#Saphira reaction

[where-dreamers-go]

Imagine Eragon and Saphira witnessing modern!reader getting into an argument with Arya about him.

Alright. Hi and here we go.

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When Eragon and Saphira first spotted modern! Reader and Arya with their words easily carrying over, they were alarmed.

Eragon heard his name and raced over to stop and hostilities.

Yet, Eragon soon realized that reader and Arya were not arguing over Eragon. Oh, no, no, no. The pair were in a passionate argument as to why Eragon wasn't fully literate in the human language and why didn't Arya know.

"The Ancient Language is great and all. Can't lie, magic, and ancient. But if Eragon can't read a sign or a scroll--."

"How was I to know humans were selective of education?"

"It could be dangerous." Reader said.

Eragon stood there quietly. What was he supposed to say?

Saphira thought the pair had a good point, but it wasn't her first priority.

#eragon reaction #Saphira reaction #where dreamers go #eragon #modern!reader #Erica answers

[glbtrx]

apparently the spine is such a weird place that when a giant explosion happened behind Eragon he just worried about the deers, THEN, after chasing them, he gave attention on what the fuck happened

#that part left me baffled from my first reading lol #I mean #for eragon probably the food was more important at that moment #but his first reaction really was to try to kill the deer the same? #like my boy something just exploded behind you it's not really normal #but that just make me more curious like I want to know every weird thing that happened to this guy on the spine #eragon shadeslayer #the inheritance cycle #eragon #christopher paolini #inheritance cycle #eragon and saphira #saphira

[imaginethatneathuh]

I've just started getting into Eragon (the first book of The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini) and I was informed that I should post my opinions as I read by @archangelsunited so that's what I'mma do.

Oh, and I haven't read or watched anything related to the series prior to properly starting Eragon. I have recently been reading some stuff on Tumblr.

Spoilers ahead.

I'm at the point where Eragon is waking up in the healer's hut after he passed out dragging his uncle Garrow to town (Carvahall) and I've got some opinions on what's happened so far.

First off, I read the prologue and it really introduces us to the world well. It's obvious that something's not right with this Shade going after a group of elves. Also, the Shade's treatment of the Urgals, despite their garish appearance, let's us, the readers, know that the Shade is bad news and the Urgals don't want to be doing this. The Shade using them as tools and discarding them like they're nothing makes us immediately sympathetic to the Urgals based on word choice and actions taken. Paolini's introduction to the world this way was fantastic. It definitely gives the feel of "the world isn't black and white" and it introduces us to the idea of mind/body control which is neat.

Second of all, Eragon, the person, is very intelligent for being so young. He obviously has a good understanding of how the forest works, he's smart enough to know to try and get rid of the stone (or egg as we find out later), and he knows to ask questions to people he knows are more or less trustworthy (aka Brom with the dragon questions). Eragon doesn't immediately think he knows everything about dragons based on what stories he's heard from spotty sources. He's smart enough to know that there's someone out there that knows more. That's what I can see so far, anyway. Despite this, he's also 100% a 15-year-old kid and acts like it. He has moments of 15 y/o-ishness like when he's upset that Roran is leaving and when he goes to talk to Roran but doesn't out of spite. That is a 15 y/o move. I should know; I did it when I was that age, too.

Third off, Saphira is a child. Like, literally, she acts like an impulsive child that doesn't think twice about what she's doing. I get it, she wants to protect Eragon and she probably has some trauma, but it's obvious that Eragon wanted to get to Garrow and warn him about what's going on and the dangers he's in but Saphira didn't give Eragon that choice or really any at all. It's frustrating. Also, she full well knew that Eragon didn't have any dragon-related training and yet still flew off with him when he was trying to calm her down. It's like she wasn't thinking at all about the ramifications of her actions and moving purely on instinct. She's young and that really shows. And, yes, there was that whole thing with the bird of prey but that felt weird and out of place.

Also, I really like the other characters. Yes, even Sloan. By that, I mean I like them as characters. Sloan, as a person, I despise. He's an awful, spiteful man that I would fist fight if I could. Horst is awesome though, same with Katrina. Roran is awesome so far and I really get why he left even if I do feel bad for Eragon. Garrow is a hardass and I like it. Good dude. Gertrude, Carvahall's healer, is also pretty cool. I don't like the Shade from the prologue. Don't know enough about the elves to have an opinion yet. Same with Brom. I've already talked about Saphira, who I do like (ish), and Eragon, who I also like and understand (mostly).

Overall, I like the story so far. It's entertaining and things follow each other well. The pacing seems okay so far. Lots of flowery words but they do help define the world well. I have no idea how to pronounce anything but that's fine.

So, yeah, that's what I think so far. Now I gotta go read some more.

#the inheritance cycle #inheritance cycle #eragon #saphira #first reaction #my thoughts

[eldunari-ignasia]

Thinking about my top three favorite scenes throughout the Inheritance Cycle and I think my choices are a little sappy in the end. All three are moments wherein Eragon and Saphira are just giddy with the joy of being near each other OR scenes in which there's a lot of catharsis. I just like to seeing them outside of the Horrors of War for once.

Putting my picks under the readmore to avoid spoiling scenes for anyone who HASN'T read the books yet. If any Inheritance fans are out there... cmere... I just want to talk.

Brisingr | Reunion Eragon and Saphira's second reunion in Tronjheim never fails to get a reaction out of me. I always know when the chapter is coming up but it always hits just as hard as the first time I read it. The separation isn't as heartbreaking as the one before it [Helgrind] but it still makes me ache- all the giggles that follow when she gets the hiccups really add it to it. One of those scenes that reminds you of how young they both are and how deeply the bond between them goes.

Eragon | Master of the Blade Our protagonist, a farm boy and a dragon, play in a lake [that's it!]. It's another one of those rare "Eragon and Saphira are just having fun" scenes that I can never get enough of. Because of the nature of the narrative, and the nature of narratives in general, the characters don't have a ton of downtime to just enjoy themselves. There are plenty of moments wherein Eragon is happy but not many where he's doing something just for the fun of the activity- it's not a luxury that he is allowed.

Brisingr | Two Lovers Doomed, Inheritance YES, this is literally two chapters and YES, you should have seen it coming. Eragon finally getting to know the truth of his father [Brom] and getting more insight into who Selena was? It was everything to me. The truth is hinted at frequently enough and intrigue about who his parents were and what they were like is set up in book one baby. There are 157,220 words in Eragon, roughly 176,000 in Eldest, and you have to get through 604 PAGES of Brisingr before you get to know the full truth. The catharsis is as real for the reader as it is Eragon himself.

Honorable mentions: 4. Every single dragon POV chapter. 5. Every interaction between Eragon and the villagers of Carvahall in Brisingr [bread making scene <3 Eragon paying Gedric for the saddle leather <33 Gifts of Gold is another favorite chapter of mine]. 6. Every Nasuada scene [no the ones with the horrible worms]. 7. Eragon and Saphira drunk singing.

#inheritance cycle #eragon #sapphira #christopher paolini #spoilers: brisingr #spoilers: eragon #spoilers: inheritance

[newtonsheffield]

Fírnen seems like such a sweet baby though.

Like he’s so excited to meet Eragon I can only imagine what Arya’s told Fírnen about him. But also: because they share much of their minds Fírnen’s first reaction to Eragon is a shadow of the way Arya feels about him because thus far he hasn’t left Du Weldenvarden and has no other reference for them.

Arya’s regard for Eragon is already formed in her mind so Fírnen mirrors that differently than the way Saphira regards Arya.

In short; Fírnen is a sweetheart and I wish we got to see more of him.

#I kind of hope if the Murtagh series continues we see more of Arya #Murtagh and Arya would be such an interesting duo to be working together tbh #the inheritance cycle

[alwaysdjarin]

Unholy

a Dave York x f!reader Series

Part 2 - Saphira

Part 1

RATING: Explicit 18+ ONLY. No Minors Please. My work is 18+.

Warnings: Dave York always comes with his own warning, soft!Dave, strip clubs, reader has blue eyes. {I think that’s it}

Words: ~1.1k

A/N: Thank you for all the kind reactions to part one. I really appreciate every like, reblog and comment. Here we go again. I think the story will get a bit more spicy in part three. Let’s see. ;-)

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You smile at the stranger in the hallway. His eyes roam over your body, of course, that’s what every man in this building does when he sees you. You hear him clear his throat when you approach him and he greets you with a „Hey!“

„Hey. Can I help you? Are you searching for someone?“ You study the man in front of you. His eyes are brown and deep, a prominent nose and a sharp clean shaven jaw. He is gorgeous, you have to admit, but something on him tells you to be careful. You notice how his gaze wanders over your features, his adams apple is bobbling in his throat. „Sir?“

His question if you want to have a drink with him caughts you offguard, even if it’s a question you hear almost every night you’re working here. And so you decide to give him your standard answer. You can see the disappointment in his eyes before you turn around and walk away from him. You feel his gaze on your back (or ass) long after you’re out of his sight.

You no longer pay any attention to the encounter when you come into your apartment and scrub the past hours of work off your body under the hot shower.

This night you dream about dark brown eyes and a low baritone you can’t quite remember the next day.

~

One week later

Daves week was a blurr. He had to concentrate at work, making plans for an upcoming job, writing reports and negotiate with „customers“. And all of this with one thing on his mind, you.

Friday couldn’t come fast enough and so Dave is back in the strip club you’re working at. His wife Carol and the girls staying with Carols sister this weekend, so nobody will know that he’s not at home. He’s sitting at the bar for almost two hours now and you’re nowhere to be seen. His frustration grows as he turns around to face the barkeeper.

„Hey big boy. Want another whiskey?“ The red haired woman behind the bar counter smiles at him but he’s just shaking his head.

„I need some information about one of the girls who’s working here. Maybe you can help me?“

The woman frowns. „Which one?“

Dave scratches the back of his neck. „I don’t know her name. She worked last Saturday, I saw her dancing on this stage.“ He describes how you looked but all he gets is a chuckle from the woman who faces him.

„Oh darling…there are over 30 women working in this club. Your description fits for every second one of them.“

Dave scoffs. What the fuck? No, there’s no way any of the other girls could match your beauty. „She…she told me that she doesn’t do private shows. Maybe this information minimizes the possibilities.“

But the woman behind the bar just laughs at him again. „What? I’m sorry to disappoint you, but every girl in this club does private shows. Even me, if you ask nice enough big boy.“

She leans over the counter so that her breast almost fall out of her top, her fingers brush his knuckles with a feather light touch. But Dave doesn’t even notice. He’s deep in his thoughts. You lied to him. You told him that you don’t dance for anybody in private, but that was a lie. Why did you do that? Did he scared you? Or maybe it was because you were on your way home?

The flirty barkeeper straightens her back and and yells over Daves shoulder. „Hey honey! How 'ya doing? Maybe you can help this sweetheart over here. He’s searching for one of the girls.“

Dave sighs and turns around, he’s willing to give up, maybe he will come back tomorrow, have one drink and try his luck aga—

He feels like he gets hit by a truck the moment he realizes who’s standing in front of him. It’s you. Your hair in a messy ponytail, wearing a loose shirt and leggins, your bag sling over your shoulder.

You do a double take, seemingly reminding him from last week. You both just look at each other for some seconds, Dave forgets how to breathe.

A shy smile forms on your lips. „Hi?“ you ask.

Dave takes a deep breath. Talk to her you idiot!

„You! YOU! I mean…I was searching for you!“

David Christopher York! What is your fucking problem?

You’re looking down at your feet and play with the hem of your shirt. Shy! That’s it! You’re shy. Dave thinks and can’t fight the warmth growing in his chest because that is so adorable. You’re eyes meet his gaze again before you speak. „Sooo…I think you found me. But I have to work now and as I told you already, I’m not supposed to drink with our customers.“

A chuckle from behind Dave catches your attention and Gina, the woman behind the bar exposes your lie again. „That’s a rule that no one follows.“

Dave turns his face back to you and you manage to give Gina a warning look before his hopeful gaze meets you again. You sigh „But I’m the main act tonight. I will be on stage at least an hour. It’ll get late and—“ „No problem!“ Dave interrupts you. „I have time. I’ll wait for you if you want me to.“

Your gaze goes to Gina who’s standing behind Dave. She nods enthusiastically and you have to suppress a laugh. „O-okay. One drink. But NOT here. I don’t want to see these titties in my free time.“ You wave your hands around and laugh. An honest laugh, even if it’s full of nervousness. But Dave recognizes directly. The way you sound, the small cute crinkles around your eyes. God, he never want to forget this.

He laughs with you. He didn’t expect this kind of joke from you. Not after your shy attitude from before. He nods. „Of course! Everywhere you want. No titties in your free time. I get it.“

You give him a shy wink before you leave in the direction of your dressing room and Dave turns back around to the bar counter where Gina already serves him a whiskey with a mischievous smile.

„What’s her name?“ Dave asks.

„Saphira. It’s her artist name here.“

„Saphira?“

„Yeah.“ Gina nods. „It’s because of her eyes.“

And then Dave understands. Your eyes are blue. The most beautiful blue he has ever seen. Like a sapphire, one of the most precious gemstones in the world. How fitting.

Next part

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#pedro pascal #the equalizer 2 #dave york x you #dave york x reader #dave york x f!reader #dave york fanfic #dave york smut #dave york pit #dave york fic #dave york

[gree-gon]

Seven personal Belrose Family headcanons from you if that's okay?

sure thing!! the majority will be saphira related tho as. you know

1. Saphira has consistent nightmares and often stays up late to "avoid them".

2. Charlotte felt guilty for Saphira's drastic change in personality after the fire and everything else that followed, because "she" was the one who started the fire.

3. Saphira chose dragon types because she had a close relationship with her dad, also because she likes them.

4. Laura is the tallest of the sisters, Saphira is the 2nd tallest, then comes Charlotte.

5. Charlotte ABSOLUTELY teases the hell out of Saphira if she ever grows fond of someone. Not to Laura as she doesn't have the same funny reactions to it.

6. Saphira has scars resembling lightning covering her shoulders and upper back from the ETC. They're pretty visible, which is why she wears covering clothing.

7. Saph has a white streak in her hair from all the trauma bcuz I'm emo and dramatic like that, I always draw her with it unless its an AU without Sigmund.

#i love how my only one for laura is “shes tall” LMAO #but yeas these are my hcs #ty for the ask !! #pokemon reborn #saphira belrose #charlotte belrose #laura belrose #gon answers #long post #kinda #i talk a lot hfjd

[ashleybenlove]

Eragon pressed his forehead against Saphira for a moment. Good hunting, she said softly.

And you as well.

Yelling at cat meme. That’s it, that’s my reaction. The cat is Paolini.

#ashleybenlove posts #The Inheritance Cycle #Eragon #Inheritance #You can make the meme if you want I guess

[lemonade-juley]

Also, sorry if it feels like I'm ignoring Allyson the past like month or so. The Reborn protag in general has significantly less going on with them compared to Rejuv's and Rejuv's protag is a much more active part of the plot (namely just simply having dialogue choices and having some major reactions to stuff that happen), so I tend to have a lot more to think about for Anya then Allyson.

Also, I guess Allyson's story is pretty much all set in stone, I've already talked about a lot that can or would happen post game, and that's mostly just because Reborn is a completed story.

That and the pairing I gave Anya is more complicated enough that it's turning Anya's version of Rejuvenation more directly into an AU (even if it's mostly just adjusting the timeline of major plot events rather then actually changing said events to give more time for that pairing to develop in between plot beats) rather then Allyson being plopped into Reborn's story and her relationship with Saphira being largely post game or post-post game

#i promise to do more Allyson content soon she is still my beloved #but my mind has been focusing on my current blorbos of Anya and Erin #and also I've been workshopping Lysia's character #lemon rambles

[torment-deviser]

Pokemon Reborn Endgame/Post-game spoilers

I think one of the interesting aspects of Pokemon Reborn with regards to OCs is what their reaction to Lin, child and adult. But mostly child!Lin.

Do they despise her still? Do they want to help her get better from the clusterfuck that is her backstory? Are they unnerved and just keep her at arms lenght.

How does their reaction, especially if they advocate to help her, affact their relationship with other characters? It's something interesting to explore, especially when thinking of our OCs after the post game.

In the case of Vidar, he kinda adopts Lin in that he basically becomes responsible if she starts causing trouble again. However his decision does impact his relationships negatively for a while, as the other characters dont understand why he's giving Lin a chance while he didn't others. Mainly his budding relationship with Saphira.

What about y'all? Any interesting dynamics?

#pokemon reborn #lin paraeah #saphira belrose #pokemon oc #oc:vidar #ara's ramblings

[where-dreamers-go]

Can I ask for the super skilled fighter Reader from the last request to invite Eragon for a sparing match after they defeated everyone? Almost like an end-boss situation XD.

Ooo if you need song inspiration you could go with super massive black hole by muse!

“Sparring Fool” Eragon x Reader

(A/N: Hi! The way I practically shrieked while reading Super Massive Black Hole was hilarious. That song takes me back…closer to when I was reading Brisingr, maybe earlier. So thank you. Also…I did not specify this being Modern! Reader. Plus at this point, I don’t know if this is an Eragon insert reader or an Eragon Reaction. Warnings: Me writing to that song! Lol Mentions of fighting. Ancient Language for Dragon Rider and friend used. Word Count: 972 words)

Eragon had learned much in his life, especially after leaving home. What he had witnessed between you and the warriors on Mount Arngor gave him a fast course in learning your opponent while fighting. Sure, he had only visuals to rely on, but he was still greatly impressed.

They bested everyone they sparred with. Eragon watched as you sipped from a cup of water. Who trained them?

Steady in an oncoming stream of thoughts and images of your movements, the leader of the mountain forgotten where his gaze landed. Deep in analysis and questions kept even his sight preoccupied for the better part of your rest period.

“Thinking of a puzzle?” You asked with a small smirk.

Eragon composed himself. “In a way, yes.”

Humming in acknowledgement, you nodded.

“You’ve very skilled in your fighting.”

“I do my best.”

“Your best is impressive,” he added.

“Thank you, but there are others more skilled than I.”

He smiled.

Your attitude only made Eragon more interested, curious.

“Would you like to spar with me?” You asked, stretching.

Straightening his back, he paused for only a moment. Long enough for Saphira to encourage the activity.

“I would.”

Standing up, you inquired, “Weapons or no weapons, Shur’tugal? Your choice.”

An easy decision for the Dragon Rider. One he was most confident in succeeding.

“Sword.”

Your smile mirrored his own and his stomach fluttered for a second.

Let us see how this turns out. He thought as he felt Saphira’s amusement.

You picked up two swords, ones already magically altered to prevent severe damage to oneself and the swords themselves.

Have fun, little one.

Eragon met you in the middle of a clear area. He took the weapon you offered graciously before taking a few paces backwards. A preferred distance for the start of the spar.

Taking a ready stance gave Eragon a sense of calm confidence.

There was no danger.

There were no enemies.

It was another practice in skill.

You made the first move.

If only Eragon hadn’t let his confidence in a sword-fight and his observation of your skills lead him into a false sense of victory. For when his confidence hit a peak, you used it against him.

Retreating to the left, the Dragon Rider let out a soft groan.

That kick hurt, Eragon thought in some attempt to warn himself of any more light damage. They are good. He repositioned the sword.

Years ago he was changed by the dragons. He had greater speed and senses. He knew this.

Yet Eragon very well could had been taking his first few lessons of fighting all over again.

He had been anticipating specific moves from you. All that time spent watching and you had the advantage.

“Are you watching, Shur’tugal?” Your voice snickered towards the end of your question.

Warmth coated his skin to which he hoped was unnoticeable.

They are playing with you.

I know, Eragon replied to Saphira.

It came time to change tactics. To be as unpredictable as possible or almost unlike himself became his strategy.

Eragon charged forward. If he could no longer land a hit then he desperately needed to disarm you. Anything before you bested him completely.

How would it look if you won against everyone and him?

If he set aside his pride, it would look amazing. A skilled warrior who could adapt to their opponent and win was a great addition to have amongst others.

For the most part, you twisted away from Eragon’s swing. Keeping some momentum allowed him to hit your leg. Enough to cause you to stumble.

The surprise in your eyes added to his confidence of his altered strategy. He would need to be careful.

“Are you watching, fricai?” Asked Eragon with a smirk. His bent his knees and looked for another opportunity.

Rolling back your shoulders, you answered, “Closer than you think.”

Swings, dodges, hits, and words were exchanged for a while longer. Limbs aching and sweat noticeable. You both continued.

Close, he thought as he used his blade to push yours further away.

You were left open.

He swung down, however before impact you kneed his side. A little too close to his rear.

Sending you a disapproving frown lasted a second.

Swords locked between the pair of you.

Eragon had never been that close to you before.

“Pouting again, Shur’tugal?” You panted.

“No. Tired, fricai?”

“Not yet.”

Muscles flexing, Eragon added weight to the point of contact. He watched the two blades lean towards you. There was no need for enhanced hearing for him to know you were trying to even out your breathing.

If he could tire you, perhaps he could win the sparring match. There were no tricks to truly fend off exhaustion.

“Do you always…stare at someone’s lips when fighting?” You huffed.

Eragon’s eyebrows rose.

What? I don’t—

A flicker of change, a thought, in your eyes and you kicked one of his legs out from under him. With his weight focused foward, the Dragon Rider knew his mistake.

Pivoting to his side, you gave a shove onto his back.

Down Eragon went. Catching himself on one knee saved some of his dignity.

Not much could be said about his pride as a while as he felt the cold blade of the sword across the back of his neck. Nor did the Dragon Rider know what to say while your fingers pressed down on one of his shoulder blades.

Eragon Shadeslayer had lost.

After aiding him in standing and Eragon complimenting you, tension died away.

“Best two out of three?” You smiled playfully.

Laughing, Eragon replied, “Perhaps another time.”

“I think I owe you a drink.”

“It would be very appreciated.” He smiled and added. “Then perhaps you could tell me how you beat me?”

It was your turn to laugh, “Perhaps, Shur’tugal, perhaps.”

~~~

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[fattybattysblog]

Forsaken

An original universe's AU. All original characters. Probably not the best first one to post, but it is super short. A good snippet maybe. General fic, mentions of gore, 1000 words

Summary:

Saphira is a demigod born to the god of magic, Cicero. She refuses to accept her divinity so Cicero must punish his insolent child.

The thick, dark clouds gathered overhead in anticipation of the encounter ahead on the heels of chaos and magic. The secret shame of the divine, the mortal of his blood, held herself and averted her eyes from him as he approached. Both wore their human masks, the only form the mortal had ever seen of her father. Her arms were wrapped tight around herself with her head lowered, making herself small and non threatening to the powerful presence coming near.

Cicero grinned, the feathers in his hair bobbing as he tilted his head down at his daughter. The bells on his earrings jingled with the motion. His gaze towards her was not kind, though it was hard to tell the exact emotion flickering in the flames of madness within his eyes. She hated that they were turned on her.

"You've given my proposal some thought, then?" Right to the point. Not wasting any time with pleasantries.

Saphira kept her eyes on the ground and her arms around herself. Hoping meekly that the embrace would somehow hide her. She grimaced at his words, knowing that he wouldn't like what she had to say. She gave it nearly a year of thought. All of the time he had allotted for her cold feet. With a deep breath, she gathers some sliver of her nerves in order to speak.

"I have. And I've made my decision."

"Heeheehee, yes, yes. And?" Cicero giddily bounced on his feet. Already removing his human mask and not waiting for her answer before encroaching on her space. It made her stagger backwards. His divine form was large with two pairs of wings and eyes that betrayed the madness he created. There was nothing but chaos on his mind and the magic in his veins made him appear to almost glow. The toothy, cracking grin stretched all the way around his head.

Saphira shook her head and raised a hand to stop his approach, "I'm not doing it. I don't want to be a god."

Once she uttered her last word, the wind picked up around her and chilled her to her bones. She dreaded his reaction. There was never any way to tell what her father might do when he was angry. There was no way to tell how he would respond to any emotion. She avoided his gaze. Standing her ground with a tremble in her knees.

Cicero simply glared at her. There was complete silence in the moment he stood still. Even the lashing wind hushed for him. He shattered his human mask in his hand and towered over Saphira. His wings flexes and shuddered in his anger. The pupil-less eyes in his monstrous face burned with fury. He wouldn't tolerate the insubordination from his own child. Cicero grabbed her by her wrists and lifted her effortlessly into the air. He took her feet off the ground as he straightened to his full height at double her size.

Saphira kicked and struggled. Swinging herself around to try and rip her arms from his grasp to no avail. When he held her up, taking her off the ground, there was no way out. The malice he radiated left a rotten taste in her mouth and encouraged her attempts to flee. She knew something was about to happen, but she had no way to anticipate what it could be. She fearfully pleaded for him to put her down.

"You would deny your birthright?" Cicero asked in a cold tone that Saphira hadn't felt turned on her before. Disgust began bubbling in his stomach. Her audacity was not welcome. He had shown her ample kindness in offering her a choice and she has made the wrong one.

His frown was stark on his usually gleeful face. The antennae on his head bristled dangerously around his sickle horns. In one swift motion, he jammed his nails into her eye sockets and pulled both her mask and her eyes out of her face. The shock of what he had done made Saphira stop struggling, dangling her in his grip for a second. He tossed the trash from his hand and bared his teeth at her as she writhed. The agonized, betrayed screams that shredded her throat were grating to him and he dropped her in the dirt. She held her face and cried in a crumpled mess. The blood pouring from her empty sockets as she writhed in the intense pain.

"This will be the last mercy I give you, brat. You are not to disobey me." He growled, his tone low and icy as the clouds overhead rumbled with thunder and unleashed a freezing rain that bit their skin. Saphira didn't answer, unable to comprehend anything more than the damage to her being. Cicero stood nearby, not bothering to comfort her, waiting.

The mortal coil surrounding Saphira cracked steadily. As if the shell of an egg, the human flesh shattered in a burst of divine light and left Saphira in her silvery blood as it streamed from the endless depths in her face. Her T'vahren flesh began to stretch and change as well. Her neon leather was replaced with golden feathers as a duplicated set of wings crest from her back. Her symbol was gone, no longer tied to the ebbs and flows of her being. A second set of arms held the ground for dear stability as her initial pair gripped her face in despair.

Pleased with the new form she has taken, the saccharine smile once more painted his lips. He turned away from her, satisfied with what he had done.

"Rejoice in your new gift." He chuckled, leaving the storm with her as he shot off to his divine shelter.

Saphira was left in the fields alone. Blinded and unable to make sense of her new limbs with the pain that screamed in her head. She curled in on herself and sobbed, arms holding her body and steadying herself at once. The silver rivers streaming down her face pooled around her. The mixture of blood and tears refused to stop. She felt alone in the cold, bitter rain. A divine fledgling with no one to guide her and no way to tell what would come next.

#battyfics #fiction #short story #AU #original character #original universe #gods #transformation #mild gore #eye damage

[imaginethatneathuh]

I got another The Inheritance Cycle update

This one's fairly short and I mostly rant about Saphira.

Spoilers

Okay, so I'm at the point after the storm but before Brom and Eragon go into Yazuac.

First, as annoying as some of the wording is, Paolini did a pretty good job of describing the setting and even parts of the action. I felt like I was there, facing the pained winds and the storm alongside the characters. So, kudos to him on that.

I also like that Eragon is very much a teenage boy that gets annoyed when the adults don't give him an honest, straight answer. With that, I also find Brom not telling Eragon wassup kinda annoying. However, I understand why he isn't (I stick to the theory that Brom is Eragon's absent biological father and an ex-dragon rider - maybe the dragon died? IDK). I don't like how Brom is training Eragon but that's because it feels super informal to an annoying degree (aka it's mostly a personal thing).

This part is entirely my opinion about Saphira.

Saphira lovers have been warned.

Lastly, I have found I'm not that big of a Saphira fan. Maybe she changes as time goes on but I find her really annoying and self-centred. When she says "This is irritating, having to hide all the time like a criminal", it's grating. It seems like she doesn't understand that is pretty much what she is! The Ra'zac want to turn them to Good Ole' Trixie's side or kill them! They are being hunted. Not to mention, if Saphira is seen, people will freak out and bad things will happen. How does she not realise this? Does she have no critical thinking skills? Eragon, who the fandom generally sees as stupid, understands that. But, Saphira doesn't seem to and Eragon needs to remind her. Yes, Saphira is young and inexperienced but even the young and inexperienced can have critical thinking skills. Honestly, Saphira just seems really self-centred and petulant. Ya know, like the child she is. Also, she's really fucking arrogant which is annoying considering she's a child and inexperienced in so much. I think the only thing I really like about her is that she's protective of Eragon and that's it. So, yeah, I don't really like Saphira that much. I hope that changes. She seems neat as long as I disregard her personality entirely.

As I read, I don't know why but I just don't get fandom opinion. It seems off to me. I'm also not that far into the story so maybe I'll see why Saphira is so well-loved and Eragon is seen as an idiot later on. Idk.

#the inheritance cycle #inheritance cycle #eragon #saphira #first reaction #my thoughts

[fangaminghell]

Fern and Leo are friends we all know now, so you just know that Suraya and Saphira and Florina and Julia go on double dates occasionally!

I feel like Rini and Suraya get along naturally ( both struggle with emotions in some way, Rini is general but both struggle with their more negative emotions), so it's kinda a given they would have their girlfriends meet too. I mean I'm pretty sure they already did but not under life threatening circumstances. Saphira is probably overwhelmed by how Julia is....Julia( extrovert vs introvert I suppose) but doesn't exactly mind it. It's kinda refreshing,in a way, and Florina is there to reign her in ( she does find Julia's reaction to surprise hand holding by Rini cause mood).

I don't think Julie and Saphira are gonna be super close or anything, but Saphira can ( kinda) hold a conversation with her ( Charlotte kinda prepared Saphira for this so it's fine).

#oc: suraya ✴️

[moviemunchies]

I have so many feelings and feeling-shaped things attached to the Eragon movie that I don’t know how to approach this review. If you weren’t a fan of the book eagerly awaiting this movie like I was–I must have watched the tailor like thirty times when it was released–you can’t understand the excitement for this movie, followed by the disappointment in how little regard for the source material the movie had. AND THEN all the fan reactions.

There was this guy–username was Thorin Oakenshield–on the Inheritance Forums of Shurtugal.com that wrote, like, a song? Or a rap? “The Eragon movie/Was less than groovy/This song it made me sing/Bad images did it bring”.

I probably got it horribly wrong, but I’m amazed that I remember that much.

And there was this one person who made a post arguing that actually, this was an Oscar-worthy movie, and we were all being unduly harsh, and in hindsight, that person was _definitely_ trolling all of us, but we were all worked up about it.

Anyhow I kind of love this movie even though it’s a cold mess.

[Sorry, this might be rambling. But YES I have all the books, and YES I have written to the author–and he wrote BACK!]

Alright, so, the story goes like this: Christopher Paolini was a fantasy and sci-fi fanboy living in rural Montana and his local library ran out of books for him to read. So at fifteen he decided to write his own book, and he got it published with his parents’ small publishing house. And like, yeah, it contained a lot of obvious shout-outs and homages to books he liked, maybe TOO much, but he worked his butt off promoting it by going to schools and stuff in costume to ask people to buy his book. It got noticed by Carl Hiaasen of Hoot fame, and Knopf picked it up, edited it a bit, and re-released it.

It tells the story of Eragon, a farmboy on the edge of the Empire, who discovers a dragon egg while out hunting. When it hatches, he bonds with the dragon and becomes the newest Dragon Rider, a member of an order wiped out by the current king (who used to be a Rider himself), and goes on a quest to avenge his uncle, find his destiny, and fight the Empire. And stuff.

In overall Plot it’s remarkably like Star Wars. This has been remarked upon. A lot.

This was back in the day when everyone always wanted their favorite books to become movies. So when a movie was announced, we were all pumped. And then the movie came out and it was… eh? Alright, we all hated it. Any original or complex or memorable elements from the book were cut for the movie, which streamlined the Plot into an hour and forty-five minutes. Furthermore, things like the elves and dwarves were reduced to only mentions in the movie–characters who were nonhuman in the books are apparently human in the movie for no discernible reason. Budget, possibly?

Really, lack of budget would explain quite a lot about this film. The design for large chunks of the movie is uninspired–even though the film quality is better, the village and castle sets wouldn’t look out of place in a SyFy original movie from that era (I have no idea of SyFy original movies have been cleaned up since then–I haven’t watched any since those days). There are some cool things like Saphira’s general design, the look of Zar’roc, and the Raz’ac, and if you ever get the deluxe edition of the DVD like I did, the special features show some of the concept art, and there’s some really cool looking stuff. But overall, it doesn’t have a very good visual language, one that sticks out to viewers.

[Side note: Durza looking like a generic evil sorcerer was disappointing, considering I always imagined him looking like superpowered Johnny Rancid from Teen Titans.]

[Other side note: the dragon armor that Arya shows Eragon, or at least the face plate, is not the one we see her wearing in the final battle. Possibly CGI design changed in production.]

I know a lot of people had problems with Saphira’s design in the movie. The feathers, in particular, rubbed people the wrong way. I didn’t mind that much, especially since the wings in the move are BOTH feathered and batlike, which is odd but unique and I think dragons with feathers is a cool idea? I like the fur-like feathers along her back and at her tail better, but look, the feathers are fine.

[Another side note: the tie-in video game did NOT have feathers on Saphira’s wings.]

You know what’s less fine? Her teeth. There are shots in which her teeth look almost human-like, and that’s just plain wrong.

And even worse, just her entire character and role in the story. Antis of the book complained about how she solved problems for Eragon all the time, but she’s weirdly subservient in the movie in a way that’s annoying. It’s explained that if a Rider dies, the dragon will also die, but not the other way around–which isn’t how it worked in the book, and Paolini claims he actually asked them to alter the line when he saw the script, which they didn’t. So the result is Saphira constantly telling Eragon how noble it would be to die for him. It’s annoying, actually.

Speaking of book inaccuracies: the geography. At one point Brom says something like, “And from there it’s a straight shot to the Varden.” Which it’s not, there’s a massive desert in the way. And I thought I’d let this one go because obviously people who haven’t read the book don’t care. But then rewatching this time, I noticed: there’s a map! In Galby’s throne room! We see it! And sure, nobody’s taking notes, but it’s there, and we can see the big friggin’ desert! And that’s never mentioned! What the fudge!

Random criticism: as much fun as it is to watch Brom beat the snot out of Eragon with a stick after Eragon claims he has sword skillz, do you ever notice that at no point does Eragon actually get better at sword fighting? He doesn’t practice, Brom doesn’t really train him. And to be fair, it’s not like the movie expects us to think he got better, because we don’t really see him win any duels. When he fights, he tends to fall back on magic and his big honking dragon, which is fair because I might do the same in his situation.

I remember everyone and their mother saying the performances were bad in this film, other than a couple. I don’t know, I think they’re alright. They’re not good, mostly, but they’re also not really working with great material. The script is mostly wooden, and the editing is WEIRD. It’s pretty obvious that some scenes were shortened for time. Especially noticeable is when Roran leaves (the full scene can be seen on the deluxe DVD, which includes book character Katrina) and when Eragon has his fortune told–seriously, he asks for the name of the “girl” in his future, and then it cuts to him leaving the hut before getting an answer.

Also hang on–Arya is Eragon’s love interest? There was always something _off_ about this in the books, considering the age difference, but that age difference is because she’s an immortal elf over a hundred years old (an element not alluded to in the film). Sienna Guillory is over ten years older than Ed Speelers, and obviously so. She’s clearly in her thirties in this film, which is fine, but what’s less fine is when she’s meant to be the love interest of a character who we’re told is seventeen. 

But back on performances, I think Jeremy Irons as Brom is actually fantastic? He’s fun to watch, has great dialogue, performs his lines well–he’s actually a great part of this movie. Sadly he dies, but he’s great while he is on screen.

The actual worst performance? John Malkovich as King Galbatorix. Galby isn’t in the first book, so he has nothing to do here except to groan about his stone (I know how that sounds and I don’t care) and give orders to Durza. There is no reason for him to be here, and John Malk knows it. He does not care. He’s phoning it in, if even that. It’s amusing in its own way, but it’s also pretty egregious that he sounds like he’s trying to take a nap and the movie’s bothering him.

[Also! The story was that Christopher Paolini had a cameo in the movie as one of the Empire’s soldiers in Farthen Dur at the end that got beheaded, and you bet your bottom dollar that I was looking for it when I was seated in the theater, but alas! His cameo got cut.]

As you can probably tell, I thought this movie was bad, but I mostly made my peace with it. The past few years I find that I’m always scratching my head when I see someone new has made a review to bash this movie, because… well, duh, it’s bad, we all know it. It feels like beating a dead horse. If you haven’t read the book, or if you have and didn’t care that much about it, then the movie is dumb, but it might be fun for you. If you have read the book, and are a fan, you’ve got a 80% chance of hating it. 

#Movie Munchies #Eragon #movie reviews #rambling #dragons #Saphira

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Father and Son (Ask Fill)

Anonymous asked: When does Eragon discover that Brom’s his father?

“He said that Morzan is my father.”

The silence that filled the tent made Eragon’s chest ache more than any of the injuries that now littered his body. Saphira reached out to him, trying to comfort the hurt, but he recoiled. This was his burden to carry, and he’d carry it alone.

Nasuada stared with her lips parted, hanging on the edge of saying something but seeming unable to decide what would be the best response.

Roran’s face was frozen in shock, but a familiar flush was creeping up his neck that signaled he was about to explode to Eragon’s defense like he would when they were children and the other kids mocked his lack of parentage.

For once, Eragon just wanted his cousin to stay quiet as he turned his gaze to Arya, trying to gauge her reaction. He didn’t know what he wanted to see. Disgust? Pity? Sympathy?

Her eyes were wide and a mix of gobsmacked surprise and…was that apprehension?…colored her expression.

But Arya wasn’t looking at him.

The elf was looking at Brom.

And the tent exploded into noise once again.

“HE SAID WHAT?!”

Eragon staggered as Brom rushed him, a wild light in his eyes as he shoved Roran aside and seized the young Rider by his upper arms. “You believed him?!” He could feel the man’s muscles trembling with rage even as he shook Eragon roughly. “How could a monster like Morzan spawn a man like you?!”

Out the corner of his eye Eragon saw Roran already regaining his feet as Arya vaulted clear across the staging table to get to his side. The elf was millimeters away from yanking the enraged Rider off when Brom suddenly stopped shaking the young man and locked eyes with him.

“You’re MY son, dammit!”

Eragon’s hammering heart juddered to a stop.

“You’ve always been my son.”

Brom’s chest heaved as Arya pulled him away from the shellshocked Eragon. She was watching him now, looking for any hint as to how the younger Rider wanted to proceed. She released her grip on Brom and stepped back when Eragon gave her a shaky nod before turning to Nasuada.

Eragon bowed. He hoped that the stiffness of his stance hid the trembling of his limbs.

“If you’ll excuse us for a moment.”

With that he grabbed Brom by the shoulder of his armored coat and dragged him out of the tent, leaving a stumbled trail of burnt and broken soil crust in their wake.

~

Eragon didn’t stop until he, Brom and Saphira were far enough from the command tent to cast deafening wards on their conversation. The moment they were in place the younger man rounded on the elder.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Brom flinched. There was so much emotion in Eragon’s voice, a terrible mix of anger and betrayal that nearly masked the undercurrent of confusion and hurt. The sound made him want to throw his arms around the boy. He held back, knowing that right now, Eragon wasn’t ready. He wanted answers, and Brom would do his best to give them.

So he took a deep breath. “I couldn’t. If word reached the wrong ears that you were my son it would have put you in so much danger. I wanted you to grow up with a family that could give you a normal life, not force you to live every day in fear that the King would one day discover us.” Unable to stop himself, Brom reached out to put his hands on the furious young man’s shoulders. “Eragon, I wanted to protect you–”

Eragon gnashed his teeth and shoved Brom’s hands away. “But that was THEN! Did you ever stop to think maybe, once we all were already running from Galbatorix, to tell me who you were? The whole time we traveled, you never ONCE gave us an inkling–”

‘He told me, Little One.’ Saphira lowered her head to her partner. Eragon stared at her with shock. ‘I’m sorry. I wanted so badly to tell you, but before he told me anything Brom made me swear oaths to keep it secret unless absolutely necessary.’ She brushed her snout against his arm. ‘I’m sorry.’

Saphira could feel him wrestling with the revelation, the twinges of betrayal and questions of who he could trust if not her to share everything. Her own regret and shame at being locked in her promise seeped across their link, and with a pang of guilt Eragon’s thoughts came to clarity. She had wanted to tell him, and would have if she could. She was not to blame for this.

“That was wrong of me.” Brom bowed his head. “I shouldn’t have burdened you with this, Saphira, especially under such oaths. I…I wanted at least someone to be able to tell Eragon if I–” He stopped. “I’m sorry.”

“That doesn’t–” Eragon cut himself off, the cauldron of emotions inside him boiling over. All his life, he wondered who his father was. He loved his family, Garrow, Roran, Marian, but there was something inside that he always craved. And now, to know he had been denied it when it was right there, so close to him this whole time….

He exploded.

“Even in Ellesméra, probably the safest place in all Alagaësia, you didn’t tell me!” Eragon jabbed a finger into Brom’s chest, nearly staggering the older man with his new strength. “I can’t believe you! Tell me, if Murtagh hadn’t assumed I was Morzan’s blood too, were you ever going to claim me as your son?! What, were you too ashamed of me while Durza’s scar made me an in–”

And suddenly arms were around him, squeezing tight. The familiar scent of sweet tobacco smoke, warm canvas, leather and sandalwood washed through Eragon’s senses. It evoked memories of their travels, of the nights spent at the campfire learning magic and swordplay.

But even deeper still, lost in the reaches of his oldest memories, the feeling of Brom’s arms around him recalled the days spent in the storyteller’s tiny home while Garrow and Marian worked the fields. His patience with Eragon’s neverending questions. How, without him knowing it, Brom made sure his son was fed, sparked his interest in the world around him, did his best to guide him on difficult choices. How the old man always made sure his door was open to him, for advice, stories, or simply someone to sit with in troubled times.

He realized, then, that Brom was shaking as he tightened his grip on his son. Hot tears splashed on the shoulders of his armor, beading up on the aramid polymer.

“Stars above, I’ve never been ashamed of you.” Brom shuddered in a gasp, then let words pent up for years pour out of him. “You’ve always been my son, Eragon. I was so afraid that…that I would lose you too. I don’t know a thing about being a father, and after all that I’ve done and all I lost I just…I couldn’t. I couldn’t let that touch you.

“I wanted more than anything to tell you. I was just too damn scared. I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I can do to make up for the past, but–”

Brom froze.

Eragon settled his arms around his father, and hugged him back.

He could feel his own throat tightening as he spoke, voice free from the conflict that it was filled with before. “You dummy.” Eragon felt Brom break out into fresh tears of relief as he added, “You realize you’re everything I wanted in a dad, right?”

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