#like i get their base runes but she had WAY MORE than i thought she was gonna give me

[angelst4re]

So It Goes- Jace Wayland x Reader

୨♡୧ this is the first (and longest) Jamie fic i ever wrote, jace literally owns me. i wanted to post it when my tags started working again but i don't think that's gonna happen :( so reblogs are very much appreciated!! :) <3 UPDATE: MY TAGS WORK AGAIN!!!!

୨♡୧ warnings: NSFW!! smut, oral (f and m recieveing), praise and degradation, jace being jace, spitting, shower sex?, inexperienced reader, experienced jace (ofc), innocence kink?, possibly breeding kink? p0rn with a bit of plot, i could add to this forever, enemies to lovers?, based on a taylor swift song (so it goes IS jace's song, just listen to it!!)

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From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew you were going to have an impact on his life. He would never say he believed in love at first sight, but it would explain a lot. The way he got excited when you entered the room, he felt himself blush when you’d speak to him, anything you’d do would make him wish for a chance to be yours. But he knew that could never happen, to love is to destroy. 

The first time you met Jace, you could tell instantly that he hated you- despised you, even. You could hear him sigh whenever you entered the room, as if he was already bored by your presence, he’d look the other way when you tried to talk to him. Isabelle had told you he was like this, but you refused to believe this was his normal behaviour. 

You arrived at the Institute a couple of months ago, your family had been friends with the Lightwoods for years, so when you were made to leave your hometown you were told to go there. It was rather nice, but it wasn’t home. Jace made it obvious that it wasn’t your home. 

When the Institute was informed of a large-scale demon attack down in the city, Jace had demanded you stay here ‘she’s too young, she’s not as well-trained as us. She’ll make us fuck it up.’ Oh, how you hated him- but a part of you could never hate him, you were intrigued by everything he did, everything he said, how he fought like he had a death wish, there was a part of you that admired him, maybe even loved him. But he would never feel the same way. 

Once, when it was Jace’s turn to train with you, you had tripped and almost knocked him down with you, but he had caught you by the waist. There was something about the way he touched you that day that told you he may not hate you, maybe it was just more of a dislike. But his hands lingered on your waist for longer than they should have, and as you turned around it took everything inside him, all his strength and self control, to stop himself from kissing you. 

“What do you mean? I’ve fought before-”

“And you almost got yourself killed, y/n.” Jace stated, picking all the  blades he would need for this fight, “I don’t want to risk that- risk you getting us all killed, okay? Just stay here. Leave it to us.” 

“But she’s been training with us for months now! I’m sure she has it in her!” Isabelle said, grinning as she handed you some weapons. 

“No.” Jace demanded again, taking the weapons from you, what is his problem, you thought. 

“Jace, Isabelle’s right. She’s been trained now, she knows what to do.” Alec added. 

Jace sighed, it looked like he was deep in thought. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. 

“Fine.” He said, handing you another blade, “but if she gets us killed-”

“I won’t!” You groan, loading your belt up with weapons. 

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The fight ended pretty badly. Shadowhunters from all over the country had come to help, it was believed that this was another attack from Valentine. So far, the death count was at 6. Alec was leaning over Isabelle, drawing the healing rune on her as quickly as possible. Her entire left arm was covered in blood, but selfishly all Jace could think of was you. Where were you? Were they going to find you dead or alive? He knew he should never have let you come with him. 

With Isabelle now healed, Alec helped her up and they wandered over to Jace who was sat on the ground, covered in dirt and blood. 

“We should head back,” Alec began, “the suns rising, they won’t come back-”

“Where’s y/n?” Isabelle interrupted, turning to look around. But you were nowhere to be found. 

“Probably dead.” Jace murmured, rising to his feet, “I said she shouldn’t have come with us.”

“We’re going back to the Institute, I need to get Isabelle to the infirmary, why don’t you stay and look for her?” 

“Why should I?” Jace huffed, “she’s not my probl-”

“Jace, she may not be your problem, but if she’s dead that will be our problem.” Alec said, sternly, “and also, if you wouldn’t be so arrogant all the time, you would’ve noticed the way she looks at you.”

And they were gone. 

Jace stayed for longer than he would want to admit, looking for you. Holding his breath as he came to a pile of dead bodies, he prayed that one of them wouldn’t be you. And they weren’t. He had been searching for almost half an hour, and there was no sign of you. His heart dropped and he felt a lump in his throat. He told you to stay behind. He didn’t want you to get hurt, knowing how much that would hurt him. 

Soon enough, he gave up looking. He just accepted that you had been killed and possibly turned to dust, or something along those lines. Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe because he’s always such a dick, of course you won’t do as he tells you. As he walked back to the Institute he was filled with regret, it became overwhelming. He wished he hadn’t gave the impression that he disliked you, as it was far from the truth. The truth was that he was just scared. He had never felt the way he feels about you with any other girl before, it terrified him. He would do anything for you, but you wouldn’t do the same. 

Once he got back to the Institute, he checked on Izzy in the infirmary. Alec had informed Jace that Magnus Bane would be paying her a visit, as the runes didn’t have enough power to heal her fully. Jace knew how Alec felt about Magnus, along with how Magnus felt about Alec. He simply nodded and left, making his way to his room. 

As he approached his room, he noticed his door was slightly open. Flooded with panic- which always turned into adrenaline for Jace- he grabbed a blade from his belt and slowly pushed the door open. His eyes widened as he saw who was waiting for him. 

“Y/n?” The blade fell to the floor and he rushed over to you, you had a similar problem to Isabelle, yet yours was less severe. Your arm had been caught, possibly clawed by a demon. “What are you doing here?” 

“Alec didn’t want me seeing Isabelle’s-”

“When did you get here?” 

“Just after the others… Jace I need your help,” you motioned towards your arm, “I didn’t want to ask Alec and I can’t draw runes very well with my other hand-”

Wasting no time, Jace reached for his stele and gently held onto the underside of your arm as he drew the mark on your injury. He felt you suck in your breath as he drew over the wound. 

“It’s okay,” he comforted you, “you’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.” 

He barely had time to realise what he had just said, too busy trying to not screw up the mark, as a slight whimper left your mouth, causing his body to stiffen. 

The air in the room had seemed to have thickened. As Jace finished the rune, he looked up at you with a gentle smile as if to say ‘all done.’ This was the first time he had ever smiled at you. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching up to his face to wipe off some of the dirt, “Jace, you're filthy!” 

He was going to something back, maybe along the lines of ‘i can be if you want’, but instead he leaned in towards you. The feeling of your skin on his drove him crazy, he had been craving it for months and now he finally had it he couldn’t hold back. Your lips brushed against each other, and you felt him swallow hard before tangling his hand into your hair and pulling you close, kissing you as if he would never kiss again. 

Neither of you could quite believe what was happening, and neither of you wanted to stop. It was as if your prayers had been answered, you could not ask for anything more than this, than him. 

“Jace,” you whisper as he pulls back for air. You were going to say something but he cut you off. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confesses, “when I couldn’t find you after the battle in the city I assumed you…” he couldn’t seem to say it, the one simple word. As if saying it would make it become true, “and it made me regret everything, I should’ve told you sooner, I shouldn’t have been such a dick towards you. I’m sorry, y/n.”

You couldn’t believe what he had said, he didn’t hate you and he even apologised? Jace wasn’t one to apologise very often, Alec had mentioned once. He’d always be so honest, even if it meant being mean. 

Without replying to him, you pulled him back towards you again, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours. His tongue swiped on your bottom lip as he tugged on your hair, causing you to gasp, your mouth opening enough for him to slip his tongue in, deepening the kiss. Everything about this felt so intimate, you had never been kissed this way before. It had even caused tingles in your lower belly, and you knew there was only one way to relieve yourself of them. 

As Jace’s hands slipped under your t-shirt, you knew how this was going to go. Thinking quickly, you pulled back from the kiss and smirked, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Why don’t we take a shower?” Your tone was very suggestive, there was no way in hell that Jace would turn you down. 

“Sounds great, I was going to mention how you smell like pond water- Hey!” You smacked his shoulder playfully, standing up from his bed and taking his hand, leading him into his bathroom. 

Once you shut the door, you pushed Jace against it, making sure to lock it before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level and crashing your lips together once more. This time was a lot more heated, as Jace played with the hem of your shirt, before lifting it up and over your head, breaking the kiss briefly and throwing it to the floor. You could tell he was quite experienced by the way he easily unclasped your bra, making you feel slightly worried- you had only slept with one boy, and he only lasted two minutes. 

As your bra fell to the floor, Jace pulled back from the kiss, his mouth now kissing down your chest, to your breasts and finally your nipples. They quickly hardened with arousal as Jace’s lips wrapped around them, your hands stroking his hair as your mouth fell open. You had never been so turned on. You needed him, now. 

“Jace,” you whimpered, “I thought we were gonna take a shower?” 

“We will, darling. But you want this, right?” He checks, you tell him how you’ve never wanted anything else more in your entire life, only boosting his ego- in the moment, you couldn’t care less. 

As Jace pulled away again, you felt cold at the lack of his touch. He started undressing, leaving both your clothes a messy pile on the tiled floor. As you began to undo your belt and slide your jeans down your legs, his hands stopped you. He took your hands and lifted them away as his hands slipped into your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear, throwing them to the side. 

As he went to turn on the water, you noticed that you were both bare, exposed in front of each other. He motioned his finger ‘come here’, and so you followed him. He took your hand as he pulled you into the shower with him. You couldn’t help but giggle as the water fell on the both of you, it was rather cold- Jace noticed this and reached over you, as he pulled back the water started to become warmer. 

You both stood and admired each other, you took in the scars on his skin, old wounds that would have possibly been fatal for any ordinary human. As he looked at you, he was also drawn to your scars, but also your curves. He couldn’t help but rest his hand on your hip, then his eyes betrayed him and you caught him staring between your legs. 

Slightly flushed in embarrassment, you picked up his shampoo bottle. Pouring some into your left hand, you spun around him, so he was now under the water, facing the wall as you ran your fingers through his hair, working the shampoo in and washing out the dirt and blood that had dried in his blonde locks. As it washed out in the water, you couldn’t help but watch in awe as his hands ran through his hair, the way he always did. 

Then it was your turn. After pouring the shampoo into his hands, Jace pulled you close against him as his fingers ran through your hair, he massaged your scalp as he worked in the shampoo. It felt too good. As he accidently caught a knot in your hair, you let out a small gasp and he chuckled, wanting to tug on your hair again- but he decided to save that for later. 

He took the bottle of body wash from the small shelf in his shower and worked it into his hands, before rubbing it across your body. 

“Sorry, love, but you’re going to have to smell like me.” He couldn’t help but start at your breasts, massaging them with the bubbles, before working down your arms, neck, stomach, back- and finally, your legs. As he washed your legs, he got down on his knees. You almost moaned at the sight of it. He poured out some more body wash and began washing your left thigh, moving down to your knee, then your calf, your ankle, and foot. He then repeated this on your other leg. As he washed you, he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your pussy, you were practically dripping. 

He quickly finishes, standing again as you now start to wash him. You feel as his body eases under your touch, your hands move from his back to his arms, making sure to clean all the dirt from his skin. You’d never imagine Jace being this vulnerable with someone, but this wasn’t anyone, this was you. You moved down, now to his legs, you try your hardest not to look between his legs, knowing how it’ll make you feel, so you carry on down his legs. 

Despite your inexperience in bed physically, you had come up with many scenarios in your mind. One of them was riding Jace’s thigh, and as your hand rubbed the bubbles into his skin, your mouth was practically watering at the thought all over again. 

“All done,” you smile, standing back up again. Saying no more, Jace pushes you against the wall, his hands on your waist as the water continues to fall on you both. He connects your lips once more, the last time had been more desperate, now this was full of love, passion, want. 

You bring your arms to wrap around his neck again, partially for balance. His kisses trail from your lips to your jaw and down your neck, where you feel him begin to nibble the skin, sure to leave some bruising for tomorrow. 

“Can I go down on you?” He asks against your neck, his kisses now moving down to your collarbone, “please?” 

This completely threw you off, Jace was asking to go down on you?

“Please. Nobody’s ever done that before.” You confess. He lifts his head back up, giving you a look that says ‘seriously?’. 

“Then I’ll be the first, darling. You’ll never forget it.” He says, smirk spreading across his face as he kisses down your chest to your tummy, and gets back down on his knees again. You feel those familiar tingles as he spreads your legs, placing one of them up on his shoulder. “If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, sweetheart. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod your head, biting down on your lip as you feel his fingers begin to spread your folds, his mouth placing a delicate kiss on your clit. His tongue then began to lick around the nub, gently flicking it up and down as you groaned, your hand coming down to his head. His mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked slowly, stopping for a moment and then sucking again. You felt your core clenching down on nothing, you wished he’d slip a finger into you, but one of his hands was wrapped around your thigh, holding you in place, and the other was holding your hand. 

You were left gasping for air as you felt his teeth graze your clit, the new sensation clouded your brain, it seemed the only words you were now capable of saying were ‘Jace’ and ‘please’. This only encouraged him to tease you further. He wanted to ruin you for any other man, make sure that nothing could ever compare to the pleasure he gave you. 

As he started sucking on your clit again, you began grinding down on his face. Then you felt your stomach tighten, this was more intense than any orgasm you had ever given yourself with just your fingers. You hadn’t yet realised you were holding your breath, but as you came on his face you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan. 

“Holy shit,” you heard Jace say from between your thighs. His fingers now toying with your clit, causing you to squirm from the overstimulation. “I’ve never made anyone squirt before, that was insane!” He grins, wiping his face as he rises to his feet again. He notices you burying your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot.” He says, moving your hands away from your face, cupping your cheek as he places a kiss on your lips, causing you to taste yourself. As he pulled you closer to him, in attempt to deepen the kiss, you slightly pushed him back, plucking up the courage to ask him-

“Can I go down on you?” 

He eagerly nodded his head.

“Only if you want to, of course.” He says. 

“I want to try it. I’ve never done it before.” You say, settling yourself on your knees in front of him. Before you reach your hand out to touch him, he stops you- you worry that you’ve already done something wrong and look up at him. 

“What have you done before, darling?” He asks, not a single hint of judgement in his voice as he strokes your cheek again. 

“Only the actual… act.” You explain, “it didn’t last very long, either.” 

He frowns, looking down at you sympathetically. 

“Poor baby,” if this was in any other situation, you would’ve smacked him. But right now wasn’t the time, “it’s okay, I’ll teach you.” He says, removing his hands from you. You take his cock in your hand, although it was too big for just one hand. You begin pumping it in your fist, but you worried this wouldn’t be enough, “if you want, you could use your mouth,” Jace says between pants. Like him, just the sight of you on your knees for him was enough to make him cum. You take the tip of him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out. You hear him moan your name, knowing you must be doing something right, you continue your actions. 

Soon, deciding you wanted to change it up again, you attempt to take his entire length in your mouth, although you ended up gagging after taking just over half of him. His hand comes down to your wet hair, stroking your head, telling you to only do what you’re comfortable with- but after giving you the best orgasm of your life, you feel like you owed him this. 

So you try again, hollowing your cheeks and you manage to take more of him down your throat. His hand comes down to hold you in place, forgetting in the moment that this is your first time and that he should be gentle, but you didn’t want him to hold back. You gagged around him again, and he quickly removed his hand, cursing himself and apologising to you. But all you did was take his hand again, putting it back where it was and looking up at him as if to say ‘it’s okay.’

You suspected he was close, words fell from his mouth such as ‘good girl, taking my cock like this’, ‘your mouth feels like heaven’, ‘look at you, with my cock stuffed down your throat’, ‘my pretty little slut’. You loved hearing the words that came from his mouth, they only pushed you into taking him further, desperate for him to cum in your mouth. 

“I’m gonna cum, darling.” He warns you, but to his surprise you only suck harder on him, needing to taste him. 

He was pushed over the edge when you looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded, he had never seen anything like it. The way you took his cock, every last inch, into your mouth. You felt his cum start to leak out into your mouth- to your surprise it tasted quite pleasant, unlike what your friends described it as, but maybe it was just because it was Jace. 

You swallowed every last drop, taking him out of your mouth when you knew you’d worked him through his high. You opened your mouth for him, showing him how you had taken his seed. All he could do was moan, and smile down at you. 

You stood back up, holding onto him for support as your knees ached. You were so desperate for him to fuck you now, you felt your hips grinding into his without you even realising it. 

“I need you,” you whisper against his neck, peppering him with kisses, “I need you to show me what it’s like to get fucked properly.” 

Your words seemed to have the same effect on him as his did on you, as you heard his breath hitch and his hands grabbed your hips. 

“Then I don’t think we should do it in the shower, baby.” He says before he turns the water off and helps you step out of the shower. He reaches for a couple towels, wrapping you up in one and him in the other as he leads you back to his room. You begin to dry yourself as he goes to double lock the door- you guess that he had been walked in on before. You try not to think too hard about Jace’s love life. 

Once you were dried, you didn’t bother getting dressed, you just laid back on Jace’s bed like he instructed you to do. He smirked when he came back and saw you doing what he had asked. 

When he was dry, he joined you on the bed. Leaning on top of you as he connects your lips again, his hand coming down to cup your heat. 

“You touch yourself, right?” He asks, to which you nod your head. Afraid that opening your mouth will cause you to moan out loudly again, “of course you do,” he smirks, “I’ve heard you late at night. Such a dirty girl… show me.” He whispers, leaning back, his eyes on you. 

You try to catch your breath, but it was impossible in this situation. Your right hand moves down your body, reaching where you need him the most. You rubbed your clit with your middle finger in tight circles, small gasps leaving your mouth as Jace just chuckled. 

“You can do better than that.” Jace states, and you begin to go faster, feeling as your stomach tightens, you bite down on your free hand to stop the moans and whimpers spilling out, but he moved it, “I need to hear you, love.” He says. 

As you were on the edge on another orgasm, Jace takes your hand in his, making you whine beneath him. He just continues to smirk, enjoying the sounds you make for him. Sounds you’ve made only for him.  

“Jace,” you whisper, your hand tangling in his damp hair as his mouth comes down to your nipples again, “I need you.”

“Where, darling?”

“Inside me. Need to feel you here.” You say, taking one of his hands and placing it on your belly. It’s as if you flipped a switch, he licks over your hardened bud once more before spreading your legs apart for him as far as they could go, his cock pressing against you as his hand holds your hip. 

“You ready?” He asks, his thumb stroking where he held your hip. 

“Yes,” you moan, wanting to just take him and shove him inside you already. 

You knew it would hurt, the size of him and your experience wouldn’t go well together, but you seemed to forget he was also rather experienced. As he begins to push himself into you, he whispers praises into your ear and he kisses down your neck. 

“Taking me so well, good girl. I know you can do it.” He says, your eyes were screwed shut as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it when you were in discomfort. But once he was fully in, he paused for a moment, kissing you on the lips before telling you, “I’ll move when you’re ready, okay? Just let me know when.”

You were so grateful for how caring he had become in this moment, the thought of losing you had made him appreciate you more. He was so careful with you, but once you were both comfortable enough, you wanted that to change. 

“You can move.” You whisper into his ear, and he begins to move his hips, thrusting himself in and out of you. Rubbing against your walls deliciously, each time you clenched around him you heard him groan slightly. 

As his pace quickened, you let go of his hair and flopped against his mattress, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You had truly never felt anything like it. The way he angled his hips caused him to brush against the special spot inside of you, causing your vision to blur and your mind to become fuzzy. 

“Feels good?” Jace asks, knowing it clearly felt wonderful. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Taking me so well.” 

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you feel a sudden pressure on your lower stomach and you look up to see Jace pressing down with his hand. Each time he thrusted into you, you felt like you were going to explode. 

Drunk off the feeling of his cock, you look into his eyes. It was such an innocent thing to do, but the words that were about to leave your mouth were far from it. 

“Jace,” you said between breaths, “I need you to cum inside me, please, please, need you to fill me up, all the way…” You trail off as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, reaching deeper into you than you thought was possible.  

“Look at you beginning for my cum,” he chuckles, his voice dripping in lust, “sweet little whore, wanting me to show her how it feels to get fucked right, now wanting me to fill her up.” His words only made you worse, you couldn’t think straight as you clenched around him even more, “so desperate, aren’t you, darling? But you asked so nicely. Make a mess on my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, okay?” 

You nod your head, not knowing what you had agreed to exactly, but if Jace was offering something who were you to turn it down?

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He says, leaning over you again, his arm beside you, supporting him. You do as you're told, and he spits into your mouth. You hold it there for a moment before swallowing, opening your mouth again to show him you had indeed swallowed it. 

Eager to make you finish before him, he pushes himself back up and begins toying with your clit again, knowing how sensitive it had now become, pinching it, rubbing it between his fingers, rubbing it in tight circles, trying to figure out what you like best. 

“Jace!” You gasp, “I’m gonna…”

“Do it. Cum around my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, darling.” He pants. 

And before you know it, your body begins to squirm underneath him as you see white. You can only moan out his name and profanities. Your head was thrown back, your arms coming up lay on the pillows beside you. Jace lifts you by the hips, holding you as close as he possibly can before letting himself go inside of you. He holds you there for a moment whilst he comes undone, as if you’ll disappear if he lets go of you. 

“Jace,” you whisper, his body collapsing beside yours.

“Holy shit.” He gasps, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. “Y/n, I love you. I have done since I first met you, I was just… scared. Scared you wouldn’t like me back. I know this is a lot to take in but-” 

“I love you too,” you giggle, still coming down from the pure ecstasy he had gave to you, “I… I can’t think straight right now, baby. Let’s talk about it later. Right now I just want to cuddle.” You say, snuggling up to his chest. 

“I guess I quite literally fucked your brains out.” Jace said, earning a half-hearted slap on the shoulder from you. “Sorry.” He added, his fingers playing with your damp hair as you fell asleep on his chest.

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[satorugojooo]

~Annoying roommates~

A/n: since we start to get more informations based on Kaveh, I couldn't stop thinking at how he and Al Haitham get along taking the fact that Kaveh was invited by Cyno to have a meal together with Tighnari and Collei and the whole time he complained about his annoying roommate (Al haitham) so here's Al haitham x gn!reader together with Kaveh!

Pairings: Al haitham x gn!reader

Warnings: none, maybe some nicknames but that's all also this is written before the release of Sumeru, so I apologize if the characters are written kinda oc. Also sumeru spoilers?

You were sitting together with Cyno, Tighnari and Collei at a table at a local restaurant waiting for a famous architect.

"So when did Kaveh say that he would come?" Tighnari asked and Cyno shrugged.

"He said he would be here but he's surely taking his sweet time." he said and all of a sudden you felt an arm on your shoulder.

"Hello hello ladies and gentleman's!" Kaveh said and you looked at him.

"So you finally thought of joining us huh, what about Al haitham? Had a rough time with him?" you asked knowing that these two surely started arguing like 2 monkeys.

"Ah my dear y/n you don't even want to know what your ass of a boyfriend did to me, on top of the fact that I wanted to rearrange his boring home, he even said it looks way better this way than my wonderful plan. How dare he." he said and you giggled.

"I see everything is alright then, now now, we shall get our orders right?" you said and Cyno nodded calling the waiter to receive your orders. After you all ordered something Cyno looked at Kaveh.

"So Kaveh, I heard your still struggling after you build the Palace of Alcazarzaray, didn't you manage to get in touch with the Akademiya? I'm sure they would help knowing that you planned and build on your own funds the prettiest building in sumeru." he said and Kaveh scoffed.

"No what I did it was for the city, I don't need anything from the Akademiya plus I can get back on my own soon enough, if I only could move away from that dopey gorilla it would be 10 times better." he said and you saw how Tighnari and Collei tried to hold their laughter while Cyno was... Stoic as always but you saw a hint of amusement even in his eyes.

"Oh c'mon Kavi, Al Haitham isn't that bad right, plus he offered to help you I think that's very good." you said while sipping some orange juice.

"Don't even get me started, I tell you y/n if you ever plan to live with this man get ready to respect his rules. This monkey won't even allow me to make noise when he's in his study saying that 'he needs full concentration for his ancient runes' I tell you, not those runes are ancient, he's the ancient one here, I bet even the ruin guards are more fun to hang around, and that time I tried to cook for him and ended up burning the eggs? He reminds me of that time even now, not to talk about how his house is just full of books and all sort of stone tablets with runes, my head will explode once from all the stuff he has there and when I tell him that we should throw some things he gives me a death glare and that's it, the audacity he has... "Kaveh started complaining and you all had to give your best not to laugh at this poor man's hardships.

When you were done with the meal you all started talking.

"Thank you so much for this Cyno, it was really fun hanging out around old classmates!" you said and he gave you a small smile.

"It was my pleasure, now Tighnari you should probably head back to the forest camp, please take care of Collei on the way." Cyno said and Collei huffed.

"Mr. Cynooo I'm not a kid anymore I can take care of myself even without Mr. Tighnari's help!" she said and you smiled.

"Still wandering at night trough the forest can be dangerous collei, you both take care!" you said and Tighnari smiled.

"Don't worry, we will be careful, good night, we will see each other soon!" he said as he and Collei left.

"I should probably head back to the Akademiya too, I still have some things I need to take care of." Cyno said and you smiled.

"Take your time Cyno, after all your a human as well." you said and he nodded.

"I will don't worry, good night and in case any of you see Al Haitham wish him my regards." he said leaving. You looked at Kaveh and smiled.

"I know you don't want to hear this but, let's go back to Al Haithams place okay?" you said and he frowned putting his head on the table. You couldn't stop your laughter this time and you started to laugh.

"Why are you so mean to me sis..." he said and you just got up.

"I'm not but, we better head back now, I still have to give Al Haitham some papers and you certainly shouldn't wander on the streets at night." you said and he nodded.

The way to Al Haithams home was pretty short, it would took 5 minutes if Kaveh wouldn't stopped at every single building to complain about how he could do something better.

"And were here!" you said as you knocked at the door and Al Haitham opened. When he saw you his eyes became soft and he gave you a smile, but that smile dissappeared as quickly as he saw Kaveh behind you.

"Oh I see your back." he said and Kaveh closed his eyes.

"Yeah I know you missed me a lot but hold still smart-ass." he said while stepping inside and Al Haitham just shook his head exasperated.

You giggled again and he looked at you.

"And what's so funny hm?" he said while he lead you to his study.

"Ah its nothing, I just love how you and Kaveh get along so well, honestly I think the whole city knows that your roommates." you said and he just scoffed.

"Please at least you stop talking about him for once." he said while he embraced you and you smiled.

"Fine fine I'm done, oh by the way I brought these from the Akademiya, some students found some interesting relics and they gave it to me so you could have a look." you said and he took the tablets putting them on the table. After he turned to you and smiled.

"It's already getting late, how about you stay here for tonight, you live kind of far from here and I would hate to let you go home all on your own at this hour." he said and you blushed.

"Ah only if I'm not bothering." you said and he smiled cupping your face.

"You could never bother me." he said giving you a small peek on the lips.

"You both are very cheesy right now you know?" Kaveh said passing by the opened door and you became red hiding your face in Al Haitham's chest. Seeing this he looked at Kaveh like he normally would.

"You can just go and sleep, you had a long day anyways." he told him and Kaveh scoffed

"Yeah yeah right, thanks mom." he said while leaving and you laughed.

"He honestly has interesting ways to call you..." you said while looking up at Al Haitham and he looked at you.

"Yeah... I'm aware" he said with an annoyed face and you couldn't help but laugh. These two were incredible...

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #sumeru #al haitham fluff #alhaitham drabble #alhaitham fluff

[bekaroth-reads]

Winter Morgott x Reader

[Its been too long since I wrote something for him! This is sort of based on how a bunch of people think that his fur might fluff out a bit more in the winter]

Morgott hated the cold. It brought ice and snow which made walking precarious and a biting chill that made his bones ache. The one thing that he didn’t mind the winter bringing was less Tarnished, at least most of them. Many people were too busy trying to keep themselves from freezing to train or challenge the Lords. There was one that he had let come into his city on multiple occasions, to the point that the people of the Capitol didn’t think of them being there than anything other than another tourist. This was certainly an odd arrangement for him, even though he was the one that allowed it. Morgott was at his wit’s end as far as the deluge of invading Tarnished were concerned, so when you came along and truly seemed to want to find a way to put an end to this whole cycle of fighting, he was willing to let you study your findings and theories in the many libraries in the castle. Better to have a tarnished reading quietly in the other room than trying to best him at the foot of the Erdtree.

It had been about a month since he had seen you though, so there might be a chance that you either found somewhere else to study, or, more likely, were stuck in some dark dungeon possibly losing your will to continue. Morgott couldn’t place why, but there was something about that last thought that didn’t sit very well with him. It was like when you have a mouse scurrying around, and once it gets caught in a trap, you knew it was was its fate as a pest, but you still feel at least a bit sorry for it. Brushing this thought aside, Morgott started to roam the castle grounds once more in an effort to complete his duties despite the aching of his joints and the burning of his feet from walking on the snow.

Once he got close to the library that you used to be found at the most, he heard someone crunching their way through the snow, and then followed shortly by laughter. Turing around he saw that it was indeed you standing behind him. “My Lord Morgott, I had no idea that you allowed your hair to grow so thick during the winter.” He responded with a sour look and corrected. “‘Tis an occurrence that happens whether I allow it or not. However, I hardly see how the finer details of my anatomy are any concern of thine.” Morgott grumbled as he ambled his way over to you. You took notice on how he seemed to move a bit more labored than usual, but could tell that he was already on edge from the last remark that you made leading you not to mention it. Instead, you explained your original statement. “Oh, I suppose not. It’s just that on my way up here, I passed a child in the streets. She was insisting to her mother that when she looked into the castle courtyard, she saw a giant, white rune bear with horns like a goat. Seems like I found my explanation for such a tall tale.”

Morgott rolled his eye at the thought. Turning with a groan more audible than he was intending, Morgott went to return to his rounds of the castle grounds giving the warning, “Be sure to keep thy person in the library. I cannot be responsible for what happens if thou art inclined to wander.” This was nothing new; in fact you heard it every time that you were here. What was different was what followed. Before he could even take a step, he felt you grab his unoccupied hand. Whatever gumption you had to grab his hand wavered greatly when he turned to glower at you, but you pushed through and carried on. “Perhaps, my lord, you should step inside for a few moments as well?” You offered. Morgott could honestly admit that he never thought the brazen nature of Tarnished would extend this far, and was actually taken a bit aback by the offer. “And, why would such a thing be necessary? As thou hast said, I seem to be more than equipped to handle the elements.” In a perfect display of his thoughts on the overstepping nature of the Tarnished, you actually had the gall to try to pull him by the hand toward the door of the library. “You might be better equipped than most people, but that still doesn’t mean you’re completely immune.” When there was still some hesitance from him, you insisted, “Come on. The Erdtree isn’t going to run away while you’re gone.”

With that, Morgott silently relented and followed. It was because he didn’t trust you after you were being so persistent, he insisted to himself. And, he also thought that if he was going to be in here for a while, then he might as well sit by the fireplace. Not because he was extraordinarily cold, the extra hair on his body that helped keep him warm also made it easier for him to stay damp; that old, tattered cloak of his doing little against the wind expect flow with it. It was this was the best place to keep an eye on you as it was fairly well in the center. You noticed that the nodding head on top of, as that little girl said, the giant, horned rune bear would flick up to watch you every time you moved to a different shelf. Seeing as the simple act of sitting was enough to make him start to doze off, you figured he needed the sleep. So, to make that a bit easier for him, you grabbed a few books that you thought would help you with the part of the Lands Between you were studying and sat close to where he was. With you being still, there was nothing keeping him from drifting off to sleep.

After awhile, you went to wake him. You thought he needed the rest, but knew that he would be upset if he was to be asleep for too long. When you did, all that he did was stretch a bit before moving himself to lay his weary bones properly on the floor in front of the fireplace; grabbing you and pulling you down with him as he held you tightly. It was because if he was going to fall asleep, something he felt like he couldn’t fight off any longer, then he needed to be sure that you weren’t going to go get into trouble, he insisted to himself. It was not because you were becoming a source of comfort for him.

#morgott x reader #morgott the omen king x reader #morgott x tarnished

[lokiinmediasideblog]

Can you recommend me Loki books? (as in novels, not norse mythology textbooks)

I am not sure if I rated these correctly in terms of audience maturity. But I tried lol.

Comics:

Valhalla comics-Peter Madsen

Fun slap-stick re-tellings of the Norse myths. Children oriented?

Loki (2004) aka "Blood Brothers" by Robert Rodi & Esad Ribic

It's my favorite Marvel!Loki comic of all time. It altered my brain chemistry. You can read it for free on the links in my pinned post.

The graphic novel version of Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman.

There's also this webcomic I found as a teen that's ongoing to this day and I need to go back to following:

Kids:

Loki: A Bad God's Guide to Being Good by Louie Stowell

Diary of a Wimpy Kid but with Norse mythology! What's not to love about that?!

Eight Days of Luke-Dianna Wynne Jones

The book that inspired "American Gods."

Odd and the Frost Giants-Neil Gaiman

A boy named Odd encounters Odin, Thor, and Loki who have been turned into animals.

Teens:

Runemarks duology-Joanne Harris

Just keep to the first two books. You'll hate the rest. Let's just say it dealt horribly with Eating Disorders and Harris should have done research on heavy topics before writing about them. Her Loki in the first two books is very enjoyable and he rules over goblins for a while, among other things. I also thought the way rune birthmarks worked in here was fun.

Norse Mythology-Neil Gaiman

It's an entertaining overview of the myths. If you're unfamiliar with them it's a good place to start.

Adult:

Black Wolf: The Binding of Loki-Una Verdandi

I don't recommend if you want a soft!Loki or one that remains a decent person. Loki is interesting and feels like a force of nature. But let's just say he's like the Joker with all that implies. But I thought it was a worthwhile read (very long). It has probably the best Sigyn depiction I've encountered. She feels like a real person! I go more in detail here. I'd pay attention to the things I warn about in case they're deal-breakers or triggers. My review is not spoiler free but contains warnings.

American Gods-Neil Gaiman

Has very interesting premise and a multiple pantheons existing at the same time. It's fun how the deities adapt to the USA and modern times.

The Goddess of Nothing at All-Cat Rector

This book is basically a Norse myth whump fic. I would avoid if that's not your thing because I can see how someone else might hate it. I know I like it because making fictional characters suffer is my guilty pleasure. You won't be laughing at the mythology-based Loki memes. I don't think it's perfect. For example, I dislike that they have to make Loki's every action "justified", such as cutting Sif's hair because Sif called him fantasy racism slurs. Let him be a bit of an asshole just because. The disproportionate punishment makes it difficult not to sympathize with Loki either way. I don't know how I feel about her Sygin. It's the 2nd best Sygin I've seen yet in books. She has a personality, is likeable, and is not a doormat, but something about her and this Loki feels sanitized to me. Like the author was checking boxes for Sygin and Loki. I don't know how to explain it.

Father of Monsters-A. B. Frost

Short read. Loki is a loveable little shit that gets the Aesir into trouble and takes one for the team to get them out of it. I really liked this characterization and it had cute illustrations of Loki, Angrboda, and Jormungandr.

The Nine Worlds Rising Series-Lyra Wolf

They're not perfect. I think her Loki is very funny and likable but too sanitized. And Sigyn has no flaws other than caring too much for her no-good brother while the other goddesses are evil witches. But the author has a very comedic writing voice that is highly enjoyable and keeps the stakes high so that you want to keep on reading. I also like how one of the books starts with a very vengeful Loki and draws comparisons to Lucifer. Thought that was cool. Also, some reactions to some reveals didn't land the impact as well as they should. They do tease the Odin/Loki abusive relationship, but not with the toxicity I wanted, and Odin goes on a redemption path a bit too soon for my liking (while making all the goddesses evil witches...). There's also a lot of anachronistic language in here, such as Loki mentioning a Chihuahua.

Books I haven't read but I know of their existence:

Loki-Melvin Burgess (I saw a Sigyn stan complain about it, but I am not sure how seriously to take her complaints because she said shipping myth!Loki with say Balder or Thor or Odin was "incestuous" because Loki is Odin's "blood brother" despite Loki being unrelated to everyone but Narfi and Nari on Asgard). My standards for Loki don't require that Loki be a paragon of morality, unlike hers. UPDATE: A mutual told me it's horribly transphobic and has rape apologia.

Harbinger of the End-Nicki Chapelway (I've seen praise from Logyn shippers for this one)

Loki: Nine Naughty Tales of the Trickster by Mike Vasich

I saw an excerpt with a rather humorous joke, but the one other Mike Vasich Loki book I read bored the hell out of me. So I haven't given it a chance for that reason.

The Blackwell Pages by Kelley Armstrong and Melissa Marr

It's a children's book series where the descendants of Thor and Loki are the protagonists.

I might have some revies in "LokiBookClub" tag.

#anon asks #norse mythology #LokiBookClub #myth!loki

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

Hey Hey Ed So y'know how we were getting a little unhinged the other night? Well GOOD NEWS it's friday and I have an oc x oc prompt for you!!

For some Tal & Hamin, "The dark collects our empties, empties our ashtrays. ([The dark collects…], Ben Lerner)" from the poetry prompts list.

OKAY SO I DID MY BEST WITH THIS ONE. I am new to Hamin so please if I made any character errors, lemme know and I would be happy to fix. But also I love them and think they would make great friends so long as Tal isnt trying to kill her LOL uwu Anyway, enjoy!

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Tension and mild violence, ~1.5k words

Stained by Ash and Darkness | By Exalted_Dawn

“There is someone watching you.” 

The warning floated in the dark corners of Hamin’s mind, a low roll like thunder on the horizon. Hamin stilled, her hands going to rest upon the hilt of one dagger. She had specifically picked this route to avoid enemies. The lower valleys were flooded with dueling mages and templars– too much of a death trap to be worth the convenience of the roads. And besides, the sound of all the fighting had scared most of the game away regardless. 

“An enemy?” she murmured, praying instead that it was simply a lost kid in the woods. 

There was a pause. 

“I am unsure. They hide amongst the trees, but they are alone, and… they do not seem to be like the rest.”

A rogue bandit perhaps? Fuck, but she really hoped it wasn’t a templar. The last thing she needed was for some deserter to try their hand at easier pickings for food and coin and get close enough to find out she was a mage. 

Hamin kneeled, playing pretend at having found some fungi for harvest. If they were a threat, it would be better if they still thought themselves unnoticed. At least for a little while– long enough until she could get away “How far back?” 

“About thirty… maybe forty feet back. They are hard to follow.” 

That close? Hamin’s brow furrowed.

Even with the din of the forest and the far away battles, she should have been able to hear the crunching of leaves of the drag of a lazy step. Especially if they were wearing armor. But as she stood and began walking again– listening– she heard nothing at all. Ten feet. Fifty. And still not a sound. Without the ghost, she doubted she would have picked up on the presence of her tail at all. And thatshe hadn’t been told otherwise likely meant they were probably still following her.

She ground her teeth. 

Fuck her poor luck harder than a bear in heat. Why did this have to happen to her now, when she was so far out from the scouting camps?

Thinking quickly, Hamin chanced a few more measures of length before ducking behind a small bend of trees and skirting her way down a sharp drop off in the rocks. It was a steep hill, and she could feel loose gravel giving way beneath her feet, threatening to either shred them or trip her. But she was willing to take either of those odds against possibly going back to the Circle. She was free now, and free she would stay. 

Coming to a stumbling stop at the base of the hill, she took off in a full on sprint. They may not have been her woods, but she would still wager she knew them better than any human at least. 

The world was a blur of verdant waves as she ran, launching over twisted roots and around thistle bushes. She was swallowed up by swaying shadows, a veil of the forest’s weaving. But still, she heard nothing. Not a clank or a clamor or a shout. Certainly no curse words thrown at her. Huffing hard, she did not dare look back.

“Are they still following me?” she cried out loud, ducking beneath a low branch.

“Yes, but-”

Suddenly, there was a dagger stuck into the wood of the tree in front of her, right where her head had been. It thrummed still with the power of the throw, but that is not what caught her attention most. The design– she recognized it. Ironbark, carved with a rune for- 

“Ah tits-!”

She dodged backwards, just in time for the tree to explode into a shower of wood and lightning. But even if she had evaded that attack, she realized too late she had made an error in backpedaling. Before she could turn to right her balance, there was a knife held tight against her throat, another pressed into her gut. Whoever stood at her back was roughly her height– their mouth perfectly level against her ear to hear the hissed insult.

“Thief.” 

She turned her face to see stark gold eyes. A sweep of dark hair. Gaunt features. Ash smudged cheeks. And Mythal’s vallaslin beneath. A Dalish elf. But what had she meant by-?

There was a slicing noise as the kill she had collected a few hours was cut free from her belt, the lack of weight causing her to stumble a little and cut her skin against the sharpened knife blade. 

Hamin winced, straightening her neck away from the dagger, stumbling over her words. “H-Hold, lethallan. Aneth’ara. I am of clan Virnehn. A hunter, not a thief.” They were spat in quick succession, hoping to sway the elf before she decided to cut her throat for having wandered too close. 

Just to prove her harmlessness, she lifted her hands away from her belt, where her own knives still sat sheathed. She wanted no confrontation today, especially not with someone who had her weapons to Hamin’s throat. 

“If I stole from you, then it was unintentional. I was sent to empty Inquisition traps,” she explained. “I must have made a mistake.” Even though she was nearly certain she hadn’t. If it had been a Dalish trap, she would have recognized the make of it, she was pretty sure. 

She chanced another glance over her shoulder when she did not receive an answer. The elf was studying her suspiciously, eyes flicking between her face and her weapons belt. Now that Hamin had a bit of a clearer look, she could tell that the woman was more than just a bit gaunt. The darkness clung to the ridges of her protruding bones, and her clothes, which hung loose on her frame, were almost entirely smothered in scorch marks and ash. 

…The victim of one of the mage skirmishes then. And a very malnourished one at that. 

“The shems are reckless to throw their magic around as they have been,” she tried, forcing herself to meet the woman’s sharp gaze. “They’ve been setting the forests on fire, and scaring off all the game. Scorching and starving out the woods. If you like, I can build a fire and we can share that. I can also heal you if you need…” 

The voice in her head piped up, wary. “Hamin. It is not wise-”

She did it anyway, letting a bit of mana flicker to her fingers. What else was there left to lose, if she could not convince the woman to let her go?

“I’m a friend. I promise. So, sathan, if you could let me go?” Green eyes met gold, reflected in the canopy above them both. A bit of sun poked through, shining dappled light on the woman’s cheeks. A light, plum colored purple, and not the black of the forests’ shadows she had assumed them to be. 

There was a single, tense motionless second where she thought she might have blown it. That perhaps, out of safety, the other elf might assume she was simply an elven apostate, among the number who have been causing so much chaos and destruction in the lands below, and choose to kill her anyway. It is what most Dalish might have done, to protect their clans, but as she breathed in, and then out in one, strained exhale, the hold on her neck loosened, and then retreated all together. 

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Serannas,” she said, turning as she touched the nick at her throat and sealed it with a spell. “May I have your name?” 

There was still mistrust in the woman’s gaze as she watched. A flickering in her eyes.

“Where is your vallaslin?” the stranger asked, speaking with the all-too-familiar lilt of the People. 

Well that was a fair question, she supposed. “A long story– and one better told around a fire, if you wouldn’t mind it.” 

Slowly, the woman lowered her guard, and sheathed her daggers at her belt. Barely, she tilted her head in a nod. 

Hamin walked up to the tree that had been partially blown to bits and tugged the dagger free from its center. It was undented– a beautiful work of woodcarving and smithing. She flipped the small dagger in her hand and then held it out to the woman. Tentatively, she tried again. “Andaran Atishan. I am Meldiriel of clan Virnehn, but I go by Hamin.” 

Equally as hesitant, the woman extended her hand and took the knife. “Talenna, formerly of clan Ethera. Now, though, I am clanless.” 

Clanless? Then they were alike. 

She nodded. “Well, Talenna, if you would allow me, I would like to offer you my help.”

Another second passed, and then surprisingly, Talenna scoffed. “I would prefer your food, but… I will not deny help when it is offered.” 

A small smile twitched to her lips. “I will prepare the rabbit if you build the fire?”

Talenna nodded. “It is a deal.”

#dadwc #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age #talenna ethera #hamin surana

[saintadeline]

Here’s a little text (would barely qualify as an essay) about saint Adeline and sister Adella and their parallels :) excuse the way it looks I’m really not feeling like making it read like a proper essay but either way it’s something I have a lot of thoughts about. Also talks about oedon and kos a bit as well as obvioulsy blood saints as a whole.

The parallels between adeline and adella is something ive written about many times before, but i thought it would be interesting to see how much that train of thought has evolved since the last few times.

Both being the only known blood saints that we get to speak to, they’ve already got a lot in common by simply juxtaposing them in their role. It is mentionned adeline was one of the very first of their kind, which along with her relationship to maria helps us situate her in the vague timeline of events. thus it seems this practice started “with her” and has carried on throughout the years, perhaps perfected until now. not much is explicitly stated about blood saints and the meaning of this title, but we can theorize a few things. firstly, we know saints are chosen for their potential as vessels before actively undergoing some kind of blood treatment, i usually take their “merit as vessels” to be akin to choosing them for their blood type (O), since their blood needs to be universally compatible with all followers and hunters of the church. however, more factors may very much play into this as the worldbuilding of bloodborne puts a lot of attention in showing how blood differs, from “tainted” villagers close to beasthood, to pure enlightened kin (interestingly, adeline’s blood vial is much clearer than adella’s. this could be due to taking the blood directly from her arm, but since it is also clearer than arianna’s, who we see directly drawing it, i believe it is a nod to her state of almost ascension, kin having transparent fluid as blood). thus there is a possibility the healing church seeks an inherent ability to be swayed by the will of great ones. indeed, our two blood saints have had that very thing happen to them, in perfectly opposite ways; adeline ascends through contact with a great one, most likely kos, and adella succumbs to blooddrunkenness under oedon’s influence. There is more however to this, as oedon itself is said to be found in blood; it is formless and exists only in voice, but blood is said to be seen as its essence and thus inherently linked to it. oedon’s worshippers are described as “inadvertent”, more haunted by it than worshipping it, and adella is no exception. perhaps her predisposition to being swayed to the will of great ones is what drew oedon to her, as well as her indoctrination to the church’s propaganda against vilebloods; indeed, oedon seeks precious blood and seems to be particularly fond of the cainhurst bloodline: all oedon runes are mechanically based on increasing your means of using quicksilver, said to be imbued in blood and linked to the bloodtinge stat. Cainhurst descendants and vilebloods all have greatly increased bloodtinge, leading to their control over it. what is worth noting in this is that quicksilver is actually mercury, so vilebloods would have “naturally” high levels of mercury poisoning in their system, what oedon seems to be seeking and what its runes turn into bullets. interestingly, high mercury levels in a person leads to pregnancy complications and endangers the life of children, often leading to their death before or soon after birth, which can be linked to many things, oedon’s interest in it, arianna bearing its child despite being a cainhurst descendant, as well as annalise’s obsession with birthing her child of blood, which she requires other hunters’ blood in order to do. i am of the opinion that by branding “followers”, oedon is overseeing their blood itself, seeking the perfect kind it needs to reproduce. however, those who did not meet its requirements end up falling prey to that growing desire to seek that very same blood subconsciously, which led adella to killing arianna.

To go back on a previous statement, most sources of mercury poisoning in humans can be traced to fish and seafood consumption; infime traces of mercury, occurring naturally or though man made waste, finds its way up the ocean’s food chain, resulting in very high concentrations in bigger fish and predators. for instance, whales are one of the biggest sources of mercury ingestion, which we can link to the fishing hamlet itself and in particular kos. mercury accumulates in particular in viscera, and kos’ beaching after the endless farming of phantasms and parasites by the hamlet may have parallels to this, as well as the fishing hamlet’s transformation. the fishing hamlet is actually quite reminiscent of the minamata case, in the 1950s, where a fisherman village was slowly consumed by a strange and somewhat offputting disease, until it was found out to be caused by mercury poisoning from consumption of the local fish after a local factory dumped waste in the ocean. i’ve also found one of the primary sources of oxidized mercury finding itself in the ocean to be incinerators, and as we know, yharnam is quite familiar with that practice, hemwick being a town sized crematorium right on the coast. it is also worth of note that mercury poisoning in fish leads to several issues in their systems, specifically reproductive, which once again can be linked to kos in some way and her inability to have successful offspring, as any great one. in this way, it almost seems like oedon seeking mercury would be an affront or rivalry to kos, but there is no way of knowing anything more of this, as well as the fact that great ones may not even have the same concepts of hostility as humans. either way, it places them both at opposite ends of a spectrum, and with them come their worshippers, adella and adeline.

Adella and Adeline are regional variants of the same name, often seen as stemming from old german “adal”, meaning “noble”. it could very well be a coincidence or a simple nod on the writers’ part, however there is also an interesting theory i’d like to posit. the timeline in bloodborne is quite confusing, events of the old hunters might have happened 3 years ago just as they might have been a century before the game starts. if we were to assume adeline lived decades before adella, it would be quite possible that adella was indeed named after her. i do not think adeline was ever viewed a success as a research hall experiment, since she would have died or been sent to the nightmare before ever getting to the same heights we see her as, the nightmare’s proximity to kos helping her ascension, however her blood vial’s item description mentions that she was the first success as a blood saint, and looking at how important blood saints are to the church’s entire basis, it is quite possible that this elevated her to rank of actual Saint after her death, almost a martyr to the research hall, dying for scientific advancements which resulted over the years as what we know as the celestial emmissaries. my only other argument for this idea of sainthood is another theory of mine, which is in no way perfectly “canon” but one i quite appreciate, that the blood starved beasts are blood saints. it would make quite a lot of sense for a blood saint to turn into a beast starved for blood, its entire skin flailed like a punishment or a means to draw blood. there is in old yharnam a dead blood starved beast hung above the ground in a church, in a position quite reminiscent of the way scourge beasts are crucified in central yharnam: its arms are extended and it is held by the wrists by ropes, but its entire body is torn to shreds, suggesting a bloodletting, perhaps to get rid of impure beast blood, yes, but also perhaps as a way to drink of their blood, worshippers enraptured by the idea of blood and turning on their saint, its hung position almost reminiscent of worship, the way beast patients stand under and stare at it in a pool of its blood.

Blood saints have a complicated position in the church, they are essentially the face of the healing church for commoners and simple worshippers, being the church’s link to the people, acting as nuns and vessels for blood healing, therefore it is not unlinkely that they are seen as holy and an extension of the vicars by yharnamites. however, it seems they are treated quite terribly by the church itself, said to be “groomed” as saints, perhaps psychologically as well as their treatment for worthy blood healing. indeed, both adella and adeline seem to have a lot in common in terms of personal issues, they both suffer from extreme self doubt and have this idea that they are lower, not worthy of any attention given to them. it manifest in two very separate ways for them; as they are terrified of the idea of the hunter leaving them, adella grows an unhealthy obsession for them and becomes terribly jealous of anyone else they interact with, trying her best to feel useful to them while harboring hatred to the point that odeon’s influence on her made her act out on her inner feelings and kill the object of her jealousy (although church feelings and propaganda on cainhurst also played a major role in this.) whereas adeline panics and tries to constantly assure the hunter that she can be of help, practically begging them to stay and not leave her. we can assume these behaviors are not a coincidence and are brought on by their healing church “training”, forcing them to see themselves as lesser in order to control them more easily. indeed, if blood saints were to feel pride and ego as the commonfolk worshipped them, who’s to say how easily the church would still have a grasp over them. i would consider adella to be a very recent blood saint, freshly out of her “training” (thus why she is called Sister rather than Saint. but this could also be linked to the theory of Adeline having genuine Sainthood).

Something interesting as well is that the only person adeline feels more comfortable with is someone she met long before becoming a saint, lady maria, a cainhurst noble she possibly met before cainhurst even happened to be considered impure, thus she has not been swayed by the church’s disdain of them (which was most likely brought upon for purely political reasons rather than a genuine idea of purity as they would like to enforce). adeline and adella’s very own timelines and storylines are perfect parallels to each other; bloodborne seems to follow the old theory of humanism, in which man is created as neutral by god and through its actions, may fall down to the depths and become beast-like, or climb up and ascend as godlike, posing beasts and gods are opposite ends of humanity’s spectrum. in this way, adeline and adella both start on the same path, but adella is swayed by the church and oedon, sent to a state considered as the closest thing to beasthood, before inevitably dying, whereas adeline stayed true to her failing sense of self and ended up ascending to kin, granted an audience with kos and branded a rune, the highest possible honor, before succumbing as well. in that way, they are almost a study of how the context in which you evolve and live influences you as a person and the path you take, even if it was heavily swayed by great ones in ths scenario. however, did their paths simply diverge because great ones took an interest in them, or did the great ones touch them because of the way they were predisposed to be in the first place. i’d be more inclined to believe the latter, like i said earlier, i believe saints to be more easily prone to celestial influence, and the paths they were already on is what drove those gods to them, even if it was a simple passing-by of oedon that made adella falter, rather than adeline’s most genuine contact with kos.

#bloodborne #i had a writing tag but i forgor again #i love writing the same things over and over about adeline and adella #i probably forgot a ton of stuff i wanted to say but it wrote this in like two hours so maybe ill add on later

[swindlefingrs]

Rotten and Craven

Rating: T Fandom: Diablo IV Characters: Kennach the Druid, Lorath Nahr Relationships: Lorath x Wanderer, Lorath x f!Druid, Lorath x Kennach Wordcount: 1.4k

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Lorath knows who is standing on his porch. Long months have been filled with those footsteps, although they haven’t ventured out to this corner of the wilds in some time.

Knuckles rap-tap-tap against his front door.

“Oh, so you do know how to knock.” Lorath shouts from his back room, making sure to scribble down his notes of the shaman’s skull in front of him, before he forgets. “I thought druids just go where they will. Based on my past interactions with the sods.”

He opens the door wide, ready to enjoy the frown on his visitor’s face. Kennach does not disappoint. Her round face is indeed set in a mildly annoyed frown. She fills the doorframe. Bedecked in druid finery; furs and bones, sticks and mud, runes and sinew.

“Perhaps if your home didn’t look like it’d been ransacked by bandits, I wouldn’t have assumed it was abandoned,” she quips.

“It’s research, not ransacking.”

Lorath willfully ignores the winsome dimple that shows up in her left cheek when she grins, and tips his chin at the large, waxed canvas bag at her feet. “So they've got you running errands now?”

Kennach picks it up as if it’s full of nothing but goose down and tosses it at him. He’s forced to catch the thing and his bad shoulder complains about the heft of it.

“More or less. I thought it’d be good to see a familiar face.”

“And you chose this one?” Lorath asks incredulously. “More fool you. Well, come in, come in. I know it’s rude to keep people waiting outside one’s abandoned hovel.”

Kennach brushes past him, the scent of cedar woodsmoke follows behind her. She stopped to pray before coming here. He fondly remembers her offering of a green cedar branch each night they had a fire while out on their hunt. She never translated her prayer and he never asked. He always took the small cedar needle she offered. She told him to chew it. It was powerfully tart. Refreshing.

He drops the heavy canvas bag onto his dining table with a whump. The plates, books, jarred samples, and cutlery all clatter. He opens the bag to find provisions. Small sacks of milled flour. Braids of garlic. Dried beans. Salt pork.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting to the market,” Lorath reminds her as he pulls out one flour sack. The fine bone-white powder dusts his hands. Soft as a whisper.

“Of course. If you head down to the market, though, you’re not gonna find that.” She taps at the package in his hand. “That’s red wheat. We found a few jars full of those grains in an abandoned store room in Túr Dúlra. It stands up to the cold and damp far better than the others. The farmers are excited. I was bringing some to Kyovashad to see about setting up orders for the rest of the crop.”

“Banished Lilith and on to delivering grain, are we?”

“The more I learn about the druids of Scosglen, it seems like the least I can do.”

“Have you found anything more about where they may have gone?”

“No, just everyone they left behind,” Kennach sighs.

“Aye, seems to be the way of things in Sanctuary.”

Lorath knows how this kind of guilt grows. It’s not kind. It’s not easy. It’s a bitter thing. Not pleasantly so like the cedar needles. Just bitter for bitter’s sake. The feelings would be even worse on a ride home with nothing but dark thoughts for company.

“Care to stay for some supper? Stew’s about done. Venison. Just tapped a fresh quarter cask, too.”

At the sound of his own invitation, he realizes that the only other chair to sit in is covered in books and papers. He hastily grabs the mess up and shoves it into a too-full bookshelf.

Kennach shrugs out of her great furred cloak and drapes it over the back of her chair. Her bare arms, covered in runes, are even larger and stronger than he remembered. Frequently.

“Only if you let me add drop biscuits to the stew.”

“Lucky for you, I just so happened to get a delivery of flour. Scosglen Red. I heard it's better than the shit coming out of the Dry Steppes. Finer mill. too. Makes your usual flour feel like eating sand.”

She rifles through his cupboards, pulling out ingredients, shouting over her shoulder, “Are you looking for work? I know a a mill looking for a salesman.”

“You couldn’t afford me.”

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The center of the universe is a small wooden table in a windswept cabin, with Kennach and Lorath comfortably captured in its orbit. The beer is good. The stew topped with buttery biscuits is better. But the company is best, as much as he is hesitant to let himself admit it. Not the company herself, but for the complications. Because it always does.

Kennach’s stories about the people met in Scosglen are interesting. Some even funny. Her cheeks grow rosy as the meal and the conversation flows between them. She looks at him too long, but Lorath doesn’t want her to stop. He scoots to her side of the table and leans in too close as she shares charcoal rubbings from a druidic tablet she discovered, captivated by the translations and context she adds to each word and pictograph. He pronounces words wrong to hear her say them over again. He feigns ignorance after she catches on to the farce. She apologizes for shoving her shoulder into his and watching him wince.

It brings out her smile. Stoic on the road, smiling in his home. With him. That realization blooms in his chest. He chides himself for the ease at which this meal and this company has settled into his bones. How his focus on keeping all of this at arm's distance wanes as the evening waxes.

Kennach rests a broad hand on his knee and squeezes. He doesn’t get up or walk away, he leans in closer. She is enveloping. 

She presses her lips to his and he returns it threefold. She tastes of beer and cedar. The tightness in his chest whirls. He half expects to see a succubus cackling at him when he opens his eyes, but it’s still the Wanderer. Her lips blushed and bruised. Her nose and cheeks are dappled with even more freckles than he last remembers. From days on the road, he supposes.

“And just how long have you been wanting to do that?” he murmurs.

“Since I stepped back through the portal in Hell and you were still there. Waiting.”

His last conversation with Donan. Time for apologies, unkind words, promises, and goodbyes.

“After Lilith?”

“Yes. I saw you were still there and… I wasn't as afraid.”

“You?” Lorath snorts, “Afraid?”

Kennach stares at him, searching his face for something, before her brow knits together and pain crawls along the edges of her eyes. All the mirth they built together is exorcized from his home. She drops her gaze to the table they share.

“All the time,” she quietly admits.

She was searching his face for sympathy. Understanding. He knows this wound. There are no words or deeds to staunch this kind of bleed. If there were, he’d have found it by now.

Lorath reaches out to gently turn her face towards him. Only when she meets his eyes again, does he continue.

“Me, too.”

The great bear woman nods sheepishly in understanding. The only ones not afraid are the too young and the too old to know better.

He presses his lips to hers gently at first, but she doesn't return it with kindness. Kennach is hurt. She challenges his sweetness with a biting kiss and he happily takes her bitterness. Their teeth clack against each other, but every moment he can keep her here instead of lost in that emotional morass, he’ll take.

“I want you”, she breaks their kiss and whispers against his neck. That one whisper topples his already ruined defenses.

“What's left of me is rotten and craven, but it's yours," he replies.

He slips his fingers under the edge of the thick leather armor of her breastplate where she is soft and yielding. Kennach shivers. The druid made of earth and stone, stalwart in the face of this world’s trials and tribulations, but his fingertips on her skin make her sigh sweetly.

This is why he traveled separately. This was always bubbling just under the surface. He knows how badly this could turn out. Hurt feelings. Hurt hearts. Hurt alliances. It wouldn't be the first time. He's not lucky enough for it to be the last. The Tree of Whispers will have its due. Tonight, though, they’ll have each other.

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[sombersummerskies]

A Champion's Love: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: A Soul Worn Down by Malice Word Count: 2893 CW: Minor violence

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Looking around, you spotted a pedestal you could scan the Sheikah Slate with. Jogging over, you unhooked the slate and swiped it over the symbol of an eye. Blue light flashed behind you, and when you turned you saw that a travel gate was now active, like the ones at every shrine and tower. ‘So I can teleport on and off of this thing if I need to, good to know.’

A voice began to speak, much to your confusion. To your knowledge there had been no other person aboard the Divine Beast.

“You’re here. I must say… that I am so happy to see that this day has finally arrived. Now Ruta can be freed of Ganon’s control.” 

The voice was so familiar. A soft, gentle, sweet voice that spoke in such a caring and soothing tone. Where had you heard that voice before?

And then it hits you. ‘Mipha.’

‘She’s still here.’

She continued speaking as you had this revelation, “you’ll need a map to prevent you from getting lost. A Guidance Stone nearby contains the information that you will need.”

Nodding your head, you followed her instructions and ran up the ramp to enter Ruta, only to see a nasty glowing eye at the entrance, surrounded by black and pink goo. It opened as you approached, its bright yellow iris studying you. Disgusted, you quickly drew an arrow and striked the eye dead center, watching as it shriveled up and the goo slowly disappeared. In turn, the path inside became clear.

Having no time to dwell on whatever manner of creature that had been, you looked around for a Guidance Stone. There was a small pool of water at this base level, and a gate across from you. Behind that gate you could see the device you were looking for, but it was blocked off by the same gooey substance from the entrance.

‘There must be another eye I can shoot,’ you think, looking around for one, before spotting the yellow iris underneath the water. Drawing another arrow, you shot it dead center, and the sludge dissolved once again.

Using your Cryonis rune you created a block of ice that lifted the gate up, allowing you to walk across a shallow platform below the water. At the stone, you placed the Sheikah Slate inside the slot and watched the runes distill from the top piece, just like it would at any tower. The screen of the slate now showed a map of the Divine Beast, the entirety of the elephant’s hulking mass. Five areas had glowing orange pinpoints, and it looked as though you’d have the ability to control the trunk of Ruta from the slate as well.

The Guidance Stone ejected the slate and you grabbed it, looking over the map and trying to understand where to go from here. Luckily, Mipha seemed more than happy to give you a push in the right direction.

“Good! You’ve obtained the map of the Divine Beast. You will see several glowing points on your map which represent the terminals that control Ruta. Take Ruta back by activating all of the terminals. Be careful,” she explained, and you quickly set out to find all five.

There just so happened to be one in this first room, much to your delight. Submerged underneath a second pool of water, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to activate while it was all the way down there. It sat upon a chained platform connected to a series of gears. 

‘Maybe I could use those…’

You thought of a way to solve this, as though it were a puzzle. Upon closer inspection you realize that the lever on the base gear is made of metal. Switching through the runes on your slate, you lifted it above you and turned on its Magnesis functions. Latching onto the lever you spun it around, and in response the gears began to turn. This then pulls the chain and you watched as the platform with the terminal slowly come above the water.

Once it was completely up, you let go of the lever and stepped onto the platform, swiping the slate over the eye symbol as you were used to doing. The stone of the terminal glowed blue, signifying it’d been activated.

“There are four terminals remaining! Don’t give up!” Mipha said with encouragement, causing you to smile. It seemed she and her brother both had that same habit. Perhaps he inherited it from her.

Looking at the screen of the Sheikah Slate, you tracked where the rest of the terminals lay. Two on the above levels, each of which seemed to be spinning as though they were moving, one in the head of Ruta, and one on the tip of its trunk.

Hooking the slate on your belt, you set forth, prepared to activate each and every one.

…

By the time you had reached the last terminal, the sun had set, and you were very hungry. Your stomach growled as you remembered the fish skewer you’d eaten, your last meal. Though perhaps the elixir you’d downed after being stabbed in the back by a guardian scout also counted as a meal.

Your stomach rumbled. It seemed to disagree.

Each terminal had been an interesting puzzle to solve. The first was on the inside of a spinning gear being powered by water, and you used Cryonis to stop the flow of the water to have access to the terminal’s stone. The second was in a much bigger gear, and you had to use Stasis very quickly to enter a cage that contained the terminal inside. 

You went for the one inside its head after that, but it was blocked by a wall of fire so you couldn’t. Deciding to go to the trunk now, you paraglided to the end, then used the map to move the trunk all the way up so you could walk around and activate its terminal. Up there you had realized that you could use the water of the trunk to put out the fire in Ruta’s head, and once you’d done that you sailed down and activated the fifth and final terminal.

At each terminal Mipha had been there to push you forward and offer little quips of advice, and this time was no different.

“You activated all the terminals! Now you can start the main control unit. There should be a new glowing mark on your map. Head there! Be careful not to let your guard down.” she informed you. 

You nodded your head, not really thinking about whether she could even see you or not, and you sprinted through the body of the Divine Beast.

After paragliding off a ledge you returned to the first level of Ruta’s body, back where the first terminal had been. Turning, you could see a wide dome-shaped room. The floor was covered in a sheen of water, and the end of the room had a massive orange Guidance Stone. Walking towards it, you lifted up the Sheikah Slate, but paused before swiping it.

It felt too easy. 

Sure, taking Ruta down to board it had been a bit of a challenge, one that would’ve been near impossible without the Prince’s aid. And sure the terminals were each a puzzle, but this was still too simple. If Ganon had taken this over, one would assume he would’ve had more security over it than just this. There had to be something missing.

Shaking those fears away, you swiped the Sheikah Slate over the main control unit. But instead of the stone glowing blue as it would with any of the terminals or any other stone, black and pink light shot out of the control unit and enveloped it, just like the aura that was enshrouding Hyrule castle and Calamity Ganon. 

‘Oh… fuck.’

Blue streams of light came out next, and when you spun around you saw the lights combining and taking shape. An ugly creature, some kind of awful mix of Sheikah technology and that black and pink sludge you’d seen everywhere, took form. 

Its eye was like those of the Guardians, and it would no doubt be able to shoot you with it. It had an unruly mane of red hair at the back of its head. Its long and lanky body twisted in unnatural ways, and in its mechanical hand it held an intimidating glowing blue spear. 

It roared, and the sound shook you to your very core. All of Vah Ruta shook along with it, no doubt the sound could have been heard for miles around. So this is what you’d been missing the whole time.

“Please take care,” Mipha spoke up, helping you remember that she was still around, “That… thing is one of Ganon’s creations. I put up as much of a fight as I could, but it proved to be my demise one hundred years ago… regardless, I believe that you are well prepared for this moment. I have faith in you!”

You silently thanked her for speaking up once more, as her voice had helped to keep you grounded.

The beast crouched down, eyeing you maliciously. Each twitch of its unholy form made the light of its spear shimmer menacingly. Drawing your sword, one you’d managed to take from the body of a guardian scout upstairs, you sized up your foe as you guarded yourself with your shield.

‘Show the enemy no fear.’

Sidon’s words echoed in your mind, and you felt his support and trust in you even all the way up in the Divine Beast. You could see him in your mind, his golden eyes shining as he grinned at you-

You hear rushing air and open your eyes and manage to dodge to the side in time. The blight had launched his spear at you.

‘Perhaps now isn’t the time for distractions,’ you thought, sarcastically chastising yourself.

You flick your hand, the blue light of your guardian sword shimmering, and dash forward. The beast having to re-manifest its spear gives you an opening for attack. You were able to make a few quick jabs at its body, feeling disgusted by the unnerving way in which the sword moved through its gooey form.

As soon the blight re-formed the spear you jumped backwards, avoiding a downward slamming attack it performed. You weren’t so lucky the next time, however. It had the ability to lengthen its spear and then performed a wide-reaching sweep attack.

You hadn’t been able to dodge this time, and you grunted as the blunt slide of the spear slammed you backward into the wall. Your knees buckled as you fell to the floor, and a dull throbbing pain spread throughout your skull. Your version blurred as you attempted to refocus on your enemy, eyes going wide as it prepared to launch its spear at you once more.

Unable to get to your feet on time, you were fortunately able to roll out of the way, shoulders tense as the spear shattered against the wall beside you. Your fingers fumbled as you reached for your bow and quiver, loading an arrow as the blight summoned its spear yet again. You could hear your heartbeat drum in your ears as you sent the arrow flying, thanking the goddesses when it managed to strike the beast in the eye.

The blight cried out and crumpled to the floor, and you finally were able to get to your feet once more. You ran as quick as you could and brought your sword down into the chest of the beast, slicing through the sludge multiple times.

In response your foe screeched, fading into blue light and reforming in the air above you. It raised its arm and simultaneously the water level in the room rose as well. You panicked as you began to wade in the water, desperately paddling to one of the four small platforms that had become available. 

This battle had become significantly more difficult.

…

Panting, you watched the blight writhe in pain and agony, disgusting goo and unknown liquids pouring out of its body. It screamed, a bright light shooting from it, and just like that it was gone. No sign of its presence was left, as though it had never been there in the first place.

The pink mist enshrouding the main control unit had disappeared as well, leaving it open for you to approach. You could finally reclaim the Divine Beast.

You cringed as you looked down, feeling torn up after the fight. Your armor was cut in many places from that beast’s spear, from times when you had dodged a little too slowly. Burns laid at the fringes of your clothing from laser shots that just barely missed you. You couldn’t feel too much pain just yet but it was sure to come, the adrenaline was still coursing through you after the encounter.

Forcing your numb legs to move, you got onto the control unit’s platform and unhooked the Sheikah Slate, swiping it over the eye symbol one more time. You held your breath, watching the orange lights fade into blue, and let the sigh of relief puff out of your chest.

You had done it. You reclaimed Ruta.

“Hello,” a voice spoke, nearly making you jump in surprise, “because of your courage, my spirit is now free. And Ruta, as well. Thank you. For now I am allowed by this freedom to be with you once again.”

A teal light filled the room, and you turned, eyes going wide at who stood before you.

Mipha was here. 

She looked just as she had in your memories from a century ago. Her blue champion sash was strung across her chest, and gorgeous silver jewelry adorned her body. Her gentle yellow eyes lit up as she smiled at you. As she bowed her head you noticed that small blue flames surrounded her, and when she moved she was just barely transparent.

‘Of course she hasn’t aged. This is just her spirit… she’s dead,’ you thought bitterly, but didn’t voice any of it as she approached you. It took you a moment to realize your eyes were welling with tears as emotion overwhelmed you.

“Since I am now a spirit my healing power would be wasted on me,” she said with a small smile, “I have no need of it. So therefore… I would like you to have it. Please accept… Mipha’s Grace.”

She raised her hands to her chest and pushed them out towards you, an orb of blue light following their path. The orb of light hit your chest, and you were suddenly filled with a newfound strength. Your whole body felt warm, like sitting by a fire to escape the cold, or drinking something warm on a winter’s day. Your feet lifted up off of the ground as her power seeped through you, and you had to brace yourself once you landed.

“Yesterday, I was awash in a pool of tears. I had nearly given up hope and resigned myself to being trapped here, as a spirit, for the rest of eternity,” she explained, gazing upon you with sheer appreciation and love, “all this time, my hope was to see you once more. Promise me that you will not hesitate to call upon my power if you ever find yourself in need. Knowing that will let my spirit rest in peace.”

You hadn’t noticed the tears finally rolling down your cheeks until they fell off your chin and splashed on the water below you. As you wiped them away with the back of your palm a golden light began to surround you.

“I must go,” Mipha informed you, “Ruta and I have our roles to fulfill. We are both honored to be able to play the role of support. We’ll annihilate Ganon together. Farewell… and save her. Save the princess. Oh, and do take care of Sidon. Let him and father know-”

But before you could hear the last words, the golden light took over your vision, and you felt yourself be lifted up and out of Vah Ruta. You opened your mouth to speak, trying to say something- anything to her, but it was in vain. You were sent away.

Moments later you’re in front of Zora’s Domain at the end of the Great Zora bridge. The two guards at the entrance spot, one of them calls out. There’s a ringing in your ears, however, and you can’t quite hear what’s said. There’s spots in your vision as a red form sprints toward you- Sidon.

He’s grinning, arms open wide to embrace you. You manage to take two steps forward before collapsing onto the ground, the pain of all your battle wounds finally catching up to you. You hadn’t used the healing powers Mipha had given you in time.

As your vision begins to blur you’re just barely able to make out Sidon as he hovers above you. His mouth opens and closes, as if he’s speaking to you, but none of it registers. Your eyes can barely stay open as you’re lifted up and off of the ground. 

You’re cradled against something solid. A chest? 

Sidon’s face was still above you, golden eyes full of concern as he gazed down. Sidon’s chest, you decide through the haze.

Then you black out.

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[nolongerapileofashprobably]

Everyone be ready, this was in my drafts from well over a year or two ago and I think its time it sees the light of day. No I will not be editing botw 2 and changing it to totk bc I said so

Botw 2 had taken up my mind recently so I thought I’d discuss a few things I want to happen or would be interested to see in the sequel:

K, probably my most unusual? want for the sequel is for Impa to die (either right before after giving our two kids a warning that leads them to the cave) and to have a funeral for her OR have Impa use the aging rune to save Link and Zelda after Hyrule castle is upheaved and Ganon is unleashed but then like mid game, she dies for them and her death is used as a pivotal moment for both Link and Zelda and a way to up the stakes in game. Either way, I think the death of the Sheikah I adore so much would be an amazing thing to cover in the sequel (I want a funeral no matter what tho, SS Impa still breaks my heart and I need CLOSURE)

I would... also love for Link and Zelda to be separated at the very beginning on the game (after the tutorial portion). This is more so depending on if Zelda is playable. If she isn’t, then I want her glued to Link’s side f that separation nonsense. If she IS playable, then having them separated at the beginning forces the player to utilize Link and Zelda to progress through the story. Let’s say, I dunno, Link ascends with the castle and Zelda remains below in the caves. The player has to figure out a way to get off the castle (aka tutorial pt 1) and then switch to Zelda after Link is back on the ground and figure out how to get tf out of the cave (that could... I dunno be collapsing due to Ganon waking up ~for suspense). And then having the two meet at the ground at the same time to watch whatever Ganon is gunna do. Bam there’s the second portion of the tutorial.

I’d also love for the ‘new champions’ to play a larger role? We have to work with them as we transverse through Hyrule to get to the dungeon (hopefully?) in their region. This is 100% based off my own love for RIJU and having her interact with Zelda but it’s a want of mine.

Zelda’s paraglider be the sailcloth from SS. Need I say more?

I would love for a major plot device to be malice infecting PEOPLE rather than ancient technology. I know one theory is that the game will have Link and Zelda go through Hyrule reclaiming each part that’s been warped by Ganon and restoring it to what it was after botw but before the sequel!

Speaking of the map (sorta) I would LOVE an unblocked Hyrule Castle to explore, new settlements across Hyrule Field (Ranch Ruins please RISE), and slightly modified versions of the villages we know and love. Let Link go into Gerudo Town without a disguise dammit

For the love of Nayru, please have it be confirmed Link and Zelda live in Hateno. I need NPC’s to comment on their relationship. Best part? I think we might get that. Because I doubt Nintendo will ever explicitly make them a canon couple or whatever but they left clues in BoTW that are obscure but still easily found (let’s go with Kass’s final song that makes it canon Zelda was in love with Link, Zelda’s diary, Bolson’s comment about endless falling flower petals, even the MEMORIES) because those all to me tell a story but I know a few friends who missed almost all of those things! Nintendo likes to leave a bread trail but we’ll have to go out of our way to find it. And using the NPC’s would be a really great way to do that (also having a few of Zelda’s research stuff underneath the stairs, either a bigger bed or a second one, both of their horses in the stalls outside, etc)

#let it be known I didn’t bother reading this post and hoped my thought about the sequel were not dumb #loz botw #botw zelink #link botw #zelink #botw #botw link #zelda botw #zelink botw #the legend of zelda #the legend of zelda breath of the wild #loz totk #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #loz tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom #totk zelink #totk Zelda #totk link #botw 2

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Quick blurb based off that dream I had where Witch!Sloot lost her memories and was being coerced into marrying Heimdall (or was it Baldur? Both? Fuck it), but Odin was also creeping because he probably knew Heimdall wouldn't be able to convince me to give up my magic knowledge...and also probably sucks at sex lol

"It's not as if I'm going to have you teach me everything right away," Odin clarified. "I'd rather have you gain your own memories back before you make the effort to pass them onto someone else." He looked at ____ as she stood in her new chambers. "You're well worth the wait."

____ fiddled with the beaded bracelet on her left hand absentmindedly. It was the first of many gifts from the Aesir--a sign of goodwill and understanding, with the name Odin had decided to give her. "Just until you remember your own," he'd said. Even if she didn't recall it, she knew that the runes on her gift spelled something she KNEW didn't feel right to her. It couldn't ever be her name or identity.

"And...this courtship? Could that possibly be at my own pace as well?" She looked up at him and nervously tried to gauge his expression. "I-I'm not saying I'm ungrateful, or that Heimdall is--"

"A cruel, selfish, egotistical bully?" Odin finished. "An asshole? Wound entirely too tight and obsessed with making me proud?" He smiled wryly. "I'm not blind, at least not in both eyes." He continued as he walked closer to ____ as she sat on her bed. "Heimdall's painfully flawed, but aside from Thor he's my most powerful child and the one I trust over anyone else. Loyalty is an important trait, especially in a marriage." He placed a hand on Darling's shoulder to comfort them. "He may not realize it yet, but having one other person to spend time around and share his life and thoughts with will do him some good."

Darling tried to imagine Heimdall's gaze being anything but cold, condescending, and irritating to behold. Him touching her, not like when he'd first discovered her wandering and aimless around the Wall and harshly dragging her by the neck to Odin. Could he be gentle? Kind?

At least his father could be. She'd only been a guest of the Aesir for a few weeks, but he always seemed like he was trying to make her feel like family. "I have good intuition, and I don't need my powers to know you're the kind of woman that can melt ice with that warmth of yours. Why do you think Thrúd and the Midgardians took to you so quickly, hm?" She felt his worn calloused thumb brush her skin. "Even me, the most guarded being in the Realms. I always try to be cautious, but when I saw you I knew you were the type to nurture people instead of hurting or deceiving them. I..."

He trailed off for a moment, and spoke to them in a gentle voice with a small warm smile. "Well. I was going to say you remind me of Frigg, but our relationship was rife with hurt and deceit--not all of it hers, but still. If anything, you're like my Fjörgyn, may her soul be at peace. And a wife like that, like you'll be? That's something even Heimdall will realize is worth treasuring."

____ held her breath as Odin looked at her, and his hand inched further up her neck. But right as she was about to try and move away, or say something, he sighed through his nose and gave her a quick pat on the back.

"I won't waste any more of your time, bringing up all my wives and rambling on about marriage and your betrothed's less-than-endearing flaws. Get some rest, hm?"

____ nodded and felt her shoulders relax as he walked out of the room. "Thank you," she said quietly. She always felt the need to say that every time he was around. He DID give her a new home, and he'd been nothing but congenial and patient with her as she tried to parse through her fragmented memories. She owed him a great debt, even if she wished she wasn't paying it by marrying Heimdall. Still...the way he'd touched her just now, looked at her with an odd look in his eyes--clearly shining with something mysterious and off-putting when he complimented her--ot left her feeling uneasy. "I'll do my best to be a good wife to Heimdall."

That uneasiness turned to dread for just a moment after he summoned his ravens to take him away. The caws of his familiars nearly hid what he said next as he was swept away to another realm, with a smile that only looked like he was half-joking. "I don't doubt it; if anything, he should be promising to be a good husband to you. But if he fails, I'll find someone more suitable to keep you as his wife. Someone with experience."

#.myshit #fem darling #.odin #yandere odin #.god of war #yandere god of war

[cuubism]

i feel like i've been disappeared off of ao3 for ages now but it's because i have been rushing to finish this thing for the malec bang that got wholly out of hand. it is based on @dr-lemurr 's lovely art, tho i think i may have given them a bit more than they were bargaining for with this... anyway there will be this thing that really did not have to be 40 thousand words why did i do that, and dr lemurr's art (and bonus art that they made???? that i'm obsessed with 🥺), this saturday... motivation to finish willing

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Nephilim wings weren’t really meant for prolonged flight.

They were great in a fight. They let Alec jump and flip over demons, let him vault up walls and over the gaps between rooftops, gave cover from blows and let him get in aerial shots with his bow. The wings were great for maneuvering and quick turns and spats with flying demons. But Alec wasn’t about to climb to the top of the Empire State Building and try to fly down. They weren’t made for that.

(Simon had once said that their wings were kind of like chickens’ wings in how good they were for flight. Magnus had thought that was absolutely hilarious. Alec hadn’t. He may not have held the wings in such venerated regard as Magnus usually seemed to, but he did take them seriously.

Clary had said she thought they were more like sparrows’ wings. At least that was slightly less insulting.)

But now? Now, Alec wasn’t sure what his wings were made for.

Magnus was nervous about the flight rune. Not that either of them knew exactly what it did. Alec could, technically, fly already. He wasn’t sure how to test it out, either, without risking falling to his death.

But Alec had to privately admit to himself that he was excited about the rune, not nervous. There was something so portentous and powerful about it, even just the word. Flight. Flight.

“And we should— we should— God, should you try to activate it? Is it active already? Is it—”

Alec held up a hand. “Magnus, calm down.”

Magnus stopped his restless fidgeting, looking at Alec with wide eyes. “Does it feel different? Does it feel foreign?”

Alec did feel different, and his wings especially, but they didn’t feel foreign. They didn’t feel like something was wrong.

They felt like something was right.

“They feel…” he searched for a word. “Good. They feel good. I sort of feel like I’m in one of the myths.”

“A Nephilim of old,” Magnus agreed. “Travelling the earth with your blazing sword, blasting demons aside with your powerful wings.”

Alec grinned. “Pretty much.” Magnus smiled at him, and Alec tried to find confidence in his eyes. It felt strangely vulnerable to voice this. It made him feel vulnerable to want it. “Do you think… they can really fly? Like… actually fly?”

Magnus’s smile softened. He caressed a hand down Alec’s neck and over his shoulder, coming to a stop over the flight rune on his collarbone. “I don’t see why the power would have gifted you that rune if not for that purpose.”

Alec tried not to let himself get excited. It was always a bit dangerous to want things when the possibility of having them wasn’t guaranteed. But it was strange to, for once, find something in his wings other than utilitarian purpose.

He recalled when Max had been born, and the first time he had held him. He remembered cradling that tiny baby in his spindly twelve-year-old arms and having a revelation that those arms weren’t just meant to hold a weapon. That he wasn’t just meant to be a weapon.

He recalled the first time he had made love to Magnus, how he had thrown all of himself into it, and the realization that there was such a thing as giving with his body in a way that didn’t take away from himself.

It was like that now. His wings heavy with power against his back, and a body that was singing, this isn’t for the Clave. This is for you.

He didn’t feel like a weapon, or even a Nephilim, right then. He felt like an eagle.

Suddenly Alec was filled with a surge of absolutely reckless abandon. His new runes were active; he could feel them buzzing against his skin. Flight burned over his heart. He grinned wildly at Magnus, and saw Magnus’s eyes widen in alarm.

“Let’s find out,” Alec said.

Before Magnus could stop him, he took off across the bedroom and into the living room. Alec was barely dressed, still missing his shirt and with nothing more than a pair of loose sleep pants, but he ignored it. Clothes seemed unimportant. Thinking seemed unimportant. He sprinted barefoot across the balcony and vaulted up onto the wall.

“Alexander!” Magnus yelled, running after him.

Alec was going to have hell to pay and a lot of apologizing to do after this, but he was too filled with euphoria to care.

He leapt forward into the open air.

#my writing #malec reverse bang

[bringerofdeathandtheapocolypse]

Random rant but I really want to talk about this.

I believe with my whole heart that any character that gets a redemption arc (with a couple exceptions I will get into) have their powers and abilities nerfed.

The thunder legion- All shown as strong mages. Freed was able to hold his own for a good while against Mira's Satan soul which is nothing to sneeze at, he was able to keep runes up across the entire city while doing so as well and was also selected for S-class. Evergreen was also selected for this and fought Erza for a decent amount of time, even if she also did loose. And Bickslow, despite not being selected for S-class like his teammates is powerful in his own right, after all he helped fight against 4 Grimoire heart members at once. Then during the Tartaros arc, they are taken out at the beginning of the arc (even though Laxus walks around after inhaling more band particles than them) and then they are taken out at the beginning of the Alvarez arc as well as not even taking out anyone. They took out the robot body of one of the Springan 12. That's it.

The Oracion Seiz- I don't think I need to explain how they were strong in their first arc but I've been rewatching key of the starry heavens for Au purposes and Midnight nullifies Byro's magic. The guy who could stand toe to toe with Gildarts in the same arc. Ignoring Erigor and potluck since they aren't redeemed, three of the four have two types of magic now. Cobra has his dragon slayer lacrima and has basically turned his sensitive hearing weakness into a strength by being able to send attacks from the noise around him. Midnight has his reflector magic and darkness magic giving him both a defense and a offense on top of his illusions. Racer now has his slowing magic and his speed magic and Angel has her summoning magic which were able to square up with someone on Freed and Gray's level. Then the Tartaros arc comes, and putting my rant about Midnight's appearance to one side (like seriously how did his hair go such a desaturated grey, his skin turning sickly and his eyes going from red to grey. That doesn't make sense because he looked way different in Kotsh and Alveraz) Jellal should have had his ass handed to him by the seiz. Also I'm sorry but am I the only one that finds it kinda wrong that Jellal, the guy who had them continued their enslavement for who knows how long and then sold them off to Brain, practically forces then into his guild. And Jellal wasn't being controlled, he was brain washed. He chose his actions based on something he'd been lied to about and manipulated into believing but he had fu control. And he was never that strong and he was beat by Macbeth before but somehow wins against four of them.

Juvia- I feel really bad for Juvia because she isn't basically fawning over Gray, she is a really fun character but.... Yeah. I liked the concept of Gajeel and Juvia no longer working as a team in Kotsh because it was interesting to see two people who came from the same background having drifted apart and not knowing how the other fights anymore but that didn't really happen. So many times Juvia is just used for jokes like it's been forgotten she was S-class.

Gajeel- I am aware Gajeel probably gets the nicest treatment aside from Laxus and Jellal but see, he does still get tossed around some. My problem isn't so much his power takes a nose dive, it's more he's used for jokes so much but like, a lot of them are kinda nasty. Everyone makes fun of his singing where he can hear them but like that probably hurts his self confidence. He's putting in the effort to express himself with something he enjoys and then his guildmates shoot him down. Then when he decides to go train before fighting Laxus after Natsu gets one shot, everyone calls him a coward for running from a fight he realised he couldn't win and Lily even said that he thought Gajeel was a warrior, implying he now thinks less of him. Lily also later is ready to scold Gajeel like an angry mother. But like why is Gajeel considered a coward when honestly that was a smart decision on his part. He took some nasty hits from Laxus during the fighting festival arc and he is a lot more susceptible to Laxus' hits than Natsu. (Then again, the guild had a real nasty streak between the tenrou team return and Kotsh considering there is an episode where Lucy walks into the guild to get help after turning invisible and everyone is shit talking her, including Levy. I would like to pretend that episode didn't exist because that was just horrible in so many ways) then he's just knocked from the Fairies Vs Sabers battle, knocked out of the fight in Kotsh and it's played for laughs.

Sabertooth- The sabertooth mages are also incredibly strong but they just sort of get tossed aside more than a power issue. Yeah sure Sting and Rogue show up regularly and do something and sometimes Minerva and Yukino if they're lucky but we don't really get much from the others. Now I will admit I'm a big Rufus fan just as much as I am a fan of Freed and Totomaru so naturally I am upset that there isn't much content involving him but like they don't even get a proper fight. Rufus, Orga and Dobengal all get crucified and then we see nothing of them later on. Upsetting to say the least.

In short, all the guys mentioned deserve more screentime. You can bet your boots I'm mad we haven't seen anything of Cobra, Meredy, Midnight, Richard and Racer during 100 years quest. Like I want to see what they are doing but nah. Naked Jellal. (Also was it necessary he say to Laxus' that he had been naked. I don't think he needed to know that) and extra mad both Rogue and Cobra never got a secret art because they deserve them.

#fairy tail #fairy tail rant #freed justine #evergreen #bickslow #cobra #fairy tail erik #fairy tail cobra #erik #racer #richard #hoteye #sawyer #midnight #macbeth #angel #sorano #fairy tail hoteye #fairy tail angel #fairy tail evergreen #fairy tail bickslow #fairy tail midnight #fairy tail Racer #juvia lockser #gajeel redfox #Sabertooth #Sting euclifee #Rogue Cheney #Rufus Lore #Orga Nanagear

[mistleaneous-chaos]

Elden Ring thoughts because I’ve been watching Woolie play it and thoughts keep poppin’ up somethin’ fierce

It’s fucked up of Castle Sol to have eclipse imagery after how much Dark Souls 3 made me worry so much about the game ending on a similar note

At the same time though if there is a connection between Souls and ER like people theorize I really fucking hope Elden Ring is in the FFAAAAAARR future because I honestly cannot handle it being a prequel because I cannot emotionally handle everything just leading to the literal wasteland that is the Dark Souls 3 DLC

Also btw, nobody’s been talking about it but the Elden Beast arena is literally surrounded by Erdtrees so that really makes me think that Erdtrees are possibly corrupted Archtrees from Dark Souls, like you fight it in a lake with a bunch of trees around so like, it’s not impossible?

Also it’d make sense considering the fact that after everything in the Souls Games, Ash Lake still fuckin’ exists?? Like it never disappeared or got destroyed or anything it just kept existing because nobody knew it even existed besides the Chosen Undead and uh, I don’t know if they’re still around, personally. And also it’d be fitting for the main driving force of the plot to have taken over the dregs of what came before and just infecting it. It’d also go with the theme of creatures taking refuge in that which came before like the claymen infesting the old cities, the creatures taking refuge in the Haligtree, etc

Man Albinaurics have it rough. They either wander Liurnia and can’t talk, get killed for existing in their village if they’re first generation, try to find their way to a land that they don’t even know if it exists for certain, or live in a Dynasty based entirely off of blood-worship… which ironically is the only one where they’re not actively in danger. Like it’s weird how the Albinaurics in the Mohgwyn dynasty are just, chilling??? Like it is a really dangerous place and there’s probably some dead ones or smth I missed but like, it seems chill? So yeah points for Mohg for doing more for the Omen and Albinaurics than Morgott did? Still pretty fucked up for that Miquella stuff though.

Speaking of, it actually does kind of make sense for Mohg to feel a sort of kinship with Miquella. Not only did they both have the same mother, they both tried to create new sorts of orders outside of the Golden Order, Mohg with his dynasty and Miquella with his Haligtree. Along with that is their use of blood in pursuit of their goals, specifically their own. Miquella uses his blood to try and spur the Haligtree to grow, and Mohg embraced his own blood in order to rise above the Order, so it’s not improbable for Mohg to have heard that and decided that Miquella could be useful

Also keep in mind Mohg is still definitely a fuck and I don’t wanna excuse ANY of the shit he did

I think a lot of people disregard the fact that like, a majority of the Runebearers are insane. Like not just Radahn, but like it’s made clear that almost, if not all of them were driven insane by the Great Runes and tainted by them according to Enia, and if I had to guess it’d be due to how long they’ve had them. Hell the only person who may be ok is Malenia and that’s just because she’s been in a coma for fucking forever. And keep in mind that likely includes Miquella, because when bringing up missing demigods Gideon says Ranni doesn’t matter because she discarded her great rune, implying Miquella does, so he’s probably a bit insane too. But overall it adds more depth to the demigods’ actions like Godrick possibly having had those ambitions before but them being enflamed by the great rune driving him mad, Morgott’s self-hatred and fixation on the erdtree maybe being stronger than it was because of the Rune, etc.

#elden ring #elden ring spoilers #elden ring lore #morgott the omen king #morgott #queen marika #general radahn #starscourge radahn #godfrey the first elden lord #godfrey #luminary mohg #ranni the witch #godrick the grafted #godwyn the golden #mohg lord of blood #godrick #lunar princess ranni #rykard #malenia #malenia blade of miquella #miquella of the haligtree #miquella #dark souls 3 #fromsoft #soulsborne #elden ring speculation #elden beast #albinauric

[awellboiledicicle]

[stumbles in with my pre-passover gummy bears]

GUYS FABLE/ELDEN RING AU THOUGHT

what if Theresa is able to see in other worlds because an outer god chose her and now she’s using the Spire like Marika used the Erd Tree, just in a far more contained and secretive manner?

What if The Tarnished of No Renown is the sibling of Logan and the hero of brightwall? Like long ago one of the Tarnished in Godfrey’s army settled in Albion--against all common sense-- and had kids with a Hero and it spiraled from there. Perhaps the weirdness of the Lands Between contributing to how weird the fourth type of hero is in general.

Imagine if they’d died on the same expedition where Logan faced the Crawler and the damage was just too great to be countered by Hero Blood. All they remember is cold and pain and laughter... followed by darkness. Then, decades later, they awake to the cave they died in. A glitter of gold worming its way from their palm to their chest. With it, an intense need to go somewhere, but where? Enter Theresa. They recognize her, of course they do-- Sparrow spoke of her often. The tone and impression of these talks varied, but she was still a common topic. Mostly good, though. Mostly. She tells them that death, it seems, is no longer their destiny. So she tells them that they must go on a journey, one even grander than their parent went on--far, far afield, beyond the wall of fog even the best cartographers were puzzled by.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Theresa teleports them to the Chapel of Anticipation with no further guidance than “Seek the Elden Ring” and imparting upon them a guild seal so they may grow in experience. 

They get knocked out falling from the cliff and are sick of caves. Just deeply sick of them when they wake up later. 

They assume Varre is a bandit and is just happy to not be instantly attacked. They assume everyone in the Lands Between is either insanely skilled or insanely brave for being outside. Melina chooses them because they seem rather impossibly determined.. and totally not using runes. When she lays a hand upon them, she can see the memories of thousands of beings interwoven into their very being. See the runes sitting untouched as their very soul plucks information from these slain spirits clinging to them and then... consumes it. Becomes stronger from it. She doesn’t know what they are, but she knows them not to be a tarnished. She chooses them regardless because she has... no other real option.

They do honestly, with complete confusion, ask Margit what the fuck he is while they’re fighting though. “You’re too big for a Hobbe, too thick to be a balvarine-- did your mum fuck a troll?” This does nothing to stop Margit’s dislike of them.

The Roundtable just assumes they’re tarnished and.... old. Or just sort of dim. Which is not true, their knowledge base is just.. Albion and Aurora centric. Some Samarkand and northern land info, but not much.

I imagine they wouldn’t wear armor and that would make everyone either impressed or deeply nervous.

Ooh Theresa could appear about midway through their quest to try swaying them to give the physical manifestation of the Ring to her upon quest completion. To ‘safeguard’ as she has the Spire. But Hero here has been learning and growing attached to this place and is reasonably sure the lands between would have some major, major bad news come if the ring physically left. “world in its influence collapsing” bad news. “Scarlet rot running rampant because the greater will isn’t keeping it in check” bad. But it could turn out she was pulling a Fable 3, turning them against everyone else so it would be easier to manipulate them so her outer god could take over. She could probably convince them that they would be countering the god of rot, appearing at a grace in Caelid and talking there. Melina stays hidden during Theresa’s invasions.

Ooh that could spur them trying to gather allies over just killing things, because then there’d be a structure to the land they’d inherit-- a net of influence to air recovery. A reason to apologize for calling Margit’s mother a trollfucker. Especially given they’d find out its Marika at some point and go “oh, well. uh. oops”

Oh no i’m drafting this in my head and it owns bones.

#au ideas #fable #elden ring #Elden Hero

[purple-heart-x]

Error

I’ve been encouraged to post some of the old, old writing that I have. Very whumpy, though I didn’t know there was a word for that. I’m cringing a little and it’s much less polished than my newer stuff, but enjoy!

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Summary/Context: Because this started as a blurb between friends, y’all need some context. It go bullet point because Joy no want to make the paragraph make sense

The Healer has some limited magic powers but relies heavily on actual medical practice because she has not fully mastered her power. She is a human, but was gifted healing and several other powers. This is 100% lore and no I will not explain (jk i will have you seen me lore dump in asks lmao)

Jack is a half-ghost, half-human being. He is able to travel dimensions via runes and, as a non-fully-human, is originally from a non-human realm. Think Omen from Valorant? He speaks in bold/italics/both when distressed or in pain. Which both apply here :) He was a stranger to the humans at first, but eventually helped them on their quest. He knew the rovers for a long time, notably Quinn. He had become their friend, but disappeared mysteriously right after their first “adventure” was over. (And now we know, he was captured by Jules)

Quinn is half-human, half-”robot” (not truly a robot, but close.st definition available). He led a group of others of his kind (called rovers) for a long time until a series of events led mainly by Jules brought him, his group, the Healer, and several other similarly-powered humans together. Other rovers include Paragon. (There are more, but they haven’t been introduced yet.) Humans will remain unnamed except the Healer, for now. 

After Jules was defeated back then, they gave up on their previous base and decided to make their new base a huge house (more of a mansion). This is the current setting, for the most part.

Jules is an extraterrestrial menace from Jack’s original universe. They strive to gain power to take over the world. It is unclear why, but they see eliminating Jack as well as all the rovers as essential to their plan succeeding. They do not care about the humans but try to destroy them when they get in their way.

In Chapter 2 I use different text styles like bold and italics to note different people talking. I’m betting you can guess who Quinn is! :D

That’s it for now, feel free to ask anything you’d like. I might continue this, I’ve come to like it.

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Tagging- @shydragonrider 

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If you think you know exactly what universe this is referencing, please do not publicly comment. My DMs should be open.

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TW: Mention of starvation, mans gets injured, fever, delirium, everyone’s got b a c k s t o r y, 

Chapter 1

She ran after his racing form, desperately calling his name as he veered left and right, trying to lose her. She followed close, pleas for him to wait eventually silenced by breathlessness. She decided to gradually slow down, and the next time he changed direction, she pretended to continue away from him. She cut through the trees, just in time to see him summon a small rune to open a portal. Just in time to hesitate then follow him through.

The first thing she noticed was the lack of colour in this place. Everything was reduced nearly to grey, with only faint hints of colour, if any. Jack was standing in the center of a large grey platform, making an obvious effort not to move a muscle despite the beads of sweat on his forehead and the shakiness of each breath he took. He didn’t even notice the huge figure opposite him until they spoke. “Did you arrive without issue?”

They could almost feel his fear as he responded. “I… was followed briefly…”

“And?”

“I lost… them within… ten minutes…”

The figure nodded, staring coldly down at him. “Well, since you failed your simple task…”

Something in him seemed to break his mask and he started to tremble. “P-p-please-- It-- Please, it’s been four d-da-”

“BE SILENT!”

He was starting to hunch inwards, shaking violently by now. “P-p- I--”

They were screaming now, “You thought it would be five days? MAKE IT SIX!”

She barely suppressed her gasp of shock.

And then, he fell. His legs collapsed under him and he fell forward, arms wrapped around his now-still form. They regarded him from their high stance and then left, closing off the platform and the area surrounding it in some cage. 

She silently counted out three full minutes, making sure they were truly gone, before emerging from their hiding place in the shadows. She climbed the steep steps quickly, rushing to his side. Whispered his name. Glanced quickly around to make sure no one heard.

He didn’t respond and no one seemed to hear, so she tried again. He still did not respond. Gently, she turned him over on his back, shocked at how light he was. She grasped his shoulder and lightly shook him, trying not to disturb him too much. “Jack, please… Wake up…”

He finally stirred, slowly opening his eyes. When they landed on her, they widened, and he drew in a breath, throwing an arm out to shield his face. “Please-! Please d- I-!”

She was shocked at how afraid he was. Even in the face of danger, he’d always maintained his grim composure, but now here he was, trembling on the floor, raw fear clear on his face. Immediately, she tried to calm him, speaking quietly so as not to frighten him. “Hey… Jack, it’s okay-- I’m not here to hurt you.”

He tried to say something else, but his already weak arms suddenly gave out. 

She lunged, barely catching him from cracking his head on the ground. Gently, she lowered him to the ground, trying not to show the concern on her face that would only make him panic. Once he realised he had been released, he stared up at her with wide eyes. “H-how… Why… You--”

She was kneeling now, next to him. “I’m not going to hurt you. You are safe with me, I promise you.

He blinked, eyes full of panic fading back down to exhaustion. “I- I- D-didn’t mean t…o… R-run…”

She nodded. “From what I heard, I gather she made you…?”

He nodded. “Sh-she wanted me to… Spy…”

“It’s alright,” she assured him.

He spoke, suddenly. “D-d-do you h-have…Water...”

She was surprised- yet so glad- that he’d asked for it outright. “Yes, here,” she said, unstrapping a water bottle from her belt.

She held it out for him. But although he strained to move his arm, eyes tearing up from the effort, he could not do it. Through the whole thing, he was stuttering, full of fear, trying to beg for her to wait, that he could do it, to please, please-

“It’s okay,” she said softly. “It’s okay. Here, let me help you.”

She helped him sit up, leaning against the edge of the boundary. Little droplets of tears ran down his face, and he was trying not to fully cry, they could feel it. She held the bottle for him, allowing him to finally drink. “It’s alright…”

He looked so desperate for the water. It almost broke her. She tried to keep their mind off it, instead focusing on allowing him to drink his fill. He'd only gotten worse since when she'd first seen him. Each breath came with a shudder and his eyes were by now fluttering. He was trying to say something, but his words slurred. 

She tried to keep the concern off their face. "Jack… I don't think you're doing too well right now after what you've been through, and I don't have many of the things I need to help you. Can I bring you to our base? We can help you there."

His eyes were struggling to stay open. His voice was hoarse and barely audible. "Wi- W-Wi...th th-em-?”

She had to respond honestly. "Yes, with everyone."

His breathing trembled worse as he asked, "With- him?"

She nodded again. "Yes, with him. He misses you, Jack…"

The shivering form blinked. "Oh," he said in a tiny voice.

And then he dropped down into unconsciousness.

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Bonus! Short Chapter :)

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Chapter 2

"What happened?"

"He's here?"

"He's hurt?"

"Where was he?"

"…Jack…?"

She bit her lip and tried to answer the questions as quickly as possible. "He was forced to spy on us for days by- by Jules. They starved him for about four or five days, yet still forced him to run on what appears to have progressed into an ankle broken in three places."

She glanced at her friends' faces. Shock, all of them. Quinn looked sick, refusing to look up from his friend's troubled face as he blinked back tears.

They had to do something. "Somebody get the first aid kit. Somebody else make some tea. No sugar. He won't be able to handle it right now. Is the guest room open?"

Everyone fell into place with the orders. It was time to save their falling friend.

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Man, y’all are getting content today. One more juicy chapter for tonight.

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Chapter 3

Two days. That's how long it took for him to wake up. That's how long Quinn stayed up, at his side. Unable to sleep. Only able to sit and watch as the one he loved wavered between life and death.

Two days. That's how long the Healer worked, trying to get him to wake up. How long she tried to hold back her tears for the others. How long she spent each night between checks on him to research in her small personal library.

Two days. That's how long the others feared their shadowy friend would simply disappear in front of them.

Two. Days. That was enough for Jules to know he was gone.

Everyone knew that. Some wanted to fight while others wanted to run. Quinn finally called a meeting the second night. 

"Well, as you may know, Jack is still not awake. And by now it is far enough along that Jules knows he is gone."

Murmurs follows his statements. 

"I also am aware that we are conflicted on what should be done."

Almost immediately, people shouted out their opinions and reasonings. He hushed them. "What I think we must do," he spoke louder to be heard, "is to see if this location is in her view, and if it is…"

Everyone paused as his voice got low. "We'll make sure that digital horror never finds us or hurts us again."

Some people were nodding while others were looking slightly doubtful. But as Jaidan quickly pulled up the database, the Healer came sprinting down the stairs, whispering something in Quinn’s ear. The look on Quinn’s face never changed, but a slight twitch in his facial muscles alerted Paragon. He tilted his head just slightly, and Quinn nodded. He approached the mini “stage” in the middle of the room, which was really just the one misplaced stair that they hadn’t bothered to remove. He picked up where Quinn had left off, a common experience in their household. 

Meanwhile, Quinn was silent as he rushed up the stairs behind the Healer. The minute they’d flown down the stairs, he knew something was wrong. Group meetings were hard enough without interruption, since the group was so big to begin with. “Jack’s woken up,” she whispered urgently, “half-delirious and dreaming he’s being hurt. He’s asking for you.”

Asking, he found, was a stretch. A more accurate word would be begging. As he climbed the final stairs, he could already hear Jack’s ragged sobs from the furthest room down the corridor. The Healer’s dark eyes were sorrowful and concerned as they stepped aside to let him pass before them. He strode quickly down the hall, opening the door cautiously. 

Jack was on the bed, looking tiny even on the small-sized bed. Perhaps that was also partially because he was bent almost double, hands clutched together as if to defend his face, whimpering in complete terror of an unknown attacker. What hit him harder than a sword in the chest, though, was the sentence that kept tumbling out of Jack’s mouth each time his mind perceived another attack in whatever delusion he was trapped in.

“Quinn… H-Help me…” he trembled, “Please, it hurts so bad- Make it stop… Please, make it stop… Quinn, p-please help me…”

And he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet. He didn’t even know Quinn was actually there. There were so many things bubbling in Quinn’s chest, but he pushed them aside as he rushed to the side of the bed, not hesitating to sit on it next to his terrified friend. 

Quinn knew him, knew what would help. He turned slightly, lifting Jack into his arms. As the tiny figure began to struggle, he restrained him, looping an arm around his flailing ones. He hugged him close, firmly, but loosely enough that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “It’s okay,” he said in a soft tone, “I’m here… I’m not going to let them hurt you any more, okay? I’m here now, it’s okay.”

The grey-eyed figure stopped struggling as he recognised the voice. “Q-Quinn?” he asked, squinting without his glasses. 

“It’s me,” he said again, sighing quietly in relief as Jack calmed down slightly. 

Jack swallowed hard, shifting with Quinn’s help to face him. “I-It hurts,” he wept, face still clenched tight with pain. 

“I know, hun, we’re trying to get it to stop,” Quinn whispered gently. 

It was like that for a while, Quinn holding Jack close while Jack held on tighter. It was as if he didn’t truly believe Quinn was actually there, and he clutched tightly to his oldest friend as if to keep him from leaving again. And even though his fingers were digging slightly into Quinn’s skin, he was able to tolerate it by the way Jack’s arms shook with effort. 

Even though Jack was so relieved to have Quinn with him, his body was giving out too much to express it. He was barely able to gasp out anything besides “It hurts”, to which Quinn could only try to soothe him. 

Eventually, he couldn’t even manage that, and started to fall back into unconsciousness. He fell asleep with Quinn stroking his hair lightly.

Quinn nodded to the Healer, who lingered in the doorway, and she gently rested her hands on the injured soul’s waist to bring him to the med table. But the minute her fingertips touched him, he flinched and jolted awake, a tiny, scared noise escaping his lips. 

Before he could panic further, Quinn jumped in. “It’s okay, Jack, that’s just my friend. She’s here to help you feel better, okay? I’m still here. I’m still here, I promise.”

Jack relaxed slightly and allowed the Healer to pick him up. He gave a little nod, and whispered, “O-okay…” as the Healer carried him gently to the next room. 

A whimper lingered in the air.

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[teaveetamer]

Honestly, you are so right about younger characters being for younger audiences. Since the base designs are so widely used people seem to forget that Corrin and Robin have multiple builds, specifically to cater to a wider range of players.

This minor Elise age drama actually reminds me of when the Rune Factory 5 characters were announced. Someone posted about how upset they were for there being a really young looking marriage option and one of the comments on the post was “I’m glad I can marry someone around my age, I’d feel weird if I had to pick someone way to old for me”.

Exactly! I actually played BR the first time with the young Corrin model (I just thought she looked cuter than the middle tier one. I didn't realize just how young she looked in until they put her up next to the older characters like Xander and Camilla) and I spent the entire first playthrough thinking Takumi and Leo were Corrin's older siblings as well because of it lol.

And god don't even get me started on the RF5 drama with the bachelor/ettes. I actually posted about how I liked the RF5 bachelors much better than RF4 and I couldn't stop rolling my eyes at the discourse that cropped up.

I do agree that I think they went a little young with the bachelorettes, though my complaint is more that they just didn't have any older looking ones. Like there's no Murakumo or Lucas-tier bachelorette. Though I also don't think that they're all intended to actually be young. The artstyle of SoS has been getting more young-cutesy the past several entries and so I think that's part of it. Cutesy artstyle means some characters just wind up looking younger.

But the only RF5 guy who looks young enough to be under 18 is Cecil, and even then I'd probably put him at about 15 years old minimum. And oh look, the game is rated ESRB T (13+)/CERO A (Acceptable for all ages).

RF4 was also originally rated E10+/CERO A and the youngest bachelor/ette is Kiel/Amber, who look to be about the correct age for the youngest potential players of the game.

I think a lot of people forget that RF/SoS/HM games are meant to appeal to younger audiences as well. Most people I know who play the games started playing them when they were like 10, too! But the second you get a young bachelor/ette it's like they completely forget that children play these games and start accusing you of being a pedo if you don't see anything wrong with it. If romancing the young characters makes you uncomfortable then just, like, don't do it? They're not for you, that's okay. I don't see why younger players should be locked out of having options just because a very small minority of adults might be weird about it.