#BUT I want to say that the festival itself was so healing like so so so healing I can’t even begin to express it

[lhrry]

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#I’m only starting to process everything now bc I went right back to work when I came from Spain but I just want to say #yk the trip was really really difficult for me for several different reasons piling onto each other and I was seriously considering leaving #before afhf and spent a lot of the trip crying and honestly don’t know what I would do if people like Lisa Ali and Raina weren’t there for #and with me and I’ll always be grateful to them #BUT I want to say that the festival itself was so healing like so so so healing I can’t even begin to express it #to watch louis do what he does - even before he was on stage it was so clear he was so involved with the entire concept of the festival and #and the whole thing was such a perfect vision and it was so fan oriented even with free water and vegan food and stuff #to watch the other bands perform (because there’s just nothing in this world that I love more than music and concerts) #and then watch him on stage himself was so incredible he was so so so incredible and he gave me so much joy and idk strength to keep going #and motivation and like I felt alive and myself again after quite some time and he as the person who stood there was just unbelievable and #in the context of my trip being what it was it was just ….. yeah I can’t describe it #and this in combination with the community that was there and the energy of the crowd which nobody else but louis has actually and the #fact that you really feel like you’re a part of sth it was magical #and by that I just want to say i know I complained a lot but it meant the absolute world to me to be there despite everything and louis #really is a walking beacon of light saving me again and again #Harry’s show this year probably changed the course of my life for a few reasons and it really was one of the most important moments for me #but watching louis reminded me of that and more and just yea #made me feel like myself again and I love him and I know I’m not the only one for whom the festival was so healing <3

[xiao-come-home]

How Genshin men hold your hand;

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✰ Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Zhongli, Ayato, Itto, Alhaitham, Cyno.

✰ Words: 1,6k.

✰ SFW blurbs, fluff; no reader pronouns or gender specified.

Warnings: diluc implies some su//gg//estive stuff, slight angst in xiaos part, itto cant stop talking therefore is the longest, cynos bad jokes

A/N: i fell into the csm imagines rabbithole and one post inspired me so much I had to do it for genshin men too!! i hope this is readable, i stayed up to 5am writing this and my brain just exploded. also shout out to lady gagas songs that helped me write this lol

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Diluc:

Most of the time, you only feel the smoothness of his glove wrapped around your hand - which still, is quite rare for him; generally, Diluc doesn't hold hands with you that much. Not that he doesn't like it, but simply, he'd rather save it for special occasions - such as a particularly rougher mission, feeling more emotional than usual, or perhaps there's a big event coming for both of you, like birthday or anniversary. Diluc's hands are rough and veiny - and due to battles, calloused - the aforementioned might be the cause of his unwillingness as well, but you don't mind - it's what makes you want to feel him. It's what makes him... him. However, Diluc always reciprocates whenever you want to hold hands.

When you're both panting heavily, sprawled on the bed and recovering after previous activities, Diluc's bare hand slips slowly to intertwine itself with yours; his grip is tight, thumb gently stroking your soft skin, but he doesn't dare to look - the crimson haired man wants to savor the moment by just feeling you squeeze his hand in response, that causes him to involuntarily smile.

Kaeya:

Another man, another pair of gloves. Kaeya is very fond of hand holding, no matter where - be it public, or private; he loves strolling through the city of Mondstadt and walking hand in hand, showing off his precious significant other. When you're off to festivals, his hand NEVER leaves yours - "I don't want to lose you, silly," he always says. If his eyes catch a special wine or tavern, his hands signals it by playfully squeezing yours.

In private, Kaeya's bony and slender hands always want to be interlocked - as long as one of his hands is free, the hand automatically searches for yours, craving for the warmth no one else is able to replicate. One of his guilty pleasures is gently pressing a kiss to your intertwined hands. Kaeya doesn't seem to realize it, but his eyes often wander to observe your hands - it makes him feel alive, to see you're just as willing to participate. Every day, it makes him happier that he's made the right choice, even if his past will one day remind him of itself.

Zhongli:

Absolutely relishes in holding hands and is not afraid to show it. Always asks whether you want to hold him through the gloves or bare - he really doesn't mind, but secretly prefers (and hopes) you'll want him to take them off. The feeling of both of your hands pressing against each other just so perfectly, especially during colder days, is what makes Zhongli truly experience the passion of life. His hands are permanently on the warmer side as well, no matter what season it might be.

The former archon's hands are, expectedly, thick and way bigger than yours - moreover, they possess great strength, yet... they also look very delicate, because all of his scars heal quite quickly. He often compares the sizes of your hands - almost as if he couldn't believe this is real; every time you catch him doing it, Zhongli just kisses your cheek softly and smiles. Seeing his hand engulf yours entirely makes him want to protect you at all costs, even if it means crossing weapons with entities beyond this world.

Xiao:

Poor thing, he absolutely loves holding hands, but most of the time, he just... restrains himself from doing it. He's so afraid of tainting you with his karma, losing yet another person who he cares about so deeply- he doesn't voice it though, making it seem like he's just not very into it - but it hurts. It hurts to want it so badly, after watching you sleep beside him and your hand laying there before him, begging to be held. He extends his arm, wanting to touch, to feel, to love - but seeing you shift your position makes him flinch and not dare to continue.

Xiao's hands are cold, thin, and... shy. He holds your hand so softly, afraid to break you; after a while, with enough consolidation, he isn't as strict and scared as he used to. His favorite time to hold hands is whenever you don't really see it (much to your dismay) - usually in your sleep, even if you can't hold his hand back. Xiao caresses your hand ever so slightly with his gloved fingers, melting slightly as he feels the overwhelming happiness flowing within him. Rarely, he takes off his gloves, and both of his hands envelope one of yours - letting the bittersweet tears fall free.

Ayato:

Welcome to the gloves club at this point. Ayato holds a bit of restraint when it comes to the public - he doesn't want to appear too obnoxious, as he has a reputation to maintain. This does not mean, however, that he doesn't hold hands with you in public - he does! and hopes that one day, he won't have to worry about people's opinions this much. During Inazuma festivals, he always finds a slightly secluded area, where he can freely snake his hand around yours; seeing you hold back the giddiness, he can't help but give you a loving peck on the temple.

Ayato's slightly scarred hands with long fingers often enjoy the company of yours; in his free time, behind closed doors, when your boyfriend is finally free - he listens to your ramblings while gently holding your hand underneath the kotatsu. He's also very fond of drawing adorable patterns on your palm!

Itto:

"Behold people, the Aratakis have arrived!" Itto raises your interlaced hands in the air.

He yells that by the way, yeah.

Even though more people roll their eyes at him than cheer (and that you aren't married just yet), Itto makes sure every single soul sees you. He boasts about it everywhere, to everyone, at every hour. He's finally learned how to properly hold hands and the ideal amount of strength, so it can't just go to waste, right? The oni loves to swing your hands while walking if the day goes juuust right, but will tone down the extraness if you don't like it. Whenever he falls asleep on your lap, he always wants to hold your hand - he claims that this way, your love transfers to his dreams and wards off nightmares (please go along with it, he really took his time making up the possible best excuse).

Similarly to Zhongli, he also compares his hands to yours - except he just can't c o m p r e h e n d how small and cute they are compared to his massive, veiny ones, with excessive talking. "Babe, sugar, listen. We ARE the perfect match. Do you see this? My handsome hand fits just right against yours. This can't be a coincidence, I'm telling you. No, no, no, but seriously, lil bug, have you ever wondered why your hands are this small? That's right - they've been made just for me, Arataki "numero uno boyfriend" Itto, haha!"

"But for real this time, I've never, ever, EVER, seen such a tiny wittle, hand in my ENTIRE life. It's so, so adorable, like, you might be actually the only one hand I've seen up close, but you know what? Recently I kinda, you know, wanted to see if there's anyone that can match your absolute beauty, so I tried it on Shinobu. And as you might guess, you're still the cutest...! By the way, mind givin' me a massage on the head?"

Alhaitham:

The scribe doesn't really like PDA, therefore hand holding in public happens only if there's a very small group of people he isn't concerned about, or you really, really need it. He's also worried about your safety and the Akademiya, so he doesn't want to endanger you, since he's messed with them, more or less. But deep down, Alhaitham enjoys the warmth of your hand and how it always takes you off guard when he suddenly intertwines your hands together; the rose blush that spreads on your face makes him chuckle and fight the urge to plant a sweet kiss on your lips (which he usually loses and caves in).

Alhaitham's hands are neat, soft, and slightly bony; if you crave his touch so much, the best way to feel his smooth hands is by taking him on a late-night stroll. When there's just the two of you, enjoying the cold breeze and silence on the usually busy streets, the radiating warmth from the scribe's tight grip is more than enough to send another wave of butterflies in your stomach. If you can't go out or simply prefer not to, Alhaitham is at all times willing to read you a book while cuddling and gently squeezing your hands together from time to time.

Cyno:

Good luck, this man has a DEATH GRIP on you for a while. He really thinks it's fine, but sometimes it causes you some funny tingling in your hand... Cyno only realizes the amount of force he's been using after seeing you frown and ordering you to mimic his grip. Long story short, Cyno quickly demanded some "handholding practice", which was.. actually going really well. Except for having to listen to hand jokes he's learned just for you, for this very special occasion.

"Love, what tree can fit in one's hand? A palm tree."

"How many bones do you think a human hand would have?

...a handful."

That was tough, but hey, your bones are finally safe now! Cyno's hands are skinny, but skillful and slightly stiff. When there are no enemies around, the General Mahamatra guides you through the desert hand in hand; even though his grasp is still on the heavier side, this time... it feels comforting. It gives you a confirmation, that he's here to protect you. To Cyno, the world of dating seems a bit strange - but even he can't deny the calmness within his soul while merely feeling your fingers between his.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #arataki itto #arataki itto x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #cyno #cyno x reader #.blurb #pure

[madhatterbri]

Say It Again | E.M.

Summary: You confess to Elijah that you love him while you lay dying in his arms. You tell him once more when you come back to life.

Author's Note: What's Halloween without the Mikaelsons?

"Stay with me," Elijah urged as his fingers tapped against your cheek. You were sitting on his lap. Your eyelids were half closed. Your head felt heavy against his shoulder. Your vampire body tried to heal itself but werewolves bite was killing you. The injuries were the worst you ever had. Your worst fear coming to life. You were going to die.

"'lijah," you whispered. There was something you needed to tell him. He deserved to know. "I'm sorry,"

"Save your energy. Niklaus and the others will be here soon," he informed you. His eyes hopefully looked around wishing he knew where they were. His super hearing couldn't hear their footsteps. He cradled you closer to him. He loved you. This couldn't be your time.

"You were right," you gulped. The familiar taste of copper started to fill your mouth. You started to cough feeling like you were suffocating. Blood poured down the corner of your mouth. Darkness started to cloud your vision. "I love you,"

The sound of people cheering woke you up. You sat up quickly while checking the room. Nothing was out of place. It must have been the many festivals that New Orleans hosted. The room was unbearably hot.

Your eyes closed as your body started to shut down. The pain and suffering slowly leaving your body. The last thing you remembered was hearing Elijah begging you to wake up.

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"Oh my God, I'm in hell. I knew they would drag me down there," you cursed and laid back down.

"Hey I take offense to that," Rebekah joked while leaning against the doorframe to your room. A big smile plastered on her face. "I think my brothers would as well,"

"What happened?" You asked while propping yourself up on your elbows. A quick examination of your body revealed no more injuries and most importantly no wolf bite.

"Came in just the right time with Klaus' blood. Elijah has been worried sick about you. It seems you two made up then?" She asked hopefully. Rebekah was never one to enjoy Elijah suffering. You bit your lip nervously.

Days ago Elijah told you he loved you. As much as you wanted to say it back you were scared. This was the first time you ever were accepted somewhere like family. Of course they had their issues but what family didn't? You sighed and looked at her.

"He told me he loves me," you confessed after attempting to dodge the issue. The words slipped past your lips so carefree while inside you were in turmoil. Elijah was everything you ever wanted. He was intelligent, kind, and loyal. "And I told him I know,"

You chuckled dryly as you looked down. Rebekah sighed softly and closed the door behind her. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes. Guilt gripped you by the back of the neck and attempted to consume you. The vampire you called a sister sat down on your bed.

"I told him... finally. When we were together while I was dying," you admitted. "You should have seen the way his eyes pained when I told him. He thought he was going to lose me. I was only brave enough to tell him while I laid dying,"

The room was still for a few moments. Rebekah appeared to be deep in thought as if to soak it all in. The blonde vampire had been left out in the dark about this. She patted your arm with reassurance.

"He's in the study. Go talk to him. He'll be happy to know you are awake,"

Without a second thought, you ran away from Rebekah to find him. Elijah was in the study. His back to the door as he read from his mother's grimoires. He was constantly studying the book in case the Mikaelsons needed a spell for a witch to use.

"Elijah?" You asked cautiously. He never liked to be disturbed when he was deep in thought. His eyes locked on to you. A relaxed look appeared on his face once he realized it was you.

"I trust you slept well," Elijah spoke sarcastically. He wasn't sure how to approach you. A few days ago you spoke two words that caused his world to come crashing. While dying you suddenly changed your tune. The emotional back in forth would cause anyone whiplash.

"I want to talk to you," you demanded with a little more force than you wanted. Before dying you two weren't speaking. Well he wasn't speaking to you. You couldn't blame him but it hurt. Despite not speaking to you, you went after him to protect him which nearly cost you your life. It took almost dying to realize how stupid you were being. You walked before him to ensure you had his full attention.

"Well?"

"I was foolish earlier. I was just afraid and I still am. Your family is the only one that has taken me in. I... I don't ever want to lose you guys," you spoke softly trying to keep the tears at bay. You placed your hand on his cheek. His eyes narrowed yet he relaxed them once more.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I love you,"

#fanfiction #imagine #the originals #angst #love #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah tvd #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x you

[taniahylian]

Thoughts on the Revival of the Uluru games event

Alright, first of all, I'd like to start by saying that I did like the event. It was a fun little adventure, with interesting characters and complex interactions, and it actually made the laugh at some parts. Plus, it's a nice breather from all the angst of the main story. That said... I also think it's very weak on some parts and it could've been better done. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that The Theft of the Rimmet Cup (my least favorite story event) had slightly better writing than this.

(Spoilers under the line!)

The story itself has many problems, but I think the main one is the lack of a proper villain. Sure, we have Mr. Papparazi (forgot his name tbh), but his connection to the story is only with Dessert Flannel and his motivation is rather vague up until the very end of the last episode. Imo the story would've been better if we didn't have a villain at all and we instead focused on the conflict convincing the foundation to bring back the Uluru games and getting people exited for them again or something. We didn't need Mr. Papparazi and the story suffered a lot because of his existence.

Then we also have the ending... and, well... I don't dislike it? I think the message of "humans and arcanists coming together to compete, not to fight" is a nice one, and very needed in this universe. That said, I actually hate the execution. Let me explain.

So, we had Flannel telling Ezra about how Arcanists get injured more easily than humans, but because they heal fast, what they do is take an unhealthy amout of painkillers to bare with the pain until they get back to health like 15 minutes later, and they do this to be able to compete against humans in contact sports. It's even implied that Spathodea herself has likely done this as well, since she practices boxing, and it's obviously a metaphor for irl drug abuse in athletes.

Now, my problem is that the above stablishes the need for an arcanist-only sports festival, and the importance of the Uluru games... but then they say humans will be competing in the Uluru games as well! Do you see the problem?

Imo if they wanted the message to be "humans and arcanist should do sports together", then the problem with arcanists in human sports should've been different. Like, idk, arcanists having to hide their identity in order to not be disqualified from human sports, or maybe not being allowed to compete professionally because they're viewed as "too volatile" or something. But the problem they presented goes against the message of the ending of the event.

Idk, maybe I'm being a bit too harsh on it because it's a clear drop of quality compared to 1.2 and 1.3, but please let me know what you think!

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #uluru games #1.5 #analysis #discussion #review

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: worth it, only for you (Qiubing)

A/N: @xinyuehui @snicker-doodles

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“I know you’re awake, so you can stop pretending.”

Li Bing had dismissed the servants he had hired just to care for the good General. Going as far as to tell Chen Shi that he should join the others for Mingjing Hall for the festivities in the city. The man had hesitated only long enough for the others to grab him by the neck, bowing only long enough for the wind to carry their hurried thanks while they hurry to the door.

It was amusing, to say the least. But more than letting them have a bit of time off to enjoy themselves, Li Bing just wanted a bit of privacy. For him.

Qiu Qingzhi huffs, shoulders shaking with his quiet sigh.

“Nothing escapes you, does it?”

Li Bing serenely crosses the room, quickly helping Qiu Qingzhi to sit upright with as little aggravation to his healing body as possible. When the man grunts and shifts away from him, Li Bing clucks his tongue. “Be good and let me help.”

The shock and horror on Qiu Qingzhi’s face is matched only by the incredulous parting of his lips that does not know whether to scoff in indignation or laugh outright. It is a physical battle to suppress the laughter in his chest, but Li Bing manages. Barely.

“I’m not your puppy to order around,” Qiu Qingzhi squeezes out, the tips of his ears a bright cherry red.

“You aren’t my puppy, you’re not anyone’s puppy,” Li Bing interjects before the usually stoic man can say anything else. “You’re your person. No one else’s.”

This seems to be the right thing to say, because the General settles back. A comfortable silence draws itself between them, and Li Bing watches on as the man tips his head, turning his face to the open windows by the bed.

“What time does the fireworks start?”

“In another shichen,” Li Bing answers. Rising up, he moves to the table to fix them both cups of tea. “Plenty of time for you to tell me what you’d like to eat and for me to head out to get it for you.”

Qiu Qingzhi contemplates on it, blinking slowly in thought.

“Do you still have any of those biscuits…?”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a wrapped handkerchief. Unfurling it, he reveals two familiar biscuits. Handing one to Qiu Qingzhi, Li Bing takes the other for himself with a smile.

“The old baker who used to make this had retired a couple of years back and gone back to his hometown. I had spent a bit of time hunting him down to get the recipe off him, but I would say it was worth it.”

Qiu Qingzhi laughs, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. Before he can, Li Bing reaches out and brushes off the crumbs from the corner of his lips.

“Yeah,” Li Bing murmurs, not a little mesmerised by the way the little puffs of air tickles the back of his hand. “I think it was.”

Qiu Qingzhi does not move away. Ever the military man, even now.

Li Bing feels his heart twists a little fondly. Pulling back, he carefully takes the cup from his unresisting hands.

“Do you ever wonder what we could’ve been to each other?”

“Sometimes,” Qiu Qingzhi answers after a beat. “When it’s just me and the dark of the night, I allow myself to wonder.”

Li Bing looks down at the half bitten biscuit in his hand and whispers, “Me too. I’d wonder where it’d all gone wrong. How I could have done better by you.”

“But here we are.”

“Here we are,” Li Bing says. Adoringly, he takes in a deep breath, casting his eyes over and out towards the twilight skies. “Do you know what was the one thing I wondered about the most?”

Qiu Qingzhi, seemingly content to entertain where this is heading, smiles back at him. Hooded gaze unflinching as he takes a slow bite of his biscuit. “Pray, do tell.”

“How your lips would taste on mine.”

The General hums, pink tongue darting out to lick up the crumbs. “Probably like tea and biscuits.”

“Probably. But if it’s alright with you, I’d like to taste it for myself. I’m a Vice Minister, after all.”

Qiu Qingzhi’s smile grows. Shaped a little less sharp and shaded sweet with fondness.

By the time the first flash of fireworks colour the night skies and the choir of the crowd carries through to them, there was no knowing where one began and where one ended.

And the task of mapping that out, was theirs to do.

#qiubing #qiu qingzhi #li bing #qiu qingzhi x li bing #white cat legend #white cat legend fic #gab writes stuff #fam I promise the spicy lemons are coming I promise ok?

[sitp-recs]

Hey, hope you're doing well! Do you have any recs for hospital fics? Anything from high-tension injuries to drawn out hospitalisation. Thanks!

Hi anon! A few fics came to mind, I’ve probably read more but now I’m thinking that most are Healer fics with hospital settings (but not necessarily injured characters) so I’ve included a bit of both for you. Enjoy!

Hospitalization/injuries:

A Noir Cliche by @shiftylinguini (T, 4k)

Draco is not a Healer. Harry doesn’t get hurt on purpose. They really have to stop meeting like this.

A Love That Knows Of Itself by sleepstxtic (M, 7k)

After an accidental bonding, Harry is forced to confront some longstanding feelings concerning a certain Unspeakable.

Lovesick by @corvuscrowned (T, 7.6k)

People keep spiking Auror Harry Potter with love potions. Healer Draco Malfoy keeps having to pick up the pieces. But it's getting harder and harder for Draco to watch Harry fall in love with everyone except for him.

Among the Elements by @sweet-s0rr0w (M, 8k)

Harry getting pregnant might have been an accident, but Draco means it when he says that he’s all in. What he doesn’t expect is to find himself all alone in St Mungo’s neonatal unit, making life-or-death decisions for a tiny human he’s never even held. In fact, this wasn’t how any of it was supposed to go…

Unkissed Kisses and Songs Never Sung by Femme (M, 12k)

I sit silently in the shadows, staring at the tiny, pulsing ball of light that tells me my Harry's still alive.

A Better Kind of Love by MalenkayaCherepakha (E, 25k)

Harry, along with the rest of the Puddlemere United team, is determined that this year will be the year they finally win the Quidditch League Cup. But when a Bludger-induced fall leads to a missed Snitch, broken bones, and an extended stay in St Mungo's, that conviction is put to the test. If Harry wants to have any chance of returning to the pitch this season he has to put all of his faith in his assigned Healer. Which is no easy task when that Healer is Draco Malfoy.

Holly and Hawthorn, Thistle and Thyme by bryoneybrynn (T, 31k)

After the war, Harry can’t shake the feeling that something is very wrong with him and he has a terrible feeling he knows what that “something” might be. He has a terrible feeling Malfoy might know, too.

General Hospital setting (Healer fic):

Conquering the Dark by noeon (E, 23k)

Harry's a Healer specialising in the care of children, Draco Malfoy's an expert in neuromagic at St Mungo's. A difficult case forces them to work together and, in the process, unearths some of the trauma of the past, as well as the chance for healing in the present.

Tell Me the End at the Beginning by @harryromper (T, 36k)

St Mungo’s is the last place anyone wants to spend the festive season. Harry finds himself there anyway. Or: Harry's an Auror suspended from duty, Malfoy's wearing the hell out of three-piece suits, Hermione is entirely over everything, and Kreacher just wants to be left alone to decorate for Christmas.

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann, firethesound (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Heal Thyself by astolat (T, 47k)

Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.” “What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.

Reparations by Saras_Girl (E, 87k)

Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #hospital fics

[lu-is-not-ok]

Say, I've been reading your analysis on the EGOs and abnormalities they come from, and I'm curious as to your thoughts on the pairing of So Nobody Will Cry and Fairy Gentleman.

So this is gonna be the first time I'm analyzing just the Abnormalities themselves, since there's no actual E.G.Os tied to them yet, so it might end up being a shorter post than usual.

Also, before anyone says, no I'm not counting the Lobotomy E.G.O IDs as E.G.Os for the sake my method of analysis, mainly because the amount of content available for analysis on an ID is very different to that of an E.G.O.

Got that? Alright. Gonna go under the cut as usual.

Since we're looking at just the Abnormalities, I'm gonna try to go into as much detail as I can, though there's still a chance that I miss things.

So That No One Will Cry is a doll covered in talismans, which its Observation Log reveals to be a form of curse. In its Mirror Dungeon event, it can be seen in a dark candle-lit room with those same talismans covering the walls.

What we know about the talismans is that they grant power, but also bind and restrict whoever wears them. Removing the talismans from the walls in the Mirror Dungeon event causes the candles to burn brighter and brighter, until the doll gets up on its own when all of them are removed to give something to the Sinners. If the talismans are removed from the doll, it will kneel, but not do anything else.

I think the text during the Mirror Dungeon event is quite interesting, as it keeps pondering on what the doll itself is wishing for. Does it wish for its room to be covered in talismans? Does it wish for those talismans to be removed? When its talismans are removed, does it kneel begging for them to not be taken away, or is it in gratitude?

The themes are a bit vague on this one, but I think it's mostly focused on the idea of something being both a blessing and a curse. Something that gives safety and power, but at the cost of making one bound and trapped.

I think the name of the Abnormality fits that theme, and could likewise be interpreted in two ways. The talismans could be blessings that keep people from crying, as they give them safety. However, they could also be curses that ensure nobody will cry through entrapment rather than comfort.

Now onto the other one.

Fairy Gentleman seems to be connected to the Fairy Festival Abnormality from Lobcorp, and in a way parallels it.

As a reminder, or to those who don't know, Fairy Festival is a group of cute-looking fairies that follow employees around and care for them. However, it's revealed that these fairies are in fact carnivores that are only caring for humans as a way to keep their meat fresh.

Fairy Gentleman has similar ties to cannibalism, however it seems like this abnormality prefers to consume other Fairies over humans,.

Another interesting note, is that while Fairy Festival are only feigning their kindness, Fairy Gentleman seems to be genuinely cordial and jovial, despite its more imposing appearance. It's also interesting to note that when fighting Fairy Gentleman, the Abnormality doesn't seem to be treating the ordeal too seriously, as all of its attack names imply all it wants to do is get everyone as drunk as it is.

While the theme of gluttony is obvious here, I think we could add irresponsible indulgence in here as well. With the usage of alcohol imagery, the fact that the fairy wine is horrible in every regard besides its taste, and the way Fairy Gentleman urges others to share its drink, I think it adds up well enough.

As for why they might be paired up... it might be the overarching theme of overuse or overindulgence? So That No One Will Cry's talismans are helpful until there's too many of them, at which point they become a curse. Fairy Gentleman's offer of wine is kind, and the drink itself tastes great and has healing properties, but the rest of the drinking experience is horrible and leaves the person really drunk.

#limbus company #limbus company project moon #limbus company abnormality #so that no one will cry #fairy gentleman #lcb analysis #ask #speedynamo #lu speaketh #sorry if its not as interesting as my character analyses #there simply isn't as much to read into with just an abno by itself #and i don't think i'm ready to analyze full identities yet

[chibi-celesti]

Was yea ra afezeria infel waath sos herra

(I bless you with my love and song of healing.)

*Synopsis: In the aftermath of the Fire Lotus incident, the Ramshackle Prefect felt powerless as her classmates fought tooth and nail to end the chaos. Knowing the weakening states of everyone in her group and the city, Meryu decides to break the nighttime rules for one night to sing. Only this time, this song is a gift to all.*

Word Count: about 1.4k-1.5k

A/N: No joke, I did not expect to write a 1.4k words for this one shot, and yet I did lmao. This is sort another sneak peek to Twisted Tonelico, but more on how Song Magic is used.

Spoilers for the events Glorious Masquerade. And also its a bit romantical, but you can also read it as platonical if you'd want :)

Mini edit: this is the song Meryu sings in this piece. Definitely recommend if you're interested in what she's saying!

~Twisted Tonelico~

It is now nightfall in the City of Flowers. And everything seems to be a lot calmer than it was a few hours ago. A few hours ago, this beautiful city was covered in a landscape from the depths of Hell itself. Fire lotuses were everywhere, spreading like a virus to get to anyone or anything creature emanating magic to sap away if also possibly kill. It was a nightmare, but the students of Night Raven managed to purge them and save those who were affected by the mastermind behind this event.

The Masquerade planned for the evening had passed; a final tribute to those who came as part of the Arcane Trip for their respective schools. And now, everyone was tucked into their beds, all exhausted from the festivities. All except for one person: the otherworldly Reyvateil, and designated Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Meryu Melenas.

Meryu couldn’t sleep. She kept having nightmares from the past near forty-eight hours. The flowers, the fall, the unknowing if her friends were safe and if they were able to stop Rollo’s maniacal machinations. It was too much in too little time, leaving her mind frazzled. Struggling to get any type of rest, Meryu got out of bed, donning her uniform jacket over her pajama shirt, and walked out into the hallway.

Wandering aimlessly, she tried to think of a way to clear her mind. Meryu would usually go for a walk outside and admire the stars with her dear friend, Malleus Draconia. Unfortunately, her dear fae friend had turned in early for the night. So for now it is just her and the moon’s warm light keeping her company.

Her walk led Meryu to the main floor foyer of Noble Bell College. The place where so many memories were made; the arrival, the madness, the ball… countless events occurred here. All within the span of one day. And maybe, even now, she could leave behind one more memory. Something that she wanted to do ever since her dear friend’s performance at the Masquerade: a song of her very own. One that can ease (and maybe undo) the lingering effects of the Fire Lotus to everyone in the City of Flowers; luckily for her, Meryu knows the perfect one to use. One she had crafted from her time with the Shroud brothers.

Walking to the heart of the foyer, Meryu embraced the silence of the night and began her song. Hoping and wishing for it to heal everyone in the City of Flowers.

xA rre exail sarr wLYErm anw sphaela/.

xA sorr aLYEuk zess l.l.n. anw aje harphe/.

xA sorr aLYEuk zess y.y. Ahiew_ayulsa/.

xU rre rhaplanca hLYEmYAmArU enw raklya en yLYEzAtU,

jLYEwA dejuy an arhou tes 1001 Implanta/.

(In tune with her song, Meryu closes her eyes and invokes her spell.)

Hana wo sanji shu ni someta yubi de

Hitai wo kazaru toge wo ande

Watashi wa ima shokuzai no shirushi

Ibara no tsuru no kauburi itadaku

Hohotsutai ochiru shizuku

(A warm, ethereal light began to encompass her body. Soon after, four small balls of light formed around her and danced to her melody.)

Kawaita daichi ni somite

Inochi no me uruosu you

Ame to narite sosogitai

Anata ni

Kono mune no naka afururu

Hikari maioriru

Inori no tane wa kagayou

Kiseki ni mebuku

(Her voice echoed through the foyer, reverberating off the walls and flowing through the empty halls of Noble Bell. Each ball of light dipped into the ground as a pulse to the beat.)

xN rre harr f.s. tes maoh ess ouvyu sechel/.

:/xO rre qejyu m.t.y.y. anw daedu/.

Naave wEsLYN ayulsa sphaela/.

xE rre vega a.u.k. ayulsa Asiance_qejyu/:

Chorus A:

xN rre Maoh s.s.w. tie Rhaplanca enw h.k.t.t. has./

Chorus B:

:/Reta yorr tYAnu za j.d.r. gor Ajues_qejyu./

sYAIA Atitia_qejyu

Reta yorr hYArAnAt oucc

xU yorr vUsUk 1000 Aujes_qejyu

wYAfA za rYAfrm 1001 Atitia_qejyu

en vYAsk yor/:

(The young woman was so concentrated on her singing; she never noticed the countless eyes seeing her serenade.)

Shiroki ashi de deido wo fumishime

Tsubasa was tsui kegaruru tomo

Watashi was tada inochi hatsuru made

Asu wo shinjite kanata e

Habataku

Aganai wa itsuka tabi no

Subete wo oeru sono hibi ni

Hatenaki negai utaou

Omoi kasaneau

Tsunaida yubi wa ikue no

Hanabira no you ni

(Nor did she notice how the air had begun to shift and her own light of salvation expanding throughout the whole city.)

Kono mune no naka afururu

Hikari furisosoge

Negai nokigi wa itsushika

Sora eto todoku

(Meryu put so much of her love and hope into this song, her chest felt constricted and her eyes began to water. And even then, she continued her song.)

Chorus A:

xN herra h.r.n.t. ane sphaela ttu y.y. 1000 hiewi meryu/.

xN harr v.s.k. nafa eje en Atitia_qejyu enw h.r.n.t./.

Chorus B:

xN rre Rhaplanca y.y. eh 1001 Atitita_qejyu,

en harr w.n.s. anw ouvyu sechel sev maen olo/.

xN harr h.l.s.s. ess ouvyu sechel/.

:/xU rre vega a.u.k. zz ayulsa siance/.

xU rre vega a.u.k. zodal sechel/:

xN harr y.z.t. en y.z.t. enw raklya/.

:/mAtUyYAy 1001 Implanta/:

The last note fading into a whisper in the wind along with the warm lights, concluding the young girl’s solo. Opening her eyes, Meryu was a bit surprised at what she saw. Her vision may be blurry from her tears, but she knew that her classmates and Rollo were standing before her. The students had various faces of shock, endearment mixed with concern, and confusion. Grim was the first to go up to her, and rather than teasing or questioning her, he climbed up her side and cuddled into her chest comforting her. Deuce and Epel followed suit, checking Meryu for any scratches or marks since they were the most worried about their friend. A few more walked forward to the girl, questioning her and slightly chastising her for breaking curfew or complementing her for her song.

There was one person, Meryu’s most precious person, who was left speechless by her song: Malleus Draconia, the heir to the Valley of Briar.

The prince was left in awe of what his dear friend had done. Despite her song’s somber but hopeful tone, he knew exactly what she did. And he felt it down to his very bones. To hear her sing something so powerful away from the Dark Mirror was not an easy feat. And yet she did it without fail; all for the sake of everyone hurt by the accursed fire lotuses. When her tears began to form, it was not because she was hurt, but because she wanted her wish to come true.

And it did.

Malleus walked towards his beloved, making everyone surrounding the Prefect move aside for him to see her. No words were said between the two as they met each other again for the night. The only exchange was that of a gentle hug shared between the Prince and his beloved Reyvateil.

#twst x ar tonelico au #twisted tonelico #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #ar tonelico #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland x ar tonelico

[cookinguptales]

in the continuing adventures of "body, please be normal" I've been dealing with pretty awful GI symptoms for the past month, and they have finally resolved themselves in a frankly bewildering fashion.

it feels gross to talk about, but I guess it was other people being gross and talking about their own symptoms that helped me figure out what was going wrong with me so like. maybe this will help someone else.

(cut for talk about medical issues, particularly gerd, endometriosis, and mcas)

Now... I've been dealing with pretty severe acid reflux for several years now. It seems to be attached to hormonal changes in the body because it flares up when I'm on any kind of hormonal medication (including birth control) or my period is approaching. It tends to manifest in ENT symptoms because the acid gets up into my sinuses and it's a whole fucking mess.

(Best guess is that it's related to the endometriosis and potential internal scarring, but the docs are REALLY hesitant to open me up to see the extent of the scarring because the EDS means that I heal poorly.)

Since I came off hormonal birth control, it hasn't been nearly as bad. I used to have to take fairly high doses of omeprazole at all times, but now it seems to be sufficient to take small doses of famotidine when it flares once a month.

That said! It's been flaring more often and worse since late last year, and I've been experiencing a particularly bad flare that's lasted for about a month now. Not to be too graphic, but I've had pretty severe burns in my mouth and pretty extensive oral bleeding. It's been... not fun!

(plus other GI issues, but they've been relatively mild compared to the... blood...)

I've been taking both omeprazole and famotidine, my usuals, but it's barely made a dent in it. I have been, safe to say, In Hell, but I wasn't able to get an appointment with a doctor until late May so I've just been kind of putting up with it.

Yesterday I really wanted to go to a street festival and I was like... okay, who knows if I'll be able to eat anything because even broth and oatmeal have been making me sick, but we'll give it a try. And I took some allergy medicine because it's spring and -- it went away. All my symptoms went away.

I AM... BEWILDERED... but yeah like I took the allergy meds and my symptoms went from 90% down to like... maybe 10%. Not perfect, but very bearable. And when I took my acid reflux meds, it actually got a little worse...?

So today I am off all reflux medications and on quite a bit of allegra and I feel almost fine. I am incredibly bewildered. All I can figure is that this time, as opposed to my regular flares, things were caused by some kind of allergic reaction...? I'm not sure to what, as I haven't really done anything differently lately, but I guess it could just be environmental.

I googled and Dr. Google says that acid reflux can be triggered by allergies, which has me back in the "wait, is MCAS a thing that's been ruining my life??" place. It's a diagnosis that my doctors have been toying with, but I've never worried about it too much compared to the others. But I guess the GI issues I've been experiencing aren't too unusual to MCAS, where your body has weird heightened allergic reactions to a lot of things, so like. orz

I guess I have been so allergic to the universe that my body was trying to literally eat itself.

I'm still going to go to the GI doc in a few weeks and see what they have to say but like. I guess I just keep mainlining allegra for now. It's a thing I'll have to be careful with (allergy meds give me eye problems, so I guess I'll be doing eye drops 10x a day again) but it's better than the life I've been living! :')

I guess I'm just happy that I've found some kind of solution but like. jesus christ. what the heck.

#on the upside I managed to actually eat food at the festival yesterday and I was thrilled lmao #cw: #chronic illness #mcas #gerd #endometriosis

[fiction-box]

Omg thank you so much for doing my last request I absolutely LOVED it!!!!! Your characterization of Felix and Sylvain are so wonderfully on point and I'm still squealing over the part where Felix asks reader to teach him how to heal them dsjfkdjfj (and rolling my eyes over Sylvain's antics lmao. What an incorrigible lad (affectionate))

I hope you don't mind me coming back for more 👀 I've recently started replaying 3h so I'm having so many thoughts about my children <3 this one is an idea that came from a dream I had! Basically reader and Claude have been friends for a while (either childhood friends or they made friends at the beginning of the year). It's the white heron ball and they sneak off bc neither of them are so into all the pomp and circumstance. They're just goofing off in one of the nearby wings and making fun of the church's collection of paintings when Claude realizes in that moment that he's in love with the reader ;)

Extra details about reader if you'd like: they're not all that great at lying or scheming unlike Claude and they're basically his voice of reason/holder of the brain cell (when it comes to reigning him back from some of his more outlandish/dangerous schemes). They've also been secretly in love w Claude for at least a year before the ball hehe

Thank you again in advance and feel free to take the ending wherever you like!!

That is wonderful news! I value characterization as a point; if the character isn't depicted as themselves, the work isn't special. It could be about literally anyone, which is the opposite of what I want. Hopefully, I did the same thing this time!

Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.

It was the month of the Garreg Mach Ball. In celebration of the festivities, members of the church had lined the cathedral with old paintings correlated to the Seiros faith.

You were never the most devout believer, Claude knew. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw you in the cathedral.

He had used this knowledge to his advantage, however, in order to devise a fun way to spend the night. Away from the ball itself, of course; neither of you were one for dancing.

“Can I open my eyes, now?”

“So impatient,” the Alliance noble teased. “Just trust me, okay? We’re almost there.”

“Claude, I don’t need to be blindfolded to know we’re crossing the bridge to the Cathedral right now. I know where I am and where I’m going, so there’s no need to restrict my vision,” you countered.

“Fine then. If you’re so confident, I guess you don’t need me to guide you.”

He took his hands away from yours and turned to walk away. Previously, you had been talked through your route and helped along the way. Of course, it was mainly so you wouldn’t trip on anything or veer off the planned course.

There were only two setbacks: One, moving with you blindfolded was a lot slower, and two, Claude had to walk backwards in order to do it right.

So he knew he only had to wait a moment before you-

“Come on, you know that’s not what I meant. But, I suppose if my hands are free, I can take off this blindfold.”

That wasn’t what he wanted you to say. You always were one to surprise him, though.

He realized you weren’t bluffing, either. It was only when your hands actually began to untie the knot behind your head that Claude reacted.

“Alright, fine. I’ll guide you. But you have to keep your eyes covered, alright?”

The only thing he got in response was a sigh and the sight of your hands returning to the position they were in when he held them earlier. Claude returned to his position as well, sliding your hands into his own and beginning to walk backwards to the cathedral.

“Careful, there’s a rock there. Move to your left- No, your other- Look, just because you can’t see doesn’t mean you suddenly forget which way is left!” he laughed.

“I…I’m doing my bes- ouch!”

Whoops. He had forgotten to direct you around that one.

“Sorry, my bad!” 

Glancing around, he pointed his eyes back at the monastery. You weren’t even a quarter of the way across. At this pace, someone was going to see you two crossing the bridge and all of this would be pointless.

So, he let go of your hands and maneuvered around you.

“Seriously? I thought you said you would- woah! What-?”

He scooped you up into his arms and walked at a much more effective pace toward the cathedral. He felt your arms come to rest against his chest.

“Nope,” he grinned, “just some random person that saw us walking on the bridge and decided to carry you to our destination.”

“Claude? That is you, right?” you asked. It was a silly question in his head, but he supposed you were blindfolded. The key sense you had been using for identification was gone, and the noble could feel you tensing up.

“Ha-ha,” you quipped. Though the response meant you knew it was him, Claude noticed that the tension still didn’t leave your body. Interesting.

“Relax,” he tried to reassure you, “I’m not gonna drop you or anything.”

“Just…get us to wherever we’re going so I can take this thing off.”

Eventually, you rested your head against his chest. There was nowhere else to put it, he supposed, but he still hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

Maybe that's the reason, Claude thought. After all, he would be on edge too if he failed to identify someone he knew. Without your sight, you were left prone to people you didn’t know, or to others that wanted to hurt you.

A few more hurried paces brought the two of you to the entrance of the cathedral. Claude carried you inside, and once he found what he was after, he placed you back on your feet.

“Ready?”

“I’ve been inside the cathedral before. But I suppose if you really think there’s something-”

Swiftly, he pulled away the cloth tied around your head. He noted that, despite the low-light setting the two of you were in, you still had to squint and blink to let your eyes adjust. Moonlight was brighter than darkness, he supposed.

“I think you’re the one that needs to be patient. The amount of times you’ve caught me off guard tonight by cutting me off is getting out of hand.”

“Pretty sure I’m not needing to wait on anything else, for now. This is what I wanted to show you.”

His eyes followed yours when you took in your surroundings.

“Art,” you commented. You began to travel about the space, taking in as much of it as you could despite the heavy shadows cast by the moon.

Claude began to talk as you explored, “Yep. They pulled it out especially for the ball. Not for auction, so it’s likely just to show off.”

“Ha! To show off art like this?”

He turned to observe which piece had caught your eye.

“Raphael’s little sister could do better than this…scribble!” you scoffed. “What is this even meant to be?”

“Can’t you tell? It’s very clearly a…” he squinted at the label beneath the piece, “...“census count by early Nabateans.” Honestly, you’re so uncultured. How is it that you’re even still allowed around me?”

Laughter spills from your lips at his teasing, and he can’t help but want to hear more.

You moved to the other side of the room, following a path illuminated by the moon. He found himself led to a piece lit up just as brightly. It looked to be a painting of an older man, but all the colors ran together in unappealing locations.

“Alright then, oh great art connoisseur, try this one.”

“And no cheating!” you glared in mock-suspicion, moving your body so as to obstruct his view from the written description.

He looked at the painting a moment before coming to a conclusion, “Easy. That's just Professor Hanneman.”

“Pfft, what? Now you’re just grasping at straws.”

“No, I’m serious! Look-” the Riegan heir moved to stand on one of the pews a few paces away. He held the index finger of one of his hands out, then positioned the fingers on his other hand so that his fingertips were touching his thumb. After lifting his arms above his head and positioning so that the moon shone on them just right, he was satisfied.

“Alright, now turn around and tell me that’s not Hanneman.”

You did so, noticing that the shadows Claude created formed a makeshift mustache and monocle, respectively.

“How did you-? That truly resembles Professor Hanneman!” you gasped.

“See? Another point for the connoisseur!”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you!” you grinned, moving to help him down from the pew.

He took your arm in his, “Good, because now it’s your turn.”

“What? Hey-! S-Slow down!”

Claude led you down along the same wall you were observing at the right-most side of the cathedral. There was a sketch he saw that depicted all of the crests, which was where you both came to a sudden halt.

“This one? Okay, that’s art of all the crests, right?”

“Sure. If you’re boring.”

“Excuse me?”

“For example,” he pointed your eyes toward one part of the work in particular. “You might say this is the crest of Dominic, but if you look at it my way, I think it’s an eye.”

You squinted; you were probably trying to see it his way. Then, your own eyes widened.

“Oh! I see it now!”

“Great, then you can give it a go.”

“Hmm…” your eyes scanned over the page. They lingered on certain crests longer than others. Eventually, though, your eyes had made a full trip around the paper before settling on the Daphnel crest.

“This one. I can pick out a person in the middle holding a crown over their own head. Those two little squiggles at their sides are wings.”

“Woah, that one’s much better than mine. I’ve always thought it was a trident, but I suppose you’d have to disregard the dot in the middle for that to work.”

Your gaze went back to work scanning the crest, and Claude knew it was to try forming the image he described.

“...maybe. But then it would be between what? Waves? Two stones?”

At that last point, your expression lit up.

“Wait, that reminds me! There’s something I’ve always wanted to see.”

The archer trailed you at a light jog as you led the way away from the painting and out of the cathedral to the left balcony. He slowed his pace not much later. There weren’t many places for you to run off to from this enclosed area, after all. Once he saw where you were headed, though, he came to a walk.

You had paused in front of the Goddess Tower.

“This stone structure is always guarded,” you began, “and when it isn’t, it’s always locked when I try to get in.”

“Oh, is it, now? And here I thought you were above trespassing.”

Claude caught up to your side and laughed when you elbowed him. Your curiosity did have a tendency to get in the way of your morals, he knew. It was the reason he was able to pull you out here tonight, and it was the same reason you would chime in for some of his more outlandish ventures ever since you had met.

“Well? Don’t you want to go inside?”

Your mouth formed a pout. How cute; he’d have to try to elicit that reaction from you more often. 

“You can try the handle if you’d like. I know it won’t work, but…I can think of more than a few things I’d trade away just to look inside.”

Interesting. Not only did you not seem to know what this place was, but you were also unaware it was unlocked right now.

He could have some fun with this.

“I don’t think that will be necessary. Besides,” he winked, “I’ve got a good feeling about tonight.”

Claude turned away from you as he closed the short distance to the door. Casually, he opened it and took a step inside.

“What-? How?”

Before he could respond, you had managed to close the distance and lightly push past him into the tower.

You must have really wanted in if you didn’t have anything else to say. Something told him you didn’t really care about getting your questions answered, either.

Intrigued as he was about the inside of the structure (he had always wondered what the interior looked like, too), Claude was nowhere near as interested as you were. He could deduce as much by how quickly you climbed the stairs. Soon, though, he heard your footsteps come to a halt.

“I don’t get it.”

When the house leader had made it to the top of the staircase, he understood what you meant.

The room was dark and gloomy. Nothing decorated the walls, and the only thing on the floor was the crest of Seiros. The cold stone of the room only made it feel even less welcoming. Thankfully, he found that there was no dust on any of their surroundings. Someone must have cleaned the place before it was unlocked.

He watched as you turned to him, brows furrowed, “Why would anyone care enough to keep a place like this under lock and surveillance?”

“Ah, you don’t know where you are, do you?” he teased.

“What, you mean this place really is special?”

“This is the Goddess Tower.” When he saw that the name didn’t bring any clarity to your expression, he continued, “From what I know, there’s a legend about this place. If a man and a woman come here on this night and pray for the same thing together, the Goddess will answer and grant them their wish.”

“Okay…” you paused. He could practically see the gears turning in your head.

“Don’t put too much faith in it, though. I’m pretty sure it’s just a rumor, anyway.”

“It must be,” you frowned, scanning the room one more time. “If I were the Goddess, I think I’d stay far away from this place. Why not pick somewhere more ethereal?”

He noticed you tense up and turn back to him, “Hang on, how come you knew about this and I didn’t? You heard a rumor, and you’re telling me you just…forgot to mention it to me?”

“My deepest apologies, my lady.” Claude altered his tone to sound mockingly high-brow and gave a sweeping, exaggerated bow. “I swear to you from now on that I will report any and all information I gather back to you. Whether it be true, false, or otherwise.”

“Good,” you giggled, “and you’d do well to remember it!”

As he moved further into the room, House Riegan’s heir noticed something attached to the wall. Something noticeably not stone.

“Hey, check this out.”

At the sound of his voice, you moved closer to what he was looking at.

It was a large wooden door. It expanded almost to the top of the room, its handle a heavy metal ring. The discovery was interesting, but Claude didn’t know where it would lead. There was nothing on the outside of the tower that he noticed resembled a second room.

You brushed your hand along it, “No keyhole. It can’t be locked.”

“Well, then. I think we both know what needs to happen next.”

Together, you both leaned against the doors and pushed. They were heavy and didn’t give easily, but they opened nonetheless.

There was a small ledge serving as a balcony. No railing protected you two from falling to the bottom, he noted, but what truly caught his attention was the view.

Granted, he had seen a great deal of sights from atop his wyvern, but that didn’t make this moment any less beautiful. The stars were glowing with constellations he could recognize. The moon was about a third of the way through its route in the sky and shone brighter than he remembered. He could make out trees and houses by moonlight, and the streetlamps from nearby towns glowed as earthly stars.

Your footsteps brought him out of his trance. The brunet watched as you moved out onto the balcony, bracing your hand against the wall to ground yourself. Once he noticed your widened eyes reflecting the light of the moon, Claude knew you, too, were captivated by the scene in front of you.

He almost wished you would look at him like that.

“Forget the paintings. I could’ve been staring at this all night?”

He flung his hand over his heart, “How cruel! I was under the impression that you and I were having fun tonight!” He sighed dramatically, “But, I suppose you don’t value my company as much as I do yours.”

Even that wasn’t enough to get you to tear your eyes away, it seemed.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just…”

You didn’t finish your thought, probably because you knew you didn’t have to. He turned his head back towards the other sight beyond the doors. Words weren’t enough to describe it, so his mind did its best to preserve the picture.

“I think I can understand why it’s guarded, now,” he admitted. At this, you finally turned to face him. “The church probably wouldn’t want all those young lovers stealing away up here and making wishes too often.”

You turned back to the view, nodding in agreement, “Lover or no, I know I would.”

Claude looked to you, and in that moment he wished he could keep the door unlocked. Only for you. He wanted no one else to know about this place, save for the two of you, and he wanted it to remain unguarded if only so you could make your way up here every night.

And he wished he could join you. Not just so you wouldn’t be alone, and not just because you were his friend, either. Whether it was a rumor or not, Claude wanted to share his wish with you here every year.

“Then I would, too.”

“Huh?” you looked back at him again. He had caught you off guard. Good.

“If you came up here all the time, I would always come with you.”

“That’s good. Part of me would need you to be here with me every time.”

He swore his heart stopped in his chest. To remedy its mistake, it began beating faster than it had before.

“Oh? And why is that?”

Your face broke into a smile, “Because clearly, I don’t know how to open the door.”

Now it was his turn to be caught off guard. By the time he had recovered, though, you had already run past him and down the staircase.

Oh, you knew exactly what you were doing.

The archer sped out of the tower, chasing the sound of your laughter. It echoed throughout the cathedral as you made your way toward the bridge.

In truth, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he caught up to you. But that was his favorite part of being with you: he got to live in the present.

You could both deal with the moment when it came. For now, Claude would enjoy the moment he was living in.

#fe claude #claude von riegan #claude x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fiction #fe3h #fe3h x reader #fe3h claude x reader #fe claude x reader #claude von riegan x reader #fe #fe16 #fluff #fe x reader

[glittertomb]

(There’s a fun exercise for expelling negative energy in bold font at the bottom if you don’t have the time or energy to read all of this)

I’ve been trying to live my life by the seasons more… such as shopping for seasonal crops, decorating my home festively, changing my altar with more regularity, following the moon and different celestial periods more carefully, celebrating holidays and practicing rituals instead of letting them pass me by, preparing myself and my space for upcoming changes, and fully immersing myself in different activities for the current weather… ✨so✨I decided to have a little Mabon celebration last night even though I’m in the middle of a chaotic move and torn between three places.

I spent all day methodically cleaning and preparing my new space, which was both coincidental and intentional because I’m unpacking boxes and cleansing myself of stuff I don’t need and organizing the things I do need in an aesthetically pleasing but functional way. And when I tuckered myself out I went into the backyard (yay, I finally have a yard 🥺🙏🏻) to commune with nature and eat wild apples while keeping an eye on my exploring housecat. Then I made an eggplant, cauliflower, bok choy, ginger, and green pepper stirfry to enjoy with my sister and her boyfriend (and he made onigiri which was so so tasty), and we drank witches brew and watched the live action One Piece and it was really cozy and cute. But now I’m getting to the part I’m really excited to tell you about! It starts out a bit sad but gets good, I promise.

I have a lot of old trauma that’s manifested itself in awful ways into my body such as chronic pain, chronic nausea, vagus nerve issues, and crippling anxiety, and all of this has recently culminated into the worst my health has ever been. Unfortunately, I was so deep in medical debt from surgeries, doctor appointments, medications, natural remedies, coping devices, therapy appointments, and disorder testing for almost 10 years (which sadly amounted to neither answers nor reprieve), that I couldn’t afford more care or to take time off so I could try to heal, so I was not only still suffering but feeling completely hopeless. On top of all of that, I just went through half a year of horror because I moved in with an old, dear friend who turned out to not be so dear as I thought and he was manipulative, moody, narcissistic, codependent, judgmental, filthy, and disrespectful of my boundaries, so my hair was falling out in clumps due to stress and I wasn’t taking care of my body because I was genuinely afraid to use the bathroom, kitchen, and other living spaces. This friendship loss was really discouraging because I’ve had to let go of both of my best friends this calendar year as well for reasons I don’t want to go into, but let’s just say that they were both habitually selfish, inconsiderate, and emotionally immature, so even though I love them and miss them terribly I had to move on. As if that were not enough, my job was taxing physically, mentally, and emotionally, and was not respecting my scheduling or disability boundaries, and because of staffing issues I felt obligated to work these ridiculous 12+ hour shifts because no one else could or would. All this to say that I felt like a broken-down, miserable, rotten, and weary version of myself and had lots of bitterness, hopelessness, negative energy, and old trappings to release myself from; so moving into a new space right at the change of the seasons would be a perfect time to do it!

What I decided to do when I went back home after dinner was write a list of things I wanted to expel, and I encourage you to do so as well! This can be bad habits, old mentalities, feelings of self-doubt, relationships that no longer serve you, just anything that’s holding you back from the life you want to live. I noted where I would experience sensations in my physical body as I wrote these things down (for example, as I was writing to you above about these friendships, I felt an ache in my chest and a burning sensation in my arms and throat), because that’s where the body is internalizing these feelings and where you’ll have to do extra work in the release process. Now it’s time for the fun part!

First, I played Shake it Off by Taylor Swift and danced, focusing on literally shaking off the old energy from parts of my body where I was experiencing negative physical sensations. I think this song is a great place to start because you can feel pretty silly doing this at first, but the whole vibe of this song is “who cares about looking silly and who cares about what the haters think”. I’m kinda my own biggest hater and have a ton of self doubt, so I actually had to go for a second round of this song until I started feeling comfortable enough, and hey, that’s okay!

Once I got into the grove, I played Dust Me Off by Tilly & the Wall and continued to dance, shake my body, and dust off all the sadness, fear, doubt, anger, hurt, and anxiety that I’ve been holding on to for so so so long. I’m allowed to forgive myself for old transgressions. I’m allowed to move on from ancient painful memories. I’m allowed to put down old habits, feelings, friendships, and places and open myself up to new ones!

Now that I was really releasing, it was time to get spiritual with Shake it Out by Florence Welch. I shook, I spun around, I flailed, until I cast off the “devil on [my] back” and let myself sway to the end of the song. It was cathartic, it was healing, it was soothing, it helped me work off that cookie I had after dinner, and afterwards I had a really wonderful sleep and woke up feeling more empowered to take on the day.

It was such a good exercise that I wanted to share it with everyone and I will definitely be revisiting it next time I’m feeling stagnated, overburdened, or depressed. I’m going to continue in the spirit of Mabon today with a little bit of tea, meditation, and maybe even decorating my altar with some early-autumn leaves, so don’t feel like it’s too late to try this just because Mabon was technically yesterday. 😊🍁🧡

And p.s. Feel free to message me other songs about shaking out the old or dusting off bad feelings. I’m inspired to make a playlist.

P.p.s. It’s in a little bit of a different vein but I just remembered Sweeping Spell by Faun Fables, which is about sweeping out old energies and cleaning up your home while you prepare for the dark season. 🧹🧹🧹

P.p.s.s. I first learned about releasing trauma through physical movement when reading The Body Keeps the Score, but that book is a bit tiresome and the author is a problematic old man, so I will post a list of better books to read on the subject soon 💜💜love yous and I hope you experience more peace after doing this!

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 160 Rundown

Spy X Family: This one’s a relatively serious affair focusing on Yuri tailing a guy that’s forging propaganda which seems like a lot of work considering if you can’t find a government doing something shitty, especially one of these turn of the century police states, you’re probably not looking hard enough. Still it’s a nice change of pace for this to be pretty light on comedy and have Yuri methodically watch this guy be a douche but someone that cares about his family and arrest the guy but still want to help his family at the end of the day. It’s also a neat little release that when he goes to visit Yor Anya basically reads the whole episode from his mind and feels sorry for him and basically all his logic goes out the window once Yor praises him. The remainder of the episode is a little short of the in-universe tv show Bondman basically making itself a harem anime like ‘The 100 Girlfriends and the Spy who really really really really really really loved them’ and it’s just becoming more and more questionable that this is where Anya’s worldview comes from, maybe she’d be better off watching Becky’s soap operas after all, though at least Bondman does still promote a sense of borderless globalism and peace which has got to be a hard sell in this world specifically but it’s a good influence on kids like Anya who are going to grow up healing from decades of nationalism and war. Then there’s also like three 4koma-ass omake style things with quick jokes, they’re okay, never been a huge fan of the 4koma style since they kinda reuse punchlines for effect and don’t have as much setup.

Inuyasha: It’s a “Kagome returns to the present” episode with some ‘Inuyasha talked about Kikyo for five seconds so Kagome’s moody’ thrown in honestly these are usually pretty solid comedy-wise though this one does kinda suffer from getting caught in the Kikyo spiral that’s been getting less and less coherent as Kagome’s character’s developed and they continue to get mad at Inuyasha for… being happy she’s not literally dead? Either way it’s got some good physical comedy of Inuyasha trying to fix a bike that has the same vibes as the ‘Goku doing normal shit with the powers of a god’ episodes of DBZ which is always a treat, and apparently for some reason he can’t use the Adamant Barrage in the present which I don’t think was ever explained but it’s fine since the present basically doesn’t exist in canon past a certain point so the filler can say whatever it wants. The other half of the comedy comes from Kagome’s friends wanting to meet Inuyasha and finally seeing him and… kinda having a completely normal conversation with him by complete accident, like Inuyasha’s chill/oblivious enough to not say anything too stupid and it’s really funny how they recognize him from the cultural festival arc like the filler’s been quietly having its own story about Kagome’s friends learning more about her exploits and it’s a nice little throughline even if it doesn’t amount to anything, though it does draw a more clear line around the Inuyasha/Kagome/Hojo love triangle they had in the beginning since Kagome has officially confessed to Inuyasha at this point and her friends draw a line that despite not entirely being sure about Inuyasha they like him well enough and Hojo is officially out. I’ve said it before but I really wanted Yashahime to give us a well-adapted Hojo with a cool wife that loves him because he’s a sweet boy and did not deserve all the romantic yanking around this story gave him.

Yu Yu Hakusho: It’s time for Yomi versus Shura and this didn’t go how I thought it would at all. Like I don’t remember this arc very well and only saw a couple episodes of it to begin with but yeah, Yomi vs Shura is just a series of DBZ moves with Yomi going ‘DO YOU YIELD!?’ and beating the shit out of his child in a more mild recreation of that scene from Invincible. Shura has the shonen protagonist spirt and doesn’t back down but Yomi’s eventually just like ‘bro I am literally going to kill you if you say you won’t give up one more time’ and Shura gives up so like… what was the point of any of that? Like Yomi was going easy on him to teach him shit but didn’t really teach him anything and Shura’s spirit is admirable but gets broken at the end so like what was the point of the ‘I have a secret son who’s super strong I swear’ plotline? Like the reason I didn’t predict things going this way was because… it kinda doesn’t make sense, like the new mystery character is supposed to have an impact on the tournament not get kicked out before it starts, this’d be like if that guy with Dakrai got beaten before he even got to fight Ash. I don’t know I’m just kinda confused about where the arc is going and Yusuke fights a giant cat demon for like five seconds, like it feels like the arc doesn’t have a lot of time but it keeps inventing filler fights to pad things out anyway.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Geto squares off against Megumi Sr. to avenge Riko and turns out JJH has the same flaw back then that it does now where if you’re just some dude and know where to look you can kinda just walk right in and since Megumi Sr. is the ultimate love child of Rock Lee and Tenten and is able to hide his pocket dimension spirit like he’s smuggling drugs at an airport terminal, he can just poke his head right in no problem. You’d think they’d fix that flaw considering it’s the exact same one Mahito used to steal the fingers and the womb brothers. But yeah Megumi Sr. kicks Geto’s ass, considering his two major losses are this and a kid with an angry girlfriend and two weeks of sword training I’m starting to doubt his claim to being the ‘strongest’ with Gojo. Megudad delivers Riko’s body to the crazy cult and picks up his money and FUCKING GOJO is just standing outside the building like ‘sup’ like he’s still covered in his own blood and shit and it’s great cause he’s just high off his ass like full Gear Fifth laughing and not caring about anything. Turns out Gojo works on Aizen rules and almost dying makes him stronger because it let him figure out the healing techniques and considering that’s a whole half of his power that just opened up plus the fact he can multiply that half with the half he already had to be exponentially stronger he’s gonna kick Megumi Sr’s ass with the power of MATH. Just a full on SAO Abridged ‘MY NUMBERS ARE HIGHER THAN YOURS’ deal and he blows Dadgumi a new chest hole, between this and how Geto’s defeated I think the author just really likes the ‘blow an arm and half their chest off’ pose. He tells Gojo about Megumi on a whim, though maybe for some fleeting pity for his son despite Gojo having every reason to go and kick the kid in the nuts and watch him be sold off to slavery for what his dad did. Still with the final stinger we find Geto’s found Daddad’s cursed spirit and finds Gojo with all the HappyHappyists cheering for him for grabbing Riko’s corpse. Gojo’s just like ‘you know I’m pretty high right now, could probably just murder all these cultist and not be torn up inside about it’ and we show that despite both their foundations being rocked, Geto’s still on the side of not wanting to hurt normal people even as Gojo’s starting to teeter on the edge.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off: Ramona continues the Great Scott Pilgrim Investigation of whatever the fuck year this is supposed to be, I forget. This time the focus is Lucas Lee, movie star and potential Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater secret character. Now something that’s been going on in the background that I haven’t really mentioned is what appears to be a multidimensional robot feeding Scott’s dumbest acquaintance a script of what is presumably the original Scott Pilgrim series which is now getting made into a movie which would presumably be the original live action movie or at least similar to it. The funny part is Lucas plays Scott instead of himself and they have a good amount of fun with the who plays who deal like Lucas getting in more trouble for dating a 31 year old actress playing a teenager than Scott got in for dating an actual teenager and the whole thing has an Ember Island Players vibe with everyone kind of picking at how their performances are adapted and how things they do are unrealistic in retrospect. There’s a big skateboard fight with paparazzi ninjas because that’s just the kind of series this is, and Ramona gets what she needs to clear Lucas while getting a good flashback of humanizing their relationship. Gotta say though, I mentioned this last time and while the Exes do seem to be entitled jerks who mostly feel they own Ramona, she DOES seem to be REALLY bad at ending relationships and really flighty about who she’s interested in, like she herself claims she’s different now and I have no clue what might’ve caused that change because if it’s just Scott being adorkable I think I’d puke but yeah while it doesn’t really justify creating a whole evil Evangelion council dedicated to claiming dominion of a single American girl, I kinda get the frustration these guys have that engendered that kind of anger if Ramona’s just hopping around without actually communicating the end of these relationships, like girl seems like she’s got some issues.

Ranking of Kings: This one’s a follow-up to last week’s episode about Ouken with his presumably filler friend Fren breaking the Underworld Law about monsters not being allowed above the surface. Long story short he and a bunch of his friends stage his death so he can search and the gist that the guys are like ‘oh yeah it’s over there where Bosse is’ and Fren considers his job done and Desha and Despa are like ‘well we already killed Fren so whoever this guy is giving us helpful info must be an imposter so get out of her losers’. And it’s just like… so many questions, like Fren barely looks monstrous but apparently he’s not allowed on the surface but the bulky probably monstrous order of the underworld knights are? Also like all this for something we could assume the kings could find out on their own like Miranjo’s not a huge secret and they never even establish how Fren found out about her so this could’ve been an email if Desha and Despa were doing their best to look for demon traces idk, even when we get new content from this season it feel like Naruto filler where it’s like ‘here’s a backstory for something that you could’ve assumed was common sense’. The other bit is about the underworld guards training Despa’s fat horse so that’s kind of dumb amusement I guess.

Vinland Saga: Snake gets Thorfinn patched up after his little run-in and gives him a blast of good old Conqueror’s Haki to let him know he means business about trying to kill him so Thorfinn flashes back to Askeladd and unconsciously snaps into battle mode to defend himself, proving to Snake that all his talk about not wanting to live anymore wasn’t true which is more of a shock to Thorfinn than anyone else, since he wonders why he would want to live and why he’s alive at all. The farm doctor treats Thorfinn and gives him a new shirt and gives him the day off and they make a point of saying how Thoffin never says thank you and rarely responds to anyone given growing up on a ship full of pirates that he wanted to murder probably didn’t help his etiquette and social skills. Still when Thorfinn just jumps back in to chopping trees, Einar has enough info now to piece his story together and asks Thorfinn if he’s been to war and if he’s killed anyone. Thorfinn basically gives him the less glib version of the ‘how many breads have you eaten?’ speech and given the time period and Thorfinn’s penchant for killing I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s killed more than he’s eaten breads. He acknowledges that he’s exactly like the people that burned down Einar’s village and he has every right to hate him. That night Einar’s thinking about just snapping Thorfinn’s neck to make himself feel better even though he had nothing to do with it, sort of a revenge by proxy. It’s kind of a neat parallel that now Thorfinn is the one waiting to be killed in his sleep like his first night with Askeladd, though by contrast Thorfinn actually is really asleep and having a nighmare about the grandma from the beginning of the series and all the other people he directly or indirectly murdered and how fighting for his life gradually made him think nothing of killing whether they were innocents or combatants. Einar sees how much the dream is tearing Thorfinn up and how much he regrets killing and realizes that he’s not like the people who killed his family, at least not anymore, and wakes him up. He tells Thorfinn that he won’t ever know if something good can come from living if he dies and he’s definitely in a better place now than he was, so there’s no reason to carry on about wanting to die, and no reason for Einar to hate him directly since he wasn’t responsible for what happened to his village. Thorfinn notably thanks Einar for waking him, showing he definitely is a little better off now and is starting to accept human connection again little by little or at least is willing to make an effort to. Also we see Canute doing cool guy shit around so it’ll be fun to catch up with him next time.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Spy X Family #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Jujutsu Kaisen #Scott Pilgrim Takes Off #Ranking of Kings #Vinland Saga

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober Day 26- Collar

Three more left after this. Come on. I can do this.

A billion thanks to @starsandskies for all of her Kinktober prompts which I had to make new masterlist for! Because my old one ran out o links. Apparently a hundred links in the max for a Masterlist.

Enjoy.

The Moura’s Collar

The Great Hunt Begins.

You were one of the first generations born after the convergence only fifty years prior. And while this new supersphere was amazing, many of you were still exploring it. And in those fifty years, you all realized you could enjoy the water producing skyland but also go down even farther and explore the surface and recede your wings and look like a kind of peoples that were known as "humans". Your parents told you that your homeworld was a much smaller world, and the surface was nothing but water. And that red was starting to stain the inky blue waters of home and killing off the waterpeoples of your homeworld. So while your family and all the living things from your homeworld converged onto this great supersphere. That meant that here, there was dry land to explore. And creatures of all kinds that thanks to the magical sun here, you and your kind could transform yourselves into the creatures known as 'birds' but also 'angels' on account of your natural human like appearance with your wings sprouted out.

So far, every peoples of the surface captured birds as food items. And when you touched down as "angels". You were swarmed by the surface dwelling humans to heal the sickness, these large black boils that covered their bodies that afflicted them. At first you interbred with pheonixes to burn whoever tried to hunt you, but the temptation to be on the surface was still too great to ignore. So to keep yourselves safe, you simply pulled your wings back into your body so that you would appear no different than the other humans and be able to walk among them in anomynity.

But so far the moura’s greatest weakness was food since a moura's sense of smell was quite keen. To smell the smoke of things cooking over fires made many of you want to come to the surface to eat it because while the sun gave you all the food and energy you needed, you could still transform the clouds into magnificent palaces and only recently had it been discovered that you could turn the very surface rock into gold and exchange that gold for food, and even gift that gold, molded into pretty little shapes as wedding gifts to be allowed into wedding feasts and festivals the surface dwellers hosted.

You were only a teenager of 17, one of dozens crashing a wedding feast when you were singled out on the dance floor by a ridiculously good looking young man who asked you to dance and you found yourself saying yes. He was dressed spectacularly and he was the brother of the groom and one of the groomsman but not the best man. He was charming and lively and flattered you all night. You danced until your feet were sore but you were young and enchanted yourself by a pretty face. He was wearing the most bewitching cologne too. And you ended up eating from the same plate as him at the feast itself. He ordered you glass after glass of the best wine and heavily spiced foods. But then, one of the last glasses of wine he had you drink tasted weird and before you knew it, you were feeling incredibly drowsy for just a moment, then- blackness. 

When you awoke, you found yourself in a cage, with a strange collar around your neck and other special cuffs around your wrists that were chained to your neck and in turn you were chained to inside the cage and outside of the cage which was in turn was chained to the walls. You could tell you were in a basement of some kind. But there was a large hole in the center of the room where sunlight was streaming down and bouncing off a series of mirrors to beam onto you so that you could recharge from the sunlight. But because of its refracted nature, it was not as powerful as normal sunshine and not nearly as warm but there was no other lightsource in the room, no fire, no candles, nothing and you could not see out into the darkened area at all. 

“Good, you’re awake.” The man from last night smirked when you woke up before your moura cloak instantly became armor over your body but you did not have your actual moura collar, that had been taken off from your neck since the moura cloak had attached itself to you just below where the collar naturally grew from. The cloak itself was your clothing while in human or angel form. But it was the collar that gave you the ability to change from one form to the other.  But otherwise all your other gifts and abilities stayed with you.

Instead, you looked out and saw and felt that he had it as realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

Oh no.

He had lured you and captured you. He had used that feast to do so. You had known others that had already been caught by the collar but regained it once they turned their own body size and weight of surface rock into gold for their captors before they were set free. You were now the next victim. The surface dwellers were becoming too clever. They were now actively hunting you in human form now too. They must be using the gold you possessed as clues as to who and what you really were.

And with him wearing your moura collar, you were now bound to him. Because to mouras and their culture- collars were usually traded with a moura’s mate to signify their union as a couple. As were the laws which governed mouras like you. You were still very young and unmarried, only the men in your household could challenge him and by the looks of his battered state, he already had and had won. 

You were his prize. 

The more this unfolded in your brain the more you withdrew into yourself until you were in a small coiled ball. Without your collar, you could not transform into a bird form as only the cloak would still change into your clothes. But the collar was what you were born with that gave you that ability to shape shift. You were stuck in a human woman’s form. 

“What do you want from me?” You asked him, tears pricking your eyes. 

“I want you to turn everything I bring to you, into gold.” He said simply as he got up and came closer as did a woman next to him. You noticed their matching wedding rings, which you were sure he had not been wearing the night before. He was already married and his wife was already with child. Such a dirty trick.

“You do not wish to marry me so that I can bear your children also?” You asked wearily before the wife gave him a dangerous look. 

“No. All I want you to do is to turn everything I give you into gold.” He repeated. 

“How much gold until I’m free?” You asked him. 

“I’ll let you know when you’ve done it.” He answered. 

“What’s your name?” You asked him, although with this collar, it was very hard to talk, you could only whisper. You knew there was no way you could call out to anyone. 

“Lord Unsae will be the only thing you will call me Moura.” He stated.

Great, he didn’t really care what your name was. All you were, was a moura to him. Prized because you had the ability to turn sunshine into gold as indicated by the finger nail on your pinky finger being painted gold that all mouras wore when they were in a human form and the fifth feather in your wings being gold. That all you needed to do was to touch the pinky finger tip to any object and wish it to be gold, and it would turn into gold. But you had power over this ability and would only “turn it on” when you needed gold to exchange for coins on the surface, otherwise your kind stayed in the clouds themselves. 

But now- no more. You were bound and chained, literally. And the collar around your neck now was heavy and unkind and dug into your skin, impossible to get off because it was made out of natural gold. And natural gold to a moura behaved like any other hard metal. Moura gold behaved like wet clay in a moura's hands. But since it was already gold, you could not transform it into moura gold and take it off. You were stuck here.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years and years turned to decades. You could see your reflection age in the mirror and Lord Unsae aged as well. He aged with more grace than all his rivals because it was your moura collar he wore disguised as special necklace around the back of his neck that helped him do it. He in time made his already large estate into a mansion around you and then a palace. But the room you were in remained the same and such work was done far away from you so that you were never discovered by any other than the Lord’s family. 

He brought you mud bricks that you made into gold bars, he brought you his enemies and after years of abuse, you stopped fighting as he pressed your golden pinky to them and turned even his enemies into solid gold statues which he then smashed and melted down into more gold.

Because of the collar you wore over your own neck, you could hardly talk, let alone speak and the only times you had any contact with other people were the maids who brought you food once a day and a bar of soap and a small basin of water so you could bathe yourself once a week. You combed your hair with your fingers, mindlessly braiding it over and over to fill your time. The isolation was the worst of the torture. You felt you lost your sanity many times. And with the cramped cage, your muscles atrophied and Lord Unsae only fed you enough to keep you alive. Because you were a moura, you never got sick and because he wore your collar, neither did he. But you were sure even if you were to become sick, he would never bring you a doctor. You got just enough sunlight to turn what he brought you into gold and to keep yourself barely alive. 

But you prayed, silently, every day for him to die. You called down so much evil on him and his household, but it was as if the gods never heard you, you were too far away and too concealed for them to hear you, if they even existed any more.

Many sons and daughters were born to him, and they in turn grew up and got married and had children of their own and their children grew up to have children of their own and so forth. All of them looking at you with evil grins because they all felt they owned you. 

Except for one. 

The great grandson of Lord Unsae. He was only 5 the first time he saw you. He did not look at you with the same air of ownership. Instead he saw you for what you had become, a caged animal, worked to the brink of death. He had done something naughty, his punishment was to bring you your daily meal and while he looked intimidated, his eyes showed his sympathy, something you had not seen since your time in the clouds.

"Hello." He greeted you. 

"Hi." Your voice croaked as you tried to greet him back, amazed that you even knew a language anymore. 

After this moment, he came to you every day, he read to you, and befriended you and snuck you more food so that you wouldn’t be skin and bones anymore. He taught you how to read and write in his language, since he himself was learning it from his tutors.

Then one day a few years later, he came down, a determined look in his eyes. 

“Great Grandfather is finally dying and right now, my parents and their siblings are fighting for who will wear your collar next. I’ve been asking about your kind, I have found that if you pitch yourself into a fire- you can be reborn, and his cloak will turn to dust while yours will be reborn with you. That is why no candle or fire has been allowed to burn in here all this time! No one has noticed that I have taken the key- I will build a fire as fast as I can and you must throw yourself into it and fly through this hole in the palace.” He said as he was already loading as much would as he could into the fire place and as much tinder as possible before he lit it and then used the key to finally unlock your restraints before the cage unlocked and you came tumbling out. 

“Move,” you pleaded after he got the collar off and you took the last of your strength and used your pheonix fire to light the wood ablaze before he helped push you into the flames. 

The heat of the flames was a welcome change to the freezing cold you had known all these decades and you welcomed the release from your old woman form. 

And in moments, you were reborn a white dove. Young and full of life again.

“Goodbye my friend,” you bid him before you flew as fast as your wings could carry you and flew faster than his family could run and race down the stairs. You prayed that he wouldn’t be punished too severely for being the most kind in his family of vicious beasts. 

You flew as fast as you could over the sprawling city that was definitely not there when you were taken as a slave. 

You flew until an arrow nearly struck you down and soon there were more arrows coming from just about every direction and one grazed you and suddenly you were falling and you did your best to at least glide in a direction away from the city to the darkness of the country. You were saved from the light of the full moon, healing you partially so that you could continue to fly, spooking a flock of birds from their roosts as they too took to the skies as you did your best to shift and get lost among them before they too seemed to drop from the skies by getting shot at from flying at your sides. 

You were flying as fast as you could before you heard even more arrows loose, these were especially close and you dipped and dove to weave between them but despite your own dexterity and nimbleness, there were just too many of them and you were struck again and you began to fall from the skies and fell right into the chimney of a house in the woods and the fall knocked you around as you fell down the chimney but thankfully you were able to transform smaller from a white dove into a white hummingbird and managed to miss the embers of the flames before landing with a squeak on the stone floor in front of the fireplace. 

“What the fuck?” You heard a growling grunt as you did your best to search for a place to hide before you managed to hobble under a dresser and try to hide as the occupant fumbled with a match to light his bedside table lamp before he used it to look around the room before he noticed a spot of soot on his floor before there was a tiny trail of it leading to his dresser. 

“What in the world?” He whispered as he got down on the floor to investigate it as you did your best to hide from his sight but even for his large size he was able to lay on the floor and look under the dresser and see your broken and battered form trying to limp to a side out of sight. 

“Oh you poor thing, what’s a little gem like you doing under there?” He cooed softly as the tenderness of his tone of voice gave you a moment of pause as you looked out at him and noticed he was an orc, obviously a friendly one though. 

“It’s ok little jewel, you’re alright.” He assured you as he then got up and picked up the giant dresser to reveal you. 

“You’re ok, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He assured you as he then scooped you up into his large hands with all the gentleness he had as you seemed to want to melt into the warmth of his palm before there was a knock on his door which made him instinctively cover you with his hands protectively before he gently put you into the pocket of his tunic over his chest before he threw a robe on and answered the door. 

“What?!” He snarled and the poor bastards at his door quaked with fear. 

“Orc, has a bird flown into your house?” They asked before he frowned down at them. 

“You knock on strangers' doors in the middle of the night to ask strange questions?” The orc asked them. 

“Well you see, we’re hunting a special kind of bird, it is a bird that can change itself, be an eagle one moment and be a dove the next.” They specified. 

“Never heard of such a thing.” The orc frowned deeper. 

“Look we will pay you ten pieces of copper if we can examine your chimney and your house, because we are sure we shot one down and it landed on your house or perhaps in your house and it may be stuck in the chimney.” They offered. 

“Why hunt for such a bird to begin with and why hunt it at night?” The orc asked warily. 

“Um...Because a very rich man has put a bounty on one if we find it and we believe we caught one.” They explained. 

“And how much is he offering?” The orc asked curiously as you sunk deeper into his pocket and bowed your head in defeat, he might just be liable to hand you over right then and there for even a tenth of what you imagined the price would be, or he'll turn you in for the whole amount himself. 

“...fifty copper pieces,” they lied as the orc frowned deeper still at them as you raised your head, that didn’t sound...right. 

“Only fifty copper pieces just so you could spend ten of them looking through my house even if you’re not positive it’s in here?” The orc repeated disbelievingly. 

“Look, it’s a great skill to just capture one, we’ll be famous if we do. That’s what’s really important here and we’re positive it’s in your house or at least in your chimney or even on your roof, there’s no sign of it anywhere else.” They tried to justify. 

“Well let me at least get pants on.” He said as he shut the door and did get some pants before he silently moved the dresser back into place and smudged the soot on the floor with his foot to hide your entry before he opened the door and opened his palm before they paid their ten copper pieces and they started scouring his simple house as he folded his arms over his chest, his hand subtly cupping around you so that even if you did move, they wouldn’t be able to see it as he mentally hoped that you would stay quiet and still in his pocket while they looked.

You practically held your breath and closed your eyes and mentally cried out to every god who would listen to not let this orc reveal you.  

“Did you hear anything perhaps hit your roof?” They asked hopefully before the orc heard people climbing on his roof and frowned at their footsteps on it. 

“Nope, but if they put a hole in the roof, they're paying to fix it.” The orc shook his head no with a glare at his own ceiling before narrowing his eyes at the intruders who gulped and assured them that if they damaged anything, they would replace it and buy him something newer and better than what he already had.

"So did you hear anything hit your roof or your chimney?" They asked.

“No. I'm a heavy sleeper.” He offered. 

“Then why were you up?” They asked. 

“I had to take a shit. What business of yours is it?” He snarled angrily before they ducked away because they could tell his patience was wearing thin and they were already pushing their luck getting this far. 

“Well… If anything does come out of that chimney, we’ll be staying at the Fire Poke Inn in Griswalk.” They offered since that was the orc's village nearby before they left.

Once they were gone and the orc made sure all of them were gone and off of his roof and actually leaving and not trying to stay behind somewhere before he checked on his animals to make sure they were ok. He went back inside and he peeked into his pocket to see you blinking up at him practically smiling at him in gratitude before he reached in to scoop you up out of his pocket, still ever gentle with you. 

"Let's get you cleaned up little jewel." He offered before he got a shallow bowl and poured some warm water in it and got a bar of soap.

You happily dipped in the water before you rubbed yourself onto the soap and did your best to clean yourself in your bird form because you would be damned if you ever showed your true form until you were safely back home.  

"You really are a little jewel, you look like a piece of white opal. But don’t worry, you’re safe here." The orc appraised as he noticed how your white feathers shimmered and flashed the most exquisite colors over the white along with your tiny dark turquoise eyes as he bent over and laid his head on his folded arms on the bench he had put you on and continued to watch you clean yourself in curious amusement.

Once you had washed all the soot and dirt off before you tried to dry off on the fabric of his robe before he lifted his hand slowly before he gently used the tip of his finger to pet you before he noticed that you had a bare ring around your neck, like you had been wearing a collar and he could see gold shimmering dots on the skin on the back of your neck. 

"What kind of horrible person would put a collar on a hummingbird?" He asked himself rhetorically before he got some medicinal goup that he had made to smear on his own cuts and the wounds of his animals and tried to wipe it on your neck which you stretched out and let him do. It stung a little at first before it felt cool on your skin and you knew just by the smell that it was homemade healing balm.

For the first time, you felt at peace and safe. You rested in his warm palm as he did his best to try to find something to make a little nest out of but couldn’t find anything of the few possessions he had that were suitable before he noticed you were fast asleep in his warm palm before he got back into bed and gently moved you to the center of his chest which made you wake up before you sleepily but happily walked from his palm to his chest and curled up in his soft chest hair before you settled back into sleep. 

The next morning there was another loud banging knock on the door which woke you up before you did your best to crawl back into the orc’s pocket as you shook with terror. 

“It’s ok little jewel, I’ll get rid of those pesky bastards.” He breathed in a whisper as he got up and put his robe back on.

“What?!” The orc roared as he opened his door and the poor bastards nearly shit themselves when he did.

“Um, did you see any birds in your chimney or perhaps it fell into your fire?” They asked hopefully. 

“Would you pay me another ten pieces of copper if I said yes?” He asked and they shook their heads yes. 

“Then no, the only birds I have are the ones out back and they’re in the coop or on a spit. I haven’t seen any sign of any other.” He answered and even to your ears that sounded like the truth. 

“So what’s so special about this bird again?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against his doorway, his hand once again subtly cupping over you in his pocket. 

“It’s a magic bird, it can change from an eagle to a dove to finch and everything in between, it’s only ever a white bird but it looks like a gemstone, like white opal with the fifth feather on each wing being gold.” One of them answered. 

“Is that so? And a rich man just woke up one morning and decided he wanted one to add to his collection?” The orc guessed and they didn’t shake their heads no and didn’t shake their heads yes either as they gave each other a myriad of meaningful looks to not say anything but the orc could tell he guessed pretty close to the truth. 

“Well, you see he already had it but it escaped its cage and flew away and he wants it back.” They slowly answered. 

“Oh, I see. Well, sorry, can’t help you, you’re more than welcome to pay me another 10 copper pieces to look around if you’d like.” He shrugged before they readily did and looked at his chimney and looked in his ashes. 

“So even if it fell into the fire and burned up you’d be able to offer it’s carcass and get a reward?” The orc asked as he watched them closely. 

“Well, it’s also a bit of a phoenix because even if it dies by fire, it’ll rise from the ashes.” They answered. 

“And only fifty copper pieces to catch such a bird?” The orc repeated before they all looked at each other but didn’t say anything. 

“Uh huh.” The orc grinned knowingly. 

“Look the longer it takes for us to find it, the less the reward will be, we’ll give you an equal share of it, whatever it ends up being, if it does come out of your chimney or whatever. If it’s in the chimney, it won’t be pristinely white, so if any bird comes out of your chimney or fire or whatever, please, catch it and bring it to us.” They pleaded but the orc just raised a brow at them before they realized that they weren’t going to get any further before they looked under the furniture and soon gave up as the others in their party inspected the other birds he had on his property. But obviously, with no success. 

Once they were gone, the orc went ahead and got dressed in some work clothes, setting you down on his table again so he could do so before you transformed into a white cockatiel so you could talk to him easier. 

“Why did you protect me?” You asked him as you watched him before he turned back to realize you had changed and just smiled fondly, you still looked like you were made out of opal though.  

“Because you probably escaped for a reason.” He answered you. 

“What makes you say that?” You asked as you tilted your head before he came over to you. 

“This, you were obviously a slave of some kind.” He mused as he got some more goop and applied it to your neck, granted it was easier now that you were bigger, of course now that he could, he could see that the gold dots on your neck were actually a design of some kind. 

“You’re right, I was a slave.” You confessed as you let your head droop as your wings sagged. 

“Not anymore, and not ever again- hopefully, at least if I can help it.” He reassured you as he gently put his finger under your beak to bring your head back up so he could gently smile at you.

“Although, you’re in pretty poor condition. When you regain your strength, we’ll see about getting you wherever you need to go, surely you have a kind or a home somewhere that you’d like to return to.” He mused before he finished and walked back over to the dresser to pull out more clothes to change into. 

“How can you tell?” You asked him curiously. 

“I keep chickens and waterfowl, most birds are pretty similar, you should be plump, I can see your breastbone from here, you’re practically skin and bones despite your pretty feathers.” He noted. 

“And the nearest rich house is King Unsae, he’s richer than the gods themselves. It wouldn’t surprise me if he has a collection of everything under the sun. It doesn’t matter how much money he’s offering to get you back, he’s a mean son of a bitch even to people he doesn’t own. So I can’t imagine how he must have treated you and if you were able to escape him, I couldn’t live with myself if I had a hand in selling you back into slavery. It’s just not right.” He offered as you laid down on the counter and looked away sadly before you raised your head at that last bit of sentiment. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him, starting to feel better already. 

“So what do you eat?” He asked. 

“I can eat just about anything I suppose.” You answered. 

“That’s good. Even meat and stuff like that?” He asked thoughtfully. 

“I haven’t had meat in forever, yes, I can definitely eat meat.” You practically beamed as you perked up. 

“Well there should still some scraps on the carcass on the spit.” He said as he came and picked you up to bring you over to it before you got off the spit and began to dig in. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him again. 

“You sure are a polite little thing.” He chuckled as he checked the dough fermenting and rising in a large bowl on the counter before he restoked the fire next to you since the spit swung out from the fireplace. 

“You give me reasons to be.” You returned as you continued to pick the carcass clean. 

“How many chickens do you have?” You asked curiously as you walked around the carcass to make sure you got every little bit. 

“Pft, well over two hundred, probably closer to three hundred. I breed them, both for food and for eggs and most of my clutches already hatched so the hens are back to laying regular eggs.” He answered. 

“The name is Garth by the way.” He introduced himself. 

“What’s your name?” He repeated before you tried to remember what you used to be called before you were in Lord Unsae’s servitude. 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head. 

“It’s been too long to remember.” You confessed. 

“Opal?” He suggested before you nodded in agreement to that as he put on his apron and started to knead some bread dough and make his own breakfast. 

He smiled fondly at you before he left for a moment and returned with a handful of eggs and he went back to the fire and took you and the carcass off the spit so he could use it to put his cooking pots and pans on it and set the carcass on the counter so you could still continue to glean what you could off of it before for the first time in years, you were full. 

You watched curiously as he cooked himself some breakfast and once it was done he offered you some of everything he cooked which you graciously took and ate until you were absolutely stuffed, your croup bulging from your neck for the first time in years.  

“Well, wanna join me while I do my chores?” He asked. 

“Sure.” You readily agreed before he picked you up and put you back into his pocket, even in this form, you could easily fit all of yourself into his pocket and even hung onto the edge of the pocket like a woodpecker hanging onto a tree with your head poking out and looking at everything and taking advantage of his body heat. Once you left the house you noticed how there were literally at least a couple hundred chickens all around the house as most hens now had at least a dozen chicks each of a rainbow of colors, all foraging in the grass and in the woods beyond as there was a small cart path in the grass that led to his house from the road. 

“Wow.” You breathed in awe before he took you to the various henhouses he had to collect all the other freshly laid eggs, filling huge baskets full. 

“Wow, I didn’t know eggs could come in so many colors.” You noted from his pocket which made him crack a grin. 

“Yeah, they come in all kinds of colors.” He agreed as you picked the different ones up to show you as you noticed they came in a rainbow of hues. From white to cream to super light pale pink to all kinds of tans and browns, some speckled even and others so dark brown they looked like they could be made out of chocolate. Others were every shade of green and greenish blue and some still were pure blue! Then he went to other coops where game birds were, game birds and quails to collect their eggs too, their eggs got put into a special shallow bowl. He even had a pond on his property where he kept ducks and geese and even a few turkeys around and got thier eggs too as you saw all the baby ducks and geese and swans swim in the large pond next to his house as they were tame enough to take food from him.

“I really landed in the right place, you have all kinds of birds.” You mused. 

“Yeah you did.” Garth chuckled as you watched as he took care of all of his animals.

He had a few pigs, and a couple of milking cows and a few goats and sheep too. He even had two big draft horses and you could tell he actually loved his animals, calling most of them by name and treating them with tender loving care and used excellent husbandry skills to make sure all of them were in good health and well fed.

Once he was done taking care of them, he went through his garden and harvested some produce from it and once he was done with that, he went through his eggs and organized them by color and size then he took some wild flowers and ground them up to give you orange cheeks and put some tumeric in water and had you take a bath so that you were all yellow so you looked like a normal cockatiel then hitched up a horse into his buggy and rode into town, the orc town of Griswalk, to sell his eggs. 

But once there, he noticed some men he recognized from King Unsae post a reward poster, offering 5 thousand gold pieces for “a white magical bird’s return" in the town’s square. You looked worriedly from the poster up to him. Now that was a sum that would make any man think twice. 

“Don’t you worry none. I can barely read so it's like I don't even see it.” He reassured you as he pet your head tenderly and scratched your head and went about his business.

He sold his eggs to his neighbors and townspeople and using said profits to buy feed and a few supplies and food stuffs, getting compliments on you everywhere he went as kids especially wanted to pet your head from his shirt which you allowed before you noticed that different orcs also had birds too, mostly hawks and owls though, a few with parrots and some with other cockatiels who took a great interest in you. So to see an orc with a cockatiel, wasn’t much of a stretch and seen as normal.

Garth told everyone that he had had you for months and that he had hatched you himself and that it was his first time taking you out of the house as they all marveled at how you could talk, and talk so well like a person. 

“That was fun.” You said once you got back to Garth’s house. 

“Good, I’m glad you had fun. When was the last time you were outside?” He asked. 

“I’m not sure, it’s been a very long time. The only sunshine I ever got was refracted by mirrors.” You answered. 

“Why only refracted sunlight?” He asked. 

“Because I get my magic from sunshine- but he could not risk me being seen through a window. Or else my bretheren may have rescued me sooner.” You answered. 

“What did you do for him?” He asked carefully. 

“I don’t wish to talk about it.” You shook your head no. 

“Ok, then don’t. I don't need to know and if it's painful or uncomfortable to even talk about it, then don't. I was just curious. You don't owe me any kind of explanation." He reassured you, not being upset or mad that you were keeping that information to yourself. 

Over the next few weeks, you grew stronger and bigger and he tended to your wounds and before you knew it, your feathers grew in around your neck again, revealing a gold ring that thanks to the tumeric baths was still yellow like the rest of you. You could fly around his house with ease and bask in the sunshine coming in through the windows, all the while taking tumeric baths to stay yellow.

You often perched yourself on his shoulder and talked with him. The only times he wasn’t with you is when he went to the outhouse or simply let you hang out in the trees when he bathed in the stream that left the lake so that the soapy water wouldn't disturb the animals that kept to the lake itself.

Otherwise you continued to sleep on his chest at night and ate from his plates and bowls and drank from his cups. You really liked the water coming from his well and streams, because it was sweet and delicious. But when those men returned to look for you, you hid in plain sight in his pocket. 

In the meantime the reward for you only increased. What was once 5 thousand pieces of gold turned to 10 then 15 then 20, now it was 25 thousand pieces of gold and there seemed to be a hunt for you and all of them started at Garth’s farm.

Garth continued to rake in his own fortune from people paying to look it over, all of his chickens and other birds looked over and all of his white birds sold for handsome prices. All while you stayed hidden right in his shirt pocket in a beautiful pale yellow and when others asked, he claimed that he had hatched you himself but that you were lame, that your wings were disfigured and broken beyond repair and that there was no way you could have flown before they continued to look elsewhere. 

When you spotted a nest of hawks you got a great idea, you plucked out a few of your own unstained feathers and stuck them in the nest as if looking like you had been fed to the hatchlings and once others came and paid Garth to climb all of his trees, your “remains” were found. 

The new King Unsae’s wrath burned so badly you could practically feel the heat from his great castle from your place in Garth’s home. But instead of being in fear, you felt happy that he was never going to get you or any other moura into his palace ever again. The new King Unsae begrudgingly paid a few gold coins just for the feathers and ordered that the reward posters be taken down and gave up. But even he was aged and quickly died, before his son followed him into the grave too. And their many wives quickly following them to death soon after.

Leaving only the boy who had freed you was left to rule in his great grandfather's place. King Edgar Unsae. Now aged 9.

And his first act as king, was that it was now illegal to capture and detain any magical beings, specifically mouras and if any were rumored and found out, they would be put to death. As all the white birds Garth had sold were given back to him for free. Because many didn't even want to chance having a white bird in their possession. But Garth knew that they were just plain birds. No magic, nothing special, other than the color.

And by now Garth had used all that money to expand his humble house and rebuild the roof and even spruced up the barn and bought more land around his farm and his lake and streams and put up many 'no trespassing' signs all around it.

King Edgar Unsae had everyone in his family who had ever had a hand in keeping you bound and captive or kept such knowledge a secret to keep you enslaved- were then kept captive to their own rooms. For what they imposed on you- would be imposed on them until their dying day. And because he was king, and an absolute ruler, he was obeyed without question among his other subjects. Even his own mother was not allowed to rule as his Queen Regent or Consort.

And when his mother staged a coup, with the rest of the remaining family, King Edgar had the very same collar and chains that you had worn for so long were put onto them as punishments as they too were put into the very dungeon you once resided in, with no candles, or fires allowed. They too were confined to cages the exact same size as the one you were kept in and recieved the same treatment they once inflicted on you. And the servants who were once tasked with feeding you were locked in there with them to serve thier duties, so that he alone was the only one left with the guilty memory of how his family came to be royalty and have monarchy. As he then freed every slave in his kingdom and freed every bird in the managerie, just in case any other had been caught accidentally.

And soon those that had once hunted you- moved on and far away so that you would never see them again. As it finally seemed that your prayers were answered, and done so in style.

Then things returned to normal, at least, according to Garth. But by that time, it was now fall. And he was getting his newly improved houes ready for the winter that was fast approaching.

“So where should you be flying home to?” Garth asked one day as he was gathering pumpkins from his garden as you played peekabo from the foliage as he caught sight of birds flying south for the winter and looked back at you with a bittersweet smile, feeling like at any moment, you would do the same.

“I don’t know. Have I overstayed my welcome?” You asked worriedly. 

“No, of course not. You can stay until the end of time if you wanted to. I’m in no hurry to get rid of you, but you’ve been away from home for who knows how long, I’m sure they have missed you.” Garth reassured you. 

“Well it is the fall, I hear how the other orcs ask you if you’re going to be “reaping” this year. Will you?” You asked him curiously as you walked over to him before hopping up on the pumpkin and then climbed up his arm as he lifted it and put it into his wheelbarrow. 

“No, not this year.” He shook his head no. 

“Can I ask what it is and why not?” You asked. 

“Reaping is what we call our tradition of getting a mate.” Garth answered. 

“Oh. Then why don’t you? You have a lovely farm and you’re a respected and cherished member of your society. Your house has good foundations and while it’s humble, it’s charming and cozy and full of love and comfort. You make a good living doing what you do. Don’t you want to share that with anyone?” You asked softly as you rested on his shoulder and looked at him thoughtfully.  

“I already share it with you, I don’t need anyone else.” He reassured you. 

“But I’m no slave to you, I could leave tomorrow.” You softly argued. 

“You could, and I would be grateful I got to be your friend while you were here. And that would be enough.” He insisted and your heart was overcome with warmth while a twinge of guilt remained.

“But don’t you want a mate who could be with you forever or until the two of you part in death right? I’m not..I shouldn’t keep you from that.” You posed as you felt guilty that you were the reason he wasn’t looking for a mate. 

“You’re not keeping me from that. I’m content with what I have and where I am.” He reassured you. 

“I have never met anyone like you, you are content with what you have, even as humble yet dignified as it is. I have never known anyone who was content with what they already have, everyone I’ve ever known has been greedy, always asking for more and more. What makes you so different?” You asked curiously. 

“I grew up poor, I learned early on that life is what you make it, and who you share your life with. Not your possessions. Possessions can be stolen, taken away, bought and sold. LIfe does not result in the stuff you can accumulate. Only the impact you make on others around you.” He professed as he wheeled his produce into his house so he could start preparing it to stay in his root cellar under the house itself.  

“And that’s why I will stay then, but I need you to know what I did for Lord Unsae.” You said as you flew down from his shoulder to the counter in front of him before you extended your wings to show off that fifth golden feather. 

“Have you heard of a moura?” You asked. 

“No,” he shook his head as that made you frown. Surely everyone knew what a moura was. But maybe they all learned their lessons from your example and stopped coming to the surface just in case they get captured and maybe you had been in Lord Unsae’s servitude so long that all memory of your brethren had faded from memory. 

“Have you ever heard of ‘the Midas touch’? That everything Midas touched, turned to gold?” You asked him thoughtfully. 

“Let me guess that’s what those gold feathers are for?” Garth guessed as you nodded your head yes. 

“At first, he asked me to turn everyday objects into gold, then it was mud bricks, stamped and molded into the shape of gold bricks that I would turn for him. Then he used me on his enemies, at first I refused to turn people to gold but he had me bound by chaining me up and no matter how much I struggled, he wore special gold tipped gloves and pushed me onto his enemies and turned them to solid gold at the threat he would break my limbs. Then he broke them down into chunks and melted them down into gold bars and I have been enslaved in his dungeon ever since. I have seen three generations of his family grow up, and a fourth enter childhood. All of them more cruel than he was. Then a few years ago, he finally got really sick, and his young great grandson, Edgar, the only kind person in that family- took over taking care of me, he fed me enough to gain some strength. He’s was only 5 when he started to care for me. Then a few months ago, as his great grandfather lay dying in bed while his children and grandchildren fought and bickered about who would be bound to next, he stole the key. He started a fire and he set me free by pushing me into it and I was reborn as I am. It was very painful but a relief to finally be free. But once I escaped out of the dungeons thorugh the path that the light took to give me refracted sunlight, I did so, only to emerge to find that the once humble house is now a palace and that what was once a small village is now a huge sprawling city. Built by the very gold I turned while enslaved to him..” You confessed as you started crying.

Garth covered his mouth as he stared at you in horror, tears starting to run down his cheeks before he picked you back up to hold you to his chest once again and pet you.

"I swear on my life, that I will never let anything or anyone ever hurt you or enslave you ever again. I will protect you and give up everything I have if it means keeping you safe. I will take you back home and back to your bretheren myself if I have to." He swore before he took you to bed, letting you lay on his chest again and pet you until you fell asleep, cooing soft soothing words to you the whole time. 

Come morning, Garth got the surprise of his life to find you in your true form, a young woman, with wings like an angel, sleeping on his chest. Your long blonde hair falling all over as he gingerly reached out and stroked your soft hair, moving it out of the way on your face and once he did, he felt he could recognize you in your sleeping form. You were practically naked on top of him, wearing a simple silk gown under his covers and he looked down to see your hands as the pinky finger nail was painted gold as your hands were grasping the covers to make sure all of yourself was covered and comfortable as your soft wings were at his sides. He could still recognize the same opalescent shimmer in them, from the few that he could see in the morning light. He gently let his hands settle on the small of your back as he noticed you had some curves and softness to you. He was scared to blink or to really breathe, for fear he was dreaming this. 

How many times had he fantasized that you were more than just a bird, a human or a humanoid kind of person rather? Countless by now. He looked down and realized you were ridiculously gorgeous and he was so unworthy. He was just a poor farmer. He didn’t have much to offer you but a hard life of hard work. But he found himself in a conundrum, should he keep you here and keep you safe? Or let you go and find your family, wherever they were? Then he realized he would probably sell everything he did have to go with you to find where you belonged as he mentally worked out who he could sell everything to before you woke up as your head was over his chest and his heart thumping woke you up. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you woke up and lifted yourself to look around before you looked down at him before you noticed your hands splayed out on his chest supporting you as he looked up at you in both fear and stunned silence. 

“Oh gods,” you began to freak out as you did your best to get off of him and away from him before he gently reached out to keep you near but didn’t actually grab you. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok, you’re ok, I’m not gonna hurt you, no matter what form you take Opal.” He reassured you as he sat up in bed and simply let his hands stroke down your arms as you sat on your knees at the foot of his bed. You looked up at him as the fear slowly left you and you stayed sitting there as your dark aquamarine eyes searched his dark brown ones for any trace of dishonesty and didn’t find any. Still the same old Garth you had come to trust and admire, adore and love.

“You’re not...disappointed I’m not a bird?” You asked warily. 

“No. Not disappointed at all.” He shook his head as he slowly let his hands fall from you now that you weren’t going to flee from him. 

“Relieved though.” He blurted before he could stop himself. 

“Relieved?” You frowned in confusion. 

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled bashfully while his cheeks darkened as you sat on your knees and ducked your head to catch his gaze again.

“I’ve sort of um, been falling in love with you? And I thought I was going crazy falling in love with a shape shifting bird.” He confessed. 

“A moura.” You supplied, a gentle smile on your lips. 

“My kind, they’re called mouras. Kind of like selkies or swan maidens but a little different. The kind of persons that can change their form and shape.” You revealed.

You pulled his blanket tight around you and your wings as you retold what had happened to you the last time you were in this form. And how you had been captured and the true extent of your slavery. You told him more about your kind, where they lived, what they did. And what year you remember it being when you were younger, before Lord Unsae was in your life before Garth told you that that was actually about 200 years ago and that the old King Unsae was practically ancient and had outlived all of his many old wives in that time and all of his previous children too since most humans rarely lived past a hundred since the convergence. And that it was most likely your collar and only your collar that kept that old bastard alive even that long.

But to him, it was like you had barely aged at all, maybe a few years at the most.

The rest of the day was just nothing but awkward as you tried to make breakfast with him and tried to make yourself useful by collecting all the eggs. But thanks to your moura collar and cloak your clothes changed into what you had seen the other women wear in his village but then it was time to go into town to sell the eggs as you wanted to go, but at the same time, weren’t sure you wouldn’t be spotted and immediately turned over as you kept looking at your wings as if you had never seen them before as more and more of your past before your servitude began to come back to mind. But you didn't want to use them. And you feared what others would do or how they would treat you if they saw them.

“You don’t have to come with me into the village.” He excused as you were still trying to sort the last of the eggs as you got used to the weight of your wings again.

“If you don’t want me to, I don’t have to. I don’t want to be spotted, or recognized and turned over.” You shook your head no as you finished up and put them into the special carton he had made out of special paper pulp. 

“You wouldn’t be recognized or spotted. You can literally say you’re a local girl from the city who came to buy chickens from me and decided to come with me to the orc village to see what else they had to offer.” He countered. 

“I don’t even have any money, how would I buy anything? I can’t change gold like I used to. I mean just look at me? No one else looks like me. No one else has these wings. I don’t want anyone to…” You began to spiral as tears glazed your eyes as you sat sideways in his large chair and rebraided your hair, simply out of anxiousness as your wings nervously shook and fluttered but you didn't dare try to use them to fly as they hung down behind the back of the chair.

“I know. And I vowed that you’d never turn anything into gold, ever. And I mean it. You should not feel like you need to earn your keep around here.” He reminded you. 

“But aren’t I going to be eating more than my bird form usually did?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I would certainly hope so. Look, don’t worry. I’ll take care of us. The garden was especially bountiful this year. There will be more than enough food to feed the both of us very well.” He reassured you. 

“So just, hang tight. I’ll go to town, sell what I can, buy what I need and I’ll be back. But when I go, bolt the door and stay inside if you feel safer inside. Or you can still go home if you would prefer.” He offered as you nodded in understanding before he left and you watched from the windows as he did so. But looking around now, you didn't want to go home. Because you felt that if you tried, you'd never be allowed back here again. You loved Garth you wanted his home to be yours too. You wanted to be Garth's mate. And that finally seemed to click. Now that you were in this form, Garth, could in theory, reap you as his mate instead and in an instant, your wings receeded back into your body, much to your relief.

You immediately went outside and got some mud and reformed the same mud bricks you turned all those countless times before. You were going back to that gods forsaken city and buy everything you wanted to really make this house your home. You didn’t want to go back to the cloud realm. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay with him. And find a way to make this work. Even as awkward as today had been. Today was the first time he was really seeing you, the real you and he knew your past and he was still dead set on protecting you if you wanted him to. So since he had spent the last few months taking care of you, you wanted to take care of him too. 

You transformed into a hawk and flew with the bar of gold and transformed back into a young woman, your clothes mimicking the other clothes of the women in the city as you entered it, the bar of gold hidden in the folds of your garments that your collar and cloak gave you. You went to the money changers and read and understood the money system. 

“Yes?” The money changer asked. 

“Hi, my grandfather died and I received this as part of my inheritance. I wanted to exchange it for coin please.” You said as you gave it to him. 

“Wow, quite the inheritance. Yeah, sure, a classic imperial bar, is worth…” He began as he gave you the fair price for it in coin.

You were happy to take the sacks of coins and put them on the front of your belt under your own cloak before you went shopping, first buying another set of draft horses and a cart and their tack. And you had helped Garth with his horses enough that you knew how to handle a cart and went to the market and bought everything you wanted and desired, spices of every kind. And thick heavy blankets and more fabric to make clothes and needles and threads and all kinds of food stuffs and seeds and grains for bread that should last you through the winter, along with more food stuffs than you were sure could be eaten in a year or even five. But it was a start. You even got new pots and pans and a set of actual silverware and pretty ceramic plates.

You made sure you did not spend all of your money. Just in case you needed to duplicate the actual coins. Then you made your way back to Garth’s house and were happy that you got back before he did as you hurriedly and happily unloaded the whole cart’s worth of goods into the house before you brought the horses into the barn and put the cart behind where Garth usually kept his and used unused stalls for your new horses and gave them hay and feed. You put the tack next to where Garth usually put his tack in the barn before you went back inside to fully unpack everything. Then you started to make something for dinner, using recipes from the food vendors and other cooks in the city where you had eaten lunch. You were sure it would be finished cooking when he would come back. You used what you had bought and it was ready just about the time that Garth came back, his own cart full of things too before he opened up his house to see what you had done to his house. 

“So, uh, where’d you go today?” He asked as he looked at the new things around his house curiously. with the ghost of a grin on his full lips.

“To that gods forsaken city. You said you would not ask me to make more gold. But I wanted to, if only to really make this house into my home.” You answered with an easy smile as you looked over one of the many new books you had gotten both for yourself and for him that you read from your own special chair that was across from where he always sat at his little table as new candles were in new candle holders and wonderful incense was burning in an incence holder to fill the house with it's soothing fragrance.

“Oh, ok. So, you’re staying, that’s good. I wish you could have told me that wanted all of this, I could have bought it. I still had all that money from selling all my white birds this summer.” He gestured to it. 

“Do you not like it?” You asked.

“No! I do. I’m honored and flattered you troubled yourself, but you didn’t need to. But I’m happy you felt free to do so in the first place. Because you’re always free to do whatever you want, and whatever it would take to help you feel at home here.” Garth answered. 

“Good. Need some help?” You asked as you nodded to his full cart. 

“You don’t have to..” He tried to wave off but you simply smiled and slipped into your new winter boots you had bought and pulled your wings back in and pulled on a coat you had bought too to help him carry it all in. 

“You’re way stronger than I thought you’d be.” Garth realized. 

“Thanks.” You chirped as you did what you could. 

“How’d you get all of this here? Did you fly it here or…?” Garth asked. 

“No. I flew to the outskirts of the city but then I changed into this and walked right in, they thought I was a local and I bought another pair of horses and a cart and then bought it all and loaded it up into the cart and drove it here. I did see some humans in your orc village but humans mainly keep to the city, I figured I’d blend in better there. Plus I have what the imperial gold brick practically ingrained into my mind body and with the explanation that I got one as part of an inheritance, it was easy to pass off as any other I’ve made before. So the money changers were happy to give me it’s worth in coins. And from here, I can make the little coins much easier than the bricks. It’s a simple symbol stamped into the coin to denote the value of it.” You explained as you showed him the few you had already made while you waited for dinner to cook over the hearth as they were indistinguishable from the others while also showing him the others you had made that were used in his village from the bowl of clay and other ceramic tools nearby to sculpt the coins perfectly out of clay first before turning them into gold.

“So... about the reaping…would you want me to...” You began to say before Garth simply reached out and gently cupped your cheek to pull your face up to him before he softly pressed a kiss to your lips as you reached out to grab him to pull him flush with yourself as you initiated for the kiss to deepen. Which was all he wanted and needed as permission to kiss you the way he had fantasized about all day.

Only a heartbeat later, he picked you up and carried you over to the bed as your clothes seemed to lesson and vanish right in his hands once you freed your feet of their boots and your shoulders of that coat before he laid you down on that bed of furs he just bought and laid over the bed as he could not get his own clothes off fast enough. 

“Am I squishing you or hurting you?” He asked worriedly as he suddenly remembered how much bigger he was than you and suddenly had to hold himself up to keep himself from hurting you, even accidentily.  

“Nope. not at all.” You reassured him before his cock finally entered you as you blew out a breath of relief that your womanhood stretched to accommodate his size. 

“Fuck.” He cursed as he seated himself in you, both in relief and in surprise he was able to do so. 

“Bad?” You asked worriedly but he shook his head adamantly. 

“No, too good. I feel like I’m gonna cum right now and you need your pleasure first.” Garth admitted. 

“Then go slow.” You urged him as you pulled him closer while your ankles were happy to cross behind the small of his back to keep him there. 

“I’m trying.” Garth blew out a shaky breath but a bright smile before he finally chanced a slow, stroke and your eyes closed in serenity to feel him in you and all around you. Your own Garth. You own provider and protector. The only one you wanted and needed.

Then the more he picked up the pace, the more pleasurable it was for both of you before you finally, after so long, finally got your own release as it had been far too long since you got to have one and no sooner than you had before Garth finally let himself cum and overstuffed you practically as you were pretty sure he was filling every inch of your womb with his seed as you only hoped it would take root. 

“Oh gods I was so scared I was going to come home to find you had gone and be gone for good.” Garth admitted as he laid protectively over you and kised you sweetly all over your face.

“No, never. But while you’re an orc and while you can’t partake in my union traditions, which is both mouras will exchange collars, I hope this will be a nice and good alternative.” You offered as you slid the two matching rings that were on his nightstand that you had made earlier and slid them onto his ring finger like you had seen other married persons do both in his village and in the city before you slid a matching one onto your own ring finger.

“I love it. It’s perfect. I don’t need a collar. I just want you, and for you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Garth offered as he marveled at it. 

“And I want you to be happy and content, both with your life and with me.” You offered. 

“I am, perfectly happy and content. Even if you never make another drop of gold. Even if you never buy or do anything else. Just sharing this house with me so we both call it home is already more than enough.” He reassured you. 

“It’s home, but only because you call it home too. I’ve lived the last 200 years in a cage in a dungeon of a palace. To live free, and to be loved and cared by you? Doesn’t compare to anything else. No bird needs a cage. But all birds need a roost. And this, is my roost. Till death do us part.” You offered. 

“If not, far beyond into eternity.” He insisted. 

“Deal, but first, please get dinner out of the fire before it burns.” You requested as the scent was starting to tell you that dinner was getting close to burning and bubbling over from it’s kettle. 

“Yup.” He practically bounded off of you as you were happy to see him quickly run over the fire naked before you whistled at his amazing sculpted body which only got him to laugh. As he was careful to pull the spit out from the fireplace before he got redressed as your moura cloak became a simple night gown with a robe and a pair of house slippers to walk over the table as he was happy to move the clay and your pottery tools aside to set the table to plate all the food you had made as you were happy to call this your new home, and Garth your mate, collar or no collar at all.

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober Day 26 #Moura #The Great Hunt

[alexalily]

I'm starting a playthrough of Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous and will be chronicling my adventures here! If you follow me on twitter, you may recall that I did a twitter thread of that playthrough and I'm also doing a thread for this one as well. This Tumblr thread(?) is going to be probably mostly the same as what I post on twitter but this'll be in longer posts and I might go into greater detail on things, who could say.

Anyway! Here's my character!

In Kingmaker, I played as a Feyspeaker Druid and generally liked it but I wanted to try something different so now I'm a Witch of the Veil! Character creation was A Process here because I haven't played Pathfinder itself (outside of Kingmaker) and so I'm largely unfamiliar with it (although I am relatively familiar with D&D which is extremely similar). This caused a lot of issues for me because, while I think the amount of explanations PathWrath has in the creation process is better than it was in Kingmaker, it's still A Lot of information and is very overwhelming. It's a whole lot of "This spells does A Thing" but not much of an explanation of what that Thing functionally means or does. Hopefully I have picked a good set of spells and feats and such! If it sucks I'll drop the difficulty down because I think these Pathfinder games have set a very high bar for difficulty options. I genuinely love how granular all the difficulty options are!! More games need to have menus that look like these ones!!

So! My lil Tiefling enters the world of Pathfinder and is immediately mortally wounded and carried into a festival on a stretcher. A dragon in the shape of a milf heals me and tells me to enjoy the party but before I can enjoy a giant demon locust attacked, split a big ol' hole in the ground, and I fell into some old tunnels.

And that was where I met my first two party members! Anevia is a ranger who is some sort of commander of the city guard type character and she has a wife who is also a commander of a different type of city guard and I'm hoping to have a "we saw you from across the bar and like your vibes" sort of situation with them. Seelah is a paladin who hasn't done much yet but has Very Good Vibes!

After I helped Seelah get Anevia out from under a large rock, we ran into a woman named Camellia who has a magic rapier and is absolutely up to no good and I cannot wait to find out what that is. Then we met two more people to round out the party: a half-lizard half-satyr man named Lann and a sorta-cat-like spider-woman named Wenduag. Wenduag seems like she is regularly up to no good, perhaps in a more threatening way than Cemallia, and Lann has some Bad Vibes cause he's the joke-y jokes dude but is criminally unfunny. They lead us to an underground village of animal people called Mongrels and are going to help us reach the surface to see if the entire town has been burned down yet or not.

And then I save and quit except the game crashed lmao i really hope my save is intact because character creation took me almost two out of the three hours I played for!!

Future posts will probably be more of me complaining about how complex Pathfinder is or how the good/lawful/neutral/evil/chaotic alignment system is Hot Garbage or just whatever game design-y thoughts I can think of but I'll maybe include some plot-y recap posts like this in the future if people are interested in that. Also I will keep the posts tagged with #Alexa Plays Path Wrath so you can mute it or whathaveyou.

#Alexa Plays Path Wrath #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous

[thelordofgifs]

if you’re still doing the fake titles ask: The Light Wept

(for this ask game!)

ooh ok so this doesn’t seem like a title I’d pick of my own accord, which means instead I plucked it from a line of dialogue in the fic, which reframes the question as: who would say this? There are a lot of good answers, but to me it feels very Maglor-in-a-particularly-melodramatic-mood.

“I knew it should have been a time of rejoicing, and in the sixth day I arranged a festival – but when they were all feasting and celebrating I couldn’t take it any more, Nelyo, I slipped away to walk by the lake and watched its reflection all wavering in the water as I wept and it was as though the light itself was weeping with me.”

huh so this is evidently a post-Thangorodrim fic. Maglor is feeling guilty and exhausted and miserable, as per. Immediately after saying this he feels like an idiot for talking about his own petty sorrows to Maedhros of all people (this is a whole thing. Maglor doesn’t want to put any emotional burden on Maedhros; Maedhros knows he’s started to heal when he finds himself capable of being a big brother again.) and walks off. This was probably fairly early on in Maedhros’ recovery, so Maedhros doesn’t really have any capacity to go after him and everyone is just feeling terribly angst and upset.

I’m not sure I’ll ever write this, because it feels like a short self-contained ficlet and I want to do a novel-length post-Thangorodrim fic instead, but it was fun to think about the dynamics involved! Thank you for asking!

#silmarillion #asks #anon #ask game

[manofmanymons]

So a followup to that other anon's question: how do you think the Survive crew would handle the events of either Tri or Adventure 2020? Either facing the enemies or being in the same situation. Your pick.

Really glad you said Tri and not LEK <3

I think they'd handle the early stuff well. Taking down monsters as they come, being welcoming towards The New Person. They don't have an 02 equivalent group to suddenly have go missing but if they did I like to think they would notice. But also that's me just being mad at the writers in Tri bc I don't even think it was in character for the 01 kids not to notice jsjskdn

This has nothing to do with the important part of the plot or the enemies I just want you all to imagine a world where more of these kids are going to the same school together and they're all having fun at a cultural festival.

Characters I think MIGHT say something if their partner got infected:

-Shuuji bc he'd feel like his responsibility is to the group as a whole

-Kaito bc if Miu got hurt bc he didn't say anything he'd feel awful and tbh Dracmon would probably say something if he didn't anyways

-Aoi for similar reasons of "I can't let everyone else get hurt bc I was selfish" if even she can't stop crying while telling the others

-Maybe Miyuki? She's definitely someone who would take the L for the team but at the same time...actually yeah I just realized Renamon would tell everyone HERSELF bc she's not risking Miyuki getting hurt jsjdjd

Aaaand yeah that's about it.

Minoru I feel would try SO hard to fix it himself without anyone finding out, even to Falcomon's protests. Takuma is kind of a toss up on account of the whole "player character" thing but considering there is at least one route where he cares more about Agumon than like...the world itself, he might not have it in him to something. Miu would absolutely not risk saying something that might cause anyone to think they had to destroy Syakomon. Same with Ryo and Kunemon. I think Saki would be similar to Minoru in the sense of "I can fix this." After all, Ceresmon can heal herself, right? She would simply not accept that maybe this virus is beyond those powers. No nope nope, her partner is FINE.

I kinda joked about it before but genuinely I do not know how Akiharu would work in the Adventure universe. I'm choosing to imagine him as baby Haru but then also still Takuma's jogress partner bc we need that Omegamon. How did that happen, I don't know, I'm not paid enough (at all) to think of these things. Also I do not think that version of him would be able to tell on his partner.

I think they would handle their partners losing their memories...about as well as the Adventure group. A lot of a panicking, a lot of crying, a lot of trying to do anything at all in the world to stop it. And they would 100% go to the digital world to find them again.

It would be kinda funny if all their partners were in their in training forms though and all the kids except Takuma were like "what the fuck is that thing" isiiskdnd

I guess we kind of already know how the Survive group would react to thinking Takuma was dead for an extended period of time, huh?

Who would be the holder of the goggles in his absence? Minoru? Probably Minoru.

Oh man, it would be so crazy if one of these kids partners ever fused with an evil digimon to make a bigger eviler digimon as a direct result of their grief. Ain't seen nothing like that in Survive ever hahahaha...hah.

Hah.

I guess the ending would probably also happen about the same way? Lure Big Evil Digimon away from the city, hold out until Takuma gets back and they can just Omegamon their way through it.

Too bad it wouldn't be nearly as gay though :(

I'll be honest I only ever actually got about twenty or so episodes into Adventure 2020? I didn't not like it I just accidentally got behind and never had the will to catch back up. I would kill to see the Survive crew having to zoom call into a battle tho ksjsndn

The real question is are any of the Survive kids as fearless and badass as 2020 Takeru bc that little guy was NOT fucking around.

#digimon survive