#hi eldie :3

[aster-aeliana]

aster hi *gives you a kiss on the cheek* you deserve the world btw

Oh, thank you! Your very nice and deserve the world too! <3

#in character aster! #aster can answer that! #just role(play) with it #hi eldie :3

[wavvie]

just two idiots and their idiot children

#oc: ilanius naeroum #do i tag everyone elses dkljadjkf #ya know what why not #oc: ydin docken #oc: panilvia docken #oc: adiza docken #oc: narsi docken #oc: erdri docken #oc: eldi docken #oc: sira docken #also ilanius's official last name is in the og screenshot #so for those who got the full screenshot yw #i might change his tag to add it later #probably when i get to starting the character page #there's no real reason to not share it #i'm just lazy <3 #though i plan to have a little scene about it #bc it's origin lorewise and how ilanius wouldn't know what it means #and nelia being like ....interesting name #satr

[erenthology]

Drabble but I had to make it pretty :3

Eren is pretty nosy. When he visited your dorm for the first time, he went through everything in your room, shamelessly. You were lying half naked waiting for him, meanwhile this dude was smelling your perfumes.

“‘Hmm, what’s this? ‘Who’s this in the picture with you?”

“His name is Dave, he was my prom date.” you tell him, growing irritated.

“He’s ugly.” He puts the photo facing down and joins you on bed but sits down instead of pushing your head into the mattress fucking you raw. “are your sheets linen? Is that what you prefer?”

You stare wordlessly, this was not how you expected the infamous collage star to to act when invited into your dorm. You usually meet at his place because he insists to always pick you up and have you spend the night at his. So when you asked him if he wanted to come to your place you instead, you could swear you saw his eyes sparkle.

You put your feet on each side of his shoulders which gets him to glance down in between your legs. “Wow, you want to fuck me so bad.” he tilts his head to the side as if to get a better look.

He’s on his knees, hovering over you as you’re lying down with your legs open “Keep talking like that and I’ll find somebody else to fuck me.”

He raises an eyebrow, “keep saying stuff like that and you’re gonna get punished.”

“By who?” you clench your thighs.

His eyes track the dirty motion of your hips and licks his lips as if to taste you. “only me. why, is there someone else on your mind?”

“I mean, dave did hit me up recently. he’s grown quite attractive.” you like being petty.

Not even a crack of a smile. “You know, when you say stuff like that, it makes me want to fuck you silly.” he delicately strokes your cheek.

Huffing out a breath, you’re about to tell him to go ahead but get interrupted by him tracing your lips with his fingers. “Your lips turn down at the edge,” he smiles, “you have the perfect pout.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, not really used to being treated like this. Eren keeps surprising you and yet you find ways to ignore it. But you have a feeling that he’s fully aware of your antics and is being patient with you.

“So?” you dart out your tongue around his finger. “want to see it wrapped around something other than your finger?”

He adjusts his boner and pushes your legs down around his waist. Gazing into your eyes, he calmly speaks. “you have no idea how much I crave you. every second of every day.”

Swallowing hard, you feel the tension in the room about to snap. He lowers his body and pushes your legs up, folding you in half with his body weight.

Face to face, Eren looks at your searchingly. He’s waiting for you to kiss him, he wants you to show him you want him. So your hands reach for his face, and you brush your lips against his. He sighs a breath of relief, as if he’s been holding it it this whole time, and kisses you back.

Feeling content, he draws back and watches as you’re unable to open your eyes for a few moments afterwards. Eren smiles and releases your legs, then viciously hugs you and starts rocking you back and forth.

“You’re so cute.” he squishes you.

“stop, I’ll cut your teddy bear the next time I’m over Eren I swear.” you threathen harmlessly. He gasps, “first of all, Eldy is not a teddybear he’s my son.” he jokes back. Laughing at his antics, you realize you’ve gotten further involved with him than you might’ve realized.

The inside jokes, he kissing and unnecessary cuddling. As if noticing you’re drifting away, he puts you on his lap and grabs your laptop. “Let’s watch a something.” he strokes your thighs.

“Dibs” you both say on the same time. Turning to face him, you yell “supernatural” again, at the same time.

He stares intensely, “oh baby, you were so made for me.” he draws out enthusiastically. “Yeah yeah, just put it on.” you turn your face back to hide your blush.

Your bodies are tangled together, he holds you as if you complete him. Legs in between yours, arm around your torso, you’re surrounded by him. “Eren, did something happen?”

You can tell this makes him happy. “you care about me.” he smiles cheekily and kisses your cheek. So that’s the reasons he just wants to hold you.

“So, what’s wrong?” you forcefully let out. It feels a bit uncomfortable but you can tell he’s not uncomfortable at all. “Don’t worry about it, just let me hold you.”

“Fine.” you don’t know why you make it sound like you’re irritated, you’re not. But Eren doesn’t say anything, you have a feeling he’s learning how you work and actually understands you. Either way, you let him hold you.

#was i need of slight comfort so idk why it ended sweet i planned on having him dive in between your legs but life is unexpected I guess! #btw this is rugby Eren getting you to lower your walls(if you read the prev drabble ykyk) #i have noooot read through this but atleast the header is pretty<3 hihi #you can send me asks if you want to read something in particular #eren smut #attack on titan eren #eren #eren jeager x reader #eren aot #eren fanfiction #eren jaeger #just in the clouds for eren #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #Eren fics #Eren x you #Attack on titan

[tryan-a-bex]

Writing patterns meme

Rules: Share the opening of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

From this post by @dancinbutterfly https://www.tumblr.com/dancinbutterfly/735744268412534784?source=share

I'll mull about patterns here because I put the last two after the cut due to warnings. So, about half of them start with dialogue, which is how I started writing--a lot of dialogue, minimal else things. The other half start by getting inside someone's head--internal dialogue, basically, so not that different I guess. Also I try to start with something funny or at least interesting, to hook the reader? I don't know if it works.

Endless Family Trick or Treating

“It’s not a sphere!” argued Dream, swinging his jack-o’-lantern trick-or-treat bucket against the leg of his vampire costume. “It is a sphere!” insisted Desire, twirling the tail of their demon costume in their hand again. “I learned it in school and it’s round like a ball so it’s a sphere.”

2. Velma Meets the Family

Velma stared at the gently lapping water of the river, leaning her elbows on the railing. The rest of the gang was fast asleep in their motel, but she hadn’t been able to sleep so she’d come outside to think. The water sounds were restful, but her mind refused to stop whirling. 

3. Freddy the Robot Vacuum

It was amazing what a person could get used to. Hob had enjoyed his first robot vacuum. It was nice, and not a very difficult adjustment, to get used to the vacuuming being done automatically for him while he was out. The little phone app notifications were cute, and he was only human so he anthropomorphized his vacuum, naming it Freddy. Getting used to the anthropomorphic personification of dreams hanging around in his flat… took a bit more time.

4. Life is but a Dream

Rose put her head down on the desk. Why? Why would the words come in the middle of the night, and never when she had her laptop out and on? She’d even tried writing her thoughts down, but found that she actually couldn’t make out her sleepy handwriting in the morning. She looked at the tumblr icon on her desktop, sighed, and got up to get a cup of tea instead. That would be a shorter distraction. Probably.

5. Death is not easy to cheat

Unity poured tea in both cups and sat down across from Rose, pushing the plate of cookies toward her. “How are you doing, dear? You look tired.” “Oh, Unity! It’s been so stressful lately! I can’t seem to think of the right words when I sit down to work on my novel, but then they keep me awake in the middle of the night, you know? And during the day Lyta is either freaking out about Daniel being with Uncle Morpheus and Hob, or freaking out about him being so white and growing up so fast.

6. Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love

“Lucienne has been working so hard lately,” Gault explained to the Dream King’s head cook. “I’d like to do something nice for her. I was thinking a surprise romantic dinner over candlelight in the library.” “Ah, yes, I think she would appreciate that very much.” They put their heads together to plan the meal when suddenly Gault heard a familiar voice from the hallway.  “So, what have you already tried?” Lucienne asked. “Hell, all the normal plunging and clawing didn’t fucking fix the goddamned blockage, and it’s a fucking hassle taking the whole damned drain apart all the way back into the fucking wall.” 

7. Naga No-Go

“Lucienne.” Lucienne’s head popped up from the book she was studying. Lord Morpheus’ summons sounded just a little bit more… strained than usual. She turned her head, using her raven senses to triangulate the direction of the summons. His chambers??? This… could not be good.

8. Which Witch (Okay I'm cheating here because this isn't published yet. but if you want more, let me know and I'll post it on ao3 or send you a link.)

“You can’t just come in here without a warrant.” The cantankerous old witch put her hands on her hips and stood squarely in the doorway. Eldie sighed and rubbed the shaved hair at the nape of her neck. “Please let me come in, ma’am. Your daughter hired me to clean and cook and help you out, and I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” “I don’t need help, you shameless hussy! Who does she think she is, that gossiping busy-body! I’m fine here by myself. You can go now!”

Okay, under the cut are mentions of spiders, and non-con body horror. (The fic is not bad, the backstory from canon is, and that's where I started.)

9. Arachnophilia (mentions of spiders)

Zelda stared down at the cafeteria mac and cheese on her plate. The only thing appetizing about the middle school cafeteria food was that her mother wasn’t glaring at her and criticizing how she did or didn’t eat it. Instead, everyone ignored her, tucked into a corner. She would feel hurt about being shunned if she had any desire at all to interact with the other children. She didn’t. She closed her eyes and shoved a forkful into her mouth, thinking about her science project to distract herself from the taste. Spider webs were actually incredibly strong for the size of the filament, and they came in such an extraordinary variety of shapes and sizes. She couldn’t wait to get back to the library for more research. She opened her eyes as she swallowed, scooping up more food and quickly scanning the room. 

10. The Order of the Knights of the Dreaming (the actual fic I wrote is pretty sweet without much actual violence, but Alice's backstory from InCryptids is intense, so skip this next paragraph if you don't like mentions of non-con and body horror)

Alice closed her eyes and felt her memories and skin being ripped from her once again. It hadn’t actually been like that. In real life, she hadn’t figured out her memories were being adjusted for years, and she’d undergone the flensing willingly. But once she learned that her mind had been altered without her knowledge and that removing her skin had not been necessary but was done for the profit of her “uncle,” well, the nightmares about being violated had been unceasing. 

If you made it this far, congratulations, consider yourself no-pressure tagged!

#I will love you forever if you reblog this for me #sandman fanfic #original fiction #sandman crossover #first line tag game #tryana find it back

[memietroubadour]

If asks are still open: Jugdral character designs tier list/opinions?

Going to answer this as opinions and ramble about my favorites!

All the rambles under the cut!

I'd like to firstly talk about Annand/Mahnya!

I love how much Mayo added details and to an extent, stayed true to Annand's original design! Tbh the skirt in her new outfit is something I'd wear it's just so pretty! My only thing is that she should wear some thick tights/leggings because 1) she lives in a cold country, and 2) she rides a flying horse. I had to wear JEANS to ride a horse so she should too!! But yeah 9/10 design 100% would cosplay her if I could.

Next is Tailtiu!

I love how she can rock multiple colors: light to dark purples, black, light pinks and white, etc. Also I like the flow of the outfits in the first two, the windswept capes and skirts are just chefs kiss! Also I'd wear her hairband it's super cute! AND SHE'S WEARING BOOTS! IF YOU'RE WALKING A LOT SANDALS AREN'T ALWAYS GREAT ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE WALKING ON ROCKS! So yeah 9/10 designs I love her

Next is Eldigan! But specifically his dancer alt.

I am a SUCKER for men in like 1800s- early 1900s high fashion. It just goes so hard. Also big fan of the fur, it looks warm and cozy! Btw this is when I fell in love with him he's just so pretty! 10/10 would cosplay. Also have a bonus image of my Eldi charm (made by Quickalas) helping me cook ramen!

Okay now to end this post, I'll talk about my favorite outfit for Julia!

Adding my own ref sheet in there since it's not really easy to make sense of it (don't ask me how I know that)

But I'm just in love with how much intricate details were added to an older design. I don't know how to explain it other than it's the perfect balance between detailed, updated, and not too busy. Also the way her face is drawn in the cipher card (which I have >:3 ) is perfection. 1000/10 I plan to cosplay this exact design someday!

Okay some other cool designs rapid fire GO!

Unused Thracia portrait Hermina you are iconic to me

Treasure Book Seliph, very soft colors so I dig it

Concept art for Scion Leif and Seliph, they even have the 90s anime eyes!

Legendary Deirdre that I talked about on twitter when she was announced!

I'm also very impartial to all of these designs. The FE4/3h tea time banner is the best thing since the scions banner. Legendary Seliph's artist coming back for M!Shez is celebratory, and the duo and Sigurd's legendary speak for themselves.

#Memie's Asks #tumblr asks #long post #fire emblem genealogy of the holy war #fe4 #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem annand #fire emblem tailtiu #tailtiu #fire emblem eldigan #fire emblem julia #feh #fire emblem #sigdre #seliph fire emblem #fire emblem deirdre #fire emblem sigurd #fire emblem hermina #leif fire emblem

[autism-purgatory]

Thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling!

Worldbuilding in Five

Rules: post 3-5 images of a place in your world and tell us a bit about it!

I have so many places in Sculpted Lands I want to ramble about but here’s two!

1) Eldis, the Forgotten City

Eldis is a rather mysterious place, it’s at the edge of the map, and was not made by Cambrius or the giants. Then who did? Its language, art, and architecture match nothing else in the sculpted lands. It was first discovered after a great rumbling came east of the Northern Limit. Not much evidence of human life remains, or any evidence that people were there at all.

Eldis is the resting place of Cambrius, the Great Sculptor, where he awaits on his throne for the end of the world.

All of the buildings are made of bronze and bricks. The sun reflects too harshly to go outside during the day. This may have been a way to oppress whoever dwelled here.

Small, dark-robes creatures called Caretakers tend to the city, including the group of a dozen giants that stand frozen, slumbering like the rest of their kin. Bronze gargoyles also guard the city, who also weren’t made by Cambrius, but have made peace with him.

2) Osiglos, the City of Glass

The Capital of the eastern kingdom of Osica. Don’t be mistaken, in isn’t literally made of glass, it was chosen to be built there after a massive meteor struck the desert and left a monolith of glass and obsidian (which the royal palace was built around) The Osicans saw this as a gift from the Sun, which they based their religion around.

They also made glass and distributed it to the rest of the Sculpted Lands. They also are known for their gems and minerals that they so frequently sell. Obsidian is considered a sacred material and it’s considered sacrilegious to tamper with it. About 80% of glass came from Osiglos before it was consumed by the Godless Mists and abandoned.

Sickles and scythes are the most common weapons used by their warriors and the Sun Knights. Cactus farming is also common and cooked into a lot of foods.

Osiglos was Lord Cambrius’s favorite city and would often visit. He’d love to disguise himself and peruse the streets to buy what caught his eye, nobody knew it was him until he departed for Eldis. He was also good friends with the king.

Osica also made peace with most of the dragon nests and the king used to own a lesser dragon before he gifted it to the kingdom of Vitra westward. They treat dragons with respect since they learned how to forge and make glass from them.

I’ll tag @mk-writes-stuff and whoever else wants to join! (Sry everyone else I could think of was already tagged)

#writing #writeblr #worldbuilding #writers community

[hollowsart]

Eldy gets his hair braided,, cause I think he’d look very adorable with like a french braid! And I kind of wanna see what he’d think with it! 👉🏻👈🏻

I don't think he'd be very adventurous with his hair and what styles he'd try out, mostly just worried about and still hating his body and looks.

but he doesn't look too bad with some braids !!

what a handsome little man <3

#my art #phone art #spamton #eldritch spamton

[these-detestable-hands]

FE THREE HOUSES FIRST IMPRESSION ESSAYS

GOLDEN DEER

claude: if I didn’t like edelgard as much as I do and he wasn’t wearing yellow he would absolutely be my first choice I love this guy. he’s silly!!!

lorenz: good HEAVENS what is that haircut. also your middle name is ‘Hellman’ which is concerning.

a ‘ladies man’ according to Claude. hm

raphael: big guy!!! he looks cool :]

ah jeez his parents are dead… poor guy I wanna give him a hug

leonie: I like her design!! and she’s jeralt’s apprentice, ooo….

interesting ability, too! she does more damage if a male unit is next to her. neat!

hilda: she looks cool! not sure if I’ll add her tho since I’ve already got edelgard as an axe unit

lazy, apparently. the part with Claude sharing how her picture wouldn’t be next to the word ‘lazy’ in the dictionary because she wouldn’t get around to submitting it was funny

marianne: someone please get this girl a towel she looks like a sad wet cat

might try to add her to my house for the sole reason because I really want to be her friend so that haunted look in her eyes will go away. bestie are you ok

lysethia: ooo I really like how she looks… might try to get her to join my house

she has double skill experience too!!!!!! I like her a lot besties get outta that house!!!!!!! can I trade caspar for her

ignatz: lil guy…. just a lil fella…

BLACK EAGLES

edelgard: ELDY MY BEST FRIEND EDELGARD I LIKE HER A LOT she’s pretty she wears red she has an axe her house is the black eagles what’s not to love.

bernadetta: I’ve known this girl for five seconds and I will kill anyone who tries to hurt her

I NEED TO BE THIS GIRL’S FRIEND IMMEDIATELY SHE IS SOSO TINY AND NEEDS A HUG

ferdinand: ‘legitimate’ son? I know that probably has some kind of medieval meaning but it’s funny to think the first thing he says is ‘I’m the REAL son of the Aegir family I SWEAR you HAVE TO BELIEVE ME’

not even Edelgard likes him. I’m iffy on this guy

hubert: oh that’s a malicious guy. I like him already what kind of shenanigans does he get up to

perta: AAAAAA SHE LOOKS REALLY COOL I LOVE HER ALREADY

her hair is very cool and she can use axes???????? I already adore her

caspar: he is. there.

no outstanding opinions. he’s just a dude

linhardt: his first line of dialouge is ‘Linhardt. Good-bye.’ so he’s already piqued my interest. what’s this guy’s deal

he only wants to do tasks that interest him and take naps, according to edelgard. a man after my own heart

dorothea: I like her design! she’s pretty :3

she can heal adjacent allies too, apparently! she’s gonna be a mainstay I can already tell

BLUE LIONS

dmitri: least favorite house leader. idk I just. dont like him. he looks annoying.

sylvain: cool hair but he immediatly started hitting on me as soon as I started talking to him so he’s already losing points

a ‘skirt chaser’ according to dmitri so. yeah least favorite student here so far

mercedes: mercie bestie join the black eagles these blue lion shmucks don’t deserve you

she looks SO nice I need to hug her this instant. holding her gently

annnette: she has cool hair! I like the lil rings

she also apparently caused a kitchen explosion so I like her already

ingrid: ingrid!!!! she looks nice!!

no weaknesses according to her info screen! that’s correct for she is perfect

felix: ok i need to beat this guy up IMMEDIATELY he challenged me and I can’t take that lying down. draw your sword pretty boy

I would absolutely enjoy a friendly competition with him so I can wipe that smug gosh darn grin off his face. I like him!

ashe: yet another little guy to the pile! he has silver hair so I’m already a little interested

OOO HE HAS LOCKPICK ok he might be good after all

dedue: HE LOOS SO COOL WHOAAAAA I NEED YOU AND MERCEDES TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE IMMEDIATLY YOU’RE BOTH TOO AMAZING TO BE IN DMITRI’S HOUSE

CHURCH ROOM FELLAS/MISCELLANEOUS

alois: I know I ragged on him for his shoulder spike but I like him! I like his voice and he just seems nice :]

seteth: he certainly is A Guy. no outstanding opinions on him. mildly suspicious of him due to the sheer fact that he works with rhea. speaking of-

rhea: I do NOT trust her. jeralt literally told me to keep my guard up around her so I’m not trusting her for a second.

gatekeeper: he does a very good job of watching the entrance. keep it up pal I’m rooting for you

jeralt: sword dad!!!! he’s soso cool

hanneman: the scholar! not sure what else to say about him except he’s cool

manuela: not really sure what to put for here and hanneman since you already got my first impressions of them. she is certainly there.

jeritza: ooo mask guy…. whats his story…

ALSO THERE ARE JUST. KITTIES ON CAMPUS????? THEY’RE JUST IN THE FIELDS AND HALLWAYS AAAAAAA

If you keep up this Lorenz, Ferdinand and Seteth slander then I will block you /j

#I married Seteth in my second playthrough and Lorenz in my third #They are two of my all time favorite characters #Ferdinand is awesome he is my wife

[randomnameless]

Oh god I just wish they'll release something new and we'll be spared with all Fodlan nonsense. I like the characters, their supports and interactions, but, like with fates, it seems that the supports and the story are written by two separate teams. Can we have something nice for a moment? People are arguing about "lizards bad' being a theme in the whole franchise, but I think it's more about "humanity fucked up".

iirc the gap between FE14's story and support is because the game was heavily lolcalised?

If 3 Nopes is any indication, IS seems to

really be pushing the wrong door, like 3 Nopes doesn't make any sense, Claude (Clout) regresses and becomes the 1st year uni student who thinks he knows everything - but sadly, unlike your 1st year uni student, Clout has the means to reach his 1st year uni student goals.

All Lords must sing kumbaya happily ever after, so all that mumbo jumbo with demonic beasts and Supreme Leader doing everything she can to achieve her goals?

"brainwash"

Clout apparently convincing Dimitri to abandon Rhea and the Church and to politely let him trample through his country to kill her for no good reason - i mean - bar "church bad, church is the reason why people are unhappy and crests bad remember" - and Dimitri accepts, but not because Clout is hanging a sword at his neck, nope, but because Clout "convinced" him.

Take the Golden Route trigger from all this crap on Ao3 "everyone unite against Rhea" - with the twist that Dimitri has to be on his knees to "accept" - and you've got 3 Nopes in a nutshell.

The plot implodes to make people with vastly different mindsets and convictions work together, and issues aren't resolved, even if all Lords survive.

Rhea of course gets the short end of the stick, as always, but hey, the three Lords are market-able, so why should Rhea even matter?

IS is a company, and has to make profit, but damn if FE16 - and Fodlan in general - was a wasted product.

Why bothering to create all this verse, background, and story about nabateans and different countries if it is to completely ignore it at the end, only to end up with the ultimate player pandering fantasy or the marketing fantasy?

Fodlan could have been a story about humanity fucking things up, just like lizards and mole people, but now they all have to live together - but they prefered to make a story about "uwu students", + "follow the story of the lord of your choice!" with the usual "twist upon twist" for Clout or the true and tested "brainwash!" for Supreme Leader.

Who cares about Rhea and the Church+Faculty staff?

Current IS might think FE4's 2nd gen sells more than the first, so they would cram the 1st gen in 3 chapters (prologue + meet Deedee + Deedee is missing and Eldie dies + Arvis's BBQ) to develop the 2nd gen, and give a special chapter to Larcei.

Tl ; dr : I don't really any hope (lel) left in IS, maybe I'll change my mind later on, but given the recent spoilers for 3 Nopes, it's not going to happen any soon.

#anon #replies #3 nopes spoilers #i have the feeling the prefer their characters to a cohesive story telling #it's so jarring compared to other games #especially to TS #I want a story I don't want to see what Bernie does in situation X #salt

[stella-rose91]

Hello everyone. Today i decided to write my own review of songs albanian musical contest "Festivali i Këngës". I didn't watch previous contests from past years, because i didn't hae time. But now i think it's right time. So, let's start it!

1)Stivi Ushe-Askush Si Ty.

Not bad beginning. But a little boring. Although this singer sang not bad. I give 4 points from 10.

You can watch the perfomance here:

https://youtu.be/AKMN54bBcmk?si=8qIVTShN5EiGmEh1

2)Besa Kokëdhima-Zemrën N Dorë.

At the beginning Besa gave a little false tune, but next time she sang this song with her powerful voice. But her dress shocked me a little bit. But the performance was not bad. I give 6 points from 10.

The link of perfomance: https://youtu.be/08gRcY8N67E?si=x1pVblQP3zlCM16B

3)Mal Retkoceri-Çmendur.

Oh my God. Mal wasn't singing he was more roaming than singing. But at the end he took a high note an it's shocked me a little. Everything is ok, if it's only not his roaming. I give 6 points from 10.

The link of perfomance:https://youtu.be/2fUoQ_hmsjE?si=IJtelId61JtAHf63

4)Eldis Armjeti-Nie Kujtim.

Eldis have a beautiful voice. But a song again have nothing catching. Although i don't understand albanian, i don't know what he was singing. But Eldis have a amazing voice. I give 5 points from 10.

Link of the performance:https://youtu.be/IrtFvWJABcI?si=Pz2rcPKPDxvB6CDl

5)Shpat Deda-S'mund t'tiroj pa ty.

Well, not for me. Although he also sang not bad, but too much he made grimaces when he sang. And song was veery boring. I give 3 points from 10.

Sadly i didn't find the performance, maybe because it was blocked. But here's the link of official audio.

https://youtu.be/FTKaGsIDiF0?si=twZF0NQk_6TOVFDx

6)Jehona Ponari-Evol.

Music in this song was cool, but Jehona sang not very good in my opinion, maybe something was with her voice? I give 5 points from 10.

Link of the performance.

https://youtu.be/1KscoOtGDFE?si=GXUn8upr-xxsk9bf

7)Peter Pan Quartet-Edhe Nijë Herë.Very good song with amazing catching melody. Not bad, i liked it. I give 7 points from 10.

Link of the perfomance

https://youtu.be/ZG2JN_tT_6U?si=b70yve6_pwTIpIXs

8)Festina Mejzini-Melos.

Well, not bad, not bad. It's all i can say. I give 5 points from 5.

The link of the performance:

https://youtu.be/rFFIAVLwCQA?si=v9oi3b2Hg_6ctVeo

9)Kastro Zizo-2073.

Well, not for me, but back-up singer made the ending magical with her opera voice. Kastro didn't impress me. He only whispered and screamed all the song. I give 4 points from 10.

The link of the perfomance:https://youtu.be/TFWQ-8-y9WM?si=aTlVm6yVzPUiKBBk

10)Luan Durmishi-Përsëritja.Wooow, very super and catching song, although performer moved like a robot, but he sang very nice. I give 7 points from 10.

The link of perfomance:

https://youtu.be/v5bEvV4A7Ig?si=3JckxJR8gWQ9qxkl

11)Melodajn Mancaku-Nuk jemi më.

Well, nothing catching i didn't find in this song Performer with her song didn't impress me. I give 4 points from 10.

The link of the performance:

https://youtu.be/GU6w71zH8vc?si=5B6AFbtuV1yCm_EC

12)Olsi Balta-Unë.Yes! Finally rock song appeared in this song festival. Something that colored this musical contest. Guitar break very impressive and Olsi sang very powerful. I give 8 points from 10.

The link of the performance.

https://youtu.be/ZP_0ArMp_2M?si=pdrPH6-hVNxnBxLo

13)Andi Tanko-Herë pas here.

Well, not bad, not bad, good song, which give some kind of super energy. And Andi sang very impressive, but previous song was very the best. I give 6 points from 10.

The link of the performance:

https://youtu.be/9-SpmwMfy48?si=oRhZ4sUrM_XDDa-1

14)Sergio Hardini-Uragan.Not bad, not bad, but song didn't seem to me very catching. Although Sergio sang very good, it didn't save that this song seemed to me a little boring. I give 5 points from 10.

The link of the performance:

https://youtu.be/t-Yd9S-2aIY?si=HcEPCMKUrODxklux

15)Santino De Bartolo-Dua te rre mi ty.

Oh Boy! I was hoping that will something energetic, but no. Again nothing catching, nothing interesting, fully boring. I give 3 points from 10.

The link of the perfomance:

https://youtu.be/msQykowSKuE?si=8TbDd40V7Q36BUgW

16)Olympia Smajlaj-Asaj.

And at the last song there's more sadness, so you can cry from this. This song can fit to some sad, tragical scene of the some movie. I give 4 points from 10.

The link of the perfomance:

https://youtu.be/N_cembwwI5c?si=OLLwSKA_qdgqQBsS

So, that was my first review of songs from first round of "Festivali i Këngës". Sadly that there were a little dancing songs and were more uninteresting ballads. But we'll see what will in second round. Well, see you tomorrow.

#Festivali I Këngës 62. #Stivi Ushe #Besa Kökedhima #Mal Retkoceri #Eldis Armjeti #Shpat Deda #Jehona Ponari #Peter Pan Quartet #Festina Mejzini #Kastro Zizo #Luan Durmishi #Melodajn Mancaku #Olsi Balta #Andi Tanko #Sergio Hardini #Santino De Bartolo #Olimpia Smajlaj

[hobgayblin]

I’ve made a gay little beast for the eldy rings haha don’t worry about it

I stayed up until like 6am the other night frantically writing a shit ton of notes for this guy and how he would be interactable as an NPC so I’m gonna put that under a cut here too sghfghd 

tl;dr: He’s a vampiric shapeshifting beast that wants to be a dragon so bad he’s going to eat all the dragons. And Varre wants to study him because of his weird blood magic. They are gay friends :)

Draethil, Draconic Impersonator (He/It)

Albinistic Vampiric entity, can drink blood of creatures to shapeshift into the source. Obsessed with dragons, desperately wants to be one but cant transform into something that big. Decides to hunt and drink the blood of every dragon it can find to hopefully be able to slowly change into a dragon. Tall, elongated neck, kinda gangly but obviously strong, spikes and small horns, claws, probably tail, etc etc. Current draconic features come from hunting dragons/draconic beasts on his own for a while. Can shapeshift into many different things including a regular human form but given his goal of becoming a dragon he prefers his fucked partially draconic state at the moment.

As an NPC  - large, scary, but very passive, can be encountered randomly in fields, picking flowers or hanging out with animals - if talked too will be surprised you want to talk instead of attacking him - tells you about his interest in dragons, asks if you have encountered any - if you have you can say yes and tell him an area you've seen one in. He will go to that area and can be summoned to help fight that dragon - if you send him to a dragon he will stay there until you kill it OR if you do not kill it before the great rune boss of that region he will try to fight it alone and die. His body will be found by whichever dragon and you can get his armor. - if you summon him and reload/go back to the area you will see him crouched over the dragon/part of it sucking blood from it and muttering to himself about becoming a dragon. You can get his attention by hitting him once and immediately tell him the location of another dragon, which he will again help you fight etc etc - if you dont immediately tell him you will have to find him in one of his random spawns again  - you can also attack him several times in the field/when hes eating if you wanna fight him I guess. He will be difficult either way but he will be MORE difficult if you attack him while eating a dragon corpse. Will use more blood magic incantations and be more aggressive  - if he helps you kill all the dragons and is able to eat them you can find him in [location pending] as a secret boss fight hee hee hoo hoo - he becomes a giant draconic/humanoid abomination and he is such a hard bitch oh man. You dont even know bro. Will no longer drop his armor instead will drop uhhh weapon or helmet that let's you do a draconic transformation like in dark souls

Special Varre interactions/Questline - Sometimes if you talk more to Draethil While he is in the fields he will tell you about a nice masked man he met. This will activate a secondary quest line with Varre - The quests are with Varre but Draethil will tell you more about Varre and himself every subsequent time you find him (while not eating a dragon) - IF YOU HAVE JOINED THE BLOOD CULT. Varre will talk about what an interesting creature Draethil is. Basically he wants to study him like an ant because of his weird blood powers and he wants you to give him an invite. If you find him in the field again you can give him and item and he will accept, stating something along the lines of "a new home? for me?" - You can go back to Varre and see him initiate Draethil Into the blood cult. Reload and Varre will have more dialogue about him, but he will be gone and continue his regular quest line - Gives Varre a quest line where u dont have to kill him to finish it - Whenever you kill a dragon for Draethil's quest line Varre will have more dialogue about him - if you get all the dialogue from Varre he will be summonable for Draethil's big boss fight - If you kill Draethil with Varre summoned you can reload and see him kneeling by the corpse, being sad and saying sad shit. Varre will give you Draethil's armor. This is the only way to get the armor and do the boss fight - If Varre is summoned and can survive the fight, when Draethil is at about 1/5th health Varre can help pacify him and there is an option for surrender - If you spare him during the boss fight and then attack him anyway he will die instantly, giving you his boss item,  but Varre will immediately become hostile and attack you - if you let him live you will get gay dialogue between him and Varre and he will permanently go hang out with him. He will also assume his human form (realized his dream may be a bit fucked, finds new comfort in humanity) and become a teacher for blood incantions. - He will also give you an item called Vampiric Blood Vial or s/t like that and it’s basically a mimic veil but instead of changing into objects in the area you change into fauna like turtles or goats and can run around as those.

#elden ring oc #elden ring #white faced varre #varre #hello eldy ring tag. im sorry but also <3 look #self ship #mlm self ship #oc x canon #🩸 #i might change his armor/colors but i was lazy dsghkfgh #my bloody varrentine #drezel #hobgob arts

[lathalea]

All Is Fair in Love and Trade –  Part 5/9

Relationships: Thorin x Reader

Rating: E

Warnings: lots of smut, swearing, smut, power play and smut

You can read the other parts here:

The Masterlist Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 ...

For @gwen-ever

Notes for this chapter: The author of the last part of this chapter (Ragna's dream) is gwenever! Thank you so much for adding this amazing piece to this fic, you really read my mind sometimes! 💙🤩 🤣Khuzdul phrases (based on th NeoKhuzdul dictionary by the Dwarrow Scholar): Zunshanush - (intimate endearment in Khuzdul) tiny songbird Zunshanushê - my tiny songbird

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All Is Fair in Love and Trade, part 5/10

Next evening

This has been a very long day, and a very busy night before it. Since the moment His Haughtiness left your chambers, you haven’t caught any sleep. No, it didn’t have anything to do with his scent lingering on your bedsheets nor your reluctance to spend the rest of the night alone in that bed. You are a professional who is simply determined to prepare all the documents on time. Your king has given you a direct order and you are not going to ignore it, you are not that stupid. But Ragna, daughter of Eldi, is not a meek lamb, oh no. Yes, you are going to do as he says, but you are planning to do it on your terms. If that high-handed, arrogant, self-important, annoying, stubborn mountain goat of a king wants his bloody papers, he will get them, and more! Much more.

Fueled by anger and lots of other emotions you are too busy to figure out, you conduct the last treaty meeting, finalizing the agreement. The atmosphere in the council chambers is quite tense and you can’t help but notice the nervous glances exchanged by several of the advisors, including Lord Balin and Master Ori, the king’s personal scribe. It does not surprise you in the least. The King Under The Mountain has clearly decided to outdo himself. He is grunting, huffing angrily, drumming his fingers on the table, casting snide remarks at anyone who dares to speak, and generally giving the impression of a rabid warg whose only wish is to bite everyone’s heads off. Oh, and have you mentioned he is ignoring you almost ostentatiously? Fine. But you know what, your majesty? Two can play this game. You are ignoring him too, as much as the etiquette allows, and doing everything you can to wrap up these cursed negotiations once and for all.

At the end of the meeting, his majesty Thorin II Oakenshield announces pointedly that he expects to sign all the documents tomorrow morning, as soon as they are ready. Speaking these words, he casts an icy glare at you, adding that he is to return to Erebor right after the treaty is finally signed. Stupid, irritating king.

You know exactly what he expects from you but he is not going to get it, oh no. You are not going to crawl on your knees to his rooms, begging him to stay. You! Begging him! In his dreams! That arrogant, full-of-himself bastard can forget it! Since the moment the door closed behind him after he left your chambers last night, that thought has not crossed your mind. Not even once have you thought of getting up from your desk and rushing after him. Not at all. You didn’t have to stop yourself from pressing the door handle down and opening your door in order to leave your place. There were no stupid, ridiculous tears dropping on the parchment and smudging the ink as you wrote the conditions of that pointless treaty. And, of course, you didn’t have to start writing from scratch once or twice. Or maybe thrice. Not that you were counting, because, hey!, there was nothing to count! Nothing like this has ever happened! Certainly not. But shredding the tear-stained pages to pieces and throwing them into fire seemed awfully liberating. Deep down, you are hoping that the King of Longbeards and Short Temper kept on pacing through his rooms, waiting all night long for you to come, brooding, fuming, and not being able to sleep, exactly like you.

And now, the next evening is upon you. The King told you to deliver the treaty documents tomorrow morning, but you are going to hand them over to him now this very evening. Just because you can. And then you are going to show him what you think of him.

You are walking along the corridor leading to his chambers, clutching the rolls of parchment in your hands, when the door to his rooms burst open and a visibly frightened servant darts out of them.

“Out! Now!” a roar follows the sprinting dwarf.

You recognize that voice at once; you have heard it every day and every night for the last two weeks.

As for the servant, a blond-haired boy in a green doublet, he passes you by, pale as a sheet, probably not even registering your presence. In a blink of an eye, he disappears around the corner. Poor soul. You wonder what he has done to deserve such treatment, but then you recall why you came here in the first place. Taking a deep breath, you approach the king’s chambers. It is time for your revenge.

The door is still wide open, but you knock on it anyway. Being obnoxiously polite never hurts.

“I said: get out!” there is fury in Thorin Oakenshield’s voice. His broad back is turned towards you and his fist slams into the table in front of him. Oh, someone is in a foul humour. How sad for the young servant who had to face the onslaught of the King’s wrath moments ago. How unlucky for the ruler of Erebor. Such manifestations of anger do not make the slightest impression on you. You have taken part in too many negotiations to not to know how to handle furious dwarves.

“Does that mean that you are no longer interested in signing the treaty, your majesty?” you ask flatly.

His back straightens and he turns to face you, stone-faced, his jaw set. His ice-blue eyes are piercing you ruthlessly, traveling from your face to the parchments in your hands, but you notice a shadow of surprise in his gaze.

“Lady Ragna,” he greets you coldly and strides towards you. “Have I not told you to bring me those documents tomorrow morning?”

This is when you fire your shots. “I took the liberty of delivering them to you sooner, your majesty. I thought you might want to read them tonight...” you smile viciously and deliver the last load without batting an eyelash, “...and be free to leave the Iron Hills faster.”

If his freezing stare had magical qualities, you’d be a chunk of ice right now.

“How thoughtful of you, Lady Ragna,” each of his words sounds as if it was imbued with venom as he slightly lowers his head, looking like a battle ram ready to charge. The only thing missing in this picture is a pair of curved horns on his head. “But this is not what I asked of you.”

“Well, the papers are here now,” you reach out to hand him the parchments, but he doesn’t make a move, standing there like a mountain, silent and unreachable. Feeling the weight of his scrutinizing gaze on you, you pointedly walk towards his desk on your left and leave the documents there. Casting a look around the chamber, you notice an open trunk in the middle of the room. It is already half-filled with clothes and other personal items. He is truly leaving. There is a lump in your throat. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment.

The sound of slamming door makes you jump. You turn towards the source of this noise and see the King facing you, his back towards the now closed door.

“Why tonight, Ragna?” he growls. “Why?”

“So you can read it, sign it, and go back to your life, to Erebor, to serve your people waiting for you there,” you raise your voice. Why? Maybe because you have just imagined him spending nights in the arms of some of his people, his beautiful, alluring, and most probably very devoted subjects. And then you continue with a smirk “While I… I will continue to serve my people again. I will be following your lead in everything, your majesty, exactly as I told you!”

Yes, you will. Lord Ulfgeir, Captain Eivor, Master Fjorvi. All three of them, at once. Just because you can.

King Under the Mountain’s fury apparently doesn’t cloud his judgement because he grits his teeth, catching your hidden meaning while his hands clench into fists.

“Nobody was stopping you from doing as you please in your spare time!” he bellows.

“Sadly, I was occupied every day and every night with fulfilling your demands, your majesty! Now I will be free to do as I please with anyone who pleases me and me alone!” you rush towards the door in an attempt to leave this bloody place and the king behind before you lose control even further.

There is, however, one small problem. Thorin the Warrior is blocking the door, standing rooted to the spot, his legs wide apart, his strong arms folded on his chest.

“So our agreement hasn’t brought you pleasure at all. Is that what you are saying?” he sneers.

“Our agreement was clear: a day of fruitful negotiations for a night in each other’s arms. Now you are leaving so the deal is done,” you speak coldly, hoping against hope that each of your words causes him as much pain as you are feeling now. “This was not the deal, Ragna!” he towers above you, flashing his white teeth in anger, fisting his hands.

“This was the deal, Thorin!” you shout back at him, raising your chin defiantly. “You are leaving and now, there is nothing I want to happen more, to see you leave and go back to Erebor so you can lay with every single dwarf-woman in that damned mountain of yours!”

Your words echo in silence.

The king’s shoulders stiffen visibly when he speaks, cold fury ringing menacingly in his voice, “You will be disappointed to know that your wish will not be fulfilled. This is not what I want!”

“What a shame! You had your last chance last night, but you threw it away! You and your stupid pride! Now go and live the rest of your life thinking how royally dumb you were by not taking the last piece of me when you had the chance!” you retort, walking up to him and jabbing your finger at his broad chest. “By not taking the last kiss, the last moan, the last embrace, the last caress from me and--”

In a blink of an eye, Thorin the Warrior pins you to the wall, his hands wrapped around your wrists. You feel the hardness of his chest brushing mercilessly against your breasts, the scent of pine and peppermint filling your nostrils.

“Silence!” he roars, flames of wrath burning in his eyes. “Is this how you wish to end this?!”

“End what? The negotiations? Isn’t that what you wanted?!” you hiss at him. “Do not take me for a fool, Ragna! You know what I am talking about!” a grow leaves his mouth, his face dangerously close, hovering above yours. Mahal, you can’t falter, not now. You take a deep breath.

“There is nothing else to end! You left my chambers the other night, and that's how the agreement between us ended! You could have stayed, but you’d rather leave, so that's how it ends! With you leaving these hills, your majesty!” you spit out at him.

“You have just brought me the papers so that I would leave sooner and now you are telling me I could have stayed?! If you didn’t want me to leave you could just have come to me last night!” His voice turns into a low gnarr, sending shivers down your spine, making you think of a caged beast. You have never thought that the urge to kiss someone could be so intense. No, you are not going to kiss this heavy-handed brute! You try to free your arms, but he doesn’t budge, unmovable like a rock. Anger flames inside you with the heat of a thousand forges.

“Come to do what?! To give you your usual piece of pleasure and see that smirk on your lips while you are enjoying yourself? To fall on my knees for the King Under the Mountain as I take off his trousers and he slips his under my skirts? To be pinned to the wall by none other than his majesty King Thorin II, so that he can mark me at night like a wild animal would and barely tolerate my existence by day? If you think I would run to you like an obedient servant and fulfil your every whim whenever it suits you, you wasted two weeks of your life, your majesty!”

A shadow passes over his eyes. Unexpectedly, he lets you go, takes a step back, and runs his hand over his face.

“You are driving me mad, woman, with your senseless accusations!” He barks at you, his frown deepening. “Is that how you see me? Are you so insecure that you cannot even try to fathom one simple thing? That it is you I have chosen to spend my time with? Not any other lady but you?”

Oh, great. Now he is trying to turn the table around and make it all about your and your imaginary flaws, and remind you how great of an honor it is to spend the nights with the great Thorin Oakenshield. Not a chance! You both know that he is the problem here, not you.

“Don’t you dare to assume things about me!” you rest your hands on your hips firmly. “You know nothing of me! You didn't even care! All you cared about was to bed me! Now you don't even have the balls to ask me for it one last time because you are a proud, stubborn son of a goat and a donkey!”

“I do not have to know everything about you to see the truth!” he thunders back at you. “Do you not think I have not noticed how your eyes follow me every time I enter the council chamber? How you react whenever I touch you at night? Everyone in the Iron Hills has heard your moans of pleasure by now!”

“Well, now you will not have to be inconvenienced by them any longer! Here is your bloody treaty,” you take a few steps towards the desk and point at the stack of papers there. “You are free to copulate with every dwarf and dwarf-woman you haven’t had the chance to yet, everyone will be happy to please you! And while you’re at it, you are free to imagine they are me, because that is the only way you are going to see me from now on! In your imagination!”

In a heartbeat, he approaches you, intimidating you with his imperious glare. You take a small step back and your bottom bumps against the edge of his desk.

“I see that you are already planning to be busy in some old chambers or armory, being pinned against a wall by someone else who would try to match your appetites and fail miserably, leaving you wishing to have me between your legs instead, are you not?!” he raises his voice again. “Because if so, Lady Ragna, you can go and--”

“Fuck yourself!” you finally bawl at him, cursing that heartless dwarf and everything about him, the raw, dizzying male aura he projects, the words he spits out at you, the pain he makes you feel. That obstinate mountain goat!

“With pleasure!” Thorin the King bursts out at you, his voice echoing against the walls of the chamber together with yours.

Time stops, or at least that is what it feels like to you. A sudden silence descends on you both, interrupted only by the sounds of your frantic breathing. All you can do is stare into his stormy eyes, Thorin’s words ringing in your ears. He reciprocates the stare, not making even the slightest movement.

You and him. Him and you. Two elements against each other. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three heartbeats.

And then the powerful wave of your combined emotions washes over you both. You grab him by his clothes. He pulls you flush against his body. You start rapidly unfastening his tunic. He grasps you firmly like a feral beast holding its prey. The skin of his hand is coarse against your cheek as he lifts your face towards his and assaults your mouth with a rough, savage kiss. Your lips attack him back. His lips are crushing yours, drawing you into the whirlwind of his passion, like an army pillaging and plundering everything it encounters on its way. He catches your upper lip between his lips, you can feel his teeth grazing your skin, and then he moves your chin up to angle your head better, diving into a deeper kiss with a ferocious growl. Oh… His ministrations send a shiver of lust down your spine, and a familiar pool of heat starts forming between your legs. But you are done, so done with him! And that is why you are bloody going to show him what he is going to miss for the rest of his kingly life! After you are done with Thorin bloody Oakenshield, he will never forget how amazing you are in bed, since bedding you was all he bloody wanted in the first place!

You fist your hands on his tunic. Your tongue dives deep into his mouth in one bold move. That bull-headed, captivating, irritating, stunningly handsome bastard of a warrior is going to feel the full force of your wrath. He counterattacks swiftly, his tongue swirling around yours, as if it was a sparring match, bringing the battle to you. Confound him!

Your hands are furiously grabbing the fabric covering his broad chest, holding him close, while your ferocious lips and your tongue decide to fight back his onslaught. You match his attack with equal force. A thrust, a feint, another attack, and a parry. Just a few moments longer. You chuckle, catching his tongue between your teeth for a moment, but at the same time, he pushes your legs apart with his knee and grinds himself slowly against you. Mahal, Mahal, Mahal! A yelp of surprise escapes you and your legs almost give way beneath you but he holds you firmly in place. His hand is splayed at the small of your back, your bottom pushed against the hard edge of the desk. Thorin the Warrior, Thorin the Lover pierces you with his ice-blue gaze, his face so close to yours.

“I feel your heat through all the layers of your skirts. You want me, Ragna, do you not?” he purrs in that seductive, deep, deep voice of his. What a presumptive dwarf!

“You have no idea what I want!” you spit back at him, pulling him towards you by his tunic. One of his temple braids brushes against your cheek while you are pressing your lips against his. “No idea whatsoever!”

While your kiss deepens, your fingers are fumbling with the stupid straps of his tunic that hinder you from enjoying the chiseled hardness of his chest, skin against skin. He lets out a growl, or maybe it is a chuckle, and thrusts his tongue into your mouth, again and again.

“Then let me show you what I want,” he murmurs hoarsely.

His hands land on your hips and pull you up quickly, unceremoniously. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck to keep balance. Now you are sitting on the desk, your legs apart, his scorching hands under your skirts, pressing into your bare thighs, as he pushes himself against you. You recognize the unmistakable hardness of his sword against your lower belly. This warrior is ready to battle. Which is good, because you are planning to sheathe him whole so that he never wants to leave.

“You can deny it all you want, but your little forge is dripping wet and ready for me, dying to be properly pounded at,” as these words leave his mouth, one of his hands traveling down between you and cupping your mound of pleasure through the fabric of your undergarments. “And that is what I am going to do to you, Ragna.”

Thorin the Warrior’s eyes never leave your face as his nimble fingers move the thin fabric aside, slick with your juices. First one, then the second finger swiftly delves inside your heat, retreating and returning, returning and retreating, leaving you dizzy, flushed, and breathless.

“You bastard,” you mumble, hungrily pressing your pelvis against him. You can only think of how intense, how good it feels, and how much you want all of him inside you. All the other thoughts are gone from your brain. You want that dwarf, his hands worshipping your body, his alluring voice whispering the filthiest praises into your ear, his feverish mouth covering every single patch of your skin, his inventive mind, his fiery temper, and his heavy-lidded eyes looking at you the way he looks at you now, darkened with desire. You want every single piece of his body and soul before it’s too late.

“Just as I told you, dripping wet…” he rumbles and retracts his fingers only to attack you once again, a sultry smirk on his face. That annoying goat of a king. That overconfident mouth of his kissing you, sucking on your lower lip. Those insistent fingers of his diving inside you, hard, fast, at just the right angle. And this is when his thumb finds its way to your ruby nub along your folds, already swollen with desire. Oh, how you looo--- Oh.

You arch your back, giving out a small moan, and then bite on your lower lip, trying to keep silent. No, there will not be any more performances by the Night Singer, not if you can help it. You have plans for another performance and you want it to happen now. Your hands wander down to his trousers and start freeing his impressive weapon from its prison. As your hand runs against the lengthy and deliciously hard bulge of his sword, he groans, but you give out a sudden gasp at the same time. Thorin’s hand, the hand of your king, has abandoned your core, leaving you empty and panting, the ripples of pleasure subsiding. He catches both of your narrow wrists in his hand, his fingers encompassing them with ease, pulling them away from his body.

“Is this what you want, Ragna?” he rumbles, his lips brushing against yours. And then he presses himself against your core. Gasping, you look down below your rolled-up skirts at his hand guiding his manhood between your folds, coating it with your juices, slowly, mercilessly playing with your patience.

“At least I know what I want!” you huff. And stifle a moan. You want him so badly it almost hurts. You want to show him what he is going to miss for the rest of his life. Now. You want him now. Inside you. You lean slightly back as an invitation, exposing yourself to him but his whole attention seems to be focused on his slow, circular movements. His glistening tip, red as the noble tourmaline and almost equally hard, slides away from the entrance to your secret temple only to return in a few heartbeats, his silky skin brushing deliciously against yours, making you burn with raw desire. Does he know how much this bloody teasing annoys you?!

“So you finally admit it. You want it as much as I do,” he leans over you, freeing your wrists from his grip.

You rest on your elbows and as soon as you feel the cool hardness of wood beneath you, you arch your back in defiance. Biting your lip, you decide not to give him the satisfaction of an answer, even though you are aware that your body has already betrayed the truth. Your chest is rapidly rising and falling, your cheeks are flushed, you feel the familiar, sweet wetness between your legs, and… admit it, Ragna. You have achieved your goal, or rather you are about to in a few moments. In Thorin’s eyes, you are like a cup of the best Dorwinion wine and you know very well that before the night ends, he is going to drink his fill. What’s more, you are not going to stop him, oh no. After all, you are planning to do exactly the same thing with him. This is your last night together, the last night you are having him only for yourself. And you are going to enjoy yourself and make him beg for more.

“Enough of the talking,” you finally grunt, and, at the right moment, when his tip is right over your entrance, you push your hips towards him, taking him in. You groan slightly as his head slips inside you exactly how you want it.

“You vixen,” he enters you with a growl, stretching you deliciously. Oh, Mahal, what an amazing feeling… Yes, that’s it. You wrap your legs around his waist, not planning to let him go anytime soon. He buckles against you like a wild pony and then slides even deeper inside you, all the way. Oh. Is it you or has he gotten even bigger overnight? Thorin is everywhere, his hot breath fanning your lips, his weapon of passion fully sheathed within you, his nose pressed into your cheek, his body leaning over yours, his hair brushing against your neck. Your lungs are filled with the scent of the forest pines, the heat of his body burns your skin, coaxing your passion for him into full bloom. One of his arms is pressed into your side as his hand rests against the desk for support, while the other is clasped at your hip.

“That’s much better,” you whisper into his mouth, licking teasingly at his lip.

“No,” a grunt rumbles in his chest, “This is.”

He thrusts into you with the force of a battering ram. Once. Twice.

“Thorin!” you grasp at the back of his powerful neck, feeling his tense muscles under your touch.

He growls and thrusts again. Harder. And once more, slower. And again. Finding a steady rhythm. Unwavering. Deliciously intense.

“This is what I want, Ragna,” he delves deep inside you, filling your secret temple of womanhood to the brim.

You bite on your lip, making an effort not to moan. Your eyes meet, and for a moment you are under the spell of his twin sapphire pools filled with insatiable desire. Breathe, Ragna.

“Every single night,” he thrusts again, pulling your hips towards him, his eyes burning into you, “This is what I want every single night, do you understand, Ragna?” “You have it now,” you reply raspily. Yes, you have this single night together, and then he leaves, and he is going to spend his other nights with... No thinking, Ragna. You don’t care about what his other nights will look like. There is a more important matter to attend to between your legs.

“You should have come to me last night,” Thorin the Warrior growls and pushes into you, demanding an answer.

“You should not have left my chambers,” you reply, thrusting your hips at him. He growls louder and his hand covers your breast still imprisoned by your bodice. Through the layers of fabric, you can feel how eager his touch is, your body demanding to feel his fingers against the delicate skin of your breasts.

“You defied me yesterday,” another thrust, sending you closer towards the edge of the bliss. “Just like you defied me tonight,” he sinks inside you once more, “bringing the documents too soon,” he grunts into your ear, his teeth nibbling at your earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure straight to your core.

“You should have not left me wanting yesterday,” you oppose him, squeezing your inner muscles around his manhood, and as an impulse, add one word at the end in a seductive whisper, “Thorin.”

A long grunt escapes him and his lips cover yours, kissing you senseless. The flames of his desire encompass you, making every fibre in your body scream in delight. You want him to burn in that fire of passion your bodies created, and you want to burn together with him.

“You will not defy me any more,” his grip on your hip intensifies as he covers your neck in sensual lovebites, driving you crazy with pleasure, but only a small whimper escapes you. Your neck arches backwards and a triumphant smile plays on your lips. Tonight, you are definitely not in an obedient mood.

“I want you to sing for me, Ragna,” Thorin the King commands you, his beard brushing against your burning skin.

When your eyes meet, you see that his gaze is clouded with the haze of passion, probably just like yours. Your hand sinks into his hair, grabbing a handful, and you utter, “Not tonight.”

You don’t want to be remembered by him as the Night Singer. To him, on your last night together, you simply want to be Ragna. The one who shared the unbelievably high diamond peaks of pleasure with him. The stubborn, the defiant Ragna. The unforgettable one.

You wrap your legs around him tighter, spurring him with your heels, welcoming his next thrusts. Thorin the Warrior is picking up the pace, the rough skin of his palm brushing against your thigh, lifting you slightly.

“Your king commands you to sing,” he murmurs huskily, ramming into you at a new angle.

“No,” you state firmly, although it sounds more like a half moan, your head spinning in ecstasy. You are not going to change your mind.

His deep growl reaches your ears, “You will sing, Ragna!”

A slap lands on your bottom as he says these words, leaving your skin tingling with heat. The sensation is new, unexpected, and completely enthralling. Some women would be outraged by it or submit to the king’s wishes at once, but not you. This rough caress only spurs you further, intensifying all the other sensations as your hips move hungrily to meet his. But… as soon as it happens, you give out an unguarded moan. Just one. One too much. Damn it.

“This is what I want to hear, Zunshanush,” his eyes flicker victoriously and he covers your lips with his. As your kiss deepens, your thighs clench around him once more and you run your nails along his back. Now it’s his turn to give out a growl of pleasure. He called you Zunshanush, a tiny songbird. Such an endearment from the mouth of this lecherous, unfeeling, gruff dwarf...

Another of his deep, powerful thrusts finds its way straight to your core, but you bite his shoulder to stifle another moan of pleasure. You are clawing his back, your hips matching his rhythm, meeting his every move, your legs tightly wrapped around his taut waist, but not another sound leaves your mouth.

With a growl, Thorin the Warrior pins your back to the desk.

“Now I have you where I want you,” he plants a rough kiss on your lips.

“What a coincidence,” you purr back at him, “This is exactly where I want you.”

Half-groan half-laughter escapes him while he launches his greatest attack in this battle, his sword shoving into you with a pace that is driving you closer and closer to completion, deeply, passionately, with abandon, causing your back to arch from the newfound pleasure. You push back towards him with a renewed force, your bodies clashing against each other, the legs of the desk screeching against the stone floor.

“So impatient…” he growls triumphantly, his body hot like a furnace covering yours, his palm greedily squeezing your breast, his teeth biting at your neck, his beard prickling you, the cold metal of his braid beads burning your hot skin and you can’t wait much longer.

You look deeply into his eyes and say two little words. Nothing more. Only you know that they contain all of your feelings, unrequited hopes, and impossible dreams. He will never know what your heart hides, but your voice will carry it all to his ears, all that cannot be.

These two little words are enough to send him over the edge as soon as they leave your mouth.

“My king!”

That is when he lunges into you again, like a charging bull, grinding against your secret mound, crashing into you like a stormy sea into rocky cliffs, sending waves of pleasure straight into your core.

You moan as the ecstasy washes over you both at the same time, his satisfied growl intertwining with your sigh and yes, you might be a bit loud. Who cares. The only important thing is that your mind is drifting away together with his, above the stars, and this is the only place you want to be right now. With him.

As the storm of ecstasy slowly subsides, your eyelids flutter open.

“Thorin?” you softly whisper his name, as if it was his true name and not the one he chose for himself. Your chest is still heaving in the aftermath of the battle of passions that has just taken place between you, the echoes of pleasure withering away, your limbs heavy with sweet tiredness.

His forehead is resting against your left collarbone, his lips placing a soft, lingering kiss on the curve of your breast as he hums questioningly in response.

“Would you please take me to bed?” you ask quietly, unsure of this new, fragile truce between you, hoping that Thorin the Lover will hear your plea and carry you away in his strong arms.

And so he does, without a word of protest, enveloping you with his reassuring warmth, holding you close against the wide expanse of his chest. Perhaps closer than usual. Or perhaps it is just your silly imagination.

* * *

You wake up, a ray of sunlight hits your face, annoying you enough to force your eyes to open. Another day begins. Another day full of meetings, ink stains on your fingers, more ink and petitions to resolve, some trouble with the miners’ safety that could be solved with a little more effort on the part of the mine overseers. You wearily extend your arm across the bed, finding it empty but still slightly warm. A smile escapes your lips and you suppress it with difficulty against the soft pile of pillows under your head.

You blink a few times before sitting up with your eyes still half-closed. You wearily move the curtains of the bed inlaid with gold and blue and place your feet on the soft black fur. For a moment, you stare at the wall of green marble in front of you. With a stifled sigh, you make your way to the bathroom letting your crimson nightgown fall to the floor. After the bath, you begin to do your hair yourself, which is now quite a rare occurrence, as is eating breakfast in a hurry, risking even choking on bread and jam. Ragna, you now have more time, you feel that everything around you moves much slower through time, the time that flows with so much sweetness that sometimes you feel as if you are flying through the corridors of the mountain, never touching the ground.

You've become lazy now, Ragna.

Someone knocks on the door and you open it. It’s your young maid who helps you put on that almost deadly tool that you are used to calling a gown, one of many, one of too many. She helps you to tighten the necklaces around your neck and laughs as she fixes the braids that you had badly styled without ever touching the one on the side of your temple. You hold it between your fingers, pressing a quick kiss on the ornamented surface of the small bead clasping it.

Some time before you might have even thrown up at such a thing... or at least that's what you'd have wanted to think yourself.

You've become romantic now, Ragna.

The maid places the heavy gold and black adornment on your head, gathering up your long locks and making you look decent when you stare at your own reflection into the mirror. Youthank her and dismiss her before heading past the small bedroom parlor and into the small room adjacent to it, still dark, and barely illuminated. You advance slowly, silently, you know what might happen if you would place your foot on the wrong marble slab... aYou want to enjoy the silence for a bit longer. You approach, guided by the half-light, and carefully move the richly ornamented transparent curtain. You can't help smiling as you look at the chubby cheek resting on the small pillow decorated with squirrels and wolves. You notice how the little hand is trying to grab one of them, its tiny owner still sleeping. You brush away a small dark lock from the ruddy cheek, before leaning down and leaving a quick kiss on his temple, something that his father loves equally much.

You've become nostalgic now, Ragna.

You cautiously close the curtain letting the little pebble have some more peace and rest. He definitely needs it after the previous two nights when he was more interested in laughing at nothing and making little noises holding his feet up and then putting his little fists in his mouth... in your bed.

You walk out of the rooms, twirling around as if nothing could break the spell of this moment. As if there was nothing but that day, like every day. You increase your pace, waving at the guards you meet at the crossings of the staircases. You know the names of every single one of them: at least in this matter your memory serves you very well. You stop and ask some of them how their day is going: many of them have recently taken wives or husbands, others have risen in rank, often thanks to your interventions. Once or twice, you had to grab the broken nose of the captain of the guards or slam your fists on tables harder than his iron gloves, but you got your way in the end.

You continue to walk down the stairs, quickly dodging two young dwarves who are already covered in mud, despite the early morning. The blond one tells you it was his brother's fault, the brown-haired one doesn't answer, staring dreamily at a dwarf maid on the other side of the stairs. When their mother sees them, she will bury them alive. Poor things.

Hurrying down, you meet other friendly faces on your little journey, and one meeting keeps you busy; a long chat with two elder dwarves, about how it's not a good idea for Durin's Day next week to serve only the wine from Mirkwood... it was too fruity. And instead, the other dwarf states how it was a great idea given its healing properties.

You tell them you'll talk about it later at the afternoon council meeting. You knew it was going to be a tough day, but you didn’t expect it to be so busy at this hour!

You have become complacent now, Ragna.

In less than a handful of minutes you find yourself in a room with a golden floor. You look ahead, standing on your tiptoes, trying to look through the crowd, but your search is unsuccessful. You keep walking. You need to search further. By now it has become your routine, a morning habit that made you feel alive.

You have become addicted now, Ragna.

You walk smiling, making bows left and right, until you arrive in the most opulent halls of the mountain. You look into the most important of them, suspended in the air… and empty.

Sighing, you keep walking and go to the next chamber, its golden door is open. You hear voices, you see figures: Lord Dain sitting on one of the chairs, lords of several clans and men of Esgaroth sitting on others, but the largest one is empty. You sigh, remaining unseen in the doorway, looking at your feet.

A pair of hands wrap around your waist pressing you against a hard body, its warmth enveloping you. A smell of pine and leather enters your nose causing your eyes to close. A chin rests on your shoulder.

"Have you come here to save me?" you hear a hoarse voice behind you, rumbling against your ribcage.

"Is there a time when I haven't?" you ask, wrapping your hands around the immense ones now resting on your belly.

In response, you receive a snort and one of the hands moves, lifting the heavy locks of your hair from your shoulder and neck.

"You've done it more times than you think," he whispers in a rough voice.

A pair of lips settles on your neck eliciting a small whimper from you mixed with a chuckle. "Have you been drinking early in the morning, my king?"

"I have yet to taste my favorite wine," he answers and gently lifts your face, turning it towards his.

A pair of eyes as blue as the clearest of waterfalls, eyebrows as black as the night you had spent by the gates of Moria, by the lake of Kheled-zâram, a well-trimmed beard with a thick braid, the three beads among his dark and silver hair rubbing against your bare shoulder, and soft, warm lips that rest on yours giving you a new breath of life.

Not even Mahal could have done so much, not even the Creator himself.

"Zunshanushê ," he murmurs against your lips with a grin.

Stupid, arrogant, stubborn and full of himself Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain. Your Thorin.

You have become happy now, Ragna.

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10/3: Youth

((From @oc-growth-and-development ‘s OC-tober 2020 collection again~ This is a fun prompt list!))

Maybe being around all these younger folks had changed him, Lumen thought, watching Sonny dance to Arrow’s fiddle again. He couldn’t remember if he had ever been able to laugh and twirl like that. Must be nice, being able to shrug off all those cares. 

At just a century and ten, he wasn’t old, not for a novakid. But he still felt ancient from living around humans so long. Here one season, gone the next. Even back on Mars, he’d watched little kids grow into grandparents. Hard forgetting that. 

“It’s a lively tune.” 

Lumen hummed and glanced up. Eldie smiled sweetly down at him (here was another thing he wasn’t used to, being the short one). She turned her head to watch Sonny again. 

“It must be nice, being able to do that.” 

He hummed again, curious feeling bubbling up just behind his brand. “I was just thinkin’ somethin’ like that. She sure looks happy.” 

Eldie watched them quietly for a few moments. Lumen felt like she was studying. “Do you think… I could do that?” 

“Eh?” He hadn’t wanted to realize that maybe she couldn’t. “Sure. Yer young too, ain’t ya? Though I guess age don’t mean much when ya got heavy cares…” He knew enough of her life by now, of the pretty little comb she kept safe in her room and who gave it to her, to know she was an old soul too. Aged by sorrow. 

Eldie looked down at him with such a curious expression that Lumen realized immediately that he’d guessed wrong. “Cares? Oh- no, I mean… I want to dance.” She blushed as red as her soft hair. “I can dance, for an apex, but our dancing… well, it’s not very light. Not like hers. She looks so pretty, twirling around like that.” She made a quiet noise, like a huff but more embarrassed, and looked away. 

That odd bubbling tickled away at him. She was a mayfly too. He’d be here long after she was gone. But still, maybe this old oak could wish for summer now and then. Lumen touched her arm, held out his hand. “I ain’t much good myself, but I can dance a reel or two. C’mon, I’ll teach ya.”

She looked back, startled, and smiled (the bubbling whirred like sparks) and took his hand. “If you don’t mind.” 

Lumen chuckled and pulled her lightly out toward the floor. “Ain’t no trouble at all.” His feet still knew the steps, after all this time. 

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FE4 Suzuki Novelization Translation - Chapter 7 Part 3

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T/N: Chapter 7′s title completely spoils one of the big events of the chapter, so I won’t be putting it in my tumblr posts like I usually do. You can check out the Google Doc, where I could hide it. Highlight the Table of Contents page to see it. In the event that this is your first experience with FE4′s plot, read the title after Chapter 7 Part 3. Those who have played FE4, it is of course nothing you don’t already know.

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Chapter 7

Part 3

Brigid was the daughter of the previous head captain of the Orgahill Pirates.

When the head captain passed away, she’d inherited the crew, but that did not mean that her power was absolute. Even before she took over, whenever her father gave an order, each individual ship captain was free to decide whether or not their ship obeyed.

When the other two ship captains, Dobarl and Pizarl, learned that Augustria was going to war again, they went to Orgahill Castle and suggested to Brigid that they pillage the coastal towns.

“Captain, the Madinoian soldiers are all out fighting! They wouldn’t stop us! Now’s our chance! Let’s ransack the villages and take all their treasure for ourselves!”

“Dobarl, have you forgotten what I’ve always told you!? It is our duty as pirates to maintain the safety of the seas. Whenever a group of bandits pillages, they soon find that they’ve made an enemy of the countries whose land they assaulted. So we should watch silently upon what happens on land, shouldn’t we? What you are proposing is nothing more than robbery. What do you think would happen if we did that? Surely you know that it would be inviting someone to attack us. I will not allow it.”

“That’s exactly the point, Captain! Dobarl was thinking that pillaging the villages would only be the beginning, then in the end, we’d take Madino for ourselves…”

“Yeah! We’d slowly take over all of Augustria, and that would make you the queen of Augustria one day!”

“Silence, Dobarl! Leave the land to the bandits! How many times do I have to repeat myself!?” She shouted at them.

The two sulked out of Orgahill Castle.

While walking back to the coast, Dobarl asked, “So what should we do now?”

“Do it ourselves, of course! ...Wait just a minute, I’ve got an idea!” Pizarl exclaimed.

“What is it? Tell me!?”

“Let’s go mess with her ship’s crew, and take ‘em with us! It’ll be like pluckin’ her wings off her! Then we’ll laugh at her for it when we get home!”

“I love it! ...But I wonder if they’ll wanna go with us…”

“Just leave it to me.”

The two paddled a rowboat up to Brigid’s ship, The Nora, and climbed aboard.

Pizarl stood atop the ship’s stern, and shouted, “Ahoy, maties! Gather ‘round!” Everyone did so, then he explained his plan. “Right now, we can do whatever we want, and the captain doesn’t want to take advantage of that! But I betcha’ll think differently. Well, dont’cha? ...Anyway, we thought we’d tell you a little somethin’ interestin’. Brigid ain’t really the head captain’s daughter! He found her on a washed up boat when she was little, and took her in! But she doesn’t know that, and thinks she can order us around! ‘Don’t harass those women!’ ‘You can’t go around pillaging!’ You’ve heard it all before! ...What does she think we are, a bunch of priests!?”

Several members of the crew snickered.

“We’re pirates! If we pass this chance up, we’ll be the laughing stock of the pirate spirit! Ya’ll wouldn’t let that happen, would ya? Just think of all the treasure and women you’d miss out on! You agree with me, don’t ya?”

Everyone was silent, except for one man. “I don’t!”

The moment he heard those words, Dobarl pointed at the man who said them.

“Did you just say you don’t like my plan!?” Pizarl asked.

“U-Um, yes…”

“Then come on up here and tell us your opinion! We listen to everyone’s opinions. That’s one of our best traits as pirates.”

The man stood atop the stern, in front of Dobarl and Pizarl.

“We might be able to do whatever we want right now… but when I remember all the things Captain Brigid has said… I think I might agree with her…”

When the man was done, Dobarl raised his axe and swung it so fast it looked like a flash of light.

The man’s head fell on the deck and his neck spurted blood everywhere.

“And that’s my opinion. Anyone else got their own!?” Dobarl glared at all of them.

The crew was frozen in place, and uttered not a word.

“The first mate of this ship is Sheldon, ain’t he? Hey Sheldon, yer the new captain. Get on up here, cap’n!”

Sheldon rushed up to the stern in a panic.

“Now pick out a new first mate.”

Sheldon nodded and appointed his choice.

“Excellent! Everything’s settled! We set sail in thirty minutes. All the treasure and women in the world will fall before your very eyes! Are ya ready!?”

Everyone let out a loud cheer.

Thirty minutes later, they rose the anchor, and set sail.

Once they were moving, they heard a loud splash come from the direction of the stern.

“What happened? Did someone fall overboard?” Sheldon called out.

“No, Bailey jumped ship.”

Sheldon walked over to the stern and looked down at the water.

By the time Bailey’s head surfaced, he was already very far from the ship.

“What should we do?” Someone asked.

“Just leave ‘im there. Losing one man won’t hurt us.” Sheldon answered.

-

The moment she heard that all the ships had set sail, Brigid rushed out of the castle.

‘Even The Nora…? Why…?’ She wondered as she watched the three boats sail further and further away.

“Someone’s coming this way!” One of her remaining men, returning from shore, reported.

Both she and Bailey reached the beach at the same time.

He stepped out of the rowboat and told her about what happened aboard The Nora.

She was shocked to hear the news that not only did most everyone cheer for Pizarl and Dobarl, but also that she was not really the previous head captain’s daughter.

When they returned to the castle, Brigid began to think about what she should do next.

Dobarl and Pizarl had made it clear that they were now her enemies.

‘I have no choice but to think of everyone aboard The Nora as enemies as well. When they get back…’ 

There was no way they’d ever treat her the same way ever again. 

‘Should I fight them? Should I run?’

There were too few crew members left at the fort for her to fight back. And she couldn’t trust even a single member of her crew anymore. She wouldn’t mind dying in battle, but she loathed the idea of becoming their prisoner.

And she had no urge to kill herself.

‘My only choice is to run away.’

That night, she and Bailey left the castle.

-

Chagall took command of the unit attacking from the north, but the moment he heard all their allies had been taken out, he hid in the forest.

He threw off his armor to avoid being easy to spot, and headed towards Silvali Castle.

He knew that if he returned to Madino, he’d have no chance of winning. If he wanted to tip the scales, he had no choice but to rely on Eldigan’s Mystletainn and the Cross Knights.

Since everyone in Sigurd’s army was busy fighting, he was able to make it safely to Silvali Castle.

When Eldigan came to greet him, Chagall immediately started yelling at him.

“What are you doing, Eldigan!? My army is being destroyed, and you’re up her lounging around!”

“I’m only following your orders, aren’t I, Your Majesty? The Grannvalian Army will withdraw soon, so please be patient…”

“Who really believes that!? Are you plotting with the enemy to bring about the destruction of your own country!?”

“Your Majesty… do you really believe that?”

“What, you don’t like what I said!? Have you forgotten your oath to my father, abandoned your duties as a knight, and turned to a life of idleness?”

“It doesn’t matter what I say to you anymore.” Eldigan’s expression hardened. “I understand, Your Majesty. We will follow your orders and deploy. I am a proud Crusader of Augustria. If my country is to die, then I want to fight and die with it. I only ask that you please find a path to peace when you receive news that I died. Consider that my final wish… No, my final act of loyalty.”

Eldigan gathered the Cross Knights and ordered them to line up for battle. “We are going to fight now! This is our final chance to showcase our loyalty to our country. Show them the glory of the Cross Knights!”

-

Erinys had been surveilling the castle, and when she saw the Cross Knights deploy, she immediately returned to Augusty Castle and sent a smoke signal.

The sight of it shocked Sigurd.

‘Why are you fighting, Eldigan? I don’t want to do this…’

However, they were at the point of no return.

Sigurd left a small defense unit to guard the newly seized Madino Castle, and ordered the rest of his army to return to Augusty.

He took the lead, and as Farron galloped along, Sigurd’s thoughts continued to run wild.

‘Is there really no way to avoid fighting?’

-

Lachesis was part of the Augusty defense unit, but when she heard that the Cross Knights had deployed, she left the castle.

‘I have to do something to stop Eldie…!’

By the time she arrived, the Cross Knights were already fighting Sigurd’s army. 

However, Eldigan wasn’t fighting, and instead searching for Sigurd. “I am Eldigan! Do not get in my way! Where is Sigurd!?” He yelled. 

No one dared challenge him.

Eldigan continued traveling alone, until he finally saw Sigurd.

“Eldigan, please! Put away your sword!” Sigurd called out to him.

“I don’t want to fight you! I’d give my life to keep my promise to return Augusty to you! Please, just wait a little longer! Trust me!”

“Sigurd, I’m sorry. But don’t speak another word. My only option left is to fight bravely as a knight of Augustria. So come at me, Sigurd! My Demon Sword Mystletainn will destroy you!”

When Eldigan began to charge, someone flew in-between them.

It was Lachesis.

“Brother! It’s me! Lachesis!” She screamed as loudly as she could.

Eldigan froze.

“Please stop fighting these pointless battles! Are you really going to break your promise to Sigurd!? Is betraying your friends really the way of a knight!?”

“...”

“Brother, trust in Sigurd, and please wait just a little longer!”

“Lachesis… Don’t cry. There’s no other options anymore.” He said, feeling that he’d lost the pride he’d thought he would die on.

“Yes, there are! If you withdraw your soldiers, then Prince Sigurd won’t keep fighting with you! Please, I beg of you!”

‘If I die, I’ll have no choice but to entrust Sigurd to take care of Lachesis. But if Sigurd is the one to kill me, then she won’t feel like she can stay with his army, and there’ll be no one to protect her.’

“King Chagall’s army has already been defeated. The only soldiers left are your Cross Knights. He can’t just ignore you anymore!”

‘I lived for Augustria and Lachesis. If I die a shameful death, then what will that do to her?’

“Please, Brother.”

“You’re right.” Eldigan sheathed Mystletainn. “I’ll try to change the king’s mind one last time. If I’m going to risk my life, then I’d rather be fighting for my own beliefs, than fighting a battle I am unwilling to fight. That is the way of a knight.” Eldigan removed his sword from his belt and gave it to Lachesis.

“Please take this, Lachesis.”

“But this is Mystletainn! ...Brother, you can’t…!”

“You can keep it as a memento of me, in case anything happens to me. And if someone appears with my Holy Mark, then give it to them. Stay alive, Lachesis.” Eldigan said, then turned his horse around, and galloped off.

“Ah! Wait, Eldie!”

He didn’t look back. ‘Be happy, Lachesis.’ He said to himself over and over again. He urged his horse to move as quickly as possible, as if they were being pursued by something.

He only stopped beside the Cross Knights to say, “Sigurd and I have agreed to a cease-fire! Everyone, lay down your weapons!”

-

When Eldigan reached Silvali Castle, he thanked his confused horse. “You’ve done well. This is our final goodbye. I pray your next owner treats you well.”

His horse seemed to have understood what Eldigan said, as when Eldigan started to walk away, he let out a loud neigh.

When Chagall heard from a guard that Eldigan had returned, he walked out to the courtyard.

“Your Majesty, it would be pointless to continue fighting. Please vow to establish peace. Augusty will be returned to you one day.”

“Eldigan, is that what you call a victory!? I knew it! You really were conspiring with the enemy! Someone, seize this traitor! Cut off his head, and make a laughingstock of him!”

No one moved.

“I said, seize him!”

Again, no one moved.

Chagall lost his temper, grabbed a sword from one of his soldiers, and stood in front of Eldigan.

“Then I will be the one to punish you. Kneel down!”

Eldigan did as he was told.

“Hmph. So you’ve accepted your fate. You fool!”

‘Lachesis…’

Chagall swung the sword, and cut off Eldigan’s head.

Those who witnessed this event, knew that it meant the end of The Dominion of Augustria.

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@knightlydumbass | I felt like doing the phone info thingy

Eldie in Lach’s phone:

NAME: Eldie

RINGTONE: The Rose of Versailles opening ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

PICTURE: A nice, Instagram-worthy picture of Eldie looking at the camera except with no filters bc he doesn’t need them obvs :/

LAST TEXT SENT: Eldie, please. I know you owe a lot to your boss, but can you really just ignore all the scandals he’s been in lately? Not to mention his mistreatment of you?

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: The tabloids can say what they will. I intend to stand by him, and I won’t believe any rumours until they’ve been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Eldie in Beo’s phone:

NAME: Eldie-babe

RINGTONE: This :3

PICTURE: A dim, zoomed-in picture of Eldie passed out drunk

LAST TEXT SENT: lol so what r u doing tonight ;)

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: We should go out for drinks again! This time I won’t pass out! I swear!!!

#knightlydumbass #time ignites a spark (modern) #king and lionheart (eldigan) #muse: lachesis #muse: beowolf #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[hollowsart]

i love how eldy is downright terrifying /affectionate and everyone is still loving on him its so sweet like yes bestie show your true self we love it

RIGHT??

reminds me of [this old post] of Eldritch I did months ago and the other pic I did secretly but was too chicken to actually post of him without his face plating & all

the original images tho: [1] [2] [3] (facial horror warning tho in 3!)

he's my precious little eldritch horror puppet man <3 I love him dearly

#eldritch spamton