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hollymbryan · 1 year ago

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Blog Tour Spotlight: THE LIBRARY OF BROKEN WORLDS by Alaya Dawn Johnson (w/ #giveaway)!

Welcome to Book-Keeping and my stop on the Rockstar Book Tours blog tour for The Library of Broken Worlds by Alaya Dawn Johnson! I’ve got all the book and author details, plus an excerpt, for you below; there’s also a giveaway so be sure to read to the end!

About the Book

title: The Library of Broken Worlds author: Alaya Dawn Johnson publisher: Scholastic Press release date: 6 June 2023

A girl matches wits with a war god in this kaleidoscopic, thought-provoking tale of oppression and the cost of peace, where stories hide within other stories, and narrative has the power to heal -- or to burn everything in its path -- from World Fantasy Award–winning author Alaya Dawn Johnson.

A girl and a god, alone in communion...

In the winding underground tunnels of the Library, the great peacekeeper of the three systems, a heinous secret lies buried -- and Freida is the only one who can uncover it. As the daughter of a Library god, Freida has spent her whole life exploring the Library's ever-changing tunnels and communing with the gods. Her unparalleled access makes her unique -- and dangerous.

When Freida meets Joshua, a Tierran boy desperate to save his people, and Nergüi, a disciple from a persecuted religious minority, Freida is compelled to help them. But in order to do so, she will have to venture deeper into the Library than she has ever known. There she will discover the atrocities of the past, the truth of her origins, and the impossibility of her future.

With the world at the brink of war, Freida embarks on a journey to fulfill her destiny, one that pits her against an ancient war god. Her mission is straightforward: Destroy the god before he can rain hellfire upon thousands of innocent lives -- if he doesn't destroy her first.

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Alaya Dawn Johnson is an award-winning short story writer and the author of seven novels for adults and young adults. Her most recent novel for adults, Trouble the Saints, won the 2021 World Fantasy Award for best novel. Her debut short story collection, Reconstruction, was an Ignyte Award and a Hurston/Wright Legacy Award finalist. Her debut YA novel The Summer Prince was longlisted for the National Book Award for Young People's Literature, and the follow-up Love Is the Drug was awarded the Andre Norton Nebula Award. Her short stories have appeared in many magazines and anthologies, most notably the title story in The Memory Librarian, in collaboration with Janelle Monáe. She lives in Oaxaca, Mexico.

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Excerpt

By the time Samlin left me three weeks later, I felt like a blindfolded animal: confused, disoriented, ready to bite. I cried for days and sent him increasingly desperate messages until I realized he would never respond to me again. Nadi told me I’d forget about him, that everyone had to fall in love for the first time, that it would get better. I wanted to believe zir. But I was shivering, growing into ice, drifting into an empty sea. I didn’t know how to say what I was feeling. I hardly knew how to feel it.

Nadi had little time for me in those days. Ze was sequestered at a diplomatic round table with the Mahām leadership to address recent protests about their Treaty-condemned occupation of the Miuri moon. I didn’t push. The thought of telling Nadi precisely what had happened or not happened in that nanodrop made my guts twist like wet rope and my head fill with cotton. Better Iemaja, I decided. Better a god who barely understands the minutiae of human affairs and only speaks in communion.

I walked inside her because I had seen myself in Samlin’s deep eyes and hated that reflection. Freida the sweet. Freida the beautiful. Freida, once an excellent find but now inconvenient, twitchy, withdrawn, and desperate. I was beginning to see myself as they did, all those who stared and stared and saw nothing behind my eyes but a dark mirror. What was my heart, what were my bones, what were my constellations of synapses firing, lighting up my soul? Nadi insisted I was human, but even so, I had been left to freeze out in the ocean because no one thought I was worth any more. I was afraid, Nameren, so very afraid that they were right.

I had begun in Kohru, the artery of childhood and discovery and, in some ways, rebellion. But I was now in unknown capillaries. Some passages were so narrow that I had to get on my belly to pass through, the stone warm against my exposed skin. Sometimes the crystal would crack and water would bubble through the seams and I would slurp it down. It tasted of moonlight and copal and stillness. I told Iemaja that I loved her. The water then bubbled with her laughter and tasted of rose petals. It grew thick and slow with sugar. I lay in that soft, sticky womb for a while. The sweetness had been made to balance the salt of my tears. She is kind like that, Iemaja.

I told her about Samlin. I told her how helpless he had made me feel, not in my body, which he’d left untouched, but in my spirit. My tongue was heavy, as though it belonged to someone else. But still I spoke, until I reached the end.

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thebakingqueen5 · 3 years ago

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KW 2021: The Sea & The Sky

Day 7 for Kataang Week 2021 hosted by @kataang-week with the prompt The Sea & The Sky!

Don't mind me crying in the corner that Kataang Week is basically over, but anyways I'm super proud of this last oneshot and hope you all enjoy it!

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Summary: Another year, another, another week of prompts celebrating our favorite couple. Kataang Week 2021 Day 7: The Sea & The Sky. Katara was the sea, Aang was the sky, destined to meet at the horizon where they were bound together for all eternity.

Word Count: 1.7K (barely)

The sea and sky, two entities as old as time itself. In some ways, as contrasting as the night and day, and in others, perfect reflections of one another.

The sea has always been below the sky, left to gaze upon the brilliance of the celestial bodies embedded in it for all eternity and reflecting the light of the bright stars beyond.

The sky has always been above the sea, forever peering down into its depths for the miracles and mysteries hidden beneath, and guiding its steady waves as they crash upon the shores of the Earth.

The sea is the reason the azure sky is adorned with feathery white wisps floating high above the ground, and the sky, in turn, fills the oceans and floods the rivers with the very liquid that makes survival possible.

The sea fosters life beneath its steady, undulating surface. It holds flora and fauna of all shapes, colors, and sizes, and it was a point of fascination for the sky. The sky, in all its glory, could not sustain anything for long. Even the birds that rode over its swift breezes had to eventually land somewhere below. And yet, the sky was free, a vast expanse of space that extended beyond what the sea could ever imagine to be possible. It wasn’t shackled by the chains of the planet, and the sea almost envied it.

In the days of old, when sailors ruled the seas, the ocean and her gentle waves would push them across great stretches of nothingness, while the sky and his stars would aid in guiding them on their journeys. Without the sky, those explorers would be lost at sea, and without the sea, their ambitions would remain sky-high with their dreams of traveling the world doomed to remain just that- dreams.

The sea and the sky have always been connected. Together, they make a thriving world possible. And so it follows that those so closely bonded to their elements, Aang and Katara, would be similarly linked by the fabric of space and time.

Though he was the Avatar, Aang’s native element was that of air. He preferred to soar on his glider high above the clouds, and gravity was a laughable concept to him. True to his airbending disposition, Aang’s natural inclinations were to evade conflict and obstacles in order to move forward, like a leaf on the wind.

Katara was born in the Southern Water Tribe, surrounded by ice, glaciers, and the frigid seas of the South Pole. She wielded the element of water, adapting and accepting things as they came since water was the element of change. She would experience swells of emotion similar to the waves, but she always came down into a steady balance, an ebb and flow just like tides.

Aang and Katara were not each other’s antithesis, far from it actually, but rather each other’s complements. Had they been such stark opposites, their relationship would’ve been much more turbulent, having the highest of highs but also the lowest of lows. They needed not a sharp contrast but rather a soft blend to allow them to communicate with and learn from one another. It was this that allowed them to work so well.

When Katara was firm and unyielding like a tsunami approaching the shore, Aang accepted her stance and often strengthened it. Consequently, if the airbender was flighty and indecisive, Katara would be there to ground him and guide him to something he felt confident in.

Katara was Aang’s earthly tether. When his head drifted up into the clouds, she pulled him back to the real world and allowed him to guide the four nations into an era of peace and prosperity. On the other hand, Aang showed Katara true freedom and what being unrestrained felt like. He brought her up with him on his glider and taught her to defy nature’s laws, to not be afraid to take exhilarating risks, and to keep her ambitions sky-high.

Their worlds collided like the brilliance of colors created as the sun set over the horizon, gradually leaving the realm of the sky and sinking into the sea. Some of their traits reflected each other like the sun’s rays on the sparkling surface of the water, and the others melded together well to make the glorious gradient that streaked the sky as night fell. Together, Aang and Katara created a rich harmony filled with overtones that mirrored the depth of their connection.

When they first met, that instant link, the bond that tied them together, was remarkably evident to all those around them. It was absolutely undeniable.

Though Sokka had mostly been joking when he had called Aang Katara’s boyfriend, there were still some astute observations lying under his exaggerated comment. Sokka knew his sister. She didn’t take to people too well, he had noticed over the years. Katara was protective, almost overly so, of the people she loved, and it was hard for her to let people in.

And yet here was Aang, a boy whom she had quite literally taken into her open arms without so much as a blink of hesitation, a boy whom she was ready to leave her tribe, everything and everyone she had ever known, and travel across the world for. It seemed so out of character. Katara didn’t usually make sense to her brother, but this was something different, something special.

Even Gran Gran had taken notice of the unique energy between them. “Aang is the Avatar,” she had told the Water Tribe siblings. “He is the world's only chance. You both found him for a reason. Now your destinies are intertwined with his,” and she was right.

That day, Aang and Katara had forged a connection that wouldn’t, that couldn’t, ever be severed. Breaking him out of the iceberg had been the catalyst for the rest of their lives together. Their adventures following only served to deepen and strengthen that link, allowing them to fall wholly and completely for one another and experience a love they didn’t know was possible.

Visiting Aunt Wu was the first time Katara had really stopped to consider how far their bond went and the strength of her feelings for Aang. She knew they had something unique, something exceptional, but she hadn’t ever thought it could run that deep. “The man you’re going to marry… I can see that he is a very powerful bender.” It made sense, didn’t it? The boy who had changed her life for the better would grow to be the man that she would spend the rest of her life with.

Their kiss in the Cave of the Lovers only further cemented the idea in her head, and a part of her began to believe that their meeting was fate, just like the tale of Oma and Shu. Aang, while still reeling from embarrassment at some of his words (“I’m saying I’d rather kiss you than die, that’s a compliment!”), also began to have similar thoughts, thinking that maybe they too had parallels to the starcrossed lovers and that the love that they shared would one day too be immortalized in legend.

The battle in the catacombs underneath Ba Sing Se seemed like an all too abrupt end to their story. It simply didn’t feel real. How could their link just have been cut off like that? No, Katara wasn’t ready to accept it. She couldn’t accept it. It went against the laws of the universe, it wasn’t possible.

She was going to do whatever it took to keep him there with her, and she did. She brought Aang back from the spirit world through the purest of love, light, and determination, and she made it her duty to never let such a thing happen again.

It was what allowed them to fulfill their roles as the Avatar and his waterbending master at Sozin’s Comet and have their kiss afterward, the early buddings of a relationship that would last a lifetime. Years later, they would go on to pronounce that love to all their friends and family, but, for now, they were more than just their fates.

Just as Aang was able to manipulate water along with his primary element of air, the heavens held clouds in its vast expanse of sky, connecting it to the sea. The sea sent water up in the form of vapor to create those fluffy masses above, and the sky releases the water that the clouds hold in torrents of rain back down to the ground, tying the two together in an endless cycle.

Similarly, waterbending was one of the many things that bound Aang and Katara. It was the reason they had met, the reason Katara was able to break Aang out of that iceberg, and it was the reason they embarked on their epic journey to the North Pole- to learn from the masters and even become ones themselves.

Waterbending linked them as sifu and pupil, strengthening their bond. Without waterbending, Aang may have never realized that fateful day of her adjusting his form of the effect she had on him, the full intensity of the pull, the attraction she held in his eyes.

Waterbending had made Katara especially attuned to the rhythm of the waves rising and falling, and it didn’t long for her to notice how her and Aang’s dynamic reflected it, ebbing and flowing in a delicate yet harmonious balance.

Their meeting had been fate, an event necessary for the survival of the world itself, but that did not define them. With each other, they were not their destinies. They were not the Avatar and his waterbending master, nor were they the beacon of hope for the future of the Air Nation.

No, they were Aang and Katara, two people who had defied all odds, overcome all obstacles, and quite literally gone to the Spirit World and back all in the name of love. They were not the heroes who had saved the world, but soulmates, fated just as the sky and the sea were to meet at their own horizon. They were two people irreversibly linked to each other then, now, and till the end of time itself.

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hafanforever · 5 years ago

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Split Decision

So I think what happens at the end of this particular scene in Frozen II has caused some controversy about Elsa’s actions. I’ve seen fans here on Tumblr displaying anger towards her because they believe that she was only hugging Anna, and then had Olaf join them, in an act of trickery to lure them closer to her so she would make sure that her ice boat creation would surround and hold them before she sent them away.

However, while I agree that Elsa’s move was a bit sneaky and deceptive, I understand why she did it and why she felt it was her only choice, even though she knew Anna would consequently be furious with her over it. And now that I think about it, I look at Elsa’s hug from another perspective and believe that it wasn’t merely a trick to lure Anna and Olaf into her boat trap, but her own way (though a rather forceful and indirect one) of saying goodbye to them.

Before this happens, Elsa has decided to venture to Ahtohallan alone, without Anna, saying that crossing the Dark Sea to reach Ahtohallan would be too dangerous of a trek for both of them to make. Yet Anna adamantly insists on coming to prevent anything from happening to Elsa, which she had earlier promised to Pabbie.

The thing here is, Elsa turns out to be completely right about the Dark Sea. When she tries to cross it, she gets knocked down twice by the waves, struggles to swim in the deep, choppy waters, and has to use her powers to try to overcome the obstacles to get further out and closer to Ahtohallan. Things get more complicated for Elsa when the Nokk appears; several times, it aggressively attacks her and attempts to drown her, forcing her to fight back with all of her might until she finally makes it settle down.

This whole scene reminds me of the earlier scene when Elsa decides to go to the forest and tries to discourage Anna from coming, saying that she (Elsa) has her powers to protect her, while Anna does not. But Anna stubbornly refuses to take no for an answer, given what dangerous feats she overcame on their previous adventure without the use of magical powers.

The entire scene of Elsa against the Dark Sea proves her point about her powers’ use in protecting her perfectly. She would not have been able to take care of herself by working to get past the big waves and fighting the Nokk if she had to do it with Anna, too. Maybe this sounds a little biased, and I don’t mean for it to sound that way, but it’s true that only Elsa could successfully face off against the Nokk since they are both magical beings (and as it turns out, Elsa is an elemental spirit just like it). Okay, yes, we’ve seen how Anna can do a damn great job of taking care of herself in tough situations, and I give her credit for it. I am not at all dismissing her as a weak, inept, incompetent, helpless damsel in distress, because I KNOW she isn’t. She’s tough, plucky, spunky, brave, and fearless. But Anna DOES have her limitations, and I think she sometimes overlooks or underestimates that about herself. Successfully crossing the Dark Sea and taking on the Nokk is NOT something she would have been able to do at all.

Getting back to Elsa’s reasoning that she had to go to Ahtohallan by herself, like I said, the scene of her doing so proves that she was right. Now she probably didn’t anticipate on encountering the Nokk, but I bet Elsa did think that there might be risks about which she didn’t know yet while crossing the Dark Sea, which is another reason why she refused to let Anna come along.

Another thing here that catches my attention is how Anna doesn't seem to heed Elsa’s words about the sea being too dangerous if they both tried to go, since she immediately responds to Elsa’s statement with, “No, no. We do this together. Remember the song? ‘Go too far and you’ll be drowned’.” It is crystal clear from these words, and from her earlier scenes where she never wanted to leave her sister’s side, that Anna had a desperate desire to protect Elsa during this journey.

When she adds, "Who will stop you from going too far?", it sounds like Anna isn’t thoroughly considering that the chances of Elsa dying was much greater, and for herself as well, if they tried to pass the Dark Sea together. Anna wanted to ensure that Elsa didn’t head too far into Ahtohallan’s depths and dying, but they wouldn't have even made it to Ahtohallan without crossing the sea first. They both could have perished before getting there, and then their mission would remain incomplete. Then again, perhaps Anna did realize the possibility of them both not being able to make it across the sea, but she just didn’t want to accept or even think about it because she was far more afraid of losing her sister if Elsa went all alone.

Obviously, the fact that the two discovered moments earlier that their parents had died trying to reach Ahtohallan in search of answers to her powers is what made Elsa decide that Anna could not go with her. She guiltily felt responsible for Agnarr and Iduna’s deaths, and she didn't want to carry extra weight on her shoulders by feeling responsible for Anna’s safety and taking the chance of her dying if they went together. Since Anna is the only blood family Elsa has left, she refused to risk losing her, too.

I mean, remember: Elsa briefly lost Anna once before, and at her own hands, so she was determined not to let it happen again. Any chance of losing Anna again on this journey would no doubt be permanent, and Elsa would never forgive herself if that happened. 😔

Like the earlier scene, Anna stubbornly refuses to take no for an answer to Elsa’s decision to go to Ahtohallan alone. While she understands Anna’s fear of the chance that she (Elsa) may die on her trek, Elsa knows that she may have to take that risk just to do what is right for Arendelle and the forest. But successfully crossing the sea is something that is far beyond Anna’s control.

So having made up her mind that crossing the sea would be more dangerous if they both go, Elsa puts her foot down (by LITERALLY doing so when she creates the ice path 😆) with utmost and firm determination that Anna cannot continue the journey by coming to Ahtohallan with her.

When Anna says that she wants to come because she can’t bear to lose Elsa, Elsa says she can’t lose Anna, either, and pulls her sister in for a hug. Like I said above, I see her hugging Anna, and Olaf, not just as a ruse to ensure that she could send them off to be safe, but to say goodbye. If Elsa thinks that she may die and thus never see them again, then she wanted to embrace them now since it may be for the last time. Despite Anna’s insistence and voicing her fear of losing Elsa, Elsa feels that her fear of losing Anna is even greater since Anna would be in much greater danger with trying to cross the sea. So she resorts to forcing her sister not to accompany her by making the ice boat and sending Anna and Olaf away to make sure that they wouldn’t and couldn’t follow her. Elsa also creates the ice path on which for the boat to slide to ensure that the two would be sent too far away for them to easily follow and catch up with her.

Additionally, I have been wondering if Elsa's desire to journey to Ahtohallan on her own wasn't just for the safety measures of her sister, but also because of her introverted nature, because of her independence and desire to do certain things alone (which she clearly demonstrated when she made up her mind to travel to the Enchanted Forest). Additionally, the fact that Elsa is another elemental spirit of the forest, the fifth spirit, means that she had to go to Ahtohallan by herself, as part of her destiny to learn her true identity. She had to be independent, as she likes to be, and discover the whole truth for herself, on her own.

While Elsa is the introvert between the two sisters, Anna is the extrovert, and with this kind of nature, I don't think she truly understands the ways of introverts. It is with this scene, and even in Frozen, when she insists to Kristoff that "nobody wants to be alone, except maybe you" as a response to him saying “Most people who disappear into the mountains want to be alone” that shows that she doesn’t entirely comprehend their ways. Maybe after three years, Anna understands Elsa and Kristoff’s introverted behaviors a little more. But when considering the big picture, I think she still believes no one ever really wants to be alone, or even do things alone, just because she doesn't want to. After all, Anna spent nearly all of those 13 years alone and isolated from the outside world, and she wants to make sure she never goes back to that life. And yet despite her tragic childhood and adolescence, Anna grew up to be kind, sweet, loving, and good-hearted, and never hesitates to help others and do what was right. However, it also seems to have made her a bit delusional and unrealistic by thinking everyone else wants to be around people like she does, or that they always need help for every situation. Anna doesn’t appear to fully understand that some people like to be independent and have to do things on their own, nor does she seem willing to accept the fact that she can’t help everyone with everything, especially Elsa. She has to learn that she can’t be by Elsa’s side all the time just to stop every bad thing that might happen. She has to learn to accept and respect the fact that Elsa feels comfortable taking on some challenges all by herself and doesn’t always need help. In the first movie, Anna’s ignorance of Elsa’s secret is part of why she didn’t understand why her sister was so distant and closed in. But even after discovering it, she still disbelieved that Elsa wanted to be alone and that it was a major reason why she ran away. And while she was right in the long run, Anna sometimes seemed to go too far with her optimism since she didn’t really listen to Elsa’s concerns that she couldn’t remove the winter curse. Likewise, when she first met Kristoff, Anna didn't understand his grumpy, rude, unfriendly behavior towards her and Oaken, or his contemptuous attitude towards people and society.

So now in this scene, Anna seems to be unable, or perhaps just far too stubborn, to comprehend the fact that Elsa MUST do this on her own as part of her destiny, and that her powers could help her through this, while the same could not be said for her (Anna). Again, the tasks of making it across the Dark Sea and simultaneously taming the Nokk are beyond Anna’s control. It would have been far more treacherous than climbing the North Mountain, surviving a frozen heart, and saving Elsa from her ex-boyfriend without powers to aid her. 😉

Moving on, when Anna and Olaf are finally out of sight, the last shot of Elsa in the scene shows her holding herself and looking unhappy at what she did. As I said in “Keep Your Hands to Yourself”, Elsa does feel guilty and unhappy over sending Anna away the way she did, knowing full well that having done so has made her sister angry at her. But right now, Elsa is far more concerned about Anna’s safety than her happiness, and she would rather send her away to be safe than let her come along for the rest of the journey just so Anna can be happy that they are still together.

So again, Anna could not come with Elsa to Ahtohallan because the perils of the Dark Sea could have killed them both. If it didn’t kill both of them, Anna would have been the more susceptible victim because she possesses no magical powers to help her, especially in dealing with the Nokk. With even one of them dead, Elsa and Anna’s mission would never be finished; as I explained in “Girls in the Mist”, they HAD to do it together.

Elsa’s decision to split her and Anna up in this scene means that for now, she has broken her promise that she and Anna would do their mission together. But when Elsa temporarily freezes to death upon going into the most dangerous part of Ahtohallan, Anna manages to lift the mist and free the forest by provoking the Giants into destroying the dam.

Because she was alive and safe like her sister wanted her to be, Anna was able to successfully finish the work Elsa started. So even though they weren’t physically together the whole time, they STILL did it together, meaning that in the end, Elsa kept her promise to Anna. 😁😄😊

#Frozen 2 analyses #Frozen analyses #Disney #Disney Frozen 2 #Disney Frozen #Frozen 2 #Frozen #Elsa #Anna #Dark Sea #Ahtohallan #decision #separation #1K #my stuff #mine

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merlinbingo · 4 years ago

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All badges for March have been sent out, so if you think you should have one and don’t, please drop us a mail/non-anon ask/DM me on discord.

We’re back to having just the one round up post for March, on account of how any attempt to split by ship or category or (weirdly) rating would end up horribly unbalanced.

Everything is hidden below the cut, sorted by ship and then by rating.

Take a look, take heed of the tags/warnings/rating (including those marked as ‘Not rated’ or ‘Choose not to use archive warnings’ - the works could contain anything at all, so please practice self-care when deciding whether or not to click on that link!) and make sure to leave all these wonderful creators some love, okay?

Gen/No ship

Some Things Linger by mordredandmorganadeservedbetter Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: The ghost of Igraine watches over a sleeping baby Arthur

Chicken nuggies by ice-mint Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary:

A Time to Heal by archaeologist_d Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary: After Arthur’s death, Merlin had nothing to live for, except Aithusa.

Scarves by archaeologist_d Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Merlin always wears scarves. There’s a reason for it.

The Longest Journey Starts With Regret by J_Gun_i Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: The road to atonement is long and loaded with guilt. And no one knows that better than Merlin. Or: In the night after the druids were slaughtered, Morgana sees a figure steal themself through the night. Following a feeling, she finds out more than she ever had imagined.

Elena/Freya

Can Destiny Be So kind? by waywardwritings Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Lost in a crowded market place Freya panics and cowers in a barn in turn making an unlikely friend

Merlin/Lancelot

A Journey begins with a single step by lancelitttle Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Lance in the underworld companion piece to The World can Go on Without Me

Love letters by donttouchtheneednoggle Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Lancelot and Merlin's correspondence, from 'Lancelot and Guinevere' to 'The Coming of Arthur'

A New Fondness by rainbowvamp Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: A moment in bed with Merlin and Lancelot. They both care for another, but find comfort together.

To leave the warmest bed I've ever known by donttouchtheneednoggle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: “We have time, right?” There was another long silence before Merlin spoke. “Yeah,” he said at last. “We have time.”' Missing scene from 4x01

Merlin/Gwen/Arthur

Picnics and Pranks by OnceFutureEmrys Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Gwen, Merlin, and Arthur shop and have a picnic. And prank each other. That's literally the story.

Merlin/Arthur

Five Times Merlin Wanted To Hug Arthur and One Time Arthur Hugged Him by psychotic_fangirl369 Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: This is my take on 5+1 things, in which Merlin really wants to hug Arthur, but doesn't and one time Arthur hugs him.

A Tapestry of Scars by psychotic_fangirl369 Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: “It’s okay,” he said, although it really, really wasn’t. “I’m okay. Look, all I’ve got is a scar!” And he lifted his shirt up to show Arthur the new scar from todays death. That was the wrong thing to do. Arthur paled and reached out, yanking Merlin’s shirt over his head and tossing it aside. “Hey!” Merlin grumbled, but shut up the instant Arthur’s fingers were on his chest. “So many,” Arthur murmured. “Merlin, there are so many.” “So many what?” “Scars.” Or, the one where Merlin is immortal and Arthur finds out.

all our times have come by eat_crow Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary: Arthur is Life. Merlin is Death.

Control (you should be scared of me) by heartsocold Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: Merlin knows something is wrong the moment he feels as though his magic is about to suffocate him. He feels it tingle under his skin in the most eerie of ways, as though it’s itching to burst free. It feels as though it’s climbing up his throat, choking him as he fights the urge to unleash it. He doesn’t know what’s coming exactly, but he knows to be scared. He fears that even he - Emrys - won’t be strong enough to fight against it. He’s terrified that if he can’t figure out their plan before they make their move, Camelot will fall. Arthur - his destiny, his love - will fall.

Light My Candle by UisceOneLove Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Why did Merlin ever think he could go through with marrying Arthur?

livin' at a pace that kills by eat_crow Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Summary: Arthur crashes his motorcycle. Merlin, a nurse, comes to visit him.

Knighthood Means Jousting (Among Other Things) by evaelisaa Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: Gwaine finds that Merlin looks incredibly sexy now that he’s a knight – all that training has definitely buffed him up. Gwaine would love to see everything from up close for once, so he tries to convince Merlin to have a tumble in the hay. Only, Merlin doesn’t seem eager to join Gwaine. Why is that?

Look At The Wonderful Mess That We Made by tehfanglyfish Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Merlin couldn’t say what surprised him more – Arthur’s rapid mastery of modern technology or the fact that he’d joined a professional esports team three months after touching a keyboard for the first time. Or… the King’s Avatar-BBC Merlin Crossover fic that absolutely no one anywhere ever asked for.

Bare Your Soul by Polomonkey Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: An accidental soulbonding leads Merlin and Arthur into counselling to get it dissolved. If, of course, that's what they really want...

The Missing Pentacle by Camelittle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Detective Sergeant Arthur Pendragon hates having to call in reinforcements from the most special branch of Special Branch. But sometimes there is no alternative. And this is one of those times. His commanding officer insists that they have the right suspect, but his commanding officer is an arse. There are too many oddities about the crime scene for that to make any sense. So, Arthur does the only thing he can do in the circumstances. He calls Merlin.

The Road Not Taken by Clea2011 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Merlin never reached Camelot. Instead he is forced to work as a lowly servant in the castle of Essetir's king, Cenred.

Wanna Bet? by Mischel Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Arthur lost a bet with Merlin. Now he has to face the consequences and publicly announce that he is a prat and an ass and that he snores. As if things couldn't get any worse, Merlin gives him another paper to read to the (now laughing) citizens of Camelot, only- this paper is very different from the previous one that was filled with insults. And . . . why is Merlin kneeling?

Best Intentions by RavenGirl42 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: "Arthur pushed the front door closed behind him and leaned against it, a white grip on his laptop bag, eyes red and screwed shut. He heard Merlin appear from the kitchen. Arthur couldn’t speak – couldn’t even meet his husband’s eyes. He looked at the ceiling, mouth squeezed tight, holding it all in. "Merlin eased Arthur’s bag from him, then drew him into his arms. Arthur’s breath heaved as he sunk his head onto Merlin’s shoulder. They stood locked together and Merlin felt Arthur silently shuddering, until he managed to force himself to stop, with deep breaths. "Merlin kissed his forehead. 'What happened, love?' " Arthur took over as CEO of Pendragon Enterprises a year ago. When he starts having problems at work, Merlin hates seeing him upset and decides he should do something about it - but best intentions don't always lead to the best results.

frozen deep blue (you painted me golden) by nextstopparis Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: The first few months were the worst, and then Arthur tried walking back into the lake.

Stand and Deliver by Camelittle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: In which Merlin's a dandy highwayman, and Arthur's a damsel in distress. Pretty much.

I'm getting lost (I need someone to relay on) by Stardustwrites17 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: Missing scene after Uther gets stabbed. Arthur breaks down, and Merlin is left to pick up the pieces. For my merlin bingo: Uther or Ygraine

Sugar Plum by camelittle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: In which Arthur appreciates his new valet's sugar plums - but can't get that rascally (devilishly handsome) highwayman out of his head.

Games People Play by archaeologist_d Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Gwaine’s life changed when he met Merlin.

Light Treason by tehfanglyfish Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Merlin confesses to light treason. Arthur says it's fine and actually means it.

Even though you fool your soul by Camelittle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: In which Lord High Magistrate Uther Pendragon tries to teach Morgana and Arthur a lesson about magic, with unforeseen consequences.

My Heart Is Ever Given To You by tehfanglyfish Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: When one ship gets stuck for Merlin, another sets sail.

Blind Date by archaeologist_d Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Morgana insists that Arthur go on a blind date. But not the ordinary kind. The kind where the customers at the restaurant are blind-folded so that they can better appreciate the food. And not judge people by their looks.

Not All Rainy Days Are Bad by OnceFutureEmrys Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: But he decides that day that he hates thunderstorms. He hates the claps of lightning, the loud noises of droplets hitting his window. The strong winds that shake his little room and give him goosebumps along his arms. Suffice to say, Merlin decides at the age of eight that he most definitely hates the rain. And nothing could convince him otherwise. -OR- Merlin hates the rain because something bad always happens. Then one rainy day he meets Arthur and his entire life changes.

You’ll always be my only guiding light - act II by YouKeepMeRight Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: “Come on! We’ll be soaking wet in a matter of seconds!” Arthur was squeezing Merlin’s hand, tugging him towards the end of the street, where they would have found refuge inside the hotel. Their room was ready to welcome them back into its warm embrace, with comfortable beds and fluffy pillows, offering them the privacy they desperately needed. After Arthur's return, Merlin and Arthur begin to travel around the world. During their journey, they'll discover more about the modern era and about themselves.

Chains by archaeologist_d Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply, Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: Merlin thinks about all the chains that bind him to Arthur.

You Need Someone Older and Wiser by RavenGirl42 Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Merlin turned to his boyfriend and jabbed his chest, gleefully. “It’s midnight. That means you’ve forgotten! How could you, Arthur? I’m devastated.” “Forgotten what?” Arthur asked cautiously, sensing a set-up. Arthur’s forgotten their anniversary and Merlin has PLANS for how he wants Arthur to make it up to him, involving nuns, naval officers and ‘a few of his favourite things’.

A Near Death Experience by archaeologist_d Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: They kept getting caught in rope nets. Merlin had to wonder why.

Use a mirror - no bullet or a knife by Camelittle Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: In which Arthur gives Morgana a piece of his mind and loses a dinner service as a consequence

Last First Kiss by Blake Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: In a time of ancient gods, warlords and kings, a land in turmoil cried out for a hero. And so did Merlyn, who was tired of using her magic to milk cows.

Excalibur Reborne by archaeologist_d Rating: Explicit Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Merlin might be teaching Arthurian legend—he’d lived it after all, but when one of his students finds Excalibur, it raises more questions than answers.

A Lot Like Life by Blake Rating: Explicit Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: Queen Guinevere and her Court Sorcerer take political advice from their new servant, who doesn't look at all like the recently deceased King Arthur (until he's behind the closed doors of Merlin's quarters.)

In Secret, Between the Shadow and the Soul by nuttersinc/Leandra Rating: Explicit Ao3 warnings: Underage Summary: In the intimacy of a bright summer afternoon, with no one around to tell him to stop, with Merlin unaware of his transgression, Arthur allows himself to look... *-* Set during Part 2 of Nobody moves, Nobody gets hurt, from Arthur's perspective, a porny little one-shot with tons of feelings.

Suits You Perfectly by evaelisaa Rating: Explicit Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Morgana decides Merlin needs a tailored suit. When Arthur sees him, he just wants to get Merlin /out/ of the suit again.

#merlin bingo #round up #march #just look at all these beautiful works #seriously #i am so proud of you all #you're wonderful #you're amazing #you make the world a brighter place

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higuchimon · 4 years ago

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what do you want to see?

GX Month is almost over and I'm having a lot of fun with it. But it did push back finishing my WIPs a lot, and it added a few to the list despite my best efforts. So, my next goal after this is to finish those WIPs. That's not what I'm asking. This is: I have a lot of series and worlds. Which do you, the readers I share what I write with, wants to see the most? Here are your options:

Digimon Adventure 02

Division of Destiny: The world of Reign of the Undead King, taking place afterward. The living Chosen adjust to a world of blue skies and green grass and Digimon who aren't trying to kill them. But Piemon and Vamdemon are still out there, and Vamdemon has Daisuke.

Take To The Skies: Daisuke falls more and more under the Kaiser's control and he really doesn't want to. But even his stubbornness can only hold out so long. [unknown type of ending]

Fragmented Memory: Kaiser keeps a firm hold over Daisuke by manipulating his memory. But even he can't succeed forever, right? Only time will tell - and maybe not this story. [unknown type of ending]

Broken Bonds: Takeru must still deal with his soulmate Piemon and the fact that Patamon won't hatch out of his egg. [unknown type of ending]

Fight To Remember: Ken and Daisuke have both lost their memories. Getting them back will involve remembering that they're enemies - unless something happens before that. Something like becoming friends.

Services Rendered: So, to pay the Kaiser back for saving his life, Daisuke has to do what the Kaiser wants. What does the Kaiser want? [probably open-ended]

Scars of Victory: The elder Chosen have returned to the Digital World. After 7 years they've missed out on a lot and need to get caught up. But will the Kaiser give them the time? [probably open-ended]

Course of Events: Daisuke grows up with Piemon and LadyDevimon, learning what it is to be their son, their servant, and their warrior. And then the Chosen arrive - along with the sister he barely remembers.

Walking The Edge: The Kaiser has what he wants. Daisuke finally knows who he is and is going to help him - whether Daisuke likes it or not. If the Chosen haven't stopped him in all these years, how can they now when they're down one? [undecided ending]

Dark Brotherhood: Now that the Kaiser has his half-brother Anbumon with him, they're going to take down the Chosen. If only it were that easy.

Danger Zone: Kaiser is very annoyed that Hikari prevented him from taking Daisuke. So he's going to make sure that she delivers his prey right to him. [not a happy ending]

Melody of the Heart: They need to find Jou and Koushiro to help Taichi be immune to Yamato's enchanting voice. It's a long journey and an amazing adventure.

Heart of Demon, Soul of Angel: How exactly did Yamato distract Taichi? Well, Ken had to get Daisuke on a date. So how did Yamato manage that? He's a demon. He did it with lust. [not entirely happy ending]

Game of Life: Now that the Kaiser knows about the breed, what is he going to do next?

Bitter Bargain: The first night that Daisuke spends in the Kaiser's fortress is much like when the Kaiser spent it at his apartment. [obviously rated M & forced consent]

Sanguine Bindings: How did the Chosen deal with the Kaiser's revelation as a vampire and having taken Daisuke?

Purpose of Existence: Yamato, Koushiro, and the Kaiser go to rescue Daisuke. But who is going to rescue Daisuke from the Kaiser?

No Good Decisions: V-mon's an egg. Daisuke is still sick - and is he getting sicker? But the Kaiser's there to take care of him.

Flaming Ivy: The Kaiser has chosen Daisuke as his Firestarter. Daisuke might not feel the same way - or maybe he does.

Digimon Xros Wars: Young Hunters Leaping Through Time

Hunting The Great Game: A look back into the past - it's really not so easy to break Kiriha free of DarkKnightmon's control.

Yu-Gi-Oh GX

Reversal: the full story of RYou's expereinces as a spy in Haou's forces, ending up with his reveal and the consequences thereof. Not a happy ending.

Reversal: the rebellion finds hope at long last. Or hope finds them, whichever way. Happy ending, or at least a neutral one (depending on how much I want to put in the story).

Reversal: O'Brien is able to track down his deck and duel disk. Reasonaly happy ending.

Hell's Ice: Ryou awakens in Dark World and slowly learns that he has a connection to ice, snow, and cold, and must learn to master his powers under Snoww's instruction, while surviving serving Brron.

Itch To Scratch: Juudai & Yubel take Johan to find out what he really is. Johan is not very happy about what he finds out.

Bridges: A tale of Samejima and Ryou, with Ryou learning how to bind demons and be a duelist of the Cyber-style.

King's Champion: Magician to King: Fujiwara Yuusuke has lost his parents. Honest offers to take him to another world, since he has no family left. That doesn't turn out the way that they both hope.

Shadow Demons: There's someone who wants to destroy demon prince Ryou, shadow mage Yuusuke, guardian angel Honest, and angel of love FUbuki. This is going to be difficult to deal with.

Past and Future: The story of how Juudai went swimming, lost his clothes, fought demons, and flew home naked.

Hole In Your Heart: A retelling of season three, with a more detailed timeframe and an arc of Dark World that's not far too short.

In Darkness We Find Fire: Ryou, Fubuki, and Yuusuke's first year, learning who they are and how to deal with being Healers and Firestarter.

In Darkness We Find Fire: Shou's first year as a duelist and Healer is far more interesting than he expected.

Prisoner of the Black Tower: Why does Haou keep Johan in the tower?

Red Zinnias: So, the Light has been expunged from Saiou. He's free for the first time in a while. So now what happens?

Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal

On Dragon's Wings:

Hating Humanity: Now that Durbe has restored Nasch and Merag's memories, it's time to figure out what to do about the Astral Messenger - who hasn't arrived yet.

Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V

Confusing: Yuuri is getting better at twisting Shun's memories. But that also requires taking him out into the field - where he can encounter those from his past.

Angels, Demons, & Deciding Factors: Yuuri's corruption of Shun continues. [rated M/R, technical non-con in the sense Shun isn't in his right mind and Yuuri is a jerk]

Collars and Keeping: Yuuri inflicts punishment onto Shun for his escape attempt. [rated M/R. see also, Yuuri is a sadistic jerk]

Fae Song: The story of how Rin and Ruri came to serve selena - and what happened to Yuugo.

Strike Hard Strike Fast: Shun has to deal with being captured by vampires. As if one wouldn't be bad enough.

Ashes and Oaths: What happens to Shun now that Yuuri's captured him? Pain. Lots and lots of pain.

Beat of Wings: Yuugo's wings have been bound, like all Flyers of Commons. He can only be released if somoene purchases his services or if he's sold to someone. Roget will try to buy Yuuri off any way he can.

Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boubei Love

Burning Inscription: Kinshiro and Atsushi finally find out the truth of their soulmate marks. Along with the truth of what their battle is really about.

Crossovers

Digimon Adventure 02 & YGO GX: Replacement Vampire: Camula and Vamdemon sent the newly turned RYou to be Camula's replacement in the Seven Stars. So how is that going to work out?

Intrafandom Crossovers

Scorpion Strike: Lesath learns to adjust to the Barian World and his new position as Mizael's assistant. That means dealing with Vector.

Message me, comment, or whatever about which one you'd like to see. This will be reblogged on a regular basis and will continue until I've finished my current WIPs, so probably into 2021.

#fanfic #higuchimon posts #digimon adventure #digimon adventure 02 #digimon xros wars #ygo zexal #ygo gx #ygo arc-v #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love!#crossovers #Digimon

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nights-legacy · 4 years ago

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Over Time- Eventual!Zuko

+ Kira is an airbender a few years ahead of Aang in training. Her and Aang are as close as siblings. She goes with him into the storm and is there when they are forced down, joining Aang in his journey 100 years later. Unlike Aang, Kira notices there is something different the moment she gets her barrings outside the ice. The first kicker to be something wrong is the size of the Southern Water Tribe. The second being a prince of the Fire Nation was certainly not Azulon.

Note: This will be a slow burn romance. This was a scenario that has been in my head for a bit and the name stuck when I was imagining it, so the reader (you! lol) is Kira.

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Kira’s POV

“Aang!” I ran through the halls looking for the boy. “Aang, please! Where are you?” I called. I stopped, exasperated. I sighed after catching my breath but paused halfway through. On a feeling, I look right and saw a running figure. I followed until I saw Appa and knew it was Aang. I ran and vaulted myself onto Appa’s back.

“Kira! What are you doing?” Aang turned toward me surprised. He looked like he had been crying. “Go back!”

“No, I am not letting you do this alone.”

“You’re…you’re not going to make me go back?” I shook my head and hugged him.

“No I know you need to get away but I won’t let you go alone.”

“Thank you, Kira. I don’t know what I would do without you. Get settled, a storm is coming.” I nodded and settled myself in the saddle. We flew and the rain came. We kept going until it was too dangerous.

“Aang we need to land! It’s getting too dangerous!” I yelled over the wind. Aang looked back at me and I saw worry and fear in his eyes. He nodded and tried to land Appa but a lightning strike scared Appa, him to jerk and stall.

“Appa! Kira!” I heard Aang yell barely over the ringing in my ears. I couldn’t see anything but all of a sudden, I felt the cold of the water below before I didn’t. Air surrounded me before I blacked out.

*Time Skip brought to you by Katara and her Water Magic*

“Kira! Kira! Wake up please!” I groaned before opening my eyes. I quickly moved my hand to block the sun. “Thank the spirits.”

“Aang?” I saw him and two other people standing over me. I sat up slowly. “What’s going on?”

“We crashed into the water. I was able to create a bubble that froze and we fell asleep.” He scratched the back of his neck in guilt. “I’m sorry, Kira.”

“It’s okay, Aang.” I hugged him. “Where are we?”

“You’re in the Southern Water Tribe. I’m Sokka, this is my sister Katara.” The boy held out his hand for me and helped me up.

“Are you an Airbender too?” Katara asked. I smiled and nodded.

“Yes. I am Kira. I am 16 years old. We are from the Southern Air Temple.” I held out a hand to Katara. She smiled and shook it.

“Kira is like an older sister to me. She is the closest friend before Monk Gyatso.” As they talked, I looked around. Something felt different. The air felt different around me, heavier. Not long after, we made way to their village. It was a lot smaller than I remember.

We were greeted warmly. I was enjoying the tranquilty and the people. The food not so much but it was alright. It was nice until the Fire Nation showed up. The feeling I got from earlier intensified.

“Something is not right.” I said as Aang boarded the ship. He turned and shared a look with me before disappearing into the machine. I held Katara back by the hands so she wouldn’t use her bending. She looked at me surprised. “You are not trained enough to fight them yet.” They left on the ship

“Why did they not take you two?” Sokka looked at me confused.

“They didn’t think I was a bender. I do not have the tattoos and I dress with a different color then the normal Air Nomad colors.” I said motioning to my blank skin and the purple wrap around my waist. “Not tell me…” I looked at them intently. “How long has it been since Avatar Roku disappeared?”

“It’s been over a hundred years.” Sokka told me while rubbing his arm. I closed my eyes and took a big breath. “How did you know? That more time had passed then Aang thinks?”

“I could feel a change in the air. I have had more spiritual training then Aang and I have always had a knack for sense on a different spectrum. Also, when we feel asleep, there were a bountiful amount of benders in the Southern Water Tribe and the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation’s name was not Zuko.”

“Oh…” Katara and Sokka shared a look. I ran towards Appa as he grew antsy. I turned back and saw the two were gone. I sighed and set my head against Appa.

“Those two are going to go after him.” I looked over my shoulder at Gran Gran. “They are good kids and they will go try and save him.”

“They won’t be going alone.” I turned completely toward her.

“Please watch over them I know they won’t be back for a long time. Their destinies have intertwined with yours and the Avatar’s.”

“I give you my word.” She smiled before she pulled something out of her sleeve. It is small trinket with a small white lotus. I gasped.

‘This was given to me by my mother. She said her friend from the Southern Air Temple gave it to her just before she disappeared. Her friends name was Kira.”

“Mira…you’re Mira’s daughter.” She placed the comb in my hair before she hugged me and sent me on my way. I wiped the stray tear from my eye as I found the two. “What do you to think you are doing?” I said, spooking them.

“Ummm…” Sokka looked down at the canoe and them back up at me on Appa. “Going after Aang?” He said unsure. I chuckled and looked ahead where the ship was a ways away.

“Not in that you’re not. You would never catch them.” I clicked and told Appa to land. “Get on. I’ll give you a lift.” I smirked as a smile spread across both of their faces.

*Time Skip*

“Who even are you?” Zuko asked me harshly. I sat with my arms tied behind my back on the ground. He was currently circling me like a predator. I had stayed behind, stalling Zuko so Aang and the others could escape. Aang didn’t want to leave me but I gave him no choice. “You dress in the clothes of the Air Nomads. You act like one and you are protective of the Avatar as if you know him.”

“Because I do.” I said simply. Also, he didn’t know I was Airbender.

“He is over a hundred years old. You can’t!”

“But she does, Zuko.” The older gentleman I came to know as Iroh stepped up. I smiled and bowed my head. He did as well. “Because she is as well. If my guess is correct, you’re older then the Avatar.”

“Yes.” Zuko was looking at me intently. I sighed before standing. He got into a ready position. I jumped and flipped around to bring my hands in front of me. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” He asked confused. I brought my hands up before kicking into the air, forcing a gust straight towards him. He flew back. “You’re an air bender.”

“That I am.” I flipped a dropped blade from the ground and caught the ropes, cutting them. Zuko darted and shot a blast of fire at me. I pushed it aside before grabbing his arm, blocking him. “Why do you fight?”

“To regain my honor. To regain my father’s favor.” He pulled out of my hold and fought me. I blocked each attack.

“The only person who can give and take you honor is you. No one else has that authority over your life but you. Not your father, not your sister, not even your uncle, only you!” I told him before I hit him in the chest. He flew back into a tree, getting knocked out. “I am sorry, Iroh.”

“It is okay, my dear. If only he would listen.” Iroh handed me my staff.

“He will over time.” I smiled at him. I bowed and so did he.

“The White Lotus. A flower of beauty, truth, and philosophy. People who bare the flower usually ones who share ancient knowledge despite divides.” I reached up and brushed my fingers across the comb. “Maybe we can speak over tea sometime?”

“I would love that.” I said. I walked over and knelt beside Zuko, brushing a finger across his scarred cheek. “One day things will fall into place.” I stood and walked to the edge of the cliff. “Good evening, Iroh.”

“Good evening.” I dove off the cliff and fell through the air. I opened my staff just a few yards from the ground flying off into the night.

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jaybug-jabbers · 4 years ago

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All-Glitch Pokemon Blue Run Pt16: Approaching Destiny

The following is a series of texts exchanged between the devices of Professor Gingko and his assistant, June, dated 8/15/97. This document is for the personal information and use of the designated recipiet only (i.e., “for your eyes only”). It is not to be shared.

P Gingko 3:34 pm

June? Are you still out working with D4 in the Mansion? You've been gone quite a long time now. I was hoping for a status report.

Junebug 3:46 pm

ya got sidetracked sorry

P Gingko 3:47 pm

Side-tracked doing what?

Junebug 3:49 pm

I'll tell you but promise you won't be mad, ok?

P Gingko 3:50 pm

I won't be mad as long as you don't give me a reason to be mad.

Junebug 3:52 pm

I'm sort of in Viridian City right now

Junebug 3:52 pm

and, uh, I just finished fighting the gym leader. did yoy know the Viridian Gym leader was Giovani?

P Gingko 3:53 pm

What on Earth possessed you to do this, June? Did I not *specifically* instruct you no more gym battles or trainer fights? You know we're trying to keep a low profile!

Junebug 3:53 pm

ok see you're getting mad

Junebug 3:53 pm

look, I had a reason

Junebug 3:54 pm

I heard on the news that the Viridian Gym was accepting challengers again, and somebody was speculating the leader of the gym was actually this giovani guy

Junebug 3:54 pm

and like it was acting as his sort of cover. you know, the dude who is in charge of team rocket? those losers who keep smuggling pokemon and stuff? and they were RIGHT, it totally was giovani

P Gingko 3:56 pm

I fail to see why this is relevent. What does it matter if the Gym leader is Giovani? You still shouldn't have challenged him, especially in front of so many witnesses.

Junebug 3:58 pm

because I stopped him! I stomped him flat with my glitch pokes and he was so confused and humiliated that he swore he couldnt even face team rccket anymore. he said he's disbanding the whole organization! look i knew somebody had to take the guy down a few pegs, and I was right, it worked.

P Gingko 4:00 pm

As commendable as that is, June, this sort of thing still is best left to the authorities to deal with. Let the police and investigators handle Team Rocket. It's not the job of a busy young lady who's assisting a glitch pokemon professor on very delicate research.

Junebug 4:02 pm

Isn't it, though?

P Gingko 4:02 pm

Isn't it what?

Junebug 4:05 pm

Look, Professor. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. We've been spending months now researching these glitch pokemon. And you've spent YEARS doing it. All in super secrecy. Ever since they were discovered, its been in secret. youve been slaving away in the shadows, and all your colleagues just think youre some qwuak, some lunatic.

P Gingko 4:05 pm

The reminder is, in fact, not necessary. I'm well aware of how the academic community perceives me.

Junebug 4:06 pm

Don't you think it's about time we do something about that? We've learned so much and we have PLENTY of proof by now! We can go public about glitch pokemon and show the world what they've been missing. or misunderstanding.

P Gingko 4:08 pm

June, that's not for you to decide. The nature of our research is very important but also very sensitive. We're working with incredibly powerful forces. In the wrong hands, or if mishandled, glitch pokemon and glitch phenomenon can be devastating

Junebug 4:11 pm

Yeah but isn't that all the more reason to go forward with the truth? Sooner or later, some random person will stumble across glitches, just like I did. And who knows what will happen to them. But if we go forward and educate people, then, laws can be made, and people can learn about them, and we can all know how to deal with glitches properly.

Junebug 4:11 pm

and also people will realize we're not crazy!! you wont have to work in obscurity anymore. you can be a hero! recognized for your genius.

P Gingko 4:12 pm

Appealing to my sense of vanity won't work, you know.

Junebug 4:12 pm

its not really about the glory though, thats just a nice added bonus.

P Gingko 4:15 pm

June . . . it's not as though I have not considered these facts. I've thought about them for years. About when to go public, and how, and with what information. It is of course my ultimate goal to reveal what we've learned to the world. So that everyone can live safely and co-exist with these amazing creatures.

P Gingko 4:15 pm

But it's not as simple as just holding a press conference and proclaiming things to the world. There are so many factors to consider.

Junebug 4:17 pm

Maybe you'r over-complicating it, though. like, I had this great idea yesterday about how we can do it.

P Gingko 4:17 pm

I mean this with no offense, but I very much doubt that you've settled on a solution more sophisticated then my years of consideration has generated.

Junebug 4:19 pm

wait til you hear it before dismissing it, man

Junebug 4:19 pm

you're gonna love it

Junebug 4:19 pm

you ready to hear it?

P Gingko 4:20 pm

June.

Junebug 4:20 pm

ok so . . . .

Junebug 4:20 pm

I take my team of glitch pokemon and I beat the Elite 4 and become Pokemon Champion of the entire region.

Junebug 4:24 pm

Professor?

Junebug 4:26 pm

Professor, u still there?

Junebug 4:27 pm

c'mon man its a brilliant idea

P Gingko 4:30 pm

Get back to the lab. We're not discussing this.

Junebug 4:30 pm

Aw, cmon. What better way to prove to the whole world the power and reality of glitch pokemon? Nobody can call it phony after that, and nobody can deny them. Plus with the prestige of Championship we'll be in a position to put forth our important research and ideas on handling glitch pokes safely.

Junebug 4:40 pm

Professor, are you there?

P Gingko 4:48 pm

Get back to the lab.

P Gingko 4:48 pm

We can discuss it there.

—

(E-mail from one week later)

Professor,

This is the update you wanted about my journey through Victory Road. I know you’re still feeling hestitant even after all our long discussions about the plan. I hope this report can reassure you that this is going to go off without a hitch.

My first hurdle on the journey began before I could even take a single step on Victory Road. Professor Oak’s grandson had once again managed to track me down. It’s like that kid has a sixth sense for honing in on me and being annoying, I swear. He demanded a battle, so I complied.

Things were a cakewalk, but then, uhh. He sent out his Alakazam and it was . . . a lot stronger then before. By like, a lot.

He wiped my entire team. It was almost in an instant.

But that didn’t matter, because I’m no pushover trainer! Maybe I used to be, but these days I’ve learned an awful lot. So I dug into my supplies of TMs and found the perfect one. I taught Giago Thunder Wave.

During our rematch, Gia survived a hit and paralyzed the Alakazam. I knew the Zam had paltry Defense, so I sent out Fractal, who has amazing physical Attack. The Zam crumpled before us!

Things were a little tight with the final foe, a level 53 Blastoise, but my team chipped him down enough that Wobbles could easily finish the job. Not bad for a team sitting at around level 35.

With that annoying kid cleared out of the way, we headed to the caves known as Victory Road.

The journey wasn’t exactly a quick one, I’ll be honest. It took a lot of tromping around, getting lost, pushing rubble out of the way, and battling trainers that had alarmingly high-levelled pokemon. I eventually decided it would probably be best if we did a little extra training. It would make the trip a bit smoother.

So we trained, and we trained hard. Our goal was for everyone to reach level 40. Not too ambitious, just around 5 levels or so. For some, it was pretty easy. Wobbles had no problems, and Gia was packing Surf. Sure, Gia’s Special isn’t great, but it was still enough to take out the local Rock/Ground types in the cave. Jasper took slightly longer to work with, but with Earthquake and Hydro Pump, he still didn’t have much trouble.

Dusty was a bit harder to train. As you know, her stats have never been incredible . . . besides her speed, that is. But she had Bubblebeam, Ice Beam and Hydro Pump, so it actually wasn’t too bad; just a little more time-consuming.

Then there was Fractal. I’ve noted before that Fractal’s defenses (both of them) are the worst of the team’s, and frankly abysmal. So training him was certainly a challenge. I opted to wander the grasses just outside of the cave, beating on Dittos and Fearows and healing a TON. It took a while, but eventually, even Fractal rose through the ranks.

After Fractal, there was just Charmed left to train. It wasn’t too bad, considering how balanced Charm’s stats are. The only extra thing I needed to do was duplicate some Elixirs for Charmed. She still doesn’t trust Pokecenter nurses, so she’ll only accept heals from me. I even bought Charmed a little treat and taught her Fire Blast.

Of course, if I’d wanted to, I could have duplicated a crapton of Rare Candies and just fed them to my pokemon. But I wasn’t going to do that. After all, you told me eating too much candy isn’t healthy for pokemon, and besides, I knew they could prove themselves in battle.

And that they did. We finally cleared Victory Road’s twisted, confusing tunnels and made it outside to face the large, dominating building that housed the Elite Four.

It was time.

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Click For the Next Part of the Series!

#pokemon #glitch pokemon #pokemon glitching #mycontent #glitch run #pokemon playthroughs

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daenerys-targaryen-moved · 5 years ago

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I don’t know.

I used to believe that Daenerys’ endgame was to fight the Others, and while I do believe that it is her destiny to fight them, I no longer believe it will be her end. You can look through my old metas and find that I once believed that Daenerys would sacrifice herself in the battle against the Others because Daenerys is very self sacrificial, she is very very selfless and very very compasionate. She puts herself at risk to protect total strangers. She freed thousands of slaves because she wanted to, even though in doing so kept her away from her dream of returing to Westeros. She gave Doreah the very last bit of water on the Dothraki sea to sooth her as she died. She thirsted and starved along side those who chose to follow her instead of taking up the remaining resources for herself because she was Khaleesi. She sacrificed her own happiness by marrying someone who she despised in order to keep peace in Meereen. The point I’m getting at is that Daenerys is extremely self sacrificial and extremely selflesss.

However, I’ve come to the conclusion that Daenerys sacrificing herself and then dying so that the Others are defeated just......... doesn’t fit her story or plot at all. From book one, her entire journey has been about protecting people and abolishing slavery. Of course, the Others murder people and enslave them for evil, so that does make sense. There is of course Azor Ahai prophecy that without a doubt hints to Daenerys,

There will come a day after a long summer when the stars bleed and the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world. In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him.

When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone.

(Now I know that Jon and Bran are also potentially Azor Ahai, I don’t really want to get into that debate because it’s been debated on who is Azor Ahai, if it’s one person or multiple, on if it’s even relevant to present asoiaf, ect. I’m just bringing it up because I personally do believe that it points to Daenerys, and with that being said points to her battling against the Others in some fashion one way or another)

If we look at Daenerys, her plot has been about ruling, abolishing slavery and protecting people. Her story is very political, while say Jons story is very magical. Now I know that sounds crazy. Daenerys, the girl who hatched and rides dragons is the political story whilst Jons, the boy who is a secret lost prince and Lord Commander is the magical story. To me though it is. Jons plot is also about protecting people, but it’s about protecting people from the Great Others, not slavers. He attempts to protect those beyond the wall because he knows that if he doesn’t succeed in allowing them past the wall, they will all die and become members of the Others army.

Anyways, as I’ve stated above, to me Danys story is about protecting people from those who would wish to harm them, abolishing slavery and ruling. Now, her sacrificing herself to defeat the Great Others doesn’t make much sense considering she’s not the main POV who the entire time has dealt with the Great Others. Her entire POV has been about abolishing and battling slavers.

Also, the ending is supposed to be bittersweet. Daenerys sacrificing herself in the Battle against the Others isn’t bittersweet for her. It’s a tragedy.

Daenerys was born an orphan and without a family. Her father was murdered, her mother died bringing her into the world, her eldest brother was slain in war, her good sister was butchered, her niece was stabbed a dozen times and her nephew has his skull bashed in. Daenerys has nothing but a brother who viewed and used her as nothing but a pawn. She has a short time of happiness growing up in an unknown location in Braavos, where she has Ser Willem Darry in the house with the red door and lemon tree, but he dies and assasins are sent after her and Viserys, forcing them to leave the house with the red door and flee on foot into the streets. She starves, she thirsts, she lives in mud and in filth and in fear, being too young to comprehend why this is happening, why she’s being hunted, why she was taken from what she viewed as her home, why her brother is being so cruel. Illyio takes them in, and strikes a deal with a war lord Dothraki Khal to marry Daenerys off to him in exchange for his army. She’s sold and is nothing more than a glorified bed slave for him. She grows to love him out of pure survival and out of stock holm syndrome. Viserys sentences himself to death by bringing weapons into the Vaes Dothrak, holding a sword to her pregnant belly and threatening to cut her unborn child from her womb, rather she’d plead for his life or not he had already been sentenced. She gets pregnant, but eventually loses her husband and also her baby in a horrific birth laced with dark blood magic. She has power as a Khaleesi, but still has less authority than her husband even as he takes his last breaths. She frees the slaves that made up the khalassar that stayed with her after her husband died, and some leave her, but those who stayed at now her people who chose her and who she must protect. She suffers with them in the Red Waste, has to watch as those same people starve and die. Flash forward and she’s gained the Unsullied and freed all 8,000 men. She’s conquered Meereen and freed all of those slaves as well. That happiness is also short lived as the slavers of course are not happy that they no longer have slaves, and form the Sons of the Harpy. She has to marry a man she loathes because it’s either marriage or war, and she wants to keep her people safe. All moments with Daario are a young girl in love but he is not kingly type and she knows it.

There is no doubt that every character / family in a song of ice and fire has suffered. This isn’t a ‘Daenerys has suffered the most’ post, because honestly the whole debate on who has suffered most is tiring and annoying. This is a post pointing out that Daenerys has had very few short lived moments of happiness, security and love before it was snatched away from her one way or another.

For her story to end in such a way that really doesn’t make sense for her plot, and for her to die in such a fashion that doesn’t even relate to her characters goals isn’t bittersweet. For this young girl who’s overcame being orphaned, starved, abused, raped, enslaved and is one of the only characters who cares about the people and the minorities of the world to die isn’t bittersweet. For this young girl to die by sacrificing herself so that those who grew up privileged in every sense of the word can live is not bittersweet. For her to die battling an enemy that her story does not resolve around is not bittersweet. For her to die so that she defeats the enemies of others, for them to use all her resources for their own gain and survival is not bittersweet. For her characters entire purpose of the story to be her suffering time and time again, for her accomplishments and hard work to be brushed off and for her to pave the way for others is not bittersweet.

That’s a tragedy.

I’m talking in circles because I’m really quite terrible at expressing my thoughts, and also Daenerys if you didn’t know, means a lot to me, so I’m also emotional about this topic. I hope some of this makes sense, because honestly if this is where her story is going then what is the point of her character? What was the point of creating her, if her endgame is to just defeat others enemies and then die so that those who don’t even care for her live? What was the point of her abolishing slavery and protecting those who cannot protect themselves if her endgame doesn’t remotely revolve around doing just that? Why create her if her endgame is to clean out others enemies? What was the point of her overcoming all that suffering and abuse if her endgame is just more suffering and abuse? I’m a bitter Dany stan if you couldn’t tell, and if this is where GRRM is taking her then he can keep the end to himself because I don’t want it.

Anyways, I’m tired and I just want her to live and be happy and accomplish her goal of protecting others who can’t protect themselves. Is that too much to ask for?

#daenerys targaryen #asioaf #asoiaf meta #kinda #not really #just my thots #about my girl #i am sad and in my dany feels on this fine thursday #long post #aruellia.txt

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jadedjo · 5 years ago

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2019 End of Year Fic Review

I am happy to say that I achieved 3 of my goals from last year. Compete Return to Endor and Crossing A Line and find a beta/alpha/cheerleader: The Fic Whining Circle helped me achieve all of this! I LOVE you guys!

But despite having written more last year than this year I take this year as a more creative journey. With the support and encouragement of people I look up to, I was able to broaden my horizons and stretch my creativity. But this also had its drawbacks. Namely, in the form of the White Rabbit (plot bunnies multiply when other creatives pass theirs on to you unintentionally)

2 White Rabbits that I chased this year were Apocalypse Yavin and the WIP Admiral Luke Au. They were not my ideas. They started as discussions from others that I ran with (with permission). So new goals for 2020 are to leave plot bunnies alone. I have more than enough projects that I do want to finish.

If any come across my path, I shall appreciate them but shall not fall down the rabbit hole. There was a post that came across my dash that said something along the lines of, you need to start x projects to find the 1 that will get done. So, if I need to drabble something to get it out of my head so be it but not let it balloon into the 50k or more that the Admiral Luke Au is turning into.

If anyone sees me chasing the White Rabbit be sure to pull me out of the Matrix STAT.

Goals for 2020:

I’m not sure what I want to accomplish next year. I have WIPs that I need to decide if I’m going to continue or let go of. Many of them I like and would like to finish someday, but they also pressure me with their very presence.

Right now, the Admiral Luke AU is first and foremost in my mind. The basics came out of a what-if discussion about what-if Luke never left military service. While he was a General in Shadows of Mindor we all agreed that a man in Admiral Whites was HAWT so he was switched from General to Admiral Skywalker. Then Mara was added to the mix. Luke would dislike her fringe neutrality and she would think him just another stuck up military leader who was given a position based on his name only. The premise was so she and Luke could have angry sex in his office.

That idea quickly morphed into an elaborate back story with both nu!canon and Legends mixed together to explain the current state of affairs and a re-write of The Thrawn Trilogy to include Hera Syndula, Ezra Bridger, Ahsoka Tano, Thrawn from both TTT and nu!canon, and why Luke is still in the military. But I think I overwhelmed myself with the scope and now have to take this is small chunks so as not to hide in terror of the massive fic it wants to be.

As for the WIPs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ We’ll see.

Some interesting stats for this year:

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

Apocalypse Yavin

2. least favorite fic you wrote this year

Drabble: Corellian Checkers (nothing wrong with it, but of my mini fics I like it the least)

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

From Twilight: Time stopped and in the instant between day and night their lips met.

4. total number of words you wrote this year

For Posted Fics its 35,937

For WIPs its 28,574

Total: 64,511 (last year’s total was 79,028, but I admit I had a 20k sprint last year.)

5. most popular fic this year

I Get Off (ya’ll love that PWP)

6. least popular fic this year

Return To Endor

This was a self-indulgent fic for long-forgotten made for TV Star Wars films. I’m not surprised this is the least popular fic

7. longest completed fic you wrote this year

Apocalypse Yavin (12792)

8. shortest completed fic you wrote this year

Spin The Bottle (376)

9. favorite character to write about this year

I was going to say Luke Skywalker or Mara Jade but… Cindel was a surprise and interesting to write about so I shall name Cindel Towani as my favorite this year.

10. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

According to Spotify, it was Blade Runner 2049. Its mellow and easy to have as background music that will drown out other noises without making me want to actively listen to it.

11. a fic you didn’t expect to write

I Get Off

12. fic(s) you completed this year

In reverse posting order:

Apocalypse Yavin Reeling from the revelations that Vader is his father, needing to get used to a malfunctioning new right hand, and having to save his friend from carbonite, Luke is sent on a quest to find a kyber crystal for a new lightsaber. Unfortunately for him, Yavin IV is where he can find one. The moon is now a hellscape from the death throes of the Death Star and he has the eerie feeling that something in the Force is there, in pain, crying out for release.

Return Luke returns to Tatooine. But what kind of welcome will he find there? Owen Lives AU Flash Fic Crossing A Line (Getting To Know You Series) With a new Force bond firmly in place, Luke and Mara must now navigate this unexpected turn in their relationship. How do you go from friends to lovers because the Force wills it? Post-Nirauan story.

Not Just Another Day (Flash Fic) Luke gives Mara a gift on his birthday.

Comfort (drabble) Han finds Jaina at the end of the Vong War. Prompts: “War’s End” kiss & “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.” Reveal (drabble) Luke returns home to find Mara in an unusual situation. Prompts: “I do” kiss & “Frost the damn cupcakes.”

Spin The Bottle (drabble) Prompt: Spin the bottle & "Come over here and make me"

Corellian Checkers (drabble) Han hears Leia say something to Wedge Antilles he'd never thought she'd ever say to anyone.Prompts: “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.” & A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Twilight (drabble) When Luke and Mara are forced to trek through the wilderness once again they find more than just pretty scenery.Prompts: Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In & “You can scream if you want.”

Return To Endor Cindel Towani is alone in the galaxy. She returns to the one place where she felt at home. The forest moon of Endor. She just prays that the one person she most wants to see is still there.

I Get Off “He could have called you ‘Master.’ Like I do sometimes.” Mara's voice was a smoky purr in his ear. Her arms slipped around Luke’s waist from behind. Luke smiled. “I don’t think it would be the same as when you do it.” “It better not be … Skywalker.” Luke jumped as one of her hands gave his stomach a slap. — Destiny’s Way, Chapter 3. by Walter Jon WilliamsJust how does Mara call Luke 'Master'? In the sexiest way possible.

4 Times Mara Noticed Luke's Feet and 1 Time Luke Noticed Mara's Mara never thought of herself as finding feet attractive. Until she spotted the toes of one Luke Skywalker. ~~~ Luke never paid much attention to Mara's feet. But they'd never been encased in shiny black leather before.

Written for the fetish/Trope roulette

13. fics you’ll continue next year

I assume this means fics posted but not completed this year. Since its technically 0 I’ll say: The next installment of the Getting To Know You Series

14. current number of wips

7 which is too many. I’ll be paring down this year and trying to keep the white rabbit in check.

15. number of comments you haven’t read

ZERO. I LIVE for comments.

16. most memorable comment/review

Anything from the Fic Whining Circle!

17. events you participated in this year

Fetish/Trope Roulette which resulted in 4 Times Mara Noticed Luke's Feet and 1 Time Luke Noticed Mara's and its spin-off I Get Off

18. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

This years Halloween fic was supposed to be a Cyberpunk Halloween fic featuring Shirlee Faughn, Mara Jade, and my OC Starry Ice crew. I never finalized the plot so it got pushed to 2020 in favor of Apocalypse Yavin.

#year in review #jade writes #2019 fan fiction

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oveliagirlhaditright · 5 years ago

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Yellow Soldiers - A Xion-centric/RokuShi piece.

In the future, Kairi dies again... and Sora goes back in time to the Days timeframe to try and begin training Kairi back then, to try and avoid that future. But him doing this makes everyone in that time have knowledge of their futures. And when Roxas and Xion realize Sora forcing Kairi through vigorous training, before she's ready for it, will make her fall out of love with him--something they can't have--they realize something else must be done. A Xion-centric piece through this time, as she must make a similar sacrifice to her past one.

Author's Note: The Days timeline is no doubt messed up in this, and I'm sorry for that. I just don't remember some events in chronological order off my head, and am too lazy to go and check. Yellow Soldiers Xion’s PoV "Xion, why don't you ever do something with your room?" Roxas asked Xion when visiting her room again… This was the third time that she had passed out recently. And to say that Xion was getting sick of passing out all the time would've been an understatement. The looks Saïx had been giving her lately, as he seemed to think more and more that she was becoming a failure… well, they sent shivers down Xion’s spine to put it mildly. But she was trying not to think about any of that right now, but rather her best friend's comforting presence... and the weird question he'd asked her. And why did there seem to be something so… off about it? "What do you mean?" Xion asked as she inclined her head to the side, and felt much like the dogs she loved as she did so. "…I guess I get what you're talking about, Roxas. Like, that woman from Beast's Castle certainly has done something with her own room. But do you really think Xemnas would let us do something similar with our own?" But now that Xion was asking this question, she found that she did want this; despite what the Superior—or anyone else, for that matter—would probably say about it. She wanted to prove to everyone that… even if it was just for a moment, she’d been her own person with her own wants… and fears. And besides, the Organization could do with some light and cheer in their castle, couldn't they? They were all fighting for hearts—the very thing that would allow them to touch the light and feel cheerful—so why not try and fake that they already had something inside them, and maybe try to prematurely connect to Kingdom Hearts that way? "...I just think decorating your room might make you feel somehow better, Xion," Roxas whispered, as he stepped forward and took her hand in his own—not completely unlike her dream—and looked at her with a look in his eyes that she’d never fully understand. "Even though it is hypocritical of me, since I haven’t done anything to my own room. But if you don't want to-" "Roxas, don't be silly!" Xion countered, as she laced her fingers through Roxas’ and stood up so she could stand beside him. If she didn’t want to worry him, after all, it was best to show that she didn’t need bed rest and was fine standing as she normally would. And more than anything else, she didn’t want to worry Roxas. Didn’t he do that enough for her already? "Roxas… because of you, I'm already trying to imagine what colors to make my room! So, I'm all for this idea! “What color do you think would be the best in here? You'd think purple, right? But my mind's going to yellows because of Larxene, for some reason ...Do you think I would've liked Larxene if I’d gotten to meet her?" She was babbling now, Xion knew. Probably like she had just a day ago, in convincing Axel to let her keep her puppy, but she couldn't help it! This was the first ray of sunshine that she’d ever felt touch her skin, in a lot of ways. And she would overthink it as much as she wanted to, for that reason. And the way that Roxas was looking at her now, as he motioned with his hands that she should continue on with his ideas, made him think that he thought she should do the same. …Though he did seem to question her suddenly trying to link herself to Larxene, Xion noticed as she put her hands on her hips: "Maybe you would've liked her, Xion. I mean, Larxene seemed to hate men… but not women. So maybe she would have sought you out and befriended you like Axel and I... …But are you really going to base something so important on someone you don’t even know? But then again-" "Well… what would you color it, then?" Xion shot back. And it was when Roxas chose white, that Xion her heart seemed to tell her something in a burst. She saw a flash of blue in her mind’s eye—and a pale girl hidden behind it—and tasted sand on her tongue, for whatever reason. And she had no idea what any of that was, but it distressed her greatly! Something the dear golden puppy must have realized because he padded over to her and leaned his head against her leg at once. …With how much he hated her, was Saïx somehow behind the brain hemorrhage she’d just had? Xion wouldn’t have put it past him. And that was the main reason why Xion ended up looking things up on Organization XIII’s computers again. She just couldn’t trust them anymore! Not when they’d tried to have her and Roxas fight to the death! …And what Xion found on said devices wasn’t at all what she had expected. She ended up seeing the blonde girl she had just imagined—and who Roxas had eluded to in suggesting she paint her room white—Naminé talking to her from it. And at once, Xion was taken aback because how had she ever forgotten her friend? Of course she knew the poor, fragile white doll. The day that she had showed her how to find seashells on the shore of Destiny Islands was still one of Xion's favorite memories… but how the heck was she back in this time with Organization XIII? …If that was what was happening at all. “Naminé… what on earth is going on here? And why was I ‘asleep’? Is it time travel?” Xion asked as she looked into nearly snow colored eyes, that she’d always thought were prettier than her navy-blue ones. "You're right about the latter, Xion," Naminé smiled. "…Some time travel has happened... Sora has gone back to this era, though I don’t know where he is or fully why. But it’s made most of us back here become aware of what lies ahead for us. And if we want things to end as well as they did after the Keyblade War, we need to keep things from deviating too much… and to maybe stop Sora from whatever he’s going to do." Well, all of this made the situation she was already in that much more difficult, didn’t it? Not that anything about this era had ever been easy, Xion recalled now… as sad memories of dying in Roxas’ arms—and his face, even when he hadn’t known her—came back to her. But it was weird to Xion, that she—of all people—had been chosen by Naminé for a mission like this. Not that long ago, she (or rather, her future self… she supposed) had been thinking that she would be okay if she ever had to disappear again—even if she didn't want to—and now it turned out that she was actually someone important?! Perhaps despite Roxas having doubted it earlier, she really was connected to the color yellow—the color of light—on a fast journey as speedy as it was, to try and keep Sora from devastating the timeline… Even if it was selfish to think so. And as it was, this Xion was still selfish. She didn’t think she’d found the strength to self-sacrifice the way the other one had… yet. "Naminé… what should I do?" Xion asked helplessly, as it occurred to her that deviations in the timeline had already happened. She’d never had a dog before… and she never would have even dreamed of painting her room if her future memories hadn’t known she did have the right to exist. "How can I make things play out just right—like they did last time?—but also differently, so that Sora doesn't make this mistake? …And do Roxas and Axel know any of this? It'll be hard to hide this from them… And if the Xehanorts get a whiff of time travel shenanigans going on..." But Naminé was already nodding her head to all of this and seemed to have the solution… how Xion somewhat envied her that. "This does call for a certain touch. You're right. That's why I've enlisted Merlin's help. He, with his own traveling, can use his magic to hide what's happening from Xemnas, and Xigbar." But Xion didn’t have any more time to think about any of this—or ask Naminé more questions—because Is- Saïx was now coming this way, and Xion didn’t know if Merlin’s magic would apply to him and she didn’t have time to ask her! Xion made a Corridor of Darkness and teleported away. ... On the clock tower later that night, Xion found herself mulling over everything Naminé told her, as—for a change—she ate one of the chocolate ice cream bars that Sora had introduced to her after going to San Fransokyo for the first time. So... something must have happened to make the time after Xehanort’s Keyblade go wrong. And knowing Sora… his fall probably had something to do with Kairi, Riku, Donald, or Goofy. Though she had a guess that it was because of one person and one person only. But still… what could she even do about the issue? She had no idea where time traveling Sora was… And short of talking to past Sora, while he slept in his pod, about not messing with time a fourth time, what else was there so far? "...You seem thoughtful, Xion," Axel said a bit testily, as he suddenly sat by her side and nearly gave Xion a heart attack as he did so. Xion thought long and hard about just telling Axel the truth here. She could envision so clearly how happy he’d been to see her (and Roxas) during the Keyblade War, but had tried to downplay it in saying he should’ve gotten ice cream… But then she remembered how Axel had always been so uncertain about his allegiances at this stage of his life, in not knowing if he wanted to choose the Organization—or moreover... Isa and Skuld via them—or her or Roxas. So, would it be wise to tell him something that might him think she was insane, and push him to the side of Organization XIII? Xion thought not. But then again... she would have given anything to have another soldier in this battle with her, if Sora—the best of them—had become somewhat lost. So in the end, Xion decided to take a leap of faith, because she did loved and believe in Lea—she did—and no, it had nothing to do with how the sun was glowing in a way to make Axel’s hair appear yellow, to make him think he was destined to help her. It had nothing to do with that at all. "Axel… what if I said I was from the future?... Or rather, have memories from the future? It’s- it’s a bit hard to explain." "I'd say, 'prove it’. Got it memorized?” Axel answered in a way that was so like him, that she had to roll her eyes. And as some of her anger at some things he had said to her recently, in learning what she really was, came back to her, she thought about getting up and leaving him right there. But as it was, what he had asked of her was easy enough to do. She could have said how Axel was thinking of choosing Roxas over her right now (and oh, how that knowledge still hurt her), but why even start a fight between them by insinuating that? So Xion instead she went with something she couldn't know, really… unless he had told her in the future. And he had… or rather, he would. "I know the reason you and Saïx —Isa—joined the Organization was for Skuld." Axel looked at Xion as if he had seen a ghost the moment her words really seemed to register in his heart. And then his eyes glistened—and it made Xion ponder how any of them had ever believed that they didn't have hearts?—and he looked like Xion with a strength she'd never seen in him before; and she’d even seen him give up everything he’d ever known in order to do the right thing, and that was saying something. "You saying that... it must mean that I told you in this future. And that means we went looking for her. So, tell me, Xion... Did we find Skuld?" "We did," Xion said with the type of grin on her face, that she was sure Naminé had often worn when someone had correctly gathered something she was trying to explain to them. Axel got very close to Xion then. And she thought he might put an arm around her shoulder—to bring her closer, so that they might talk conspiringly—or hug her. But he did neither of those things, for this Axel didn’t miss her enough yet to act so emotionally. "Then tell me everything I can to reach that future, Xion. I'm listening." And so she did. But on the condition that he would try to help her find solutions to the Sora problem… and that they tell Roxas what was going on. For she now regretted taking some of his choices away last time and wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. … But as it turned out, Xion didn’t need to tell Roxas anything at all. He- he already knew, and had for a while—and via his connection to Sora, perhaps that made sense—and he was able to tell just by seeing the look in Xion’s eyes when she returned to the castle that she knew, too, and ended up explaining everything to her. "I think- I think in the future, Kairi loses a fight again and dies—even after the Keyblade War—so Sora came back here to try and train her early, so that won’t happen again. But Kairi doesn’t really want to fight yet, and he’ll push her too far with it, I think… Making her fall out of love with him, that’ll ruin everything. So, there’s only one real answer here, and it makes me hate everything...I think you need to return to Kairi this time and try to make her stronger through your influence." "What?!" Xion gasped. After Roxas had lost her after loving her so much, she almost couldn’t believe he was even suggesting this! And what about Sora’s memories? How would he return to him? But then again… Naminé had once said that she could extract Sora’s memories out of her without her disappearing, but that it would take longer. Was that what would happen here? And then after that, she’d just assimilate with Kairi? …Xion did like that girl. And maybe it would be the best for all parties considered, if she did this. And as Roxas tucked a strand of hair behind Xion's ear, he explained the infinite for her. "Xion... the last thing I want to do now is let you go. I’d give anything to run away with you and Axel now, like I once dreamed about. ‘specially now that I know we are our own people… I’d even keep everyone away from the Keyblade War, to be honest. But we- we learned from Sora’s sacrifices for all of us—and the world—how to be selfless, right? And we- we have to be that now. We have to have things mostly go as they did before… to make sure the future’s safe… even if I will make each time that I touch better, if I can." And that was why he’d helped her convince Axel to let her have Pluto of all things, and had been trying to get her to enjoy her room… and enjoy being herself while she could, Xion could see now. And despite the amount of will, Roxas had just displayed… he was crying now. And Xion could only imagine how much this was hurting him. That he, who—more than anything—had fought to get her back, and had held onto her memory longer than anyone else had—was now suggesting that she go away. But to keep that future where they were both smiling at that yellow sunset at the Destiny Islands… she had to, didn't she? As Roxas brought her into his arms in this one, random hall in the Castle That Never was without a ridiculous name—Xion couldn’t help but to still laugh about the ridiculousness of the situation—“Maybe Roxas- maybe there’s a good reason I’ve come to associate myself with yellow lately. It’s like white… but darker, like we Nothings rejected by the light are. But back to that white that’s still a part of me… it’s all colors. And aren’t I now giving some of my colors to others, so theirs can survive?” “Why do you think I mostly prefer black, the absence of color? Because I know what you’re like—in still thinking you might disappear in the future, and mostly being okay with it?!—and hate it… You deserve better, Xion. And I swear I’ll give it to you someday.” And he placed his lips against her forehead, but this wasn’t their goodbye. Xion wouldn’t let it be. In fact, she refused to have one with Roxas and Axel at all—knowing that if all went well, she’d see them again—and just played with Pluto some more and that was more than enough for her. Sometime later, Xion visited a certain girl on the beach that they both loved... and actually explained to her about the boy she'd forgotten (oh, how Xion prayed they’d one day get their happy ending, too) and Riku, and much more. And as Kairi smiled like the treasure she was, Xion thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to at least be part of the diamond in this girl’s rough… and she disappeared, too. Author's Note: If I had known a Xion zine was happening--and would have auditioned for it and gotten in--this probably would have been what I did for it. This is also my attempt at getting into the swing of writing Xion and RokuShi again. And I sort of drew on a lot of my old Xion/RokuShi work (that's now deleted) to do so. Haha. This is also somewhat part of my "Turn Me to Gold" Kairi fic and "Silver Doors" Naminé one. And, yeah: stuff at the start of this story that didn't happen in the Days game was supposed to be a hint that something more was going on here. While I didn't intend it, you can see this as a Master of Masters!Sora fic, too, if you want. Like, maybe this future Sora who's gone back to the Days timeline to try and train Kairi there is him as the Master of Masters post-KHIII or something... or just a somewhat heart broken/corrupted Sora not connected to that theory at all. Your choice.

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bride of ice (1)

{dragon age: inquisition | g. | female trevelyan/iron bull | 2.9k}

| https://archiveofourown.org/works/23533642/chapters/56444983|

There is some kind of comfort in their name, and the knowledge that they will always be part of House Trevelyan, that there’s always the safety net of their title and of their family, and all that it taught them. When uncertain, just follow Andraste’s words and your better’s orders, and pray it goes well. Sometimes, life is as easy as that.

Even if it isn’t fair. Even if it doesn’t leave space for questions.

She was born on a holy day, her mother’s birth-giving pain’s screams mingled with the joyous ringing of the bells from the Chantry. That’s how her mother knew, as her desperate wish has been, that this one last, late child will be a girl. Or at least that is the story that her mother says when she feels particularly fond over the fact that there’s only one of her children left in her house, or to nobles visiting hoping for the young lady’s hand in marriage, or when she wants something from her sole daughter and has to preface her request with emotional manipulation.

The young Trevelyan looks out the window of her carriage, frowning, knowing exactly what her mother wants from her this time before she even has to voice it.

“You cannot, mother.”

“Of course I can,” her mother smiles back at her. “I am your mother and I am your lady and I am sending you on a trip with your brother, not to marriage against your will.”

It is a bait, and a reminder of all that her mother has already done for her: postponing her marriage for this long already, despite the disagreement from other nobles and her own husband, asking in return just from some obedience when she outright needed it. Like right now.

It was the Conclave after all, and an important meeting for her family. Not only was her own brother in the Templar order, alongside cousins and uncles, but most of their relatives were also spread in the ranks of the Chantry. At this point, it was equal parts family reunion and political orchestration for her. It is also an out, one last taste of the world before she knows, with certainty, that she will be made to choose her position in her family’s expectations: become a wife or a Chantry sister. Her time is running out, and this is why she doesn’t want to spend the last of it calming down centuries of hatred over diner.

She turns, to glare at her mother. At least, she doesn’t want to do it without her. There isn’t any political party that she hasn’t navigated thanks to the patient guidance of her mother. But whereas once her mother had dark, black hair – it is now faded to a grey, and when before, during her childhood, her mother used to do this trip to the Chantry by horse, her daughter laughing between her arms, she is now preferring the rest of a carriage. Her daughter grew, but she just got old. It is a startling realization for the young woman to have, in the golden light of the morning, that her mother is now frail and aging. Even if she wanted to do it, her mother couldn’t physically withstand the long journey, or the cold weather upon the arrival.

It was an escape as well: given the opportunity to prove herself, and carve a path straight between the crossroad the destiny was putting her at. She wanted to laugh then, to agree just to please her ingenious mother. She was her only daughter after all, and she was born alongside the joyous ringing of the Chantry bells, and her mother had taken one look at her baby girl and was determined to give her the world, or as much of the world as she could give to another woman.

But before she can answer, the carriage halts to a stop. Her mother wipes her fingers alongside her daughter’s lips, erasing a mark of stray rouge, and pulls at the thin, lace veil she is wearing to cover her head, making it more presentable. It is a light colour, matching her dress, and it is a pious imitation of the statues of their most holies. Her father has insisted on this outfit for her, just an image of their reputation and a reminder of their role and quality in the world.

She links her arm with her mother’s, eyes trained to the sky. Even after years and years of doing every week, she cannot get used to the murmured thanks of the poor, who have just been sent coins by her father’s men, or the enthusiastic greetings of possible suitors, or the envious glances of fellow nobles. As time went by, it felt less like her finding a connection with the Maker of the world, and more like a theatre play that she cannot take part in, because she’s unsure of her role or of the script she has to parrot.

So she walks, tight lipped, taking her seat inside the Chantry, offering a chair to her mother, and her dropping on her knees to the cold floor, palms held together in front of her, eyes casted down in a perfect picture of modesty and belief. She feels pity towards her dress, washed just the night before, and she can feel the hilt of her daggers digging painfully in her thigs, at least needed support in keeping her awake during the preaching. She’s not sure if the Maker is supposed to hear you better just because you are in pain during your pleas, or because he’s seen your face in his house more often than others’, or because your house has the largest donation ever given in the history of the city.

It is one’s own badge of pride that they decide to rely on. She’s not sure she wants hers to be as fickle and unsure as religion’s teaching. Even now, the sermon that they are given is against what they’ve been told just three weeks before, and yet no one seems to notice, or to consider it the least queer.

The bells start ringing, above their head – and slowly, people begin to rise and trickle out into the street. Her mother slowly pats her head and her back, reward for another of these days spent together. Her father is supposed to be busy ruling, and her brothers each with their own titles – so it is the women of the Trevelyan that have to show their faces to the world, stand proof of their ties and their history. People will believe a great many things if they are shown they can rely on said beliefs. And their house has been just a great constant, and such a stable pillar for their people, such an easy path for their own.

The young lady sighs, wondering when exactly this stopped pleasing her, given that she’s gotten nothing less than what she could have possibly wanted, sometimes even before she knew she wanted it. As they ride back towards their estate, she thinks it must have been around the time her brothers placed a dagger in her hand for the first time, and she realized she doesn’t want to let it go.

It is with that same pure glee that she greets her second brother on the entrance steps, hands cupping his cheeks to get a good look at him, then having him pull out his tongue at her and throw an arm around her waist, raising her up effortlessly and spinning her around. She screams into the air, servants turning around to laugh alongside them. Behind them, she can hear her mother clearing her throat, and he puts her down slowly, to go and place his hands in his mother’s, kiss her forehead.

He still stinks from the road, probably back just a little while before them – and his sister turns around, stops one of the chamber ladies, demands a table to be set as soon as possible for them all, and a warm bath to be drawn for him. Out of all of her siblings, his is the only room still kept intact: although he has his own place within the Templars, being situated just outside the city, he has always been just half a day ride away – and it has always been her family’s delight to summon him among them for any and all possible excuses. Out of all her siblings, this is the one she loves the best, he is the one that taught her the most, that cared the most about the small girl who came into his life well into his teenage years.

She cannot remember him without the Templar uniform. Even with all the silks awaiting him at home, out of pride, he wears the cotton shirts of his peers. She finds him magnificent and an idiot for this choice. He also forces her in leather pants and shirts, demands spars and duels from her, and laughs when it is way too easy to best her. He is the only one who seems to care if she can fight on her own, though it is an activity that no one interrupts them from, which means it must be approved by the Bann. Her only weapons are gifts she’s gotten from him, alongside the stories about all the female Templars among his ranks. There’s a fierce protectiveness from him that translates into actual actions, rather than advice that paints her in nothing more than beautiful furniture.

If she wasn’t the only daughter, if she wasn’t so precious in securing a political tie because of her good blood, she wonders is her parents would have agreed to her following the steps of her brother. Though, when he joins them at the table after his bath, he is carrying an empty vial, and she knows things aren’t as easy as he would like to make them seem behind all his blinding smiles. After all, that’s the entire purpose of the Conclave that the two of them are supposed to attend together.

His fingers move to pull at her veil, teasing her even more by unknotting her hair-do when she tries to protest against it.

“Ass,” she mutters under her breathe, though her mother’s leg kicks her under the table and she bites her tongue as a result. He laughs again, leaning to plant a loud kiss on her cheek, and she stuffs a pie in his mouth just to make him stop.

“So, sister. I heard you almost let me be the only suffering Trevelyan out there.”

“Oh, and I would have done it gladly if someone –” here she stops to bite into an apple, staring pointedly at their mother “didn’t insist upon my presence. I am not even qualified to breathe in those meeting rooms.”

“Nonsense! You’d make a fine serving girl!”

“Ass!” This time she says it out loud, and her mother slaps, loudly, against her wrist. It leaves a stinging, red mark behind and she glowers at her brother, blaming.

“You know it doesn’t suit you to whine like a petulant child,” her mother says, calmly. “If you are aware of your own faults, then work on them. If you’re not willing to do so, then do not complain when others point them out to you.”

“Yes, mother,” she murmurs.

“And both of you will be on your best behaviour out there, I hope. I did not raise fools who bark at each other out of boredom.”

“It’s out of love we do it, mother,” he says from her side, and he pats her leg, where she keeps her daggers, asking for peace. She smiles in her bowl of soup, hides it behind the rim.

His spine straightens. “We are Trevelyans, mother.”

With that, he says a whole history in a sentence. It means they will do what must be done of them, and they will honour the name that they are wearing. It means she is a good daughter and he’s a loyal Templar – and no matter the place, no matter the time and no matter the setting, they will do right by this first and foremost.

This calms her, better than anything her daughter might have tried. There is some kind of comfort in that knowledge, that there’s always the safety net of their title and of their family, and all that it taught them. When uncertain, just follow Andraste’s words and your better’s orders, and pray it goes well. Sometimes, life is as easy as that.

Even if it isn’t fair. Even if it doesn’t leave space for questions.

After lunch, they retreat in their father’s study, discussing the details of their departure the next day. There’s a stiff bitterness in his tone whenever he talks to his daughter, and she can imagine exactly how displeased he is with having her go. But someone still has to be just a Trevelyan, and nothing more, and his choice is limited, at the moment, to her – his oldest would never be sent to such a meeting to begin with.

So he must agree to letting her have her own horse, have her own say in their family’s matters. She tries not to take it personal, that he lacks any more trust in her – it is just that, as much as her mother wished for a daughter, he aimed for a son. He didn’t quite make peace with the fact yet.

Only after all this, her brother double checking their servants’ work, are the two finally left alone. He calls her over in his room, where a big, wrapped present is waiting for her, his hideous scribbling accompanying the rope keeping it together. There’s no hint of what’s inside from the text, just normal teasing for the spoilt baby, and he patiently waits for her to open it.

Inside, the pieces of a leather fighting gear. The smell is faint, and the sewing high-quality, and her brother must have spent quite a considerable part of his pay for this. She blinks away her tears before they can fall, the awe still there, her fingers still touching at each surface they can find.

“Thank you.”

Murmured, softly, overwhelmed.

“The Conclave is more of a war gathering than they’d like to let you believe, sister. You won’t be left powerless if I can help it.”

“I have Andraste,” she says, but he just scoffs, incredulous.

“Because that worked so well so many times before.”

That makes her laugh, at last.

“Thank you,” she says again, because there’s nothing more than that that she can say to express how truly grateful she is.

“I’m glad you are coming, sister.”

But she can’t quite say the same, even if the next day she wears her brother’s gifts, proudly.

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The travel itself is pleasant enough, spent in good inns and with good food, sharing memories of their childhood with her brother. They add layers as the weather turns colder and admire the landscape around them. One evening, he plays the lute – the next, she sings by voice. Halfway through, their party meets up with their uncle and aunt, working as escorts for the elder couple – as they arranged weeks prior through a letter. Her aunt immediately presses a silver hair pin in her hands, a beautiful gift that she puts to use the following morning. Her uncle spends one afternoon sharpening her daggers, and she’s reminder that their daughters won each hunting game between their families for the past three years.

Once their destination reached, she situates herself by their side, among the civilians present for the Conclave. Her brother hugs her goodbye, before joining his friends, and later in the day, a second degree cousin, now Chantry sister, finds her and they spend some time catching up. The tension is palpable in the air, but everyone is doing their best to stick to their own and try not to start anything. Divine Justinia is a wonderful respite in the midst of all; her kindness oozing off her, a softness in her voice that manager to lift the angriest frown, a power in her presence that silences even the rowdiest person.

Honestly, Lady Trevelyan admires the woman, finds some hope that the Conclave might actually come to an agreement after all, if she is to judge over all of it. And yet, in this world, everyone wants as much as they can get, and then even more if they can fool others into giving it to them. The negotiations are not that different from her own arguments with her tutors, spoiled and exasperated sides equally certain that they’re in the right.

So the days pass by, and at least the food is nice, and the wine flows freely in the evenings. She’s seen enough drunken Mothers. If bored, in the long afternoons when they aren’t allowed to be present to the talks, the guards ask her for a fight, and she trains alongside them until she knows her fingers will turn red in the water basin as she tries to wash away the dirt from her clothes. She reads out loud holy texts with the sisters in the morning, plays chess with the older participants, writes the letters for her aunt who left her glasses at home. Sometimes, a servant slips her a note – most from her brother, Kill me written out of boredom and exasperation, some from admirers trying to tell her that she’s pretty, but only making crass comments that she immediately throws into the fire.

It’s life – but life as far from the one she knows as she will likely ever get.

And then, it all blows up. Or that’s what people tell her, because she cannot remember –

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imasyd · 5 years ago

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The Tale of the Cursed Son's Blood

Time has made it muddy as to whether the title of the story is "son's blood" or "sun's blood"

On the day Roc of Widias was born, a great thunderclap like a cry of protest could be heard throughout the city. The wailing infant was placed in a basket and delivered to the church of Su without a word exchanged between the two furtive figures darting away from their package.

Roc worked for the church all of his early life, small and devout. They gave him a long scarf that wrapped around his neck many times over, and at first the young boy did not understand. He eventually learned that it was to hide the ugly symbol at the base of his neck that stung and itched late into the night, a symbol he shared with none of the churchgoers, monks or priests. In truth, they'd all heard of blessed children, infants born with markings from the great gods, possessed by divine power. This, however, was the first they'd seen of a boy blessed by Yimatulan, The God of Blood. It shook them to their core and filled them with unease. What sort of blessing would this child even possess? There were a few incidents that the head priest did not speak of. The infant had been slick with blood when he found him at the church doors. At the time, it was presumed that it had simply been from labour, but once he'd been bathed doubts arose. Roc had been a mostly pleasant young thing, without much tendency to throw fits. But when the child did, strange things happened. Blood dripped from the crib, from the tapestries, through the floorboards and even through the priest's own fingers if he tried to hold the boy down. The mess was difficult to clean, and he felt drained and almost woozy for days afterwards. It was baffling and terrifying, he didn't know what to make of it. So he stayed silent.

Years passed in this secretive peace and Roc grew into a fine boy. His body had grown strong but his face had remained soft, unmarred by hardship. Despite the simple life he led, tensions had grown high in the city among the common people, and violence grew. The head priest tried to guide the people but little helped the situation. The church was tasked with healing people who had been attacked and providing sermons and prayer at all time of day, running the priests ragged. As the only person left not overrun with duties, Roc was sent out again and again into the sometimes dangerous streets to deliver messages and pick up the much needed supplies. He performed this job with the most enthusiasm he could muster, hoping to relieve some of the burden for the others.

It was on a day of pleasant weather and birds roosting in church rafters that the priest through an exhausted haze asked that Roc bring a letter across the city. The boy accepted easily and gave his foster father a light kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. Roc sweltered in the otherwise kind weather under the weight of his old scarf. He had been used to suffering in the heat his whole life but it did not make it much less unpleasant. Unfortunately, the recipient of his delivery found themselves a ways away from the church and he walked for a long time under the merciless sun. It was high up in the sky, at its very peak, beating down on the earth so far below. Viv was at her best that day and shone in all her glory for the world to see. With great relief he reached the shelter that the priest wished to outreach his word to. From the letter he gave them Su's blessings and from his lips he gave them his own.

On his journey home, he itched at the scarf and pulled it this way and that, careful not to expose the marks he hid there. He froze when he heard the sound of shouting not too far down the winding streets. Scuffling, curses and thuds. With growing anxiety he understood that fights had broken out. He had of course known this was occurring more and more often, but he had never been present for one. He hurried along, desperate not to get caught up in something bad. He turned down one road and collided with a young woman. He began to apologize but stopped abruptly when he saw the fire in her eyes and the dripping rags balled in her fist. A tinderbox lay at her feet and cold fear spread through Roc's veins. "Someone started them, it's time now," she told him, seeming to have some point to drive home but lacking coherence. Her blazing eyes settled on his scarf and she wildly swung for it, narrowly missing plucking it from his neck as he stumbled back and away from her. "You don't need that, give it to me!" She cried, rushing towards him, oil from the rag coursing down her hand and staining her skirt. He defensively put his arms up, guarding this secret he had never been told why to keep. He did not see a second arsonist come from the back and rip the scarf away from him, dousing it in oil before sparing even a glance for its owner. He only looked up when the woman shrieked in terror. She pointed right at Roc, jaw agape, accusing finger trembling. "The god of blood has delivered his curse upon this city! This boy will doom us all!" She proclaimed. The man, moving quickly, lit the scarf on fire and threw it into a nearby doorway. His eyes had no inferno, but dim hatred. Roc put his hands around his neck, placed them over the symbol. He hid it from view, from their terrible and judging sight. An eye contained within a droplet, so horribly ominous, why had the gods given him this sick gift? Had they known whom he would be and altered the course of such a destiny or had it been random and cruel luck, just one pick among an endless list of possibilities? Suddenly his hands felt hot and wet, and he pulled them away in horror. Thin streams trickled down his forearms. Over that mark was stained a bloody handprint. The woman picked up a loose stone from the path they stood on and chucked it at him, hitting him on the cheek. The man followed suit. Soon other people on the street, some observing the same curse the woman had and some simply revelling in the violence, joined in. Roc ran away from this group of fearful and angry folk, ran for what may have been in that moment his life. Bruised and dazed, he took in the state of this chaos. The fights were spreading and people either spilled into the streets like ants from an anthill or made themselves scarce. He did not know why they rioted, he did not know anything other than a need to escape.

When he found a blissfully unoccupied corner to catch his breath, his gaze fell across the skyline of the city. Smoke. It blew up from straw and tiled roofs alike. It jumped nimbly from one to another like a thief in the night. Under the forceful glare of the summer sky, everything caught much too quickly. His throat tightened and he looked in the direction of home, his insides turning to both ice and fire all at once. The greatest of the blazes roared back there, choking the air around with such thick darkness you couldn't see the buildings anymore. The church lay behind that veil, concealed. His feet moved before his thoughts and he coursed towards those great fires. The wind was hostile and searing, exhausting his lungs and stinging his eyes. How could his good god have allowed this? This destruction and flame? It hurt, it was terrifying.

He came out of the gaping mouth of an alley and stopped dead. Stained glass glinted all across the stone street from windows bursting outwards under pressure. No one seemed to be leaving the building, he couldn't see movement inside. A body had collapsed just inside, so close to the exit yet just far enough to not have made it. Roc sunk to his knees and screamed. A few local residents were trying fruitlessly to put out some of the nearby fires and jolted to look at him, afraid and startled. He heard an anxious muttering start among the people choking on smoke and heat desperate to save their homes. "Please!" he called to them, "have you seen anyone make it out?" he pleaded. Wide eyes shook no. They darted up and down between his neck and his face, between him and their neighbours. Afraid. They had known him, he'd lived here his whole life, but still they feared him.

He felt something like nothing ever before well up inside of him. An overwhelming whirlwind of grief, fury, indignation and anguish. He felt a tug deep in his body and blood welled up from every part of him. He stared up through the suffocating black clouds at the distant shape of the sun, red blurring his vision. All of the helpers that had looked at him with those fearful eyes crumpled like lifeless dolls. A small dot appeared in the centre of that sun. He could not understand this strong instinct that possessed him, it was like he had been overwritten. The dot seemed to spread across the visible surface of that hateful sun. Viv's colour, her gold, had been replaced. But this was not Su's brilliant red that came to substitute for her when she visited her love, this was a dark and thick red, the red of blood.

They say that on that day, from that sky came pouring a great torrent of blood. It coursed through the streets of Widias. Hundreds were found dead and drained where they had stood, for the blood flooding their city had been their own. And Roc? He had perished with them, his death the last. Of the god's blessed, he had been Yimatulan's first, but alas; the god of blood knew only to curse, no matter his intention.

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thehighwaymen1678 · 5 years ago

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Power of Three Alternative Universe. (C-1.)

Well, there's a user named SFW Furries and Monsters, they made a Power of Three Alternative Universe where Crowfeather joins Thunderclan. I made the first part but I cannot message them oddly, so I'll post it. Maybe they'd see it. This is only part one, up to the point where they are escorted back to Thunderclan. (I've no idea what happened with the first letters of every sentence. Just decided to un-italics.)

Near Thunder-Wind Clan Borders.

A black-furred tom padded along the border. The air carried a chill as the snow stung his pads like ice. He needed a walk to clear his head. He remembered a time long ago when he had been willing to leave this place, leave it all behind for one whom he loved. Yet, she had a family, after all. And so did he, even if he didn't know it. But as chance would have it, he would become part of a Legendary tale this day.

The tom eyed two passing she's through the cold winds, they appeared to be no other then Squirrelflight, and Leafpool. Leafpool... If only things had been different. But perhaps... His eyes widened as he saw his old mate, for here, Crowfeather had seen a startling sight. Her belly, had been round, her body, exhausted. Was she... She was having kits? Could it possibly be?

He looked at the ground at his feet, senting the faint border, but while the code binded him, he had no choice. He had crossed the small river dividing the territories, and now crossed the final line. He was in Thunderclan grounds now. He must make haste.

He dared to follow them through the blinding white, thanking Starclan that the bite of the cold would kill his scent. However, it also killed there's. Tracking them became difficult, even prints had filled up, or simply been lost. He wandered in a painful cold until he took shelter under a thick bush, not yet fallen from life. Here he rested, he could hear them nearby. After a while, a few low meows could be heard, and they set off again.

His jaw shivered, clicking his teeth repeatedly, he forced himself to breathe, and keep walking. This was getting way too cold, although perhaps it felt it was dying down a bit?

Finally a clearing opened, rather small, yet the snow was thinner, thicker trees were around, and one at the middle of the clearing, was hollowed by lightning so long ago, and there he saw a glipse of his old mate, curled up, screaming. He watched in shock, crawling closer to the side, the tree's hollow entrance had thick vines of random sorts lining it's edges, giving an opportunity to see through without being seen in the main doorway.

He lingered, waiting to wonder his chances of simply introducing himself, he wanted to help, he did. But then... Something happened he did not expect. A... Name?

Squirrelflight had spoken in surprise: "Feathertail!"

His ears shot up at the mention.

His thoughts raced: 'Feathertail?... She's here? What, where?'

His thoughts raced as he pushed up uncomfortably close to the main entrance, he was certain Squirrelflight had heard him, yet she kept her attention to Feathertail as they had spoken inaudible things. But he focused enough to hear what he needed to, to seal his future decision, he eavesdropped the conversation, peering through the walls of the tree:

Feathertail: "These kits are more precious than you could possibly know,” She mewed softly. “Cats will speak of them for many seasons to come. They must stay in ThunderClan, for all the Clans’ sakes, with a mother and father who can be proud of them, who can share them with their Clanmates to be raised as strong, loyal warriors.”

His thoughts spoke up again: 'I would... Could I actually be a father? I... Could things go back?'

Leafpool opened her mouth to protest that this was impossible, her Clanmates would never accept Crowfeather as their father, and might reject her too, knowing that their medicine cat had destroyed the code.

He heard her few words and sighed deeply. It was likely true. But, now? He has no choice. He must make this decision.

Yet Feathertail was looking at Squirrelflight. “I know how much Leafpool loves these kits,” she murmured. “But you must be their mother and raise them in ThunderClan with your head held high.”

Squirrelflight stared at the starlit she-cat. “How can you do this?” she whispered. “You are asking me to lie to every cat I love.” Feathertail ran her paw very lightly over the backs of the sleeping kits. “Because I love these kits as much as you do. They are Crowfeather’s: How could I not? I want them to have the best life, not one lived outside the Clans, in shame and exile.”

“Do you wish they were yours?” Squirrelflight whispered. The silver cat blinked without looking up. “That was never meant to be."

Crowfeather broke in a small cry. He understood it was truth. Perhaps the past could've gone different.

Finally he thought: 'Damn it. I have to this. I'm sorry Feathertail, I hope you'll be proud of me by the end.'

Feathertail continued: "The destiny of these kits begins now, and you have the power to change everything, Squirrelflight. Please believe me when I say that Leafpool’s kits must stay in ThunderClan.”

He thought a last thing: 'They will. They will, I promise. And I'll be with them.'

As his tears fell, Feathertail faded away. And as Crowfeather lifted his head, Squirrelflight quickly snapped to look to the walls. Had she... Heard him? He slowly inched forward, until a white paw smashed through the thick vines of the wall and knocked him back into the clearing.

Squirrelflight padded around walking up to him, she had not seen his face, and she might be less then welcome to reason with someone stalking them. He had to get to Leafpool. As she grabbed his shoulder he lunged up and slammed Squirrelflight's stomach with his foreleg. As she merely growled, Squirrelflight quicky latched her claws in his neck and lifted him slightly by his jaw with strength that made Crowfeather fear for his life for a short while, before a shout startled him.

"Wait! Squirrelflight let him go, it's Crowfeather!"

Squirrelflight heard her sister's cry and looked back at Crowfeather. "Can we... Talk?" He choked out. She dropped him, throat rumbling. "I still don't like you from the great journey." Squirrelflight remarked.

As Crowfeather sat regaining his breath, he stated: "I'd like to think I've changed a fair bit. Haven't you?"

Squirrelflight smiled, thinking for a second before replying: "Perhaps in some ways."

Leafpool called back. "It means she's still very temperamental."

Squirrelflight eyes her sister with a betrayed look of child like anger as Leafpool smiled evily.

"Well... That's good to know... Ow." Crowfeather stood and felt the pain of where the ginger cat hit him. "Thank you for that."

Squirrelflight turned to him once more. "And why are you here?" She meowed.

Crowfeather looked at Leafpool with a pleading gaze, then at the small bundles at her belly. "For them. If there's anything I'll do in this world for my own glory, it will not be missing the chance to see my kits. I hope you understand that."

Leafpool felt her jaw lower, as if to speak unknown words, but she couldn't say anything. She was happy at last, that he may be ready to take the responsibility she wanted from him.

Squirrelflight sighed at Leafpool in wonder, as her sister spoke. "I think we can bear him until we depart for Thunderclan again."

"So be it. Welcome to the group Black Tornado." Squirrelflight smiled sarcastically.

"Black Tornado? How exactly is that an insult?" Crowfeather looked at his paws in confusion.

Squirrelflight glared at him with questioning eyes. "Because no one likes them."

"It'd be interesting to see one though." Crowfeather smirked playfully.

"You are correct. I'll think of something else." Squirrelflight firmly stated. Leafpool called from the den softly. "Leave him be sissy."

"That- Combining those words is against the Warrior Code!" Squirrelflight spoke as her sister grinned again.

Crowfeather awaited his chance to speak as the siblings bickered. "So... On a better note. Have you named them yet?"

Squirrelflight turned him with a twisted expression that read: 'Are you legitimately serious?' She spoke: "You literally arrived as the last bundle knocked his head on the floor!" Leafpool burst into laughter behind her as Crowfeather hung his head and sighed. "That's... That information isn't required."

"For you, all possible information must be relayed for your understanding." Squirrelflight scoffed.

"Alright." Leafpool gave Squirrelflight a more serious look. Reading: 'I think that's enough for now.'

Crowfeather hesitated before pacing up to slow at Leafpool, gazing at the kits. They watched them for a short while before the golden kit shot up and yowled with a rather cute voice, yet strong as his thick fur seemed to fluff up, appearing towering over his siblings.

Crowfeather laughed softly. "His strength reminds me of old Tigerclan legends. Or, I guess Lionclan with his fur. Perhaps that would be his name, could it? Lionkit. Leaf-?" He looked at her questioningly.

Leafpool's expression switched a few times. Fear, excitement, uncertainty, love. "If your words remain true, I won't deny you at least one name." She laughed softly. "I could do that."

Crowfeather smiled, seeing the kit stumble over his sister. Leaf peered over at the silver and blue kit who lay still behind his siblings, obviously wishing all the noise would. Just. Stop. As the black she-kit whined against Lionkit's pummeling paws, the silver and blue kit gave a light sigh and buried his head in his paws.

Leafpool breathed in delight at the sight of her family. "You know, his pelt is something I've never seen before... Like a blue jay. Yes that'll work. He'll be Jaykit." She spoke as she chuckled at the other two fighting still.

Squirrelflight sat silent before Leafpool addressed her softly. She picked her head up questioningly as Leafpool spoke. "Crowfeather named one. So did I. Three cats here for three kits. What about the black one?"

Squirrelflight looked uncertain as Leafpool spoke. "You're my sister, I'd definitely let you name one if I have THREE." She smiled.

Squirrelflight smiled, looking at the black kit, starting to roll over off Lionkit, trying to escape, holding an attitude. She gazed to her side, seeing a black bark tree. Her eyes went to slits looking at it, and back to the kit. "You know, her fur is strikingly simaler to holly bark. That might work. Hollykit."

Crowfeather immediately spoke with dangerous levels of stupidity and sarcasm at Squirrelflight. "Crowkit could work." Leafpool shouldered him hard with a frown that certainly held a hidden smile. Crowfeather laughed as Squirrelflight glared at him with childish rage. "Hollykit it is." Leafpool declared gazing at both of them.

Squirrelflight gazed at the sky lightening. "Day's come. Clan will be searching soon. Best not keep them waiting."

Leafpool sighed looking at Crowfeather as he too felt pain in his heart. But it took no hesitation for him to speak his choice.

Crowfeather sighed deeply. "I guess it comes to this. I- I never could imagine I would wake up and be here in an hour. I can't... Leaf... I would never again ask you to come with me, but perhaps the other way around... I don't care about what others think of me, I cannot leave these kits alone. Not now."

"With me?" Leafpool's expression turned serious and concerned. She sighed as she spoke as though it was rehearsed. "Crow, how? If you came to Thunderclan after all that's happened in our history, I'd be surprised if they didn't kill you. I know the pain I'd feel if I could never spend time with my kits now, and in Windclan It'd be your mind, not mine. And I don't want that for you. But how? And I have no idea what to do now."

"Leaf, I will not go down in history as the father who named his kit, and didn't spend any time with him. Not the father who never tumbled around or had a great night with a child who might be too much for one mother. I would love to be the cat who will survive all accusations and hard stares if just to block my kits from being the one to receive them. And Squirrelflight... I heard what Feathertail said. I would take that responsibility away. Feathertail said they must live in a Clan with a mother and father who will be proud of them, and they will. I did this, I helped make these kits. If I let them grow up without a true father, that's on me."

Before anyone could speak, he lowered his head next to the three kits and spoke softly. "My light is yours, my life, and love. But my pain need not follow. I will hold on to it for you, keep you from the cruel world as long as should be needed. With all the love in my heart and fear in my mind, I welcome you, my kits, into this vast and wonderful world that I love so much, the one with you, gracing it every day. Welcome."

As he finished, Leafpool had fell to tears. Squirrelflight... She may never have heard more beautiful words binding family.

Little conversation passed between the three. But it always ended to one conclusion. Crowfeather spoke: "This is my path. If it is a painful one, that's still my choice, I spent my life on selfish adventures, never understanding how much my life could be valued by the ones who love me, more than myself. I understand now, these kits may claim to feel no fear, claim they understand love, and they swear they'd be safe, but I'll always be there to worry for them. As a father it's my job. I cannot turn away from this. Else I should just jump in the river. I have to do this."

Before anyone could speak once more, Squirrelflight lifted her head in shock. "Where's Hollykit?!"

Crow and Leaf spun around looking for the little she-kit. Crowfeather spotted her stumbling over the branches at the clearing edge, heading towards a fall. "Wait, kit! Stay with those two!" He yelled at Squirrelflight as he darted to the black she kit who had ran and tumbled down a small hill, crying. Crowfeather skidded to a halt by her side, checking her over. He sighed deeply as his heart pounded. She was unharmed. "Why are you out here..." He whispered softly.

"I could ask the same." Came a stern voice that made him freeze. 'Oh no.' He thought. He turned to see Brambleclaw, Dustpelt, and Brightheart. Dustpelt had been the one to have addressed him. Before either three made a move, Crowfeather spoke. "I'm with Squirrelflight and Leafpool, please do not do anything blunt."

Brightheart spoke up threateningly. "Who's kit is that?"

Crowfeather's expression read: 'And how am I going to get out of this?'

"Well..." He began. "Leafpool's. Medicine cat."

As Dustpelt and Brambleclaw exchanged a very questioning glance, Crowfeather finished as Brightheart asked: "The father?..."

"Well if the black fur is any indication... Well... Mine. Mine... And Leafpool's. I'm sure you remember our past."

"Where are they?" Brambleclaw spoke firmly.

Crowfeather singled with his tail up the hill. Brightheart picked up Hollykit as she whined, while Dustpelt motioned for Crowfeather to follow.

As the cleared the hill and the hollowed tree came into sight, Squirrelflight gave a gasp of shock seeing them as Leafpool gave a sigh, half of fear, half of relief seeing Hollykit at Brightheart's paws.

Brambleclaw glanced at Squirrelflight, expression seeming to say calmly: 'What... Is this?' While her's simply read: 'Hello.' As she stood shocked.

Thunderclan Camp.

I'll write more soon. Hopefully the Alternative Universe creator sees it, ha.

#Squirrelflight #Leafpool #Crowfeather #Power of Three AU

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