#ashen is always so funny. why are you so funny.

[faksyan]

[wchswift]

── fangs and fury

pairing! dean winchester x vampire!reader

summary! a vampire that dean once spared, appears years later as the supposed motive for the new case the brothers are working on.

contents! enemies, complicated relationship, blood, porn with plot, hate/angry sex (kind of), smut, degrading words, Insults, teasing, riding, unprotected sex p in v and more; mdni 𖤐 18+

word count! 3.8k

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── english isn't my first language, so probably some mistakes.

It was a messy hunt. Simple but without patterns. Many different bodies, in distant places and with no clear clues. It was obviously a vampire, that was the only certainty Sam and Dean had. It took them a while, but once they got to the next town they thought you would be in, it wasn't long before they found you.

And that was the first time Dean Winchester saw you.

You were covered in blood.

It wasn't subtle. Your clothes were stained, your lips parted just enough to reveal a glint of fangs beneath, your breath uneven. You stood over the body of a man, lifeless, skin ashen, and eyes wide open in terror. A predator caught in the act.

Dean didn't hesitate—he raised his machete, his stance lethal. "Son of a bitch."

Your gaze snapped to his, sharp and alert, and for a second, you didn’t move. The tension between you felt electric, sizzling in the cold air of the abandoned alley. Then, just as his muscles flexed, preparing to swing, you took a step back, your voice rough but not pleading.

"I don't want to be a monster."

The words hit him like a bullet. It was the way you said it—raw, desperate, like you were fighting for something deeper than just your life. Like you were begging him to believe you.

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” Dean shot back, his voice like gravel, eyes narrowed.

You shook your head, frustration breaking through. “I was turned against my will. I never asked for this.”

Sam shifted slightly, lowering his weapon just a fraction. “Then why the bodies?”

Your expression twisted with something—guilt, regret. “At first, I couldn’t control it. The hunger… it was unbearable. I—I did things I can’t take back.” You swallowed hard. “But I tried to stop, I don't want to kill people! And I swear I'm better, I'm doing a good job.”

Sam hesitated beside Dean, eyes narrowing. “A good job? What the hell is this, then? Why are you covered in blood?” his voice was suspicious, hesitant.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing red across your cheek. Your gaze was a mixture of confidence and fear. “I didn't want to, okay?” you admitted, voice raw. “But he followed me here, he tried to attack me and... I didn’t have a choice!”

Dean scoffed. “Bullshit. There’s always a choice.”

Your eyes darkened, something old and weary settling into your features. “You think I wanted this?” Your voice was sharp, defensive, but beneath it was something else—something broken. “You think I woke up one day and thought, ‘Hey, I’d love to spend eternity drinking blood, being hunted like an animal’?”

Dean’s grip on the knife tightened. He’d heard sob stories before. Monsters with excuses, justifications. But something about the way you looked at him made it hard to move, made his stomach twist.

Dean could feel the weight of your stare, heavy and unrelenting. He wanted to believe you were full of it, wanted to ignore the way his gut told him otherwise.

He lifted the blade, heart pounding. Just do it. Get it over with. But when he met your eyes again, all he could see was someone who never got a choice.

“Dean,” Sam said quietly.

Dean didn’t look at him. He just stood there, caught in a storm of hesitation, of instincts warring against something deeper.

Finally, he exhaled sharply, stepping back. “You so much as breathe wrong, I’ll come for you,” he warned, voice low.

Your lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I’d expect nothing less.”

They let you go that night. He didn’t look away as you turned, vanishing into the night.

And then, for years, nothing.

Years passed.

Dean had almost forgotten about you. Almost.

Then, another case—a brutal vampire kill, bodies drained dry. It brought them back to you.

Was supposed to be an easy hunt. It was clearly just a vampire, so it would be something simple and quick. Then, someone, a witness, mentioned a beautiful woman near one of the crime scenes. Security footage was grainy at best, but Dean didn’t need a clear picture. One glimpse and his stomach dropped. He recognized that face instantly.

He hadn’t hesitated this time. He and Sam had tracked you down within hours.

When they finally found you again, you were furious. The moment you saw them, you squared your shoulders, anger blazing in your eyes. Your eyes—still sharp, still burning with that same defiance—narrowed in pure fury. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to kill again? After everything?"

Dean scoffed, crossing his arms. "People are dead. And your name keeps coming up. Forgive me if I don’t take you at your word."

Your lip curled. "I’ve been clean for years. Blood bags. Animals, when I have to. But never people. Never again."

“Yeah? Then why do the bodies keep showing up?” Dean’s fingers twitched around the machete.

You let out a slow, measured breath. “I don’t know. But it’s not me.”

Dean studied you—really studied you. No blood on your clothes, no scent of fresh kills. Just raw frustration written all over your face. He hated that it wasn’t an outright lie.

Sam, watching you closely, saw something genuine in the way you said it. "Dean, maybe we should hear her out."

"No. I don’t buy it." Dean stepped closer, his voice dropping. "We’re not taking any risks. You’re coming with us."

Your eyes narrowed. "For protection, or so you can put a knife in my heart when I’m not looking?"

"Take a guess."

A storm passed through your expression before you clenched your jaw. “Fine. But if you’re wrong, you owe me.”

Dean scoffed. “Not happening.”

The motel was dimly lit, shadows stretching long across the walls. You paced near the window, arms crossed, clearly seething. Dean watched you, jaw clenched, frustration mounting. He didn’t trust you. He couldn’t. So he was here, keeping an eye on you while Sam did some more research.

"You’ve been watching me like I’m gonna rip your throat out in your sleep," you said, voice low and sharp.

Dean smirked, stepping closer. "Should I be worried?"

You let out a humorless laugh. "If I wanted to kill you, Winchester, you’d already be dead."

That did something to him. The way you said it—confident, assured, dangerous. But there was more underneath it. A challenge. A dare.

"That supposed to scare me?"

You tilted your head, gaze locking onto his. "No. I think it excites you."

The tension in the room became unbearable, thick like molasses.

Dean stood there, hands curled into fists, watching you like you were something unholy. And maybe you were. Maybe that’s why he hated you so much. Hated the way you spoke like you had nothing to lose. Hated the way you didn’t flinch when he got too close. Hated that you looked at him like he wasn’t the one in control. Hated how you were so confident and so fucking hot even though you were a vampire.

"You’re staring, Winchester," you drawled, leaning back against the motel wall, arms crossed, lips curled. "Getting ideas?"

"I don’t get ideas about monsters," Dean shot back, voice razor-sharp.

You only smirked, cocking your head to the side. "Bullshit."

Dean moved before he could stop himself, closing the distance with a fury that barely felt like his own. His hand shot out, gripping your jaw with just enough force to tell you how close you were to crossing a line.

"You wanna test me?" His voice was low, seething, full of something he wasn’t ready to name. "You really wanna see how this ends?"

You grinned, teeth gleaming like a promise. "I already know how this ends, Dean. I think you do too."

That snapped something in him. He barely registered the way his body caged you against the motel’s peeling wallpaper, the way his fingers gripped your throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel it. Enough to make you aware of the fact that he could crush you if he wanted to. That maybe he wanted to. That maybe he wanted to do something worse.

"You think you know me?" he snarled, face so close that his breath was hot against your skin, smelling like leather and gunpowder. "You don’t know a damn thing."

"I know you don’t want to stop," you murmured, lashes lowering just slightly, mouth curling at the edges. "I know you’re fighting it so hard, you’re shaking."

Dean realized then—his hands were shaking. His chest was heaving. His body was pressing against yours so tightly that he could feel every breath you took. You weren’t wrong. You weren’t fucking wrong.

And you were enjoying it.

Your hands slid up his chest, nails scraping lightly over his shirt before you grabbed his jacket, keeping him closer.

"God, I fucking hate you," he spat, but the words came out more like a confession than a threat.

You tilted your chin up, brushing your lips against his jaw just to feel him jolt. "I know. And yet, here we are."

Dean didn’t think. He couldn’t. His grip on your throat tightened for just a second, just long enough to make you gasp before his mouth crashed against yours, brutal and punishing. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a battle. A goddamn war.

You met him with equal force, biting at his lip, digging your nails into his shoulders. He slammed you harder against the wall, groaning against your mouth when your fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, forcing him deeper into something he couldn’t afford to want.

"Fucking hell—" He tore his lips away, panting, his forehead pressing against yours as he tried to collect himself. As if he could. As if you’d let him.

You laughed, breathless. "Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got, Winchester."

His fingers tightened on your waist, nails digging in. "I swear to God—"

"What?" you taunted, voice syrupy sweet. "You gonna kill me? Rip my heart out?" You dragged your lips up the side of his throat, slow, taunting. "Or are you gonna fuck me so hard you forget why you ever thought you could resist?"

Dean lost it. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted you effortlessly, knocking over the lamp in the process, not that either of you cared. You moaned into his mouth, raking your fingers through his hair, tugging at the short strands at the nape of his neck. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding down to your ass, pulling you flush against him so you could feel every hard inch of him through his jeans. So you could rocked your hips against him, slow and deliberate, grinding right over where he was aching for you.

He hated you.

He needed you.

His breath was hot against your neck as he ground against you, the hard press of his cock dragging exactly where you needed it, teasing, taunting. His fingers dug into your clothed thighs, the pressure deliciously bruising. "Fucking vampire," he muttered against your skin, teeth grazing over your pulse point in a way that was nothing short of ironic. "You always this desperate, or is it just for me?"

You huffed out a breathless laugh, letting your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging hard enough to make him growl. "Please. You’re the one who can't keep his hands off me."

"Because you’re a fucking problem," he snarled, playing with the waistband of your jeans. Moving to unbutton your pants, "And I solve problems."

"By fucking them?" you taunted, tilting your head back when he rolled his hips, the friction making your breath stutter.

His smirk was pure arrogance, pushing your jeans down with one hand. "By breaking them."

Then he kissed you again—hard. The kind of kiss that stole your breath and any lingering sense of control. His tongue licked into your mouth, messy and possessive, as he ground against you just the right way. You whimpered against his lips, and he swallowed the sound like a man starved.

"You–" He pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up, thumb smearing the lipstick smudged on your lips. His eyes were dark, hungry. "Are such a pretty mess for me, darling."

His voice was mocking, filled with that arrogant, predatory edge that only made you hotter. You bit your lip, staring up at him through half-lidded eyes, letting the weight of his body press you further against the wall.

"Shut up and fuck me," you challenged, nails raking down his back.

His low chuckle sent a shiver down your spine. "Oh, you want it now?" His fingers finally dipped between your legs, slipping through the wetness in your panties he'd been teasing for too long. "So fucking needy."

You gasped as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them just right, stretching you open as his thumb rubbed lazy circles over your clit. Your head thudded back against the wall, pleasure blooming deep and hot in your core.

He watched you with pure amusement, his pace unhurried despite the tension crackling between you both. "I’m sorry, what was that?" He pressed another finger inside, making your hips jerk. "I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making."

You clenched your teeth. “Go to hell." you panted, grabbing his wrist, but he didn’t let up, his smirk only growing.

“Ladies first.”

He pulled his fingers out far too soon, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean while keeping his eyes locked onto yours. The sight made your stomach tighten, your thighs clench.

Then, before you could retort, he was carrying you to the bed, tossing you down onto the mattress with a roughness that sent heat pooling between your legs. You barely had time to adjust before he was on you again, his body pressing yours into the mattress, mouth finding your throat.

"You're warm," he murmured against your skin, lips ghosting over your pulse, his breath hot. His teeth scraped your skin, teasing. "Too warm for a vampire."

You smirked. "Guess that makes me special."

Dean's fingers curled around the hem of your shirt, pushing it up, exposing more skin inch by inch. "Yeah, well… special's a pain in my ass."

Then he was tugging it over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought. His hands skimmed down your sides, lingering over the soft curve of your waist before gripping your hips, pinning you beneath him.

Your breath hitched as he leaned down, lips brushing the valley between your breasts, kissing lower, lower. You arched into him instinctively, and he chuckled, mouthing at your skin, teasing but never giving you enough.

"You're real fucking needy, huh?"

You narrowed your eyes, hands sliding down his chest. "Says the guy who's already hard as a rock."

Dean scoffed, but you felt the way his cock twitched against your thigh. "Yeah, well, you are a good-looking pain in the ass."

"Dean," you warned, wanting more of him.

He smirked. "What? Thought you wanted me to fuck you like a good slut. Didn’t say how fast."

You let out a low, frustrated noise, but fuck, the teasing was getting to you. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down just as slowly. You sucked in a breath as the cool air hit your exposed skin, but before you could say anything, his mouth was on you, lips brushing over your inner thigh, teeth scraping lightly.

You gasped, arching, but his hands pinned your hips down.

"Stay still," he ordered, voice rough.

You clenched your teeth, a sharp retort on your tongue, but it died when his mouth moved higher, kissing dangerously close to where you needed him most.

"De-Dean..." you breathed.

Dean chuckled darkly, pressing his lips to your stomach, teasing his way back up. "Now you're begging?"

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging, making him groan. "Take your fucking clothes off, Winchester."

His grin was all teeth, sharp and wicked. "Yes, ma'am."

You watched as he sat back, ripping his jacket off, yanking his shirt over his head. Revealing that broad, freckled chest. Your gaze flickered over his chest, down his stomach, tracing the scars, the muscle, the way his skin gleamed under the dim motel lamp. Then he leaned forward, letting you undo his belt, yanking it free, your fingers quickly working on his zipper.

When you pushed his jeans down, his cock strained against his boxers, thick and aching. You ran your hand over him, feeling the heat, the way he twitched beneath your touch.

Dean groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Fuck."

You smirked. "Who's the needy slut now?"

His eyes snapped open, dark with heat. "You're gonna fucking regret that."

Then he shoved his boxers down, and before you could get another smartass remark out, he had you on your back again, legs spread beneath him. His hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing.

"You ready, sweetheart?" His voice was low, taunting.

You swallowed hard, glaring up at him. "Quit teasing and do it."

Dean's smirk widened. "Since you asked so nicely…"

Then he slammed into you, and fuck—the stretch, the fullness, the way he filled you completely, bottoming out in one deep thrust.

Your head fell back against the pillow, a moan spilling from your lips.

"Shit, you feel so good," he groaned, voice tight.

He didn't move at first, just let you feel it, let you adjust, his cock throbbing inside you.

Then he pulled back—slow, deliberate—before slamming into you again, his hips snapping forward, knocking the breath from your lungs.

You cried out, nails digging into his back, but he just smirked, loving every second of it.

"That what you wanted?" he taunted, driving into you harder, deeper. "Wanted me to wreck you?"

Your breath hitched, pleasure building with each thrust. "Y-Yeah—Oh— Harder," you gasped, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

He growled, grabbing your legs and hooking them around his waist, angling deeper, hitting exactly where you needed. Your moan was nothing short of sinful.

Dean groaned, his pace turning relentless, rough, exactly how you wanted it. He pinned your wrists above your head, keeping you completely under his control.

"You love this," he rasped, lips brushing against your ear. "Love being under me, taking every inch, huh?"

You whimpered, hips meeting his thrusts, chasing that high. But before either of you could finish you reached up to shove him off you, rolling him onto his back. He had no choice, you were stronger than him, but the look in his eyes showed how much he enjoyed this, his gaze heavy with something feral as you straddled him, grinding down, teasing him with slow, torturous rolls of your hips.

His eyes darkened, lips parting in a breathless, ragged groan.

"Oh, I see... you like when someone takes control, Winchester?" You teased feeling him harden even more inside you, if that's possible.

His hands immediately gripped your hips, but you grabbed his wrists, pinning them down beside his head.

"My turn," you whispered, rolling your hips slowly, torturously, “You gonna let me have my fun, Dean?” you purred, “Or are you too scared to let me take control?”

You keep him pinned beneath you, hips rolling in slow, devastating circles, watching the way Dean’s jaw tenses, his breath coming out in ragged pants. You smirk, running your hands up his chest, dragging your nails over his skin just to watch him shudder. Then you lean down, your breath hot against his collarbone, mouth trailing lower, tongue flicking over his nipple before you suck it into your mouth. His hips jerk up involuntarily, thrusting into you so deep that a moan rips from your throat.

You laugh against his skin, tightening your grip on his wrists where you still have him pinned. "Sensitive, huh?" you murmur, dragging your teeth lightly over his flushed skin before sucking a mark into his chest.

You grin, sitting back up, letting his hands finally break free from your grip, your hands bracing against his stomach as you lift your hips, just enough to make him feel the loss—before slamming back down.

Dean groans, head pressing back against the pillow, his hands twitching like he wants to grab you, to take back control, but still not reaching you.

You roll your hips again, slow and deep, dragging out every inch, making sure he feels everything. He’s unraveling beneath you, every muscle in his body pulled taut.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, his hands instantly gripping your thighs, eyes locked onto yours as you moved, rolling your hips just right, making him curse.

You smirked, leaning down, pressing your lips against his jaw. “You taste so good, Dean.”

His fingers tightened like he was resisting the urge to flip you back over. Your lips danced across his throat, teasingly grazing his pulse with your teeth, leaving him momentarily frozen in place. With a deliberate slowness, you traced your tongue over his skin, mocking, teasing, sending shivers down his spine.

“What’s wrong, Winchester?” you murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Scared I’ll bite?”

Dean’s breath caught. His hands dug into your thighs, his hips snapping up into you, deep, hard, desperate.

“Jesus,” he hissed, his voice sounding completely ruined, his control snapping. “Do it.”

You moaned, grinding down harder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his neck, sucking just hard enough to make him groan.

Dean’s hands shot to your waist, slamming you down, setting a pace that had you both falling apart.

It was filthy. It was raw. It was desperate.

And when you finally shattered, taking him with you, the world blurred, nothing left but heat and tangled limbs and ragged, gasping breaths.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you ruined, spent, bodies trembling.

Dean let out a breathless, breathy chuckle, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead.

“Still wanna kill me?” you murmured, dragging your fingers over his stomach.

Dean smirked, his thumb grazing your swollen lips. “Ask me again in the morning.”

But in the morning, you were gone.

No note. No goodbye. Just the scent of you still on the sheets.

Dean woke up, groggy, running a hand down his face before turning to see the empty bed beside him. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as he exhaled hard.

Of course.

The motel door creaked open, and Sam stepped in, glancing at the bed and noticing you were missing before raising an eyebrow at his brother.

Dean glared. “Don’t start.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

But something inside Dean twisted.

Because this wasn’t over.

Not even close.

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lina's notes: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long that I'm happy to finally post it, I'm really nervous because I don't know if it turned out how I expected... But I hope you like it and give me feedback on what you think pls <3 I will probably write a second part soon, if you guys like it 👀 I wanted to especially thank @blossomingorchids who read the beginning and helped me, thank you sweetie 🫶

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Aftermath// A love thats fractured.

Cw: mentions of period,blood, injuries,implied body image issues from Vs side. Lmk if im missing any.

Summary: In the aftermath of the DMC's crew defeat, they reccuperate and regroup. Jerico is on a mission to recover their lovers,scattered to the winds and lost. And though one of them is not whole,its one of the split parts that so lovingly comforts him

>only mutuals allowed to reblog. For context look at this. (@tex-treasures )

Jerico had trotted past the broken lands of Red Grave city. They had split away from nero and Nico as they had other plans, to reunite with V who had stayed to Keep watch after the original retreat post defeat of the DMC crew.

They were searching with fervor ,utter desesperation from the fear of losing the love of their life since they were young. Age was a funny thing to them,being stuck in the body and mind of a twenty year old- they could learn and mature but in a way they always remained the same age they were when they had been adopted by the Devils.

Across the ashen and blood tainted ruins of the city,their steps crunch with each movement and the foul scent of death in the air made their stomach churn.

There was no space for joy in this place. As Tolkien very well had put it.."No trees grow here"

But they search regardless, carrying a heavy pack over them. They go up Fallen homes,broken roadways, they slide down to drops that could kill you on the slight mistep. Sweat Began to pool at their temples a few hours in, they were following instinct.

Sun shine above but no heat bothered them.

The sweating was a physical show of their worry,anxiety and fear. They also felt frustrated because they knew,all this over sibling rivalry- When they found Dante,they would pay vergil- Urizen,a visit. And have a stern talking to.

Even in that form,he could never strike them. For even like this his love remained,always did.

It must be past midday when they finally collapse and sit against a heap of rubble, they breathe with this heaving, this hardness of breath that only happened when they were in physical pain.

A weakening adrenaline surges Through their veins,instinct and calculations could only do so much. Connecting ideas, using context to their advantage could only do so much.

They allow their crown to appear,relieving themself of hiding their nature to not attract unwanted attention. The flaming black crown hovers,shaped Like dark sunrays and a Fire thay made it seem like they wore a perpetual eclipse.

Whistling leaves their lips,cracked and chapped. The sclera of their eyes turns black,contrasting Like a void surrounding a single isle of lush green.

From one of their sides a flame erupts,bright Orange and gold and a dark shape appears. Howling,slobbering. An eclipse of a hound that walks to its owner and folds her pointy ears against her head and whines pitifully as she bows. The doberman- Like hellhound,Missy.

--Hey...-- They pat her head-- hey girlie..-- they smile a little as the dog licks their hand-- I need help finding Dante,can you do that for me?

Missy nodds,and they offer from their bag a shirt that still smells like the hunter. She takes a moment to sniff it and then breathe in the air,she seems hazy for a moment- As if shes between two scents.

She exhales smoke,and begins to walk. Jerico stands up and follows, summoning in their left hand the grand sword- The Solar Flare- A beautifully made,black iron claymore with the handle carved in gold. Trouble wouldnt take long to come.

By the end of the afternoon they find what they were looking for. They see embedded on a rock,the Sparda- dantes sword named after his father.

--Thats why you couldnt find him well,it was covering for him-- Jerico allows their beetle wings to unfold,missy flashes in that bright flame and is gone.

They fly up to the sword and Gently pat it--Hello father in Law..--They murmur, and then look around to their vantage point. They sigh and find Dante Fallen across a statue of an angel.

God does have a sense of humor.

Flying down to him,they kneel and look for any signs of life. Hes drenched in blood,absolutely covered in it. Even his white hair is crimson.

--Dante,honey...--They murmur as missy flashes beside them and sniffs at the Man. She whines and whimpers,never a good sign.

Jeri shuffles closer,the flames of their crown brushing against the loose strands of hair. They dont burn,but embrace the top of his head as they lean closer to hear for breath. Keen ears,no breath.

They check for pulse,and its barely there. Missy curls up on the Mans lap and keeps whimpering.

--What happened to you?--They drop their bag to the side and embed thr Solar Flare on the ground. They hold his face in their hands and turns it around,its almost like hes in a coma. -- God,I havent seen you look this bad in decades.

They tend to what wounds remain,his healing factor still kicked in. But they take their time to desinfect what they can and use some hydrogen peroxide to clean out the blood in his hair.

"Just like cleaning period blood" they told themself in a bizarre turn to Keep themselves from spiraling. And when both face and hair are clean from crimson they sigh and simply shuffle to sit on his lap.

--I was so,so worried-- they murmur,pressing their forehead to his-- If you can hear me,nero and V and me are here. Please hold on,wake up. I love you.

Their hands press against his chest,a Hail Mary to Keep him alive. It would look counter intuitive to use this,given his lineage but he was still human, so here it was.

An old,holy healing incantation. There were almost no components needed, holy water, gold dust and a "bearing of a heart"

Some would interpret it as an actual heart...

--There hasnt been a sunrise where ive felt whole. You and your twin scattered to the Winds and gone. -- they whisper,mixing the golden dust and water into almost a paint as they draw these words in Enochian,the languages of the angels-- I worried,every Day and night. There wasnt a day of rain where tears didnt fall. Finding you so helpless,and with little I can do,and finding Vergil split and undone..

They breathe out shakily as the nature of the incantation burns them like a bad sunburn. But it takes Effect as they finish saying

--May we reunite,the three of us again. Like old times,where things were easier to gain. May joy find us, may we walk the same path...-- the rhyme ends and they simply say-- I love you.

Golden light wraps around him and they swear they hear him almost gasp. It scatters in a circle to Keep him safe like a shield.

--Ill be back for you,Dante. I promise-- they kiss his lips with tender sadness,scared to lose him even with everything they have done to help. Its a mournful kiss, the idea of this nigh immortal, irreverent Man they adored and loved for decades May not walk the same path with them anymore.

They stand up,looming over him like an angel of mercy. Their crown dims as they whistle,Missy is sent back home and their crown fully dissapears like Fire being put out.

With Open wings they fly away,theres just one more stop to make before they reunite with V and Nero. And this one they couldnt wait for it to happen. They might scream themself hoarse.

-♡-

It wasnt hard to enter the chamber where Urizen resided. Sitting in his throne and absorbing the pool of blood around it. The Doors storm Open to see a figure carrying a big sword over their shoulder and heaving with effort.

--Vergil!--Jerico howled as they threw the Solar Flare to embed inches away from his head-- vergil! You come down here right now!.

They walk up to the throne and look with anger.

Urizen looks down,tilting his head almost amused. A deep rumble comes from his chest as his Many eyes narrow, that blue color they always loved now awakens anger,deep,burning anger.

--Why did you do this?--Their voice shakes. No answer given.

They jump and the air ripples like the sound barrier is broken. Their mortal form dissapears as their demon form appears,almost as big as Urizen with a flaming crown made of an ever burning eclipse,the black shape of the crown glimmers like volcanic obsidian.

A body made of chitinous shells of beetles,glimmering yellow and black and emerald green,their horns much the same. Their eyes burn green as their mandibles click. Many arms fold as a heavy tararantula abdomen expands with their angry breathing.

Fangs show as they scream,causing the whole room and Qlipoth tree its Housed on to shake with their fury.

--Answer me!--Their throat burns,eclipsian Fire roaring as they speak.

--Do not wilt over this-- answered urizen as a clawed,Dark blue hand goes to stroke their cheek. Their mouth opens and their fangs dig into his fingers. But he doesnt seem to mind as he simply pushes away their hair,flaming and floating like cobwebs on the wind and swaying like kelp within the Ocean. Slow and beautiful.

--How?!

--Once I beat Dante,we'll be reunited. Do not weep for me,my light-- His bloody hand still messes with their hair,they wish it actually could burn him

--I wont let you kill him,Vergil-- they insist grabbing his wrist and squeezing-- I dont know how we fix this,but we Will. I Will.

His head tilts. His eyes narrow.

--You could never choose between us. Do not interfere-- he insists.

--You arrogant,stubborn bitch!--They roar as their flames grow and arch like a solar expulsion-- I wont let you get away with this. Im going to-

They reach for their sword that grows to their size. They swing it and Keep it an inch away from Urizen's neck. He watches with Curiosity as a molten tear falls down their cheek,then Another, and another...

Something in him,despite his nature,goes to wipe away those tears that sizzle against his scales. His gaze softens and for a moment theres a flash of the Real vergil, pained for their lover.

--to see you wilt...It pains me--he said,low enough for only her to hear. Even now he couldnt let go of his pride.

--You wont love me openly in this form. -- they answer-- And I think that hurts the most.

They pull back the sword and sling it back so it slides Into this silk Made sheath. Soft,made of moonlight to contrast all the sunlight they carry. Their form returns to mortal, and they look up at the towering form of Urizen.

He tries to speak but no words find him,that sensitive side missing from him. And in a flash,his companion is gone.

-♡-

Jerico walks back to Nicos Van,it wasnt hard to spot against the bleak remains of the city. They are openly weeping as they angrily kick rocks and debrie out of their way. Tears down their facr

They see V cone out from the living part of the van and he looks soft with concern. He blinks with confusion and gets startled as they collapse in his thin arms. They openly weep,curling into themself like a flower in winter and fields during a drought.

A paining sight.

--To see you wilt, it pains me so-- he whispers,cuddling them to his chest as he sits on the steps of the vans door. Their knees rest on the ground and their waist is caged in his scrawny legs.-- it breaks my heart,my love.

Jeri hugs him tighter and breathes in his scent. His thin fingers stroke their scalp and he kissed the top of their head. He can feel the sadness and anger,warm, coming off of them.

They heave as they cry,their face Burning with effort as their lungs cant Keep up. He coos and begs them to breathe,his voice soft and with such care.

--Just breathe in,and then out. I need you to breathe--He coos over and over again until he sees them relax. They fall on to him,deadweight on his weak form. His back meets the step that follows the one hes sitting on.

He waves Nico off,as she comes from the back of the vans living area. She nodds and retreats to the Driving part. Then he embraces his lover and rubbs their back soothingly.

When their crying slow down,when they can hide their face in the crook of his neck,he quotes..

--Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,Who countest the steps of the Sun:

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the travellers journey is done. -- his voice is silky smooth as he recites the poem. Their poem. The one that always made vergil think of them-- Where the Youth pined away with desire,

And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: 

Arise from their graves and aspire, 

Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

He feels them smile against his neck,and he hugs them tighter like que childhood plush. His heart squeezes at such a sight,his black hair brushing against the crown of their head.

To have his weight and voice was comforting. Though V felt like he could do so much more,but it hurt him to see he was unable. He cant give them what they want,to hace Vergil whole again,but he can offer the comfort in the way he always did. Vitale was a part of Vergil after all. He remembers it all well.

--Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date-- its so special that he remembers their poems like the back of his hand.

He cant see it, but he can feel their joy return.

--Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;-- he continued,rocking them side to side--And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;

They sigh and relax into his arms. They murmur "Keep going"

--But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

He slowly helps them up,seeing the ghost of a smile on their lips. He leans in and gives them a shy kiss,puppy dog love. Yearning as well written poetry,story book tenderness. He brings the love portrayed in literature to the Real life with this kiss. He cannot be vergil,but he can be the love he has for them.

A love that could outshine any novel and any sonnet, any theatre play or any poetry.

When they part,he sees them drunk with love and they hug him again. He hugs back and quietly tells them to rest. Ever so Gently,like nudging a scared kitten, he brings them inside.

He makes them a cup of tea,cuddles with them and they can taste his love in the drink. Nobody made it like he did,he always remembered each and every detail.

Then,V takes some much needed time to reccuperate by dozing off with jerico. To hold them as best as he can in his scrawny form,this form they loved so much. Hes healed their sorrows for now,and he always Will.

[saradiation]

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 ♣️🫡

[usaigi]

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. 

[yellowocaballero]

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

[changelingsandothernonsense]

🥂 🎸 for josh & erra, 🏹 💌 for josh & sydari <3

Hello Salem!! Thanks for the asks <3

Josh x Erra

🥂 | what would happen if they got drunk together

Prior to getting together...there were a lot of almost slip ups where the two would almost kiss. After the two get together it's more or less the same, usually one ends up challenging the other to some stupid task that always ends up with them falling into "bed" later in the evening. This is easier when the two are away from the clans. 🎸 | the song that describes them the best

Sad songs for sad endings. (yes I'm on a 30 seconds to mars kick)

Your defences were on high Your walls built deep inside Yeah, I'm a selfish bastard But at least I'm not alone

My intentions never change What I wanted stays the same And I know what I should do It's time to set myself on fire

Sydari x Josh

🏹 | how they would fight together in a battle

Sydari is primarily an archer (funny how Josh goes for that sort aye?) where as Josh is best at melee combat with some close ranged magic thrown in for good measure. Sydari makes up for Joshi's piss poor long distance vision whereas Josh takes on larger opponents almost to the point where it's a problem. The two work best in this configuration. Also Josh just...kinda obsesses over showing off to his partners. During a dragon fight, Josh usually gets right in the beast's face whilst Sydari hits it with precise shots and the odd shout if her throat can handle it. He's still amazed by how she can devour the thing's life force. 💌 | a love note from one to the other

That's basically what You is about. Long extended love notes (POV musings) between characters. An important aspect of Sydari's character is that she gained literacy skills very late. There was a month-long period where the two officially split where Sydari dictates a letter to Josh (currently writing this You chapter) that Josh doesn't receive until the two run into each other by accident. It explains why she was upset and how she knows she overreacted by telling him to disappear. The chapter The World Eater's Eyrie is after a six-year separation. I'll post a snippet here vvv.

You were sitting on the edge of the circular pond that surrounded the structure. The waters were a strange, almost greenish black that reminded me of the oil used in Dwemeri machines. Pots of the greasy stuff that you used to have strewn across the floor of my armoury, which you had commandeered into a workshop for yourself as you messed with that old Dwemer device. You were talking about cracking their communications network or something to that effect. Getting that machine to work was an obsession of yours.

I called out to you, neglecting to consider just how quickly that would destroy my voice again. I didn’t care, all I wanted was for you to see that I was here.

You looked up from whatever it was you had been doing, I think you’d been drawing at the time. The stone and the people working on it…or I had figured that’s what you were doing when I flicked through your journals as you held me in your arms on the beach that night.

You had dropped it in the ash as I approached. The setting sun cast a golden hue onto your ashen skin. It brought an intensity to your eyes that I had missed. That rich crimson that always seemed to have a spark in it…even during your worst days.

You were dressed in the chitin and netch leather that you favoured. Similar to the armour you had worn on the beach that fateful evening when I had stumbled completely into your chaotic pull. Though you had attached a newer chitin plate to your right pauldron, its colour was a little greener than the rest. Less cracks, and a little more polished. 

You took off your helmet and goggles as I approached, finally pulling down your old silk scarf to reveal your face. It was then that I saw the reality of just what had happened in my absence. Oh, Tel why did you do that?

You had changed so much.

[kandisheek]

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!

[teecupangel]

*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

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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

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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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[cymoseria]

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.

[daydreamingonalternia]

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Incari Rhylac

Name origins: I had a whole 2 page document on my phone but now I can't find it, so ermmm, N/A!!

Gender: Demi-male

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Demisexual

Adult or Minor: Adult

Lusus: Felisqualler [Alive, yet highly hostile] (weird avian-like cat thing. Made-up by yours truly, me)

Caste: Goldblood

Classpect: [TBA]

Sign: [Custom, TBA]

Typing Quirk: [this... || is a... || test... || sentence... || to demonstrate... || the... || quirk...]

Randomly separated, may pause or cut off sentences.

Trails off (...) before continuing again after a brief pause.

No capitalization

Separated by ||

Prefixes with [

Suffixes with ]

More info below the cut!

Personality:

Backstory: Formerly one of Alternia's (<- my blog) most popular online streamer's when he was active, and before his voidrot had developed more prominently. To anyone, it seemed like the Goldblood had it all. Though in all honesty, fame was never their goal to had began with. It started as a simple hobby with some friends, before evolving into something far out of Incari's control... After several incidents - it was like the once famous Goldblood streamer, ''Aritec'' (under the old handle solarizedTech) had suddenly disappeared from the Internet without a trace. Most say he's culled...

Though of course, that isn't the case. Incari had wiped the slate, deleted everything, and ensured no one knew where he was, or who he was, or anything more. He just wanted to be left to his own devices, and to his own peace. There is only TWO other trolls who are aware of this - his own Moirail, and his close buddy, Vivixi. Why did he do this? Lay off, maybe, that's private business right there. (/nsrs - you can send an ask about it. I just wanted to add flair)

KNOWN trivia:

Incari suffers from Voidrot. So far, strangely enough - it seems oddly stagnant. It seems to have weirdly stopped progressing, but it isn't getting better either.

As mentioned - Incari was once a famous online streamer and presence, going by a different alias and whatnot.

Incari and his lusus do NOT get along well at all.

Incari has a basically younger brother that lives with him by the name of Zaplyn (Zaplyn Rhylac) in the upstairs area of his hive - who his lusus had taken in. Incari's lusus solely cares for that younger troll.

Incari has a cane that helps aid in both mobility and navigation due to having extremely poor vision.

Despite having no eyes (due to his severe Voidrot), Incari isn't completely blind. He can ''see'' (sense) certain energies and different kinds of psionics. He can see those with Psionics more clearly (certain Burgundybloods and Bronzebloods, Goldbloods, Ceruleanbloods, certain Purplebloods) Individuals or such that do NOT have psionics are almost impossible for him to sense or see like this unless they wear an accessory that carries a similar energy. (Eg. A charged necklace, etc).

Incari is unable to move his tail at all, or feel anything through it if someone or something were to touch it. This is the result of nerve damage that stemmed from his Voidrot. It's dead weight.

Incari's former alias, Aritec, was the name he exclusively gave to everyone, online or in-person. Incari has always been his actual name. He used a small part of his name, and changed it up.

Quadrants:

♦️: (WORKING ON IT!!) [myself]

♥️: Ofuuno Hyvern [@funny-fella-fantrolls]

♠️: [no interest.]

[Ashen never included.]

Open for interaction, asks and whatnot! If you'd like to plot anything (anything long-term, etc, please don't get afraid to send through a message!)

[asoulofatlantis]

It still bothers me so much that I have to grateful to that discount prince now... he saved my boys and the girls and he even allowed us to have that cool nostalgic moment of Rean and Crow calling their Mechas... damn it. But I AM grateful. You will stay the discount prince tho ;P

Seriously, I wish Valimar and Ordnine were back. I understand why they can not bring them back but... moments like this really makes you understand how much you miss moments like this. If Rean for whatever reason calls out to "Valimar the Ashen Knight" once again one day I think I will be in tears ^^'

I mean... he is somewhat "friends" with Olivert so I shouldn't be so harsh with him. I did get over my anger at Shizuna eventually too. So I guess I should be nicer to Sharid too, given that he saved my Boys.

Regarding Shizuna... really... its hard to hate her even after the fight. She was really nice to Rean and he was really nice to her so... if they aren't enemies there is really no reason for me to hate her. She is kinda fun too XD

Mint finds this all appearantly very funny and not at all shocking and scary XD

Olivert did that once too and it worked far too well...

Ah... we will only spend one more act with Rean and it will be close to the end. How sad. I missed my boy for so long and I didn't nearly have enough time with him.

Hah... back to Van and the ASO it is. Their plot isn't bad or uninteresting by any means and its not like I dislike the characters. But the pacing their routes is always so darn slow. Its like shewing on old bubblegum that once was really sweet and soft but now is hard and tastes like nothing. URG!

Elaine and Agnes in the same room. Don't tell me we do not play the replacement game this time?

I skipped a lot of Vans story because I was hardly interested in it until the end so I have honestly no idea if those guys from the past (and the future past? The other loops, I guess...) brought stuff with them from their timeline or if someone else has their hands in it too... at least I still have mysteries to solve in Vans route ^^'

Oh so we do have both girls in the team this time? Nice.

(Looking at this picture it reminds me of how it always bothers me how fine Elaine is with the fact that Agnes is always the one sitting and standing next to Van, despite the fact that I am sure she knows very well about Agnes feelings. I know she is an adult and not petty or anything and I am probably far too used to Elie and Alisa being so overly cautious and jealous when it came to their man and almost always automatically took the place at their side but... still. Either she is immensely confident in Vans feelings for her, or at least Van not having feelings for Agnes or her maturity is really a bit too unrealistic for my liking because no matter what, you do want to be the one standing next to your man, its only natural, even as a strong independent woman. I mean she hinted multiple times that she wants him back... so shouldn't she push him in more than just verbal ways?)

Sometimes I wish I would have had played this game completely blind, because it would have been so much fun to imagine that grand birthday party for Agnes as the end of this game and this the Calvard-Arc and maybe even having Reans Team and Kevins Team over for it as well... everyone just happy and things are going well. Instead, whenever they talk about it now, its depressing because we know its not going to happen. And it is not just an "oh well we postpone it to the day after her birthday because something big came up" - kind of thing, its... theoretically never going to happen. There never was a plan for a party to begin with. Heck. Yume never met Agnes. I... its just... so sad.

You know... on one hand I am glad he is not the kind of guy who buys some random useless shit for Agnes just so he can say he thought of her. But on the other hand I am kind of upset about him having to ask her what she wants instead of finding something for her himself. After all he knows her for almost a year now. Says she is special as his assistant and yet he can not come up with a fitting gift for her himself?

WTF?! The weirdest people come together in this game.

Zemuria is very small I tell you...

If you are wondering why the pacing in Vans story is so obnoxiously bad... this just now was one of many unnecessary non-optional events we have to watch in order to move the story. It maybe that some of those conversations play a role eventually one way or another... but I feel like they could have done this very differently.

And if the garten isn't dragging the pacing down even more. Those stupid connect events sure are.

Urg. I feel bad doing Elaines when I don't have one for Agnes. But I know I need to see this one so... here we go.

I wish you wouldn't! Move on from him for gods sake! If you are lucky this guy has to sacrifice himself next and you end up crying. (Just saying. He too has a death-flag over his head. We saw it with Rean that we CAN overcome that, but the Calvard-Arc is darker and more mature. Not sure if Van is as safe as Rean ended up being...)

The pattern-repeating suddenly pops into my head. Know who also suffered partly because of a certain girls father? Yeah... that one. I've know this battle was lost when Kai started... but I can just not stop hoping. I understand the appeal of this ship and I tried to like it so many times, because that would be the easy way. But I do not like this ship. Its boring. Childhoodfriends... that broke up once because he was a lost idiot and now finally reunited fall in love again. How freaking fucking boring. I feel like the reason Agnes appeals to me so much more, is because I like the idea of this semi-adult man being saved by a schoolgirl. This guy that lives in the grey area, saved by a girl that has always been protected an sheltered and and never truly experienced the dark truth of the world before. It feels so much better to me. More interesting.

Also - and I do know I repeat myself here - it just isn't fair. Van has been in Edith for a few years and never once took the chance on rekindling his relationship with Elaine, even tho she was there too. Only after Agnes joined, after he found a family in the ASO he was able and willing to recindle his relationship with Elaine. And it just... isn't right that Elaine gets the man, even this without Agnes, he would like have kept her at arms length forever and there would not have been anything to recindle. Elaine doesn't deserve him. Agnes does. She saved him in so many ways. And no, I do not want to play down how Elaine managed to keep Van sane after what he has been through. But he ran from her in the end and she let him. While Agnes not once allowed Van to run away from her, always followed him, always scolded him for running. Its just... URG!

I am with Elaine here for once. I get why it didn't happen in the first game and even the second but at this point, if Falcom wants these two together that just fucking get it over with!

I also think Van still dodging things gets to the point were it doesn't make much sense anymore. I get the situation with the inner Devil-Thingy beeing a problem. But why not say "I love you and I will definitly be with you, as soon as I figure things out." But he keeps saying things that make it look like he doesn't know what he wants himself but that doesn't really fit his usual demanor regarding Elaine either. Its like Falcom just keeps dragging it on for some reason.

Awwwww. How nice. This smelled like him from the start anyway XD

I know she surely won't leave until the Calvard-Saga is over (I hope... no idea what the soft-reset brings us - or takes from us for that matter...) but I already miss her. With this being the first game without Olivert at least visiting In-Game (not just the credits...) it would have felt very lonely if she wasn't there at least.

I know Kondo said that just because Elie and Lloyd have family here doesn't mean they have to be here as well... but it feels so odd to speak with her father and our characters don't even know her or their connection.

[sususfingers]

Finding a way to squeeze past the blind guy with the dog without seeming like an asshole was a challenge. He was moving too slowly; I mean isn't that what the dog was for? Finally, I made it to the surface, my mind racing to recall what I’d been doing before stepping onto the subway. It felt like I’d fallen asleep and woken up to that dreadful singing. Who parents these people to have so much self-confidence that they think subway riders are interested in their talents, or lack thereof? I fumbled for my phone to check the time—I was catching my husband after his work meeting.

I stumbled past the tattoo shop where Matt and I got our first matching tattoos when we first moved to New York. Oh, I remember. This was the second time we had done this day; I was there to make sure it didn’t end the way it did last time.

Ever since the fat kid approached me on the swing in the backyard of that weird lady’s group home—the one with the dead husband who was famous thirty years ago and who she just won’t shut up about —I’ve loved him. Seriously, she starts every conversation with, “You know, my husband played drums for a really famous band in the 80s, God rest his soul.” Which famous band, lady? What the hell do I do with that information, lady?

That kid had asked me what I was listening to on my earphones. I told him I was listening to jazz, but I usually listen to other things. He asked who my favorite artist was and when I mentioned that I especially liked to listen to Metallica, The Migos, and Sam Smith, he called me complex and said I was more interesting than the other girls. I tried to hide my smile, telling him I did not understand why the other kids called him fat when he was just big boned, with the potential to grow into a muscular man that many women would fawn over. Kids lacked foresight and often overlooked great potential. He laughed so hard he fell backward on the swing and cracked his glasses, then called me funny.

Of course, I knew I was funny; I could be anything. I was only twelve, but I knew exactly what boys liked. I liked Matt and knew we would be stuck together for life, whether he knew it yet or not.

At the end of this street, Matt was at his work meeting.

There was a white lady with a baby in a stroller waiting to get across on the other side of the street. Turns out the “baby” was actually a cat. This neighborhood had undergone some serious gentrification since the last time I was here.

The cross signal said to walk, and we began to approach each other. She gave me a once-over and kept walking, looking unimpressed. I felt lightly judged, ha! As if little miss cat-in-a-stroller had the room to judge anyone. Those things were made for actual babies, you know.

I caught a glimpse of Matt through the restaurant’s window. There he was, alive, breathing, whole. The rest of his party looked inconsequential next to him. He was wearing my favorite color, the vanity in his spirit trying to charm investors by matching his outfit to his eyes. He thought he was slick, but I knew he wore blue to extract more zeroes from their pockets.

And I’m supposed to be the vain one.

God, it felt like forever since I last saw his face or heard his voice. He was every bit as beautiful as I always knew he would be. If I didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, I’d burst in there and ruin his meeting.

The morning, he found out, he wore the same suit. Matt’s face turned ashen, as if he’d seen his dead mother’s ghost. He didn’t yell or cry; he just looked at me with such raw, hollow disappointment. I would have clawed my heart out and handed it to him at once if it meant he’d forgive me. He left the house, and I sat alone in the wreckage, plotting and waiting—hoping for a chance to explain, to make him see it was a terrible mistake, one that he played a role in- whether he liked to admit it or not, one I would regret for the rest of my life.

He knew who I was; he always had.

He was gone before I could look him in the eyes and beg him to understand it hadn’t meant anything, that I loved him.

A freak accident, they said. A drunk driver veered into his lane.

How did I survive until he found me? Nobody ever knew me like Matt did. Where everyone else saw manipulative and attention-seeking, Matt saw efficient and confident. Nobody else could love me like he did. In fact, nobody else could love me.

Maybe it started when that one lady promised we could stay. Nobody had ever promised that before. We always kind of accepted our fate, you know? But once she promised, the possibility was born, and we couldn’t ignore it. Neither of us even wanted to stay with her; she was mean, the passive aggressive kind- which is worse in my opinion. But we didn’t want to risk being separated. If she kept us both, we could stay together until we aged out of the system.

For weeks, she dangled that promise like a carrot: if we were good—no, perfect—we’d be here for good. So, we made it our mission. Every morning, Matt and I crept out of our beds before dawn and did our chores quietly. At night, we shut ourselves in our room before she cracked open her first bottle of wine. We were invisible, obedient, every bit the “model foster kids” she wanted to show off.

Two months. We kept that tightrope act on for two whole months, holding on to the promise of stability. Then one evening, she sat us down in the kitchen and looked us in the eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she said flatly. “This just isn’t working out. You’ll be moved to a new family tomorrow.”

That was it. We’d been good—no, perfect. And it still wasn’t enough. Maybe that’s when we learned we were all each other had in this world. Matt and I were put into different foster families on opposite sides of town. We stayed up talking on the phone every night until we reunited in New York.

Matt wasn’t conventionally smart, so he didn’t get into college. I was plenty smart for both of us. I attended Juilliard for dance on a full ride, while Matt worked two jobs to support us. It was always Matt and I against the world.

In a single moment, I lost him forever, never able to make things right. I never got to say I was sorry.

For weeks, I wandered through my days like a ghost, eating and sleeping—none of it mattered. Every day, I went to the park where we used to walk together. Our bench still faced the pond, waiting. But I was alone, staring at a world that kept moving while I stayed frozen.

One afternoon, I sat there, lost in thought, when a man approached me. He was tall and thin, with sharp eyes that seemed to see through me. His suit was a perfect, somber gray, not a wrinkle in sight.

“You’re hurting,” he said softly, standing a few feet away.

I looked up, too drained to be rude. “Who are you?” I asked dully.

“Someone who might be able to help.”

I didn’t need help; I needed a miracle. “What are you talking about?”

“What if I told you there was a way to go back? To see him again. To change what happened.”

I froze. How did he know? His words were absurd—impossible. And yet, something desperate stirred inside me. I knew I should laugh and walk away. But grief makes people reckless. Desperation makes them stupid.

“What do you mean?”

“I can send you back,” he said softly. “To moments before he died. To give you a chance to save him.” His eyes held mine, unblinking. “But it won’t be free. Time is stubborn. To bend it, you must pay whatever cost it demands.”

“What kind of cost?”

“I can’t say,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Not until you’ve decided. But it will be yours alone to bear.”

I knew I should say no. I knew I should turn and run. But then I thought of Matt, his face twisted in pain and betrayal.

“I’ll pay it,” I whispered fiercely. “Whatever it takes.”

The man’s eyes softened. “So be it,” he said, reaching out, one finger brushing my forehead.

And then, the world shattered.

When I blinked again, all I could hear was the annoying screeching of that lady’s voice.

I took one last look at Matt through the restaurant windows. His meeting seemed to be concluding; chairs were pushed back, and every member of their party shook his hand. I moved to stand at the exit, my heart racing as I waited for him to step outside.

When he finally appeared, his smile faded the moment he saw me. “What the hell are you doing here?” His expression shifted from joy to disgust in an instant.

I felt the air leave my lungs. I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of him, talking to him again. I wanted to reach out and fix his hair, touch his face.

I realized that the only thing that had changed was that he was alive. The shadows of my past mistakes loomed between us like a dark curtain.

“Matt, I—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his voice cold.

“I’m sorry,” I managed to say. “I didn’t mean it. You know me. You know how I get when I'm bored.” I became frantic.

He stepped back, shaking his head as if I were a stranger. He wouldn’t even look me in the eye. “You’re really trying to blame this on me?”

I opened my mouth, desperate for the right words. “Remember when I retired from professional dancing three years ago? You promised you’d lessen your workload, we’d travel, maybe even have kids. It felt like you forgot about me.”

“Do you seriously think that’s an excuse for what you did? You’re unbelievable!” He began to leave.

At his words, the dam inside me broke. I was sobbing now, drawing the attention of passersby. “Matt, please! Don’t go! Just listen—”

He turned away, refusing to meet my gaze. “I can’t deal with the Aiya show right now. Please go away. I really don’t want to see you.”

“Matt, please!” I begged, reaching for him, but he stepped back. I know how he is when he gets like this. He just needs time. After all, for him it’d only been a few hours, but for me it’d been five months. “Whatever you do, just… don’t drive. Please!”

He finally looked at me, eyes searching mine, but I could see he was still hurt and lost. “Why?”

I wanted to scream the truth, to tell him everything, but the words stuck in my throat. I decided to become hysterical, my hands gripping his arm, begging him through sobs to understand, to leave his car in the lot.

“Fine,” he said, his voice taut with frustration. “Let’s just go.” He started walking the way I came, toward the subway, I wiped my eyes with my jacket, and I followed, the silence between us thick and suffocating.

We sat side by side on the train, the weight of our shared pain pressing down until we reached our stop. When we got home, Matt headed straight for our bedroom. I trailed behind him, pleading with desperation.

“Please, just talk to me, where are you going? We can talk about this; you could at least pretend to care about me” I pleaded as he began packing his bags. He ignored me, focusing on shoving his clothes into his suitcase.

“Matt, please!” I cried, following him from room to room. “I can’t lose you. I don’t know how to live without you!”

He continued to pack; his expression blank. Each item he folded away felt like a piece of my heart breaking off. And then, without a word, he zipped up his suitcase and headed for the door.

Nothing was working. I wailed, collapsing onto the living room floor, utterly defeated.

There was nothing left in his eyes—no love, no warmth. Just emptiness. Then he was gone, leaving me alone in the silence, uncontrollably sobbing, the weight of my error crashing down around me.

I was left on the floor, surrounded by memories, wondering how I would continue my life without the one person who had always been my constant. The room felt impossibly vast, and all I could think about was how I had shattered everything that mattered.

Time passed slowly—one year, then two. I called, texted, did everything I could, but I couldn’t reach Matt. I spent my days pining for him, unsure how to do anything without him. So, I barely did anything, just enough to keep me afloat, waiting for his return. I was convinced he’d come back; I tried my best to keep everything in place for him. There was no way he knew how to live without me.

At the end of the second year, I received divorce papers in the mail. I didn’t think I could feel more devastated than I already was, but I signed and sent them back. He let me have everything we owned but I didn't want them, I only wanted him.

By the start of year four, he finally created a Facebook account. I held my breath and messaged him, but he never responded. Then, at the end of year four, he uploaded a picture of his three-year-old daughter. She had his eyes.

My life lost all meaning that day. I couldn't believe I brought him back for someone else to enjoy.

[callsignyoshiderg]

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.

[pesterloglog]

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!