#Zedris we love you!

[toryhis]

I want to wish happy birthday to baby Zel!

We love you and want you to be happy! 😤

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🌵Please enjoy and happy birthday again! 😉...🌵

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A little more embarrassing Zel!

P.S.: I'm on the left...😅

[the-face-in-the-mirror]

I cannot express how LOUD I squealed the moment I scrolled down and saw Zeldris' rewrite after months of being away from Tumblr and I legit cannot praise you enough for the absolutely delicious serving. You did that man justice in the best ways possible!

And of course, I LOVED what you did with Margaret and Veronica along with Gilthunder, Guila, and Jericho! They're absolutely stunning and love the more roles they play in here.

And Helbrim- (I cannot for the life of me remember how the hell to spell this guy's name, he always eludes me. So I just spell it however it sounds like to me) -and his added lore actually brings home the angst! And adds more world building. I love it!

Zedris and Guila have to be my favorite rewrites, I love their designs that I just stared at them for a good solid 30 minutes just taking it all in!

Now then, for me questions in this rather jumbled up and messy ask; Is the Boar Hat changed at all? What kind of role does Hawk and his mom have in this rewrite, is it roughly the same? Or are they taken out completely?

Apologies for the rather jumbled writing, I don't have time to edit it all neatly so sorry if something doesn't quite make sense.

OMG, it's so good to hear from you again! :DDDDD I'm so glad you like the redesigns I've done since you've last been on here. I do pride myself on Zeldris' and Guila's redesigns if I do say so myself... I have a knack for creating people, what can I say? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As for your questions: yes! Hawk and his mama will still be in the rewrite, because they are simply perfect. I love them with everything I have. Although, Hawk might be a girl this time just because it feels right for some reason. Either way, we all know Hawk transcends gender.

I think they'll roughly have the same rolls as they do in canon, with slightly adjusted designs just to account for art style. Hawk's abilities may be changed a bit as well because they always just seemed kind of random and out-of-nowhere when they showed up in season 2. I also think that Mama, this giant pig that just wanders and chills, being the original prison of Chaos and essentially one of the most powerful beings in all of Britannia, is absolutely hilarious, so of course I'm keeping that. And, because I loved seeing the little bits of her own personality in canon, I hope to convey her as more of a character rather than just the vehicle that takes us from place to place. (Love you, Hawk Mama, they could never make me hate you)

And the Boar Hat will have minimal changes; the layout was always a little bit unclear to me so I'll be adjusting it a bit. Since Mama Hawk is technically "hollow," since she's basically a moss shell, there may be a basement for cold storage, and more rooms for the Sins to stay in since it's never fully established what upstairs looks like outside of a few scenes - Meliodas made the Boar Hat to stealthily look for the Sins, after all, and even if he didn't have the expectation that they would travel with him I think he would still have set up the place with them in mind. And, slightly unrelated, but Elizabeth actually gets her own room this time instead of just sharing one with Meliodas since it seemed a bit weird to me that she was sharing a room and a bed with the guy when she only just met him. But that's just a side note.

Thanks so much for asking, I love your questions!! XDDD

[riessestarsinger]

Journal Entry: 02-04-21

Before joining Zedrys in their bed, Riesse took a moment to pen some thoughts as it had been some time since she had.

Conjuring up her quill to do so was easy. Conjuring up the words to express what was in her heart, not so much.

“Recently I found that hope still exists. That magic is alive and can not be extinguished despite all attempts to do so. I remembered that good people -do- walk the streets of Silvermoon and that love is not just a faint dream almost forgotten. Lord Zedrys Sunsong. I will never forget, no time can erase, the memory of his head in my lap as he fought to recover from the bomb that nearly ended his life. I had watched him from afar, wondering about him as a person, as a man. Wondering too if his heart was held by someone and whether that someone deemed it a rare and wonderous treasure. I think in those fragile moments as I brushed his bloodies hair from his face, as I sang quietly to him while the healer dipped her hands into his body to repair the damage done as best she could, I fell beyond all reason, straight into love. He is in my life now. He -is- my life now. Not in the way that steals your own identity from you till you are lost and wondering what became of who you were but, in the way that lifts you up and makes you yearn to be the very best you can be. We are not perfect, neither could ever be. But, we -want- to be perfect for each other and -that- is what matters when it comes to love. There is honesty between us. A rare and strong honesty that comes naturally as we learn each secret, each dream, each nuance. He is pure magic in his mistakes and frailties. In his loyalty and honor, I came to believe again. In his willingness to listen and learn, I hope again. In all these things, his heart sings to mine and I will never look at life the same way again. I am blessed by him, this man I love. Not only for his presence in my life and at my side but, for the gifts he has bestowed. The gift of his friendship, and his friends. The gift of his family and allowing me to love them as I do him. I can no longer imagine my life without Sunsong in it. Each and every person in this new, extended family has scored my heart with their being. I could not love them more. I pray that they see some spark in me that causes their lives to be a bit brighter. They mean more to me than I could ever begin to express and I am thankful for the blessing of having met them.” Sleep whispered it’s siren’s song, the Mage’s eyes growing heavy. She whisked away the quill and made her way to their bed. As each night before since they fell in love, his arms were home and welcomed her in.

@illidariguarddog @misterjimbones

(Hope I got those @’s right!)

[prolestari]

FIRST OF ALL,,, CONGRATS!!! BETH

Thank you!! Of course I can write it… I hope I did some justice. If there’s one thing you should know about me, is that I will ship anything, anyone, at any time :DDD Please enjoy!

Response to the prompt posted here.

Zeldris sits on his bed, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s not his bed, not really; it’s the bed he stole from the king of Camelot. Everything he has now is stolen: the castle, the kingdom, the weapons and wealth and yes, even the damn bed, with its plush blankets and soft pillows and the little dip where his body had been laying for years.

Soon the king of Camelot will come, slinking through the shadows and entering the room through a hidden passage only he would know. It’s how they found each other, the first time, Zeldris too shocked to say anything when a boy with sweet eyes and hair the color of sunset came bounding out, sword drawn. It was so surprising that they just stopped and stared at one another, Zeldris not having expected to be disturbed, and Arthur not having expected to disturb anyone.

He looks over at the pillows, his elbows resting on his knees. Every night since Arthur has returned, the two sitting and talking, sometimes saying nothing at all, their solidarity in being bound by a fate neither truly want making them unlikely companions. Arthur is resistant to his Commandment, and Zeldris does not know why; likewise, Arthur has an immense power level, but cannot seem to wield it in any spectacular way.

Their first clash had been a disaster, swords drawn and ready. “This is mine,” Arthur had seethed; but it seemed innocent somehow, and had caught Zeldris by surprise. “You’re in my room, my castle, and you’ve taken everything!”

“You can have it,” Zeldris had spat back at him, snorting to himself to see the young king frown in confusion. “I don’t want any of this, so it’s yours.”

That is what began their—whatever this was. Friendship? Relationship? They had more in common than not, it turned out, and Zeldris chuckles to himself. Both were princes, born to rule but not by birthright; both were young and foolish in their own ways; both had loved and lost and neither wanted to speak about it out loud. They both had awful families and tutors that demanded so much, sometimes too much. They both wanted the impossible.

“Zeldris!” Arthur is out of breath when he stumbled into the room, and then he was hurrying over, kneeling in front of him. The young king grabs his arms, his face breaking into a huge grin as his violet eyes flash excitedly. “You did it! You let the people go, I just—thank you.”

“I didn’t do it for you,” he mutters.

Arthur laughs. “What?” he asks, his hands now sliding on the demon’s thighs.

“I didn’t do it for you,” snaps Zeldris. “I did it because that—that mage tricked me. That woman you love so much.” He pushes Arthur away and strides across the room, trying not to lose his temper on his one and only ally. “She has the decree I need to give to Meliodas. We had an agreement and she tricked me.”

In the corner of his eye he watches Arthur stand. “I’m sure she had—”

“And now I have nothing to show for it,” he continues. “I have nothing to give to Meliodas.”

“Meliodas,” Arthur mutters. “It’s best you didn’t give it to him anyway. If he becomes demon king, it will ruin us all.”

“I know that!” Zeldris turns and their eyes meet, and he wonders why Arthur’s go wide. “But I have to—he—”

The truth is too much, why can’t he say it out loud? The Arthur is there, pulling him into a hug, and Zeldris is again humiliated and bowed before someone stronger and faster and better than he is. “What is it Meliodas holds over you?” Arthur murmurs.

Zeldris swallows thickly. “It’s not what,” he stutters out. “It’s… who.”

The hands that are rubbing his back stop their movement. “I see,” the king replies, and Zeldris stiffens.

Arthur is pulling away, and Zeldris feels the pit in his stomach beginning to sink. He’s losing someone again, he knows he is, but then Arthur places his hands on his shoulders, dipping his head down so they can see eye to eye. “I will do all within my power to get her back for you,” he says. “If Meliodas betrays you, I will not stop until you have her again.”

Zedris’ breath stutters for a moment. He is vulnerable in front of Arthur, just as he was in front of Meliodas, and he hates it. But there is nothing to be done, because his heart is squeezing at the idea, this idea that is so impossible and yet somehow within reach. And Arthur’s eyes are so damn kind, the shine in them what always captures him, so familiar despite being the enemy. Is this what Meliodas had felt, looking into the eyes of the goddess so long ago, watching as the one he must kill steals his heart?

His gaze drops then, from the intensity of the violet eyes to his mouth. “You need to go.”

Arthur frowns and eases back. “Why?”

“It’s not safe for you here,” Zeldris says, stepping back, trying to move away from the hands still on his shoulders.

Sighing he replies, “I can take care of myself—”

“No, you should go, I can’t protect you, don’t you see that?” Zeldris clenches his fist. “I don’t want you here, I need to focus. You’re the enemy.”

“Zeldris—”

“I don’t want you, can’t you just—”

His words are cut off as his mouth was covered, then they were clinging to each other, kissing as though their lives depended on it… and maybe it did.

Then it is over, both panting, the room hot and too thick. Zeldris licks his lips and watches Arthur do the same. “Maybe we shouldn’t…” Arthur says.

“Probably not,” he answers, his voice scratching. Then his hands are in his hair, pulling Arthur against him.