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One Last Time [Chapter 2]

Summary - Elain and Azriel have known each other since they were 11 and had never been separated. But when their view for their future no longer matches, things break apart between them, causing a rift which had never been fixed. Elain goes on to become a neurosurgeon, while Azriel works for the deadlier part of the community. Ten years later, their lives get entangled as they cross paths, this time stakes much greater than just their hearts.

An: All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Warnings: Mature language, violence, alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs

Hope you all enjoy!

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Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve - Taylor Swift Not In The Same Way - 5 Seconds of Summer Only You - Cheat Codes Ft. Little Mix

Elain stood in front of the mirror, looking at her own reflection.

Who is the woman behind the mirror? Elain wondered. Was it Elain Archeron, a neurosurgeon completing her residency? Single mother? Graysen’s fiancée? Or a simple girl who got her heart broken by the man she gave the most to?

Elain shook off her thoughts as she ran her hand over her dark blue dress. The dress was truly beautiful.

Daemon was waiting for her outside in the foyer, sitting on a seat while Mrs. Pumphrey, his nanny, tied his shoelaces. He looked at Elain and smiled in amazement.

“Mommy you look so pretty!” Daemon exclaimed. Elain laughed slightly at the statement.

“Thank you. You look mighty handsome as well.” She crouched in front of him and fixed his tie.

Elain went in search of her phone only to see a lot of missed calls from Lucien and one from Graysen. There was also a message that said, ‘We’re waiting downstairs.’ from Graysen.

She grabbed her clutch and took Daemon downstairs after checking if she had everything.

“Oh my Goodness Dae! You look so good in a suit!” Lucien’s voice came as Daemon rushed towards the car. “And did you make that tie all by yourself?”

“Uh-huh.” Daemon said as he showed off his outfit. “Momma looks good too, right?”

Elain ran a hand down herself and Lucien shrugged. “Eh, I’ve seen better.” Elain gasped and hit him on the shoulder and Graysen laughed from behind.

“Ow, what the fuck Archeron?” Lucien exclaimed while rubbing his shoulder.

Graysen wrapped an arm around Elain and kissed her on the temple. “You look marvelous.” He whispered softly in her ear. Then he clapped his hands. “Alright, let’s go people, we can’t be late.”

Lucien and Daemon spent the entire ride singing along with the songs playing on the radio while Elain looked outside the window, watching the streets of Velaris pass by.

She remembered wanting so badly to leave Velaris and explore the world when she was a kid. After Daemon, all those wishes lost meaning and the only thing she wanted was to provide her child with all the happiness in the world. She was all alone with Lucien when she had Daemon. Lucien’s father, Helion, was a professor at the institute and had helped her manage through college. He had done more than Elain’s actual father had ever done for her.

When they finally reached, Graysen held his hand out for Elain to grab onto. “Why don’t you go inside, I need to talk to Daemon.” At Graysen’s look she added. “Just to remind him of what not to do.” Graysen nodded reluctantly and went inside, leaving Elain outside with Lucien and Daemon.

She knelt down and fiddled with Daemon’s hair. “Now, promise me you’ll stay with Uncle Lucien and listen to him.”

Daemon and Lucien looked at each other and sighed. “Yes Mother.” Both of them whined together. Elain shook her head and stood up to her full height.

Lucien grabbed her hand as she was about to leave. “Ellie, whatever happens tonight, just remember that I love you. Both of you. And it’s all for your happiness.”

Elain was unable to comprehend what this statement meant. Lucien took Daemon and went inside, leaving Elain standing outside all alone.

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Azriel was going to murder someone. He despised interacting with anyone other than necessary and attending a ball was one of his worst nightmares. Added to that was Cassian who was driving him batshit crazy with his useless conversations.

Both of them were waiting for Rhysand’s contact to meet them. Rhys apparently had someone on the inside who was going to help them get close to Graysen’s fiance and her son.

Cassian nudged him with his elbow. “See anyone you like?” At Azriel’s ignorance he further continued. “Come on man. This place is filled with ladies. Single ladies, divorced ladies, ladies who want to cheat on their husbands with sex gods, you get ‘em all.”

Azriel looked straight ahead as he replied, “Why don’t you volunteer?”

“I’d like for my balls to stay exactly where they are, thank you very much.” Cassian shivered as if he were imagining his wife’s reaction to even the thought of him cheating. Azriel smirked. “Plus, you really need to get laid. I can’t even imagine how miserable your hand would feel.”

Azriel picked up a glass of champagne from a server passing them by. “Why don’t you put me out of my misery and blow me.” An old woman who had been standing near them gasped in surprise and Azriel gulped down his entire drink.

Cassian just smiled apologetically at the woman and glared at Azriel. “I don’t swing that way Batman.”

Azriel had been observing the patrons around him when Cassian nudged him again. Azriel gave him an irritated glare. “There’s our guy.”

Azriel looked up to find Lucien Vanserra walking towards him, but that wasn’t the major shock. No, what caused Azriel to freeze in his place was the little boy walking behind Lucien who looked exactly like Azriel had when he was a kid.

Azriel kept staring at the kid as he walked in his direction. Finally he snapped out of his daze when Lucien Vanserra stood in front of him, blocking his view of the kid.

Lucien noticed the glare he was getting and raised his hands in surrender. “Do not take this out on me.” Azriel was about to lunge forward when Cassian held him back. “And don’t make a scene.” Lucien added.

“Vanserra…” Cassian warned.

Lucien sighed. “Look, this isn’t something that I should be telling you, okay? I’ve made your job easier by already having the kid whom I’ll hand over to you when you leave. You need answers, you ask his mother.” After a pause, Lucien looked straight into Azriel’s eyes. “But promise me, you won’t hurt her, hurt them. And listen to her side of the story, okay?”

Azriel continued glaring at the man as Cassian knelt down to talk to the little boy.

“Hey! I’m Cassian Knight, what’s your name?” Cassian held his hand out. The boy looked towards Lucien, who nodded slightly. The boy smiled and grabbed Cassian’s hand.

“My name is Daemon Archeron and I am 10 years old.” He shook his head and then added. “Well nine years and ten months, actually.”

Archeron. Fucking Archeron.

Cassian smiled at the kid, talking about the ball. Azriel was floored at the boy’s name. He left the group to go directly towards the bar. He ordered a whisky which he gulped down and asked for another, his hand clenching around the glass tightly.

It was a cold winter day, the last before christmas break. The final period before school was shut for three weeks. All the highschoolers were anxious, waiting for the bell to ring.

“Alright kids, I know you’re all eager to be let out of this ‘cage' ” The teacher started, “But before that, I have a tiny project for you.” All the kids groaned, including Elain which was unexpected. Azriel turned around to look at her with a raised brow and she narrowed his eyes at him.

“What? I’m just excited for break.” She answered innocently. Azriel held back a laugh as he knew exactly why Elain was excited. Both of them, along with her sisters and his brothers, were going to spend the time out at Rhys’ mother’s cabin.

“It’s a small project. I promise.” Their teacher continued. “You just have to think of what your perfect future would be. Write a small paragraph describing it.”

Azriel glanced back at Elain suggestively, who blushed at his insinuation.

After class finally got over, Elain told Azriel what she wrote down. “Well, my perfect future is where I am a doctor, you are doing whatever makes you happy and we are together.”

“Really?” Azriel asked.

Elain shrugged. “Well, there might have been a bit more, where I went on to describe the exact kind of house we have,” She walked forward and turned around towards Azriel, continuing to walk backward. “Which will obviously be on one of the most beautiful beaches in Adriata.”

“Obviously.” Azriel echoed.

“And, there may or may not have been an Aston Martin involved.”

Azriel shook his head. “What is it with your obsession with Aston Martin?”

Elain’s eyes widened. “Other than the fact that their cars are amazing?” She stopped as Azriel cocked his head to the side. “Fine,” She grumbled. “It was Edward’s car and now I’m obsessed.” Azriel laughed at her. “Just be glad that my Selena Gomez shrine is not going to be in our bedroom.”

Azriel continued walking to his car where he took Elain’s bag from her and placed it in the back seat after opening her door for her.

“Something tells me I shouldn’t let you open doors for me as it’s not very feminist. But then I look at that backside of yours and I ignore that voice.” Elain said as Azriel sat inside his car.

“Wow, so I’m just a piece of ass, huh?” Elain shrugged and laughed at Azriel’s expression.

“So,” Elain started as they were on their way. “What did you write down?”

“Nothing much. Almost the same as you. You’re a doctor, neurosurgeon to be specific, because we both know you love picking other’s brains.” Elain gasped dramatically. “I would probably be doing something either math related or something to do with computers. And we’d live in a nice comfortable house. And yes, an Aston Martin, which I probably would’ve gifted you,” Elain added a ‘Doubtful’ which Azriel ignored. “But it won’t be a sports car type. It would be one safe enough for Daemon.”

“Salvatore?” Elain asked questioningly.

Azriel gently flicked her bangs as he parked. “No dumbass, our son. Daemon.” He looked at Elain before adding, “Or any other name you like, but I’m partial to that name. For a boy. Don’t want our daughter to end up with a name like Daemon you know-” Elain had pulled him towards her and gave him a deep kiss.

“I love it.” She whispered with a smile. “But if it’s a girl, I choose, okay?”

He leaned his head on hers and kissed her. “Okay” He kissed her again. “Stefanie sounds nice though.”

Elain groaned. “I knew it.” Both of them laughed as they continued kissing each other.

“He’s a great kid, you know.” Azriel came back to reality as Lucien sat down beside him. Azriel slumped down in his chair, releasing his death grip on his glass.

“He’s mine?” Azriel asked in disbelief. Lucien nodded. “Does she still hate me?”

He gave Azriel a wistful look. “Only she can tell you that.”

“She’s gonna hate me more after today, isn’t she?”

He patted Azriel on the back and went back to where Daemon and Cassian were still conversing.

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Elain walked into the great hall where the ball was being held. There was a huge chandelier hanging in the middle of the room. Just under the chandelier there was space left for people to dance. In the corner of the room, there was a chocolate fountain along with a stack of champagne flutes. There were various tables set out and two bars each on the opposite corner of the room.

She looked around to find Graysen standing amongst a group of men. Graysen caught her eye and beckoned her over.

“Aah, Elain sweetheart. Thank you so much for joining us!” Graysen said overenthusiastically. Elain tried not to roll her eyes as he placed a kiss on her cheek. “Gentleman, I want you all to meet Elain Archeron, my fiancée.” All the old men raised their glasses in greeting and Elain smiled shyly.

“You never told us how beautiful your fiancée is, Graysen.” An old man lightly reprimanded Graysen.

Graysen looked at Elain with affection. “Sometimes I can’t fathom how beautiful she is and thank God for giving me a chance with her.” Elain tried to return the affection as she moved closer to Graysen.

A man wearing a beige suit asked, “What is it that you do?”

Elain was about to answer when Graysen spoke up. “Oh, she’s completing her residency. A neurologist.”

“A neurosurgeon, actually.” Elain said.

Graysen looked at Elain before smiling. “Ah, well doesn’t make much difference, does it.”

The man who asked the question was laughing. “Graysen, you better keep up, wouldn’t want everyone to know your wife’s smarter than you are.” The other men also started laughing. Graysen tightened his hold on Elain’s waist and she squirmed uncomfortably.

“Why don’t you go sit with everyone else’s wives?” He whispered in her ear. Elain knew it was a dismissal and smiled at the men before taking her leave.

Elain, however, did not go to the wives’ table, instead she went to the bar and ordered a Jack Daniel’s for herself. Elain looked around the room and saw Daemon and Lucien standing with two other men whose backs were turned towards her. She seemed to think there was something very familiar with the two but before she could guess further a hand came and grabbed her glass.

“What the hell!” She stood up, only to find Graysen glaring at her. “Why’d you take my drink?”

“I don’t need you drunk at this, okay. You need to be level headed if you want to be seen at my side.” He answered.

Elain was about to argue when she felt the presence of another behind her.

“Let the girl enjoy her drink, Graysen.” Behind her, an old man with dark hair and dark eyes smirked at Graysen. Elain looked towards Graysen who had slightly paled.

“I didn’t know you were attending today. I thought Rhys was sending one of his representatives.” He said as his voice shook.

Elain felt slightly queasy as she realized who that man might be. “My son and I don’t exactly share our social calendars, something I’m sure you would relate to.” The man looked at Elain. “Won’t you introduce me?”

“Sir, this is my fiancée, Elain Archeron. Elain, this is Mr. Knight. He own’s Knight enterprises.”

“Well, to be frank my sons keep it going. I’ve just lent them my name.” Mr. Knight added with a smile that rivaled Rhysand’s.

“It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Knight.” Elain said, shaking his hand.

Mr. Knight gripped her hand tighter. “Archeron, huh? Both of my daughter-in-laws are Archeons. Any relation?”

Elain let out a chuckle. “I’m pretty sure you’re talking about my sisters, Nesta and Feyre.”

Mr. Knight smiled at Elain and something in it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. “Well, good luck Graysen.” He patted him on the shoulder. “And you too Elain. You never know when you might need it.” He raised his champagne flute and stalked away from them.

Graysen grabbed Elain’s shoulders. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me that both of your sisters were married to the Knight family?”

Elain’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know until yesterday! We were close to the Knight family but you know well enough I haven’t actually talked to my sisters for the past ten years.”

Graysen tightened his hold on her. “The Knight family is fucking important. They are the ones that would be willing to do anything for power, including hurt you and Daemon.”

“Why would they hurt us?”Elain asked as she tried to get out of his hold. “What just because you might be rivals in business?”

“No. Rhysand might think he has the world fooled by keeping up with the clean act but everyone knows it’s a cover. At least his COO doesn’t pretend he’s not dangerous. He’s the one you need to stay away from. Azriel Knight has no limits when it comes to giving pain.”

Elain stood shocked. “Azriel Knight?”

“Yeah, why, you know him too?” He let go of her shoulders.

Elain shook her head. “No. I don’t know who Azriel Knight is.”

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Azriel was on his fourth drink when he got a message from Rhys asking about the mission. After that there was another one that instructed him to take the girl and kid to their winter cabin in the mountains. Azriel slammed his phone down on the counter in annoyance.

He just knew that Rhys would’ve probably known everything, yet still, he chose to send Azriel in blind.

He hadn’t seen Cassian since he had left him with Daemon. His son. Azriel still couldn’t believe it was possible. Another thought crashed into him. Elain would’ve been pregnant when she had left. She probably had been all alone during the time she needed the most support. He couldn’t imagine how Elain must’ve felt to be all alone in a new place, pregnant with the child of the man she hated.

Azriel looked around the room when he finally saw her. Elain Archeron. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in her blue dress. She was talking to a group of females and was smiling at something they said.

Azriel gulped as he took her in. He couldn’t believe that after ten years they were finally in the same room and they couldn’t be with each other.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” A voice came from beside him, causing him to stiffen in his seat. He turned to look at his adoptive father nursing his own glass, his eyes stuck on Elain.

“Good evening Sir. I didn’t know you were still in Velaris.” Azriel mentioned quietly. There were few who got to call him by his name and Azriel and his brothers had not been one of them.

“You might be incharge of a lot of things now boy, but I won’t dictate my comings and goings to you.” He answered sourly. “I always thought that it would be Rhys who would lose his heart in love.” He mused. “Cassian was more likely to get kicked in the balls. But you, I never expected you to be the prey of love.”

Azriel didn’t move a muscle not wanting to give away anything. “What is it in that Archeron beauty that has you Knight men trapped?”

“She’s just an assignment.” Azriel managed to utter. “I’m not 17 anymore. I know better.”

“See that you do.” Azriel’s adoptive father got up with that and went back to the crowd, where people had started dancing. Azriel couldn’t help but wonder if he had just been threatened.

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Elain had been sitting at a table filled with housewives and gossip queens when Lucien showed up beside her. He offered his hand. “May I have this dance?” All the other ladies at the table giggled like little girls.

Elain made a face but took his hand and he led them towards the dance floor. They found an empty spot and started dancing to the music.

“Where's Daemon?” She asked softly, looking around.

“Oh, he’s running around, wreaking havoc.” Elain gave him a stern look and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, he won’t do anything. He’s in safe hands.”

“And whose hands would those be?”

“A friend of mine.” He answered evading. Elain was about to ask more when Lucien spun her around and let go of her completely. She was about to trip when someone caught a hold of her.

She looked up at the person who helped her but stopped at the sight of mysterious hazel eyes. He pulled her closer to him, gripping her waist tightly as he started swaying them to the beat of the music. He smelled like night chilled mist and cedar. Exactly how he used to smell ten years ago.

Elain was too dumbstruck to speak. His hazel eyes looked into hers, as if searching for an answer to an unsolvable question. Without realizing, both of them moved closer to each other, more than appropriate during a dance.

She moved her hand down from his shoulder, touching his arms. She dared herself to speak. “Azriel?” It was so soft, she didn’t think he even heard her. But he inhaled sharply, as if he were in pain.

Elain moved to get away from him, lifting her hands off of him. He didn’t let go, though, his hazel eyes still pouring into hers. She felt her heart beat increasing and it got difficult to breathe.

Suddenly a loud sound rings through the area. At first there was complete silence, when suddenly a man behind Elain fell to the floor and she saw a bloodstain forming on his shirt.

That was when the screams started.

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The sound of the bullet brought Azriel out of his trance. “Shit.” He muttered as he saw the man drop to the floor. He looked up and saw panic forming on Elain’s face.

He grabbed her forearm and rushed her away as more gunshots rang through the room.

“No, let go of me! I have to get Dae-” She broke in between and glanced at Azriel before trying to escape him.

“Stop, Elain!” He whirled her around to face him, grabbing her by her shoulders. “Elain listen to me! He’s safe, okay.” When he saw she wasn’t pacified, he looked at her solemnly. “I promise he is safe. I’m taking you to him, okay.”

Elain nodded after slight hesitation.

“What are you doing here?” She asked when they reached near the parked cars.

Azriel was saved from answering as a blur rushed past him and grabbed onto Elain. “Mom, where were you? What’s happening?” The little boy asked frantically.

More screams came from inside and Azriel shared a look with Cassian. “Take both of them to the car and if I don’t come back in ten minutes, drive off without me, okay?”

“We are not leaving without you. Just hurry up.” Cassian told him. “I’ll ensure that Elain and the kid are safe.”

“What? No, I need to go to Graysen. And Lucien.” Elain started protesting. Azriel shot Cassian a look who nodded in return, grabbing Elain’s hand tightly and pulling her away with him. As soon as they were out of sight, Azriel rushed back inside the ball room.

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“Cassian what the fuck is going on?!” Elain shouted as Cassian dragged her away from the commotion.

“Elle-belle, you know I love you, but would you please just stop struggling!” Cassian exclaimed as he kept tripping over and prevented Elain from running away.

Finally, they reached the car and Cassian opened the door before pushing Elain inside. From the other side, Daemon obediently sat inside.

Cassian gave her a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry.” Then he slammed the door and locked it.

Elain widened her eyes and tried to open the door which wouldn’t budge, even after unlocking.

“CASSIAN KNIGHT DON’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME HERE!” She kept banging the door but Cassian shrugged before running to where Azriel had gone. Elain screamed once again before giving up.

“It’s not gonna work, mommy. He probably used the child lock.” Daemon spoke from beside her. Elain sighed as she remembered her son was also stuck with her. She looked at him, who was smiling reassuringly. “But don’t worry, I don’t think Uncle Cass is gonna hurt us.”

“Uncle Cass?” She questioned.

Daemon grinned. “Yeah. Uncle Lu introduced me. And then he told me to call him Uncle Cass instead of Mr. Knight.” He then frowned slightly. “But who are these men? Especially the other? You seemed to know them.”

Elain hugged her son. “Daemon, I know this is all very confusing, but I need to tell you something. I have two sisters, and Uncle Cass is married to the elder one.”

Daemon looked up from where he had rested his head, “Really?”

Elain nodded. “Yeah. And the other man, he was a very special friend of mine.” She cupped his face between her hands, tears streaming down her face. “He’s your father Dae, Azriel Knight is your father.”

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Inside was complete chaos. People were running here and there, pushing and tripping each other, all just to reach the exit.

Azriel pushed past the people and finally managed to get inside the hall. He found cover behind the bar and looked around for any attackers.

He peeked at the room where things had considerably become quiet. Suddenly a bottle behind him burst. He instantly ducked back.

Azriel looked around him to find something useful when he found a silver serving tray. He raised it slightly to look at the position of the person shooting at him.

He saw the person reloading his gun and took advantage of the distraction. He aimed and shot the attacker directly in the head. He rushed towards the man, checking his pockets for anything.

Azriel found a wallet and was about to inspect it when heard the sound of a gun cocking against the back of his head.

“Drop your gun and get up.” The man said in a slight accent.

Azriel raised his hands and stood up slowly. He turned around to face the man who was smirking at him.

“Who sent you here?” Azriel asked.

“What matters is, Azriel Knight, is that we’re going to ruin you and no one will be able to stop us. First we’ll get your pretty girl, then your son and then every single one of your brothers. The real ones and the adopted ones.”

A gunshot rang through the room and the man in front of Azriel slumped down.

“Took you long enough.” Azriel remarked.

Cassian put his pistol back in his blazer pocket. “Yeah, well your precious cargo was feeling particularly stubborn.”

Azriel glared at him before he quickly checked the second man and found an iPhone along with a burner phone. He also remembered to grab the wallet he found from the first man. He pocketed both and ran out of the hall towards the parked car area.

Cassian threw the car keys back at Azriel as he sat in the passenger’s seat. Azriel rushed into the driver’s seat and found Elain sitting behind with the kid leaning on her, observing Azriel quietly. He got in and drove away before any authorities showed up.

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An hour into their journey, Elain finally spoke up for the first time. “Where are you taking us?” She whispered it as Daemon had fallen asleep beside her. She looked ahead and saw that Cassian was asleep as well.

“We’re going to our winter cabin.” Azriel answered, not looking back at her.

Elain’s eyes widened at the mention of the winter cabin. It was Rhysand’s mother’s cabin and they would usually spend their winter vacations there. It was also where they had always celebrated Azriel’s birthday.

She glanced down at her hand where Graysen’s ring rested. Ten years ago, Azriel’s ring had been in its place.

She cleared her throat and avoided looking at Azriel. “Why are we going there?”

“To keep you safe.”

“From what?”

“I don’t know.” He answered unhelpfully, taking a turn and stopping the car. Elain looked outside to see the cabin, already lit up from inside. She had a sneaking suspicion that she knew what would be waiting inside for her. She also knew that she was not prepared for it at all.

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Let me know what you think!

Next Chapter - 18th November

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owlsinathens · 2 years ago

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So, I watched HotD last night.

- I love how everyone was freaking out on twitter over Matt Smith stealing Viserys' wig - all for nothing. He stole Legolas'.

- Also you know how orcs have once been elves that were tortured and mutilated until they became orcs? Daemon looks like he's been stuck somewhere in the middle of the process. Those white eyebrows. Ffs.

- Balerion's skull gets bigger everytime it's on screen. Two more appearances and it's too big for my screen.

- Was that a heart tree? I thought KL had a ginormous oak tree? I might be wrong.

- It's so amazing to see the sceneries again, I squealed a lot. Good vibes 🥰

- I love Eve Best as Rhaenys so far. Gods I hope we'll have some badass scenes of her riding Meleys. Also love Corlys Velaryon's look, so awesome. No idea why so much fuss was made about that.

- The dragons. The dragons. The dragons. I might be a base bitch but. Dragons. Syrax waiting for Rhaenyra to give the command then coming down to flambee the pyre was so good.

- Daemon's tourney armour looks amazing. Maybe because it covers so much of his head.

- I am SO interested how they'll play put the Alicent-Rhaenyra conflict. The colours already play into it and I'm very excited. So far I liked their relationship.

- I so hope to see Dalton Greyjoy at some point!!!

- Damn that throne room looks dangerous 😳 But I couldn't help a chuckle when Viserys cuts himself yet again 🤦🏻‍♀️ masochists, all of them

- The outfit Rhaenyra wore at the end is so gorgeous. It reminded me of something but I have yet to figure out what

- Graham McTavish ♥️ Is it weird that I recognized him by his ears?

- Hubby (disinterestedly watching with me): wow what's this huge building in KL, that wasn't there in GoT, is that a mistake? Cue me screeching louder than Caraxes, DRAGONPIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!! (hubby: wasn't that a ruin? 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️)

- Hubby also thought Young Rhaenyra is a copy of Daenerys, but I have to say they did a good job at NOT doing that. Also this comes from the same guy who then said Young Alicent is a Sansa copy. Completely face-blind. He had a lot of fun laughing at the various Targ wigs though.

- Long night was mentioned and I couldn't help but snort. Don't worry, you guys, that gets resolved in like 10 minutes once it happens. No biggie. (Thanks again, D&D)

Conclusion: I like it more than I thought. It's good to be back in that world. It feels good. I'm not that invested yet, but I think I could be. No ship hit me so far either, but then it took 2 rewatches, 7 seasons and 1 beach scene until the Greysnow hit me, so I'm holding out for now.

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers

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mytwilightimagines13 · 4 years ago

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Amnesia (Book Three)(Part One)

Proposal

Ten years it has been. And Maeryn found that being a vampire surely meant that time mostly stood still. Life was quite easy in Volterra, with the occasional mission. Maeryn mostly spend her days with Jane and Alec or in the library, reading every book there was. The masters had taken it upon themselves to teach Maeryn in different subjects such as the study of different languages, both modern and ancient and of course the history as it actually happened, with the vampire interferences. “And that is how the Roman Imperium fell.” Caius finished. Maeryn had listened to his story with upper concentration and fascination. It was her favourite time period in the history and it was amazing that Caius could tell her exactly how everything was in that time period. “Thank you, Master Caius. It was once again most interesting to hear the history from your point of view.” Maeryn said. Caius gave her a very, very rare smile. “My pleasure child. Now, go on. I still have many things to do.” He said. Maeryn bowed and quickly made her way out of his study towards her room. On her way she was grabbed and pushed against the wall. Maeryn was ready to attack whoever had the nerve to push her against a wall until she felt a pair of all too familiar lips upon hers. Maeryn smiled and wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck and let her fingers roam through his brown locks. Soon his lips moved from hers towards her neck. “Missed me that much huh? It has only been a few hours.” She whispered as she bit her lip. “Even a second away from you feels like a century.” He whispered against her neck. Maeryn rolled her eyes but could not help the smile that was forming on her lips. “You are such a drama queen.” She said as she gently pushed him away. Alec chuckled and pecked her lips lightly before grabbing her hand and walking through the door of her room. Maeryn pulled her hair out of her ponytail and let her natural curls hang loose while Alec walked towards her CD collection. He picked up a Metallica CD and frowned slightly. “Yes?” she asked, knowing him well enough to know he wanted to share his opinion with her. “Why do you listen to this? It’s just sound.” Alec said looking at the track list on the back of the CD. “Hey! Do not insult one of the most amazing bands there is! Besides, I am pretty sure if Mozart had speakers and amps, metal and rock music would have been born ages ago, as with classic music everything had to become more complicated and louder as possibly could.” Maeryn said as she snatched the CD out of his hands before putting it back on the shelf. “I am afraid I will have to agree with you on that.” Alec said before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards the bed. “Now, we got twelve hours to fill before Heidi arrives with our dinner. What to do?” he asked with a playful grin around his lips. “Hmm. I know a thing or two we can try.” Maeryn said, giving him a wink before gently kissing him on his lips… “That was a nice catch, Heidi.” Maeryn said after dinner was over. “Yes, they were rather juicy.” Heidi said grinning proudly. As Maeryn was making her way out of the throne room, Daemon along with some members of his gang walked in, ready to dispose of the bodies and clean up the room. Maeryn smiled kindly at him. “Hello Daemon.” “Good afternoon, Maeryn.” Daemon said as he slightly bowed for her. Maeryn rolled her eyes slightly but knew this was a formality he had to do, seeing as she was a vampire and superior to him. “How is the café doing?” Maeryn asked. Adolfo and Agnella both passed away three years ago, shortly after one another, and since then Daemon owned the café. “Business is booming. Many tourists love it and we even are able to expand the café. The dress shop next to it has gone bankrupt and we could buy it for a gentle price.” Maeryn smiled at the news. “That is very good to hear. How are the wife and kids?” Maeryn asked. Daemon married about five years ago to a beautiful redhead names Angel. And together they had a twin, a boy and a girl named Danny and Sandy. “They are all doing great.

Sandy is slowly taking her first steps and Danny said his first word yesterday. Although Angel and I are debating whether he said dada or mamma.” He said, Maeryn chuckled. “And what about you? Did Alec pop the question yet? I mean, mentioned a few months ago that you were ready if he would ask you.” “Not yet, but honestly it is Alec who wants to get married. It is what was usual in his era. And seeing as I am his forever, why not also make that commitment on paper and with golden rings.” Maeryn said jokingly. Daemon chuckled. “But on a serious note, no. He hasn’t asked me yet. But then again, we have forever, so no rush.” “That is true. Anyway, I better help the guys clean up. You guys have been quite messy today.” Daemon said before walking to the middle of the throne room, helping his mates to clean up the mess the vampires had left behind. Jane came skipping towards Maeryn, a happy grin plastered on her face. “Hello Jane, you seem joyful today. Did something, or someone, happen to you?” Maeryn asked. Jane rolled her eyes at Maeryn’s comment. Ever since the encounter ten years ago, Alec and Maeryn had been waiting for Jane to also find her mate, but Jane wanted nothing of it. She was happily single and had no intention of changing that anytime soon. “No. But Alec gave me the task of making you look pretty so come on. I already bought you a few new outfits and yes you have to fit them all.” Jane said as she grabbed Maeryn’s hand and dragged her to her room. “Please not another fifty outfits like the last time?” Maeryn asked horrified. “Nah, I got you forty-nine. Now come on.” Jane said as she closed the door behind her and gave Maeryn a few different dresses, jeans, shirts and shoes. Maeryn sighed softly but let Jane do what Jane loved to do. After all, what harm can it do, plus it makes her happy, Maeryn thought as she walked into the bathroom to change. “Aaaaand I am done! My masterpiece is a fact. Live my dear! Live!” Jane said. “Watched the monster of Frankenstein again, have you huh?” Maeryn asked. Jane gave her a goofy grin. “Yup. Now go look into the mirror.” She said as she pushed Maeryn towards the mirror. Maeryn was astonished. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a beautiful, dark blue dress that reached just below her knees and it was decorated with different stones. A matching pair of dark blue heels accompanied her dress. Her hair was in her natural loose curls and a small, with pearls decorated hair clip held one side of her hair backwards. Her makeup was light and subtle, and in her ears, golden earrings with a ruby decorated shined in her earlobes. “You have surely outdone yourself Jane. It is beautiful.” Maeryn said. “Good. Now go on. Alec is waiting for you in the garden. Have fun!” Jane said with a knowingly smile. Maeryn chuckled and made her way towards the rose garden. The garden where Alec and her shared their very first kiss. The garden where she found out what he truly was, yet she loved him when he said that, and she still loved him now that she was a vampire herself. The rose garden was filled with an endless sea of candle light, and on the very bench where they shared their first kiss, sat Alec. His hair all neat, and wearing his best tuxedo. Once Maeryn came into his view, a bright smile reached his lips and as soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her close by her waist and kissed her softly, as if this kiss could be their last. Maeryn smiled and held onto his arms, kissing back. “You look absolutely stunning. Jane has outdone herself.” He whispered against her lips. Maeryn smiled. “She sure has.” Alec smiled and sat down, pulling her gently besides him while pouring both of them a glass of AB. They both took a small sip and watched as the small village of Volterra slowly grew quiet and the full moon lit up their faces and the garden. The hadn’t said much. Alec held onto her hand this whole time but he seemed slightly nervous. Although Maeryn couldn’t figure out why. “Maeryn?” Alec suddenly said, breaking the silence of the night. Maeryn looked up at him. “Yes, my

love?” “Before we went on our first holiday, I asked Adolfo and Agnella a very important question. I asked them for your hand. Now it has been eleven years since I asked them the question, and three since they both passed away. We have been together for almost twelve years and I can no longer wait.” He stood up, grabbed a small box from his pocked and sat down on one knee. “Maeryn, my love, my life. You are the sunshine in my life. Before you my life was a dark pit, with barely any love in it. We are bounded by our mate bond. But I also wish to be bound to you by marriage. I want to be able to call myself your husband, but most importantly, I want to be able to call you my wife. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?” he asked, never breaking eye contact as he opened the box. Inside laid a beautiful silver sing. It was decorated with three stones. One larger white diamond accompanied by two smaller rubies on both side of the diamond. Maeryn smiled and felt tears of happiness burn behind her eyes. She kissed him gently, but with a lot of passion. “Yes. I wouldn’t want anything else.” She whispered against his lips. Alec smiled and gently slid the ring onto her finger before kissing her passionately. And both Maeryn and Alec where floating in their own bubble of luck and happiness.

#alec volturi #volturi #volturi imagine #twilight imagine #twilight

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megashadowdragon · 6 years ago

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some of the comments in the YouTube comment section

“So in other words slut shaming is wrong in real life but completely ok in fiction. Kinda shows what these people truly think about themselves and their scantily dressed sisters.” “ Wait a minute an sjw is attacking my girl velvet? Oh boy, I could make a huge thesis paper on why this person's claims just doesn't work but all I'll say is just because velvet is dressed the way she is it doesn't make her in any way weak at all. Moreover it's the fact that she is still a strong woman regardless of her fashion sense. Her journey her struggles and her character development were all the things that bundled up into the reasons why I love her so much as a female lead and as a character “

“ Thanks once again for protecting our waifus form out of control censors and rabid sjw feminists you are the best. All these girls looks beautiful, powerful and unique compared to their boring and outright puritan designs we she in western games. Have you seen the female fighters in MK11 they all wear burqas just with different colors so unimaginative... “

“What kind of Catch 22 nonsense is this? So if a female character is made by a man then it's shameful because it's appealing to the male gaze. But if it's made by a woman then it's internalized misogyny and still appealing to the male gaze. It would be nice if they pick which is fine and what isn't. So the ideal solution is to just not have female characters and just have male characters, but then it would be seen as sexist to not include female characters. You literally cannot win.Show less” “ "She didn't choose the outfit, the creator did" No shit “

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Funny story: “High heels” as we call them today where originally designed to be worn by Nobles (mainly MEN) while riding on hose back. They where never meant to be worn as walking shoes by anyone, regardless of gender, even less so as dress shoes. The where never originally designed to support a person’s weight. The long heels where used in the same way as a cowboy would use the spurs on their boots, its one of the reasons they’re so sharp.

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“ Femininity is in part defined by both what men want from women and what women are willingly to do. Generally speaking women want to be beautiful and men want women that way too. It seems to me that these feminist believe feminine beauty is only for men when it's convenient for them. When it's their clothing it's "sex positive" and empowerering when it's animated characters it's "internalized misogyny". It's a double standard that they use like a weapon. Ps. One that occasionally works. Like when Hi-rez covered up Furia's thighs because of complaints. “

“ Fictional characters having no real-world agency has to be the biggest non-argument I've seen and is definitive proof that these losers know they have nothing to complain about, and are just doing it because they need to complain about something to make themselves feel good, but complaining about real issues is too hard apparently. Going by the logic of fictional character having no real-world agency, it's wrong to make any character anything because the fictional character has no say in the matter. They can't be an orphan, a female, an [insert race here], [insert sexual preference here], etc. Heck, or even existing in the first place!

“ Actually Velvet's clothes kinda reflect her state of mind. The tattered state signifies her broken condition while the red and black colours allude to how she has become a violent daemon who only wants revenge against Artorius. But it's not just her clothing that fits her character but that of the other characters in the game as well. Aside from the obvious main characters, I noticed a theme with the uniform of the Abbey high ups. The less the person values emotions, the less colors he has other than the standard white and gold. We see Artorius mostly lacking any other colour other than the white and gold while Teresa and Oscar have little more. Laphicet has more blue and a collar (can signify his enslavement) while Eleanor wears clothes that are mostly blue with little white. And finally with Shigure, his colors are a contrast as he merely fights for the Abbey because he feels like it and not because he is committed to its ideals. Coming back to Velvet, I consider her to be one of the best designed female characters in fictional media. Not only does she possess traits that make her an empowering female character but she also has a decent amount of other likeable traits as well. On top of that, she is not devoid of human flaws like how she is so obsessed with her revenge that she does not care much about anything else, leading to situations like when Phi was forced to open a portal to the leylines or how Innominat almost made her sink into despair. Overall a good character who is also quite human. And this in turn actually fits the themes of human morality in the story really well. While people criticise the slow starting part of the game, it actually serves the purpose of showing us how circumstances changed Velvet from a sweet top waifu material to someone akin to a genderbent Guts/Edmond Dantes. Then as the story progresses, we see her acting like a villain but still root for her because we know what she has been through. Then because of Phi, we do learn that her human side still remained within her and later Phi is able to help her. In the end, she kills Artorious not out of revenge motivated by pure hatred but because the Shepard had lost sight of his own self and ideals. I noticed that most of the "maxims" Artorius talks about don't exactly feel like maxims when you compare them with Immanuel Kant's philosophy (someone who Artorius seems to follow quite a bit as Kant considers actions driven by principles to be moral instead of those driven by emotions, which he considers irrational) as they have a definite condition/purpose behind them (such as controlling emotions IN ORDER TO control the tide of battle.). From what I read about the Maxim's Kant Spoke of, those maxims were supposed to be unconditional i.e general truth like do good. So we see that Arthur's maxims have conditions which contradicts Kant's definition. Except one. Don't despair. The same one Velvet reminds Artorius as she stabs him. In the end Arthur actually became more of an act utilitarian in his wish to create a peaceful world by removing emotions. That's some really amazing writing right there. Makes me glad I got this game and made me more interested in the Tales series. Hopefully we can see Velvet and Phi reunited in Crestoria. He deserves to be with her far more than Sieg deserves to be with Jeanne. “

#tales of berseria #video games #games

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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 3 years ago

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YESSSSS!!!! 😳😍 Damian and Kon with the sick burns! (Daemon Dog Face off for Raven…? hmmm😏) Also is that Damian outfit the one I think it is? 😏😁They look absolutely AMAZING!!!🥺🥺 Love this so much and you, you talented thing you! 😆

I say many frenemy opportunities were missed when the dcamu skipped a third TT movie 🙃

oh and look at me, wow, drawing other characters!

(guess the anime I got these scene ideas from🤓)

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nathilustra · 7 years ago

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My thoughts on Eldarya ep 17

I always take a while to play recent episodes because they ALWAYS comes out glitchy af, so yeah, i only got around playing it this afternoon.

- That moment between Guardi, Chrome and Karenn was heartwarming and I absolutely love it. Bring me more cute moments like this, pls

- I hope they adress whatever made Karenn feel bad before this scene in a future episode. You can’t just tease something serious and pretend nothing happened afterwards, y’all

- I like the idea of the festival, but it really sounds stupid how they are trowing huge parties for no reason and wasting their oh-so-precious food. Personally, I think it would have been more belieavable if they had stated it was a holiday, for example, celebrating the Eel Guard alliance with other villages (and said festival almost got canceled because Balenvia wanted to leave the alliance on the previous episode). Just my two cents here

- The games were fun and Valkyon’s route seems to be the best fitting for this episode.

- Don’t get me wrong. Valkyon’s date was AMAZING. It was cute, sweet, wholesome and cleaned my acne. BUT, I still think it’s too early for guardienne to be acting this lovey dovey towards someone who destroyed her life and sexually assaulted her. Have been this episode taken place in a more distant point in the future, I would have no problem with the romantic bits.

- Speaking of which, i don’t care if it’s pure fanservice. I love that scene with Leiftan if you pick the library job. Give. Me. MORE.

- The outfit Purrirry sells to us is BEAUTIFUL. And I didn’t notice it before, but I love Purrirry. She got her own sense of humor and I found myself chuckling at all her lines.

- Naytili’s design is absolute ass. I cannot express enough how much I dislike her design. It’s a clogged mess filled with ridiculous accessories, belts, ugly colors (MAGENTA MUST BE BANNED FROM EXISTENCE!) and I can’t even understand what race she was suposed to be. Does it hurts THAT MUCH to make an Eldarya character that is not just a regular human wearing a very awkward cosplay??

- The mind training was cool, but I just think it shouldn’t have dragged for this long. It was obviously meant to be a section made for you to spend a unecessary ammount of maanas

- Oh. MY GOD. Who the fuck wrote the whole segment of Miiko’s mind field? It was RIDICULOUS. It was CHEAP EMOTIONAL VALUE. The writers just decided to shove a tragic past filled with sobbing losses in order to make us feel bad about her. I ain’t buying that, m’am. I don’t give a fuck about her tragic flashback about not having enough tales and her parents behaving like cartoony disney villains!

- Yeah, Miiko is oficially a Mary Sue. Ever heard of that Mary Sue trope were a person is raped, Mary Sue witness it and people are more concerned about Mary Sue witnessing that than the goddamn VICTIM?? Well, that’s what happened on the third flashback. Valkyon lost his BROTHER, his only family, but the scene was written to make us feel bad about MIIKO instead, just because she lost her pweacious crush. Wow, groundbreaking.

- Again, stop forcing me to find a character likeable just by shoving the biggest ammount of tragic past possible. Actions speaks louder than words and I’m onee bitter bitch. If she wants to redeem herself for her shitty actions, fine, but shitty flashbacks about her hurt fee-fees ARE NOT THE WAY TO MAKE HER REDEEM HERSELF. It’s cheap and a lazy way of buying the players’ reactions.

- Naytili is actually not that shitty as a villain! Sure, her dialogue is pretty awkward and we still don’t know her motivations. But she represented a real threat, put up a good fight against the guard leaders and I got really satisfied with her being punched in the face <3

- It’s kinda dumb for the leader of a stealh-based guard to be ambushed, but since he got rid of her easily and even bit her neck, I forgive the writers in this case.

- Daemon Leiftan, yaaaaaaas, I have been waiting so long to see this moment! His daemon sprite is ugly af, but oh well, the image was pretty.

So, in conclusion, it was a good episode! It had tense moments, funny moments and the plot wasn’t a complete mess. I’m also happy about the lore bits we got this time. My biggest problem was with the lazy writing shoving Miiko’s tragic backstory down my throat as a ridiculous way of making me care about her. Spoiler allert: I still don’t care about her and she can die in a fire pit :)

#eldarya #eldarya episode 17

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doneses · 7 years ago

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Final Fantasy Influences in RWBY

So it’s no secret that Monty Oum was a huge fan of the Final Fantasy series. As someone who’s also a huge fan of the series I thought it’d be fun to explore a lot of the things I think RWBY drew inspiration from. There’s not really much of an order to this, just various things I’ve noticed. This is also just my opinion on things so don’t take it too seriously. (I won’t be including stuff from FF15 since that was not out yet at the time RWBY was started and the stuff similar to it are most likely coincidence.I’m also only counting the stuff from the core series as those are the ones I am the most familiar with.)

Gardens/Seed- Academy/Huntsmen & Huntresses

In both FF8, and in RWBY, the main characters start their journeys at an academy that specializes in the training of powerful mercenaries: SeeD and Hunters. They have a similar age range (15-19 in FF8. 17-21 in RWBY), and both schools have rigorous and dangerous exams that the main characters have to survive and pass in the beginning of the story. They both also have a dance in the relatively beginning of the story. They also both have a uniform that the characters wear on occasion.

Shinra Electric Power Company- Schnee Dust Company

Now I actually noticed something neat that I never noticed with Shinra, that they can be abbreviated to SEC, similar to how the Schnee Dust Company is commonly abbreviated to SDC.

In both RWBY and FF7, these two companies are powerful and villainous and have made their fortunes by mining a natural resource that is used for fuel, and to give people magical abilities. Both the SDC and SEC engage in military action (Turks and SOLDIER with the SEC and providing/developing mechs for the Atlesian military for the SDC), and experimenting on monsters (the Armored Gigas in the White trailer being a Geist Grimm experiment according to the manga).

Materia- Dust

It’s a naturally occurring resource in the world that is used to give the characters magical abilities and is crystalline in design. Materia is name dropped by Monty when explaining what Dust is.

AVALANCHE- White Fang

A terrorist group with a white and red banner that has a history of warfare with the evil megacompany of their worlds. Main characters from both series are members (or former) members of the group, and both had/have a large burly man as their leader. Only major difference is AVALANCHE is an eco-terrorist group and presented as heroes while the White Fang are a racial terrorist group and presented as villains.

Crystals- Relics

Four powerful macguffins that the protagonists and antagonists are both after that can give them a ton of power and can change the world.

Al Bhed/Viera- Faunus

Al Bhed are a minority group who face persecution and have a unique genetic trait. In FF10 and in RWBY one of the main characters is secretly of this ethnic group and has to deal with racist behavior from one of their team mates.

Viera are literally bunny girls. While the al bhed have more in common with the faunus in story, the viera are closer in appearance.

Summoning- Schnee Semblence

Now there are a lot of Summoners in FF but Monty was known for his love of FF10 and of Yuna and I think that’s who’s summoning ability Weiss’ abilities are based off of. Yuna is capable of summoning dead spirits that take the form of Aeons and uses them in battle. Weiss, and other Schnees, can summon enemies that they have killed and have them aid in combat. Yuna’s summoning and Weiss’ also seem a lot more of a closer bond then say, Rydia or Eiko’s were or the ones were summoning is just a job class.

Aerith’s Death- Pyrrha’s Death

An extremely shocking and brutal death scene of a beloved female character that is used to spur the protagonists to action and kick start the larger segments of the story.

Sin- Ancient Grimm

Not a lot of similarities, other then they ‘shed‘ smaller enemies and are huge and capable of decimating cities if they want to.

Uncomfortable Laughing Scene

Yeeeeeaaaah, those scenes are cringey. I took from it that Ruby was struggling to keep her composure at seeing something that reminded her of Pyrrha after watching her die and started to laugh obnoxiously to cover up her issues, similar to how Tidus had his uncomfortable laughing scene to cope with his own issues. Or maybe that Ruby scene was meant to be funny and bunny jackets are hilarious, who knows.

Auron- Qrow

Red and gray color scheme, drunks, and a father figure to the main character, alongside using a similar weapon as the character they watch over.

Tifa- Yang

A bare knuckle brawler who’s a childhood friend of the main protagonist, is the team mom, and objectively considered the ‘prettiest‘ character of the main cast. Both are also fans of butt capes, given Yang’s timeskip outfit and Tifa’s Advent Children outfit.

Kefka- Tyrian

Now this one’s a bit of stretch and I really hope they don’t pull a Kefka with Tyrian late on in the story but here we go.

They’re both the insane right hand of the (apparent) big bad of the story, both have a flair for the dramatics (Tyrian’s theatrical behavior during his fight scene and well, just look at Kefka). Both also have an insane laugh and boy do they like to laugh.

Quistis- Glynda

A blonde, glasses wearing combat instructor at a school for specialized mercenaries. Both wield a bdsm style weapon (whip/riding crop) and are proficient mages.

Zidane- Sun

A blonde monkey man who breaks the law a lot, has a sunny personality, and fights alongside a dark haired princess.

Ruby- Iris

Now I said I wasn’t going to bring up FF15 but this is a unique case. I think this is an instance of RWBY serving as inspiration for FF.

FF15 was in production between 2006-2016. Red Trailer came out in 2012, with Vol1 coming out in 2013. RWBY is very popular in Japan, and I don’t know if there is a way to learn when Iris was added to the game’s production.

Iris is the younger sister of the stronk fanservice character of the game, wears black and red, has a red hood, short black hair, is 15 years old, and grows up to be a famous Hunter; a daemon slayer after the time skip. She’s cheery and happy, and has an interest in mechanical things (her fascination with Lestallum and how it’s maintained). Iris is a hopeless romantic and fights with her fists.

Ruby is the younger sister of the stronk fanservice character of the show, wears black and red, has a red hood, short black hair, is 15 years old, and dreams of being a Huntress; a Grimm slayer. She’s happy and bubbly, and is mechanically inclined, alongside loving weaponry. Ruby doesn’t have an interest in romance and can’t fight without a weapon.

Weaponry

Weiss literally uses a gunblade, and Raven has an odachi. But other then that, most of the weapons in RWBY line up more with Lightning’s style of weaponry in FF13; a melee weapon that transforms and can take a gun form and also collapse for easier storage.

Costumes

Both FF and RWBY thrive on amazing looking costumes that are hella impractical and use way too many belts for a rl person to wear. But damn do they not look amazing.

Setting

Both RWBY and (most) FF have a science fantasy setting, with continents that look really silly.

Soundtrack

Both RWBY and FF love their hard rock and piano’s, and have amazing scores and soundtracks.

Fight Choreography

Saying Advent Children was a big influence on Monty would be an understatement. RWBY’s fight scenes are fast paced, hectic, and make gravity and the laws of physics its bitch. This is hard to explain in written format, so I’d recommend watching a fight scene from Advent Children and then compare it to one from RWBY to see what I mean.

Light v Dark Themes

Recurring theme in a lot of the older FF games, the forces of Light against the forces of Darkness. RWBY has the Light and Darkness Brother Gods myth, and they will most likely play a larger role in the future.

Party of Four

FF games traditionally have 4 (or 3) party members and oh hey would you look at that, RWBY has 4 members. Iirc Monty also said he based the team’s fighting styles off of his preferred rpg team line up. (If anyone has figured out what class Ruby is, let me know ^^)

Strong female characters

I think it’d be easier to name FF female characters who aren’t strong in their own ways. And the entire premise of RWBY is four strong women living their lives and stopping evil, alongside the slew of other notable female characters in the show.

Moon

The moon plays an important role in the stories of FF4 and FF8, and although the moon hasn’t done anything of plot importance, the fact it’s shown so frequently in scenes and is a prominent image in RWBY (alongside how its brought up space travel is still being developed in Remnant) I’m pretty sure it will play an important role in the future.

Parent Issues

A lot of the characters in FF have really bad parents, parent issues, or are orphans. A lot of the important characters in RWBY have really terrible parents, and their issues with their parents playing a role in each member of Team RWBY’s personal storylines. Jecht and Tidus’ relationship being the most famous example from FF of a strained child-parent relationship, and given Yang’s obsession and hatred of Raven, it seems the most likely place of inspiration (alongside Raven and Jecht being antagonists and being involved in the Deeper Lore of their respective universes, and of being members of a team with the parents of one of the other main characters).

So yeah, those are my thoughts about all the stuff I‘ve noticed in RWBY that could have been inspired by Final Fantasy. Hope you enjoyed reading this ^^.

RWBY FF style poster done by digitaleva- https://digitaleva.deviantart.com/

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bestfriendforhire · 4 years ago

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Children of BFFH, Entry 68

1:07 a.m. of April twenty-ninth was probably not a special time for very many people globally, though perhaps galactically. Momma Mila might know for certain, but I never bothered to ask her. Grandma Death certainly would know. She quite literally knew everything, such as my tendency to count down the seconds to this time every single year. If most of my friends had a clue the type of things I did yearly… Well, they’d probably cringe, frown, sigh, or make some bad joke, but I was about to have an amazing time!

The moment the clock struck 1:07 a.m. I mentally called out :Grandma Deaaaaaaath!:

She didn’t need the call, of course, but I liked doing it. Before I was even done making the sound, I was floating in a void and shivering, though not with excitement. At my request, Grandma Death let me see her as others saw her for one second each year on my birthday. The sight was… well… I made sure not to eat or drink anything too recently before this time. Even a second of seeing her was enough to send many people to the looney bin permanently. Others had dropped dead at the sight, but I was tough. I wasn’t so tough that I turned down the suuuper warm hug that I received after enduring the sight of the Reaper, but who could be Boss-level tough at eight? He hadn’t been!

“Are you ready?” she asked me, smiling at me in the child-like form she used around Momma Emma.

I nodded excitedly. Moving the moment my changing room appeared around me. Yes, she could have just materialized my costume over me, but what fun is that? I was changing into my very own superhero outfit for the first time ever!

Last year, I had picked a fight with the boss as a birthday present. Though fun, he really didn’t take me seriously at all, partly because I made the mistake of requesting a duel with him at his strongest. How was I supposed to know he could be god-tier at whim?

The year before that had me vacationing on a few different planets with a technically dead version of Momma Emma and a matching aged version of Momma Mila. Sadly, Momma Emma just couldn’t get over how young I was, since she had last seen me… much older. Grandma Death wouldn’t tell me when she dies even on my birthday.

At five, I thought eating a moon-sized sundae would be a good idea… Turns out that even I can’t get myself to eat that much, even with all the time I’d want. For my fourth birthday, I requested a dozen fights with Messy when she wasn’t holding back. Seven-year-old Messy wasn’t willing to fight me all out, so I ended up fighting twenty-three-year-old Messy—the youngest version of her willing to fight me at four—who didn’t even have to concentrate to beat me. Luckily, she took me on an incredible shopping trip afterward!

My first few birthdays weren’t really that extraordinary, since I drastically underestimated what Grandma Death was willing to give me. I had a tiara that grew with me from my first birthday, a pile of pirate treasure from my second birthday, and a marble-sized explosive with enough power to obliterate a city if I activated it. I still planned on using that bomb eventually, but I didn’t have a clue where yet, though I did plan to stick around and feel the blast. Worst case, I’d die. Not a big deal.

I bounced on my toes as I opened the box for my costume, staring at it excitedly. This suit had technology that would make even Poppa Jarod drool, having been designed by a hundred-year-old version of me. By that time, I was sure to have studied the technologies of countless planets! I did have a very small feeling of guilt for inflicting the wishes of an eight-year-old me on a one-hundred-year-old me, but I was sure I would get over it.

Concentrating on numerous sections of my suit, I frowned. With my vision, I should be able to see ten thousand times magnification by human standards, but I couldn’t make anything out. Had I shielded my own suit from myself in some way? Why!? Shrugging, I finally started putting it on, letting out a small scream when the suit ate me! The entire suit was plant-based, but I couldn’t control it!

“Even at one hundred, you have quite the sense of humor.” stated Grandma Death with a smirk after she brought me back to life.

Dozens of thoughts on getting even with her came to mind, but every plan came to an abrupt end with the same thought: getting even with myself wasn’t a good idea.

“There there.” teased Grandma Death as she mussed up my hair. “I made you that one.” she told me, pointing at a wall that opened up next to us.

“Just get changed before I change my mind.” stated a voice from behind us.

“Messy!?” I exclaimed, whipping around to stare in surprise.

She was wearing one of those little masks that stick to the face, letting her normal blonde hair be free. Her suit was red, like Calamity’s, but there were white lines creating symmetrical designs over it. The suit was also textured with very, very small SKs.

“... Sidekick, really?” I asked with a grin when I realized what that probably meant.

“If you’d prefer I play the main hero, I need to switch outfits.” she told me, gesturing as if she had the other outfit waiting around the corner.

“We can both be heroes!” I assured her, admiring how she instantly changed the letters to smiley faces in a puff of dark energy. Her powers really were useful. I couldn’t believe she was actually doing this for me! “Just a sec!” I told her as I dashed to my suit, jumping in place when my hand passed through some sort of barrier I hadn’t noticed. When the shock died down, I realized that I could feel my suit.

“Sorry, but I’m going to make you forget the design once you’re done. I don’t want you to miss out on discerning that you can do that on your own.” explained Grandma Death, her blue eyes literally sparkling with her delight.

I nodded, though I was a little disappointed. Grandma Death had made plant-based circuitry that I could easily reshape with my magic to activate different parts. Plus, there were many varieties of plants woven throughout the suit.

“Thank you, Grandma! This is so neat! I was going to call myself ‘Daemon’ after the Greek idea, since people would relate that to something demonic these days, giving me a parallel to ‘Calamity’ being a hero as well as some fun with the original meaning. I’m not sure now…” I admitted, thinking about it. “Oh, and sorry, Messy. I’ll need to read through the… Nevermind. Thank you, Grandma Death!” I told her, now knowing complete details of what every last circuit in my suit currently could do.

Huh. I also knew how to put it back in order, assuming I had enough control at the moment. I tried, making giant thorns shoot out in three different directions before reverting back down to bind into the suit. There was no trace of demonic energy left in them!

Hugging Grandma Death, I told her “That’s so cool! I really will get that level of control eventually, right!?” When she nodded, I hugged her even harder, ignoring when she pretended she couldn’t breathe.

With a brief flex of will, I put a giant ‘D’ on the chest of my suit, deciding to stick with Daemon. Then I had my suit wrap around me, easily arranging it back to its proper shape.

“Fair warning, but any attempt to permanently disable my connection will result in this part of your birthday being cancelled.” warned Momma Mila from the suit’s earphone.

I nodded, knowing she’d be aware, as I studied how the earpiece functioned. Knowing that I’d eventually be able to do this on my own was thrilling!

“As we progress, you two will be engaged in more and more difficult scenarios. Please remember that these are real beings. Mother will not bring any lost lives back should you make mistakes.” warned Momma. “First engagement…”

Momma explained the trajectory of a shuttle that had been shot while entering orbit. Messy and I were to save the ambassadors in the name of Best Friend For Hire—apparently the Boss was even paying us for this one—and stop the shuttle from damaging the city below. We had twenty seconds to figure out our approach after being deposited on a rooftop. Far too easy!

At the speed of thought, Messy and I compared ideas, knowing we shouldn’t make a big show of saving the ambassadors, since the Boss wouldn’t approve. I grew wing-like structures and used a spell to create airflow around me. Messy just flew. She could fly at whim through energy manipulation, though she hated the glow or shadowy effect equally. Technically, both of us could fly through becoming energy temporarily, but we’d probably freak out the ambassadors even more that way and wouldn’t look as cool.

To keep things simple, we just slowed the shuttle down and carefully landed it after checking with the ambassadors where they were supposed to be landing. Momma Mila had hacked the shuttle’s computer before we were even airborne. Knowing every ship’s hardware and software had to be nice.

For our next mission, we stopped some robbers as they prepared to blow open a vault. Then we stopped some space pirates—I hadn’t known that was a real thing—attempting to hijack another ship. We stopped a building from being blown up without alerting the inhabitants of the danger. There was a neat rescue mission where we flew a custom ship designed specifically for this birthday. Grandma said Messy and I really did get to keep the ship for later, though Messy was against me tinkering with its hardware.

A few dozen heroic deeds later, we lost. An entire planet died. Once our ship was blown up due to a slight miscalculation, Messy had attempted to shield an entire planet from an armada with a linked weapon system designed for planetary annihilation.

“That one had a very low probability of going well on the first try. Ready for take two?” asked Grandma Death.

“But Sis said…” started Messy in surprise. Then she started to smile.

“Yep. Momma said you wouldn’t bring them back to life. She hadn’t said that particular universe wouldn’t be voided.” I agreed, smiling too. “May we discuss our strategy a bit before we try again?”

Grandma Death nodded, so Messy and I collaborated on a plan of attack. That plan failed too when we tried it. The next one failed as well with a chunk of the planet still being destroyed. Again and again, our failures continued to add up. Under the stress, Messy was having trouble keeping her emotions in check, leading to her power going out of control. Well, mine weren’t as perfectly controlled as they could be either. We started taking long breaks between tries.

On our eleventh try, Messy and I abandoned our ship to fight in the void with our magic from the start. She hurled me toward the distant end of the approaching armada while spewing power to create light like a miniature sun. As the armada slowed to ascertain what was happening, they missed the very thin line of plants I was leaving in my wake.

Unfortunately, some of the villains fired at Messy after she started disabling their engines. I really, really hoped she didn’t check whether Grandma Death killed just the gunner or the entire crew. No one got to live after attempting to harm Messy. If Messy did check, she probably wouldn’t come be a hero on my next birthday, assuming I stuck with trying this again next year.

My plants spread out like a web over what I estimated to be a thousand miles. The plan was for me to connect the various engines, forcing my plants to burrow through to connect with every ship’s power grid. Instead, I accidentally did something else I’d probably be forced to forget: I somehow made the web conscious and hungry for power. Was this what future me had done to have the suit she made eat me? Seconds after the enormous plant touched the ships, they went dark. Even crazier, the plant grew and split into two.

In my head, Messy was asking what I just did, but believed me when I admitted to having no idea. In response to asking if I could control them, I tried, willing the mass of them—they had continued splitting as they fed—to come back to me. Unlike controlling unintelligent life, I encountered resistance, but they did obey. Reverting them back down to plant fibers was an effort and a half, but I managed, ignoring the protest I felt from them.

Messy did her portal thing and pulled me back onto our ship. “Sis has an estimate for how long the crews can live without their systems running, but I want a reset. Still too many dead.” she told me with an expression that told me she wouldn’t accept any argument. Even villains weren’t allowed to die on Messy’s watch, like the ideal of a hero. “Think you can do… that… again?”

Unlike her, I wasn’t bothered by the deaths of villains. Whether they died now or later, Grandma Death would be dealing with them. If they were redeemable, she’d give them a chance, and they wouldn’t get a chance to blow up another planet in this life if they were dead.

Despite my sentiments, I shrugged and attempted to create a very small, conscious plant. I grew a plant, but there wasn’t any sense of consciousness. “Maybe I need the sense of desperation? You know what our powers are like.” I told her, frowning at the plant on my palm.

She nodded and shrugged. “Mom, mind if we try again?” she asked, mentally sending me her plan to try again with a number of changes.

On our next try, Messy was making me glow, though she had hurled me and wanted me to grow my energy-sapper again. With the focus on me, she started disabling ships. There was no consciousness to the web this time, allowing me to disable engines and then weapon systems with precision.

Finally, we had our victory! After trapping the crews, we uploaded Momma Mila to the ships, did some repairs, and happily let her take the villains to a prison she knew about. Messy and I had a small victory party on our ship, sharing the cake she had invented this year. Grandma Death joined us, of course, and even Momma Mila had some, appearing in a very human-seeming body. Before I managed to put my fork down, I was back in my room, watching the clock turn to 1:08. I happily flopped back onto a bush I had grown for that purpose, smiling at my ceiling and wishing I could tell the rest of my friends about what they had missed over the course of today’s celebrations. At least I’d be able to talk with Messy about our adventures this year.

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