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my-watch-begins · 1 year

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A match for love. Part XXI

Warnings: depictions of violence, injures.

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Harwin opened his eyes. The haze he'd fell in after sleeping through the night still clouded him even though he had been alert for a few minutes. Heavily he sat on the bed and scanned the room. He was alone, he didn't know for how long he had been. He stood and walked to near the lit fireplace and dipped his hand in the wash basin.

After cleaning his face and getting rid of the griminess he felt. He took of the pieces of leather that strapped his arm to his chest and slowly unfolded his arm from the bent position it had kept for two days. He opened and closed his fist and slowly rolled his shoulder back and forth. He felt some painful tugs but decided to ditch of the sling.

He turned on his heels when the door opened and in came Adrian, behind him Grayce had a marked worried frown. Outside, sunrise was rolling with such laziness that the sky was barely breaking it's even blue color with tints of orange. .

"I went to get Grayce. I'm sure she can speak with your brother to avoid having troubles with Gwayne Hightower" Adrian explained.

Grayce had taken to inspect her brother's state. Now that he had cleaned up and slept he looked like himself except for the dark circles under his eyes and the way he slouched slightly to his bad side.

"Where is Larys?"

"He also left to Lady Laena's burial in Driftmark. He is to arrive any time now"

"I believe you should leave immediately" Adrian spoke up "I can step forward on your release from the cells, but you must return to Harrenhal at once"

Harwin moved to sit at the bed, his decision to remove the sling that held his arm together at his chest quickly became a bad one, the weight of his arm hung painfully on his injured shoulder.

"We were going to be leaving today. I still believe we should wait for Larys. Perhaps he wishes to join us at Harrenhal for my father's burial" Grayce reasoned.

"If he wished to do so he wouldn't have gone to the burial of someone completely unrelated to him" Adrian fought.

"He is at the service of the King"

"Again, very clear with his loyalties lie. They're not with you, Grayce"

Grayce looked at Harwin with a beckoning frown begging intervention, but it quickly turned to concern.

Grayce took her time binding Harwin's arm back to his chest, his head swirled uncontrollably at the pain of his burnt skin and misplaced shoulder. In the background he could hear Adrian begging Grayce to make plans and leave at once, but before she could answer the door of the bedroom rattled by fast and purposeful knocks.

Harwin exchanged a look with Adrian. Adrian's hand grabbed first the helm of his sword before the other grabbed the handle of the door.

As the door slowly opened and the air and light filled the room, Harwin's eyes adjusted until he recognized the hunched silhouette of his brother, leaning over his cane and searching inside the room with his eyes. Just behind him, Gwayne Hightower hardened his stare at the man from the Vale.

"Why am I not surprised by this insubordination?" Gwayne spoke, not really wanting an answer from Adrian.

"Larys" Grayce was the first to take the lead "I'm sure this misunderstanding can be settled before we leave for Harrenhal"

"There was no misunderstanding, Lady Grayce. Your brother was commanded to leave King's Landing at once" Gwayne fought.

"He came bearing news about my father's death, he wouldn't have returned for a lesser reason" Grayce looked at Larys pleadingly.

With a sigh that everyone perceived as annoyance, Larys moved inside Adrian's tiny quarters, his cane thumping along.

"Though I appreciate your sense of duty, brother, I estimate you didn't take into account that I, as the Master of Whispers, would be aware of our father's passing and your visit to King's Landing not be needed"

"I didn't order for a raven to be sent, I though it extremely impersonal" Harwin defended.

"You are not my only source of information"

That phrase stuck out to Harwin, who now looked up at his brother with a marked angry frown as he strolled in front of him.

"However, the Lord Commander does recognize his error in not inquiring about your presence in the Red Keep that led to your rushed imprisonment"

"Good" Grayce let out a sigh of relief "then we are free to leave to Harrenhal" Grayce's eyes met Harwin's, finding that her brother was not looking at her or Larys, his eyes were fixated in something she couldn't pinpoint.

"The matter with Harwin is resolved, not so much the matter of Adrian's insubordination" Larys' focus now turned Adrian, who had stood in a corner near the door and watched the situation unfold, unaware that he would also be addressed.

"Adrian saw his Good Brother in a cell-" Grayce began to defend, but Gwayne Hightower was quick to take a step inside and turn to stand straight in front of Adrian.

"We will not dispute this. Adrian Redfort, as the Lord Commander of the City Watch, I cannot condone this kind of insubordination and I hereby dismiss you from your duties as Captain"

His articulate language did not mimic the way his hands ripped Adrian's golden cloak from his shoulder unceremoniously. The rip of fabric was heard and even though Adrian slightly flinched at the sound, his angry eyes did not leave Gwayne's figure, to the point that the Lord Commander couldn't hold it.

Grayce looked at Harwin with a worried frown, hoping her older brother could do anything for Adrian, she found him with eyes still fixated in front of him and with wide eyes depicting shock.

Gwayne Hightower quickly left the room leaving the torn golden cloak on the floor. Larys seemed slightly annoyed by the unorthodoxy. He glanced at the angry face of Adrian, the perplexed one of Grayce and the surprisingly shocked face of his brother.

"I do wish you face travels to Harrenhal" he said, hoping that would be a sufficient farewell.

"You're not coming with us to father's service?" Grayce asked with plenty of disappointment in her voice.

"I am not unfortunately, there is much to do"

Without anything else to say, Larys gave one last nod to the people in the room and promptly exited the room

Harwin stood heavily from the bed and with a grunt tried to straighten himself.

"We should leave, immediately" he ordered, looking at Grayce sternly to not give room for disagreement. After Grayce exited the room he looked at Adrian and sighed heavily.

"I am sorry, Adrian" he muttered, Adrian shook his head dismissing the apology.

"It might be a blessing in disguise, I don't know how long I would've lasted with Gwayne as the Lord Commander"

Harwin held a stare with Adrian, then rose his hand to his shoulder and gripped it.

"Adrian, find Princess Rhaenyra and put yourself to her service"

"The Princess did not return to King's Landing after Lady Laena's funeral"

"Perhaps she's retreated to Dragonstone. You should go, it's what you came to King's Landing in the first place"

Adrian scanned Harwin's eyes quickly, then gave him a quick nod.

"So long as you leave as soon as possible" Adrian had to withdraw his gaze from Harwin's as he tightened her lips "I'm afraid I haven't felt at ease for a few days, and I know this is going to sound like nonsense but Ayla and I share much more than just blood, so if I'm even now feeling uneasy and with a big lump in my throat, I can't imagine how she must feel. The sooner you return, the better"

Harwin held onto Adrian's words as he watched Grayce enter the carriage with her two small daughters and her husband, he had reunited with his two guards and they insisted on Harwin also riding inside a carriage instead of on horseback.

A chill crawled from his lower back upwards to his neck and he had to look behind him. At the top of the stairs that led to the courtyard, Larys stood and watched his two remaining siblings climbing the carriages. Harwin and him crossed quick looks, but instead of receiving a nod of goodbye or even a small smile from his older brother, Larys was met with Harwin's coldness in the way he quickly turned on his heels and walked straight into the carriage. The guards that had accompanied him closed the door of and climbed into their own horses.

From inside the of the carriage, Harwin stared at his brother, his eyes more focused on the top of his cane, how his thumb slowly stroked the side of it. Gwayne Hightower arrived and stood behind him, without leaving his stare at the leaving party, Larys talked over his shoulder at Gwayne. Harwin leaned back when the carriage began moving and searched into his pocket.

He rolled the beetle pin in between his fingers and closed his eyes. His hand fisted the pin. In the dim lighting of Adrian's room and in between the haze of his pain, Harwin first instinct had been to disregard what his eyes were seeing. As he thought about it more and more, specially with Larys' saying of having eyes and ears beyond Harwin's reports, now he couldn't deny it. The pin in Larys' cane was unmistakably the same one he now held on his hand, the same one the people who killed his father had.

Ayla stared out the window at the tall walls surrounding Harrenhal. The height of them didn't allow for the sun rays to hit the courtyard before midday. Most times it was hard to assess the time from inside the walls, but one thing was certain, the sun had just peaked from the horizon.

The scraping of the chairs pulled Ayla from the window and made her turn. The staff of Harrenhal had been called for a meeting before breakfast. Lord Edder was also cited and was waiting near the chair at the head of the table.

Ayla walked towards it and slowly sat down at the same chair Harwin had been now two days ago, telling everyone that he was leaving for King's Landing.

She glanced around the room, everyone looked restless and tired, she imagined she looked about the same judging by the lack of sleep since the fire. She linked her hands in front of her stomach and took a sigh before starting.

"It's safe to say that none of us expected Lord Harwin to take this long, let alone to suffer this attempt of a breach" She began "my father assures that we will be breached around midday, some tactics were put in place to delay the breach but can't hold for long. That gives us about five hours, if my husband does not return by then, we will have to abide to the Royal decree, at least momentarily. I do not intend to give up Harrenhal so easily"

Ayla spoke in a monotone tinted with a little annoyance that she had to say the words she was saying. If it were up to her, she would've taken matters into her own hands and waited Lord Simon's breach with a sword in hand. Her status didn't allow her for much bargaining room with her father, who had his priorities very clear. Those were to keep her and the children safe.

"When we are breached, if push comes to shove we will leave Harrenhal to be commanded by Lord Simon as it's Castellan. If Harwin hasn't returned by that point, I will instruct the marshal to head to King's Landing to retrieve him... In whatever state he's in"

Sadly, the thought of Harwin's passing either whilst traveling or in King's Landing was something that Ayla had met with by the hands of her father. Even though there was no indication of such a thing, Lord Edder preferred planning ahead assuming he was.

"Let us hope he's just delayed and we get to see him through this lapse of judgment" Lord Edder spoke, his fingers tapping on the table in front of him.

"Unless you've also lost your father in a fire and gotten injured whilst escaping said burning building, you're not allowed to say anything about his lapse of judgment, you can keep your comments to yourself" Ayla was quick to shot down her father sternly and with an angry glare. Out of her peripheral vision she saw the Marshal repress a smile at her comment.

Ayla did not felt like talking much to the staff of Harrenhal after her order to the Marshal, they all quietly stood from their seats and worked their hardest to continue with their day as if there wasn't an immediate threat quite literally banging at their door.

Her eyes met the spot just above the edge of the tall walls, in the exact spot the sun would take at midday, just when the sun rays hit the courtyard, they will be breached.

Harwin overlooked at the strapped horses in the tying poles outside the inn. On their way to Harrenhal, they had stopped to eat something and to feed Harwin's nieces.

Around the inn, the guards were exchanging some words with other traveling guards serving as custody. The look on one of his guards as he hurriedly approached him made Harwin curse under his breath fearing bad news.

"Lord Harwin" he gave a quick nod and shifted in his spot "whilst conversing with the inn's guards and stable boys, apparently they saw a large garrison of at least fifty men march through here yesterday. They said there were heading for Harrenhal"

"Lord Edder was expected to arrive after our own arrival, perhaps it was him" Harwin replied, unfazed with the information.

"They were flying Targaryen banners, my Lord"

Harwin pulled a frown and slowly peeled himself from the side of the carriage he had been leaning on.

"Targaryen banners? Are the stable boys certain they were headed to Harrenhal?"

"They were, they found it odd"

Harwin took a deep breath, feeling the tightness of his strapped arm against his chest.

"Get me a horse" he began walking to the stables, the guard took a few seconds to get out of his stupor at the request.

"My Lord, you're thinking of riding there?"

At the stables, the guard was quick to unstrap the hook that held his horse and watched as Harwin climbed on it with a grunt and one pull of his good hand on the horse's saddle.

"Stay here and keep an eye on my sister, I will send someone for you"

"My Lord, I don't think it's wise-"

The complaint got lost in the wind as Harwin nicked the side of the horse with his heel, prompting him forward.

The trek from the inn to the outskirts of Harrenhal and until he could see the imponent castle in the distance, his mind rushed with thoughts of confusion.

As he neared the main entrance he could see the smoke streaks of the campfires mixing with the clouds above, the smoke signaled the garrison of men on the side entrance of the castle. He chose to get off the horse and promptly off the main path, the trees to the Godswood gave him enough cover until he reached the outside walls f the castle. His reckless and angry stomping crushing leaves under his feet were the only thing to be heard all around. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a voice next to him.

"Who goes there?" Harwin's eyes snapped to the side to find a guard with his hand tightly gripping the handle of his sword. Harwin's shoulders slumped with a little relief "Lord Harwin" the guard sporting House Strong sigil on his chest was surprised to see his missing patron strolling the Godswood. With a quick exchange of looks and information, Harwin entered Harrenhal.

Inside, the main room in the King's Pyre were Ayla had once celebrated her marriage, now she waited for Lord Simon.

The sound of the side gate being breached was so loud that Ayla's insides had twisted in fear. In the main room, Ayla had gathered both of her sons to keep them close. Her father was confident that the strategy did not need him in the battlefield to be executed, so he remained with her. The Marshal also remained near her and the two boys, a small amount of men commanded by Lord Edder were posted near the doors and a few of them stood in front of Ayla and the family to protect them.

Outside, the garrison of men entering the side gate did not meet any resistance, Lord Simon seemed very content to finally be inside the castle walls and even had to repress a laugh at the five guards outside the main door to the King's Pyre.

Lord Simon walked to the front row, the men waited for his orders as they gathered in front of the main gate.

"Please step aside. We have prolonged this matter long enough" Lord Simon commanded to the guards with a shake of his hand.

The guards held their place and a murmur was heard amongst the forces. Lord Simon turned his head around and glanced, suddenly the men at the edge of the garrison cried out to alert the troops of the men wearing red plates sporting the four tower sigil of House Redfort.

From two sides of the castle the men poured into the courtyard. Having not heard the command from Lord Simon to attack, the garrison that Lord Simon had brought found itself caged between two rows of armed Redfort men and the entrance of the King's Pyre. No escape but to enter the castle or fight their way out.

The Lord shot daggers at the guards, beyond angry that he had walked right into a trap. The guards took a step to the side and the door opened to reveal the marshal, fully armored, gripping the handle of his sword.

"Just you"

Lord Simon's flared his nostrils in anger and took the steps to enter the tower. Behind him, one of his men walked and the Marshal did allow for two guards to pass as escorts, the rest were quickly cut inside the barrier of Redfort men and the doors were closed once more.

The stomping of the Lord gave him away even more than the tinkling of his armor. Before Ayla's eyes met the man, she gave a quick glance to her father and received an encouraging nod.

Lord Simon chuckled humorlessly at the sight of Lord Edder standing just a step before his daughter, menacingly staring down at him.

"Why am I not surprised?" He said, finally stopping his walk and standing in front of Ayla but several steps below "I see the full scheme now" he motioned with one hand to the two of them.

"Ah yes, that wonderful scheme where my husband is killed in a fire and what? House Redfort takes over Harrenhal? Your assumptions are insulting. My father is doing very well with his own family seat. The same can't be said of you"

The remark quickly sparked the plug in Lord Simon and his fists tightened at his sides.

"You will abide the Royal decree" he commanded, his tone of voice had lowered resembling his anger.

"I've already abided the Royal decree and dismissed you from your duties. This buffoonery was completely uncalled for"

Lord Simon climbed on the stairs so fast that Ayla jumped in her spot and froze.

"My buffoonery? You are the one who's chosen to play this little game of chicken. Now, you abide the Royal decree and accept my authority as the Castellan of Harrenhal or-"

Movement caught Lord Simon's eyes and when he directed his eyes to the source, Ayla saw his face blank from all anger and his eyes open wide. He took a step back and fumbled down the stairs as quickly as he had gotten up them.

Before Ayla could turn, the large frame of her husband appeared in front of her, blocking her view from Lord Simon.

"What is the purpose of this?" He asked, his voice low and raspy made him clear it after he finished his sentence.

"Ser Harwin" he began.

"It's Lord Harwin now, due to unfortunate circumstances" he corrected. Lord Simon chuckled in nervousness.

"Lord Harwin, I was under the impression that... Well" he shrugged, not wanting to admit his wrongness "after I heard about the fire I traveled to put myself forward at the service of the ruling Lord in the role of a Castellan. Seeing you alive, but injured, I put myself at your services"

"Even under the assumption of something more dire happening to me, my son is to be the Lord of Harrenhal and my wife to warden him until he comes of age"

"I was not aware of that" he excused, making Ayla shake her head in disbelief, something neither the Lord or Harwin saw.

"I'm pretty sure my wife would have made you aware of that, it's would be unlike her not to" Harwin countered "so that's the reason for-" he motioned with a wave of his hand to the outer courtyard where the forces awaited "this incursion, you wanting to be the Castellan of Harrenhal?"

"No" Lord Simon was quick to deny "the matter for the incursion was the disobedience of a Royal decree, and-"

"What Royal decree?" Harwin interrupted. Soon he was met with said parchment with the decorated borders. The same decorated borders he didn't want to admit he had seen before, let alone where. "This royal decree is outdated. I don't find it odd that my wife decided not to abide it"

"Still, I believe that in your state, you will benefit from my guidance" Lord Simon offered as his very last resort.

"I do not wish to suffer you presence for much longer, specially if the first impression I get out of you is you yelling at my wife"

The next thing that was heard in the room was the sound of the parchment being ripped once, then twice. Ayla watched Harwin hand over the ripped decree to Lord Simon.

"Please see that Lord Simon arrives to his seat safely" he commanded. Lord Simon looked at the ripped parchment in disbelief.

"You can't -" he began, but Harwin was not in the mood to entertain any more of it.

"I suggest you save your breath. I assume you will have a lot of explaining to do to whoever gave you that decree"

Ayla swallowed at the thought of Harwin's sudden enlightenment about the doings of his family.

She did not see Lord Simon leaving the room, her focus was quickly pulled to the sight of both Kylian and Kiran cling to their father's waist as they hugged him. Only then Ayla noticed that her own father had her arm gripped in his hand. At the time of Lord Simon's sudden climb on the stairs, Lord Edder had grabbed Ayla by the arm and had gotten ready to pull her away from harm.

Now that Lord Simon was out of sight, Lord Edder had released Ayla and mentioned that he would see the Lord's exit out of Harrenhal.

Ayla now stared at Harwin caress both of Kylian and Kiran's hair. The boys looked up at their father with adoration and nodded dutifully when asked of they had behaved in his absence. Ayla caught a glimpse of the head of the maids and asked for a bath to be drawn for Harwin and the Maester to await for him at his chamber.

Once free of the boy's embrace, Harwin's eyes found the nearest guard before he turned to his side to meet with Ayla.

"My sister is down the road in the inn, see that she makes her way to Harrenhal without trouble"

The guard nodded and only then, after taking care of everything immediate, he turned to his side and found Ayla staring up at him, in her eyes lingered the question if what she was seeing was real.

Harwin extended his arm to her and cupped her face, his fingers curling at her neck and pulling her in.

When Harwin pulled her into an embrace and rounded her shoulders with his good arm, Ayla felt like she could finally breath again. Though the state of her husband was not the best, the fact that his heart was beating fast against her ear was enough reassurance that he was alive and finally safe in his home.

Ayla felt Harwin's lips on her forehead, along with the tingling sensation his grown beard provided. She looked up and their lips found each other. Slowly, their lips melted together and Harwin sighed into it. Despite the need to keep his wife close, he retreated and led his lips back to her forehead.

"The Maesters awaits to check on you. You certainly didn't have that when you left" Ayla quickly posed her eyes on the spot of dried blood and swelling on the bridge of Harwin's nose.

His hand quickly found hers and he gave a twist of his lips.

"There's a lot to talk about" he muttered. Ayla certainly agreed on that and let herself be led by Harwin.

Once in their rooms and with Harwin's torso uncovered and being checked by the Maester, Ayla did have to leave his side for a few minutes.

"Have you been taking care of her?" Harwin glanced up at the Maesters, his height didn't allow him to be properly treated by the seemingly shrinking tendency of the Maester.

"We've taking care of the Lady as much as she's allowed us. Her and the babe are in good health. She's even reported movement"

"That's good to hear" he muttered, sighing and letting his rushing mind still.

At Ayla's return and with her hand quickly finding his, the maester related that Harwin's injured shoulder would need extra time to heal, given that he had suffered added injuries that had worsened his condition.

Once they were left alone ans Harwin had undressed and sunk into the tub with warm water, Ayla took care of untangling his hair, scrubbing and pampering him. In that time, Harwin's mind was clouded with thoughts of not only Larys' doings, but now also with Lord Simon's, which seemed more dangerous and closer than Larys' in King's Landing.

"The Maester tells me you're in good health" he mentioned, seeing that she had finished helping him and had taken a chair to sit next to the tub.

"Yes, I've also been feeling some kicks here and there" she said, looking briefly down at herself. Harwin extended his hand and Ayla took it, her thumb running over his knuckles.

"I'm guessing something happened in King's Landing" she risked "you have a certain somberness in your face"

Harwin, grunting at the discomfort he felt in his shoulder, leaned in and kissed Ayla's hand.

"What does your father know?"

Ayla opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it with a little frown.

"About us? About the incursion?" She inquired.

"About everything"

Ayla swallowed and sighed, gripping Harwin's hand harder.

"He knows everything"

"More than me?"

Ayla's eyes told him everything he needed to know, he was sure that there were things Ayla and her father shared that he wasn't aware of.

"Yes" she said finally, a little reluctantly as to what his reaction would be.

"Then we bring him in and I'll tell you everything"

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ttlurking · 1 year

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I've been brainrotting over this for weeks because Overwatch and Star Wars are two of my fave content to consume and I've been in both these fandoms for so long so-

Overwatch Star Wars au, where Overwatch were the Jedi Order, Blackwatch were Jedi shadows/sentinels.

Reyes as a Jedi Shadow and his little unconventional padawan Cole Cassidy, former teen criminal with enormous potential in the force that Reyes decided to pick up and train despite his age and past.

Ana and Jack are Jedi Masters and part of the council.

The fall of Overwatch would happen very similarly to Order 66, where most of the members get killed and hunted down.

Gabriel Reyes "dies" similarly to Anakin Skywalker and in his place emerges Sith Lord Reaper. As does Talon, similarly to the birth of the empire. Not all Talon members would be Sith ofc. I imagine Doomfist at the very least would be. While Widowmaker is the wife of Senator Lacroix, similarly to in game lore she gets kidnapped and brainwashed. Sombra is probably a mercenary working for Talon. Moira is an inquisitor, former Jedi sentinel, she enjoys capturing former jedi and torturing/experimenting on them, she's responsible for the fall of many former jedi turned inquisitors.

For our Overwatch people, they're also not all going to be Jedi. Ana and Jack, obv. With their respective padawans Fareeha and Lena. Winston as well, plus Angela as a Jedi Healer. Reinhardt and his padawan Brigitte.

Genji would've been part of the Shimada clan, a group of force users that kept themselves separated from Jedi or Sith. Same as in Canon he'd be cut apart by Hanzo and saved by Angela, after which he joins the Jedi. He leaves a few years before the fall to find himself and goes to the monks in the temple of Jedha, where he meets Zenyatta, a force user who is neither jedi nor Sith, not good nor evil, he's in the balance and so he decides to study under him. Hanzo on the other hand completely abandons his lightsabers, same as he stops using his sword in game after "killing Genji".

Post Recall members:

Baptiste as a former Talon Inquisitor, joins the reformed Overwatch and learns how to heal instead of killing.

Cassidy takes on Hana as a padawan and with her he rejoins Overwatch (who he had ditched a little before the fall after having grown disillusioned with them and seeing the corruption that was brewing inside). He does however spend a long time as a merc before taking back his lightsaber and accepting himself as a jedi.

For now this is all my little peabrain could come up with. Mind that the story revolves mainly around Jack, Gabriel and Cassidy. As they kind of replace Obi-wan, Anakin and Ahsoka. (No Jack was not Gabriel's master but they had a strong brotherly bond like Obi-wan and Anakin so I think they fit the roles pretty well).

I do however have some more details on the characters I managed to fit in.

Ana and Fareeha are not mother and daughter but they're from the same clan and they're both Mirialan, they do have a mother and daughter relationship tho. They both have blue lightsabers.

Jack also has a blue lightsaber and he's the order's grandmaster.

Gabriel wields two lightsabers, one purple and one blue, they both turn red after his fall.

(I'm considering making Jack and Gabriel the children of the prophecy. Which they both fail by fighting eachother instead of being in balance. Jack as the light side of the force and Gabriel as the dark side. Kinda like on mortis we have the son and the daughter and the balance gets upset by the son killing the daughter- So yeah Gabriel has completely fallen to the dark side and intent on destroying the light side while Jack is grey-ish and obsessed with revenge and justice, they're terrible at their jobs.)

Cole wields one lightsaber, green. His skills in the force far outclass his lightsaber skills, especially since he greatly favours wielding a blaster in his other hand. He was actually discovered as force sensitive because of his pin point accurate shots. Which he later discovers to be guided by the force and that for years he's unknowingly used the force to guide his aim as well as even maneuvering the blaster fire (basically giving him the equivalent of deadeye in this universe).

Hana has a blue lightsaber, though with her being a pilot and being trained by Cole she's also an accelent shot and doesn't rely too heavily on her lightsaber.

Winston is a lasat, he wields a green bladed saberstaff, though he's more of a scholar than a fighter. (Like Plo Koon he can use the jedi technique of electric judgment)

Moira never made her crystals bleed and she wields a purple and a yellow lightsaber. While she is an inquisitor she's not Sith. She doesn't use the dark side to fuel her, preferring science and force techniques from either side of the force, knowledge is knowledge and she wants it all.

Lena has a blue lightsaber and a blue shoto. She's also an accomplished pilot and it's usually her or Hana that are flying the crew around. Though Hana specialises in combat flying much more compared to Lena.

Baptiste has a white lightsaber, after having healed his own crystal.

Angela has a green shoto, she really only uses it in self defence since she heavily dislikes having to result to violence and her abilities are much more focused on force healing. She's strong enough to be able to bring someone back from the brink of death (which is what she did with Genji).

Genji has a green lightsaber and a green shoto, tho he also uses various tools at his disposal, like traps or smoke bombs.

Hanzo used to have two blue lightsabers, but he's since put them to rest and now favours an energy bow. Similarly to Cassidy he uses the force to guide his aim, making him a formidable sniper.

Doomfist has a red Saberstaff and he's a kiffar! (He's always wearing gloves or gauntlets of some kind since he has psychometry)

I think this is all for now? Let me know what you think and if someone wants to talk about this AU with me!

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #star wars #overwatch au #jedi #sith #talon #cole cassidy #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #ana amari #hana song #angela ziegler #moira o'deorain #lena oxton #reinhardt wilhelm #shimada hanzo #shimada genji

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flautistsandpeonies · 2 years

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Fanon Petpeeve: Lotus Brained Wei Wuxian

Next up on my ever growing ilst of things I'm getting tired off seeing in fanfiction is the fanon is that Wei Wuxian wants to go back to Lotus Pier, that he never stops thinking about Lotus Pier, that Lotus Pier and the Jiangs are on his mind 24/7.

I see it most prominently in fics that are set in the Yiling Laozu days. Wei Wuxian regrets saving the Wens to some extent (they don't outright say that, but they always have paragraphs about how he misses doing certain things- or having certain things- with Jiang Cheng and Yanli that he can't do with the Wens now that he's a wanted criminal). Wei Wuxian will also bemoan his living conditions, but not for the fact that he's living in the burial mounds, he would feel that way in any place that wasn't lotus pier because lotuses! "Attempt the Impossible"! Lotus root and pork rib soup!

In these fics, his relationships with the Wens are thrown away, getting stuck in a protector watching over a set of cardboard figures type of situation. Wen Qing is the mean doctor who nags, doesn't listen to anything Wei Wuxian says cause he's "stupid", and will metaphorically ditch him to keep the rest of the remnants safe. The only thing Wen Ning knows how to say is "Young Master Wei" and is a brick wall until they need Qiongqi Path Part 2 to happen, then he's a sulking brick. And Wen Yuan and granny are there with the rest of the cardboard wens.

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In fics that happen post ressurection, Wei Wuxian is made to be guilty over the events of his first life, constantly thinking about how he's wronged Jiang Cheng and the fall of Lotus Pier is his fault and Yanli's death was his fault and if only there was a way for him to make amends.

These fics also soften Jiang Cheng into the caring guy who only says but doesn't mean the harsh words he says. They even have a scene where he stabs Wei Wuxian (whether its a flashback to the siege or at Carp Tower) but it's okay cause he was crying while the blood stained his sword. Wei Wuxian is fine with being stabbed, good job little brother.

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In post canon fics it's normally a short line, maybe a paragraph, about how living in the Cloud Recesses bogs down Wei Wuxian and if only he could visit the sun shining lotus pier with lotues and Jiang Cheng maybe he'd be able to feel something again. He misses Lotus Pier so much, he misses his home, he wants to go home sometimes!

#mdzs #wei wuxian #wwx #wen remnants #i hate jiang cheng #anti jc #anti jiang cheng

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yiga-hellhole · 8 months

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ship opinion bingo with gan-based ships

rauru/gan

sonia/gan

zelda/gan

link/gan

bonus : kohga/gan and demise(or Ganondorf hw)/ghirahim

the whole shebang, huh? here we GOOOOO!!!!

RAURU/GANONDORF

AND WE HAVE A BINGO! so i haven't finished totk but bro. bro. holding your arch nemesis by the tits for 10.000 years. yeah something happened there. i adore a good divorce ship, and this is the one where the divorcees just keep coming back to each other because the homoeroticism is too on the nose. i see it. i see it. i see it.

SONIA/GANONDORF

again, haven't finished totk. i have only seen sonia in like two cutscenes thusfar. but i love it when women get to be pissed off at huge burly men and in doing so get to be recognized as a viable threat. so i will be rotating this one in my mind on the backburner until i'm more informed on their canon dynamic and each characters' backstories in the game

ZELDA/GANONDORF

this is one of those ships where i don't really care for it but some people do interesting stuff with it and i see what they're going for. the fun with zelda and ganondorf is that he doesn't necessarily want her, but wants everything that she has. this old man is so fucking jealous of someone half his age at minimum. so honestly the age difference is a bit too big and dynamic is a bit too antagonistic for me to actively like this ship. i guess i can see it playing out as a bodice-ripper type story, but that goes against nando's character to me, and i've never quite been fond of them in the first place. something like an arranged-marriage-turned-something-more or a hyrule warriors esque wartime romantic tension could work. they *are* entangled eternally in a cycle of being tied by soul, but fated to be enemies each time. at some point something could spark i guess. but at the end of the day its a solid "eh" from me

LINK/GANONDORF

the same kind of arguments as zelda/ganondorf, but instead of royal diplomacy, link has a sword. again there's gotta be something about being the one prpphesized to slay the same guy cycle after cycle. maybe in one of the cycles, he won't want to...? how scandalous. but generally, i don't care too much for this ship

BONUS ROUND!

KOHGA/GANONDORF

i love divorce and i love horny old men thirsting over big buff dudes. i have a feeling kohga has a thing for large and bulky men, for no reason at all, that's not at all present in the game. so, in botw i see ganon's worship as a purely "riding-on-the-coattails-of" thing where kohga doesn't actually care much about ganon, he just wants a reason to make his personality cult and have an ez way to overthrow the monarchy. when that fails, he ditches the joint. but then ganondorf awakens into this absolute handsome beefcake and the illustrious master kohga would probably be like. "okay. hold on. Pause." and the rest is history. i see it. i havs the vision.

GHIRADEMI/GANGHIRA

this has already been answered in the ghirademi bingo. but if you go for ganghira, there's the added tension of "you remind me of the man i devoted myself to, and his presence lingers within you", which would definitely have some serious emotional weight to ghirahim. but that i don't see reciprocated, once again, given that ganondorf always pursues power first. and this time there's not even the shared bond that ghirademi has, where ghirahim served as his sword for centuries! they basically just met, and all ganon knows is this sword freak is devoted to him! oh ghirahim, stop going after men who terrify you!!

#madman's rambling #asked and answered #beeptic #as you can see i can generally see the appeal in every ship and i barely ever have hard no's #but triforce shipping typically doesnt do it for me!!#just a bit too much for me!! some people do it well and others do it awfully. and me i dont do it at all :3

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Reinventing the Wheel - Ch 14: Hover

Author: timespaceandfilm

Fic Rating: E - this fic gets NSFW in later chapters, 18+ only

Chapter Rating: M

Pairings: Sebastian x Female Farmer

Chapter Word Count: 3k

Chapter Warnings: More cool ranch doritos.

Chapter Summary: Charlie and Seb do some exploration in the secret woods.

Blurb:

“Old Master Cannoli.” Seb reads the engraving as I clean my sword off in the grass. “Still searching for the sweetest taste.”

“The hell does that mean?” I put my sword in its scabbard and walk over to stand next to him.

He turns his attention to me and shrugs, his eyes wandering up and down my frame as I move to lean against the statue. Between the dance and the log and the slimes I'm starting to feel tuckered out.

I shouldn't be surprised when Seb steps forward and into my space, but I am. Fangirl bot is back under my control for now, but that becomes harder to maintain as Seb sets a hand on my hip. Right where it was during the dance.

“So what do you think?” I stare at him too, mesmerized by how stunningly beautiful he is in this lighting and in that stupid suit.

“I think,” Seb murmurs, stepping even closer so one of his long legs slots between mine. “I really, really want to kiss you right now.” He leans down so his face is a few inches away from mine.

Do it. Fangirl bot screams. She breaks out of my chokehold on her for a moment and I close the gap between us even more, gasping at the sensation of our noses brushing.

“Seb,” I whisper. “Our deal.”

“I know.” He all but growls, inching even closer until his lips are brushing against mine as he talks. Does this count as kissing!? “But I'm impatient today and this outfit is killing me.” The hand on my hip clenches a little, bunching up the fabric of my skirt ever so slightly. Fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Hmm.” I smile. Fangirl bot is losing her damn mind. The rest of the council has come to a near standstill. “You say that like you aren't killing me in that suit.” I shift away a little, nudging his nose with mine. “But it hasn't even been two weeks yet.”

“So?” Seb breathes a laugh. Still smells like cinnamon even though he ditched his gum before the dance. “We made up the deal, we can forfeit it too.” He echoes exactly what fangirl bot has been arguing this entire time.

He's right. You can. Kiss him. Kiss him!

Read the Full Chapter on AO3

#sdv sebastian #seb x farmer #stardew valley fanfic #stardew sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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...Okay so this Light Dragon is Zelda, right? Or connected to her somehow. Has to be. I just got a pic of it for the compendium, and saw the entry gushes about how actually this dragon is the prettiest dragon ever, and I obviously must adore it more than anything in the world. The writers do not give a single hint of a fuck about anyone who isn't Zelda, I fucking KNOW how they work. She's been acting shady as fuck, but literally none of the other characters have even acknowledged that she's been the main antagonist so far, I can see the writing on the walls!

To be clear, I have mostly ignored the plot; all I know is that Zelda was yeeted back in time at the start, I have. No fucking clue what happened to her back there, or what she's been doing since she STOLE THE MASTER SWORD, THAT UTTER BITCH.

Anyways, I'm calling it now, light dragon is 100% zelda. Look, all of Link's supposed friends have been ignoring him getting his goddamn arm ripped off so that they can fuss over Zelda having ditched them, I CAN READ THE PATTERNS HERE. I WANT TO LIKE THIS INCARNATION OF ZELDA, I REALLY DO, BUT THE WRITING KEEPS SHOVING HER DOWN MY FUCKING THROAT, SO I KIND OF HATE IT WHEN SHE SHOWS UP BECAUSE THE STORY GRINDS TO A HALT SO EVERYONE CAN SUCK ZELDA'S DICK.

And I hate that, because there's so much potential there! Like that stuff about Zelda being a complete bitch to Link? I LOVE IT. She had a character arc there, and it was messy and complicated! And the whole thing with her powers??? I love it, there's so much there, she's obviously not going to get her powers by standing in ponds all day, but she kept doing it anyways! There was such a character arc there of her being 100% certain she knew how the world worked, and everything she was doing turned out to be self destructive and stopping herself from achieving her goals. That's really fucking interesting! But nope, no character development for Zelda, she was actually perfect the whole time, and even when she wasn't it was really someone else's fault. They wasted such a good character arc; I really love the storyline that she could have had. And that makes her more annoying to me, because she could be so goddamn interesting if the writing was better, but instead she's this generic bitch that I couldn't care less about.

#tears of the kingdom #i'm not tagging for spoilers this is just a theory #DONT TELL ME IF I'M RIGHT/WRONG I DONT ACTUALLY KNOW SHIT YET #i'm taking a break from the fire temple rn and actually ripping my hair out #both from frustrating puzzle and frustrating writing #yunobo sweetheart zelda brainwashed you STOP BEING WORRIED ABOUT THIS BITCH #i dont want to get through this temple to rescue zelda okay #she hurt yunobo. i'm gonna kick her fucking teeth in

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KuroFai Olympics 2022 - Team Blessed

Prompt: Frozen Heart Author: xFourLeafCloverx Title: Still Life Rating: T+ Summary: Childhood friends Kurogane and Fai were separated a long time ago. Now that they met again, how are they going to rekindle that friendship? https://archiveofourown.org/works/41208606/chapters/103308075

Prompt: A whole new world Author: kuroganeattacksquad Title: Mastering the Blade Rating: M Summary: Kurogane had taken his chaotic world and filed it down to a point, until it glimmered like the edge of his sword. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41235303/chapters/103378686

Prompt: Into the Unknown Author: tsubasafan Title: All That Was Lost is Revealed Rating: T Summary: A series of adventures in an unknown wood as Kurogane struggles to find his way home and finds more than he had ever hoped to find. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41259282

Prompt: Poor Unfortunate Souls Author: yououui Title: ever sun, ever moon Rating: M Summary: But his heart ached; it yearned to be the version of himself that could have it all. Even if it was only a dream, a mirage, he longed to chase after it. He felt a heaviness pulling at his eyes, drawing him closer and closer. He wanted to fall right into that dream where anguish didn’t exist and let himself feel the love he longed for. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41267712

Prompt: How Far I'll Go Author: FarenMaddox Title: if i don't make it back Rating: T+ Summary: The fae world is dying. The Faery Courts and the trolls are all that is left and they continue to make war in a hopeless race to the bottom. Each Court made a Sigil as a receptacle of all their remaining magic in a last-ditch effort to save the world, but Fai, the Sigil of the Winter Court, has no magic at all and no answer for why. What he has instead is a voice in his head. When Fai discovers that the voice is not his imagination but someone who is really out there, he undertakes a journey to find them and see if this world can be saved after all. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41286627/chapters/103516431

Prompt: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) Author: cloverfield Title: Those Sweet Words Rating: T+ Summary: The problem with Kurogane having a really obvious crush on the wizard that runs the magical supply store downtown, is that everyone else had an opinion on it - including his parents, the guardian dragon that lives in his family shrine, and even the gods themselves. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41293557/chapters/103536714

Prompt: God Help the Outcasts Author: PokeChan Title: Blessing or Burden Rating: T+ Summary: Fai has been found worthy of a blessing, but he wants nothing to do with anything the Maker wishes to give him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41401500

Prompt: Part of Your World Author: Flawney Title: Misadventures in Another World Rating: T+ Summary: Kurogane really didn't want anything to do with the Magic Knight business, but someone has to keep an eye on Sakura and Syaoran before one of them loses an eye. Who thought it was a good idea to give teenagers swords?! (He was going to staunchly ignore that the missing prince they were supposed to rescue had been visiting his dreams beforehand. Couldn't be related. Coincidence. UNIMPORTANT.) https://archiveofourown.org/works/41374227

Prompt: I See the Light Author: humancorn Title: it's warm and real and bright Rating: G Summary: Post-Canon AU where Kurogane & Fai settle down in Nihon Country after the final battle with Fei-Wong Reed. Fai & Kurogane have been working on resettling Suwa for nearly a year when Fai comes to some sudden realizations. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41372496

Prompt: Can You Feel The Love Tonight? Author: Atom_of_the_black_lagoon Title: What Clamp Left Out Rating: E Summary: I was a pinch hitter for this year's Olympics so that's why it's a big short, but I always wanted to write the scene that happened after Fai punch Kuro in Nippon. There's an optional sex scene. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41409255/chapters/103843410

#KuroFai Olympics 2022 #KuroFai Olympics #KuroFai #Cursed vs Blessed #Team Blessed

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ccaptain · 2 years

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thanks to @predvestnik and @decimatcd for enabling me with kaeya’s fighting style and preferences. BLOWS U BOTH A KISS TBH

- Kaeya fights DIRTY by default. He does it both for fun and to frustrate his opponent. Encouraging him to fight fair will have him roll his eye so hard and patronizingly tell his opponent that if he was to fight fair, it'd be boring, and he'd be dead; a duel to the death doesn't consider fair or dirty, the one who wins wins. Proceeds to show them just how dirty he can get and when he has sent them to bite the dirt, pinned down by his boot, he'd just smirk smugly. He taught a lesson!

- He... really isn't opposed to using his whole body in many senses. As in, if he notices his partner oogling him he'll ditch his shirt and fight bare chested, so he can distract them and bring them down easier when they're busy staring at his humongous tits. He also talks to taunt a LOT. I don't know if this man ever runs out of breath if it means antagonizing his opponent tbh?

- Extremely good at chokeholds with both his legs and arms, and knows how to cut both oxigen and blood flow with his holds. I see this trope done a lot in Chaeya settings so now my Kaeya is extremely good with his legs and forearms by using those as weapons. Yes, in a LOT of senses, fml.

- His mastering of weapons doesn't stop at just his sword, but he can manage others as well. If you disarm him, he has a dagger or two or three or five hidden up his sleeve, if you knock those out of his hands too he'll weaponize Cryo to make weapons out of that, too. I'm pretty sure that he's a menace among the Fatui and his methods of dealing with things are highly judged among the Knights because this man has robbed a Fatui Skirmisher of his Pyro shotgun and figured out how the fuck to use it in a matter of seconds, and has used it in... non-conventional ways. But hey, at least he got the informations the knights needed without blood spilled! ... much,

- Loves to set ''traps'', it's his favorite dirty game. He uses Cryo to weaken his opponents element, or play it up depending on what he feels like having, a slighty challenging battle, or a complete wipeout; sets LITERAL Cryo landmines (like that one sparring thread I'm having with Venus), and not even following the light Aquila Favonia emanates to find out where he is would be trustable, because if he had enough time to do that you may find an ice sculpture holding it and a dagger pointed at your throat from behind with Kaeya's suave voice asking if you yield yet; worse, you may think that you're safe if he's completely disarmed? WRONG. He will absolutely make weapons made of Cryo, but his favorite way to really drive the point home is ice over his knuckles to hit harder. He's a skilled swordsman, but where's the fun in a fair battle? Where's the fun if you don't fuck just a little with your opponent, hm?

- Understimate him, and you have already lost. He's DELIGHTED when someone thinks of him less just because he moves elegantly and seems all talk and no bite. And for the fun of it, he may play it up by faking a couple of weak hits to humor the other and trick them into lowering their guard. The moment you try to bring him to his knees? You're done for. He strikes hard, fast AND elegantly and before you know what's left and right you'll be looking at the sky, Kaeya towering over you and his sword at your throat. The fact that the grass may have softened the blow won't soothe that humiliation, buddy.

- Very, very, VERY elegant. The sketch gif we have from Mihoyo is exactly what he does and he does it SO damn well. Much like Eula, he employs elegance in his movement while still hitting hard and without a pause. Kaeya hypnotizes the enemy with his fluid movements, then topples them with raw strenght of his blows. Definitely my favorite fighting style.

#from another realm ━ (ooc)#posts this here and leaves c:#my job here....... done

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infernal-general · 2 days

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@saburaito

Heeled boots rhythmic clicks echoed through the silent streets, as suspected drawing a few less than savory lingering leers.

It took tremendous effort to keep her grin hidden and play the lost rich woman with a little too high slit dress a bit longer. Flickering lamps cast ominous shadows on her face, now well aware the pair of footsteps steadily following hers, the grip on the cane's handle tightening in excitement. The flex of long, elegant fingers were misinterpreted as a gesture of fear given by the faint snickers and the "Isn't it too cold out for ya in that pretty dress? I could warm you up!" explanation followed by many others in varying degrees of creativity

The lamp was broken when she decided to stop and turn around.

“I'm afraid I'm a little lost...my friend was supposed to pick me up somewhere” which was part truth, she had to weave her way out from the charity event, unseen both by airheaded guests and her bodyguards.

"We can show the way for a favor" followed by laughter until one finally ogled something else than her legs and realized the eyepatch covering her left eye "Holy shit the bitch is half blind!" Now that caused a snarl to ripple across Rozália's face, seems like she had grown too accustomed to people knowing and fearing her enough to not let even the thought of that cross their minds out of terror.

"Maybe completely" the otherwise silent one pointed at her cane and had the gall to wave his palms in front of her face

“Afraid I won't see your dick? Perhaps I should've bought magnifying glass too.” can't fit so much to the ridiculously tiny purse died on her tongue as greedy fingers grasped her from behind while the silent guy decided to backhand her; truly a magnificently witty comeback.

Her mind mostly focused on the plan and the pleasure ahead, the barrage of insults starting or ending with slut, bitch barely registering.

“My turn.”

Was the only warning before her legs snapped close on the man's neck while using the other for leverage. A vicious roll of her torso sent all of them to the ground, her actual weight and confusion playing a large role in it. Like an agitated snake, she shot up from the ground, her left hook carrying an unforeseen amount of power behind it, quickly followed by a clean uppercut with the opposite hand. Ogler joined his friends Groper and Silent on the pavement in disbelief and considerable amount of pain.

"What the fuck! Crazy bitch!" Groper decided to swing a faulty punch despite not being far off in his exclamation. Emerald eye blazed with bloodlust as she caught the arm, already bending it the wrong way as she slid closer

“So you don't want to fuck me anymore?” the fake innocence stark contrast against her demonic expression and intention; bones breaking and poking through skin after a smooth upwards wrench, followed by her forehead slamming against the bride of his nose.

A small click

Rozália turned with amusement at the pocket knife pointed at her with utmost determination.

"You don't have to be alive for me to fuck." Silent announced and that was a new one. She lunged for the familiar silvery glint in the darkness, with a twist freeing the glistening sword from the sheath.

“Mine's bigger I'm afraid.” Rozália laughed with twisted mirth, using the moment of surprise to both deliver a slash forward and to kick Ogler in a twisted dance she mastered the steps to long ago.

The fencing was short lived as Silent was trying to unsuccessfully breath through his slashed throat on his knees. Sharp heel slamming down to the crawling Groper's uninjured hand, causing the man to spiral into a desperate whirlwind of pleas and apologies. He would do anything. But what to do when she only wanted him to bleed ? In a last ditch attempt Ogler decided to charge at her with a broken bottle.

The crunch of bone accompanyied by thunder of heels, the scream cut short by a sword through the throat. And this is how euphoria felt. Only slightly ruined by the fact that the victory was against such unskilled lowlife opponents. Maneuvering through the limbs of corpses for the discarded sheath of her sword was when she felt the presence.

Head cocked slightly after the precise twirl around, still full offensive position but she hasn't lunged yet.

“You must be truly lost.” she came to the conclusion after taking in the man's clothing and ethnicity. And she wouldn't sink as low as shanking a lost foreigner- “But I do hope you have no plans about telling anyone about the little show here. Police needs a few unsolved cases to run after.” her instincts told her not to sheath her blade yet. The same ones that whispered her sister was unfortunately alive and well; she was compelled to believe them. Weapon lowered slightly, still not relaxed in terms of position, the Viper was waiting.

#⚔ ic 🔥 | hunter; hussar; hellfire; horseman #🚬 mafia verse 🐍 | blood is on the dancefloor; look how the viper took you under with seven inches in #saburaito #⚔fight moves claim / scott adkins 🔥 | l broke so many bones but 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 of them were my 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

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"Y'know. One thing I really hate about you fucks."

She pushed her hand from the table, shoving the slave aside as she rose. Eyes blazing with flames curling the insides of her eyes.

"You always think you're the only Alpha in this stupid world."

A blade in hand, the swords clipping to her waist as nanites swarmed through the door.

"Wh- You dumb-"

His face bent inwards, collagen snapping as she swirled in place. A kick throwing him to the floor as she slammed his nuts. Slaves enraged, rushed forward. The weapon swirling over her head, tripping the mob as she drew her grenade. The pin tossed aside, held in her hands as she sheathed her sword.

"Not bad- not bad-"

"Override, code 1 authority Creator. Verification."

Nanites slammed against the ground, rushing to join up to her arm as she drew her sword.

"Adrian was it?"

"YOU DUMB-"

CLICK

"your name. It's Adrian. Right?"

He scowled, a gun at his head. His slaves enraged as they, for the first time in likely ages, watched their master suffer. This dumb whore dared… He wasn't that stupid.

"Yes."

She grinned, eyes shimmering with the excitement of murder. Before scowling. Raising the gun from his head.

"You're a smart kid. Make a guess as to why I'm here."

"... To kill me?"

"NEH-OR. Think little man. Why would I not just shoot you, take your slaves? Then ditch this shit-"

"HEY-"

CLICK

"... Apologies, force of habit."

Helping the man up, gun held at the nearest slave.

"... You're part of some kind of league."

"Correction. Association. SA, named after the uh. Unfortunate side of the past. We need people who can keep the. More submissive in nature in line, EUN doesn't want to. Tarnish their image, so-"

The gun then fired the hand off a sprinting slave.

"I am aware of my agents falling under your care. You try that again-"

"... You're not a servant."

"Surprisingly, you taking several of my slaves for your own will NOT be tolerated. They are my property, not yours. Take any more, and it's war."

"... You're-"

"Leading, founder and current. Yes."

"... So…"

"You'll find a book at your premises. Also."

Ripping the enslavement device off her neck, she took a deep breath.

"Try to turn me again, I'll liquidate not only his association. I'll burn you alive. Good day."

Marching out the door, nanites swarming to him. His newest slaves following after their master.

"... So-"

"OH, right. Almost forgot. Robot will come by later. If you survive, we'll induct and grant you full membership."

"Excuse me?"

"Did you really think it'd be that easy? Check the USB on page. 457. You'll be able to find it."

#tag #Triage #Lore shit #Writer #writblr #Aura #Triage 5

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semi-imaginary-place · 1 year

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gamplay thoughts from reddit

the optimal classes are 15 wyvern lords and 2 warpers lol. By the point that players have accumulated enough resources to do whatever they wants, most aren't building for "optimal" builds. Its hard to say whether the process of playing 999+ hours changes a person or if it just weeds out the people who care about optimal builds but by that point most of the people I've met care more about interesting builds, and treat each play through as a way to explore another aspect of the game. Anyways all hail mortal savant Marianne, and make Dedue your only magic user.

The thing is with NG+ you can always choose not to buy skill levels. Professor rank and skill levels aren't automatically there at the start of the playthough you have to choose to buy them back with renown. If you don't buy skill levels the units have the same skill levels they always do and will have to level up the same way as a NG playthrough. If you unlocked the saint statues you do get to keep those automatically unlocked in NG+. Besides the real fun with NG+ is doing goofy builds like war monk Sylvain.

If I can run Petra as a warlock on maddening and turn Lysithea into a fortress knight you can run anyone with any stats in any class. Lysithea and Marianne are generally pretty stat foolproof its Ignatz and Lorenz that the rng can do wild things to.

I do like how in this game there often isn't 1 best path for each of the units like for example Ferdinand can be run as either an enemy phase dodge tank with his decent speed, personal ability, avo+, and a healing item, or you can run him as a player phase swiftstrikes user. (or you can do neither or you can take a hit to optimization for more versatility and do something in-between). Or Marianne has best utility as a bishop, best mobility as a holy knight, but I've had her be most offensively useful as a mortal savant/dancer magic swords dodge tank.

Optimization can come in many other forms too like right now I'm playing with the idea of tactical nuke striking the final boss of Verdant Wind with one hit which involves a lot of setup and stacking up every additional point of damage I can get onto Lysithea. Her base atk is like 46 or something and I need to get it to 109 which is very achievable I did the math and the lowest I needed was like 31, but its a lot of very careful arrangement so I might ditch this plan and do the map the conventional way.

I also like filling out skills and trying out all the classes, I think I've played all the classes on Byleth. I think all the classes are fun to play but I also think its fun to choose really bad classes. For Byleth outside of Wyvern Lord, Swordmaster with wo dao+ or thunderbrand is very good, Sniper Byleth is also powerful especially on higher difficulties, Falcon Knight (female only) is fun a little weaker but speedier than Wyvern Lord, War Master or Grappler is good if you go for a fist build, DLC War monk/cleric for some white magic.

I've only done Byleth and lords duo and solo runs but I only play on maddening. Tons of people do solo runs or "solo" because everyone uses different rules you can check out youtube or the forum site to see people talking about them. I also go classic and kill everyone off in ch1. For my rules everyone else must be killed in ch1 or as soon as possible and cannot deal damage ever (unequip and die). No recruits. No adjuncts. No nothing. If maining a normal student Byleth/lord cannot interact with an enemy or have anything equipped (weapon, battalion, ect.), they cannot take any action except to move out of attack range, if they are attacked by an enemy unit divine pulse or reset. Silver Snow is probably the best true solo route with Byleth since there is no other required character in part 2.

Byleth is super strong in part 1 but tends to fall off in part 2, Byleth never becomes bad but by the end they usually aren't one of my best units (they're like #3-5 depending on the playthrough). All the students are padded against bad rng level ups but not so the church units, I've had both Shamir and Manuela give me 0 stat increase levels before. I played my first run of Silver Snow with only church recruits and no Black Eagles students and that was fun.

for byleth classes i play most are wyvern lord, sniper if im feeling lazy. These days I pretty much only play on maddening and sword classes aren't well balanced for maddening. Valkyrie is a poor man's dark knight and lacks the growths and spell usages of warlock and especially bishop.

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nb-n0v4 · 3 years

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I am once again experiencing the mental disease that makes me cross-over doctor who with literally everything so have the lines for a TP!Link 9th doctor. drawing a Zelda!Rose to go with him so hopefully I get em done soon uwu

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You probably already answered this before, but why did Judeau stop Rickert from telling Guts that Griffith was so broken up about him leaving? Does Judeau not want Guts to feel guilty or emotionally overwhelmed? Is it because he is trying to protect Casca's feelings (she's not even present in the scene)? I'm just not sure what was up with that.

Oooh man I love that moment so much, I have talked about it before but I'm more than happy to talk about it again lol. (Here's the short version if you prefer, but I want to thoroughly dig into what Judeau's doing here in one post.)

Judeau has pretty much one role in the story at this point and that's to convince Guts and Casca to fuck. Seriously lol that's like his sole function once the gtsca subplot kicks off. Especially in this scene - on the very next page Judeau changes the subject to Casca taking over as leader and then mentions that he thinks it's unfair to her.

Later in the scene he straight up tells Guts that she was calling his name in her fever dreams while recovering from arrow wounds, and ofc this all comes after Judeau initially planted the idea in Guts' head right before Guts left, in chapter 33. And finally he finishes this scene with the unsubtle suggestion that only Guts can do something to save Casca from the burden of leadership:

Note Rickert's little question mark after Judeau finishes - it's calling attention to Judeau's clear agenda and the artificiality of what he's saying. It's a way of highlighting his manipulativeness here. This is further cemented by moments like the aforementioned headshake, or Guts giving him a straight up suspicious look when Judeau tells him to leave with Casca again shortly before the Eclipse:

It's funny like, the first time Judeau directly brings up the possibility of Guts hooking up with her Guts is surprised and calls his suggestion random:

At this point this reads like Judeau being a bro and giving Guts genuine helpful advice, and Guts awkwardly protesting because he hasn't considered the romantic tension between him and Casca, so he needs a friend to point it out for him. Basic romance trope, right?

But then it just keeps happening, until Guts flat out looks annoyed and questioning the final time Judeau suggests it.

Ultimately I think Judeau is an instance of Miura adding a little bit of realistic complication to the typical matchmaker/good advice friend character. Judeau isn't just trying to set Guts and Casca up because he thinks they'd be good for each other or because he wants his friends to be happy - Judeau is lowkey in love with Casca, doesn't think he's good enough for her, but thinks that Guts is, because Guts is a master at something and Judeau isn't, and that's how Judeau judges people's worth, because he's got some self-esteem issues. He explains this in the very same chapter he starts encouraging gtsca to happen:

And of course his final words before he dies are an expression of regret that he never told Casca "that important thing."

Basically what I'm getting at here is that Judeau is consistently the one who encourages Guts to bone Casca, from getting Guts to first consider it when he never had before, to subtly (and later less subtly) influencing Guts to take Casca away from the Hawks with him. Our attention is drawn to this through characters' reactions to Judeau's words, like Rickert's questioning and Guts' irritation. And when we learn that Judeau is in love with Casca, we should also then be able to realize that his role was not your classic, shallow "good friend giving good advice" dude, but rather "biased friend giving biased advice because he has his own issues too, because Miura enjoys playing with classic tropes" dude.

SO ALL THAT SAID, when Rickert tries to tell Guts how Griffith feels about him and Judeau subtly tells him to shut up? That is directly telling us that Guts understanding how Griffith really feels about him is incompatible with his relationship with Casca. Judeau wants that relationship to happen, which is especially highlighted in this chapter, and he doesn't want Guts to know that Griffith destroyed his own life because Guts left. Guts and Casca only connect romantically when Griffith and his feelings are out of the picture.

And honestly, that tracks completely.

Guts textually initiates sex with her as a distraction from thinking about all the painful Griffith-related shit he let Casca stab him over and Casca tried to kill herself over:

Much the same way Griffith initiated sex with Charlotte while telling her to take all the sad and frightening things and cast them into the fire.

After having sex with Casca he manages to bury the realization that Griffith loves him for a good three days even after he let Casca stab him out of guilt for abandoning Griffith (not to mention Rickert telling him), and only fully accepts that knowledge in chapter 71 with the line "Why do I always see these things after they're done and gone?" Appropriately enough, right after Casca has broken up with him.

More generally, Guts and Casca start feeling jealous and getting weird during the rescue mission as they get closer and closer to Griffith, Griffith is why Casca breaks up with him and also why Guts privately chooses not to leave with Casca after all but to stay with Griffith before that, after the Eclipse Guts abandons Casca to chase Griffith, after Hill of Swords he chooses to stay with Casca after Griffith tells him he has no feelings and ditches him in the snow, the Beast of Darkness tells Guts to leave Casca to find Griffith, Casca wakes up and can’t look at him while Guts can’t get Griffith’s intense stare out of his head...

Casca, imo, is a method of repression, a straightforward goal Guts can focus on to avoid thinking about his complicated feelings, and to keep thinking of Griffith as a godlike, unreachable figure.

uhhhhh yeah so tl;dr that panel means Judeau knows that Guts isn't gonna want to fuck Casca if he finds out he can fuck Griffith instead.

(or yk phrase it as “judeau knows guts isn’t gonna want to leave with casca if he finds out griffith fell to pieces when he left the first time and therefore the whole become griffith’s equal to get his attention thing was bullshit all along’ but same difference)

#lol you should probably read the short version but ykw this was fun to write #ask #Anonymous #a #b #character: judeau #ship: gtsca #ship: griffguts #theme: repression #scene: pre rescue #ty for the ask!#long post

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