doubt we’d come out unscathed if we fought them with our small group. We have the advantage of being on horseback, so we could potentially break through the enemy's ranks and escape.

“All right, let's break through.” Tir turned to Kirkis. “Which way to the elf village?”

“It's to the southeast of here. When we break through their ranks, go for the soldiers on the right.”

“Got it.”

Tir turned his horse to the right, joining Gremio’s. Viktor stayed where he was, facing the oncoming soldiers on the left. The imperial soldiers advanced steadily, occupying the entire road lined with huts. The closest soldiers would be upon them in less than fifty seconds.

Then the door of a small hut near them suddenly flew open with a bang and someone leapt out.  

“The name’s Blackear Kuromimi, and I’ll never forgive the horrible things you awful humans have done to us! I’ll show you the might of a warrior of the kobold clan!

Kuromimi, Tir was shocked to see, had the body of a dog, but stood on two legs, brandishing a small sword in one hand. His tawny body was clad in a green military uniform and his ears were covered in black fur, no doubt the source of his name.

The Imperial soldiers’ ranks erupted into chaos at the unexpected arrival of another foe. Kuromimi cut a path deep into the group of scattering soldiers all on his own. The soldiers slashed at him as he ran under their legs, nimbly dodging their swords. When he was surrounded by the soldiers, Kuromimi leapt up, curled his body into a ball and rolled, knocking away all the soldiers’ swords.

“Th-this damn dog!”

But no matter his might, Kuromimi’s attack on the soldiers was at its limit.

Tir and his group launched their attack at just the right moment. Gremio joined Kuromimi in taking on the soldiers on the right. Towards the center, Tir covered Cleo and to the left Viktor covered Kirkis. The battle was soon over—the six of them and had beat back the imperial soldiers.

“Not so hot now, are you, ya lousy rotten soldiers!” Viktor waved his sword and cursed at the imperial soldiers retreating into the thicket. Gremio and Cleo, then Kirkis too, sheathed their weapons and caught their breath.

Tir lowered his staff as well and sighed in relief. I’m glad we beat the imperial soldiers, of course, but I’m also glad we can confirm at least one member of the Kobold clan is alive and well.

Tir called out to the kobold, but Kuromimi glared daggers at Tir and snarled, “What?! I won't listen to anything from the mouths of a bunch of humans!”

He pointed his sword at them, but Tir had no intention of raising his staff. Looking into Kuromimi's eyes, smoldering with rage, filled his heart with anguish. Even if it was the work of the Imperial Army, humans had still driven the kobolds into this corner. Tir broke eye contact with Kuromimi and hung his head in shame.

The sound of footsteps on gravel broke the silence. Kirkis moved forward to stand beside Tir, who had just gotten down off his horse. "Kuromimi..."

Alarmed, Kuromimi backed up, this time pointing his sword towards Kirkis. "You're an elf, aren't you? I don't trust you or the humans. I will protect my comrades with my own strength."

"Kuromimi, please listen to me. These humans are not with the Imperial Army forces who attacked you. They're part of the Liberation Army, and we're here to help you."

“Liberation Army?”

Something seemed to occur to Kuromimi then and he approached Tir, sniffing him, getting his scent. "Hmph..." The kobold gazed at Tir. “You won't trick me! Humans and elves are all liars. You, though... you do seem kinda different. You don't smell like Kwanda.”

“You know General Kwanda?” Asked Tir, looking Kuromimi in the eye.

"'Course I know him! He's a real demon. I crossed swords with him only once, but he stunk like a monster."

"A monster?"

The five of them exchanged glances. It wasn't possible that Kwanda, one of the five imperial generals, could be a monster. Nevertheless, Kuromimi's words bothered Tir.

This must have something to do with what Mathiu spoke of before we left the castle. Kwanda wouldn't go about killing people without reason... but we won’t get to the bottom of this mystery by standing around and mulling it over here. There’s something else I have to do right now.

"Kuromimi," Tir began, and handed his staff to Kirkis.

"We are fighting the Empire. That was some fine sword work you displayed just now. Would you consider lending us your strength in our fight against the Imperial Army?"

His brown eyes flashed in anger again and Kuromimi glowered at Tir. "You want me to help humans and elves?"

Perhaps sensing this was a sensitive matter, Gremio hurriedly changed the subject. "By the way, Kuromimi, we noticed your village seems quite empty. Was everyone evacuated elsewhere?"

Kuromimi swelled with pride and his tail stood straight up. "Yeah, you got that right. I knew their troops had left since I was in charge of monitoring the enemy's castle, so I got everybody out of here and laid in wait to ambush the humans. And it totally worked! Everybody's gonna be so happy!"

That explained why the fresh loaf of bread had been left in the hut, as well as why the imperial soldiers had seemingly appeared out of the blue; they were scouting out the village when Tir and his team bumped into them.

"I see..." Viktor grinned like a cat. " Very clever. And where're yer pals now, Kuromimi?"

"This is a secret and all, but they're in the safest forest to the nor—"

Flustered, Kuromimi snapped his mouth shut. His eyes welled with tears and, with one final glare at the party, he bolted, heading north of the village. Just when they thought they had seen all sign of Kuromimi vanish into the brush, they heard his tearful shout: "You horrible humans! You won't trick me anymore! I knew I couldn't trust you!"

Seemingly amused at just how easily Kuromimi had fallen for his smooth talk, Viktor held back his mirth and shouted in return, "Yer secret's safe with us! You can trust us to not tell those Imperial Army bastards."

"Really? You promise you won't tell?"

"Yes, of course!" shouted Tir, but they heard no further reply from Kuromimi. Tir felt awful. Viktor clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Whatever, it's all good. The important thing is that we'll keep our promise."

"Yeah, I guess so..."

Tir gazed into the forest where Kuromimi had vanished. Behind him, Kirkis spoke. "Lord Tir..."

"Yeah, I know." He turned around and took his staff back from Kirkis. "If soldiers are here in the Kobold village, then the Elf village is in danger, too. We must hurry."

Tir's heart, however, lay heavy in his chest. He couldn't stop thinking about the rage he had seen in Kuromimi's eyes. That anger had seared itself into his mind. Kuromimi really doesn't want to have anything to do with humans... I get the feeling that convincing the three clans to work together is going to be even harder than I thought.

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They pushed their horses without pause for an entire day after they left the Kobold village. Kirkis, who had taken the lead, drew his steed to a halt when a thick forest came into view across the plains, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset.

"There it is. Our village lies in the middle of that forest."

They all turned to look in the direction he was pointing and saw one noticeably larger tree towering above the rest of the forest. That mighty tree, it is said, is itself the Elf village; the elves walk its branches, and build their homes nestled among them.

Whipping their horses onward, Tir and the others galloped across the plain. As they traveled further, a giant stone building materialized as well, looming to the distant north of the sprawling forest. The spires poked out above the trees as if watching them even now.

Tir looked over at Kirkis while still urging his horse forward. "What is that structure over there?"

"That's Pannu Yakuta", answered Kirkis. "Kwanda Rosman's stronghold."

"So that's it, huh?"

Tir gauged the distance between the elf village and Pannu Yakuta. Looks like it would take about half a day to walk. Feels weird to have our enemies within our sights like this.

They sped up their pace and eventually arrived at the giant tree. Kirkis saw something, shouted in alarm and leapt off his horse.

"These are elven arrows! They weren't here when I left the village—imperial soldiers have come through here. I knew this would happen!"  

They peered at the arrows Kirkis picked up, then looked all around them. Arrows were scattered among the roots of the large tree, jutting up from the earth, and poking out of the forest trees. Kirkis took this all in with an uneasy expression.

"I wouldn't worry too much, Kirkis." said Cleo, climbing down from her horse. "There are no bodies or even blood in the grass. It's clear a battle was fought here, but the elves may have driven off the imperial soldiers with their arrows, right?"

"That's true..."

Kirkis gazed up at the massive tree, and Tir followed suit, looking up at the elf village. The trunk was so large it would take twenty adults with their arms outstretched to encircle it in its entirety. The tree's height was obscured by its leaves, but Tir would guess it stood even taller than the castle back in Gregminster. It was truly a sight to behold, its magnificent branches—each one perhaps the length of five adult's strides side by side—stretching out in all four directions.

Just as Kirkis had said, boards connected the branches, and they could see thatched houses of green grass here and there. The houses were untouched; it appeared the elves had safely avoided the imperial soldiers. Perhaps relieved at the sight of the village, Kirkis took a breath, then whistled. In response, a rope ladder was lowered down to them.

Tir and the others bundled their weapons and baggage together, secured them to their horses, and tied the horses to a nearby tree. They followed Kirkis up the rope ladder. When they reached the center or so of the massive tree, there were a number of boards laid out to make a wide, floor-like space. Five buildings surrounded the central trunk and Kirkis pointed toward the largest one. "That's the chief elder's home."

Tir turned to look and saw two armed elf sentries stood watch outside the chief elder's house, glaring at their group.

They approached the sentries. Looking at the five of them, one sentry called out, "What in the world are you thinking, bringing these filthy humans to our village, Kirkis?"

Glaring at the sentry, Kirkis shot back, "These humans are high-ranking members of the Liberation Army. Please don't confuse them with the Imperial Army. They have something they wish to discuss with the chief elder. Please convey this to him."

The sentry gave Kirkis a look, then lifted up the partition cloth at the entryway and ducked inside. A short time later, he stuck his head back out.

"All right, Kirkis. Seems like the chief elder will listen to what they have to say."

"Well then, Lord Tir. Shall we?" asked Kirkis quietly. The sentries drew aside, and Kirkis slipped through the doorway. Leaving Gremio, Cleo and Viktor waiting outside, Tir followed him, feeling just a bit nervous.

A strict voice demanded, "Is that you, Kirkis?" the instant they stepped into the room. Tir stood by Kirkis' side, looking at the center of the room where the chief elder sat in a chair, glaring directly at them, surrounded by armed elves.

Elves are a long-lived race, and the chief elder's brilliant white hair cascaded down his back and his body was clad in vermilion robes. His eyes were half-hidden by his long brows, but they gleamed as if he were all-seeing. As the elder looked at Tir, Tir saw his eyes flash in anger, just as the kobold Kuromimi's had.

Guess the chief elder isn't going to exactly be jumping on the Liberation Army bandwagon, either.

Nevertheless, Tir summoned all his courage, and knelt before the chief elder, intending to extend every courtesy at his disposal. "Thank you for meeting with us today, Honorable Chief Elder of the Elf Clan. I am Tir McDohl, the leader of the Liberation Army."

But the chief elder just snorted at Tir and turned his gaze back towards Kirkis. "You are a fool, Kirkis. What were you thinking, leaving the village without my permission?"

"W-well, sir..." Kirkis answered deferentially. "There are those among the humans who are fighting the empire just as we are. Lord Tir is one of them. I left the village to seek his aid, to protect the village⁠—"

"Silence!" roared the chief elder, interrupting Kirkis mid-sentence. "'Protect the village'? Rubbish. We don't need the help of humans to protect our own village."

"But Honorable Chief Elder, our war with the Empire has already gone on for so long, and our ranks are dwindling. It seems our forces alone are not up to the task of defending our village. That's why I—"

"Hmph. You are still young." The chief elder shook his head in silent bemusement. "Just give it a moment's thought and you will see how foolish you are. The Imperial Army is made up of humans, and the Liberation Army fighting them is also composed of humans, is it not?"

"Well, yes..."

"Then you understand. Humans are weak-willed creatures warring among themselves! What in the world makes you think they will be any more dependable or useful when it comes time to fight for us?"

The chief elder's words sparked a deep shame in Tir's heart. He's absolutely right. Of course we can't coexist peacefully with the other races when us humans can't even get along with other humans without going to war.

Tir and Kirkis both fell silent. Gazing at them, the chief elder continued, "We may have lost ground to Kwanda's forces, but they are only human, after all. It seems they have tired of playing war, as they have grown meek of late. The soldiers still come, but never in great force."

"But Honorable Chief Elder—" Kirkis rallied, but the chief elder turned a deaf ear to his pleas. "That is enough, Kirkis. You left the village without permission, and then you had the nerve to drag this human scum back in with you. Cool your head in the village prison. It will do you good."

"Please, wait! We still need to tell you—"

The chief signaled with his eyes and the soldiers on his right and left drew their swords. Tir and Kirkis both shouted at the elder chief, but to no avail—the soldiers pushed them right out of the house. Quick as thought, more soldiers appeared and surrounded Gremio and the others. Since they couldn't exactly fight back, they had no choice but to be led to the prison, hollowed out in the trunk of the great tree.

---

The guards jabbed at them, shooing them down the stairway into the prison. Tir sighed. Not only did we fail to enlist the elves' aid, we've been thrown into prison, and now we don't even get to ask them about visiting the Dwarf tribe?

"Of course it's only natural they would hate us humans, I suppose..." Said Gremio sadly, walking in front of Tir.

Behind him, Kirkis piped up. "We're not all like that. I don't hate you guys, anyway."

Kirkis' words gave Tir hope, but before he could form any reply of his own, they reached the prison cell.

The light of the setting sun filtered in through a small window in the ceiling. One soldier unlocked the cell with a click.

"Hm?" A woman's voice echoed from within the cell. "And who are these people?"

Peering in, Tir saw the speaker on the other side of the wooden cell bars. She wore a metal breastplate atop red attire. Her chestnut hair tumbling to her waist, she crouched motionless in a corner of the cell.

"What, don't you know each other? Aren't all you humans buddies?" The guard sneered, laughing.

"Hey, when are you letting me out of here?"

"Oh, my, are the furnishings not to your liking? That's funny⁠—I thought human scum just love cramped and dirty places!"

"Say that again, you...!"

The woman lost her temper, but the soldier pretended not to notice. Grinning, he turned toward Tir's group and pointed into the cell with his sword.

"Hmph! Buncha blockheads!"

The woman's deep sigh seemed to fill the cell that Tir and the others stepped into. Once they were all inside, the soldier locked it once more, and went back up the stairs.

A deathly silence filled the cell. Tir and the others sat in a circle, glancing at each other without speaking, not sure who would speak first. They felt helpless, of course, at having been locked up in the cell, but they were also unsure about what kind of person they were now sharing the cell with.

She must be a soldier, if that breastplate is anything to go by. She could be a soldier gone rouge, or an Imperial Army soldier captured in battle and now held prisoner.

"Hey, you got a minute?" Viktor asked, shifting from his position diagonally across from Tir. "Guessin' yer a soldier from those clothes of yours. How'd you wind up here?"

The female soldier glanced at Viktor, scowling. Viktor held her gaze, unblinking. Sparks flew in the silence, but the soldier eventually gave in, and spoke in a quiet, measured tone.

"Suppose I've got a captive audience... what's there to lose?" She drew her knees up, hugging them. Looking down, she pulled her hair back from her face and began to speak, her expression grave. "I was born and raised in a small village near the Great Forest. As fate would have it, I took the opportunity to join General Kwanda's army during the War of Succession, but..."

Viktor leaned in eagerly. "But?"

"Well, General Kwanda started acting odd about a year ago. You know how he’s been putting down the elves' rebellions time and time again over the past three months?"

"Yeah?" Viktor nodded, showing he was listening.

"He has no intention of ceasing his oppression of the elves—on the contrary, he's begun construction of a fearsome weapon that will completely eradicate them."

"What?!" shouted Kirkis.

"It's known as the Burning Mirror. They say it can somehow gather heat from the atmosphere and unleash it, burning down the forest in an instant. It would wipe out the Elf Village, not to mention my own..."

"How could the Empire do something so awful?" Cleo whispered.

"That's why I betrayed the Empire; to stop the Burning Mirror from ever being completed. I came here to offer my help to the Elf Village."

"You betrayed... the Empire?"

She looked at Tir as if her decision were the most natural and obvious choice in all the world. "I sure did. Nothing is more important to me than my home. Do I need any other reason?"

Her words deeply impressed Tir. She smiled in a rather lonely fashion and continued.

"I thought I would throw in my lot with the elves and together we could destroy the Burning Mirror. Obviously, as you can see, those hardheaded fools didn't think much of my idea."

She shrugged, as if to make light of the situation, but everyone's heads were too filled with thoughts of the horrible Burning Mirror to reply.

Viktor turned and put his mouth close to Tir's ear. "This ain't good, Tir. We can't stick around here. We gotta do something, or we're gonna get burnt to a crisp along with the elf village." 　

"Yeah, we'd better get out of here quick."

Tir and Viktor stood and started testing the bars of the cell. They were sturdy, though, and it didn't seem like they would be able to break them. Plus, everyone's weapons were still tied to the backs of their horses.

While they tried out one thing and then another, time passed. Before they knew it, moonlight was streaming in through the window in the ceiling. They had tried everything they could think of, to no avail. Tir stopped to rest.

That's when they heard a small sound.

Everyone turned their head at the noise and saw the stairs were lit by a dim light. They all held their breath and watched as the light moved down the stairs, accompanied by quiet footsteps.

"Kirkis..." called a clear voice. A beautiful elf with long lavender hair appeared before them.

"Sylvina..."

The elf Kirkis called Sylvina wore a deep green dress that swayed as she dashed nimbly to the cell door. "Oh, Kirkis... Grandpa told me not to see you, but I just have to speak with you, no matter what."

Kirkis stood, turning to the rest of them. "Friends, meet Sylvina. She's the chief elder's granddaughter and my, well... my fiancé."

Glancing back at the shocked expressions on their faces, Kirkis stood across from Sylvina, who was on the other side of the wooden cell bars. "Of course, Sylvina. What did you want to speak about?"

"Well..." Sylvina hesitated, then seemed to make up her mind. "I know that you want to save the village, but.... but why would you join forces with humans? I just can't understand it."

"Sylvina, listen..." Kirkis put his hand through the cell bars and gently squeezed her hand. "Right now, we despise humans and dwarves, so they hate us and our kind in return. But what if that's not the way it has to be? We are all born into this world, and each of our lives are precious things." Kirkis took a breath. The flame on the candle Sylvina held wavered, casting flickering light. "Isn't it sad, the way we treat each other? Is it really okay to hate somebody else just because they're a different race? Are we really okay with that? Humans aren't all bad⁠—some of them are even pretty great. That's what I wanted to tell the chief elder. I want this war ended as soon as possible, so we can build a world where everyone can live in harmony with one another."

Sylvina's lips parted. "Kirkis... I'm sorry. I just can't sympathize. Humans are deceitful, and dwarves are frightening."

"I see..." mumbled Kirkis. Sylvina let go of Kirkis' hand and reached into her long lavender locks.

"But... even if I can't understand, I do believe in you."

She held out her hand. Atop her pale palm sat the key to the cell, sparkling in the candlelight.

"I will do my best to believe in what you believe. So, please believe in me, too."

"Thank you, Sylvina. I'll do everything I can to protect our village and everyone in it."

He took her hand and accepted the key. He unlocked the padlock on the cell door, and they took the stairs up and out into the Elf Village.

Sylvina had gone out first and now called back to them, "It's safe, the coast is clear." They climbed down the rope ladder, which was near at hand, and arrived back at the roots of the great tree. The horses were still tied to their tree, and none too happy about it, and their belongings were still upon their backs.

"And just where are you lot rushing off to?" Asked the soldier, who had also slipped out of the prison with them. She looked at Tir as he sat on his horse.

Kirkis, also climbing on his horse, answered. “I’m thinking it’s likely the dwarves made the Burning Mirror. Since we don’t know how it then fell into Kwanda’s hands, I believe going to hear the full story might prove useful.”

"The dwarves, huh?" She muttered, appraising the five of them. "Seeing as how we all want to protect this forest, mind if I join you guys? I won't slow you down."

"Whaddya say, Tir?"

The soldier's eyes widened. "Tir... I've heard that name before. So you guys belong to the Liberation Army."

"That's right. I'm Tir McDohl. And what is your name?"

She laughed. “They called me Valeria the Raging Flame during my stint in the Imperial Army.”

“I sympathize with your desire to protect your hometown, Valeria. Will you lend us your strength and fight alongside us?”

“Nothing would give me greater pleasure than joining even the lowest ranks of your army.”

As her formal, military-style speech drew to a close, Valeria whistled. Something rustled in the depths of the forest, and from out of the shadows of the foliage came a swift steed.

“I left her in the forest on the off chance that we might be separated.”

They watched her mount her beloved horse, gently patting the horse’s neck. Kirkis turned to Sylvina. “Will you come with us, Sylvina?”

But Sylvina gave a small shake of her head. “No, I’ll stay here. I’ll wait for you here, in our village. So you’d better come back to me, Kirkis.”

“I will, I promise. I won’t do anything to make you sad ever again, Sylvina.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Seeing off the lonely-seeming Sylvina, the six of them galloped off towards the mountains where the dwarf tribe live in the northeast.

The sound of their horses’ hooves reverberated beneath the night sky. A world where everyone can live together in peace. I want to protect this forest, thought Tir. I won’t let Valeria and Kirkis’ dreams go to waste.

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[liquid-luck-00]

Connections 9

Chapter 9

this is based on @thepeacetea daminette soulmate au

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Warning ⚠️ Character death

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Mari always thought her soul bond was curious. She never heard or activated the bond on purpose. She doubted her soulmate did either, because of what Bruce had told her about the league of Assassins. But everything seemed just off. Apart from that one switch she never had contact again. The only thing she has to gleam of her soulmate are the abilities she learned through him. She settled into bed after biding her papa goodnight.

That might not be a bad thing. As soon as that thought crossed her mind was she pulled again, but this was different.

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Time seemed frozen for Damian.

His mother came for him again. She brought an army and him, an older version a clone of himself. She brought his clone Heretic, who was pulling the sword from Damian's chest.

I lost, he thought as the sword fell from his hand.

Father, Batman, rushed towards him when two orbs of light circled above him, one red and one green.

The red light morphed into a girl with a high ponytail and a red mask covered her eyes, her eyes emanated a red light. She was dressed in a basic suit that resembled a cross of Nightwing and Red Robin's uniforms, just all red with black spots, gloves, and boots.

The green orb turned into a boy a short cloak covered his torso, the hood covered his head and face, two cat ears were part of the hood, his eyes were glowing green. A tail flicked around under the armor set around his waist.

The girl looked at him now in his father's arms.

"No!" she yelled everything fell silent to him as he watched about a dozen more orbs appeared each forming a figure in either red or green. All except the first two moved and quickly dispatched the clone, the army of assassins, and pushed mother back.

His vision faded to black.

He could no longer feel his father's arms under him.

---

Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin were now around Batman and the fallen Robin. The past holders of the miraculous formed a ring around them, linking hands. They moved them all to the Bat-cave.

"Come back little one." Hippolyta, if she remembers what Tikki told her, cupped her face as she faded away.

"Tikki," she whispered out.

"What's wrong?" the little goddess rubbed her eyes.

"I... We... Cave... Now." She managed. She transformed and swung through Gotham unnoticed until she reached the cave under the manor.

The past holders and her cat were still there. She dropped her transformation and ran to her extended family.

"Pixie how?" Jason had taken off his helmet and hugged her.

"You were there weren't you." Tim stated, so she nodded confirming his theory.

“He is neither alive nor dead he is in a plane between the two." A cat, Hei Mao, dressed in a long sleeved black gi, armor plates on his right upper arm and a cat mask on top of his head, eyes like the other cat apparitions were glowing green a black domino mask covered his eyes.

"How is that possible?" Bruce coaxed himself to whisper, cowl down and holding back tears.

"He is your bonded. You are tethering and maintaining his soul whole." A ladybug in knightly armor, red glowing eyes like all the other ladybugs spoke, Joan of Arc.

"My bonded," Marinette breathed under her breath.

"The magic which flows through your veins flows through him. He is your..." the only male ladybug, a red feathered headdress and red cape, red warrior paint covered his eyes and stained his hands, Micazoyolin, added only to be interrupted by Dick.

"Soul mate." Dick gasped from next to her.

"It is possible to revive him." a woman in a loose black dress and a Jaguar patterned cape with green under the cape. A black Jaguar headdress with long green feathers sat on her head green warrior paint on her face and hands, Ocelome, drawled looking between Damian's lifeless body and the green soul of her cat. "By using the waters of the Lazarus."

A gasp was heard from the bats and birds in the cave, Mari flinched further into her big brother Jay. Mari began to sag from exhaustion and the visages of the past holders began to flicker.

"Perhaps this conversation is best held elsewhere," Hippolyta broke the silence. "I, Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons, invite all of you to Themiscyra. Until we meet in the flesh my child."

Two by two each pair of ladybugs and their cats disappeared, all but the solitary cat, her cat, remained. Everything was still and silent within the cave. No one knowing how to proceed, so they stayed as they were.

None of them could tell you how long they stayed like that, but a new voice started.

"Bruce care to explain why my mother told me to bring all of you to Themiscyra." Wonder Woman appeared on the Bat-computer. "By Zeus. The apparition of the cat. Do you know what this means?" Bruce’s back was to the computer, Damian’s body still in his arms protected by his cape from Wonder Woman’s sight.

"Yes we do. Come by around noon everything should be sorted by then." Bruce brought himself to say, Tim ending the call after a nod from Wonder Woman.

"Come on pixie let's get you home before the sun rises." Jason put on his helmet. She nodded, transformed , and let Jason pick her up as they left the cave.

Jay-Jay stopped a few blocks away, she moved and clung on his back like a baby koala. As Red Hood swung and ran across the roof tops. He tucked in his little sister and left.

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One moment he was dying in his father's arms. No he did die in his father's arms. But what was odd was the tug after a moment in the darkness.

The next he was standing in the Bat-cave next to his father and his body. The first girl in red was gone, but the others were here still. About 10 minutes later a red figure of a girl swings into the cave. If he could move or speak he would have. Or maybe not. The figure was engulfed in pink light and there stood Marinette Stone. She ran into a hug from Todd.

"Pixie how?"

"You were there weren't you." Drake stated, Marinette must have understood the statement as she nodded her head. It was silent until one of the green and black figures spoke.

"He is neither alive nor dead he is in a plane between the two." Hei Mao, the other voice in his mind supplied.

How am I not dead?!

He could still not move or speak so he stood and listened.

"How is that possible?" he heard his Father.

"He is your bonded. You are tethering and maintaining his soul whole." Joan of Arc, the voice again supplied.

"My bonded," Marinette, the voice supplied but now he placed it, the voice is Marinette.

"The magic which flows through your veins flows through him. He is your..." the only man in red, Micazoyolin, Marinette corrected his thought.

"Soul mate." Grayson shrieked.

"It is possible to revive him." Ocelome, she supplied and he took the intonation, without our analyzing now. "By using the waters of the Lazarus."

He heard his family suck in a breath and seem to become stone still, Marinette flinched further into Todd who was hugging and seemingly guarding her.

"Perhaps this conversation is best held elsewhere," Hippolyta broke the silence. "I, Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons, invite all of you to Themiscyra. Until we meet in the flesh my child."

Two by two each pair of ladybugs and their cats disappeared, all abut him. He still could not move, he could not speak either, but his mind raced.

I am dead.

Actually I am apparently not alive or dead.

My best friend is my soulmate.

My soulmate does not hate me.

She knows. She knows me. She knows my aggravating family.

She is stuck with us, with me.

Marinette is my best friend who happens to be my soulmate.

His thoughts would have continued had it not been for the voice coming from the Bat-computer.

"Bruce care to explain why my mother told me to bring all of you to Themyscira." Wonder Woman, "By Zeus. The apparition of the cat. Do you know what this means?"

"Yes we do. Come by around noon everything should be sorted by then."Father spoke his back to the screen shielding his body from vein.

"Come on pixie let's get you home before the sun rises." Todd finally spoke taking Marinette home.

Father finally stood, for a moment he looked at him and then his body before moving to place his body in a portable cyro-chamber in the Bat-plane.

Then the darkness returned.

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The next morning she woke up with a resolve that everything would turn out fine.

Okay sure I just found out my best friend is my soulmate. the was killed by his clone, but he is in a state of limbo. Okay this was a lot but this is not the end of the story.

So as she, her papa, and Penny were having breakfast a knock sounded at the door.

"I'll get it." Penny excused herself. "Tim what a surprise come in." Tim was promptly sat at the table a mug of coffee and pancakes were placed in front of him.

"What brings you here so early mate?" Papa chuckled after watching Tim chug the coffee.

"Well, we were planning on a family trip for the week but..." he started. "B locked himself in his office and Damian won't budge, so" he looked at Jagged. "We were hoping that we could steal little bean for the week since both of them can't say no to her." he rushed barely stopping to breathe.

"Whatcha say little rock star," Papa turned to her smiling, "want to spend the week with your brothers?"

"Yes." She jumped up and hugged her dad and ran to her room to pack. Tim-Tam joined her a minute later as he asked Diana about the climate of the island.

"Why can't we go too, Lucky Penny?" Mari heard her papa ask.

'Sigh' "You've got a full schedule, why don't we plan something for the following week, your clear then." they heard Penny compromise.

"Rock 'n hear that little star," Papa poked his head in as they finished packing. "Maybe we'll steal one of Bruce's birds next week for our trip." He semi whispered the end.

Tim seemed surprised at the comment but schooled his features quickly, he picked up the suitcase and Mari pulled her papa out of the penthouse suite, gave him a hug as she went with Tim.

Less than an hour later she was sitting in the Bat-cave having loaded the bags in the Bat-plane, with the three eldest Wayne children and Bruce, waiting for Wonder Woman.

"Hey Mari can I ask something?" Tim sat down next to her.

"What is it Tim Tam?"

"What did Jagged mean when he said one of Bruce's birds?" Everyone was now watching the two and listening to the response that was to follow.

"Oh, um papa might have figured out that Uncle Bruce is Batman." She was now fiddling with her fingers in her lap. When no one answered she continued. "Remember a couple of months ago when the Sirens crashed Papa's concert. Well when Uncle Bruce and Jay Jay moved me and Papa away and into his dressing room, B didn't make his voice gruff and gravelly as Batman's usual voice. So papa thought maybe his voice isn't usually as gruff and the new voice is actually his real voice, and once papa hears a voice, he never forgets it. I promise I never told him and I never told him he was right but he is pretty sure and I don’t think he’ll even believe you if you tell him he’s wrong." Mari scrambled to say, ending it with a small sad smile looking up through her lashes at everyone.

"Father like Daughter," Bruce was the first to speak. "Everyone is getting a permanent voice modifier installed in their suits." This resulted in every one laughing. Effectively breaking the tension previously in the room.

"Smart idea B." Jason answered making Mari smile wider.

That was when Wonder Woman decided to arrive. Ending the conversation as they boarded the Bat-plane leaving for Themyscira.

Next

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[the-quiet-winds]

Cause that’s Just Who I Am this Week (part two)

this is a really short part because i wanted to leave y’all with a cliffhanger. i couldn’t put the last link because i’m writing this several days in advance so just... scroll back for part. 

[Part 2: You’re the Antidote to Everything Except for Me]

jane picks herself up from the floor, turning to look behind her with panicked eyes. boleyn is sprawled out on the stage behind her. next to her, a mere inch from where jane was standing before she’d been pushed out of the way, was the light fixture. boleyn had been incredibly lucky, it seemed, having not been crushed by it herself, and there’s an almost collective sigh of relief from the audience when boleyn pushes her torso up. it falters, however, when boleyn lets out a sharp cry.

“fuck, my ankle!”

one of the wires from the light fitting had apparently come loose and whipped across boleyn’s ankle during the ensuing chaos, leaving a bleeding gash halfway around. boleyn looks down at her ankle then up at jane, a pained grimace on her face.

“only I could whip my ankle open from having a light fitting almost fall on me, huh. i mean, what are the odds?”

jane immediately drops next to her, trying to help her get more comfortable, but every little movement just makes boleyn wince. she doesn’t cry, tears not even sprouting in her eyes, but there’s a tension in her cheeks jane can’t ignore.

the stage manager rushes on stage, calling off the show, trying to play off a joke about henry’s spirit coming to visit, and apologizing profusely as disgruntled audience members begin to leave.

boleyn’s vision grows a bit fuzzy, both from pain and from the loss of blood, and she lays back flat on the stage as the last patron files out.

“an ambulance is on its way,” one of the stage hands lets the queens know before disappearing backstage, leaving them alone onstage.

jane looks over at the crashed light with wide eyes and then back at boleyn.

“anne, you might have just saved my life,” she says quietly. boleyn gives a half-shrug and a pained wince.

“don’t mention it. ‘s nothing.”

“it’s not ‘nothing’, love,” jane says. boleyn gives another tiny shrug, then gasps as a wave of pain shoots up her leg.

everything is getting hazy and a bit dark. jane’s face, looming so close, is blurred over now, and feels herself being pulled closer to sleep.

she grabs at jane’s hand, finding it and bringing jane’s attention back to her. “i love you all,” she whispers, “don’t ever doubt that.”

with that, anne falls asleep, blood pouring from her ankle and pain fading to numbness as she passes out.

boleyn blinks awake sometime later, although she’s not quite sure how long that time is. her ankle doesn’t hurt any more and everything is slightly fuzzy around the edges.

“you’re awake!”

boleyn turns her head slightly to see who’d practically yelled next to her; from the pitch of the voice she could accurately guess it was katherine, half-curled up in a chair next to her with a coat draped over her like a blanket.

it’s only then boleyn realises where she is. the hospital, presumably, with sterilised white walls and white bed sheets.

boleyn blinks a few time and the world comes back into focus, very slowly. behind katherine is standing jane, hands resting on the back of the chair, parr at her shoulder. cleves is near the door, and aragon is nowhere to be seen.

“do you remember what happened?” jane asks carefully.

“i think i saved your life,” boleyn says with a tiny laugh that tapers off. “are you all okay, though?”

“we’re fine,” parr offers a small smile. “we’ve just been worrying about you, mostly.”

“it’d take more than some cut to take me down,” boleyn half-chuckles, head still slightly woozy. she glances around the room again. “my biggest fan nowhere to be found, I see?” she laughs again which turns into a cough when nobody else joins in.

“no ones seen her since we got here,” jane admits quietly. “i don’t know what happened.”

“i can imagine,” boleyn snarks, which makes katherine flinch. she stands up from the chair and crawls on the bed next to anne, curling up next to her.

“i was worried about you,” she whispers.

“i’m here, kitty,” anne assures her with a gentle pat on the back of her head. “i’m here.”

“it’s good news, by the way,” parr takes the newly vacated chair and leans forwards. “you might get a scar, but apart from that they’re expecting everything to heal up nicely.”

“see?” anne grins at katherine. “nothing to worry about, kitty. i’m made of tough stuff.”

katherine curls up closer to her and lets out a quiet mumble.

“mind anne’s tubes, kat,” jane says gently.

anne adjusts herself with a quiet laugh, holding kitty closer. “first we were beheaded cousins, now we’ll have matching ankle scars.”

katherine gives a silent giggle, thinking about the incident from a few months ago from the odds on game.

“maybe we should let you sleep, parr says, “gotta rest up-“

she abruptly cuts off and anne looks up, and aragon is lingering awkwardly in the doorway.

there’s a moment of silence, then aragon speaks.

“you’re awake.”

jane glances between aragon and boleyn, and taps katherine’s shoulder gently.

“come on, love. let’s give them some space.”

katherine looks at boleyn who gives her a soft grin, tucking a strand of hair behind kat’s ear.

“go on, kitty. i’ll be fine.”

cleves claps aragon on the shoulder gently and gives her a meaningful look before the queens file out of the room, leaving boleyn and aragon alone.

“so i am,” boleyn responds to aragon’s earlier statement. “are you glad to see me?”

aragon fidgets. the stoney, saintly warrior queen never seemed awkward or unsure, but she seemed scared and nervous to see boleyn.

then she surprises boleyn further.

“i’m sorry.”

boleyn, in true boleyn fashion, lets out an inelegant, “huh?”

aragon takes a seat next to the bed and sighs.

“listen, anne,” she says quietly. “i’m not going to lie to you. the reason i hated you so much, it wasn’t even because of me. it was what happened with my mary, all the stress it caused her, and i’ll be honest, I’m still angry about what happened. but... you’ve changed now. i should have given you a second chance, but i didn’t, and i’m sorry. none of the things i said about you were true.”

boleyn doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “i’m sorry too,” she says softly. “for everything that happened back then.” she swallows, somewhat awkwardly. “and some of things you said weren’t completely untrue.” she gives a half-shrug. “maybe i could work on being less selfish.”

“and i’ll...” aragon gives an apologetic half shrug, “try to stop being so uptight about everything being in the right place.” she holds a tentative hand out to boleyn awkwardly. “truce?”

boleyn gives her a small grin. “truce.” they shake hands once, then boleyn stretches slightly.

“i don’t know what they’ve given me, but they’re making me right sleepy.”

aragon gives a half-laugh. “you know, what you did for jane was really quite cool,” she says. “like some kind of superhero, and you walked away with nothing but a cut ankle.”

boleyn chuckles, then looks back to aragon seriously, despite her eyes being half closed. “i couldn’t let her be hurt,” she says solemnly. “it wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself.”

“even if you had...” aragon trails off and boleyn nods once, slowly.

“better me than her.” she shrugs then. “katherine wouldn’t have been able to survive without ol’ jane.” to break the somber note, she smiles and flexes her arms slightly. “besides, i knew i’d be fine.”

“i don’t think you give yourself enough credit,” aragon says quietly. “you didn’t see how worried katherine was about you. you’re her cousin, remember?” she folds her hands neatly in her lap and leans back. “and regardless, it was still an incredibly brave thing to do.”

“i mean, i didn’t really have time to think about it,” anne shrugs again.

“and that’s even braver,” aragon nods. “your instinct was to save her.”

boleyn looks down, trying to hide her blush. “now you’re just bluffing,” she says with a nervous laugh.

“when have i ever bluffed?” aragon challenges.

surprising herself after a moment, boleyn looks up and opens her arms invitingly. possibly more shocking, aragon accepts the embrace without much hesitation.

“thank you,” boleyn says, although for what she doesn’t quite know.

“likewise, anne,” aragon says, giving her a tight squeeze. “likewise.”

there’s a gentle knock on the door and the two break their hug as if they’ve been caught doing something illegal. the realisation makes them both laugh, then parr pokes her head around the door.

“you’re both still alive, so that’s a good sign,” she grins softly. boleyn gives a thumbs up.

“yeah, we’re all good. no murders today,” she says with a laugh. but then she shares a meaningful look with aragon, and it’s like some ice between them had finally melted. and it was about time.

#six the musical #six musical #anne boleyn #catherine of aragon #katherine howard #catherine parr #jane seymour #anne of cleves #julie and jess write #cause that's just who i am this week

[galivantingg]

Short Story Slam 2020

June 9th

for @short-story-slam

Galen's house was on fire. He woke to the thick smoke billowing around his face, and the screams of his pack outside his window. He leapt from his bed, racing for the back door as the front was engulfed in flames only to find some of his pack members banging on the door trying to get to their Alpha. Galen was only able to gather about ten of his pack members before the warriors from whomever were attacking came knocking on his door. He pushed them out through the tunnel in his basement, catching a glimpse of his would be killers before disappearing down the hole, part of the floor falling down on his escape. There would be no turning back for any of them. The attack came as quickly as it left, decimating the small pack of about one hundred werewolves. The whole thing probably only took about thirty minutes, the invading Pack not thinking it necessary to take any prisoners. As the small group raced through the tunnels, Galen was listening carefully for sounds of followers. He was still half asleep, not really sure what had happened, working solely on autopilot.

"Alpha," came the soft voice. It belonged to Marie. He took in her appearance in the dark, not able to make out much aside from the scrapes on her hands and feet, the fact that she was still in her pyjamas, and her eyes had a haunted look to them. He took her hand gently and opened the floodgate just a little, letting the warmth flow from his hands to hers. The scrapes faded, and she looked a little stronger than before.

"What happened," Galen asked softly. It wasn't a command, it was barely a question. It was more of a suggestion. She knew that, but she still answered.

"Velvel," was the only word she spoke. Her lips barely moved, her eyes brimming with tears. Marie lived with her parents and younger brother and sister. None of them were part of the eleven in the tunnel. How could Galen have missed this?

He squeezed her hand once and then released it, turning to the others who had collapsed on the floor of the tunnel as soon as they had stopped. He took in their faces in the dark. Astur, mother of three, none of which are here. Ayanle, Astur's neighbour. His mate Sagal was with him. Nala and Uba, the twins a few houses down were here too, their parents nowhere to be found. Bilan and her younger brother Zahi. Elder Taifa and her daughter Ruby made up the last of the group. Marie, Astur, Ayanle, Sagal, Nala, Uba, Bilan, Zahi, Elder Taifa, Ruby. That's all of his pack that remained. And himself. He was overcome with distraught for all of one minute. That's all the time he allowed himself to feel like this. He still had a pack to take care of. He would take care of them.

He knelt before each of his remaining pack member's gently holding their hands and healing their wounds. Physical wounds. There was nothing he could do about their mental wounds. He had no idea what they had seen during the short attack, but he didn't doubt it wouldn't leave scars. Think, he needed to think,

Galen is the Alpha of the Dhuuni Pack. They live high in the mountains, and were thought to be a myth because they have special powers: healing. They were not a myth, just very careful about being found out. Hundreds of years ago, they had thousands of pack members and were stretched out across many different packs, acting as their doctor. Then the Crusade began. The Dhuuni Pack were being killed off quicker than they could reproduce, suffering attack after attack, until finally they withdrew their surviving members and retreated deep into the mountains, never to be seen again. The reason behind these attacks? It was said that some of the healers were powerful enough to bring back the dead, something no human, or werwolf, should be able to mess with.

Somehow, hundreds of years later, when they were on the cusp of rebuilding, a pack found them, and apparently they knew enough about the Dhuuni Pack to attack them. Galen didn't know enough of the history behind these attacks, he felt like something was missing, but if anyone knew they were keeping it to themselves. Galen didn't press, but he felt that Elder Taifa knew something, and by extension, so did Ruby. It wasn't his duty as Alpha to know about the past, it was his duty to protect those in front of him now. So he did. He got them up, placing Ayanle at the back to protect them, and led them towards the end of the tunnel. It lead them down the mountain, safely evading the pack above, and left them at the base where there was a forest about ten yards away. Galen sent Elder Taifa and Ruby across first, then Ayanle and his mate Sagal. Astur with the twins, and Galen crossed with Bilan and Zahi. He walked backwards keeping his eyes trained on the mountain, but there was no sign of life. Just smoke rising from where their village had been.

The other were crying silently, but Galen didn't have time for that. He had to keep his pack alive. They travelled for days, hardly stopping. By the time they go to the nearest pack they were starving, and Galen couldn't do anything about it. They hadn't noticed they had crossed into another pack's land, the trees all looked the same to the Dhuuni Pack, but none of them could miss the wolves charging right for them. Galen shoved everyone behind him, Ayanle and Sagal stepping out slightly to protect Elder Taifa and the younger ones. They Astur stepped up too, turning the line into a protective circle. They had no time to move backwards into free territory, they had been surrounded. The wolves were snarling, and Galen sensed that his pack wanted to snarl back but he warned them not to. They needed all the help they could get.

"I am Alpha Galen," he introduced himself carefully, knowing not to mention what pack he is from. Who knows if these people are from the same pack that wiped out Galen's, or if they had the same intentions? Galen didn't know, and he couldn't trust anyone. Only his pack members. The wolf in front of him shifted standing tall. Galen kept his eyes trained on the floor. He did not want to give them a reason to kill them all. Besides, the Dhuuni Pack is infamous for not being battle trained. They are healers by nature, their pelts a light grey or white to blend in with the mountain, they were not meant for fighting. Galen knew how to fight, barely, he knew how to defend himself. He wasn't strong, stronger than most because of his position, but still weak compared to others.

The man regarded him strangely. "I am Beta Tristan." His words were clipped and short. He got to the point. "What pack are you from? Why are you trespassing?" His voice left no room for lies and argument. He would get his answer, or he would have blood.

"I cannot tell you what pack we are solely out of fear. We were attacked because of who we are, most of my people killed. We are the only ones who remain." Galen lifted his head and met Beta Tristan's eyes, allowing grief to fill his eyes. It was only a flicker, but Beta Tristan's eyes softened. "We only seek refuge for a while, then we will leave. We mean you no harm." Galen's voice was soft, but not pleading. He was still an Alpha, and he allowed some of the power to seep into his stature. He stood tall and proud, knowing that these may be his final moments.

Beta Tristan looked at him for a long time, then nodded shortly. "Come with us." He turned and walked back the way he came, leading Galen and the Dhuuni Pack to their pack house. "We are the Yabel Pack, and our Alpha is Alpha Aleph, he will see you and determine your fate."

"Thank you," Galen said graciously. He wanted to scream. This was so unfair, they were a peaceful people, why were they being attacked? He vowed then and there that no one would know who they were, and they would do their best to integrate into another pack and train in combat. Never again would his pack be so helpless. They walked for about twenty minutes before a big house came into view. There standing on the back porch was a short man, maybe five inches shorter that Galen, with his arms crossed. They closer they got, the more uneasy Galen felt, and it didn't click until he got within speaking range.

This was his mate.

Galen realized a moment before Alpha Aleph did, and shook his head ever so slightly to warn him not to say anything. They would talk about this later, when his pack was safe. Being mates with the Alpha was good and bad. Good because it meant that all of them had safe passage in this pack. They would no longer be looking over their shoulder. Bad because Galen didn't have time for this. He wasn't ready to find his mate, he was only twenty four, he had more important things to worry about, all of them concerning the small number of people behind him. All of this passed through Galen's mind at lightning speed, and in that time they closed the distance between them and the Alpha, who's eyes were now hard. Galen hoped that meant he was just angry, and not going to reject or kill them all. Angry he could deal with. Murderous he could not.

He bowed slightly, palms pressed to the front of his thighs. Alpha Aleph motioned for him to speak. "Thank you for humouring us, Alpha Aleph. I am Alpha Galen, and this is all that remains of my pack." He rose and averted his eyes, submitting to the Alpha. Maybe this would help with the anger.

He stepped off the porch and stuck out his hand for Galen to shake. He took it tentatively. Alpha Aleph's hand was warm and rough, the hands of someone who works hard. "I'm sorry that we're meeting like this Galen," his voice was soft and invaded Galen's mind. He wanted to plug his ears and stop hearing it. "We welcome you and will host you as long as you need. If you would like, you may even join our pack. I must admit, we have also just suffered an attack, so you would also be doing us a favour." Galen looked up at his mate's face and noticed the soft smile there. He was not angry, just a little confused. Galen nodded, understanding in his eyes. Alpha Aleph was not going to let Galen go so easily, no matter what he said.

"Thank you Alpha Aleph for being such a gracious host. It will take a while to reach a decision, so I thank you in advance for the time we will be spending here." Alpha gave Galen's hand a short squeeze then released it, letting their arms fall back to their sides. Galen immediately noticed the lack of warmth. He hated the way it made him feel. Aleph turned and walked up the steps and across the porch to the back door, holding it open for them. Galen led his tired pack members through the door, allowing Aleph to overtake him and lead them to wherever he wanted to take them.

It turned out to be the fifth floor of the house, which appeared to be vacant, with five doors in a row on both walls, each leading to a simple room with a double bed, a dresser, desk and chair. Plus a window overlooking the front and back of the house. At the end of the hall was a communal living room with a TV and a mini kitchen, so they didn't have to walk all the way down to the may kitchen during the middle of the night for water, Aleph explained. Galen noticed something half in the wall, it looked like a radio. There were the speakers, and a some buttons labeled one through six, as well as two labeled front and back. Galen pointed at it.

"Ah," Aleph said. "That's our communication inside the house. Because of the sensitive hearing, most of the floors and walls are reinforced so little sound can travel between rooms. There's one of these on each floor and in each room. It's like a phone?" Galen still looked perplexed. They did not have much technology in the mountains, he didn't know what a phone was. "So this is connected to all the other ones in the house. Simply push the button of the floor you want to address and speak into the speaker. It will come out of the one on that floor. There's a more complicated one in each room. You'll notice that each room has a number on the door," Aleph pointed out, and everyone started craning their necks to see. "The one in your room is meant to call other rooms. Push the numbers of the room into the keypad and it'll call it for you. You have to hold a specific button to speak, and when you do that you can't hear the other person, so end your sentences with 'over', okay?" It was a lot to wrap their heads around, but they nodded all the same. It seemed simple enough.

Soon enough Galen was alone with his pack members, choosing rooms. He knew that there wasn't a room for him, Aleph was probably expecting him to sleep in his room, but Nala and Uba took one room so Galen would have a room on their floor. When everyone was settled, he went hunting for his mate to ask for food. Some of them hadn't eaten anything in almost too long, the sooner they got food the better. Galen followed his nose, the scent of his mate unmistakable. Aleph smelled like rain. He smelled like the crisp mountain air in the morning, he smelled like rock dust. He smelled like home.

His hunt led him to the sixth floor, which was laid out like the main floor of a house, except for the separating walls. The stairs led up to a living room, on the far side was a dining room and kitchen. To the left was an open door leading into a bathroom, and further back on the left was another door. There. That's where Aleph was, probably in his room. Without thinking, Galen walked forward and knocked on the door. Within the same three seconds, the door was flung open and Galen dragged through it before being roughly shoved back against the door.

Galen had all of one second to realize what was happening before Aleph's mouth descended on his. His lips were hot and soft, moving insistently against Galen's. Galen could barely understand what was going on, but he allowed himself to become lost in the feeling. Minutes passed and they stayed there just kissing gently before Aleph finally moved back a bit, still caging Galen in despite being shorter than him, and smiled softly at him.

"I've been waiting to do that," he murmured.

Galen just stared at him. He could lie to Aleph, not after this. He couldn't lie to his mate. He looked at the ground, gathering his strength before looking back at his mate. "There's something I need to tell you," he said, determined to get it out. Aleph just stared at him in surprise. "We are the last remaining survivors of the original Dhuuni Pack," Galen watched Aleph closely for any reaction. There was none. Aleph laughed, stepping away slightly and holing up a hand clasped around Galen's. How did that get there? Galen looked at his hand, finally recognizing the warmth covering it. His eyes widened in shock and he looked up at Aleph's smiling face.

It was healing magic.

#short story slam 2020

[ranier-layarte]

LONG Character Survey: Ranier Leveilleur

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Ranier Kyran Layarte Leveilleur

NICKNAME: Ran, Raven

AGE: 21-25 (depending on expac)

BIRTHDAY: 1st Sun of the 2nd astral moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Au ra (Xaela)

NATIONALITY: Eorzean – From Ul'dah

LANGUAGE(S): Eorzean,

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: No

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Isn't this the same as the above?

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married

CLASS: Weapon Master

• Proficient in almost all martial weapons.

• Tends to carry multiple weapons at all times.

• Prefers Axes out of all the bladed weaponry

HOMETOWN / AREA: Ul'dah

CURRENT HOMETOWN/ AREA: Shirogane Mansion

PROFESSION(S): WoL, Scion, Machinist, Businessman, Crafter

PHYSICAL: Extremely fit, exercises daily. Muscular build

HAIR: Black/Dark Blue

EYES: Crimson

NOSE: Average, straight, roman-esque

FACE: Straight essentially a greek nose. (At least if I had to try and describe it)

LIPS: A bit on the thinner side, very lightly pink.

COMPLEXION: A mix of Fair and Medium?

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Scar on left thigh from stab wound, Scar on left midsection, and upper right thigh.

TATTOOS: WoL tattoo on the palm of his right hand. (Working on giving him another)

HEIGHT: 7'4

WEIGHT: 330 LBS/ 150kg

BUILD: Tall, Muscular, Fit,

FEATURES: None

ALLERGIES: None, at least not yet.

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Long hair parted in the middle framing the face. Pulled into a ponytail and held with a silver bead big enough for the tail.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Around 40% expressionless, 30% Scowling, 20% Reflective, 10% happy.

USUAL CLOTHING: Higher end clothing generally a mix of casual with formal preferring long pants and a short sleeved shirt. Boots of some kind and armor of some kind at all times. Either under or over the clothes having a preference for the bulkier armors.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): Dying and thereby becoming unable to prevent future deaths and incidents. A fear of the unknown. (Which is part of why he tries to prepare for so many things)

ASPIRATION(S): Being able to amass enough wealth to live comfortably and to continue making the lives of the less fortunate easier. Helping create a better society for all.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Empathetic, Compassionate, Humanitarian, Perseverance, Fairness, Courageous, Loving, Self discipline, Reliable, Thoughtful, Patient

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Bossy, Jealous, Secretive, Grumpy, Harsh, Aloof, Stubborn, Cruel (Only to enemies but that doesn't really matter to people does it?) Arrogant (In some things though less now)

ZODIAC: Pisces

TEMPERAMENT: Mix of choleric and melancholic.

SOUL TYPE(S):  King, Warrior, Server (In that order)

ANIMALS: Raven, Bear

VICE HABIT(S): Training, Fixing machines, Drinking, Rubbing Chin, 

FAITH: The Twelve (Loosely)

GHOSTS?: I mean if you've seen them you can't deny them.

AFTERLIFE?: With everything we see there has to be right?

REINCARNATION?: Yes, it's clear there is.

ALIENS?: Yes.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Leftist

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: Prosperous, everyone has what they need. Along with the means to go beyond that if they are willing and able.

SOCIO POLITICAL POSITION: I think there’s enough to go on.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Higher end of the spectrum, attended sharlayan schooling for a few years of his life. (Around three) Was home taught and by other teachers. Extensive knowledge in numerous subjects such as Machinery, Technology, Gunsmithing, Gemology, Business. Holding the equivalent of a mixture of Graduate or Masters in the subjects.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Kyran Layarte

MOTHER: Sahar Layarte

SIBLINGS: Kyari Layarte

EXTENDED FAMILY:

NAME MEANING(S): Ranier (Rainier with out the first I Meaning Wise army apparently)Kyran (Beam of Light) Sahar (Early morning or Dawn) Kyari (???)

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: My families connection to history? My connection? My father was one of the survivors of the hotgo tribe also. Does fighting in the Calamity among all the other events count?

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Whatever has his current interest, it can very.

MOVIE PLAY: Does this mean Movie or Play?

5 SONGS:

• “Shock me” Baroness

• “Up In The Air” Thirty Seconds To Mars

• “Rise” League of Legends, Glitch Mob, The Word Alive

• “Unbreakable” Of Mice and Men

• “Drown” Bring Me The Horizon

DEITY: Halone

HOLIDAY: Valentione's day

MONTH: March

SEASON: Fall

PLACE: Beside his wife or workshop.

WEATHER: Light rain

SOUND: The turning of pages, the sound of rain, metal moving against each other.

SCENT(S): Smoke, Metal, Old books, and sweat

TASTE(S):  Dulcet, Spicy,

FEEL(S): Rocks, Silk, Smooth metals,

ANIMAL(S): This was listed before.

NUMBER: 1? I don't know.

COLORS: Black, Blue, Red, Gold, Silver

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Metalworking, Singing, Sewing, Gem Cutting, Technology, Smithing, Machinery, Dexterous.

BAD AT: Getting rest even now, Not over exerting himself, Not overthinking potential scenarios that may never happen. Dealing with almost all animals, Even now sometimes talking about what bothers him too well, but he’s gotten much better over the years/expansions.

TURN ONS: Caring, Helpful, Courageous, Educated, Aggressive. Listening, Reliable, 

TURN OFFS: Selfishness, Boastful, Belligerent, Cruelty, Intolerant, Racism, Weak willed, Careless,

HOBBIES: Creating new things be it machines, armor, clothes, weapons, tools, etc. Working on the same as before. Reading, Exercising, Cooking. Shopping.

TROPES: Pragmatic Hero, Bad ass boast, Big Fancy House, Chekhov's Gun, Determinator, Don't You Dare Pity Me, Genius Bruiser, Heroic Build, It's All My Fault, No Challenge Equals No Satisfaction, Super toughness, Friend to All Children, The Chosen One, The Ace, Ain't Too Proud To Beg, Always Save The Girl, Berserk Button, Death glare, Excuse me while I multi task, Game face, Hypocrite, Lady and Knight, Not So Stoic, Not So Invincible After all, Red Eyes, Take Warning, Stern Teacher, Undying Loyalty, The Power of Love

AESTHETIC TAGS: Workshops, Tools, Kitchens, Weaponry, Guns, Armor, Fine Clothes, Rain, Feathers, Azure Skies, Romance.

VOICE CLAIM(S): Keith Silverstein, (Speaking voice) John Rzeznik (Singing) John Baizley (Singing)

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC(S): Free company? Azure Talons.

ALT FC(S): What?

OLDER FC(S): What?

YOUNGER  FC(S): What?

GENDERBENT FC(S): What the fuck?

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: IF YOU COULD WRITE YOUR CHARACTER YOUR WAY IN THEIR OWN MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED, WHAT STYLE WOULD IT BE FILMED IN, AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ABOUT?:

• I genuinely don’t know. Something with the grandeur of lord of the rings maybe? But with the ability to add comedy and romance in the proper way. I'm all for serious movies but I enjoy the ability to add a well executed joke or sweet moment. It also would probably not just be a single film. Taking the general events and using my fics as material would probably be fine.

I’d have to think about it a lot more than I will right now

As for the name, well, I don't really have many options. But, probably something with Final Fantasy XIV as the main title. Give it a JRPG title I suppose as a sub title. Sort of like Warriors Dissonance or Uncovered Stories.

Q2: WHAT WOULD THEIR SOUNDTRACK / SCORE SOUND LIKE?:

• Ambient, switching to full of energy, able to convey emotion. Again mentioning LOTR, the score by Howard shore is really great and able to accompany many scenes in such a fantastic manner. As for the other bits perhaps the addition of artist tracks such as from favorite bands and those songs that have meaning to him. Like the ones listed above. 

Q3: WHY DID YOU START WRITING THIS CHARACTER?:

• As a way to work on and show that, a character doesn't just have to be overly reliant on tropes and cliches. That those are good as part of them but not as defining traits of them. Along with breaking some of those. Like how all protagonists always have dead parents, what's up with that? I enjoy seeing characters that try to break their molds and be more than that.

Q4: WHAT FIRST ATTRACTED YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?:

• My general thing in any game where you can create your own character has always been. To make who you'd want to be in this universe. I did that and then worked on it and reworked things until I got what I have now. So also, yes, he was a self insert.

Q5: DESCRIBE THE BIGGEST THING YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR MUSE:

• Hard one I suppose but. I'd say how he is capable of doing so much. Even though I work with it as it is a key part of him, it's still hard to make him feel right, feel human when he's got these clear incredible strengths. He's very proficient at so many things some would maybe say he's a mary sue type of character. I make an effort to work on how he became that way to offset it. So it's a lot of extra work than if I had him being a more archetypal hero of his type. I may dislike this the most but I also like it. Love hate relationship you know?

Q6: WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN COMMON WITH YOUR MUSE?:

• A good part of our attitudes and personality though on his end they are greater generally. Along with our want to be as best as we can at certain things. 

Q7: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT YOU?:

• Honestly, and in my current state. He would probably be very upset with me and to just know me or the hand I have in his creation and self.

Q8: WHAT CHARACTERS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE INTERESTING INTERACTIONS WITH?

• Alisaie Leveilleur – She is the main one being his main love interest, girlfriend, and wife later. Though overall he sees her as an equal and a partner, which is part of the reason their relationship grows as much as it does. Along with giving someone who he can trust in and rely on, and vice versa.

• Finn Hogveart - Who harasses Ranier often enough especially with his pet and regarding moogles.

• Alphinaud Leveilleur - and him sometimes get along strangely due to Ranier's relationship with his sister. For a long time he tried to spy on Ranier and make sure he was good for his sister even though he knew he was a good person.

•  Cid Garlond - Ranier sees him as a mentor of sorts, along with someone that he can bounce ideas off of and work with on projects leading to a solid relationship between the two. The two sometimes bicker regarding their work but it's always just them being passionate for the projects.

• Gerolt Blackthorn – Similar to cid in some ways. Ranier looks up to Gerolt and his ability to continue making such amazing creations. Wanting to learn more regarding the processes means Ranier visits him when possible, bringing some drinks for him when he does. Almost having a relationship like bros. Ranier also sometimes has gone to try and sway Rowena on his behalf to lower his debt.

There are more but I don’t want to make this too much longer.

Q9: WHAT GIVES YOU INSPIRATION TO WRITE YOUR MUSE?

• I do not control the write, also Alisaie.

Q10: HOW LONG DID THIS TAKE YOU TO COMPLETE?:

Uhhhh maybe an hour all together. Over the course of three hours.

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Tagged by: @amandafullmetal​ @lyllyan-weiss

Tagging: @heyafinney​ @anikisbox​ and anyone who wants to do it that sees this.

#Ranier Leveilleur #Ranier Layarte #I did the best I could with it with the time i put into it. #I'm not the best at these either Hopefully someone finds new things or interesting #things from it

[grelrik-da-bozz]

starco, something to think about...

Ok, so it has been almost a whole week and I’ve been celebrating about this ‘final’ they brought to the horrible curse that was cast on Marco and star almost 4 years ago.

It really is good to see that the one most affected by the curse (Marco) is finally free of that... disgusting situation he was in, but since we are talking about Disney, and considering what we have seen during the third season there is a huge possibility that they will spoil everything and come with a “we loved each other before the curse” scenario, even though there were no signs at all (specially from Marco) that there was anything but friendship between them.

Now about this bad transition we have three direct responsables!

The first one being the curse of the bloodmoon itself as it was the direct thing to affect Marco's personality and interfer with his decisions after being cast on both Marco and star, they both acted differently, slightly at first and almost unnoticeable on star but on Marco it was... quite obvious specially in season 3! But there were times in season 2 when you were all like “wtf? why did he do that?” Running with scissors is a good example. Follow me on this ok? Marco decides he doesn’t want to return back home as he has a different life in Hekapoo’s dimension (making star useless as now the one who has his attention in the ‘adventure cool section’ is H-poo) but then star asks him “What about your parents or your friends... or... me?” we see Marco do something quite particular... that in this last episode (Curse of the Bloodmoon) had a special sound and now everything is different! Marco had decided already, he was a 31 years old man, had made up his mind, but the curse forced him to change it. And I honestly hated that part of the episode! How come star decided to casually forget mentioning Jackie She should have said “What about your parents or your friends... or... Jackie... or me?” (some people have argued that star had feelings towards Marco before the bloodmoon but most of them base that presumption on the book*).

Now, the second direct responsable is star, for not accepting Marco's advice when she decided to go see what Tom had prepared for that party, even though Marco had already been right many times before about things related to the outcome of how bad everything could be if she continued using magic, doing what she considered right, following her own ideas, etc. and that only because of the Mary sue powers they ended up a-okay. (Honestly she should have at least said "Marco has already been right sometimes I should listen to him this one time, I mean, he is my friend.”) But no, she didn't, and do you wanna know why she didn’t listen to him? Because star is a strong independent “warrior” princess and that makes it all fine, right? I mean as long as a girl says that she is a strong and independent woman it doesn’t matter how much damage she broughts to anyone, we have to see it as positive. So yeah, sarcasm aside, a huge chunk of responsability falls on her shoulders**.

Finally the third responsable for how badly the curse developed are both “the plot” and Daron & the team that helped her, we all have heard some couple of things about the show, starting from the fact that Daron was already quite sure of how she wanted the show to be, she had more or less worked on it in her head since she was... how old 14? 13? More or less a teen age for sure, and therefore had been munching on that bone every once in a while for the last 15 years! Also is worthy mentioning that she said a couple of times that she had changed things during the course of the years but the idea was there, as solid as it could be and with steps she wanted to follow, now, following her trajectory so far and knowing a couple of her works we know she, for some reason, liked to add some drama in her stories***. And also she seems to be more or less on board the “social/genres/let’s-break-the-stereotypes train” although that could also be Sabrina Cotungo, who, by the way, got promoted to director for Season 3 (promoted might be a bad term as what actually happened is that the other two guys in charge of directing the show in Season 1 & 2 left after they finished), therefore took care of some of the importante decisions for the third season and apparently is the one to blame for it to be so... shity, Now I wonder if she was in charge of the story boards in the episodes where there was social drama issues...  Anyway, returning to the topic of blamming the horrible development of the bloodcurse and the third group of responsables, Daron (as far as we can asume) had this idea of Marco being a really tough subject for star when love was in the middle, I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually had planned for her to fall in love with Marco but that she would also suffer about it cause he had eyes for other girl! The thing is they developed in more than one episode the story for that to happen, they made Marco a really brilliant co-protagonist and many felt quite nice with him finally getting to get the chick he wanted, many out there celebrated it, of course there were also starco-fans who hated it, but the thing is we can’t deny the way they two got together was good! ponyhead helped Marco and Jackie to break the ice, to finally have him telling her she was his crush, accidentally of course but she did, star helped as well, but at the end of the episode we had a strong hint that she liked Marco, that was only a hint, something that star had not really gave her mind too much time to think about, she wrote in her diary something about Marco, how she felt about him and didn’t want him to read it because obviosly she probably wrote that she felt something strange, like butterflies in her stomach when seeing him. She was more or less oblivious to how strong her feelings where and I feel like the real issue here is that star was never meant to end with Marco, I feel that Daron wanted her to suffer a little for Marco and then turn the page, to return back to Mewni and continue her life, sad, angry with herself, but ready to give her heart another chance to find a good guy to love.

*: For those out there who don’t know about it, every cartoon of the last decade (perhaps even a little more than a decade) has done some thing(s) like that before, bringing something special or that expands the lore and that exist only in a type of merchandise that you have to buy in order to read and know. MLP, Adventure time, etc. It’s not something “new” that SVTFOE has and in all of those mentioned cases they had been clear about one thing: the book/magazine/comic IS CANON but it is a SEPARATE CANON, they are not interconnected, even if the author says so. Lauren Faust for example! She had said before some things about specific ponies, ideas she had or things she had planned for some moment in the story... but the show has pointed at other direction. So yeah, we can respect the book but we can’t really take it as 100% interconnected canon. **Ok, I have to point something else about this star issue, yes, she is not the only one responsable, some could argue that Tom is the ‘main responsable’ there, but to anyone other there wanting to say that I’d like to know your answer to this: Did Tom plan involved star and Marco dancing? The answer is a huge NO, yeah he is the one who wanted to dance with star, something bad cause he would have never told her that her sudden change on feeling about him was due to the curse, but it was something he had thought for what he believed was the best, he had never thought about Marco being his friend at the time nor did he planned for them to have their souls linked. And,  as people suggest star was already a little bit in love with Marco before the curse so, that would explain why those feelings were slowly increasing in her heart for the latino boy, but then there is a little something I wanna talk about.  Star managed to finally overcome her crush on Marco and decided she wanted to start dating Tom once again, after she tried to dress him like Marco, overcame her addiction to his musk, etc. She returned his hoodie and closed the portal... they could have ended it right there, Marco could have returned just casually and for some episodes, fighting Meteora and stuff. ***About the drama that Daron had done in some other projects she did before SVTFOE, we have at least a couple which are the most well-known ones. There is this short animated thingy where the girl is captured by some folks, they take her away and her “boyfriend/husband/lover/whatever” takes it on his shoulders to go and rescue her, when he arrives and is all ready to break the ‘bad guy’ it is revealed it actually is a Bad girl, a MILFy looking bad girl who acts all sassy with him and in a matter of seconds they are kissing right there in front of the “princess”. The short clearly points to the idea of “hey girls, never expect a boy to free you from a dangerous situation, free yourself and punch his face because you are strong and independent”… you probably understand my point, is not a bad lesson but I feel some other Disney princesses did it a lot, lot better. So anyway, the idea is clear, the ‘main character’ who casually  looks quite similar to star. The second short I remember is this one  where this girl is cutting with scissors some pieces of cloth that other two girls pass her, to work, she is pretty much daydreaming and ends up being fired, her dreams are all like stuff from the 70s you know, way too colorful and stuff (this short is all drawn in black and white) which is fine, but the design and others… makes it feel odd. (Personal opinion). The third one is probably the most famous one, this young girl leaves her house after her older sister tells her to stay away while she sees the pictures of her ex, which seems to be dating someone else, the young girl (has a lizard as her pet, she talks and hears the pet talk) enters a pub and drinks some beverage she steals and has some kind of alusination and gets scared, fortunately the older sister’s ex recognizes her and acts as if he had been looking for her to help her out of the situation, taking her back home and… that’s it. As you can see two of these three shorts have things in common, a protagonist daydreaming with what seems to be ‘magic in her imagination’ which is what we know star was going to do  (she didn’t have magic, they suggested Daron to make the magic real minutes before she presented the story board for the pilot)  and secondly there is some naughty thing going on as both the blonde princess and the older sister seem to “like” their couple/ex while they are kissing/dating someone else.

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