#the dark knight and the boy scout

[pleckthaniel]

things I have successfully gaslit myself into liking:

ham

beer

#scout talks #when i was tripping on shrooms #i became untethered from the timestream #and some of the past lives i experienced were #an old irish fisherman standing round a fire in a trashcan outside the pub on a dark cold night with his mates #a medieval knight on a quest during a quiet moment on the journey when his team is camping in the woods #a frat boy of indeterminate time period (somewhere in 1989-2009) #all of these people liked beer #and now i do too

[hoony2k]

BLOSSOM WITH YOU

"WILL YOU PLEASE GET DOWN FROM THERE?"

SUMMARY: Curiosity gifts you with more than what you bargained for and it's up to your knight to change his scout boy ways to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and place them back together.

PAIRING- Knight! lee heeseung x reader

GENRE- fluff, angst with comfort, period drama!, royalty au!, friends to lovers au!

WARNINGS- tears, heeseung is love sick, mentions of familial neglect.

WORD COUNT- 2193 words

NOTE- hi i'm still unsure whether or not I like the current formatting and I doubt I will ever settle. (formally) my first oneshot let's go!!

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Being the youngest out of three prominent siblings was all you had been ever since birth. The eldest two sons fought for the throne and the third would busy herself with matters of the court. All your efforts to be like them, to be seen, to be regarded as important were discouraged, for you were "too young" and "naïve" to comprehend the cruelty of the real world that your family tried to shield you from.

Sometimes you would wonder how their life would be had your mother died before birthing you. Would there be a drastic change? However, unfortunately, the queen gave birth and then retired from all her royal and motherly duties of love and nurture, leaving you to the care of ladies in waiting while she pursued her true dream to travel the world. Sometimes you hated her for leaving you alone with no hesitance. Sometimes you hated yourself for disliking the woman for doing what gave her joy. Sometimes you wish you found what gave you joy.

Lee Heeseung.

A knight assigned to protect you and quite literally a knight in shining armour because he salvaged you from your dark past. Heeseung was your closest friend, even if he complained about blurring the lines between duty and friendship, you did not care because Heeseung saw you. He saw you, unlike your true blood relatives.

"Will you please get down from there?", the young man questioned once more.

You granted him silence from where you sat, perched between two branches of a willow tree in the lavish royal garden. The hems of your dress were drenched in mud water, your shoes ragged and your pristine white leggings were stained brown. The branch was not at all comfortable like your cushioned bed but it had to do. Ever since you met Heeseung, this was the first time you truly wanted to be alone.

Though, he could not allow that because he was ordered to be with you at all times. Stationed outside your bedroom door at night and morning, checking the temperature of your bath and waiting outside the bathroom while trusted women bathed you, then he would be taste-testing your food when you visited the city- all of these things were listed in his job description as your knight.

But as your friend, there was no way he could leave you in this feral condition. His heart clenched when he observed the small scratches on your hands, a product of your past actions of poorly, yet succeeding, in climbing the tree. A thin sheen of water laced your pretty eyes and clung to your lashes whenever you blinked. The urge to wipe your tears away with his thumb and cradle your face made Heeseung swallow cotton because, no, there was no way he could do that. Threading the line of duty and friendship was already nerve-wracking enough, he could never allow himself to imagine himself with you.

"If it is to your comfort…may I join you?" Heeseung finally spoke.

Like a heartbroken child, you kicked your feet in the air and stomped in anger.

"I want to be left alone," your response was harsh but your tone was softer than a petal. The last thing you wanted was to let your impulse hurt the one person who truly adored you. Fortunately, it did nothing to steer Heeseung's ambition.

"I am here for you, as a friend".

The sincerity in his voice made you pause your actions. You leaned to see his face. He gazed up at you like you were a twinkling star far out of reach.

You nodded slowly.

He understood you and as humiliating as it was, Heeseung climbed the tree within minutes. It had taken you a massive amount of time during which you struggled and slipped and scratched yourself.

He was warm by your side, his pristine uniform was wrinkled yet spotless, unlike your attire.

The anger fuelled inside your heart slowly dimmed and all you were left with was stuck in a puddle of shame.

You sniffed and wiped a tear that escaped without permission.

"Did you overhear them as well?"

Despite your efforts, your voice wavered. Heeseung's heart shattered into tiny fragments. He wanted to ease your burden but he could not bear lying to you.

It was his turn to be ashamed. Neither of the two could face one another so he mimicked you and hardened his gaze on his hands, slack in his lap.

"Yes."

You let out a tiny whimper and he wanted to fling himself off the tree and fall on his head so all the memories thirty minutes prior would be forgotten but refrained from doing so. He sat quietly and waited for you to process everything.

Heeseung had never experienced the heartbreak you had currently undergone. His family life was simple and plain. Born to farmers who had great expectations for their son who was chosen by the royal knights to safeguard you after he completed his courses and missions successfully, came first in everything.

You, on the other hand, had a more nuanced life that only weighed on your soul. An hour or so ago, he saw you enter the kitchen halls for a bite but you had hesitated at the entrance, enamoured by the discussion taking place inside. He peeked between the large ajar doors and eavesdropped with you- then he regretted it.

Heeseung had tried to pull you away but you had inherited your stubborn qualities from Her Highness. You had paid no heed to his gentle grip on your sleeve and continuous tugging.

The domestic workers spoke of your birth as if it were a mere campfire story meant to entertain the new staff. It made him sick. It made you realise you knew nothing of your family. They were strangers to you.

"The queen was willing to give it up for adoption, but the court said it would tarnish the royal's reputation," the head of staff retold, " I think they wanted another son."

An elder chef scoffed, "They didn't want any child at all! The doctor was my uncle and he said the queen never wanted a child. She was going to…get rid of it. That's why she's now travelling. She doesn't want anything to do with that stupid brat-"

Your ears felt a sudden cradle of warmth that muffled her voice. Gently, someone pulled you away from the doors with small baby steps. You turned to the culprit and were met with Heeseung's wide eyes that had pools of worry and anxiety in them.

You choose to drown in those feelings. So you ran and ran until the staff and their conversation felt aeons away. Until the pain from rose bush thorns and low branches distracted you from the emotional agony. You ran until you reached a clearing and your lungs gave out, your forehead shone with sweat, your legs filthy with mud and grime, vision blurred. Until your exterior mirrored how you felt inside.

You ran until Heeseung caught up with you and begged you to stop.

You rubbed your nose harshly. With gentle hands, Heeseung grasped onto yours and slid his slender fingers to fit yours as if you two were crafted to complement each other.

"Do you think it's all true?"

You were grasping onto any silver lining. Any spark of hope that you were wanted, needed and loved. Oh, how much Heeseung desired and loved you- you had no idea. He had to keep his mouth shut, so he calculated his words as always.

"I have never been in Her Highness' presence long enough to acquaint myself with her, but I doubt there exists a mother who does not think about her child when she is away."

Your grip tightened.

"I don't believe every woman is meant to be a mother, Hee."

His heart clenched. You continued," I feel awful for her, but I desperately want a mother. I deserve a mother. Don't you think so?"

You turned your body to face him. An expression full of hope stared at him and Heeseung held the string of a guillotine over you. He swallowed thickly.

"I think every child deserves a mother who loves them. I also believe that…even if you are starved of motherly love…"

He trailed off, unable to meet your eyes, gaze trailed onto the grassy land and fields of tulips. You softly shook his hand to bring him back to the conversation, high off his words. Anything that could ground you from floating away with your sensibility, you needed it.

Heeseung pinched his eyes close and inhaled through his nose.

"I would ensure you are never starved of love if you let me into your heart. I will never be able to give you the love you desire because it is not in my ability to do so, but let me fulfil my duty to devote myself to you. Please accept the feelings I offer- as a man and a lover."

Heeseung was too afraid to view your reaction. Despite his trusted correct predictions of all your past reactions, for first Heeseung was unaware of what you might say or do. He knew his job was not threatened but your friendship was at stake.

His scattered thoughts were shunned away when he felt rough fingers paint his cheeks with their warmth. You held his face in his hands as if you were holding the most precious items, fear of breaking it was too much.

Your voice fluttered into his ears," Heeseung, please open your eyes."

A slave to your words, he followed yet he stared at the horizon where the sun descended to kiss the ground. In slow moments, you turned his head to look at you. Eye contact was inevitable.

Heeseung fell deep into your eyes and saw your soul bare and unstitched. He noticed the tremble in your lips and the minuscule furrow in your brows.

"Do you mean it?" Your voice was laced with poorly hidden desperation and hope.

Your hands moved along with his head as he nodded firmly. He placed his hand on top of yours, engulfing them in his larger palms.

"Always," he replied, voice firm as stone.

You refused to let go of him but a fit of giggles tumbled out of your mouth. Shoulders danced to the rhythm of your laughter until your eyes and brows crinkled in despair and your sudden wails filled the air.

Your grasp loosened so he placed both of his hands on yours and brought them to his lips for a sweet chaste kiss. His small kisses on your fingertips did not falter even as you cried and cried, basked in the golden rays of the sun.

Your head bowed forward to meet his chest, he wrapped his arms around your shaking shoulders like a shawl on a winter night.

"Oh, Heeseung!" You managed to cry out through the snot and tears. It must have been a rotten sight to someone else but Heeseung felt at ease now that you were finally vulnerable with him. Now that he was honest with you.

"I don't know what love truly is but I know for a certainty that my heart beats wildly when you are with me and my mind races in fear when you are not."

Although you weren't finished, Heeseung pulled you closer than ever and began littering your crown with kisses. Had anyone else seen, they'd faint in shock. Your bodies were moulded together, your entire frame was hugged by the knight, his slender fingers twirled your messy hair, and plucked a stray leaf out.

You heaved a heavy breath that burdened you for ages, shivering hands held the collars of his shirt like an anchor.

"You have changed my life and I want to bloom with you by my side."

It was Heeseung's turn to giggle. His hand was not enveloped in your locks and returned to caress your cheeks once more. Your eyes blinked the tears away but Heeseung's lovesick expression never changed. His touch was the fresh dew on grass in the early morning. His nose nudged your own, faces far too close to be inappropriate. You felt your face heat up at the thought. Heeseung ignored all rational thought and his heart threatened to break out of his ribcage from immense joy. He would make sure you were loved, he'd ensure you never had a single moment where you felt unwanted. He'd want you to relax from royal duties and come home to your bedroom where you were acknowledged and heard. He would do it all.

As Heeseung leaned upwards to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, you allowed your body to relax. It was a fact that once Heeseung had set his mind on something, he'd do anything to achieve it. Having the boy as your protector, companion and beloved, he was the perfect pillar of fortitude to support you and all your endeavours.

You gazed at your new lover and whispered," Thank you."

At your change in demeanour, gratitude and overall success of his new status, Heeseung smiled like he had never done before.

thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoyed.

please do not translate/copy/edit.

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[uselesssomebody]

could you maybe do poe comforting an overwhelmed reader by giving them his jacket to wear 🥺

𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟 - poe dameron x reader

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words || 𝟠.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which poe kinda makes the reader's life hell

a/n || 8,7k??? what is wrong with me

➵ nonnie you're gonna have to sift through like 8k words to get to the request but star wars fics need good world building

➵ yo send me moon knight requests or any oscar/pedro characters i'm banging them out right now

➵ not edited (yet)

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/angst

her tools fall out of her hand with a distinct clatter, as she rises from her haunches for the first time in about an hour. she runs a gentle finger over the the edge of the removed metal plate, examining her handiwork at re-configuring, and then bettering the main control center.

it’d looked like hell when she'd first seen it, just 10 minutes after the black squadron had returned to d'qar - after a particularly nasty run in with some tie-fighters after attempting to survey a first order base. though all the members had bore a part of the violence and destruction, he who bore the brunt of it was their oh so brave leader - poe dameron.

of course, his extreme courage, and never-ending headstrong-edness did enough to serve his position as the resistance's golden boy. on the other hand, though, that same bravery owed to her consecutive long nights.

see, no one thought about the little guy - dameron was probably basking in the praise he was receiving at the moment, while no one ever remembered that the only reason his shots were so good was because she'd tinkered with the weapons system until perfection. the only reason he could ever complete any of his complicated maneuvers was because she ensured his controls ran smoothly - never jamming - and that the wings of his starfighter weren't falling off. though that may seem like a base requirement of her job, she knew that wasn't an occasional fix; no, it was much closer to weekly.

it was dark on the surface of the base, and she was beside a measly lamp to finish her work. she lightly tapped against the metal on the outside of the x-wing, satisfied with the adjustments, and, when she finally stretches out her body, standing fully upright, she feels the quirk in her shoulder from the hunching, and the cramp of her forearms and palms at her meticulous but firm grip on her tools. she sighed deeply as her bleary eyes made her see spots.

she hears footsteps approach her, and she collects her items as her close friend and fellow mechanic rose comes up behind her.

"how's it going?" she hums discontentedly in response.

"i'm done, at least." it's not a great answer, but rose understands, a soft smile gracing her lips as she grabs the lamp, holding onto it to allow her friend to place her tools away.

rose's own x-wing was one of the new recruits, given a lesser brunt during missions and scouting. thus, she'd finished ensuring it was in the best shape ages ago. she'd decided to finish up some other things in the meanwhile, before doubling back to see her eternally overworked friend's progress.

"you wanna head back to the bunks?" she rubs her nose as she thinks about rose's question. as they begin leaving the flight deck, she can hear the light echo of people from afar.

"if you want to, don't wait up for me. i need a drink, though." she finally decides, not wanting to deprive her friend of sleep, but also knowing that she needed something to help her unwind from the busy day. rose simply shrugs, gesturing to the both of them making their way to the cantina.

as they enter, a decent amount of people are still milling about, though many look ready to begin wrapping up their nights. there's a empty table a ways away from the bar so, upon taking rose's request, she urges her friend to sit down as she heads to the bar.

the bartender's a lovely guy: a weequay called aid-zarg, that everyone just refers to as 'ay' or, if they're close, 'zarg'. he'd been a bit against the nicknames, but had eventually caved to them.

"ay - how're ya?" she slides into a stool in front of him, attempting conversation tentatively. he shrugs - his expression seems cold, though she knows that's just how his face is.

"alright. long night?" she smiles, but it's almost a grimace.

"something like that." she orders for her and rose, and patiently taps against the wood counter as he prepares them. when he finally slides them over, she gives him a nod of appreciation, and he returns it with a nod of acknowledgement, before she turns back to join rose.

rose glances at her as she slumps into her seat, looking half-ready to pass out.

"maybe you should talk to the general about your schedule. you're half-asleep all the time; that can't be good for a resistance member." rose takes a sip of her drink as she presents a solution to her friend's never-ending dilemma.

"i - i would, but it's not fair to assign extra work to anyone - everyone's got a specific part of the base to tend to, or a specific ship, or fighter, or whatever." she thought about her hesitance as she watched the slosh of her drink, "everyone else's already working, and i don't want to make it anyone else's baggage just 'cause my pilot has an ego the size of a death star." rose purses her lips to keep herself from laughing - not wanting to encourage her friend's catty commentary.

"how'd you end up getting assigned his, anyway?" rose mumbled. her friend laughed into her drink, slowly recanting the reason:

even before she'd come to d'qar, it was common knowledge amongst the mechanics that being assigned to fix up dameron's x-wing meant you'd lose out on a weeknight or two, if it was temporary, and your entire night life - if it was permanent.

so, when she'd arrived, and presented her previous qualifications as a mechanic on tatooine, many knew that she was at least experienced and, at most, very efficient.

so, almost as a rite of passage amongst the mechanics, she'd been assigned the dreaded ship. and she'd fixed it up in record time. at first, it was an achievement she wore like a medal, the surprised faces of the resident mechanics enough to make her beam at her skill, and her knowledge of its contribution to the resistance's efforts.

then, though, it became a permanent assignment. and, for a while, it was manageable. but then, the fights got tougher; the first orders weapons more destructive.

"and suddenly, i'm up at 1 on a work night." she finally concludes. rose, having known her since she arrived, was privy to her friend's sometimes tired, always slightly pent-up rants on any topic that aggravated her, so she waited patiently for tonight's, "it's just-" there it is, "he's so fucking - ugh - would it kill him to just follow the plan? to listen to his instructions, to not be so reckless and not go out of his way to get himself killed - no, fuck that actually - his plane destroyed? i don't know - i get it's important to be versatile, and brave, and whatever bullshit, but c'mon - every time? keeping me up every night?"

rose was sure she hadn't even stopped to breathe in that entire time, but she definitely paused her rant to take sips of her drink, which then spurred on the vent further. she contemplated maybe removing the drink from her hand, but figured that after her long evening, she deserved it, along with a listening ear.

she sighs deeply into her drink as she finishes her story, not exactly expecting an answer from rose, but happy that she could at least get it off her chest.

suddenly, she feels a firm hand on her shoulder, making her and rose squeak and whip their heads to the person. what they hadn't realized was the volume with which they were speaking, causing her eyes to widen as she realizes that the object of her annoyance stood behind her, a goading smile plastered over his - unfortunately - gorgeous face.

“yeah - that guy’s a pain in the ass!” he hisses sarcastically, as though in his group of friends, gossiping, “what’d you say he was again?” he hunches down, so his face is in line with hers. she tries to glance desperately at rose, but all she can make out is her brown overalls behind poe’s jaw. she swallows, but looks him in the eyes, an unwavering look on her face.

“i was saying that he’s reckless. and he’s the reason i’m having a drink - as opposed to, y’know, sleeping. what anyone should be doing this late.” her voice is clear, and she watches the confidence in his face falter for a moment. then, as quickly as it hesitated, his smile returned, rising back up to his full height. he pokes his tongue into his inner cheek, looking between the both of them.

“enjoy your drinks, ladies.” he says it with a shockingly non-confrontational tone, accompanied with a shrug. she feels her cheeks heat in embarrassment as he gives her a slight nod to her, before turning and heading in the direction of one of the newer recruits - frank? flynn? - as she turns back to her drink, eyes closed in humiliation.

finally, she glances up at rose, and sees the uncomfortable grimace mirrored on her face.

“please, please, can you not shout when you complain about someone?” she chastises and begs her friend in the same tone, telling her off for her borderline rude behavior, and for the subsequent awkwardness it caused her. it makes her laugh, as she nods, assuring her that she won't. as rose bemoans she situation, she smiles into the rim of her drink, trying not to think about the warmth that she felt.

she wasn't quite sure if it was still embarrassment, or something else.

as she and rose had finally decided they'd taken enough from the night, and were ready to pass out into the longest sleep they had time to muster, rose heads towards the exit while she rushes to the bar to bid adieu to aid, and to front over the cost of their drinks. the quiet bartender thought her to be funny, so prices were usually discounted, but what did confuse her was the shake of his head and the shrug he passed when she asked to be reminded of the prices.

"already paid for." her eyebrows quirk at the non-descriptive explanation, and she wonders who'd paid for them in the short time they'd sat in the cantina.

"huh? by who?" aid was never great at names, but even he couldn't forget her infamous donor.

"dameron."

the revelation muffled in her mind over the night, as she wondered what exactly had possessed the cocky pilot to pay for their drinks, especially after hearing her bad-mouth him.

perhaps, she figured, it was a gesture of good-will, to imply that her snarky comments did little to actually affect him. and, for a moment she thought it was sweet.

until she passed by him in that same cantina, surrounded by both the members of his squadron, as well as some others, recounting the story of how he'd narrowly ducked in and between the cliffs of some outer rim territory in order to avoid a gang of small-time pirates. he spoke animatedly of how he narrowly made it out from a 20 meter gap in the cliffs, though how, tragically, one of his wings had taken a brunt of impact.

she grimaced at the casualness of his words, and of the enraptured expressions of everyone else, only speaking in order to reiterate how truly amazing they thought he was.

of course she remembered that mission, as she'd spent a grueling 3 days fashioning a new wing tip to add to his starfighter before his next mission - pulling maybe a collective 3 hours of sleep over the 3 nights.

and, suddenly, his gesture seemed almost more of a mockery.

though she knew that he continued to leave her blood boiling, and thus attempted to avoid him as much as possible, he seemed to have a remarkably different idea, deciding that his prevalence as a topic of conversation of her yielded him permission to become the one she spoke to.

he'd greet her as he hopped off of his ship, whenever he passed the flight deck as she worked, and somehow always managed to walk past her just as she knew he was clocking out for the night, leaving her to work an additional few hours - at least - to rescue his overworked vehicle.

poe didn't believe that he was being malicious - not at all. after all, she had no idea how difficult his job was either, so what gave her the right to complain? she didn't know that the only reason he pulled off complicated maneuvers was to divert attention from less experienced recruits, or that the days of planning missions - just for many of them to fail - also left him exhausted, and owed to many of his own contemplative, long nights.

thus, a strange, very aggravating dance occurred between the both of them. she was stubborn - as stubborn as him - but, of course, she - rather stubbornly - would never believe it, owing neither to want to secede and create a more comfortable environment by discussing their issues or - and this was completely off the table - apologizing.

though, due to this, both of their friends were subject to suffer through their passing remarks, or the strange tension that seemed to follow the pair. as the days continued, rose found herself seeking out the amused eyes of finn - poe's good friend - as he took in the scene, smiling or laughing alongside him at the absurdity of their situation.

it was this growing familiarity between their friends, in fact, that had owed to her current lonely late night. the black and green squadrons were responsible for the destruction of a medium, but connected first order base in the mid rim. it was an unlikely victory - outnumbered by tie-fighters at least 2 or 3 to one, but the meticulous plan crafted by finn, poe and a few of the others, and green-lit by the general, had created it.

there was much celebration when they'd headed back - and that spirit soared through the entirety of the base, with everyone coming together to remember their primary goal: weakening the authoritative role of the first order. it had gone on late into the night, as she can still hear the loud, carrying voices from the cantina. she's headed in the opposite direction, though, as she usually does. she'd seen dameron's ship when it'd come in, and - though it didn't look all that rough, she could tell it could do with a tune up.

she hadn't asked rose to stay alongside her, seeing the twinkle in her eyes as she'd spoken to finn in the aftermath of the mission, smiling widely in a way her friend didn't see all that often. so, instead, she’s left in company of just her tools and the occasional creak of the old, overworked machines.

there's quiet squeaks as she's unscrewing the control panel of the starfighter, but the noises are dwarfed by the sounds of steps approaching her general direction. she wonders if someone's forgotten something, or if it's rose stopping by the check on her, but she decides to ignore it, unable to pinpoint how close the other person is. that is, until she sees them round the nose of the x-wing.

it makes her start violently, dropping her tools with a clatter as she jumps. her heart's beating so fast that she can't even see all that clearly, and, when she finally realizes who it is, frustration clouds over her confusion.

"what the hell are you doing here?" it's harsher than she usually is, but it'd been a really long day, and she wasn't excited at the notion of dealing with him.

immediately, poe's defensive.

"kriff, calm down! i just wanted to check in on her." he lightly pats on the nose of his x-wing, as if it were a pet, and she suddenly wonders where his actual pet-droid - the orange one - is, "wanted to make sure nothing happened to it." he continues, not looking at her.

she opens her mouth, wanting to say how dumb of an explanation it was, but she truly can't find the energy to start a back-and-forth with him, so she simply goes back to work, shrugging. seeing that he still doesn’t leave, she drops her head, sighing deeply.

“what - what exactly do you need to know about it - her - dameron? do you need to watch the circuits as i reconnect them, or maybe eyeball every screw i twist in?” he seems shocked by the outburst, mouth hanging open for just a moment, before his hands raise up in a faux-surrender.

“if you want me to leave - i’ll go.” he pauses for a second, but she can still feel that more words are soon to leave his tongue, so she doesn’t say anything, eyes falling down to the circuits she'd just spoken about, “but i’m not exactly excited by the idea of you - someone - down here all by themselves.” she purses her lips.

“well, i’m sorry to inconvenience you - but you are flying again tomorrow morning, and your ship isn’t exactly tip-top.” she’s ready to turn back, hoping it’s enough of an argument to suffice him, but’s he’s adamant.

“at least take a break? everyone else’s at the cantina - it’s not like a drink’d hurt-” she rolls her shoulders, sighing deeply.

“if i agree, will you stop talking?” his voice stops, but a smile grows in its stead. he shrugged.

“you want me to stop? i thought you adored the sound of my voice-” she rolls her eyes, the hint of a smile ghosting over her own lips at the sarcastic joke. muttering a small shut up, she raises to her feet, dusting off her outfit, before stepping away from her work. he gestures to the large doors leading out the flight bay, and she nods, walking to meet his stride.

they reach the cantina in a moment, the silence between them filled instead with the increasing sounds from everyone else. as she enters, she notices the large overflow of people around the bar, evidently still celebrating. she takes a deep breath as she looks around desperately for where exactly she's supposed to do.

poe, keeping a close eye on her so as to not lose her to the crowd, points towards the table where their friends are sitting. she nods, flitting right behind him to benefit as he pushes his way through the crowds. when they finally reach the table, he can see a calm rest on her face, especially in the presence of rose. he follows her gaze to the close proximity between rose and finn, and, when she averts her gaze, she meets his, making him smile with a shrug, as if saying i know, right?

as poe grabs a drink for the both of them, and she's finally able to actually meet finn and speak with rose, she finds herself loosening up, grinning at rose's excited expression, or finn's somewhat deadpan humor, or the sweetness of her drink. sometimes, poe's own jokes forced an unwarranted laugh from her as well - which he definitely took notice of.

for a while, he'd also noticed the apprehension of not being able to finish her work, but he reminds her subtly that his ship hadn't been too beat up: it wouldn't disintegrate if he tried to exit the atmosphere tomorrow, and she'd have time to fix it up before it got to that point. it allows her to really mellow down, and she settles - alongside rose -with a few other members of the black squadron as they discuss the day, their missions, and the base.

poe's more decent, she realizes, than she gave him credit for, as when he's reintroducing her to the other pilots, the first words out of his mouth is acknowledgement for her hard work. it almost makes her giddy, especially after it's followed by miscellaneous praise from the others. she feels a smile creep up on her countenance, and it's only bolstered by the many small, sweet glances he'd shoot in her direction.

though, like all good things, it doesn't exactly last.

as the night drags - and maybe it's also her exhaustion, or the fact that poe's a few more drinks in - she can feel that respect that grew for him begin to chip away again.

his mouth just works too fast for his brain to catch up - she supposes - as she feels annoyance creep over her as she hears him gloat about his many stories as a pilot. though many of the stories have less to do with him giving her more hardship, when she sees the more egoistic parts of his personality reveal themselves throughout the night, she feels that same aggravation that led to that one night of late drinking with rose.

at some point, she feels that hearing him boast over and over and over was just too much to bear, so she knocks the rest of her drink back, waves rose and finn off, and slips out as she came in, deciding a night of good sleep may soothe her turbulent mind.

only a moment after she left, does poe return with a drunken smile, just about to introduce her to one of the many recruits he'd mentored - in order to remind said recruit about the importance of respecting your mechanic.

the smile fell as finn - almost sadly - mentioned that she'd left.

it's been a few weeks since then, and poe's reeled in his antics - much to her pleasure. though, she couldn't help the twang of something she'd begun to feel when he walked past her station, not acknowledging her in the slightest.

she wondered why; after all, that was what she'd initially wanted.

neither could continue ignoring each other, though, when they were called into the communications center of the base by the leader of the division, and the general herself.

she made her way up there quickly and, meeting poe at the door, hoped her confusion wasn't apparent on her face. if it was, he did little to quell it, as he instead focused on opening the large doors.

now, she'd only met the general a few times - and the other she knew only by rank. he, on the other hand, seemed very buddy-buddy with the pair, forcing her isolation for a moment as the three greeted each other. when, finally, they turned to outline the reason for the meeting, she was directed to sit down, and listen carefully.

she was told of how the resistance had recently learned from a rebel spy on an important first order ship that said ship had been collecting significant amounts of data on the resistance, and were soon hoping to transmit that data to a more central base.

the spy had gone on, stating that if there was a way to shut down the servers in the main control room of the ship, the data would be corrupted and would be useless.

there's a pregnant pause after the delivery of this information, and she swallows before speaking.

"what - um, what exactly do you want me - us - to do?" poe's role may seem somewhat self-evident - as in, flying a passenger onto the ship or jetting them out - but her own contribution was a bit more dubious.

after all, this seemed a mission best suited for the few technical analysts on the base, as opposed to the mechanic that she was, if it included corrupting intel and shutting down servers. truly, she didn't know what the first thing about that.

the general, ever so observant, smiles lightly as she understands her question. the comms leader responds for her.

"the spy has mentioned that the core system and servers are held in an old compartment - a remnant of the original empire - and, thus, much of the system is reliant on old, though complex, circuitry." she inhales deeply, better realizing her stake in this. the other person continues, "as one of our best mechanics and - obviously - our best pilot-" okay, that stung a little bit, and the smug little grin on his face definitely didn't help, "myself and the general believe it best we run a covert operation: you will sneak onto the ship, make it to the servers, destroy them, and then come back. it's a bit technically challenging, but the likes of the two of you should ensure a smooth operation."

as they finish speaking, she can feel her heart going a mile a minute - unable to believe that she - she! - was going to try and play super-spy and sneak onto a massive first order ship. she was sure poe now realized her shock, as he gave her a small reassuring nod.

it wasn't particularly reassuring, though.

they were then told that time was of the essence, and that it would be best that they leave as soon as possible. they were told to recruit another pilot and mechanic, in the case of a back-up that may exist on the ship, before being given stolen first order uniforms, correct to their assignments.

as she headed back to the flight bay, poe and the comms leader in front of her, she felt a strange, nervous churn in her stomach. she mulled over who she'd choose as the secondary mechanic, but realized the answer was - quite literally - staring her in the face.

rose joins her at the entrance of the flight bay, curious as to why she'd been called in, and, as she recounts the meeting, she posits the position to her friend. as one of the most competent mechanics she knew, but also someone who knew how to think quick on her feet, she knew that she'd be a great fit.

rose agrees in a heartbeat - her loyalty to both her friend and the resistance unwavering against the fearful mission.

she walks further up the flight bay and, upon seeing dameron similarly speaking to finn - likely to convince him as well - she joins him, now intent on how exactly they would find a ship that would go undetected by the first order.

the general - having planned ahead - had an answer for that as well, taking the four out into a forest clearing behind the main base. two large tie/sf-fighters stood, just slightly battered, on the lush greens of the ground. they're in decent condition, she supposes, for what she knew were likely captured or shot down ships by d'qar's defense system.

they're each handed earpieces, going to guide them as they entered the first order ship, and they are waved off as she and poe enter one of them, while rose and finn enter the other.

"everyone ready?" the crackling of the comms for the mission - led by a lovely ex-bounty hunter called pala - came through, as she adjusted into the gunner's seat, and poe into the pilot's. rose answers first, a chipper 'yes' coming through between the other 4 devices. she nods to no one, as though she were really just trying to convince herself.

"as we'll ever be," she mumbles, owing to a grunt of agreement from finn. taking the answers into consideration, pala transmits the coordinates of the ship to poe and finn.

both vehicles rumble as they lift up off the ground, and she feels herself white-knuckling her seat as she anticipates the flight.

as they reach the range of the ship, poe flies ahead, surveying the entrance and - by extension - the exit points. she hears a deep voice crackle through poe's earpiece, but she can hear it echo along the narrow walkway separating her and the pilot as well. it lists off - what she presumes - is the plane's serial number, and she holds her breath as she waits for poe's response to the question, "what business do you have here?"

"the admiral sent us in for reintegration - i've got a deserter on board." she lets out a gasp at the answer he'd chosen, blatantly throwing her on the bus, but the approving echo left her annoyance to a minimum as, at least, he seemed to have bought it.

they begin lowering down into the ship's flight bay, and, before she can even stand up all the way after it becomes stationary, poe's behind her, helping her up. she doesn't know if she should thank him, but decides that she should definitely not, when she finds him grabbing both her wrists and pinning them - though gently - behind her back.

"the hell? what're you doing?" her words come out more shaky than she maybe intended, but he'd really taken her by surprise.

"you're a deserter, remember. can't exactly take you in like we're the best of friends." his tone is sarcastic and she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"they only think that because that's what you said." he doesn't dignify her with a response, honestly making her more agitated. he opens the door of the sf-fighter and tightens his grip for a moment, as the two of them are greeted by what looked to be a colonel. it's confirmed as they near him, his nameplate engraved with the title, and poe nods at him - a little too comfortable.

"they caught this one trying to flee three days ago." he gestures to her, and the unrelated sour expression on her face was definitely helping his case. the colonel nodded, looking at her with the utmost disgust.

"and she will be reprimanded accordingly. bring her to the cell bay." poe nods, pushing her lightly as he continues forward.

"you're a good actor." she can feel his goading smirk, and she shakes her head.

"i hate you."

as they enter further into the ship, he finally releases her, their clothes helping them blend in as crew members. her fingers find her earpiece, ensuring it was on, as she spoke into it.

"rose, finn? you guys get in alright?" there's a beat of silence, and her worry grows strikingly, but it quells just as quickly when she hears the familiar tone of finn's voice in her ear.

"we're fine - heading down to the storage to find those back-ups." she glances at poe, who nods at her, before speaking.

"alright - we'll meet near the flight bay after." finn and rose both agree.

pala begins speaking a few minutes later, guiding them through the base as they reach the server room. poe keeps look-out as she crouches beside the large, cylindrical structure. circuits surround it in an orderly manner, but she can tell the ancientness of it - dust floating around, pooling around every crevice.

she reaches into her deep pockets, procuring a small screw before closely eyeing the intricacies, and getting to work.

poe's eyes flit between her frame and the hallway right outside, keenly watching for stormtroopers, and praying that none would come. he feels himself blank for a moment, not used to feeling so helpless - or, at least, not the one taking charge of a solution for a situation. he resigns himself, though, to simply waiting, gripping his blaster tightly as he waits for her to finish.

finally, she stands back up, watching the lights on the server begin flicking on and off rapidly and sporadically, owing her to believe that she'd done something right, and that the information contained was - at least - corrupted due to the circuitry she'd just purposefully fucked up.

she's by his side in a moment, peering out as well to see if they had any company. for a beat, there's nothing, and they think they have the all clear, until she hears rose's voice.

"shit!" her eyes widen at the exclamation, and they both immediately leave the room, heading back in the direction of the flight bay.

"rose? what happened, are you guys alright?" there's an eerie silence, as rose nor finn reach to communicate back through their earpieces.

"-over here! poe, we gotta head back, they're right on us!" finn's voice comes though, finally, but it does nothing to quell the pair's heightened worry.

"wait - finn, they'll chase after you - wait till we-" poe begins.

"we don't have time!" rose's voice is frantic, and the sound of blasters surround it. her eyes squeeze shut as she breathes deeply.

"rose - okay, get out of here. we're right behind you." there's no confirmation from the other end, but she tries not to let that deter her as she and poe continue towards the flight bay.

there's a smattering of patrolling stormtroopers, but her sharp ears and his sharper reflexes keep them from being caught as they slink along the shadows, tattooed to the walls of each hallway.

the large hangar finally comes into view, and they can see the familiar sf-fighter exiting it, evidently being chased by single-manned tie-fighters.

knowing they were unlikely not to be caught in this last stretch, they flee the short distance between the secluded entryway and their awaiting ship, with her rapidly beating against the button to open the door as poe covered her, keeping those whose attention they'd drawn at ever-decreasing bay with his calculated shots.

finally, the panel lowered, and they swapped positions, her shoddy shots managing to continue slowing them down as poe seats himself in the pilot's seat.

no sooner than had the panel closed upon itself are they up in the air, and she desperately straps herself into the gunner's seat, knowing she had to put her limited knowledge of the position to any use. the entrance to the hangar is rapidly closing as the colonel from earlier can be heard through the ship's comms, desperately trying to keep the pair trapped within the base.

she can feel her back imprint against her seat as poe speeds the vehicle up, just narrowly exiting the snapping jaws of the base's exit. as she takes the smallest breath of relief, does it disappear once more.

"'re you guys out? we could do with some help!" finn's voice evidenced that he was trying to keep his cool, but the fear in it was also obvious. poe's responding in a heartbeat.

"we're there in a second!" she can feel the ship begin climbing as poe checked the scanner for any other vehicles. finally, they see the sf-fighter, being narrowly tailed by two tie-fighters. poe - true to his word - comes between the forces in a heartbeat, almost dancing with the tie-fighters as he weaves between the both of them. she feels dizzy at the quick movements, but suppresses the urge to pass out and grips harder at the armrests.

"finn - get outta here, i have them!" poe's speaking through the comms once more and, as he finishes his sentence, the ship's horizontal, peeling away from finn and rose - the tie-fighters hot on his trails, evidently disgruntled by the flashy flying. finn doesn't wait a second, activating the hyperdrive and inputting the coordinates of d'qar.

on the other side of the galaxy, poe's still leading the two tie-fighter's away, but the shitty ship is impeding his ability to duck and weave like he could in his x-wing.

"'m gonna need your help here!" she jolts awake at the request, realizing that she needs to man her station. her eyes desperately flit over the various buttons, before she grips the aim stick. her eyes are trained against the tie-fighter directly tailing them, and she centers it in her view, before aggressively hitting the button to shoot.

and, it's a narrow miss. she curses, trying to refocus, but a dread begins creeping up her gut.

"i don't know what i'm doing, dameron - get us out of here!" it's an order, but, really who was she to order him around.

"we've got this - we can take 'em out." she's used to his confidence and belief in himself, but she knew they truly couldn't.

"will you just-" seeing another clear shot, she takes it. it goes a bit better, with it hitting the end of one of the fighter's wings, causing the ship to dip to one side. her worry is soothed as she celebrates the small victory to herself.

then, as though a higher power was absolutely fucking with her, it all goes to shit.

she feels the ship rumble and heave sharply as she hears a loud crash, and she whips her head around, trying to find the source of it. she desperately grips at the aim stick, trying to keep it steady and ready to fire again, but she doesn't have a moment to use it when another loud blast and creak is heard.

"shit!" her eyes widened at poe's exclamation.

"what the hell just happened - whad'ya mean-?" her words are cut off due to the wind being knocked out of her as she's slammed against one of her armrests.

"we're going - fuck - the engine's been hit - hold on-" his words are breathless against the comms, and she can hear the exertion of effort by the grunts that carry through the hallway. she grips the armrests for dear life as she waits to see what would happen. she can feel the ship make a sharp turn and, behind them, the tie-fighters trail behind a little, as if they were playing with their prey.

"what're we doing?" her fear is evident in her tone, and her voice is a bit croaky in her heightened confusion.

"i'm trying to set us down on that planet over there." she can't see it, looking out from the back of the ship, but she knows that can't be the best idea in their current state. though, seeing the creeping tie-fighters makes it seem like there's no other choice.

she can see as they enter the atmosphere, hearing the shrill whistle of wings singeing on impact. then, she closes her eyes, bracing for impact as the both of them sit in anticipating silence. she's thinking we're going too fast, the ship's gonna blow up with me in it - god fucking dammit-

and that's the last thing she remembers.

he wakes up to a mouthful of dirt, bent very awkwardly over the semi-buried dashboard of the sf-fighter. his window's broken open, and the sun - or suns? - is blinding through it. he blinks aggressively, his vision swimming a spotty as he spits the gunk out of his mouth, wiping his lips against his fucked jacket sleeve. there's enough of a space between the ground and the glass of his window pane for him to just about crawl through, feeling the heavy impact on his legs from the crash. he looks around, desperately wondering where the hell he was.

it's a grassy planet, filled with lush vegetation and small ponds and lakes. the ship was half-sticking out of one, and his pants legs are soaking wet, the skin of his fingertips pruned. he can feel a sharp sting of pane every time he moves his foot and, peeling back the end of the sopping cloth, sees the discolored swelling of his ankle - having been sprained or twisted in the crash. he lets his head fall back - could have been worse, a lot worse.

he looks up at the looming, though destroyed figure of the sf-fighter, and, seeing the other end balanced precariously above the ground. for a moment, he doesn't pay it much attention - until he remembers.

his shoddy ankle sings in agony as he makes large, limping steps towards the other end of the ship, realizing that he didn't yet know the fate of his other passenger - his mechanic.

of course, in the recess of his mind, he had a guess. but he couldn't entertain it.

finally getting to the end. he peers in to see if she was okay. he's panting heavily, desperately trying to ignore the pain as he focused on using the little light on this side to look through the broken glass. he could see her legs, bent a little awkwardly - but not broken - and he traces them up to her head and torso - which was tightly strapped against the seat. it was the only thing keeping her from falling onto the floor, and her heads hanging. she's definitely not conscious, and he can't help but feel his heart sink as he steps closer - ankle be damned - reaching through the broken glass to unstrap her. when he does, her body flops forward - as he believed it would - a bit like a ragdoll and, though the angle definitely didn't help, he did his best to pull her out. when he could finally observe her in the sunlight, he could feel his chest swell in relief at the movement of her chest up and down. pulling her towards him, he could feel her breath against his neck.

so relieved, he doesn't realize, for a moment, the shallowness of those breaths, and the dampness of the cloth around her shoulder. when he does, though, he desperately removes the fabric. he winces at the sight, having to look away for a moment, before looking back down to observe the extent of her injury.

her upper arm got a long, deep gash, and the blood from it had soaked through her sleeve. not wasting a moment, he slides the sleeves of his own jacket off, tearing a thick, long strap from the t-shirt he wore under it. he wraps it as tightly as he can manager around her arm to staunch any further bleeding, hoping it wasn't too late, and trying desperately to ignore the small whimpers or stuttered breaths that she let out at the action.

he rises to his feet, a difficult task, in his condition, and notices a small shade of trees just a bit away from the pair. breathing deeply - almost in an effort to will away his pain - he grabs her good arm and pulls it over his shoulder, hoping his good leg wouldn't give out, as he makes his way there.

she wakes up in a cold sweat, looking up to see the large leaves of a tree under the backdrop of an orange sky. she scrambles to sit up in a moment, unable to fully comprehend her surroundings. her heart's going a mile a minute, her body entering fight or flight mode, before she hears his voice.

"you're alright - you're good. m'here." she recognizes his voice more quickly than she'd maybe be willing to admit and, when she goes to turn to the source of it, she feels a scream of agony in her arm. her sharp grunt of pain is louder than she maybe had hoped, but fuck - did her arm hurt, "yeah - uh, you've got a bad cut." his voice is soft, as if he were trying to lull her into a sense of calm.

it worked. for a moment.

until she remembered what happened. the tie-fighters, her pleads to go the hyperspace, the engine failing, the jolt of the impact of the straps holding her body in place, the blood in her hair from the open wound on her arm, her head going blank and her passing out from the pain.

she remembered all of it. including what he'd said.

'we've got this'

there's a lump in her throat, and she desperately tries to swallow it down as she stares vehemently at the dirt under her. she refuses to look up at him, and hopes he realizes why.

"do - does anyone know we're here?" her voice is more broken than she'd hoped it was but - fuck, she was scared. she can see him shrug in her peripheral.

"i'm sure they'll find us." she sighs deeply, turning away to the extent that she can. there's a calm, though cold, silence between them, before she can hear him sharply inhale.

"helluva trip, huh?" there's a jokey cadence to his voice, and it takes her a moment to actually process what he's said, his casual tongue actually igniting a rageful fire in her.

"what?" it's a whisper - backed by such an anger that she worries if she speaks louder, she'll scream.

"i'm just saying - pretty, uh, pretty crazy thing, right?" she shuts her eyes, and a small part of her brain knows that, at best, this is his way of making the best of a bad situation and, at worst, this is just some shit attempt at small talk. but - be it his words in the past, or the pain of her arm, or maybe even just the fact that all she could hear was his confident words like a low buzz in her ears since she remembered what he'd said - she was furious.

"yeah - it's fucking insane how i'm lightheaded because of all the blood i lost, and how i can't move a centimeter without wanting to cut my arm off, and how i can feel the bruises forming where the straps kept me from splitting my skull open on my broken window. it's a helluva experience." her words are softer than she'd thought they would be, but she knew if she was any louder, she may have screamed at him until her lungs collapsed or her throat gave out - whichever came later.

she doesn't have to turn back to see the expression on his face, and, truly she feels a bit shit for lashing out at him.

but she was on a random fucking planet with a mangled fucking arm and her only company was a pilot with no fucking plane.

so, excuse her for the outburst.

"i-" poe's stammering behind her, but she can't hear it, as her vision swims when she tries to get on her feet. she can see the ship in the distance, and knowing that it was her best bet at company right now, she trudges towards it, "where're you going?"

she doesn't dignify him with an answer.

when she finally reaches the large structure, she situates herself against the pilot's dashboard, gently kicking away the broken glass as she tentatively crouches down. she looks over the panel, hoping that at least one of the comms was still working. she procures her screwdriver with her good arm - well, technically not, but at least it didn't hurt all that much to move - before lightly tapping the back of it against any and all of the buttons, seeing if anything worked.

her arm now had a dull, thrumming pain, and she desperately tried to ignore it as she focuses on identifying what the comms were. she traces over a panel that seems to be promising, pulling the screwdriver towards it to see if she could meddle with any of the circuitry under it to get it to work - however briefly.

pulling it up, she realizes both the awkwardness of her position, and of her grip on the tool, unused to using this hand for it. her muscles ached, her arm ached, her temples ached as she desperately tried to slot the head of the tool into the screw, failing once, twice, thrice, before dropping the tool with a groan of anguish.

she's heaving - no, sobbing, feeling the liquid of her tears roll down her cheeks. she slumps against the glass, palming her cheeks as she desperately tried to muffle her exhausted weeping, only the sound of her small hiccups escaping.

she hated getting like this - crying out in the open, and she only reserved the ordeal for true upsets. though, this was one of them. she was so tired, and in so much pain, and she'd just been so horrible to poe as well - when he'd just tried to lighten her mood.

through the blood rushing in her ears and the motion of her hiccups, she doesn't realize the heavy thuds of poe's limping steps. she only realizes when he's in front of her, blocking the dimming sunlight from her eyes, and she covers her face entirely, not wanting to see her in this state.

he doesn't comment, though, only falling to his own haunches before sitting beside her, granting a respectful silence and, more importantly, friendly contact.

she swallows harshly as she forces her hiccups down. she doesn't look at him, worried it'd make her start up again, but he knows she's not uncomfortable with him there.

taking her good hand, he gently drops an opened bag of nuts. she looks at it, a bit confused.

"always keep 'em on me. emergency snack." he says it so casually and, it being contrasted with the slight childishness of the information, makes her crack the hint of a smile.

maybe she was hysterical.

"- hope they'll make you feel better." he continues, and she nods, popping one in her mouth and absorbing the mild, sweet taste.

"thanks - thanks." she mumbles, and they're quiet for another moment.

she hands them back to her, and, in that moment of contact, he notices her cold skin. he glances over her, realizing her thin top without a sleeve, and he shrugs off his jacket. it's a bit mucked up from the crash, but it's better than nothing.

tentatively, he moves a bit closer to her, gently placing the material around her, careful of her arm. still she winces - but only for a moment. really, she's more confused.

"what're you doing?" she whispers, and he's close enough to hear her now.

"you're cold." he's not wrong, but she still protests.

"and you?" he smiles.

"well, i'm pretty hot-headed. i'll be fine." it's a joke, and she really wants to laugh at it, but she can't help but feel bad once again for her words. taking it differently, poe continues solemnly. “i’m sorry.”

it’s a quiet mumble into the still air. it sounds foreign, coming from his mouth, as he tries to fit the extent of how apologetic and shitty he feels into the fleeting, overused phrase. she stays quiet, the only noise being her soft exhales.

“i - i know.” she mumbles back, unsure of what more to say. of course he was - he’d never intended for this. nonetheless, he’d been subject to her own emotions, to an unjustifiable degree, “i am, too.”

his contemplative expression returns a smile instead, now, and she finally turns to look at him.

"i'll buy us a drink when we get back, okay?" he offers, making her scoff.

"you're so great at apologies." he shrugs, as though it's obvious fact, and not a light jab.

"then what about dinner?" her eyes widen a little at the proposition, and she's speechless for a moment. then, she snorts, pushing her good hand across his face and playfully pushing him.

"get us out of here; then, we can talk about dinner." he smiles widely under her palm, and laughs as she takes her hand off. he leans back just that bit further against the metal, and the readjustment causes the dashboard to shift just slightly.

a small item comes rolling down, and falls right in his lap. he grasps at it and, realizing what it is, his eyes widen. he brandishes it in between the both of them, and she also realizes: it's his earpiece.

he gently presses the input button, and immediately starts calling out for finn, rose or pala. they wait a moment, with baited breath.

"poe - kriff, we thought you were dead!" finn's voice is unmistakable, and the revelation makes the pair's spirits soar.

in no less than a couple minutes were the told that a ship was coming by to collect them, and, as the earpiece's output stops for the moment, she rests more peacefully against the destroyed ship, and he mirrored her movements.

"so, about that dinner?"

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Ok so after talking with the breeder about some scheduling, I’ve decided to go out there and see the kennel myself and introduce myself to Percival then before taking him home. Right now the breeder is away at a Ravenwing sporting event which is why it’s taking a while to bring the Scout home, which is no problem! I’m looking forward to seeing the kennel and this should help the little guy feel more at ease about his adoption and feel safer on the drive back, which was something I was worrying about, so this really does work out better. So while I sit around waiting, I figured I’d share some information about the Dark Angel breed! They are so interesting and diverse, comes with being such an old breed.

So let’s start with the Legion Breed! The original “Dark Angel” breed is one with a long history, founded by one “Lion El’Jonson” a Welsh gentleman, and he is Welsh, a lot of sources say he’s British, but this is incorrect, he was just educated in England and lived there for a long time but that’s a different topic. He bred the Dark Angels to be hardy, highly intelligent and cover several different kinds of roles. The original breed, which is still around to this day due to diligent and careful breeding, is known for their gleaming black coats in contrast to the “Caliban Green” that the modern Chapter Breed sports (Caliban being chosen in honor of the El’Jonson old castle). Though patterns like “checkerboard” are acceptable according to the pedigree guidelines for both.

Now I mentioned that the breed served in several different ways, and this was managed by organizing the breed into six “wings”, which are classified now as “variations”, or sub-breeds. This is something that was carried on with the Chapter/Successor breeds. This is partly to reflect the original Legion Breed and partly because Dark Angels genetically are so diverse and that effects their behavior, thus requiring different training. You can breed two Ravenwings together but not all the marinelings will turn out to be ravenwings. This genetic diversity has helped to keep the breed so strong for so long.

So, let’s talk about those “Wings”!

Most people who have poked around Dark Angel breed information sites, forums and such are likely familiar with two of them: The Deathwing and Ravenwing. Both are stunning in their own ways, fully grown Deathwing have pale coats dubbed “bone” and grow to be much taller than others of their breeds and variations. These bois were originally used for herding/guarding, especially during wartimes where they excelled (there’s actually a sad story related to that but maybe I’ll share that later). Chapter and Successor breed Ravenwing sometimes get confused for the old Legion Breed because of their black coats. The immediate difference is that ravenwing (regardless of breed) are always leaner and way more active, this is so not a variation for those living in cities, seriously.

There are or were 4 other wings belonging to the old Legion Breed but for various reasons, none of them are still around in great number. These are the: Firewing, Stormwing, Ironwing and Dreadwing.

Firewing were used back when the Legion Breed was really active in early wars, think when knights in armor and horseback were used. The best way to describe the accounts of their behavior is to imagine a highly disciplined Night Lord or Ravenguard but they were also dangerous because they could snap at any moment without warning (unless you’re familiar with the variation). But that’s what they were bred for, assassinations and such. From what pictures I’ve seen around and written descriptions, they commonly had red markings but there’s not much more beyond that.

Stormwing is more frustrating because I have not been able to find good pictures of the variation? No descriptions about what they commonly looked like or what they were bred for either. What I was able to find was that there were never a lot of them in the first place, something about the training and traits needed to be classified as one. The variation was bred for something specific during the “knightly” period but after castle sieges stopped really being a big part of battles, I guess there was no reason to keep the variation going sadly.

Ironwing! These are the heaviest and biggest of the variations, Legion Dark Angel Dreadnoughts were all classified as Ironwings when they were around in mass. You know how big dogs have deep barks? It’s the same with these guys, all their vocalizations are all deep and you feel it in your bones apparently. These guys often wore addition armor as well.

And then finally, there’s the Dreadwing. The first of the variations to be banned and breeding straight up forbidden. They were incredibly dangerous and not many people met the strict minimum required to even apprentice to handle them?? Lion El’Jonson was not messing around when he set up the guidelines for these ones. A lot of the records I managed to find (and read for that matter, old English is hard to read) were uh…gruesome. War-time variations sadly all have that in common.

Though on another interesting note! While the Legion Breed is still around and closely monitored for good breeding, there appears to be records of several “Fallen” Dark Angels around. Fallen is the term for the Legion Dark Angels that choose to abandon their owners for one reason or another/are abandoned and end up going feral. Sometimes they join up in squads but never more than that. A lot of veterans in the Dark Angel husbandry field have tried to trap and rehabilitate these Fallen, sometimes they’re successful too. Those Fallen are then dubbed “Risen” to mark that they were formerly feral and that means their requirements and needs are different. The kennel club I mentioned in another post has set up a program to help with finding and helping any Fallen they get calls about. They’re not all bad marines, they just need a second chance.

So, yeah, that my very rambling history(?) post about the Dark Angel breed!

#scribe's scribbles #space marine husbandry #This is a blast to write and also so messy #The Welsh bit is a reference to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table in case anyone is wondering

[persephone-s-moon]

Since I have Baldur's Gate 3 brainrot with only a reasonable few hundred hours of gameplay under my belt, here's what I think The Lost Boys classes would be for bg3

(I'm doing bg3 and not dnd bc options are more limited (nice for me) and I do value what little sanity I have left.)

David

Class: Rogue Subclass: Arcane Trickster Notes: I feel like this one's obvious, but for those unfamiliar, the rogue class is known for stealth and deception, as well as thievery due to their lockpicking abilities. In general, rogue characters tend to be very conniving and typically hold their cards close to their chests. The Arcane Trickster sublcass adds some ✨magic✨ to the mix with a handful of spells and cantrips. Theoretically, this Could include some illusion spells. Perhaps for tricking someone into thinking their rice has turned into maggots. (Alternatively, Warlock with the sublcass of The Fiend or Wizard with the subclass of Illusion would also be fitting for David.)

Paul

Class: Paladin Sublcass: Oathbreaker Previous Subclass: Oath of Vengeance Notes: HEAR ME OUT. I like the thought of him with religious trauma. Paladins are inherintly religious warriors (very "I'm here to talk to you about MY savior" although you can't pick a specific god in bg3) with three possible oaths in game: Oath of the Ancients, Oath of Devotion, and Oath of Vengeance. Essentially "vow to fight against darkness", "be a knight in shining armor", and "take justice into your own hands" with a handful of tenets unique to each oath. Realistically, the lost boys could easily break ALL of those oaths in a heartbeat, but I ultimately decided on Oath of Vengence on account of one of the tenets: "No Mercy for the Wicked." I believe friendship counts as mercy, and The Lost Boys are FAR from saints. Also, it'd be poetic for him to die carrying out his old oath after Marko dies :)

Marko

Class: Barbarian Sublcass: Wild Magic Multiclass: Druid Subclass: Circle of the Moon Notes: I bet yall weren't expecting a multiclass! Anyway, Barbarians are heavy hitters that rely on instinct and rage to fight. They're one of the more physically strong classes, especially in comparison to spell casters and Rogues (RIP David). When Wild Magic Barbarians use their rage, they set off a random magical effect. Anything from accidentally shrinking your team members to accidentally turning into a very useless cat is on the table, and that sort of chaos felt right for Marko. A Druid is an elemental spellcaster with the ability to turn into animals, referred to as their "Wild Shape". Circle of the Moon Druids are able to turn into a giant badger, a giant spider, a dire wolf, a normal cat, a polar bear, and eventually gain the ability to turn into an owlbear. (It's considered a monstrosity and not an animal, but in more recent dnd media, The Rule of Cool has changed some general rules.)

Dwayne

Class: Ranger Sublcass: Gloom Stalker Notes: Rangers are skilled scouts and trackers with a deep connection to nature. I almost gave this class to either Paul or Marko, HOWEVER the Gloom Stalker subclass made me think of Dwayne. Gloom Stalkers are ambush-happy attackers with an affinity for darkness and can easily hide themselve in the shadows (if desired. Gods know The Lost Boys are NOT quiet and that includes Dwayne). Honestly, it's the closest one can get to being an Assassin without classing as a Rogue. And all I can think about is Dwayne faking his death near the end of the movie (which is something you can 100% do in bg3).

#the lost boys #lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys (1987) #lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #david the lost boys #david lost boys #david tlb #paul the lost boys #paul lost boys #paul tlb #marko the lost boys #marko lost boys #marko tlb #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne lost boys #dwayne tlb

[linked-history]

Alright next heroes on the chopping block Four Swords and Four Swords Adventures! These ones were a little harder since they are one hero but technically four individuals. I also included their appearance from the first time they split and how they ended up differentiating between one another the first time as well as their final looks when they finish their adventure. So as usual information is below.

BEFORE THE ADVENTURE

Link is the grandson to one of Hyrule's blacksmiths and would generally run the new equipment to the Castle Barracks were he was known to sneak around and watch as the knights trained and practiced. Early on he would grab a stick from one of the bushes and practice away from the eyes of the knights that were completing their own training. It was because of this that Link was able to meet the Princess and the two grew close as Link continued to return to the palace. While Zelda knew Link as a friend the town knew Link as a sweet boy with a habit of causing trouble. Link was as quick to offer a helping hand around the village as he was to torment the Cuccos at the farm. But he was quick to fix mistakes when called out for them.

DURING THE ADVENTURE

It was due to his relationship with Zelda that she confided in him her fears as she started getting nightmares and a horrible feeling regarding a dark presence that was sealed away under the palace. She explains the story passed down through the royal line about the corruption that took control of a Mage in ages past that had been sealed within a sanctuary beneath the palace. It was there that Zelda led Link as she investigated the seal and they found it weakened. While there the seal breaks and the corruption that was sealed within the sword takes a humanoid form before taking Zelda from the sanctuary. Link is directed to pull the sword from the pedestal before leaving to save Zelda, though when he does he is split into 4 duplicates of himself that are near perfect except for the differences in hair and eye color as well as Skin tone, the final one, one set in shadow and exuding a malicious aura disappears from the sanctuary before Link can stop it.

Before truly starting the quest to save Zelda, Link takes the three others back to his house, having to sneak out of the palace, past the guards, and through town without being caught. Once home Link finds colored scraps of fabric that he uses to help further differentiate between him and his copies, also going through his other clothing to add more differences to help set them apart. They decide that while alone they would refer to each other using the color of their ribbons while should they run into anyone from town, that the one in the conversation would be referred to as Link.

Through the duration of the adventure the Links begin developing personalities of their own that when the adventure is complete and the four return to one Link has four distinct voices and personalities in one body. While they make it work it gets harder as the main identity no longer fits with the others. Come the second adventure they pull the Four Sword again and are happy to be split, so happy that when the kingdom is saved again and it's time to return the Four Sword to the pedestal they instead find a different way to return the seal without replacing the Four Sword and remain split.

AFTER THE ADVENTURE

After their second adventure the four spend a bit of time in the sanctuary with Zelda to pick names for each of them as the name Link no longer feels like it fits for any of them individually. In the end they found they liked the colors they used to identify each other with during their adventures and picked their names to go with the colors.

Forrest(He/They) in the green when on to pick up his Grandfathers work as the blacksmith after their Grandfather passed away, Jay(He/Him) in the blue and Aster(They/Them) in the purple went on to form a group of scouts that patrolled the areas outside of Central Hyrule to further maintain the monster population, and Poppy(She/They) in the red ended up apprenticing under the witch in the woods outside of Central Hyrule.

During a scouting mission Jay ended up loosing the tip of his right hand pointer finger and always makes up a new story when asked about it (while Aster won't tell anyone what really happened he also knows that Jay won't tell the truth cause he is embarrassed by what happened) and Forrest ended up injuring his left arm after an accident in the forge. Poppy had been called to help at the time though the injury was severe enough that the only way to save him was to amputate the limb. Despite any reassurance that Forrest gives Poppy she still feels that it is her fault as the Healer with him that he ended up loosing his arm as is still struggling to forgive herself even after Forrest has already forgiven her.

It was Aster that initially discovered that their Shadow had remained after their final adventure, though they hadn't caused any destruction since their adventure ended. Shadow was later brought to the house that the four shared and ended up staying with them, mentally and physically still a child he behaved very similarly to how Link behaved before his adventure began years ago. Though he typically remains with Aster or hidden within the shadows of one of the other three.

#alternate universe #linked history #redesigns #legend of zelda #four swords #four swords adventures #vio link #red link #blue link #green link #shadow link

[inlove-and-dying]

Sir Gwaine x gn!child!reader (!!PLATONIC!!)

summary: reader is the cousin of Sir Gwaine. their father, Gwaine's Uncle, was became abusive to the reader after his wife cheats on him. the reader escapes and finds a group who takes them in. the group is killed, reader is injured, and barely stumbles into the city before passing out.

warnings: child abuse, murder, death, slight gore, injuries, angst, mentions of blood, serious!Gwaine

Gwaine's father and yours were brothers. they served as knights under the same king. Gwaine's father was slain in battle, leaving yours devastated. after overcoming his grief several years later, he married and had a child. but it shortly started to seem like his grief was still there in his subconscious. waiting. after discovering that your mother had cheated on him, that grief took a new form: anger. your mother had left, so the only person he could take that anger out on was you.

you had endured until you were twelve, when finally you built up the courage to run away. your father was away, scouting for your king, as there was a threat of an enemy nearby. you took advantage of the opportunity. the previous day you had discovered peddlers in your village. they were travelers, and would soon be out of town. you told them your story and they agreed to take you with when they moved.

their next destination was Camelot. perfect. you had a cousin there. a knight serving King Arthur. from what you had heard, Arthur was a fairer king then yours was, so surely, if your cousin was one of his knights, he had to be a good person.

you packed few things, merely the essentials. you met the travelers in the spot you decided on and departed on your journey.

your freedom was short-lived, however. you were only a few days into your trip when bandits came upon your group. everyone was killed, and there was an arrow in your side. you had barely made it inside the city when you passed out from the loss of blood.

~~~

you woke up in an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar sheets, and a distinct smell of herbs. you looked around. this was unlike any place you had seen before. your side stung. there was a bandage wrapped around your injury. you tried to stand up, but before you had the chance, a black haired boy walked into the room, carrying a bowl. his eyes grew wide before he said, "don't stand up. we just got the wound to stop bleeding, you could reopen it."

reversing your actions, you said, "where am I?"

"you're in the Court Physicians lodging (A/N: Idk what's it's called and I didn't want to say chambers because that's like his room)," said the boy. " you were found unconscious near the edges of the city by a Knight. he barely got you here in time, if he was any later you might not have survived. I'm the Court Physician's apprentice, Merlin."

"I'm Y/N," you said.

"well, Y/N, why are you here? I've never seen you before. do you live in Camelot?" he asked.

"no. I don't. I'm from a nearby kingdom. I was with a group of travelers, but we were attacked by bandits. i think everyone else died," you said. "I escaped from my father. he abused me. I came here because my cousin is a Knight here, and I thought he might be willing to help me. I don't know, though. I've never met him."

"I'm sure he will, King Arthur's Knights are only people he knows that are just. they have to be, the King has to trust them with his life."

"that's what I hoped. his name is Gwaine. is it possible that I could talk to him?" you asked.

"Gwaine?" his tone was a shocked one. "your cousin?"

"is that so shocking?"

"not shocking necessarily. just surprising. he said he didn't have any family left. here," he said, handing you the bowl. "eat. build your strength. I'll talk to Gwaine. I'm sure he'd like to meet you."

then he left.

~~~

several hours passed before Merlin's return. following him was a man with long, dark hair who wore chainmail armor.

"Y/N, this is Gwaine. Gwaine, this is the child I told you about, Y/N," said Merlin. "I'll leave you alone, I'll be just outside if you need anything."

"so, you're F/N's child?" he asked after a long silence.

"if you could even call me that. I was more of his punching bag," you said.

"he abused you?"

you nodded.

"that sounds just like him," he sighed.

"did you know him?"

"I did. he refused to help my mother. so did the King. he was the closest thing I had to a father and he left us behind. I'm just sorry you had to put up with him so long."

"I don't have to anymore, and that's what matters. I was hoping that you'd be able to help me? it's not like I exactly have a mother. it's honestly her fault that he started anyway."

there was a confused look on his face, before you continued, "she cheated on him, he found out, she left, he starting hitting me."

"I'm... so sorry. I can't imagine how that must have felt."

"it's fine. I'm sure I'll deal with it. but, you're my only family left. do you think I could..."

he finished your sentence. "stay here?" you nodded.

he smiled. "of course you can," he said.

you returned his smile. "thank you so much," you said.

"of course. I wouldn't just leave you alone. I know how that feels."

God, you could only imagine.

but for now, you had better focus on healing.

and maybe sleeping.

you had just noticed how tired you are.

there was a knock and Merlin came in.

"Gwaine, Arthur wants you," he said.

Gwaine nodded. "I'll be there in just a moment."

Merlin nodded back and closed the door.

"Y/N," he said. "I wish you that best of luck on your recovery."

you smiled, and then he left.

you actually had a future now, didn't you?

yes, you did.

(pt 2 maybe coming soon)

#merlin #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin x reader #merlin bbc x reader #bbc merlin x reader #sir gwaine #sir gwaine x reader

[made-this-cause-why-not]

DC Comics Characters as Mauraders

So this initially stemmed from my bi yearly harlivy brainrot session where I thought "oh my god, Dorcas and Marlene are so Ivy and Harley." Specifically Dark Knights of Steel Harlivy (I would bury an army for you) (In return you will live here with me/ In return you won't fight in the war. This again? This always) . Want me to explain- gladly. Marlene "dive in head first, my blood runs red and gold, if I go, I will drag you to hell with me" McKinnon, working for The Order and thinking "hey this is kinda sketch, I don't know if we can trust Dumbledore" and Dorcas "every acquaintance is a new connection to better myself, killed by Voldemort personally, I will slither on my stomach if it means I can slice as your Achilles tendon and watch you fall" Meadows being the Anti-Heroes needed to end the Voldemort. They know they must fight in the war, they just need to fight on their own side.

And then I thought- why stop at them. So I present, the Mauraders as DC Comics Characters:

Starting off strong, James and Lily as the Iconic Blue Boy Scout and Pulitzer Prize winning Lois Lane. Do I need to explain? The Kal-el is so James/Mirrorball coded, and if James ever became a supe, Lily Evans would be the first to know.

After this, we have Remus and Sirius as Bruce and Selina Kyle. Remus is so Bruce Wayne- an orphan with a bad experience with animals at a young age. Reserved and quiet but a commanding authority figure that eyes turn to in times of need. Like, Remus is so batman but Brucie- oh that all Remu. Remu is a cassanova that everyone has a crush on, the life of the party that drinks iced tea at Gala's and is always limping or wincing over something. Sirius, well for a second I did switch the two and have Sirius be bruce but no, Sirius is so Selina. Sirius steals diamonds from museums, knowing that he has the money and Remus could buy them if he really wanted because "well where's the fun in that Moony." (Sirius has a huge platonic obsession with Superman and when Remus makes the Justice League he is ELATED. He loves going to HQ and telling embarrassing stories to James. He even let it slip that he calls Remus Moony and now all of the Core Members do it too. He loves hates it.) (Also, Sirius is friends with Marlene in any universe and he loves that it annoys Remus a little bit. When Harley/Marlene finally joins the league, they celebrate by breaking into a new art exhibit)

After this we have Pete as Barry "I could have finished this myself but that wouldn't be as fun" Allen. Pete is kinda just at the meetings as a favor to James and doesn't understand why Batman won't just let him take care of the Joker himself. Peter is nice and always a bit confused as to what is going on. Batman used to scare him, but shortly after learning about Moony, the two started bonding over nerdy shit together.

With the Arrowverse being the origins of my love for D.C (yes, I know it isn't comic accurate, but middleschool me loved it so fuck off), I have to make Mary as Dinah. I don't know much about comic accurate Dinah- a problem I plan on rectifying in the future- but her general "I'm done with this shit" vibe is matches Mary "i'm leaving the wizarding world and not turning back".

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Alice and Frank as Hawkman and Hawkgirl

Evan and Barty as Penguin and Riddler (Gotham's Penguin and Batman 2022's Riddler because yes)

Regulus as Jason "Do I look like Batman? Musty Bitch" Todd

#mauraders era #mauraders #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #wolfstar #jily #dc comics #dark knights of steel #batman #selina kyle #posion ivy #pamela isley #harley quinn #superheroes au #I had the vision for the begining #then i remembered Pete and Mary exist #feel free to dissagree #please make this a thing

[ravioli-fries]

Mission at Macridge

This is a short story I wrote of Izzy and Rills first meeting! A young Grey Deer is on one of his first patrolling missions as a Magic Knight. He meets a curious 14 year old resident of the town.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------      My pounding heart woke me this morning! …At 6:00 am. Perhaps a tad early for a meeting time of 2:00 pm, but you can never be too careful, I think! I don’t suppose I could have gone back to sleep anyways. 

     Began my day by double, triple, quadruple checking my gear. Straightening, readjusting, and rearranging my outfit. Is this okay? Maybe. No… the gray of my robe may be a neutral color fit for any palette but it sure does ruin the whole idea I’m going for. No matter. 

     I skipped happily along the hallway, energetically greeting my fellow Magic Knights and plopped myself down into a seat to begin my wait for the knights of my group to appear. 

     Today is my first scouting mission as a Magic Knight! A squad is to travel to the shore town of Macridge, a large commoner town on the edge of Noble realm. Ah, what an experience; I lived on the opposite way of the capital so I never visited. Our mission is to survey the area and reinforce peace, a noble duty. 

     I laughed to myself. 

     After a few 10 seconds of kicking my feet I dug out my pocket watch. It’s 12:00 pm… my smile faltered. How embarrassing. 

     —

     “Nearly there. Hold it together Boismortier.” called an aged woman from her broom seat, draped head to toe with exotically detailed fabric. 

    The voice of my superior, Muriel Matildale, halted the drag of my finger through my picture creation that was currently keeping me suspended in the air.

     My daydream had left me in a slight daze, my train of thought stumbled awkwardly back into reality, “Aye aye Captain! Er. I mean Miz Mentor!” bringing my hand to my heart in salute, flinging the remaining magic on my finger into my face. 

     A chuckle rose from in front of me as I wiped paint from my eye. My partners hid their smiles under their hands. I decided to laugh with them. 

    We eventually touched down in Macridge. The atmosphere instantly took me! The smell of the sea, the streets bustling with arrays of people and shops selling its environment proudly. It’s a town located near a shore and the noble realm; of course it makes its money on fishing and expands on that theme. How fascinating. There’s so much personality!

     “Muriel?” A burly Magic Knight cocked an eyebrow, raising attention and pointing towards me. 

     Muriel waved her hand “Ah let the boy have it; he’s a noble shut in. He needs this to expand his… palette.” she smirked.

     The blonde gave the woman an annoyed look. I forgot his name… what did Miz Muriel say? 

    The recent interaction left my concern as a new detail caught my eye. What a beautifully crafted sign. The noisy environment around me melted away. I’d love to meet the artist behind this; it portrays the business it’s representing clearly, and easily catches the eye. I rested my chin upon my index and thumb. Using simple and organic shapes, yet it follows a strict pattern, perfectly balancing subjectivity and objectivity. Genius! Clean woodwork as well... The polishing could have had more effort put into it…

    My thoughts were interrupted when a body collided into mine. 

    “Oh! Oh, pardon me, I was just so captivated by this sign…” 

     A young girl stood before me, with a face as if she’s never made an expression to stretch it. She seemed stiff, like a doll, yet her appearance was so fluid. A ridiculous abundance of dark curls framed her small silhouette, creating an exciting composition. I followed her beauty marks up to her striking golden gaze that contrasted gorgeously against her dark complexion. 

     I blinked rapidly. Huh?

    Without changing her expression, a steady, deep tone came from her, “That’s a sign's purpose, after all.” 

     “Ah….” I stammered. Looks like my words only wanted to reside in my mind today. 

     Her eyes flickered like fire as she looked around… that fire seemed to warm my face as well. 

    “Looks like you oughta get back to work, mister Magic Knight,” Her shawl raised with her hand in farewell, “Bye.” 

     A moment of panic filled my body as she turned to walk away. I cannot pass up this opportunity! 

    I stepped forward and clasped her hands within mine, redirecting her body to me. Her stoic expression quivered for a fleeting moment as she spun around. 

     “May I please draw you? You’re so enchanting, miss! I have to draw you! I just have to!” I flushed in embarrassment and added, “Ah… Only if you’ll allow me…” 

     Our hands fell and so did my gaze. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. 

     Standing dangerously still, the girl finally spoke, “Sure. Why not.” 

     I eagerly brought our hands to my heart and a smile stretched itself across my face. “Woohoo!” I exclaimed, “Let us find a suitable location then!”      

    A nearby shop table a ways away called me over so I obliged, happily taking my subject with me. The unforgiving sea of people along the road had me skidding to a stop every few steps. Hand in hand she kept up with my sporadic pace without a sound. I really wouldn’t be able to tell she was behind me if it wasn’t for our joined hands. 

    We seated ourselves and I equipped my sketch pad and pencil, anticipation shuddering through my fingers. I gave her a grin, which she returned with a stare I couldn’t quite comprehend. 

     “Now, hold still! Of course; it’s okay if you can’t. I can’t ask too much of a stranger I just met, ahoo hoo!” 

     To my surprise, the corners of her lips turned up so slightly. “How pretty…” I breathed, charmed.

     “You’ve got a weird laugh. It’s funny, I like it.”

     I flushed. She likes my laugh…!

     “E-Eheheh…Why, thank you, miss...” I awkwardly shifted my weight in my seat, placing my leg over the other, “Let’s get started then, shall we?” I declared, winking playfully.

     The moment my pencil hit the paper my eyes aimed for her shapes. Every detail about her was so smooth yet bold. From the adorable curve of her round face to the satisfying loops of her dark hair. 

     What a challenge… curly hair is entertaining yet difficult to pull off. The sunlight that nuzzled itself into her locks made me wish I brought some color with me. It weaved streamers of a beautiful golden brown in her hair. My hand stopped, paused, then began back up again.

     Her body was draped with a shawl that clicked together on her left shoulder. Based on the decorative piece I can assume she’s of the higher middle class. The multiple layers she wore presented itself like window curtains for her small frame. 

     The girl’s lips formed a soft line accompanied by a beauty mark. Her thick lashes and brows were also in the company of them. 

    The entire time she sat so still. She could have been mistaken for a statue. I don’t believe she blinked once since I met her… It was actually a little unsettling. Her body did not express a single emotion, so I couldn’t help but gasp softly when my gaze met her own. 

     Despite the rigid gaze of her eyes I could see them alight with thoughts and ideas. Her eyes flickered so fast to study something, I felt the need to flinch every time she shifted her attention. Suddenly I longed to know more about her other than her appearance. 

    Those big almond eyes, filled with such contemplative golden irises. This stranger. She was absolutely gorgeous. She belonged in a museum.

     I gingerly brought my sketch pad to my face, shielding anyone’s eyes from the red that burned it. My silly drawing did not do half the justice to the real her. 

     “I… I'm done drawing.” I mumbled, defeated. I uncrossed my legs and placed the pad upon my lap.

     The girl rose from her seat, “Alright. I’ll get going then.” 

     Her words knocked me aback, “H-huh?! Don’t you want to see what I drew?!” I exclaimed.

     Her blink fluttered, “Oh. Right. Hit me.” She shifted her feet back towards me. My embarrassment returned with her attention. 

     Waugh! Why did I say that?! Now I have to show her!

     I shyly lifted my sketch pad across the table to her. Instead of taking it in her grasp, she leaned over to examine it more clearly. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the hair that fell over her shoulders with her subtle movement. The moment lasted a few seconds but the underlying shame clawing at my mind made it feel like an eternity. 

     The girl straightened back up and that same small smile graced her face yet again, “You got an amazing attention to detail, y’know.”

     I began to protest, “Oh… Oh but my drawing doesn’t begin to truly reflect the beauty of your overall image, I just couldn’t replicate the bold look of your eyes…” 

     Nope, wrong reaction, I thought, slapping myself mentally, “D’oh! How rude of me, I mean…! I’m sorry! Thank you! Erm… you can have it! Please!” I rubbed nervously at the brooch of my robe, “Thank you so very much for letting me draw you…! You’re like a dream…!”

      A cute laugh erupted from her, causing my cheeks to burn hotter.

     She shuffled around her cloak, then extended her hand, holding something out to me. My… my grimoire?!

     My hand flew to my grimoire bag, empty! My jaw dropped, wait, hat? When did she…

     My eyes widened. 

     The girl sighed and rubbed the back of her neck with her empty hand, “Fair trade.” Eh? Eh? Eh?! 

     Too astonished to act, I watched as she took my sketch pad and replaced it with my grimoire. She then carefully tore my drawing from the pad, placing it on top of my grimoire. 

     Her eyes narrowed and smiled with her lips, her eyes glittered with amusement. I blushed. 

     “See ya, Magic Knight.” Frozen, I watched as she stepped away from the table and melted into the ongoing traffic of people, gone without a trace.

     I brought my grimoire and sketch pad to my chest in a futile attempt to calm the furious beat of my heart. I was utterly and completely mesmerized by this thief… 

     “Well… as long as you’re done getting robbed, Boismortier.” A familiar voice sounded, followed by a hand grasping my left shoulder. My jaw agape, I looked blankly at Miz Muriel that stood at my side.

     “C'mon kid, we have work to do.” My eyes widened in realization, “Calm down! You widen your eyes any further, they're gonna pop out!” Muriel sighed through her nose, “I don’t gotta tell anyone about this. You can get robbed all you want, just don’t let it happen to others, deal?”

     I nodded wildly in agreement.

     “Alright. Let’s get going then.” I rose as Muriel started off into the crowd, and followed behind quietly, my mind racing. 

     A shaky sigh left my lips, what a first mission…

#black clover #black clover oc #oc #original character #oc x canon #izel faye #rill boismortier #I am mentally unwell #thanks for reading !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[heraldofcrow]

reviving ciaranblr 🗡️🗡️🗡️ What are a few of your favorite headcanons for Lord's Blade Ciaran or the other Knights of Gwyn?

LET’S DO IT!!! 🗡️🗡️🗡️

I’m gonna do the cop-out thing with you and just drop my old backstory plan for her in headcanon/outline form because Ciaran deserves the attention 🖤🖤 (Some of our ideas are extremely similar, it’s hilarious!) (Also, sorry for how long this gets 💀).

Here, have this gif of her VA with the right hair too!!

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🗡️ Ciaran was half-human, half-god. Her mother was of Gwyn’s race and her father was one of the early pygmies. This is why she was so small and aged differently.

🗡️ Ciaran was born mid-dragon war (I share the hc) and grew up in the depths of Anor Londo, back when it was more of a walled fort instead of a peaceful city.

🗡️ She never knew her parents as a child. Her earliest memories were of destruction, war, and the threat of dragon firestorms. 

🗡️ She grew up thieving and roaming the slum streets with other lost children, always trying to survive the miserable days. 

🗡️The people she stayed with were Declan, an older, dark-haired boy that had befriended her, and Aedan, her sickly, younger brother that she fought to protect.

🗡️Aedan was her only family, and her “little fire” of hope that kept her going through hard times.

🗡️Declan was a loyal friend and very street-savvy. He taught Ciaran how to pick locks, use knives, and con merchants.

🗡️Ciaran was Declan’s stealthy scout as well. She was very acrobatic and lithe from a young age, good at scaling buildings and slipping through windows.

🗡️They thieved to save up money. Declan wanted to escape the slums and fight in the war. Ciaran just wanted to ensure Aiden’s survival. Their environment was poor for his health.

🗡️One day these three were offered a chance to escape the city depths by a smuggler who demanded pay from anyone accepting his services.

🗡️Ciaran, Declan, and Aiden went along with a group of other youths with this smuggler, near to the outer walls of the city.

🗡️He betrayed them, and left through the wall with their money. They all panicked and tried to leave. The walls were dangerous because of looming dragon attacks. 

🗡️A dragon did attack, showering the group in flame. Declan and Aiden perished, but Ciaran survived, albeit with horrible burn scars along her arms and neck. She was the only one to make it out because of her smaller size. The larger bodies shielded her.

🗡️A broken and bitter Ciaran swore revenge on the smuggler and planned to hunt him down. She became a killer then.

🗡️After years she could not find him, but her skills as both a mercenary and a thief brought her among the criminal networks.

🗡️She became a hired killer, helping rival gangs take each other down. She also became known as the Hornet after coating her knives in poison. 

🗡️More years passed, and finally her reputation became expansive enough to earn her attention from political figures.

🗡️Certain protesters of the dragon-war around Anor Londo wanted Gwyn dead. One of these found Ciaran and offered to pay her an exquisite sum if she crossed over the walls to find him and drive a blade into his throat.

🗡️She accepted and began her hunt. Her journey over the walls was tumultuous, but soon she found the silver knight barracks where the armies slept. 

🗡️Gwyn was among them. Ciaran meant to kill him in his sleep, and nearly did, but a mysterious figure stopped her.

🗡️A blue-robed assassin in a porcelain mask disarmed her. A Lord’s Blade. 

🗡️Ciaran was captured and was going to be executed, but the Blade that had stopped her put up a protest. 

🗡️The woman explained that Ciaran’s skill and reputation was not something to be taken lightly. Her skills could be useful.

🗡️Gwyn agreed, and demanded that Ciaran be made to become a Lord’s Blade under close supervision. Betrayal would mean instant death. 

🗡️This is where Ciaran’s new arc began

🗡️She was forced into the group, and trained rigorously, initially against her will. 

🗡️Her leader, Keira, was a strict disciplinarian and trained the women assassins to be ruthless warriors, obeying Gwyn’s every order. 

🗡️Ciaran was better than all of her peers and excelled, earning a place at Keira’s side. 

🗡️Along this time she met Ornstein, who encouraged her to feel loyal to Gwyn’s cause, as it would save the people of the slums in Anor Londo if the war ended.

🗡️One day, the barracks were attacked by an especially volatile dragon. Many of the knights were killed and the Lord’s Blades were caught in the middle, wounded and dying.

🗡️Keira was seriously injured, but told Ciaran to help Gwyn, who was outside the camp and in a dangerous position. 

🗡️Ciaran obeyed and managed to save Gwyn’s life, along with another knight that had been with him. 

🗡️She distracted the dragon, risking her own neck to draw him away. This gave Gwyn’s firstborn time to arrive and kill the beast.

🗡️After this Keira died of her wounds, and Ciaran’s act of heroism earned her Gwyn’s undying favor. He knighted her and named her the head of the Lord’s Blades.

🗡️ The knight that had been with Gwyn, Artorias, was first introduced to Ciaran through this event, and was smitten with the beautiful, fearless assassin that had risked everything to save her lord.

🗡️ This knighting by Gwyn changed Ciaran’s life, and afterwards she was given a secret document by Ornstein that revealed the history of Gwyn’s blades.

🗡️ Ciaran learned that the Blades were Gwyn’s faithful, cloaked assassins that worked for him in the shadows and snuffed out his enemies without hesitation, whether those enemies were dragons, traitors, or political rivals.

🗡️ Finally, Ciaran learned that Keira, the former leader, had been her biological mother, and there had been a statement placed in the document from Keira herself explaining that her role as a leader had been compromised.

🗡️ Biases, breaches of emotion, and attachments were forbidden among the Lord’s Blades, but Keira had fought for Ciaran’s life upon realizing the latter was her lost daughter. Keira had believed her entire family had perished, but had been given new hope upon seeing her daughter alive.

🗡️ Ciaran then understood that her mother had saved her life and given her the chance to redeem herself as a knight of Gwyn. She owed Keira everything, and afterwards her ambitions became set in stone. She would be Gwyn’s most deadly and trustworthy knight.

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And that’s when the dragon-war ended, and the political drama began. Anor Londo was rebuilt in the Age of Fire, and Ciaran spent centuries hunting down Gwyn’s enemies with the mindset that nobody was as loyal as she—even the other knights.

She was cold and detached from the other three, usually spouting out the same reminders about how their relationship was only professional, and how if any of them betrayed Gwyn, she would kill them.

But was she really so detached? As a Lord’s Blade, she was notorious for keeping her emotions in check, but the little details, like accidentally calling Ornstein “Aedan” once or twice, or begrudgingly listening to Goughs ramblings were what revealed the subtle nature of her care.

The only one she could not understand was Artorias. At first she strongly disliked him because of his idealistic, overly-positive outlook on everything, and to make things worse, he was the only one that could see through her mask, her facade of nonchalance. This felt like a weakness to Ciaran, and so she did everything she could to push him away.

Yet it was Artorias in the end that Ciaran opened her heart to. Another story though, for another time mayhaps.

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A few small things here:

I agree that she loved flowers and gardens too!

Her favorite food was hot broth with herbs and vegetables in it.

She was a cat person that had learned to tolerate Sif.

Her favorite color was green, like her lost brother’s eyes.

Artorias reminded her of a more innocent Declan, and Ornstein was very much a brother-figure. She often thought of Gough as some kind of docile uncle.

She preferred the rainy grey days of spring to any other time.

She never knew she was half human, and thought of humans as very cynical, dark beings.

Her former reputation in Anor Londo’s slums often came back to haunt her during missions.

Ciaran did not believe in supernatural occurrences or superstitions. She was very cold and rational.

She never divulged her past or her hidden traumas, but it was difficult to hide her reactions to these things at times.

The porcelain mask was Keira’s, but Ciaran altered her own unique headpiece and robe to be more “hornet-like.”

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Ok, I’ll stop for now because I too have jumped right into fanfic territory, but as I said, Ciaran needs more focus, so I’m not ashamed 😔🥂

I want to go into her complicated relationship with Ornstein, her funny dynamic with Gough, and her deep bond with Artorias, but I’ll save that for another post, I think. I really love these four. I think they were a weird, misfit family.

Ornstein the stressed out, very tired lion-captain, Artorias the overly-excited, sunshine wolf-knight, Ciaran the cynical, very serious assassin, and Gough the chill archer-dad of the group.

Of course, this is just my interpretation, but it’s so fun to imagine all the possible dynamics 🥺

Anyway, thank you so much for letting me ramble like an insane person about my girl!! I have an old fanfiction for her outlined and ready to go in my docs that I really would like to work on again someday. That’s where I came up with all this stuff, so I appreciate you letting me talk about it again <3

Cheers!!

#sorry i went way off the rails too 🤣 #i’m doing it for ciaranblr istg #we all gotta talk about her more <33 #lord’s blade ciaran #knight artorias #hawkeye gough #dragonslayer ornstein #four knights of gwyn #asks #mutuals #dark souls

[phantomsolotour]

re-watching the batman (2022) and thinking about the ways the film illustrates that it’s The Early Days, that batman became an active vigilante only recently and isn’t firmly established yet as gotham’s caped crusader, the ultimate enemy of crime

bruce doesn’t know about the 44 below, a major mob spot. (selina assumes he does, even scoffs at him for being out of the loop.) when he goes to the iceberg lounge, the bouncers know who he is but call him a freak, laugh him out the door, could not be less intimidated. the city’s rotting from the inside out and has been for years and bruce didn’t know about any of it until the riddler put it right under his nose, and even then, how many different “rats with wings” does he think of, how many shots in the dark because he just doesn’t know enough to make a real case against anyone from the outset? 

if this is batman ten years from now, and the riddler’s like “heeheehee, a rat i see!” batman instantly has a mental list of suspects ranked from most to least likely based on recent trends in crime, intel from his network of informants and secret surveillance, connections between certain criminals that he’s observed in the past, etc. but at this point in the legend of batman, batman isn’t a legend yet, and he doesn’t know shit.

but he DOES know and instantly identify one random dude who “pushes drops on the east end,” clearly not a major player, someone gordon doesn’t recognize at all, but batman knows him. which tells us a lot about the methods he’s been using to get intel, the kind of access he has. this is a batman who still spends his nights stopping muggings and convenience store robberies, not battling supervillains; a batman who can’t infiltrate a shady club without teaming up with a thief he doesn’t even really trust. he is surviving, not thriving. baby batman. small.

another example of this comes just before the car chase, when oswald is like “hey, vengeance! you think you can come after my money? huh???” 

the penguin thinking batman is like, heisting his drug money really goes to show how much gotham has not come to recognize batman as a crime-fighter with a rigid code of ethics. with a more established batman you would never see perps thinking batman's stealing from them. batman doesn't steal! he hates stealing! but penguin doesn't know that yet, because no one really knows batman yet. 

oswald calls batman the world’s greatest detective sarcastically. batman's just this freako guy right now, a mystery, not to be trusted or relied on; he doesn't belong to the city like he someday will, when gothamites will argue with their friends in metropolis about how our dark knight could kick your boy scout’s ass.

idk i just find this time period in batman’s development really interesting. it’s not an origin story, it’s what comes next, after the novelty wears off and this is just a thing he does, has been doing. he’s on his grind, if you will. he’s working his way up, making his bones, building his resume.

he’s not a mythical figure yet, but we know that he will be, and we’re watching that mythos slowly accumulate, watching batman (and his enemies) get stronger and stronger, bigger and bigger. we know that in the future, batman will have a top-secret base for his mega-squad of superheroes, aliens, gods, wizards, etc. orbiting in space. truly epic shit. but right now, we’re watching him jump off a building (after gasping in fright, hesitating for a moment when he realizes how high up he is), crash into a bridge, then a bus, bounce across the pavement like a rubber ball, and stumble, groaning, into the darkness, before anyone can see him. he’s doing his best! but his best will get so much better.

#dc #mine #the batman #bruce wayne #also arguably penguin just means that batman is going to stop him from making money #not necessarily that he's coming to steal it #but my interpretation is funnier so i stand by it #anyway what if i just started posting all of my batman thoughts. who could stop me

[grandninjamasterren]

Once upon a time there was a boy. He was a sweet boy; such a charming and affectionate child was never seen elsewhere.

This boy was a good boy.

He was a good boy, but the droid beeps 'T7 + Jedi = Heroes'.

He was a gentle boy, but Kira said 'the Jedi should take over the Republic'.

He was a young boy, but Doc encouraged 'Enjoy the finer things in life- Everyone loves a hero'.

He was a sweet boy, but Rusk said 'victory is worth any cost'.

He was just a boy, but Scourge said 'this is destiny,' said 'it is the will of the Force'.

Tyrrelle was just fourteen when he was knighted. The Jedi Council stood around him, granting him authority towards the galaxy at large, granting him a solemn duty. They give him T7-01 to stay at his side, and he learns to be a hero.

They give him a padawan next. Kira is bright and beautiful and so much fun to be around... But she is angry and vengeful and proud and Tyrrelle is an impressionable child. He learns how to ask questions, how to slice. He also learns to cut off hands first, to disable and then kill. He learns that it is his right as a Jedi to prevail.

Doc finds him next, sly and energetic and hedonistic. Tyrrelle learns how to treat wounds and illnesses at the side of the healer. He learns to preen, to show off, to brag and flirt and flounce. He learns that he deserves finery; he is, after all, the hero.

When he finds the old soldier in the snow, he takes him in. Rusk is smart and clever and efficient and Tyrrelle learns about tactics and supply chains, he learns about the proper way to care for weapons and armor. He learns to be ruthless, learns to climb over the dead to keep the advance, learns to dispose of people once they're not useful anymore.

Scourge finds him. Lost in the dark, he saves Tyrrelle, teaches him of prophecy, of destiny and history and the inevitable. Tyrrelle learns to lead.

And with the teachings of his beloved friends in his heart, he fights the Emperor, kills the Emperor. He stands before the Jedi Council, thinking of how proud they must be of him.

Satele says 'what have you done‽'. Master Kaedan says 'the boy is dangerous', says 'make him a padawan once more'. Bengel says 'he is mine'.

T7 goes on scouting missions. Kira is reassigned. Doc goes back to Balmorra. Rusk returns to the army. Scourge remains on Tython, isolated from his former protégé.

Tyrrelle learns what he did wrong. Learns back his sweetness, learns back compassion, learns back his goodness. He can never learn back his innocence.

He can never see his friends again...

@halibellecter @nekorinnie

#star wars #swtor #swtor jedi knight #my oc #angst angst everywhere #destiny isn't always pretty

[discosonicdude]

FE OC Week - Day 4 - Tragedy

Oh boy. @fe-oc-week's day 4 prompt. Buckle up because things are going to get heavy. Spoilers for a lot of Three Houses, just to be on the safe side. Without any further ado, let's go.

So let's set things up neatly. After the Battle of Eagle & Lion in Chapter 7, Nick begins to wonder if he would be able to do better if his Crest awakened after all. Watching Crest-bearing Nobles such as Ferdinand, Felix, Lysithea, and, of course, the House Leaders all fighting tremendously with them makes Nick feel that if his Crest awakened, he could lend his aid to Edelgard even more. (This would be the basis for Nick's reasoning to join Byleth's class if they aren't teaching the Black Eagles and he hasn't been recruited yet.)

After the events of Chapter 11, should the events of Crimson Flower not be sent in motion, Nick finds himself torn between fighting alongside Edelgard or fighting against her alongside his classmates. Not just her in fact, but his brother as well. Matthew had been sent to Garreg Mach earlier by their father to help keep an eye on both the Church of Seiros and Nick, in case he goes down the wrong track. But after Edelgard reveals her intentions, Matthew leaves Garreg Mach to join the invasion forces.

After fighting off Edelgard's forces and Byleth's disappearance, Nick was captured by the Imperial forces and eventually brought to the newly crowned Emperor Edelgard so that she can give him another chance to lead House Umbris' forces and fight at her side. Depending on which class Byleth chose to teach, Nick's decision is different.

If Silver Snow has been set, Nick questions Edelgard if she had always intended to go against everyone in their class, despite the promise they had all made to reunite on the day of the Millenium Festival. With Nick's refusal to believe in her and her supposedly false promise, Edelgard orders Nick's imprisonment, leaving Matthew to lead House Umbris' forces for Edelgard's war efforts after their father retired as Count Umbris.

Nick's sadness and fury at Edelgard's actions, someone who he long admired and was willing to support, causes his powers to go out of control and awakens the Crest of the Traitor. Breaking free from his captors, he challenges Edelgard. Before the duel between the two could escalate, Hubert strikes Nick with dark magic, leaving the newly powered noble unconscious, and powerless to stop being taken away and imprisoned. Despite Hubert's suggestions, Edelgard forbids Nick to be executed.

However, two years into Nick's imprisonment, Matthew catches wind of Hubert's secret plan to execute Nick and make it look to be suicide. Therefore, Matthew sends his own scouting corps to find Nick's old classmates who each stand against the Empire to free him. The six meet on the night of Nick's execution and use the one chance they have to set him free. Despite the guards' best effort, the Black Eagles free their imprisoned friend. Upon learning of this, Hubert figures out how this all came to pass and confronts Matthew about this. Matthew is let off with a warning, as Hubert understands that House Umbris has no one else that can lead them if Matthew were to be removed and their forces would be needed for her majesty's efforts.

Despite being freed by his old classmates, Nick's outlook has become bleak. Now that the Crest of the Traitor has awakened, he refuses the help of any of them and goes into hiding. Figuring that it would be the last place anyone would look for him, Nick sets up a hideout in a cavern near Ailell, the Valley of Torment. Nick remains here day by day for three years, until the day that he and the rest of his class had promised to reunite at Garreg Mach. Reuniting with his classmates, the Knights of Seiros, and Byleth who had returned after vanishing during Edelgard's initial invasion of Garreg Mach, Nick joins the Resistance Army and stands against the Empire. Though he dreads the day he must fight his brother and Edelgard, Nick refuses to stand by and lose what he holds dear fighting alongside the Resistance Army.

Winding back a bit, if Byleth had chosen to teach the Golden Deer or the Blue Lions, Nick believes that with them gone, he doesn't see much point in returning to either of them and chooses to side with Edelgard and lead House Umbris. When they learn that the Kingdom/Alliance have occupied Garreg Mach, Nick leads House Umbris' forces, and joins up with General Randolph's own forces, to take it back. In spite of their best efforts, their forces are routed and Randolph is killed. After having escaped, Nick is angered that he couldn't do anything to take back Garreg Mach and prevent Randolph's death. Had Nick not been recruited into the other houses, he decides to resort to drastic measures and readies House Umbris' Heroes Relic, Soul Eater, to take into their next battle, despite Nick's fractured Crest.

A few months later, a massive battle takes place at Gronder Field between the Empire, Kingdom and the Alliance. Nick takes part in this battle, with Soul Eater potentially in hand. If defeated in this battle and he was recruited to one of the other houses, Nick can be recruited to the Kingdom/Alliance army or be killed outright. If he does join them, Nick's crest is awakened to the Crest of the Traitor, since he was extremely saddened about going against Edelgard. However, if Nick wasn't recruited to either the Blue Lions or Golden Deer, Nick's outcome ends up much, much worse.

If he is defeated with Soul Eater in hand, he refuses to relent and attempts to fight again. But because his Crest hasn't properly awakened, he is corrupted by Soul Eater's power and is turned into a Demonic Beast. The corrupted Nick, now a Chaos Beast, retains some manner of sense he once had and escapes after being forced back. Watching what happened to one of her trusted allies, Edelgard is saddened by these turns of events and, after having returned to Enbarr, orders Hubert to send a small amount of forces to find the Chaos Beast and destroy it.

After learning what happened to his brother and the Empire's plans to be rid of him, Matthew decides to take matters into his own hands and contacts the Kingdom/Alliance at Garreg Mach and cuts a deal with them. If they joined Matthew to destroy the Chaos Beast and at least let Nick die surrounded by his friends rather than mercilessly destroyed by the Empire, then House Umbris would join the Kingdom/Alliance army. (This would take place in a Paralogue that stays open between Chapter 18 and the main mission of Chapter 19 of Verdant Wind or Chapter 21 of Azure Moon.) Locating the Chaos Beast at Ailell, Matthew and the Kingdom/Alliance Army strike down the Chaos Beast, and Nick returns to his sense long enough to lament his actions and entrusts them to put a stop to Edelgard.

Back to Silver Snow or Azure Moon/Verdant Wind if Nick was recruited, Nick fights alongside the Rebel/Kingdom/Alliance army to defeat the Empire. Eventually, they invade Enbarr and fight to put a stop to Edelgard. Matthew stands alongside Hubert as Edelgard's last line of defence and is killed in the ongoing battle. After Edelgard's death, Nick is extremely saddened that he had to kill the two most important people in his life. Eventually after the war ended, Nick decides that enough was enough and leaves Fodlan. Feeling that all of his memories of Fodlan are bad ones, Nick wants to leave and start a new life elsewhere. No longer wanting his descendants to suffer from his family's history, he disbands House Umbris, with the fallen Count being the last heir.

#fe3h #fire emblem #fe oc week

[rubys-domain]

Personal Enstars Event Roadmap (Made By A 2winkP)

🚃 SS Arc／6th Stage Sanctuary (Tour Event)

5★ Wataru Hibiki | fine | Pf

5★ Tomoya Mashiro | ra*bits | Da

🔖 Fruitful OCTOBER (Scout) (11/24/2023 →25)

5★ (Awaiting the Day of Harvest) Yuta Aoi | Da

EXCEED - Eden (- 11/20/2023)

(11/21/2023 - 11/~26/2023)

🚃 SS Arc／7th Stage Sudden Death (Tour Event) (10/15/2021 - 10/23/2021) (11-26-2023 - 12-04-2023)

5★ Kohaku Oukawa | Double Face | Pf | Glitter Pf

5★ Tsukasa Suou | Knights | Da | Brilliant Da

(12/5/2023 - 12/10/2024)

4 unrelated events

Gekkou Kitan - Akatsuki (10/31/2021 - 11/08/2021) (12/10/2023 - 12/18/2023)

5★ (Moon of Fresh Blood) Keito Hasumi | Akatsuki | Vo | Glitter Vo | N/A

4★ (Blood Tide of the Moon) Souma Kanzaki | Akatsuki | IR Total 57,236

(12/19/2023 - 12/24/2023)

FORBIDDEN RAIN - Undead (11/15/2021 - 11/23/2021) (12/24/2023 - 1/1/2024)

5★ (Beast and Ambassador) Adonis Otogari | Undead | Da | Sparkle Da↑ | Large Red Gem Drops

4★ (Beast and Artist) Koga Oogami | Undead | IR Total 57,369

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(1/2/2024 - 1/~6 7/2024)

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Nekketsu☆Ryusei Ninpouchou - Ryuseitai (11/30/2021 - 12/8/2021) (1/7/2024 - 1/15/2024)

5★ (Ninpou, Modern-ize) Shinobu Sengoku | Ryuseitai | Vo | Sparkle Vo↑ | All Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Ninpou, Hardworking-ism) Tetora Nagumo | Ryuseitai | IR Total 56,364

4★ (Ninpou, Yuru-style) Midori Takamine | Ryuseitai | IR Total 58,577

(1/16/2024 - 1/20/2024)

Noir Neige - La Mort (Ritsu, Rei, Nagisa, Mayoi, Kohaku) (12/15/2021 - 12/23/2021) (1/21/2024 - 1/29/2024)

5★ (Eternal Reaper) Ritsu Sakuma | Knights | Da | Glitter Total↑ | Large Red Gem Drops

4★ (Freezing Reaper) Mayoi Ayase | Alkaloid | IR Total 58,520

4★ (Half-Reaper Boy) Kohaku Oukawa | Crazy:B | IR Total 56,752

(1/30/2024 - 2/~5/2024)

🚃 SS Arc／Final Stage SS (Large-scale Tour Event) (12/31/2021 - 1/8/2022) (2/~6/2024 - 2/~13/2024)

5★ (Red that Sings for the Advent of Morning) Eichi Tenshouin | fine | Pf | Brilliant Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

5★ (Red that Pierces Through the Clouds) Tori Himemiya | fine | Da | Flash Da↑ | N/A

5★ (White that Sings for the Break of Dawn) Nagisa Ran | Eden | Pf | Flash Pf↑ | N/A

5★ (White that Illuminates the Darkness) Hiyori Tomoe | Eden | Vo | Sparkle Total↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Sky-Clearing Red) Wataru Hibiki | fine | IR Total 55,405

4★ (Meditating Red) Yuzuru Fushimi | fine | IR Total 55,854

4★ (Sprouting White) Ibara Saegusa | Eden | IR Total 57,227

Feathers of Ark - fine

Deep Eclipse - Eden

(2/~14/2024 - 2/~21/2024)

🔖 Hinata Feature Scout (Scout) (01/10/2022 - 01/25/2022) (2/~22/2024 - 3/~8/2024)

5★ (Colors Mixed Together) Hinata Aoi | Da

3★ (Gamer Pride) Yuta Aoi

Finder Girl - Trickstar (01/15/22 - 01/23/22) (2/~21/2024 - 2/~29/2024)

5★ (Reminiscing on the Four Seasons) Mao Isara | Trickstar | Pf | Glitter Pf↑ | All Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Snapshotting the Four Seasons) Makoto Yuuki | Trickstar | IR Total 58,748

(3/~1/2024 - 3/~7/2024)

1 unrelated event

Believe 4 leaves - Alkaloid (01/31/22 - 02/08/22) (3/~7/2024 - 3/~14/2024)

5★ (Phantom Ship of Hope) Mayoi Ayase | Alkaloid | Vo | Sparkle Total↑ | All Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Phantom Ship of Dreams) Aira Shiratori | Alkaloid | IR Total 58,881

(3/~15/2024 - 3/~21/2024)

Chocolat♥Love Letter Covered in Hearts* (Unit Event) (2/15/2022 - 2/23/2022) (3/~21/2024 - 3/29/2024)

5★ (Heartfelt Love Letter) Yuta Aoi | Pf | Sparkle Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Authentic Love Letter) Hinata Aoi | IR Total 58,671

Swee2wink Love Letter - 2wink

*+ Valentine's Day Campaign...? idk unclear if it already happened or not from the wiki

(3/~30/2024 - 4/~5/2024)

1 unrelated event

Brilliant Smile - Switch (2/28/2022 - 3/8/2022) (

5★ (Steadfast Carat) Tsumugi Aoba | Switch | Vo | Brilliant Vo↑ | N/A

4★ (Skilled Carat) Sora Harukawa | Switch | IR Total 55,405

FUSION LIVE: Crazy:B × 2wink (Mini Event) (3/9/2022 - 3/14/2022)

1 unrelated event

Acanthe - Valkyrie (03/15/2022 - 03/23/2022)

5★ (Sealed Display of Specimens) Mika Kagehira | Valkyrie | Da | Flash Da↑ | Large Red Gem Drops

Ensemble Tag Team Mission Run 1 (Campaign) (3/15/2022 - 4/18/2022)

5★ (Tag Team Challenge) Yuta Aoi | Da | Brilliant Total↑

First Bloom＊A Spring Evening's Brief Respite (Unit Event) (03/31/2022 - 04/08/2022)

3★ (Evening Song) Hinata Aoi

No name yet - Double Face

5★ (Cherry Blossom-Colored Evening) Kohaku Oukawa | Crazy:B | Da | Brilliant Da↑ | N/A

🔖 Puffy☆Bunny (Scout) (04/15/2022 - 04/23/2022)

5★ (Sunny Bunny) Hinata Aoi | 2wink | Pf | Flash Total↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

Paradigm Reversi! - Puffy☆Bunny (Wataru, Hinata, Mika, Hiiro, Shinobu)

5★ (Lively Bunny) Wataru Hibiki | fine | Pf | Sparkle Pf↑ | All Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Smiley Bunny) Shinobu Sengoku | Ryuseitai | IR Total 58,416

Ensemble Tag Team Mission Run 2 (Campaign) (4/28/2022 - 5/31/2022)

5★ (Tag Team Challenge) Yuta Aoi | 2wink | Da | Brilliant Total↑

🔖 Band BB (Scout) (04/29/22 - 05/14/22)

4★ (Singing Keyboardist) Yuta Aoi

3★ (Harmonizing Bassist) Hinata Aoi

5★ (Howling Guitarist) Koga Oogami | Undead | Pf | Glitter Pf ↑ | Combo

Reminiscence＊The Obbligato Played by Iridescence (Tour Event) (04/30/2022 - 05/08/2022)

5★ (Shards of a Brilliant Display) Tatsumi Kazehaya | Alkaloid | Da | Glitter Total ↑ | N/A

5★ (Shards of a Desired Brilliance) HiMERU | Crazy:B | Pf | Flash Pf ↑ | N/A

3 unrelated events

Daydream×Reality - Trickstar (5/15/2022 - 5/23/2022)

5★ (Games and IRL) Makoto Yuuki | Trickstar | Pf | Brilliant Pf↑ | All Yellow Gem Drops

Sustain Memories - Undead (05/31/2022 - 06/08/2022)

5★ (Bride of Blessings) Kaoru Hakaze | Undead | Vo | Glitter Vo↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Warm Bride) Adonis Otogari | Undead | IR Total 57,107

Natsudori no Uta -Summer Bird- - Akatsuki (06/15/2022 - 06/23/2022)

5★ (The Aspiring Star-in-Waiting) Souma Kanzaki | Akatsuki | Vo | Glitter Vo↑ | All Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Ever-Watching Moon) Keito Hasumi | Akatsuki | IR Total 54,812

Ensemble Tag Team Mission Run 3 (Campaign) (6/24/2022 - 7/9/2022)

5★ (Tag Team Challenge) Yuta Aoi | Da | Brilliant Total↑

🚃 Yumenosaki Divided／The Tanabata Festival that Bridges Hope (Tour Event) (06/30/2022 - 07/08/2022)

5★ (Gazing upon the Tanabata Sky) Adonis Otogari | Undead | Vo | Flash Total↑ | N/A

5★ (Wishing upon the Tanabata Sky) Arashi Narukami | Knights | Da | Brilliant Da↑ | IDOL PIECE DROP RATE

4★ (Shouting Song during Tanabata) Koga Oogami | Undead | IR Total 55,405

4★ (A Night to Enjoy Tanabata) Ritsu Sakuma | Knights | IR Total 55,840

🔖 Polka Dots (Scout) (7/14/2022 - 7/29/2022)

4★ (Polka Dot Heart) Hinata Aoi

Romancing Cruise - Switch (7/15/2022 - 7/23/2022)

5★ (Cruise of Encounters) Natsume Sakasaki | Switch | Vo | Sparkle Vo↑ | N/A

4★ (Cruise of Planning) Tsumugi Aoba | Switch | IR Total 57,597

1 unrelated event

Coruscate Breeze - Knights (7/31/2022 - 8/8/2022)

5★ (Sunshine in a Foreign Country) Leo Tsukinaga | Knights | Pf | Glitter Pf↑ | All Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Contest in the Sunshine) Izumi Sena | Knights | IR Total 58,898

🚃 Battle of Yumenosaki! The Sports Festival to Declare Your Presence (Tour Event) (8/15/2022 - 8/23/2022)

5★ (Bewildered Sports Festival) Aira Shiratori | Alkaloid | Vo | Sparkle Total↑ | EXP Ticket Drop Rate

5★ (Optimistic Sports Festival) Tomoya Mashiro | ra*bits | Pf | Brilliant Pf↑ | N/A

4★ (Sports Festival Plans) Makoto Yuuki | Trickstar | IR Total 56,389

4★ (Sports Festival Specialty) Sora Harukawa | Switch | IR Total 56,597

3★ (Advantageous Sports Festival) Yuta Aoi

1 unrelated event

FIST OF SOUL - Butou-kai (Kuro, Madara, Jun, Tetora, Adonis) (8/31/2022 - 9/8/2022)

5★ (Flame Within the Fist) Kuro Kiryu | Akatsuki | Pf | Sparkle Pf↑ | All Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Fighting Spirit's Flame) Tetora Nagumo | Ryuseitai | IR Total 57,250

4★ (Gallant Flame) Adonis Otogari | Undead | IR Total 57,831

COVER SONG SERIES: Switch & 2wink with Hatsune Miku & Kagamine Rin・Len (Mini Event) (9/9/2022 - 9/14/2022)

3★ (Tell Your Song) Hinata Aoi

3★ (Tell Your Rhythm) Yuta Aoi

(ik eng isn't getting this, i just put it here anyway for torture to see wtf else is going to happen at the date this is supposed to happen)

🔖 MIRAGE (Scout) (9/14/2022 - 9/30/2022)

5★ (A Figure Like a Mirage) Yuta Aoi | Vo | Glitter Total↑ | All Blue Gem Drops

3★ (Mirage and Hesitation) Hinata Aoi

VERMILION - Alkaloid (9/15/2022 - 9/23/2022)

5★ (Determined Card) Hiiro Amagi | Alkaloid | Da | Flash Da↑ | Large Red Gem Drops

4★ (Observing Card) Mayoi Ayase | Alkaloid | IR Total 58,192

🚃 Wandering Yumenosaki／School Trip to the Mainland! (Tour Event) (9/30/2022 - 10/8/2022)

5★ (Land and Continent) Midori Takamine | Ryuseitai | Da | Glitter Da↑ | Interesting Live Skill | Large Red Gem Drops

5★ (Land and Sun) Mitsuru Tenma | Ra*bits | Vo | Sparkle Total↑ | IDOL PIECE DROP RATE

4★ (Land and Journey) Tetora Nagumo | Ryuseitai | IR Total 57,295

4★ (Land and Foreign Country) Hajime Shino | Ra*bits | IR Total 55,863

3★ (Separated Land) Hinata Aoi

2 unrelated events

Ghostic Treat House - fine (10/15/2022 - 10/23/2022)

5★ (Ghostic Phenomenon) Yuzuru Fushimi | fine | Pf | Glitter Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Ghostic Experience) Tori Himemiya | fine | IR Total 56,763

Helter-Spider - Crazy:B (10/31/2022 - 11/8/2022)

5★ (Panic-Stricken Spider) Kohaku Oukawa | Crazy:B | Vo | Flash Total↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Sweet Spider) Niki Shiina | Crazy:B | IR Total 57,222

🔖 BLEND+ (Scout) (11/14/2022 - 11/29/2022)

4★ (Easygoing Blend) Yuta Aoi

5★ (Specialty Blend) Shu Itsuki | Valkyrie | Vo | Brilliant Vo↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

Heart aid Cafeteria - BLEND+ (11/15/2022 - 11/23/2022)

5★ (Affectionate Blend) Tsumugi Aoba | Switch | Da | Sparkle Da↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Relaxation Blend) Koga Oogami | Undead | IR Total 57,382

🚃 Vowing Yumenosaki／The Final Mystery and StarFes (Tour Event) (11/30/2022 - 12/8/2022)

5★ (StarFes of Bonds) Shinobu Sengoku | Ryuseitai | Da | Flash Da↑ | EXP Ticket Drop Rate

5★ (StarFes of Mystery) Mayoi Ayase | Alkaloid | Vo | Brilliant Vo↑ | N/A

4★ (Compassion and StarFes) Souma Kanzaki | Akatsuki | IR Total 57,165

4★ (Magic and StarFes) Natsume Sakasaki | Switch | IR Total 55,841

6 unrelated events

Have you been naughty or nice? - Flambé! (12/15/2022 - 12/23/2022)

5★ (Igniting Motivation) Rinne Amagi | Crazy:B | Da | Flash Total↑ | Large Red Gem Drops

4★ (Flame that Ignites Sensitivity) Yuzuru Fushimi | fine | IR Total 57,451

HELLO, NEW YEAR! - MaM (12/31/2022 - 1/8/2023)

5★ (Scenery of New Color) Madara Mikejima | MaM | Pf | Glitter Pf↑ | All Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Scenery of Colored Memories) Arashi Narukami | Knights | IR Total 56,317

Harenohi Sugar Wave - Ra*bits (1/15/2023 -mde 1/23/2023)

5★ (Off to my Future Self!) Hajime Shino | Ra*bits | Pf | Sparkle Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Off to Search Possibilities) Nazuna Nito | Ra*bits | IR Total 55,486

Colors Arise - Ryuseitai (1/31/2023 - 2/8/2023)

5★ (Unlimited Power Struggle) Tetora Nagumo | Ryuseitai | Pf | Flash Pf↑ | All Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Unlimited Effort) Shinobu Sengoku | Ryuseitai | IR Total 57,322

4★ (Unlimited United Front) Chiaki Morisawa | Ryuseitai | IR Total 57,066

Melting Rouge Soul - Adam (2/15/2023 - 2/23/2023)

Ruby Love - Eve

5★ (A Fragment of Fixation) Ibara Saegusa | Eden | Vo | Sparkle Vo↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

Meikyuu Denshi Kairou - Valkyrie (2/28/2023 - 3/8/2023)

5★ (Creator of Machina) Mika Kagehira | Valkyrie | Vo | Glitter Vo↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

🚃 Beyond Turbulent Dreams／A Graduation Standing With You (Tour Event) (3/15/2023 - 3/23/2023)

5★ (Passion Beyond Dreams) Hokuto Hidaka | Trickstar | Pf | Glitter Total↑ | IDOL JEWEL DROP RATE

5★ (Brilliance Beyond Dreams) Subaru Akehoshi | Trickstar | Vo | Sparkle Vo↑ | Interesting Live Skill | N/A

4★ (Data Beyond Dreams) Makoto Yuuki | Trickstar | IR Total 56,016

4★ (Trust Beyond Dreams) Mao Isara | Trickstar | IR Total 57,635

Expression of Gratitude! The Ebb and Flow of the Big Ocean (Unit Event) (3/31/2023 - 4/8/2023)

5★ (Challenging the Big Ocean) Hinata Aoi | Vo | Sparkle Total↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Crossing the Big Ocean) Yuta Aoi

🚃 Origin★Singing the Starry Sky Altered (Tour Event) (4/15/2023 - 4/23/2023)

5★ (The Origin of Desire) Rei Sakuma | Undead | Da | Brilliant Da↑ | Interesting Live Skill | Large Red Gem Drops

5★ (The Origin of Legend) Eichi Tenshouin | fine | Vo | Glitter Vo↑ | EXP Ticket Drop Rate

4★ (The Origin of Change) Kanata Shinkai | Ryuseitai | IR Total 56,794

4★ (The Origin of Mastery) Nagisa Ran | Eden | IR Total 55,808

Twilight Pentagram - Altered (Five Eccentrics)

Dawning Angels - fine-O (past fine)

1 unrelated event

Or the Beautiful Golden Drop - Knights (4/30/2023 - 5/8/2023)

5★ (Mad Party Where Dreams Come True) Izumi Sena | Knights | Pf | Brilliant Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Watching Over the Mad Party) Leo Tsukinaga | Knights | IR Total 57,146

4★ (Stirring up the Mad Party) Ritsu Sakuma | Knights | IR Total 56,641

🚃 Bridegroom Training?／Wedding March! (Tour Event) (5/15/2023 - 5/23/2023)

5★ (Burning Bridegroom Training) Chiaki Morisawa | Ryuseitai | Da | Sparkle Total↑ | EXP Tickets Drop Rate

5★ (Determining Bridegroom Training) Jun Sazanami | Eden | Pf | Flash Pf↑ | Interesting Live Skill | N/A

4★ (Heartening Bridegroom Training) Nagisa Ran | Eden | IR Total 57,120

3 unrelated events

Crazy Anthem - Crazy:B (5/31/2023 - 6/8/2023)

5★ (Number Carrying a Dream) Rinne Amagi | Crazy:B | Pf | Sparkle Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Number of an Unreasonable Demand) HiMERU | Crazy:B | IR Total 57,118

Parallel Maze - Ra*bits (6/15/2023 - 6/23/2023)

5★ (Genuine Possibility) Tomoya Mashiro | Ra*bits | Pf | Glitter Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Greatest Possibility) Mitsuru Tenma | Ra*bits | IR Total 57,192

RELAX PARADISE - Ryuseitai (6/30/2023 - 7/8/2023)

5★ (Yuru Star Paradise) Midori Takamine | Ryuseitai | Pf | Brilliant Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Individuality Paradise) Shinobu Sengoku | Ryuseitai | IR Total 57,753

4★ (Reborn Paradies) Kanata Shinkai | Ryuseitai | IR Total 56,717

🚃 Cooking Showdown／Drifting? Island (Tour Event) (7/15/2023 - 7/23/2023)

5★ (Pursuit Island) Niki Shiina | Crazy:B | Vo | Flash Vo↑ | Interesting Live Skill | N/A

5★ (Acquisition Island) Nazuna Nito | Ra*bits | Pf | Glitter Pf↑ | EXP Ticket Drop Rate

4★ (Rivaling Island) Mao Isara | Trickstar | IR Total 56,433

4★ (Wise Planning Island) Rei Sakuma | Undead | IR Total 57,119

3★ (Miscalculation Island) Hinata Aoi

3 unrelated events

Bye-Bye Buddy - Double Face (7/31/2023 - 8/8/2023)

5★ (Guardian of Dawn) Madara Mikejima | MaM | Pf | Brilliant Total↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Guardian of the Way Home) Kohaku Oukawa | Crazy:B | IR Total 57,152

Dreaming Ocean - fine (8/15/2023 - 8/23/2023)

5★ (Crown of the Blue Sea) Tori Himemiya | fine | Vo | Flash Vo↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Clown of the Blue Sea) Wataru Hibiki | fine | IR Total 57,174

Le temps des fleurs - Valkyrie (8/31/2023 - 9/8/2023)

5★ (Speaking Love Story) Shu Itsuki | Valkyrie | Pf | Flash Total↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Speaking Artist) Mika Kagehira | Valkyrie | IR Total 57,194

🚃 Riddle・Solution／Escape Mansion (Tour Event) (9/15/2023 - 9/23/2023)

5★ (Moonlight Escape) Koga Oogami | Undead | Vo | Flash Vo↑ | IDOL JEWEL DROP RATE

5★ (Victory Escape) Tsukasa Suou | Knights | Da | Sparkle Da↑ | Interesting Live Skill | Large Red Gem Drops

4★ (Quick-Wit Escape) Midori Takamine | Ryuseitai | IR Total 57,103

4★ (Temptation Escape) Kaoru Hakaze | Undead | IR Total 56,554

Two Sides◆2×2 of Lies And Truth (Climax Event) (9/30/2023 - 10/8/2023)

5★ (The Back Road to Center Stage) Yuta Aoi | Pf | Flash Pf↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

4★ (Presenting Secret Tricks) Hinata Aoi | 57,142

Love×me⇄monsteR - 2wink

Banquet Beneath the Clouded Moon (Scout) (10/14/2023 - 10/30/2023)

3★ (Banquet of Reflecting Everyday Life) Yuta Aoi

UNDYING HOLY LOVE - Alkaloid (10/15/2023 - 10/23/2023)

5★ (Eternal Holistic) Tatsumi Kazehaya | Alkaloid | Pf | Sparkle Total↑ | Large Yellow Gem Drops

An Earnest Swordfight／Chanbara Night (Tour Event) (10/31/2023 - 11/8/2023)

5★ (Earnest Chanbara Night) Mao Isara | Pf | Flash Pf↑ | Interesting Live Skill | N/A

5★ (Moonlight Chanbara Night) Ritsu Sakuma | Vo | Sparkle Vo↑ | EXP Ticket Drop Rate

4★ (True Ability Chanbara Night) Yuzuru Fushimi | fine | IR Total 56,488

Split Paths＊The Admired Figure and Flashback (Unit Event) (11/15/2023 - 11/23/2023)

5★ (Path of Ascertaining) Rei Sakuma | Undead | Vo | Glitter Vo↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Unwavering Path) Koga Oogami | Undead | IR Total 57,150

Sublimation＊The Grand Stage of the Rumbling Heavens and Earth (Unit Event) (11/30/2023 - 12/8/2023)

5★ (Grand Stage Under the Heavens) Keito Hasumi | Akatsuki | Vo | Sparkle Vo↑ | Large Blue Gem Drops

4★ (Grand Stage Filled With the Heavens) Kuro Kiryu | fine | IR Total 57,164

#⇢₊˚⊹ 🩷∥ruby∥yo，ide yo !! #... i think that's all? #idk there seems to be so many events on the wiki but idk if the rest are from the really old game or if they're coming back in music someho #also. this unit will be the death of me #WHY DO THEIR THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN RIGHT NEXT TO TOUR EVENTS #and if not tour events it's back-to-back-to-back of scoutage #little rascals is what they are #(i kinda made it harder on myself for including 4 stars and 3 stars. but i don't want to not include them so i'm just gonna sit and suffer) #i'm also gonna have to do my own calculations for when these events might happen #at least for the ones that are very far in the future since the countdown account on twitter only covers the next five events at a time

[fluffypotatey]

What do your squires look like?

oooooooh! gotta be honest i haven't exactly thought too hard about the little squires' features so here we go:

Lucan - man's is tall (give or take 6' 5"/ 195.5 cm), nice bronze tan, curly brown hair and brown eyes, and since he trains under Leon, the man's muscles are toned and defined

Roland - trained under Percival first before deciding to become Merlin's squire (if i didn't say this before, imma say it now); she's not that tall (maybe 5'5" or 5'3"/ 162-167cm) but she can and will take you out despite the size disadvantage (she actually like the challenge her height bring to combat); kept her hair relatively short on the beginning b/c she was trying to impersonate a boy in order to be a knight but as the years went on, her being a girl was like the citadel's worst kept secret (other than Merlin's magic of course) so she let herself grow it out; she typically has her hair up b/c it'd get in the way otherwise; hair is a curly/bushy black and on days where there's humidity, it will friz up and look more like a bird's nest; dark skin with scars from training and missions she's done and calloused hands from honing in her skills with her axe

Feirefiz - just like his knight counterpart from Arthurian legend, the man has Vitiligo; he is Percival's half brother so they share similar qualities to each other such as their height, their muscular build, their love of not wanting sleeves, and their facial reactions; man's got brown eyes that can see into your soul and despite the rigorous training Percival puts his squires through, his hands feel gentle as he holds you

Andred - either he's the son of Tristan and Isolde or just a nephew is unclear to the rest of Camelot but that's unimportant. what's important is that he will have similar feature to them. so think yellow blond hair, tall-ish (6ft/183cm), pale skin with a farmer's tan, green eyes, and even toned muscles courtesy of Elyan's training

Nathan - one of the noble born squires (and loved to mention that near the beginning of his squire days); sleek, black hair; pale skin and freckles that cover his cheeks (and sometimes his arms if the sun is out for too long); keeps his hair short because it's easier to maintain; also evenly toned thanks to Elyan's training; dunno if i want his eyes blue, gray, or brown

Dagonet - dark skin, black hair, even tone muscles; brown eyes like of the earth; prefers to wear clothes without sleeves; loves teasing his squire buddies (especially Nathan since they're rivals and all and it's fun seeing the blue blood squirm)

Bedivere aka Beddy aka Beds aka Baby - also a blue blood but he's the baby of the group so no one hounds on him like with Nathan; how he started: wide-eyed and innocent ready to face the world just like beginning adventurers who lived sheltered lives before him; how he's doing: learned what it's like to commit crimes, loves it a little too much and has seen the effects war has on people; hasn't hit his growth spurt yet so his height is similar to Roland; brown hair, pale skin (will burn) with freckles that only show up if out in the sun for some time; trains under Gwaine and is surprisingly (to others) versatile in many different types of combat skills

Bors - idk what this man looks like but think buff, big, and a softie; worships the ground lancelot walks on; lives by his training regimen

Galahad - similar build to Lancelot to the point that some believe the two to be related and Galahad being a boy scout is no help to that assumption; they aren't related in this interpretation tho so that's all you're getting; long wavy hair that goes as far as his shoulders; keeps it well groomed and shiny much to everyone's surprise (gwaine taught him)

loholt - dark hair, tan, went from lean to buff, not super tall but tall (5'8"/172cm); keeps druid customs and stuff

ok so that's what i came up with hope y'all enjoyed it! <3

#*jazz hands* there we go! #some physical descriptions #this is how i perceive them hope this helps #also i am furthering the brown eyes agenda because they're pretty and i love them #if i forgot one of them shame on me but i woke up an hour ago and that's my excuse #you can see where my brain decided to steamroll ahead despite my energy falling lol #bbc merlin #headcanons #squires of the round table #knights of the round table #my little squires <3 #thanks for the ask!

[not100bees]

I also think more superheroes should have epithets. Cuz again it's really only Superman (Who is just lousy with them. The big blue boy scout. The man of tomorrow. The Man of steel. The metropolis kid.) Batman (The caped crusader. The dark Knight. The world's greatest detective.) The flash (The crimson comet. The Scarlet speedster. The fastest man alive.) And Spider-Man. (Wallcrawler. Spidey.)