#{I'm on your side};lethe

[munchmemes]

hozier lyrics, unreal unearth edition

❛ your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowing yourself. ❜ ❛ no closer could i be to god or why he would do what he's done. ❜ ❛ what you live in, it finds a way to live in you. ❜ ❛ your heart has such darkness. ❜ ❛ i wanna be gone. i wanna run so far, i'd beat the morning. ❜ ❛ before the dawn has come, i'd block the sun if you want it done. ❜ ❛ let all time slow. let all light go. ❜ ❛ i don't need to know where we begin and end. ❜ ❛ i'd still know you, not being shown you. ❜ ❛ the first time that you kissed me, i drank dry the river lethe. the liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same. ❜ ❛ some part of me must have died the first time that you called me baby. ❜ ❛ some part of me came alive the first time that you called me baby. ❜ ❛ these days, i think, i owe my life to flowers that were left here by my mother. ain't that like them? gifting life to you again. ❜ ❛ oh, to share the space with simple living things infinitely suffering but fighting off, like all creation, the absence of itself ... but anyway. ❜ ❛ some part of me stayed alive each time that you called. ❜ ❛ whatever keeps you around, it keeps you around. ❜ ❛ when i was young i used to guess, are there limits to any emptiness? ❜ ❛ how could you think i'd scare so easily? ❜ ❛ my life was a storm since i was born. how could i fear any hurricane? ❜ ❛ i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute. ❜ ❛ what good would it be on the far side of things? ❜ ❛ i would not change it each time. ❜ ❛ heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i. ❜ ❛ i feel lighter than i have in so much time. ❜ ❛ how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me? ❜ ❛ if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me. ❜ ❛ if you need to, lean your weight to me. ❜ ❛ if we fall, i only pray, don't fall away from me. ❜ ❛ i'm starving, darling. let me put my lips to something. ❜ ❛ you can't buy this fineness. ❜ ❛ we can celebrate the good that we've done. ❜

❛ we had nowhere to go and every desire for going there. ❜ ❛ i heard once, it's the comforts that make us feel numb. ❜ ❛ it was just our turn being blamed for a world we had no power in. ❜ ❛ i haven't felt it since then. i don't know how the feeling ended. ❜ ❛ i know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done. ❜ ❛ we knew what our love was worth when we had nothing. ❜ ❛ i miss when we did not need much. ❜ ❛ you were steering my heart like a wheel in your hands. ❜ ❛ all i needed was someone when the whole wide world felt young. ❜ ❛ hold me like water or hold me like a knife. ❜ ❛ you and i burned out our steam chasing someone else's dream. ❜ ❛ how can something be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems? ❜ ❛ you only feel it when it's lost. getting through still has its cost. ❜ ❛ if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right. ❜ ❛ we didn't get it right but we did our best. ❜ ❛ knowing that everything will end should not change our plans. ❜ ❛ all things end. ❜ ❛ there are some things that no one teaches you that come natural as a dream you didn't know that you were in. ❜ ❛ the awful things we do to make the head go quiet. ❜ ❛ you may never know your fortune until the distance has been shown between what is lost forever and what can still be known. ❜ ❛ i don't wanna be anything but i would do anything just to run away. ❜ ❛ go look another way. ❜ ❛ look, i wanna be loud. so loud, i'm talking seismic. ❜ ❛ i will not be great but i'm grateful to get through. ❜ ❛ the memory hurts but does me no harm. ❜ ❛ the moment i knew i'd no choice but to love you. ❜ ❛ there's a part of me, i'm afraid will always be trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life. ❜ ❛ you know, the distance never made a difference to me. ❜ ❛ so, i thought you were like an angel to me. ❜ ❛ it ain't the being alone. it ain't the empty home. you know i'm good on my own. ❜ ❛ so much of the living is the being unknown. ❜ ❛ do you know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness i still carry for you? ❜ ❛ there are some people who are better unknown. ❜ ❛ darkness always finds you either way. ❜ ❛ after this, i'm never gonna be the same and i am never going back again. ❜

[paper-gold-theories]

Villainous Fanfic: Conflicting

Basically a yandere GoldHeart and Flug fanfic.

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"I trusted you, Leth! You're a hero in training for P.E.A.C.E. Academy and you knew I'm villain student in Black Hat Institution but you kept it a secret all this time to just use me to get ahead and become the top hero!" Flug yells at GoldHeart as he enters his boyfriend's room, confronting him with all the evidence he complied of his decit.

“Flug, calm down, you’re getting worked up over nothing,” GoldHeart says calmly, as if he knew this would happen eventually, but there was a flicker of fear and paranoia of Flug leaving him sliding over Goldheart's eyes and if Flug hadn't known him he would have missed it.

“Don’t you love spending time with me? Don't you love sleeping with me? Don’t you love being together with me? Don't you love me?” with every question GoldHeart walks closer to Flug in large, determined yet careful steps, like a hunter approaching a deer.

“Yes, but you-” Flug tried to get the conversation back on track as GoldHeart steps closer and closer towards him.

“And look, Flug!” GoldHeart spoke over Flug, not letting him finish so that he can complete his own walk towards Flug from the other side of the room. He gently reached out his hand to cup Flug's face and slowly caressing his cheek. Despite being hurt by GoldHeart's deception, Flug leaned in on instinct making GoldHeart's eyes soften and quelling some of his worries at seeing his boyfriend's reaction.

“Remember what I told you that I'm going to achieve something that would make life better for the both of us?” GoldHeart put his arm around Flug's shoulder in an inescapable hold to guide him to his study table across the room. He grabbed a stack of papers from the desk and shoved it towards Flug's face, eyes gleeful and bright with frenzy.

“This is a P.E.A.C.E. contract, Flug! Thanks your tutoring I became the top of my grade and P.E.A.C.E. gave the best hero contract they could offer. I'm getting my own city, my own bulding, a seven figure starting salary, unlimited resources to stop crime and...I get to choose my own team.” Flug looked away from GoldHeart, not liking the way he possessively stared at him as he said those last words. "Just think Flug! Once you become a hero, we can have all of this together."

GoldHeart's sudden proposition shocked Flug, it wasn't even a proposition as Flug realised GoldHeart didn't ask, more like a declaration.

He came here with the intention of confronting his boyfriend for keeping secrets that he was a hero student and knows that Flug was villain student, yet still continuing their tutoring sessions to get ahead of all the other heroes in his school. Now he wants him to leave everything behind and become a hero? How did it come to this? “I still have a few months of school, Leth,” Flug explains after swimming out of his torrent thoughts.

“Fuck school, Flug!” GoldHeart growled vehemently, his hands moved to hold Flug tightly by the shoulders. Flug had never seen this side of his boyfriend before. "You said so yourself, those students beat the shit out of you and bully you for no reason while the teachers just sit there and watch! Why stay at that garbage villain school anyways?!”

"I need to go to school Leth because I'm going to become a certified villain once I graduate,” Despite the racing of his heart, Flug tries his best to sound firm and stand his ground with GoldHeart.

GoldHeart tightened his grip around Flug's shoulders. “Fuck Villainy, too...” GoldHeart bit out on a snarl, eyes glowing gold.

For the first time ever, Flug was truly afraid of his boyfriend. The harsh golden gleam to GoldHeart's vehement stare also reminded Flug that he's is actually a superhero with super inhuman strength that can break down steel buildings as if they were toothpicks, let alone overpower a normal human like Flug. The walls of GoldHeart's room felt tighter and tighter.

“You really think becoming a Villain will make your life any better?!” GoldHeart's voice was ice like liquid nitrogen and grating like broken glass as his hands slid down to Flug’s waist, encasing him close to his body with a posessive hug to hold him in place. “Your gonna live your life on the run and heroes will literally hunt you down to beat the shit out of you if they see you doing crime! How is that any better from being bullied?!"

"I'm not going to be on the losing end Leth!" Flug snapped, angrily struggling against GoldHeart's constricting grip, but the hero held him in place.

"Sure your smart, so maybe you will get some success and escape now and then," GoldHeart shrugs nonchalantly. "But Flug, didn't you also always say you want people to recognize you for your genius? Tell me how the is being a villain, who are hated by everyone in society is going to help you achieve that?" GoldHeart challenges Flug looking at him directly in the eye.

"I do want people to acknowledge me for my genius. But not like this. Not if I have not if I have to sell out to become a hero, not if I have go against my morals and beliefs to get ahead," Flug looks at GoldHeart back in the eye in return with conviction.

GoldHeart sighs, "The grass isn't greener on your side Flug," he responds calmly, the opposite from his earlier tone, surprising Flug. "Villains do just as morally compromising things as heroes. And you say heroes are sell outs but don't villains also sell their soul to Black Hat to get what they want, how is that any different?" GoldHeart elaborates as if it was obvious.

Flug was stuntlock at GoldHeart's words. It's true, Flug had to admit, both villains and heroes do the same compromising things. He turns away from GoldHeart, not sure how to respond to that revelation.

GoldHeart smiles softly, as if reading his boyfriend's mind and knows what he's thinking. He gently places his hand on Flug's chin and moves it so that his boyfriend is facing him again, "If you become a hero you'll get all the recognition you deserve and you won't have to worry about being bullied...I'll eliminate anyone who even tries," GoldHeart adds darkly.

'Holy shit,' Flug thought. 'That was wow.'

“When were together nobody can stop us, nobody can hold us back,” GoldHeart continues, going back to cradle Flug’s face between his hands and bore into him with fever in his brown eyes. “We'll have the world in the palm of our hands. You and me, together."

"Leth I...," Flug sighed out a wavering breath. Being a hero never tempted him before, it shouldn't be so tempting! But the way GoldHeart said 'You and me, together' lit a flame in Flug’s fluttering heart as the potential future of becoming a hero together with his boyfriend and being recognized for his hard work and talents flashed vividly before Flug’s eyes making it all seem so wonderful and beautiful.

In school, his life had been so lonely and miserable ever since Cecilia died, until Herbert Leth walked into it and made him feel things he thought he would never feel again, it wasn’t like he wanted to go back to being alone again.

But even though he realised villains and heroes are somewhat similar and the wonderful future he could have together with GoldHeart ...Flug has worked too hard, for too long, putting his blood, sweat, tears, and everything he had to become a villain. It was his passion, dream, and goal ever since he decided to enroll in Black Hat Institution to study evil science. He can't just immediately decide to give up on everything he worked for and everything he believed in just to become a hero right now. This was all too much for him to process at one go.

“Can you give me some time to think about it?" Flug felt GoldHeart’s arms tightened around him as he says those words. The ‘what’s there to think about, Flug?’ question already forming at the back of GoldHeart’s throat. But at the sight of Flug's teary and wide eyed overwhelmed expression, the tightness around GoldHeart’s eyes softened, feeling guilty for making his boyfriend cry.

Flug was surprised at his boyfriend's sudden change in demeanour as GoldHeart's grip loosen and instead pulled Flug's body close into his chest, a hand on the back of Flug's head guiding his face to nestle into GoldHeart's neck as the hero rubbed his hair in soothing motions.

“I'm sorry for overwhelming you Flug. I'll give you some time to think about it, alright," GoldHeart mummers and peppers Flug's face with gentle kisses.

"Thank you, Leth," Flug was glad at least GoldHeart listened to him on this one thing and finally hugs GoldHeart back, making the hero sigh in satisfaction and melt at the contact from his beloved boyfriend.

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GoldHeart says he needs a month to finalise his contract and settle some other stuff with P.E.A.C.E. and asks if he can get Flug's answer by then and Flug agrees ...

And for a few weeks, things went back to the way they were. He and GoldHeart would go on dates, be intimate and spend as much of their free time together as a couple.

But at the back of Flug's mind he knew he was postponing the inevitable. He thought long and hard about his difficult decision and it was tearing him apart. Every time he sees GoldHeart's sincere smile when they spend their days together it makes him feel so conflicted as it reminds him of the inevitable decision he has to make and he wonders sadly if they will be able to continue to have happy times like this like this once he finally makes his choice:

Be a hero and have a future with GoldHeart or Sacrifice everything to follow his dreams to become a villain.

[rivercloudss]

dissecting acheron's name

part 1 of my into the raidenverse posts, where i attempt to explain raiden mei and her 'variants' to non-hi3 players. here, I'll be discussing acheron/raiden bosenmori mei's names, their meanings, and cultural references (Greek mythology + CN/JP myth and folklore).

obviously, this will contain spoilers for the latest hsr story contents about acheron's true name.

(note: i’m less familiar with japanese mythology, so if anyone can confirm what i’ve found or add more that would be greatly appreciated!)

Acheron

In Greek mythology, the River Acheron is one of the 5 rivers of the Underworld, and is depicted as its entrance. There, Charon the ferryman leads departed souls into the underworld. It’s a nod to what she mentions in the story quest: that she ‘guards the path to the abyss of the Nihility’ and tries to rescue the souls who end up there’.

???: Are you watching over me? Acheron: This is my duty... as Acheron the Watcher. Acheron: I'm guarding the path to the abyss of the Nihility, guiding every soul reluctant to become one with it... back to this side. --- Trailblaze mission, 'And on the Eighth Day'.

In Chinese and Japanese, Acheron is written as 黄泉 (cn: huangquan, jp: yomi, literally 'yellow spring'. why doesn't tumblr have yellow colour for words?). It is a synonym for the underworld in both Chinese and Japanese mythology.

Yomi isn't the same as heaven or hell in western beliefs, as is neither a paradise or a place for punishment; it is simply a place for the souls of the dead. It's more similar to Greek mythology. (Much like the Greek Underworld, eating in Yomi makes it impossible to return to the land of the living!)

In Chinese folk belief, it functions as more of a purgatory, to punish and renew spirits to prepare for reincarnation. There are many different versions of the post-death journey that evolved over time, so there isn't really a 'correct' or 'most accurate' version. I won't be going into too much detail since they're not so relevant to Acheron's lore, but you can read more about the Chinese Underworld here and here.

Raiden Bosenmori Mei

Acheron: For me, some things are difficult to recall, yet there are others... that I find challenging to forget. Acheron: Such is "memory", a creation of the past that blossoms into significance in the distant future. Acheron: I remember that marks the start of my journey, the origin of the vibrant red hue in my life, and the most fervent element amidst every tempest... Acheron: That's my name... Acheron: Raiden Bosenmori Mei. --- Trailblaze mission, 'And on the Eighth Day'.

Her real name is written 雷電 (Raiden) 忘川守 (Bosenmori) 芽衣 (Mei). Raiden is her surname, meaning ‘thunder and lightning’. Her given name Mei (literally sprout + clothes) doesn’t mean anything in particular when written together afaik.

Interestingly, these two are written exactly the same way as her HI3 counterpart’s name is written. (Some of Raiden Mei's variants have different writings of her name in cn/jp, although they're still read the same. more about this on a future post!)

Bosenmori, meanwhile, is written as 忘川守. It's less of a middle name and more of a Japanese-style courtesy title (but it's still a little funny to say that her name Mei B. Raiden). 忘川 (cn: wangchuan, literally forget + river) is likely a reference to the River Lethe, and 守 means 'protector' or 'guardian'.

In Greek mythology, the River Lethe is known as the river of forgetfulness. Like the River Acheron, it is also one of the 5 rivers in the Underworld. The dead are required to drink from the river to forget their earthly life.

There’s a slight difference between Chinese and Greek beliefs: in Chinese folklore, 忘川 (‘River Lethe’) is the river that is a dividing line between 黄泉路 (‘Acheron Road’) and the underworld. There is a bridge over it, and on the bridge sits Meng Po. To cross the river, you must cross the bridge; to cross the bridge, you must drink Meng Po soup, which makes you forget everything in your life. Without doing all that, you will be unable to reincarnate.

and do we know anyone with memory problems?

The shadow of Nihility covers the stars equally, and Self-Annihilators may form in any world. If we call them phenomena, these poor souls do share one thing in common: Their various existential properties — such as corporeal body, mental cognition, and personal memories... will gradually fade away in their journey of self-annihilation. --- description of Self-Annihilators in the in-game Data Bank.

yeah...

anyway, thanks for making it till the end! next up i will be yapping about:

notable variants of hi3's raiden mei for the non-hi3 players

parallels between acheron and hi3!mei's stories, as seen in the trailer: aka, sentinals, herrschers, and some more notable variants of hi3 characters present in hsr.

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Poets and Painters (Midday) - Wolffe x Reader [Mature Fic]

Warnings and Information: In desperate need of just one day to take his and his men's mind off the war, Plo Koon orders that everyone make a stop on a relatively uninhabited planet in a peaceful sector of the galaxy to… have a picnic? Just what does he have in mind? A certain flint-gray Commander is finding it hard to believe that they're just on the planet for a day of R&R in the middle of a war, so he isn't letting his guard down. Perhaps someone will help Commander Wolffe find some way to help him relax before the day is over… 2nd person POV. Reader is undescribed save for minor details like personal touches to a uniform, and has a gender-neutral alias. Allusions to canon-typical violence, mention of injury and loss, and Plo just being a dad to the 104th Battalion in the background. Swearing. Discussion of more adult themes and some lewd jokes the more the fic progresses (this is not an Explicit fic but it is Mature; Minors please DNI). Takes place on a fictional planet.

Word count: 4,665

The trick to keeping Commander Wolffe from prowling the edge of the clearing like a caged animal had been surprising. To everyone. 

Allowing him to watch you work keeps him seated on the hill beside you, where he does not worry his brothers or Master Plo Koon by continuing to make lap after lap. He had left your side once, to take a look at something the Clone pilot Warthog had to show him, and then did a little shiny-wrangling (namely Soapsuds) because they were too close to the forest for his comfort, but he was quick to return. 

He's not much of a conversational partner, whether that's out of respect for you to let you concentrate, or simply a product of his personality. When he has something to say, Wolffe keeps it brief. 

"I'm not that pale." 

"But your scar is." you reply with a gentle smile and a soft laugh, carefully adding traces of a lighter flesh-tone to the vertical stripe of scar tissue in your sketching of the Commander. You keep your pressure light on the page, and make your best efforts to keep the strokes in roughly the same orientation. The smile gives way to a frown the longer you fill in the length of his scar on the page. Your heart hurts for what happened to him at the hands of a dark Force-wielder. What her blade did to him. "I imagine it was quite painful, to lose your eye…" 

"Yes." Wolffe replies in a clipped voice, suggesting to you that while he does not want to dismiss your sympathies, he clearly must not want to talk about this with someone he does not know, either. You feel a tug on the lapel of your uniform, and the gloved pad of his thumb brushes over something. Oh. You'd forgotten about that. "You added a wolf's head into your uniform, Arcadia?" He's changing the subject. And that's okay. 

That's more than okay. 

Glancing down best you can, you see the sloppy replication the flint-gray Commander refers to. The thread used for the head is a steely gray, the stitches are almost invisible and camouflaged in the color of the uniform, save for the eyes in your favorite color. It was meant to be practice for repairing holes in your clothing, you explain. "For emergency situations. I wanted to see if my stitches would hold up after being washed. I completely forgot it was there." You don't explain why you went with the image of a wolf. You won't need to, in his presence.

It's easy enough to guess why this would be the animal, of all possible choices available to you in this galaxy, you would stitch into your lapel. The name surrounds you. Wolfpack. General Plo's callsign is Wolf Leader when they engage in battle by starfighter. 

It is the name of the man next to you - granted it bears an additional forn and an esk. 

Wesk-osk-leth-forn-forn-esk. 

Wolffe. 

"It held up well." he compliments you, releasing the fold of the lapel and assuming his silence once more. Degree by degree, you are seeing he is not eternally gruff or cold with you, or anyone: merely a man made stoic and far more vigilant than before by war. In his vigilance, he continues to visually sweep the field for signs of trouble or mischief. 

Maybe, while he's distracted…

You stealthily swap out the current coloring pencil in your hand - a deeper skin tone - and pluck out the Lamp Black pencil in the mix, drifting your hand lower down the page until the end of the pencil was now lined up with the loosely defined crotch and codpiece of his armor. 

Maker alive let's just get this over with. 

The body glove is going to be innocent enough to fill in, but defining the shadows around the pubic bulge in his kit will be faster. Just keep it quick and be discreet. Work fast. Hope no one sees. Hope no one asks. 

Your pulse screams in your veins when he clears his throat - loudly - next to you, and you are so certain he is now trained on you, and acutely aware of where your pencil is. "Hm-mm…" Oh kriff me sideways. "Excuse me," he apologizes, clearing his throat again softer this time, "didn't mean to startle you, but I was trying to catch Suds' attention." Thank the Maker he didn't look when he apologized. Just a few more marks to finish shading in the codpiece, and then you can start on the body suit. "O-oh. Is he wandering off again?" 

"Looked like he was about to." 

Still breathing down their necks even from here? "Y'know-"

"As their Commander I am going to look out for my brothers, Arcadia." He sounds neither happy or unhappy with what he assumed you would say. And it's fair of him to assume that, in a sense. You only wish he didn't have to feel so defensive. 

"I understand that," you promise him, and for the moment, you set down the pencil in your hand so you are not dividing your attention between the artwork and Wolffe. "and I wasn't telling you to stop, either. I only wanted to warn you that, I think, General Plo Koon seems worried about you, that something is keeping you from enjoying yourself." 

To his credit, he gives your words a moment of quiet contemplation. Whether that's to consider the truth behind the words you said, or to come up with an explanation of sorts, Wolffe remains silent and still like the forest that surrounds you on all sides. What secrets does that forest hold? What lives within? 

What will you find other than sap and blood on your palms when you pull back the thorny branches? 

"I don't believe we're here just to relax for a day." Commander Wolffe admits with a heavy look of guilt and uncertainty. "I think the General has other reasons for bringing us to Little Archossi, and he won't tell us." 

"Reasons? Like what?" You pick the pencil back up, and return to the slow, gradual task of adding color to the page. You're going to give him time to think. Time to answer, if he even wants to. He may not. Warning him that he's possibly made his General concerned about him seems to shake him down, somewhat. "I'm sorry." 

It's reflexive, apologizing for upsetting him. That seems to pull him out of his silence, for the moment. "Don't be, Arcadia. I'm not going to fault you for having good intentions. Or a good eye." 

The kri-? 

In dawning horror, you see and fully realize where your pencil lead is. And looking over at him, you see that he does too. "I-I'm so sorry, sir…" You admit that you hoped he wouldn't notice, and that adding the necessary shading and color around areas that carry their shares of suggestive and sexual imagery and connotations would have been completed with as little attention drawn to it as possible. While you're not exactly ashamed to have drawn those parts of him, you feel a bit awkward to have him take notice of your work when you add the color. 

Half of his mouth quirks in a smile, an expression of his respect, understanding that took guts to admit. "That's nothing to apologize for. It's just part of the art, Arcadia. A little "awkward" would only be understandable. Would you feel better if I purposely didn't watch?" 

Well, seeing as how you're almost done with the inner thigh, you don't see much of a point to the gesture in this part of the progress. But, he did offer. And this seems to be what's keeping him seated in the grass. And what's keeping Plo Koon freer to spend less time being concerned about his diligent commander, and more time in showing his troops more aspects of Kel Dor culture and history, it seems. (Orchid keeps asking questions that Tack could easily answer about Dorin, and it serves as a neat little lesson for some of their newer shinnies. Plo is certainly grateful for the curiosity that allows him to be a teacher, rather than a fighter, today.) 

You shrug lazily, laughing softly under your breath. "I'll leave that up to you, sir. At this point…" 

Wolffe chooses to keep an eye on his brothers, so you make the process of shading the inner thighs quick, while being careful not to get sloppy. You're not trying to recreate a master painter's work here in the first page of your sketchbook, but you don't want to look at this one day and become filled with the urge to tear it out because all you can see are glaring imperfections, either. That's nothing but a fanciful daydream of making so much progress in your artistic prowess that you would ever be struck with such a thought, of course. 

You are preoccupied with a war against the Separatists: when would you ever have the chance to make regular progress and impressive strides without backsliding and the natural degradation of your skills when you do not use them? You're a small part of the busy crew that keeps the Triumphant running smoothly. 

People constantly need you. And that's all well and good, but sometimes you find yourself running into the same problem over and over again that crews of this size inevitably face: when you, who provides the help, needs someone, who is there for you? Do you turn to another crewmate who is already up to their neck in all the problems they juggle? Turning to one of the Clone troopers is ill-advised, no matter how much they swear they don't mind lending a hand or an arm (or two) to assist. 

You've been doing fine aboard the Triumphant; better than fine, in fact. But that worry claws at you, sometimes. I'm here to help everyone. But if I needed help, who would I go to?

Who does the Commander go to when he needs help, come to think of it… General Plo? Or maybe Sergeants Sinker and Boost, if the matter was a little closer to the heart, something he believed was best kept between brothers? 

Who does Wolffe turn to in his hours of need, you wonder. 

You need to rest your wrist, and soon. You have just a little more of this tree's canopy to color in though, and then you're calling it good. You've been working on this "sketch" for more than three hours with the Commander at your side. You want to have this done soon. You want to go check out some of these things other crewmates have been laughing themselves silly over for the last hour that leave them gasping and wheezing for breath, clutching their sides and drying their faces. You're burning to know what's so funny, why they keep calling your name to come see. 

Curiously guessing over and over what General Plo's reaction will be when you show him this amateurish endeavor in outdoor art drives you to continue, however. Just a few more tiny, feather-shaped leaves… Wolffe notices the sharp twinge in your face, and the uncomfortable spasm in your fingers as you adjust your grip around the Sunflower coloring pencil. 

"Getting painful?" 

"Just a little." you admit, knowing if you pause now, you will delay when you pick the pencil back. "I'll manage." 

"Making art shouldn't bring you pain, Arcadia." 

You scoff, just slightly. "Physical pain? Agreed. But emotional pain, that's another matter. Don't worry, I'll be done soon, Wolffe." 

He asked you to call him Wolffe a short time ago. It wasn't exactly necessary to call him Commander or Sir all the time if you had him sketched out on your page quite like… that. His legs parted and bent at the knee - flat in the grass out in front of him. Wrist of the left hand resting just on the surface of his thigh, with his hand hanging limp just inches from his groin. You were generous enough to draw his fingers in a more neutral position than how they had looked in reality… Otherwise, if his soldiers and brothers got a hold of the sketchbook, there's no telling how many jokes you'd have to hear about making it look like their Commander was jerkin' it in front of you. 

Calling him "Wolffe" would do just fine when it was just the two of you alone on this hill. Perhaps he felt it was only fair if he was calling you by your name. You had no title or rank, like him. You are just a humble part of the crew, but he assured you no less important than one of the soldiers. 

It takes all of us, he said. That's how we win this war. 

You've come to the home stretch, feeling the ache in your fingers deepen with every tiny skritch and shwoop! as you methodically color in your work leaf by leaf. "Just one last, little leaf," you promise, "and then I'm done." 

"Not going to sign your magnum opus, Arcadia?" Wolffe prods a little teasingly. He's smiling at you now, even. Hours ago, he was somber and battle-ready, no smiles, no nonsense. Now, he's beginning to make small jokes. "Should add a signature so future museums know who to accredit this to." 

"A leaf and then a signature." you chuckle warmly. "Future museum… Honestly." He only offers a shrug in response to that, and you take it to mean well, you never know. "What, you're trying to tell me you think this would honestly end up in a museum gallery one day?" 

He shrugs again, gazing off into the distance, into the forest. "Overheard one of the boys in the mess say something about the notion once. Something they read. Some kind of commemorative effort made by one planet to make sure they never forgot their bloody history by way of art and song and poetry inspired by that time. Evidence of a time best not repeated, but not forgotten either." 

Such an insightful and wise thing to be said so casually, poetically, and yet, there's a weighty truth to every syllable and enunciation. 

We doom ourselves to repeat the past when we do not remember it and do not teach it anymore. When we allow ourselves to forget, the shades of rouge we sop the bristles of our brushes in will not be in the rich scarlets of Dathomir, or the forever-burning rubies of Mustafar, it will instead be with blood. 

When we have enough evidence, it silences the naysayers and the fools. It validates the choking and trembling voices that say I have tasted the bitter blade of war. I have stood before the yawning maw of nothingness it leaves in its wake. I will never be the same. You do not have the right to tell me that I am some kind of paid actor. 

If they were conspiracies, do you not think I would be among the loudest of your prophets who tout these twisted claims in the hopes of converting another?

"Fascinating. Thinking something like that will come of the Clone Wars, Wolffe?" You've finished the drawing, now. Taking an ink pen, you jot down your signature in the tidiest handwriting you can manage in the lower right corner, making note of the date for good measure. You'll think up a creative title for this later. 

There's a third rising and falling of the shoulders from the man sitting beside you. "It's too soon to tell." 

"That's fair." you reply, gathering up your supplies to put them back into the bag for safekeeping. "But you just know, if it does happen, the Separatists aren't gonna like the art." You have faith that the Republic will prevail. How could it not when the soldiers who fight for the Republic are some of the most courageous, persevering people you know? (What will come of them after?) 

You're likely right about that, he agrees with a throaty chuckle. The Separatists will not like losing this war, and they'll like the art even less. "I can only hope… that it will not just be the Jedi who are…" Wolffe grows silent next to you. He's not certain what word he wants to use to best explain his thoughts, he admits plainly. There are too many. Too many answers that are right, but he struggles to find the one thing that is most correct out of all of them. 

Given what Tack has told you, the answer is obvious. "You're hoping that the galaxy will remember the Clones were a part of this conflict too. That the galaxy won't forget the sacrifices made by your brothers, and they won't forget how many lost their lives. You probably hope that when the free peoples of the galaxy remember the Jedi, they remember you, too. Both must be appreciated together."

"You're probably right," Wolffe concedes firstly, "And you're too wise beyond your years, Arcadia." Strangely philosophical, he tells you, for how old he guesses you to be. Maybe he's the right one this time, thinking to yourself on his words. 

Maybe he's not the only one hoping that when this war ends, no matter the outcome, those who served as a part of the Grand Army of the Republic will not be a forgotten topic ten, twenty… even forty or fifty years down the line. 

Tack has made a breakthrough in his mysterious flower just before Master Plo is free to come take a look at the sketch and color work you've completed, and concern for his men takes precedence. You would not blame him in the slightest if he forgot he expressed interest in seeing what you accomplished with art materials given to you as gifts. Because of your station with the crew of the Triumphant with a secondary speciality for risk assessment, you're involved in this discussion with the researcher and his commander and general. 

Right now determining the risks posed to the men of the 104th matters more. Art and philosophical pondering will have to come later.

Tack explains to both Commander Wolffe and Master Plo that he thinks the smatterings of blue flowers that dot this clearing here on Little Archossi are known as Dinocaeruleus anthos. By their common-name, you know that these flowers are a warning. A silent, unassuming danger for all their beauty and silky blue petals. 

Terrible blue flower. 

"You can make toxic honey with these flowers?" Wolffe asks more to himself than Tack, as he reads ahead in the compiled information. Plo is taking his time to read the information on the screen of the datapad in his hands. To make sense of this, the Jedi is being thorough. 

"Poisonous, Sir, more accurately." Tack makes the correction habitually, and Wolffe does not take it personally. He knows that Tack knows what he meant, and given his aptitude for analytics and other such sciences, his researcher is not correcting him to be a smartass. "But, yes, you can make bad honey with these flowers depending on what pollinators you harvest from. They are not wholly dangerous on their own. Eat it, it might make you feel nauseated due to natural bitterants. Touch it to more sensitive dermal surfaces and it will prove a powerful irritant." 

From a short distance away, you hear the voices of Orchid and Soapsuds, Tack's batchmates (you assume), commenting on what the four of you are discussing in the shade of the tree you spent the morning sketching. "So what Tack's saying is don't stick your d-" The speaker finds himself with the other's hand anxiously plastered against his mouth to shut him up in a hurry. "Maker alive, shut up!" Soapsuds warns him, "Orchid, why are you so vulgar?!" 

There is a pointed sigh from Commander Wolffe that is aimed at the two of them. Don't make me come over there. Behave yourselves in front of the General. 

Plo makes no indication that he's noticed the situation occurring just out of reach. You have to imagine he hears Suds and Orchid wrestling with each other in the grass, now, though, and is ignoring it. "Arcadia and Tack, in your opinion, will these be enough cause for concern to consider returning back to the ship?" Plo wonders aloud. The Kel Dor returns the device to the researcher, and folds his hands together in an act of deliberate contemplation, resting them against his stomach. 

Tack looks at you, and you at him, then the Commander. There is a look in his eyes, both the stark silver and the warm vandyke brown, that reads to you as a surrender of control. 

I will carry out your judgment. 

Tack scoffs and shrugs, his arms thrown wide. "Honestly, General? I don't know enough. I'd need more time to determine through more analysis and comparison. This is only one search result for one flower it could possibly be. But it was enough of a match to make me get the Commander while he was talking with Arcadia." Enough of a match to send him into a tizzy over it. Tack had tripped coming up the hill in his haste, trying to ask if - from where he was sitting - the Commander noticed anyone messing with the blue flowers. 

We have a potential problem! had Wolffe on his feet faster than engaging a hyperdrive. And then there was a flurry of questions. Was it contact from the planet's inhabitants? Has someone gotten hurt? Are they needed to assist another battalion? Where's the General? 

He has the look again, now. Worry. The inner anxiety is eating him alive. Tack doesn't know. So what about you? 

"I see…" Master Plo hums. "And what are your feelings, Arcadia? What do you think about the situation?" 

You think. What do you think about this situation? Is it worth double checking the matches for the flower, to make sure that it really is Dinocaeruleus anthos? Are the men really going to be so flippant as to disregard any kind of warning put out about these flowers if they are the Dinocaeruleus, or worse yet, a far more harmful flower? (Not necessarily, but you have to consider that warning the troops that this flower can have detrimental potential invites the opportunity to inflict it.) 

There is one thing that is already clear to you, at least. "Tack should first make sure these flowers are what he thinks they are before we make any kind of advisory, General. That is my opinion." 

Another thoughtful hum. "Interesting. And why is this your opinion, little one?" 

"We should avoid unnecessary panic. Until we know for sure what these flowers are, I say we don't say anything. We invite unnecessary risks by making the men paranoid." you suggest, glancing first at the Jedi, and then the flint-gray Commander to his left. They had every right to accept or disregard your counseling as the commanding forces of this battalion at the day's end; you hope they will consider it at the very least. 

"I'm in agreement."

"Then we will do as Arcadia advised, and we will let young Tack take more time to confirm his findings. Until then…" Plo trails off, nodding decidedly. Thank the Maker. Tack dismisses himself in a hushed, hurried tone. If he's going to spend more time pouring over information on the Dinocaeruleus anthos, he shouldn't dawdle. The Jedi kindly wills the benefits of the Force to guide the researcher before he turns to address you once again. "Have you made use of the gifts given to you since we last spoke?" 

Blinking with a mild start, you realize that Plo has changed the topic. "Oh, yes, I have. Let me go get my sketchbook from my bag, sir." You scoop the entire bag from the grass, re-tucking your datapad among your things as you extract the book and turn it to the necessary page for his convenience. "Here." 

Taking it carefully in his hands, the book is cradled like a priceless relic as his eyes must trace over the page. Once more your property is treated with such care and respect by the Force-wielder. "My… Arcadia, you have quite a gift." 

The action is perhaps more childish than professional, but you cannot help but duck your head at such praise, fearing to meet his gaze should he see how flushed your face is. It is not the heat of the sun above you, denoting that it is now high noon, that makes your face burn. You're never quite sure how to accept a compliment. 

You opt for humility. "Oh, it's hardly that great, General Plo… I wouldn't say I have a gift… just… a-an attention for detail." And that much is true; dedication to detail is why you spent hours on a simple "sketch" to begin with; why you took so much care and effort to get everything done the best you could. The form of Commander Wolffe's armor. The curve of his jaw and the roundness of the ala of his nose. The correct texture of his hair within the typical haircut many of the Clones have. 

But though gentle insistence, the General repeats his sentiment. "Attention for detail is no less of a gift, Arcadia. In war it is a mark of wisdom, in art, it is a skill." A skill that has made for a very fine portrait of the Commander. "Have you seen Arcadia's work yet, Commander Wolffe?" He offers the sketchpad with an invitation to have a closer look, though it isn't necessary. 

"I watched Arcadia add the colors, yes." Wolffe confirms. "Quite the process."

Not to mention a strain on your wrist, but one well worth it for the praise given to you from the Jedi, and now many of the men who have congregated to come and suss out what's going on. "I can only imagine… Even gone through the trouble of adding proper shadows to such… rich color." 

Sinker and Boost smile softly, not quite sadly (but certainly somber), when they take note of the color of paint their commanding officer wears when you allow the book to be passed around so everyone is welcome to have a closer look. They hold it longest out of everyone, looking at this artistic replication a little more closely than most.

"The ol' maroon, eh? Think it's meant to depict another time, before Abregado?" 

"But he's drawn with the scar, Boost."

"Ah, yeah, good eye. Missed that bit." 

You timidly clear your throat to draw their attention, and explain that of all the colors, you didn't have gray. "I didn't want to leave his armor naked, either." Not when you went through the trouble of adding the face of the wolf and the other design to each of his shoulder pads, or the unique shape of his visor when you drew the helmet next to his hip. 

You would not deal him further, small cruelties by stealing the colors out of his coat completely. These markings he has chosen for himself mean something to Wolffe. The color he wears now is a mark of mourning. The color in the pages of your book will serve as an homage. 

You have not forgotten your brothers. You will always carry them with you.

Hmmf. Are you a poet now too, Arcadia?

No sir. Not really. 

You're uncertain where the words came from. Borrowed from something you read once? Did you perhaps hear the General say these words once upon a time? You can't recall what inspired you to say such a thing. 

But you'll remember the change in his gruff exterior, the way in which he was quieter than quiet for just a moment, and he pivoted in the grass to better face you and make you his equal. 

It's only the two of us here on the hill, Arcadia. Call me Wolffe, please. 

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as always i'm late, and i also gave up a while ago on giving actual heights because i don't know how to translate them between verses and i get confused by feet and inches. but:

gatt is shorter than you unless you're a dwarf. he's tiny (height-wise; he's quite muscular and more stocky than elves typically are, more compact) and he will fight you over it, and also use it to his advantage. he has been known to duck through a person's legs to cut them from underneath where they least expect it. maybe its no wonder he struggles to face people directly, he spent most of his years in seheron with his face being at crotch-height to most others and learnt to just look the other way.

ameridan swears people used to be shorter or he used to be taller (its the former, slightly) because he was on the tall end of average for an elf once, and now he feels small. kenric isn't disappointed but he does realize upon meeting him that despite trying not to make assumptions about history he did imagine the last inquisitor to be a tall and muscular warrior right out of a romance book, and it's on him that he's surprised when ameridan turns out being a head shorter than he is.

merrill is fairly tall, not by human standards but definitely by elven ones. the hunters of clan alerion pride themselves on their stature (others may remark there must be human blood in those veins...) and she's no exception. in the alienage she stands taller than most; being on the verge of starvation through your entire childhood does not do wonders for height.

shianni, however, is also fairly tall for an elf, and its clear that while her life hasn't been comfortable she hasn't outright starved for long periods of time. among the banns, teyrns and arls of ferelden she'll always be on the shorter side, but being tall would hardly have helped her gain respect; the odds are stacked against her anyway.

lethe is of average height for a wood-elf, meaning she's a little short compared to humans but not dramatically so. she may give an impression of being taller --- partly because of her straight posture, partly because fear always makes things look larger than they are and it's hard not to be creeped out by lethe on first glance.

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TOA Anniversary Munday

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is. Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing! Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together. [Original by Neffi can be found here!]

Name: Ruru

Pronouns: any/all

Birthday (no year): 6/14

Where are you from? What is your time zone? Grew up in the East Coast, currently back living there. EST timezone.

How long is your roleplay experience? Easily 15+ years. I did RP on DeviantArt of all things (and even became a mod of said rp); moved to tumblr RP when it got popular, but then took a break for a few years when tabletop games took interest proper; returned to RP when Cecil and I found TOA.

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Outside of DeviantArt, I grew up playing a lot of make believe games with friends, which eventually moved to text. But really, dA was the big one that hooked me to RP proper....wild...

How were you introduced to TOA? Cecil was the one who found it? But I was wishing for more tumblr RPs around the time, since discord ones felt too intimidating.

Do you have any pets? Viola! Cute lil cat daughter

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) I like the part of fall where the leaves change colours. Seeing flora change in general is fun for me.

What is your IRL occupation? IT Support; I also do game dev (mainly TTRPG) on the side when I can

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? I like running TTRPG games, drawing, designing and coding spreadsheets. Making improv games on the fly, rules and all. I also like exploring new places, especially when they're local. Picnics on the beach or park are great.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? A lot, but the game I just beat is Xenoblade Chronicles. I'm the sole remaining World Flipper fan- I mean, I like JRPGs a lot, so games like LiveALive and Chrono Cross come to mind as well.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Bug type. Snom, Grubbin, Pinurchin, Trapinch, pokemon that have the shape (tm) are my favorites. I've always had a soft spot for the Lati duo as well.

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! I've lived in Japan for a fair bit, and became N5 proficient through that. I'm trying to study for N4. I will also never stop talking about TTRPG - namely that I make games and one of them is Fire Emblem based.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? NO JOKE BUT I first learned of Fire Emblem through some promotional pamphlet that came with Pokemon Sapphire I think??? And then saw them in Smash. Cecil definitely helped me get into it proper.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Easier to say what I haven't, which is FE1 and FE3 (or their remakes). Only played Echoes, not FE2. The only games I started and never beat are Warriors, Three Hopes, and FE5.

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: First exposure was one of the GBA, but Awakening was the first I beat proper, I think. My favorite FE games are 4 and 6.

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Niamh, Joshua, Hugh, Idunn, Lethe? Those are the first to come to mind that I consistently like.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! This would have been so long ago...I liked characters like Chad, Lugh, Ricken, etc because they were the 'small boy who might not be taken seriously' type. Which, given I was a lot younger back then, also treated younger than i was by my family, and starting to realize I don't define my gender neatly, they were important characters to sympathize with.

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 All my crushes are in Tellius LMAO but like. Titania. Nailah. Powerful Women....

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: Sully; might pick someone like Miriel? - Fates: Tsubaki; idk tbh....maybe him again - Three Houses: Shamir; probably Yuri? - Engage: Yunaka; maybe Kagetsu? [THIS WHOLE THING IS REMINDING ME that im not very attached to S supporting with the protag I GUESS]

Favorite Fire Emblem class? I like the ones where you can fly. Kinshi Knight is one of my favorites for the design and unique combination of flyer and bow.

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? Probably a flier or a strategist type. My luck stat is either way too good or awful, no inbetween. Probably also a furry of some variety.

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? I'm your generic NPC civilian.

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? - Boons - Faith, Riding (me remembering I rode horses as a kid) - Banes - Axes - Budding - Flying, Bows

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? Probably Firene for being very flowery?

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) I pronounce it toe (the body part) + a (the letter). toe-a.

Current TOA muses: Niamh, Hugh

Past TOA muses? N/A

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Niamh

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? I like writing characters who appear composed, put together, etc, but are actually definitely not. Their ability to empathize is either super good or they struggle dearly (but are aware of that shortcoming). the more unconventional their gender, identity, etc is, the better.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? Honestly any character with a sizeable amount of lore. I'd just spend way too much time worrying I interpreted one of their support conversations wrong or don't do the character 'the right way'.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? I like writing situations where the characters learn a new facet about themselves, or discover a place beyond their wildest dreams.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? Maybe something that lets me explore Hugh's past or defines Niamh pre-meeting Cipher crew?

Favorite TOA-related memories? Candy game was fun. I also liked the teamwork and memery I had in BOEL this year.

Present or past tense? I think I write in present so that?

Normal size text, small text, no preference? Normal Text with no trimming because most of my replies are through my phone lmao...

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 Sommie :) Both joking and genuinely serious. I love a small Frienb and i think it would be interesting to dive into the fact that Sommie has been around for a very long time, but realistically I'd probably only play him for a few months. Aside from Sommie, there are a couple of FE6 characters (Lugh, Raigh, Idunn) who could be fun but I like sticking to one muse per game. Constance I think about off and on but she hits my 'has too many supports' and therefore I'd worry about playing right. I still rotate the Three Hopes supports I read though. Maybe someday

[redcruxsworld]

Keep fighting me.

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A prequel to Love Sick fanfic.

Warning: As the story progresses, you may find parts where verbal abuse and emotional abuse are prominent. So trigger warning to those who have actually experienced it first hand. I wish this to be entertaining, not harmful. I pray for your healing. For now, it will be tame. Also most of these are head canons. So don't take them seriously.

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Spring started as Flug entered the esteemed halls of P.E.A.C.E.'s academy. Looks like his forgery skills really benefited him much more than he expected. He looked around the assembly hall and saw a sea of new freshmen taking pictures, teasing each other, and talking to one another. This place really was like those scenes in the teen movies, but this time, it was in real time. It was like a dream and a nightmare for Flug, however, though. Not only was there thousands of soon to be heros here, he needed to watch what he says and not slip up or else he would be going to jail and he wouldn't be able to get his pilot licence. It would have been an absolute loss for him in this scenario. As he was looking at his notes while walking to the crowded, it was a very fatal mistake. He bumped into someone, knocking him backwards. He looked up and saw a good-looking and muscular man with brown chocolate hair. The man was clearly a jock like his old classmate Metauro. He covered his face as he saw that the man was raising his hand. He waited for the impact, but it never came. "Hey, hey, you didn't really expect me to hit you, now did you? Here, let me help you up.", a slightly deep yet sweet voice told him. He looked up and saw that the guy was trying to help him up by offering a hand, "S-sorry, I really didn't mean that..... are you OK?", he asked as the guy chuckled. He looked at the man who was clearly amused by his reaction, "Am I OK? What about you? I'm pretty sure I should be the one asking that since I am the much bigger person between the two of us.", he said as he wiped his happy tears away. Flug scratched the back of his head 'Shit, he's right.... It looks like pure souls really come here to become beckons of light, huh?', he thought as he looked directly to the guy's hazelnut brown eyes. Then a finger snap brought him back to reality, "Wha-? Huh?", Flug said, startled, "Looks like you spaced out there, buddy. Are you a freshman?", the guy asked.

Flug nodded akwardly, "I see.... no wonder you're lost. Well, you're in luck! I'm actually a senior from the hero program. I'll tour you. Oh, right? I haven't told you my name yet. Nice to meet you, I'm Herbert Leth. You are?", the guy said with a huge smile. Flug gulped and shook the guy's hand,"Kennings Flugslys.... Nice to meet you too, Herbert....", he said as he quickly released Herbert's hand. Herbert then casually put his arms around Flug's shoulders, "Kennings, huh? Nice name! Unlike mine...", he grumbled, "Anyways! Come on, Kenny. I'll give you a tour of the place. I'll also give you some advice about some academy secrets that people here don't really talk about, too.", he said as he winked at Flug. Flug blushed since this has been the first time he was shown this type of attention before, at first meet too. Herbert also seemed to have guessed his nickname. Flug was then dragged by Herbert everywhere. From the assembly hall to the school gym to every classroom. Flug panted, Herbert sure had a lot of stamina. They had been walking nonstop for an hour now! Herbert looked at Flug and chuckled, "Looks like someone need to work on their cardio.", he said while patting Flug's back. Flug also chuckled at his comment, "Big talk for a trained hero who can most likely throw a whole building at someone.", he said as he stood up and they continued to walk to the boy's dormitories.

Herbert then looked to his side and saw someone. He scowled and let out a 'Tsk.' sound. Flug raised an eyebrow and looked at the direction Herbert looked at. There, he saw a tall, long-haired man with forest green eyes. Out of curiosity, Flug asked, "Woah, who is that handsome devil? He looks like Jean De Morter.", Herbert looked at Flug clearly unimpressed by his reaction. "That's because that is Jean De Morter. But I'll tell you this once Kennings, he's a vile, narcissistic, posh bitch. Don't even bother talking to him.", Herbert said his voice laced with annoyance. Flug was a bit unnerved by Herbert's negative reaction to Jean,"I see....", he muttered as he continued to follow Herbert to the inside of the dormitory. Though Herbert wouldn't say it out loud, Flug could feel that Herbert was pissed. He didn't know if it was him asking about Jean or Jean himself but he felt obliged to try and lift Herbert's mood up again, "Y-you know-w I think your q-quite handsome t-too. Well, not like Jean handsome but y-your own kind. Hehehe.....", Flug said, trying to hide his face, clearly embarrassed. Herbert's footsteps stopped, "Hahahah!...... you really think so? Do you really think im handsome too, Kenny?", he said as his face came close to Flug's face. Flug's face reddened like crazy and he nodded, "Y-yeah.... also scientifically, you're also very attractive. Sharp cheek bones, perfectly shape almond eyes, a-and if I took a meat cleaver down your face, it would result in matching halves.", Flug said, explaining Herbert's best facial features. Herbert's frown turned into a smile hearing those words of compliment. He hugged Flug tightly, "I see. Thank you, Kenny..... I never realised how.... attractive I was. Hehehehehhe.....", he said, smiling widely at Kennings. Flug smiled back adorably, "Glad to make you realise that, Herby!....."

The two began there classes over the next few days. Flug was taking his time to study properly and thoroughly for his pilot licence. One day at the canteen, while he was sitting eating, he felt a pat on his back. It was Herbert! "Hey Herbert! How's things going on the hero program?", he asked as Herbert sat down with him clearly exhausted. Herbert placed his head on the table, "Exhausting. They weren't kidding when they said they were gonna push us past our limits.", he said as he showed the red rope lines on his arms. Flug was startled, "What?! What type of training is this?!..... Feels like their torturing you guys...", the smaller male said as he searched his bag for an anti-inflammatory cream. He then rubbed the cream on the red lines on Herbert's skin. Herbert smiled, "Thanks... but it is for the best. So that we can be great heroes. Also, can I ask you a favour, Kenny?", he said as his brown eyes looked at Flug's. Flug titled his head, "Yeah, sure, what is it?", he said concerned for his new friend. With a smirk and a desire, this would be the start of a very messy friendship that will shape both men's future.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 50

PREVIOUS || PT9 CH50 || NEXT

"I'm finishi....."

You finish making the second doll but as Kanata held the soul that's going to take over the doll as it's new body in this new chance of life. You found yourself fainting.

".... 'sigh.'" Kanata is quick to catch you before you hit your head to the floor. " How 'worrisome'...." He mumbles as he made you comfortably rest on his lap.

"Ah... Oh 'no'..." He saw bright light flash as he realize he have dropped the doll just now and have thrown it to the nearest fluff.

Purple light glows as kanata look at the doll that transform into his human form.

".... I can't change anything...." The blue haired doll pouts as he was planning to have different doll to take the new body instead.

He sigh as he snap his hand and the new darling doll slowly open his eyes.

Light turquoise colored eyes stared at him yet there's no sense of understanding or anything in his eyes.

"don't make too much noise." He instructed as he brush your hair softly. He have a gentle smile on his face. The other nodded, through yet to understand things around him.

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"that's weird..." The old tojou commented as he stared at the new addition to the family. Who's seems non verbal or can communicate that well like certain someone.

"he doesn't remember anything..." Kanata commented as he look at the second darling doll who's seating upright and proper yet his eyes seems empty and lifeless.

"Oh well. That's usually normal when souls pass on." He bloop the new doll nose, through he still don't get any reaction.

"All promise that's made before doesn't apply now isn't it?" He stared at the head of the household knowing too well what's his saying. Ao was taken back by Kanata words.

"This is a new life and new chance of Mayoi ayase-san.... What comes before when his a poor soul doesn't apply in the Living world." Because those things would be wash by the river of Lethe. To not carry such burden in a new life.

"then how come you remember?" Clearly shouldn't that apply to this fellow as well?

"That's a 'secret'~" Kanata clap his hand in Glee before he look at you who's sleeping on his lap again.

Fixing the hair strands that out of place and covering your face. Humming as he realize both of you and that other ritsu is sleeping peacefully.

Your sleeping so peacefully. He cannot bare to wake you up. Maybe he can use those time to look at the tales of souls.

Ao cannot help but worried about something yet Kanata doesn't seems that harmful nor have shown any aggression. His just so eccentric to begin with.

He remembers that his daughter seems to not like Kanata being around, maybe cause the other always throw her to the pond or attack her with fish when she want to propose again.

Ao wonders if his worrying too much about something that's normal.

...

"your one of a kind beauty~" you compliment Mayoi who hide his face behind the door. He is too ashame to look at you in the eye or be in the same room with someone like you.

Or the fact that Kanata is already with you at the moment and giving him a bombastic side eyes. Criminal offensive side eyes each minute your attention seems to focus on Mayoi instead. Before Pouting sadly cause being dejected for less attention when your not looking only at him.

"!!!!!!!" Mayoi hides away in fear of the other doll. "Ehh? You don't want to be called beauty?" You were confuse but look at Kanata who return to his usual soft smile.

"Your beautiful kanata~" you try to see if his going to react the same cause if so, your the problem.

"Your also beautiful my dollmaker ~!" The first doll beam back the compliment with sunshine smile.

"... Your acting weird." You Notice that he seems off today. "What's wrong?" You reach to pat his head but he held your hand against his cheek instead. Staring at you in the eyes.

"Living in this form, I am prone to fetal worldly emotions and sins. " He began and you give him a raise of brow. That's one fancy words his saying.

"so?"

"I'm 'jealous' of the attention your giving him (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ" he finally confess as he hugs you in tears. "Ah?" You where shocked but realize you don't know how calm him down.

"Shh.... Please don't cry...." You pat his back and wipe his tears away and trying to console him now not noticing Kuma who's watching this unfold with a bombastic side eyes.

He is certain that there's no way first batch of DD can cry cause they aren't human yet unless your very "sane" adoration and love for each dolls went to the roof again. Yet as he question that the weather outside is as sad as Kanata.

Raining yet no thunder just pouring how much Kanata cries and asking if it's bad if he can't get to use having more DD that will get you attention or the fact his sorry for being weak to 'human/ earthly' emotions.

"Kanata-san...please don't cry...!" Mayoi who cannot help but sadden by Kanata tears went out of his hiding he cannot bare to bat an eye at his fellow dolls situation. Kanata pouts still crying.

"Y-you... Ah... I'm not supposed to be... Greedy....ahhhh.... Sooobbb.... It's unfair.... I don't.... It's... Not my place..... Soob b......" He can only cry. He shouldn't be jealous or envied others. He have no position to do so especially that for him to be here the original have to perish.

The more he stay in such form of his. The more he is going to be fetal to those emotion. It's so weak of him yet. He cannot do anything, he dont wish to leave. Even if he can. He refuse.

His tears pours out even more and the storm outside start to cause of flood.

"Shhh.... Nothing wrong with being jelly." You try to comfort him. "Y-yup. So please...! Don't cry!" Mayoi added. He felt his going to cry too but he can't cry he can only worry himself up!

The two of you tries to console Kanata as Ao was screaming outside cause his laundry was just about to be dry but the rain come so sudden now it's all wet again!

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

Are people who think Shinon is racist but still like him safe from your wrath? :0 I do not wish to be smitten by the wrath of JD!

Of course! The difference is that the plain ol' haters are the ones who see nothing but "he's racist". They don't consider all the other aspect of him and don't care to. He IS racist, and primarily at the beginning of PoR. My issue is when people refuse to acknowledge he gets better about it even if he's never perfect about it.

There are people who won't even acknowledge his development and act like he's nothing but a racist jerk with zero actual character or consider why he acts like an asshole. I see comments like "he's just a racist asshole" and that's extremely misleading for anyone getting into these games not already knowing who he is. It paints a certain expectation over him that people are more likely to feed into because it's the first thing they heard, which is also super unfortunate that people don't think for themselves, but sadly as we know, media literacy is dead... and with Shinon, it always has been.

I've known people who don't like him but are able to recognize that "he's racist" is not the only trait he has. Soren is racist too, but imagine if I went around saying it's the only trait he has aside from being an asshole? Because frankly, yes, Soren is a racist asshole. I love him and he's one of my favorites in Tellius, but Soren is inarguably worse about it than Shinon is because he only tries to be more polite toward laguz for someone else (i.e. Ike, not even a laguz) rather than getting better through his own relationships with laguz or just in general growing as a person.

And look how beloved he is by the fandom. The same fandom that will smite Shinon for the same issue. And you know why? Because he doesn't like Ike. Because he's not queer coded enough. Because he's not the "gay twink" in love with another male. Soren only gets past it and people overlook it because he's mlm representation, whereas Shinon's mlm representation needs a magnifier (and even then he's not a standard macho straight man in any regard).

Soren gets away with it and gets away with actually having almost attacked Mordecai (not even Lethe, and even I was pissed off by Lethe in that scene lol but no way in hell could ever condone attacking Mordecai). Shinon doesn't... ever actually raise a weapon to his allies. Him and Janaff quite mutually threaten to whack each other and then both stand down.

Shinon and Janaff are extremely similar, including that Janaff was and still kind of is racist at that time in PoR, but since he's a laguz and racist toward the big bad humans, he gets away with it (same reason Reyson, Tibarn and Ulki never get called out for it in the fandom! And because they're uwu cool characters "who got better". Yeah, you know what I'm about to say to that).

My problem is when people just look at him and reduce him to a horrible trait and refuse to acknowledge he's... really not that bad, because a really bad person would not want to get better. They would not want to acknowledge they're wrong in any capacity. Shinon struggles, but he improves. His racism is based on ignorance (and from not meeting a laguz properly prior and not having laguz allies), and once that ignorance is proven wrong, he starts to get better (and that's why I clamor on and on about how important his supports with Janaff are).

Most people who leave hateful comments abt him (especially in tags about him) are the ones who base his entire character on racism alone and nothing else. If you did that to the gay twink Soren, the fandom would beat you down for it and probably call you homophobic to boot!

Also, a bit of a side tangent, but...

I also hate the Bitch Ass Stupid meme of Claude and Shinon, with the whole CEO of ending racism and CEO of racism, because actually no, I think they'd have very interesting interactions. I think Claude would want to understand where this perception comes from and work to improve it, because Shinon is very loving and very much a protector parent type (between both Rolf and the GMs as a whole).

To see someone like that have so much hate for a race he doesn't even know or understand would probably be confusing to Claude and even be personal to him. I think he'd want to understand the problem and try to help improve it both for the laguz and for Shinon. I do not at all think he'd hate Shinon if he actually knew Shinon. I think he'd see an ally in him who could be even more amazing if he could get past those bad habits and that ignorance.

Claude's whole character arc is to try to get good people to understand other races, not to hate those people and turn them away (or he would've left Fodlan a long time ago when he realized how fucking racist Leicester as a whole was, regardless of "whose fault" it is, which is another discussion in itself). I think the two of them would have a lot to talk about and a lot of introspection together.

So yeah, tl;dr, if you recognize Shinon is written as a person with flaws and not just one bad trait while willfully ignoring every single blatant positive aspect of him, you're fine lol. It's the people who purposely wall themselves off from seeing anything else about his character and hating him not for who he is, but because of one single trait that plenty of other characters either exhibit at some point in the story (Naesala is a big one, but he's another fandom beloved so he gets away with it, and he's not a big bad human), with one of them being Soren himself.

And yes, I recognize Soren has trauma. That's another discussion for another post, but fact is, even despite knowing good people and knowing Ike's perception, he does not in fact ever get that much better. Shinon gets past him in that regard if you've seen all his content, which I've written about in depth. Soren uses the term "laguz" for Ike's sake, because need I remind you, he refers to them as "sub-humans" before Ike actually knows about them. He does not bother correcting Shinon in the forest in chapter six because he does not want to - because he agrees with it (he refers to them as laguz one time in that conv iirc as the "it's the more neutral/proper term", but not as the "this is my preference" term). He only begins to correct himself when Ike gets pissed off at him. That's not growth - that's a selfish and personal reason to do it and one he felt forced to have to do to keep Ike happy and not angry at him.

And would you look at that, Soren has an entire character outside of that.

Well I'll be.

GUESS SHINON MUST TOO.

tl;dr you're safe bby.

I'm not even read more-ing this. For reasons you all already know.

[sorrygotthesesacks]

Response to fic request (Malleus, Idia)

For @moody-b1tch, the only person who responded to my "give me two characters and I'll write a few lines of dialogue" invitation.

Which is probably a good thing, because this is ... I don't even know what this is.

Characters: Malleus, Idia, with extra bonus prompt: water

Which is included...metaphorically, I guess.

As usual, this kinda got away from me. Don't think it's good enough to post on AO3 - it's hardly good enough to post here on Tumblr - but it's 1221 words and I do love when the word count is a fun number like that.

Also: TIL that Tumblr has a limit of 30 tags per post. How did I learn this? No reason in particular.

Also also: It used to be 1221 words and then I panicked and rewrote some of it.

“Sometimes it’s better to forget. Pretend it never happened.”

“Is that how you truly feel, Shroud?”

“Gah! You look like you’re ready to incinerate me! Not that I think you’re gonna go all OP again. … Uh, you’re not, right?”

“It would be foolish to repeat such folly. Surely you, of all people, can agree.”

“Of course I agree! I’m just like. Not used to this heart-to-heart protag chat. I’m not some shounen manga hero with an 'I'm-all-fired-up!' speech, and even if I was, it’d be pretty cringe coming from me. Your guards are good at that sorta thing. Especially the big guy. He seriously likes to talk! Or Silver. He’s got that intense princely vibe.”

“Silver and Sebek have had much to say, but it is your thoughts that I am most interested in hearing.”

“Because I’m one of the SSR level problem children? You could talk to anyone else about this! Leona, he was big mad. Your guards were there; they can vouch. Or Riddle! That hothead was the first. He probably has some S tier thoughts on his experience.”

“SSR…? Shroud, I am interested in your thoughts. You hold the power to enter the underworld. To speak with those who have crossed to the other side.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I can open the gate, but that was a one-time thing, going down there. You saw how that turned out.”

“I did not. I was at Night Raven College, if you recall.”

“Of course you were here. After you went all berserker mode, I don’t think Charon would’ve been enough to get you to the Island of Woe.”

“You could have simply invited me.”

“Invite the great and powerful Malleus to play a sim game? Are you for real?”

“I am quite real.”

“That’s not - yeah, okay. Anyway, it’s more like a curse, the gate opening thing, and not Pumpkin Knight level cool.”

“Is it not? Shoenheit, Rosehearts, and Kingscholar all mentioned that the closer one travels to Tartarus, the colder it gets.”

“I meant it wasn’t exactly fire. Not like … dragon fire, fire. I mean, it’s not…”

“Shroud. I am merely teasing. Is that not what friends do? Lilia and the Child of Man assure me that it is.”

“Friends?”

“We have spent time together. We have shared experiences. Are you telling me that is not common with friends?”

“You sound like Ortho.”

“Your sibling is wise indeed. I understand that it was he who prevented you from using your River Lethe. Come now, Shroud, surely you can agree that at least some of those memories were to be cherished.”

(Eep! Is he serious? Even if I had an IRL trap card to flip this, could I even use one against someone as OP as him?)

“Shroud, are you unwell?”

“I’m f-fine! HP is at max. Wait, what are you doing?”

“Calling Lilia so that he may assist me in translating.”

(Gah, is he really using a synchro summon?) “You don’t need to do that!”

“It appears I cannot. My phone screen is blank. Lilia will be rather cross.”

“Your phone’s broken?”

“It happens frequently. Lilia has told me many times to be careful. My lightning has broken several phones just this semester alone.”

“I, uh, can fix it.”

“You would do that?”

“Hee hee. It just needs to withstand high electrical input. EZ PZ.”

“Lemon squeezy.”

(Did he seriously just say ‘lemon squeezy?’)

“Shroud?”

“EEP! I mean, I was just surprised to hear you say that.”

“Is that not how it goes?”

“No! You got it right! It’s just weird hearing it from the Malleus Draconia.”

“Why is that?”

“It just is! Let me see your phone. I mean, if you trust me with it.”

“Here. You cannot possibly damage it more than I have.”

“How old is this phone? I haven’t seen one of these since pre-5G.”

“Can you repair it?”

“Of course I can fix it, but it needs a serious upgrade.”

“What would you like in exchange?”

“Huh? You don’t have to give me anything!”

“Of course. Because we we are friends.”

“No, we're not!"

“Is there something about myself that causes you hesitation?”

“It’s not that. It’s not you, it’s me.”

“I, too, would like everyone to forget what happened. What I did. The lengths to which I went in order to selfishly hold on to something - to someone - who is dear to me.”

“Where is all this heart-to-heart coming from?”

“If we are to be friends, we should be honest with one another. I have learned that by watching Lilia with Diamond and Al-Asim, and by listening to Silver and Sebek. It is not an easy thing, but I must start somewhere.”

“Why are you starting with me?”

“Because we have a shared experience. This ‘SRR problem child’ status.”

“SSR.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Ah, the uh, it’s SSR, not SRR. It stands for Super Super Rare.”

“That makes what we share uncommon.”

“Yeah, you, me, and five other people. Uh, here’s your phone.”

“You are done with it already?”

“I couldn’t upgrade it more with what I have here, but the screen is fixed, and it has lightning fast internet speed. No pun intended!”

“You do get so easily flustered around me. You are an interesting man, Shroud. Oh, I see Lilia has been trying to reach me. We must do this again.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Until we meet again.”

“Yeah, kthxbai.”

“Idia? Was that Malleus Draconia who just disappeared into thin air?”

“Hey, Ortho. Yeah.”

“You have made another new friend!”

“We’re not friends! My HP is critically low after that.”

“Your heart rate is accelerated, but the rest of your vital signs are within normal ranges. And I clearly heard Malleus Draconia state that you are friends!”

“I know you mean well, Ortho, but-”

“I think he needs a friend, too.”

“Malleus Draconia? Needing a friend?”

“We have spent time together. We have shared experiences. This ‘SRR problem child’ status.”

“Idia?”

“Yeah, Ortho?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I was just thinking about the new volume of the Mew Mew Chronicles manga!”

“Yes, I remember. It arrived in the mail just this morning.”

“So of course I’m excited. It’s the only good thing that’s happened since all of this started. I’m, uh, going to the store to pick up some snacks, if you want to go with me.”

(Your heart rate and eye movement tell me otherwise, Big Brother, but I am happy to see you happy.) “Of course! I’m interested in seeing the ingredients in this new mystery flavored fruit twist that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade were arguing over.”

“It can’t be worse than last year’s pineapple-lemon-licorice mystery flavor.”

Ortho remembered that. It had been very popular the first two weeks, with numerous reactions posted to Magicam. After that, the only person purchasing it had been Lilia Vanrouge. His eyes lit up.

“You should buy some for Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge! And Silver and Sebek Zigvolt, too! And Cater Diamond, and Rook Hunt, and…”

By the time they were done, they’d purchased a mystery flavored candy twist for all of the third year students, all of the housewardens, plus Silver and Sebek Zigvolt, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade, the Ramshackle prefect, and Grim (especially Grim).

Ortho’s analysis of the candy indicated the primary flavors were seaweed and cinnamon, and he could hardly wait to see everyone’s reactions.

Everyone's, but especially Idia’s newest friend, Malleus Draconia.

[zoebelladona]

hello hello !! this is me inviting you talk about your titan army ocs (if you want to ofc) !!!!

i always want to talk abouy my titan army ocs. i love them so much i plucked them out of pjo and now i'm writing an entire original work with them as the main characters. but that's a conversation for my main blog @encrucijada

the ocs are part of an ongoing au/rp between me, @on-the-river-lethe and a friend of ours who's not on tumblr. we each created an oc to play as and things unravelled from there. this is going under a read more because boy there's a lot

piedad narváez (my oc). daughter of urania, muse of astronomy. they/she. claimed soon after arriving to camp, has an okay relationship with her mum but only because she's an only daughter lol powers are orpheus-like in that whenever she plays music they can entrance people, can also navigate using the stars. then while doing research i realised urania had a prophetic aspect and now piedad sometimes receives premonitions when looking at the stars. weapon of choice are knives and has a violin as a support item for the music stuff, the bow of which turns into a stiletto knife.

hudson moretti (fluffy's oc). son of hypnos, god of sleep. he/him. big guy but a huge softy, a sleepy jock if that's a thing. less than having a bad relationship with hypnos he just doesn't have a relationship with him at all lmao because hypnos is bad at checking in on his kids. has the standard kid of hypnos powers like inducing sleep and also dreamwalking and dream discarding. uses a sword as weapon. him and piedad obviously stayed at the hermes cabin and they were sort of the de-facto counsellors of the claimed kids with no cabin. everyone uses him as a pillow because he makes sleeping safe and cosy.

ericka mulligan (oc of our other friend). daughter of demeter, goddess of harvest. she/her. starts out as the counsellor of cabin 4 until deserting before som. demeter favoured her for being the counsellor but everyone in cabin 4 knows mum will never love you as much as she loves persephone. the "manager" of the team, in a way, she has a schedule and a list for everything. standard demeter kid powers like plant growing, etc. i actually have no idea what her weapon is?? gotta look it up. one-sided crush on luke rip. would have put her hands on the fire for him.

adam rubio (another oc of mine). son of apollo, god of music. he/him. i specify god of music because adam got the music aspect of his dad's attributes, if he sings or plays an instrument he can do all sorts of things ranging from inducing sleep to inducing pain. has no opinion of apollo one way or another. not actually part of the titan army! he stays behind and it's a huge conflict with the others. main weapon is the recurve bow but knows how to use a sword for survival reasons.

allegra anders (npc). daughter of tyche, goddess of fortune. she/her. she and her twin sister rachel were staples in cabin 11, until rachel joined the titan army and left allegra behind. haven't really explored her character in depth but i know she has a special coin she fidgets with a lot.

robin holloway (npc). daughter of hebe, goddess of youth. she/her. another staple of cabin 11, doesn't join the titan army just like allegra. hudson's ex-girlfriend lmao probably the nicest girl you will ever meet. we wanted conflict and also to populate camp with more "older" demigods, that's why these two girls are here.

and we also did stuff like ageing up malcolm pace to be luke's age and now he is the counsellor of cabin 6 because annabeth was literally 12 in tlt. she's co-counsellor due to being a lot more proactive than malcolm. and we also aged up alabaster torrington to be one or two years younger than luke, just because i doubt a bunch of demigods in their 20s would have been like "yeah let that 15yo participate in meetings". we always saw the titan army as more a congregation of young adults than teenagers, basically the demigods who've been here too long and are tired. not featured here are some "name only" background characters like counsellors for other cabins, because we stuck to what annabeth says in tlt about all counsellors except her being of college age. in our take of pjo these counsellors would leave for the army and leave their teenage siblings at the head of the cabins, which would be the counsellors we see throughout pjo

okay with the stage set now let me Actually talk about these guys

@on-the-river-lethe (aka fluffy) and i have done most of the work here. our other friend isn't as insane about pjo lmao. on top of the changes to some ages and whatnot we also did a crucial change regarding luke's quest mates not dying in the garden of the hesperides, instead he is accompanied by piedad and hudson who are both brutally injured by ladon. luke gives up the chance to take the golden apple while ladon is distracted more or less killing his friends to help them. piedad does lowkey die and while passed out receives a premonition of luke with golden eyes. we have an overview of how the quest goes and to add insult to injury hermes sent luke on a fetch quest just to keep him from getting antsy, it wasn't for anything heroic.

things go back to business as usual with all three of them baring the scars of the failed quest, it hits luke the worst. when kronos starts stirring things up in his brain ericka, hudson and piedad don't follow because of kronos but because they believe in luke. luke is their friend, luke is the best of them, luke is the poster-child hero, if anyone can bring change it's luke. ericka and hudson abandon camp before the events of som, piedad sticks around. the premonition is worrying and they're not sure what to do about it. but life at camp without her friends becomes unbearable. she's just another cabin-less demigod in cabin 11, she's a low risk cabin-less demigod in cabin 11. before the events of ttc she makes the switch fully.

because we discovery write a lot of the details i can't say exactly what happens while they are all in the titan army proper. i know piedad doesn't desert camp until the battle in camp at the end of botl, they'd gone back in the summer to be a spy. we know that when luke suggests bailing on everything once he realises kronos used him hudson in particular gets on his case about it (slams luke against a wall) and yells at him about how they risked everything for him, he can't run now, they won't leave every demigod that believes in them to die. we know they go with luke to see may castellan and she grabs piedad by the shoulders and yells about luke's fate to her face. piedad had kept the premonition to themself this whole time and luke, obviously fed up about his fate being kept from him, snaps.

i have written a couple of one-shots for this. i have one about piedad having a conversation with kronos where she bluffs about him getting to the throne room in olympus and luke dying (she was right) and probably has some of my favourite quotes. one of the immediate aftermath of the garden of the hesperides where apollo warns her against telling luke. this monstrosity about adam, the son of apollo mentioned above, who took over my brain and is set after the events of tlo.

(we call the group of luke, ericka, hudson and piedad the "generals" btw.)

the aftermath of everything is a little clearer than the actual events within pjo. ericka, hudson and piedad move to chicago where hudson is from. they stay with hudson's mum for a while before getting their own place. they are pretty much war criminals now, son of magic style, and the olympian council wants them out of the picture. they may not be children of the big 3 dangerous but they did grow in power while being generals of the army. they did not stay to receive any possible pardons or sentence, following the battle of manhattan they simply fled. apollo offers piedad a position as a sibyl, due to her prophetic abilities, it's not a pardon of any kind but it is a bit of protection as harming an oracle is strictly forbidden. they never set foot in camp again.

i like to picture them as a possible pit-stop during tlh. jason, piper and leo would be running from a monster and see this neon sign advertising a sibyl of all things and offering card readings. they go inside and what they find are former titan army soldiers. a guy drinking a large cup of coffee. lots of plants everywhere. and the sibyl is a short scarred enby.

not everything is set in stone and we have much to explore still, like morpheus (hudson's brother) siding with kronos. ericka probably never spoke to demeter ever again, or more like demeter never spoke to her again after she disappointed her so. and just because this is our au and we can do whatever, the generals meet nico and form a bit of a relationship with him. not that we need an excuse apart from "fluffy and i really like nico and we want our ocs to interact with him", but it does fit nico's tendency to just be in on everyone's business. and i think it would be hilarious if he knew about the generals, was friends with them, stayed at their place sometimes, and just never mentioned it at chb.

uh. what else. um... piedad/adam is a thing because i wanted my daughter of a muse oc to have a thing going with a son of apollo. we made malcolm/hudson a thing and it's amazing. i could talk for hours about adam, but right now i'll say he becomes head counsellor of cabin 7 after lee fletcher dies in botl (lee in our version would have been a veteran camper, older than luke).

man this ran long oops. sorry for mostly talking about my oc, it's because they're my oc. i talk even more over on my main blog, about the pjo versions but also the original versions (the worldbuilding is based on dreams).

so, yeah!

thank you for asking <3 sorry you released the flood

[butwhatifidothis]

Have you ever considered, once you finish sporking that fic, washing the taste out of your mouth by taking a look at fics in the fandom you like/think deserve more attention?

Even one of my favourite sites, Cake Wrecks, does a feature on Sundays were it's cakes they think are really nicely-decorated so it's not all downers.

😭 i think i need to clear up something lmao

I already read fics that I enjoy - reread old ones, look out for new ones, write a good few myself (here's two of them lol). I read my trashy little otome isekai villainess manhuas that I love to death. I play the shit out of Hades. I play DnD with irl buds every Wednesday. I'm watching - and rewatching - episodes of the new Bleach anime, and am eagerly awaiting for June to come around to give more. I play Smash Ultimate with my big sis and lil bro. I replay VW every now and then. I play BBS and hope to finally pull the last couple Valentine's/Academy Momo's I need to have fully completed all the Momo's in the game (so far).

I already do plenty of things that I thoroughly enjoy doing - I talk about the fic a lot here, but y'all don't have to worry; I do, in fact, do things I enjoy doing lmao.

But! I do want to give some attention to fics I really enjoy! I've already talked about most of them before, but it never hurts to do it again lol. Most of them are dmcl so if that's not up your alley, well, rip, but if it is then yeah!

Princes of Silver and Gold is sooo good - and very meaty! It deals with Dimitri and Claude getting bopped back to the prologue after the events of Saving Derdriu, after a mysterious spell seems to ambush them during a moment of peace. It's has a lot per chapter to take in - 4 chapters, +129,000 words, a very dense read - but imo it never feels like too much. I've reread this a good few times actually! There's a lot of 3H's lore that's played around with and given more oomph to it that really makes the fic feel alive, which is always nice.

Be Not Proud: an absolute downer for sure, can't ever get through it without snivellin' and snottin', but it's a really touching look into Nader and Claude's relationship. It revolves around Claude's last moments on a CF run where he isn't spared - very sad oneshot, but very memorable imo.

Everyone Leaves Eventually: an interesting oneshot about the Black Eagles leaving Edelgard's side one by one as she gets more and more aggressive with her war, from Hubert's POV. Granted, Hubert is more than a smidge OOC for it to work - he's given a good bit more morality than he's shown to ever have canonically - but as a concept it's interesting, and it's a neat read all around. If you're willing to accept that this Hubert is less like canon!Hubert than he ought to be, I'd definitely recommend it!

Survivor's Burden: another one that's kind of a downer, but with a much happier ending than Be Not Proud. Revolving around the idea of Claude and Dimitri surviving SS Gronder, with Claude doing his best to keep him and Dimitri alive in the woods. It's a bit long for a oneshot - a bit over 30,000 words for one sitting - but! It's definitely worth it imo. Plus! It was part of the dmcl Big Bang that happened a couple years ago, so this one also has great art to go along with it at certain points!

to this vow, i hold fast: yet again this is being recommended by me lmao because it is beyond amazing. It's a slow-burn dmcl political-marriage AU of post-war Fodlan, and it's just a joy to read through. The one thing I'll say about this one, as much as I love it to bits, is that, hm... you can tell the author also ships Dimi///leth. Understandable what I mean by that once you read it, and it can be quite a bit annoying to see it imo, but also imo it doesn't take enough away from the quality for me to ever do anything but recommend it lol. This multi-chapter fic is actually almost complete, from what I understand! So there's that too.

seeking humanity: a dmcl AU where Claude is a traveler and Dimitri is (seemingly, anyway) the god of death, and they make a pact: Claude either gets Dimitri to like humans in half a year's time, or he gives up his soul to Dimitri. I am a huge fan of how the characters are, well, characterized in this fic; everyone is just a joy to read through! Even characters I don't care that much for (especially with how they tend to be written in fics), like Leonie and Lorenz, are just great. And the mysteries this fic has in it are also really fun to think about, with all the crumbs the story lays down to try and follow.

please give them a shot!! If they're up your alley anyway lol

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💧for the ask game

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Hope this "oh no he's hot!" Counts XD

It was Pat's turn to the register, 5 minutes before the end of his shift, and 35 minutes before he had to be in for his office hours when he spotted him.

They came in as a possible couple, but there was an air of awkwardness that Patrocolus had seen on several first or blind dates, like moments of forced eye contact only for the guy to pull away and look elsewhere, and subtle moments where one partner tried to display affection only for the other to pull away in an uncomfortable shuffle.

He didn't think this would be the kind of thing that would make it to the second date, despite the young woman trying way too hard.

"Anyway, Daddy is dying to have you come to our beach house in a month, I'm sure your mom will like that," the young woman said as they reached the menu.

"I have work, so no I won't be able to make it," the young man said, as Patrocolus picked up the pen for putting names on their cups when he nearly dropped it in surprise.

That was Achilles Peleides from High School!

It had been a long time, but both fell out of touch after Achilles went to college on the other side of the country.

"Surely your boss will let you go for a month's long vacation?" His date pleaded.

"My boss, possibly if I want to hunt for another job afterwards, and I have a student who could really use my help, so I'll have to decline," Achilles insisted. Then he turned to Patrocolus and both had a moment of mutual recognition.

Only Achilles seemed better at thinking on his feet as he gave out his order instead of loudly asking Patrocolus to identify himself like he would have in high school.

"Uh, I'll have an iced Americano and the lady will have a…" Achilles began, leaving space for his date to insert her order.

"A Lethe Fog Frappuccino with extra whip."

"Excellent choice," Patrocolus said, entering in the order mostly by muscle memory, putting Achilles' name on both cups and accepting Achilles' card for the order, unaware that while his date was eyeing Achilles up and down, Achilles' eyes didn't leave Pat's face. "We'll have your order right up."

And there were only four minutes left of Pat's shift.

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SACRIFICE

— ENHA —

“beg you to kill me”

Enhypen, a group of angels, working for God. How wonderful, right?

While everyone was doing their duties, one snuck off and made a deal with the devil. One, that wanted Sunoo dead, Jay.

Jay had always disguised himself as an angel, trying to figure out Sunoo's routine. Although he did do that, he made it to obvious about his plans.

Niki was watching Jay all along and anything that Jay tried to do to kill the other, He made sure to get rid of it.

This happened every day until the red moon rose.

On the day of the red moon, the two sides must come together to look at the next ruler and leader of the Angels.

The night that the red room rose, Sunoo was one of the next leaders while Jay was the other.

They both walked towards the stairs, Looking up and seeing Niki.

“Under the red moon, you should repeat after me.”

Sunoo and Jay stood Infront of Niki, and bowed Infront of him. Niki smiled and sunoo and when he looked at jay, he took off the angels uniform, revealing the dark uniform made by the devil himself, Heeseung.

Niki wasn't impressed and everyone within the building of Sacrifice, was shocked. Jay sighed and spoke for once.

“If I'm going to be healed and sacrificed, I want Sunoo's heart.”

Sunoo looked at Jay and slowly moved back. Jay inched towards the other with a pocket knife in his hand and Niki, moved Infront of Sunoo.

“As Sunoo's guardian angel, I won't let this happen. if you want sunoo you'll have to fight me first.”

Jay didn't want to kill the other, but to be able to feel better about what he's doing, he scoffed and punched Ni-ki in the stomach. Sunoo held onto the other and shook his head.

“ Don't do this Niki ” he whispered, but Niki wouldn't listen and before you knew it, those two had a fight.

And starting from then, the war between Angels and Devils began.

Sunoo looked around frantically and tried to protect Niki instead, but Niki only pushed him away and told him to hide.

Sunoo just listened and ran to where his feet took him.

On the other hand, Jake followed Sunoo, since he was on Jays side.

Focusing on Sunoo and Jake, Sunoo stopped at the river of Lethe.

Sunoo turned around, looking at Jake.

“Please don't do this. Jake, I haven't done anything.”

Jake interrupted him.

“You took my life away from me. I was supposed to be the next leader but because I got caught in trying to kill you, I was sent down here. Now in return I want your heart and I want you dead and gone.”

And with that, Jake and Sunoo started fighting. In the result of the fight, Sunoos wing for ripped off and because of that, he felt weaker and in lots of pain. While sunoo was distracted, Jake knocked the other out and when he was fully out, he ripped Sunoo open. Jake took Sunoos heart, which was fading from red to black, and he held the heart, throwing the body in the river of Lethe, heading back to the altar, where you place the heart, to be the next leader.

On Sunoos side, his soul was still with him but because his body was thrown into the River of Lethe, his soul followed. As he was going through the river, he went through it and lost his memories, falling, and falling, with his body back to normal, but he was..human?

When he landed on Earth, he was knocked out cold and a lady walking through the forest, found him.

She felt bad for the other and decided to take him to the orphanage she worked at.

“i dedacated my life to you and you erased me "

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"Creative" Miniseries

Warnings and Information: Because one of these get suggestive, we're gonna say Minors DNI.

I went down a list of creative hobbies at random, so some of these may not necessarily "fit" Cody and Gregor (in the interest of time since I'm posting away from home, I cut Waxer and Boil from the original list). This is more a creative writing exercise than a serious list of headcanons.

Word count: 420

Commander Cody

His cyare is a tattoo artist, and a kriffing good one at that. He's seen you do scar camouflage, cover-ups, in-memoriam pieces, and he's seen perhaps hundreds of your tattoos on the skin of his brothers that have been directed to your parlor. There's a piece of you with him if he knows where to look. As Marshal Commander, he doesn't see you often, but he still sees the evidence of you. You're everywhere. You've inked every thing: flowers, names, animals, insects, star maps and planets and even some nose art for the Republic gunships has been commissioned from you. "No-no, you misunderstand their advertising; soldiers of the GAR and GAR property have discounted rates. Nothing they make looks cheap, it's the prices that are cheap. But their work is beautiful and worth every credit." Cody assures a young soldier who's heard through word of mouth that you offer cheap tattoos to Clones. The brother looks at him with a curious expression, deciding quickly that if he's going to ask his question, he better do it while he's either brave enough, or foolish enough. "Do you have a tattoo from them, Sir?" Cody smiles, head bobbing once. "Can I see?" Cody shakes his head this time at the courageous question, still smiling as he explains. "Afraid I can't do that. It's under my armor." Your permanent addition to his body is explained and described in detail, however. A simplistic rendition of a sun, and in orange Aurebesh, one single word. The thing he strives most for in the name of the Republic. "Grek-leth-osk-resh-yirt."

Gregor

His cyare took up scrapbooking some time before Sarrish. Well, he thinks so, anyways… Memories from that time before he took a job as a dishwasher on the planet Abafar can be incredibly patchy when he doesn't actively try to recall what happened. But whether or not it's the first time or the fifth he's seen some of his loved one's scrapbooking pages, Gregor adores the attention to detail, and the care you put into curating these pages. Stamps, stickers, and decorative tape make up the pages you dedicate to things you want to remember. But there's a much more raunchy project you've been working on on the side. You haven't shown him yet, but you've promised him that as the pages progress, he should find himself plenty hot and bothered. "Can't be working too hard all the time, Captain~" you tell him with a salacious smile when you finally gift it to him.

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[wincked]

Akephalos clasped Leth’s waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “You’re so beautiful. I just want to chew on you until you’re nothing but bone.” Peppering Leth's hair and the side of his face with as many kisses as possible. “I could take you out for dinner or buy you some flowers. But I have worse ideas.”

Not for the first time, his partner's unexpected hello drew him out of the task at hand; a spread of addresses and names sprawled over the counter, from handwritten accounts to more recent photocopied records. The worried crease of his brow dissipated at hearing Ake's smooth voice. Few others managed to sneak up on him in the same way. Perhaps the man's graceful, feline-esque movements subconsciously put him at ease. A tiny snicker left Lethros at the thought. "What a coincidence, the same urge strikes me each time I see you." He leaned into Akephalos, releasing a pen to hold one of the other man's arms where it was coiled about his hip. "You do know I've work to finish? I'm not sure I could eke out the time for such things..." Leth's long, satisfied sigh at all this loving attention belied his excuse. He often needed someone's else's permission to take pause from his work. Something he had never said aloud, but which Akephalos inherently understood. "I suppose one awful idea won't kill me." He grinned terribly and added; "Or will I be needing spare attire after sating your appetites tonight, dearest?"