#that’s why he can get away with so much and she saves the artifacts from his missions

[luxaofhesperides]

Dancing in the rain ; requested by @wandixx!

He hadn’t been expecting the Signal to chase after him. It is, after all, well after midnight, and he had seen the vigilante out earlier during the day. 

Maybe the Bats are understaffed tonight, he muses as he leaps over the rooftops, a wild grin on his face. Being on the other side of a chase is a lot of fun, he’s discovering. He can see why Selina enjoys it so much.

Though, it probably has to do more with who’s chasing her than it is the chase itself.

But Danny’s become a bit of an adrenaline junkie after a few years of being a hero, fighting ghosts and governments. He’s not a hero anymore, especially not in Gotham, but being Catwoman’s partner in crime is way more fun than being responsible for everyone’s safety.

It’s like he’s doing anything bad, either. Selina can steal whatever she wants; if they couldn’t protect things against her, then should they really have it? Danny doesn’t focus on jewelry or gems. No, he takes ghost artifacts or items contaminated with ectoplasm back to the realms where they won’t cause problems to any humans. There are enough ecto-contaminated people in this world, solely from Amity Park. Best not to let that number grow.

So here he is, leaping over rain-slicked rooftops and only using a little bit of flying to keep ahead, holding a cursed pocket watch that a ghost had requested he return to them, with the Signal chasing after him, disappearing into shadows and popping up unexpectedly. 

“Stray! Get back here!” Signal yells, and Danny takes a moment to spin on his heel to face the vigilante to stick his tongue out at him, then backflips away.

“I didn’t even steal anything important!” he returns, tossing the pocketwatch in the air ahead, then jumps up to catch it and scales his way up to the roof of the next building. 

“Seriously,” Signal says, suddenly in front of him. “Stop running and we can talk this out.”

“Woah!” Danny tries to get around him, trips over his own feet, and crashes into the Signal’s chest. 

“Careful, there.” He looks up to see the Signal’s smile, and he absolutely can not be blamed for having his half dead heart skip a beat. He’s in the arms of a hero who’s smiling at him so sweetly, what’s a guy to do? “Ready to talk now?”

Danny goes intangible for a moment, smoothly sliding out of the Signa’s grip. “Nope,” he grins, starting up the chase once again.

The rain isn’t very strong, and the drops feel cool against his face as he runs, getting a little more air with each jump as he uses more of his flight to keep ahead. He can hear the Signal chasing after him again, heavy footsteps that start and stop unpredictably as he travels between shadows. 

Just to be safe, Danny stashes the pocket watch inside his chest, leaving his hands free to grab onto the rough brick of the walls and scale them up, aiming to go higher and higher. Maybe if he finds a good building, he can dramatically fall off the edge and fly away invisibly. 

“Got you!” 

The Signal pops up out of the wall and grabs Danny, who yelps and tries to pull his arms away. The Signal is too strong, and his tight grip on Danny’s wrists is warm against the chill of the rain. 

They stand there for a moment, just staring at each other as they try to catch their breath. And then, “Is that any way to treat a guy?” Danny jokes, trying one last time to pull his wrists free.

“It is when it’s you,” the Signal replies. “Man, you sure know how to run.”

“I’ll be sure to put that on my resume for my next heist.”

“Seriously, can we talk?”

Danny eyes him curiously. The other Bats mostly tried to take back whatever it is he’d stolen that night, occasionally trying to get information from him. None of them had outright asked to have a chat with him. The Signal at least has some manners, compared to the rest of him. There’s no harm in sticking around for one conversation.

It helps that the Signal is cute, especially when he had saved Danny a few weeks ago. 

Sue him, he’s a bit soft on the Signal. Wouldn’t anyone be with their favorite hero?

“Alright,” Danny says, relaxing. “Go ahead. Talk.”

“Great! Okay, um.” The Signal bites his lip and Danny should really look away, but his eyes are fixed to his mouth. He doesn’t speak for a solid minute, during which Danny really begins to feel the chill of the rain. “Can I get less comments from the peanut gallery?” he says suddenly.

“What?” Danny laughs, confused.

The Signal sighs. “My comms are on. The others are being annoying. If they wanted to ask you questions, they should have caught you first.”

“Oh, protecting me from the big bad Bats? My hero,” Danny says sweetly, pretending to swoon. Except, the Signal follows his movements, releasing his wrists to catch him by the waist, holding him steady. Danny’s breath hitches, and from how close they are, he has no doubt that the Signal heard it. They freeze for a moment, then the Signal dips him like some fainting Victorian maiden.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind sweeping you up in my arms.” The smirk on his face only lasts a moment before he grimace and says, “I shouldn’t have said that on open comms. Man, they’re annoying. It’s not my fault I know how to flirt.”

Danny…

Well. Danny short circuits for a moment, running the words over his mind again, then blushes so hard he’s sure there’s steam coming off his cheeks. “You’re flirting?” he squeaks. “With me?”

“Flirting,” a new voice confirms, making them both jump, stumbling against each other as Black Bat hops down onto their rooftop. “Both shy and silly. I’m better.”

“You can’t even ask out Spoiler,” the Signal retaliates.

“She can’t even WHAT?” Spoiler yells as she also vaults herself over the alley below to join them. “You want to ask me out?”

Though she doesn’t say anything, Danny can practically feel Black Bat’s glare through her mask. The Signal winces, then says, “Oops.”

“Man, you can keep yourself busy, clearly Sig doesn’t need backup,” Spoiler says. “I need to go on a date with Black Bat. The rest of you suckers are on your own!” And then she grabs Black Bat’s hand and grapples away.

There’s a beat of silence, then Danny and the Signal share a glance and start laughing. 

“Well,” Danny says, “Good for them! Good for them.”

“They’re probably just going to Bat Burger.”

“And are you going to be treating me to a burger any time soon? I should be compensated for this conversation, you know.”

“Please, if I was taking you out on a date, it wouldn’t be to Bat Burger. I’d take you out dancing.”

It sounds like a date his dad would take his mom on. It sounds nice. Danny smiles and leans in closer to the Signal, taking hold of one of his hands. With the other, he puts Signal’s hand on his waist, then brings his own up to the Signal’s shoulder. 

“Why not dance with me now?”

Danny leads them in a few clumsy turns of a waltz, silently thanking Sam for forcing him to take a few ballroom dance lessons with her. The Signal seems a little dazed, following his lead, and when he lightly squeezes Danny’s waist, he shivers. 

Catwoman should be done with Batman soon. They had agreed to meet up at the newly opened Vintage Boutique in Diamond District, and he intends to beat her there. 

Reluctantly, Danny pulls away from the Signal with one final spin, and hops up onto the edge of the roof. “If you can find me during the day,” he says, “Then I’ll dance with you again. See you around, Signal!”

And with that, Danny hops backwards off the roof, free-falling towards the ground before he lets gravity lose hold of him and slips into invisibility, flying up just as the Signal peers over the edge, searching for him.

Unable to help himself, Danny floats closer until he can give the Signal a quick kiss on the cheek, then flies off, grinning wildly. 

He certainly can’t wait to see the Signal again. 

Maybe if he hired a few guys to pretend to rough him up while Signal’s out patrolling…

Well, either way, this cat is already half dead so he can jump straight to satisfaction bringing him back. And, hopefully, back into Signal’s arms again when they won’t be interrupted by other Bats. 

He’s already looking forward to it.

. . .

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[12pt-times-new-roman]

anyway EXU: Calamity is everything I hoped it would be and I absolutely love it. some initial observations:

More solstices! Woo! So every 100-120 years, a celestial solstice aligns with some other celestial bodies and is therefore strong enough to change the layout of magical leylines. A device can measure the strength of a solstice, and if that measurement is more than 0.025, it could potentially be a apogee solstice; the celestial solstice right before the Calamity measured a 0.5.

Ghor Dranas lore! In the Schism, when the Betrayers split away from the Prime Deities, there was a threat made during one of the battles by the Betrayer Gods, attributed mostly to the Lord of the Hells (Asmodeus). The name is a very specific wording that Asmodeus said, "put me where you will. In darkness, I will gather my shadows to me." Ghor Dranas literally translates to "a gathering of shadows," giving the name very dark connotations. Asmodeus is the most likely contender for the Betrayer God that Zerxus saw in his dream, given the god's appearance as a red-skinned, horned being.

Zerxus has some really good items. In order to get a strength score of 29, he must have a belt of storm giant strength, and to get an AC of 25 his armor or shield must have a combined bonus of +4 (assuming that he's wearing plate armor and took the defense fighting style at level 2).

Also, Zerxus saying that he doesn't care much for gods as a paladin? Plus the fact that Luis' name was underneath the symbol of the Luxon during the intro? and that a searing light greater than that of the Dawnfather himself emitted from Zerxus' hand when he saved Asmodeus in his dream? and that Zerxus saw a starscape inside the well? and the talk about people deciding their own fate rather than having a destiny determined by the gods? my bet is on this guy being a paladin of the Luxon.

Brennan calling people from Cath Moira "terrestrials," marisha calling the broken bow an "extraterrestrial artifact," and all the other references to imply that people from the flying cities called people on the ground "terrestrials" and that people on the ground called them "extraterrestrials" — none of that feels like a coincidence.

"Zerxus" is very possibly related to King Xerxes. "Loquacious" literally means "talkative" and "Seelie" is one of the courts of the Feywild. "Nydas" is also very likely related to King Midas, a figure in Greek myth who could turn anything he touched to gold.

Loquacious' appearance is so incredibly gender. I love them so much.

Ooooh, Cerrit is an Inquisitive Rogue. I've never seen this archetype played before because its niches are so, so specific and very much not combat-oriented like most rogue archetypes, and it's great to see Travis finally play a character with incredibly high intelligence.

Very interesting that Vespin Chloras wasn't attempting to ascend to the place of a Prime Deity, but to the place of a Betrayer God. That leaves me with a couple questions, and gives some answers. That means that the previous god of death, who was usurped by the Raven Queen, was in fact a Prime Deity. It also implies either that the only way one can ascend is by replacing an existing god, or that the Raven Queen's rites were developed specifically to do that — meaning she would've had to have had some reason to want to usurp the previous god of death rather than just ascending and becoming an entirely new god.

Honestly, this setup makes so much sense and I love it. I can't wait to see where this goes. My guess is that what Chloras actually did was to achieve some kind of state between mortality and divinity, hence why he's infecting dreams and mirrors, and now he's going to go to the Betrayer Gods for help to finish the ritual in exchange for freeing them.

But what the fuck is Laerryn going to do with the bow fragment? She seemed to want to use it as a tuning fork for a Plane Shift spell, but if that bow belonged to a Solar, then the spell would likely take them to Elysium or Mount Celestia. Going to the engine that drives the entire city with it makes me think that she wants to bamf the entire city somewhere else, but why doesn't make sense, because she doesn't currently know that there is or believe that there could be a threat of war.

Anyway, very much looking forward to where this is going to go and I'm so glad that my term is over in time for me to actually pay attention to this <3

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[ladyveronikawrites]

LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE (Bad Omens x Star Wars) Chapter Eight Pairing: Bad omens x female reader Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. On your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when a mysterious masked man saves your life. CW; none A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable. Word Count: 1.5k Crossposted: Wattpad & A03

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May the Force be with you✨

Nerves bubble in your stomach as you knock on the door. Fear swells in your mind as you nervously pick at your fingernails. You raise your hand to knock again when the door springs open.

“You’re alive!” Skylar exclaims, pulling you into an embrace. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as she tightens her grip around you.

“Yeah, I am,” you say softly. Skylar squeezes you again. “I missed you so much,” she says pulling away to wipe away a fallen tear from your eye. “I missed you too.” 

“You must be starving,” Skylar says softly. Right on cue your stomach growls. 

Skylar leads you to the small table in the corner of the open floor plan. You always admired Skylar’s apartment. Despite her dark fashion choices, her home was decorated with splashes of color from artifacts and paintings her parents brought home from different planets.

 Skylar fills you in about the guy she is seeing and how her parents are doing off planet. She picks up like you just saw her yesterday. You swallow down the fear threatening to rise from your stomach as the realization hits you that you don’t know how long you’ve been gone. Nodding you sink back into the familiar cadence of letting your friend chit-chat away, forcing non-verbal cues to encourage her to continue. 

You keep up your charade in hopes she doesn’t ask how you are or where you’ve been. After a few minutes, she finally looks down at your plate and notices that you’ve barely touched your food. Her jaw clenches slightly as if she wants to ask you what’s wrong. If this was an ordinary day her question would be natural; expected even. But this moment is far from ordinary. 

Skylar’s lips curl at the corners as she says, “Why don’t you look through my closet for something to wear while I clean up”. Your heart leaps out of your chest. You can't wait to wear clothes that actually fit you. You can’t wait to feel normal again.

Skylar’s bedroom has an elegance to it that makes your stomach ping with jealousy. Your room is gray and simple. 

Parallel to the door is a large hexagon window showcasing the stunning cityscape. The sun cast a warm glow on the skyscrapers beyond. Skylar’s bed is pushed against a matte black wall and across from it is a dark wooden wardrobe. 

Before pulling the doors open you spy silver-painted stars and moons scattering along the edge. Your heart tightens and a grin springs onto your face as the image of your friend painting her wardrobe flashes across your mind. You can see it now, her thin brows scrunched in concentration.

You pull open the doors to find luscious fabrics all in one shade: black. Your stomach tightens and your hand hesitates. All you’ve ever known are your family colors. Your outfits have always been chosen for you ever since you were born. Not just clothes, but the food you ate, the friends you hung out with, your career- everything predetermined by your father for the perfect image. To be the perfect Senator’s daughter.

At this moment, you get to make the choice. Before you change your mind, you close your eyes and grab at random. You gasp as you look at the black chiffon dress in your hands. You pull the dress in front of you and the fabric falls gracefully to the floor. Your stomach tightens as you glance at the plunging neckline and clingy fabric. If your father ever saw you wearing this he would dump you onto the streets. He has already cast you out. 

What more could you lose?

As you descend the stairs, you find Skylar lounging on the crescent-shaped white leather couch watching the holovision. Emperor Palpatine shows up on the screen as you come to Sky’s side. You stare at the holo a second longer trying to make out the words he is saying but it goes dark.

“Damn, you look hot in black!” Skylar takes in your new look. “We have to go out!” Skylar rises from the couch and grabs her purse from the coffee table. Suddenly feeling insecure you clutch your arms around your chest. 

“I-I’m not sure that is a good idea.” You look at the ground not able to meet your friend’s gaze. You don’t want to disappoint her as you are still visibly shaken up from the past few days. 

“Please,” Skylar pleads as she entangles her fingers into yours. “I promise to never leave your side.” She squeezes your hand and you finally look at her. Excitement and relief spark through her electric blue eyes. You could you a distraction…a distraction. 

Zebastian. 

“Hello?” Sky’s voice pierces your daydream. “So are we going?”

With a huff and a small smile, you agree. Skylar hooks her arm around yours and leads you to the door. 

Synthesized jazz music swarms your ears as you enter the cantina. The room is dark and hazy with patrons scattered about at various tables, eating and playing games like Sabaac. A band of silver metallic droids plays a variety of instruments in the corner.

Skylar scores two metal stools as the circular bar at the center of the establishment. You fidget with your long dress as you plop down on the stool. You fuss with your hair as Skylar orders two Wicked Womprat cocktails from the droid barkeep. Resting your arm against the illuminated bar top, you look down at your wrist comm and your heart tightens. 

“Where did that come from?” Sky asks as she hands you your drink. 

“Oh um-” your eyes shoot up to meet hers. Your cheeks redden as you stumble over the words swirling in your head. “Zebastian gave it to me.” Your hands clamp over your mouth as your eyes go wide. Zebastian’s warning rings in your ears. “I meant, Revan… he gave it to me.” Skylar shoots you a questioning look. You take a sip of your drink to hide the guilt you feel but it doesn’t help you feel any better. “I need to use the refresher,” you rush out as you slide off your chair. Suddenly, a prickling sensation spreads from the base of your neck. Like someone is watching you, but Sky’s voice forces you back to reality. 

“I’m coming with you,” Sky announces as she sets her drink down. 

“You don’t have to,” you counter. “Seriously, I’ll be fine.” You flash her a smile you hope to the stars above she believes. She doesn’t. She grabs your wrist and pulls you close. 

“I made you a promise and I intend to keep it,” her tone sharp like glass. Sky follows you into the refresher and locks the door when she notices you two are alone. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” Skylar squares her shoulders and folds her arms across her chest. Your mouth pops open and close like a fish. “We aren’t leaving until you tell me everything.”

You close your eyes and rub your temples to soothe the weight of her words. Your chest rises as you take in a breath to center your mind. On the exhale, you tell your best friend everything. Skylar holds you tight as you sob against her shoulder. 

A loud commotion on the other side of the door pulls you from your overwhelmed state. Skylar looks at you and then back at the door as muffled screams filter in through the door. You clutch onto her hand while she unlocks the door. Skylar leads you around the corner and you both stand frozen as the scene before you unfolds. 

A large and vicious black-furred Wookiee holds a frightened Trandoshan patron by the neck. The Trandoshan squirms trying to break free as a female Twi’lek approaches the Wookiee. Her ethereal presence is jarring against the tough aliens. Her long white dress skims the floor and the sequins of the bodice reflect the neon lights. Her voice is soft yet stern as she de-escalates the situation. It is her establishment after all. 

“Come on,” Skylar whispers. “Now is our chance.” Together, you creep along the low-lit walls toward the front door as everyone else watches, frozen in fear. A guttural scream breaks your concentration as your eyes follow its origin. The Wookiee rips off the Trandoshan’s arm and the room erupts in a panic. Bodies rush in every direction attempting to get free. Strong hands push you to the ground. Landing on your hands and knees you struggle to get upright. Another blow to your side causes you to fall forward. Searing pain shoots through your hand as someone steps on you.

“Sky!’ you scream in agony. 

The corner of your vision darkens as adrenaline kicks in. Your chest heaves as you lift yourself up from the ground clutching your hand. Dizzy, you stumble forward leaning onto the bar for support. Something hard hits the back of your neck and you let out a nightmarish scream as your body goes limp and your vision goes black. 

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[stitchlingbelle]

Watching Halo, Episode 3

Welcome to Planet Recycle Hell, which I feel morally obligated to point out is not too darn different from a lot of the factory/ fast fashion/ greenwashing/ recycle grift economy we have now. Call your senators and make a difference, people! Ahem. Makee’s tragic backstory is revealed! I can see how she decided all humans suck, but quite honestly, how she thinks the Covenant is any better is beyond me. ESH, sweetie. Of course, I’ve seen the ship tag, I know things are going to get Complicated for her as soon as she leaves the bubble, so we’ll see…

More plotting by General Parangosky, trying and I’m sure failing to contain Halsey, as usual. I can’t really blame her for trying, but I extremely question her motives. Here’s hoping Miranda can do some good, I really like her (and would ADORE her getting to show up her mom.) (Meanwhile, am I the only one who thinks these uniforms have Royal Manticoran Navy vibes? They also remind me of the Army of Light from Babylon 5, but while the black color scheme there was meant to subvert expectations, I don’t think these are. Or that the UNSC are good guys to begin with.)

Halsey wakes the person in the pod and oh my God, there’s TWO of them now? I say, as I fall deeply, endlessly in love with Halsey’s clone. God, it’s nice to see someone call Halsey on her bs and clearly hold her own in their battle of wits (if not outright win, the way Halsey backs away from some of her questions.) I hope she sticks around, but the dialogue implies she knows she’s here to die.

Aaand here it comes. God, Halsey’s grooming of John is just endlessly creepy. Someone on the writing staff around here understands what grooming and abuse actually look like. And her goon (Adun?) shows a bit of personality at last by… almost kissing a woman he’s about to kill while she’s immobilized. Fuck this guy. I do think it’s fascinating that the clone doesn’t resist—even as the one on the chopping block, she seems dedicated to her/ Halsey’s goals, enough to die for them. That’s frankly terrifying. And die she does, in a scene that is in turns poignant (“Will it hurt?”), sickening (through her EYE?), and ridiculous (a convenient acid bath, seriously?).

And at last we meet Cortana! Immediately it’s clear she isn’t JUST a mind-clone of Halsey, which is interesting. You’d think Halsey would want Cortana to have her own personality (and possibly memories) to better control her; quite frankly without them I’m not sure what the clone had to die for, other than Hollywood handwavy Evil. If you have computers this advanced a scan would probably suffice, it's not like you put her brain in a jar. But movie logic is movie logic. On the upside, Cortana has a lot more room to grow on her own being based on Siri or whatever. And she’s going to need to grow, she doesn’t yet understand why anyone would have a problem with her and her bullheaded approach is going to be an issue as she tries to bond with the Master Chief. (In the meantime, their sniping is entertaining for us, the audience.)

Makee is kicking off her mission, pretending to be an escapee in nice clothes and flawless makeup with not a mark on her. I am deeply unconvinced. So are the UNSC crewers, which doesn’t save any of them, in a scene that is pure gross horror. (Obligatory Honor Harrington joke: “She shot stabbed him… with her finger.”) Can’t say I think much of her planning here; these people don’t know you call the Master Chief “the Demon” or that some random artifact is “The Keystone”. Ask clearer questions! You probably wouldn’t get any farther, but at least it would make sense. Also, keeping someone alive to unlock the secure tech for you would also be smart. (I should probably stop trying to make villains smarter…)

John’s trying to figure out the artifact-slash-himself, gathering more clues, etc. It doesn’t respond to Cortana, only him, which is interesting. After it’s back to the barracks, where apparently no one prepped the team for Cortana? Like, seriously? You didn’t brief them, sell her as an intelligence and operations upgrade? Getting the rest of the team excited about the possibilities might have helped with John’s acceptance. Instead, Cortana just pops up and John shuts her down. I almost feel bad for her in this scene, she honestly has no idea why she’s not being welcomed with open arms. (At the end of the scene I just wrote “Kai for President”. No idea why, just on general principle, I suppose.) Unaddressed: Is Cortana unique to John, or will they all have a copy? Or is there going to be a unique AI for each of them? If they’re worried about one Spartan going rogue, they have to worry about them all…

Kwan and Soren et al are back pretty briefly in this episode, just to establish that Kwan’s found her purpose in life: bringing down this Vinsher guy and finishing what her dad started. Not sure Chief would be thrilled (the UNSC definitely won’t) and I’m still convinced she and Soren are going to die. I’m no longer suspicious of Laera, and dang, her actress’s delivery of “The universe will be diminished without you in it” was FANTASTIC. Compliment, mourning, condemnation, and a little bit of a threat all in one. (Also, ‘deuterium money’. I love Scifi.)

Ah, this must be where all the “Master Cheeks” jokes are from. I, too, get naked when I plan to stab myself in the ass. (I kid, it’s actually more practical than getting blood all over your clothes. Less hydrogen peroxide needed!) KAI! Watches from the shadows. Is she gonna report him? How are the other Spartans going to react when she tells them? Again, I said her being smart could go either way…

John wanders through the city having Feelings and a Barbie movie moment of human connection, complete with space music! I live for this stuff. Gimme all the futuristic worldbuilding you want, I’ll eat it up. I love the electronic instruments, the little concert space, all very cool. (Sidenote: one of the transit stops is called ‘Manassas’? Yikes.) Is this the first time John’s been out here? Is he not supposed to be out or did they just suppress the desire to leave? What do the Spartans do with their free time? More visions, and I feel the UNSC is going to eventually regret giving this man a top-level hacker at his beck and call. Cortana slipping into chirpy promo voice as she recites the Reach for Life info was funny.

Reach for Life project, Reach the planet, Reach City. I’m gonna go ahead and guess “reach” is a bit of an Arc Word/ Concept. Reaching for the stars? Or something else?

Off they go to Eridanus, with Halsey and her creepy goon in tow, while Miranda is left behind with a window of opportunity. I have a bad feeling about this.

#halo tv show

[squirrelno2]

So if anybody's wondering what I've been writing lately. this is what ate my brain. we're not talking about how many hours steam says I've sunk into the video game this snippet is about or how many words I've written about the various ocs I created because of it. we are NOT. Spoilers of the mildest variety for the Sith Inquisitor storyline of SWTOR, and there is a thing in here that just says "cool name" in brackets because it's not at all important and right now i just need to share something of what i've been doing without worrying about making up ancient sith names or whatever. anyway enjoy the archaeological besties vibes

She must have come from a Dark Council meeting; Darth Imperius swept in in a flurry of deep purple robes, her overlarge epaulets threatening to clip a shelf of fragile artifacts before she saw Talos wincing and veered away.

“What is the point of having me in charge of research and history and ancient Sith artifacts if they are going to drag me away every five minutes because some idiot Republic soldier thinks they’ve found a new superweapon? Honestly. Marr can handle this on his own. Or even get that new Sith, Arkous, on it considering it’s his job and the bastard hasn’t even been to one Council meeting. I have work to do.”

She paused, looking at Talos with an expression a little more like a lost child than he’d ever admit.

“I do have work to do, don’t I?”

“I have been studying several possible sites for the lost tomb of [cool name], and have narrowed it down to these three locations – my Lord, are you all right?”

“Fine! Why wouldn’t I be?”

Talos weighed his options. Should he tell her she was swaying slightly? She looked exhausted, but to say that in front of their subordinates would potentially undermine her.

“Perhaps this would be best to discuss in the conference room,” he said. “We can make the projections much bigger in there.”

“Of course,” Darth Imperius said. She narrowed her eyes at him, as though she knew it was a ploy to get her to sit, but they both knew this way she saved face. Talos took another risk.

“May I offer you anything as we go over the project? A drink, perhaps?”

“You’re bordering on obsequious,” she warned him with a petulant roll of her eyes. “But do. You know what I like.”

Talos wasted no time in preparing a mug of what was more sugar than caf, an indulgence his dark lord never admitted to out loud but which was clear enough to all those who’d spent time in close quarters with her. She took the cup from him and cradled it to her chest for a moment, her stiff outer layer of clothing lying discarded on the floor behind her as she slumped in her chair.

“The Dark Council gets progressively more tedious every time I attend,” she grumbled. “Effecting change, my ass.”

Talos coughed to hide a laugh. “My Lord.”

She smiled as she sipped her caf.

“Show me what you’re working on,” she requested, leaning forward to get a better view.

They discussed the prospective dig for a while, weighing the pros and cons of sending teams to all locations versus simply scouting them out. In war, even archaeological digs could be shows of power, and sending Reclamation teams to each site would be one – but did they have the manpower to protect such efforts? And would digs at the two non-tomb sites provide enough to justify it? They were all historically important locations, likely to have much to offer, but that was an academic’s view. Sith Lords had to seek out Sith power, specifically.

“What do you think?” Darth Imperius asked finally.

“The wisest use of our resources –“

“No, Talos,” she cut him off. “What would be best, or most fun, from a historian’s perspective?”

“My Lord,” Talos said. He glanced at the projections again. Three ancient structures, where hundreds of people at some point had likely lived and worked. Yes, a Sith Lord had once taken over one of them and built their tomb underneath it – but all three sites could reveal so much of the past.

“All three?” she said when he looked back at her. She was smirking, but gently.

“It would be an opportunity on a massive scale,” Talos admitted. “Especially given the chance to compare findings across three such similar sites.”

“Well, there you are, then,” Darth Imperius said. She stretched her arms above her head. A few assistant archaeologists passing by the conference room window paused, staring obviously at her frame. Talos sighed as Darth Imperius winked at them, rolling her shoulders back to push her breasts forward.

“My Lord,” he said reproachfully.

“What? They can look,” she said. “Anyone stupid enough to try and get involved with me, it’s better to find out now while they’re still junior.”

“It takes a great deal of time to train them,” Talos said. “Especially to your standards.”

“I’ll play nicely,” she said fondly, relaxing once more and taking another drink of her caf. “I always do. Has Ashara been in today?”

“She and Xalek are working with the new holocron,” Talos said.

“Together? Alone?”

“After the Incident, I took the liberty of installing surveillance and alarms in the holocron room,” he said. That had been unpleasant. Ghostly possession wasn’t anything new, of course, and it was hardly her fault, but Ashara had still felt terribly guilty about the damage to the building. “Should something go wrong, we will be alerted immediately.”

“Lovely,” Darth Imperius said. “I’d say that maybe they’ll come out as friends, but that’s too much to hope for.”

Talos again coughed to hide his laugh. He had one more thing to tell her, but he didn’t want to bring it up. He never did.

“There is one other matter, my Lord,” he said. “The newest shipment of slaves.”

Darth Imperius sat up, her face cold.

“I told them not to send us any more,” she said.

“Unfortunately, it seems there is a legal provision for it,” he said. “It requires a change in the charter. As it stands, I took the liberty of freeing them already, claiming it was on your orders.”

It was an egregious overstep of his power. Anyone would be well within their rights to shock or even kill Talos for it. He knew what Darth Imperius’s reaction would be, yet he tensed anyway.

“I am… most grateful,” she said softly. “Have you arranged anything for them?”

“Those who wished to leave are being given a credit stipend from the stores you set aside for such purposes,” Talos said. He wondered now if Darth Imperius had given him the power to withdraw money from there for just such an occasion. He’d been flummoxed at the time, but then of course it would all be part of her long-term plan. “Many have asked to stay on with your division.”

“Talos –“

“I made no such suggestions,” he said hastily. “But you command loyalty, as always, my Lord. Why should they not choose to follow you of their own free will?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“They will be undereducated in our affairs,” she said. “See to it that they’re given a proper grounding in history and archaeological techniques.”

“I have already drawn up a lesson plan which awaits your approval,” he said.

“Thank you, Talos,” she said softly.

“You are quite welcome, Exchei,” he told her.

#to be clear if it wasn't Exchei is her actual non-darth name. it's about the tenderness and intimacy of a person's real name ok #swtor #fanfic #sith inquisitor #talos drellik

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Oop, I'm late to the party. But I have an OC I've kinda played around with in my head for a while now if you're interested :)

Name: Rin Himura

Quirk: None

Eye Color: Gray

Hair Color: Black

Age: 40 (in the current date of the manga)

Family: Rei Todoroki (older sister), Himura Clan (disowned), Todoroki children (niblings), Geten (distance relative)

Birthday: February 4th (Aquarius)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Occupation: Archeologist

Personality: Friendly and lively, but likes to live on her own and by her own rules. Adventurous. Doesn't have many close friends because she's always onto one thing or another and travels a lot. She's very intelligent, but talks a lot to the point where only her sister can stand to listen to her uninterrupted. Sometimes says the first thing that comes to her mind without thinking. She usually doesn't mean any harm (unless you're Endeavor, then she means lots of harm)

History: Rin Himura is the family disappointment. Not only was her birth unplanned, she was born without a quirk. Her parents realized they would never be able to profit from her existence and treated her with disdain. She was the clan outcast... But that never bothered her. She considered herself lucky as she wouldn't meet the same fate as her older sister. Her parents tried their best to tear her down, but her spirit was too strong. She spent her adolescence reading and studying geography and history; her dream was to travel the world and learn as much about it as she could. When she wasn't doing that, she was working odd jobs and building a secret savings account. Rin and Rei were close growing up, Rei was the gentle and reserved older sister and Rin was the tough and rambunctious little sister. Opposites, but best friends.

When Rei was sold to Endeavor, Rin met him for the first time when he met with the clan elders to settle the deal. He was perfectly polite and quiet, but there was something about him that unsettled Rin. She begged Rei to reconsider, to run away from this man but Rei refused citing that it was her duty to help the clan. This led to a major fight for the first time ever between the sisters and causes them to no longer speak to one another.

Once Rin turned 18, she left for college and studied to become an archeologist. She fulfills her dream of traveling the world and studying ancient civilizations and artifacts. She spends a lot of time in Egypt, Italy, Greece, and Africa due to their rich history going back millennia. She didn't step foot in Japan for 12 years.

Until one day when she was 30. She received a call from an unknown number while stationed in Greece. It was her big sister who she hadn't heard from in 14 years, married and with kids. But something about Rei sounds off. She's rambling, she sounds absolutely terrified, so unlike the calm collected older sister she had grown up with. Rin can hear a kettle whistling in the background. Her heart starts thumping as she realizes just how off Rei sounds. She begs her sister to turn off the stove and step away from it, to breathe and talk to her.

Rei does what she says, but breaks down. She confesses to Rin exactly what's been going on in the Todoroki household: Endeavor's abuse, Touya's declining mental health, and how she's beginning to see her abusive husband in her kids' faces.

Rin is horrified, but makes a decision. Of course she can't allow her big sister and niblings to suffer any longer. She's going to put a stop to this situation one way or another.

The Number Two hero better get ready, because Aunt Rin is coming back to Japan!

Fun facts:

I named her Rin because it means "a cold, severe and dignified person" and that's the opposite of who she is. She doesn't fit into the mold her parents wanted her to from her literal birth. Her name doesn't define her, she defines her name. Also, it sounded nice to go along with Rei

She keeps the Himura name out of spite

I also wanted her to be kind of the anti-Endeavor. That's why I made her an Aquarius, it's the "opposite" of a Leo like he is. They're as different as night and day, which causes them to clash quite a bit (forget All Might, Rin Himura is Endeavor's real enemy)

I kinda of based her off of Nico Robin from One Piece, if you couldn't tell with the archeology thing. She's a lot more open than Robin though, and not nearly as patient

She kind of fucks up the canon timeline. If you couldn't tell, she inadvertently stops Rei from scarring Shoto, which also stops Rei from being committed. Going by the anime timeline, we'll see how she affects Touya's story (that is, if I ever make a fic about her👀)

This lady has connections all over the world. Take that as you will

Rin accidentally seduces Midnight. No I won't elaborate.

And that's Rin Himura! Sorry this is so long😅

She seems really cool 😊

I know very little about the Himura Clan (was it mentioned in canon or was it in a spin-off?) but having a character with connections to the Clan’s very interesting, especially when said character is the “black sheep” of the family.

#mha oc

[silurisanguine]

15 lines of Dialogue game

As ive been away for the weekend, not sure if anyone tagged me with this but saw it open tag so here we go. Tagging @vorchagirl @despicablediet and anyone who'd like to do it! 15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well! Since i've written the most with Seren Jones, I shall pick her for this!

1 -"Maybe I am, but there isn’t anything left in this universe worth staying for. Whatever is in the next universe has to be better than this one Barrett, it has to. I can't bare to stay here any more, not without him, not when I could have done it so differently."

2 - "Cora… she was there, saw her dad die…She hated me, blamed me for not saving him. After the funeral, Lillian took her and that was the last I ever saw that wonderful twelve year old. I realised then I had no reason to stay in my universe as everything i loved had been taken from me. I hoped maybe another would give me a second chance. To fix things..to try again…

…That’s why I do this.”

3 - "I came here the first time with no preconception of what I’d find. I was in awe at the location, just as you are now. But what I learned here has guided my hand in relation to how I see the Artifacts, how I see Unity and the Starborn. Anyone who wants to complete the Artifact collection, needs to know the full story for themselves.”

4- "Now you see how dangerous this place is, and this is just the start. The Starborn Guardians here have lost all empathy, all compassion, their humanity in pursuit of their cause. They have nothing left in their existence except to stop anyone else reaching the Temple. …I sometimes wonder what is the point of their existence before I wipe them out of it for good.”

5 -”You washed them clean. I can say one good thing about Lillian in that she gave you the chance to do that. You’re not the same man, Sam.”

6 -”They makes me smile every time I come back here. But I’m not entirely alone, the fish there get a view unlike any other.” She pointed to the couple of little fish swimming in their tanks, sitting right at the edge of the massive view screen. “If you don’t mind taking care of them for me, they’ve been a good little crew, never complained once.”

7 - "I've never met you before. Until today I'd never met a single pirate here." That was the truth, if a little stretched Seren thought.

8 -"All this, this universe is a nightmare. I've been to so many variations and… You… everyone here is so different, so wrong. It’s like Unity decided to show me the worst outcome possible just to make me appreciate who I’d - what I’d lost.”

9 -"Neat trick, have to remember that next time I'm in a hell-hole universe."

10 -"Sorry, Sam, just picturing you over Vlad’s head brought on images of you in ballet tights and…yeah, sorry, I have too much imagination.”

11 - "Yes, justice, Delgado. See that’s behind most things I do now. In this case justice for those your fucking coloured coded Spacers have harmed- have murdered. It’s interesting really how far I got here without anyone realising who I really am... I wondered why no one noticed the SIN of my ship. Even Jess surprisingly. It was a gamble using it of course…But no one ever clocked that I was flying the Razorleaf."

12- “Until I knew for sure you felt the same way I did, I wasn’t sure how to really act around you. But now I know, expect more of this, Sam Coe.”

13 - “You know I would! I mean she called me darlin, you know that makes me melt.”

14 - "…He always said he was bad with words, yet he could say things that were like love poetry to me, that would dazzle me. He was so open with his feelings when he trusted you. Funny, absurd sometimes and he cared deeply and loved passionately. He was an amazing father and I-"

15 - "I've no idea. Being Starborn didn't exactly come with a manual."

#Seren Jones #15 lines of dialogue #Siluri writes #The Coemancer Crew #Starfield OC

[lec743]

Darksiders Fanfic Concept Thing with Samael (2)

Samael stewed on his throne as he reflected on his interactions with the human woman. She was infuriating in a way that is amusing at the best of times and blood boiling at the worst of times. Any attempts at niceties is spat back at his face with fearful hostility and she has proven to be quite the contortionist and escape artist. He has to figure out if she is somehow convincing one of his guards to let her out. So, he switches out the people who bring her food and he has personally inspected her cell and reinforced it with his magics. He has even thought about putting up spy spells in her room, but decided against it. This is his castle; where's the fun in figuring her out if he has to spy on her for it.

Speaking of which, it's probably time he went and checked on her. He could send someone else to check on her for him, but if he did that then he won't get a conversation. Unless she's been caught, she's not very talkative, and he'd rather save those conversations for himself.

The giant demon walked leisurely through his castle. The workers parting around him, bowing as they moved. The guards stood at attention as he passed them. The mighty wings on his back looking like a regal cape and the large, spiral horns on his head, the crown that he forever bares. A spectacular image of royalty, someone to fear and submit to. Yet, despite the human woman's obvious fear, she refuses to submit. A curious trait, one that would certainly get her killed if the circumstances didn't benefit Samael to keep the human healthy.

He turned down a corridor that holds his collection of dangerous artifacts and tombs of ancient knowledge that only he is allowed to witness. Then he saw her. She was trying to tug open an exceptionally dangerous door. With a few quick steps, he made it over to her and slammed his clawed hand against the cracked door. His slamming hand making a loud boom echo in the hall as he glowered down at her.

She had opted to not make a new leg for herself as she hopped on one foot while holding a broom in her hands for balance. She looked forward as her form trembled. Then she slowly looked up at him, a weak scowl meeting his fiery glare.

"I am starting to wonder if you have a death wish."

"I do wish to see Death. I miss him," she stated.

"The Four Horsemen will come for you soon. They just have to puzzle out that I took you." Samael leaned down to grab her, but she ran from him. Slipping from his fingers twice before he had her secured in his soft but firm grasp.

She huffed at him as her tiny hands gripped at his forefinger as he walked back to her gilded cage. After a moment of silence, she asked him a question.

"Why do you say I have a death wish?"

"I tell you plainly that you are safer in your room and yet you refuse to stay in it."

She waved away his answer and shook her head. "No. No. Earlier. At the door. Was that room dangerous somehow?"

"Very." Samael waited. He wanted to see if she would indulge her curiosity.

"Okay... How so? What's so dangerous about that room?"

The demon smirked for just a moment, before he composed himself. "It holds an artifact that can annihilate almost any creature."

"Why aren't you using it? Seems like a great tool you'd want to use." She said as an insult.

"I have. The cost of it's use is much too great."

"And yet the door was unlocked."

"An oversight and an underestimation on my part. Everyone here knows not to go into my private quarters."

"Ah... Except for me..."

"Now that you know, do you plan on using it on me?" Samael teased.

She rolled her eyes. "I want to escape you. Not kill you. Besides, I'd probably die just trying to get close to it."

Samael raised an eyebrow ridge at that. He could hear the truth of her words. He finds it odd that she doesn't wish him harm despite her hostility. The rest of the walk to her cell was quiet. He placed her down on her bed once he entered her room.

"Should I expect you to escape again today?"

She sighed. "No. I'm tired. I think I'll go to sleep once you leave." She grabbed a satin pillow and hugged it to her chest.

The large demon did think she looked exhausted. He could see it on her face quite clearly.

"Very well, Human. Your food will be on the table when you wake." Samael went to leave when the human woman sighed loudly.

"Can you please stop calling me "human" as if it's my name. I'm Alex."

He chuckled quietly, thinking introductions are long overdue. "And I am the Demon Prince of Hell Samael."

She nodded at him before flopping on her side into the bed.

As Samael left and locked the door behind him, he couldn't help but feel odd. He's used to people groveling more at the sound of his name. Or there will be people who are ready to attack him on sight if for some reason they do not recognize his face. She didn't even blink at his title. The large demon chalked it up to her being tired and/or ignorant as to what his name means.

*A few days later*

Sometimes Hell is full of surprises. This particular surprise being an unknown, but fairly strong demon, raiding his castle to try and dethrone him. Samael's guards were able to take on the few followers the unknown demon had but left the apposing demon to the Prince of Hell. It is the demon's right to challenge him, even if it is a stupid idea. Unfortunately, Alex had decided to escape her room once again. And the demon had her in his grasp.

"A human?!" the unknown demon scoffed as he stood before the Prince, "I thought your pretty little Lilith was the one who enjoyed having pets."

Alex was wild-eyed and was tugging at the hand that was wrapped tightly around her waist and chest. Her mouth was open like she was gasping for breath.

Samael didn't bother to grace him with a response. Only readying himself for the battle. He had to be quick if he was going to prevent minimal damages.

"You want to take down Samael," Alex gasps out quickly to the demon, "I know how. He has this weapon that will take him out in one go."

The unknown demon looked down at the human in his grasp with malicious interest. Samael kept the snarl on his face, but he was intrigued as well to an extent. Was she really going to do it?

"Do you now?" The unknown demon probed.

"Yes. I hate him. I want him gone. You are strong enough to handle the weapon." She then pointed towards it. "It's that way!"

The unknown demon looked to her, then to the Prince, then towards where she was pointing. Then the unknown demon made a mad dash towards the weapon. Samael followed close behind. The demon Prince was mad about the situation, not because he was being challenged, but because he was wrong about what he thought he knew about Alex. He didn't think she had it in her to do this, thought that is a mistake he won't make again.

The unknown demon was quicker than Samael and had made it to his private quarters, lead faithfully but Alex. Samael watched as the unknown demon kicked through the dangerous doorway and disappear into the room. Samael followed him in, using his wings to protect himself from the weapon's energy. Through his wings he could see the unknown demon laying dead on the ground. He didn't see Alex's body at first. Then after a few seconds, he saw the hand the demon was previously holding her in start to move around against the floor.

Samael quickly moved and picked up the human woman and shielded her with his hands and wings. Once he was outside the room he closed the door behind him and held her out so that he could see her. He glared at her with a gaze so fiery that he could rival the weapon's power.

Alex laid in the palms of his hands, laying on her back. Her arms and face were burnt and her hair was still smoldering from being on fire, but it seems that she used the unknown demon's body to shield herself.

"How often do you get guests like this," she asked him casually. Then she started to whine about how her ribs hurt.

"Not often, but it happens. Most are not so stupid as that demon to take me on so blatantly... How does it feel to fail so miserably?"

"Yah. Luring him to that death machine wasn't my smartest on the fly move, but at least I was right about him not being strong enough to handle it. Ugh..." She covered her face with her hands.

Samael's eyebrow ridges rose at that as he started to move towards his room to care for her wounds. "A risky plan indeed. I was convinced you meant it."

Alex sighed. "I would be lying if I didn't want to retaliate like that. To feel big and powerful in some way against you, just to spite you... But it's in my best interest to not dethrone you."

The Demon Prince of Hell allowed himself to chuckled aloud. "How thoughtful. And how did you come to this conclusion?"

"Look at how you hold me."

He paused as he did look at her. Alex was still laying comfortably in the cup of his hands. His clawed fingers helping her to stay safe, like the railing on a balcony.

"You are Samael. The Demon Prince of Hell. The Great Deceiver. The Dark Prince. I do not trust you and I do not know you. What I do know is that you don't have to hold me as gently as you do. Even if you hold me like this because you are wary of The Horsemen's retaliation, you still don't have to hold me like this. And yet, here we are."

She held eye contact with him. Her words were honest in a way that felt very undressing for the Demon Prince.

Samael continued his walking. "Let us take care of your wounds."

#fanfiction #darksiders #darksiders samael

[crashdevlin]

Left in the Cold (A Witcher fic)

Author’s Note: Again, I'm very aware that not everyone likes the Witcher but this is what demanded my attention this week. TBLP and Permission Granted are being worked on right now though lol

This is a sequel to Opposites Don't Attract I took bits of lore from the show, the books, and the games and mixed them all up into a cohesive awesomeness...I switch between calling the bard 'Jaskier' and 'Dandelion' because he goes by Dandelion in the games/books, because he doesn't like people know he's a noble. No smut in this one, just lovely angst.

Summary:  Y/n doesn't think Geralt really wants her so she's leaving before she can be left.

Pairing: Geralt x Female Witcher!Reader, mentions of Geralt x Yennefer and Geralt x Triss Merigold

Word count: 3303

Story Warnings: angst... just mostly a lot of that shit lol

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“Here’s the other half, Madam Witcher,” the museum curator who hired you said, handing you a bag of gold Crowns.

“Not a ‘madam’ anything,” you disputed, tying the bag to your potions belt. “What are you going to do with all the fakes Lery sold you?”

“They might not be authentic artifacts, but it could be argued that they are very well-done art pieces.”

You shook your head. Humans. So greedy. “Is that how you’re gonna be getting your money’s worth? You’re gonna charge people to see a set of fake Elven ‘art’?”

“I won’t present it as authentic. Don’t worry about-”

“I don’t care enough to worry,” you interrupted. “You just be careful not to get the attention of the guard. Nilfgard doesn’t like frauds.”

The man nodded solemnly as you walked away and jumped easily up onto your horse, Daisy. You rode out of the East gate of Novigrad and started down the path, cutting across a field as you turned North. A flash of pink caught your attention and you slowed Daisy to a trot as another horse came up behind you.

You raised an eyebrow at the sight of Jaskier's fluffy pink hat. "What pink nightmare is that on your head, Dandelion?"

"It was a gift, thank you, from a very prominent Redanian Duke."

"Ah. Which of his daughters did you bed?"

"The youngest," he said nonchalantly. "But he legitimately liked my rhymes before he found out I had defiled his sweetest." You shook your head. At least the bard was consistent. "Where are you going?"

The way he asked the question made your eyebrows scrunch together. "I just finished a job in Novigrad. I was going to search for another contract in-"

"You're going North. Kagen is South."

You bristled slightly at the mention of the town where you left Geralt. "Why would I go to Kagen?"

"I just spoke to Geralt yesterday and he said that you were meeting him in-"

"I'm absolutely certain that Geralt has too much sense to be waiting around for me."

"Wait, did something happen?" Jaskier asked, reaching out to put a hand on your shoulder. "You can talk to me, Y/n."

"Remove your hand from my shoulder or I'll remove your hand from your wrist," you warned.

"Well, someone's touchy today." He pulled his hand back and sighed. "Why aren't you going to meet with Geralt?"

You rolled your eyes. "Why would I go meet with Geralt?"

"Now, I thought you two were together, at least in a physical sense. Highly compatible, right? He's a witcher; you're a witcher. You've got parts that match up nicely. Everyone in the tavern heard you in Lyria. I thought that was the start of something-"

"Gezras save me. Jaskier, shut up." You licked your bottom lip between your teeth and bit into it harshly as you debated the best way to get the bard to stifle his questions. "We are compatible. Of course we are. Physically, we're a perfect match. However...I am not a sorceress...which means I'm not his type...and he will be bored of me before a moon has gone and I am...just getting ahead of that. All right? Have I bared enough of my inner workings to you, Bard? Or shall I pull out a flask of liquor and tell you of my childhood and lack of emotional stability?" you finished, a defensive sarcasm on your words.

"If that's what you want to do, sure, but I get the feeling that's not what you want to do," he responded, making you roll your eyes. "So, you're just going to leave him waiting in Kagen?"

"I'm sure he'll figure out I'm not coming back before too long."

"Do you want me to tell him-"

"I don't want you involved. I don't want you to say a thing about this. I just want to go find a contract to get some coin and put a few more miles between me and the Butcher of Blaviken, all right?"

"Oh, come on. He hates being called that."

"Then revise your song," you snapped. You took a deep breath and adjusted your hold on Daisy's reins. You were losing control of your emotions. You were straying dangerously close back into Feline territory. "I'm going to go. Enjoy your...just farewell, Jaskier."

"And when you run into him again?" He adjusted his hat and patted his horse's head. "It's bound to happen. He was actively avoiding me for years and we still managed to cross paths. What will you do?"

You shrugged. "If he's alone, we'll have sex. If he's with one of the others, I'll go my own way. As I am doing now."

You couldn't keep up the conversation. Jaskier called out after you as your horse sped away down the path, but you didn't turn back. You could not go back to Kagen. You could not go back to Geralt.

You felt...deeply...horribly...terrifyingly. You felt in a way that Geralt of Rivia did not. You cared easily. You loved freely. You desired in a way that Geralt could never even begin to understand. You felt...which meant you could, and would, feel pain. You were left wide open to heartbreak. After analyzing everything, you were left with a single option: walk away. Walk away and leave the White Wolf a sweet memory.

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You stared at the stars, lying out on your bed roll waiting for sleep to take you. In the three weeks since you left Geralt in Kagen, you’d gone Northwest. Away from Temeria where Geralt was, away from Redania where the king seemed to have a vendetta forming against all nonhuman entities, away from Nilfgard and their dark armies. Tredam in Poviss was a safe, calm place. A witcher would likely be the craziest thing to enter the gates in years. Once you were there, you could take some coin and rent a small cabin for the winter. Hide a while with nothing but your meditation. Force your emotions down. Force your feelings away.

If you made it that far.

There was no sound of boots on frosted grass approaching you, but there was a smell and a sense of movement. You didn't have to ask. You didn't have to look. You knew before he'd rounded the tree closest to you who was approaching.

"You can come out now, Joel," you called, sitting up.

"Quite a bit further up North than I expected, sister," he said, quietly, walking around the tree to look down at you. He was tall with dark skin and his brilliant eyes shined in the dark just like yours did. Joel was a witcher, a Cat School graduate, your brother in every way but blood. You could see pain and anger on his face and it took no guessing to figure out why those emotions were there. He knew, just as well as you did, that you had abandoned him when you left the Caravan. When you saddled your horse in the dead of night and took off without a word almost twenty years before, you left him behind.

"I've been all over the Continent...and Skellige. This is the first time I've been North of Redania in years, actually." You licked your lips and leaned forward, eyes narrowing to take in more of the man. He was scarred, just as you were, but your scars were monsters claws embedded in your skin as constant reminder to move faster, be better, hunt harder...his looked to be knife wounds. The scar across his throat made your heart ache; someone had slashed him from ear to ear. But he'd obviously survived. Gods have pity on the one who tried to kill that Cat.

"Oh, I've heard." He nodded as he came to stand in front of you. "A giant in Skellige, wasn't it? And that trio of trolls in Temeria."

"Just to name a few, of course." You analyzed Joel as he rocked a bit on his feet in front of you. He was on edge. He was anxious. He was in fight mode already.

"Just to name the ones songs have been written about."

You rolled your eyes. Jaskier would need to be throttled. "The songs were...not my decision."

"I noticed, in the songs that weren't your decision...those songs of a White Wolf and a Stray Cat, you seem to denigrate our teachers. Have you spent the last twenty years talking shit about the people who saved you?"

"You can't sully the reputation of a school of assassins and mercenaries." His eyes cut away at the mention and his heart rate doubled for a few seconds. "Is that why you're here, Joel? Are you here to dispatch a naysayer? Here to kill a traitor to your school?"

He scoffed and shook his head. "No. Of course not. I'd never kill you over something like ideology."

"Then what are you going to kill me for?"

"A witcher always fulfills a contract," he said, quietly.

That shocked you. "And there's a price on my head?"

"A woman approached the Caravan. Well-dressed, human, obviously uncomfortable around nomads...but she came anyway." You swallowed as he shifted slightly to stand between you and your swords. "She said her name was Marchioness Taran Woudsly and-" Your eyes closed in silent exasperation at the name. You knew what this was about. "-she needed a witcher to take down the witcher who murdered her husband."

"I did not murder her husband," you argued. "I have not murdered a soul in over twenty years. I have killed monsters and I have killed in defense of my own life, but it has been since the Quadrell contract-" You shook your head and sighed. Joel didn't care. "Her husband was cursed, wolf-bitten. He was killing people because he refused to be locked away on the full moon. I had to kill him. I waited until the wolf took hold of him and then I took him down. I did my job as a witcher. That his wife would rather have sacrificed the peasants of their lands than chained her husband, that she would rather they die than her cursed spouse...that she thinks what I have done is murder but not what he did to those families...well, that's telling, isn't it?"

“She’s put a contract out on you. I’ve taken that contract. It is my job as a witcher to-”

You jumped up and looked into his eyes. “Your job as a witcher is not to murder people. Just because our teachers taught us that was the way, that doesn’t mean-”

“Fulfilling a contract is our job. Witchers do not back down from our obligations.”

“She has no right to see me dead, Joel!” you exclaimed. Your emotions were high. Your adrenaline pumping. You were in peak Cat School condition. "She has no right to force my brother to bear the weight of my-"

"Your brothers and sisters have been bearing the weight of your absence, why should I not bear the weight of your death?!" he snapped, hand moving to grab his steel.

"If you draw your blade on me, I will be forced to fight against you. Please, do not force my hand to-" His sword answered for him. You jumped back as he slashed at you. "Joel, don't do this!" you begged.

He gave no indication that your words even penetrated his mind. He continued to attack you as you rolled and dodged, trying desperately to reason with him as he ignored you. His blade slashed into your chest as you tried to avoid him and you screamed in pain as you fell haphazardly to your bedroll. Regret flashed across his face, but he raised his sword above his head anyway.

He had a contract to fulfill. He was going to go through to the end.

You drew a sign in the air and a pulse of energy burst from your hand, knocking him back. It gave you enough time to grab your own steel sword and raise it to him. "Brother, please. In the name of all that is good, don't do this!"

"Do you remember the Trial of Dreams?" he asked. His hands shaking caused his sword to quake above him. You nodded. You remembered your visions. You remembered the sickness and pain. "Did I ever tell you what I saw?"

"No, Joel. None of us wanted to talk after."

"I saw you," he whispered. "I saw you transform into a wolf." Your eyebrows came together. "You stopped being a cat and you became a wolf and I never understood what that vision meant until I heard that song. I never put it together that you left to become a wolf until I heard-"

"That’s not why I left! I can't change my medallion any more than you can! I left to change my life!" You stepped back and he stepped forward. "I didn't want to be a murderer anymore. I just wanted to kill monsters. The-the Wolf was right, but I wasn’t trying to be like him! I was just trying to find myself!"

"You changed. You left and you changed."

"And that’s why I couldn’t come home! That's why I've been alone for twenty years! That's why I've spent nineteen winters renting rooms in inns and taking small contracts to make coin to survive. I changed for the better and I knew our teachers wouldn't be able to see that!"

Your chest wound stung as you panted, blood leaking down the front of you.

"Should I pity you? Should I feel sympathy for your loneliness? You chose this!" He swung his sword and you caught the edge with your own.

"And you chose to take a contract on me!" You parried his sword and swung at him, stepping around and slashing at his back. "Because I left? Because I betrayed you? Because I walked away from Dyn Marv? Not because some noble asked you! This is personal, isn't it?"

"Of course it is!" He twisted away and slashed at you. You parried again and knocked him back, readying to hit him with another Sign. He hit you first, a jet of flame emitting from his palm and burning your face. "You abandoned me!"

You covered your face with one hand and stumbled backward. He grabbed your shirt and pulled you closer, his sword at your throat. Both of you heard the sound of flesh being ripped by the blade of a Witcher's steel blade, but only one of you felt it.

Your eyes went wide and you looked down at the place where your sword was embedded in his chest. "I'm so sorry," you whispered. There was nothing else to say. He let out a few gasping breaths before he fell to your bedroll.

"I'm...more...sister."

Tears rolled down your cheeks as the pain of watching your brother die settled into your bleeding chest. You'd likely always feel guilty about this moment, but there was nothing you could have done. You tried to convince him. You tried to stop him. He refused. He wouldn't let both of you live.

You collapsed to the ground, eyes on Joel's lifeless body prone on your bedding. The pain in your chest was almost as bad as the pain in your heart, but you couldn't move to clean or bandage the deep gash. Your mutations would save you, or you would meet your brother on the other side.

Your blood loss made you cold, or maybe it was the sting of Northern air on blood-sticky skin. You shivered. Your teeth chattered. Your vision tunneled. The darkness took over.

~~~~

Warmth permeated the air and sunk into your body. Pain was gone. Cold was gone. Sadness and guilt remained. You could sense movement to your left, breathing and someone turning pages on a book. A smell of lilac and gooseberries filled the air.

"Shit," you whispered, opening your eyes. The canvas top of a tent greeted your vision. A fire crackled in the middle of the enclosed space. A raven-haired woman sat at a small desk on the opposite side of the tent from the cot you occupied, a book in front of her.

"Are all witchers so vulgar and uncultured? I thought it was just Geralt," she mused, not looking up from her book. You didn't respond. You weren't sure what to say to her. "There's a pitcher of water beside you...if you're thirsty."

You licked your lips as you sat up, looking down to see your bandaged chest. She must have put a healing salve on you, because you felt no sign of pain from it. "Th-thank you...ma'am."

"Don't pretend you don't know who I am and I won't do the same," she said, finally looking up. Her violet eyes caught yours and you swallowed thickly before looking away and reaching down to retrieve the offered water. "We're the stuff of bardic legend, aren't we? Ballads Dandelion has written about us...and Geralt. 'Wolven Storm' sounds so much prettier from Priscilla but I don't think I've ever heard her take on 'Made In Blood'. Do you think it's better than when Dandelion sings it?"

"I've never heard Jaskier's lover sing, so I cannot speak to it." You took a drink of water and sighed. "Yennefer of Vengerberg. If you've heard the song...why would you save me?"

"I should let a woman die simply because she's a rival for the romantic attentions of a man?" She sat back and tapped a finger against her perfect jawline. "I suppose a lesser woman would. Get you out of the way...help Geralt grieve once he's heard the news of your untimely passing. But that would be the lesser woman...and I am am anything but lesser." She stood and stepped closer.

"He wouldn't," you whispered, focusing on her black boots.

'Wouldn't what?"

"Grieve." You looked up. "Geralt barely knows me. He doesn't trust me. We have had...some time together but...I'm no more important to him than the whores he visits in every city he comes to."

Violet eyes searched your face. "Geralt is a man who does not form attachments lightly. So the attachments he does form are special. He's not attached to the whores, Cat."

"Who says he's attached to me?"

"Dandelion, for one," she started. "Ciri, for another." You swallowed down another drink of water and looked away again. You'd never even met Geralt's adopted daughter. How could she possibly know- "Geralt talks about you."

"To Dandelion, I understand, but to Ciri?"

"He trusts her."

"I'm sure he didn't talk about me to Ciri because I mean anything to him." You shook your head. "He's in love with you."

She rolled her eyes. "We were only ever together because Geralt made a wish to a genie," she argued.

"Are you insane?" You stood. "You're gorgeous, intelligent, powerful, men the world over fall at your feet. You honestly believe Geralt only loved you because of the wish?"

"Are you insane?" She flicked her hair off of her shoulder and looked away from you. "You're a witcher. You are more alike to Geralt than I could-"

"No. You're a sorceress," you exclaimed. "You are just as alike. You went through the same sort of-"

"No." She shook her head, ending the conversation. "Try to keep yourself warm, in the future."

You nodded. "Fine. Thank you for your...assistance, Yennefer."

"I won't help for free next time."

You stepped toward the entrance to the tent and pulled the cloth out of the way. "If you...see Geralt…"

"I haven't seen you, of course," she dismissed.

"Of course." You smiled tightly for a moment before walking out of the tent into the crisp Northern air.

#cassie writes stuff #witcher fic #angst #geralt x reader

[contreparry]

Hello and happy DADWC Contre Parry! Can I get this one from the DA Lore prompts, involving any characters of your preference: "The Skin That Stalks. Unique armor. The leather of this armor gives off a faint, living heat. It is heavier than it looks, but the weight and warmth are somehow comforting. The armor makes little noise in motion, and after a surprisingly short time, wearing it feels quite natural."

Here's some Merrill from the roommates AU for @dadrunkwriting!

It was a work of art.

Armor, of course, could always be a work of art and a practical artifact all in one. Merrill handled more than one beautiful piece in her time at the museum, but this- this was special indeed. She ran a gloved hand along an embossed leather strap and sighed wistfully. The magic that enchanted the piece was still working, for the leather radiated a pleasant heat that sank into her fingertips. The spellwork alone was impressive, but combined with the leatherwork and smithing that went into this piece, the armor was truly a find! And to think it was locked away in a dusty corner of a Chantry for so many ages made her head spin!

"I would cautiously say that this artifact comes from before the Dragon Age," Merrill concluded. "But the engraving is a pattern that dates back further, possibly to the Storm Age. And it is derivative of Dalish designs from even further back."

The elderly man grinned at her response and stroked his snow-white beard. It was a little like a billy goat's beard, long and wispy, and his watery blue eyes danced with excitement as he looked at the armor with brand new appreciation. This was why she enjoyed her work at the museum, why she pushed on through all the terrible struggles and trials to carve a space out for herself.

"Grandad said it was important. Said he saved it for a friend, who inherited it through the ages in her family. But she hadn't the space to keep it anymore, and she never trusted a museum or university to keep it properly. So Grandad hid it up in the Chantry rafters and checked on it every day after his gardening shift. Climbed up all those stairs and ladders, kept it safe until he retired, and then he told me. Went up the next day and retrieved it, kept it with me ever since. Would've given it to one of my grandkids to keep safe, until I saw that you're the director here. Not to say a shem nowadays can be trusted to keep our people's history intact, but..." the man shrugged then, letting the words remain unsaid between them. There was too much history, too much bad blood, that the Dalish couldn't trust outsiders with their artifacts, with their history.

"I will be certain to examine it thoroughly. And if you ever wish to come and see it, I will be happy to have you as a guest," Merrill informed him. "Can you tell me anything else you remember about what your grandfather told you about this piece of armor?"

The old man grinned and launched into the tale of the armor and its curious name, The Skin That Stalks, and all the rumors of its magical abilities- heat and a comfortable heaviness, like a security blanket, and it could make the wearer almost silent. As he spoke in his reedy thin voice Merrill settled in and listened to a tale of intrigue and friendship and love for people- their people- that spanned across generations.

#my writing #da drunk writing circle #modern!Thedas Roommates AU

[vividviverrid]

-- WRITEBLR (RE)INTRODUCTION;

-- ABOUT ME;

kael knoxton martin | 22 | he/they/xe | 📍 mid-michigan

i'm a transgender disabled writer (who... needs to start using writeblr again). i've been writing since i was four or five years old, and writing has always been my main outlet for Experiences and Emotions and All Of The Side Effects Of Being Alive. in short, i cannot stop writing or i will die. hence why i should use my actual writing blog more!

my writing comes in a variety pack of fuckery but my greatest loves are poetry, science fiction, and creative nonfiction. i'm deeply passionate about disability & mental illness representation, alien cultures, platonic soulmates, monstrousness and the perception of it, nightmares, and pretty much anything "weird".

(you can see my published pieces, my self-published collection of poetry, and my substack newsletter here!)

-- MY WIPS;

i have two main WIPs right now...

the reposing force of the great lakes

a story i've been planning for about two years now. in a universe where superheroes are widely known to the public and treated like celebrities, the great lakes region of the united states has its own reposing force -- a collective of carefully chosen superheroes who make it their mission to help and protect everyone around them.

three characters - ivy white, kingsley henneth, and rowan james - apply for a job within the reposing force each for a different reason, and all get rejected for the same reason. their powers are "useless" and would be "an embarrassment" to the organization.

a week later, however, the entire reposing force (except for one member!) gets kidnapped by a powerful, revenge-driven supervillain and exiled to a nightmarish dimension. now they're forced into saving the heroes that rejected them and fighting the threats that pile up in the wake of their absence, trying to navigate a destiny they never ever wanted.

fate harvested (working title)

set in an unknown part of space in an unknown future, the harvestman is the most feared vessel in all of known reality. piloted by a group of criminals, each with their own specialties and unique abilities, the crew of the harvestman will do almost any job if it pays well enough.

during an assignment to steal artifacts from a tourist planet, the crew of the harvestmen experience their first loss in several decades when their heist fails. the leader, former staezandan warrior skylas graver, believes that the person who hired them set them up to fail, and sets off to find them.

it doesn't take him very long.

the buyer ends up being marlenn zinn, the fourteen year old child of sol zinn, the immortal ruler and founder of a faraway but powerful planet known as kaltox iii. he was right, she did set them up to fail; the intent was actually to distract them so marlenn could stow away on their ship.

marlenn begs them for help; the entirety of kaltox iii is hunting her down, believing her to be a youth mentioned in the old kaltox prophecies. according to the legend, the psychic child will bring great loss to their world, and this can only be prevented by "harvesting" marlenn's psychic powers through a procedure that effectively kills her.

the crew must decide whether or not helping marlenn is a good use of their time while also navigating their own traumas that developed in childhood, and eventually they soften as marlenn's own trauma hardens her even more. Found Family, tm.

#I FINALLY DID IT #writeblr #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writing community #wip introduction #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #disabled writers #trans writers #etc etc

[the-broken-truth]

[Falling down from a tree]: Greeting, friend! I had another idea for Revna. Imagine that when Atreus discovers that Tyr was actually Odin this entire time using and manipulating them, he immediately thinks of Björn and Revna and since couldn’t get Björn he decides to go to Asgard to get Revna and take her to a safe place.

In Asgard, Revna was helping Thrud with a task Thor requested, then suddenly Atreus appears and tried to convince Revna that Asgard isn’t a safe place for her and that he can help her. But she denies, then Atreus puts her over his shoulder and run away with her, of course with Thrud going after them, and Atreus opens a portal to go somewhere else, leaving Thrud behind.

In this new place, Atreus tries to explain that he only want to protect her just like he wants for his brother. Obviously Revna gets angry and attacks him, but before she couldn run, he angrily grabs her and he ties her hands around a tree.

Then basically after that he makes a bonfire and starts to talk to with her about Björn while Revna tries to free herself from the ropes xD

(Sitting on a boulder) Are you alright? That was quite the fall. Let's see what treat we have this time. (Reads the ask and smiles) Atreus. Atreus. Atreus. You will never learn. Let the words weave together.

It is said - keep your friends close and your enemies closer; Atreus thought he was doing that in regards to the All-Father - Odin - but it would seem that the old man was one step ahead of him and his group of resistance. Atreus looked at the fire with unbelieving eyes - Odin was disguised as Tyr and killed Brok; he was manipulating and using them this whole time and none of them were able to see it but now, Atreus saw everything. Odin wasn't to be trusted - not after what he did - and then a familiar person came to his mind.

Revna, the girl in Asgard that reminded him of Björn for some reason that he still wasn't able to depict. Her long dark brown hair and golden eyes looked so much like Björn that he began seeing her as a potential sister and as her brother, Atreus needed to save her from Odin before she ended up hurt or worse, killed.

H needed to save her now, but first, he needed to find her; hopefully, she wasn't in Asgard.

[Helheim]

"Remind me again, why did Father want us to come to Helheim? Garm isn't here anymore, something Loki and his father did to him." Thrud as she looked around the ruined landscape.

"There some kind of lore here that the All-Father wants and he wanted us to get it. If I knew what kind of lore he was after, I could have told him but he wanted it from the original source."Revna said as she looked through one of the chests that was cluttered with stuff - weapons, armor pieces, and other things, what kind of lore would the All-Father want in a place like this?

"Well, do you know what kind of book or scroll the All-Father is after?" Thrud asked.

"Something about the history of the Jotunn, anything that could help him understand the mask and that rift in his office. Hey, I found something!" Revna pulled out a book and read the title out, "The History of Jotunn Artifacts. This could be what the All-Father could be looking for." Revna smiled as she looked at Thrud, who chuckled and gave Revna a thumbs up when suddenly a gateway opened; making the girls on edge. Thrud reached for her swords and stared at the gateway when a familiar face walked out of the gateway.

"Loki? What are you doing here?" Revna asked as her eyes narrowed at the Jotunn but Loki just walked up to Revna and grabbed her wrist.

"Come with me, Revna, you're not safe in Asgard. The All-Father is a manipulating bastard who kills innocent people. I can take you somewhere safe." Loki said as he pulled on Revna's wrist to get him to come with him but she just snatched her arm away from him.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Loki. I'm perfectly fine with Thrud and her family. I don't know what happened with you and the All-Father but that has nothing to do with us. Now, leave before we take you down and take your mask back to the All-Father." Revna said in a warning tone of voice.

Loki looked at Revna then looked at Thrud - who was ready to strike at him with her swords - but quicker than lightning, Loki grabbed Revna by her arm and yanked her forward before dipping; placing her over his shoulder before booking it in the direction of the gateway. Thrud chased after him but he was in the gateway door and it closed before disappearing before Thrud could get inside.

"Revna!" Thrud cried as she looked around for anywhere they could have teleported. Revna was gone and Loki had her; this was not good. Did he find out that Revna was actually Björn in a female body? That's not possible...right?

[Meanwhile - In Midgard]

"Get your hands off me, Jotunn!" Revna yelled as she struggled in Loki's grip as he walked into the cabin with her still over his shoulder, once he managed to close the door, he placed her down and stepped away from her.

"Calm down, Revna, I'm not going to hurt you. Odin is evil and I just want to protect you...just like I want to protect my brother. Do you know him? His name is Björn the Great Bear." Loki asked her but she just glared at her.

"No! I'm not family with your brother and I don't want to know him! I just wanted you to leave me the hell alone!" Revna said as she punched Loki in his nose, making him fall to the ground on his backside before she turned and began to walk in the direction of the door but she was suddenly knocked on the ground, and her hands were placed behind her back as rope found themselves around her wrists and tied rather tightly. She struggled against her binds as she was picked up and placed on a bed across from another bed where Loki exhaled as he took a seat.

"I'm sorry about that, Revna, but I can't let you return to Asgard; Odin is up to no good and you need to be protected, just like Björn. You know, you remind me a lot of my brother, he was stubborn just like you, he never understood that he was meant to be protected and loved instead of becoming a warrior but he decided to defy his father and train under some bad people, like Freya's son - Baldur - and Thor's Sons - Magni and Modi." Loki went on and on about his brother while Revna used her hidden blade to slowly cut the ropes.

"So, you are obsessed with your brother because he wanted to be a warrior but you and your father didn't want him to be one so you tried to keep him weak? Yeah, model Father and brother right there." Revna said as she rolled her eyes.

"You just don't understand, just like Björn didn't understand, you both are meant to be protected not fighting battles or getting yourselves in dangerous situations. I'm going to find him and bring him home, then I am going to protect both of you because no one messes with a Jotunn's Sibling." Loki said with locked teeth and narrowed eyes; almost like a snarl.

"What does that have to do with me? I'm not your sister." Revna protested.

"You will be." Loki smirked at the girl before him. Revna now had another reason to stay away from Loki when she was back to normal as the bear.

#god of war ragnarok #thrud #atreus #female reader/revna #the might bear au

[bedtimegiraffe]

Putting Aerin Back in Book 2 Mini Fics

I'm fascinated by the idea of Aerin not leaving, but not enough to transcribe and modify like 8 chapters. So here are some highlights of how I think it would go if Aerin had somehow decided to stick around. Including Nia yelling at his ass like she deserves!

All sections except for first two stand on their own pretty easily, so if you just want to skip ahead to a scene you're thinking about, I'm not gonna tell you no.

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Chapter 9

Zaradun Prison Cell

You're still trying to find a way out of your incredibly unfair imprisonment when an unfamiliar voice speaks up in the dark. "You're not from around here, huh?" You peer through the dim lighting and find a young dwarven woman reclining on the floor of the cell across from yours. Her eyes glow like the woman in the market's, framing her confident smile. Aerin smirks at her. "Whatever gave us away?" The woman gives a daring smile back. "You develop a sense for these things. Gotta say, I didn't expect to have any company tonight. It's refreshing. I'm Cherta, by the way." "I'm Raine, and these are my friends Tyril, Nia, Mal, Imtura, and Aerin." You catch the way Aerin's head turns toward you, his eyes wide. But his expression is neutral again before you can comment and Cherta continues on. "Well, Raine and friends, what are you in for?"

Chapter 10

Zaradun Crypts

As you all make your way through a thankfully undead-free section of hallway, Aerin turns to you with a teasing smile. "It seems I skipped right past 'acquaintance.' Or was it simply becoming too much of a hassle to introduce me separately?" Despite his tone, you can tell there's a real question under there. (Friendly Route) You smile at him. "Why so surprised? You've kept not betraying us. And you always struck me as ambitious. I can't see you settling for less than 'friend.'" Aerin smirks. "Ah yes, the ambition that has served us all so well." "You won't settle when things could be better. That's a good thing. We're trying to save the world here, Aerin." His smile turns somewhat genuine at that as he looks away. "I suppose I can take your word for it. You have done quite well for yourself, after all." (Romance Route) You lean in, smiling seductively as you run a finger across his jaw. "I think we're well past 'acquaintances.' Give me another performance like you did at the festival and we'll see what other titles you can work your way up to." Aerin shivers slightly, looking at you hungrily despite the faint blush rising in his cheeks. "Well if that's all it takes… I do believe I have some rather good ideas for how to further impress our indominable leader, when next they have time for me." "I think I can spare a little time now." You lean forward eagerly and press your lips to his. Aerin tangles his hands in your hair as his tongue brushes into your mouth. But far too soon, he pulls away. You pout at him. "What, that's all I get?" "Raine, we are in the middle of a haunted crypt." You grin at him. "Such lofty standards, your highness." Aerin laughs fondly, shaking his head.

Zaradun

As the group discusses if you should let Cherta go off on her own, Aerin subtly motions you aside. You follow him a short distance away before he turns to you with concern. “Raine, this may not be a good idea.” "You don't think we can trust her?" "Whether she is being honest with us about her intentions may not matter." Aerin lets out a shaky exhale, his eyes not quite meeting yours. "It’s… Cherta is desperate and about to use a very powerful magical artifact. Surely you can understand why that might be a disastrous combination.” You nod slowly, thinking back to last year. "Maybe I should go with her." Aerin looks relieved. “That seems like a wise idea.”

Chapter 11

Zaradun Temple

Tyril hasn’t relented at all, still glaring furiously at the dwarven elder. "We have seen the corruption Shadow magic has caused, among the Shadow Court and those they influenced." You try to soften Tyril's approach a little, though it doesn't seem like that's going to work. "We were warned that Zaradun had fallen to the same corruption." Elder Radimir regards you calmly. "Were you now? Do I appear corrupted, child?" Nia speaks up next. "I don't sense anything wrong with him. To be honest, I haven't sensed any Shadow corruption since we got here." Tyril gestures angrily. "There are ways to hide it. We saw that much with Aerin." Aerin stands his ground, clearly suppressing frustration. "Have you considered that they may not be corrupted? That there is some possibility things are a bit more nuanced than you were taught?" Aerin's got a point. "You said Shadow corruption was reversible, right?" He nods at you with certainty. "It is." Tyril turns on Aerin, rage still plain on his face. "But you can't tell us how." Aerin takes a deep breath before meeting Tyril's gaze. "Knowing what happened and being able to convey it are different." Tyril snarls. "How convenient." Aerin looks away at that, something brittle in his gaze as he seems to struggle with himself. When he doesn’t respond, you jump in instead. "If Aerin’s not ready to talk about it, we have to respect that.” Tyril looks at you for a moment before turning back on the dwarven elder. "And what about siphoning the Light from the prisoners to power your city's torches? How can you defend that?"

Chapter 12

Shadow Realm

Now that Valax is restrained, your party turns its attention to Nia's Shadow form. Mal looks at her in shock. "What the hells happened to Nia?" Before you can speak, Tyril takes an angry step forward, his sword still drawn. "It seems the Dreadlord has possessed her again." Aerin stares at Nia in horror, his face pale. "No. No, the Dreadlord is dead. But she is-" Nia interrupts him. "At least one of you can think straight." Imtura raises her axes. "You won't take her from us. Not again!" Then she charges! You and Aerin both throw yourselves in front of Nia. "Wait, wait!" "Stop!" Tyril doesn't relent, his tone commanding. "Both of you, get out of the way. We must deal with this!" Aerin turns to him, hands still raised. "Tyril, I can't imagine my word means much to you, but I understand corruption and the Dreadlord's influence very well. Nia is corrupted but she is still on your side." You immediately back him up. "It's just some lingering magic left over from the Dreadlord. Being in the Shadow Realm triggers it. It's still her, I promise."

Ironbreach

As you look up from your task to see how everyone else is doing fixing up Ironbreach, you spot Aerin staring at Nia as she stands off to the side, arms crossed petulantly. After a long pause, Aerin strides over to get her attention. “Nia?” She turns sharply to look at him, like he interrupted her doing something terribly important. “What?” “I wish to speak with you. About your corruption.” Nia practically growls at him in response. “Are you finally going to admit it's your fault? That all of this is your fault? That you dragged me crying and begging to the damn Dreadlord until Raine had to kill me?!" Despite the fury and Shadow radiating off of Nia, Aerin doesn't look scared of her. Just... sad. "I'm sorry, Nia. For everything I did. You're right. All of this started with me. And I am doing everything in my power to fix it, but... I know it may never be enough." The Nia you know would reassure him. Genuinely comfort Aerin that the trying is what matters and he can choose to be different. But this... is not that Nia. She leans in, snarling up at him. "Do you know what it's like to die, Aerin?" He flinches at that, but she keeps going. "I couldn't stop you then. But because of what you did to me, I'm not vulnerable anymore. I am not the weak one. So if you try to hurt me or anyone else, ever again, I will end you." The Shadow around Nia twists and flares as she speaks, reaching menacingly toward Aerin. His eyes flash with fear for a moment, but he doesn't move away. "I understand. But you should know that when I say you have always been strong, I am not speaking metaphorically. Of your character or your heart. The Dreadlord did not want me to take you because you were kind or trusting or vulnerable. It was because you were one of the most powerful magic users he'd ever seen." Nia looks surprised by that, the Shadow retreating slightly as she tries to judge if Aerin is telling the truth. "...Really?" He looks back at her intensely. "Yes. He was frightened of what you'd be if he couldn't control you. Of what you could do with Shadow if you chose. Just..." Aerin's face falls, his posture resigned and vulnerable, like there's an invisible weight on him that he can never put down. "I know this is impossible to ask. But try not to lose control of yourself. Hold tightly to what it is you truly care about, because if you don't... Well, I would hate to see you in my position. You don't deserve that." Nia looks at him for a long moment. "I am not some selfish idiot who thinks he knows better than everyone else. I've trained to use magic my whole life. So stay out of my way." Then she walks off. Aerin sighs, running a hand through his hair. He looks after her with concern for a moment before walking back toward Ironbreach's small garden.

Chapter 15

At Sea

Aerin is standing awkwardly near the back of the ship, like he can't shake the feeling he's in someone's way, when Nia approaches him pensively. “I want to apologize for what happened in the Shadow-” Aerin puts a hand up. “Nia, you really don’t have to. Certainly not to me.” She shakes her head. “I was cruel to you and you don't deserve that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean those things." Aerin gives her a searching look. "Really? You haven't been waiting over a year to say all that?" "I... No, I don't feel that way." Nia looks down. "Because nothing you said was wrong. I played a significant part in starting all of this. And you have suffered from my selfish mistake more than anyone else. You have every right to be angry with me." Nia's voice is small when she responds. "I hate how good it felt to be angry.” Aerin nods sympathetically. “I know.” “I’m sorry, Aerin. You tried to warn me but I lost control and people got hurt, just like you said." Aerin pauses to think for a moment. "You also bound Valax to Raine. If you hadn't..." A haunted look flashes across Aerin's face before he can return to his usual wry mask. "Well, I am certainly not a strong enough swimmer to think I could have done any good diving in after Raine during that storm." Nia nods slowly, conflict still clear on her face. Neither moves to speak again, the moment fading into almost comfortable silence. Then Nia brings her hand up toward a gash on Aerin's arm. "You don't have to-" She smiles slightly, Light glowing brilliantly at her fingertips. "I want to." "…Thank you." "You're welcome."

Chapter 17

Whitetower Palace

Allies recruited, you find yourself back in the palace with the rest of your party, meeting with King Arlan. After confirming that you will have the support of Whitetower's armies, he looks Aerin over coldly. "When you asked that I release the prisoner, I did not anticipate you would bring him back." He has a faint look of disgust. You look at the king in confusion. "Why wouldn't we bring him back?" The king's response is matter of fact. "Surely you've realized the reality of the situation by now. The boy is quite useless without his brother. I assumed he would be eaten by some wild creature within a day or two." The king sounds almost... disappointed that Aerin is still here. Mal snarls under his breath. "So much for the 'Gentle King.'" Annoyance or concern flickers across your friend’s faces. Except Aerin. He just looks directly at his father, a perfectly neutral expression on his face. When he speaks, his tone is unquestionably polite, but you can hear the sarcastic bite under the surface. "Indeed, however would I have survived this long without the support of my generous and loving family?" The king turns on Aerin with a slight grimace, but Nia jumps in smoothly with a distraction. "Your Majesty, you must warn your forces that the enemy will be using a lot of Shadow Magic. The Temple will heal all we can, but..."

Whitetower Encampment

A small campfire flickers just beyond the treeline, and you're shocked to find Aerin and Willow with only a few other goblins. "Willow, where is everyone else? Did something happen?" They look at you sadly. "A toxin poisons our roots. Sourceless. Unknown. Many wither, too weak for a journey." Aerin looks at you, somewhat exasperated, like he's been trying to solve a puzzle with a missing piece for days. "It doesn't make any sense. The Deadwood is far less habitable than the Whimsywood in general, but nothing else is affected. Their trees are fine, as are the remaining flora. The goblins are so heavily tied into their environment, I don't understand why they would be singled out." Willow looks at Aerin with a sad small smile before turning back to you. "It seeps deeper each day, even in those who have come. But you are friends of the forest. We shall stand beside you." You give the goblins what help you can before continuing. "Just try not to overexert yourselves. Once the battle is over, we can look into what's making you all sick. I'm sure Aerin can help." Willow smiles brightly at you. "The spring of your kindness still flows strong as a river, Raine. And yours, Aerin." But Aerin looks sad. "Of course, I would love to help. But... I do have something of a prior obligation." Right, he's technically your prisoner. But... "You know, I imagine the battle will be pretty chaotic. Maybe we'll just... lose track of you." Aerin looks at you in shock, like he's sure he misheard you. "What?" You look at him seriously. "Aerin. No one benefits from you being locked away. You can do a lot of good in the world. You just need a chance to do it." He scans your face intensely before a smile grows on his face. "I certainly hope so."

(Romance Route) As you walk back toward the tents, Aerin calls out to stop you. "Raine, wait a moment." He quickly catches up, before turning his serious gaze on you. "I want to thank you." You smile at him. "Aerin, not sending you back to a cell is really not that big of an ask. Especially considering that it might be the end of the world." He smiles back fondly. "I am grateful for that, but I meant something else. You changed me, Raine. You and your friends." His cheeks flush suddenly, and he looks at the ground. "I spent so much of my life chasing power, and all it ever brought me was pain and bitterness. I know I still have a lot of work to do to even try to make up for the wrong of my past, but... I have been thinking a great deal about... us." The way he says the word fills your chest with warmth. "Us?" Aerin finally meets your eyes again. "Yes. I know there are a thousand things that require your attention and it's selfish of me to ask for more of your time. But if you would like, when the camp is quiet... Come see me. Please." He looks at you with intense longing. Like part of him is certain you'll say no, but he desperately hopes you won't. You reach out, taking Aerin's hand with a smile. "For you... I'll make time."

#If anyone does other versions of these scenes or scenes they think I missed I would LOOOOOVE to see it! #I tried to worm it into canon as well as I could- including keeping a lot of existing writing in place #Some remixing of dialogue other places in the story and some of my own #Really hoping the way I've incorporated the facial expressions you'd get visually in game isn't too awkward #I was stuck on the Nia/Aerin confrontation until I remember Katara's 'You screw up one more time and you're dead' moment with Zuko in ATLA #Then it got much easier! #This'll go on AO3 eventually #fanfic #choices bolas 2 #choices bolas #blades of light and shadow book 2 #blades of light and shadow #aerin valleros #aerin valleros x mc #aerin x mc #nia ellarious #tyril starfury #imtura tal kaelen #mal volari #bolas mc

[ageless-aislynn]

Ok your turn for a top 5, let’s make it fun. Top 5 Pablo Scrieber scenes and the wine you’d find most appropriate to go with said scene.

Hee, this is definitely a fun one, thanks! 😎👍 I should mention this is all going to be Halo-related because I don't have any thing other of his that I've already made into GIFs so... 🤷‍♀️😉

All right, here we go, counting down to number one!

5 - Halo 1x01 This was a great way to bring Chief in, IMO! I mean, what is more Chief-like than falling out of the sky into the middle of some enemies, right? At the time, I only knew the games vaguely but, even still, I thought the suit looked AWESOME here. And now that I do know the games... I still think it looks awesome, what can I say?

I would pair this lovely opening scene with a Classic Coke Zero because... Chief is a classic! 😎👍

4 - Halo 1x04 Oh man, this one hits me in the feels every time. I love how you see all of these emotions go through him: curiosity, longing, confusion, ending with him looking away and pulling some resolve back around himself. Because he's feeling this want to be loved, to have someone to laugh with, to care about and who'll care about him, and he doesn't know what to do with that. It doesn't fit a lifetime of Spartan training. He's not supposed to want those things, he's not even supposed to think about those things. But now he is and nothing is going to be the same ever again.

I would pair this with a cup of Maxwell House Chai Latte because it's coffee... but it's tea. But it's coffee and tea. And it's confusing but... I like it. 😂😉

3 - Halo 1x04 I love that we finally get to see a reserved playfulness between them! Plus, him reference that line that Kwan told him serves to both show that he's learning, he understands why she said that to him, but it also was a way to link Kwan back to all of this time away from her. I know it would've been difficult to keep them involved with each other after they separated but it would've done a lot to make her story feel more necessary if that link between them would've been somehow strengthened instead of just vanishing. I mean, a couple of quick calls? Something to let them talk and connect? I dunno. There wasn't really time in his plot, I know but it would've gone a long way if they could've found a way, IMO. 🤷‍♀️

I would pair this scene with a Dr Pepper Cream Soda Zero, because it's light, sweet and fizzy! 💖

2 - Halo 1x09 This entire scene, as he slowly realizes that he's going to have to cease to exist in order for Cortana to both save Silver Team and to recover the Artifact... It's just good. Not only are we seeing his trust in Cortana bloom at last but the thing that always gets me in this final moment, as he tells her that he trusts her, is the look on his face. He's not angry anymore, not railing against the events that have brought him to this point, not raging against what Halsey did to him by implanting an AI into his brain with the intention of replacing him in his own body. No, he looks almost peaceful, resolved. He's ready to accept his fate, whatever it may be. *clutches him to my fangirly heart*

I would pair this with a nice cup of Oolong tea, my favorite kind. 🍵

Honorable mention:

Halo 1x06 Now, this isn't for the obvious reasons, I promise, lol! He looks and sounds like he's dying in this scene and yet NOBODY checks on him? That bugged me so much that I wrote a one-shot fic about it. It was originally going to make use of an OC but I made a last minute decision to redo it as a Reader fic instead. And that was "15 Minutes" which became one of the most favorite things I've ever written (and spun off a series, also featuring "Recreation" a Kai x Male!Reader fic, both still on-going).

I would pair this scene with a cup of delicious Folgers Mocha Chocolate Flavored Cappuccino ☕ in gratitude for all it ended up giving me. 😉

Annnnd *drum-roll* for our winner, winner, chicken dinner!

1 - Halo 1x06 Since I had this one in video form, I had to go ahead and include it like this. MANNNN, this scene! Everybody here was acting their butts off, IMO. Halsey went from surprised to stern to absolutely terrified over the course of the scene. I really wasn't sure at the time if Cortana could have forced him to open the door or if she was playing the odds that he wouldn't let Halsey die. 🤷‍♀️👀 And John was genuinely scary here. His anger is clearly burning under an icy resolve and, again, I wasn't sure up until that last second if he was legit going to let her die. I mean, unless they were going to turn Chief into a straight-up murderer, then I knew he wouldn't, but dannnng, I can't think of much else that would be scarier than a Spartan looking at you with such hatred and contempt. 😱😱😱

I would pair this scene with the tears of Chief's enemies because they would be overflowing and plentiful. 👀😳😉

And there we have it! Thanks again! 😎👍

#halo #halo the series #halo paramount+ #master chief #john-117 #pablo schreiber #top 5 scenes #ask game #thank you! #mrtobenamedlater #ageless aislynn

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Ch 29: Under

looking like they just won a game show. Enjoy that Corolla, kids!!

Latla whistles for an orca that comes to save her and Rip with its ginormous tongue (another event Chikara will be describing to his therapist someday). We see down it's throat to assure us that, yes, this is a living biological whale and not a secret base disguised as a whale. Very likely to be an UMA, especially since it has too many eyes. I'll bet Latla really hates how it smells inside the mouth.

She tells Fuuko to save her questions for Rip, who definitely isn't gonna die from the hole Andy put straight through his heart, which raises some questions.

And then Fuuko finally says what we've all been wanting to say:

Right? Her hair is a really cute detail. Obviously, the meta reason is that it covers her up, but it also expands the range of her ability.

Plus, it's probably hard to find a way to cut it. Lasers? Chewing it off?

Andy says that his regeneration is coming back, so Rip's ability must have been deactivated. He didn't say Rip is dead though, and Latla said he won't die, either. What's up with that?

Andy reviews how the team worked together and allowed him to take out Rip with his Crimson Bullet. The team decides to keep Chikara's existence a secret from the Union (which I'm really surprised Tatiana agreed to??) and he can decide if he wants to join after a week of normal life.

The week passes instantly, and we see Andy and Fuuko waiting outside of Chikara's school.

I need to get this off my chest. Chikara's friend has big crazy eye vibes. Is this child OK? Too much caffeine? Extra neurotypical? Supposed to be American? Possible UMA This might be a me problem.

Or maybe this kid has Unmove too, bc looking at him chills me to my very soul. Aright, enough about the kid (for now). I'm watching him, though.

And chibi Rip shows up! He still has on the Blade Runner artifact, and he doesn't even have a scar from where Andy shot him.

Rip's got his hands in his pockets and is hardly even looking at them while he talks. He even starts to say that he'd come bearing gifts! It's like he has no idea why they might still be mad at him, and he let all his defenses down.

But both Fuuko and Andy let him know right away that the fight's not over.

Just standing outside the school, punching children.

Rip is so unlike the other characters we've met.

"You're mad at me for stabbing the girl, right?" <- Yes, duh. It almost sounds like he's talking himself through it. "Why are they mad at me? Oh maybe this reason..."

Did he not expect them to be mad? Well, no, not really, because he's not mad, so in his mind, they shouldn't be either.

Next, he minimizes the fact that Fuuko could've died. Saying "my bad" is for when you accidentally stepped on someone's shoe, not when you attacked them and their friends.

Next, he removes himself further from responsibility by blaming Fuuko for jumping in front of Chikara. It's still his knife that he threw! And besides, if she hadn't stepped in and the knife had killed Chikara, would he still not understand why they're mad at him?

But Andy has him by the collar right now, and as far as we know, Rip is unarmed. He has no idea what they'll do next. He tries to smooth things over by apologizing to Fuuko. "How's the wound? All right, I hope?"

The apology catches Fuuko off guard: "Huh? Uh, yeah. Mr. Ni- Err... I mean, a nice doctor patched me up."

"Ah, Gotcha! Good to hear! Sorry about that!" What?? Is it really so easy for Rip to just flipflop friends and enemies all the time like that?

And since he feels that he's smoothed everything over with Fuuko, Rip continues explaining why he's come.

I think this is the 4th artifact we've seen: Apocalypse, Nyoi Kinko Staff, Blade Runner, and this gun, which causes terrible visions the first time it's held.

Rip says that the image is of God. If that's true, then this is a damn terrifying God. There's also these fire beings doing most of the work while God just looms there.

But there's more! Rip says that the goal of his group is to rule the world in the years prior to the end of the world. Very Mad Max of him.

Then he adds something cryptic:

He finally gives a name to the Negator Hunters: UNDER

I'm a little concerned about putting Rip in charge of deciding what's fair...

He again offers Fuuko and Andy spots in Under, but they decline. He leaves, and poor Chikara walks up in time to hear the end of their conversation.

Masterpost

#overreading undead unluck #undead unluck #undead unluck spoilers

[sakialumei]

The Forbidden Text

After giving Astarion the cursed book of necromancy, Lilith notices something... amiss

This is going to end badly, I just know it...

"...can you-- ugh! Can you shut up and let me read?" Lilith had approached him when she saw that he had opened the book, but she was stunned into silence from his remark. Her eyes glanced down, seeing the text on the pages glow a sinister purple. Closing her slacking jaw, she sucked in her bottom lip to wait for him. Then, rising from the pages, she could see tendrils forming and lurching towards him, an ominous humming ringing in her ears. "No, I won't do it! I won't kill them! Well--" He smirked, "--maybe Shadowheart... no!" The book was overpowering Astarion. "Stop that! Stop it! Let! Me! Go!" And he slammed it shut, catching his breath. It was only then that he noticed her standing there. "Oh." He held up a hand. "Hello."

Lilith could only gawk, shock coloring her eyes as her jaw dropped again, an expression unbecoming of a proper lady.

"Okay, that's it." She held out her hand. "Give me the book."

"No!" He pulled it away, but that did not stop her from lunging forward in a feeble attempt to swipe it. "Lilith--" he warned as she tried it again, chasing him.

"Give--me-- that--Astarion!" For a few moments, they carried on this circus of keep away, him holding it out of reach and her doing the most she could. "Aha!" Her hands found purchase and she yanked it towards herself. "Thank you--mmgh!" Astarion seized her in a deep kiss, his tongue rolling against her bottom lip. "Mmm..." It was all too easy to let her guard drop and as her grip on the book slackened, he swiped it right back and broke off the kiss.

"Thank you, my dear." He took a few steps back, holding it behind him.

"Th-that's cheating!" she said, clearly flustered.

"Darling, you should know by now that I am not above cheating to get what I want." He smirked. "Besides, I'm saving you from the torture that is this book."

"Yes, I saw, why do you think I'm trying to get it away from you?" She crossed her arms under her chest. "What is so important that you're risking... all of that?" His fingers gripped its bindings.

"This is a book of necromancy, of the dead. There has to be something in here that will give me an edge over Cazador." Right, that's what this was about. Lilith inhaled to calm herself, exhaling and dropping her arms to her side. "But the spirits invade my mind every time I open it."

"So they're speaking to you telepathically?" she asked, taking a step forward.

"Yes, I suppose."

"Mm. There are spells and artifacts that can block that, you know." She pointed to her temple. "Not that our tadpoles make anything easier. But I'm willing to bet something like a Ring of Mind Shielding will shut them up. Then you can read it without intrusive thoughts." A soft chuckle escaped him as he rested his palm on her cheek.

"Ever such a sweetheart. And a clever one at that." He ran his thumb over her soft skin before dropping his hand to his side. "And, I suppose if it doesn't work, I could always beat Cazador to death with it."

"There's some poetic irony in there, beating a vampire lord to death with a book of necromancy," she said, punctuating her words with a brief laugh. "Ooh, even better. We'll cast Daylight on it first, then let the beating commence." Even Astarion got a chuckle out of that one, the image of beating the bastard to a bloody pulp with a shining beacon of necromancy that burned his face with every swing.

"You're right, that is much better." Lilith took a step away from him.

"Then it's a plan." She took another, pointing to him. "But no more reading! Not until we find protection."

"Fine." Not that he really minded taking orders from her anyway. "As you wish, darling."

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