#you can't not tell me they didn't find some magic artifacts

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wouldn't it be twisted if, even after Yubei is born, Macaque still didn't realize the reasoning he lost his eye was because he himself had been a threat to his mate's unborn child until they were in the Scroll of Memory? If he still felt some resentment towards Wukong for that and wad jsut willing to put it aside for the sake of the cub up until he and MK see the battle where Macaque lost his eye, and with rage and anger clouding his senses, Macaque could clearly see how Wukong was trying to tell him something and remained on the defensive until Macaque's younger self made a move towards Wukong's stomach? If he only just then noticed the fact there was a baby bump on Wukong even back then and how Wukong's pilgrim brithers tried several times to step in only to be pushed back by either an angered Mac or Wukong himself (because as far as Wukong is concerned this is a private matter between Him and His Mate and also said mate is his equal in battle and pissed off so please just STAY BACK WHERE YOU CAN'T GET HURT YA IDIOTS!!)

I feel like it would be the point where Macaque really has it sink in that; "Oh gods, he was terrified of me in that moment." Since after a point, he knows Wukong has been pregnant since the start of the Journey through Wukong himself and/or MK.

Cus whilst him and Wukong are sorta back together, they still have "hey remember when you took my eye?" "remember when you tried to kill my master?"-type arguments. To the point that Macaque was relieved that Wukong had "only" gotten himself trapped in an artifact and not walked out on him and had taken the baby with him.

And when he and MK stumble across a fight that he really didn't want the kid seeing? Mac pauses.

Mac sees how his cudgel nearly struck Wukong's stomach.

He sees how his King's eyes flash with rage and how he instinctually slashed Macaque across the right side of his face to disorrient him.

Mac sees how his younger self's vision blurrs with blood and hate and how he ignored a plea from the King that his many ears failed to hear;

"Plums, please! I'm-"

The scene flashes back to the beginning just before they see Wukong move to swing the Ruyi Jingu Bang towards Macaque's frenzied strike.

Macaque in the present day falls to his knees. He watches the scene replay multiple times before MK shakes him from his catatonia. All he can feel around him is the wind of that final encounter.

MK: "...Thats what happened between you two, right? Not just under mountain." Macaque: "Yeah." MK: "You really didn't know at the time, did you?" Macaque: "I should have. If I had just... listened." MK: *conflicted cus he's wanting to comfort Mac, but still needs to find Wukong* *kneels down to join Mac on the ground* MK: "Well, you can start by maybe hearing the Monkey King out a little more on stuff. Stuff you guys fight about." Macaque, wincing: "You know about the fight?" MK: "He was telling me about it while we were cleaning. Before we... found the Scroll... You really think I can't handle what life is gonna throw at me?" Macaque: "I... I don't want you to make the same mistakes I've made. You saw what that leads to." MK: "I'm gonna make mistakes. No matter how well you guys prepare me for it. I'm gonna run into stuff I'l never see coming. I definitely didn't expect a magic scroll to eat my family, or expect a Lion dude you guys used to know taking over the universe... but I know we can fix it together. We just need to believe we can." Macaque: "Just a smidge, right?" MK, smiling wide: "Yeah. Just a smidge." *they share a fatherly-son-like hug* MK: "Now lets go find our King." Macaque: "Agreed."

This is about the point in their wander that they find memories relating to Wukong's relationships after the Journey. How he mourned for centuries under all those friends he held dear.

And how he had to make a hard decision on whether or not to keep a certain brown-furred monkey cub...

#slow boiled stone egg au #stone egg talk #pregnancy tw #shadowpeach #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #qi xiaotian #death tw #canonical character death tw #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk aus

[radiance1]

ANOTHER FUCKING GAME AU BITCHES!!!!!

Or maybe not game but you get the idea, or don't. That works too.

Anyways.

Inspired by: These songs

Now stay with me, is this well thought out? NO!

But come along for the ride anyway!

Anyways.

So, Danny is mad bored and because he's mad bored it inevitably ends up both Sam and Tucker's problem. Not even DOOM can cure Danny's boredom surprisngly.

Meanwhile in the ghost zone:

Pariah Dark, taking out a tray of ecto-cookies in a kiss the cook apron with a tone of skulls on the design: My father senses are tickling.

Which leads to him just showing up out of bloody nowhere and dragging Danny + his friends off into the zone when he finds out Danny's bored as shit.

Pariah Dark: Wait for the cookies to cool, just got out the oven.

He says before going around to rummage in his treasury because he's sure he has at least something in there to stave off his adopted son's bordom.

If his countless priceless artifacts can't even do this, what's the use of keeping them?

A few minutes later as Danny is eating the surprisingly hella good cookies (Which is weird considered that his adopted dad was like, asleep for eons or whatever). Pariah walks back out with a very big, like big enough to touch the floor on him, cape.

He's happy to see Danny enjoying his cooking (Yes, he can cook Pandora nobody is going to almost die for a second time this time he got better and that was literally eons ago stop bringing that up-), but then gets on to what this cape is all about.

He got it about, a century after his coronation by an unnamed ghost, it quite literally just showed up in his castle one day with little to no explanation and he just went with it. Although he didn't use it much, he knows it has some amount of cosmic power in it, doesn't know what it does but its there.

He does know that its 100% safe though.

At least to beings of their level of power.

Though it might have some kind of effects on the regular living if exposed to for a long period of time. Probably, maybe.

He doesn't know, doesn't care.

So, he just drops it on Danny and takes a moment to see how he's just engulfed by the thing, before giving a hum in consideration and snapping his fingers, the thing shrinks but enough for Danny to actually be able to put it on, but still dragging a good distance of the floor behind him.

The cloak's outer appearance is a brilliant glowing white, while the inside looks as if space itself was woven within it.

When Danny put it on, it just felt, right. He couldn't explain it, but it just felt like it was always meant to end up in his hands. No matter if it looked like a toddler wearing his dad's clothes, he's willing to look past that.

Then he just, takes Danny to a very dead vat of space and tells him to have fun (Nothing there should be capable of harming Danny since he made sure of that even before having a child). Like, there's quite literally nothing there and Danny doesn't know what to do.

So, he just fucks around and finds out.

At least the cloak floats behind him as he flies around and looks really cool in space.

Meanwhile Sam and Tucker are just there, left behind, standing around with Pariah Dark. Waiting for Danny to come back.

....

......

Sam: Hey what if you-

Pariah: No.

Sam: I know magic...?

Pariah: Considering hum

Tucker: I have a scepter that can warp reality that was owned by my probably great ancestor.

Pariah: Considering hum increases in intensity

He ends up throwing them in there to, well, after Tucker got the scepter, reality manipulation to allow them to breath in space as a treat (And also for a semi-logic way for them to not die in space).

Danny fucked around and found out he can apparently make stars now.

The three then work together to create an entire solar system.

Danny, making the stars and then the motherfucking sun (with help from Pariah Dark).

Tucker, using his powers to make what is basically the rough drafts of various planets. I.e. just giant rocks. Then carefully using his powers tweak at their designs and make them actually bloody planets.

Sam? Sam just takes a look at one planet and goes: Yea, this would make a great earth.

And proceeded to make earth.

Like no shit, she just filled that shit with her magic and carefully created a working ecosystem and then the planet just, lived.

Is Sam's new world populated? Hahaha, no. Well technically it is, but really only by her and the other two on occasion.

Basically just one gigantic oversized garden.

Tucker set up a base on one of the moons (the one near Sam's planet) and somehow managed to get himself some wifi???? No one knows how he did it, and they aren't going to sit through his explanation.

Danny? Danny's just chilling bro. Most of the time he just kicks back and relaxes in the void of space, occasionally drifting past worlds and stars and sometimes sleeping too.

Basically, just one very big playground for the trio. Sam taking care of her planet garden, Tucker making the entire moon into his personal tech base, and Danny just drifting around in space doing spacing (hehe) out or sleeping.

Me: Oh? What is this? Is that a Dc content over there?

Dc content: rolls

Me: No Dc content! Don't roll into my Dp ideaaaa!!

Dc Content: Rolls into Dp idea

Me: Noooooooo.

Cut forward awhile in time and then a supervillain accidently pulls up into the trio's playground while running from the Justice League, accidently knocks into this random glowing thing in space and then escaped, Danny meanwhile gets rudely awakened and is so surprised the area around him gets enveloped with ice that the Justice League just has to, kinda, move above, below or around.

Which gave the villain good enough time to run.

Then that villain wandered too close to Tucker's moon base and almost got shot to death (Tucker why the fuck do you have space weaponry!?!??!) and then had to make a hasty landing on the nearby planet.

Which is what he wanted so like yea ok.

Same thing happened to the Justice League.

So now both the Supervillain and the Justice League have to navigate Sam's planet. Not knowing that they rudely (in the supervillains case) woke up the prince of the dead and alerted Tucker's moon base.

#dp x dc #sam manson #tucker foley #Ghost Prince Danny #Pariah Dark #The Justice League accidently pulled up on the prince of an entire different universe's undead while chasing a supervillian #Tucker has a moon base #Why? #I thought it funny #Sam has an entire planet she treats as a #Garden #Becuz that was also funny to me #Help me I keep splotching together different things #hahhaha #Malewife Pariah Dark #real #DarkAges #Is there in the bg becuz I say so #Even MORE ramblings of a drunk man #Hhahahah #Somehow Dc always sneaks its way into here even though my idea's are never thought out properly #Must be the non-existent booze #Anyways #Have this shitty idea or whatever #Or is this crack? #Idk

[smittenbyvillains]

Ok so I thought what if the reader heard the winxs talking behind their back and saying she not good enough to be at alfea and while she alone crying 😭 the reader bumps into valtor and agrees to work together.then one day while the winxs and reader we're fighting valtor the reader betrays them right in front of them 😳🫢🙀😈 ( kinda giving Backstabber by Kesha vibes don't you think?) anyways in the end valtor and the reader win the battle and kinda start growing feeling for each other and then start dating 😘😍(hope this isn't a big request 😬😓 I just love drama for some reason 🤷‍♀️😊😅)

This is a great idea, I will try to make it longer than some of the others I have done hehe

You were on Solarita with the other Winx girls. You left them as you wanted to find your room. Just as you let you turned back because you forgot your bag. That is when you heard what they were saying.

"I don't why Faragonda wants her a part of the Winx. She doesn't fit in." Musa said.

The other girls hummed in agreement.

"Sounds like she begged Faragonda to be a part of something so she got stuck with us. She can't even earn her enchantix!" Stella said.

You listened to them as you hid behind the corner. You held back your tears. You truly thought you made some friends but you guess that was a lie. You quietly started to run to the guest room. You didn't want to stay here anymore. You were crying and just running when you bumped into something hard.

You looked up at the thing. Valtor raised an eyebrow. You weren't a part of the castle staff as far as he had seen. He softened a bit seeing your tear-stained face.

"I don't think it is safe to run when you're crying, m'lady." He said. You let out a weak laugh.

"I didn't know I was crying," you muttered and wiped your face.

"Now what's wrong? I heard there is a party tonight... Aren't you excited?" He asked. He placed a hand behind your back and walked you out to the gardens. You shook your head.

"I was excited but... now I don't want to go... I'll be ignored anyways." Valtor frowned. How could someone ignore you. You were pretty. He thought you were prettier than the princess the ball was for.

"How could someone ignore you, darling?"

"My friends... well they are not my friends anymore are talking shit behind my back. Apparently, I'm desperate." You laughed. "But that's fine, I've always been alone. I don't really contribute to the group much." You went on. Valtor had an idea and smirked.

"You know... I'm looking for some help. Would you like to join me? Trust me no one will ever ignore a beauty like you." He grinned at you. You looked up at him curiously.

"What is it that you are doing?" You asked bluntly.

"Just gaining the magic back that was stolen from me. If you help I will share the magic making you stronger and you may rule a kingdom of your own." You had to admit that sounded nice and you nodded.

"Deal." You replied.

"My name is Valtor." He said. "I will let you know when the plan is starting." He said and walked away. "Don't tell anyone anything yet understood?" you nodded understanding. It felt nice to be wanted. This was your chance to show them that you were as great as them. You went to your guest room and looked at the bed. There was a beautiful gown that was blue and purple. It had gems on it. You smiled a bit at it. You picked up the note that was on top.

<enjoy the dress, hope it cheers you up, your friend Valtor>

A few weeks after the ball you were chilling in your room reading a book about different artifacts. Valtor had given you a few and you took their magic without anyone knowing but him and the Trix. The Trix welcomed you into their sisterhood. They might have been jealous of how Valtor was with you but that didn't matter to you. They were better friends than the Winx.

Plenty of times you were last to be saved or they forgot you for missions. You didn't mind as you spent that time with Valtor. He was a really great friend. He helped you. You jumped as your door slammed open. You looked up it was the Winx.

"Hurry up, we have a mission," Flora said. You nodded and got up out of bed and walked to the ship and sat down alone in one corner. They were failing miserably against Valtor. Valtor was strong than them. When you arrived at the place you saw a wasteland almost. You were the last to leave the ship.

Valtor fell down in front of Winx and you. Everyone transformed. They didn't notice you transform into an outfit like the Trix's but longer and a coat. It was red to match Valtor. You hated acting like you were on their side. Valtor sent a blow sending you all down to the ground. Valtor walked over to you and held his hand with a smirk.

"Need any help up, darling?" He asked. You nodded and smiled at him as you stood up with his help. The Winx watched in shock. You were a traitor. They got up quickly ready to fight you both. You sent them some red smoke the smoke had dark magic and a sleeping spell that drained them of their magic. Once the smoke returned to you you would gain their magic. Valtor would have the dragon flame from Bloom. You smirked watching them cough.

"why are you doing this Y/N?" Bloom asked.

"You traitor!" Stella exclaimed. You only could laugh.

"I heard you talking shit about me behind my BACK at Stella palace. Although it isn't your home anymore...all well." You grinned. "Now I'm repaying you for it." Valtor wrapped his arms around your waist and created a portal and both of you left.

Back at Valtor's castle and the Trix were glad the Winx got what they deserved. You all enjoyed some dinner before heading to bed. Although you couldn't sleep and walked to Valtor's room and knocked.

"Come in!" Valtor said. He knew it was you and he smiled as you opened his bedroom doors and went over to his bed. You laid against his side. He was reading before you walked in. He closed the book and sat it on the table. "Can't sleep, love?"

"Yeah," you replied. He kissed your head.

"I have a question."

"Shoot away."

"Will you be my queen?"

"Yes... yes, I will Valtor." You said with a smile. He kissed you gently. You ended up falling asleep in his arms with a big smile. You belonged here. You had a home and a family.

#winx valtor #valtor x reader #villains #valtor #winxclub #winx club #winx stella #winx musa #winx bloom #winx flora #winx aisha #winx season 3 #x reader

[maegalkarven]

An interlude. What now?

Happens between Empty Prayers and Dreams of Red.

Nemo tries to be serious and Think of the Future. It backfires.

Characters: Dark Urge (Nemo), Enver Gortash, Astarion, Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart, Gale, Lae'zel.

TW: mentions of cannibalism, questionable way to raise children (Nemo wtf), canon-typical Durge behavior.

Info about Nemo's assassins:

https://www.tumblr.com/maegalkarven/732101148639707136/so-i-actually-created-most-of-the-notable?source=share

"You do realize we all are doomed, right?" The question comes out of nowhere amidst of one of the calmest nights they have. It breaks the feeble illusion of peace right away.

"Now, you don't have to put it like that," Gale tries. "We still have some choices-"

"Blowing yourself up is not a choice," Wyll cuts out, uncharacteristically sour.

"But-"

"No, Gale," Shadowheart agrees. "No more stupid self-sacrifices for the gods who do not deserve that. Besides, you remember what Gortash said? What if you have done as Mystra wanted you to and detonated the orb in the illithid colony, it would turn every parasite-infested person into mindflayer?"

"I'm not sure how much we can trust a word of the former Chosen of Bane."

"Fair," the former Chosen of Shar agrees. "I wouldn't trust him either. But something tells me this time he was telling the truth."

"He also sits just across you, if your memory is that fragile," Gortash comments. "And thank you, not like I was thinking of impending doom and our deaths for every hour of every day now."

"Not like you kickstarted this whole event," Karlach comments.

"And what would you have me to do, let Orin kill Nemo?"

"Well, you could have not tried to conquer the world using the extremely dangerous magical artifact and, you know, the Elder Brain."

"You keep saying that, but I have yet to hear a single idea how to fix it and for us, you know, not die drastically and like fools."

"Everyone always dies like a fool," Astarion comments. "Death is dumb like that."

"If you'd only let me finish," Nemo raises his voice. "And stopped this 'woe are us, we are doomed' crying-"

"We are listening," Wyll tries. "Oh, well, at least I am trying to."

Nemo sends him a grateful look.

"Alright, let's start it anew, you literal bickering children-"

"Hey-"

"Gortash started it-"

"Oh, fuck off-"

"Quiet," and surprisingly, they all quiet down. This is who Nemo is forced to work with these days. Unbelievable.

"We are screwed. This is not me being overly dramatic, this is not me being pessimistic, this is the actual truth we're dealing with. The Elder brain has one stone and if it wasn't breaking out of the hold before - which he was, very much - it's clearly out of it now. Now, the questions why it hasn't turned everyone into mindflayers and why it's playing laying low for now is a mystery, but-“

"It's luring us back to it," Astarion comments. "What? Can't we offer our thoughts too? I didn't know it's One Man show you're having here."

"You have no idea how many people have been stabbed over interrupting him mid speech," Gortash comments. "Me included."

"Oh yeah, well, maybe try to not talk over me, asho-"

"I wasn't talking over you-"

"Just like you aren't doing it now?" Nemo glares at him. "You're lucky I need you alive."

"Thank you oh so kindly, the gracious one-"

"Tsk'va," Lae'zel interrupts the quarrel. "You two desire to tear into each other’s flesh so much it makes you stupid. Go get the urges out of the system and come back when you're capable of being rational."

This comment, made with intention of calming things down, has rather the opposite effect.

"You're the one to talk," Nemo hisses as his face reddens.

"I do not ‘desire to tear into his flesh’," Gortash argues.

Astarion laughs.

"Yes, and I am not a vampire spawn."

"Can we not fight?" Wyll, an unfortunate voice of reason amidst this chaos.

"Oh, I don't know," Gale smirks. "I rather find it amusing to watch."

"You know what?" Nemo snaps. "Go on, detonate this orb. I'm done with it."

"Now I'm not going to, purposely because you asked me so nicely."

"I fucking hate this family."

"Karlach, you already said that."

"It doesn't mean I hate it any less."

"I miss my children," Nemo suddenly chimes in. "They listened to me."

"Your who?"

"Oh, please," Gortash snorts. "I once saw one of your children stab her brother over something minor."

"It was their brother and it was nothing minor. He took their target, that's just rude."

"I'm sorry," Gale tries. "Can we backtrack now? What children are you talking about now?"

Nemo blinks at them.

"Oh," he exclaims. "My assassins, of course, the ones I personally brought into the fold."

"And the reason you address them as children is because..?"

"They were orphans Nemo picked up from the streets," Gortash mentions. "At least that's what I was told."

"Excuse me, what?" Karlach, indignation flaring with her fire. "You stole children?"

"First of all, it's kidnapped and not stole. Second of all, they came willingly," Nemo scoffs. "And really, do you think they had any other choice? Do you think any good life was waiting for them? I saved their lives."

"You've abducted children into the cult and made them killers," Wyll speaks. "Nemo, this is-"

"Wrong?" He interrupts. "How wrong can it truly be? They would die without me, or better yet, get killed. Do you think there's mercy for a girl who took a life of her stepfather? Whose mother blamed her for the murder even if said stepfather was in dire need of killing?" He pierces Wyll with a sharp stare.

"Do you think Flaming Fists would save a little tiefling boy with too much magic in his blood? Do you think they'd get to the mad crowd in time and protect the boy from it? Do you think they'd even care?  A tiefling child, an evil child, a hellspawn. No one would miss him, no one would cry for him. And," he smiles and this smile looks poisonous.

"Do you think your honorable father would spare a child whose survival was linked to the deal with the fiend? Do you think he, who exiled his own son, would look at destruction of the House Et'rris, at the only surviving its member, linked to a devil, and help them? Save them?" His voice drops to a low tone.

"How dare you judge me? You were not there to save these children, I was. What did I do but gave them a second chance? What did I do but gave them home? Where else would they go? Who else would feed starving orphans on the streets, Duke Ravengard?" He laughs an ugly, bitter laugh.

"The Council of Four? Don't be ridiculous, they never even looked down to see the low folk struggling. Those children, all those children would die if not for me. From the so-called justice, from an angry mob, from prison, from starvation. I found them, fed them, cared for them. I made them best of the best, the perfect murderers, the perfect shadows of the night. And who can hurt them now, when they're the worst things haunting Baldur's Gate? Who would dare to strike at them but their own? I made them strong."

The stunned, eerie silence falls over the camp.

Then Karlach raises her voice.

"What did you feed them with?"

"This is irrelevant."

"No, it's not."

"It was a good meat: not rotten, not touched by any diseases, I even cooked it-"

"I fed children the human flesh?!" Gale asks in horror.

"Of course you'd assume it was human," Nemo scoffs. "It was elven too, you know. Some dwarf meat, even halfling or tiefling there and there-"

"You did what?!"

"It was that or starving on the streets! And anyway, I was fed humanoid flesh my entire life and I turned out alright-"

Astarion scoots a little closer to Gortash.

"He did not turn out alright," the pale elf whispers, watching the argument rising to new, dangerous heights. "And you knew that, didn't you?"

"What Nemo eats flesh?" Gortash hums. "It wasn't a big secret."

"And what he feeds his...children the same?"

"It's a Cult of Murder," the man shrugs. "One expects some level of atrocities from it."

"That's not the answer."

"That's the one you'll get," Astarion watches Gortash watching Nemo, a small satisfies smile dancing on his lips. "I don't particularly care what he feeds his assassins, only what all of them seem to care very little for table manners."

"So I'm guessing you've met them?"

"Yes."

"...What are they like?"

"Why don't you ask their benefactor that and not the man who saw them once or twice?"

"Because their benefactor is currently in a screaming match with our companions," Astarion's shrugs. "Though he seems to be holding his ground just alright."

Gortash snorts.

"He used to lead fifty or so bloodthirsty murderers and made it look easy," another long, heavy look at Nemo. "He is good at handling people. Bhaal convinced Nemo the best thing a bhaalshapwn can be is a perfect blade, which is a shame, really. Nemo would do wonders in high court; he has enough charisma and intelligence to wrap the nobles around his fingers without them so much as noticing it.”

"It sounds like you admire him," Astarion comments, trying very hard not to feel slighted at that. Of course tyrant admires his nearest in dearest, it was to be expected. And anyway, doesn’t Nemo deserve to be admired?

But why does it sit so ill against his skin?

"Of course I admire him," the tyrant replies, not even looking away from the assassin. "He is brilliant. His part in our plans is not to be overlooked; everything came falling apart the moment Orin replaced him. Bhaal might have been content with a mad woman who could not control her urges, but our plan could not. She made a mess of things, ruined several of carefully constructed plans and hadn't even noticed. The amount of people I had to tadpole simply because Orin was acting unwise is-" he sighs. "Where Nemo would just waltz into the room, smile and bullshit his way through everything, Orin made things worse."

Astarion hums.

"I once saw Nemo convince an orthon to kill his minions, then his pet, then himself," he mentions. "So I can easily see him doing that."

"An orthon?" Gortash looks surprised. "Where in the Nine Hells did you find an orthon?"

"In a Gauntlet of Shar," Astarion shrugs. "He made an ill-fitted deal with Raphael and tried to get out of it. Nemo tricked him into false getaway."

Three's a long silence after that.

"Raphael," Gortash speaks slowly, as if tasting the words. "It's been a while since I've heard that name. How did you stumble into him?"

"More like he stumbled into us. He appeared from the thin air, laid heavy on those sweet talks of his and tried to talk Nemo into a deal. Probably still trying, all things considered. I am not sure what exactly he wants from Nemo, but he is insistent."

Gortash grows silent once more.

"I would advise against strikingly any deals with that particular devil," he comments after a pause. "Deals with him are even fouler than the deal with the devil would be expected to be. Raphael is clever; he is patient and knows how to play the game. Worst of all, he is at advantage of knowing Nemo while Nemo does not know him, and in the position where he is holding a grudge against the dear assassin of mine."

Astarion bites down the bitter taste of the way Gortash claims Nemo as his.

This can wait. His questions would not.

"Why would he hold a grudge against Nemo?"

Gortash actually laughs, a short lived and curt sound, but laugh none less.

"Because Nemo has done something Raphael failed to do. Raphael has been lusting after the Crown of Karsus for millennia, but was never able to relieve it from Mephistopheles' vault. Together Nemo and I successfully orchestrated and executed the plan what brought the crown into our hands."

So this is what Raphael wants.

"He is after the crown," Astarion comment. "And he thinks Nemo will be able to get it for him."

Gortash nods.

"And I can't express enough how this is absolutely a thing what cannot happen. Raphael is bad enough without a otherworldly power what is the Crown of Karsus in his claws."

"So," Astarion studies the man closely. "Better the crown in your hands then?"

Gortash smiles.

"Providing what we can get it off Elder Brain first and live," he comments. "But yes."

#empty prayers au #dark urge: nemo #bg3 #dark urge x gortash #gortash x durge #lae'zel really said: you want to fuck each other so bad it makes you look stupid #it is like 1 line she has bc I have hard time writing her but isn't she valid for it #nemo is petty bitch but also OKAY-ish stepparent of turned out OKAY-ish 8 children. don't judge him he did his best #what's a lil cannibalism in the family #nemo saying: 'i was fed flesh and turned out alright' the same way ppl say 'i was beat up and turned out alright' like sweetheart. baby #you didn't turn alright #you're so not alright it's tragic #girl who killed stepdad is clotilda #the tiefling boy is vivias #he's also the brother some assassin stabs #i wrote 'brother' and then realized vivias is the only boy nemo adopted so #sorry bby #the assassin stabbing him over a kill is writt #they're a bitch and I love them so much #gortash not mentioning a thing about maybe knowing raphael...dude I see what you're doing #also everyone desires the crown of Karsus...EVERYONE #Gortash's new goal is to get crown of Karsus for himself now ESP after he found out Raphael is trying to talk Nemo into giving it away #shadowheart who probably ate humanoid flesh several times in the course of her life bc it's shar's thing too: *is suspiciously quiet* #astarion: nemo talked an othon into killing all his allies and then himself #gortash: nice!

[bedtimegiraffe]

Putting Aerin Back in Book 2 Mini Fics

I'm fascinated by the idea of Aerin not leaving, but not enough to transcribe and modify like 8 chapters. So here are some highlights of how I think it would go if Aerin had somehow decided to stick around. Including Nia yelling at his ass like she deserves!

All sections except for first two stand on their own pretty easily, so if you just want to skip ahead to a scene you're thinking about, I'm not gonna tell you no.

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Chapter 9

Zaradun Prison Cell

You're still trying to find a way out of your incredibly unfair imprisonment when an unfamiliar voice speaks up in the dark. "You're not from around here, huh?" You peer through the dim lighting and find a young dwarven woman reclining on the floor of the cell across from yours. Her eyes glow like the woman in the market's, framing her confident smile. Aerin smirks at her. "Whatever gave us away?" The woman gives a daring smile back. "You develop a sense for these things. Gotta say, I didn't expect to have any company tonight. It's refreshing. I'm Cherta, by the way." "I'm Raine, and these are my friends Tyril, Nia, Mal, Imtura, and Aerin." You catch the way Aerin's head turns toward you, his eyes wide. But his expression is neutral again before you can comment and Cherta continues on. "Well, Raine and friends, what are you in for?"

Chapter 10

Zaradun Crypts

As you all make your way through a thankfully undead-free section of hallway, Aerin turns to you with a teasing smile. "It seems I skipped right past 'acquaintance.' Or was it simply becoming too much of a hassle to introduce me separately?" Despite his tone, you can tell there's a real question under there. (Friendly Route) You smile at him. "Why so surprised? You've kept not betraying us. And you always struck me as ambitious. I can't see you settling for less than 'friend.'" Aerin smirks. "Ah yes, the ambition that has served us all so well." "You won't settle when things could be better. That's a good thing. We're trying to save the world here, Aerin." His smile turns somewhat genuine at that as he looks away. "I suppose I can take your word for it. You have done quite well for yourself, after all." (Romance Route) You lean in, smiling seductively as you run a finger across his jaw. "I think we're well past 'acquaintances.' Give me another performance like you did at the festival and we'll see what other titles you can work your way up to." Aerin shivers slightly, looking at you hungrily despite the faint blush rising in his cheeks. "Well if that's all it takes… I do believe I have some rather good ideas for how to further impress our indominable leader, when next they have time for me." "I think I can spare a little time now." You lean forward eagerly and press your lips to his. Aerin tangles his hands in your hair as his tongue brushes into your mouth. But far too soon, he pulls away. You pout at him. "What, that's all I get?" "Raine, we are in the middle of a haunted crypt." You grin at him. "Such lofty standards, your highness." Aerin laughs fondly, shaking his head.

Zaradun

As the group discusses if you should let Cherta go off on her own, Aerin subtly motions you aside. You follow him a short distance away before he turns to you with concern. “Raine, this may not be a good idea.” "You don't think we can trust her?" "Whether she is being honest with us about her intentions may not matter." Aerin lets out a shaky exhale, his eyes not quite meeting yours. "It’s… Cherta is desperate and about to use a very powerful magical artifact. Surely you can understand why that might be a disastrous combination.” You nod slowly, thinking back to last year. "Maybe I should go with her." Aerin looks relieved. “That seems like a wise idea.”

Chapter 11

Zaradun Temple

Tyril hasn’t relented at all, still glaring furiously at the dwarven elder. "We have seen the corruption Shadow magic has caused, among the Shadow Court and those they influenced." You try to soften Tyril's approach a little, though it doesn't seem like that's going to work. "We were warned that Zaradun had fallen to the same corruption." Elder Radimir regards you calmly. "Were you now? Do I appear corrupted, child?" Nia speaks up next. "I don't sense anything wrong with him. To be honest, I haven't sensed any Shadow corruption since we got here." Tyril gestures angrily. "There are ways to hide it. We saw that much with Aerin." Aerin stands his ground, clearly suppressing frustration. "Have you considered that they may not be corrupted? That there is some possibility things are a bit more nuanced than you were taught?" Aerin's got a point. "You said Shadow corruption was reversible, right?" He nods at you with certainty. "It is." Tyril turns on Aerin, rage still plain on his face. "But you can't tell us how." Aerin takes a deep breath before meeting Tyril's gaze. "Knowing what happened and being able to convey it are different." Tyril snarls. "How convenient." Aerin looks away at that, something brittle in his gaze as he seems to struggle with himself. When he doesn’t respond, you jump in instead. "If Aerin’s not ready to talk about it, we have to respect that.” Tyril looks at you for a moment before turning back on the dwarven elder. "And what about siphoning the Light from the prisoners to power your city's torches? How can you defend that?"

Chapter 12

Shadow Realm

Now that Valax is restrained, your party turns its attention to Nia's Shadow form. Mal looks at her in shock. "What the hells happened to Nia?" Before you can speak, Tyril takes an angry step forward, his sword still drawn. "It seems the Dreadlord has possessed her again." Aerin stares at Nia in horror, his face pale. "No. No, the Dreadlord is dead. But she is-" Nia interrupts him. "At least one of you can think straight." Imtura raises her axes. "You won't take her from us. Not again!" Then she charges! You and Aerin both throw yourselves in front of Nia. "Wait, wait!" "Stop!" Tyril doesn't relent, his tone commanding. "Both of you, get out of the way. We must deal with this!" Aerin turns to him, hands still raised. "Tyril, I can't imagine my word means much to you, but I understand corruption and the Dreadlord's influence very well. Nia is corrupted but she is still on your side." You immediately back him up. "It's just some lingering magic left over from the Dreadlord. Being in the Shadow Realm triggers it. It's still her, I promise."

Ironbreach

As you look up from your task to see how everyone else is doing fixing up Ironbreach, you spot Aerin staring at Nia as she stands off to the side, arms crossed petulantly. After a long pause, Aerin strides over to get her attention. “Nia?” She turns sharply to look at him, like he interrupted her doing something terribly important. “What?” “I wish to speak with you. About your corruption.” Nia practically growls at him in response. “Are you finally going to admit it's your fault? That all of this is your fault? That you dragged me crying and begging to the damn Dreadlord until Raine had to kill me?!" Despite the fury and Shadow radiating off of Nia, Aerin doesn't look scared of her. Just... sad. "I'm sorry, Nia. For everything I did. You're right. All of this started with me. And I am doing everything in my power to fix it, but... I know it may never be enough." The Nia you know would reassure him. Genuinely comfort Aerin that the trying is what matters and he can choose to be different. But this... is not that Nia. She leans in, snarling up at him. "Do you know what it's like to die, Aerin?" He flinches at that, but she keeps going. "I couldn't stop you then. But because of what you did to me, I'm not vulnerable anymore. I am not the weak one. So if you try to hurt me or anyone else, ever again, I will end you." The Shadow around Nia twists and flares as she speaks, reaching menacingly toward Aerin. His eyes flash with fear for a moment, but he doesn't move away. "I understand. But you should know that when I say you have always been strong, I am not speaking metaphorically. Of your character or your heart. The Dreadlord did not want me to take you because you were kind or trusting or vulnerable. It was because you were one of the most powerful magic users he'd ever seen." Nia looks surprised by that, the Shadow retreating slightly as she tries to judge if Aerin is telling the truth. "...Really?" He looks back at her intensely. "Yes. He was frightened of what you'd be if he couldn't control you. Of what you could do with Shadow if you chose. Just..." Aerin's face falls, his posture resigned and vulnerable, like there's an invisible weight on him that he can never put down. "I know this is impossible to ask. But try not to lose control of yourself. Hold tightly to what it is you truly care about, because if you don't... Well, I would hate to see you in my position. You don't deserve that." Nia looks at him for a long moment. "I am not some selfish idiot who thinks he knows better than everyone else. I've trained to use magic my whole life. So stay out of my way." Then she walks off. Aerin sighs, running a hand through his hair. He looks after her with concern for a moment before walking back toward Ironbreach's small garden.

Chapter 15

At Sea

Aerin is standing awkwardly near the back of the ship, like he can't shake the feeling he's in someone's way, when Nia approaches him pensively. “I want to apologize for what happened in the Shadow-” Aerin puts a hand up. “Nia, you really don’t have to. Certainly not to me.” She shakes her head. “I was cruel to you and you don't deserve that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean those things." Aerin gives her a searching look. "Really? You haven't been waiting over a year to say all that?" "I... No, I don't feel that way." Nia looks down. "Because nothing you said was wrong. I played a significant part in starting all of this. And you have suffered from my selfish mistake more than anyone else. You have every right to be angry with me." Nia's voice is small when she responds. "I hate how good it felt to be angry.” Aerin nods sympathetically. “I know.” “I’m sorry, Aerin. You tried to warn me but I lost control and people got hurt, just like you said." Aerin pauses to think for a moment. "You also bound Valax to Raine. If you hadn't..." A haunted look flashes across Aerin's face before he can return to his usual wry mask. "Well, I am certainly not a strong enough swimmer to think I could have done any good diving in after Raine during that storm." Nia nods slowly, conflict still clear on her face. Neither moves to speak again, the moment fading into almost comfortable silence. Then Nia brings her hand up toward a gash on Aerin's arm. "You don't have to-" She smiles slightly, Light glowing brilliantly at her fingertips. "I want to." "…Thank you." "You're welcome."

Chapter 17

Whitetower Palace

Allies recruited, you find yourself back in the palace with the rest of your party, meeting with King Arlan. After confirming that you will have the support of Whitetower's armies, he looks Aerin over coldly. "When you asked that I release the prisoner, I did not anticipate you would bring him back." He has a faint look of disgust. You look at the king in confusion. "Why wouldn't we bring him back?" The king's response is matter of fact. "Surely you've realized the reality of the situation by now. The boy is quite useless without his brother. I assumed he would be eaten by some wild creature within a day or two." The king sounds almost... disappointed that Aerin is still here. Mal snarls under his breath. "So much for the 'Gentle King.'" Annoyance or concern flickers across your friend’s faces. Except Aerin. He just looks directly at his father, a perfectly neutral expression on his face. When he speaks, his tone is unquestionably polite, but you can hear the sarcastic bite under the surface. "Indeed, however would I have survived this long without the support of my generous and loving family?" The king turns on Aerin with a slight grimace, but Nia jumps in smoothly with a distraction. "Your Majesty, you must warn your forces that the enemy will be using a lot of Shadow Magic. The Temple will heal all we can, but..."

Whitetower Encampment

A small campfire flickers just beyond the treeline, and you're shocked to find Aerin and Willow with only a few other goblins. "Willow, where is everyone else? Did something happen?" They look at you sadly. "A toxin poisons our roots. Sourceless. Unknown. Many wither, too weak for a journey." Aerin looks at you, somewhat exasperated, like he's been trying to solve a puzzle with a missing piece for days. "It doesn't make any sense. The Deadwood is far less habitable than the Whimsywood in general, but nothing else is affected. Their trees are fine, as are the remaining flora. The goblins are so heavily tied into their environment, I don't understand why they would be singled out." Willow looks at Aerin with a sad small smile before turning back to you. "It seeps deeper each day, even in those who have come. But you are friends of the forest. We shall stand beside you." You give the goblins what help you can before continuing. "Just try not to overexert yourselves. Once the battle is over, we can look into what's making you all sick. I'm sure Aerin can help." Willow smiles brightly at you. "The spring of your kindness still flows strong as a river, Raine. And yours, Aerin." But Aerin looks sad. "Of course, I would love to help. But... I do have something of a prior obligation." Right, he's technically your prisoner. But... "You know, I imagine the battle will be pretty chaotic. Maybe we'll just... lose track of you." Aerin looks at you in shock, like he's sure he misheard you. "What?" You look at him seriously. "Aerin. No one benefits from you being locked away. You can do a lot of good in the world. You just need a chance to do it." He scans your face intensely before a smile grows on his face. "I certainly hope so."

(Romance Route) As you walk back toward the tents, Aerin calls out to stop you. "Raine, wait a moment." He quickly catches up, before turning his serious gaze on you. "I want to thank you." You smile at him. "Aerin, not sending you back to a cell is really not that big of an ask. Especially considering that it might be the end of the world." He smiles back fondly. "I am grateful for that, but I meant something else. You changed me, Raine. You and your friends." His cheeks flush suddenly, and he looks at the ground. "I spent so much of my life chasing power, and all it ever brought me was pain and bitterness. I know I still have a lot of work to do to even try to make up for the wrong of my past, but... I have been thinking a great deal about... us." The way he says the word fills your chest with warmth. "Us?" Aerin finally meets your eyes again. "Yes. I know there are a thousand things that require your attention and it's selfish of me to ask for more of your time. But if you would like, when the camp is quiet... Come see me. Please." He looks at you with intense longing. Like part of him is certain you'll say no, but he desperately hopes you won't. You reach out, taking Aerin's hand with a smile. "For you... I'll make time."

#If anyone does other versions of these scenes or scenes they think I missed I would LOOOOOVE to see it! #I tried to worm it into canon as well as I could- including keeping a lot of existing writing in place #Some remixing of dialogue other places in the story and some of my own #Really hoping the way I've incorporated the facial expressions you'd get visually in game isn't too awkward #I was stuck on the Nia/Aerin confrontation until I remember Katara's 'You screw up one more time and you're dead' moment with Zuko in ATLA #Then it got much easier! #This'll go on AO3 eventually #fanfic #choices bolas 2 #choices bolas #blades of light and shadow book 2 #blades of light and shadow #aerin valleros #aerin valleros x mc #aerin x mc #nia ellarious #tyril starfury #imtura tal kaelen #mal volari #bolas mc

[caius-knight-hufflepuff]

Introducing My Hogwarts Legacy OC:

Caius Fawley Knight

House: 🦡~Hufflepuff~🦡

Age: 15

Height: 5'10

Status: Half-Blood

Zodiac Sign: ♏︎ Scorpio ♏︎

Lineage: British

Features: dark blonde hair, yellow eyes from his lycan physical trait (yes he does crave the rare meats!), sharp bone structure, light skin tone with a cute little birthmark next to his left eye (same as me!)

Background:

*WARNING*: This story is how I see my character within this world, so some facts are obviously going to be made up, but this is my fantasy and I shall write it as such! Thank you!

Caius's mother was a pure-blood from the House of Fawley. Unable to agree to be in a forced arranged marriage in order to maintain "pure of blood", she decided to elope with her secret Hogwarts school sweetheart and live a humble, yet comfortable life within the forests of England, changing her last name to that of her husband's in order to keep hidden. Not long after, Caius Knight was born. The Knight's valued family above wealth, and though they were of poor status, they were still happy. These were the memories that Caius loved the most, however, happiness could not last forever.

On a cold November's eve, when Caius had just turned eight-years-old, his family was attacked by a werewolf that later he would find had been sent by the Fawley family. Neither of his parents had survived the attack, and if it wasn't for his mother fighting back against the dreaded beast, Caius wouldn't have survived either. The sight of his parent's dead bodies had momentarily distracted him enough to where he did not see the creature swipe at him in time, and left an unforgiving scar across his forehead which he hides behind his hair till this day. Crying within his pain, Caius thought that his life would end here and now, until he saw a FLASH of green light, and the werewolf dropped dead on the floor. Caius had been rescued by none other than Miriam Fig, a long friend of his mother's.

The state of Caius, at first glance, could have had anyone thinking that he had been bitten by the werewolf with all of the blood everywhere, but after she examined the boy, she found he was only mildly injured, no bites at all. Knowing the truth of Caius's destiny, and how he will struggle should anyone find out, would have destroyed his life at such a young age. No, we can't have any of that. Without a second thought, she grabbed Caius, casted Incendio upon the house to rid of the evidence, and took him with her to her home in order to keep him safe. You could say that Caius gets his kind disposition from the Fig family, with their caring and inquisitive nature.

To both Miriam and her husband Eleazar Fig's surprise, Caius had shown that he could see ancient magic from that moment onward, after observing ancient artifacts that Miriam had found on her journeys, which only fueled her drive to discover more. As he got older, it was soon evident that his ability was the only kind of magic that he was able to do. However, this did not stop Professor Fig in teaching him the ways of magic, and once he turned eleven twelve, given a year to see if he really didn't have other sources of magic, Caius was able to join Miriam in her search for discoveries on the ancient subject, to her delight.

The day Caius and Eleazar had discovered that Miriam had died was truly a sad day within the Fig household. Luckily the two still had each other to get through such a difficult time. It wasn't long after this that Caius's magic abilities finally started to manifest, and he had received a letter from Hogwarts. It was at this time that Eleazar began to prep Caius in order to keep up with his spellwork before the new school year started, entering as a fifth year. From this moment on, Caius's Hogwarts Legacy was about to begin.

hellu! Please tell me what you guys think! This is my first ever character intro so I hope it wasn't too much!! Enjoy!

#hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy mc #half blood

[riddlexmattheo]

Imagine when you get kidnapped and Voldemort tells them this is their reactions

Pansy: hey Mattheo and Draco have you seen Y/N at all today the last time I saw her she was heading to town to get some new books to read at the library early this morning before either of you were up

Mattheo: did she come home?? did either of you see her at all today??

Draco: nope sorry man

Pansy: let me go check the backyard by the big tree she tends to read there a lot

Voldemort: it's no use I just got a call Fenrir just saw her get kidnapped

Draco: why would anyone kidnap her she is never in any of the meetings anyways she doesn't know anything

Mattheo: Dad??

Pansy: she is weak they can't get anything useful out of her except killing her

*Narcissa walks in*

Narcissa: she is far from weak

Voldemort: she is stronger than I am

Draco: how is that possible

Narcissa: she is the daughter of Dahlia Mikelson and Zeref Dragneel

Pansy aren't we all servers of Lord Zeref??

Voldemort: yes

Mattheo: why did she never tell us

Voldemort: the more people that know the more danger she is in

Narcissa: we have to find her if her parents find out she has been taken we are all dead and so is she if Dumbledore gets his hands on her

Draco: what could the old hag want with her?

Voldemort: he could use against the ministry since she has dark magic in her blood which means all the artifacts at the ministry she can unseal with her blood since she is Zeref's daughter and only his blood can unseal them

Pansy: we need to find her fast

Mattheo: Draco, Pansy, and I will gather the rest of our friends to find her dad I'm not coming back until my girl is in my hands

Draco and Pansy: same!!

THE NEXT DAY~

Theo: hey guys what's up

Blaize: agreed, you said we couldn’t talk over the phone it had to be in person

Theo: what is so important that we couldn't just say it over the phone

Blaize: hey where is Y/N

Draco: sooo who wants to tell them

Mattheo: I guess I will

Blaize: you didn't answer me where is my best friend

Pansy: first off she is my best friend second that is why we are here '

Mattheo: she has been kidnapped

Blaize: WHAT

Theo: WHAT

Mattheo: *explains everything*

#harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter reactions #harry potter scenarios #hogwarts #hogwarts imagines #hogwarts reactions #hogwarts scenarios #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle imagines #mattheo riddle reactions #mattheo riddle scenarios #slytherin #slytherin imagines #slytherin reactions #slytherin scenarios #death eaters #death eaters imagines #death eaters reactions #death eaters scenarios

[petalpierrot]

Some highlights from the last session

Strahd makes uneducated statements about the gods, ruffling the cleric's feathers in the process. If the party didn't think he was delusional before, they do so now.

Just some snippets:

Very funny to me that my 6'1 Shadar-kai is "little"

Veshen is in a unique position because he is actually a courtier, so he directly deals with his goddess, and Strahd can't really change that fact so he tries to poke and prod for a weak spot, but he hasn't found one yet.

Strahd asks Eidys to talk about Evermeet, her home, so she just lore dumps for about five minutes.

If you get this elf lady talking she is just a chatterbox.

I'm 100% sure Strahd didn't give a shit, but I am sure someone found the loredump entertaining.

Strahd orders Rahadin to join the table as well, probably to provoke him or find out his true feelings about Eidys.

we rolled to see if Strahd knew what the ocean was, and he surprisingly did. (at least according to 5e - iirc older editions everyone was pretty aware of other domains of dread.)

Strahd becomes very interested in the drow ranger, mostly because of their propensity for violence and other nefarious deeds. Though Dris makes it clear he is from a merchant house, Strahd starts to prompt him, asking if he would betray the party if things went to shit. Dris says if there are no other options, probably, though he makes it clear it isn't how he prefers to do things. (The answer is clearly a "no" but Dris lets Strahd believe the worst of him, though Strahd catches onto that - to be clear Dris is CN and is not likely to betray the party, even if he would like to go back home.)

Strahd warns him not to lie to him, which, Dris clearly did, funny because he didn't catch that Eidys was NOT, in fact, warming up to him, but I guess this is easier to tell for him than gauging how someone else feels towards him + delulu

Strahd casually drops the "Rahadin used to hunt his own people" tidbit and it's just IC is taken very out of context. Strahd making sure to keep the NPCs and PCs divided.

Eidys tries to vouche for the ranger, saying that betraying the party was not optimal for him and he would be outnumbered.

Dris confirms her suspicions, that, no, it would be rather stupid to betray his companions.

Once things start becoming heated Rahadin deescalates the situation by telling Strahd to let the party eat and let their mood improve. (I don't know what we would have done without Rahadin there, keeping Strahd in check, as best he could)

Ireena keeps lowkey glaring at Strahd for being rude to her companions.

Veshen asks Dris what city in the Underdark he's from, and then Dris lore dumps about his home (he is from a homebrew city, basically I just didn't want him to be from Menzo and the lore feels old/outdated so I just homebrewed.)

Dris also lore dumps about the Silence of Lolth which he recalls living through as a boy.

I never really thought of it, but Strahd really hates religion/clerics. I definitely think a lot of it comes from his love/hate relationship with Sergei. But now that he is a vampire it's even more apparent.

Rahadin realizes that he and Dris have similar skills so he becomes a bit suspicious, side-eyeing Strahd.

Ludmilla grows curious and asks about what Eidys does since she mentioned artifacts and history as her interests.

Eidys talks about her work, recovering and studying artifacts, and her deep love for Moonblades which she ends up talking about quite a bit.

Strahd offers Eidys a magical blade (not sure if it's a Mooblade, probably not) for his (emo)diary, sword, and Symbol of Ravenkind

Eidys of course declines his offer, she doesn't think herself worthy of a moonblade, quite yet, nor does she intend to hand over their advantages to Strahd.

Strahd tries to appeal to her sense and work ethic by telling her that the sword is his brother's and thus belongs to his family. (She recovers ancestral swords and returns them to their rightful families)

Eidys drops the ball by telling Strahd she is reading his diary, her interest in it is scholarly, for the most part, but she does understand its value.

Strahd of course is not very happy with this predicament, he asks her what she finds so fascinating.

Eidys extends an olive branch and tells him that she will not divulge anything sensitive or upsetting, she is simply interested in the land and history.

Strahd offers to tell her what she'd like to know.

Eidys asks him about the architect of the castle and when it was built. which he tells her about. She has not heard of the man but she is now curious.

The insult to Eidys sets Ireena off, and she berates Strahd for his rude behavior.

Rahadin has to step up to de-escalate once more, offering tea and desserts.

Please send thoughts and prayers to our Rahadin, he needs them, especially this session.

Rahadin is back with tea and his lavender and blueberry pie, which everyone enjoys.

After dessert, Strahd leads them to one of the rooms so they can partake in some dancing as well.

Strahd is cross with Rahadin because Rahadin didn't acquire a new bard and Rahadin suggested they free Escher.

Rahadin was too busy with food preparation and other duties so he didn't get that done in time.

Dris vouches for Rahadin because Rahadin is exhausted enough as it is.

Eidys is reunited with Escher, she is glad to see him despite him looking ragged

He is overjoyed to see her as well.

His interest is piqued when spotting Dris and Veshen, whom Eidys introduces to him.

He is hoping to catch up later, but the prospect of that doesn't seem likely.

That's where we ended, but oops this is a long post.

#alek rambles

[loosesodamarble]

Hello my dear Loo

I would ask for Johan and Sterling it’s platonic of curse (the. Are siblings in my eyes)

💝 ❤️ 💖

Have a good day I hope you do fine my dear Loo 🤭

Hiya there, Marune~! Lovely to see you in my inbox again! Thanks for the support!

Kyaaa~! Sterling and Johan. They're such a cute pair of cousins so of course you can ask about them!

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💝 - Future

In the future, Johan of course joins the Black Bulls. He's a little disappointed to know that Sterling isn't in the squad with him, or in the Magic Knights at all. But he knows where to find her for when he needs help researching for a mission. It doesn't just involve Sterling using her Divination Magic to predict the best course of action.

Sterling is great at searching directories and skimming books for information that's needed. If Johan's mission is to investigate a re-opened dungeon, Sterling can help him scour for the old reports on the dungeon. If Johan is chasing an escaped convict, Sterling will find the towns or cities that they might return to and the details regarding their skill set so Johan can fight more safely.

Johan also helps Sterling with her job. She's always cleaning and reorganizing her work space. And she works with a lot of heavy objects. As strong as Sterling is though, Johan's physical abilities as a devil far surpass hers so she'll stack boxes into his arms and then direct him where to take everything.

❤️ - Secrets

Sterling killed to save Johan from some scummy Magic Knights who didn't trust Johan and trapped him, planning to off him. Using her Divination Magic, Sterling discovered that Johan was in danger and went to his rescue. She killed one of the Knights that had trapped Johan. The others got arrested when the rest of the Black Bulls came to the rescue as well. Sterling did serve time (Damnatio was sympathetic but wasn't going to let Sterling off entirely) but the trial was very private with only Nacht, Josele, and the captains and vice captains of the squads present. The records of the trial aren't even kept public. They're privately held at House Kira, with Damnatio's daughter and wife being the only ones with keys to the cabinet holding the information.

It's a dark secret that really bonds Johan and Sterling. Johan is Sterling's cousin and first friend after all, so threatening him is a big mistake.

💖 - Alternate Universe (AU)

Modern AU where Sterling is historian researching relics and artifacts from some old German nobility. Her most recent research subject is a jewelry box. As she's examining the craftsmanship and material and all those other details, she uncovers that the box is haunted by the ghost of Johan Faust.

Sterling at first shuts the lid of the jewelry box, which keeps Johan's spirit from drifting out and about because "nuh uh, now way! Ghosts don't exist! I'm just hallucinating!" Sterling eventually needs to resume her research and goes back to the box and Johan.

Sterling and Johan get to talking. Johan talks about his family, in particular his father Heinrich who studied demonology. His accounts are great for Sterling's research though she'd still need modern sources to corroborate Johan's telling of things, because she can't just say "oh yeah, a ghost told me" without sounding crazy. And yes, Sterling did test if anyone else could interact with Johan with the results being that only she can sense Johan's presence. Anyways, Johan's stories and accounts would also lead to Sterling realizing that Johan is actually her adopted father's ancestor, making her even more invested in researching the ancient Faustus nobles and how their position was lost.

As for why Sterling can communicate with Johan, she might've been into tarot and other mysticism as a teen and she unknowingly unlocked abilities to interact with the supernatural.

#questions from the ask box #black clover #black clover oc #sterling faust #johan faust #next gen ocs #soda's ocs #marune's oc #ask game #marune the devil delight #waaahh they're so cute! #would johan kill to protect sterling? #i almost included that but i didn't want to assume something of your oc marune

[berlysch]

Demons in the Cape

I was perusing the local vintage shop looking for inspiration when I found this cape. It was a well-worn black velvet with red satin lining. Bin a fan of the tactility of velvet, I was instantly drawn towards it. I pulled it off the rack and tossed it over my shoulders, the very picture of drama. It felt lush and warm and gave me Victorian-gothic-vampire-magical-mystical being type vibes. I checked it over for burn marks, popped seams, moth presence, or other unsavoury evidence of a piece in poor condition. Fortunately, there seemed to be no such damage, and the price seemed reasonable. I flitted about the store to make sure there wasn't anything else as exciting to see, then paid and made my way home.

Once home I draped the vape over my dress form and stood back to admire it. A gentle breeze came in through the window and rustled the folds. The folds settled and fluttered, though this time I felt no draft. There was a quiet noise in the room then, a sort of "ahem hem," that came and went so quickly that I thought I made it up. Next, it was a sound like someone clearing their throat, but again dampened, as if from behind a theatre curtain.

"Excuse me."

I heard it this time, without a single doubt in my mind. There was someone in the room with me. I stood up, on high alert.

"The fu-?"

I spun around, searching the room for where the voice came from. I looked everywhere, behind curtains, out the window, in the closet, but there was nothing.

"Madam. Pardon me."

I kept looking and with no where else for someone to hide I gave up and dropped down into my chair.

"Pardon yourself," I muttered, frustrated, but questioning my sanity.

"Madam, you will find that the only pardoning I need is to be pardoned from this place which I have found myself."

I happened to be staring at the cape when, I kid you not, the velvet folds fluttered and the words came forth from the fabric. I stared, and I stared, and I stared some more, and when I felt like I'd been staring at this cape for an eternity I shook my head and uttered, as bewildered as possible, "What?"

"Now that I have your attention," the cape began, "you should know that I don't belong to you, nor should I be here with you. I belong on the back of a very powerful Enchantress. If not there, then I should be locked up, away from the grubby hands of some human who doesn't know what they're dealing with."

If I was shocked before, now I was utterly stunned beyond belief. I couldn't form the words to express the random jumble of disorganized thoughts running through my head.

"I...," I started. "What...," I tried again. "Who...," I tried again. Thankfully, the cape took pity on me.

"Do not worry, this is the a normal reaction from such an insipid being. You will come to understand, but I hope to be long gone by then."

I took a deep breath and mumbled the only thing that came to mind.

"Well that was a waste of money."

"Madam," it started in on me again, "I am worth a million of your people. You cannot quantify my significance in my world, and most certainly not in yours."

"Well," I said, "If you're going to get up on your high horse, you might as well tell me what to do with you. I'm sure you're not ready to be part of a peasant's wardrobe.

The fabric rippled in a huff.

"No, certainly not. You must return me to my Enchantress at once, otherwise the Artifacts Investigation Unit will come sniffing around your door once they realize I've been placed in human hands."

I shook my head and played along so that I didn't appear as ignorant as I felt.

"No, we definitely can't have that. We definitely wouldn't them catching up with you and locking you away."

There was a very deep pause in which the velvet seemed to vibrate, and then finally said,

"No, certainly not."

#creative writing #my writing #writeblr #writing #writingprompt #artifactsintelligenceunit

[mechazushi]

Story Idea #4 (story mechanic edition)

So this isn't really a full story per say, so much as a magic mechanical system to play around with and I had an idea for a personality type for the protagonist that could be found in this story. Just so we're all on the same page, I picture this setup taking place in a world that's like 'Promised Neverland', but depressing and traumatic in a different direction.

The system goes like this. An Elder society goes out into the world and collects children. Some towns/countries might voluntarily collect the kids for them, with some prominent families offering up their kids and tells them that its a great honor. Some places might let them only get away with orphans or pick them up from destitute parents. the point is LOTS of kids, mostly around 5 or 6, get taken away because they have some sort of magical attribute. All of them get placed into a massive room filled with toys and select other things. Mainly simple ones like handmade looking plushies, wooden puzzle boxes, tops, wooden carts, figurines, and just a menagerie of things. I also think some books would also be in here, but that's just me. Point is that its all simple stuff, none of its modern cuz' its fantasy. (No Transformer action figures or stuff like that. Think sh*t you would find at the Air temple during the avatar selection test) The kids get to pick three, no more; no less, and play with them for a few years. They are told they have to keep the ones they pick up for a week and after that then they can trade between themselves for the rest of the years they have left.

When they turn 10 or so, they are stuck with their choices, because now is where the fun begins. Turns out all of the toys were actually magical artifacts that can turn into useful items and weapons. The time period between 5 and 10 was to let the kids make REALLY sure that these were the ones they wanted to get stuck with and more or less form a permanent bond with the tools. Maybe there's a whole thing about the longer you bond, the stronger the weapon is or there is disastrous consequences for trying to attach yourself to a different toy later in life. After this is essentially Jedi youngling training till about 15/16, but child solder flavored and they all have unhealthy coping mechanisms thanks to a literal life or death dependency on three toys that they chose when they were 6. See what I mean when I said this could be 'The Promised Neverland' but depressing in a different direction. The kids live to see their teenager years, but the road to get there was.... interesting

I don't really know what these kids would be fighting or why a magical society would think this would be a good plan to counteract whatever the hell it is everyone is fighting. That is, short of writing it into the lore of the world and going "Because I said so". I may be psychotic on occasion, but I don't think I could ever be psychotically depressed enough to give this concept the proper seasoning and shock factor flair that I know this could generate.

As for the Protagonist; this is just me, but I kinda picture it as a he/him that acts like an a**hole. But he's a justified a**hole. Orphan, loner, emo type. Picked his three and didn't share at any point because the rest of the kids were jacka**ess and tormented him. To the point were it was an on site situation where the protag (almost) never started fights, but sure as hell finished them. I kinda see the story pick up, after three episodes of training montages and exposition flashbacks, we see the main guy has decided to take his selection and just lives in the woods in the back of the facility. The place has dorms, he just can't stand being there 24/7. If he stays longer than what it takes to grab a lunch bag, get to class, or get mission info then somebody starts asking to get put in a body bag. He's of course got one friend that's the comedic relief, but might actually have the sadder backstory out of the two and just never says it because its that far repressed. Protag treats his only friend and maybe, like, one or two other people like shit because he's never known what its like having friends that's never back-stabbed him or openly tried to fight him for no reason. Eventually learns how to apologize (Of course someone has to get sacrificed/almost sacrificed first) and maybe they help achieve peace throughout the land, or some equivalent thereof.

#story idea #toys #magic system #protag is an a**hole #power of friendship (and trauma) #take it or leave it

[mistwraiths]

3 stars

I really thought I'd love this more than I did and that makes me far more disappointed.

I'm fully under the belief that using the comparison of The Mummy movie and Rick/Evelyn type romance is misleading. Rick and Evelyn are a top-fucking-tier level couple and Inez and Whit are so nowhere near them that it makes this book look and feel poorer for the comparison.

I didn't enjoy the small split POVs that were Whit's sections that lasted anywhere from a sentence to a few pages. They didn't do anything to give me a deeper connection or feeling to Whit and felt unnecessary.

The writing was good, it was fine, and reading this book mostly didn't feel like a chore until about 340ish pages when the novel felt like it should have ended. The pacing, however, dragged so much to the point that I didn't care about anything anymore. It took almost, if not more I can't be certain, a 100 pages to get our character to Cairo. And then another chunk to get elsewhere. Things felt slightly better once at the excavation site but then when the book should have ended, everything dragged on and on to I guess get some cutesy moments between characters who don't have an ounce of chemistry and some danger moments.

The repetition really was one of this book's worst offenders. Over half this book it's just Inez demanding to know what happened (to be fair she totally deserves to know) and everyone telling her to go home. It happens again because Inez doesn't use her brain once and makes a situation worse. There's other repetition in this book and a lot of telling but not showing.

Despite the fact that Inez is supposed to be investigating her parents' death, there's incredibly little investigating going on? It's mainly her demanding and someone eventually telling her something. When Inez literally finds out her mother is literally alive, I was just like oh okay.

Inez falls very quickly for Whit despite the fact that he literally doesn't tell her hardly anything about himself. She finds out he's engaged and she's mad at him for not feeling the same way at times? I didn't particularly like them together and honestly it could be because the story and characters are boring and some things just doesn't make sense.

Inez is nineteen, telling her the truth about literally ANYTHING would have drastically changed this book. I don't quite understand why they kept her from Egypt her whole life? Like everyone was like it's so nice and safe here. We're told her mother would help out around the campsite/boat and prank people but we're then told she hardly left Cairo so which is it?? Why is Inez so surprised her parents aren't who she thought they were if she doesn't see them for 6 months of the year?

Also, the magic in this book is confusing. Magic used to be a thing but now it isn't, but there's artifacts of magic but also sometimes the magic can latch on to you maybe??

Anyways, that ending is definitely a hook to get someone to read the sequel. But I'm not interested.

This wasn't a bad book and I can see why people would enjoy it. I think I hoped too much for murder mystery, Evie/Rick, and lots of Egyptian things and honestly nothing really delivered.

#what the river knows #steph reads #2024 reads #steph's book review #book review

[persephoneggsy]

Marian: Isabela 3, Merrill 2, Carver 5 (wow look at me showing restraint not asking a Sebastian question :p )

(That's because you already know all the answers LOL)

Isabela 3: How did your Hawke feel about Isabela’s indifference to the mage-templar war? Were they offended? Or indifferent themselves?

Marian was equally apathetic about the conflict... Though perhaps more aggressively than Isabela. Whereas Isabela just doesn't seem to have a dog in the fight (though it seems she's more in favor of the mages having freedom), Marian does, and she chooses to not think about it because it's not directly affecting her (at least, not yet).

Which I think lends itself well to a parallel between her and Isabela re: sticking to their comfort zones instead of trying to be better people. The difference is once Marian gets better influences in her life (Sebastian, mainly, but her friendship with Fenris also slowly enables her to be better) she's actively making those choices to start caring.

Unfortunately, she wasn't close enough to Isabela to be that influence for her, so she just disappeared after the Arishok fight. And part of her will always wonder if she could've brought out a side of Isabela that cared.

Merrill 2: Was your Hawke intrigued by Merrill’s Eluvian? Were they concerned?

Honestly, she thought that thing looked super suspicious. For all that she was raised an apostate, without the chantry's rhetoric regarding magic in her head, she was still extremely wary of this new, mysterious, and almost definitely cursed magical artifact.

Mostly she was frustrated - Merrill is obviously smart, she knows to take precautions... but she cares so much about restoring elvhen history that she's willing to throw away her relationships with actual elves in order to do it.

And Marian, who has lost family not through choice but circumstance, wants to scream at Merrill that she's throwing away everything for a dumb mirror.

(Full disclosure: I get Merrill's reasoning. I know why it's important to her, and honestly I think her clan is a bunch of assholes. But Marian just sees a blood mage who thinks she knows better than everyone else she grew up with and it leaves a bad taste in her mouth.)

Carver 5: How did Leandra and/or Bethany’s death affect your Hawke’s relationship with Carver?

After Bethany died, they both closed off. Neither of them are good at emotions, so they either just didn't talk about it or did and screamed at each other, hurling blame like daggers before storming off in opposite directions.

After that first year in Kirkwall, they've both had time to grieve, but they've never really talked about it. Their grief at losing Bethany, whom they both privately agree was the best of them, having their mother constantly remind them of her death and making them feel guilty about it, plus all the other struggles they've faced since arriving in this shit city... it's all simmering there, under the surface, until the Deep Roads.

Then Marian is faced with the prospect of losing Carver, too. And she can't do that, she can't lose her baby brother. As they try to find the Wardens to cure him, she finally lets the dam break and tells him she's sorry for everything, Bethany was her fault. I think this is enough to encourage Carver to apologize too, and tell her that it isn't anyone fault what happened to Bethany. By the time they finally find the Wardens, both Hawkes have cried more in hours than they have in years, and Carver's future in uncertain, but at least they had some closure.

When Leandra dies, both have matured a lot more. Carver's come into his own as a Warden, Marian's allowed herself to be vulnerable. Carver never, ever blames Marian for what happened. If anything, he's pissed at everyone else - the city guard, fucking Aveline, blood mages, whatever - but never Marian. He tries to reach out to her more after Leandra's death, and she clings to that; after all, they're basically the only family they have left.

(Carver insists Gamlen doesn't count. Marian says fuck you he absolutely does. Gamlen is stuck between two children who are just as prickly as he is.)

#ask #breadedsinner #oc ask meme #marian hawke #marian and merrill don't truly become 'friends' until merrill gives up on the eluvian #idk i just prefer the ending where merrill opts to help the alienage elves more than anything #very funny to imagine carver trying to be present in marian's life and she hits him with 'oh btw i'm engaged to a prince' #carver: u wot #also gamlen is an honorary hawke i will not take criticism on this

[enigmatist17]

Pen to Paper (Uncharted)

I need to stress how much a good big brother Sam is.

Like

Pls NaughtyDog

More Sam and Nate pls

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Nathan had started drawing young. Even as a young child the art fascinated him, clumsy fingers wrapping around crayons and pencils. Various books throughout the Morgan household, as well as walls and curtains within reach. Sure, being yelled at by a father that was hardly around wasn’t fun, but Nathan just wanted to share his art with everyone. The child was beyond ecstatic when his brother came home with a notebook one day, happily handing it to Nathan.

“You practice in that, ‘kay? This way, you can keep ‘em forever.” Nathan had nodded, giving Sam a tight hug before going to cover the blank and waiting pages. The notebook had been the first of a small set before their world came crashing to a halt. The loss of Cassandra had been hard on the household, a stoic father ordering the boys to prepare to be taken to an orphanage. Nathan had protested, Sam quietly gathering up keepsakes as child yelled at father. Sam wasn’t sure where the idea came from, but after locking up their keepsakes in a forgotten chest, he spent the better part of an hour burying them in a deep section of the garden. It was a sturdy chest, remaining hidden for dozens of years in its hiding spot. Family after family moved in and out of the house the Drake brothers had called home over the years, and still the chest remained.

The current family received a visit one day, a man answering the door with twin girls peeking from behind his legs. A man was standing on the porch, in his late-forties and quickly stubbing out a cigarette with an apologetic smile. He introduced himself as the brother to Nathan Drake, being invited inside after explaining it had once been his home. Sam spent the day reminiscing, the little girls warming up to him as their parents asked him curious questions. The mother and father helped Sam, later that evening after insisting he stayed for dinner, dig up the chest he sought. It had weathered in the soil, the lock falling off with a simple strike of Sam’s shovel. Doing a minimal cleaning of the outside, they helped load the chest into the back of Sam’s truck.

“Thanks for this, I’ve been meaning ta come an’ visit.” Sam glanced back at the house, a pensive look on his face.

“Well, you and your brother are always welcomed back.” The mother gave him a small hug, nearly throwing Sam off. She hugged him as Cassandra did, Sam certainly not wiping away a tear as he drove off. For a good week, the trunk sat in his car, carefully covered by a tarp as Sam kept wavering back and forth. Sometimes he would grip the handle, ready to pull it up and open, but every time something would stop him. He awoke one night, mind made up as he grabbed his phone with a slight curse. Sully to his credit didn’t ask much, just cursing the dirt that stained his newest shirt, Sam just grinning when he offered a bill. The flight to Hawaii was surprisingly calm, the two chuckling when little Cassie saw them from the beach. The little girl jumped up and down, Elena keeping up behind her as the girl ran for Sully’s dock.

“Hey, there sweetheart!” Seeing the bright-eyed blonde always lifted his and Sully’s mood, the pilot scooping her up as Sam watched from afar.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” Cassie gave them a bright smile, hugging onto Sully tight.

“Yep, this is a surprise visit.” Sam grinned, finally walking over and ruffling her hair. The girl laughed, swatting away his hand as Elena finally joined them. “Hey Elena, how’ve ya been?”

“Pretty good, all things considering. I thought you were taking it easy for a while?” Sam shrugged, watching as Sully wandered off with his niece. 

“Hey, is Nate around?” Elena nodded, pointing towards the secondary building that doubled as her and Nathan’s office. “Warning, he’s deep in research...again.”

“Then I taught him right.” Sam chuckled, looking back at the plane. “Can I borrow ya for a second?”

“Sure.” It didn’t take much effort for the two to lift a trunk from the back of Sully’s plane, carrying it up to the office as they chatted amicably. Nathan was startled from his work when something was placed on his desk with a loud thud.

“Hey, what gives! I was...Sam?” The way Nathan would brighten at seeing his older brother never got tiring for Sam.

“That’s my name.” He laughed, leaning against the desk as Nathan moved to hug his brother. The smile vanished when he saw the object on his desk, looking at Sam with slightly wide eyes.

“Is that…?” Sam nodded, resting a hand on top. “I finally got around to getting it.” Nathan gave out a shocked laugh, circling the chest before looking up at Sam.

“I...have you opened it?” Sam shook his head, stepping back.

“Nope, all yours little brother.” Nathan stared at him, the two sharing a conversation in a glance before looking at the chest. Placing both hands on the lid, the younger Drake pulled the lid up with surprising ease. A trash bag was the first thing he saw, covered in dirt and some leftover moisture. It all but fell apart with a simple tug, the bits of weathered plastic gathering on the ground around the desk.

The top of a white box met his eyes, the lid carefully removed to reveal its contents. The first thing he saw was a small wooden carving, a figure from one of their mothers’ past digs. Slightly trembling hands lifted the figure, remembering how Cassandra had treasured it and how she had taught the tale to her sons late at night. Nathan stood staring at it, Sam reaching forward to grasp the next piece he had scuttled away years ago. It was a heavy disk, inset with numerous runes of some forgotten people. Nathan had found it on the last dig their mother was able to go on, Sam smuggling it out of the sight.

“You found your first treasure Nate!” Nathan had often wondered if the small act had been the reason he sought out small and forgotten treasures over the years. Currently locked away from Cassie, many of those lay in its cabinet, awaiting the day he and Elena would explain all. The disk, made of steel, sat heavy in Sam’s hands, the elder brother smiling as he gave it a close inspection.

“I remember when you found this...man that seems like a lifetime ago.” Sam chuckled, setting it down as Nathan lay the figure beside it.

“I just remember how mom almost caught you.” Sam rolled his eyes as Nathan snickered, pulling up a small cloth bag. “Holy crap...I thought I had lost these…” 

“Go on, see if they still move.” Nathan carefully opened the bag, five small stone-like objects falling into the palm of his hand. At first, they just glittered in the sunlight from outside, making Nathan pout a little. About to set them down, Nathan grinned when the stones began to rattle, a glow emanating from the center of each one. In front of their eyes, each stone took the form of some variant of ancient dragons, their bodies rattling as they stretched and took in the room. Elena watched with wide eyes as the creatures seemed to recognize the brothers, Sam laughing as two jumped onto his outstretched hand. For a few minutes, the brothers let them do as they pleased, Sam eventually reaching into the chest again. He re-emerged with some sort of helmet, Nathan looking surprised as he reached out to touch it.

“You stole that from his collection?” Sam nodded, setting it right on Nathan’s head.

“Reminds me of that lady’s house, when you kept that samurai helmet on.” Nathan gave a shrug, reaching up to rub the side of the helmet. His mood seemed to be shifting, taking on a slightly sorrowful look as Sam dug around some more. A shawl was handled like it was made of glass, two of the little dragons nesting on top. The elder paused at the sight of neatly stacked books, the faint stench of mildew rising up when one by one they were pulled out. Some were white journals, the two silent as they were carefully stacked aside. Others were leather-bound books, sixteen-century Spanish inscribed on the sides among varying other old languages. Whatever Sam seemed to be looking for appeared to be on the very bottom, six books pulled out and sat beside the white journals.

“Oh my god...you saved them?” Nathan sounded touched, eyeing the stack as Elena slowly entered the room.

“What are they?”

“These are the sketchbooks of Nathan Drake, circa ages four to about ten.” Sam announced proudly, holding one out to his sister-in-law. Elena took it with a bit of a smile, opening it halfway through. A drawing of some sort of church met her, looking surprisingly detailed despite the smudge here and there. Notes were scrawled in the corner and ledger, something that Nathan still did to this day.

“This is amazing for someone that young.” She flashed her husband, who looked fairly uncomfortable, a smile.

“Nate’s always been good at drawin’, ever since I can remember.” Sam boasted, clearly proud of his brother. Elena chuckled as she flipped through the pages, the brothers beginning to talk about past experiences.

Elena had never pried into Nathan’s, then later Sam’s, past life. Sure, she had been skeptical of his claim as the unknown heir to Sir Francis Drake, who wouldn’t be? Whatever they did to start over had been top-notch, Elena’s contacts coming up only that they had begun their lives at the age of 13 and 18 respectively. To see Property of Nathan Morgan scrawled on the cover was fairly jarring to say the least, Elena taking a closer look.

Fisher-Drake suited her just fine if she was honest. Looking up, Elena smiled at the sight of her boys animatedly chatting about some theft, one stone dragon nestled up in Nathan’s hair while another rested upon Sam’s cigarette case. 

 Questions could come another time, for now two brothers laughed over artifacts spilled before them.

#uncharted #uncharted 4 #uncharted spoilers #spoilers #nathan drake #nate drake #sam drake #samuel drake #elena fisher #cassie drake #victor sullivan #sully #you can't not tell me they didn't find some magic artifacts #there are 500+ year old spaniard zombies #and whatever the things in shambhala were #and not have magic be canon #100% sam stole them #but #to be a good brother #pls naughty dog #i need more brother interaction

[juanarc-thethird]

“Mortal! You have freed me from my imprisonments! By the Grace of-“

Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there miss magic lady. I’ve seen enough anime to have an idea where this is going and before we start: when was the last time you’ve been outside? Just so I can get an idea on how much of a gap there is.

Or Jaune finds some mythical artifact and now has to deal with the magical shenanigans that ensue.

Team ORNJ was in the middle of a mission until they were attacked by a small group of Beowulf. It's not something they can't handle, but unfortunately Jaune was just looking at the enemy, he didn't notice the hole next to him and fell.

Jaune: Ouch!

Nora (Phone): Jaune! Are you ok?

Jaune: Yeah, I'm fine.

Nora (Phone): Thank God. Don't worry, we'll get you out of there.

Jaune looks up and can see that is was a big fall. He looks around and see the entrance of a underground cave.

Jaune: I don't think you guys can get me out of the hole, but there is a cave. Maybe I'll find a way out in there.

Nora (Phone): ...Ok, just be careful.

Jaune: Don't worry. I'll be fine.

Jaune gets up and walks towards the cave. The cave is very dark but he uses the light from his phone to see. After walking for a long time he begins to see a light.

Jaune: It must be the exit or I'm already dead.

He gets closer and closer to the light, making it very difficult to see what is on the other side. He passes the entrance where the light is coming from, his eyes adjust and he can see that he is in a lake under the ground. The lake is surrounded by different types of plants and flowers. The light comes from other larger holes that are in the "ceiling" of the cave, but are covered in branches from the outside. Looking at the lake, Jaune can see a stone path that goes directly to the center of the lake. In the center, he can see a sword embedded in a stone. It is a beautiful sword. Its blade is silver, the handle is golden, and it has rolled blue leather for a better grip.

Jaune: Wow

He picks up his phone and tries to tell his friends what he is seeing.

Jaune: Guys, there is a kind of altar or magical place, to be honest I don't know what this is, but it looks great! You have to come and see it!….. Guys?….. Guys, do you hear me?

No luck, it seems that he is alone in this.

Jaune: Whatever. I'll take some pics and then show them the photos when I see them.

I walk along the stone path and take photos along the way. Upon reaching the sword, he takes one last photo of it.

Jaune: So cool. Can it be removed from the stone?

He grabs the handle of the sword and effortlessly pulls it out.

Jaune: That was easy.

He looks at the sword for a moment.

Jaune: So this is it. Just a sword that for some reason is well cared for?

Then the sword starts to shake violently.

Jaune: What the fuck!

He drops the sword on the ground and the sword continues to vibrate. He then sees that part of the lake started to approach the sword. The water lifts the sword and begins to swirl around it. So much water has accumulated that he looks like a water thrush.

Jaune: What the hell is going on?!

Then the water begins to take the form of a very beautiful woman and the sword is found inside her. She had long blue hair, a crown made of beautifully colored coral, she wore a snow-white dress, and her skin was light pink.

Woman: Son of Man! My name is Atheni. You have freed me from my chains, and with this I am very grateful. I promise that I will reward you for this great feat

Jaune: Holy shit! Really!?

Atheni: Of course, but first I have to get my power back. You see, a long time ago an evil King started terrorizing these lands. So from the ashes of death I was born with the mission of ending that-

She sees that Jaune is on his phone and he doesn't pay attention to her.

Atheni: Are you listening to me?

Jaune: *Puts the phone down* Listen lady, this is not the first time I've seen something magical or supernatural. It is part of my daily life at this point. Also, I've seen enough anime to know where this is going. So let me first ask you a question.

Atheni: How dare you talk to me like-!

Jaune: When was the last time you were outside?

Atheni: What? Well, the last time I was outside was in the year XX34

Jaune: In the year XX34! Damn, you look so good after all this time.

Atheni: *Blushing* Thank you, no wait, what year is it?!

Jaune: 2022

Atheni: Oh no....

Jaune: Yep

Atheni: *worry* Is the Armenia village still up?

Jaune: The what?

Atheni: Who is the king now?

Jaune: Well, we don't have kings anymore. Now we have presidents.

Atheni: What's a president? Never mind. Is the Palace of Minerva still here?

Jaune: *checks his phone* It was destroy in the war of 19XX

Atheni: What about the consulate of light?

Jaune: Dismantled

Atheni: The duque of Guacotecti?!

Jaune: They killed him and his whole family. No descendants left. Yikes

Atheni: The city of gold?!

Jaune: Stolen

Atheni: THE KNIGHTS ALLIANCE?!

Jaune: They died in battle

Atheni: TURIN'S GIANT FLEET?!

Jaune: In the bottom of the ocean.

Atheni: AGH!!! Is the Victoria Castle still up?

Jaune: Let's see. Oh, it is!!

Atheni: *excited* It is?!

Jaune: Yeah, but... is a White Castle now, a restaurant. The say is the biggest one in the world. *to himself* I should go there to check it out.

Atheni: *stressed* What am I going to do?

Jaune just watches as she freaks out with her new situation. He feels bad, but what can he do? It would be better to leave her alone.

Jaune: Well, I think it's time for me to go. So excuse me.

He turns around but is trapped in a water cage.

Jaune: What are you doing?!

Atheni: *Almost crying* You got me out of that rock. So now take responsibility and help me get my powers back.

Jaune: Hey, it's not my fault you stayed on that rock for so long. Also, I can't help you. I already have things to do.

Atheni: If you don't help me, I'll put a curse on you.

Jaune: *smug* How? You don't have...

*Poof*

Jaune: *Worry* ...your powers. What did you do to me?!

Atheni: I put a curse on you. This curse will make all the women in the world see you as something disgusting. But I'll take the curse off you when I get my powers back. So will you help me?

Jaune: Are you kidding, is that your curse? I see it as a blessing! Do you know the problems the women in Atlas gave me after this haircut? Too many!! Now I can finally walk the streets without being hit on by women!

Atheni: You piece of-!

*Poof*

Jaune: What did you do to me now?!

Atheni: *Smiles* Hahaha I changed the curse on you.

Jaune: What?!

Atheni: Now all the women in the world will see you as a handsome and irresistible man.

Jaune: NOOOOOOO!!!!

Atheni: Now, will you help me get my power back?

He calms down and thinks about it

Jaune: Yeah, whatever.

Atheni: Great, our epic adventure begins!!!

Jaune: I hate my life

#jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #jaune #rwby #nora valkyrie #nora #rwby nora #rwby nora valkyrie

[justsomeectoplasm]

I've moved him away from being a sky oc because. Reasons. But he originated as a sky oc and I think he qualifies here <3 his name is Orion, he uses he/vey pronouns (vey/vem/veirs etc.) and vey're. A bit stuffy and have a Better Than You attitude towards a lot of other ppl. He doesn't rlly care to put in the effort to be nice especially if the other person approached him first,, when vey were a moth vey got hit by a krill and he lost his memories of everything that had happened to him before, including his name + friends + such,,, vey work as a historian in the vault now. He can't speak and communicates with signs and using light magic to draw pictures/simple words in the air (his gloves help channel this, above other things)

(first and last images r outfit refs, the middle is more of a colour ref that is. Unfortunately quite old,, his design here is also old but this was what he looked like before I totally redesigned him out of being a sky character avdhrbhr) (ill leave where he ends up to u because all ur realms are SO cool and I'm awful at decisions abdjfnfjnr)

Please tell me if u actually get this ask because tumblr has been in the habit of not sending them for me ahdurrjjrib (also pls tell me if there's anything I forgot to say bc I'm on mobile and if i wanna check the post while typing this I have to copy/paste all my text every time 😔)

(A/N: Op your art is AMAZING. I love orion's design.)

No kingdom was selected, so I'm randomly choosing one.

The kingdom I'm placing your skykid in is: Melinka, the desert kingdom

"The feeling of the cool tiled floor was enough to wake up Orion. He rubs vey's eyes, feeling something on his cheeks ...sand? Yeah, that's sand. Vey're laying near a sandune that looks like it seeped in through the temple. Great. Where are vey?

Before he came here, he was told of this kingdom when the portals were replaced. A kingdom of vastness, it's lands mimic a sea of gold and abandoned temples laid scattered across the planes. Vey didn't believe it was another desert kingdom, his pride telling others to leave vem alone when vey're heading out to explore the kingdom. As a historian, this place intrigued vem. While vault is gone, Orion wanted to be the first to discover the secrets of this empty kingdom. And a kingdom without much skykids roaming around spells out that vey can get some bragging rights out of this.

But now vey're in an...abandoned temple? The runes of an ancient language and broken pillars certainly sells the idea. And the roof is partially caved in and orion is lying in the shade of what's left of it. And it's dreadfully hot. The coolness of the shade almost does nothing to help him.

....Welp. Beggars can't be choosers. If vey want to get some cool ancient story or artifacts out of this, vey better start looking. And their first step is to get out of this temple without suffering from a heatstroke."

• Maneuvering through the temple, Orion used his light glove to light the way. For a place that had an abundance of history, it sure is empty. The runes that are littered around the temple are a bit hard to read with it's faded paint, but luckily there were some spirits that were hiding around the corners, so Orion had a good chunk of info already jotted down.

• After exploring for who knows how long in the temple, Orion finally found the exit. The sun was already beginning to set. Did they arrive here at the afternoon? Wait since when did time move? Vey thought only home was capable of doing that. What a strange world. Shaking his head at veir lingering thoughts, he opens up his cape and start flying across the desert. He needs to find some more murals vey can document while there is still light.

• Orion flew for who knows how long across the desert. Everything looks the same and there's not a temple in sight. And with the moon already rising, vey felt his light weakening....wait? Him? Weakening? Preposterous. Vey could fly up vaults temple without feeling an ounce of fatigue. Is it because of the heat? He did feel a bit stuffy in these clothes. What's with this world? Vey mumbled something to vemself, obviously annoyed at how things turned out and he hasn't even explored an inch of it. Maybe he should meditate, head back home and restock some supplies- Is that a town?

• Orion squinted vey're eyes, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Yup, there's a small town, abandoned too. Half of it's buildings are sunken into the sand, but the other half looks like it's still functioning. Vey look into veir pouches. There's only have one recharge potion left, and since he didn't expect the kingdom to be this big, vey didn't bring a torch with vem. Deciding it's best to hide out in the buildimgs for the night and use the potion for the next day, Orion glides his way towards the abandoned town, hoping to find at least a decent home to sleep in.

• It was dead silent in the town. Even the wind seemed to stop howling. Orion feet sank into the sand as he walked down the empty town. Using his candles, Orion looked into every shop and home, trying to find one that doesn't look like it will crash on vem. He later picked out a small home, it's roof and windows still intact but the door is gone. When vey entered, it was as if time stood still in the house. The little decorations and furniture lay untouched in the house, covered in dust and cobwebs. Orion cautiously walked around the house and later discovered a tapestry. It depicted a family, like a portrait. He didn't know why, but Orion felt a sort of...connection on the tapestry. The same any skykid would feel when a spirit is near. Maybe vey should bring it with vem the next morning? For history purposes of course, not because of the family reminding him of the belonging spirits. Orion plopped his stuff down and laid down on a couch that was placed neatly in the corner. Vey slowly start to drift off to sleep, veir exhaustion taking over.

• "...he....y....HEY!" Orion jolted awake, almost falling off the couch. Vey looked around frantically before seeing...a human child? A living human child at that. "Who are you?" Orion looked sourly at the girl. Vey should be asking her that. He signed a picture with his glove, a question mark and an arrow pointing at the girl. "Me? I'm Kalina." She gave a grin, a tooth missing from her smile. 'Ugh. What the hell is wrong with her.' Orion thought as he rubbed his eyes. "You've got some weird tattoos on you. Why are they glowing? And what group do you come from to get those? The west? Or do you come from the east? Your tattoos look like the air symbols they got. Where's your group by the way? Did you get seperated? My dad told me kids can't get seperated from their groups cause the nightwalkers will get them, but I saw my older brother chop off the head of one and I gotta say they're pretty weak and-" Orion put a finger on the kids mouth, a sign for her to shut up. Orion does not want to deal with...whatever kind of human this is. Picking up their supplies, they start to walk towards the window, the human girl continuing her rambles.

• The sun is on the horizon now, the colours resembling the same as isle. Ah....how nostalgic. Orion wish vey could feel the same feeling vey had as a moth when he was born. Although, whenever he remembers, it's all so...fuzzy. The human girl pulled on his glove, to which Orion harshly ripped it out from her grip. The girl stumbles back, falling. "Jerk! I just wanted to see what's up with your glove! What kind of magic are you using? And why aren't you saying anything?" Orion rolled his eyes. He doesn't have time for such a tiny brat like this. Vey sign something, telling her no and that she should go away. The human girl pouts sticking her tongue out and Orion does the same before turning to walk out of the house.

• But he bumps into something hard and immeadiatly backs away as if vey heard a krill call. "Woah, sorry about that." A deeper voice. Orion looked up to see a human man. The girl excitedly ran towards him, holding his hand. "Papa! I found this weird kid sleeping here! They're old enough to have tattoos and they can't talk. Can we sell them our dragon skin?" The man smiled at his kid, telling her to go help someone before turning back to Orion. "Sorry about my daughter. She can get a bit too curious about people too much." Orion only stared at the man, veir eyes watching veir every move. It was a well built man, dark skinned and having some strange white tattoos on his arm. Except his looked more sharper than Orions marks and they don't glow.

• The man cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the awkward silence. "Well, I don't think you're here with a group, are you?" What's with these humans and groups!? Orion shook his head, his expression turning a bit sour. The man nodded and then asked; "What's your name? Mines Halfin" Orion immediately drew an x, signalling that he vey didn't want to give their name. The man stared amazed. "You're traveling with a magic item? That's very dangerous you know! Bandits might ambush you. Where did you even get that?" Halfin said as he stepped closer, to which Orion stepped back, his expression saying 'Don't touch me'. Halfin sighed and rubbed his head, crouching down to meet Orions eyes. "You know, I can see you're not...." He gestured towards Orion's glow that coloured the floor in an orange light "....human. And that you're not from here. That cape you have will attract too much attention to yourself and that it's too thick. What were you even thinking when you stepped in here?" Orion simply glared at Halfin, not signing anything.

• Halfin looked back at Orion, his smile unwavering. "I have heard that there were some strange flying children popping up across the kingdoms. Are you perhaps one of them?" He looked at Orions cape. "I heard that some don't visit this kingdom that often because of how hot it is here. So I'm assuming you came alone and without a map." Orion nodded slowly, wondering where this is going. "Our group recently lost a lookout. We need someone to help us keep a watch from a distance on our journey. So I was wondering..." He smiled softly. "Would you like to join us? In exchange, we'll give you a map. The journey isn't that long. We'll only be traveling for three days until we get to the city. How does that sound?"

• Orion scrunched up veir nose. Traveling with strangers sounds awful. He doesn't want to hang around longer with them and veir suspicions over him just got cranked up to 10. But....having the first map of the kingdom sounds useful. Vey could sell it for candles among the historians and brag about it to the cartographers that are always so annoying when they start rambling about the kingdoms. Vey click their tongue, frustrated that vey're actually going to choose the latter.

• Orion slowly nods, and Halfin clasps his hands together, his grin widening. "That's great! I just know our village would love you. If we go now, you can help out with the tents." Halfin reaches out to grab Orions hand and starts guiding him out of the house, Orion tripping over a bit to keep up with his pace. As they walk, the sun started to fully appear above the horizon and the unbearable heat started to get warmer by the minute. Orion took off veir hat, the fabric already absorbing the warmth of the sun and almost burning their hand. He looked at Halfin and wondered just what did he get himself into.

Additional headcannons

• Orion became quite popular among the children of the travelling group, which is awful because everytime vey tell them to go away or look down on them, they keep coming back and it's annoying.

• The markings on Orions arms became very praiseworthy in veir travels in Melinka. Some started to mimic the designs in the bigger cities, mostly rich people who have way too much time on their hands.

• After departing with the traveling group, the map became useful for Orion. He managed to found an incredible number of ruins and even a hidden underground library!

• Orion became an expert of the kingdom, despite the strange interaction he had in the beginning. Vey won't admit it, but vey sometimes missed the traveling group. He'll deny it if you ask him about it, though.

#sky children of the light #the ori children au #btw this is all set at the beginning when the portals opened #Also sorry about how late this is #uni is coming up