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kriffingstars · 6 months

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Johnny MacTavish; the warning

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: Price very kindly tells Johnny you're off limits warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26) a/n: Once again thank you anon! I have so many ideas swirling around, including the first time that Reader and Johnny break their promise. Keep the asks coming :)

Price's Niece Masterlist

Price and Soap are sat in the pub, later that evening, when you're brought up again.

"Dinnae tell me you had a niece," he chides, as he lifts his pint up to his lips.

"It never came up, she only moved in a few months ago, but it's good. House isn't left empty, and it saves her a bit of money."

Price smiles as he thinks of her. It's not good to have favourites, especially when he has two other nephews, but he sees so much of himself in you. Your personalities are so similar, and he often thinks that if he didn't choose the career he did then he'd probably be even more like you.

"She's nice," Nice. Really? Both men know that Soap's statement is a loaded one. He's testing the waters, and gauging what his CO would think if he tried anything on with you.

Price stiffens slightly and gives him a look he knows all too well. It's the look he gives him, and sometimes the other lads, when they're being a bit out of line and joking around a bit too much.

"Don't go getting any ideas," he grumbles a bit as he tightens his grip on his glass.

Before the two of them left, he could already see something potentially brewing. The two of you had clicked straight away, the banter between the two of you toeing the line between friendly jives and flirting.

It was frustrating, he rarely sees you come out of your shell so quickly with anyone, and Soap was easily bringing out the more confident side of you he adored so much.

"I don't want her mixed up with any of this," he adds, gesturing his hand between the two of them.

"It's bad enough when I go away, I don't want her putting her life on hold when there's so much out there for her to experience."

Soap knows what he's getting at, his last relationship had crumbled because of the time spent apart, often with no contact.

"If we weren't in this job I wouldn't have a problem, but we put so much on the line, I can't have her going through all of that."

Price doesn't need to spell it out for Soap, the insinuation is there. He can't have you involved with someone in his line of work. He already sees the way his absence takes a toll on you.

He can see the physical stress on you when he comes home, the thought of that being magnified makes his heart ache.

"I get it, really," Soap replies, bringing the conversation to an end.

It's frustrating because he genuinely wants to get to know you more, but Price is only looking out for your best interests.

The conversation quickly moves one, ghosting over some vague plans for when they're back from leave, and then moving onto the upcoming Six Nations tournament.

Soap isn't naive. As disheartened as he is, he truly understands, and after that conversation, he fully intends to leave things alone.

What he doesn't account for is you asking for his number, with the excuse that it would be great to keep in touch, and he can fill you in on when your Uncle is overworking himself.

Price has a similar conversation with you, once Soap leaves to head back up to Glasgow.

"It's great that you both get along, I just don't want you to get hurt," He echoes, he uses that phrase a lot with you.

Always looking out for your well-being, trying to shield you from all the bad things in the world. In his mind, you're still the little girl he held at the hospital when he himself was younger than you are now.

"I won't," you reassure him, "It's just nice to know some of the people you work with."

You jest with him, that now you know Johnny, you'll be able to know whether he breaks the promise he makes to you every time he's on duty.

Don't overwork yourself, old man.

#john mactavish x reader #john mactavish headcannon #johnny mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish headcannon #john mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish x price!reader #cod mw soap #price!niece!reader

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kiwikiwiandkiwi · 2 years

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All Along

We stayed up till 6

Just watching shit TV in bed

Late night drive to Tesco

To buy cigarettes and bread

I remember clearly how I turned to you and said

I wish I met you later

We were young and I was so naive

But in my head

That’s how it had to be

And now I’m HOME

I’ve been all over the world

And I was wrong

And I’m smoking in my bed

All on my own

And I can’t wait till you’re awake

So I can call

And tell you it was you all along

We saw Ed in Manchester

I held you while he played

Every time I hear his songs

It takes me to that place

Even after all we’ve done

I had the nerve to say

I wish I met you later

We were young and I was so naive

But in my head

That’s how it had to be

And now I’m HOME

I’ve been all over the world

And I was wrong

And I’m smoking in my bed

All on my own

And I can’t wait till you’re awake

So I can call

And tell you it was you all along (x3)

Lucky (Again)

You give and give

Until it’s gone away

Just tell yourself

You got another day

You’ve lived that life

You just don't see it yet

I see how hard you’ve worked

To be yourself

If you believe that guy is Superman

They’re selling tickets at the cinema

Whatever gets you through the darkest night

Just find the light

Out in the madness, hold tight

‘Cause I’m a hard man to lose

But I figured it out

Then made my way back

To a life I would choose

We were lucky once

Could be lucky again

I’m a hard man to find

But you figured it out

And I love you for that

Look back on a time

I was lucky once

I could be lucky again

Before the world had got too serious

Before the time it got away from us

I meet you at the favorite subway stop

We grab some food

Then meet the lads for one

If you believe that guy is Superman

They’re selling tickets at the cinema

Whatever gets you through the darkest night

Just find the light

Out in the madness, hold tight

‘Cause I’m a hard man to lose

But I figured it out

Then made my way back

To a life I would choose

We were lucky once

Could be lucky again

I’m a hard man to find

But you figured it out

And I love you for that

Look back on a time

I was lucky once

I could be lucky again

(I’m in love/luck ?[x9]

I could be lucky again

I’m in love/luck ? [x9]

I could be lucky again)

The Way I Do

If I go out, or I stay in

It’s all I’ll ever do

All night long

On the drive HOME

Every mile is deja vu

More than a habit

More than just once in a while

I gotta have it

Nothing can get me this high

There’s something ‘bout it

Didn’t know I was the type

But in the silence

Girl, you got me like

OOOOOOOOHHH

I’M NEVER NOT THINKING ‘BOUT

YOUUUUOOUUUU

It’s all I ever do

Don’t I know that I can get us back

But I want to

Yes I do

Can’t stop myself from relapse

Just want amnesia

So I won't need ya

The way I do (x2)

It’s not one thing

It’s everything

A million memories

Can’t fight this

Or deny it

I want you next to me

We’re more than habits

More than just once in a while

I gotta have it

Nothing can get me this high

There’s something ‘bout it

Didn’t know I was the type

But in the quiet

Girl, you got me like

OOOOOOOOHHH

I’M NEVER NOT THINKING ‘BOUT

YOUUUUOOUUUU

It’s all I ever do

Don’t I know that I can get us back

But I want to

Yes I do

Can’t stop myself from relapse

Just want amnesia

So I won't need ya

The way I do (x2)

OOOOOOOOHHH

I’M NEVER NOT THINKING ‘BOUT

YOUUUUOOUUUU

It’s all I ever do

Don’t I know that I can get us back

But I want to

Yes I do

Can’t stop myself from relapse

Just want amnesia

So I won't need ya

The way I do (x6)

#here are all of the lyrics #lyrics #lt2 leak #louis leak #all along #lucky again #the way i do

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heimdallsram · 1 year

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━━━━ masterlist. soundtrack. archive of our own. taglist.

title: perennial

pairing: heimdall x female! goddess! reader

"You were a goddess of oaths and vows. It was only fitting that Odin would bind you to his service in only the most ironic way that he knew how: marriage."

this fanfiction contains the following: domestic violence, blood, gore, choking, violent sexual content, bad BDSM etiquette, non-consensual somnophilia, blood drinking, unhealthy relationships, and much more content that may be sensitive to some readers. reader discretion is advised.

*for inquiries about the taglist, please dm me and i will add you to it.

“This… Lady Var. Are you certain she is not an agent of Odin?” Kratos inquired from his seat across the table. Laid open in front of him was Atreus’ journal, complete with the thoughts and ramblings of his son, depicting the very topic of conversation. Brok and Sindri glanced to one another. “She has been in Asgard for her entire life, has she not?”

Mimir, peering over at the contents himself, clucked his tongue. “I wouldn’t think so, brother. The Var Goddesses have been endlessly persecuted by Odin over the centuries. I would know; he bragged about it quite fondly during our time together. He was very single minded about killing them all before they reached their full power.”

“Huh?” Brok crossed his arms. “Whaddaya mean?”

“The first Var goddess, some thousands of years ago, meddled in Odin’s affairs in Alfheim,” the head explained. His face contorted into one of deep thought, as if recalling the memories required him to delve into parts of his life that he was not to keen on reminiscing upon. “I only know this because I was there when it happened. Her name was Siv, and she was a Valkyrie—powerful, elusive, and angry. She… was not happy with some of the things he was doing, so she stepped in before things could go too far. In theory, anyway.”

“The first?” Kratos rumbled.

“Aye, brother, the first. The Var goddesses go through a cycle of rebirth not unlike that of the phoenix, but it’s been so long that I’ve nearly forgotten how it came to be that way.” Mimir turned his gaze towards the book again. “But as I was saying, Siv intervened during one of Odin’s broken vows. The Var goddesses are not evil beings, you must know, and are more like—“

“The peace keeper or executioner,” the god of war interrupted. “Atreus explained this to me.”

“Yes well, that’s not exactly… correct.” Mimir hesitated. “It’s more along the lines of ‘if you break my vows, I will destroy your soul’. See, Odin was threatened by this—Siv could take a soul and dessicate it more thoroughly than any ounce of seidr I have ever seen. There would be no afterlife, no peace for them when she killed them. She was the bastardization of a Valkyrie and her sisters despised her for it.”

Sindri’s brow furrowed. He sat down at the table, rolling a wire brush between his hands. “I didn’t know this part. Lady Var, she… explained she was bound by the oath and no other.”

“And she was telling the truth, lad, as much as she could of it. I imagine Odin isn’t working on the full idea of things,” Mimir soothed. Kratos huffed. “Bound by oaths, yes, but only the ones she makes with herself or the ones she chooses to observe. If you could trap a Var goddess you would have a veritable power source in your hands; each of them has a special gift more different than the last. More special as the years go on and they are reborn into something new.”

Kratos lifted the book and stared at the charcoal drawing. Nothing discerning stood out to him except for the artistic rendition of the dress she wore. “And she is with Odin now.”

“Bein’ married, yeah.” Brok lifted his cup of ale and saluted the air mockingly. “The All-Fucker knows he needs to keep ‘er there, so he binds ‘er up with marriage vows to Heimdall so she can’t leave.”

“Oh dear.” Mimir’s eyes widened. “He’s marrying her to Heimdall?”

“Yes, when she came here she had been crying, and had bruises around her throat,” Sindri explained softly. His gaze was far away, fixated on the stool across from him where you had sat previously, eating the food and drink they had given you with gusto. “She said he was not happy with the decision and blamed her for it.”

“Bunch’a hogwash, the whole thing!” The blue dwarf slammed his drink down, sending droplets of alcohol flying into the air. “She ain’t done nothin’ to deserve this!”

“In Odin’s mind, she very well may have. He despises those he can’t keep under his all-knowing thumb.” Mimir paused. “Though, lads, I don’t truly know how we can help her from here.”

A silence seeped over the table, impenetrable.

“This… goddess,” Kratos began slowly,”she is powerful, yes?”

“Dunno. Ain’t seen her in centuries until a week ago.” Brok shrugged. “But she was doin’ some mighty strong magic ‘fore Odin snatched ‘er up.”

“As long as she doesn’t step on any toes, she’ll be alright, my friends. She’s survived in Asgard this long, right?”

***

Heimdall trudged alongside you in the light of dawn with a scowl on his face. That punch had silenced him for all of five seconds before you were walking off, fury in your step and a fine tremor in your fingers. Odin’s decision to have him supervise you was a foolish one, especially if he was going to open his mouth as he was and mock every little thing you did along the way to the beach—even stop to see the sunrise.

“Move along, stupid girl, we have places to be. You can see the sunrise literally every day from oh, I don’t know, anywhere else.”

You ignored him and watched as the sun peaked over the clouds. The cast of pale orange among the darkness was one of your favorite things to witness, present company not included. The little dragons snoozing on the roosts within the walls were beginning to wake, alerting the little folk to the rising of the sun and the dawn of a new day. The sunrise and sunsets in Vanaheim had been gorgeous, when Skoll and Hati would take to the sky and chase the sun and moon to their conclusions. The two wolves, the last you had heard, had been unable to complete the ritual since Odin had interfered with the altars some time ago.

After a moment of reveling in Heimdall’s silent irritation, you entered the lift and allowed him to pull the lever to send the both of you down. You remained quiet, the knuckles of your fist still aching painfully in protest from hitting your now husband in the stomach. While he did not have the rotund belly of Thor or the sinewy musculature of Baldur, it still hurt quite a bit to hit him like that. Something in the spells on the collar was diluting some of the pain, to a degree, but when you flexed your fingers the sting came back full force.

“Was it really necessary to hit me?”

“Was it necessary to strangle me? Or walk out on me on our wedding night as you so expertly did. I was being pitied for days after that.”

Heimdall deliberately avoided looking at you. “You did bite me. It was only fair, was it not?”

“No.” The blandness in your tone forced him to look at you, then. He was mildly surprised to see you staring at him, but not completely—it was as if you were looking through him at to the sunset behind him. “I should have killed you and been done with it.”

Something in those words made him uneasy. “Killing me would kill you, you’re aware? And you can no longer be reborn, little dog.”

Yet your blank face remained. “Are you certain about that, gullintanni? Would you like to put it to the test?”

“I didn’t take you to be suicidal.”

“That’s because I am not her.”

***

“Brok, Sindri!” You called desperately. Yggdrasil twisted and turned endlessly, the flickering of your bodily form only momentarily hindered by the falling leaves. Each door that you passed seemed the same as the last, and you were running out of time—quickly. Leaving your body in Siv’s care had been a risk you hadn’t known you could take, but now that you had, you would do your best to warn your friends that you had been trapped more firmly than you could have anticipated. Your eyes flew to a familiar form sneaking among the branches. “Atreus!”

He whirled around, but there was no one there. “Huh?”

“Atreus!”

“Who’s there?”

“It is I, the lady Var. I do not blame you for not remembering me, but I am running out of time. Please, listen!”

His eyes flew to and fro, seeking your figure, but you were nowhere to be found. “How are you doing this?”

“I have no time to explain. Tell them that Odin has bound me with the Collar of Repentance. Tell them that he has stopped my rebirth cycle. Tell them…” Your voice cracked. “Tell them that I can’t help them like I wanted to.”

“Wait, what’s the Collar of Repentance? And what do you mean you can’t help us?!”

“I’m sorry, Atreus.”

***

“You’re not her,” Heimdall repeated slowly. Your eyes flickered gold, green, back to gold. “Then who are you?”

A feral smile that was not typical of you crawled onto your face. “In time, son of Angeyja, Atla, Eistla, Eyrgjafa, Gjalp, Greip, Imðr, Jarnsaxa, and Ulfrún. In time. For now, I would enjoy the rest of the life you have left. My descendant may be bound, but I am not, nor will I ever be.”

Heimdall stiffened at the mention of his mothers. “How do you know those names?”

“The same way I know that you, above all, desire your father’s honest approval.” A shrug. Casually, the not-you reached behind you and pulled a shrieking green, crystalline bird from out of thin air. In one motion, your hand crushed the bird to dust, green powder lining the furs of your dress. “I’m inside you, now.”

Before he could demand what she had meant by that—the not you—you blinked and, slowly, a confused expression stole across your face like a thief in the night. You reached up and rubbed your face with one hand, glancing around the lift. “What…?” It was soft.

So you had been unaware of what happened, then. Heimdall narrowed his eyes as you shook your head, his gaze flying to the space that the green bird had been sitting harmlessly on the railing behind you. So the All-Father had seen it, too; but what could it have been? What had possessed you in such a way? Whatever it had been, it made something new raise its head in the back of his mind—fear.

You were violent, yes, but you were weak. Your only defense was having the advantage of his foresight not working on you. You had no magic, no future rebirth, only the ability to see vows and punish those who broke them. But the thing that had been behind your eyes… he had watched, felt, the power crawl out of your pores.

It had felt like death, like darkness; a dying star.

It had felt like annihilation.

But now you were confused, docile, that hostile aura draining out of you to be replaced by something less… cruel. He watched the moment you realized something had happened, and your frown was more pronounced. But you did not say a word. Instead, you shook your head, rubbed your temple, and looked out among the wetlands with resignation in your eyes.

It was something to keep an eye on. But now he had to keep his guard up, more than before; he could not mindlessly threaten you without risking whatever that had been happening again. You pulled your furs around yourself tightly, and he dismissed the thought. Father trusted him enough to keep watch over you and make sure you didn’t get in his way.

“This way,” you said and stepped out of the lift, following a destination only you had in mind. He followed, his mind strangely quiet for once, and observed as your posture slumped and your walking grew less rigid. Outside the walls, you seemed to change—you were sullen, sulky. “Keep up.”

And he did. Over the grasslands and streams, you led him to the shores of Asgard, where two children sat playing in the pale sand. They were young Midgardians, no older than ten or twelve years of age, and they fought each other with driftwood sticks and dirt.

“Fight me, giant!” One boomed in an imitation of Thor. He waved the stick around as the God of Thunder would his hammer, making a face. “I will use Mjolnir and kill you where you stand!”

The other child, a little girl, roared in defiance. “No! I, Ymir, will kill you, Aesir god!”

Their sticks clacked together with childish skill. They moved up and down the beach, laughing and kicking up sand, and you watched with a small smile on your face as they played. The content of the things they were saying may have been dark, but they were happy—could you truly allow Ragnarok to snatch such happiness away from them? They would be Odin’s fodder, his shield against those who knew mercy and pity as a strength.

You caught a wisp of Heimdall’s thoughts from where he stood some feet from you, leaning against a rock formation.

… That is not how the story goes, stupid Midgardian children.

But the story he knew was also inaccurate. You, however, too caught up in watching the children fight and play, did not stop to think too hard about the stories he had no doubt heard from Odin’s side. Instead, you watched the girl plop down into the sand, exhausted. The boy followed her willingly, tossing his stick into the water.

“We have to do this every day, okay?” She said, sticking her arm out in offer. Her little face was screwed up in determination. “Until we get strong enough to get inside the walls. Together.”

The boy nodded. “Right!”

And so a promise was made. You watched the little white string blossom to life between them and observed until they eventually decided they had enough rest and moved further down the beach. Once they were well out of view, you stepped off the grass and into the sand, approaching the ocean cautiously.

“What are you doing?” Heimdall demanded with a scowl. “You’ve observed whatever it was you came here for. Now we go back.”

“Shut the Hel up.” You closed your eyes to the faint breeze wafting over the water. It brought you scents of salt, of rain and humidity and cold. “I have no intention of going back into those walls just for the rest of the Aesir to judge me for your wrongdoings.”

His scowl deepened. “You are no extension of me.”

“I agree.” You opened your eyes. The words came out unbidden. “You are a pathetic pantomime of your father. A fascimile of a god. You sit and stay, like a good boy, but I know it is only because he has no use for you other than to sit you up on that hideous wall and let you play protector. I wonder if you die, if he will ever mourn you as he did his little closer—Baldur. I think he would not.”

“Shut your whore mouth.” Heimdall was quick to snatch you by the back of your neck, shifting his hand forward to grip your jaw. It popped threateningly under the pressure. You met his gaze without fear, feeling too bold in your words to ever allow him a victory. “You know nothing of my relationship with my father.”

“I know enough.” You shrugged loosely. “Everyone knows how Odin sent his child up to the wall the moment he finished learning how to use his powers. The youngest child; the weakest, weaker than even the blind. Born from a fling of a union between Odin and your mothers because he could never honor them, never get over Freya. He’s a monster, and you… you are becoming just like him.”

You stared at him, considering.

“Odin doesn’t need another son… just another tool.”

When you pulled away from him, he didn’t try to stop you. His hand dropped to his side as you walked away, the tiniest knot in your marriage vow unlinking. Doubt. It was small, but it was there, and even the smallest chips in the strongest wall would bring it crumbling down eventually. You would destroy his as he had destroyed yours.

‘Good,’ Siv spoke in your mind as you approached the lift some time later. Heimdall had not followed you, so you leaned against the railing to wait. ‘And now we begin.’

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lanaevyssmoved · 5 months

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FRAY.... im sorry if youve thought of this b4 (i havent read candor's oc page yet sorry if im wrong.....) but isnt he a deva ?!?!? WITH GOD GALE NOW IN PLAY.... what if he was. deva serving under god of ambition!gale 👀

ok so candor is a solar. which is, going by the highest deva rank, 2 ranks above deva. devas can become solars if they achieve great things and Want to, as angels ascending to higher forms is a choice. the one before solar is planetar. the full Tier List of angels is

agathinon

light

deva

planetar

solar

i will tell you now picking what candor was took me weeks. i even had different ones on it's oc page. you read through my dms with aisling and null and it's me changing my mind every damn DAY. this also means that's retaining candor lore from when candor was a deva (monadic deva - to be exact). however there is a very key difference between all the angels and solar. solar choose who they serve, and are free to change their mind whenever they want. they are angels with free will.

so in terms of gold!gale, candor would have to deem gale worthy enough to serve. candor currently serves lathander, and has done for thousands of years, because it found lathander to be a god worthy of it. now - would candor leave lathander for gale? absolutely not. would candor without a god choose to server gale? absolutely not.

candor fucking despises gale. candor told afhiri that they should kill gale because he's a danger to them, and to everyone. to the balance of the universe, to the upper planes and everything that exists in this moment. candor has always found gale to be bad ^_^

so.. oh my god. gale is the god of ambition now? an extremely dangerous thing for a god to hold domain over? gale, there was a reason there was no god of ambition.

there's some hints in raphael's new ending (requires him to have been promised the crown, left alone and god gale to happen) which tell us that gale does exactly what i had already had candor assuming - that gale will bring ruin to the heavens.

candor would probably be a leader of an army charging onto gale's doorstep to behead him. ^_^ i love making ocs who oppose everything my favourite character stands for

if we were to consider an au where candor did serve god!gale..... it would not last long, and would end in candor trying to kill gale again.

would candor beat gale on a 1:1 fight? well - a god can only die in it's home plane. and a solar can only die on it's home plane. so already we're at a standstill. if candor invades gale's new plane of ambition, gale can be killed there, but gale also controls everything there so it would be extremely hard. but candor also can't die, but candor's form can be destroyed and candor will have to be reborn - and sometimes when solar's are reborn they do not come back as solars, but as aasimar and lose a great deal of their power - so candor would not want to lose. so fighting gale like this is foolish. so gale needs to be weakened. that would require a loss of followers, most likely all of them unfortunately - which could be doable if you find a way to cut off their ability to pray - but it would also take a lot of time for a god to become weak enough for what we want. so.. we have a new idea. god!gale tells us the crown of karsus is protected with all his power in his plane. if one were to get the crown and destroy it, gale would lose his godhood.. immediately. the karsus weave would be destroyed. yadada. so the real plan here would be to keep the lad distracted while other people go for the crown. so can candor beat gale in a 1:1? no, candor would need friends. but candor would also not die. ^_^

so unfortunately it would not happen. gale would need to manipulate and control candor to keep it, which is something i don't want god!gale to become. despite how clearly terrible god!gale is for everything...... but i do have a way we can make this work

afhiri ^_^ in my 3 years later fic afhiri and gale ascend together. they do it a completely different way without the crown. we're not getting into that rn. anyway

afhiri and gale would obviously serve together in the same way god!gale ends, separate gods with their own domains but they are very clearly still together, and gale would help you settle into becoming a god.

while candor would absolutely still be incredibly murderous over god!gale even if afhiri has ascended, it does put a spanner in the works. and actually becomes incredibly painful. so i've never thought past the ascension in my fic, it ends dead there and what happens next is anyones guess. ascending is the end of their story. but if we are thinking of the actual new epilogue, 6 months later not my 3 years later - what would candor do once this happens? i would assume the entire time gale has been a god candor has been campaigning to get people to side with it to go kill gale. but now afhiri has ascended?

see i can see candor serving afhiri. very easily in fact. afhiri would not send ripples across the heavens and bring ruin with something like Ambition, gods no. but can i see candor being essentially neutralised by afhiri to not kill gale? it was already neutralised once before the ascension, and candor is probably feeling a large amount of regret for not killing gale while he was mortal. i honestly don't know.

see raphael's ending does not change if you ascend too. it still talks like you haven't ascended. raph talks about after you have died all this shit will happen - so talking like you're a mortal who will die of old age. raph's ending doesn't take you into account! so completely ignoring it/adding a romance portion - could you stop gale from bringing ruin?

if you could stop gale from bringing ruin.. candor could be passified. if you couldn't? well. candor is leading the army to gale's doorstep and it will be one hell of a war ^_^

#fray.txt #ask #estevnys #oc candor #oc afhiri #uhhh #afhiri/candor #afhiri/gale #yeah u go in these tags too #THANK U FOR THE QUESTION SORRY I WENT A LIL INSANE #EDIT i just realised the ordering i did for the bulletpoints makes solar look the least but i meant it as orders u go thru.#with solar being the Last One u reach......#SORRY CONFUSING. SOLAR ARE 1 ANGEL

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ebaeschnbliah · 2 years

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It was a cold grey day near the end of December. The East Wind was streaming through the bare branches of the trees, and seething in the dark pines on the hills. Ragged clouds were hurrying overhead, dark and low. As the cheerless shadows of the early evening began to fall the Company made ready to set out.

They were to start at dusk ...

... for Elrond counselled them to journey under cover of night as often as they could, until they were far from Rivendell.

`You should fear the many eyes of the servants of Sauron,' he said. 'I do not doubt that news of the discomfiture of the Riders has already reached him, and he will be filled with wrath. Soon now his spies on foot and wing will be abroad in the northern lands. Even of the sky above you must beware as you go on your way.'

The Company took little gear of war, for their hope was in secrecy not in battle. Aragorn had Andúril but no other weapon, and he went forth clad only in rusty green and brown. as a Ranger of the wilderness. Boromir had a long sword, in fashion like Andúril but of less lineage and he bore also a shield and his war-horn.

'Loud and clear it sounds in the valleys of the hills,' he said, `and then let all the foes of Gondor flee!' Putting it to his lips he blew a blast, and the echoes leapt from rock to rock, and all that heard that voice in Rivendell sprang to their feet.

Slow should you be to wind that horn again, Boromir, said Elrond. 'until you stand once more on the borders of your land, and dire need is on you.'

`Maybe,' said Boromir. 'But always I have let my horn cry at setting forth, and though thereafter we may walk in the shadows, I will not go forth as a thief in the night.'

Gimli the dwarf alone wore openly a short shirt of steel-rings, for dwarves make light of burdens; and in his belt was a broad-bladed axe. Legolas had a bow and a quiver, and at his belt a long white knife. The younger hobbits wore the swords that they had taken from the barrow; but Frodo took only Sting; and his mail-coat, as Bilbo wished, remained hidden. Gandalf bore his staff, but girt at his side was the elven-sword Glamdring, the mate of Orcrist that lay now upon the breast of Thorin under the Lonely Mountain.

All were well furnished by Elrond with thick warm clothes, and they had jackets and cloaks lined with fur. Spare food and clothes and blankets and other needs were laden on a pony, none other than the poor beast that they had brought from Bree.

The stay in Rivendell had worked a great wonder of change on him: he was glossy and seemed to have the vigour of youth. It was Sam who had insisted on choosing him, declaring that Bill (as he called him) would pine, if he did not come.

`That animal can nearly talk,' he said, `and would talk, if he stayed here much longer. He gave me a look as plain as Mr. Pippin could speak it: if you don't let me go with you, Sam, I'll follow on my own.' So Bill was going as the beast of burden, yet he was the only member of the Company that did not seem depressed.

Their farewells had been said in the great hall by the fire, and they were only waiting now for Gandalf, who had not yet come out of the house. A gleam of firelight came from the open doors, and soft lights were glowing in many windows. Bilbo huddled in a cloak stood silent on the doorstep beside Frodo. Aragorn sat with his head bowed to his knees; only Elrond knew fully what this hour meant to him. The others could be seen as grey shapes in the darkness.

Sam was standing by the pony, sucking his teeth, and staring moodily into the gloom where the river roared stonily below; his desire for adventure was at its lowest ebb.

`Bill, my lad,' he said, `you oughtn't to have took up with us. You could have stayed here and eat the best hay till the new grass comes.' Bill swished his tail and said nothing.

JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Ring goes South

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awkwardtortilla · 2 years

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no because i am a dylan simp through and through, i adore this funky tall lad with short energy. i just want to smooch him and give him a little nose kiss and let him know i love him for every part of him

so can i get a cute little first date fic?

Bro sameeeee he’s so goddam precious

First Date

I really wanna write this but my brain is shutting down so I’m gonna do bullet points/hcs. Also I may have gone a bit overboard with this

warnings: none just fluffy shit

During camp you and Dylan had flirted and hung out a lot

You had some genuine chemistry and almost kissed a couple times

But those couple times were interrupted (usually by Jacob or a kid) and you and Dylan would jump away from each other

It was kinda ironic though bc ppl were always trying to get you two together

Then after camp and the disastrous events of that one extra night you and Dylan managed to keep in touch

You didn’t live too far apart, but it was still far enough that driving to spend time together couldn’t be a frequent thing

But you texted and called and FaceTimed plenty

Then on one late night FaceTime you both fell silent and you caught Dylan staring at you (again)

As he looked away and blushed you asked if he felt the same spark you did during camp

He did and admitted that he still liked you

You admitted that you still liked him

You both got really excited and were grinning like idiots but then remembered the distance

But then you said “y’know what? Fuck it. Let’s get together for a day, and go out on a date. What’d ya say?”

Dylan smiles again and stutters his agreement

You guys pulled an all-nighter planning that date

And it was all worth it

Sure you were anxious that it would go wrong and that this wouldn’t work out but you were excited to see Dylan again and to be finally acting on these feelings that’d been stewing for months

The date was pretty vanilla

Dinner, movie, walks

But you guys did a bunch of things in between

Shopping, coffee, picking out dollar store snacks to smuggle into the theater

Dylan was tripping over himself the whole time and trying to crack stupid jokes like he did back at camp

You had to reassure him that he could just be himself bc you liked that too

He blushed every time you complimented him

And when he complimented you

*accidentally staring* “S-Sorry, you, uh, you look great, [your name].”

“God, you’re adorable…” *realizes* “Oh shit was that out loud?”

Would LOVE to hold your hand but won’t initiate it bc he’s a shy bean when it comes to that stuff

Despite that he would kiss your cheek out of nowhere just bc he couldn’t take how amazing you were and needed to act on it

Like to put his arm around your shoulders

Like when you’re ordering food or choosing a snack to smuggle or sitting on a bench

But he’d prolly only have the courage to do it a couple times so you’re gonna have to wrap it around yourself other times

He would also share his food

And would casually ask to try some of yours but on the inside he’s panicking and praying that wasn’t overstepping

If you share he’s so goddam relieved

But if you don’t he steals a bite anyway

His shoulders visibly relax when you laugh about it though so you know the poor boy was worried as hell that he’d messed up

As you guys wandered through shops and stores you would be goofing off and messing with each other

You’d put hats and glasses on Dylan and gush about how cute he looked in everything and soon his face was as red as that beanie you’d decided to buy for him

Dylan would mostly be watching you but every now and again he’d see something he liked and ramble about it until he realized he liked it bc it reminded him of you

Then he would blush and put it down and pick it back up and blush some more as he put it in the cart

During the movie he would just happen to leave his hand resting on the arm of the seat

And when he reached for his drink he would “accidentally” brush his hand against yours

But I doubt he would make the move

Not bc he wants to tease you, which is probably what it seems like, but bc he’s too nervous

What if you didn’t want to hold hands? Is that why you haven’t made a move to do so yet? What if you needed your hand for popcorn or candy and Dylan holding it was an inconvenience? Would you be upset with him?

So yeah you’re gonna need to just go ahead and offer your hand

Then he will gladly take it and lace your fingers together and give it a lil squeeze

At the end of the date neither of you wants to separate

So you don’t

The long drive home is postponed and you stay the night together

If you’re at Dylan’s he lets you borrow some of his clothes

If Dylan’s at your house you guys run to the store real quick and buy some pajamas

You guys spend a solid five minutes working out who was gonna sleep where but then just ended up falling asleep on the couch watching The Office or Parks and Recreation or Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Idk Dylan just seems like he’d be into those kinda shows

Then in the morning when you both wake up and realize where you fell asleep and how you’re all cuddled up together Dylan’s face goes bright red and he trips over himself and the blankets apologizing and trying to get up

You’re blushing too bc I mean who wouldn’t be, however you’re less afraid to admit that you enjoyed it

So you call him down and reassure him and he lets out an exaggerated sigh or relief and admits he liked it too

You have breakfast together and again don’t wanna separate but you kinda have to bc whoever made the drive over didn’t pack a bag

So you say goodbye and Dylan gives you a big bear hug

He really wants to kiss you but is too nervous so you do it, gently grabbing his jaw and pulling him in for a long, sweet kiss

If he’s the one driving you better pray he keeps his eyes and mind on the road bc boyo is now in a daze

#the quarry #the quarry game #the quarry x reader #the quarry dylan #dylan lenivy #first date #the quarry headcanons

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sy5starplaty · 1 year

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Ted Lasso 3.10 live blog...

Ooh, I knew Nate would lose something with that choice to defy Rupert... has he departed on his own terms or was he fired?

Love Sky Sports doing the exposition, though.

Ted: "Bumbercatch, you're Swiss?" Moe: "Yeah, look at me."

"Godspeed, or whatever your deity chooses to self-medicate with." - I'll have to remember that one.

LOL... Dani is a completely different person when he's playing for his country. Love it.

tedbecca... NOT talking about periods. :D

Oh, there's added Trent, who is excellent at girl talk.

DON'T BE INVOLVED IN A SUPER LEAGUE! IT'S WHAT DESTROYED AUSTRALIA'S RUGBY LEAGUE CODE!

Rebecca has Rupie down as "The Devil".

Nate: "Am I an idiot?" Jade: "Sometimes, yes."

Oh, he quit. Good.

And... yep. Jack's revenge or something. This has been a let down of a storyline for Keeley. Only good part of it is Barbara.

Why you wearing red again Ted? Is it another String of Fate episode?

Go away, Rupert!

YAY PHOEBE'S MOM IS THE SAME DOCTOR AS FROM "MAN CITY”!

And... wait, Jamie's here? Oh, Roy talks about him all the time?

Wait... the shirt is tiny. Did Roy just fill out more? Or was there laundry-related shrinkage involved?

Honestly, I do love seeing Roy dumbfounded.

Jamie: "Your sister is fit." Roy: "I will cut your eyes out." *Jamie laughs*

Edwin Akufo does revenge too.

Billionaires be crazy.

Aw, Keeley... going through the motions of losing your job.

Higgins with the hot tea in his lap again... I don't think he's having any more kids.

A Mae & Keeley scene. We've never had one of those before, have we? Ooh, this is quite interesting. And informative... and this is the last season or is a 4th likely? Because I needs me some more Mae&Keeley time.

LIGHTNING, YOU SAY?

ROY'S WALKING IN WITH HIS SHIRT FROM PHOEBE, ISN'T HE? BRILLIANT.

Laughing Liam!

Text from Rebecca: "Are you alive? Text 'no' if dead." IDK but that sounds like a thing Ted might say.

Mexico vs Canada... Dani, wow. I hope you're super apologetic later.

WELL... THERE'S THE CLEAREST SIGN I'VE EVER SEEN. GREEN MATCHBOOK AND GREEN SOLDIER. I think we were right tedbecca fandom... *squees*

Roy's had enough of the tie-dye now that Keith is sporting one too.

Hey, now. You don't just ditch a Phoebe present. There's a good lad. Come back for it.

Rebecca gearing herself up for this meeting, and... little girl! I wonder if that's the "Dutch girl" from the callout being re-used for a much better purpose.

Roy wearing Phoebe's shirt at her school.

Ms Bowen: "I like cleaning up a mess. Hope it didn't cause too much damage." Roy: "Fuuuuuudddge."

Barbara in casual wear. "Juicy"... Now I really want my crackship of Jamie/Barbara.

60 quid snowglobe? Keeley.

Nate's... searching for who he used to be?

And Roy's buying something?

Oh... violin, Nate? I could never do the shaky hand thing. I was in an orchestra that had concerts - I was in first violins too! But I grew to hate playing it, so I stopped at 13yo. Moved onto clarinet... which was tough on my lips & lungs more than my arms & neck. Now can't play any instrument due to my disability. Piano maybe, if I had the energy.

Yay, Rebecca, with the voiceover! Also, she's completely right.

And... she somehow got through to Rupert. On this matter, anyway.

And... thank you Mr Shelley for FINALLY apologising. Nate'll be able to talk to Ted properly now (but I also need him to make amends with Will).

And... I knew Rupert would try that, but Rebecca has well & truly moved on from you Devil.

FINALLY ROY&KEELEY TIME.

Lovely apology letter, Roy. But, yeah, your hand-writing is... way too tiny.

Wait, Keeley's walking out of frame... to Roy?

Happy Shelley Family Time.

Change of outfit... who's at Keeley's door? REBECCA!

They talking, and talking, and... oh, Roy's there in a dressing gown. Guess they're back on.

Will! And... he's walking in to find everything's already done. I HOPE that's because Nate's done it for him & is making amends... But also, how did he get in there?

A bit of lavender on the note.

I understand he can't quite face him yet (or Ted for that matter)... but THANK YOU NATE.

AND BARBARA'S BACK!

And everyone's back... and Dani? Ok. No apologies there. He's just one of those Jekyll/Hyde characters.

Is that Keith's shirt, Roy?

AND... MORE TEDBECCA!

Sitting very close... and she's wearing PINK!

And then blasting tea at Ted's face like he did with the sparkling water at the end of s1.

Y'know, this means they've basically kissed now.

#Ted Lasso spoilers #tedbecca #Ted Lasso #this episode appeared to be bringing closure to a few storylines #still have a few more to go #(oh and this post has a little history about me too - musical instrument wise)

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ladybug0095 · 1 year

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Chapter 3: one hell of a party

18+ please!

Tw: alcohol, sexual assault, Violence and trauma response, and just historically accurate sexism PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Ch.1 Ch.2

Party’s weren’t your scene as much as it was Victorias and Ralph’s. The twins were known for the party’s they threw an it would of been weird if they didn’t throw one for their best friend an future fiancé So despite your protest here you were sitting alone downing champagne like it was water. It wasn’t that you were anti-social or shy you just hated the people that came to these things. The girls you grew up with doing nothing but give backhanded complements all while glaring at you and the boys well they were all trying to bed the one person who was off limits, a sort of challenge if you would and it always made these things miserable and unbearable to sit through. Victoria would join you here an there making comments on all the people around an give you the latest gossip that would then turned into you doing nothing but shit talking them. Laughing so loud an obnoxious that it started garnering snarky looks and comments from the others. None of your friends were as close as you and Victoria were, nor would they ever be. Too see such a genuine friendship was shocking too most, especially with two people who were completely opposites. They were always so confused how you even became friends, Sure you grew up together but so did a lot of the people in your Social circle but none of them actually liked each other or at least not to the extent that you guys did. See In your social standing staying close to those you hate was more beneficial then it was not to be. All friendships were just business transactions and marriages waiting to happen in order to further your family’s name and fortune. So your friendship was just a weird anomaly in it all and if you were being honest it made it that much more special.

Eventually your dearest Victoria would leave to go dance with a boy she fancies leaving you all alone again. With nothing better to do you went to the bar to get more champagne, looking around as you waited you saw Ralph laughing and talking to a girl who was obviously flirting with him.

Her hand on his arm as he talked ,pretending to laugh at something that was very likely not funny, and Leaning forward so he could see right down her dress. She was practically throwing herself at him but Ralph being Ralph was oblivious to the whole thing, probably thinking she was being friendly an genuinely found his jokes funny. Watching whole thing go down was embarrassing to say the least.

“He’s a pretty oblivious lad isn’t he?”

Looking to your right you were greeted with a set of green eyes and a smile, the smile of one James Lenard, A boy you had the biggest crush on your entire childhood.

You couldn’t help but stare at him.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed at the realization you haven’t said anything but as you go to open your mouth to say something you’re interrupted by a chuckle leaving James lips, you just couldn’t help but laugh out your response to him.

“I am so sorry for staring, you took me by surprise but yes to answer your question he is completely oblivious.” That earned another laugh from him, one that made your whole body feel warm and tingly plus all the alcohol you’ve consumed probably wasn’t helping.

“Yea,Ralph hasn’t always been the smartest person has he?” Now was your turn to laugh, because it was obvious that everyone viewed Ralph as this airhead but that couldn’t be far from the truth, So you being you, just had to correct him.

“Oh you would think that but really he like a secret genius. Just very oblivious to all things around him, always in his own world. It’s quite annoying if you ask me.”

“Well if you ask me,he can’t be too much of a genius if he’s choosing to talk to that girl over his absolutely Stunning fiancée.”

The comment would of made you blush like a school girl if it wasn’t for the one word you hated the most.

You couldn’t help but roll your eye as you communicate on the name. “Oh god please don’t say that. Im not his fiancé”

Confused James seemed a little taken back by the comment you just made. “please excuse my confusion, but I swore you had been promised to Ralph since you were children. Did something change?”

“Well yes I am promised to him but I am not his fiancé. There is a difference.” You Sighed downing the rest of you drink. “See he still has to properly proposal to me if he wants to get married. The whole promise this is kind of like a termination clause. If one of our fathers didn’t want to go through with the marriage it makes it to where the other couldn’t sue, because see we were never engaged just promised to each other. Which many people don’t know the difference, so it’s very frust-“ but you were cut off by a finger to your lips. Looking up to see James looking at you with a smile like you just told him the best news in the whole world.

“Would you like to go outside for some air? It’s getting a bit stuffy in here.”

In your gut you knew it was a bad idea to go outside by yourself with any man that wasn’t Ralph but you were drunk and getting annoyed with the party going on around you so you took him up on his offer and let him lead you both outside to the gardens around the venue

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“Here I think I see a bench over there for us to sit at.” You smile as you feel James hand on your lower back guiding you to follow him.

Once at the bench you couldn’t help but Notice how nice the cold night air was compared to the warm muggy air of party just inside.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you could felt your body relax an for a moment you felt calm an almost at peace.

But sadly that moment was cut short but a warm feeling on your thigh. Looking down you saw James hand rubbing soft circles on it as he lent his face into your ear.

“You know the only reason I didn’t go after you all these years was because I thought you were engaged, but now that i know you aren’t well,we can really get to know each other.”

Feeling his lips slowly make their way down your neck as his hand slid up your dress you tried to speak, you tried to move so you could stop James but you were frozen with fear.

You always felt that you could defend yourself if you needed too, thought you would be confident and fearless but how wrong you were. You hated your body for freezing up on you; Making you the defenseless women that ever man thought you were- That they thought all women were, But here you were having a man force himself upon you an you couldn’t do a thing about it.

The fact that this was the first time you had a man touch you make it all that more worse. It was a feeling you weren’t used too, a feeling you were growing to hate.

You hadn’t even realize you were crying till you felt the hot tears running down your cold cheek, eventually letting out the sobs you were holding in as well.

“Please stop, I don’t want this.” Was all you could get out between sobs; wanted nothing more then for the touching to stop and to be back inside.

“I saw how you were looking at me inside. I know you want this, why else would you come outsi-“

But James never got to finish his sentence as a hand grabbed him throwing him to the floor.

It all felt like it was in slow motion. Seeing him get pulled off you an thrown to the ground as a figure slumped over him throwing punches left an right, Give him no time to defend himself from the assault.

It took a minute but soon you realized that the person who came to your rescue was no other then Ralph Penbury. Something you never thought you would see in a million years.

The sight of Ralph pummeling someone’s face in put you in a trance. You couldn’t help but stare no matter how hard you wanted to look away.

The way his face was scrunched up in anger, his perfectly styled hair coming undone with each swing of his arms that were being restricted do to the tight restrains of his tucked in shirt.

It made you feel warm and fuzzy all over just as you had earlier with James, but this one was different as you could also feel a hot sensation forming in between your legs.

You were finally brought back to reality hearing Victoria yelling.

“That’s enough Ralph! You’ve gotten him!”

But he didn’t stop, Ralph keep going. Eventually it took 2 other men to pull him off of James limp body.

“If I ever see you touching my fiancé again I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

Tag list: @cursedbutterfly @screaming-blue-bagel @plk-18 @gothvamp1973 @gingertimelord @emma77645

(So how did you enjoy this chapter? It was so far my fav to write! This was originally chapter two an i finished it months ago, But I felt it didn’t do it Justice to not have a weird badly written filler chapter before this so enjoy an the next chapter is 🧑🏼‍🍳🤌🏻💋 okay? I love it just finishing up the last bits for that one.)

#jospeh quinn #timewasters #joseph quinn × reader #ralph timewasters #ralph timewasters × reader #stranger things #timewasters 2017 #ralph penbury × reader

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shiningdesignersreflections · 3 months

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Chapter 4: Awaiting Bloom

Narrated by Luming.

Narrator: The cake shop is already gone by the time I come back to the riverside, my only companions being the stars shining in the night sky.

Narrator: Even without the fish lantern, the water still glimmers from the rows of lanterns dangling along the streets.

Narrator: I spot the alga in a corner by the riverbank.

Narrator: The New Year's night air chills to the bone, but the alga stretches far to poke itself out of the water and look for its friend.

Narrator: I see, in the Lantern of Wishes, how the alga has waited for the goldfish year after year just like that, longing for its return.

Narrator: I bet the alga is going to feel really upset if the goldfish can't make it, right?

Narrator: When I open the bag that holds the goldfish, it comes jumping out of the bag and into the water. The goldfish has made it.

Narrator: The goldfish wasn't looking well because it'd been staying in the bag for a long time.

Narrator: As soon as it has landed in the water, the goldfish breathes as hard as it can and circles around the alga.

Narrator: The goldfish is trying to explain to its friend why it came late, how much it has missed it, and how happy it is seeing it.

Narrator: The alga moves with the ripples, its leaves touching upon the goldfish's scales ever so gently. The goldfish leans against the alga, seemingly feeling at ease.

Choose "They finally meet again."

You: It's great that they finally meet again.

Luming: I feel really happy for them, too.

Luming: I love stories with happy endings, but I understand that not every wish comes true, and that not all old friends get to see each other again.

Luming: Now that we're here in Miraland, there is something I want to do to make up for a past regret.

Narrator: The night breeze skims the water under the twilight, dispersing reflections and sending gentle ripples over the surface.

Narrator: I lift my head and suddenly notice that the fish lanterns have been arranged into groups, as if they were swimming across a canvas of starry sky.

Narrator: I think I've seen this before in my dream.

Narrator: They used to be Qin Yi's pet goldfish. They all left him eventually, though, and I wonder if he ever felt sad about it.

Narrator: But the New Year would only be a happy one if he is happy.

Luming: And I wish you a happy New Year, too, [Your Name].

Choose "I'm sure it's going to be a great year for me."

You: I'm sure it's going to be a great year for me, and I'm sure your wishes will come true. Happy New Year, Luming.

Luming: Happy New Year, [Your Name].

Luming: Look, there are still lights up ahead. I wonder if the street opera performance has ended. Since we have granted the goldfish's wish, let's go enjoy the festival.

You: Alright.

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: The lively crowd and the sound of music are not far ahead. Luming and his friend enter a buzzing ocean of lights.

Narrator: Just a few moments ago, when Luming passed by carrying the bag with the goldfish, the melodies of Remembrance of Dreams could be heard through the streets.

Narrator: Curtain drapes are drawn as opera music envelops the audience. Goldfish swim to-and-fro along the stage. The scene is as beautiful as a dream.

Qin Yi: Gone are the good old days... Our love was such but it will never come back...

Narrator: Luming halts in his tracks to the singing. He looks toward the stage just as a fishbowl is smashed into pieces on the carpet amidst the height of tension. The goldfish flails frantically on the thick carpet, desperate for water.

Narrator: Qin Yi notices the young lad in the crowd. Amid the crowd, only his eyes are shining vividly.

Narrator: But Luming stops for only a moment, for he has an important wish to grant.

Qin Yi: I hold no more grudge... For the world is mine for the taking...

Narrator: When the music ends, Qin Yi walks off the stage in a sea of cheers and applause.

Narrator: And gone are the souls, every last one of them, leaving the drip drop of water chilling to the bone.

Yueniang: What happened? Was there something wrong with the music?

Narrator: Qin Yi gives him an ambiguous smile and shakes his head. He looks toward the direction of the young boy, but he is nowhere to be seen.

Qin Yi: It's nothing. I just saw a goldfish.

Yueniang: Huh?

Qin Yi: Another year went by.

Yueniang: ...

Qin Yi: And it is the time that flowers blossom again.

Narrator: Qin Yi is deep in thought, as he always does when New Year comes around. He recalls having seen the young man below the stage before.

Narrator: When Qin Yi looked off the stage at Luming just now, Luming lowers his head to look at the goldfish in the bag in his hand, since it was jumping up and down.

Narrator: Their lines of sight nearly meet, but both their eyes are gleaming with light.

Narrator: At the edge of the stage, flowers blossom on a tree.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#luming #shining nikki #chapter 4 #transcript #cloud #new year #ssr designer #qin yi #goldfish #awaiting bloom #friends #promise #wish #lantern #pond #play #performance

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litgwritersroom · 1 year

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The Final Recoupling (one-shot)

“I got a text!” “Grace, you will be choosing first. Please stand and make your decision.” Suresh felt his heart sink to the floor. This was it. The final recoupling, his final chance to win her back, and he had fucked it up. What was the point? Why did he come here? All he did was make things worse, he thought, and to have to stand here and watch her pick someone else was going to hurt more than anything. Knowing that some other lad would be able to enjoy her, to treat her how he should have. To experience what an amazing person she is, and to be loved by her just like he had. To be able to see how perfect she looked in the mornings, snuggled up in his arms. To witness her beautiful mouth curl into a radiant smile and her big brown eyes glisten whenever she looked at him. To be able to take her on amazing dates, ones that would probably top all of this. His heart belonged to Grace, and now, she was going to choose someone else. She was going to shatter his heart into a million pieces the same as he did to her. At least I deserve it, he thought. He watched as the beautiful, strong woman he once could call his own stood up and took a deep breath. Why does she look so nervous? “Right,” she started, voice shakier than he had ever heard it before. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and before this moment, my head was absolutely gone. I’ve been through so much shit in here, my head was telling me a million different things. But right now, my heart is telling me one thing.” He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t bare to see this happen. Was he supposed to clap and cheer along with the rest of his friends as she chose a future with someone else? She meant everything to him, and without her, he had nothing. His leg was bouncing up and down, hands shaking uncontrollably. This was too much for him to handle. She paused, glancing at the other islanders one by one, until her eyes fell right on him. What the fuck? Without taking her eyes off him, she started speaking again. “I thought I wanted a fresh start when I first came in here.” He felt his heart genuinely skip a beat in his chest, and his breath became caught in his throat. There’s no way… “I was really excited on the first day, to meet some new guys and start a new fairytale romance. But then I saw this boy, and I knew from the moment he first looked at me with those beautiful eyes and charming smile of his that our story was far from being over.” Suresh felt like he was dreaming. How is this happening? There was no way she was taking him back, after everything he put her through. He thought he blew it, he was certain she had moved on. Had she truly forgiven him? Had his plan really worked? “Our time in here has been anything but a fairytale, believe me.” Grace let out a laugh and gave him a hopeful smile that told him everything he needed to know. He saw tears starting to form in her eyes, and before he could help it, he felt one of his one fall from his eye and run down his cheek. “But in the end, regardless of all the shit we’ve put each other through, he will always have my heart. Every time he looks at me, my stomach becomes a flutter of butterflies. Every time he holds me, I feel safe, as if I’m home, where I belong. Every time he says my name, my heart pounds so much I think I might explode. And I would never trade any of those feelings for the world.” Suresh’s single tear had quickly turned into him quietly sobbing into his shirt sleeve. What has she done to me? He never cries, only on the rarest of occasions. But something about Grace had made him softer than ever before. Her, standing here, confessing her love for him, it was all he had ever wanted. All he had ever dreamed of. “I know a lot of you might call me a fool for this, but I don’t care. Although our story is anything but, he makes me feel like I’m in a fairytale. And I never want that feeling to end.” She blinked back a few tears of her own, and suddenly began to walk over to where Suresh was standing. Stopping right in front of him, she grabbed his hands and held them tight, as if she never wanted to let go. He squeezed them back a thousand times harder, feeling exactly the same. “Resh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every thing I put you through. We were never perfect, and I made a lot of mistakes too. You spent your entire time here apologizing to me and trying to prove that you had changed, so now it’s my turn. Losing you was one of the worst things that has ever happened to me as well, and I never want to experience that again. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and we were both stupid enough to forget that the first time around. But I mean it this time Resh, so, if you’ll have me, I’d love to be yours again.” She raised her hand to his face and gently wiped away some of his tears, and in that moment, he was done for. He let go of her hands, pushing her hair behind her ear with one of his own and putting the other around her waist, pulling her in close. He had no words. He stood there, looking at the only person who mattered to him in that moment, trying to wrap his head around what she had just said. He closed his eyes, and felt his lips moving, mumbling out the only word he could form. “Grace,” He opened his eyes and was met with hers again, glistening with tears as she awaited his response. “I love you.” He closed the gap between them, allowing their lips to crash together with an endless amount of passion and desire. He briefly heard the cheers and claps of his fellow islanders, but the noise soon faded as he became enveloped in her. Her scent, her taste, the way she felt in his arms, it was enough to make him weak in the knees. Overwhelmed with every emotion, he became lost in her soft lips. She gently grabbed a fist full of his hair, just as she knew he liked, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. She pulled away, trying to catch her breath. “Is that a yes then?” she asked, voice shakier than before. He let out a soft laugh, and pulled her in to a warm embrace. “Of course, angel. You’re mine. How could I ever say no?” She nestled her face into his neck and he felt her sobbing into him, same as he was before. In between sobs, her heard her mumble one last sentence. “I love you too.” He still couldn’t tell this was real, or if he was dreaming, but in that moment, he knew one thing for sure. He was never going to let go of her again.

#submission

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louiscassettes · 1 year

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lucky again interpretation

even though life is too busy at the moment, i wanted to post my interpretation of lucky again because im absolutely obsessed with this song right now and i need to get it out.

overall, to me this song feels like him talking to his younger self, specifically when he was in 1D, how he lost himself but worked towards finding himself and is now back to his true self again.

1st verse: "you give and give until it's gone away, just tell yourself you've got another day" - he starts off with these lines as an allusion to how he presumably gave the most of himself to the band, writing those many songs by pouring out all his emotions till he might've felt emotionally drained but telling himself he has another day to catch his breath, to get a break.

"you've lived that life, you just don't see it yet, i see how hard you've worked to be yourself" - current louis telling his younger self that he has lived that superstar life and did the insane level of hard work that superstars do but it might be difficult to see then as it all felt very surreal being in the band and being thrust to this level of fame so fast.

pre chorus: "if you believe a guy is Superman, they're selling tickets at the cinema, whatever gets you through the darkest night, just find the light out in the madness, hold tight" - fav lyrics from the song!! but also, this para sort of stumps me a little. from i could gather, it looks younger louis might've believed some guy is the "saviour" (like how superheroes are supposed to be saving people), so he tries to go see him. but maybe he was wrong (note the use of 'if' and 'whatever', used as a tone of dismissal to that previous belief of the guy being some sort of a true helping hand). or i feel it could also be about how louis likes/d marvel/dc and this para could be referring to how it was so mad being in the band, he found someone who he thought of as superman in his head, just to ground him, even though he probably knew it wasn't true. but he needed that false belief to hold on and get himself through the darkest nights of madness.

chorus: "'cause I'm a hard man to lose, but i figured it out, then made my way back to a life I would choose, we werе lucky once, i could be lucky again" - this feels about how he lost sight of himself as an artist after 1D which was hard for him as up until then he probably had a sense of identity regarding everything he did including songwriting in 1D and leading 1D. louis has also mentioned similar sentiments in many interviews after the 1D hiatus and during walls release. he then goes on tell his younger self that he figured out how to come back to the life he wants (to make the kind of music he wants to, go on tour, play the venues that he wants to, sing his own songs to his fans). he is also telling his younger self that they (current and younger louis) were lucky to have had the opportunity of being in 1D (and thus hard launching his career) but he could also be lucky again (with his solo career to have a similar amount of love from fans). the last line of the chorus makes me sob.

2nd verse: "beforе the world, it got so serious; before the time, it got away from us i'll meet you at the favourite subway stop; we grab some food, then meet the lads for one" - his world got serious as he went from being a high school student in a small town to being in the biggest boy band of the decade. louis felt the time getting away from him, slipping through his fingers as he grew up in the haze of being in the public eye (he has similar themes of being afraid of growing up, of change in other songs and interviews). current louis wants to meet the louis he was (before all of the above happened) at his favourite subway stop to just grab some food, take a breath, and probably meet his childhood buddies for one beer (ties in to how he references pubs and night out with his lads in other songs). (the subway stop might have been a hangout spot with his friends and could have a lot of fun pre-fame memories attached, hence "favourite").

"i'm a hard man to find, but you figured it out and I love you for that look back on a time; i was lucky once, i could be lucky again" - the final two lines are almost identical to the lines in the chorus, but with some changes. current louis seems to assure his younger self that was lost that he figured it out and found himself, for which he loves him (himself?). for me, the last line further solidifies this theory of current and past louis for me as he says "look back on a time" = 1D; AND he finally changes the "WE" to "I" in the line "i was lucky once" as throughout the song it seems to progress through his career. like he started from 1D in verse 1 by giving it all, to feeling lost after the band in verse 2 to reaching this stage where his current and past selves meet. i sort of imagine past him walking through the stages of his life and merging with his current self as a form of self acceptance and acknowledgement of everything he has lived through. and lastly, now that the two are one, he refers to himself, current or past, as just "I" (instead of "we"), saying that since he was lucky once, he could be lucky again.

also, his soft voice in the whole song could be how he is talking gently to his past self who current louis knows how lost he is feeling.

anyways, this was soooo long but yeah. love fitf so much and i literally cannot stop playing ever since it came out!!

#i havent had the time to see his interviews so i could have missed out some details maybe #2 more weeks and im gonna be catching up on everything #woohoo #cannot believe i can write this so easily but an eassy for college is kicking my ass so bad #ugh #also ive realised i have so much trouble writing under a word count hmmm #fitf #louis tomlinson #faith in the future #lucky again #lyric interpretation

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emrysthegoodwitch · 1 year

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The Vestige-Dragonborn and the 4th Era Thieves Guild

"Wait wait wait, you said Nocturnal. The Daedric Prince?"

Brynjolf and Karliah turned towards the Dragonborn, their faces slightly confused. Karliah hesitantly replied.

"Yes, is that a problem? Do you have an issue with Daedric Cults?" The once Vestige, looked up at the sky. Taking a deep breathe. How were they supposed to explain this?

"I take no issue with who people choose to worship, there is a slight problem with this entire plan though," before Karliah could inturrupt her again she quickly continued. "I... let's just say...wronged Nocturnal in the past." Images of Summerset and the Clockwork City filled their mind. Old memories of a time long past and sorely missed.

"What do you mean lass/lad, do you worship a daedra Nocturnal doesn't have a good relationship with? Keep in mind I use the term lightly since we are talking about Daedric Princes." Brynjolf's soothing voice echoed through the Nightingale Hideout. The Dragonborn snorted slightly, worship?

"No, I don't worship any gods. Daedric, Aedric, or living." Karliah seemed interested in her turn of phrase. "I wronged Nocturnal, personally a long time ago. She will not want to work with me, and to be honest I don't want to work with her. Trust me, I don't need her 'blessing' to stop Mercer. Even with the Skeleton Key, he is Mortal and he bleeds like you and I."

"With the key he can remake reality around him! We need the blessing!" Karliah seemed desperate almost. "What could you have possibly done to make her hate you?" The Dragonborn shook their head, before speaking.

"I have faith in my abilities, I didn't become Thane in every hold, Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, and defeat Alduin by accident Karliah. If you both feel the need for it, by all means go ask. I will be waiting out here." Their voice was harsh, demanding, something they had learned to do throughout the millenia they had been alive. That wasn't even mentioning the things they accomplished during the 2nd Era. If they could fight Sotha Sil, a living God, while he had the skeleton key; they could take down an egotistical thief easily.

And so they waited, and when the other two came out they seemed to look at the Dragonborn differently.

"I am assuming Nocturnal told you my story?" Their voice was calm, they knew neither of the two would ever treat them the same again. Grief filled them briefly, the other two had been great friends while it lasted.

"Aye lass/lad, she did. Though there was always something different about you so I am not nessasarily surprised. You're still my guild mate and friend so it doesn't change much." Relief filled the Vestige-turned-Dragonborn.

"I am not entirely sure how I feel about this as of yet, let's focus on Mercer." Karliah seemed distant. But they weren't surprised.

So focus they did, and in the end the Dragonborn sent another soul to Sithis. It was a good time, though the questions Brynjolf kept firing at them about history was exhausting.

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sparrowsarus · 9 months

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In which we post the first part of The Blue Knight, while we debate on whether it should be chaptered.

Xenk stood patiently in front of the Lady Protector of Neverwinter, one eyebrow raised.

"Look, I know it's a bit out of your wheelhouse, but Gareth is sick as a dog and can't go. And if anyone could survive being beheaded by an inhuman creature with the audacity to storm into my castle on Highharvesttide and start making demands, it's you."

Xenk's eyebrow arched further. "I was given to understand that the apparition merely suggested a blow, with the same blow returned a year and a day after. It was the youth's choice to attempt to kill a stranger who had harmed no one."

Lady Neverwinter's ears went red. "Well, yes. It isn't behaviour one wishes to see from one's progeny, and we are dealing with it.

But I beg you--please, Sir Yendar. My husband is beside himself, and I'm quite disturbed myself. My baby boy—I know you think us foolish, for protecting him from the consequences of his actions. And perhaps you are right. But he is very sick."

He was—Xenk had seen it. So too had he seen proof that the youth—pale and wan in his bed, but still mannerly—had been shocked that he had been willing to murder a creature without provocation, and was trying to do better. Besides—Xenk had made inquiries, and senseless violence had never seemed to have been the lad’s way; the servants had all seemed shocked by his behaviour, quite out of character—and Xenk wondered if there was not a plot brewing, that he would have to uncover.

"Very well, I will do it."

Lady Neverwinter brightened. "Oh, thank you. We will provision you for your journey, and a donation will be made to any organization of your choosing. May Chauntea bless you, Sir Yendar."

Xenk left early the next day, well provisioned as promised; but his horse remained in the Neverwinter Stables—she was hotblooded and nobly bred, utterly unsuited for the frozen wastes of the far north—and if Xenk indeed died there, he could not be sure she would find her way south to where grass grew again.

So Xenk made his way out of the city, walking alone under a blue and gold sunrise; and he did not look back.

Hours became days, and Xenk made good time to Luskan; the final point before he reached Frozenfar, and the dangers there.

Xenk Yendar feared very little, confident in his abilities; but he knew the dangers of cold and ice, even so early in the season, and the desperate hungry creatures eager for any nourishment. The innkeeper at Luskan, after learning Xenk meant to go to Bryn Shander, shook his head.

“It’ll be an early winter,” he warned. “We’ve had caravans come through with stories about the mountain pass, and that was nearly a tenday ago. If you go up now, you won’t get out till Ches. Do you at least have snowshoes or skis?”

“I have been equipped properly, yes. I thank you for your warning. But my duty lies there, and I must be there by Highharvesttide; if I must stay until spring, then I shall.”

The innkeeper’s warning was given with experience and wisdom; but Xenk decided to enjoy the journey as he could.

He had heard that the land of Icewind Dale was largely brown and grey, devoid of any life; but apparently those travellers had come at a different time, for Xenk saw no evidence of a dull, desolate land. Icewind Dale, despite reports to the contrary, was beautiful. The low shrubbery, though buffeted with the stiff, cold easterlies that seemed to always blow here, was still bright with the brief reds and oranges that preceded the winter storms; and the various serges and grasses were golden.

It wasn’t to last.

Two days out of Luskan, the snow began to fall, heavy and silent. Xenk bundled his furs closer to him, strapped on his shoeshoes, ensured his sword was still easily accessed, and trekked on—even as the snow got thicker, the wind grew colder, and the terrain more treacherous. He made sure he ate a little every hour, and prayed for fortitude as he forced a path through the snow, surrounded at all times by the howling wind. When he stopped for his evening rest, he kept his fire well fed, and he slept in snatches, wary of the things that crept in the tundra and preyed upon foolish travellers, whose sounds could be muffled by the blizzard; and the ever present threat of hypothermia.

In was in this slow, creeping fashion he made it to Bryn Shander; a five day journey stretched to eight, largely devoid of sun and warmth; and the innkeeper took one look at him as he trudged through the door, and instantly escorted him to a room, with the promise of a bath and dinner—both gratefully accepted. After he had eaten and bathed, he promptly threw himself into bed and slept straight through till morning.

The next day, he made inquiries about the blue chapel; but no one seemed to know anything.

“You could ask up at Revel’s End, where the Polar Lady lives,” said one villager, doubtfully. “Mayhap they might know. Go down this road, and keep going north. As long as you stick to the path you’ll be alright. It shouldn’t take you much more than a day to get there, and like as not they’ll see you before you see them.”

Xenk thanked him, and returned to the inn to prepare for what would, hopefully, be the final part of his journey.

He left just as the cold dawn struggled its way into weak daylight, mindful of how short the days were at this time of year, before they disappeared utterly into the polar darkness. The tundra was now covered in snow, and the world was comprised of shades of grey and white.

It was a pleasant enough walk, even with the bulky shoeshoes and the tinted goggles; but tiring, in a way it should not have been, with a clear goal in mind and a test to prepare for.

It took several hours for Xenk to finally spot something on the horizon. As he moved closer, he began to discern the shape of what must be Revel’s End.

Xenk stared at the castle, a small dark shadow against a backdrop of white, blue, and grey, shading into black—night came quickly, here on the shores of the Sea of Moving Ice. Xenk could hear the creaks and cracks of the sea, loud as any city street, and the lonely screams of birds above him. The castle was close, but not close enough; he would have to trek at least an hour to reach it.

The wind was picking up, and he was tired. Hopefully, whoever lived here would provide him with a corner to sleep in and directions, before he went on his way to find the Blue Chapel.

He began to make his way forward, huddled against the wind, when suddenly the shape he had written off as a seabird of some type swooped down and blurred into what Xenk assumed was a humanoid, similarly bundled against the wind.

“It’s further away than it looks,” said the shape. “I’m Doric. Do you want some help?”

Xenk bowed, considering. It was unwise to trust to a stranger in this land; but if they were truly from the castle, it would be foolish to insult them. And he was very tired. "I would be grateful for your assistance, Doric."

"Okay." And suddenly there was an owlbear where once there was a person.

Xenk blinked. Such power—and an owlbear, which he had not known was possible. What else would he find at Revel’s End?

He removed his snowshoes and climbed on, and Doric began to run, fast and silent.

Beyond, the ice creaked.

Doric was fleet of foot, even with the encumbrance of a full-grown man with gear; it took them little time to reach the castle, where a bipedal Doric lead him into a small, somewhat shabby, but cozy room, with—Tyr be blessed—a fireplace, told him to sit, and then left to presumably alert someone to his presence.

Xenk sat. If he was wise, he would look around the room, and take stock of his potential hosts—but the fire was warm. Perhaps if he just—

The door opened and a sturdy looking barbarian woman with a massive waraxe entered.

“Doric says she found you in the snow. State your business here.”

Xenk stood, and bowed. “I am Xenk Yendar, and I come in the place of the young Neverwinter heir in search of the Blue Chapel, and the knight that lives there.”

The woman sighed. “Of course you are. I suppose he was just a kid. Not my problem. Come.”

And with that, she strode out of the room, clearly expecting him to follow.

To Xenk’s surprise, she did not lead him up the stairs; instead, she went further down the hall to a row of solid oak doors. One was open, and she jabbed a thumb at it.

“There’s your room. Unlucky for you, we’ve just had dinner, but we’ll have something sent in. Barek will see to you. If I catch you wandering around before morning it won’t be the Blue Knight that takes your head. Goodnight.”

And with that brusque instruction, she spun on her heel and left. Clearly, she was not a woman given to conversation.

Xenk looked around the room he had been given, while the serving man—Barek— stood by. It was small, but elegantly furnished; certainly more so than the sitting room he had been brought to first had been. But despite the elegance, it also looked comfortable—very unlike many other august bedchambers Xenk had slept in in his long life.

What Xenk was most intrigued by, however, was the copper bathtub, large enough for a man of his size to lay comfortably in, positioned by the low fire, with two knobs and a tray of small soaps and bottles. Indoor plumbing, this far to the north, which even the great castle in Waterdeep lacked; truly, the Polar Lady and her staff was fortunate, but the resources required—

“It’s from the hot spring, Sir Paladin. Aye, I know what you were thinkin’, people always do, when we get visitors. But my lord grew up a poor sailor and my lady’s a fine woman—there’s no waste of good firewood or coal, nor a mistreated dragon in the cellars for you to avenge. The other tap is cold water. Lavatory is that door there; don’t be startled, it’s magic.”

Oh. Well, then. Xenk relaxed, sensing the truth in Barek’s words. “Thank you, good sir.”

“None of that, none of that—Barek is fine. I’ll let you rest, now. My lord has provided you spare garments, and the captain has sent you some boiled linseed oil for your weapons; if you don’t mind, place anything you wish to be washed, and I’ll take it to the laundry before I bring your dinner.”

It took little time for Xenk to unpack and undress, and a short while later the man took his basket of travelstained clothing and departed, leaving Xenk naked in the room. The bathtub gleamed invitingly.

It was every bit as glorious as he had hoped; although the smell of sulphur nagged at his nose, it was worth it for the sensation of being immersed in hot water at will, leaching out the final chill in his bones; and to be clean, finally clean, and to have the time and space to care for his hair properly, as someone had apparently had time to note the texture and had thoughtfully left an assortment of care products for his use. He spent longer than he should have simply soaking; but the journey had been cold and arduous, and not a little lonely; Xenk would be warm while he could. He leaned back in the bathtub, and closed his eyes.

He must have dozed; for the next thing he knew, the water had become tepid, and there was a knocking at the door.

“You decent?” called a voice, who was not Barek.

“I am not. One moment, please.” Xenk removed himself from the bath and hurriedly dried himself, throwing on the undergarments and trousers he had been left. They were slightly tighter than he preferred; but they would do. He eyed the shirt, but decided it would be too tight.

“I apologize, I must have dozed—” he began as he opened the door, and came face to face with the bluest eyes he had ever seen, and a grin that one could only describe as rakish.

“Not a problem. I brought you food,” and here the man—for it was a man— nodded toward the covered plate he was carrying. “And I have instructions to make sure you’re comfortable and don’t intend to try and kill us all, or your head will be stuffed and mounted as a battle trophy. From my good wife and Captain Kilgore, respectively. I’m Ed, by the way—Seamaster Edgin Darvis, Consort of Her Grace, The Polar Lady, Captain of The Dragon’s Maw, if you want to get technical. Can I come in?”

Xenk stepped aside, and Ed headed for the small desk in the corner, depositing the plate on it. Xenk suddenly realized how hungry he was.

“Sit and eat, we aren’t formal here.” Ed moved out of the way with a gesture, and Xenk, for the second time that day, sat as instructed, and turned his attention the food—which appeared to be some kind of stew, heavy with the scent of spices; and Xenk wondered how such a remote place managed to acquire such expensive southern goods as nutmeg and clove. But it was good, hearty and warming. “Thank you,” he said politely, between mouthfuls. “You have been very kind to me, and I will not encroach upon your hospitality very long.”

The man waved him away. “Idiocy. The chapel’s close—don’t look at me like that, Holga told me about your quest—and you may as well stay the three days till Highharvesttide until you need to go there. And very well after, if this weather holds. And it’s not just me saying it! I get my orders from Herself, and she’s got opinions on that sort of thing.”

Ed had a lovely smile when talking about his lady wife, Xenk noticed. “The Polar Lady is very kind. Have you been wed long?”

“Zia’s the finest woman to bless the earth, that’s for certain. It’ll be ten years this Greengrass, and I’m the luckiest man alive. When you see her tomorrow, you’ll see why. Here, let me take your bowl, and I’ll let you sleep. G’night!”

And Ed left, taking his bowl with him. The room felt strangly empty without his presence.

Xenk turned away from the door, removed the borrowed trousers, and crawled into bed.

"I have received two gifts today." Slowly, Xenk withdrew the blue sash.

Ed looked at the sash, then at Xenk, and smiled. Xenk’s stomach flipped over again.

" Well, far be it from me to withdraw a favour. I'm not a tyrant. But you’ll need something more more substantial for the wind. I'll send you up a cloak for tomorrow--it gets cold on the hill. See you in the morning!"

And with that, Edgin walked away, whistling cheerfully; while Xenk stood there, a Lady’s favour in his hand and the promise of a Lord’s on the morrow.

#dnd honor among thieves #dndhat

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flamingredanon · 2 years

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Quick AU where Terrence has future vision.

Terrence hated this. He had the power to see into the future, which one would think would be perfect for a leader of a criminal organization. Yet, it never seemed to work out. Getting the best outcomes sometimes required odd or nonsensical actions, confusing the clan. If he let people in on his predictions, they either didn't believe him, or choose not to follow the prediction thinking it'll come true regardless. Only Wilford actually listened to him, and he wasn't here.

The leader sighed, if this kept up they'll be in trouble. What's going to happen to the clan? No one could be certain. Unless...

Terrence typically tries not to look really far ahead. He didn't like spoiling life for himself, but he felt he needed to in this case. He had to know what was in store for him and the clan.

He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pushed. He pushed further and further, years. The darkness cleared, but not one light of the future showed, but several. This was odd, typically he would only see the most likely outcome or one he was intentionally looking for. He took a peek into one of these lights and saw a young man with snow white hair...

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Five minutes later:

"Copperass!"

Reginald: *Sigh* what is it THIS time "chief"?

Terrence with a forced smile: You know what? You're right. I think you would make a great leader! I'm stepping down and leaving the clan. Here's my hat! I think you'll do great!

Reginald dumbfounded: I-I...I'm happy you've come to your senses. I have big plans for the cl-

Terrence: Yeah yeah you do you. Well good luck Reg.

Terrence laughed manically while leaving: God help you twink. God. Help. You.

Reginald: ????

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It had been years since Terrence stepped down from the clan, now living the quiet life as a farmer in the middle of nowhere Canada.

As Terrence was pulling up some carrots from his garden, his cell phone started ringing and a very old name he thought he would never see again popped up.

"Long time, no hear, Reggie."

Reginald found himself mumbling at first, before clearing his throat and speaking up.

"First of all, I'm sorry for not believing in your abilities."

"Thank you for apologizing."

"And second of all, YOU KNEW ABOUT HENRY COMING AND WHAT HE WOULD PUT US THROUGH!?"

Terrence just gave a hum as he responded to Reginald with his own question.

"You fellows are all in space right?"

"Yes... yes we are."

"So this Henry with the help of your shiny Right and some red hair woman were able to help repel the Government and get my old space station idea launched. So why complain?"

"BECAUSE RIGHT WAS ON DEATH'S DOOR AND BECAME A CYBORG, HENRY TOOK MY LEADERSHIP-"

"I'm pretty sure that you gave your leadership to that lad in an attempt to not be fed to the Government instead of just offering him a safe place in the clan."

"Shut it."

"Did you call me just to yell at me about knowing what could happen to you and the Toppats?"

Terrence just heard the phone hang up, letting out a chuckle as he resumed his carrot pulling.

#lizzyask #terrence suave #reginald copperbottom #future vision #yelling

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thefanciestborrower · 2 years

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Saw that character asks post, and now I gotta know more about these lads!

May I perhaps ask 1 and 12 to Ben,

And 1, 7, and 14 to James?

Also, I’m very curious if #84 had any special significance, and why you chose it!

Ben:

1. Tell us a little bit about yourself!

Sup guys! I’m Ben, and I’m one of the craziest people you’re ever likely to meet. No really, I’m pretty sure I am. I mean, not many other guys would be willing to sing on a table in front of all their friends or dive down a giant’s throat, and therefor that makes me special. I love acting, gaming, and hey if you’ve got YouTube then you should totally check out my stuff because I am ALWAYS looking to up that follower count. It’s mostly original shorts and things, but I think if enough people start spreading my work I could really make it big. What else what else...oh! I can play harmonica, which is a skill few have mastered and I am very proud of it.

12. What’s your favorite part of being nommed?

Well what’s not to like! I mean, sure some of my friends think I’m a bit weird for enjoying it so much, but I think they’re secretly just jealous I’ve got the best spot to nap and play splatoon between classes. It’s warm, soft, and call me crazy, but even the slime is pretty fun once you get used to it. Plus I get to mess with James and listen, seeing how embarrassed I can get him with a few simple little pokes to his stomach is always a highlight of my day.

James:

1. Alright, pred, tell us a little bit about yourself!

Hey everyone, my name is James, and I guess the most interesting thing about me is that I play football. It’s...more of a hobby than anything really, but I love the exercise and it’s a great way to make friends. My favorite thing to do if I ever end up with some free time though is taking care of my plants. It’s a little silly and boring sounding maybe, but for me it’s also very relaxing. Which I think is important you know? I mean, I like hanging out with my friends, but I need my alone time as well from time to time. I also really like cooking and eating new foods. Again, that’s also more of a hobby than something serious, but there’s just something so fun about creating, well, art, with something most people take for granted.

7. How does your favorite prey react to being eaten?

Oh, you mean Ben? He’s practically crawled down my throat on multiple occasions and I think that about sums up how he feels about the whole process. He’s pretty wiggly too, and while I’d be lying if I said the movement didn’t feel nice, sometimes it makes him a little hard to swallow. Mm, he’s also loud. Like, really loud. The second he realizes he’s about to be eaten he either launches into extremely dramatic ‘oh woe is me’ mode, or starts cackling like a madman. Not great for when I’m trying to avoid attention I’ll say that much. Even after I’ve got him down he practically never stops moving or talking, even in his sleep, and it can be pretty distracting when I’m trying to study. Would not recommend eating him before a test I’ll say that much.

14. When being a pred, do you take your time? Or do you like to hurry the process along?

Well, I suppose I tend to take my time. That is, I don’t really like to eat someone as fast as possible often. I’ve done it before of course for games and such, but sometimes that means they’ll get stuck or I end up with a sore throat, and it just...isn’t a fun experience. But I definitely eat faster than some other friends of mine, so maybe I’m somewhere in the middle? It’s hard to say. I do enjoy savoring Ben in particular when I can though. He tastes so good and...gosh this is embarrassing, but sometimes I’ll get cravings specifically for him you know? And when that happens I definitely go a lot slower than normal.

Okay okay now get ready for this dump of American football knowledge I gained through my extensive hour of research lol and my reasoning behind choosing #84 for James’s jersey.

So apparently, those numbers on the players jerseys actually tell you what position they play! I thought it was like, idk, a way to keep track of how many people you had in the whole team or something hwjhfdhbd but NO!

Anyways after talking with a friend of mine who is very knowledgeable about the physical attributes you need for different sports ball positions, we decided James is a tight end. Basically, in the most basic terms possible, they’re the players that are big enough to block linebackers and defensive ends but athletic enough to run fast and catch passes. They also tend to be on the taller side. So the number on his jersey is basically just there to tell you what he plays

I think there was some change that happened in 2021 that redid the number system but honestly I don’t care that much lol. Most stuff said 80-89 is the correct range for a tight end so I went and picked 84. Idk why that number specifically, it just felt nice

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