#airship port

[blogfanreborn777]

City of Ankon by Jan Ditlev

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Airship Port [84×111] by Czepeku Scenes

[peliginspeaks]

I can't believe they named the premier port on the roof after Dola Hallowrove.

I haven't had the chance to get into the update yet and probably won't for a while, but I did notice that. Firmament is really made for them, isn't it. This Just Keeps Happening

[hollow-port]

One of my main inspirations for Hollow Port as a city was indeed Rapture from Bioshock.

I’ve always craved a game or environment kinda like rapture, where we get to explore this vintage city of decopunk and fantasy elements. Just like... if Rapture at its peak was like a setting in Dungeons and Dragons. A mixture of these fantasy and sci-fi elements to create a gaslight fantasy paradise for the player to explore.

Then I thought to myself, “Vic, you're a content creator. Make it yourself.” Sooo that’s what I did!

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

[thecollectibles]

Airship port by du peng

[quiddie]

Haha, I love seeing this reaction because Suvi's take makes so much sense to me that I never saw this coming from the audience (and again, E & L weren't in the room so there were only 2 people to talk about it with.)

Resisting the Geas: why resist the spell when you could have just said 'no' to the plan in the first place? If Suvi doesn't touch the telemet or just hangs up the MirrorTime call, the conversation is over and she moves forward with assisting Ame at her conclave as planned. Would she "get into trouble" upon returning home? That remains to be seen. Suvi is a namecloaked Wizard of the Citadel, and she can decided what level of risk is appropriate for herself. They may not like it, but she neither defied an order nor abandoned a duty/course of action that she was committed to before leaving for the North Pole.

Asking Questions/Pushing Back: Once Suvi understands that the memory-wiping component is about plausible deniability in the face of invasive mental magic that the witches might subject her to, the idea of asking more clarifying questions (for her own comfort more than anything else) becomes an indulgent liability. What if they break through the Modify Memory? Will it have been worth risking the plan for the momentary comfort of understanding the full scope of the mission? It's also important to consider that the conditions of that level of interrogation would assume that Suvi is as good as dead anyway, so why put more intel into the hands of her captors? Suvi's thought is that upon agreeing, there is trust that she'll be given exactly as much information as she needs to get the job done. So the impulse to push back or ask for more clarity has nothing to do with efficacy and everything to do with her own desire for understanding and trust in her mind and feelings. And that isn't useful right now.

I'm not actually shocked Suvi just submitted to the geas but also man I can't believe she didn't resist she doesn't even ask Steele any questions......

[juanarc-thethird]

Hi I have a question are you still doing I have a license for that?

Yes I do ------------

I have a license for that! Part 3

Jaune is in the library using one of the computers checking flights to return home.

Jaune: Dammit, why is everything so expensive?

Winter: Is everything all right?

Jaune: Hm?

He looks back and looks at Winter standing near him.

Jaune: Oh, hello Winter. Everything is fine, thanks.

Winter: From the tone you had for a moment it didn't sound like everything was fine.

Jaune: It's nothing important. I just can't find flights to go home for a family thing, but I haven't given up. But thanks for asking.

Winter: If you want I can take you there. I have my own airship.

Jaune: Really?!

He says excitedly, but immediately takes it back.

Jaune: Oh no, no, no, I can't ask you that. It's too much. Thanks but I can't accept your help.

Winter then turns to the screen Jaune is using and sees where he is going.

Winter: You know, I was already heading to my family's villa and where you're trying to go is close by. If you don't mind making that short stop, I can drop you off there later. Also, so that you don't feel like it's too much, it would help me a lot to have some extra hands.

Jaune: For real?

Winter: Mm-hm, It's just a routine stop and then I'll leave you wherever you want.

Jaune: *Happy* Ok, cool! Thank you!

Winter: No problem. I leave early tomorrow at 7am.

Jaune: Great! I'll be there at 6:30am.

Winter: Understood. See you there. *Walks away*

Jaune: See you there! And thank you again!

The next day...

Jaune meets Winter at the airship port with his suitcase.

Jaune: Good morning Winter, I'm ready to go.

Winter: Good morning Jaune. You can put your suitcase in the back of the ship.

Jaune: Thank you.

He started to walk towards the back of the aircraft but then he stopped.

Jaune: You know, I never told you what kind of help you need in your family's villa.

Winter: Really? I thought I did.

Jaune: No, you didn't. What kind of help do you need?

Winter: I'm just going to clean the house a little. Nothing big.

Jaune: Ok, wait, let me see if I understand. Your family is the richest in all the four kingdoms, but they do not have a cleaning staff in their villa. Forgive me but it sounds a bit suspicious.

Winter: You're overthinking it. The reason we don't have Staff is because-

Jaune: *Interrupts her* Are you a member of my mom's club?

Winter: *Surprise* What?! What club? I don't know what you're talking about?

Jaune: That reaction makes me think the opposite. You know what, I'm just going to play it safe. Thank you very much for your help, but I will find another way to get there.

Jaune starts to leave but Winter stops him by grabbing his suitcase.

Winter: *Panic* Wait!

Jaune: Hey! Let go!

Winter: I swear I'm not part of your mom's club!

Jaune: Fine, you are not! Can you let me go now?!

Winter: Can I still take you home?!

Jaune: No!

Winter: Then I can't let you go!

Jaune: Winter!... *pulls* Let!... *Pulls* Me!... *PULLS* Go!... *PULLS!* now!... *PULLS!!!!!*

And with the last pull, they both lost their balance and fell to the ground. As a card fell, it came out of Winter's jacket and slid over to where Jaune was lying. They both get up and Jaune notices the card.

Jaune: What is this?

Winter: *Gasp!* Don't look!!

He takes the card and…

Jaune: What the fuck?!

Winter immediately lunges towards Jaune taking the card from his hands. She pushes him to the ground and using her Semblance, she leaves him stuck there.

Jaune: I knew it! I knew you were part of that weird club!

Winter: *She gets into her airship* I'm sorry, my love, but I didn't expect you to find out so quickly.

Jaune: Can you at least explain to me why my mom created this club?!

Winter: I'm sorry, but it's not my place to say. Look for the Witch, she may give you the answers you are looking for.

Jaune: The Witch?!

Winter: Goodbye.

Jaune: Hey! Wait!!

She starts the engines of her airship and flies away. After some distance, Jaune is freed.

Jaune: *Upset* Fuck, back to square one.

[strqyr]

port and oobleck led the civilian retreat and brought with them as many people as they could. on what looks like one airship.

that... does not sound like a premeditated evacuation with a plan in place, but rather a scramble to get as many people out as possible. especially oobleck's face and posture... it does not scream "we lost the city but saved the people", but rather what happened in vale was yet another mountain glenn for the region.

[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

hmmmmm...Vash's undersuit is assistive clothing that functions as a full body brace. send tweet.

no but seriously, i know that half the fun of his design is that it's 10000 belts that do nothing, but since he

a. canonically has multiple massive injuries, including medical implants (all the metal bolts and grates, plus his prosthetic port)

b. has the undersuit designed by people on the airship to have temperature regulation and damage resistance

I fully think that it adds extra support to his joints and compresses his injuries. Like his glove! It's got the "rings" on it that look a lot like finger braces for hypermobility.

There's no big conclusion to this, I just think that assistive wear is cool and hot and I wanted to share my thoughts with you cool people! I've seen a lot of love given to Vash and his disabilities by this fandom, which is super sweet.

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Airship Bay [20×15] by Mati

[thepenultimateword]

The Worst Kind of Medal

The war had left more scars on the nation than it had Umbra’s body, so she wasn’t surprised that the airship came in 6 hours later than the schedule had claimed. She was more surprised that she was still standing on the platform, bold-lettered sign locked in her fists at either corner, when it arrived. No one had told her she needed to be at the port when Prince Waylon arrived in Graybourne, only that he was to be her lifelong charge forever after. She probably should have left a soldier here in her place and enjoyed her last few hours of freedom at home.

A bit of guilt pricked her insides. That was unfair. No one had forced her into this marriage arrangement. She’d accepted it–maybe only for the promises that came along with it, but still an acceptance. If she was uncomfortable now, it was her fault.

Several men leaped from the ship deck, ropes coiled under their arms. They rushed to knot the tethers to the docking posts as their feet touched the ground. It was complicated to get a ship back in the air once grounded, so most docks were constructed on cliff faces or in Greybourne’s case on towers. This allowed the ship to remain airborne yet steady for boarding and exiting; the same went for inspections and refueling. The only real reason for a ship to land was in case of major repairs.

The plank dropped, and a surge of people rushed onto the platform. Umbra scanned the crowd, with rapid scrutiny. She wished she’d asked for a photograph of her potential husband before the royal family shipped him here. The monarch probably wouldn’t grant her another reward if she lost him on the very first day. 

“Ser Umbra!”

Her gaze shot to the deck where a man with long silvery hair braided crownlike around his forehead and then draped loosely over one shoulder waved over the crowd. Another man, hair-slicked and face creased with a long-suffering frown, reached out to grab him, but the prince was already bounding down the plank. He was more petite than she had expected, his head bobbing in and out of sight as he weaved clumsily through the crowd, bumping shoulders every few steps. As he darted around the last mozying couple, he nearly barreled straight into her chest, but he managed to catch himself just short, tipping up onto his toes in the process.

“Ser Umbra,” he repeated, panting up at her with a broad smile. “I-it’s really you! You came yourself! I really wasn’t expecting to see you straight off the ship! Ryann told me I probably wouldn’t see you until tomorrow morning because of your duties!”

Umbra blinked at him. Her heart felt like it had been seized and clutched hard in her chest.

She’d wondered why the King had suggested Prince Waylon as her groom. It had seemed a very quick choice. She’d figured it was because he was fifth in line for the throne—the royal family wouldn’t marry a soldier to someone who could one day take the crown, no matter how much she’d done for her country. Now, looking at his peeking canines, golden eyes, and long, curling tail, it was abundantly clear this had been a careful act of strategy.

King Esmond had never been shy about taking wives, and as a result, many of his children came from foreign royalty, a way of securing many alliances at once. Not so with the Auskeran princess. Umbra had not yet been born when the marriage took place, but everyone knew that was where the tensions between the two countries had started. With the princess's death.

But now, with the war ended and Auskeran firmly independent from the rest of the world, no foreign alliances were waiting for a half-Auskerian prince. And keeping him around the capital was a liability in itself. His very appearance was a reminder of the recent horrors and a symbol of shame to the King. But he was still of royal blood, and banishments–no matter how merciful–had a habit of coming back to bite. So what did they do? They gave him to a local. Someone high enough to merit such a match but low enough that she couldn’t refuse. Someone who would take all the perks of having a royal spouse as appeasement for the inconvenience of his half-bloodedness.

Still, they had to have known her feelings about such a thing. The war had not ended so many months ago that an Auskerian, even half of one, didn’t bother her. Perhaps that was the very reason they’d said nothing. They wouldn’t want to risk her denial.

“How did you know what I look like?” Umbra said, forcing her clenched jaw apart. He’d picked her out from the crowd on sight. He couldn’t have seen the sign from that distance, could he?

The prince flushed a little. “Father showed me a photograph of the Greybourne division as soon as he told me about the marriage arrangement. He said you’re a general of high standing. You held the eastern front steady for two years before scouting over the border. You won us the war practically singlehanded!” 

Umbra was about to explain that it was far more complex than that but Prince Waylon carried on without pause. 

“And to think, of all the prestigious matches you could have received, Father chose me! I’ve been showing that photo to everyone for the last month! But it got sort of crumpled from carrying it around too much, so my sister painted your portrait for me as a wedding gift. See?” 

He pried open the locket around his neck and leaned forward to show her a very accurate, stoic miniature of her own face. She was dressed in her military uniform, her medal of honor–a medal that she’d really only worn twice, once when it was bestowed and again for a newspaper photo–pinned bold and gleaming to her chest.

 “She made one for you too, here!” He fished into his breast pocket and held out a matching bronze locket by its chain. 

Umbra watched it swing for a couple moments before she tentatively accepted it. “I, um…” He was staring at her so expectantly what was she supposed to do? She slipped the chain over her head, and the locket settled in the hollow of her chest. “Thank you.”

He continued to stare. Gaze flicking to the locket and back to her face again. He definitely wasn’t subtle. 

She picked open the latch and looked vaguely at the companion miniature. “Ah.”

It wasn’t much of a reaction but the prince immediately pounced on it.

“I hope it's ok. I wanted it to be more interesting or at least be smiling, but Isabeau said portraits are supposed to be serious. I’m lucky she let me be as expressive as that.”

“No, no, it’s very nice,” Umbra said. Lied. She hadn’t even noticed whether the portrait had been straight-faced or smiling. She should probably be more excited, or at least appreciative. Princess Isabeau was supposedly a real artistic talent—from the accuracy of her own portrait she had to agree—and her skill mixed with her status, made her paintings some of the most saught after in the kingdom. Now she had one around her neck and she couldn’t even give it a proper enough to look to give a specific detail of praise.

Luckily, Prince Waylon took her words at face value. He noticeably relaxed, and she snapped the locket shut again.

“Prince Waylon!” The other man from the ship shoved out from the crowd, a little more disheveled than he’d been moments ago and lugging two large suitcases. He let the cases drop heavily to the planks and tugged sharply on the ends of his black suit. “A member of the royal family does not fly off like that! You must conduct yourself with decorum! And that means staying with your escort!”

“I was with Ser Umbra, so it was fine,” Prince Waylon said.

The man’s attention flicked toward her, scanning her up and down with an unimpressed expression. As an employee to the royal family why would he be? 

“This is Ryann, my escort to Greybourne,” Prince Waylon said. “He’s supposed to return to Ashborough once he sees me settled.  

“Ser,” Ryann said with a short bow. “Unfortunately, the royal officiant was delayed, so the wedding will have to be postponed at least a couple weeks. I’m to stay until that point to be another witness.”

Great. The last thing she wanted was time to start overthinking things. She’d wanted this done as quickly as possible. And now, with the prince’s Auskerian features to unsettle her, she wanted it done even faster.

“You both must be tired,” she said, hefting up one of the suitcases. “My car is at the base of the tower. I’ll take you to the house so you can rest.”

“Oh, I’m not that tired–” Waylon began

“You drive?” Ryann interrupted as he grabbed the remaining case. “You don’t have a chauffeur?”

“I have drivers,” Umbra clarified. “For shopping and other errands. I simply prefer the autonomy of driving myself. Don’t worry, I don’t expect Prince Waylon to get along without a chauffeur.”

“Oh, maybe I could learn too?”

“Absolutely not,” Ryann snapped. “You’ll get yourself killed. Besides, who ever heard of royalty driving themselves? You’re not one of the working class.”

Umbra started down the first tower ramp, letting them fall into step beside her. Should she say something? Tell the prince he could try driving if he liked? But her drivers didn’t have time to keep an eye on him and she hadn’t planned on engaging in any extra responsibilities. She also didn’t think there was much point in ruffling the escort further. So she remained quiet.

Prince Waylon didn’t seem to take the denial too hard. He chatted a bit on the way down, pointing out the landscape and buildings as they went. Umbra nodded along, but didn’t listen much; she was more focused on the many glances the prince received from passersby, ranging from curiosity to outright disgust. Ryann must have been aware as well because he kept a protective hand on the prince’s arm the entire way down.

The car waited at the curb for them. A sleek green thing with three steam valves that she’d purchased shortly after the war’s end. It was easier traveling back and forth to the military headquarters this way.

“Here we are.” Umbra popped the door to the trunk, putting away the first suitcase and then taking the second from Ryann.

The escort dusted off his hands, as if the meanialness of the task were a visible smudge on his station. He then stepped back to survey the car’s body. “This is a handsome vehicle.”

 Umbra expected it was one of the only words of praise she was going to receive during his stay, but she still couldn’t find it in herself to use it to her advantage. “It does the job.”

 “Ser Umbra, can I sit up front with you?” Prince Waylon chirped from the side.

“You’re not going to address me as Ser Umbra our entire marriage, are you?”

His face washed a hot pink. “I wasn’t sure what you preferred.”

“You’re not a part of my regiment. Umbra is fine.”

“Then I’m just Waylon.” He smiled. A sweet, bright-eyed expression that made Umbra’s insides churn like someone was trying to turn them inside out. The officator had better get there fast.

She nodded curtly and circled around to the passenger door, holding it for him as he picked up the ends of his traveling cloak and slid inside. As she closed it behind him, she caught a glimpse of Ryann’s expression before he entered the backseat. Silent approval. Seemed she’d passed whatever test the employee had in mind for vehicle etiquette. She wasn’t look forward to any similar tests. Her rise in the military had granted her a title and a fortune, but she certainly could claim to be as well-bred as anyone in the royal court. Which for many was a sin in itself. 

The drive from the port to her small estate lasted only 20 minutes and was mainly quiet. Waylon ooed at every street and building they passed. Umbra couldn’t imagine anything here in Greybourne, a city on the very edge of the kingdom, could surpass Ashborough in all its capital glory. Perhaps he was only trying to be polite. However, as they pulled up the lane to the estate, his nose was almost pressed to the glass.

“It’s beautiful!”

Now Umbra knew he was being polite. The estate was a sturdy, grey-stoned building with two stories and several acres of surrounding meadow. A garage hid humbly and strategically around the back so as not to ruin the aesthetic view of the front or boast the ownership of two cars. It may have been larger than many of the other homes in Graybourne, and yes, it was rather pretty in the golden hour of evening, but it was nothing compared to the manors in Ashborough let alone the palace. Umbra had been dragged into several parties and ceremonies in the capital after the war’s official end, and extravagant was an understatement.

Waylon clutched his locket and mumbled under his breath. “It’s like a dream.”

A dream? What did princes have to dream about?

Umbra circled the drive and parked directly in front of the large oak front doors. Arlin and Madeline must have been watching from inside–she was impressed they stayed at the ready for the entire 6 hours she had been gone–because they rushed out the front the moment she stepped out of the vehicle. 

Arlin opened the passenger door before Umbra could make her way fully around, but to his credit, his surprise only lasted a moment. Raised eyebrows shot back down, parted lips promptly pinned shut, and he bowed his head as Waylon stepped down to the gravel drive. 

“Your majesty,” Arlin said, then moved on to Ryann’s door.

In the meantime, Madeline had made quick work of unloading the luggage. The bags seemed oversized compared to her small frame, but she showed no struggle as she carried them around. Her reaction to the prince showed more in an exchange of glances with Arlin than a change of expression. 

“Welcome back, Miss,” she said, “we were beginning to worry something had gone wrong.”

“Just a slight delay in the ship’s arrival,” Umbra said, passing the car keys to Arlin, who promptly took the car around to the garage. “Madeline, will you show the prince and his escort to their rooms? They’ve had a long trip, and it’s getting late.”

“Of course, Miss. I’ll let Henrietta and the others know that dinner will be served in the guests’ rooms tonight.”

“Thank you. Only tea for me tonight. Please have it brought to my office.” She didn’t think she could stomach anything else tonight. Maybe a cup of tea would settle some of her more turbulent emotions.

“Oh, Ser– I mean, Umbra,” Waylon said, the end of his tail flicking eagerly. “I’m really not tired, and I’d love to see more of the estate, and talk to you more. Maybe we can go for a walk–that meadow back there looks promising–and I can tell you–”

“My prince,” Ryann said firmly. The prince jolted, looking at Ryann with wide eyes. The escort gave him a subtle shake of his head.

Waylon looked down at the gravel, ears going slightly pink. “My apologies Ser Umbra. I overexcited.”

Oh no, she needed to say something didn’t she? Something smart and smooth that saved the prince’s feelings without backing down from her preference for a quiet night. She hated hosting. She especially the politics that came with it.

“I’d be happy to show you around the grounds tomorrow,” she said, hoping it didn’t sound forced. “The sun is about to go down soon and the view can’t be appreciated so well in the dark. Besides the meadow is riddled with rabbit holes; I wouldn’t want you to misstep and break an ankle.”

“Ah.” He raised his eyes toward her. Luminescence crept in at the corners. Once the sun had gone completely down, those eyes would be completely aglow. “That would be unfortunate. I…look forward to tomorrow then.” It was hard to read whether he believed her. His gaze showed some relief, but the wrap of his tail around his leg still spoke to some embarrassment. Nevertheless, some of his old exuberance slipped through the cracks in his politeness. “It was a joy–no, an honor–to begin making your acquaintance.” 

Umbra forced eye contact until he turned away, prompted toward the house by Madeline’s beckoning. A cold feeling had lodged itself in the middle of her chest. 

She hoped the officiator would come fast.

[bts-spnlvr12]

Coming back from War

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Summary: Levi returns back from the raid in Liberio, he seems tense and is missing you a lot, what occurs when he gets home brings you two a lot closer, not knowing what will happen in the future...

~Warnings: Swearing, smut & fluff, hurt/comfort, male and female body parts mentioned, P in V, fingering and finger sucking, oral (reader receiving), mentions of having children, so in other words...~

~Minors 18+ DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST!! Doing so will result in a blocking of your account!~

You were in the living room, relaxing on the couch while reading a book, the house was feeling a little empty as you were waiting for a special someone to return home...

You knew things were getting tense between Paradis and the enemies across the sea, Hange and Levi were going through the letters Eren has apparently sending over, planning an attack on a town named Liberio...

~Flashback...

You were sitting on the bed in your shared bedroom with Levi, who was getting suited up in the new gear the Scouts funded...

He looked so damn good in the gear you wish you could've taken him right then and there, but you knew it wasn't possible right now...

You follow him towards his horse, he turns around and holds your hand, "I'll come back soon, darling. Hopefully, this raid to get Eren out of there won't take long.."

"I'll miss you, love. Come back safely..." He mounts on his horse, and leans down, you meet him halfway and kiss one another a few times before he has to head to the port, the last kiss lasting a few seconds longer...

Flashback ends...~

You heard the door handle shake, you look up to see your husband walk inside looking tired and tense, you shut your book and stand up and walk over to him, taking off his cape slowly...

He looks up at you, almost a sad expression in his eyes, "We lost-..We lost Sasha, some stupid kid used a soldier's gear to get onto the airship, and shot her in the stomach, we lost a bunch of soldiers in the raid to..."

You had tears rolling down your face, you and Sasha were good friends, to hear that she was killed in the process of leaving, it made your heart sink to your stomach, you hug him tightly and you both just stood there for a while, letting out your emotions. Levi rarely showed emotions but when he did, he did it quietly...

Although you could feel tears running down from his face and onto your shoulder, after a good 5 minutes you wipe your tears along with his, you look deep into his steel grey eyes, and noticed a loving look in his eyes...

You smile softly, "Your safe, you're finally home for a while, let's get you out of this gear, you need to relax a while..." He nods and you take his hand and lead him to your shared room, he started to take off all of the straps which you help him with some of the bigger pieces...

You help him slip out of the main body piece, to see his well sculpted torso, his abs curl as he pulls the legs of the suit off, leaving him in a pair of boxers, you change into a nightgown while he does so...

You sit on the bed and pull him towards you, he stands in between your legs and kisses you, "God, I missed you so fucking much, you have no idea how much I wanted to come home to you..." He lays down on the bed and pulls you close to him, chest to chest, giving each other kisses...

He deepened the kiss which caused you to moan softly and your breathing to get heavier, "I missed you too baby, I'm sorry for all that happened..." He shakes his head, "It'll be discussed in the meeting tomorrow, right now, I just want to be with you at the moment, I want to give you all of my love and attention..."

You smile, "I'm all yours baby.." You both chuckle then start kissing one another again, him rolling on top of you and started a battle for dominance using tongue...

"Stand up baby, let me take care of you..." You both shift so that your standing up and that he's standing in front of you, he removes your gown while kissing up your body, he starts to suck on your breasts and leave little love bites all over them...

He pushes you down on the bed gently to where your legs are hanging over the edge, "Spread your legs darling, let me taste you..." He pulls you closer so that your knees are over his shoulders, which leads to him leaving light kisses on the inner part of your thigh which slowly gets closer to your pussy...

Your breathing gets even heavier as you watch him kitten lick at your clit, then dive straight into your core and starts thrusting his tongue through your entrance, causing you to moan loudly whenever he'd moan and groan as he ate you out like a starved man..

He'd suck on your clit once every few minutes, then would go back to licking, kissing and sucking on your core which made you squirm with so much pleasure, he then pulled back and looked up at you with hooded eyes with your juices all over his nose and mouth, "Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, darling?" You nod as he slowly places his index and middle finger in your mouth, indicating that he wants you to suck on them...

He pulls them out with a slight pop then circles your entrance and eventually pushing them inside, making you arch your back off the bed, he sucks on your clit while finger you, "Does that feel good baby? You like it when I'm eating you out and fucking your pussy with my fingers?" You nod as he comes up to kiss you as he continues to do his work...

You feel yourself start to clench around his fingers, "L-Levi I-I'm close, can I cum?" He moves his face down towards your pussy and starts sucking on your clit and fucking that spot which he knows you lose your mind every time he rubs against it, "R-right there!" He goes even faster using his mouth and fingers, "Cum for me baby, cum all over my face..."

This made you squirt all over his face, he drinks it all up not missing a single drop, he comes up to see you with a post-orgasmic look on your face and kisses you passionately, "You always taste amazing darling, always so sweet..." You smile softly and kiss him again...

You adjust yourself on the bed to where your head is propped up against the pillows as he kneels in between your legs, still kissing you as he removes his boxers and teases his cock before running the tip through your folds, "Are you ready baby? Once I start I don't think I'll be able to stop for a while..." You smirk softly, "I'm ready baby, give me all of you..."

He smiles and kisses you deeply as he pushes his cock inside your walls, making you both moan at the feeling of one another, he starts to thrust into you at a slow pace, whispering 'I love you' and that your his and he's yours in each others ears, his thrusts start to get faster every minute, causing your back to arch once again...

"God I missed you, I missed this, everything that we did..." He starts, "So forgive me if I want to go for a while..." You hold his hand, "I'm all yours baby, I don't mind it at all, plus trust me.." You whisper in his ear, "I like the feeling of your cock inside of me, fucking me whether it be hard or soft, I love you baby, I always will no matter what." He lifts your hand and kisses your palm...

He fucks into you harder, moans of name and cries of pleasure fill space as time passes by, after some time his thrusts become erratic as you start clenching around him again, "Fuck, I can tell your close Levi, you want to cum inside me? Fill me up with your warm cum?"

"Please? I want to fill your pussy up, maybe have my babies? You'd be such a good mom..." You look at him in shock, this was the first time he ever brought this up. You wanted to start a family with this man in the future, you just couldn't decide when to tell him and when the right time would be to start a family...

He stops his movements, "I-I'm sorry, I just...just a spur of the moment thought, if you don't want to have a kid then that fine, we can disc-..." You shut him up with a kiss, he returns the kiss and looks into your eyes, "I've had the idea as well, I just could never find the right time to say it or when the right time would be to start..." He looks shocked whenever you say that...

"Well, if you'd like...we could start now?" He suggests, you smile widely then kiss his cheek, "I'd love to try baby, if you're ready then I am as well." He smiles and kisses you passionately as he lifts your hips to place a pillow under them, and starts to thrust into you again, this time more passionate then earlier...

You wraps your legs around his waist and runs your hands and nails down his back, moans spilling out of your mouth as he goes faster and kisses your neck and down your chest, while letting out a guttural moan as he fucks you harder and faster...

You feel his thrust getting erratic once again, "I'm c-close baby, let me fill you up in this beautiful pussy of yours..." He looks deeply into your eyes as he rubs your clit with his fingers, "Fuck, Levi. Don't stop please..." "I don't plan on doing so, I won't stop until your leaking my cum from your pussy..."

You clench around his cock, "C-Cumming! Levi--AH!" You reach your high and he fucks your through your high until he reaches his high a few seconds after yours...

He pauses his movements again as you both come down from your highs, he slowly pulls out and lays beside you, and pulls you close and off the pillow and kisses you deeply with so much love, which you return with a smile...

He rubs your back as you trace shapes on his chest, "I'm glad we're starting our journey to parenthood, we'll have a little Levi or a little Y/n running around eventually, you'll be the best mom they'll have..." "And you will be the best dad they'll have, it'll be exciting!" You whisper with such excitement, which causes him to giggle and kiss you once again...

"Well, I can say that we're not done yet baby, you'll have to beg me to stop filling you over and over again..." He says with a smirk, causing you to giggle as he rolls over you again kissing you...

~Long story short...you didn't get very much sleep that night iykyk...~

[whencyclopedia]

London Blitz

The London Blitz was the sustained bombing of Britain's capital by the German and Italian air forces from September 1940 to May 1941 during the Second World War (1939-45). The objective was to bomb Britain into submission, but despite almost 100,000 civilians being killed or injured in the nightly raids, Londoners resisted, and the war went on.

Hitler's Objectives

Britain declared war on Germany in September 1939 following the latter's invasion of Poland. By mid-1940, Germany had marched through the Low Countries, British forces had abandoned the Continent in the Dunkirk evacuation, and France had fallen. A German invasion of Britain (Operation Sea Lion) looked imminent, and it would surely be preceded by the Luftwaffe (German Air Force) attacking Britain to gain air superiority. Cities might also be threatened, just as they had been in the First World War (1914-18) when German Zeppelin airships had attacked London.

At first, the Luftwaffe concentrated on trying to destroy the Royal Air Force (RAF) in the air and on the ground by bombing airfields. When this strategy proved unsuccessful, and the RAF effectively won the Battle of Britain, the Luftwaffe changed tactics. Bombing London and other cities became the new objective, as specified in a directive from the leader of Nazi Germany, Adolf Hitler (1889-45): "...for disruptive attacks on the population and air defences of major British cities, including London, by day and night" (quoted in Dear, 108).

The Luftwaffe was now intent on destroying Britain's material supplies and crushing civilian morale by targeting the docks in London's East End, key industrial sites, power stations, railway terminals, and other ports. London was just 30 minutes from Luftwaffe bases and an easy target thanks to the highly visible (even at night) dramatic bends in the River Thames. The strategy, in the end, failed to weaken Britain's resolve, but hundreds of thousands of civilians would first have to live through a nightmare of bombing that lasted nine months with long periods when raids came every single night.

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[shiorihyuga]

The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become.

Chapter Thirteen

Eren’s Titan let out a deep, guttural roar that echoed across the battlefield as he launched himself at the War Hammer Titan’s crystal-encased form, his muscles straining with the sheer force of his movements. This was his third transformation, and he could feel the strain on his body—something he had become intimately familiar with after countless transformations in battle. But thanks to Aurora’s elixirs, coursing through his veins like liquid fire, he felt as though he could keep fighting for hours if necessary. He had never felt stronger.

His massive hand gripped the crystal that contained Lara Tybur, the War Hammer Titan’s true holder, lifting her into the air. Her body was encased in the hardened white shell, impervious to the damage he had tried to inflict earlier. The War Hammer Titan had been unlike any foe he had ever faced—its power to create weapons from the very earth around it had taken him by surprise, but he had managed to endure its attacks long enough to seize her. And now, victory was within his grasp.

Around him, the battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos and violence. The scouts moved like shadows, darting through the air with their ODM gear, their blades slicing through flesh and metal alike. Armin had just unleashed the full destructive power of the Colossal Titan at the port, and the resulting explosion had annihilated the Marleyan fleet and thrown their forces into complete disarray. Smoke and flames rose high into the sky, casting a hellish glow over the city. The screams of soldiers and civilians alike mingled with the rumble of collapsing structures, creating a cacophony of destruction.

High on Eren's shoulder, Mikasa clung to his Titan’s hair, waiting for his next move. Her dark eyes were locked onto the crystal, her expression as focused and fierce as ever. She had come to his aid as planned, providing support when the War Hammer Titan had nearly overwhelmed him. But even now, with the battle raging around them, Eren could feel her uncertainty. He knew she didn’t fully understand his actions—didn’t understand why he had gone so far. But that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was finishing this fight and taking the War Hammer Titan’s power.

Eren’s eyes narrowed as he tightened his grip on the crystal. He had devoured Willy Tybur as expected, but he had not been the War Hammer’s true holder. Eren had anticipated that, but Willy had needed to die regardless. The Tybur family was responsible for the suffering that Aurora had endured—the destruction of her family, the years of pain and slavery she had endured at their hands. Eren had vowed to make them pay, and he would fulfill that promise with blood.

But as he prepared to crush the crystal with his Titan’s massive hand, a shadow moved in his peripheral vision. The Jaw Titan leaped through the air, its powerful jaws snapping, its razor-sharp claws aimed directly at him. Eren’s instincts took over, and he turned to intercept the attack, but not before one of the Jaw Titan's claws grazed the crystal, scratching its surface.

Eren’s eyes widened in realization. He felt a surge of exhilaration as the pieces fell into place. The Jaw Titan’s claws had left a mark on the crystal—a scratch, faint but clear. It had the power to break through the hardened shell.

Without hesitation, Eren grabbed the Jaw Titan by its head, using his immense strength to force its body into position. He brought the crystal containing Lara Tybur closer, pressing it against the Jaw Titan’s powerful maw. He could feel the Titan thrashing in his grip, trying desperately to break free, but Eren’s ironclad determination gave him an almost unnatural strength. He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.

From his shoulder, Mikasa’s eyes widened as she realized what Eren was about to do, her grip on her blades tightening. The battlefield around them continued to rage, but for Eren, the world seemed to narrow down to this singular moment—this chance to claim the War Hammer Titan’s power.

With the Jaw Titan's teeth poised against the crystal, Eren prepared to force its jaws shut. His entire Titan form trembled with the effort, and his thoughts briefly drifted to Aurora. He hoped she was still safe, hiding as he had instructed. He hated leaving her alone, knowing she was likely terrified and struggling with the weight of her guilt. But if he could end this quickly, if he could finish the fight and secure the power he needed, then he could go back to her. He could take her away from this city of death and destruction, and they could finally be free—together in Paradis.

But first, he would make the Tyburs suffer. He would make them pay for what they had done to Aurora. And he would do it with the very power they had stolen back from her father so many years ago.

With a surge of strength, Eren tightened his grip on the Jaw Titan, forcing its powerful jaws ever closer to the crystal that encased Lara Tybur. His Titan's muscles bulged and strained, the savage determination in his gaze unyielding as he prepared to shatter the War Hammer Titan’s last line of defense. Everything around him—the flames, the destruction, the screams—faded into the background, his entire focus consumed by this moment. It was all leading up to this.

But then, something in his peripheral vision caught his attention.

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her—Aurora. She was standing amidst the chaos, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of horror and disbelief as she took in the scene before her. Eren’s Titan froze for a fraction of a second, shock coursing through him. What was she doing out here? Why wasn't she still hiding in the bell tower where he had told her to stay?

Before he could fully process the situation, his grip instinctively tightened, and the Jaw Titan’s teeth clamped down on the crystal. There was a sickening crack as the hardened shell fractured under the immense pressure, followed by a splintering shatter that echoed across the battlefield. Blood and spinal fluid poured from the ruptured crystal, sliding down his Titan’s throat as he absorbed the War Hammer Titan's power.

In that heartbeat of a moment, it was as if time itself stopped. Eren’s mind was suddenly flooded with memories—visions from the past inheritors of the War Hammer Titan flashed before his eyes, overwhelming in their intensity. He could see Lara Tybur’s life and the lives of those who had come before her. And then, like a knife piercing through the haze, there was a memory that hit him harder than all the others.

Aurora’s father.

The realization hit Eren like a tidal wave, but before he could grasp its full significance, he was engulfed by memories.

…

Clive’s memories unfolded like a story etched in shadows, scenes replaying through the haze of time. He had always been a man of ambition and brilliance, a titan researcher whose intellect and drive set him apart from others. Despite being an Eldian, the Marleyan military saw his value and kept him close, utilizing his groundbreaking research on Titans to fuel their military ambitions. Clive’s work had helped Marley understand the mysteries of the Titans better than any scientist before him, and he took pride in the knowledge he had uncovered, even if it was always tempered by the reality of his own status.

But everything changed when Clive was summoned to serve the Tybur family. As the most powerful family in Marley, their influence extended far beyond the reach of ordinary men, and their secrets were as deep as the ocean itself. Clive had always been curious about the Tyburs—Eldians who despised their own kind yet wielded the power of the Titans, specifically the War Hammer Titan. The paradox intrigued him, and his insatiable thirst for knowledge compelled him to accept the opportunity to work under them. He was eager to learn more about the elusive War Hammer Titan, whose power was unlike anything he had studied before.

However, when he arrived at the Tybur estate, he was given a task that left him puzzled. His assignment was not to study the War Hammer Titan itself but to examine the blood of a young woman named Nadia. She was beautiful, with long platinum blonde hair and eyes as blue as the sky—a striking contrast to the cold stone halls of the Tybur mansion. She was also an Eldian, but it wasn’t her appearance that caught Clive’s attention; it was the way the Tyburs treated her.

Nadia was little more than a prisoner in their grand estate. The Tyburs' treatment of her was cruel and heartless—barely acknowledging her presence, treating her as little more than a tool for some unknown purpose. Clive could see the bruises that marred her skin and the way she flinched at the sound of their voices. It unsettled him, though he tried to focus on the task at hand. He was an Eldian himself, and defying the Tyburs would only lead him to a fate worse than death—shipped off to Paradise.

So, he kept his head down and did what was asked of him. For months, he studied Nadia’s blood, trying to uncover whatever it was the Tyburs believed lay within her. But no matter how many tests he ran or how many sleepless nights he spent in his laboratory, he couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. She was a healthy young woman with no obvious abnormalities. Yet, the Tyburs were insistent, always pushing him to continue, as if expecting him to unlock some hidden secret.

As time passed, Clive found himself spending more and more time with Nadia. She would sit quietly, allowing him to take his samples and run his tests, never uttering a word unless spoken to. But gradually, she began to speak to him, her voice soft and uncertain at first, like someone rediscovering a language long forgotten. Clive listened, and before he realized it, he began to look forward to their conversations. They would speak about trivial things at first—the weather, books she had read long ago, the flowers in the garden that she was not allowed to tend. But there was something about her spirit that drew him in, a quiet strength that persisted despite everything.

It wasn’t long before Clive began to feel a change within himself, something he hadn’t anticipated. As he watched her endure the Tyburs' cruelty day after day, he found his own resentment toward the family growing, a resentment that clashed with the duty that had been drilled into him. But more than that, he found himself caring for Nadia in a way that went beyond mere sympathy. He admired her courage, her resilience, and the kindness that she showed him despite her own suffering.

Clive didn’t know when exactly it happened, but somewhere along the way, he fell in love with Nadia.

His feelings for Nadia grew with each passing day as he continued to study her blood, and his resentment toward the Tybur family festered like a wound. Every time he saw her bruised and battered, something inside him twisted with anger. Nadia was the most kind-hearted person he had ever met; she didn’t deserve to be treated like this—like she was nothing more than an object for them to exploit.

One evening, as Clive prepared to take another blood sample, he noticed Nadia wincing in pain as she rolled up her sleeve. His gaze fell on the fresh bruises that marred her pale skin, dark and ugly against the delicate flesh. It was the final straw. He could no longer keep quiet.

"Who did this to you?" Clive demanded, his voice low and barely controlled.

Nadia hesitated, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and sadness. "It doesn’t matter," she whispered, her voice trembling. "They’re all the same."

But Clive wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a gentle murmur. "You don’t deserve this, Nadia. You’re worth so much more than what they see in you. Why won’t you let me help you?"

For the first time, Nadia’s guarded expression cracked, and her shoulders slumped in defeat. "There is no help for me," she said quietly. "This is all I’ve ever known."

And then, she began to open up. Piece by piece, she told him the story of her past—a story she had kept buried for so long that it seemed almost like a distant dream. She had been an orphan for as long as she could remember, never knowing her parents. It had always been just her and her elder cousin. They were close, and her cousin had taken care of her as though she were her own sister. But then, one fateful day, their home had been raided by the Tyburs. Her cousin had managed to escape, leaving Nadia behind. That was the last time she saw her; her memory of that day was burned into her mind—the screams, the chaos, and then, nothing but darkness.

Clive’s heart ached as he listened to her speak. The more he learned about Nadia, the deeper his feelings grew. She was strong in ways that most people would never understand, and yet the Tyburs treated her like she was nothing. It wasn’t right.

And then, one day, everything changed.

Clive was in his lab, studying the blood of a Pure Titan, a routine test he had done dozens of times before. But this time, he decided to mix it with a sample of Nadia’s blood. He watched, almost out of idle curiosity, as the two substances met under the microscope. But then he noticed something he hadn’t expected—a strange reaction, like the Titan’s blood was responding to Nadia’s.

His heart skipped a beat. It was a bizarre phenomenon, unlike anything he had observed before. He repeated the test, and the result was the same—Nadia’s blood seemed to evoke some kind of reaction in the Titan’s cells. It was as though they recognized something in her that set them apart.

Clive’s hands trembled as he quickly pulled out old research notes, digging through years of data until he found what he was looking for. He compared the reactions, cross-referenced his findings, and checked the old records. As he did, his mind raced with a single, chilling realization.

Nadia had royal blood.

It was a revelation that hit him like a punch to the gut. The reason the Tyburs had taken such a keen interest in her, the reason they kept her hidden and treated her as both a secret and a prisoner, was because of the power that flowed in her veins. It all made sense now—why they had been so obsessed with her blood, why they kept her under lock and key. They were afraid of the potential that lay dormant within her.

And in that moment, Clive’s feelings of love and rage crystallized into resolve. He couldn’t let Nadia continue to be their captive. Not now that he knew the truth. If they discovered that he had uncovered this secret, his own life would be forfeit, but he didn’t care. He would do whatever it took to protect her.

….

The memories faded, and Eren’s consciousness snapped back to the present, the power of the War Hammer Titan surging through him. He could feel the raw strength of his new ability coursing through his veins, his senses heightened as the battlefield roared around him.

His Titan's gaze snapped to Aurora, standing amid the chaos, her eyes wide with shock and horror. It all made sense now—the pieces falling into place as if a puzzle had just been completed. The Tyburs had kept her as a secret, as a slave, because of what flowed through her veins. Aurora’s mother had royal blood, which meant Aurora did too.

And that meant her potential was far greater than anyone had ever realized.

~

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Maps of Tenebrae by Pockymun

Tenebrae was such a beast. I thought Galahd was difficult; Tenebrae is so much bigger and has continental climates to deal with. Like last time, I nearly lost my mind trying to make sense of the climates, so I kind of gave up.

Most of the writing I've done for FFXV has skirted around Tenebrae, focusing moreso on its politics than the landmass itself. It's been in the background for the most part, largely because I didn't have a proper map to explore with! I copied it the best I could from reference images.

Tenebrae is not as cold as I initially assumed it was. It has a warm ocean current on its western side that brings much rain and warm winds that keep the northern reaches largely temperate. The eastern side of Tenebrae is hit with a cold ocean current, getting far less rain and winds. The fishing is better on the east coast. The southern half of Ulwaat was given a temperate rainforest climate based on what we saw of Tenebrae in Kingsglaive; it had that dark green flora of a rainforest.

I base a lot of my headcanons for Tenebrae off of Western Europe primarily, with a little bit from Northern Europe. The way I figured the latitude lines of Eos, Tenebrae is still well below the subartic circle (assuming Eos has one). It's climate is based upon Ireland, the UK, and Scotland, but those three have only two climates: oceanic and subpolar oceanic. I chose climate terms that best described the forests found in Tenebrae. Because Tenebrae is nothing but forests, mountains, and hills.

Tenebrae is the land of high altitudes and trees. What reference images we have of Tenebrae seemed to have a lot of peaks on it. In the glimpse of Tenebrae that we saw in the movie, there are large rock islands that just float above the rest of the land. While Galahdians have a knack for using magic, Tenebrae itself is a land of magic. These floating islands are unique to its mountains mostly, although a few clusters can exist separately.

Water also seems to be a theme for Tenebrae, with its northern cape, the southern sounds, and a few small bays all around. Where there are mountains, there are rivers running down to the ocean. I imagine there are natural springs all around the country, used as a natural remedy for several ailments.

I will dump my headcanons about Tenebrae below:

I've been talking with @groovytimetravelflower, who has the theory that Niflheim's airships are powered by stones or ores mined from the floating islands. It just makes perfect sense. Niflheim had several reasons to invade Tenebrae: to dominate the whole continent, to establish complete control over trade, and to get their hands on whatever magic exists in the land.

Much of the magic is not well-known nor understood beyond the floating islands. The forests of Tenebrae are old, especially in the north.

The only other country close enough for Tenebrae to trade with is Niflheim. Though Tenebrae has a couple ports of its own, these are not large enough for massive shipyards and international trade. Trading with Niflheim allows Tenebraen trade goods to go farther in the world. The downside is that Niflheim can control all trade that Tenebrae does, taking things for the Empire and blocking imports.

The country is very difficult to navigate because of the terrain. Roads are often winding and go around obstacles; this was done moreso out of the belief that the land could not be damaged by man-made endeavors. Trains have only been established in Ulwaat. There may be a few antique cars, but the most common mode of transportation on main roads are chocobo-drawn carriages, or riding chocobos.

Tenebrae is behind on technology overall: this is a result of Niflheim conquering them so long ago. Niflheim doesn't often invest in the lands they conquer. You can see this in how mainland Lucis has such outdated technology, which was left to languish once the Imperials seized control. Most high-technology Tenebrae is exposed to comes from the Imperial Army and is only used in their operations. Ulwaat is the most developed province. The railroad in Ulwaat was developed by the Empire to more easily transport the stone and ore they mined in the mountains.

The further away one gets from Fenestala, the less modern technology there is. In Morrith, Krahage, and Bruiral, indoor plumbing is a recent technological advancement. Not all places have it; it requires electricity, which is difficult to establish in Northern Tenebrae. Because Tenebrae is such a mystical place and the population is probably very religious because of the Oracle, not a lot of people mind being behind in technology.

Cellphones are unheard of, and you wouldn't get reception in most of Tenebrae anyway. Fenestala Manor probably has a couple TVs, but similarly, reception is terrible. Radio signals come through a little more clearer, mostly because the Imperial Army needs them to.

The architecture of the capital and towns of Tenebrae is Victorian and Edwardian, with art noveau used in Fenestala Manor. Villages typically are full of cottages of wood or stone and roofed with thatch. The typical fashion is also Victorian and Edwardian, although more of the youth have recently begun to wear the modern Western clothing imported from Niflheim. People further north of the Breksos Mountains dress in traditional Celtic and Norse garb.

The Breksos Mountain Range naturally divides Tenebrae into a North and a South. These regions do not strictly adhere to the cardinal directions; it is just what people have referred to it as. Travel through these mountains is especially difficult. There is one passage near Woudoord, but it becomes blocked by snow in the winter, completely isolating the north.

Queen Sylva frequently sent aid in the form of doctors, vaccines, and schoolteachers to Northern Tenebrae. She did a lot to improve the relations across the mountains, although the past few Oracles have never gone north of the mountains. All aid stopped with her death. The Northerners became even more apprehensive of Southerners as they appeared to submit to the Empire.

Northern Tenebrae is even further behind in technological advancements than Southern Tenebrae (ie the indoor plumbing). Northern Tenebrae is very isolated from the rest of the world, especially in the winter. It's rare for a Northerner to travel south, and vice versa. The South views the North as barbarous, and the North view the South as weak. Southerners are prim and proper; Northerners... are not. Both greatly revere the Oracle.

As I said before, Tenebraens are religious, largely in part to the Oracle's presence. Tenebrae has become known as a land of healers, with many practicing natural remedies. The people are generally modest and proper. Victorian and Edwardian social customs still run strong.

Tenebraens are seen as mysterious and exotic to the rest of the world. Niflheim hasn't allow Tenebraens to leave their country since they attacked Fenestala Manor, so it's very rare to see one in Lucis. The rest of the world doesn't really understand the difference between North and South Tenebraens. The differences become clear when putting one of each side by side and listening to the bickering.

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Feel free to use these maps when writing your own fics or headcanons! I would greatly appreciate being credited. These maps are just my interpretation, and don't stand in for canon material. They are flawed, but I worked with what I had. I made these using Inkarnate.