#but just who in the crown Keepers was going to die

[she-aint-no-slow-regard]

Not my emotional support himbo :(

[judesmoonbeauty]

𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕫𝕫𝕒'𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

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— Would people say it’s foolish to chase a promise that won’t come true?

Poorly Dressed Man: Jude Jazza! It’s all - it’s all your fault!

Jude: I ain’t the one who broke the contract.

Jude: If ya wanna file a lawsuit yer sure to lose, ‘n starve to death, then be my guest.

Poorly Dressed Man: You demon! Die!

Jude: Ellis.

Ellis: Yep.

Poorly Dressed Man: Gah!

— Would people call following a twisted sense of justice evil?

Jude: …Ha. The full moon’s annoyin’.

The person with amethyst eyes listlessly lit a cigarette.

The white smoke that rose in the pitch black darkness turned the glittering moon grey.

Ellis: Jude, it’s done.

Jude: Fine. Then let’s get outta here ‘fore things get messy.

A week has passed since I’ve become fairytale keeper.

Guests from Germany called Vogel have arrived, and I’ve been accompanying the others on dangerous missions,

In these hectic days, there are many things that bother me.

However, the thing that bothers me the most is —

Kate: Jude, please take me with you on the mission today!

Jude: Ha. Make an appointment. Business hours are over, so scram.

He looked very unhappy while he glared at me disdainfully.

(But…I can’t back down here.)

Kate: For the past week, I’ve accompanied everyone on missions as fairytale keeper.

Kate: Only you and Ellis are the ones left.

Jude: Don’t care ‘bout yer problems.

Kate: Ughh….

Ellis: Is it okay if I go with Kate?

Ellis kindly soothed my heart that was gouged out by Jude.

However -

Jude: Y'shuddup.

(Haaa, it’s hopeless. What should I do….)

(If I can’t do it by asking directly, then I can follow them without permission, or ask for help…)

The moment I was lost in thought —

Victor: Today, I see Jude is walking about as the human form of cruelty and ruthlessness as well.

The “help” I wished for arrived with beautiful long hair, and in a cheerful mood.

Victor: Don’t be so cold, and take care of Kate.

Victor: The fairytale keeper is an honorable position that Her Majesty recognizes.

Jude: I don’t understand what yer sayin’, ‘n I don’t like it.

Jude: What’s that woman thinkin’, lettin’ ya abuse her power ‘n capture a commoner.

(…..Commoner.)

Jude: Tch….revoltin’.

Jude: Let’s go, Ellis.

Ellis: Sorry, Kate. See you later.

Kate: Yeah….

I gave a small wave to Ellis who looked back with concern as he left.

(I’ve had quite a few bad experiences in my life.)

But this was the first time I’ve been met with such intense hatred for no reason.

To be honest…it’s not a good feeling.

He’s really a “jerk” with a rotten attitude —that was my first impression of him.

But I soon realized as I lived at Crown Castle, that he was like that with everyone.

[Shows different scenes of Jude's attitude.]

Jude: All Crown members on a urgent mission ordered by that Queenie?

Jude: Don’t need my help. Do whatever ya want.

Jude: Get together with Vogel? Ain’t nothin’ in it for me.

Jude: I ain’t goin’ to that thing.

Jude: Fairytale keeper? Thought ya scampered back home already. Dunno though.

[Examples scenes end]

Kate: Jude Jazza’s report…..

Victor: You’ve brought the weekly report, thank you.

Victor: Jude Jazza. He is very arrogant, ruthless, and intolerable……

Just as he was speaking, I snatched the report back from him.

Kate: There’s no way I can present a report full of insults to her Majesty!

…A few days later.

Harrison: Yeah, I got it from Victor.

In the note Harrison gave me —

The Pub near St. James’s Park, 10:00 p.m.

(This is!)

Harrison: Tonight Jude and Ellis are on a mission to bust a gang selling illegal drugs.

Apparently Victor couldn’t just watch things silently, and arranged for me to join the two on their mission.

Kate: Thanks for the note, Harrison.

(The pub, tonight at 10…that means)

When I looked at the clock, there was only an hour left.

Kate: I’ve got to hurry! I’m off.

Harrison: Ah, oi…..Roger’ll go with you, so meet up with him!

Harrison: ….I don’t think that guy’s going to be easy to deal with.

Just before I ran out of the room, I heard Harrison’s murmuring….Perhaps, he was predicting what would happen tonight.

When I arrived at the location precisely on time — the entire mission had been completed.

(Maybe….no, not maybe)

Roger: Hahaha, Jude took you for a ride didn’t lil’ lady?

Kate: ……

His cheerful and merciless voice, unlike Jude’s pierced my heart.

Ellis: Oh, Kate. And Roger too.

(Since Ellis returned to the pub, does that mean Jude’s returned too?)

I leaned forward a bit to see if Jude was there.

(Hm…he’s not here?)

Kate: Ellis, where’s Jude?

Ellis: Smoking probably.

I went to the back of the pub, and found Jude sitting on the stairs smoking.

Kate: …You lied and gave the wrong time.

Jude: Can ya stop makin’ false accusations?

Kate: False accusations?

Jude: Didn’t say it would “start” at 10:00 p.m. It’s yer fault for not confirmin’ ‘forehand.

[All options are +4/+4] - “Option 1: It was my mistake.”

Kate: That’s….definitely my mistake for not confirming.

I was the who assumed the time written on the note was the start time.

Jude: Hmm, so ya got ‘nough brains to honestly fess up when yer wrong. That’s great.

(What Jude is saying is probably right….But..)

Kate: Why would you intentionally do something that would make someone hate you?

Jude: Is there somethin’ to gain by bein’ liked by ya?

White smoke flows from his cruel smile.

Kate: So it’s okay to be hated by others so long as there’s no benefit for you?

Jude: Are ya a fool who wants to be liked by everyone?

Kate: But, there’s nothing wrong with being like, is there?

Jude: Sickenin’. I hate it when people say - “Let’s all be friendly.”

(No matter what I say, it’s a deadlock….)

I’ve tried to meet him halfway so many times.

But each time he’s treated me coldly, and it’s made me really angry.

— That’s why I said this.

Kate: If that’s what you say, then I’ll make you understand.

Words you should absolutely never say to him….

Jude: ….Hah?

White smoke swirls up from his cranky lips like a coiling serpent.

Jude: Whaddya gonna make me understand?

When I heard his rough voice from his thin lips, I realized that I touched a nerve.

But I can’t take back what I’ve said — So, I should just say what I feel.

I glared at Jude on the other side of the white smoke, trying not to be overwhelmed by his powerful gaze.

Kate: By the time I finish being the fairytale keeper, I will find something to like about you.

Jude: Hah?

Kate: I can’t find anything at the moment….but I don’t think it’s bad to be liked regardless if there’s gain or not.

Jude: ………..

Kate: I promise you.

When I nodded, Jude’s lips twisted into an exasperated smile.

Jude: ….Idiot. Are ya insane?

Jude: If ya find somethin’ like that, I’ll listen to any one thing ya say.

(Those words just now…! Can I take them as an agreement?)

Kate: Deal, I’m looking forward to it!

Kate: Oh, and I don’t intend to leave your side until I’ve fulfilled my promise, no matter how many times you push me away.

Jude: Ha. Fine, if ya say so, then do as ya please.

After a long battle, I finally got him to say those words.

Kate: Yep, I’ll do as I please!

I fanned away the cigarette smoke that separated us, and took a step closer to him….

Jude scoffs while letting out a thick puff of smoke.

Jude: Just remember one thing princess….My “promises” don’t come cheap.

Jude: If ya break yer promise, I’ll show ya a hell that’ll make ya think ya were better off dead.

Amidst the elegant scent of sandalwood, which was far from his image, and the sweet, burning scent of tobacco —

Jude and I made our first promise.

[Transitions to the Palace]

Darius: Jude Jazza, huh. - Hm, Nica.

“Vogel” - an organization under the direct command of the German Emperor.

It’s Director, Darius Vogel, smiled gracefully.

Nica: You want me to look into him, right. That’s fine, I’m personally interested in him.

Nica: …So I hope I can gather some interesting information on him.

The following day I was called to Victor’s office.

Victor: Jude, Ellis, and Kate, thank you for your hard work last night.

Victor: Now then, Kate I’ve heard that you’re going to be Jude’s exclusive fairytale keeper going forward?

(Huh?)

Jude: Why’a lookin’ confused, yer the one who suggested it.

(That’s….)

[Flash back begins]

Kate: By the time I finish being the fairytale keeper, I will find something to like about you.

Jude: If ya find somethin’ like that, then I’ll listen to any one thing ya say.

[Flash back ends]

(Maybe that’s it?)

Jude: A one-sided termination of the contract’s invalid. Don’t go back on yer word, people-pleaser.

Kate: I wouldn’t go back on my word, even if you didn’t tell me to.

Victor: Jude truly is an arrogant, insincere, and narrow-minded man, but he never breaks his promises.

Victor: Hence, he demands the same of others, or else they’re met with fierce retaliation.

As Victor’s cheerful voice rang out, Jude and I stopped glaring at each other.

Kate: That means….

Victor: Now that this has happened, there’s no escape for you, is there?

Jude Jazza, his curse is the 13th fairy from Sleeping Beauty.

Twelve fairies were called to the castle for a banquet of the the newborn princess.

Each of the fairies blessed the lovely princess….

— However, the 13th fairy was not invited to the castle, and it cast a curse on the princess out of resentment.

(I’m sure that’s how the tale goes…)

Kate: ….Is this person vindictive because of his curse, or simply because of his mean personality?

Victor: Hmm, that’s a mystery buried deep beneath the sea —

Jude: Don’t care if it’s some curse or not.

Ellis: Will you sign it? Or…

Jude: Signin’ with yer blood’s fine.

As if to prove his rotten personality, Jude smiled sarcastically….

Kate: I’ll sign anything!

I reflexively responded to his provocation, and ran the pen across the paper.

Within seconds of signing, Jude tucked it in his breast pocket.

Jude: Thanks. Let’s be friends from now on, eh princess?

A cruel person who delights in the misfortunes of others.

(There’s no way I’ll ever fall in love with someone like that.)

(But, if I don’t fulfill my promise, then I’m in breach of the contract….)

— I’ll end up as his prey.

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[no-less-than-a-god]

“May I ask a question?” The Lamb’s voice carries easily through the Afterlife, and if The One Who Waits hadn’t just watched them die (an attack that they were too weakened to dodge, an arrow piercing their chest), he would have startled at how it echoes around them; Aym and Baal didn’t have such foresight, and both of them jerked, ears flicking and tails fluffing up for only a moment before calming.

“I have told you, Vessel,” The One Who Waits answers, as the Lamb grows close. “You are free to ask anything of your god.”

“Who are these two?” the Lamb asks, and gestures to the disciples on either side of the god. Having been directly referenced, both of their ears prick up, and they stand as straight as they can, alert and curious.

“They’re my disciples,” The One Who Waits replies, “gifted upon me as kits.”

He does not mention his sibling’s name, or the fact he knows it was them. It hurts to think about it, even now.

“Do they have names?”

The god makes a motion with his chained wrist, and addresses his keepers. “Speak freely, and introduce yourself to the Lamb.”

“Baal.”

“Aym.”

“Are you two brothers?”

“Yes,” it was Baal who replies, his brother’s head tilting as he answers. “Twins.”

“Who’s older?”

There is a pause. Both disciples look upon each other silently, before turning back to the Lamb they towered over.

“I think,” it was Aym who speaks this time, as he points his staff towards Baal, “he’s older.”

“Huh…” the Lamb trails off then, before speaking up again. “Who’s better at fighting?”

“I am,” both of them reply simultaneously, and then shoot each other a look.

“I beat you last time we sparred,” Aym says.

“But I had beaten you thrice before that,” Baal counters.

“Twice,” Aym corrects.

“Thrice,” Baal insists.

In a sudden move, Aym pounces on his brother, staff brandished. “I’ll show you who’s a better fighter!” he yells, and the two throw themselves off to the side, bickering and fighting.

Both the Lamb and The One Who Waits watches the brothers for a few moments, before the Lamb looks up at their god.

“Apologies, I seem to have caused that,” they say.

“They fight, it happens,” the god replies. He does not stop his disciples, or reprimand them from fighting in front of his vessel. Instead, he watches with amusement.

“It’s entertaining, most of the time,” he adds. “I’ve been keeping track of who wins.”

“Who’s winning, then?”

Beneath the veil, The One Who Waits begins to smile, and he turns back to the Lamb.

“They’re tied.”

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“May I ask what happens to the offerings I give you?”

“My disciples eat the fish.”

“You don’t?”

“I cannot.”

“Would you like me to send other things, then?”

“The fish is adequate, Vessel. You do not have to.”

“Do you know what fish they prefer, then?”

“Aym prefers swordfish; Baal prefers tuna.”

“And you?”

“...It’s been too long for me to remember the tastes, but I remember being partial to salmon the most.”

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“Does it hurt?” they ask, sitting among the ethereal ground. The One Who Waits watches them, as they peer up at him.

They look so small.

“Does what hurt?” he asks in return, although he has a speculation.

“The shackles, the chains. Being bound.”

The One Who Waits remains silent, contemplating, before he speaks honestly. “They have pained me for so long, I take no further notice. I have been forced to grow used to the unbearable agony; it no longer affects me as greatly as it once did. Is there a reason you ask, Vessel?”

The Lamb, The One Who Waits surprisingly finds, is silent. They’ve looked away from him, and suddenly, they’re standing up.

“I’m ready to go back,” they claim, and there’s a tremble at the end of their voice.

Ignoring that they failed to answer his own question, Narinder raises his bony arm, chainlinks clinking together, as he resurrects them.

Later, watching through the crown, he sees the Lamb descend upon the stone statue of Heket with their oversized hammer, smashing it to pieces.

Even as it rebuilds itself, the hammer brings it all down in a fit of rage, until the Lamb is doubled over with fatigue, panting and sweating.

Eligos brings their demise two days later, and neither god nor vessel speak as the Lamb looks upon The One Who Waits.

Thank you, he wants to say, for your rage. For caring. You did not have to do that, but you did. 

But he says nothing.

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“Do you know how to play knucklebones?”

“I’ve watched the rat play it, many times. And I’ve watched you play it, many times more.”

“But do you know how to play?”

“I do not.”

“Can I teach you?

“With what dice, Vessel?”

“I have some in the crown. I can teach Aym and Baal too, if they want.”

“I’m sure they’ll enjoy it.”

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“Have you always had a veil?” the Lamb asks, resting in their god’s hand. They had requested to lay down, after a painful and quite literal run-in with an explosive fiend. They sit up, a curious tilt to their head.

“I acquired one not long after my ascension to a Bishop,” The One Who Waits replies. Nearby, the sound of staff clacking together continues as the twins spar. “There were complaints of my gaze being uncomfortable. Unnerving.”

The Lamb pauses, before they softly ask, “May I see?”

“The veil?”

“Your face.”

A century ago, a request as such would have given him pause. He would have declined, and sent the Lamb away.

Instead, he slowly brings his arm up, and leans down. The Lamb ducks under the veil, and for the first time, the god and vessel make true eye contact.

Red meets white. The One Who Waits looks, unblinking, as the Lamb stares back into his eyes.

Something touches his nose, and it twitches involuntarily at the unfamiliar sensation. It takes the god a few seconds to realize it’s the Lamb’s hand.

The Lamb smiles, gently. “Your eyes. They’re a pretty red.”

The One Who Waits’ ear flicks.

“Like camellias. Or fresh blood. It’s nice.”

“Vessel,” the god whispers, because they’re so close. “I ask you to stop talking.”

The Lamb leans against The One Who Waits’ nose, and all he can smell is them. “And I ask,” they reply, their smile growing, “is that I can continue praising my god’s bea-”

“Lamb-” The One Who Waits interrupts, and it comes out soft. Something warm curls in his chest, around his unbeating heart.

“What shall become of me, if I don’t stop talking?” the Lamb asks in a whisper. 

A purr threatens to rip itself from the god’s chest.

“I’ll send you back to your followers,” The One Who Waits replies.

The threat is empty, and both of them know it.

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“Was Kallamar your elder or younger brother?”

“Elder.”

“And Heket was younger. Does that mean you were the middle sibling?”

“Yes, I was in the middle. Two came before, and two after.”

“May I ask what it was like, having siblings?”

“I assure you, Vessel, my experience with siblinghood is most definitely different from the norm.”

“I rephrase: May I ask what it was like for you, having siblings? May I know more of my god’s past?”

“Draw close, Lamb, and I shall tell you.”

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“Shamura spoke to me.” 

The One Who Waits flicks his ear, half because of hearing his sibling’s name on his lamb's tongue, half because they sound nervous.

The Lamb continues speaking. “They told me something. A name.”

The god freezes. He stills so suddenly, not even his chains clink. It's silent.

He knows what name Shamura had spoken. He wasn't watching the Lamb during their crusade, but he knows.

He remembers, faintly, his name uttered in vain, in fear and disgust. In hatred, or indifference.

“Were they telling the truth?” the Lamb asks. “Is your name Narinder?”

Reverence. How long ago did someone last say his name with such reverence?

“It is,” he replies, and he pretends his voice doesn’t tremble at the end.

“Can I call you that?”

The answer comes at once, without thought or hesitation, “Yes.”

“Much easier to say than your title,” the Lamb smiles a little, “right, Narinder?”

His own purr surprises him, and he watches as the Lamb’s smile grows into something soft, something fond.

Off to the side, Baal and Aym shoot their master a strange look.

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“What do you plan to do, once you’re free?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’ve been trapped for almost a millennium, Narinder, surely you’ve thought of something?”

“I’ve had ideas in the past, but they’ve changed. Now, I’m unsure.”

“I can help you think of something, if you want.”

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Narinder, The One Who Waits, has dreamed of freedom for centuries. All he’s wished for, as time passed in his eternal prison, is that he could be set free.

The Lamb’s arrival to him, covered in chains and looking ragged, had filled him with ecstatic bloodlust.

They were it, his key. With them as his final sacrifice, he’d be free.

That thought would keep him gleeful, a comfort. With their death, he’ll find his freedom.

But something changed.

Now, the thought fills him with dread.

With their death, he’ll be free.

For the first time since he was shackled, his dreams aren’t filled with revenge, with tearing himself free and escaping.

For the first time, he becomes weary of his own domain.

He doesn’t want the Lamb to die.

He doesn’t want the Lamb to die to free him.

He wants them alive. He wants them to stay, sleeping against his claw and chest, saying his name, peering under his veil.

He doesn’t want the Lamb to die.

Which is why, when they bow to him, his crown in their hands, he cannot find the words he’s dreamed of saying for centuries, the words he’s supposed to say.

It’s why, fists clenching, he says, “No.”

Good afternoon, I woke up and chose violence today! More specifically, I decided today I would write short fragments of interaction between narinder and the lamb during their vessel years

also. lore :)

anyways if anyone's curious I listened to "Home" by Pinkshift while writing this

[idontknowmyownmind]

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💝 The one I love the most ❤❤❤

This is my latest updated og!Cale fanfictions I've read

The one without [...] in front of its title means that the story /somehow/ involved both KRS and Cale

And, yes, I'm a hardcore og!AlCale and RokCale shipper

I do read some krs!Cale-centric fanfiction but when it come to LCF 'canon'-verse, I avoided E-rated and shippy ones and I don't usually bookmarked them

It's hard to find one to my liking because most M-rated and T-rated ones still with ships and s3xual content while there are few with those rates because of the theme or gore or language but most are not, so...

I like the light read ones, but most of the times I just want to read the heavy ones that without ships but those are so rare...

Idk whether you, @grumpywiltedlettuce, already read them or not but these are the one I like the most!!

Will updated if I found more!!

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 16

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

Kate: …Nn…Where is this?

I regained consciousness on the cold floor.

(That’s right…I ended up smelling something that came from behind me…)

(is this…a warehouse…somewhere?)

My head still felt heavy as I raised it, and stood up.

(I’m not tied up…)

I sighed in relief, but then—

Kate: …!

When I sensed a presence, I turned around and saw a boy and girl looking pale and trembling.

(Who are these kids?)

(...Could it be that—)

~~ Flashback ~~

Barkeep: These days you hear a lot of young men and women get attacked or go missing.

--

Liam: Lately, young people have been getting attacked or going missing.

Ellis: Do you mean the incidents Victor and Will are investigating?

~~ End flashback ~~

(...Did I end up getting involved in the incident?)

While I sat there in surprise, I suddenly heard footsteps from the darkness.

Man in a black hood: Looks like you’re all awake.

One, two, three, four men with black hoods over their eyes appeared.

(These were the criminals who attacked me…)

They each held either a gun or a knife.

(I thought I was glad that I wasn’t tied up…How naive)

The fact that I had such freedom meant that there was no way you’d get away.

Depending on what they do, my life could be taken instantly.

I went pale with fear and fell to my knees.

(Calm down…I’m a fairytale keeper trained by Roger)

(Out of everyone here, I’m the one most familiar with “evil”)

I felt for the gun strapped to my garter belt. Luckily that wasn’t taken away.

(Everyone should soon realize that I’ve disappeared)

And then Crown…Roger will come save me.

The evil Crown was the best group you could have as your ally.

(Besides, Crown’s been following this case)

(If they thought that saving me would help solve this case, then they’d be on it now)

I just had to wait.

(...I’ll need to buy some time)

(Or else…the kids and I—)

A shiver ran down my spine when it felt like the Grim Reaper was drawing near. I mustered up all my strength and stood in front of kids to protect them.

Kate: …Why are you doing this?

Man in a black hood: I don’t see a point in explaining ourselves to someone who’s about to die.

(“Someone who’s about to die”...)

Meaning they plan to kill us in the end.

(We’re not being held for ransom)

(They kidnap random youths)

(But…why would they kill all these people?)

I didn’t understand their intentions.

That made me anxious, and after putting all that effort into standing, my legs started shaking.

Look for a chance to escape

Beg for your life

Provoke him +4 +4

Kate: …It’s not like you’re going to let us run. If we’re waiting to die, then wouldn’t it be nice to have something to take with us to the afterlife? But if you can’t even give us that…then do what you want.

A look of annoyance crossed his face and he gulped audibly.

But the provocation did its job and the hooded man started to talk with an air of confidence.

Man in a black hood: In this world, there’s a thing called “being useless”. Withered flowers, abandoned buildings, dead people. However, there are some people who find value in these.

Kate: There are people who value us even after we die?

(I think…Roger and I had a conversation like this before)

~~ Flashback ~~

Kate: Roger, what’s this law written here in “Dissection Laws”?

Roger: As you know, medicine’s advancing pretty rapidly in England. With that comes a lot of dissections performed by doctors and researchers. Now here’s a question. What do you think the problem with this is?

Kate: …They run out of specimens to perform dissections on?

Roger: Correct. So then people go and collect human specimens however they can.

Kate: Ah, I’ve heard of people who dig up graves to steal corpses.

Roger: That’s why the “Dissection Law” was established to prevent that and ensure cadavers were acquired legally.

~~ End flashback ~~

(...Being regulated by law increases the shortage of human specimens)

That’s why they were killing young people.

Not for ransom.

But the corpses had value.

With this, I came to a conclusion—

Kate: Are you all doctors or researchers who need human specimens?

Man in a black hood: Oh? You’re clever…Who are you?

Kate: I don’t have a name to share.

Man in a black hood: Hmm, cheeky. You’re not entirely wrong, but… Let’s stop chatting. My client wants silent offerings.

The hooded man took something out.

What reflected the dim light dully was—

(A knife…)

--

Roger: This is supposed to be the base, but there’s nothing here…Did we get it wrong?

When they entered, the warehouse was only filled with silence and the smell of dust.

Nica: It’s too early to give up, no? These places tend to have dummies. Like hidden passageways or hidden doors.

Roger held up a finger to stop him from talking.

Roger: …I can “hear” something. There are people in the basement.

Nica: Oh, so that’s abnormal hearing. I thought it had its limitations, but it’s pretty useful.

Ale: Arf arf.

Jude: The dumb dog found somethin’.

Picking up Ale who was sniffing around a wooden crate and moving said crate out of the way revealed—

Roger: A hidden passageway.

Nica: See, I knew it. That means you’re likely right.

They descended into the hidden passageway.

At the base of the stairs, a lone candle casted a shadow on the wall.

Roger: There’s no hiding spots though. Guess we’ll have to get out.

After they emerged, someone saw the shadows their shadows on the wall.

Man with mouth covered: …Who’s there!

10 men appeared, all with their faces covered by cloth.

Jude: Oi, quack. Keep goin’. Princess will be dead if ya don’t hurry.

Roger: …Jude

Jude: Huh? What’s with that face? It’s on your conscience if she dies. Go.

Roger: Sorry. I’ll waive your medical bill. Don’t die, Jude.

With that, Roger ran into the darkness.

Man with mouth covered: Hey, one’s running away. After him!.

The once quiet underground  space turned into a warzone full of angry shouts.

Nica: Oh, I caught something good. You might look mean, but you’re a quite the compassionate fellow aren’t you?

Jude: Don’t think ya got time to chat when you’re gettin’ attacked from behind.

Man with mouth covered: …Die!

Nica: …

Less than a second after noticing the shadow on a ceiling, a gunshot rang out from Nica’s hand.

He killed his target with precision without even looking.

Nica: Unfortunately, I’m not easy to kill. You chose the wrong people to fight.

Man with eyes covered: …Shit, I thought I had you…Gah.

Jude broke the man’s jaw with the tip of his shoe.

Jude: Shaddup.

Jude: …Who the hell are ya.

Cobalt blue eyes smiled at the cold gaze.

Nica: Nica Schwartz, a member of the German Empire’s Vogel. It’s cruel that you’ve forgotten after I’ve already introduced myself. I have a glass heart you know.

Jude: I’m not imaginin’ things when I say you’re too experienced for a mere lapdog. How’d you know ‘bout his abnormal hearin’?

Nica: Don’t worry, I know about you too. Jude Jazza, the president of a trading company. A company that deals in materials and food that don’t often face changes in demand, as well as luxury items and jewelry… You’re also skilled in handling what’s trending in the market. Having a diverse range of products limits risk, so you must be making a lot of money. …Want me to keep going?

Jude: Tch, all that snoopin’s makes me sick.

Nica: You need to know someone to get along with them. Don’t you think we’d get along, Mr. President?

Nica smiled suggestively. Then, multiple footsteps approached.

It appeared that the mens’ colleagues noticed that something unusual happened in the basement and assembled.

Nica: It’s rude to interrupt when I’m trying to solicit* someone. Let’s finish you off quickly.

Jude: Careful I don’t kick you by accident, Vogel lech.

Nica: That’s my line.

--

Meanwhile—The noises underground haven’t reached the warehouse where the kidnapped youths were being held.

Man in a black hood: Let’s stop chatting. My client wants silent offerings.

Kate: …

I gasped at the dull glint of the knife.

Man in a black hood: Ah, yes. You lot, make sure they only get one stab in the stomach. Our client wants the bodies as clean as possible…Ugh, drugging would’ve been easier.

Another man had warned the man with the knife out.

(There are 4 people…My gun has seven rounds. I can take them)

(However)

—Am I able to kill people?

Kidnapped girl: *sob* …No, I don’t want to die…

Kidnapped boy: Me too…Getting killed…In a place like this…

(...Don’t be scared, don’t hesitate)

(They need to be condemned for taking so many lives)

To not arouse suspicion, I slowly reached under my skirt and then pulled out my gun.

(Roger gave me this gun for self-defense)

(But…Now’s the time to use it)

I hated myself for being weak.

I felt frustrated and wanted to change, so I decided to get stronger by being with Roger.

(Roger would definitely kill them all)

An image of him shouldering the guilt while taking however many lives with his rifle popped up in my mind.

(That’s why, I—these people, kill evil)

I held my gun up and placed a finger on the trigger.

(...)

But my finger was shaking— 

Kate: Ah.

The bullet I resolved to fire went way off the mark and made a hole in the wall.

The hooded man turned at the sound and looked at me with my gun still aimed.

Man in a black hood: Pfft, hahahaha! You use a gun like a child playing with a toy.

Kate: Eek…

He grabbed my arm and took my gun away.

Man in a black hood: I’ll show you how you use a gun properly…When you want to kill someone.

Kate: …

The feeling of the barrel of the gun pressed against my temple was a firsthand lesson in the price of failure.

(Ah…Damn)

(So this is the end…)

The only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat, yet as I stared into the darkness, I wished that I could see Roger’s face one last time.

(Farewell, Roger…)

Letter | Next

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*The word Nica uses can also mean flirt, hit on, make a pass at :3

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Drunk prompt:

Harpies just won the quidditch cup and they’re celebrating at the pub with the all their teammates and their families. Ginny is drunk and starts to tell her family all the naughty things she and Harry got up to as teens and things he does to her that drives her insane.

Around 3 AM, the party finally started to die down.

Gwenog left at least two hours ago, claiming that she couldn't keep up with the rest of the team at her age. The Harpies' keeper and other beater left together around 2, arms wrapped around one another, not at all hiding what their after-party plans were.

On the other hand, Ginny and the other two chasers were not letting the party quietly end.

"Another round of shots?" Ginny hollered from atop the bar. The crowd cheered as the bartender poured glittering alcohol into shot glasses.

"Let's get you down from there," Harry said, extending a hand to his girlfriend. Ginny ignored the hand and jumped down, only slightly stumbling as she landed.

"Dear Merlin, save her," Harry muttered to the sky.

"I'm fine!" Ginny reassured Harry, "I'm a fucking champion, and champions don't get hurt."

"Come on, Champion, let's get you to a table." Harry paused and added, "A table that you can sit at."

Ginny pouted, but allowed herself to be drug to a back table where Ron, George, and Hermione were sitting at.

"Is that a UK Quidditch champion walking toward us?" George shouted.

Ginny twirled before taking a bow, "It is. It is. You are welcome for blessing your presence with a champion." Ginny gasped, "I should get a crown!"

"You should get some water," Harry said.

Ginny waved him off, "So what are we chatting about?"

Hermione started to pour a glass of water from the pitcher sitting on the table, "We were talking about Hogwarts, and all the various rules we broke. Here. Water." Hermione passed the glass of water to Ginny.

"Ooh gilly-water! Thanks!"

Hermione did not correct her.

"George was saying how he used to sneak out to the Quidditch field to hook up with this Ravenclaw girl," Ron said.

"I mean, who hasn't," Ginny said.

"What do you mean who hasn't?" Ron asked.

"Wait, does that mean you haven't?" Ginny asked back. "I just assumed everyone did. Especially Quidditch players. Harry and I did it several times." Ginny took a swig of her water. "Ew. I thought you said this was gilly-water."

Ron turned his full body to Ginny, "What do you mean you snuck out?"

"We snuck out to hook up, I thought what I said was pretty clear," Ginny replied.

"Gin," Harry interrupted.

Ginny ignored Harry's interruption.

"So if you didn't sneak out to the Quidditch fields where did you go? The Room of Requirement was also a staple. Actually, fun fact, it is where I took Harry's virginity," Ginny swirled her glass of water, and took another sip. "Still not gilly-water."

Hermione grabbed onto Ginny's wrist, "Ginny, maybe you should stop-"

"Okay, to be fair, he also took my virginity, but it isn't as fun to say that."

Ron glared at Harry while George threw his head back and laughed.

"Okay Ginny, maybe it's time to go home," Harry said, but not loud enough.

"If it's not the Room of Requirement, during lunch, we would have picnics by the Lake. And lunch was not the only thing Harry was eating, if you're catching my drift." Ginny winked at Hermione.

"Okay on that note, I will be taking our champion home!" Harry said, finally successfully interrupting Ginny. "We will see everyone later!"

Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and her water and pulled her out the door.

"Aw, Harry, I was still having fun," Ginny pouted.

Harry pulled her to the side at the apparition point. "I will eat you out at home, I promise."

[saphiraarts]

Danny crawled out of the destroyed suit and was panting drained as he looked up to Pariah. The rings of light appeared and disappeared around him. He was forcing himself to stay in his ghost form but failing as regions of his body turned human. He was going in and out of consciousness.

"You have lost boy. Time to bring you to death's embrace," Pariah said as he raised his scythe.

Danny didn't want to die. Vlad’s voice rang out, but Danny didn't register as Pariah Dark swung. Ice shot all around him. It erupted around him into not only a barrier but spikes shooting outward. The ghostly scythe was encased in ice and the ice spikes impaled Pariah in multiple places through his armor. His eye widened as these wounds were lethal. The poison Plague Bearer afflicted him with sapping him of ecto energy at the beginning of the fight had finally shown its benefit. Pariah Dark went limp.

"That... was a surprise...." Pariah Dark said as his crown lost its flames tumbling to the ground. "To think a soul whose half dead and alive would come to take my power.."

"A fitting end to the King of Death no?" Plague bearer's remarked as he stumbled over too weak to fly.

The army was crumbling, returning to nothing as if never there to begin with, and the allies Danny recruited slowly came inside, entering the keep. To see what had happened and if Danny had won. The sight that greeted them was unexpected. They expected him to be back in the sarcophagus of forever sleep. Shock crashed into the ghosts like a wave.

"So true.. h-how long were you planning... this?" Pariah Dark was becoming weaker and weaker. His body was seemingly fading, drifting into the ice and into Danny.

"What's going on?!" Vlad called as he rushed over and began to melt the ice near Danny.

"The Rite of Conquest. The four of us were special ghosts. Very special indeed. Our powers are able to be inherited. Whoever is able to defeat us in combat inherits our powers and burden. Once each of us looked after the Ghost Zone. Pariah Dark acted as the keeper of the denizens. Fright Knight maintained the peace, ceasing war and conflict. I maintained their health. And lastly the Soul Devourer dealt with the Ghost Zone itself. Together we were to maintain peace but it went wrong..." His voice became full of regret.

"How.. long... plague...?" Pariah Dark asked. He struggled to speak his voice losing strength.

"I have lost track of the centuries," Plague Bearer said.

Pariah Dark gave a chuckle, "My... reign... is over." He fully vanished, drifting into the ice and into Danny Phantom.

Vlad melted the ice finally and held Danny who was unconscious and back in his human form. Vlad raised his body heat to warm him as the crown glowed and drifted over to Danny's head. It became encased in blue green flames and Danny rose up. The ring of power drifted upwards floating onto his finger, and he became wrapped in flames. In a blinding flash Danny appeared far different. A white cloak with black fur and thorns was draped over black and white armor. Armor that seemed shattered in places showing ice and spikes. He floated back down. Vlad shielded his eyes and he held Danny who groaned as he opened his eyes.

“The whelp is now the Ghost King?!” Skulker called.

“Plot twist,” Ember said.

“I say we deal with this new king before he breaks any rules,” Warden added.

“No. That would be unwise. We are all injured and cannot fight since we cannot regenerate our wounds. Let’s see what the halfa does,” Sidney said firmly.

“Ugh what happened,” Danny asked.

“We won,” Vlad said, giving Danny a smile but it was laced with shock and hints of fear.

Danny sat up and when he heard the clinking of metal he froze and looked down. “What happened to me?!” He called alarmed.

“The Rite of Conquest. You are now the Ghost King,” Fright Knight said kneeling to his new master.

~~~~~~~~

Since my fanfic as it stands won't be finished i thought i would share what i had written. I might just redo this fic which is likely. I shared the scene pariah would have been fully defeated and danny the ghost king

[underwaterbanshee]

As brutal as the breaking of the Crown Keepers was last night, I am kinda here for it.

I'm here for those friendships that seem so ride or die until they just...aren't. That best friend you had that you held onto so tightly until the two of you went in different directions. That circle of friends that love each other but not enough to stay when things get weird or rough or not even when things get hard just you have different plans and lives to live.

So often the DnD story that gets told is the adventuring party = the chosen, found, perfect, ride or die, family. There is nothing wrong with that and it is a powerful story for those of us who need the story of our chosen family fighting to the death to save our precious hearts and souls because in the real world we need that fantasy.

But what happened last night was a smaller, more accurate story, that we're more familiar with. Less of a fantasy and more raw and real.

Love for your friends and your friendships can just fall apart. It doesn't make you a bad friend or a bad person. It doesn't mean your love was less or wrong. It just means that that this was just a stop along the journey to who you might become some day.

Letting go of that which cannot serve you might be good for the future but fucking suck in the present. How many of us have let go of friends, situations, just stuff, and it was painful now but (hopefully) the right choice later?

The story is never over and I'm here for it every time.

[sunnylolli]

How many au's do you got? and what's their names

Oh sweet mother, that's like counting grains of sand at the beach at this point-

I'll handpick from what I've posted and then add two or three more:

1. "Can I stay for a year or two?"/CISFAYOT- Alfred's Mentally Ill and goes to stay with Arthur to unwind so he can get back to work ASAP. Just to be jumpsacared by Arthur having gotten therapy and who is now enforcing obligatory therapy on Alfred which absolutely works. He has a stern dad-to-president talking to with Alfred's boss after christmas and has him put on paid sick leave so he can start actually getting better.

2. Lighthouse au - Arthur's a lighthouse keeper, Francis is a myserious specter of the sea that lures him in

3. Time Travel au - Alfred forgets to mind his business when out for a walk in the English Woodlands and ends up stepping through a fairy-circle-esque circle of branches and trees and is teleported back to early middle age England to meet England when he was 200 years old.

4. Domestic FACE au/Domestic au: A modern day, human au centered around the FACE-family, but where I've branched into including the nordics for self-indulgence. There's not really any plot, it's just a slice-of-life/Buying groceries kind of au :,)

5. Pirate au: (They are countries in this) Arthur's a pirate on the run from the English Crown, Alfred's a wee lad that hides in a crate of oranges and sneaks onto Arthur's ship. Arthur recognizes that he's a nation, thus let's him stay at the price of menial labor. It's an au where Arthur weren't there to discover Alfred in the 17th century and were held prisoner i England until he broke free and went to sea. Meanwhile Alfred's been growing up with his people around the east-coast but wants to explore and do more things, feeling like he's meant for more, so he finds a ship and sneaks on.

Gonna make a read more so this doesn't go rogue on the dash:

Here are the ones I haven't posted about because there's not really any art of it:

5. Medieval comedy sketch: In which we follow Arthur (Nation) through his very eventful life in the 15th century as a personal guard to an excessively annoying prince. The prince eventually grows on him and Arthur's ready to lay down his life several times for him, but turns out so is the prince. I started it initially as a full-on comedy sitcom (think Monty Python), but it became a comedy melodrama in the end.

I'm not mad about it though, one of the more lighthearted and fun au's to write - It's honestly my favorite one.

6. Big, little empire: This is prime example of biting off more than you can chew for me. This au is also medieval, but much much earlier- It's set in around year 1000, during the reign of King Cnut the Great and is about Arthur's and Asger's (Mathias, once he's properly christened) relations, personal and political. My plan for it was to explore Arthur as starting out watching empires and becoming one himself - Though with the constant nagging at the back of his head that he is not meant for greatness and the doubt is what consumes him in the end.

7. Race you to the end: Yet another prime example of too much plot for a skilled procrastinator who gets easily overwhelmed with details. This au is genuinely one of the saddest, most heartwrenching au's I have ever had, and I have MANY.

The au is nationverse and is about Gilbert and Ludwig maneuvering Gilbert's bucketlist once it becomes apparent that Gilbert is terminal. The title itself makes me want to cry, because it refers to the first scene where they're at the beach; Gilbert insists they race to see who reaches a group of seagulls first and ends up winning by tripping up Ludwig. I know it's a spoiler, but Gilbert does die at the end and Ludwig goes back to the beach from the beginning and chases a pack of gulls by himself.

8. Portrait of the modern nuclear family/Family unit: Tw for talk of drug and substance abuse for this one, lads.

This au is about FACE, but unlike my other FACE au's, it's dysfunctional. MAJORLY dysfunctional. Alfred is caught up with meth/cocaine and juggles a failing career on the side that leaves him to take up loans to fund his addiction. Matthew's caught up with weed and alcohol, though he's managing to seek help and make an attempt to get better, because he does not want to end up like Arthur and Francis. Francis is a bonnafide wine-alcoholic ("but it's wine, so it doesn't count!") and Arthur's "just" an alcoholic who has too much to say and too much work for his own good to maintain.

Together they make the perfect cocktail for family get together's like birthdays, holidays and whatnot, because all four of them together always ends up ruining the occasion. But they all want to pretend they're normal, so they keep doing it. Over and over again. (Nationverse)

9. Alfred gets lost in the Canadian winter wilderness au: Exactly as the title says, Alfred's on his way up to visit Matthew over the holidays just to get caught in a blizzard. He sees something in the middle of the road, swerves and crashes. It's just about Alfred wandering through the thick of it surviving and encountering ✨folklore creatures✨. It's a bit of a mystique, a bit of a horror au.

10. Haunted house au: Alfred forces Arthur to come along with him on several trips to American and European haunted or abandoned houses for the thrill of it. They end up in an actually haunted one in the US and things go south very fast. A very cliché horror, but one that I also enjoy writing immensely.

I am ending it here, but know that I do have more 🪩💃

[darushi-chan]

HOTD Modern AU where everyones dragons are some kind of reptile or amphibian.  Sooo, I finally gathered the courage to add my own stuff to the HOTD fandom, lol. I love reptiles, specifically Komodo dragons, I’ve made like 3 different college projects with them and it was impossible for me to not see Vhagar as one, I’ve seen other really good takes with old grandma V being a snapping turtle, an alligator and so on, and then I decided to imagine my own modern AU were all the Targaryan dragons in HOTD are some kind of reptile pet! -Because Targ shenanigans they do have a special bond with their reptile friend (Thats the only way you get a croc and a Komodo to dont eat you, lol). -The dragon keepers are a special reptile breeder company, the Targs are like one of their most important clients . -To add more lore and stuff I like the idea of them living in a made up european country called Valyria, like Genovia from the princess diaries, or at least just a modern westeros and Valyria being their something something big company where they work. -If they live in Valyria they do have the monarchy problems, but without the murder plis, Aegon ll its like fuck you all and runs away to Italy or France and starts a wine company called “The usurper” xD.  -Because I like Jacegon, Jace goes along with him so he doesn’t die from bad decisions and because I think he’ll be more reliable with the new company stuff hahahahaha, Aegon just tests the wine ok 😂?  -Lucerys its also like, the crown? No thanks, and goes to college to study literature, also in the some college as Aemond, who’s in a History major, they’re roommates 👀. -Joffrey its even less interested in the crown and decides to help his grampa Corlys with Driftmark. -I’m mexican, I dont know how Dukedoms and all that fancy european stuff works, Driftmark can be one of those or something, I’ll do some research after the reptile drawings ok xD? -That way the crown can go to little Aegon the younger without anybody dying yay. -Rhaenyra its not that ok with this, but she loves her kids, and hopes little Egg doesn’t run away too.... Im just starting with my favorite incest deranged couple, Lucemond 😚. I think its obvious this is not completed at all 😅, but I was really exited about it and wanted to talk about it after being working on it all day 😄.

More stuff about the not dragons! -They can’t live the hundreds of years of the dragons, so lets make them live as long as their owner lives, an average 80-90 years, for this HC sake hahahaha, specially because turtles, komodos and crocs are able to live long lives too! So lets make all the other special Targ reptiles/amphibians live longer too 😝. -This makes Grandma V, Vhagar ll, because Vhagar l was Visenya’s, when Laena dies in some kind of accident Aemond claims Vhagar ll so she doesn’t die, specially because she wasn’t that old then, wiki says Laena dies at 27, I havent thought that much about what happens in the Driftmart incident, but something happens 👀! -Then the Viserys l Balerion it’s Balerion ll too! Vissy T gets to keep his croc and makes him an awesome enclosure, lol. Alicent never goes there 😂, but Viserys likes to see when the servants feed him or to just chat with his friend, he has this really nice enclosure like in the zoos where you can go like underground and see them swim.

-Helaena’s kids can have little geckos or something cute like that, I need to think about it 🤔.

-Im not very sure about Caraxes being a red Tegu, they’re awesome, but I don’t know if I should make him be something else, any thoughs anyone 🤔? If you have any other ideas that are different from the ones I have so far let me know 😉!! The only ones that Im very sure about are Vhagar and Arrax, I’m really in love with the idea, and I also like them all being something different, except for Silverwing and Vermithor uwu.

[inconmess]

So... definitely spoilers under this cut cuz holy shit the episode went all ways fucked today! But...

First things first, loved the ruthlessness of the Spider Queen and the gods kinda opening a channel of communication as to why they are insisting so much about champions and the urgency (especially the Matron and SQ)

That was a whole lot of physical, mental and emotional damage thrown all the fuck around so I go character by character

Morrighan, known the Crown Keepers for the shortest time and yet, the way she goes to preserve Opal's memories and her hesitation to leave but still knowing that she needs to go and giving Opal a promise to save her memories

Fy'ra accepting the Wildmother's call, jumping in on the Spider meeting because she cannot lose another sister, no matter what and just also watches as Dorian, Dariax and Morrighan leave, probably not knowing what motivated them to.

Cyrus was just in the sidelines. He didn't have to die 😭😭😭😭

Opal. Poor Opal. She didn't really know what was really at stake and now she has a corrupted memory or two, lost her Original name, her childhood and TED! And important info about her mother too, all due to the lack of communication between the SQ and her regarding the stakes.

And my god, Dorian and Dariax! I don't even know who to start with because they both took damage in a different yet equal level here?

I mean, I guess I will start with Dorian cuz... well, he lost his fucking brother and the way he couldn't even approach him one last time due to Opal's suggestion to find Orym? Not even allowed to process what happened, grieve and one of the last fucking things he did was not to talk to Cyrus but hit him in an attempt to save him and hear his screams and howls of pain? Wondering how much you ever knew your brother and now the responsibility that was upon his shoulders fall onto you? The Spider Queen taunting at your helplessness and just the cold ass way of just turning her own against her in some sort of a revenge? (a badass move by the way, "Kill your Mother") Going on a revenge spree. being lost and without purpose only to reunite with Bells Hells, another group of fucked up people after you leave Dariax. WHO SPECIFICALLY WAS FOLLOWING YOU??? BECAUSE HE WAS ALSO LOST ON HIS OWN??

And Dariax man. He was just asked by Opal to find Orym and so he goes, not understanding why they weren't going with him, not really understanding what happened to Cyrus initially and later on it just... hits him when the compulsion wears off and the betrayal he doesn't focus on because he follows Dorian and is worried about Dorian only for Dorian to leave him with his fucking lute in a, technically, unknown area? Now that's like two betrayals to process unless Dorian makes a fucking attempt to meet back up with Dariax again real soon cuz I swear to god you are just putting the sweetest person who just wants to support everyone down the deep end real quick cuz his sole purpose was to support Opal and she doesn't want him and now he follows Dorian and he also leaves him and I DON'T WANT THIS MUCH EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE ON DARIAX! I LOVED THE HIMBO THAT HE IS! OBSERVER LEAD HIM BACK TO DORIAN AND MAKE HIM WHACK HIM OVER HIS HEAD WITH THE LUTE! KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO THE GENASI FOR ME! I want Dariax to meet Orym and the Hells and the meeting should be in the most unbelievable way and- (starts an idea for a fic)

(I mean, narratively I get it, Matt can't DM and play a PC character but really, leaving him cold shouldered like that? Come on man! I understand the motivation characterwise too but really??)

And don't get me started with the reunion. I am glad Dorian asked Keyleth for some support, man I really do. But the way the reunion was going on, I think they are really skipping over some of the serious stuff in an attempt to catch up (which, realistically is going to be a mess because it is a lot to catch up tbh) but the way some of the stuff which could've been talked a little bit more about but bottled up is like... a lot. And I want those conversations so bad. I want Dorian to sit down and tell Orym and Fearne about what exactly went down. I want the Hells to properly talk about Thull. I want them to lay everything out in the open. The Deals. The risks.

I said it once and I say it again. I want the fucking Bells Hells to play a game of What the Fuck is Up with That under a Zone of Truth and talk about every single fucking thing for a really long time and I need proper conversations. I really do. And I want them to stop avoiding stuff.

And my man Dorian. Get Dariax back. You can't give me a joking "bonus action, Double Ds kiss" and immediately abandon him in Zephrah. You cannot do it to my poor heart. Not after all the elder sibling feels I am going through. I am sorry but you cannot.

I am going to miss the Crown Keepers a lot man. I am going to miss them a lot. They were my intro to CR and it is so fucking emotional to see them disband like this in a heartbreaking manner.

Thank you @quidde for this lovely story you gave us with all the silliness and all the heartbreak 🥺🥺🥺

I think I am going to catch some sleep rn even tho it is the afternoon. After a conversation with my teacher which I totally forgot about shit.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Miss Fairytale Keeper, Come Have Fun With Us: Nica Schwartz EPILOGUE

Translations will not include screenshots or CGs as mentioned here. Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. Thank you, for you support! ☾.

Nica: She truly is a cute robin.

I heard a muttered voice and turned around, but he just smiled and waved.

Kate: Did you say something?

Nica: Nothing at all. Anyway, if you don’t go home, then will you keep doing naughty things with me?

Kate: I won’t!

When I turned away from him, Nica began to walk ahead, chuckling.

(I’m so tired today…..)

(It’s all because of Nica’s teasing me)

As I watched his nonchalant back, I felt a little irritated, but I didn’t feel any regret about taking his hand.

[Transitions to the Palace.]

One day, a few days after the mission —

(I’m glad the issue was exposed because there was evidence of illegal gambling.)

It was thought that the evidence had been lost in the fire, but a ledger left at the scene revealed illegal gambling, and was delivered to Her Majesty the Queen.

(This is just the tip of the iceberg.)

I recalled Nica’s words and came to a halt.

(Still, I think we need to solve the problems in front of us one at a time.)

With a changed mindset, I started walking,

(Maybe I should talk to Nica about it?)

I turned on my heel to search the entire palace to lay out the facts.

Nica: I found a cute robin looking for me.

At that moment, Nica appeared before me and I jumped in surprise.

Kate: How did you know I was looking for you?

Nica: Heh, so you really were looking for me.

(I’ve been taken along for a ride…..)

Nica: Is there something you wanted to say to me?

Nica: How about some tea?

When I accepted the invitation with a nod, he escorted me to the drawing room, where I sat down on the sofa.

Nica: So, you wanted to have a chat about the casino the other day?

Kate: How’s that….

Nica: I’m a staff officer, right?

Nica: Information gathering is a skill.

He takes a sip of his tea and begins cutting the deck of playing cards he has in hand.

Nica: The core of the aristocrats were arrested, but the children of the upper class were released on bail.

Nica: Well, they’re nothing more than debauched sons and daughters.

Kate: …..People who’ve lost everything because of gambling.

Nica: At best they’ll go to a rescue institution, otherwise won’t they die in ditch somewhere? [1]

Nica: I don’t care what happens to the gambling addicts.

I frowned at his skillful shuffling.

Kate: They certainly brought it upon themselves.

Kate: But I don't believe that all of the people who attacked me had ill intentions that were beyond the point of no return.

Whatever the reason, it was a crime to cause an explosion and attack so many people.

Kate: I don’t approve of methods that do not allow room for rehabilitation.

Nica’s eyes widened and he blinks repeatedly.

Then, there’s a loud laugh.

Nica: I’m jealous that a kind young lady is worried about them.

Nica: Would you like to gamble to find out how they feel?

Kate: Huh?

Nica: You might understand if you experience the thrill of not knowing if you’ll win or lose,

Nica: The exhilaration of winning and the despair of losing.

When I gazed at him who was dealing the cards alternately,

Nica: What will you bet? Money? Your body?

Kate: I won’t bet that!

Nica: The bigger the stakes, the more intense it is.

When he picks up the cards dealt,

Nica: If I win, show me around the city.

Nica: Of course, without telling Crown.

Nica discards a pair of matching cards, and I realize this is a game of Old Maid.

Nica: You might not be trusted as a fairytale keeper anymore.

Kate: What’s in it for me?

Nica: If you win, I’ll tell you all about us.

Kate: What?

He flashed a card,

Nica: What’s our aim, what we’re going to do, I’ll answer all your questions.

Nica: What will you do?

He smiled meaningfully and crossed his legs.

(Maybe I can learn about “their lies” that Harrison was talking about.)

Kate: I’ll do it.

Nica: Now you’re talking.

Taking a deep breath I faced it.

Nica: Ladies first.

As he said that, I reached and pulled out a card, but

(Ah,)

I drew the joker, and resisted the urge to make a facial expression.

Then Nica smiled widely.

(Maybe he knows what I drew…..?)

Nica: Why are you staring at me like that. Have you fallen in love with me?

This battle may have been decided who’d lose from the start.

Ftn [1] 野垂れ死に 'Notarejini' - Literally, to die in a field or die a dog’s death.

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[nikethestatue]

The Last Flight of the Shadowsinger

Elriel Month 2023 Peace and Quiet

Warnings: Death/death in childbirth

Sorry for this one everyone

“I am sorry, my lord.”

Sorry. How do you encompass a life well-lived, a life of happiness and heartache, joy and kindness, horror and bloodshed, hopes and exhaustion, love and…ahhh, so much love into a sorry? Love, love, love.

Azriel had loved Elain Archeron from the first moment that he saw her, a human woman. He didn’t know that he loved her, but he felt in that moment of seeing her there, in her cobalt dress and with her gorgeous hair, that his life would be irreversibly tied to hers.

He didn’t want it at first. Didn’t want the sheer hassle of love, and didn’t want this sweet, kind girl to be tied to him. She was shy, but brave, and unattainable, and he thanked the gods for that. She’d be married to her human man, and they’d live their short lives, with her getting older in mere decades. And then she’d die, and he’d be left with the memories of a beautiful woman, who looked like the sun.

It wasn’t to be though. Fate was both cruel and accommodating. It gave him what he wanted. What he desired most in his wretched lonely life. He was given Elain—his partner in life. A friend, whose laughter sounded like a bubbling brook. A lover, who matched him in his own passion and his madness. She had consumed him, both body, mind and soul and he never wished to come up for air.

The Healer sighed and whispered,

“The Lady…she was happy, my lord. She had passed on beyond the Veil. but she was a mother, just like she wished to be.”

Azriel had nothing to say to that, but he supposed that the Healer was correct.

Elain, his wife, always wished to be a mother.

It took seventy-seven years, but on her 100th birthday, she found out that she was expecting their first child. Children. In fact. Two.

She was a mother. For twenty minutes she held her babies, even if they were both dead.

Azriel wasn’t sure if she even realized that they were not living, because she was so delirious from pain and blood loss.

He knew it. At some point, he knew that everything was crumbling and that this would be the last day of their lives.

And that was alright with him.

As long as he was with her. As long as he was with her and their babies, it was alright with him. The world beyond the Veil did not frighten him, but life here, without her, did.

When she opened her eyes one last time, she took his hand and brought it to her lips.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

He smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

“Never let me go, Az,” she requested.

He shook his head.

“Never,” he promised. “As I promised, I will always walk with you.”

“You know, there was always only you.”

As you, my love. He didn’t get to say the words.

But he promised to always walk with his wife, until the end of time.

Calmly, he asked for the Keeper of Records and the Court Scribe to be sent to him. There were matters that needed attendance to. He was the Prince, after all.

He covered his wife’s body with a blanket, to preserve her dignity, with their children tucked at her side.

The Keeper and the Scribe averted their eyes upon entry, and when he announced,

“Record in the Annals of Prythian, that on this day, Princess Ellington and Prince Elessar were born and then passed beyond the Veil, alongside their mother, Crown Princess Elain.”

A sob and a gasp tore from both male’s throats, but they wrote diligently as their Prince commanded.

It was dusk by the time he was left alone with his family.

The four of them, together. He took his baby girl Elli and washed her. She was robust and perfect, lying peacefully in her eternal sleep. Wrapping her in her swaddling blanket, he then did the same with his son, who was big and strong. Azriel wondered that perhaps, they were simply too good for the world, and this land, and this cosmic dimension, and truly, they belonged somewhere else. Maybe Beyond the Veil was just another world, where they’d live full lives.

He didn’t know. He only knew that he didn’t want to be without his family.

The sun was setting beyond the windows, and he heard the commotion outside—the High Lord, the sisters, the general, the friends, all clamouring for a look, for a final goodbye.

But he felt that it’s been far too long already that he’s been apart from his Elain. Hours. And he promised her that he would always walk with her. He would always be her, and that she would be his. He was her husband, her Prince, her lover, and he was the father of her children. He should’ve been a better male and allowed the sisters a final goodbye, and a few final words from his brothers, but…he’s been apart from Elain for too long now and he didn’t want to wait any longer.

He opened the tall windows and the sun bathed the world in a bloody crimson light, spilling across the ocean and the mountains in red tears. Even the sun wept tonight.

Azriel lay his wingless children in their mother’s arms, wrapping them tightly around her, and then lifted her from the bed and into his embrace.

She felt so good next to him, just like always. She was where she belonged. Stepping onto the terrace, he breathed in the salty air, which was suddenly perfumed with jasmine and honey. He smiled and kissed her.

“Let’s go, flower,” he whispered and shot up into the skies, his massive wings beating strongly, for the last time. Flight was freedom and joy and peace and he was enjoying it. The last flight of the shadowsinger.

He didn’t give it much thought when he closed his wings forever. He was with his family and he was happy.

And then, there was peace and quiet.

[little-de-vil]

hello!! always nice to find people way too invested in d2 as well :D

do you have any thoughts on volunteering culture in district 2? (e.g. did it begin in d2 or did it just spread there? when do you think it began?)

Hi Backpacks, nice to finally meet ya! Funnily enough, I have very little interest in volunteering culture in 2. But if we’re looking at it from a historical standpoint, now you’ve got me! 

I don’t think it started in 2, it definitely feels like a country mandated rule—or rather addition, because we didn’t see it at all in TBOSBAS & the epilogue strongly implies Snow adding to the Games. 

I do believe that it is the most common response to a reaping in 2 because of that heavy Games propaganda. Do I believe that is it stronger with the Keepers than the Cutters? Absolutely! Does that mean that it’s only Keepers going in to vie for the crown of Victory? Not necessarily but it is, again, Common. 

To me, at least in 2, the Games are dependent upon Volunteers as a way of honor & valor as is culture within that district thanks to the propaganda. But it is also a chance of upper class mobility for the community. Which makes most of us think that Cutters volunteer for that very reason. I don’t entirely think that’s the case as I see volunteering as honor/valor for the Keepers whereas the Cutters are not as interested in becoming richer at the expense of their community & values. It’s easier to groom a warrior who’s been drinking propaganda posca & training for this their whole lives than a poor quarry kid who will no doubt have someone take their place who’s more willing to die or win for the prestige. I do think that the popularity of volunteering did not become widespread in the district until after Haymitch’s games. I break that down a bit in this video here.

I do also mention it briefly in another video (the one right after that lol) where I see that theme of upper class mobility extending itself towards the Cutters with becoming a Keeper. I think that if a Cutters family is thinking of becoming richer in any way, they will do it by joining the military. It sounds odd, I know, but I can’t picture a Cutter willingly volunteering for the Games because of the brutality it will bring, but it seems like an easier route for them to become someone of wealth(-ish) by becoming a part of their oppressors. Which is another topic in & of itself, but that’s for another day!

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 9 His POV

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

After solving the ongoing case at that archaic village, Kate and I boarded the train back to London.

From outside the window, twilight dyed the sky.

Beautiful scenery and a peaceful time. Yet what I remembered after the case settled was…

Roger: Pfft, haha. The look on that guy’s face when you slipped out of his arms was a masterpiece.

~~ Flashback ~~

Spirit God: If you don’t want this woman to be killed, forget everything you saw in this village!

That way, I can live as a god again.

The man who was revered as a god delivered that ridiculous announcement and wrapped an arm around Kate’s neck.

I think I was the only one smiling while everyone around turned pale at Kate’ predicament.

(...I could easily save you, but you don’t need it)

(Since you said you “wanted to be strong”)

(Come on, Kate—You can get yourself out of this despair)

Roger: …

Kate blinked and then smiled as if accepting my provocation— 

~~ End flashback ~~

Kate: Heh, hehe…

Wait, why am I laughing. I thought I was about to die.

Kate glared at me cutely, but I just smiled and propped myself up against the windowsill. 

Roger: Sorry, sorry. But the way you handled self-defense techniques honestly had me impressed. Not to mention you secretly studying medicine. So Kate, close your eyes.

Kate: …Don’t do anything weird, okay?

When Kate closed her eyes, I pulled “that” out of my pocket.

And then I put it around Kate’s neck.

Roger: You can open your eyes now.

Kate: This is…

Decorating Kate’s neck was a choker so delicate and lovely that I couldn’t help but smile. 

Roger: A collar of course. You’ve now been promoted from dogsbody to pet. Congrats.

Kate: Thank you! This is a cute collar…Hm, collar? Wait, didn’t I tell you to stop treating me like a dog?

(...You’re so cute. Even when you’re glaring or pouting, it’s all cute)

—Lately, I’ve been finding a lot of things more enjoyable.

It’s been pretty obvious since I started spending time with Kate.

By following the “robin growth map”, I’ll guide Kate to becoming a strong woman.

In return, Kate will teach me about romantic feelings and prove to me that love exists.

Our relationship started off as an exchange, but Kate’s existence seemed to take root in my everyday life.

(Kate, I have fun being with you)

(It’s like I’ve gone back to being a clueless kid again…But)

I know that this isn’t what Kate would call “romantic feelings”.

(I wonder if I’ll come to understand it if I continue spending time with Kate. Romantic feelings aren’t something that can be scientifically proven)

As I thought about this, Kate suddenly spoke up.

Kate: Roger, um…Can I get one more reward?

Roger: Oh, that’s rare coming from someone who tends to be reserved. Go ahead and say it.

Kate: The more time we spend together, the more I wonder why you chose to be with Crown. And then I start to wonder what you’re even researching at this point. That’s why, I want to know the reason why…

(...Ah, I see)

People drew boundaries.

The moment you crossed that boundary, your relationship changed.

(So the lil’ lady’s ready to get closer to me)

Roger: Are you asking as my exclusive Fairytale Keeper, or for your own personal interest?

It was like I asked “are you sure” as a final warning. Kate looked me straight in the eyes.

Kate: …Probably both. Still, I don’t want to overstep any boundaries, like a past you don’t want to talk about. If you don’t want to, then we can forget…

With her intentions clear—Kate crossed that boundary.

Roger: Pfft, haha. You really are a sincere one. Sure, I got nothing to hide. Summarizing it would be a pain, so hope you don’t mind a long story.

Kate: I don’t mind. Please tell me about you, Roger.

There was a look of lust or curiosity in her challenging gaze…And it caused some unfamiliar emotion to stir inside me.

It felt like what Kate would calle “love”.

Roger: In that case, let me tell you a story for our ride back to London.

—Unlike the train that’s moving us forward, I uncovered memories that took us back into the past.

Next

[vaultedvagabond]

This is literally only for me but I am going back to 2014-2018 and relistening to the Panic! albums (and hearing Pray for the Wicked and Viva Las Vengeance for the first time). I was super into them and then had a recoil from them as my tastes matured but now I am relistening to get opinions on them not fueled by cringe or nostalgia. Reviews below the cut

1: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

It's Fever. It's literally Fever. Do I even need to review this. It's the best album of course it is. The lyrics and melodies are so fucking good. Despite literally every other emotion I have about him Brendon can fucking sing. Every song here fucks so severely and even my 2018 cringe rejection of my music taste can't change that

Rating: 100/10

2: Pretty. Odd.

This album is a bit too in love with the Beatles for my tastes. I will still vouch for Northern Downpour to my grave though. I recently watched a video essay that inspired this project that pointed out Ryan Ross references works by Arthur Rimbaud 5 times. These works are themselves a metaphor for Rimbaud's experiences being taken from an abusive situation by an artist he idolizes who takes advantage of him, gets him addicted to drugs, and eventually driving Rimbaud to quit writing forever at 21. The comparisons to Ryan Ross and Pete Wentz are obvious and it gave this album more depth. The last album before the process of stripping this band for parts to serve Urie's Ego having the line "You don't have to worry we're still the same band" hurts. I can speak so much on this album but the seeds of the split are clearly though so it feels bittersweet.

Rating: 7/10

3: Vices & Virtues

This album sounds a lot more like Fever, and a lot more like what I think of Panic! as sounding like. This album clearly represents the sound that Urie's half of Panic! wanted to make (with Pretty. Odd as Ross's half). The lyrics are /noticeably/ worse without Ross, they are very blunt and lack the cleverness in early Panic! I still really like the songs though, Mona Lisa and Calendar fuck so hard.

Rating: 8/10

4: Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die

OK here is where I can feel this band becoming dollar tree Imagine Dragons, but at least with this album it can technically still be called a band. I do enjoy some songs, This is Gospel was a hit for a reason, and I still enjoy Far Too Young to Die. I am listening on youtube to not completely ruin my Spotify forever, and watching the music video for Girls/Girls/Boys made me so angry its just so smug and self serving. The writing in this album is honestly just bad. It is still blunt but now is lacking in lyricism and flow. This is the point where Panic becomes pop. I would not be upset if this album played in the background somewhere but I would never seek it out.

Rating 4/10

5: Death of a Bachelor

OK I actually didn't hate this one. This feels like a natural progression of Brendon's music. If it was released as a solo project and had less ego I would really enjoy this. The writing is better than the last 2 albums, and I didn't expect that. It's not Ryan Ross levels but it isn't awful. I like this album. The one issue is so bad I am deducting a full 2 points from the rating for it, because it is an indicator for whats to come. The Emperor's New Clothes, with it's chorus "I'm taking back the crown/ I'm all dressed up and naked/ See what's mine and take it/ Finders keepers losers weepers", is a direct sequel to This is Gospel, a song about how Spencer Smith's struggle with addiction led to him leaving the band. I do not need to go into how disgusting that is, and it shows how he treats the band and the music. With this lens the entire album is a celebration of Panic! being "his" now. I have not listened to the next to albums but I know there is more of that to come.

Rating 5/10

6: Pray for the Wicked

If Death of a Bachelor was a fairly solid album soiled by Brendon Urie's ego this album is much much worse while also feeling like watching Brendon Urie jerk off over what a cool lifestyle he lives. A few songs had catchy parts universally ruined by the choruses. Every song feels polished and soulless to the point of a MCU film. Engineered to be popular and make money with absolutely no substance. The writing is bad but honestly if it was good it would still be ruin by Urie's ego. I am not looking forward to the next one.

Rating: 0/10

7: Viva Las Vengeance

This rating is bafflingly bad. Brendon might be a bad songwriter but he is a good singer. I don't know why he sings so bad. Leaving aside the vocals, the songs are either his attempts to replicate other popular songs with no understanding of what makes them great or self pitying songs to make us sympathize for him. Hearing a genuinely patriot rip off of Born in the USA, a wish.com version of Bohemian Rhapsody, and then a song in response to the fact he got caught saying the N word and being sexually inappropriate with fans is an insane experience. Local God is insane. I think Ryan Ross deserves to kill him. His efforts to paint himself as almost famous or not really making any money fall flat after he spent an entire album singing about how rich and famous he is. The entire experience is like seeing someone crytype on tumblr in between doing bad Queen karaoke. No one should ever listen to this album.

Rating: -1000/10

Conclusion

This was an insane journey. I am glad I did it, as it helped me separate my feelings of Panic! being a thing I liked when I was younger and more immature from my genuine enjoyment of some of their music. While the end of this project bummed me out so bad I had to relisten to Fever while I write this, I feel confident in the way their music affected me and the joy I found in it. I really wish that Panic! died after Pretty. Odd. and everything else was a spiraling train wreck of Brendon's solo career, but I am glad that songs like Golden Days and Mona Lisa got made. I am glad Brendon isn't making any more music and I hope Ryan Ross and every other member discarded by Brendon are having a nice life