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kaiju-emperor · 2 years

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Writing Commissions Open

So I finally decided to start opening writing commissions now that I have my bank account and paypal set up. I have not been able to find regular work and probably won’t for a bit yet. So, I need a way to get some cash, especially cause things around my household have been a bit rough as of late.

Going prices

Minimum payment of 20$ dollars which will get you 1500 words. Any less than that and its not worth my time.

After the initial 20$ its another 1$ for every 100 words. I will charge an extra 5 dollars for anything past 5000 words in addition to my 1$ per 100 words.

Once we have determined a word count and price I will ask for at least half of the cost up front and the other half upon completion.

I will write fanfic or anything with your OCs. I will also write NSFW/smut material as long as it doesn't involve incest, underage characters, rape, and the like. Here’s a short list of fandoms I have written for, or will write for without much problem.

Digimon

Sonic The Hedgehog

Fate

Owl House

Amphibia

Duckverse stuff

One Piece

Dungeons And Dragons

Pokemon

Godzilla

She-Ra

Power Rangers

If a fandom isn’t listed just ask, and if I’m familiar with it we might be able to work something out. If you want to discuss a commission, here are some writing examples to see if I’m right for you or if you like my style. If you are interested send me an ask or pm me.

Examples

Katsuya averted his gaze as the initial flash exploded outward. He took a moment to blink, and looked ahead, staring at the large hole now formed in the stone wall. Beyond the gaping opening, was a strange crystalline structure. The structure's surface was like black glass, cracks all along its surface. The arcs of energy and light spilled forth from the massive cracks, like lava glowing beneath the hard cooled volcanic rock and ash. Much of the initial explosion of energy seemed to have dissipated, though the occasional arc of multicolored light crackled out from the cracks of the crystal structure.

The young man stared, wide eyed at the alien sight, eyes reflecting the shimmering of prismatic colors, like the flickering of a flame. As he watched with wide eyed wonder he realized he knew the sensation, or something similar at the very least. It was like watching a storm rumble in the distance, the air filled with energy, thunder and lighting rumbling across the sky. And yet there was also another sensation there, like the still air at the center of a storm. The energy before him held both the storm itself, and potential of the storm. Actions that are, and actions that could be. The precipice of possibility. Before he could ponder the implications any longer there was a loud crack of the whip.

*****

“Ouroboros!”

Dozens of chains suddenly shot from her arms. The ground before her then began to warp, as a swirling portal of dark energy appeared. The chains launched into the black portal, sinking deep within. With a loud clink, the chains went taut, as they latched onto something. Irkallamon then gave a quick motion of her claws, and began to reel the chains back.

As the chains were drawn out of the portal, they brought something with it. A giant black head, soon rose from within the dark portal. It was reptilian, with no visible eyes. Its gaping mouth split open, like some sort of demonic flower, to reveal several rows of teeth. As it began to rise higher, its serpentine body was revealed. Thick armored plates, and large metal spikes. ran along its whole body. The giant wurm let loose a hiss like roar, as it rose fully from the pit. A sickly green slime dripped from his maw, melting anything it touched

*****

A blanket of snow covered nearly every surface. Carpeting the streets,sidewalks,the eaves of buildings,and tops of parked cars. The snow white crystals drifted lazily from the grey sky above. Occasionally tossed,and jostled by an errant wind. Despite the bitter cold,the city seemed just as busy as when Blaze had arrived. Taxis,and cars going by,with loud honks. Pedestrians,garbed in thick winter coats going about their daily business. The city felt alive.

Blaze at first considered taking a cab,but decided against it. Instead,choosing to walk down to a nearby shopping district she heard about in passing. After walking several blocks,she came to a line of stores,and shops. She made a move toward one of three clothing outlets, but stopped when an old neon sign caught her eye.

The light was slightly faded,and glowed a deep red. It displayed an open book,with a turning page. The sign beside it reading ‘The Book Attic’.

Her interest piqued,Blaze stepped inside.

Nsfw Examples under the cut

“Mmmm. You taste sweet.” he rumbles. “We’re going to enjoy eating you up.”

“O-oh god, yes.”

His tongue continues to taste your skin, running all the way up to your cheek. Soon it slides over your lips, prodding for access. You open your mouth wide, allowing the organ entrance. A throaty moan escapes you as it slides deep inside, tickling the back of your throat. His tongue continues to slide deeper, and deeper inside. You feel your throat bulge outward as it travels. You savor the taste of it, his thick drool mixing with your own.

Suddenly you feel one of his giant hands grab onto you. His claws dig into the fabric of your shirt. Then with a single swipe, the fabric is torn to shreds, exposing your bare skin to the air. You feel his hand grab onto one of your nipples, squeezing it between his fingers.

You squirm, and writhe as he teases you. Heavy pants escape your nostrils. Your mouth, and throat still filled to the brim with his tongue. His other hand quickly tosses the covers aside, revealing your underwear, and bare legs.

*****

“It seems we’re all alone now~” Robin cooed. “It’s been ever so long since we’ve had some playtime.”

Robin’s other hand slid along Nami’s bare stomach and side, making the woman gasp. With a burst of flowers, another hand appeared on Nami’s back, reaching down to grope her ass. Nami leaned into the touch, her soft cheeks squeezed lovingly between Robin’s fingers. A fourth hand then made its appearance on Nami’s stomach, sliding down to tease at her crotch.

“Isn’t that right? Pet~”

Nami glanced back at Robin, panting hotly. “Y-yes mistress. It’s been far too long~”

Robin dismissed her extra limbs, and spun Nami around to face her. Gently, the taller woman ran a finger under her chin. Nami froze, goosebumps crawling across her skin. Even the smallest touch from her mistress was enough to make weak at the knees.

“Tell me pet, do you still have your collar?~”

“Of course mistress, I would never lose it.”

Robin smiled. “Good. I’ll be waiting for you in my room. Dress up nice for me~”

*****

Thirva chuckled throatily. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean little one. Your interest in my kind is not purely academic, is it?”

Holli jumped at the question, but did not reply. Thirva rose back up to her full height, and leaned down next to Holli’s ear.

“Your interest in me, is much more perverse.” Thirva whispered. “You’re a submissive thing. You want nothing more then to be dominated by a terrifying being like myself. To be bound in my web, and made into a perfect little pet.” Thirva leaned even closer, and smiled. “Am I right? Little pet?”

Holli shuddered, her breath becoming ragged pants. The goblin’s face, and ears were completely flushed. She squirmed in her seat, and managed to reply with a small whimper.

Thirva moved to face her, cupping a hand to her ear. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”

Holli met Thirva’s gaze, her entire body shaking. The drider could practically see the desire in her eyes.

“Y-es. I-I want that more than anything.” she panted.

Thirva grinned. “What’s the magic word?”

“P-please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Mistress!” Holli exclaimed, dropping to her knees.

Thirva held a hand over her mouth. “My, oh my, such an eager little pet. Before we get started, though, the safe word is ‘Neverwinter’. You will always refer to me as Mistress, or Mistress Thirva. Understand?”

#writing #commission #commission info

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mehiwilldoitlater · 2 years

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The crossover was 👌👌👌 delicioso~~

Imagine even the autobots can see the signs of the reader being something more than just a human, Teyvat itself helping the reader, caring for them like it had a mind of its own,protecting them with love and kindness. But the people of Teyvat are blinded by their own beliefs.

The autobots realise how dangerous this world can be, powerful elemental creatures or mutations across the land (But strangely enough they seem to protect the reader), Adepti searching for the "impostor", demons and the remains of defeated gods contaminating the land, vision holders being capable of defeat gods (Beisht and Osial). This humans may seem weak and primitive, but they are far from that. The autobots learned that they shouldn't underestimate someone for their size or appearance.

((I'm so happy, i've made something that i love a lot AND PEOPLE LIKE IT!))

There are some signs! Some inside that only a few can see, and others that must be noticed!

Ratchet may not have been an organics expert, but he knew that golden blood, and we are not talking about yellowish blood ,but pure gold,is not a normal sign. And what about those incredible regenerative abilities? There is something off with you, and he makes it clear to Prime in the moments that he notices those strange details. But the Autobot leader did have a few ideas.

The Matrix of the Leadership, direct contact with their own creator god, Primus, seems like it's able to perceive you, like sensing something familiar, like an old friend. Only Optimus was able to sense it, a change inside the relic. You're not an impostor, and the people of that planet are making a big mistake.

By helping your saviors, the Autobot, Teyvat, is helping you. That is what the leader thought when he saw the big storm that started to form around the area of the ARC. An unbreakable wall made of wind, ice, and dust that even the Archons could not stop or pass, but never damage the precious base of the cybertronian. Not only that, creatures that Teletran1 had once catalogued as aggressive and dangerous had started to come, helping the Autobots by repairing their ship or gaining what they needed in order to gain energy! They even team up against new enemies!

Of course, they all knew that it wouldn't be that easy, you all knew that.

Everyday, a new Autobot came back to their base heavily wounded, maybe by some ice, or magic that they couldn't understand, or by a weapon that they underestimated. You helped how much you could, by using your new found power by curing them , helping them gather as much information as they could, but it wasn't easy. That world was dangerous for them as much as it was for you, and what Prime feared the most was coming true.

But no hope was lost. For every enemy that they had to fight, a new ally and friend were made on Teyvat.

People that had read the sign of their home, like a Kazuha that knew how to hear the wind whispering to him about you, or like Xiao that felt the Karmic debt dissipate a little by little every second that he passed near you, or Albedo that had decided to investigate and find out the origins of those strange phenomena, taking Klee by his side to the ARC.

Or the ones that ignored the signs but couldn't ignore the cruelty against an innocent, like Beidou, who now uses all the strength she had to gather all the supplies that the Autobots and their allies needed, or Diluc , who decided to take a risk and became an informer for them, or like Kaeya, who, as an insider of the Knight of Favonious, helps by giving them with his brother enough information that he can hold. Or the Kamisato siblings and Thoma, who use their social skills in order to create a path of peace for negotiations!

The Traveler and Paimon too had became a good assets for you all, helping all of you as much as they can.

Or even the mysterious Dainsleif , who acts as your protector and still keeps so many secrets from you and your friends.

Once, Optimus said:

"The road to peace is long and full of peril, but now all of us have demonstrated that we can obtain it by working together! There is more than meets the eyes in all of us."

#genshin impact #transfromers #crossover #sagau #creator!reader

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thelegendofefscot · 6 months

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Es ist gefährlich, alleine zu gehen! Ich werde dich mitnehmen! - AGRIPPA

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Eyes awake. Before dawn, you were the only light.

In the pitch, your hand crept along the soft-shaved edges of the wood as a caterpillar clinging to a branch.

As though by the probing of some unseen, but always sifting feeler, you let yourself be guided to the matchbook and flint. Ricochets off your roundabout wrists as the serrated edges fly through the abyss in an invisible arc iotas before your eyes. Caught in the slits of well-oiled hinges. Fanning and descending. Ascending and catching.

A rush of air swift as the cry of a slain spirit, the phosphorous roars to life. From the din of the spark, all whispers leave your ears, some shimmer of the linen, some sheer of the weave, distinguishes itself from the brickwork of the wall, and all the world is lines and edges, as you -- cradling flame in hand, by the shield of your young and calloused paw -- guide the light to the candlewick, to see it smolder and part the dark.

Rising to the edge of the bed, your head falls forward, and in your guts some corrosion anchors and boils, some dross in the crucible dissipates, the nausea rising, and in a daze you silently watch the flame revolve through a carousel of hexagonal lenses, stupefied by some omen of disturbed sleep, still half-clinging to memory, some guilt of the previous day -- dimming your vision, yet not crystallizing into sight.

You were up. You were down. The stones cold against your palms. You kissed them. Pore smooth to pert of lip til, by the flickering light, you could see them beaded with the splattering of your sweat, feel some waters running down the ridges of your obliques, hand-irrigated to the iron-cut marble-sculpted civic sewers of your abdominal ridges.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

You held the pattern. Held the tension. Until the ache of your chest, the pressure on your back -- the burning lead in your arms -- outpaced the morass of what still clung to your sleep-addled brain. Your sight was sharp. Protracted. Magnifying every grain of the porous stone.

Now you stood. By your own light, you knew this darkness.

Your room as you'd left it. A desk to dedicate yourself to what studies you were able. Your tablet. Your lead. A reed and drum to practice rhythm and percussion. Anvil and plates for variation in stance and pressure.

Uncluttered chambers gave way to an uncluttered procession of thought, freeing one of distraction before sleep, shine and task.

You let yourself linger -- on the hand-illustrated portrait on a sheet of goat-skin which was your latest. Though perforated by increasingly pin-point exposure to high-velocity arrowheads, you could still admire the finer details of vein, anatomy and perspective which gave this muddy and frenzied abstraction some semblance of daemonic reptiloid form, which cemented it -- at certain half-glances -- as startlingly real.

The door was to your left. You went through.

In the halls, the smell of the seas swept through the open archways, the columns still framing what shone of the descent of the moon, the smells of salt and storm rising from the battering surf, bathing the portico in dissimilar silver which was as muted as the steam which rose from your body as you marched, loined in your undergarments, still tarred with the grime of sweat and sleep, into the song of the rolling sea.

Plunging down. A vastness so dense, a murk so thick, though you could peer miles ahead, you could not penetrate by sight one hand before your eyes, though leagues below there were no floors -- only drops and steps, a maw of trenches into which one would fall only through what folly they willed, and yet tempted themselves seemingly always so willingly.

Pulling up. The grey so dense, all light snapped and banded. A shield which was the bow of a ship, ceramic in the lattice of seafoam, held howling waters in invisible skins, stiff and glossy as the fold of an always-crying eye, from which crystal spires sliced the scintillated pulp.

You would trudge. Trudge forward until the feeling relented.

Though your arms hung heavy and your back unracked itself, your legs propelled forward by the frenzy of unstationed liberty, and in your heart and in your head, you could not dispel some deeper certainty pertaining to what you had dreamt -- some notion sliding over awareness sleek and deceitful as a tasseled curtain skimming tiled floors upon retreat, beckoning always hidden chambers in which you longed to lie awake.

When you were dreaming -- it was already tomorrow.

At his desk, he sat with his back to the window. At his vanity, you peered into the mirror, seeing past him, and looking out the window.

Looking through the window, back at him. Back at yourself in the vanity.

He had removed the stopper from the vial of ink. An albatross dived into the flowing obsidian. Beaches arose from around the rim.

The room seemed temporarily bereft of doors.

Only upon noticing the lack of doors, and the lack of certainty you felt with regard to the windows, did it occur to you to question if you had known this room at all, for it had no immediate analogue in memory, and yet you experienced it with a familiarity so placid you would never think to question it, but for your now inability to place any of the specific details of the architecture into a viable chronology of sequential experience.

In the black well, his quill was stirring.

You were certain you could trust in your own certainty, certainly.

A man who was not capable of acting with certainty by exercising his own judgement could be driven mad in the attempt to humor all-manner of obscene fringe possibilities and non-probabilities, and yet certainty was often a symptom of diligent experiential procedure, and if a man could not trace his circumstances or his whereabouts, and so account to himself as to how he'd gotten in the position he's in -- and why -- it's not likely he would be as capable of acting with the certainty he needs to permit himself the bold action necessary to complete the task at hand.

Certainty reveals itself in practice, with keen observance and certain considerations. Watch and permit yourself. You will attain union with the sensible through surrender to the sensory, when all is censured in you.

From his desk, he could see into his vanity. Were the back of your head not there, he could peer into his own face, miniaturized by the distance.

Had you turned his desk to the window, you could see the back of his head. He could stare out, at his own face, so close behind the glass.

Had you turned his vanity from the mirror, you could be facing him. Eye to eye. A flurry of silent tongues. A flutter as he dropped his pen.

He would look up from his notes. He would smile.

On your knees, you would be already at his feet. He would forget. His hand would brush his face. He would think himself arbitrary in the abuses of his station, enfeebling himself by acceptance of your voluntary surrender, and yet sultry and half-resigned to stagnation.

He would be slow to contradict himself.

He would be on his knees near-simultaneous with you. His hand would brush yours as you seized his pen.

Down here. In the shelter of the hardwood, the heat of the air hangs heavy with veils of dust, kicked up by the pressures of your breath and his. The current quickened to a stream. His smile echoed yours and yours too his, losing sight of him as your eyes sire freshwater springs. You fail to look away as you can only dare , with the hand he did not pin, which did not cradle what was rightfully his -- with your free hand, throwing the weight of your arm around his broad and brotherly shoulders, feeling the mutual collision of your cheek and collarbones; for you longed most to affirm your kinship, so taken by the passion it propelled you out of time, out of space, that you arose prematurely to bash your skull against the stiff and impenetrable underside of your new and hard-won covenant.

A vessel spun, leaping of its own volition to shatter to the floor, cresting out a wave of emblems, hues of molten ore all his likeness.

Warm exhalations of laughter. A morning breeze billowed from his nostrils. Soft percussion flattened the air from his lungs.

The tears were running down your cheeks. You could see clearly soon.

He saw you well-enough. His hand clasping yours.

"For you have been with me so long, and have come to treat me so well, I would forsake any obligation to the contrary. For though it may be, at this juncture, too much for me to endure, I can make no claim of you, for you are not me, though a gift to me and this land. You remain, in spite of my uncertainties, a man of rare moral courage, and virtues the like of which I had not henceforth found perceptible. Do me this honor, for you could do me none greater. For though it aches, and though it is leaden, I wish to let it lay here now upon your brow... That I may see it ablaze upon you?"

On the beach, veils of steam poured off your arms. Veins puckering as worms fresh from the morning soil, taut as lute strings in the skin.

Beneath the soles of your feet, rock crystal studded palm clusters in the warm sand. The land glowed, by the torrent of the storm which would herald the dawn. The moonscape of cinnabar and sulfur, torches in conical welt, a banner of seaweeds braided and battered.

Howling roared around you.

An eye saw little and all. The air parted and danced, cleaving itself into embers. Cloister-bursts and toad caps of billowing fire.

It was becoming clear.

You were with him -- some moments later -- in the hall.

You were looking for the doors. It wasn't that you wanted to run. You needed to be certain -- you could escort him out of any situation, be it strange or stranglehold. You needed to be certain this place you recognized was the place you were acting as though it were.

What you saw in front of you -- could be nowhere else.

The high windows shone in pale luminosity where all was more silver than light. More pastel than rustoxide, castiron and chrome.

Around them the walls were as a gradient, casting rays of vantage point onto themselves, emblazoning the deep singularity of every voided surface with an openness beckoning the impossibility of entry.

You would remain at his side. Though the walls were worlds within themselves, and the procession down the aisle a fog of faces which were only mouths, only limbs, some vestigial mass of pelt and pink meat more air coagulated from corrupted waters than living wills alive with love and fascination, the daring to dream and to deem. These tendril-masses of antennae, tooth and tine lay fit to constrict, to consume, to putrefy and puree, tear the fat fruit dangling overripe from these well-hung branches hanging so low, they let themselves forget only to spare themselves the anguish of confronting what futility was their own.

You would remain at his side.

You wouldn't be afraid. What reason would you have?

It was your will, to fight on. To fight on, even when he was gone.

Every step.

Every step you walked would hurt.

Words such as hurt, such as fear, as shame -- these registered nothing in the mind, only in the guts. There, on the nausea, you floated in the seas. Eyes peering up into the night, blacker than black waters, something in the ice, sweet and cloying as berries and barbitters. Your eyes were open. You moved. You were not pushed, for you were the pusher.

Endurance begot euphoria, and exhaustion was an unknown to you -- too distant a land to be staked in this life, or the lives of our sons.

You were not falling.

For you had carried him up the steps, and saw him above the neck, could still feel his clavicle warm and exposed to the sun. All around the airy chamber hummed, and the arches of the hall were open to the air, and the vault of the heavens descended by fire to columns of strut.

It was time. It belonged to you.

You bowed your head, and you bowed to him.

As your hand brushed his bone, basking so nakedly in your rightful humility, the quire lilted and clanged, some thunderhead of sound -- and in simultaneous trumpeting, you felt yourself rise higher, rise above him, out of the tabernacle of his seat, its columned panels, rising above the murals, past the carvings of the rosewood, down the steps of the pleated roots, the forking trunk which rose to spiraling tusks.

Upon his seat, he was sat and waiting.

Upon his seat he rose, and all the heavens billowed away as formulae from a blackboard, for a veil of dust had come between you, and before you the coils of the serpent faces hissed and snapped, and behind them he was standing, for you saw -- across the hall, he presented his head.

In hand, in yours, the light haloing out -- you could not believe, the actuality of the evident reality before you. The weight of the stars. The tones of metal above your palms. How they burnt, but did not scald, charred, but did not consume or corrugate the flesh.

Their eyes were on you. The eyes of the all in one.

His kingdom was there. His kingdom had come. You were the doer, now doing, and were not done. You were not falling. No matter how much you fell, or did not, you never seemed to reach him, though he was never getting farther, and yet must have been impossibly far.

What was that, some shade sulking the mid-distance? Some silhouette of an arm, airy and white, which seemed to rise lilting from the shadows? A smile hairline, beyond the cloak of your eye's own lenses?

Onto his, the vault of his crown. Every hair laureling out. The straw spun gold, ravished by wind and wheat to sun. From out a nest, it stared. An opalescence which swallowed the light as it polished its eggwhites.

You could not look away. Into it, whispers crystallized into cubical barbs.

Out of your hand -- you felt nothing.

In the vacuum, you were suspended without orbit or momentum. Before you had felt anything, you'd realized... you were holding on to nothing.

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The bottom of the drain. All flowing into.

A pearl around the rime. A spire of quartz.

Drifting grooves. Round the winding city walls.

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#I-i #efscot #pike

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merleklein · 14 days

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xasha777 · 1 month

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In the emerald valleys of Eiru, where the rainbows are born and the wind sings ancient songs, there lived a young girl named Aisling, known to the villagers as the Alchemist of Dún Briste. With her wide-brimmed hat adorned with symbols of the celestial bodies, and eyes as clear as the summer sky, Aisling was not an ordinary child. Her hands held the secret art of Irish magic, a gift bestowed upon her by the mystical lands of her birth.

The world was not as it used to be. The Great Change had come, blending the ancient with the futuristic, the mundane with the mystical. Aisling's village was a fusion of timeless tradition and otherworldly technology, where stone cottages with thatched roofs coexisted with gleaming metal structures that hummed with unseen energy.

One rainbow morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Aisling received a vision from the Aos Sí, the spirits of the land. They revealed to her a prophecy of an impending darkness that would shroud the world, consuming it in an eclipse of despair. This darkness, they warned, was born of humanity’s own making, a consequence of their ceaseless march towards progress without harmony.

The Aos Sí entrusted Aisling with a mission. Within her cauldrons and vials, she was to brew the Essence of Five Elements, an elixir potent enough to counteract the darkness. Each element was to be captured at its most vibrant: the earth from the heart of a mountain, the air from the eye of a storm, the fire from the core of a star, the water from the depths of the ancient sea, and the spirit from the Aurora of the Northern Lights.

Armed with her leather satchel of potion bottles and an ancient spellbook encrypted with the language of the old ones, Aisling set out on her quest. Her journey was fraught with challenges that tested her wit and courage. She navigated through fields of genetically modified shamrocks that whispered secrets, danced with sentient wind spirits who controlled the currents, and negotiated with the starfire elementals for a spark of their immortal flame.

As Aisling collected the elements, her cauldron pulsed with a life of its own, stirring the alchemical brew with a rhythm that resonated with the heartbeat of the universe. She whispered the incantations passed down through generations, her voice harmonizing with the hum of the cauldron.

The day of the eclipse arrived, the sky darkening with an ominous shadow. Aisling stood at the center of the village, her potion ready. With the entire village gathered around her, she released the Essence of Five Elements into the air. The concoction swirled, a whirlwind of color and light, and shot upwards, colliding with the creeping darkness.

A battle of lights unfolded above, the vibrant hues of the potion wrestling with the tendrils of shadow. The villagers watched in awe as Aisling channeled the very essence of her homeland, the spirit of Eiru herself, into the fray.

As the last of the darkness dissipated, a new rainbow, brighter and more brilliant than any before, arced across the sky. The magic of old Eiru had merged with the echo of the future, creating a harmony that resonated throughout the cosmos. Aisling, the Alchemist of Dún Briste, had not only saved her village but had also become a beacon of hope for a world on the brink of losing its way.

From that day on, her legend was etched into the annals of the new era, a testament to the power of tradition entwined with innovation, and the enduring magic of the Irish spirit.

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a-student-out-of-time · 2 months

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Storm Dissipates main issue was that it was all serious and bleak, even heavy arcs like The Price of Fate have some comedic moments in them. Storm Dissipates had none of that.

//Yeah, so I feel like I've learned from that. Even the heavy arcs going forward aren't going to be exempt from a little levity, that way reading them isn't a complete bummer ^^;

#mod talks #a student out of time

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v-l-d-s · 1 year

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Thunderlords’ Guild

From the earliest days of life, storms (and particularly lightning) have struck the creatures caught in them with awe and terror. The Thunderlords, by contrast, draw wild inspiration from the majesty of nature, and seek to, quite literally, capture lightning in a bottle.

POWER CELL Starting when you join this guild at 3rd level, you construct a lightning-generating power cell, which comes connected to a set of conduit gauntlets. When you gain these items, you are assumed to have been working on them in your spare time, only bringing them to full functionality when you choose this subclass. If these pieces of equipment are lost or damaged, you can replace them over the course of a long rest with 100 gp worth of materials.

Charge Points. Your power cell gives you a number of charge points, which represent the electrical energy stored within your power cell. Your maximum number of charge points is equal to half your craftsman level, rounded up. You can spend these points to generate various electrical effects through your power cell. You regain all expended charge points when you finish a short or long rest.

Using Charge Points. Once per turn when you hit a creature with an attack that deals lightning damage, you can spend 1 or more charge points, up to a maximum number equal to your proficiency bonus, to enhance the power of the attack. When you do so, choose one of the following effects: Arc. Lightning arcs to nearby targets. Choose a number of creatures equal to the number of charge points you spend that are within 15 feet of the target of your attack. Each of the chosen creatures must make a Dexterity saving throw against your Masterwork save DC. On a failed save, a creature takes lightning damage equal to 1d6 + your Intelligence modifier.

Discharge. The creature you hit takes an extra 1d6 lightning damage for each charge point you spend. Jolt. The creature you hit can’t take reactions until the start of your next turn.

SHOCK At 3rd level, while you are carrying your power cell and it has at least 1 unspent charge point, you gain the following benefits: • Weapons you wield can deal lightning damage instead of their normal damage type. • You know the shocking grasp and spare the dying cantrips. Intelligence is your spellcasting ability for these spells.

LIGHTNING ROD Starting at 7th level, while you’re carrying your power cell, you have resistance to lightning damage. Additionally, whenever you take lightning damage from a hostile creature while wearing your gauntlets, you can regain 2 expended charge points as a reaction.

STATIC CHARGE Starting at 10th level, you can spend 10 minutes to store an electric charge in a weapon or suit of armor, or you can store an electric charge in up to 6 different weapons or suits of armor during a short or long rest. Unexpended charges dissipate after 1 hour. A charged weapon or suit of armor gains the following appropriate property: Charged Armor. When you take damage from a melee attack, you can use your reaction to expend the charge, dealing 1d8 lightning damage to the creature that hit you. Charged Weapon. When you hit a creature with an attack using this weapon, you can expend the charge to deal an extra 1d6 lightning damage to the target.

HIGH VOLTAGE Starting at 14th level, while carrying your power cell, you can spend 5 charge points to cast the lightning bolt spell without using a spell slot or material components. This spell uses your Masterwork save DC.

LEGENDARY PROPERTY At 18th level, you achieve the peak of your craft. You learn the following Legendary masterwork property, which you can immediately apply to a masterwork weapon:

ELECTROSHOCK Legendary weapon property Components: Masterwork exotic weapon When you hit a creature with this weapon, you can expend the weapon’s built-in power cell to shock the target. The target must succeed on a Constitution saving throw against your Masterwork save DC or become stunned until the end of your next turn. Once you use this property, you can’t use it again with this weapon until you finish a short or long rest.

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markcaseyiu · 1 year

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Lightning Protection Systems for Process Manufacturing

It’s a new day in the world of process manufacturing primarily due to the advent of new methodologies, equipment and materials. With the changes in facilities themselves, the new and focused attention is warranted. Add in the projected increase in lightning storms, the strength of those storms, as well as the fact that storms are influencing situations in locations where they once were rarely seen, the industry needs new solutions. Lightning protection systems can help us prevent the damaging and expensive effects of lightning storms.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Between the fleet and the water which is mixed and the fleet above fighting the other fleet it's too much pressure and they got all clear out of there so mac daddy is launching some Star Trek ships to attack the clones and push them out it's way too much way too much stuff and way too much pressure and they can't get it up and the storm might actually start fueling on all the turbulence and it's not doing it yet but it might. So they are attacking now and their Empire ships and half the Empire ships are out and the other half will be out shortly and Trump is pursuing and BGA follows and they're going through the huge canal and the threat will be dissipated for now and you can see the storm moving a bit more to the West is heading Northwest and then North Northwest and almost North now it's heading west again.

Other parts of the world are going through the same thing huge storms were developed by Big ships 100 miles somewhere 200 pretty much the same procedure as applied and the rebellion against Tommy f is growing to massive proportion by the way is a huge Force opposing him and they're going through the clones here and they're keeping them from coming in it is a massive massive effort it's involving everybody more luck and regular folk there's just a ton of force being applied against this fella he is a mouth on that guy and he's been telling people what he's been up to and it's recorded and it's on the airways it's on the mic and everything he's saying it out loud on the mic so people see it and see our son as a hero and Trump too. 2° and they're getting some hope because they're moving out in huge armies

No there's 20 laser bases in space I'm this battle and the way it's going is going to be a decisive battle and we'll decide what's happening in space and it's moving on now there's a huge huge War that's going to happen up there.

Is it been a very important day and this is going way past it they're messing with her son way too much they put him in the middle of way too much and can't have this happen we have to coordinate off there has to be a series of accidents on every single stupid s*** that comes too close and people have to understand nobody wants this crap that everybody is producing it's way over the top.

A lot of people think that was Billy z on the lawn mower and it was and he's wanted now for doing that drive by and he was trying to pick our son up and go to the shelter on his lawn mower and we've got another word for that stupid so we're going to have to do something for doing that

Thor Freya

Well I'm upset again and the storm seems to be tracking the same on TV but I can't tell and it's not moving very fast so it's hard to see so I don't know how long the delay is on the weather site it's probably 15 minutes so we won't be able to see what's happening for real

Hera

Good call because that's probably about what it is especially today so we are running things a lot now we're working and the Arc of the circle that you see well it's hard to tell looks like it's going due north that might be delayed too it looks like it's going west it's doing both so you can't really tell too well from that

Are you sure you're that we are on it and we are working on it and yes the ground is starting to drop in the ocean we've got a 10-foot drop 3 mi out and it's continuing and that will suck down the rest of it and we needed it really badly and right now the drop itself is helping to push the storm off because the storm surge is not occurring it stops going in and it does make a difference it's cooling which might attract it a little bit it's not cooling that much it's really just stopping the waves from depressing which would create a path for the storm

Thor Freya

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pageofholding · 2 years

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The Tormented

...A MAN IS RUNNING DOWN AN ALLEY, TERROR FORCING HIS FACE INTO A GRIMACE. HE KEEPS LOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER AND AT THE ROOFTOPS FRANTICALLY...

My fiancé and I used to work as artificer's at a small Laboratory and distribution plant; we produced everything: Medicine, heavy machinery, glassware, experimental weaponry... The list goes on.

One day there was a break in.

...THE RAIN IS MAKING IT DIFFICULT TO SEE THE MAN AS HE CONTINUES HIS RELENTLESS SPRINT...

Nothing out of the ordinary to have a distribution center like ours targeted by organised crime. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. Security was up to standard, as was promised by our employers.

One day they were working late.

...THE MAN SLIPS AND FALLS. GOLD SPILLS OUT ON THE PAVEMENT. HE HASTILY SCOOPS UP WHAT HE CAN WITH HIS ARMS, TRIPPING OVER HIS OWN FEET AS HE CONTINUES TO RUN...

And there we were; me trying to perfect a new automated loading system for the docks, her poring over the recently arrived raw materials for the Medicine Department.

One day there was a fire.

...ANOTHER FIGURE CAN BE SEEN ON THE ROOFTOPS, HUNDREDS OF METERS AWAY FROM THE RUNNING MAN. HE IS KNEELING AND LOOKING THROUGH A TELESCOPE. HOW SMALL HE SEEMS FROM HERE...

I still remember the explosions. The fizz and pop of unstable materials igniting in the air around us as we tried to escape. I remember guiding her towards a room that seemed untouched, a safe haven in the chaos. I remember the searing tongues of flame and spray of sparks that forced me back as the roof collapsed on me, sealing off the door and pinning my arm and leg in the fiery rubble.

One day they were trapped.

...THE FIGURE TAKES A BREATH.

...ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...

A SOFT BLUE GLOW EMANATES FROM UNDER THEIR CLOAK ON THE LEFT SIDE, GROWING IN STRENGTH WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. THE FIGURE KNEELS AGAINST THE STORM'S BACKDROP, APPEARING MUCH AS A GHOST WOULD...

...FIVE...SIX...SEV...

I could hear her screams from the other side of the door, I could hear the banging of her fists on the wood as it caught alight. BANG. BANG. BANG. BAng. bang. bang. b...

...THE BLUE GLOW HAS BECOME A GHASTLY HUE AND THE TASTE OF COPPER IS IN THE AIR AROUND THE FIGURE. SMALL FLASHES OF LIGHTNING ARC BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS AND GROUND THEMSELVES ON A METAL ARM AND LEG UNDER THE FIGURE'S CLOAK...

I was pulled from the wreckage hours later, my left side burnt and blistered, charred bone peeking through the skin. I somehow survived. They later told me they found her remains curled up against the door I put her behind.

This was all their fault.

One day she died.

...WITH A SOFT CLICK AND A DISSIPATION OF BLUE SPARKS THE BULLET LEAVES THE BARREL AT AN UNIMAGINABLE SPEED, SPLITTING RAINDROPS ALONG ITS PATH INTO SMALL EXPLOSIONS OF WATER AS IT TRAVERSES THE DISTANCE BETWEEN THE FIGURE AND THE MAN IN AN INSTANT...

THE SOUND CAME A MOMENT LATER

...bang...

Now I become their death.

Artwork Credit: mcptato - DeviantArt

#dnd backstory #d&d 5th edition #d&d 5e character #dungeons and dragons #dnd character #character concept #concept #dnd

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random dialogue prompts // accepting

“Was it you? Did you do all this?” Tanila asks.

Imogen stands amid what feels like an impact zone of an F5 storm. When her eyes turn from white to lavender and the crackling arcs of lightning begin to dissipate from her hands, she slowly comes to grips with the reality of the situation. Ignoring the devastating damage to the room around them, there are at least two crumpled forms that she can see in conjunction with the acrid stench of burning flesh and hair to her right and left, but there may be others. Her eyes fall to her hands, and she realizes that the marks on her arms have crawled all the way up, past her elbows, slowly eating away at any unmarred skin. She swallows hard.

Had she done this? She can’t recall. A spark of electricity walks around the circumference of one of her hands as if to remind her. Her eyes dart to see it as it disperses. Gods, she may have.

“I don’t—” she opens her mouth to try to defend herself to @bornofstorm but stops. A pocket of air leaps from her lips upon escaping the confines of the cages of her teeth, rattling their prison bars as it goes. “No, I couldn’t’ve. No, I didn’t… I—I didn’t mean to!”

#bornofstorm #bornofstorm: tanila #❛ how I opened my mouth in hunger & was instead devoured. ❜ » answered ask.#gore tw #death tw #electrocution tw #ask to tag <3

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luimagines · 3 years

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oooh i have an idea, how would dear reader reacts to the chain's secrets? they could be canon like wolfie being twi, or something you headcanon!

Masterlist

I procrastinated on this one admittedly because I had no idea where to take it but after writing out a list and appointing a secret to each boy. I have it done.

Some things are definitely headcanons.

Part one will include Hyrule, Sky, Warrior, Four and Wild.

Content under the cut!

Hyrule

The battle wasn’t necessarily hard to deal with- the monsters weren’t difficult to deal with and there weren’t a lot of them to begin with.

You slashed, dashed and kicked every enemy away from you and watched as they fell to your blade. Every new step revealed a new purple cloud as you danced around the battle field.

You saw Wild and Twilight fighting back to back with practiced ease and handling it as well as you were. Warrior and Sky was side by side closer to Time and Legend than the rest of the group was and Four and Wind were up in the trees striking the enemy down at a distance and no doubt scheming something while the going was easy.

The only one you had no idea where he was, was Hyrule.

And that didn’t take a lot to dive into your brain and wriggle uncomfortably until your own insecure thoughts pushed you to go look for him.

Between the monsters and the land mines of purple smoke, it was a little difficult to find him.

But when you do- he does something you don’t fully understand at first.

You manage to run into him in a clearing, but he doesn’t notice you at first. Instead, you see him take his sword and run it through his palm. His blood coats the length of his blade, and it drips down his hand onto the grass below.

He watches the monsters in front of him and dances for a minute around them before he takes a breath and kills them effortlessly.

You frown and step toward him. “Why did you do that?”

Hyrule jumps higher than should be physically possible and doesn’t catch himself on the way down. He falls flat on his butt and looks up at you with wide and startled eyes.

“Are you ok?” You kneels next to him and go to take his injured hand. “What on earth were you trying to do?

Hyrule jerks his hand back like you’ve burned him and you see the magic flow through the air around his wound- closing it like it never happened.

“Link?” You frown again and slowly place your hand in your lap. You’re confused and a little afraid for him. You know that blood magic is taboo for a reason and is typically avoided more often than not because of its’s dark nature- but you never thought Hyrule of all people would dabble in it.

“I’m fine.”

“Link.” You stress a little more. “What were you trying to do? I didn’t think you were capable of blood magic... At least you don’t usually use those kind of spells. Is that why you fight on your own for a while each time?”

“I’m not using blood magic.” Hyrule frowns and stands abruptly.

“Then why-?”

“It’s not important.”

“Hyrule, you’re hurting yourself. I’d say that that’s pretty important.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Don’t make me get Time.” You threaten. “I’ll get Legend too. I bet they’ll get some answers out of you.”

“You won’t just drop it, will you?” He sneers

“Nope.” You stand and cross your arms. “What were you trying to do?”

“I was just checking something.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like if a curse would work or something?”

Hyrule tenses and he crosses his arms- instantly looking away from you.

“WERE YOU ACTUALLY TRYING TO CAST A CURSE?!” You screech.

“THE CURSE WAS CAST ON ME!” He yells back.

You both still for a moment and wait for the forest to show any signs that others might have heard you.

The sounds of distant fighting continues and after a minute of waiting some more, no one shows up to check on either of you, so you’re safe.

You turn back to your companion and furrows your eyebrows. You lower your voice just above a whisper just in case someone might be on the way but now you need answers. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He scowls- a face you’re not used to seeing on him and throws his arms down his sides in anger. “Back home, Ganon cast a curse on me. The monsters need my blood in order to resurrect him and I can’t risk letting any monsters from my time getting to me. I need to check if the other monsters will follow suit.”

You blink, not expecting that answer but your anger flares up regardless. “So you go out on your own to check this curse because your blood is needed to resurrect hatred incarnate? What if you’re overpowered? What if they do react to it? How are we supposed to help you if you’re alone?”

“It’s my problem to deal with. I don’t need-”

“Shut up.” You scowl and grab him by the shoulders. You shake him roughly for as long as you speak. “We are your friends! We care about you! We don’t want to see you hurt! We’re going to help you! Whether you want it or not- we’re not to let you deal with this alone. Not while we’re here.”

“Stop shaking me.”

You let him go.

“I won’t tell the others because I know you wouldn’t like that.” You say. “But this stops today. You hear me? None of us are just going to let these freaks near you and this is not necessary while you have a whole team of heroes just as pissed about the situation as you are. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear.”

“How clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Good.”

Sky

Sky wakes up one day with a far away look in his eye which immediately puts you on edge.

Not only that but to make it worse, he doesn’t stop looking at you.

He looks scared.

Every five minutes you swear you catch him looking in your direction only to look away in haste when you look back at him.

No one is saying anything and it doesn’t help your paranoia.

With some people walking ahead you, you step back and take a spot next to Sky. You notice that he’s tense and walking robotically, and trying to match your pace. “Dude, what’s up? You’re freaking me out.”

Sky trips over himself and finally looks you in the eye. “What do you mean?”

“You woke up like you saw a ghost. You’ve been looking over to me every five minutes and even now you look like you want to sprint away from me. Did I do something?”

“I.. Ummm...” Sky stutters for a minute before swallowing whatever lump was in his throat. “I just had a dream... is all.... I’ll get over it.”

“I’m assuming it had something to do with me then.”

“No, not exactly.” Sky’s quick to speak even if you can see the beginning’s of sweat collect on his brow. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Want to talk about it?” You tilt your head. “It looks like it really shook you up.”

“Oh, um, I-”

“Maybe you died and Sky freaked out.” Legend pushes you forward and away from Sky. “He doesn’t have to talk about it if he doesn’t want to.”

“Ok, my god, Legend slow down! Not everyone is as emotionally constipated as you! Talking about things is healthy and important!” You shout over your shoulder, trying to dig your heels into the dirt with little to no luck.

Legend seems a bit stronger right now that he usually is, you bet it’s his power bracelet.

If Sky actually looks a bit paler at Legend’s claim than neither of you notice.

The day passes a little calmer after that, Sky seeming to have calmed down enough to not be so weird and it something you’re quick to forget about.

By the time the afternoon hits, a bunch of dark and foreboding storm clouds roll in.

Somehow, Sky manages to find it in himself to walk next to you again and does his best to stay close.

You don’t mind it and even jokingly pull his sail cloth over your head when it begins to rain on your group. It’s not particularly strong and there’s not a lot of options to rest and take cover, so you bare with it. Sky lets you keep the sail cloth over your head surprisingly.

But then there’s thunder and you see lightning in the distance and bite your lip. “Maybe we should hunker down or something?”

The rain goes from gentle drops to a down pour within seconds and the group runs a bit to gain as much cover as you can in the nearby tree line.

Sky pushes himself in front of you and shoves you behind him with enough force that you’re fully knocked over. In one fluid motion he lifts the Master Sword skyward and charges the blade, tossing it away from the group in a glowing blue arc. It cuts through the grass and even splits the first tree it strikes in half before dissipated into the air.

You would have been struck by lightning if he didn’t do that.

“Sky?” You get up and try to wipe as much mud off of your pants as you can. “Are you ok? How did you know that would happen?”

Sky gulps and takes a deep breath as he looks at you with wide eyes and understanding. “I saw it in a dream.”

“Oh...” You gasp and reach out to him shakily, putting your hand on his shoulder. “You have dreams then?”

“Yes.” Sky looks at his sword and hesitantly puts it away. “Sometimes.”

“Ok then...” You nod and look around the group. They’re all in varying stages of shock, surprise and concern.

Everyone is looking at Sky.

“We need to get out of the storm.” You say in lieu of changing the topic. ” Who knows if there’s more lightning on the way and there’s a lot of metal within the group.“

“Right.” Time nods and does a not so subtle double take in his attempt to leave it be. “Let’s go.”

You nod back and nod once more to Sky and wrap your arm around his shoulder. you lead him forward and lean into his space to whisper into his ear. “Thanks.”

“I’m just glad I made in time.”

“We’ll talk later ok?” You smile in hopes of alleviating some of the tension. “I have some questions if you’re willing to indulge me.”

“I suppose it’s only fair.”

Warrior

“He’s a cute kid.” Warrior mentions randomly one day.

You startle and jump, nearly dropping the image. You scramble to catch it and successfully do so after playing hot potato with yourself.

“Warrior, a little warning please.” You sigh and attempt to clean your finger print smudges on the glass. “But yeah, my little brother is cute. I hope he stays that way.”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about.” Warrior shrugs. “He grows up to be a fine and upstanding young man. Good looks run in the family. ”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Thank you, I’m sure they do.”

Warrior comes to stand next to you and gently turns the glass over to see the image better.

“Warrior?”

“Hm?”

“Am I doing the right thing?” You sigh.

“What do you mean? I’d say you are. Sacrificing yourself for the good of a better tomorrow- for your family- for your loved ones- but that’s not what you’re talking about are you?” Warrior lets you take the image back.

“But he’s so young... and I’m supposed to take care of him.” You gulp. “I just want him to be safe and sound and healthy but I can’t really do that from- from... I’m here instead.“

“Well... no said it was going to be easy.” Warrior offers lamely.

“What if he grows up to hate me?” You clench the glass tighter at the thought. “I just abandoned him, didn’t I? Oh my god-”

“Hey. He loves you.” Warrior takes your shoulders in his hands and shakes you somewhat. “He admires you greatly. You’re his hero. He looks up to you even now. He’ll understand when the time comes.”

“Even now?” You sniff. “What does that mean?”

“Years have passed and he hasn’t stopped looking up to you and how you did everything you could for him, for Zelda and he’s trying to make you proud-”

“Warrior he’s five, how do you know this?”

His mouth shuts with a click of his teeth.

“Warrior.”

“Um... I... He...”

“Link.” You pocket the glass and face him head on. “When did you meet my brother?”

He stares at you for a moment and deflates. “During... during the war of my era.”

“...What?”

Warrior hisses and brings his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “He showed up around the same time that Wind did but he talked about you.... and I guess you talk to him about me because he wasn’t really surprised at what was happening.”

“How old was he?” You bite your lip, already dreading the news.

“Older than me actually.” He offers with a tight smile. “I never asked him but if I had to guess I would have put him in his mid twenties. The oldest Link to start his adventure compared to the rest of us...”

“But he still...” You deflate as well and hug your arms around yourself. “He still has to go doesn’t he? I can’t save him from it. Even now, I... I can’t- I fail him in the end then.”

“He doesn’t see it that way at all.” Warrior catches you before you fall to your knees in despair. “He admires everything you’ve done for him, everything you’re currently doing. You kept him from danger for as long as you could- until he was old enough to take on his destiny. That’s more than any of us could say.”

“I don’t want him to go through any of it though.” You sob and lean into Warrior for support. “That’s my baby brother Warrior- how am I supposed to be ok with this?”

“I don’t think there is a way.” He admits. “Nor do I think you should be.”

“I can’t keep him from it.”

“But you can and have been postponing it.” Warrior rubs circles into your shoulder as you cry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you even more.”

“I miss him.”

“You’ll see him again.” Warrior grips you tightly. “He also did very well all things considered. He became an older brother to me and to Sprite and Wind... I don’t think Wind has figured it out yet that your brother and Lucky are the same Link though.”

You sniffle and calm down slightly. “Was he awesome?”

A laugh is startled out of him and he chokes on the snort and cough that tries to leave him at the same time. “I’d say he was better than me... And he claims to have never held a sword until then.”

“Good.” You nod. “He’s the best brother in the whole world.”

“Yeah, he was.”

Four

You’re walking on a random trail as the day dies down and you’re partner is Four for the hour.

The sun rests behind you comfortably and you talk about the different weapons from each others Hyrule. You’re no smith- but you do think it’s an interesting process and try to take notes where you can.

As you trade your notes and laugh at the more ridiculous stories from one another, you look down and notice something weird with Four’s shadow.

It almost looked like it was laughing along too... in the opposite direction that Four was looking in. But you blink and it’s as if it never there.

Maybe you’re tired.

You have been walking all day and perhaps it was a trick of the light.

You don’t think on it too much and go back to talking with your friend.

Hours later-you’d think that it would be the end of it but it isn’t.

In fact, you can’t sleep. And the way it moved was different than it should have been and the more you look into the memory there more obscurities than there should be. Not to mention that Four gets weird around shadows or whenever they are mentioned.

You stare up at the star filled sky as you think about the incident.

“I’m telling you I think they saw me.” A new voice says.

You’re thrust into the moment and attune your hearing to the direction it came from.

“I think you’re thinking too much into it. How could they have seen you?” It’s Four.

You close your eyes and roll over in the same direction, pretending to still be asleep.

The voices take a minute to pick up again when you do that.

They were watching you.

“They stared at me for a solid minute- how did you miss that?” New voices hisses.

“They were laughing-”

“You were laughing, you love sick fool. They looked at me. They saw me. I’m going to blow the secret and you’re not even listening to my warning.”

Your eyes snap open and you push yourself up as quickly as you can.

You instantly spot Four sitting by the fire, but you’re not surprised by that. What really takes your attention is the new person next to him- who looks uncannily like your friend.

But with purple hair...

And red eyes...

And darker skin...

“Four what the hell?” You blurt.

Four responds quickly and as intelligently as he can manage. “Uhhhh...”

The person next to him curses and runs a hand through his hair. “I told you. I told you. I told you.”

You lock eyes with the new guy and introduce yourself.

He huffs and crosses his arms, his face darkening slightly- or again- maybe it was a trick of the light. “I’m Four’s shadow.”

“His... shadow...?”

“Yes. That’s what I said.”

You nod, wide eyed before turning to Four with a million questions in your eyes. He can see it and holds his hand up to his mouth, pressing his knuckles harshly against his teeth as he waits for them to start flowing out of your mouth.

“Love sick fool?”

“Shadow you snitch!” Four screeches and takes a swing at him.

His cry is loud enough rouse some of the others but only really wakes up two of them. You stare tensely as Time and Legend sit up fast enough to nearly throw themselves into the fire as they turn to Four.

“Sorry.” You whisper yell to save his honor.

Shadow is nowhere to be found.

Time and Legend turn to you as the only other one awake and each raise an eyebrow in tandem.

“Ni-nightmare. I yelled. I’m sorry.” You try to act like you just woke up as well and try to hunker down into your blankets.

Time sighs and wipes his eyes. “You ok?”

“I will be.” You try to smile but you’re too nervous and it comes out more forced than it should- but perhaps that helps you sell your little fib.

Legend for his part glares at you before he sits down with a solid thump and throws himself dramatically back into his bedroll.

No words are exchanged between you two.

“Everything alright Four?” Time yawns as he also begins to lie down again.

“Yeah. All good here.” Four laugh nervously and waves him away.

Time nods, no longer paying attention and slowly... nearly half an hour later, you see that the two of them have fallen asleep again. Thankfully neither of them seem to realize that it didn’t sound like your voice at all.

Shadow appears again from somewhere and takes his spot next to Four. “Nice going.”

“Shut up.”

“Four, I have questions.” You sit up and make your way over to the two of them.

Shadow raises an eyebrow. “What’s there to explain?”

“Everything?”

“Ok. Ok. Both of you, don’t start. You caught us fair and square. Sit down.” Four sighs and gestures to the other spot next to him. “It’ll take a while.”

“Done.” You grin and nearly run over a sleeping Sky in the process. “Tell me everything.”

Wild

“Has anyone seen Mr. Champion?” You glance up after doing a supply check through your bag. You’re running a little low on rations and know the resident cook usually has some to spare.

But you haven’t seen him in a while.

“Didn’t he go to get fire wood?” Wind tilts his head.

“Wasn’t that at least an hour ago?” You respond, furrowing your eyebrows as you think about it more. Where did Wild go?

“He hasn’t come back yet?” Warrior sits up straighter. Now the rest of the group is a little more aware of their missing member and each start subconsciously checking the tree line as if he were about to come back that very second.

“I can go look for him.” You offer, standing up. “Maybe he got distracted. We are in a new area.”

“Oh great, he could be miles away and we’d never know.” Legend groans and throws his head back. “Just what we needed.”

“Have a little faith Vet.” You snort. With a quick jump and skip over the supplies, you begin to leave the camp behind. “Try calling him Wind, I’ll see if I can go find our missing chef before dinner.”

“Please do.” Time nods. “We’ll start a full search party if you’re not back within the next hour though. It’s getting too dark.”

“Noted.”

“I could find him faster.” You hear Twilight say but you’re already too far away to back down now.

Truthfully, you have no idea where to start- but you imagine that to find Wild- one must think like Wild.

You pick a direction and stick with it.

At some point maybe fifteen minutes in you reach a small creek and begin to follow to stream upwards.

It’s really more like you’re taking a hike than searching for your friend and you begin to feel a little stupid even if realistically there’s no other way for this to be done.

That is- until you see him anyway.

He’s seems to be frozen in place, staring off into the distance with his hands still held mid air, gripping the canteen he appears to have been filling up.

It confuses you and you stand there staring at him to move- to blink- to do something. But he doesn’t. “Wild?”

No response.

“Champion?” You call a little louder and begin to tip toe a little closer to him. You’re afraid that even the slightest snapping of a twig would break whatever spell he’s under and you don’t fancy a violent reaction out the man who can easily blow the whole area up with little to nothing.

But still no response.

“Link!” You hiss and eventually reach his side. He hasn’t once turned in your direction or even acknowledged your presence and you begin to doubt that he’s even conscious.

His eyes are open and he’s knelt beside the creek but maybe he got hit with some magic or something- you don’t know.

You gulp and place a hand on his shoulder. You shake him lightly but when that also proves to not do anything you begin to shake him more and more until you nearly throw him over-but he does not react at all.

“Oh boy... What on earth happened to you?” You bite you lip and begin to look around. He’s too heavy for you to carry on your own and also too far away to yell for help or assistance.

You should have dragged Twilight with you.

Suddenly he takes a deep breath and blinks rapidly, shaking himself back into the present.

You freeze and tense up considerably as you watch him come back to himself.

Wild stretches and looks up at the sky before standing up. “Twilight’s not going to like this.”

“No. I don’t think so.” You reply.

He freezes as well and looks at you by only shifting his eyes. “How long were you here for?”

“A while...” You admit. “Maybe fifteen minutes. You were gone for over an hour. I got worried.”

“Oh. That’s not so bad then.”

“You ok?” You gulp and slowly drop your shoulders from your ears and unclench your fists.

“Yup. Peachy.”

You nod and continue to lower your guard- not trusting this one bit. “May I ask what that was?”

“Just a memory.” He shrugs and tries to walk past you.

“A memory?” You frown and turn on your heel to follow him. “A memory? I shook you head enough to nearly throw you into the water and you claim it was because of a flashback? I’ve heard of disassociation before but I think this is more like astral projection through dimensions. You were completely gone!”

“It happens from time to time. Nothing to worry about.”

“What if something came up behind you and killed you?” You argue. “I’d say that’s something to worry about. Does this happen often?”

“Everyone once in a while. Maybe once every other month. It depends really. It doesn’t happen as often as it did in the beginning though.” Wild admits and gestures for you to follow him.

You do- but you keep asking him questions.

“So this is normal?”

“For me? Yes.”

“For you?”

“I...” Wild hisses slightly as another thought comes to his mind. “I never told you did I?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m going to assume that no, you didn’t.”

“I get memories from my old life from time to time when something triggers them. I used to have amnesia but I’ve got most of the my memories back at this point... By now it’s just filling in little blanks.” Wild shrugs. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Oh...” Understanding calms you somewhat. At least it’s not a magic spell or anything. “How did you get amnesia? Do you remember that?”

Wild stops in his tracks and looks at the ground momentarily before looking up again and walking forward. “I died.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I died.”

“Huh?”

“I. Died.”

“WILD!” You tense up again and follow him without hesitation. “What do you mean you died? Did you heart just stop or were you like blow up or something- Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I’m being super insensitive right now, aren’t I? But I don’t understand! I don’t- Wild- Link- you can’t just drop a bomb like that. Are you like a ghost or something? No. Wait. You can bleed and I’ve seen you crash into more walls and rocks than I care to admit.”

“This isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting.” Wild frowns and cuts you off.

“ArE YOu oK?!”

“I’m here aren’t I?”

“But that’s not what I mean- How can that even make sense-”

“Where did you think I got my scars from?” Wild cuts you off once more with a barely restrained snort as he bites his lip.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m fine I promise.”

“Wild nooo....” You whine and Wild thinks for a minute that the information upset you so much that you’re going to cry. “Who did it? I’ll kill them with my bare hands. Who hurt you?”

Wild comes to a full stop again and sighs. Deep and tired but he tilts his head and offers you his hand. “Do you want the short story or the long?”

“Long story please.”

For the first time since this conversation started, Wild smiles even if it’s faint and subtle. “Alright, let’s take the scenic route back. This might take a while.”

Part 2

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #linked universe #is my personal plot line growing #maybe #maybe not #those you have been following for a while will take Warrior's call back for what it is #can't fully break away from god given duties can you?#Link is no exception #also #Apparently Sky gets prophetic dreams #i've never played skyward sword #but I've been meaning to get it for the Switch #so soon!!#Maybe Sky will be easier to write after I play it

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➤ soobin x reader, fluff, very slight angst, idiot best friends oblivious to their mutual pining

↳ prompt 33: “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?

requested?: yes

warnings: swearing, mentions of small injury

A/N: I’m sorry if you were expecting more explicit romance but I feel like this prompt worked better as a mutual pining idiots plot. Also apologies if this is lack luster, it’s been a few months since I wrote anything non-academic!

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You huddle underneath your comically large black umbrella as sheets of torrential rain pound down on it, washing across the pavement below your feet as if following the tide of the ocean. Your sneakers are soaked, squeaking pathetically as you shift your weight from foot to foot and grimace at the feeling of your socks soggy between your toes. Normally you would have been huddled in your dorm room, working on homework from the morning’s classes or watching reruns of Catfish just to grumble about how stupid a person could be.

But your best friend had texted you with a code blue, so you found yourself in the back parking lot of the campus library, enduring the rain that could only mean Noah’s Arc was due to float by any second. Wind whips your hair into your face cruelly and temporarily blinds you, as if mocking you for daring to brave the storm. You can do little more than scrunch your face oddly and shake your head from side to side in a desperate bid to get the locks away from you since there was no way in hell you were taking a hand off of your umbrella just to push your hair back. A car peels into the parking lot just as you clear your vision. It’s a humble silver sedan, a Hyundai of almost 20 years old, with streaks of rust on the back bumper and a sun-faded license plate. Even in the rain you can make out the litany of decals covering the back end, especially your favorite which boasts the term “MILF: Man I Love Frogs” in bold green letters.

There’s no hesitation in your step as you slosh through the rain to yank at the passenger’s side door, jiggling it several times until the telltale click of the unlock allows you to heave it open fully. Suddenly worried about the state of the car-which is littered with coffee cups, extra clothing, loose notebooks and sheet music and fast food receipts- you shake the umbrella off outside of the car before snapping it shut and closing the door. Beside you Soobin laughs, short and low.

“Thanks for shaking off your umbrella. Really counteracts the gallons of water your brought in with your shoes and pants.” He glances pointedly at where your feet soak the tan carpet into a dark brown and you bristle.

“Thanks for calling a code blue in the middle of a rainstorm. I wouldn’t have fucked your car up if you didn’t have an emergency.” Your voice softens at the reminder of why you’re here, and you finally turn to face him better after you buckle up. He’s devastatingly handsome, as always, but you feel your heart stutter at the fact that he’s wearing the hoodie you bought him for Christmas, the one he had almost slapped you for spending so much money on. It’s slightly damp from the rain and it casts his face in shadows along with the shitty weather and for once you hate the way it looks on him. He drives without asking, already knowing exactly where he wanted to go to talk out whatever had happened.

“I wouldn’t call it a total emergency,” he begins as Spotify takes a few seconds to switch between songs. “Just something I needed you to be in the loop for ASAP.” He looks your way again, eyes calculating for a few moments before the light turns green and he’s making the all too familiar right turn into the tasty and underrated diner that you discovered as freshmen. The rain has not slowed at all and the two of you run into the building to avoiding getting too wet, although your feet squelch with renewed vigor on the red and white tiled floor.

The lighting is much better at your favorite table, and after you place your order you’re able to finally get a good look at Soobin. His soft eyes are rimmed red and puffy, and you can’t tell if it’s the weather, the lack of sleep or his persistent allergies that are the cause. Maybe all three, or maybe something new entirely. He’s staring back at you just as clearly, studying your own face and mannerisms even though it had been years since anything about him was new to you. Of course, other than the day he casually pulled you into his chest and you realized just how tall and broad and handsome he had become.

The thought leaves as scarily quick as it enters, as Soobin turns his face to smile up at the waitress delivering drinks and you catch a glimpse of reddened, mottled looking skin just beneath the seam of the hood. As soon as the waitress retreats you lean across the rickety table and paw at the cotton. Soobin puts up almost no fight, knowing he’s about to lose a battle that hadn’t even begun. The delicate skin of his cheek is alarmingly bright red and looks angry to the touch. Bruises had already begun to form around the outer ring of the graze and your heart clenches when you realize that what you first thought was a circular bruise looks suspiciously similar to a fist. A symphony of anger and concern rise within your chest and your eyes prickle with tears that you know Soobin will wipe away for you if you let them fall.

“What-” you swallow, saliva suddenly feeling like it’s made of cotton, “Who did that?”

He smiles shyly, ducking away from your touch but you gently grab at his cheek, keeping him from moving too far. His eyes bore into yours, flicking down to your lips before bringing them back up. Slowly, as if scared to spook you, he encloses his palm around your wrist.

“Promise you won’t yell and disturb everyone else that’s eating?” You nod eagerly even though both you and Soobin know that it was a promise likely to be broken. His hand, steady and radiating warmth into the skin of your wrist tugs tighter, hooking on to you like a life line.

“That asshole Braden. I was passing him in the lobby of the math building and he was talking to his friends about how-” Soobin stops to swallow an invisible lump in his throat- “how he worked with you on some project and he kept talking about how stupid you were the whole time.”

Your face twists into a grimace at the reminder of that exact project and then the image of Braden, tall and wide with an angry round face; but then a laugh bubbled from the depths of your chest.

“To be fair, I was useless for that project. It was film class and it was about that stupid French movie I didn’t watch. So he’s not technically wrong.” Soobin’s frown twitched and then, to your surprise, deepened. Heart dropping at the sight, you felt a chill creep up the back of your neck. For as long as you’d known him, there was always a good chance that a well timed joke could curb his anger or sadness or frustration.

“It wasn’t that that got me, well, this. After he said that, he said that even though you were stupid he wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees.” You sucked in a simultaneous breath with Soobin, whose moody look finally transfered to you. It made too much sense now; why your joke hadn’t shifted his mood, why he was so vague about why he needed to talk to you, why he had that bruise. Your heart races as you begin to imagine how the skin will turn deep purples and greens, going sickly yellow around the edges. “It just pissed me off so bad. So I yelled at him and he squared up with me and before I knew it I was on the floor.”

To be honest, you were angrier that Soobin had come out of the altercation hurt than anything. You were used to the comments, the snide bullshit that falls from the mouths of your less kind peers.

“I’m going to kill him.” Soobin laughs, finally, as you clench your fingers into a tight fist around your innocent glass of strawberry lemonade.

“No, you’re not. I’m fine.” He finally removes the hood from his head, and if it weren’t for the bruise- which you now could see spread almost all the way to his ear- you would have been more interested in the fact that his shaggy hair had gotten even longer since the last time you’d seen it this close. You open your mouth to protest just as the waitress approaches again, this time balancing two hot plates of food on her arms. You flash her a sweet smile at the same time she notices the state of Soobin’s face and squints. She doesn’t say anything, though, and leaves almost as quickly as she showed up.

“Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” You ask as soon as she’s out of earshot.

“Yes.” Soobin playfully scowls at you around a mouthful of french fries. Your heart skips at the adorable way his eyebrows knit and his dimples press deeper into his cheeks. Despite yourself, you smile, feeling the tension in the air dissipate around the pair of you. Soobin gestures loosely to the plate in front of you, wordlessly encouraging you to eat.

The pancakes you ordered are just as delicious as you remember them to be every time; fluffy and syrupy with just enough butter. Halfway through a chew, a new idea pops in your head and you struggle to keep chunks of batter from spewing onto the table as you speak.

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

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ecrivant · 3 years

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tendresse | reiner braun

(reiner braun x reader)

a.n. – dude! you just posted tender, slice-of-life aot cringe!

in the woods, away from the world, you and reiner take a moment to yourselves to just exist; a tender respite in the eye of the storm. emotional catharsis, a consideration of what could have been.

takes place during the marley arc, right after reiner’s confession at the campfire, but there are no spoilers. reader is gender neutral.

word count: 1.4k

He sat alone, away from their temporary settlement, swallowed by trees and the oppressive nocturne which had long since appropriated the respite of the campfire in which the group dined. Yards away, Warriors and the Paradisians together in repose—both groups, two-sided coins, unaware that their flipside lay in each other’s own counterpart. He listened to their stirring bodies—their restlessness, indistinguishable. The wind’s steady respiration rustled the trees, and his eyes, sensitive from the prolonged darkness, made out moving branches against the moonlit sky. The relentless ether, pitch-dark but not void, hung precariously above the canopy, threatening to crush anything beneath it if its suspension happened to fail. Perhaps he wished for such a swift end, one where everyone was stripped of their agency and had no choice but to submit and relinquish their will. Only if it were that simple.

“Reiner?”

The sounds of footfalls against the detritus. Each step, a tightening of the vise. You extended a hand to touch his shoulder, trembling digits meeting tense muscles. His name, again, left your lips in a whisper. He wouldn’t turn to look at you. Or couldn’t.

His eyes stayed on the ground as you collapsed beside him, legs giving into exhaustion. Despite everything, your auras still emitted a warmth the two of you could quietly share. Neither spoke.

An image materialized: one of you and Reiner, blithely inebriated after sneaking into the superiors’ liqueur stash, seated atop a once-virescent knoll, now bathed in the pitch of night. Another moment shared in silence from years before. You frowned at your memory’s disquieting betrayal.

“I don’t know how much more I can apologize.”

“Please, don’t.” He finally turned to look at you. The contours of your profile, tenebrous and barely there, the same he impressed upon himself years ago and returned to during all the sleepless nights in Marley, were still intoxicating. Your brow, furrowed in frustrated thought.

You continued, eyes facing forward, “I’m tired of hating you. I just want a moment without brooding.”

Reiner nodded. He, more than anyone, wished for a moment free of the merciless despondency.

The groundcover rustled as you moved to sit in front of him. Your eyes, pupils blown wide, bore into his. He felt read by you, self-conscious under your gaze, but refused to look away. Your hand came to rest against his cheek, a touch that held all your unvoiced tenderness and compassion and betrayed your ocular intensity. He severed your eye contact to close his eyes and feel—feel the warmth of your palm burning onto his frigid skin, feel the memories of your timid touch. A quivering whisper, cracked:

“It’ll all be over soon, Reiner. Then we can rest.”

Your words hung in the air, but you allowed the moment to move around you, through you, eventually taking your words with it.

Different circumstances, and he would have married you. He regretted the thought.

“Why do you care so much about me?” he asked quietly, moving beneath your touch.

Your sternum imploded, winding you. The prickle of tears bloomed in your sinuses, spilling over before you could compose yourself.

His eyes opened, half-lidded, as your hand pulled away from his face. He saw your lips parted in shock, quivering.

“Why do I care?” A ragged query, laced with tears.

Reiner looked at you with clouded eyes, and you pulled him into your arms, desperate. You sobbed into his shoulder, and you cried for him. He sat unmoving before he eventually held you back, wrapping his arms around your form. He felt grateful you couldn’t see his tears but then wondered why—in cathartic surrender, he allowed a sob to reverberate through his body, and then another, and soon his form gave way to violent palpitations that caused you to grip onto him tighter. He wished, consumed by a twisted machoism, for this to last forever—to be held by you, flayed open and made raw, basking in your shared heartache and effusions. This was pain he could endure eternally.

He was pulled back to the present as you murmured something, quiet ululations swallowed by your gasping breaths and tears: I love you, said over and over again like an ephemeral mantra rather than a confession. Words that Reiner had unrelentingly fought against, suppressed; words that threatened to self-articulate and spill forth in the quiet interstices you shared, late at night, tucked away from the soldiers’ barracks; in the moments walking to and from the dining room at HQ; in the moments where you would laugh and his chest would swell and his face would flush and he would want nothing more than to take you into his arms and hold you; in the moments of silence pervaded by things unsaid.

Now, in this moment, he loathed himself for not saying anything, for not being the first to say it. To have exacerbated the torment of his betrayal in exchange for a few blissful moments of ignorance where you loved blindly and unabashedly—would it have been worth it? Cruelly, selfishly, he wished he had done it. He would have taken those moments to the grave.

Your lips, still engaged in a distraught glossolalia, ghosted along his neck, voltaic, jolting him out of his ruminative daze. He pulled away from you.

“Can I kiss you?”

His shaky whisper, boyish and innocent, silenced you. You were faced with a younger Reiner—the subtly shy cadet who once carefully asked to hold your hand as he snuck you away from the grounds—and felt your heart seize. Why couldn’t it always have been this way?

Your noses bumped as you leaned in. The kiss was callow, both of you unsure of how to move against the other. Reiner’s hands still rested on your shoulders and yours remained in your lap. Awkwardly immobile. He pulled away, and you were both smiling, flushed, teenage. Even in the dark, his worry lines seemingly dissipated; you wish you had appreciated his youthful features years ago.

He closed his eyes again, surrendering to bliss as your soft fingers traced the contours of his face. Up and down the bridge of his nose, along his lips, over his eyelashes; your lips shadowed your touch, softly kissing the tip of his nose, the side of his mouth, his eyes, one by one. Delicacy that would never see the waking hours, instead confined to private moments in the obscurity of night—you both silently and implicitly acknowledged there was no room for tenderness in a world so inhospitable.

“We would be married,” he began. Realizing what he was doing, your heart clenched, eyes begging him to stop—but Reiner wanted to indulge. Emotional machoism.

“And we would have a home by the sea.” His resolve fractured—his voice began to shake.

“Reiner, please—"

“We could grow old together, and,” he paused, swallowing the tremor in his words, “we could even have a kid or two, if you wanted.”

You couldn’t look at him. To speak of dreams was linguistic torture, mental contamination: the vocalization and deception of an aching beauty, a deceptive chimera.

“I would love you until there was nothing left.”

He grasped your digits, begging you to imagine it with him. Your eyes shut. The rhythm of undulating tides and the crash of waves, the scent of saline breeze. Reiner on the beach, his fair hair full of sand and bright against the unbroken azure of the sky and the sea. The warmth of the sun against your complexion, caressed.

The cruelty of reverie.

You sat together, awake, until the dim morning light edged over the horizon. The blue dawn, cool and encroaching, enveloped the woods in an ethereal glow. Fog hung low, and as the blue gave way to golden light, rays cut through the haze and the trees, collecting around you. Reiner’s creased features returned, but his gaze remained soft. You looked at him, intense as always, and saw him plead. You respired slowly, focused on your beating heart, and apologized. Neither of you knew exactly why.

The others began to rise. The coals of last night’s fire were grey ash, crushed and scattered underfoot. You and Reiner blinked tears out of your eyes, sharing one last look, before joining the rest of the group.

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wow! reiner simps rise up! thank you so much for reading this piece! i legitimately think reiner has some of the most compelling character development ever + he’s hot, so who better to write something for?

i haven’t written anything, much less fanfiction, in a very long while, so things are probably real rusty. feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome but also… please be nice to me. i have a very weak emotional constitution. also, i honestly think i fell back into writing because aot s4 is getting to me and i need a place to process shit. hope you enjoy a live view of my mental degradation. feel free to shoot me a request for a piece here!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan imagine #aot imagines #aot x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner braun imagine #reiner x reader #writing!

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