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irisintheafterglow · 5 months

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OKAY A FELLOW SWIFTY I SEE

Okay here me out I need to express this with another SWIFTY

ALL THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE IS SO GOJO X READER CODED!!

Gege confirmed gojo was canon a player right??

He’s all about fuckboy life but THEN then he meets you and is so inlove he becomes so domestic and just <333

I NEEDED TO SHARE THIS WITH ANOTHER SWOFTY FOR YEARS OKAY THANKS BYE

every dead end street led you straight to me

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cw/tags: established relationship, first meeting, creepy guy at a club but he doesn't get very far because of unofficial bodyguard™ satoru, mostly just fluff and taylor references, little fun surprise at the very end in case it wasn't tooth-rotting enough

note: hi anon!!! first off, i'm so sorry this took so long to complete; i literally love aotgylb and so i was a little stumped for how to write this because it's just,,,,so him. i love him. i love taylor. i hope you love this lol. enjoy!!!

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“I really wish I found you sooner.”

“How so?”

“I wouldn’t have needed all that dumb shit with other girls if I knew you were waiting for me. All the lame fights, feeling alone even when I wake up next to someone. That dumb shit.”

“Who said I wasn’t doing dumb shit too?” You look at him with a sleepy smile, warm despite the biting chill of the early morning air. "You couldn't fathom how many boys I was crying in the bathroom about."

"Do you remember their names?"

"Of course not." While you press against the personal heater that is your boyfriend, the long-awaited sunlight starts to touch the very tips of the mountains before you. “You remember my first boyfriend, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yeah. The one from Kyoto that dropped out ‘cause he couldn’t stand being weaker than his partner,” he recalls. “He’s also the ugliest of your exes; it’s hard to forget him when I almost exorcized him before I met you.” You burst out laughing at the memory and a puff of your breath appears in front of your face. Satoru follows suit, exhaling a long breath and making boyish dragon noises. “See, aren’t I so much better?”

“Yes love, no one can compete with your dragon impressions,” you tease. With a shiver, you wrap your coat tighter around your body. “I won’t lie, though. My ass is freezing.”

“I was just about to say that,” he agrees, shifting uncomfortably on the stone bench. Even with the several layers of thermal long sleeves, jackets, and gloves, the winter weather seemed adamant on giving you frostbite. “Remind me to never suggest a sunrise hike ever again.”

“But isn’t it romantic? Freezing our asses off and shit-talking our exes?”

“I would not enjoy this if I was with anyone else,” he concludes. “That’s all I’ll say about that.”

“Fine, then go back to that other thing, the one about finding me sooner.”

“Oh, that?” He pauses for a moment, jutting his lips to the side in deep thought. Spots of gold start to catch on his bright white hair, strikingly similar to the snow crunching under your boots. “I was just thinking how much time I wouldn’t have wasted if I simply found you sooner.”

“What do you mean, ‘found me?’”

“I was searching for someone, you know, and I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you.” The corner of his mouth quirks as a memory pops into his mind. “Even though you hated me.”

“I did not hate you,” you argue in vain since you did, in fact, hate him when you first met him. In need of a new partner after your boyfriend (the ugly one, Satoru notes) fell ill the night before a mission, you considered feigning sickness yourself when you saw who the higher ups assigned. It was easier, logistically, to slap on the most powerful asset they had on a mission where a sorcerer dropped out, but it didn’t make him any less annoying when he picked you up at the airport. It was before the days of his current blindfold, when he wrapped strips of white linen over his eyes during the times he opted for no sunglasses. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t unnerve you, the way he navigated through the airport crowds as if his vision wasn’t impeded in the slightest. The aura that he emanated was intimidating and one of sheer power, but the goofy smile and melodic voice contradicted any assumptions you made about the strongest being alive.

“Gojo Satoru?”

“That’s me. I like it when you say my name,” he drawls and you make a quiet gagging noise in your throat.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” you say, walking in a random direction where you hope the driver is parked. To your embarrassment, you turn around to see him standing in the same spot, a smug grin on his face and a thumb pointing in the opposite direction. “I thought I read the lot was this way,” you mutter in irritation while he falls into step next to you.

“Oh, it was,” he affirms and you stop mid-stride. The shit-eating expression on his face only grows wider when he senses your increasing annoyance. “But there’s a dango stand over here and you look like you could use a snack.” He was right, of course, but you didn’t admit it until much later in your relationship. The first twelve hours with him were painfully awkward, to say the least. You shoved dango in your mouth to avoid answering any questions about yourself and stared out the dark window of the car while he snuck glances at you in the backseat. After dropping your stuff at the hotel and slipping into nicer clothes, you walk out onto the crowded street to find Satoru waiting in a sleek-looking suit that would have the girls back home fainting on the spot. He opens the door with a flirty remark that you immediately tune out and you recheck the Cursed Tools in your clutch while he slides into the seat beside you.

“You know your role?”

“I’m a wealthy businessman gunning for the weapon with the blue handle,” he states confidently.

“Green handle, not blue.”

“What’s the difference?”

“One of them has an eons-old Curse stuffed into its hilt…and the other is blue.” He makes a small noise of amusement in his throat and you feel yourself relax a little bit more. “I’ll camp out at the bar and wait for the owner to make a move. Apparently, he’s the type to bite pretty easily if he sees something good-looking and alone. When he’s distracted, you grab the weapon. Got it?”

“Clear as crystal,” he says, swiping his tongue over his top lip absentmindedly. A serious look washes over his face, something in his head making his eyebrows draw together. “What if the guy starts getting handsy with you?”

“I’ll…handle it,” you reply slowly, slightly confused as to why he cares. “Just get the weapon, Gojo. You can stall or kill time however you want before that, but we don’t have the luxury of being able to make a mess.”

“Easier said than done,” he says quietly, “So, no promises.”

It turned out that making messes was simply a part of Satoru’s daily routine. Perched on a bar stool and barely nursing a weak drink, you clearly saw what his idea of killing time was. Lean arms stretched over the back of an overstuffed corner booth in a corner of the club, pulling several nice-looking women into his side while they giggled in his lap. He’d swapped the strips of linen for an expensive pair of sunglasses and he peered over the rim at regular intervals to keep an eye on you. It made your heart pang just a little bit, seeing him easily attract girls to him like a magnet in a paper clip factory. There was no doubt that Gojo Satoru was attractive, yet every doubt existed in your mind as to whether you would ever have a chance with him. You didn’t mean to look so mopey and sad at the counter, but it seems to play to your advantage when the owner of the weapon creeps over with a sinister smile on his face.

“Hello, dear,” he purrs and it takes all of your willpower not to slap him for looking at you like a pretty thing. “Nothing is sadder than a beauty at the bar, all alone.”

“And what were you going to do about it?” You drop the volume of your voice to an enticing volume, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Inject a bit more excitement into your evening,” he replies daringly and the insinuation makes you nauseous. “That man, with the glasses? He broke your heart?” He leans on your shoulder and looks in the direction of your partner, the one who was supposed to be grabbing the weapon while you were busy being ogled by this narcissist. “You need to watch out for men like him, throwing around money and women like they’re of no value. Both have value. You have value.” Great, you groan in your head, he’s gross and a hypocrite, too.

“I wouldn’t say broke it,” you murmur mysteriously. “More like, doesn’t deserve it.”

“You’re feisty,” he observes. “I’m incredibly attracted to it.” Shit. On pure instinct, you feel your Cursed Energy flare up as his hand roams dangerously close to your thigh, sliding down your arm with a clammy palm. Despite not being a sorcerer, you know he feels the energy shift when his eyes dart up to yours not with lust, but suspicion. By some stupid twist of Fate, you’d blown your own cover. The weapon owner’s hand suddenly tightens around your wrist, chaining you to the bar counter.

“Let go of me,” you order, completely rid of the stupidly airy voice and naive smiles.

“What did you just–”

“My love, we’re leaving.” Elegant fingers effortlessly pry the man’s hand from your skin and toss them aside like garbage. You find your coat gently draped around your shoulders, and only then does he guide you up and away from the bar, with the weapon owner still gawking in his stool. Somewhere between your Cursed Energy flaring and the man grabbing your wrist, Satoru must have left his posse of gorgeous women to pull you out of your present situation. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. “Thanks for doing that, even though you had to leave your girlfriends.”

“Of course. They never mean anything to me, nor do I mean anything to them,” he replies and it sounds genuine, without any sort of mockery or indication that he was holding it above your head. With one arm still wrapped around your shoulders, he calls the valet to retrieve the car and you find that you don’t mind him holding you close. “Nice play with the energy flare-up, by the way. That was really smart.”

“What do you mean?”

“Smoking out the weapon’s energy signature by making it butt against your own?” He shakes his head in disbelief, city lights catching in the lenses of his glasses. “Absolute genius.”

“I…didn’t mean to do that,” you admit and he peers at you out of the corner of his vision. You didn’t know it yet, but to him, you looked prettier than any of the women he was surrounded by inside the club. “It was an accidental reflex when the guy went for my leg.”

“Want me to kill him?” You chuckle, but it dies away when you see the cold expression on his face, nothing like the playful and warm persona you’d just been speaking to. “Say the word and I’ll blow the place to pieces.”

“We’re not supposed to make a mess, remember?”

“And I said no promises, remember?” He helps you into the passenger’s seat with a gentlemanly hand, shutting it after you before settling into the driver’s seat. “Either way, I got the weapon. It was in the guy’s pocket, not in the safe like we thought it would be. But, more importantly, you got out of that creep’s vicinity.”

“I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Anytime, pretty.”

“Don’t call me that,” you say firmly and he looks at you curiously. “What?”

“Why not?”

“I’m not interested in being your arm candy; I’m not that type of person.” He pauses for several long moments, stuck in deep thought.

“I didn’t realize I was the type of person to have arm candy,” he states quietly, like it was an epiphany as he pulled away from the club’s valet curb.

“Something must be wrong with one of your Six Eyes, then, if you truly believe that,” you chuckle, trying to make the mood a little lighter. Yet, he’s still staring straight ahead with a frown on his face and a draw between his eyebrows. It was unsettling, to say the least. “Hey, I really didn’t mean any offense–”

“Let me try.”

“What?”

“Let me try,” he repeats with absolute determination. The streetlight casts his face in a dangerous shade of red.

“Try…what?”

“To win you over. Teach you what forever feels like,” he answers and your head feels like it’s been submerged underwater, all noises suddenly becoming muddy and irrelevant. “Show you that I don’t think you’re just eye candy.”

“What the hell are you playing at, Gojo?”

“I’m just tryin’ to show you that I’m not the playboy you have in your head,” he argues and it makes your cheeks heat. “Let me try. If I fail, I’ll go bald or something. Sorcerer's honor.” You burst out laughing, shaking your head in disbelief but feeling comfortable enough to take him up on the offer. Now, a few years and zero bald heads later, you were freezing your ass off with the man of your dreams on a mountain at six in the morning.

Somehow, you both felt like you’d won the bet when he pulled out that box from his pocket and got down on one knee.

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#ask iris!#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff

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fayessketchbook · 1 year

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Here's what I've been working for the past few weeks: Designs of the Fell Dragon™ Case!

From the knock-off Team Sombron to the original Team Grima to the best divine gremlin as a judge, I had so much fun making all of these and I'm happy I made it in time for Engage's release :DD

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe17 #sombron fire emblem #hyacinth fire emblem #grima fire emblem #robin fire emblem #sothis fire emblem #fully digital #my art

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dewdlebot · 2 years

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Y’know what?

I don’t think any future legends games are gonna be based on the third legendaries.

Because if that was the case then Legends Arceus woulda been called Legends Giritina.

I think future legends games are gonna be based on Mythical pokemon.

Pokémon Legends Mew or Pokémon Legends Celebi

Gen 3 and beyond is where things get interesting because of the multiple mythical Pokémon. I can see both Jirachi and Deoxys being good candidates for the Box Pokemon.

For Gen 5 despite Meloetta and Victini both being great I feel like the obvious answer here would be Genosect, as then we would finally get to see the original buggy boy. I’m sure we’d still see the Original Dragon, and the story would still be centered around them, Genosect would just be the end goal like Arceus is.

Gen 6…I’d go with Hoopa. I like Diancie and Volcanion but I feel like a story with Hoopa would make the most sense for a Legends setting

Now this is where I oust myself as a Fake Fan™ and say I don’t actually know a super lot about gens 7 and 8 because I fell outta pokemon for a bit. So I don’t actually know which of the mythicals from Gen 7 would be good Box ‘mons. Magearna could make for an interesting story. But I don’t know enough about Marshadow or Zeraora to say.

And then Gen 8 only has Zarude so that’d be Pokemon Legends Zarude.

Granted this is all just theory. And I’m curious to hear thoughts from others!

#Pokémon legends #Pokémon legends arceus

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koukaimagines · 4 years

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Jumping on the bandwagon! How about the four dragons and their female s/o who is incredibly petite and tiny.

Aaaaa thank you for sending this in! I love the four dragons and I'm quite small myself my friends always tease me about it (=｀^´=) I hope you enjoy! ^^

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Kija

He'd be so protective of you it wouldn't even be funny. He'd always be as gentle as he can, your small physique, like a precious pearl, hanging on his mind everytime he touched you.

Despite this, he would imagine you in his large hand and melt at how small you were compared to it in his head. He found it incredibly cute and charming, and he just wants to hold you tight and never let you go, but he know that it's unreasonable so you don't know this.

He would really like holding your hands. They're just so small against his own, he loved seeing your slim fingers laced with his. He absolutely adored the sight of your teeny tiny hand cradled in his. Yes this is the same sentence 3 times over in different wordings because that's just how much he loves it.

When you fell asleep against him one time, he got such a bad case of the stomach butterflies and the Gushy Feels™ that he just. Popped and the group would see a sight akin to a tomato steaming.

He would always offer to sleep with you, never with any other motive than to protect you and hold you while you slept. Because you were so small, you fit perfectly snug in his arms. He'd often see you with white bunny ears, if it was late into the night.

Shin ah

Shinah would also most definitely be the protective type, making sure you were always right there beside him. Rather than you clinging onto him, it's more of the opposite.

He'd silently watch over you if you were not shoulder to shoulder with him. Or shoulder to elbow lol He would often find that a small smile has spread across his face, watching you prance around, doing whatever it was that you were doing.

When you and Ao were together, he wouldn't be able to help thinking of you as a small chipmunk, playing with Ao. This led to him absent-mindedly brushing his finger against your cheek from time to time. You would be surprised, but you didn't mind it.

He'd give you a lot of headpats. They would last for a couple minutes, while he just stands there, admiring your small size. At some point, he also realized that hugging you felt nice. So he started to hug you more and more. The group would often find you in his lap, and your heads would form this odd, totem pole-like illusion, with Ao on top, staring back at them.

He liked to hold you close to him when he slept. You were like his teddy bear, and your warm body against his was ideal when it was cold out in the woods too. Eventually, he wouldn't be able to sleep properly without you, due to the unfamiliar emptiness that left with you when you weren't with him at night.

Jaeha

Jaeha would tease you all the time, especially if you were the feisty, little gremlin type, the "shut up, stop calling me small (ò^ó)" type. He'd love pushing your small buttons and seeing you pout and get frustrated with him, he just found it so cute.

He liked to grab you by the shoulder and pull you to his side. It didn't happen often, but you eventually figured out that it was his small gesture of protecting you when he felt like it was necessary.

You'd often get him all up in his head sometimes, his flippant personality not wanting to show his embarrassingly vulnerable self when it came to you. He jests a lot about how nice you'd look under him, but he really just wants to cuddle with you and wish for the sun to never rise.

Speaking of, he loved the way you fit in his arms, so precious; like a treasured jewel. The way your small ears turned pink whenever his low and tired, almost husky, bedtime voice reached them was absolutely adorable to him. He couldn't help but tease your ears from time to time, leaving small pecks on your lobe, or brushing his lips against them when he spoke.

When you fell asleep and you were facing him, he'd admire the small features on your face, staring at them while the moonlight illuminated them. You'd often stir to the feeling of feather-light brushes against your facial features.

Zeno

Zeno would give you so many hugs. So many. Just like the other dragons, he loved how you seemed perfectly crafted for him and him only.

He would also give you headpats, often when you did something worthy of praise, no matter how small. He loved the way your small lips curled into a soft smile, and his eyes always gazed into yours tenderly.

Zeno would also shower you with light kisses, all the while his fingers were laced with yours. He just found you so, so, so precious. The way your cheeks would flare red and your eyes tried to avoid looking at his only made him want to dote on you more.

Despite his large appetite, he'd always give you a bit of his serving, often saying things like "you can't grow bigger if you don't eat!" and such. No matter how much you declined, he insisted.

He really liked to hold your hand, or you, it didn't matter, he loved to have some sort of physical contact with you. This especially applied when the group was on the move, whether that be a forest or a town. Perhaps it's a way to assure him that you're there, right next to him.

#kija #akatsuki no yona kija #hakuryuu kija #shin ha #seiryuu shin ah #shin ah #jaeha #jae ha #ryokuryuu jaeha #akatsuki no yona zeno #ouryuu zeno #akatsuki no yona #akayona #yona of the red dawn #yona of the dawn #four dragons #Akayona x reader

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starsandskies · 5 years

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For the fandom asks, right back at you: Dragon Age!!

@zacklover24 ♥ Thank you both for asking!

The first character I ever fell in love with: Alistair Theirin.

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: Cullen Rutherford. It’s not like I hate him or something like that... it’s just I got tired of him and some part of his fandom.

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: Cullen/Inquisitor. Same as before.

My ultimate favorite character™: Fenris, Cole.

Prettiest character: Isabela, Morrigan, Default Garrett and Marian (not their DAI models tho).

My most hated character: Samson, Loghain.

My OTP: Garrett Hawke/Inquisitor (Trevelyan in my case), Hawke/Fenris (Fem!Hawke in my case).

My NOTP: Dorian/Iron Bull. Not in a million years.

Favorite episode: Like mission, for example? In your heart shall burn. One of my favorites.

Saddest death: When I left my Fem!Hawke in the Fade to save Alistair.

Favorite season: I’m gonna change season for game so, Dragon Age II.

Least favorite season: Same as before, Dragon Age Inquisition.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: I don’t think I hate any character, to be honest.

My ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Carver Hawke. But I wouldn’t call him piece of trash... XD My poor boy.

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Zevran Arainai, Sera, Merrill. Elves. Krem. Anders.

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but I still love it’ ship: I think I don’t have any.

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I’m not too invested’ ship: I don’t know, Josephine/Inquisitor? It’s hard because I can’t think of any DA ship that I would define as “cute".

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you... (Mass Effect, Mass Effect Andromeda, Far Cry 5/New Dawn).

#galadrieljones #blah blah blah

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fayesdiary · 1 year

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Emblem Lucina having to deal with yet another Fell Dragon's shit:

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe17 #lucina #my memes #the fell dragon™ case

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fayesdiary · 1 year

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Let's settle this for good.

#fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem engage #fe13 #fe17 #grima #sombron #the fell dragon™ case

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fayesdiary · 2 years

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I have three theories for the new "Fell Dragon", and I can't decide which is funnier:

It is a new evil dragon, and halfway through the game Grima busts in out of nowhere furious at this copycat of a giant snake and beats the shit out of it;

It's related to Grima, which probably means the OG Fell Dragon™ either fucked or got cloned without their permission (as usual, they can't catch a break);

It is another weird version of Grima, which means in their rage Grima somehow sued themselves

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe17 #grima #my rambles #the only thing that can defeat grima's lawyers was grima's lawyers themselves #the cycle continues #the fell dragon™ case

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fayesdiary · 1 year

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Ok I remember throwing in the Grima-in-Alear's role idea as just a joke of the Fell Dragon™ Case, but now I'm looking back on it I'm like damn, this has huge narrative potential actually

They end up in Elyos after their defeat in Awakening, they barely fit in the role of the Divine Dragon due to having the blood of one but very much not the traditional attitude.

Now I don't know almost anything about Engage's plot so I don't know how well they'd actually fit in the story in Alear's place but imagine:

Initially dead set on killing Sombron for solely selfish and petty reasons (literally "there can be only one Fell Dragon") but forced to ally with the humans due to having lost almost all of their powers and very slowly and begrudgingly growing accustomed to their presence. Almost... enjoying it, even. It may just be Robin's memories, but they're reminded of their other's time with the Shepherds.

They use the Emblems only out of practicality, and they hate the idea of allying with the ancestor of that accursed lineage that's been a literal pain in their neck. And yet, eventually, they start growing closer to Marth. They even empathize with his situation as an Emblem, his thousand years confined in his ring reminding them of their millennia trapped in that labyrinth alone.

Slowly, very slowly, they begin enjoying their time at Elyos and wanting to see it safe. They still hold no love for humanity in general, but their hatred slowly started to fade. And they begin wanting to protect their companions out of more than just pragmatism. Maybe, just maybe, they consider settling down in Elyos after they put that knockoff Fell Dragon in its place.

And then Emblem Lucina, Chrom and Robin show up, enraged at Grima's presence and reminding them of what they've done to their home world. They don't defend themselves. They deserve all of it. They're used to feeling disgusted by their existence, but that feeling directed at their past actions was new.

But the other humans, those they kept at arm's length but found a place in Grima's heart regardless, begin to defend and vouch for the Fell Dragon. Grima cannot comprehend why. They're on a quest to kill a Fell Dragon who's going to destroy the world, yet they're willing to stand by one who not only did the very same thing successfully but tried doing it again?

And yet, their gesture reminds the trio from Ylisse of something, and they decide to give Grima a chance but threaten to kill them if they attempt anything. They're fine with it. At this point, they don't care if they lose their life. But before that happens, they want to put an end to Sombron's threat. The humans of Elyos deserve that much for foolishly putting their trust on them.

In that sense, the fight with the knockoff Fell Dragon becomes to Grima a confrontation with their past self, and they can't help but think back on their journey. Are they truly capable of being a better person? Or are they doomed to be nothing more than a creature with the sole purpose to destroy?

Regardless, Grima made peace with it. If they truly are destined to destroy, let their final destruction be one that brings to Elyos something the Fell Dragon never felt before coming here.

Hope.

Engaged with Marth, wielding the sword that put an end to their first rampage more than a thousand years ago, Grima deals the final blow.

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fire emblem awakening #fe17 #fe13 #grima #sombron #lucina #chrom #robin #my writings #the fell dragon™ case #so UH #this was initally just an explanation of the idea but it turned into a short story #again i don't know how well this would fit into engage proper but i love the idea #and yes i'm a huge fan of slow burn grimademption what can i say #...wouldn't mind coming back to this one day tbh

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