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Second Son (XIX) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: The Battle of Hogwarts ensues.

Part XVIII / Part XX (Epilogue) / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: Only the epilogue remains, my dear readers. Thank you. Final wc: 8.6k

Time seemed to be warping and blurring together frenziedly; day and night pushed out of conscious thought, the passage of days folding together in one reel of memories in your head. The starless sky peered at you like an endless void, indicating that it had somehow already dipped into the corners of the darkest hours again.

Your heart gives a sharp twinge as you find your eyes locked to the tall figure standing at the head of the hall, face ashened, mournful cloak adorning his imposing figure like a blanket trimmed directly from the night sky. Harry lingered ways off from you as everyone stood with tense backs and squared shoulders.

You blink away the detachment tugging at your awareness as your ears seem to become full of cotton, keenly aware of the way your wand poked at your ribs from your robe pocket. Your former Potions Professor flickers his gaze around the swarms of students around you, and your chest almost collapses in on itself when you lock eyes with the stone-faced man. Snape’s eyes widen ever so slightly, but he masks it with a sneer as he raises his eyes to look over your dismayed face.

Your mind immediately spins into overdrive as you grapple with your thoughts. That couldn’t have been your imagination. He saw you, so why didn’t he say anything?

A frown dances on your lips as you revisit your old sentiments about the man. You had always had your reservations about Harry’s inimical attitude towards Snape (though he had them for good reason), and you were beginning to think that you were correct in your assumptions that the man’s interests weren’t exactly black and white.

Harry drifts through the rows of students and makes himself known, immediately pouring out all of his pent up fury towards the man. Snape’s face does a funny thing as it shifts ever so slightly from suspicion to troubled.

The doors from behind you are tossed open, causing everyone to step back towards the walls as all heads dart to survey the intrusion. At the helm of the group, Kingsley Shacklebolt strides in with more assurance and conviction than you’ve seen in any of Dumbledore’s followers since his death.

Stepping out from the belt of students, you unconsciously begin to reach out towards Regulus. The boy’s eyes move through the crowd furiously until they lock onto your drifting figure, his shoulders immediately slacking as he extends his hand out to you.

A smile crawls up your face as you hurry out of the crowd and towards him, unbothered by the burning of eyes on your back as you do so. Once you grasp the boy’s hand, he brings your hand up to his mouth to give it a faint kiss, shooting you a small wink as he tugs you closer to him.

The Order members hold their unwavering stances, faces etched with determination as they gaze at a frowning Snape. The man’s eyes are still fixed on Harry, seemingly unperturbed by the arrival of the Order and the overt breach of security.

Harry grits his teeth as he practically snarls at the man, “Tell them how you looked him in the eye, a man who trusted you, and killed him!” Your friend’s chest heaves with every word, as if the recollection of the events was causing him physical pain.

You edge closer to Regulus as your eyes flicker between the two individuals. It was a stand-off that had been brewing for years, finally sizzling and tipping past the boiling point as your mind takes you back to your very first year at Hogwarts, painted with Snape’s glares and Harry’s innocent confusion. No longer was your friend inflicted by such adolescent hurt, now only rage and fatigue shrouding from his body.

It happens in a flash, you nearly miss it as you blink—Snape draws back and points his wand at Harry, eliciting choked gasps as the crowd of students split further apart in shock. Regulus steps in front of you instinctually, and if the situation were not escalating to such a degree, you would have found it funny that he jumped in front of you despite having no weapon or wand.

As Professor McGonagall pushes Harry aside, firmly drawing her own wand up, you push Regulus behind you as you reluctantly bring your wand up to point at the man you had made so many mental excuses for. Snape falters at the sight of the woman’s stance, but regains his composure and levels his wand to her.

Silence falls upon the hall, tension as thick as molasses as everyone draws in their breaths in anticipation. For a moment, you think nothing is going to happen, that perhaps Snape would magically curl into regret and surrender, but then a bolt of flames soars through the air.

McGonagall is unforgiving in her onslaught of attacks, and Snape merely backpedals from his spot as he deflects the spells. The man’s face falls impossibly further into hurt, and you’re struck with a whirlwind of confusion.

Why do you look like you’re the one who’s suffering, professor?

The one-sided battle recommences and you’re left rooted in your spot as Snape suddenly flees out of the window in a flurry of black swirls. As the glass shatters, a cloud of excitement seems to sprout into the air as shouts and whispers fill the perimeter.

Regulus places his hands on your shoulders as you pocket your wand, your eyes still glued to the broken glass at the end of the hall. The cheering and clapping die almost as quickly as they erupted when Harry collapses, a sudden sharp stabbing in your head accompanying your friend’s stumble. You hiss as you reach for your temple, noting how the hall was now blanketed by a miasma of fear.

Suddenly, a piercing scream slices through the air like cold steel, followed by another and another. Regulus huddles you to him as he peers at you with concerned eyes, his hands moving to trail your arms as the buds of chaos begin to prickle around the room.

A sharp hiss rings from all around you, and you would have feared for your sanity if not for the petrified expressions on many of the other students’ faces.

“Give me Harry Potter…Do this and none shall be harmed.” The words seem to bounce around the room as you guide your eyes to settle onto Harry’s stiff figure.

“Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched.”

You divert your gaze to look at Regulus, and find that the boy is already glancing at you with conflicted eyes.

“Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have one hour.”

The tint of doom seems to lift almost immediately, and you exhale shakily as the foreign pressure around the atmosphere dissipates.

“What’s that look for, Reg?” You whisper, unwilling to raise your voice as confusion stirs the air into silence.

Regulus huffs through his nose and wraps his hand around your wrist, stepping to stand beside you as he looks towards Harry, “Just wondering if it’s too late to leave and go back to Norway.”

You shake your head and go to retort, but you’re cut off by a resounding voice emitting somewhere among the swath of students, “Someone grab him!”

Your eyebrows furrowed together at the outlandish suggestion and your eyes trail about to try and distinguish who it came from. Seeing many of the gazes aimed towards a cluster of Slytherins, you tilt your head as you see an unfamiliar boy pointing towards Harry.

Ginny makes her way in front of Harry, spurring the rest of your friends to crowd around the speechless boy. As your eyes begin to wander, wanting to take note of those who were readily jumping to serve your friend on a silver platter, you make eye contact with an unimpressed Blaise.

The boy’s eyes flicker to look at Regulus before they jump back to you, an eyebrow slanting up in a manner that reminds you all too much of the Contessa. Blaise slowly slinks towards the back of the crowd just as Filch hobbles into the hall, shouting incoherently about students being out of bed.

“You have some explaining to do.” Blaise’s velvety voice sounds from behind you, causing you to jump out of your skin.

Turning around on your heels, you slam your palm against your chest to jumpstart your heart again. Did he apparate? How the hell did he just appear behind you?

Rolling your eyes, you give the boy a brief hug, “Nice to see you too, B. Sorry that I went AWOL, I wasn’t exactly in contact with anyone.”

“Except my mother.” He points out with a sniff, arms crossing.

Coughing lightly into your fist, you sheepishly smile in apology, “Nothing big, just aiding some vigilantes.”

“You are a vigilante yourself, no? And you couldn’t have sent a little slip of paper telling me ‘hey, I’m alive!’, could you now?” He mutters with narrowed eyes.

Shifting from foot to foot, you lightly frown, “Uh, sorry?”

He waves you off before setting his eyes on Regulus, who looks infinitely amused by your friend’s antics. Blaise pauses for a split second before a shit-eating grin plasters itself on his face, “Oh, how prestante! You disappeared and found yourself a pure blood boyfriend, I see.”

You blanch at his words and he snickers, “Merlin, don’t look so surprised. His facial structure just screams pure blood.”

“Okay, that’s enough of you, B.” You hiss, “You absolute menace.”

The boy doesn’t have time to respond as students begin to file out of the hall, someone bumping against your shoulder as McGonagall announces that students would be evacuated, underage students taking priority, while those of age were welcome to stay.

Your eyes widen at the announcement, the reality of your situation crash landing on you all at once. “B, go. And look out for Draco, will you?.” You point your chin forward, eyes flying around the room before you settle them on Regulus, “Reg, go with Blaise.”

Regulus swivels to look at you with wide, disbelieving eyes, “I hope you’re joking.”

“And I hope you’re joking. I’m not letting you run into danger without a wand!” You shoot back emphatically with a sharp tone.

“Dio mio,” Blaise clicks his tongue, gracefully shoving his wand towards Regulus, “Here. If you break it or lose it, my dear Y/N will no longer have a boyfriend.”

You and Regulus pause. One beat of silence passes, then another.

“Blaise, what the bloody hell? Absolutely not! Your mother is going to have my head if she finds out that I left you defenseless.” You sputter, hands flying up and nearly batting into a passing student.

The boy shifts to the side to avoid a stumbling first-year as he keeps his eyes steady on yours, “Good thing she’ll never know then. Besides, I won’t be needing it. I plan to apparate to Zabini Manor with Theo and Draco once we get out of here.” He rolls his eyes impatiently once you and Regulus remain motionless, “Now take it before I change my mind.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” You mutter quietly, eyes trailing towards the dark wand, feeling torn despite your friend’s insistence.

“Well, he’s going to follow you anyway, and I’d rather be temporarily without a wand than permanently without a friend because you jumped in front of a curse trying to protect him.” He muses dryly, eyes quickly shifting to appraise Regulus as the boy reaches for the wand.

He was going about this way too casually, a wizard’s wand was practically their life! But there was no arguing with the obstinate git, especially when he had that determined look in his eyes.

You nod and swallow harshly as your throat wells up with thick emotion, “Thank you, B. Stay safe, okay? And make sure Draco doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“No worries, our dragon is all out of stupid after what happened last year.” The italian winks at you before elegantly spinning around, his robes billowing behind him as he strides towards the exit, weaving his way towards a familiar mop of platinum blond.

Regulus twirls Blaise’s wand around in his hand as he gets used to the feeling. He looks over at you with a warm smile, eyes twinkling brightly as a fire lights in them, “Always a good judge of character, birdie. Indeed, you are proficient at picking friends.”

“Clearly not proficient enough, Crowface. I managed to grow attached to a stubborn bastard like you.” You hum playfully, taking a hold of his wrist to drag him towards your circle of friends.

Though, one meaningful glance from your savior friend was enough for you to understand: split up and haul ass.

Hermione and Ron take off in search of the basilisk corpse in the Chamber of Secrets, while Luna gives you a small smile before darting off towards Harry with a frustrated frown. Professor McGonagall almost breaks her neck doing a double take at Regulus, clearly recognizing him, but says nothing of her revelation as she ushers you with her.

Regulus trails after you both, flocked by Professor Flitwick and Molly Weasley, both giving the boy discreet side eyes.

“L/N, we are going to need to give Potter as much time as possible. I’m sure you have an idea of how you can utilize your skills.” The woman gives you a small knowing smile, and you nod back quickly despite not knowing exactly what she was insinuating.

It is not until she spins back around and braces her hands up that your brain begins to work again.

“Piertotem locomotor!”

Your eyebrows furrow at the foreign spell, but your attention is immediately redirected when a deep thudding echoes from somewhere in front of your willowy professor. Peering around her, your eyes widen as numerous concrete knights begin to march out in streams from the entrance hall.

Ah. We’re Harry’s first line of defense.

Winking at a fascinated Regulus, you couldn’t resist the urge to demonstrate your own magical prowess, wanting to match up to the boy’s level of intellect. Drawing your wand out, you scurry down the series of stairs and drop to your knees, beginning to draw out the most complex shielding runes you knew, tangling the swirls of characters into compounds of symbols that begin to shimmer against the dull ground.

The strings of characters glow brightly before darting off into the sky in a flurry of streaks, reinforcing the growing bubble being patched together by the Order members. You continue to relentlessly draw your symbols, the ache in your wrist being overshadowed by the warmth of pride that lit up in your chest at the sight of your runes chaining themselves to the colossal dome.

Ways off from you, you see Regulus marveling at the sky, eyes dancing around the strings of your runes. Your brain screeches to a halt as you zone in to look at the boy, mouth floating into a faint smile at the way his lips imperceptibly part.

It was paradoxical, how at the height of slaughter and war, you fell into a hum of peace at that very moment. Your drifting thoughts only surge forwards when a procession of wispy blue streams hail towards the near-translucent dome, raining down towards you in mottles of cerulean orbs.

Just as you begin to rise from your position, knees wobbling unsteadily along the way, the feathery streaks crash into the shield and explode into veins of white combustion. The loud crashing of explosions deafen you, and you stumble in blinded shock towards Regulus.

The boy is already making his way towards you, face grim as he strides across the plaza with purpose. You barely refrain from crashing into him as he reaches to hold onto your biceps.

Blisters of blinding white wash over your figures as you grip onto his elbows. Chancing a glance at the sky, you laugh shakily, “Think you still know how to handle a wand?”

Regulus smiles and cups your cheek, “Of course, I have to protect you somehow.”

“Your sense of humor dazzles me, love,” you search his face, opening your mouth to continue your retort, only to be disrupted by a painfully loud explosion, followed by the sound of insistent sizzling.

Above you, your beloved crown of protection withers away like disintegrating paper.

Chaos erupts almost instantaneously with giants lumbering through the concrete knights on the bridge, as arrays of colorful light fracture the structures around you. You catch a glimpse of Professor Flitwick scurrying around the crumbling soldiers, hands gesturing frantically for the students to take cover inside.

The rune weavings that you spelled float listlessly until they gravitate towards the castle, speedily wrapping around a couple of the towers and absorbing into its walls. Regulus grabs your hand and you both sprint for cover behind a pile of rubble, ducking as gusts of apparition soar above you.

Screaming begins to bloom into the air, followed by hurried shouts of curses and spells. You spring up onto your heels, wand at the ready as your eyes dart around frantically, heart virtually beating in your neck.

“Crucio!”

Your neck snaps to the side at the guttural yell, barely muffling a yelp as a red bulb of light zips towards you. Dodging the spell, you feel a symphony of rage tug at your nerves at the sight of a familiar death eater—the man who had grabbed you during the attack at the Department of Mysteries, Augustus Rookwood.

Practically swinging your wand, you hurl your spell, “Reducto!”

The man goes flying across the courtyard, smashing through a cracked archway before landing roughly like a ragdoll. You feel someone press against your back, barely taking note that Regulus and you were fighting back-to-back before another death eater sets their sights on you.

You don’t know how much time passes as you and Regulus weave through onslaughts of killing curses, blasting aside enemies and assisting other students in their duels. Your world of blurry fighting trickles into clarity once you catch sight of an enormous giant swinging down at a familiar trio, all of them sprinting further down the ruinous remains of one of the castle walkways.

“Paxillos Inferni!” Your shout echoes all around you, and your vision tunnels in on the cast of neon orange that darts from the tip of your wand. A wave of satisfaction drenches you as you see the giant drop its weapon in surprise, body jolting in agony before dozens of small razor-like spikes sprout from its body, suddenly expanding in size with a sickening crunch. The giant drops to its knees, a lifeless husk, remaining upright, supported by the flurry of colossal spikes that impaled it from every direction.

A few death eaters in your vicinity stop in their tracks, eyes widening as they take in the sight of the shredded giant and your bright eyes. Regulus swings his arm forward, sending a death eater packing before taking notice of your victory.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” He mutters reverentially, eyes drifting from the carnage around you before settling on the palisade-giant fusion.

You shrug before taking advantage of the wave of shock around you, incapacitating a few lingering death eaters, “In one of the books at Grimmauld Place.”

“I see. Nice work, dear.” He hums, tying up a sprinting death eater before the crazed woman could attack a distracted Hufflepuff.

A sudden chill ensnares the nerves in your spine and fingertips, and you have to suppress the violent shudder tugging at your muscles. Risking a glance away from the enemies in front of you, your mouth falls ajar at the sight of a curtain of black drifting towards you.

“Dementors.” You murmured, unnerved by the sheer amount of the creatures making their way over. The golden trio tumble forward and become struck by the same sight. The dementors drop down towards the bridge, swinging and weaving around fallen bodies and chunks of concrete.

A gust of blue threads tangle into a large sphere before expanding across the bridge, the exceptionally powerful patronus charm managing to ward away a majority of the dementor army. Your eyebrows fly towards the sky as you catch sight of Aberforth, the man’s wand extended out towards the retreating veils of grey.

You had no idea the man was even capable of producing a patronus with how downtrodden he seemed just hours before. This would be the last time you’d judge a wizard by their supposed disposition.

Catching sight of a few stray dementors, you instinctually raise your wand, expertly locating a few specific memories of yours to manifest the spell, “Expecto Patronum.”

The familiar sparrow bursts from your wand and darts towards the dementor, the creature immediately retreating into the sea of darkness as the small bird perseveres in its chase.

“What?” Regulus’ breathless mutter has you directing your attention to him, eyebrows raising at the astonished look drawn on his face.

Feeling bashfulness crawl up your chest, you clear your throat and jump back into battle, only sparing him a small biting remark, “Laugh about it later.”

The boy follows your lead and sends a hex towards a cluster of death eaters, “Laugh about what?” His voice is tinged in disbelief, yet still marred by his previous amazement.

“What do you mean, about what?–” you blast an unsuspecting death eater in the side, “--Obviously about my patronus.”

“Why would I laugh?” He practically yells over the commotion of explosions raining from all around you.

You want to groan, feeling that perhaps he was trying to torture you, “Because! It’s a bird. A little birdie.” The boy glances at you with a minute frown of perplexion before his eyes slowly shift in realization, head snapping back to take down a few more enemies.

Once the mayhem around you quells in just the slightest, he turns back to you, “Merlin, what am I going to do with you?” He mutters with a faint grin. Before you have time to question him, he shifts around and lifts his wand up, “Expecto Patronum.”

The light blue swirls jet out from the borrowed wand and you raise an unimpressed eyebrow as it surges towards a confused death eater, the man watching as the spell flies towards him. You really couldn’t blame him—you too, would be rendered speechless at the arbitrary display.

Just when the spell goes to topple into the man, it morphs into a familiar shape that has you gasping. Regulus’ small patronus sharply shoots up into the sky before it can crash into the death eater, the small bird rounding in circles before dissipating into the night.

You and Regulus don’t miss a beat despite the demonstration, both taking aim at the flabbergasted death eater and sending off your best hexes. Once the man goes tumbling away, Regulus turns towards you, “A finch.”

“A finch…” you echo quietly.

Finches and Sparrows. Complementary birds.

“You-” you can barely comprehend the look on Regulus’ face as he breaks out into a wide smile. Your mouth parts, taken aback by how blatant his fondness was.

“My little birdie.” He whispers affectionately, leaning to rest his forehead against yours.

Your heart stutters on the spot, and you have to close your eyes to try and grasp onto reality. Regulus’ hands dance around your waist as colorful blobs spiral across your eyelids, the stench and discord of war suddenly shoved out of the forefront of your mind.

Opening your eyes, you take a brief moment to peer into the boy’s eyes, mouth pursing once you see the fire dancing in them.

“Blast me into a wall if you hate this.” You whisper. Regulus merely grins, immediately understanding your thoughts, and looking anything but bewildered.

Giving no time for lingering doubts to fester, you surge forward and crash your lips onto his. He reciprocates immediately, gently nudging you behind a mountain of rubble as his lips dance with yours. Your hands run around his sides, seeking something to ground yourself to as he leans in further, completely pressing himself to you.

His hands press themselves into your back, pushing you impossibly closer to him as if he were afraid you’d fall through the ground and disappear. You both continue to clash together for a dizzying amount of time, only stopping once the burning for oxygen practically imprints itself into your lungs.

Pulling back with a huff, your eyes widen in disbelief. Reality comes crashing into you like a bludger as your eyes jump around every little freckle on his face. Regulus’ chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, eyes refusing to stray from yours.

“We-” you utter, voice practically a squeak.

Regulus’ eyes flicker with mirth before he drops his head to sprinkle fleeting kisses on your jaw and neck. Your hands freeze against his chest, not knowing how to handle the hot flash of disbelief and giddiness that sinks into your frame.

Your brain was glitching, perhaps even smoking out of your ears.

Eventually, you gently push the boy off of you, eyes already flying around in search of approaching enemies. Flashing the boy a warm smile, you slowly begin to emerge from behind the mass of concrete, “Let’s continue this later, yeah?” Your voice comes out smaller than you’d hope, but you’re just happy it wasn’t shaky.

“No protests from me, birdie.” Regulus whispers lightly, hand ghosting your back as he submerges himself back into battle.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed, but you are vaguely aware of how the sky seems to shed away into a forlorn grey as opposed to its former void of pitch black. When you spin on your heel, you make eye contact with a panicked Harry which has all of your mental alarms ringing.

“Reg!” You call over your shoulder, not glancing back again as you briskly march over to your friend, cognizant of the faint sound of footsteps behind you.

As you near the boy, you reach over to grasp his forearm, “Harry?”

Harry gulps, “Where’s Draco?”

“With Blaise, they evacuated.” Your voice is cautious, watching as Harry’s eyes flicker from you to the battle behind you.

“Oh…Goyle’s dead.”

“He’s what–what the hell? Harry?”

He shakes his head, eyes darting to look at Regulus before he averts his gaze to peer off into the distance, “No time. Come on.”

You share a look of resigned confusion with Regulus before you’re both bounding off after the speeding boy, mind whirring on overdrive as you all duck into the steep shadows and clamber down a vacant stairway. Harry crouches down as you near a building, and you can only silently squawk once you realize it was the Shrieking Shack.

What the hell was the boy up to this time?

Harry leans against one of the walls and peers into a crack in the mosaic glass, eyes wide as he mutely scrutinizes the scene in front of him. You and Regulus huddle together to do the same, but not before you quietly cast a concealment charm to hide your presence.

You’re able to make out Snape’s figure, the man’s face was undoubtedly sullen as he tracks the movements of his companion with a perpetual frown. You feel Regulus tense by your side as you both recognize the other occupant in the room.

Clenching your jaw, you shoot Harry a sharp look that he ignores, the boy becoming entranced by the conversation Snape was having with bloody fucking Voldemort. Craning your head closer to the cloudy glass, you can faintly make out what the tense exchange was about.

The Elder Wand?

Regulus drops his hand down to interlace with yours, eyes shifting back and forth over the lattice of the window as he tries to fathom the topic. A few moments of eerie silence stretch out before you’re flinching back as something tersely slams against the window in front of you.

Your first instinct is to reach for your wand and prepare yourself for confrontation, but upon closer inspection of the glass, you realize that it was muddled by a dark heap. Tilting your head, you hover a finger over the middle of the black shadow, eyes widening once you see the figure move ever so slightly.

Harry’s hands are clenched tightly by his side as he peers on with unblinking eyes.

“Nagini kill.”

The cold voice has you swallowing a gasp, ears prickling with cold needles of dread at the realization of what was happening. A reverberant hissing slices through the air and soon you’re watching helplessly as the figure in front of you slams and struggles against the pane of glass.

Tears stab at your eyes painfully as you remain rooted to your spot, shoulders completely slack as shame wrings your veins unrelentingly. Separated by a mere two inches of glass. You wanted more than anything to be endowed with a wave of courage—to spring into action and save your Professor, but you knew you couldn’t.

Two inches of glass, and Snape didn’t even know such little distance separated him from help. Or maybe he did—yet, you didn’t know if that was worse. If he knew you were all there, and gave no inkling of knowledge to the vindictive Dark Lord. Was he protecting you all?

The banging ceases, eventually.

Your jaw trembles violently as splatters of blood decorate the panes in front of you, dripping bright red, the streaks mocking you. Regulus’ face is completely blank and devoid of any color, but you could see the deep-seated agony flashing in his eyes.

Were they friends? You couldn’t help but want to ask, knowing that Regulus would have been Snape’s junior whilst at Hogwarts.

You hear Snape grapple with his pain, gasping forcibly into the silent air. For a few moments, you wait it out, not wanting to storm into the building just in case Voldemort was basking in his most recent attack.

Harry shoots you a quick nod, and that’s all it takes for you to fly onto your feet, body pushing through the worn door with such force that it slams into the adjacent wall. Your eyes find your Professor immediately, heart flying away into the dusty shadows somewhere as you collapse by his side. Regulus kneels down by Snape’s feet, eyes searching the older man’s disorientated gaze.

“Professor!” Your voice comes out as a thick tremble, hands shaking with adrenaline as you fish out your wand. You begin to try and cast the strongest healing charms you know, but deep in the back of your hazy brain, you knew it would be fruitless. Harry crouches down opposite of you, posture more reserved—guarded, as he swallows harshly.

Snape glances at you briefly, eyes already dimming, before he turns to look at Harry when the boy tries to put pressure on the man’s wound. You refuse to look behind the blood-soaked collar, knowing that his neck was likely a mangled, stringy mess of flesh and muscle.

“Take them…Take them…” Snape utters with a pained groan, small glimmers of tears rolling down his cheeks. Harry, seeming to understand the man’s urgency, whips out a small glass vial from his pocket and collects the tiny droplets.

Snape reaches out with a weak hand towards your frantic friend, fingers ghosting over his face as he smiles weakly, “You have your mother’s eyes.”

Harry barely bats an eye at the man’s words, only peering at him with a mournful gaze. Regulus speaks up for the first time, eyes hard as he addresses your friend without taking his eyes off of Snape, “Harry, go.”

The boy looks over to you in question, and you give him a brief nod.

Harry hesitates before leaning back and nodding slowly, hand gradually retracting from the bloody mess of the man’s neck. Your friend bites the inside of his cheek before capping the glass vial, “Goodbye, sir.”

Without looking back, Harry flees the room and leaves you alone with the dying man. Your hands wander about in the air helplessly, as you grit your teeth, “Professor, you can’t die.”

Snape’s head lolls over to your side, and he gazes at you dully, chest rising and falling more erratically now. You shake your head and furrow your eyebrows, “Do you think you can just drop down and die like this! You still need to apologize to Harry. If you die, I’ll never forgive you. I don’t know what the hell you’ve been up to this whole time–this whole war–but Dumbledore trusted you. And Dumbledore was no bloody fool. So, live.” Your voice, once hard and full of fiery conviction, drops to a low whisper, “Live so I know that I haven’t defended you for no reason.”

The man squints at you and his fingers weakly twitch, lightly tapping your hand once. Slowly, his eyes flicker to meet Regulus’ tense figure.

“Regulus.” The man murmurs, syllables becoming slurred as his eyes droop lower.

Regulus nods and shifts to sidle by you, hands reaching over to pat the man’s arm, “It’s me, Severus. It’ll be okay now, just rest.” Regulus’ soft words of comfort bring a small smirk to Snape’s face, and as you go to say more, your Professor’s breathing stutters to a stop.

“Fuck.” You mumble out with a scrunched face, eyes burning as you press the image of Snape’s still body into your memory. Regulus’ shoulders sag, and he slowly reaches over to button up the collar of Snape’s robes with glassy eyes.

“He might have actually been a spy for the Dark Lord this whole time, birdie.” Regulus whispers, hands drawing back slowly once he finishes his task.

You sniffle and turn away from your dead professor, “I don’t know. I don’t want to believe that. I don’t even have a sound reason for my judgment—I can just sense it.”

Regulus nods and reaches to cradle your face in his hands, “Your senses have yet to steer you wrong, little bird. I trust your judgment, always.”

It was inscrutable. How could you truly mourn, pity, or empathize with a man who most thought to be Hogwarts’ most depraved? It was dichotomic how you wished to understand Snape’s motivations, but simultaneously wanted to spell away any memory you had of the man.

A part of you hoped that he was everything you thought him to be—slightly misunderstood, heavily misguided, and desperately in need of atonement. Another part of you also prayed that it was the antithesis of your feelings—that he was truly an unredeemable, malevolent mastermind that fooled Dumbledore. At least that way, when the public inevitably denounced the man, he would deserve it.

You refuse to shed tears over Snape’s death, but you wallow in the sea of hurt and conflict that threatens to drown you as you and Regulus make your way back to the castle. It takes a few moments before you snap back into reality, immediately tensing up as you scout the area for any signs of life.

Regulus was faring better than you at the moment, eyes set forward, one hand grasping Blaise’s wand, the other, tightly clutching yours.

“It will end soon.” He mutters, voice level and firm with certainty.

You don’t respond, but you feel a pebble of determination fling itself into the empty cavity of your chest. As you both slip into a dark corridor of the castle, wands raised, you hear distant explosions and yelling around the corner.

It was time to gear up for battle again. Throwing yourself into a slight duck, you swing out from the darkness with a hex at the tip of your tongue, a vicious spell rippling through the air and crashing devastatingly into a death eater moments after.

Mayhem befalls the ruined hallway in a matter of seconds, and you catch a glimpse of two ginger mops. Slowly knocking down death eaters, you work further towards the two Weasleys. When you get within a few yards of the familiar individuals, you feel a small smile paint itself on your lips as you realize it happened to be Fred and Percy, fighting side-by-side.

Seems as though Percy made up with the rest of them.

Just as you send two death eaters down the stairs and into the path of a few stray hexes, you see Fred get knocked to the floor in your peripheral. The death eater standing over your friend waves his hand up menacingly, no doubt ready to obliterate him.

Jumping into action, you aim your wand at the man’s back, “Mors Ruinam!”

A large void swallows the unsuspecting man before unceremoniously spitting him out from the ceiling just as Regulus shoots off a particularly nasty hex.

You hoped that the Ministry wouldn’t be checking your wands after the battle.

Fred is still splayed out against the wall when you approach him, face drained of color as he comes to terms with his near-death experience. You extend a hand to help him up, grunting when the boy nearly drags you down in his attempt to rise up.

“What the hell was that?” He exclaims, eyes suddenly wide and bright.

Leave it to the Weasley twins to bounce back at light speed.

“Just a fun little dark spell.” You flash him a small relieved smile.

He grins and claps your shoulder, “Wicked!”

Percy makes his way over to the three of you with a nod, dark circles jumping out from his face as he slowly gestures for you all to make your way further up the castle.

“Have either of you seen Sirius?” You ask, eyes trailing to focus on the wisps of fire that peeked through the cracks of the ceiling.

“Reckon he’s with Remus and Tonks.” Fred supplies, glancing back to give Regulus a confused look. You nod and cough into your fist, eyes avoiding Fred’s as you deign him with an answer of your own, “Uh, this is my…boyfriend…Regulus.”

Fred’s face splits into a grin and he nearly faceplants on the stairs as he shoots Regulus a knowing look, “Double wicked.” You roll your eyes, knowing that the next family and friends meeting would be awkward as you’d have to explain how and why you were dating Sirius’ dead brother.

Regulus raises his eyebrows in amusement before tangling your fingers together. The journey up to one of the collapsing towers was uneventful from then on, but you were deeply relieved to see that Sirius was still up and running.

“Pup!” He grins broadly, turning back around for a split second to blast an apparating death eater out of the window. The man makes his way over to you, giving you a brief hug before ruffling his brother’s hair, “Where’s Harry?”

Just running amuck with your dead professor’s tears, no biggie.

“Off and about. He was fine, last we saw him.” You answer with a hum, eyes catching Remus’ tired ones from across the tower ledge.

“Where is Tonks at?” You wonder aloud.

Sirius hums and twirls to look at his fatigued friend, “Shacklebolt. They’re off somewhere inside the castle.”

Percy steps forward and huffs quietly, “We should make our way down. There’s no telling how much longer this place will stand.”

Before anyone could make a move to clamber down the stairs, a familiar steely voice hissed through your mind, “You have fought valiantly…but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, I now directly speak to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the forbidden forest and confront your fate…”

A few beats of silence pass and you could hear a few faint pops of apparition echo throughout the perimeter.

“That isn't going to bode well with Harry.” You murmur, and Sirius grimly nods at your words, quickly retreating down the stairs.

The walk down to the bustling dining hall is pervaded by a sense of dread and anxiety, all of you still on guard as if expecting a death eater to leap around the corner at any moment. Just as you reach the heavy doors, Harry comes striding towards your little group from the other side of the corridor.

Your head perks up at the sight of your friend, but confusion washes over you when you see the hard look in his eyes. His eyebrows are harshly furrowed as he stares down Sirius and Remus, both men looking at each other in confusion before starting to walk over to your friend.

“Hey uh, Fred, Percy, I think your family is inside.” You cough out, not looking back as you debate on whether or not you should approach your furious friend. Luckily, both Weasley brothers feel the tension in the air and heed your silent request, Fred throwing an arm over his disgruntled brother’s shoulders as they saunter away.

“What do you think happened, love?” You mutter, peering over to study Regulus’ expression.

He turns to you and hums, “Snape gave Harry his memories earlier, I’m guessing he saw something he didn’t like.”

You raise an eyebrow at the boy and bump your hip against his, “You know something.”

“I know a lot of things, birdie.” He muses, pressing a hand to your lower back as you both watch on.

Harry runs a hand around his lips before he peers up at his godfather and pseudo-uncle, muttering something that has both men flinching back as if he tossed a flame at them. You cross your arms as Harry sighs, seeming to retreat in his tirade, stepping around both men and marching in your direction.

You shift to give him a questioning look, but he shakes his head and grabs both you and Regulus by the arm, pushing in between you both as he continues on his war path, “Later.”

You don’t think you will ever receive an answer from your friend. Your heart feels like it is being ripped from your body as you stand atop of the ruined stairs along with the remaining survivors, watching as a completely still Harry is being paraded over to you by a river of death eaters.

Neville grips the worn sorting hat tightly in his hands, mouth wobbling as he takes in the sight of the approaching forces. Your mouth stretches into a painful line as your eyes zone in on a particularly enthusiastic death eater dancing around beside Voldemort’s strutting figure.

“Neville.”

The boy turns to you as you begin to make your way down to him.

“I hope you won’t mind if I send her to Merlin,” you whisper as you perch beside him atop a hill of rubble.

Neville narrows his eyes at the woman before nodding, “Get to her first. I won’t be able to hold myself back otherwise.”

“Deal. I’ll help you with the Lestrange brothers then.”

Your brief exchange comes to a halt as Voldemort and his forces stop just a few yards shy of you both.

Voldemort shoots a feral grin at the crowd before spreading his arms out widely in triumph, “Harry Potter is dead!”

Ginny shoots out from somewhere behind you with a distressed wail, “NO! No!”

Her father barely manages to tug her back as Voldemort hisses, pointing a spindly finger at her, “Silence! Stupid girl.”

You want to snarl at the man, hand slowly wrapping around your wand. Regulus moves out from somewhere in the crowd behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he stares down the laughing death eaters.

Voldemort’s gloating continues for a few more moments before his eyes flit towards you and Regulus. It seems that world tips on its axis in that moment as the serpentine man stills on the spot before his face shifts to one of rage, the man’s change in demeanor spurring Bellatrix to follow his gaze.

“Traitor!” She all but screeches, immediately lifting her wand to aim at Regulus. You react just as quickly, whipping your wand up to blast the woman into the next life, but you’re both distracted by the sound of a few gasps. Reeling over to look at the source of shock, your mouth curls up as you see Harry roll on the ground, standing and firing a spell towards Voldemort’s snake.

Bellatrix whips her head to look at Voldemort before becoming further enraged as death eaters begin to flee by the dozen, clearly petrified by your friend’s ability to dodge death.

“Reggie, cover me!” You yell, taking advantage of Bellatrix’s distracted state. The boy complies immediately, watching your surroundings as he begins to fire spells into the disarrayed crowd of death eaters.

“Flipendo!”

Your spell sweeps the demented woman off of her feet, her hair flying wildly as she bounces off of a broken slab of concrete. Explosions ring from all around you as Voldemort begins to take chase behind a fleeing Harry.

Bellatrix recovers quickly, clambering around on the ground as she tries to find her wand. You almost want to drag out this one-sided duel to a torturous degree, but petty games had no place amidst war.

Pointing your wand at a stone, you swing your arm through the air, “Depulso!” The rugged rock soars through the air before crashing into Bellatrix’s hunched figure, reducing her frantic movements into trembling pulses as she crumbles back down onto the ground.

You pace towards her slack body, heart skipping as your mind races. Fuck, you didn’t kill her did you?

The woman’s eyes bulge in their sockets as she helplessly stares at your looming figure.

“Filthy…traitor.” She mutters with a strained voice, mouth twisting into a repulsive sneer.

You huff and shoot a glance towards Regulus, relaxing when you see him occupied with a duel, “Still have the energy to talk, do you?”

The woman doesn’t answer, and only continues to gaze at you venomously. Her wand had clattered to the ground just a few feet away, and you faintly smile before kicking the curved stick into a nearby fire.

“You brought this upon yourself. And really, it’s a shame for you that I’m not Neville,” you grin broadly at the woman, “he is far more merciful.”

Before the woman can respond, you pace back a few steps before aiming at her, “Anima Redimat.”

The woman gasps shrilly, watching with frightful eyes as the purple spell sinks into her body, “You-”

“You recognize it then? The Soul Ripping spell. I’ve heard you’re quite a fan of soul magic.” You hum as she gapes at you, “You’re not the only one who’s been around Grimmauld Place’s library.”

The woman is unable to reply as the effect of the curse kicks off, a faint purple tinge enveloping her body. Bellatrix begins to twitch on the ground, limbs sliding around in a distressful dance before she completely stills, eyes wide and unseeing as her form freezes in a contorted manner.

You spin on your heel and slide into the mayhem around the courtyard, firing off an endless flurry of hexes as a tidal wave of adrenaline pushes the world into clarity. Regulus joins you by your side soon after, eyes never once moving to greet his cousin’s lifeless form.

As you turn to send off another spell, you still on the spot as you come face-to-face with Narcissa Malfoy.

“Lady Malfoy.” You greet evenly, moving to blast away a death eater behind her.

The woman hardly flinches at your ministrations and continues to stare at you before she finally whispers, “Draco?”

“With Contessa Zabini and his friends, I sent Blaise off to take care of him earlier.” You reply, sending a binding spell flying from your wand as you see Rabastan Lestrange sprint across the rubble around you.

The woman nods and peers at you with relieved eyes, “I see. Perhaps we should have tea one of these days.” Without waiting for a response, she strides away and grabs her husband, apparating out of the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Why did everyone insist on having tea with you? Your stress levels will be off the charts by the end of the day.

“Making your way up high society, birdie?” Regulus chuckles from beside you, a glint of satisfaction flashing across his eyes as he overpowers his opponent.

“A penchant of mine.” You reply, tone glazed with amusement.

Regulus shakes his head as he flings his fallen challenger away from him, “Trust me, the grandeur of it fades quickly.”

The battle ensues for a few more beats before crescendoing as two figures suddenly drop down and roll into the middle of the square, driving everyone’s attention towards the disruption.

It seems that time halts in place as Voldemort and Harry gather their bearings, wands raised up as beams of green clash into red, an overwhelming aura of power mounting up into the air. You faintly feel the magic, Voldemort’s smothering signature grappling with Harry’s light and airy one.

The junction of power twirls into a vibrating ball of light as you see both men shake to push forward. Voldemort suddenly collapses onto his knees as the magic fades, a tense silence dispelling the air from your lungs as you step forward with bated breath. Harry quickly peers back in shock, and his contrast from Voldemort’s stricken demeanor tells you all you need to know: the tide of the battle has changed.

Both men swing their wands forward again, but the power clash is less evident this time as the Dark Lord futilely struggles against Harry’s potent magic. The push-and-pull between the two disintegrates once Voldemort becomes enveloped by his own spell, the green wrapping around his figure like a deflating bubble.

The man crumbles to his knees, body gradually going rigid on the spot as his skin begins to flake off into a wisps of ash. The swirl of flying particles reduces the man to nothingness, and you feel like you can breathe again.

Voldemort was no more.

Harry steadies himself to his feet before smiling shakily, turning on the spot to greet the confounded faces around him. Sirius and Remus come flying from somewhere in the crowd, examining Harry’s condition as the boy stares off in content.

This war was over.

So many years of suffering and struggle finally blooming into a new era, and your friend was at the center of it all.

Regulus inhales shakily before turning to face you, seizing your stiff body into his arms when you glance back at him with disbelieving eyes.

For the second time that day, he joins your lips together, and you can only claw at his enthusiastic figure helplessly as he crowds you against him. Cheering echoes from all around you as more people begin to pool into the courtyard, cries of victory lifting to the skies and blowing away the gloomy clouds.

You cup Regulus’ face as you both slowly disconnect, lips swollen and eyes wide.

“I love you, birdie.” He whispers with conviction, hands dropping to grip your waist.

Your laugh bubbles into the air with a watery edge, and you try to ignore the tender fulfillment that permeates across your chest, “I love you too, Reg.”

Today you would shed relieved tears and hold the untimely losses close to your heart, but with the battle won, tomorrow would be the beginning of a new chapter for Magical Britain. You would have to begin reconstruction, reelections, and rehabilitations—mere band-aids for the decades of emptiness that would scar every survivor of the Wizarding Wars, but it would suffice.

The incalculable change was a never-ending battle—even with Voldemort gone, but at least now you have Regulus by your side. Perhaps if change became too much, you could pay Reine a visit.

A vacation or permanent getaway could be in order now, but that seemed like a worry for tomorrow.

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saradiation · 4 months ago

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Do you have any thoughts on auspisticism?

Ohh I do have thoughts on it hehe!! ♣️✨

While I loved the concept of all the quadrants right away, I thought the ashen one was the least relatable one for me at first.

BUT THEN last year one of my friend told me how funny it is that I always am the one mediating everyone’s (mostly couples’) problems and being so diplomatic about it, using healthy advice to stop fights and everything. I never realized I was doing that so much haha 🫣

I might just have a need for everyone around me to be happy and comfortable at all time and that’s why I tend to do that (or maybe that’s what years of being a preschool teacher debating with toddlers will do to you? Who knows 😂) but since that day I can’t help thinking that if I was a quadrant, I’d be the ashen one ♣️🫡

#so it definitely is a quadrant I like very much :)#ask

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usaigi · 1 year ago

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Ashen Wolves + Jeritza Modern AU HCs

Ashen Wolves in my fic (read it, it's funny) I couldn't fit everything in putting it all here

Yuri

Works at the bar Abyss (which has a secret BDSM dungeon in the basement)

Lives in a punk house with the others and unfortunately (but unsurprisingly) the only one responsible enough to pay rent

Everything else is a gamble. Will they have electricity this month? Water? Eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Hey wanna go out? I know a place” (takes them to the health food dumpster that tosses out perfectly good packaged food)

“Am I scared of twink death? Please.”

SWer out of necessity, sends most of the money he makes back to his disabled mom

(TW human trafficking mention) Yuri's father met his mother, a young poor vietnamese women. He promise he'd take care of her give her a better life in UK. Yeah right. Due to everything, she's extremely traumatized and unable to work.

Because of his and his mother's trauma, extremely protective of the most vulnerable in his community(women, children, immigrants, pwMI)

Balthus

New Jersey represent 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Italian-American. Always correcting everyone on how to actually pronounce Italian words

Got into a tinyyyy minor disagreement with the mob and, in short, he owes them like gazillion dollars

Half-ass faked his death (so much party city fake blood) and is hiding out in Europe

He wears a fake mustache and puts on a fake Italian accent whenever he's in public

Sells drugs to the Garreg Mach kids.

“Balthus get a job.” “I have a business” “Isn’t that why you had to leave the States?”

The only one not to have a room. He sleeps on the couch (he had an air mattress. Had.)

Constance

In the late 1800s/early 1900s, her ancestor founded Nuvelle Inc., a pharmaceutical and biotechnology corporation

Her great-grandfather publically sided with the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War since he was in support of Basque Independence. Later assassinated by the fascist government in retaliation

Later, Constance's grandfather got backstabbed by his board and fired from the company

Her family was in denial about the whole thing and desperate to keep up with the appearance of wealth and continue to spend a lot of money. By the time Constance was born, they was in loads of debt

(tw suicide mention) Lost her mother in an accident. Then her father committed suicide, leaving Constance an orphan by 13.

Used the little inheritance she had to go to Garreg Mach and pretend everything was ok. Would lie anytime someone asked about her home life. Was forced to drop out at 16 because she ran out of money. To embarrassed to ask for help, she lied to everyone and told them she was going to study in the states

Yuri found her sleeping on a bench and took her in. Offered to buy her a ticket home until she finally admitted she lost everything and has no home to go back to

Dumpster drives at Garreg Mach for designer clothes. Ridiculous how much these rich kids (Hilda) toss out

Hapi

Romani :)

Ran away from home when she was a teenager to “see the world.” Unfortunately, got taken in by some questionable people

Cordelia found her and just felt so bad for her :( “oh no, a poor brown girl in need of help.” Offered to take her in and promised to help her get back home

Bullshit.

Finally able to run away and flee the country. She meets Balthus and Yuri because they were dumpster diving at the same spot.

She and Constance have this thing of getting naked and howling at the full moon each month

Emile Jeritza

Born into a religious cult in good old USA 🇺🇸 His father was the cult leader and had multiple wives.

His mother had a child from a previous relationship. Despite having numerous half-siblings, Emile was only close to Mercedes. She was the only one who didn’t scold him for crying and having “feminine” feelings after all

One day, his mother and beloved sister disappear. He never even got to say goodbye..

unbeknownst to him, when his mother and sister left they were fleeing for their lives. His mother immediately started to fight for custody of him but she was not an American citizen (while Emile and dad were) and she was trying to take him back to Europe

When Emile found out about what his father did, he…

On the run from the FBI :)

The wolves know about his history but fuck his dad, mofo had it coming.

Yuri was standing behind Jeritza at the store when he saw Jeritza didn’t have enough money for food and cat food. He told the cash register to put the sandwich back. Yuri bought him the sandwich.

#fe3h #fe3houses #ashen wolves #three hopes #three houses #fe16 #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #yuri leclerc #constance von nuvelle #balthus von albrecht #hapi fire emblem #hapi fe3h #usaigi speaks #fire emblem fanfiction #fire emblem headcanons

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yellowocaballero · 10 months ago

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You played the golden deer route!! (I think?) What's been your thoughts so far just like in general but also in comparison to blue lions? Claude and the golden deer are just so fun!!

I have not finished yet! Yes I am like 5/6ths done with the Golden Deer fic. I did something that I really shouldn't do, which is like consume 1/4th of the media and go "okay I could make a fanfic out of this" and then write a long-ass fic just based off initial impressions (this is how Theater of the Absurd happened - if you're wondering why everybody was so drastically out of character, that's why). I'm still only mostly done with the Academy phase, so no spoilers!

Thoughts so far? Claude is so funny. I am genuinely so, so fascinated by him. He's one of those characters who clearly has an entire existence and situation and insanity and you're just barely privy to the surface of it. Our C support is me walking into his room (why did I do that?) as he concocts poisons. He's a mad scientist. He wants to dissect his friends like they're insects. He's incredibly self-absorbed. He's convinced he's the smartest person in the room. He's on his gap year and he's taking a vacation with the white people and the country he leads is not his biggest priority. He wakes up in the morning, looks at himself in the mirror, and says "I'm a SCHEMER I'm a TRICKSTER I'm IMPENETRABLE I'm NOT LONELY". He has a biracial narrative and it's left him with a superiority complex because the alternative is to always be inferior. He'd be a better leader if he cared more.

I love Hilda also. She's so cunning but so kind, and her competence is underlined by her severe self-esteem issues. I haven't really connected with most of the Golden Deer - their ensemble narrative is not NEARLY as strong as the Blue Lions or Ashen Wolves. They aren't all part of the same story, I feel like. I'm still working on their supports (which are mostly C and some B right now...I kinda substituted most of them on the battlefield for the AW...sorry I have faves). Most of them are either a little annoying or uninteresting...Lysithea baby girl...Lorenz is actually deeply Felix coded in that he's kinda the sanest. He cares about all of the actually important things that nobody else cares about when they really should, and a lot of unimportant things,

I didn't expect this to happen, but Claude as your BFF actually deeply underscores how 1) Dimitri is insanely in love with you, and 2) Dimitri's bugfuck. Claude's so normal about everything. Makes me go "Wow Dimitri was normal about fucking nothing".

I'm looking forward to the War Phase and seeing how things change. These kids are fucking disasters in their lives and to each other, which mirrors their disaster country. Right now Claude's the most fascinating aspect to me. I'm not plugged into the fandom, but from what I can see his complexity and depth is kind of slept on - he has a comic relief role in dynamics, but I can already tell it's pretty constructed. Writing him as a jokester is like writing Dimitri as a preppy, perfect, adorably awkward nerd. Yes, that is a major part of how they present themselves to the public. I can't entirely call it a lie. But if you think that those performances are genuine, then you're buying what they're selling. Claude, Dimitri, and Edelgard are liars, and if you stay surface level in your depiction you're scrubbing out what makes them good characters. Also, especially in Dima's case, The Point

#my asks #writing dimitri as who he is in the academy phase and like. stopping there. is wild to me #3/4ths of the way through hes threatening to rip people's throats out with his teeth #taking away 17yo dima's real bloodthirstiness and ugly hatred feels like a disinterest in the character himself #and like. just. it's boring.#comic relief-ing khalid and making him the sole brain cell is boring and a disservice to the interesting character #(and uh ppl do that to POC a lot like they do it to women)#the only sin to me is to be boring :/#writing dimitri in this new fic and im seeing how he just hinges on. him being two people at once.#him hating violence and him needing it. knowing death was wrong and wishing death upon people #it's contradictory and here's a character with those contradictions #as the writer you have to figure out how he is both of these people at once #it is the FUN part

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kandisheek · 22 days ago

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FIC REC WEEK 48 – CROSSOVER

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Perlmutt

Not only is Perlmutt one of the nicest, most supportive people I've met in this fandom, she's also a fantastic writer and storyteller. I especially love her crossover fics, because the way she marries the two worlds together always feels so natural. And her characterizations and dialogue are impeccable. If you're not following her yet, you should definitely get right on that!

Here's some of her work that I think you should check out:

Wind of Change

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,301 Tags: Lord of the Rings AU, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: After the battle, Anthony anxiously awaits the return of his beloved.

Reasons why I love it: As it happens, I am a huge Lord of the Rings fan, and the battle of Minas Tirith happens to be one of my favorite scenes. So this fic makes me incredibly happy. The fact that it's beautifully written with amazing angst and fluff at the end makes it even better. I love it so much, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

Of Owls, Polyjuice Potion, And Love Letters

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,892 Tags: Hogwarts AU, Getting Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary: Tony had wanted to burn the damned love letter. But now his owl had found and delivered it. He needed to get it back if he didn't want to have to change his name and move to Madagascar...

Reasons why I love it: This is exactly the kind of chaotic plan that Tony would make, and I am here for it! Also, bless DUM-E for being a meddling little owl. This fic is super cute and funny and everything I love about Hogwarts AUs, so I really hope you go and check it out for yourself!

Learning to love

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,618 Tags: Terminator AU, Post-Apocalypse, Protective Tony and Steve

Summary: An unorthodox love begins to blossom between a man and a machine...

Reasons why I love it: The formatting of this fic is so fricking cool! I love the look into Tony's code and how it influences the storytelling, it's so good! And the whole connection to Ultron is genius, it ties the two worlds so neatly together, I love it! Also, who doesn't love Steve and Tony doing anything and everything to protect one another? Definitely check this one out, it's amazing!

drowning in your eyes

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,744 Tags: Hunger Games AU, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fake Relationship

Summary: "The second tribute of District 12 is Steven Rogers!" The fog that had settled in Tony's brain was swept away by the name that Maria Hill announced, and he was back in the present. Reality hit him like a brick. Steven Rogers, Steven Rogers, Steven – no! From the group of eighteen-year-olds came a tall, broad-shouldered young man with hair the color of the sun. He wore a plain blue button down. His fists were clenched. His face was ashen, his eyes empty. Somewhere in the back of the crowd, a woman began to cry. Tony's heart, already weak, stopped beating in his chest altogether. Frozen, he watched his fellow tribute climb the stairs to stand beside him. A rushing noise filled his ears, and all of a sudden, he was eight years old. Eight, starving, and drowning.

Reasons why I love it: I really love Perl's take on how Steve and Tony met. It's the perfect combination of Marvel canon and Hunger Games canon, as is the rest of this fic. I especially love the choices for who is a standing in for which character in the Hunger Games, it suits them so well. And that moment on the roof is perfectly bittersweet. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

beyond

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,341 Tags: Avatar The Last Airbender AU, Married Couple, Reunions

Summary: All Tony wants is to see his husband again. He flees from his country, hides and fights for his life. With Steve at his side he'll be able to start a new life beyond the fire.

Reasons why I love it: Aww, their reunion is so sweet, despite the circumstances! Once again, the choices Perl makes for which nation each of the characters belongs to fit perfectly, I really am in awe of her worldbuilding skills. And Tony's journey really made me feel for him, it's a good thing he was found when he was. I love this fic, and if you haven't yet, I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

#marvel #fanfic #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #stony #ficrec

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teecupangel · 1 year ago

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*raises hand* I'm very interested in any FE x AC crossover ideas you have

I've personally had a couple of thoughts about dropping Desmond into fates because I think him playing off of Saizo would be funny

From @a-faint-hope

Thanks and I would be interested in your FE x AC crossover ideas.

First of all, here’s an AC AU idea based on the Engage rings system.

Okay, I have 2 sorta kinda vague ideas:

One is an actual crossover set in Fodlan, specifically during Three Hopes. This one came to me when I was playing the demo for Three Hopes. So a bit of a ‘sidenote’, Three Hopes started its marketing during the time I’m super into AC (still am, still here) so whenever I would talk about Shez to my FE friends, I keep typing Shay instead. It got so bad that I honestly couldn’t remember Shez’s name for a while and I just kept typing it as Shay.

So…

How about a Three Hope scenario where Shay Cormac wakes up in the middle of nowhere and a person that calls themselves Arval can talk to them ‘telepathically’, telling him that they were connected by something that Arval themselves do not know what. Only that they woke up because they felt Shay. Shay looks around and… it was a battlefield.

He had woken up in a battlefield.

Left with no idea of what was happening and where he was, Shay travels to find more information, forming a sort of alliance with Arval as both of them need information to know why Shay is here in this strange land and why Arval has woken up inside Shay.

During their travels, Shay helps out three students who were running from bandits and is taken in by the Church of Seiros where he becomes an instructor. Shay knows that the woman called Lady Rhea is trying to keep him in check and close to find out who he truly is and where he came from.

For now, they give him the position of being one of the instructors and he gets to choose which ‘house’ he’d be the professor of.

Thinking of it for a while, Shay decides to pick Black Eagle because…

The young heir to the Adestrian Empire, Edelgard, reminded him so much of Haytham Kenway.

Shay’s appearance changes a lot of things, mainly because of his Eagle Vision. He realizes where the bandits hideout is and Edelgard’s ‘suggestions’ led them to the right direction (with Shay suspecting that Edelgard knows more than she’s letting on) and they manage to save Monica before the ritual, whatever that is.

Because of Monica’s survival and Edelgard taking in Shay’s inclusion to her plans, the whole thing goes very similar to Three Hopes’ prologue and Edelgard requests that Shay becomes one of her ‘vassals’ and help her rid Fodlan of its corruption and give way to real peace, not this fake peace that the three nations were pretending they had under the iron grip of the Church.

Shay, not having any other options and also thinking of the Black Eagle (especially Edelgard who always seemed lonely in Shay’s eyes) as his responsibility and having become close to them, agrees and becomes part of the Adrestian Empire’s army.

During the war phase, they learned that Jeralt’s Mercenary, the most powerful mercenary group in all of Fodlan, had been hired by the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus who, at the moment, is keeping Archbishop Rhea and her closest ‘confidants’ safe and giving them sanctuary. Apparently, the one who suggested that King Dimitri buy Jeralt’s Mercenary group was no one other than the Ashen Demon themselves, Byleth. But… that sounds more like a rumor at the moment.

As if that wasn’t enough, Shay realized that a certain group from House Riegan… wore white, had access to actual Hidden Blades (forged in materials found in this world) and… they call their leader ‘mentor’.

That’s as far as I got.

The main idea is:

Shay stays with Edelgard because Edelgard reminded him of Haytham Kenway and he thinks of the Black Eagle students as like siblings/children he couldn’t help but care for. He’s especially fond of Petra who may or may not have been getting one-on-one lessons from Shay to be more… Assassin-y.

Byleth may or may not have memories of the events of both Three Hopes and Three Houses. By the time Shay first sees them, they already have light green hair. (Byleth’s gender in this one is also a “???” as I usually write female!Byleth but, for this one, who knows?). Of course, I won’t deny that Byleth coming to Faerghus is absolutely because of Dimileth XD

The Almyra section has actually been done by the time the war phase starts as a man known as the ‘mentor’ had recruited people in Almyra (both local Almyrans, immigrants and even foreigners) and created a Brotherhood. Almyra is stable at the moment politically and the king of Almyra had requested that the mentor lend a hand on Leicester Alliance as part of their ‘tentative’ alliance with the Roundtable of Leicester Alliance. The mentor takes no orders from the Alliance but he and Claude are ‘friendly’ enough that he will listen to Claude’s plans but he’ll do whatever he wants in the end. No one know where the mentor came from although Claude is friendly enough to call him by his name… ‘Desmond’.

My other AC x FE idea is actually… uuuhh… AC characters set in an FE type of scenario?

The plot’s very barebone and might sound familiar:

Desmond wakes up in a place he doesn’t recognize and people he knew starts popping up but… they’re the same people he knew. They have the same name and looks the same and have similar personalities, only… ‘tweaked’ to the setting where magic is real and there are dragons (“They’re called wyverns”, yeah okay) and apparently Desmond was found in an underground temple where the ‘hope of the world’ is meant to be.

Because this world is currently in war with an unknown force that destroys everything in its path with an army of unknown origins and the nations of the world are trying to find a solution to this problem. The enemy army itself seemed to be made up of statues with glowing white light.

Desmond and his group are attacked and he realized that the statues all have the glow of a POE… and their armor and weaponry… looked very similar for some reason.

They are saved by the prince of the nearest country and… things spiral from there.

So…

Main idea:

Desmond gets to be the Avatar of this scenario. He starts of with the class that has a proficiency with swords (A), dagger (A), and bow (A).

Rebecca is one of the two people who finds Desmond. She’d probably be either a tank type or a monk type.

Shaun is obviously the other one and he’d be a tome type (if Rebecca is a tank, he would also have access to staves).

Now, for the other nations and their ‘playable characters’:

Altaïr would be the Lord of his nation although he’s technically just a prince when he meets (rescue?) Desmond. He has proficiency in Daggers (A), Sword (S) and Tomes (S) and his Lord class would be a Flying Unit (I’m thinking an actual Eagle because Griffin Knights are mostly known as non-magical units).

Malik and Kadar would be his vassals and they share the same class but with different proficiency (with Kadar having Staves while Malik has Tomes) aka: they’re the Abel and Cain archetype of this idea.

Kadar would be the first actual dedicated healer that the party would get if Shaun doesn’t have Staff proficiency.

(If they get promoted, they’d get flying classes which will become the Pegasus Sisters archetype with Altaïr XD)

Ezio would be the next Lord that they’d encounter although he’s just the second son of one of the nobles in their kingdom. He has proficiency in Bow (A), Lance (S) and Staves (S) and his Lord class will be a Ground Unit (look, there’s too many sword proficiency going around. We need to have the Weapon Triangle here XD)

Claudia would be one of his vassals. Not sure what her proficiency would be but one of them has to be Dagger.

Not sure on who his other vassal would be. Machiavelli being a magic type would be a good choice. La Volpe or Yusuf being Thief type classes would be good too. An absolutely left field would be Lo Sparviero taking the Aptitude trait (kinda like Donnel/Mozu/Jean).

Ratonhnhaké:ton would be the third Lord that Desmond recruits and he’s the clan mother’s grandson. He has proficiency in Bow (S), Axe (S) and Dagger (A) and his Lord class will be a Cavalry Unit (Either a wolf or a bear).

Aveline would be one of his vassals and she would have three possible classes to change into.

Kanen'tó:kon would be his other vassal and he’d be a tank unit.

Other than them… uuuhhh… possible other characters:

Haytham Kenway with Shay Cormac and Charles Lee (otherwise, they’d be reoccurring enemy units)

Edward Kenway with Adéwalé and Edward Thatch (Mary Read, Anne Bonny and Calico Jack are also with him though). They’ll be encountered on a ship stage, of course.

Arno Dorian with Pierre and Leon. If we don’t give Ezio Lo Sparviero as his vassal, Leon will have the Aptitude trait and be our Donnel/Mozu/Jean. Pierre might betray the party, maybe?

Henry Green with the Frye Twins. Jacob is a melee unit while Evie is a magic unit.

Aya with Bayek and Apollodorus under the command of their ruler Cleopatra. They’d be encountered as enemies first because of an order from Cleopatra. Bayek has the hero class (sword and shield), Aya is on the thief class line and Apollodorus would either be a tank or a lance type class.

Kassandra would be all on her own for some reason. She seems to have more idea than she lets on. If left up to me, I’ll make her miserable and turn her into a Tiki archetype XD

Eivor with Hytham and Randvi. They’re all looking for Basim and Sigurd (the ruler of their nation) who went missing some time ago. Eivor and Randvi would be the Axe-Bros archetype. XD

I was thinking of who the Jagen would be and all I can think of is Bill. He’ll be the overpowered promoted unit who would soon fall behind due to stat allocation and growth rates. To hammer it in, he will also be the “soon to be dead parental figure” Cornelius archetype as well. XD

Dropping Desmond into Fates would be fun too. A Desmond in Hoshido versus Corrin in Nohr would be the ‘easy’ choice or… you know… Corrin finds Desmond sleeping in Valla after she chose the Revelations route? I like the idea of Desmond acting like Corrin and Azura’s big brother because, holy shit, they’re too young to be in this kind of fucked up situation! Honestly, I can just see Desmond casually talking to Saizo while Saizo’s in his entire serious glory XD

#oh man #how am I suppose to tag this #uuuhh #fire emblem inspired au idea #I guess #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: fire emblem #fic idea: crossover #fire emblem

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bilightningwhumper · 2 months ago

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@flufftober 2024- Day 8: Chopping & Piling Wood

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Summary:

Excerpt for "Ashen Spell" (Cinderella + Beauty and the Beast combo retelling) Issac has some shocking news for Nerissa and she has some for him in return

Notes:

Characters: Nerissa- Beast Issac- Prince Cinder (mentioned)- Cinderella Crystal (mentioned)- Beauty

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Word count: 655

Nerissa PoV

Having a wood stove was nice compared to its electronic counterpart. It heated the whole house and didn’t have that annoying buzzing noise, according to Crystal.

It also meant having a lot of wood chopped and stored away. Which was fine by Nerissa. The others helped every now and then, but she didn’t mind having this chore all to herself. It was a good way to clear her head and let out some energy.

And being outside doing just that most days made her easy to find. It was usually common to have Cinder and Crystal come out to keep her company and chat, either together or separately. So turning to see Issac walking up to her instead, neither of the other two in sight.

They locked eyes for a moment, leveling each other up. Then she just shrugged, going back to her current tasks.

“What brings you here?” she asked, splitting a half log into quarters, throwing the chunks on the pile in her wheelbarrow.

“I’m going back to my parents’.” he said, then went quiet again.

It was annoying, having to pull conversation out of the other alpha. He didn’t have any issue talking to anyone else, just her it seemed.

Chop. Thud. “So you’ve come to say goodbye?” she prompted, glancing over at him from the corner of her eye.

“Yeah.”

Seriously, was she that terrifying? “When will you be back?” She fought to keep her voice light, not annoyed. Chop. Thud.

“I won’t.”

She stopped, turning to face him, to which he took a step back, avoiding her eyes. “What?”

Shrugging, he kicked the ground. “There’s not much point of me being here. Crystal isn’t my mare, she’s yours. And Cinder’s clearly happier with you around than me, so it’s easy math.” That had to be the most he’d said to her in one go. And he kept going. “I can find a new job, so you don’t have to feel guilty about that. And-”

“Is this because of what you were telling Crystal the other day?” she interrupted, placing her ax on the ground as she picked up her water bottle.

His face flushed and he laughed nervously. “Well we talk a lot, so you’ll have to be more specific.”

“When you were talking about being trans.” she said bluntly. “If that’s what you’re leaving for, you don’t need to. Cinder already sees you as a guy and that wouldn’t change if you told him you weren’t always. And I don’t think any different of you either, if that means anything.”

The emotions flashing rapidly across Issac’s face was kind of funny, even as his face grew worryingly red.

“But, but that was weeks ago!” he spluttered. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

She just shrugged, sitting down on the stump she’d been chopping on. “Because I figured you’d get awkward about it. Or didn’t want me to know. But if I knew you were thinking of leaving us because of it, I would have.”

At least he wasn’t gaping at her like a fish anymore, even if he still stared at her with wide eyes. “You… don’t want me to leave?” he asked in a small voice.

Shrugging again, she said, “You’re good company, even if you annoy me sometimes. And you make Cinder and Crystal happy. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Oh.” He smiled, still pink and shy. “Cool.”

It was like he was trying to test her. “Just promise me one thing?”

“Hmm?”

She got up and wrapped his forehead with her knuckles. “Talk to me like a normal person, please. I’m not going to tear your tongue out if you say more than five words at a time.”

Rubbing his head, he grinned up at her. “Deal!” Then he disappeared back into the house.

She sighed. At least that was progress. Somewhat. He was lucky she loved him, even if he hadn’t figured that out yet.

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oh-no-another-idea · 2 years ago

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Invisible Girl Excerpt--Saturday March 11th

Everyone, I just finished writing chapter 19 in draft one of The Invisible Girl!!! Onward and upward, as always, but I thought I’d stop by and celebrate by sharing a bit of what I just wrote with you all! Picture the setting: the darkness of a cargo car, the whole train rattling occasionally in the wind...

“It’s funny,” Paris said, and she let go of his hand, “Most people, when they hear about a family member, they say something, part of the script. She sounds lovely, or I wish I could meet her. You don’t say any of that.”

“Why would I?” Velia asked, rather surprised to find she wasn’t outraged at the words. She meant the question sincerely.

Paris smiled dryly. “Even if there’s a hope, you don’t say a word.”

“What hope?” He was the only one of them all who had correctly guessed her motives for Antonio’s plans. He was smart enough to put the rest of the pieces together—there was no place for her in the negotiating world Antonio lived in. She would be taking what she could. Taking and disappearing again.

“I guess you’re used to a bleaker world,” Paris said. “Are you preparing to hoodwink Antonio and leave again?”

Velia was viciously glad there was to be no sign of judgment from him—how could there be when he couldn’t see her? He could only guess.

“If I can swing it,” Velia answered, a little confused as to why she was being truthful. “Sometimes I wonder, now.”

Paris huffed. “You must be quite the mastermind.”

“No,” Velia said honestly. “Not really. There was always—someone else pulling the strings. I’m just the instrument, aimed in the right direction.”

A furrow appeared between his brows. He didn’t say anything, and Velia was slightly afraid to ask. The silence hung between them, as thick and heavy as honey suspended from a spoon. Velia felt the strange urge to do something severe, just to alleviate it.

“I don’t know what to do about tonight,” she confided. “I have no idea what to do.”

“I have a feeling it’s going to rely very strongly on our wits in the thick of the moment,” he replied. “Some things you can’t plan for.”

“But planning might help. A strategy, if you understand my meaning? Surely if we examine the variables and plot to counter the most obvious—what?”

His eyes were laughing at her, plain to see even in the darkness. “Nothing.”

Velia reached over and smacked him on the arm. “You think I’m being funny? You think I’m quaint, Paris Carlo, man of the world?”

“No,” he said, definitely grinning then.

“I suppose slicing your hands open down at the exotic docks of New York City have broadened your horizons? Learned you in ways I could never dream of? I suppose I better ask you for your wisdom, oh, wonderful Mr. Carlo.”

Paris laughed. “Do you always have such strong opinions that you don’t share? It’s a pity—I sense you have a lot to say.”

“Don’t think you’re the first person that listened or anything,” Velia teased. “I tell the pigeons everything, and lately Antonio as well, because his ears are so big.”

“I can picture it,” Paris said, eyes drifting shut. “A flock of pigeons minding their own business, scrapping for seeds on the sidewalk, and a disembodied voice above complaining about putting proper thoughts into thieving schemes.”

Velia stared, trying to be offended.

“Ms. Greene,” Paris concluded, “Since you are the resident expert where it comes to stealing,” here he winked most obnoxiously, “Perhaps you’d better lead the way.”

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#my writing #wip: invisible girl #wip excerpt #cass rambles

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haejjoon · 2 years ago

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all the problems u have w sumi just feeling shoehorned in is how i feel abt every new character they add in rereleases. its why i hate marie in p4g and rin in catherine. i get that they want to add new content but the character designs always look out of place and they just never add that much to the story

(i think maruki is the exception to that, but even then it’s still kinda eh)

exactly. if there's gonna be a new character that's so important you have to base your entire marketing strategy around them, make said character change the main plot. or just release them in a separate dlc for the base game, like the ashen wolves for fe3h. its such a blatant cashgrab its not even funny

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lonely-shine · 2 years ago

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34 for alnair, 31 for atlas, and 19 for shell!

34. How did they react when they learned they'd died of the plague?

Funny fact! Alnair becomes aware of her own death moments before they tell her, it's a very visceral knowledge and she almost remembers her death (she always comments on how ironic it is that the only thing she remembers about her past life is her death).

I actually have this scene written, so don't mind me if I pull it from my massive WIP (Alnair's journey is a route mashup and I'm writing it all):

“We— we knew each other, four years ago.”

“We… did?” I gape at [Julian], shocked, but not in pain.

Julian nods. “You were an apprentice at my clinic, during the plague. Learning medicine to help the victims. I…” he trails off, sighs. “When Lucio fell sick, I went to work at the Palace. You went at the Lazaret.”

The Lazaret. I remember when I visited it with Nadia. The looming ruins, the ashen sand, the way it called out to me… Like it held answers for me, secrets. Is that why I felt like I’d been there before? Because I had? But what was with that strange sense of belonging?

“It wasn’t— I didn’t…” Julian runs a hand through his hair. “Listen, uh, just stay calm and listen to me, okay?”

I hear it in my mind, that same calling I heard then, like answers waiting to be unveiled. Come here… Come inside… I’m not physically there now, but I follow. A red haze fills my vision. I hear distant voices, cries, and feel an intense burning on my skin that I can’t tell if it’s from the fever or the flames.

“I found out that… that…” Julian’s voice sounds distant even when my gaze focuses back on him.

“That I died there,” I say, and know it’s true, feeling it deep inside my bones, knowing it like I’ve never known anything else.

[...]

“Then that means… are you… are you okay?” Julian says, reaching out to rest a hand on my shoulder, to give me support or in fear I lose my balance, I’m not sure.

“I think I am.” There’s no headache, no sickness, and though I can feel my mind racing, I’d be worried if it wasn’t. I chuckle nervously. “It actually explains so many things, in a twisted way.” I remember how the people from my district used to look weird at me three years ago, like they’d seen a ghost… Hah, who would have thought.

31. Have they always lived in Vesuvia? How well-travelled are they?

Nope, Atlas isn't from Vesuvia! His home is in a village near the Void Lake (south of the Sea of Persephia). He's well travelled, and has been through all the central part of the map, but is still missing the north (Prakra, the Mountains, etc) and south (Shining Steppe, Scourgelands, Southern Spines, etc). See map below for a very rough aproximation of what I mean

19. Are they good at handling animals? Are they good with children?

Shell is neutral with animals (doesn't have a particualry good or bad hand/relationship with them), and could more accurately be described as the crazy auntie with kids in most routes xD That said, she does become a mother in some routes and will do great at it (and probably be the most level-headed parent too when she's with Asra, Julian, or Lucio)

#shine answers #ask #not quite art #but a fanfic sneak peek 👀#the arcana

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cymoseria · 1 year ago

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if anyone wondering about my profile quote (and maybe the pic too), it’s actually nothing related to twst. it’s from my favorite otome called taisho x alice (only followed closely by collar x malice).

it’s not like your typical otome, even though it started like a light and comedic otome (and ngl, the comedy is actually really funny at times), the plot is actually really dark once you know about what’s really happening in the game. and it also comes with a bunch of trigger warnings (please heed them, especially for episode 2). there are 4 games in total (plus 1 fan disk) and it’s highly recommended to be played in order, though i messed up by playing episode 2 before episode 1. in my honest opinion though, it’s still fine to switch the order of episode 1 and 2, but definitely not for the rest. if you ever decide to start playing this otome, i really hope that you’ll give it a chance of at least playing it until episode 3 because that’s where you’ll understand the plot. trust me, there’s an answer to everything.

the voice acting for this game is also exceptional, especially so for alice (voiced by matsuoka yoshitsugu). i couldn’t share the detail without spoiling the plot, but the reason is connected to it and the cv really delivered it beautifully. but it also goes the same for other characters too! i really love listening to them because the characters and feelings are conveyed very clearly (even for someone that doesn’t understand japanese, ie. me). and also let’s not disregard the translator for doing a wonderful job translating this whole game without ruining the humor and details of the game 🖤

another thing i love about this game is the protagonist. the heroine of this game is unlike any other. she’s assertive, funny, smart, and most of all, she’s the princess that saves her prince(s). i’ve played some otome with strong protagonists as well, like ichika (collar x malice), jed/eiar (psychedelica of the ashen hawk), teuta (bustafellows), and many more, but yurika is on another level. she can also be drastic and crazy at times lol, but that’s all the more reason of why i love her. she’s also not someone with an idealistic mindset that always thinks about “the best for everyone” like how most protagonists are written, she’s more of the realistic type that understands that she can’t have “best of both worlds” and knows that she needs to make her own choice.

all in all, this game really destroyed me. i really couldn’t stop thinking about it for months after i finished episode 3. the epilogue hadn’t come out when i finished it at that time, but it really was worth the wait. i’m gonna confess that i usually cracked the non-online games i play in my pc, but for this game alone, i was more than willing to pay for the official game just because i really wanted to pay my respect for the developers. it went the same for my friend whom i dragged into this mess of feelings.

#taisho x alice #arisu yurika #otome game #otome #otome review #visual novel #this is probably my first review #cymosas signal

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asoulofatlantis · 3 months ago

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After this rather emotionally intense Rean-route, we are now moving on to Vans team, which is likely joined by Shizuna soon...

Well... that was quick. We are still in the first cutscene after switching routes. I expected her to join more in the middle of Vans-Part.

Lots of Märchen Garten- uhm... Grim Garden Stuff. Nothing big happening so far.

Now mostly sidemissons. There was some talk with Killika about why Kinkaid is so distant but I didn't fully understand that so I didn't pay much attention to it, but I guess it is worth mentioning that she said something about a "state secret". Maybe wee need that later.

Oh look its Ashen! With Rixia! (I always found it funny that these two became friends as soon as Ashen was sure Rixia would not go after Cao XD)

Speak of the devil...

Also, in case I accidentally skip that part for some reason (or already have ^^') Caos brother apparently ask Rixia to marry him and apparently she refused saying she has someone in Crossbell. (Someone who has like 3 more Girl in his harem, but as a Rean-Fan, who am I to say anything about that? XD)

Its hard to accidentally skip something your anticipating, I guess XD

Seriously tho Rixia. That would have been your chance to get our of that Harem and get a happy ending. You will never find happiness with Lloyd. Not while Elie is alive, at least.

His reason are not very romantic, but given that Lloyd is stuck in Limbus of all of Trails endless eternity, I'd say this is more than she will ever get if she stays stuck in the Harem.

Honey I understand you but... you will regret that one day. All ALL the Ladys in Lloyds and Reans Harems eventually will. (Seriously, at the end of the day, I would prefer Alisa to get happy with SOMEONE instead of being stuck hoping to become the number one of someone who will NEVER chose a number one to begin with...) But here too, Falcom lacks the backbone to give any of the Harem-Girls happyness.

So she didn't exactly say she has feelings for someone else as other people said, she rather said that part of her just belongs to Crossbell. Tho when he offered to get closer to her "Moon Dancer" - Persona as well she said she doubted her answer would change. But... I mean... hey... she is the first of all the Harem-Ladys that actually got a serious proposal.

Cao actually silently said something about "the other opponent" being to blame. I am sure he is not wrong tho ^^'

Risette gives us her fucking background story in an Optional Connect-Event-Scene. How stupid is that?

I actually have a Spoiler tho which would explain why they have hidden Risettes full backgroundstory from us for to long. Only alongside the ending of this game it would actually make full sense to us. Which is likely while still even in this event, she says she cant remember the reason for being put in some sort of hibernation-tube but with a half destroyed body at only around 14 years old.

Van needs to be stopped when there is chocolate involved ^^' I didn't get the full context but they seem to be in an auction and when there was a mention that whatever gets auctioned off right now includes a special kind of chocolate Agnes had to stop him from actively being part of the auction ^^'

Get yourself a girl who pays attention to your finances XD

Apparently Shizuna wants to play with McBurn and is not happy that Simeon is telling her that he can not come out to play XD

Campanelle was fooling around again. Nothing big really, just that he found it funny to do so why using the synonym "C" - like we haven't had enough of this already ^^'

We should have seen it coming that she is the new Gilbert...

Apperantly our teams are the only ones not knowing that something big is going on, if even Sharis sister is already planning something in regards of the "New dawn" or whatever it is they have been dropping us a few times by now.

Ist Kevin-Time now. From what I saw so far, its quite lore-heavy, but I was just letting the Stream run while playing Fields of Mistria so I am not completely sure. Maybe it just looked like it ^^'

#Mona watches Kai no Kiseki #spoiler #spoilers

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seburath-aryes-ancunin · 7 months ago

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Just something a little funny.

I thought it was funny seeing all the people write fanfics of Tavs and Astarion a d they call him Star or Stari. With Aryes she doesn't call him anything like that.

No she calls him Rio. Why?

Well when they met (pre-vamp Astarion mind you) Aryes was young, as in 6-7 and she had lost a few teeth (not spoiling how but it wasn't natural causes.....) she couldn't say his name properly. It would always come out as Azzarion or asarion.

So he gave her permission so call him Rio since that was the only part she could speak if she needed him.

In return, he called her Ashes which turned into Ash (he called her Ashes as a joke because as the time she was shedding her scales so her shed scales looked like ashes because they are ashen colored)

And they kept those names even after they were reunited.

Aryes never calls Astarion her little star or anything like that. She calls him Rio and her Silver haired prince.

Funny enough the others have nicknames for her too.

Karlach calls her Ari (a call back on my original/alt spelling of her name Aries).

Gale calls her Nightingale ('as dark as the night sky with eyes as bright as the moon' as he once told her)

Lae'zel calls her a dragon (she also told her she smells of home and wasnt immediately hostile to her on the first meeting).

Shart, Volo and Wyll usually call her by her name. Although Shart sometimes calls her Ari if she's around Karlach. Volo called her dragon a few times but she made a joke about it (something about 'dragon his ass out of the camp') and he stopped that and called her by her name from then on.

Halsin calls her Shadow because she's so sneaky. He adores her but sees her more like a sibling (she's not interested in him. She has a vampire and Rizzard)

But yeah just some interesting lore for Aryes.

#i also didn't wanna be like everyone else so i gave him a unique nickname #also im going with a Astarion came from a rich family but grew tired of it so he left #he met Aryes when we was passing thru their town and was asking for work #her parents offered him a month long job helping around rhe tavern and farm #Aryes did her best but she smol and couldn't do it all #im not gonna spoil it too much but lets just say that Astarion saved her from some bad shit #and none if it was aryes fault #shes just..... different from everyone #i hope to have the story typed out soon #ill probably put it up here after uploading to A03 #also ive not played through the game fully yet so i dont have everyone in camp just yet #im still just act 1 but Minthara is ded #she aggro'd on me and couldn't calm her soooooo yeah

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Vriska Serket, Kanaya Maryam, Karkat Vantas

Act 6, page 7508-7509

VRISKA: How's it going over there?

KANAYA: I Told Them I Would Leave Them Alone And Go Talk To Some Trolls

KANAYA: I Guess This Troll Over Here Will Have To Do

VRISKA: Happy to 8e of service.

VRISKA: Man, look at them. They all seem so excited.

VRISKA: Like a 8unch of wigglers hopped up on high fructose gru8 sauce.

VRISKA: I hope they don't crash from this reunion 8uzz too hard 8efore it's showtime.

KANAYA: If They Do I Am Sure One Of Your Contingency Plans Will Swing Into Full Effect

KANAYA: Maybe You Can Buy Time For Everyone To Recover By Lulling Our Adversaries Into An Extensive Strategy Session

VRISKA: Hey Maryam, why don't you can it!

VRISKA: Our sassy little games of one upsmanship are fun and all, 8ut I'm trying to 8e sincere here.

VRISKA: You know, seeing as this is the last time I'll see you all in a while.

KANAYA: Youre Right Sorry

KANAYA: Bring On The Sincerity

VRISKA: I was just saying, a8out the humans.

VRISKA: They seem so happy.

VRISKA: I mean, look at Rose!

VRISKA: No offense, 8ut most of the time she's kind of a pill.

KANAYA: None Taken And Me Too Probably

VRISKA: Good point.

VRISKA: 8ut I don't think I've ever seen her like that. 8y which I mean, making no discerni8le effort whatsoever to disguise the fact that she's happy.

VRISKA: Well, ok. May8e there were a couple times.

KANAYA: Is That In Reference To How You Like To Flagrantly Spy On Us Sometimes

VRISKA: I don't "spy" on you!

VRISKA: That is such an unfair characteriz8tion.

VRISKA: Would you can it with that shit already??

KANAYA: Ill Never Understand Your Ongoing And Apparently Unironic Use Of The Phrase "Can It"

KANAYA: And In Particular Why You Always Seem To Direct This Expression To Me And Seemingly No One Else

KANAYA: I Just Think It Is Such A Peculiar And Amusing Way To Tell Someone To Be Quiet

VRISKA: What! Why?

VRISKA: No, that's a normal way of putting it!

VRISKA: I mean... it's a pretty normal thing to say, right? When you want... someone... to pipe down?

KANAYA: "Pipe Down" Isnt Even Much Better

KANAYA: Its Just A Funny Thing To Say And The Fact That You Dont Realize It Makes It Funnier

KANAYA: I Think The Underlying Explanation Is That You Are Just Funnier That You Realize Or Try To Be

KANAYA: It Is Something To Like About You

VRISKA: I guess I'll have to accept your sass as a compliment then.

VRISKA: And no, I don't SPY on you. I just...

VRISKA: Check in with you sometimes! To see how you're doing.

KANAYA: Okay If Thats How You Want To Put It

KANAYA: You Involve Yourself In Many Private Matters Without Even Offering The Pretense Of Doing Otherwise

KANAYA: To Think That At One Point I Was Regarded As The Meddlesome One

VRISKA: Look, it just so happens that I care very deeply for all my friends and want to make sure they're doing alright on a somewhat regular 8asis.

VRISKA: Is that a crime??

KANAYA: In Some Societies Violating The Privacy Of Others In Certain Ways Yes I Believe So

KANAYA: I Understand Your Motives Though And Really This Is Just Me Giving You A Hard Time

VRISKA: I never got why everyone treats their romantic affairs as so PRIV8.

VRISKA: What's the 8ig deal. So you like to do some smooching and stuff with another person. May8e get over yourselves??

VRISKA: Karkat is the worst offender. You'd think he was charged with guarding st8 secrets. News flash, 8uddy. No8ody gives a fuck!

KANAYA: It Sounds Like You Very Much Give A Fuck Though

VRISKA: Hey, why don't you can... I mean, cut me some slack?

VRISKA: I don't hold anyone to standards I don't hold myself to.

VRISKA: I'm very open a8out my rel8tionships! My moirallegience with Terezi? Pff. Ask me anything! I have nothing to hide.

VRISKA: We'll throw our diamonds up in your face like we're making a getaway.

VRISKA: We don't even give a fuck. If you can't take the stench, then get out of the meal 8lock.

VRISKA: Same with any ashen liaisons I've 8een involved with over the years. What's the 8ig deal?

KANAYA: I Have To Admit To Being Impressed With Your Uh

KANAYA: Strangely Natural Proficiency With Auspisticism

KANAYA: It Is An Incredibly Difficult Quadrant To Master And Very Emotionally Taxing I Find

KANAYA: In A Way That Conflicts With The Pursuit Of Relationships In Other Quadrants

KANAYA: I Cant Ignore That During Our Trip You Probably Diffused A Lot Of Unpleasant Situations Before They Started

KANAYA: But When It Comes To Matters Of Privacy And Such

KANAYA: And Which Forms Of Expression People Feel At Ease Showing In Public

KANAYA: Pale Relationships Are Really Different I Think

KANAYA: What About The Other Kind

KANAYA: Seems To Me You Have Not Been Involved In Any So Im Not Sure You Really Understand

VRISKA: I just don't have time for anything like that in my life right now!

VRISKA: Red and 8lack rel8tionships are so a8sor8ing. I have a strong pale rel8tionship which is very important to me, 8ut that's a8out all I can handle.

VRISKA: May8e l8ter on when the dust settles from this crazy adventure, I'll consider it. 8ut for now, this is all I can deal with.

VRISKA: I just have too many irons in the fire, you know?

KANAYA: I Know All About The Irons

KANAYA: I Have Heard Rumors Of This Alleged Fire As Well

VRISKA: So what are they talking a8out?

KANAYA: What

VRISKA: All your 8uddies over there!

VRISKA: We were still talking a8out that. It's ridiculous how easily we all get sidetracked 8y romantic 8lither.

KANAYA: Oh

KANAYA: "Family" Stuff Mainly

VRISKA: It's pretty fascin8ting. Sociologically speaking, I mean.

VRISKA: Their idea of families.

VRISKA: The idea of si8lings is strange enough. People who are genetically similar and grow up together.

VRISKA: Spending all that time with Dave and Rose, you started getting a sense for it. Like, the logic of it, how it must have shaped Earth society. 8ut also its inherent ridiculousness.

VRISKA: Sharing a residence with your near-clone while growing up? So preposterous.

VRISKA: 8ut then you add the idea of parents, and suddenly it's complete madness.

VRISKA: Our society was so individualistic, and that all seemed so normal and reasona8le.

VRISKA: So I look over there, and see two Lalondes and a Strider, and there's a whole OTHER Strider on the way, and...

VRISKA: A human family starts striking me as not so much a social unit, so much as like, an INFEST8TION.

KANAYA: Yeah

KANAYA: Well

KANAYA: I Will Say An Entire Other Strider Does Sound Like A Bit Much

KANAYA: On Top Of What Is Already Quite A Spectacle

KANAYA: Maybe We Just Dont Get It

VRISKA: Of course we don't. That's my point.

VRISKA: I mean, we have ancestors, 8ut under normal circumstances it's pretty much UNHEARD of to imagine you'd ever get the chance to meet them.

VRISKA: We had the unusual privilege of meeting most of ours, or at least, certain versions of them.

VRISKA: 8ut that's still just a one-person lineage. It's really simple and comprehensi8le.

VRISKA: Human lineage is just a huge clusterfuck if you ask me.

KANAYA: There Is A Certain Advantage To It Though

KANAYA: Their Decentralized Propagation Makes It A Lot More Likely Their Race Will Persist

KANAYA: The Same Cannot Be Said For Ours

KANAYA: I Still Often Wonder If We Are The Last Of Our Kind

VRISKA: You're still dou8tful a8out whether you can hatch a new mother gru8?

KANAYA: Yeah

KANAYA: More Than Doubtful Id Say

VRISKA: You shouldn't lose faith!

VRISKA: I'm not even the slightest 8it worried a8out whether you can do it.

VRISKA: When you get the chance, just 8rainstorm a8out it with the Lalondes. They tend to 8e full of ideas.

VRISKA: Anyway, try not to get down a8out it. I have a good feeling. ::::)

KARKAT: GET DOWN ABOUT WHAT

KANAYA: A Particular Obligation I Have Yet To Fulfill

KANAYA: I Sense She Possesses Some Intelligence On The Matter She Wishes To Be Cagey About So I Guess That Part Of The Conversation Has Been Concluded

KARKAT: OBLIGATION?

KARKAT: VRISKA, HAVE YOU BEEN DISHING MORE DIRT ON OUR STRATEGY BEFORE FORMALLY BRINGING OUR MEETING BACK TO ORDER?

KARKAT: PRETTY SLOPPY LEADERSHIP MOVE, IF YOU ASK ME.

VRISKA: Karkat, it had NOTHING to do with your and Kanaya's upcoming roles in this campaign.

VRISKA: It was a more priv8 matter pertaining to Kanaya's 8roader significance to the future of our people.

VRISKA: I will 8e very clearly spelling out the roles you and she will 8e playing momentarily.

KARKAT: ME AND SHE??

KARKAT: AS IN LIKE, TOGETHER?

KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING TOGETHER.

VRISKA: You'll find out.

KARKAT: GREAT! I'M SO GLAD.

KARKAT: AT THIS POINT, I ONLY EVER FEEL ANGST OR EVEN THE SLIGHTEST SENSE OF AGITATION IN MY SOUL TO THE PRECISE EXTENT THAT I WORRY VRISKA *MIGHT* NOT HAVE ALL OF OUR FORTUNES COMPLETELY MAPPED OUT ALREADY.

KARKAT: I'M BEGINNING TO HYPERVENTILATE SLIGHTLY LESS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!!!

VRISKA: Good to hear, Karkat. Almost as cool as it is to see you yelled yourself out with John and Dave already, and have decided to come clock in some yelling time with us.

VRISKA: Your a8ility to dig deep down and find a second wind is really quite astonishing. I shudder to think what would happen to this party if we ran out of its most precious natural resource.

KARKAT: HAHAHA!

KARKAT: BURNED. OWNED. DEVASTATED. WHAT MORE IS THERE TO SAY?

KARKAT: NOTHING REALLY, UNLESS YOU WANT WHATEVER PITIFUL TATTERS OF YOUR SELF IMAGE YOU HAVE LEFT TO GET POWER-PISSED ON BY GODQUEEN SERKET HERSELF, YET AGAIN.

KARKAT: EITHER THAT, OR ONE COULD RUMINATE FONDLY OVER THE HEAVENLY RET-FORKED REALITY WHEREIN SHE WAS STABBED IN THE BACK BY HER MOIRAIL, AND WE ALL GOT TO LIVE OUT THE *FUCKING BLISS* THAT TIMELINE MUST HAVE BEEN.

KARKAT: JUST THINK OF THE PEACE AND QUIET WE WOULD HAVE HAD ON THE METEOR! IT WAS PROBABLY *MORE* THAN WORTH THE PRICE OF CANNON BALLING ASS FIRST INTO SOME SORT OF MASSACRE TRAP.

KARKAT: VRISKA SERKET, MAKING THE LIVING ENVY THE HYPOTHETICAL DEAD SINCE... WHENEVER IT WAS SHE STARTED DOING THAT!

VRISKA: Way to stick the landing on that 8ar8, genius.

VRISKA: I appreci8te that you are just "moseying over" to ar8itrarily drum up some utterly meaningless contention 8etween us, 8ut it's like I've said 8efore many times, Karkat. I'm not interested!

KARKAT: OUCH! SLAUGHTERED AGAIN. "HEHEHE!"

KARKAT: DON'T LISTEN TO HER, KANAYA. IT'S LIKE THIS RUNNING GAG SHE DOES ALL THE TIME, TO OWN ME.

KANAYA: What

KARKAT: IT'S THIS FUNNY THING WE DO. OR MAINLY, SHE DOES.

KARKAT: ALWAYS IMPLYING THAT I'VE BEEN SPADES-CRUSHING ON HER, AND GETTING SHUT DOWN. IT NEVER STOPS BEING HILARIOUS!

KANAYA: ...

KARKAT: FIRST OF ALL, AS IF SHE CAN PROVE ANYTHING.

KARKAT: SECOND, IF WE'RE BEING *TOTALLY FAIR* HERE, MORE THAN A FEW OF HER SNAPPY COMEBACKS ARE ARGUABLY MORE TINGED WITH THAT SORT OF EYEBROW-COCKING HOSTILITY THAN ANYTHING *I'VE* EVER SAID TO HER.

KARKAT: MAYBE MAKES ONE A LITTLE SUSPICIOUS, NO? THAT MAYBE THERE'S SOME PROJECTION GOING ON HERE. JUST SAYING!!!

VRISKA: Alright Karkat, I'm going to leave you here to dig yourself into whatever em8arrassing hole you seem intent on digging.

VRISKA: I'm going to keep working the crowd a 8it. As you know, a leader's jo8 is never done! See ya.

KARKAT: BYE! MAYBE TRY ACTING A LITTLE MORE GRACIOUS IN DEFEAT NEXT TIME.

KARKAT: JUST A LITTLE ADVICE FROM ONE LEADER TO ANOTHER!

KANAYA: Shes Gone I Think You Needed To Come Up With That Comeback A Little Faster

KARKAT: YEAH

KARKAT: DAMN

KANAYA: I Think As A Friend It Would Behoove Me To Um

KANAYA: Confide Somewhat

KANAYA: About The Realities Of Pursuing Anything With Her

KARKAT: WAIT

KARKAT: WHAT??

KARKAT: KANAYA, YOU WEREN'T TAKING THAT PATHETIC JOKEY UNREQUITED BLACKROM STUFF SERIOUSLY, WERE YOU???

KANAYA: Lets Imagine That My Attitude Toward The Joking Or Non Joking Status Of That Is Perfectly Neutral

KANAYA: While I Just Say These Things

KANAYA: Aside From The Fact That She Literally Just Got Finished Telling Me She Wasnt Interested In Any Non Pale Relationships

KANAYA: I Think That Would Be A Blind Alley Regardless

KANAYA: I Admit This From Experience

KANAYA: And Not Without Chagrined Hesitation

KANAYA: But Only Frustration And Heartbreak Are Down That Road

KARKAT: OH??

KANAYA: Shes Turned Out To Be A Tremendous Partner In Pale Relationships

KANAYA: Maybe Even Um

KANAYA: A Bit Freakishly So?

KANAYA: But Anything Stronger Than That I Think Would Probably Be Disastrous

KANAYA: She Is Way Too Focused And Self Absorbed To Maintain Such Strong Feelings For Long

KANAYA: She Would Need To Learn To Let Go Of Some Of Her Ambition And Figure Out How To Prioritize The Feelings Of Other People

KANAYA: She Might Even Figure Out How To Be

KANAYA: Happy

KANAYA: *Shudder*

KARKAT: YEAH, WOW

KARKAT: A CHILL JUST RAN UP MY POSTURE POLE, TRYING TO IMAGINE THAT.

KARKAT: YOU KNOW...

KARKAT: I DON'T KNOW IF I'VE EVER TOLD YOU.

KARKAT: BUT YOU HAVE A REALLY IMPRESSIVE GRASP OVER ROMANTIC ANALYSIS.

KANAYA: Well I Have Read A Lot Of Novels Too

KANAYA: I Just Dont Brag Much About It

KANAYA: Because It Would...

KANAYA: Literally Be Preposterous To Do So

KARKAT: WE SHOULD BE JAMMING ON THIS SUBJECT MORE. MAYBE EXPLORE SOME OF MY MORE ADVANCED THEORIES.

KARKAT: WE'RE SURROUNDED BY AMATEURS IN THIS FIELD, SO IT GETS A BIT FRUSTRATING.

KARKAT: WELL, THE MAYOR'S A GOOD SOUNDING BOARD AT LEAST. WHEN I WANT TO BOUNCE SOME OF MY MORE "OUT THERE" IDEAS OFF SOMEONE.

KANAYA: Why Dont We Schedule An Academic Conference Some Time

KANAYA: Just You Me And The Mayor

KARKAT: OH FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#homestuck #vriska serket #kanaya maryam #karkat vantas #homestuck act 6 #page 7508 #page 7509 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 5

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