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dedoggie · 6 months
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Bee Rucky!! 🐝💛 Paladins should have bee/gardener skins, so some friends and I did a collab together on this idea. Here is my part!! 🥰💛
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theyakatesketch · 2 years
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Ruckus and Bolt Sketch
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kit-williams · 2 months
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First Meeting
Lion El'Johnson D&D AU
Canon status? It's canon to its AU
"How did you meet mother?" Luthor says looking up at his father as he draws the heavy bow back watching his father's eyes narrow before letting the arrow loose.
"Why are you suddenly so interested?" Lion says calmly as he and his son start to forestwalk.
Between patches of trees their conversation can be heard by the moss and the ferns and the fungi. "Because I'm a man now."
Lion snorts at his sixteen year old son. Still just a boy in his eyes as he was no Primarch no need for him to grow up quickly. "Is that so?"
"And well not everyone can save a damsel in distress to get a wife." Luthor says as if it is obvious. The fledgling Paladin and the Dark Angel look to the twisted beast snarling as the arrow Lion had loosed had ripped right on through it.
"Fine I'll tell you. Kill the quarry." Lion said pulling his sword out just watching his son fight. He had promised his Dove that he would make sure the boy was safe.
"SMITE!" Luthor shouted and Lion watched those green eyes turn gold as he could feel it... out of all his children so far Lion had sired... he was truly his grandfather's child. As power rushed into the monster through his sword and it laid dead. He could tell Luthor was grinning under his winged helm.
"Alright."
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Seventeen years earlier
Lion frowned at the ruckus the soldiers were making. He clearly knew his part in keeping this fledgling lord safe... perhaps his brothers were right that he was simply a sellsword at the moment but Lion didn't care. Beasts seemed to be in plenty supply for him to fight.
"Not a party man?" A voice cooed at him as he looked over at the maiden, though maiden was a strong term given her appearance as she grinned at him. Shoulders exposed to the twilight sky, her blonde hair in unruly trussels, and she gave him such a cat caught with the cream grin. "Oh I do apologize," She cooed with certainly no apology in her voice, "Not a party man, ser?"
"Lion." His deep timber resonated as he gave her his name.
"Oh the big man of the hour. I hear the lord is going to give you something nice tomorrow." She winked and Lion just scoffed but Gloria took it in good stride given the fact the mighty Ser Lion hadn't backhanded her away or shooed her off.
"And what would you know of it?" He said pulling on his gambeson and freeing his long blonde hair from its tie. It fell straight verses this maiden's half curled locks.
Lion's icy blue eyes watched her face as she hesitated for a brief moment... the slight shame in her tone before she just lightens it, "Well I'm one of his handmaidens it's my job to know." She forces a smile.
"Well why are you here?" Lion asks bluntly and it seems she is unphased by his rough nature.
"In his service or besides you?"
"Both." Lion says waving a hand as he walks over to a small stone wall and sits on it.
She shrugs following him, "Got nothing else really going for me. And to let you know good Ser I was out here catching my breath first. Only so many times you can allow your ass to get slapped passing by men before it gets annoying."
Lion's head snapped towards her and she sighed, "None of that good Ser no need to waste your righteous chivalric anger on a pigeon like me." She says sitting on the wall with a smile.
"Pigeon?" Lion says softly.
"Yeah, some men like to think proper court ladies like doves. Pure and just sit there being demure and cooing softly. I'm hardly anything like that. I'm just some piebald bird only good for sending missives and annoying the bakers for bread. Nothing like a dove."
Lion sat for a moment before speaking, "Doves and Pigeons come from the same family. A dove is just a fancy pigeon."
She blinked at him before slapping her skirt and laughing nearly falling off if not for his hand grabbing her arm as she just laughs and laughs. He tilts his head not seeing what is so funny about it.
"Oh thank you Ser Lion you've made my night. Perhaps I shouldn't be so dismissive of myself."
The topic of conversation is lost to his memory but she eventually tells him her name... Gloria. How it dances from his mouth. Lion was taught on Caliban to seek the demur and courtly woman but there was a freshness to Gloria.
"Ser Lion I'm awful at dancing." She says holding his hands looking down at her feet.
"You're in good company. I'm awful at dancing myself."
Again she tilted her head back laughing, "Then why are we trying this?"
"To live as fools for a night." Lion says softly as the two do slow methodical steps. Hardly any room for deviance on Lion's part as his hand rests on her hip as her off hand rests on his shoulder and the other hand for both of them rest together.
"Forgive what I am about to say Ser Lion but bad dancer my ass." Gloria giggles as he takes the lead before dipping her and a furious blush rushes over her face as this feels scandalous.
"I cannot forgive your mouth Lady Gloria." He smiles internally as she giggles at being called a lady. Her rough hands against his as they simply dance. But the night grows long and tomorrow calls for duty.
"I won't say I wish to see you again... I won't get my hopes up." Gloria says.
"Why not?" Lion uncharacteristically asks.
"While you are getting some lucky lady as a gift, Oh hope you aren't torn up about the surprise being ruined. I get to share the bed of a new man to help convince another knight to stay here. But if by some act it should be you... tell him you've never met me." And with that Lion knows not to ask questions with the list in her voice... the way she looks away and down... the shame of it all. Before she looks up, "I hope to get enough one day... go out and have a small adventure... perhaps find my own knight in shining armor." She pauses for a few moments, "Oh I must be boring you. Have a good night Ser Lion. I shall treasure this night."
"Good night Lady Gloria." He says kissing her hand causing her to blush deeply.
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"A simple companion nothing more really." His lord says walking with Lion and as much as he wishes he was back home... Lion remembers to remain somewhat humble. He and his brothers have not siezed power in these lands for a reason... they did not want to be warlords again. But Oh how the Lion wish he could throw his weight around but without his sons to rally to his aid... Lion huffed.
"Again my Lord I do not need some nanny to cook and keep my armor cleaned or patch my holes."
"But you could be using your time elsewhere verses mending your things yourself. Just allow her to show her use." Lion could see that glint in his eye but he would humor the man. "She is particularly good at what she does. Ser Lion this is Gloria."
He was the master of keeping a stone face as he looked over Gloria. No longer in attire fit for a lower class she was put into lower nobility attire, her wild hair pinned back into a tight bun, painted lips, all of that wild bubbly energy he saw the prior night gone as that piebald pigeon she had called herself... had been painted white and forced to coo so sweetly. "I am but your humble servant Ser Lion." She says with practiced grace.
"Have you two met?" The lord says looking over at Gloria.
Lion speaks up first, "No. I've never met her. I would have certainly remembered meeting a charming dove."
She curtsies lower, "You flatter me good Ser."
"Splendid. Just if she doesn't meet your tastes just let me know." He says turning away as Gloria spares him a look and for once the Lion feels a mixture of anger and pity. He ignores the prattling of his lord as he takes her hand and once again kisses the back of it.
"It is lovely to make your acquaintance my Lady."
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Luthor just looked at his father blinking. "Wait mother always mentioned there being a dragon."
"Her old liege lord is the dragon in her stories. She simply was saving her dignity. Unlike your Uncle Curze's wife who embraced her past your mother doesn't like to remember it." The Lion says before walking over and lopping the beast's head off. "You did good today Luthor." He says patting his son's head.
While Luthor much like many of his cousins inherited most of their features from their fathers... Luthor inherited his mothers eyes and her unfiltered smile.
"So when are you going to tell me about the Dark Angels?" Luthor says looking up at his father.
"That is a talk for when you are older." Lion says softly as they walk together.
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emblazons · 1 year
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"I think it would be easier if we were a team."
Day Five of @bylerweek2023 - Secret Identities aka - the Modern!Byler + DnD AU no one asked for
The details for their character sheets came from here + here, though only Mike's is confirmed secondary media. The details + story behind these versions of byler under the cut!
The Secret
The Cleric (Will) & The Paladin (Mike) have been playing digital campaigns together for nearly five years now, after Mike‘s then-newfound investment in Critical Role inspired him to hunt for an online DnD game to play for himself.
Inseparable on the pixelated battlefield, their half a decade of campaigning together has slowly turned them into the best of (digital) friends, as they’ve shared their deepest secrets in the anonymous-but-meaningful way you can only online. From Will admitting that his main concern even outside being ridiculed for his sexuality is healing from childhood PTSD to Mike admitting that his picture-perfect family hates his interests and would never accept that he likes guys, both of them have learned to defer to each other in and out of campaigns—they have grown deeply fond of each other through their characters’ adventures…and chats that mean more to both of them than they would dare admit aloud.
Even so, all the Cleric and the Paladin really know about each other on a practical level is that they’re both 20 this year, are both in college now, and that they both come from the Midwest—though they do hope to meet one day if it ever makes sense.
There really is nothing like a friend who gets to see the sides of you you’re not allowed to show in any other space—and neither of them wants to live their entire lives without someone who treats them as well as their longtime D&D companion.
The Identities
Mike Wheeler and Will Byers have been in each other’s orbit since elementary school in Hawkins, though Will’s been pretty distant about keeping tabs on Mike since he dated (and subsequently broke up) with his sister El during freshman year. Mike always enjoyed the time he spent with Will and could tell that Will felt the same, though Mike knew from the second he broke up with El that Will’s love for his family was going to take precedence over their mutual interest in the same (nerdy) things—the same way it did for his sister Nancy when she broke up with Will’s brother, Jonathan, when they went to college.
It’s been years since that happened now, though—and the last time Mike spoke to Will was when they gave each other a friendly hug goodbye the day of high school graduation. Now well into his 3rd year of college, Mike only knows that Will goes to IU just like he does…but on a campus of over 30,000 people and as an English major to Will’s Visual Arts, it’s not like they see each other.
Even so, time away from his exacting family has made Mike more comfortable, and he has slowly realized that it’s time to branch out of his solely hypothetical “rebellious” spaces and into meeting real people who share his interests—to fully embrace is love of DnD in real life to learn the fine art of figurine painting, soak up all the wisdom to be found in classic printed dungeon master guides, and experience the ruckus of a well-strategized in-person campaign. That’s why, on one rainy Friday night in March, he wanders into the Hellfire Club—the on-campus DnD group he’s heard of but never been brave enough to join.
Given his knowledge of Will from all those years ago, seeing the guy he grew up with sitting next to him for Eddie Munson’s grungy basement campaign wasn’t all that much of a surprise, actually. What was a surprise was what happened when he looked down at the table in front of the boy next to him….only to see “Will the Wise” at the top of Will Byers character sheet, plain as day.
tl;dr - you're 20, and your long-time online crush bestie who knows all your secrets turns out to be the brother of the girl you dated for five seconds at 14. Chaos ensues.
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Please may I have a Blue exorcist scenario of when you (FEMALE reader *she is a highly skilled Paladin and Rin's childhood friend and everything and she is his girlfriend and the same age as Rin*) basically defended Rin when you made an excuse to talk to Bon alone in his home. You understood his pain considering how you lost your older sister in the blue night when you were a baby at the time but it caused a lot of pain for your family which was understandable considering that they lost a daughter. Your tone generally was serious when you remarked; "Only jerks judge books by their covers man.." Bon didn't appreciate that you called him a jerk when you said that..but you only proved your point when he basically grabbed you by the collar when he asked in a dangerous voice of what exactly you were implying. You told him that you thought that he was a good friend but obviously regarding how Rin had been treated recently..you thought wrong. You basically forced him to apologise to Rin the next day
Kinda angsty but not exactly..it's just the reader teaching someone a good lesson about not judging a book by its cover.
Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the scenario!
Fandom: Blue Exorcist
Character: Bon Suguro x gn! Reader (platonic, Reader is in a relationship with Rin)
Work Count: 1.1k (1,118 words)
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“Well it’s not my fault I have to share a classroom with this lazy slob.”
“Oh yeah, well it’s not my fault I have to share a classroom with this perfect grade A student who always does well in exams.”
“Uh, Rin, that’s not really an insult…”
“And as if it’s not bad enough that I have to look at your ugly face all the time, you’re the son of Satan. Literally the spawn of the one creature I hate most in this world.”
The classroom fell silent. The longer it went on, the less anyone seemed to know how to break it. Finally your teacher, Rin’s older brother, Yukio, cleared his throat.
Your relationship with Yukio was strange. On one hand, he was your boyfriend’s brother, who loved him dearly but was delighted you were there to help keep him in line. On the other, he was your teacher who you had a healthy amount of both fear and respect for.
You were grateful for his intervention now as both of these roles.
“Well, if you don’t mind, we’ll get back to the class shall we?”
Rin and Bon were still glaring at each other but at Yukio’s words Bon exhaled loudly through his nose and looked away, sitting back down.
Rin scoffed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Although the words were muttered under his breath, you saw Bons eyes light up in anger again and he raised his hands as if to slam them down on the table.
“Mr Suguro, Mr Okumura, that is enough.” There was a sharp edge to Yukio’s voice now, “You will remain in your seats and, unless you’re answering a question, I don’t want to hear another word out of either of you. Am I understood?”
Silence.
“Am. I. Understood.” It wasn’t a question anymore.
“Yes sir.”
“Yeah.”
Yukio let out a deep breath. “Alright then, back to the topic at hand.”
~ After class had finished, everyone began filing out of the classroom. Yukio called out to Rin as he tried to sneak out and, as they turned into the hallways together, you could hear Yukio berating his brother for making such a ruckus in class.
You stood up from your desk, turning to where Bon was still packing away his supplies. Usually, he was much faster with this, but today you suspected he was trying to put some distance between himself and Rin.
You walked over to him. Shima and Konekomaru were standing next to him, discussing lunch.
“Hey, Bon?”
He looked up from his bag. “Yeah? What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you could help me out with some of the homework. There’s a bit I’m not sure I understand.”
The corner of Bon’s mouth twitched. “Not going to ask your boyfriend for help?” You could hear the jeering tone in his voice but knew it wasn’t directed at you.
“Rin’s great and all but when it comes to study, I’d rather get advice from someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”
Bon smiled. “Yeah, I guess I can’t blame you there. Sure, I’ll help.” He turned to his friends, “You guys go on ahead. I’ll catch up.”
Shima and Konekomaru waved their goodbyes as they left the room. You waited until you couldn’t hear their footsteps anymore before turning back to Bon.
“So, what homework did you need help with?”
You shook your head. “No homework sorry. That was a lie. I just needed an excuse to talk to you alone.”
A frown creased his brow. “About what?”
You took a breath. You’d been waiting for this opportunity for a while and now that it was here, you had to make sure you got what you wanted to say right. “It’s about Rin. And the way you treat him.”
Bon rolled his eyes and stood as if to leave. You stepped in front of him to block his way. Frustration glimmered in his eyes as his frown deepened.
“I know I’m his partner and you might think this is just me looking out for my boyfriend but even if we weren’t a couple, I’d still feel the same way. It’s not cool the way you treat him. Only jerks judge books by their covers man.”
Bon lunged forward, grabbing you by the collar of your uniform and pulling you close. “What exactly are you implying? You don’t know me! You don’t know what I’ve been through because of his father. I lost everything! You could never know what that’s like. And don’t call me a jerk.”
“Oh, don’t I?” Now you could feel the anger rising in your own chest, “So you’re saying I didn’t lose my older sister in the Blue Night? I didn’t have to grow up, knowing my entire life that there was someone so close to me that I would never get the chance to meet?”
You saw realisation hit Bon but you weren’t finished. “I do know Bon. I know better than anyone. And you know what? I still care about him. Because he’s not his father. Oh, and by the way?” You lifted a hand to tap at his, where they were still bunched up in the fabric of your collar, “You are a jerk. If you aren’t, why did you grab me like that just now?”
Bon released your uniform abruptly, as if he’d just realised he was still holding it. “Sorry.”
You smoothed down the fabric. “Yeah, you should be. I’m going to have to iron this now.”
“No, I mean I’m sorry about your sister. And grabbing you. I shouldn’t have said those things. You’re right, I was being a jerk.”
“You shouldn’t be apologising to me. You should be apologising to Rin. He hates Satan as much as you do. He’s not his father.” You sighed. “I thought you were a good friend to him, but I guess I was wrong. If you were really his friend, you’d know that.”
Bon let out a long, deep breath. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. He just has a way of rubbing me the wrong way, you know?”
You laughed. “Oh boy, do I. He’s been an irritation since the day I met him. But he’s a good person. And that’s all that matters.”
Bon nodded, clearly deep in thought.
You picked up your bag and swung it over your shoulder. “Come on. We should get to lunch before it’s finished.”
Bon shouldered his own bag and walked to the door with you. The tension in the room had dissipated, leaving only an understanding between you and Bon.
Before you left, you lightly punched his shoulder. “By the way, you’re apologising to Rin tomorrow okay?”
Bon smiled, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”
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innerunderrain · 2 years
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Paladin [Yan! Knight.Childe x Princess! Fem.Reader]
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Paladin: a determined advocate or defender of a noble cause
Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, infantilizing behavior, mentions of slight gore and minor characters deaths, war and battles, implied physical and mental abuse, implied neglectful family, beliefs on God, non-consensual touching, apathy, implied non-con towards the end, forced marriage, mass genocide, slightly longer story than usual.
Word count: 2k+
Minors DNI
Part 2 [NSFW]
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Childe was far from a hero.
How could he be hailed as a hero when he was a key contributor in destroying the prosperity of an insignificant nation that had never disrespected the Tsaritsa nor any of their pledges to Snezhnaya? It wasn't his place to dispute commands given by greater authority; he simply did what he was ordered, seeing no issue with the notion considering that it would help him further enhance his combat experience and learn of new worthy opponents. In fact, he was rather overjoyed to have been given the opportunity to serve as a sword in the Tsaritsa's army!
Although, the battle ended quickly, with Tsaritsa troops massacring the majority of the village's residents and vassals, with not a single domicile remaining due to the smoldering inferno that devoured the town, producing large fumes to swirl into the sunken sky. The scenery reminded Childe of the illustration of the underworld the Church would often display to the young children, in an attempt at manipulating them into a devoted believer.
Childe proceeded towards the palace's grand hall, whistling a nursery tune that Teucer had regularly loved to recite, wiping the metallic liquid off his face with the cuff of his black coat, wondering if the blood could somehow be washed off. It was crucial to ensure that every member of the royal family were to be executed, considering Capitano had earlier commanded him to apprehend and slaughter any individual who was still present within the palace. Childe nearly felt bad because, from his recollection, none of the royal family were particularly competent fighters, they couldn't even regulate their elemental abilities. Perhaps the Tsaritsa had a point when she had decided to eliminate this good-for-nothing nation. While it was depressing, what else could he do about it?
He threw open the entrance to the council chamber anticipating to see a considerable number of Royals huddling together at the rear of the room with a fearful expression upon their pitiful faces, ready to hear their pleas of wanting to live.
But the room was empty.
Childe held his breath while the eerie silence persisted, listening for any ruckus in the hopes of overhearing someone gasping for air, quietly mumbling a way to escape.
Nothing.
It's just fantastic. Capitano will not be delighted with him when he discovers that all these pesky nobles seemed to have fled, betraying their people and leaving them to die within the scorching flames. Childe turned away in a huff, preparing to leave the room, disheartened but also expecting a brilliant lecture from his idol once he receives the chance to file a report. The sound of soft yet frantic footsteps awakened his excitement, whilst did a flash of white from the edges of his vision and a loud whoosh. Which prompted him to take a quick step back, avoiding being injured by a small knife that was held by a pair of gloved hands, rather small hands in fact.
Childe charged forward, shoving the perpetrator to the ground, a high pitched howl escaping their lips as his knee prodded into their back.
"Oh? A soldier?"
He whistled before noticing the white gown that complemented your figure, the hair accessories that scrunched up the majority of your hair, and the white satin gloves that encased your flimsy fingers.
"No - a Princess?"
You didn't say anything but looked at him as you squirmed all over the ground beneath his knee, trying in vain to get the man to loosen his grip on you. Childe merely stood still, savoring your facial landmarks and appraising how charming you appeared whilst under his grip, seemingly pleased at the way that ungodly fear began to form within the pit of your eyes. How cute, if rabbits were capable of personifying themselves, he was sure that you would be the perfect epitome of those little things.
Childe briefly releases his firm grip on you before lowering himself to your level to grab your face harshly to examine your expression. Really pretty, indeed. You were quite fitting for your title of _'Princess,' _Childe mused.
"Where are you taking me?"
You questioned, your voice apprehensive, as Childe encouraged you to stand, his hand nudging your left arm forward, dragging you along as he leapt out into the hall. A warm liquid seeped into your worn-out shoes, and you grimaced as you realised it was indeed blood. A substantial amount of blood coated the floor, and you nearly threw up when you noticed the gory carcasses of troops strewn throughout the walls, their eyes rolled into the back of their head, not a single life seemingly spared within the blood massacre.
Childe merely gave you a fleeting glance before responding, his tone sounding strikingly chipper despite the horrifying spectacle that was unfolding out right in front of you two, prompting your suspicion to be more evident towards the old man.
"I believe you'll be accompanying me, Princess."
The Tsaritsa promised that she would grant Childe any request, having allowed him to partake in the combat with the other harbingers. Childe honestly didn't know what to wish for before commencing the fight as, apart from that motivation to fight, which again is simply his own little private ambition, he pretty much had everything he sought. Although, The Tsaritsa remarked that after partaking in the mission, his attitude seems to have changed.
His request was a clear one—he requested for the revered Princess of the exiled nation to be brought in hand for marriage. The Tsaritsa seemed rather reluctant at first, before agreeing with a sigh and stating that he must not further tarnish the reputation of Snezhnaya since she's already allowing him to marry a Princess from a traitor's land.
You were kept alive as the other members of your family were rapidly arrested by Capitano and his men and then executed in front of the whole Snezhnaya's community. While you were pardoned, the Fatuis only tossed you into a chilly, gloomy dungeon that mirrored the country you were once compelled to live in. You scoffed at the irony, huddling in the corner of the dark cell as you attempted to run your hands together to produce just any sort of heat that seemed rather useless.
But one day, you found yourself suddenly free.
No one told you anything; rather simply escorted you to a lavish chamber that was considerably exquisite than your previous bedroom at the palace. You are coerced into taking a bath by the Snezhnaya's maid, who oil your locks with a rose-scented shampoo and powdered your face to the finest quality. Every time you would questioned them what was going on, they would just look at you for a brief moment before continuing to dress you in a gown that unnervingly copied the wedding gown that your older sister wore to her ceremony. The gown was simply breathtaking, embraced your midriff, draped past your calves, and was embroidered with precious diamonds that probably coated more than your entire closet at your old residence.
But it was not until later, when you were being taken by an elderly man who had a noise that resembled something of a beak, down a corridor lined with lavender flowers and various decorations, that made you think that you were being wedded off. The corridor was lined with beautiful lavenders, and each side of the walkway showcasing a herd of people who stood with bright smiles while clapping their hands.
The man who had earlier accompanied you with departing the palace and entering Snezhnaya was standing beneath the ceremonial arch, dressed in a white suit, and beaming tenderly towards you. His face displayed an almost bashful expression, contrary to the cold expression he previously showed you while the both of you had to march over the pile of corpses within the old palace.
You were obviously livid.
The elderly man averted your eyes as you shifted to look at him, pleading with him to loosen the solid grip he had around your fingers. He appeared to be fully conscious of the absurdity of the situation, yet, he chose to do nothing about it. You were given into the care of the red haired man, who carefully took your hand and positioned you directly in front of him with a Priest waiting next to the two of you.
"Will you have [First Name] [Last Name] to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort and keep her, and forsaking all others remain true to her, as long as you both shall live?"
Childe's clamp on your hand tightened as he cracked a smile before responding to the Priest.
"I will."
Despite your obvious distress, the Priest did not spare you even a single glance as he seemed satisfied with his utterances and seemed oblivious of the forced marriage he was about to sanction.
"Do you_ [First Name]_ ensure to keep the same promises? Will you be more than willing to have Ajax be your husband?"
As you struggled to find the right tone of protest, your lips parted, and tears threatening to tumble from your eyes. This man, or Ajax, appeared to have taken a notice on the way your brows scrunched up, as if you were attempting to control your oncoming sobs, and the way your eyes appeared glossy underneath the cathedral lights. He squeezed your hand even tighter, and you nearly jumped in surprise, peering up at the man only to see him merely smiled before mouthing, 'I will,' trying to encourage you to respond to the Priest's words.
Shit, what choice did you even have?
You only stammer an 'I will' with a quivering lip, enabling the crowd to erupt in a loud, joyful cheer as Ajax draws you in close and presses his lips against yours. In front of what you assumed to be his family, his kiss was sloppy and stifling, as if he was attempting to devour you alive. You couldn't help but long to drop dead as he pulled away while smiling broadly.
In spite of the obvious laughter within the background, the redhead man leans in and whispers into your ear.
"I can't wait for tonight."
You were horrified as you stared at him, your blood running cold, feeling helpless despite being surrounded by so many people.
The wedding had no reception or after-party, and the crowd dissipated as quickly as it formed, resulting in you being shortly separated from Ajax. A young maid escorted you to your room, chanting something akin to encouragement, as if she was overjoyed by your mishaps despite you knowing that she probably didn't know the overall story behind your life, you still felt rather angry. You wanted to scream and pull at her face as she gushed about how fortunate you were to have a Fatui Harbinger for a husband, helping you in slipping into a significantly shorter gown than your wedding dress, which almost resembled a lingerie.
You were now sitting on a king-size bed, tweaking the edge of your red dress as you tried to make sense of all that had happened today. If God even existed at this time, he seemed to enjoy compounding your suffering. The torture from your family came first, and now you had to get married to a man you don't even know. You question whether God is even the kind and forgiving deity that people have claimed him to be; after all, if he were, why would he forsake you in this situation? Yes, you've daydreamed of marrying a righteous hero a lot ever since you were a child. Your wedding would have been surrounded by pigeons and beautiful white roses, with your younger sister having to walk along the aisle while attempting to throw flower petals at your family. But now it all seems like a hopeless dream that you will never be able to comprehend. Not when you've lost your family, kingdom, people, and now even your dignity.
What more does God want from you?
Your train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening and Ajax entering clothed in plain black pants and a loose collared shirt that displayed half of his shoulders, his hair seemingly still wet from taking a bath earlier.
"Look at you, you're already fully dressed for me."
He chuckled, stalking steadily towards your figure as you limped away from him, only for him grasp your ankle and drag you towards him. You shrieked, your arms failing you in a pitiful attempt at protecting yourself, merely clawing his arms. Your efforts appeared to amuse Childe even more, as he came out laughing, his voice echoing through out room.
Childe didn't mind, he liked the thrill of the battle. You can cry and scratch at him while you flail around like a determined kitten all you want; it just adds to his pleasure, and because he will be victorious in the end no matter what.
"[First Name]."
Although he made an effort to cool you down, your resentment never seemed to be soothed as you placed your hand on Childe's chest in an attempt to push him away.
"Don't speak to me!"
You yelled, slapping his arm and turning to look at the other side of the mattress.
"Oh come on, don't be like that."
He groaned as he tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you into his chest, and pressing himself against your back. You felt his fingertips gradually ride up the dress to your hip, slipping to stroke your thigh, exposing your delicate skin of your legs to the cold, a shudder ran up and down your spine.
"You!"
His other arm was still tightly coiled around your body, and he simply grinned at your pathetic reaction while placing one hand on your naked waist. He inhaled your fragrance profoundly while snuggling his face against the crook of your neck and feeling you become stiff.
"What's the matter, [First Name]? I'm simply carrying out my responsibilities as a husband. No need to be shy."
"Don't you dare use the excuse of being my husband as a reason to violate me."
You sneered, doing your best to restrain yourself from twisting in his grip and lambasting him with derogatory words.
"Although we may be wed by some unfortunate contract, my feelings for you will never be the same."
Upon hearing your words, he merely grinned.
"Considering that you have never known lasting love, my Princess, how can you already be so harsh to me? Your family did not treat you kindly, as far as I'm aware."
Childe rolls you onto your back, locking both of your wrists with one hand while sporting a sarcastic smirk on his lips, without exhibiting the slightest sign of effort. He positioned one knee between your legs and methodically rubbed on your clothed cunt, causing you to exhale uncontrollably.
"I may not be a hero that you've dreamt of, but I'm definitely determined strong-willed enough to seek out for what is mine."
He replied as he watched you pray to him to stop, uncovering your collar and lowering the straps of your dress down your shoulder. Leaning down, he placed an open mouth kiss on top of your collar, soaking the way you flinched under his lips.
"I'm certain that tonight I'll demonstrate to you both my devotion to you and what it's like to serve as a Snezhnayan Knight."
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ENTRY 4: The rest of the companions heard (friends') Tavs/Durges going at it one night [NSFW]
ft. my Tav, Briar, their love interest, Astarion (pre-relationship, post Act 1) and my friends Tavs/Durges: Kiyo (@dumpups)'s Durge Raegan x Karlach, and Khim's Ngojo x Gale!
CW: mature content TW: mentions of loud semi-public seggs, like they're really going at it damn...
click here for the AO3 link of this entry
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“Ugh,” Briar tumbles and twists on their bedroll, even pulling their blanket over their head in hopes of drowning the wild ruckus from the adjacent tent. It didn't work of course, now with the moans followed by wet slapping of skin. The warlock pulls their hair, wondering when they’ll get a good night’s sleep, and makes a mental note to tease Raegan about their orchestra tomorrow. Maybe give them a crunchy smack on the back of their head, too. It’s great to finally have the paladin back from their homecoming, and Karlach undeniably missed the hell out of their lover who's been gone for several weeks, having forced to spend her nights alone again. But gods, couldn’t they conjure a room or something? Does it have to be now? Does it have to be here?
Briar, now with their blanket worn as a cloak, begrudgingly grabs the Bhaalspawn memoir they’ve been studying (almost throwing it towards Karlach and Raegan’s shared tent), and steps out of their shelter to look for a quieter place to snooze in.
As soon as they thought they’re safe from witnessing any more private moments, Briar was almost blinded by the purple light show emanating from Gale’s tent. Counting it as their mistake to pry more, their jaws now agape from the contorted shadows of the wizard and his sorceress, Ngojo. Thankfully, both mages took camp to consideration (unlike Karlach screaming Raegan’s name), making use of a Silence spell, but the shadow theater-ish spectacle they projected sure looks crazy. Ngojo did mention one time how Gale had this book that showed different ways of lovemaking. And it’s just in Briar’s luck that Gale and his lover decided that now, too, is the perfect time to experiment.
With no more interest to see how much more arms can sprout from the wizard’s body, Briar bolts straight to the tent that’s farthest from camp: Astarion’s tent– the only tent with an inviting light and, fortuitously, absence of any malicious activities. They peeked through the open flap of its entrance, curious to discover that the tent is vacant. The vampire must have been in the woods, hunting for sustenance. So, Briar helps themself, rounds a little corner inside while being careful of Astarion’s belongings, and reads to sleep. The chapter was as boring as they expected it to be, catching themself fluttering their eyes and banging their head in a whiplash, waking them up as they hit someone’s head.
“Ow!” the voice grunted. Briar glances on Astarion huddled close to them. There’s even a trail of drool from their mouth to the vampire’s shirt sleeve. “Sorry,” the warlock responds half-awake, wiping their saliva with their hand, “How long have I been using you as my pillow?”
“Not long.”
Briar hums, matching his unbothered demeanor, “I hope you don’t mind me staying here for the night.”
“Darling, you know I can do last-minute arrangements for you,” he smirks. Briar swats his shoulder, earning another “ouch” from him.
“Stop being a creep. You know we agreed to keep it casual when it’s just the two of us,” then they stretch until a joint popped to place, “We’re buddies, aren’t we?”
“Whatever you daywalkers call it, sure,” Astarion rolls his eyes, then pats his shoulder. Briar raised a brow. “You said we’re buddies, so come here and keep me warm before my undead body freezes in place.”
“No preys sucked dry tonight?”
“The woods are apparently a sham,” he sighs, “unless you’re offering in kindness.”
“Not tonight, sorry. I need some rest,” Briar mumbles, settling their head on his rigid shoulder while sharing their blanket with him. Astarion sits stiff, still uncomfortable with the contact’s lack of sexual intention, something he was used to.
“Gods,” Briar sighed, snapping him away from those thoughts, “If only you know how everyone’s really going at it tonight.”
“Oh, I saw. They are quite the show.”
“Please spare me the details,” Briar opens their book to where they left it off, now sharing it with Astarion as he accompanied their reading time—amused with how repulsed the warlock is. As traces of feral noises ultimately died down, so did the warlock, who didn’t last five minutes in reading and dozed off peacefully on the vampire’s shoulder. He avoided ruminating on thoughts that would sour his mood, simply focused on the warmth that his companion radiated before he entered trance. When he awoke to the sunlight’s gentle caress on his cheek—something he’ll never tire of, the same weight remained: of the blanket around him, and of the warlock’s head that now lay on his lap.
His finger twitches as he catches himself fixing the strand of hair on their face. This isn’t good; he’s acting soft again.
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starrystevie · 1 year
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25 for steddie? ❤️
25. playful biting
the first time eddie bit steve, neither of them really expected it. the party was all crowded together in the wheeler basement, loud and wild and palpable energy as they started steve's first ever campaign. he was seated next to eddie in a folding chair, much to mike’s chagrin (it’s his first game, michael, he gets this privilege. now roll or your paladin will face unknown horrors). they were damn near in each other’s laps with how tight the table was and steve’s arm was pressed against eddie’s, a welcome constant pressure.
and steve, he did extremely well for being a newbie. call it beginner's luck or the fact that he had eddie blow on his dice before every roll (which absolutely didn't make his heart flutter every time, no way), but each of his turns had the whole crew cheering. it was a fast campaign, a one shot to see if he would want to continue, and boy was eddie glad he had planned it that way. seeing the way steve concentrated on everyone else's moves, plotted with them to finish out the game with a victory, the wide and bright smile that broke out over his face when he landed a hit, it was intoxicating. steve was intoxicating.
at the end, it all came down to steve and his barbarian. everyone looked at him with big eyes, waiting to see if he would be the hero in the game like he was outside of it. he brought his hand up to eddie's face for one final blow, his eyebrows quirked and smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"that better work, munson." he murmured, low voice sending a jolt of electricity down eddie's spine. "i'm trusting you."
the dice rolled across the table as if in slow motion, everyone's eyes following its path before it stopped at the end of the table. erica was the first one to react, leaping up out of her chair with a deafing yell that spurred everyone else into excitement. "what did i do?!" steve yelled, his face nearly ripping in two with how wide his smile was. as he turned to look at eddie.
it was breath taking, the way steve looked at him. the way steve jumped in head first to play this game only because the people he loved wanted him to. the way steve could make everything exciting and fresh and overwhelmingly right. a laugh escaped eddie as he watched his party, his team, celebrate a well deserved win but what really had him going was the way steve had grabbed onto him, pulling him into a tight hug.
"i can't believe we won!" steve screamed out, too close to eddie's ear, but if that was the cost to holding steve then he was willing to pay it. the other man pulled back the slightest bit and looked eddie directly in the eye, his face flushed and eyes shining.
"thank you," steve said with a sincerity that felt too big that eddie didn't know what to do with the way it ran through his veins like lava other than to get his mouth on him.
he didn't mean to bite him, really. he didn't know what came over him but there was just something about how steve was lit up that made him do it. it wasn't hard for eddie's brain to go blank when he was around steve and that was the only excuse he could think of when the other man's eyes got wide as his teeth sunk into the skin at his wrist. steve was there and steve was this bright star that he had in his reach and steve was never something he thought he could ever let himself hold onto.
they didn't say anything afterwards. eddie jumped away almost as soon as it had happened, corralling the kids upstairs after karen wheeler yelled at them for the ruckus and telling them it was time to go home anyway. it wasn't until after everything was loaded up that steve stopped eddie as he got to his van.
"wanna tell me why you bit me?" he said a bit breathlessly, not accusing, not judging, just asking as if he was asking about the weather. he stood close to eddie, close enough that it made him want to wrap his arms around steve and never let him go again, but he knew that he was pushing his luck.
"just... wanted to."
there was no way to put into words how crazy he could make eddie feel. like he had to have him under his teeth to make sure he was real and not this perfect mirage in a desert that would fade away once he came to his senses. the forbidden fruit in the garden just waiting to turn eddie's whole fucking world upside down.
steve grinned, almost menacing in the dark with streetlights flickering off his pearly white teeth and eddie was struck with the idea that maybe he wanted steve's teeth on him instead.
"wanna do it again?"
and if steve showed up to hellfire the next night with a new character sheet filled out and a dozen purple bite marks hidden under his shirt then no one had to be the wiser.
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idlenight · 7 months
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Oh!!!! 13 10 and 4! I don’t mind whoever you choose I wanna know about them all haha 💐
Because it's free real estate im picking one OC for every question, thank you for the freedom <3
13 - What do they consider their weaknesses and would others agree?
Syleth considers his weakness to be his Oath. Which is definitely weird because he willingly became a paladin, and he loves being a paladin, he by and large agrees with his oath. He wouldn’t be a paladin if he didn’t believe in his oath.
But it limits him. He cannot do things he would want to do or say, he has to pay attention to the things that come out of his mouth. Saying the wrong thing can make him an OATHBREAKER. It also forces him to act when it might not be wisest. He is oathbound to destroy evil like devils, but what if the best way out of that situation is trough parley? He can’t even entertain the idea of the safest outcome because what if it breaks his oath?
It is Syleth’s blessing and curse.
10 - Describe their style of dress.
Maxwell would prefer to dress to the nines most of the time, sophisticated, extravagant. But they would prefer not being noticed more. It's not like they dress themselves drab, it's mostly just darker and muted colors and regular streetwear. To satisfy their hunger the clothes they wear are still highly expensive fashion brands.
4 - Describe their ideal day.
Wake up rested without any nightmares, stare at the fish tank installed into the wall next to your bed for 30 minutes. Have breakfast (it's cake). Check phone, ok great your crew hasn't blown anything up and there's no emergencies. Go to the Boneyard and walk Spoon with Chen. Give him a kiss before parting ways (make a joke about seeing him at work so he can squirm and wonder if that means you're dropping by Ranger HQ as River or you're causing a ruckus as Sidestep somewhere in the city, leave before he can ask). Go to work, the cover business one. Talk with Marcia for like an hour while fixing tech behind the counter. Go to your actual work in the warehouse and have a planning (see: hangout) session with the crew. Go to Ranger HQ (succesfully avoid Argent and Herald) to have lunch with Julia and maybe bother Chen (see: makeout with). Go back to work (the fake one) because somehow the fake business is doing pretty decently (you don't mind, you like fixing things). Have dinner with Chen, maybe finally let him convince you to spend the night. Go to bed (you don't have nightmares, you get to rest).
Tysm for the ask Goldfish! (..... or Gold..? just Fish? aaa sorry) Questions are from this OC ask game!*
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bylertruther · 1 year
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me when 5x01 Chapter One: The Crawl comes on and the party has to gear up if they want to survive and mike grabs a melee weapon and wields it like the cringefail glorious paladin he is and will grabs a gun at some point with the world's shakiest hands bc he is NOT going down without firing at least one fireball n taking something else down with him and he's also not going to sit back and watch anyone he loves get ripped to shreds as henry laughs in his head and at some point in this dungeon crawl will has to take his flannel off and wrap it around mike's arm bc he got hurt and mike has to act like he's feeling faint bc of his injury and not because Oh God Oh Fuck Why Are You So Hot And Nice Literally What The Fuck This Is NOT The Time For Mixed Signals and hopper, nancy, and el are in front n mike, will, and argyle are sandwiched between them n jonathan and joyce, and everyone looks frantic and frazzled, covered in sweat and blood and grime, and at some point someone is trying to radio another party member and they keep repeating themselves but it just Isn't Fucking Working so will grabs the radio bc the ruckus is driving him crazy n ~"sOmEhOw"~ he manages to reach them but oooooh what do you know the radio sparks n burns his hand which immediately makes joyce go 🔍🤨 hold up while someone else is like Thank Fuck it worked you got the magic touch dude but now there's screeching somewhere in the distance outside wherever it is they are and there isn't any time to wonder How The Fuck will just did that actually now that they start to think aboutt it bc the jolt of energy gave their position away and mike is staring at will just like the sauna scene and will is staring right back with a hand on his neck and he just says "mike..." in that small voice of his which snaps mike out of it just in time to scream GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR before some monster barrels through it and—
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Weeping Monk x Reader : The Patience Of A Heart     Chapter 3
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Story Summary: After fire claimed the lives of your family, the monastery of your Uncle Carden becomes your new home. As the niece of a priest you are expected to behave prim and proper, but not even the watchful eyes of the Weeping Monk can see all. An ancient magic returns to life when love and duty begin to blur.
Chapter Title: The Gift Of Kindness
Notes: Ah, yes. The innocent chapters. Can you smell the chaos in the air yet?
Warnings: There's a list of warnings for this story: Murder. Violence. Death. Angst. Sexism. Strong Language. Trauma. Childhood trauma. Survivor's guilt. Mentions of child maltreatment. Threat of Sexual assault. PTSD. Misogyny, Self-flagellation. Gore.
Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Pining. Smut. Little Slow-burn.
Word count of this fic: +110K
Chapter:  3 / lol Gonna keep the chapter count a secret until the end.
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The ruckus outside was what woke you up at dawn. While muttering your discontent, you went to look out the window and saw a group of paladins ready to leave.
Uncle was nowhere in sight, but the Monk was…
You hastily got dressed and hurried out the door, while running through the hallway you almost ran into two unsuspecting paladins who ducked to the side to avoid a collision.
Finally you arrived outside and the group was still there.
After a quick look around, you spotted the Monk and made your way over to him.
He was busy rummaging through the saddle bag of his horse and quietly praising the steed for the patience shown.
You stopped behind him, unable to fight the smile when hearing him speak to the horse “Where off to then?”
It nearly gave him a fright, he had not heard or seen anyone approach him.
The attention of the Monk snapped to you “Pardon?”
Had you truly managed to scare him a little? “Where are you heading today?”
He swallowed, attention returning to the saddle “The market, Lady y/n.”
You invited yourself along “Ah, perfect. I’ll fetch a horse.”
Quick like a whip, the attention was back again “Father has not given permission to-”
He wasn’t given the chance to brush you off.
“Can you ask him?” You pleaded while playfully swaying on your feet.
There was a very deep sigh “If you come along, if, stay in my sights. Do not wander off.”
“I can do that.” You shrugged your shoulders.
The Monk gave a doubtful look “I mean it.”
He could be quite intimidating when needed be…
You would have to be on your best behavior it seemed “Fine, I will. Will you ask?”
With another sigh, the Monk handed you the reins to hold and then went into the monastery to find your uncle.
There you stood, fumbling with the reins in anticipation.
And when he walked back out again, out of habit he gave a command “Mount.”
With wide eyes and a grin, you asked “What?”
He was at your side now and took over the reins “You are riding with me. Up.”
Oh? That was unexpected “Why? Is my uncle afraid I will ride off into the sunset?”
The Monk took hold of your elbow and began to help you “If we continue to dally here, that possibility increases greatly.”
Well, it looked like he didn’t want to waste more time.
Impatiently you were helped up on his horse and after a short wait he mounted too.
His arms locked around you to hold the reins, just like they had on that unfortunate night when you had returned from the village.
One paladin made a remark about it to another.
You had not heard, but the Monk had.
“Brother George. Is there something you wish to say to me?” The Monk challenged Brother George to speak to him directly instead of behind his back.
The paladin grew uneasy “No Brother… forgive me.”
Everyone sensed the agitation it had caused in the Monk.
If looks could kill…
It felt a bit awkward to you, but apparently he did not let it get under his skin in the slightest.
It dawned on you that he leaded the group onto another path than the one you usually took to the village.
“Wait…I thought you said we were going to the market?” You questioned out loud.
He had not thought you would assume the market closest to the monastery and in a lowered voice he offered clarification “Not the one in the village you would often slunk off to.”
The glare he received made his morning even better.
Your eyes narrowed “You’re very bold for someone who is ordered to be at my beck and call.”
Behind you, he was smirking, his voice did not give it away “I was ordered to watch over you, not be your servant.”
Your shoulders shrugged while jesting “And what about us being friends? I don’t want you to get into trouble for doing things you are not supposed to do.”
He clicked his tongue, retort ready “Father has not forbade me from being friendly with you.”
You deadpanned “Yet.”
It was true. There was a high probability that Father would soon forbid him from openly showing any form of attachment to you.
The Monk did not worry too much about it yet “Until then, I will perform my task as I see fit.”
Friendship included.
“You are very lenient with rules, aren’t you?” You tsked him.
The Monk let it fall out of his mouth “The result of a bad influence.”
Slowly you turned your head to look at him, the smirk only grew wider on his face.
“What sort of bad influence?” You dared him to say it.
“The sort that sits in front of me now.” He unashamedly blurted it out.
His attention left you, just long enough for him to look back at the paladins that were staring in his direction.
Their stares ended very quickly, proving once again that when your uncle was not in sight, the Monk was the one in charge.
It was an observation “I don’t think they’ve seen you talk so much before.”
Did he talk too much?
He cleared his throat “It is not why they were staring.”
You questioned aloud “Then why?”
The Monk answer was a sarcastic one “Have you spoken to many women at the monastery so far?”
Oh…“No.”
The explanation was given “My Brothers and I have not either. Of course they will find it peculiar to see us converse.”
It made sense, rarely a paladin would say a word to you. Most kept to themselves, those who did were either elders who sought conversation with anyone, or those who were thought to be not as strict on the vow of celibacy…
“Maybe I should keep quiet then?” You offered.
“Was that always a possibility?” He pretended that he’d wished to have known it earlier.
“You are the worst. Fine, I’m done talking to you.” It was a bitter response.
There were several attempts from him to get you to say something again.
It impressed him when you remained completely silent for the rest of the ride.
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  You hopped off the horse before the Monk could even offer any help.
But he was just as fast to dismount and capture your arm “Remain where I can see you.”
You leaned back a little “Surely, your vision is not so bad that I have to be this close for you to see me?”
It made him look down at the little space between you and realize how close he was actually standing against you.
He cleared his throat and let go off you right away, you found the reaction quite amusing.
The Monk walked off to steer the paladins to their waiting tasks and you looked around to find something to keep yourself busy in the meantime.
Seeing a paladin struggle with unloading one of the woven bags made you decide to go and help unload some of the things they had brought to trade at the market.
“Let me help you with that.” You gestured at the wagon the paladin was busy at.
“I don’t think-” He was ready to object.
But you ignored the protests and began to help.
The Monk was busy with giving orders to other paladins to make this visit at the market go fluently.
One second without his attention and you were off unloading the wagon…
The gesture of his hand to call you back to him went ignored.
“Lady y/n.” The Monk called out for you.
“I’m busy!” You called back out.
The look on the faces of his red brothers…
None of the paladins would ever try to dismiss a direct order, especially not like that.
It was met with a look of disbelief from their current leader, he did not know how to get you to follow his charge.
And you knew it.
After a pause, the Monk ignored that it was happening while the paladins tip-toed around him.
Dust from the bags managed to make it’s way on your dress and by the time you were done helping, it looked like you had rolled in it.
The paladin did not even utter a ‘thank you’ , a simple nod of acknowledgment was all you got.
While dusting your dress off, you approached the waiting Monk “That’s done.”
You were all smiles, he was not, not until he saw the state of your clothing.
There was the faint hint of a smile just before he swiftly made you turn to the side a little.
The next thing you knew, he was patting the dust from the back of your arm and part of your shoulder.
“Are you trying to undermine my charge in front of them?” It did not sound like it truly bothered him.
“I’m not ‘trying’ anything.” You sounded disinterested.
He looked at your face now, reading the expression you had and seeing right through it.
“I am.” Your lips curved into a grin.
It took a second for him to scoff, still there was a charming lopsided smirk growing on his face “Remember our agreement. Stay in my sight.”
Your gaze rolled over him “With pleasure.”
He could feel his heart toss itself around in his throat.
With a tilt of the head, the Monk told you to go ahead and explore the wares the market had to offer.
One minute you were doing your best to agitate him, the next you had him forget you were even doing it at all.
It was difficult to predict.
Again he could feel stares, a slow turn of his head towards the paladins was enough for them to stop, they hurriedly went on with their tasks and he went on with his.
  It was a nice sunny day and there were many others at the market to find their needed wares.
No wonder the Monk was so adamant on you staying in his sights, it would be easy to get lost here.
The market was filled with diverse stands that sold various items. From jewelry to clothing, fruits and vegetables, weapons and armor…
There was something for all to find.
While walking by a stand that sold jewelry, your eyes fell on a small necklace. It wasn’t new, but it had still caught your eye.
After losing your parents and home to the fire, you had very little to no personal items left. And now you could not even afford it… you had not a coin to your name and it would remain that way until you found a way to earn a living.
The merchant had noticed your interest, of course he had, it was his work to spot potential buyers “Miss! Oh, yes indeed, that necklace is such a delicate piece.”
Before you could say a word, the merchant had picked the necklace up and had placed it in your hand “I-”
The man proceeded to sum up everything he could think off that explained why this necklace was worth purchasing “Solid silver, Miss, sure to compliment your beauty. Others will be green with envy.”
You put it back down on the stall “Forgive me, sir. I cannot-”
A tug at your arm drew your attention away from the merchant.
The Monk gave the opportunity to purchase it “With the lady’s permission, I shall handle the payment.”
All eyes were on you now “I don’t want your charity…”
It did not discourage him “You have earned it.”
You send a frown.
He clarified “For unloading the wagon.”
With a simple shallow nod to the merchant, the Monk confirmed the transaction beyond your knowledge.
The merchant had already held up the same amount of fingers that the necklace cost in coins. It happened fast, the necklace was taken and placed back into your hands by the Monk.
You weren’t even given the chance to thank him, he went right back to his duties.
There you stood, necklace in hand…
Well…
After fumbling with it a bit, you managed to put the necklace on.
The Monk was still keeping an eye out but let you wander around the place.
You walked from stall to stall, the sunlight reflected off of the silver pendant and indeed drew attention that way.
While browsing, you noticed a young girl not older than seven sneak around the place. Her clothes were worn down heavily, her appearance neglected. She looked around her and when no one saw, she took a pastry from a stall and hid it in her clothes.
As she turned, the child made direct eye-contact and realized you had seen her do it.
You mouthed ‘wait’, still she fled.
The thought of a starving child was what made you follow her.
She fled into a narrow cobblestone alleyway, away from the crowd and the market.
You hurried after her, calling out for her to not be afraid.
She went around a corner and by the time you did too, the girl was nowhere to be seen.
Odd, there were no running footsteps to be heard and it was a dead end…
You walked into the alleyway, sensing that the girl was near “You don’t have to be scared, little one. I did not follow you to hurt you.”
A sound came from behind a large wooden barrel off into a corner, you approached it.
More words of comfort were spoken “I was worried about you and thought you might need some help…”
A moment passed before the girl crawled from behind the barrel.
With doe eyes, the girl looked up at you, her curly brown hair had white flowers woven in them.
Someone must have done that for her…
The reason for her fleeing became apparent, this child was Fey-kind.
By kneeling down, you brought yourself to her eye-level “Are you hungry? I saw you take that pastry.”
The poor child took the pastry from her pocket and hurriedly tried to hand it over to you.
Quickly you refused “Oh, no, no. I’m not here to take it from you. I am here to help.”
Slowly the girl stuffed the pastry back into her pockets, speaking so quietly that you had to strain your ears to hear “Mamma can’t buy food.”
You showed no judgment “How come?”
She rubbed her little hands over her coat “We need coins for that.”
It wasn’t hard to understand that earning or finding coin was extremely difficult for those who were Fey.
You took off the necklace “I don’t have coins…” and offered it to the girl “Bring this to your mother, she can sell or trade it for what you need.”
The innocent child was still so young and took the necklace in her hand without much hesitation “Thank you, Miss…”
You touched one of the many white flowers braided in her hair “Did your mamma do that ?”
She looked so very proud of her hair and nodded.
That smile she had melted your heart “It’s beautiful. Are you sure you’re going to get home safely?”
The girl pointed into the direction behind you “Home.”
Her house must be nearby…
You took her hand in yours “I’ll walk you home. Come on.”
Quietly she went to walk beside you, every few steps she looked up at your face and your smile met hers.
“Look who we have here.” A voice came from behind you.
It happened so fast, one moment you held the girl’s hand, the next a man tore her away from you.
And when you tried to fight him off, his accomplice pinned you to the hard brick wall by the throat.
The ratty looking man held on to the girl by the scruff of her neck “If it ain’t the offspring of that Fey wench. Still stealing, eh? Can’t keep your muddy hands to yourself.”
“Leave her alone!” You tried to break free but the other man’s grip did not loosen one bit.
The bastard was condescending “Who the hell are you? Must have lost your damned mind to help one of their kind.”
They weren’t worth your breath and what the bastard got was a jerk of your knee that hit his groin. The pain it caused him made him lose the grip on you.
You charged at the ratty bastard that held on to the girl, serving him a strong push against his chest that made him lose his balance long enough for you to free the girl from his grasp.
They were quick to compose themselves and more than a little aggravated.
You moved the girl behind you, shielding her from sight “Leave us be!”
They spat their anger “Her mother needs to pay for all that her spawn of evil has stolen! Hand over that Fey! We’ll find someone who’ll pay a price for her.”
They intended to sell a child?!?
“Forget it, you rotten pigs!” You bit back.
One pulled out a knife, old blood still staining the blade.
The girl behind you trembled in fear, winching every time they raised their voice.
It was the sound of steel being dragged across the cobblestones that alerted everyone to the presence of the Weeping Monk.
He sure had a way of drawing attention to himself…and therefore away from you and the child.
The warning was directed at both assailants “Step away from them.”
Never before had you heard that deep timber in his voice before.
The one with the knife did not back down “You’re that ‘Weeping Monk’! This wench is protecting a Fey! Kill that spawn of evil or we’ll do it ourselves!”
The blue eyes of the Monk met the brown ones of the frightened, trembling child.
These men threatened to harm a child and the patience he would have had was lost.
The Monk did not ignore the threat “Y/n. Shield the child.”
With that warning, you covered the child’s eyes and closed your own.
There was shouting, then a blood curling scream that made you hug the child against you and cover her ears.
The silence that followed was palpable in the air.
When your eyes opened, the men were face down on the ground where blood pooled around them.
The Monk approached and led both you and the child away from the scene before the girl would try to look and see.
“She lives nearby.” You pointed in the direction the child had pointed in before.
He noticed the necklace in the girl’s hand and looked at you inquisitively.
“Her mother cannot buy food.” You informed and hoped he’d understand.
His eyes returned to the child and caught her attention “Show us where you live.”
She just kept staring at him, an enigma for her to see.
You gently squeezed her shoulder “Go on.”
The little girl took you two streets further up ahead, arriving at a house that looked abandoned.
But he could smell the other Fey inside, the scent very similar to the one the child had.
The Monk proceeded to take out all the coin he carried on him and offered it to the little Fey girl who kept staring at him “Take it.”
The stare did not end and she spoke the reason why “You’re the Grey Monk…”
The girl, Sky Folk, knew who he was. Yet, she did not flee…
At times he feared other Fey could sense that he was of their kind, as he could sense it on them.
After some hesitation and no initiative from the child, he took her hand and placed the coins in her palm “Go.”
Stubborn as she was, the girl gave you a hug first and then surprised both when she did the same to him.
It was over quickly, still it had him standing still while processing what had just occurred.
The girl waved at both of you before she went inside her house.
The Monk touched your arm “We have to go.”
Was he afraid of what would happen if the mother stepped outside?
You listened to him this time and followed him back to the market “You helped her.”
The opposite would be wrong to him “She is a child.”
“They’re Fey…” There was no doubt that he knew it.
You stopped when he wrapped a hand around your arm.
Father could not learn of this…“I know that what I am to ask of you is not simple. I ask that you do not speak of what happened to anyone else.”
“Not even my uncle?” You squinted your eyes.
He gave a nod, his gaze never losing it’s intensity.
There was no question to it that you would keep it to yourself “It will be our little secret.”
The Monk continued to walk, hint of a smile on his lips “The list of them keeps growing between us.”
You bumped into his side on purpose “Maybe it is because we trust each other.”
That studying gaze of him remained on your face for a while “Perhaps.”
It was his careful smile that brought forth your own.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound stern “You did lie to me.”
A frown graced your face “Lie?”
It was a needed reminder “You said you would remain in my sight and not wander off and still I had to search this village to find you.”
It was true, you had broken your word “I’m sorry, Lancelot.”
His hands folded behind his back, the market now in sight “I forgive you. Your reason for it was noble.”
You felt at ease again “Your reaction was too. Thank you for helping that girl.”
He hummed in response and offered “If we come here again, we can search for something to replace the necklace.”
Oh? That was a generous offer “Ah, because you are all out of coin at the moment. Aren’t you?”
The Monk pretended not to hear “Our business at the market is done. We are heading back.”
“I am riding with you again?” You made a guess.
He was already walking with you towards Goliath “Of course.”
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draconiccatgirl · 4 months
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I still want to stick my head in an oven but anways
Low Level Viktor Players are always just so, fascinating.
Almost always they've *just* installed the game, and since Viktor is who you play in the tutorial, he's designed like Generic McFPSMan, so a lot of New Players Instalock him.
Usually though, even the Level 0 ones, understand that Damage Falloff exists, and typically a game is won by standing on the objective.
Not the Level 4 Viktor I just played with, and to their credit, we did win and they actually output 100k Damage, but..
That is the first time I've seen Paladins played like a Tactical Shooter. This Viktor genuinely ONLY stood behind what could be considered cover, ADS'd, and just fired, and whenever they had their Ult, only dropped one bomb.
It was on Brightmarsh, and they legit did not move from the boxes that you can jump over right before Mid (which isn't great against Ruckus/Inara). And when we were pushing the Cart, they legit only like, stayed in the buildings to the opposite end of the enemy spawn, just firing through windows. Even when the Cart was right at the cap point.
Godspeed, I think?
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Act 1, Part 2 - Neath Dark Borders
Prologue segments in video games inspired by and adapted from tabletop games are rough. You have yourself in what appears to be a normal celebration, then bad things happen. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the trope - I'm just pointing out that if you ever get isekai'd into a medieval fantasy world that's about to have a harvest festival, run.
Where were we? Ah, yes. We've fallen and we cannot get back up.
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Let's Recap:
Deskari, the Lord of Locusts and the prime asshole that attacked during the Day of the City in Kenabres, sundered the market square after almost effortlessly murdering the silver dragon Terendelev that defended it. He did this because I used a random if distinctively voiced guard's crossbow to shoot him in the shoulder with a Perfectly Normal Crossbow Bolt, which appeared to actively hurt him and brought his attention directly onto me. I am certain this will not come up later.
That brings us to the cave system we now find ourselves in. Gorgeously lit by phosphorescent crystals and bioluminescent flora, the caves are also littered by the bodies of the fallen, sections of cobblestone and brick from the streets and buildings that fell, and the skittering of cave creatures, likely disturbed by the ruckus and defensive of their warrens.
I also still do not have my confiscated armor and weapons, whatever they may have been. But my leopard, Maple, is here - I think I'll be okay as long as she's around.
That's part of the character background I put together, by the way. I am a circus performer, as I've mentioned - an axe thrower to be specific, although I am now currently without any of my axes. This crossbow is nice but not ideal. But for whatever reason, I have a circus leopard with me. Maybe I rescued her. (Maybe she rescued me.)
It doesn't take me long before I stumble upon another pair of survivors. One of them, a young woman in a sheer mountain of armor, calls my attention over to assist the other, a woman trapped under some rubble.
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It is in fact two of the people we saw up above, which is reasonable because we were all in the same place when the demons attacked.
(I'm not going to explain all the tabletop mechanics, since chances are if you're reading this, you already know what the game is.)
Hilariously enough, when I was building Quintessa, I didn't put any points into either of these skills that would help, and I'm not going for an evil playthrough even though I did put points into Diplomacy. That said, 12 might be hard to get on a straight untrained roll, but not impossible, so I rolled the dice (har) and gave Athletics a shot.
Thankfully, my circus training helped in this endeavor, and between the two of us, Seelah and I managed to get the rubble off the other woman.
(Because this is still technically tutorial mode, even if you fail the checks, Seelah is able to handle it on her own. It won't be until later that failed skill checks have more of an impact on what happens.)
Newly rescued but still massively injured from the fall and from having her leg crushed by half a building, the woman introduces herself as Anevia Tirabade, a member of the Eagle Watch and part of the festival security. She states that she was actually trying to keep an eye on potential demonic worshippers, and while she doesn't explicitly say so right now, she's basically Spymaster General.
Meanwhile, Seelah is a paladin of Iomedae - the same god that Deskari was railing against - and is in town specifically to join the fight against the demons and the Worldwound. Good news, Seelah! You found some.
And with that, we have our first party member.
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Anevia also technically joins the party, but she's not controllable, so I'm not counting her. She does follow along and shoot things with her bow, though, which for someone with a broken leg is pretty good.
Anevia's good people. I like her a lot.
🕵️‍♀️: "Yeah, things are lookin' grim enough, but don't lose heart. Wardstone or no, dragon or no, Kenabres will never give in - simple as. Well, we've introduced ourselves, what about you? 🪓: "I'm a traveler, and I just wound up here by chance." 🕵️‍♀️: "Call me superstitious if you want, or maybe cynical, but I just don't believe in chance or coincidences." 🛡: "How many stories 'round the tavern table have started with those very words..." 🕵️‍♀️: "Right enough. I have this habit, see: any time somebody starts yakking about blind chance, it always turns out that the thing was as far from a quirk of fate as you could want. Sorry, don't take it personal, like. Now then, I'll hobble my way outta here somehow. The city ain't far, only thirty paces or so... that's if you're going straight up, of course. I'm afraid we're gonna have to go the long way 'round." 🛡: "To summarize: there are three of us, with five working legs, three pairs of decent hands, two clear heads and one made of wood - that's mine."
And with that, we're off to try to find a way back topside.
I kind of want to take a moment and focus on that last conversation, though, because I feel like it perfectly encapsulates who they are, or at least who we're supposed to think of them as. Narrative structure states that any introduction to a character should give us everything we need to know about them in their first appearance, with everything after that either reinforcing or subverting this conception as necessary. It's not exclusive to this game by any stretch - it's a very fundamental concept and is probably one of the first taught in any creative writing class. But it's more the execution that matters, because as basic of a concept as it is, it's also very easy to fuck up if you don't know what you're doing.
Anevia was introduced to us earlier in the day, asking questions while being friendly. Here, she's still being friendly, but letting us know a bit more directly that she's keeping an eye on us.
Seelah, on the other hand, is bold, boisterous, and self-effacing - personality traits that don't usually go together for anyone who isn't Vash the Stampede. She puts herself down while also pushing the image of herself as pretty darn great, and just like the Humanoid Typhoon it's a fantastic way to deflect attention, to let you focus on the image she projects so that you don't poke too closely.
It's interesting how this is something that both she and Anevia are doing, but from two completely different angles. The fact that they put these two characters together is just absolutely exquisite, in my opinion.
Some ransacking of a weapons cache that fell down occurs - Seelah says it's Prelate Hulrun's confiscated weapons but I don't see my throwing axes in there so I bet he kept the good shit for himself - and we also find some glowing silver scales - some physical remains of Terendelev. I take them - they are an on-use consumable to revive fallen companions, but I've got the "Dead companions rise after combat is over" option selected from the game settings and thus I will not be using them. Instead, I will keep them as a sad reminder of a silver dragon who I did not get to know very well.
Of course, there's no time for quiet reflection - we have to get back up to the city. So, as always, we press on.
It doesn't take us long until we find another person - a woman, hunched over something else in the dark. She is dressed like a noble, but she's covered in blood and dirt. Understandable, of course - she fell the same way we did. The body at her feet, however...
🩸: "I don't know. He must have been in the square when disaster struck. I tried to revive him, but he was already dead, sadly." 🛡: "He didn't get these wounds from the fall... Be on your guard. Whatever killed him likely hasn't gone far."
This is Camellia. She probably didn't stab that guy. And since she's joining our party...
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I've got a good feeling about her.
But yeah, that guy? Unfortunately, that's Aravashnial. The guy who apparently is a questgiver in the original tabletop Adventure Path. Camellia, who is an original character to this adaptation, was properly introduced standing over his corpse, which is definitely not as notable for people who didn't play the Adventure Path but for those who do know: This is the tone we're setting for the game. We are off the fucking rails from word one.
And honestly? Best way to do it. And since I am one of those people who didn't know that, I get to experience this completely fresh.
With that, we are on our way.
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SIR HUMBLE WINS (5 votes w/tiebreaker to 4) Now on to our final first-round match-up!
Shaward Sinsinger (he/him) is a tiefling paladin and member of the town guard in his hometown. He was orphaned not long after birth, left in a basket on the orphanage's doorstep with a note that only contained the name Sinsinger. He was named Shaward by the nuns, and raised in the service of the god of justice and the goddess of music. He worked hard to move past his somewhat unnerving appearance and become a respected member of the community, a protector, and a person that any of the townsfolk know they can go to with problems. He doesn't take very well to outsiders, but will be polite with strangers who cause no trouble. But if you start making a ruckus in his town, then he will not be nice.
Rok Merla (he/they/she) is one of the storied Merla siblings. A renegade and anarchist, Rok is also a little bit of a firebug and enjoys making and using explosives and occasionally setting some of the seats of power and control in his home on fire. The main game Rok is in takes place in a magical city big enough to be a continent. Rok is an alley-whelp, a group of people shunned by the (literal gold and gemstone) nobles and driven into the caverns and tunnels of the Undercity where they were warped and transformed by chaotic magic. Rok's family in this universe are a collection of draconic birdfolk, and most alley-whelps are community-oriented and cooperative with limited government except where absolutely necessary. Growing up in this environment, Rok yearns desperately to take the Nobles down a peg and works for several organizations topside who allow him to do so. He runs messages, gets information, procures items, and most importantly of all, is an accomplished alchemist with a knack for the explosive and the fiery.
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archer3-13 · 1 year
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SO! went out and actually got my hands on an engage physical copy. played through the first lil bit. thought id start up an internal reblog chain for myself here on thoughts on the game!
opening:
very abrupt but it goes hard on the music even if the visuals feel somewhat noncommittal and incoherent. in fact ill add right off the bat that the music here SLAPS HARD! like holy shit is it good.
title is in that kinda static manner a lot of title are these days.
prologue:
im playing on normal for a first run, cause i like to get a handle on what the developers are designing the bare basics of the game around. ie, the experience they assume most people are going to undergo when playing the game. idk, first impressions and all that.
anyways! prologue is doing the fe awakening thing of a flash forward [?] with a fight against scary bad man though instead of evil sorcerer were apparently fighting the fell dragon of this game itself. WHO WEARS NO SHIRT AND IS THEREFORE SUPERIOR TO GRIMNA BY DEFAULT!
its fine for what it is, the hook of the story and a quick run down on basic move attack mechanics. we even get to 'engage' and use an engage skill!
that said, i feel it misses the mark on what was effective about awakening paralogue. to clarify off the bat here, awakening is on the lower end of fe games for me personally, so when i say it misses the mark i really do mean it. awakenings paralogue setup worked by building a lot of dread and tension, oppressive music and atmosphere, the pre fight cg throwing us right in the action in a frantic and somewhat grim fight, the dramatic tragic twist with shishchrombob and a jarring evil laughter to play us off.
engage raises questions like awakenings, but thats all it really does. raise questions, otherwise being kinda flacid in atmosphere comparatively.
ch 1
which brings us to ch 1! alear wakes up, meets the stewards, and then suddenly were on the ground! feels like we missed a transition here, cause i wasnt sure if we had been in the sky or not like the game insisted we had but hey. i can forgive it a bit here cause a] its not an essential transition and b] the following stuff in the chapter is real good!
zombies show up, the corrupted, to cause some ruckus and the twins get into a sticky situation we have to unstick them from. namely that we actually get a 'diagetic experience' as it were cause the twins are on the map getting attacked as we rush out to save em. the twins run ahead a bit, zombie enemy turn ambush spawn and we dip into a cutscene then a cg
on a side note, the in engine cutscenes are such a massive improvement over what we had before! theres the dialogue skit sections of course where we do the awkward stand and nod like mascots that plagued three houses [though not as bad in engages case], but also we get actual action sequences animated in engine! and they look pretty slick minus some clipping.
anyways, cg marth shows up to bedazzle us [hes so pretty...], and we get some engage buisness to deal with and to help illustrate how op it is we get to mulch a bunch of enemies! fun.
on another side note, map sizes along with mov ranges so far have been reduced from average. infantry has sat at 4 well vander the paladin has sat at a 6 mov. armours im guessing have 3 move well flyers have 4 and non promoted cavs have 5 as it follows the heroes model as it were. in fact a lot of the mechanics and interfaces feel very heroes inspired which... im not entirely against as heroes does do a lot of things right and expanding on what works there in a full fe setting sounds very delicious to me.
dragon mama shows up at the end to save us from some more enemy reinforcements and we get a nice little reunion cutscene still [also very nice], and moment in general. dragon mothers cloths clip like no tomorrow in engine but shes very pretty and her voice actress giver her a nice melodic quality that i find very calming.
on an aside, i was giggling like a maniac the entire later half of the battle map for ch1. its a very over the top sequence but it just feels so fun to watch and its delightful to see some over the top choreography in action.
characters at the moment!
the twins: could not remember their names at the moment as they are just 'the twins' that exist in all of fiction
vander: is uther. reminded me of uther lightbringer from warcraft 3 when i first saw him and his personality and portrayal just kinda reminds me of uther in general. uthers pretty cool though and vanders definitely endeared himself to me in just a handful of scenes. more so then the twins anyways.
lumenera: sweet and melodic as i mentioned. i feel like the twist of the story is going to be that alear is related to the fell dragon in some way [fell dragon going 'i am your father!' or somethin] and lumenera is either the fell dragons ex or tryin to just put alear on a better path. interested in seeing and learning more anyways, and i feel shes the most endearing early game slated to die mother figure so far thats become very common in modern fe storytelling. at time of writing this anyways.
alear: somewhat timid, obviously gonna have a story about learning to be bolder. they talk so its a step up from byleth regardless.
marth: speaking more then i thought he would. hasnt said much yet but as ever hes sweeping me off my feet for no reason other then i like him.
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