#colette speaks !

[nyf-archive]

@a-crookedtouch asked | ‘ i won’t ever forgive them, but i still want them to beg for it. ’

"Oh, they will. I'll be there to make sure of it." Colette smirked a little bit as she looks to the map, her mapping tools laid about all around her as she planned their journey forwards. "So...we kill him and then what? Do you go back and become a Magistrate again? Do you take up his estate and run it as your own?" The blonde half-elf snickered at the thought, her quill now marking all the areas they had explored already.

The Goblin Camp, the Grove, and even that Hag's hut. She marked it with a big red X and a frowny face before she brushes the feather in her opposite hand, wondering what path they should take next. "I think it would be funny if Szaar Estate was suddenly renamed and people left wondering." Another wicked grin, crimson orbs flickering across the mp with confidence. Dusting it with a bit of drying powder, the amnesiac would stand, her head tilting up to him as she pictures him sitting in a proper desk.

"I can see it. You deserve to be in a position of power like that after all these years." The map rolls quickly in her hand before it's tied and stowed in her backpack. "But first, we should try to figure out how to get to through the Cursed Lands like Halsin told us. And deal with this...Absolute bullshit." Pun intended. Stretching up with a bit of a hum, Colette would look to the rest of their tents in camp, hands rubbing together as she comes up with a plan.

"Underdark or Mountain Path? Both seem quite risky. What the the Githyanki on one and possible murderous creatures below. All in all, sounds like we're going to do some damage." She welcomed his opinion; one of the only ones, really. Great minds think alike and all.

[harbingermotel]

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[lilacerull0]

My Brilliant Friend // 4x07

[asotin]

Tales of Symphonia: The Animation (2007) United World Arc Episode 1

"Even so, I like this world. That's why I thought, 'I want to protect it.' The sky. The air. The land. And you."

[lavendersartistry]

Not even 10 minutes plotting my lil group for the fandom and I already got a ship in the braincells

@onyxonline you did this lol

[artifeast]

Cursed Dungeon Meshi AU, with a vague attempt at the manga's style. They are 17 inches shorter than their canon heights. Maintained the height differences though!

Telesphore is an elf of course, Colette is a half-foot/tallman, and Eisen is a gnome. WAY too many miscellaneous thoughts about this AU under the cut. There miight be worldbuilding spoilers if you haven't read the DunMesh manga and bonus material

Telesphore is an elf because, obviously

Eisen's a gnome because that gave me a decent height difference with Telesphore while still giving him strong magic capabilities. He might have a bit of dwarf in him, though

Colette's mother was a half-foot, and her father is a tall-man with a half-foot grandparent. Colette is still taller than the average considering her heritage (I did MATH about this. and jsyk the numbers worked beautifully). I wanted her to not be particularly innately magical, and also this would give her an appropriate height in comparison to Telesphore and Eisen. Like, the AU is already gonna be cursed with how Telsie has to get shrunken, but it'd be even worse if Colette was a tallman and 8 inches taller than him LMAO

Colette still has the Kingmaker in this AU, though I forgot to draw it. In this, it's an ancient elven magical artifact.

Colette's still 25, while Telesphore and Eisen are the same age (190). I made an age comparison chart for the Dungeon Meshi races a while back, taking into account both age of maturity and life expectancy, and according to it, 190 makes Telesphore the equivalent of about 29 and Eisen the equivalent of about 47.5, which is close enough. This AU loses the dynamic of Telesphore being alive for hundreds of years longer than Eisen, and in fact makes Eisen the older one of the two (aging-wise) from the very start, but eh, I think it still works. There's still lifespan angst since Eisen only has 50 years before he hits the average life expectancy for gnomes, while Telesphore has another 210 years. Also I think them remaining the same age, as opposed to canon, but still aging differently is kinda fun.

The Kingdom of Valor is somewhere in the middle of the Eastern Continent, landlocked like in canon. The population is primarily half-foots, but there are also a good deal of gnomes and dwarves, as expected from the region. More interestingly, there is a community of elves.

Within Valor is the Seltsamwald, a bizarre and massive surface-level dungeon in the form of a dangerous forest that stretches for miles, held in check by incredibly powerful ancient magic forming a barrier around it. The elves are investigating it and maintaining it. There is no immortality spell in the Seltsamwald. The lord of the dungeon has not been found, but doesn't appear to be particularly active; in fact, despite being clearly contained and rather active in terms of monsters, it retains many properties of a natural dungeon. Some have theorized that it actually is a natural dungeon that's spread too far, perhaps cultivated by a mage in ages past, that was then sealed closed when it grew too powerful. However, it's not sealed entirely shut, and is kept alive mostly by the elves investigating it. There is very limited non-elf foot traffic, with it mostly being criminals that sneak into its maze-like forest. The Seltsamwald has been kept stable like this for hundreds of years. More recently, a group of elves have formed a small town within the dungeon as a sort of research post, named Sorbus.

Also within Valor are at least two magic schools, located there due to the plentiful mana from the Seltsamwald. One is for gnomish magic, and one is for elven magic.

The Desrosiers were half-foots. Ariadne is a tallman that's managed to prolong her life using ancient magic. (Though even still, in this AU she probably murdered Eisen's parents when he was the equivalent of like... 37, rather than 18)

I've spent a LOT of time thinking about it and I've decided not to try to translate the revolution and the closed Kehrseite portal situation into this AU. It's much easier to say Telesphore not being able to go home is just… a personal issue, because he's a wanted criminal on the Northern Central Continent, LOL. And the revolution's just a huge mess... I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I excluded the Good Neighbors/elves from the proceedings, though. These fantasy medieval ages are allowed a little populist revolution

[no1tolerateitfan]

!!!!! i cannot believe that the world has come to terrorist threats being made at innocent concerts

just today the eras tour dates in vienna were cancelled due to terrorist threats being made. im so glad they were able to notify people in time and stop the shows. but thats insane. people cant even go to a concert without being scared. it's supposed to be a fun, memorable night, but now those dreams have been ruined. glad everyone is safe and nothing bad happened, but i just feel so so bad for taylor and especially everyone who had tickets looking forward to this

[nyf-archive]

"You're stronger than you think, Jesse. You've helped us fight all sorts of creatures to get to this point. You've talked your way out of dangerous situations. I believe that you have the capability to get yourself out of whatever situation you're in now. I'm sure with the resources and allies we have now, we could help you wiggle your way out of the organization that you were pulled into. Hells, I'd even be willing to cough up a good amount of gold to help do that. Or do a little bit of intimidation or illegal things." The woman really was trying to think of all other solutions that didn't include making a deal with a devil.

It left a terrible taste in her mouth to even think about it. Whatever it was Raphael wanted, she knew it would cost something. And it wouldn't just end there. He'd keep coming back, knowing that there was always something they would want or need for. But then he says something that causes her to visibly flinch. What?

The blonde stops in her tracks now at his words, her hands clenching and relaxing for a moment. She can hear Karlach hissing softly behind her and taking a few steps back, as if afraid to be caught in some kind of fight.

"Do you think I like having this 'power' that you speak of?" She would turn and look at him, brow furrowed in frustration. She doesn't move, just turns over her shoulder to look in his direction, noting the distance that he put between them. "Do you think that I enjoy looking at you, all of you, and seeing what my blood lust wants to do to you? To see your throats ripped open, chest cavities exposed, ripped in twain? Beheaded? Every time I look at you, I-" She can feel her chest is welling with emotions she can't quite describe, her eyes glossing with tears she will not allow to fall. So she takes a deep breath, trying to still her thoughts.

"All I was saying was that I believe you are strong enough to take your fate into your own hands and meld the future you want for you and your family...forgive me if I overstepped." Turning back, now, the rogue continued to walk. "My opinions on the devil will remain my own in the future. Should you wish to accept the devil as a patron, I will remain steadfast in my promise to help you return home."

"Yeah.. but he wants something from us. That isn't our souls. There's something even a devil can't do then, right? That he has to go out and find the right mortals to do the job. He wants us for something, so he wouldn't just let us rot and die right? We've got those tadpoles in our brains a loootttt longer than most. It's gotta be something about that right? About why he chose us?"

She did have a good point, but Jesse didn't quite grasp the issue Raphaels interest in them if he really was able to help, especially if it could be in more ways than one.

"Wyll seemed perfectly happy with his choices up until the whole thing with Karlach and he'd been at it for y e a r s." Jesse countered, though his tone didn't sound like he was being argumentative towards her at least. "Probably shoulda paid more attention to his contract.. technically Karlach.. does kind of fit the bill?" He said a bit reluctantly with an awkward shrug, though he definitely supported Karlach being you know.. alive and in the party.

Maybe Colette wasn't the one to be asking and chatting about Raphael with...

Though the thought quickly was pushed aside with an audible huff as he slowed his pace slightly, allowing for more space to be put between them, though he didn't stop walking. "I'm not. I've never been. If I were, I wouldn't have been working in a shitty situation for a shitty organization just to keep what little of my family I even have. And I wouldn't have been in the position that got me here." His arms loosely crossed over eachother, his eyes rolling as he'd looked around, as if he was trying to watch their surrounding(he wasn't) while they travelled. He'd sounded almost upset, offended at the accusation that it was simply that easy and he has no need to look for external solutions.

"Not everyone get's to be born with the resources to be capable and powerful. It's not that simple for everyone, and I got a feeling it's a lot easier to give up something you've always had that you don't want... Even without power you have the strength and long history of uh...fighting that proooooooobably doing a lot for you too, you know."

[nyf-archive]

@caelumangeli continued from x

The rogue looked to her companion as he doubled over, her brow quirked in curiosity. People like her? There was a bit of a laugh to that wording as she wipes the ichor from her blade off and into the dirt, counting the others to make sure everyone was caught up and safe from the surgery theater. Once the headcount was complete, she turned back to the azure haired male who was motioning in frustration, kicking the dirt, and making it known that he was very much so stressed out beyond belief.

"Well," Colette started softly as she moves over to him, "You are definitely allowed to be frustrated and feel all the ways you want to feel. No one is telling you not to." She pauses and pulls some strands of long-rotted guts that were stuck to the side of his armor. "People, like me, are just well used to this carnage and...chaos. The blighted lands are a bit out of my reach, but! We have the lute! That's one step closer, right?" The blonde grinned softly, head craned to the side as she stood up straight.

"I'm not saying to not have feelings about what's happened...but we survived. It's just a positivity thing. The world is a shit place, but if you can at least look for the light at the end of the tunnel, shit doesn't feel so bad."

[illumanarti]

this is gonna be either the best thing I've ever drawn or I'll give up on it once i start lineart lmaooo. hoping it's the first option let's goooo

(also heavily referenced an official gift shop artwork by alex cho don't kill meh)

[ladyelainehilfur]

yoooooo not to yuck anyone's yum but what on God's green earth is going on with the Thea Sisters franchise.

[nyf-archive]

A brow is raised as the other immediately sits down in the sand. There is an unimpressed look upon her features as she lets her head fall to the side, looking like a confused dog now. With a soft huff, the woman moves over and crouches down so she's on their level, looking at them with almost this dead-eyed look. It was hard to read her expression.

"No sitting about like a lump on a log...come on. We'll go together." Colette stands after that and turns on her heel and begins to walk away from the crash site. "Squidface in there is close to death. Stay away. Have to find others. Strength in numbers, and all that." She calls out. Words were getting easier? She still wasn't sure. Articulating her thoughts to flow, she supposed, would come in time. She just had to remember. But...she was in that pod for so long.

The rogue looked back every so often to make sure that they were following, slowing to a few stopping points as she tries to make it easier. "We find a healer. Or someone who can magic hand the worm from our skulls." She muses aloud as they walk.

She was hungry. Very much so. Every so often when she would see a barrel or a wayward pack, she pilfered through them. She found a few apples and some other fresh and questionable food. Tossing one back to her new partner, Colette stops, takes a bite, and looks them over again.

"Oh. I forgot to say back there....I'm Colette. Sorry. My head feels fuzzy...I can't remember much before I commandeered the ship."

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "Ugh... is *that* what that was? Great..." As if I didn't have enough flashing back to my life's mistakes without it, they thought to themself.

This woman was... weird, to put it mildly. She had the speech pattern of someone who hadn't socialised for a crucial development part of her younger years-- like she lived in the woods, or some other isolated environment; that was their wild guess, anyway. She could have just simply been tired, or naturally off-putting in social situations.

Yunae had seen a flash of a memory that could have belonged to the woman... but the feeling of being ripped apart and put back together again as someone loomed over them felt familiar enough for them to pass it off as thinking it was one of their own memories. Dunbarr had made sure of that-- that they'd always be haunted by the countless times they had laid on the operating table.

"Oh man... oh gods, oh man. Ah, you know what this means, right? We're *screwed*! We could turn into Illithid at any moment; gods, fucking hells... Ahh man...." The bard gripped at their hair, teetering on their foot as they began to curl up and sit down in the sand.

"Please tell me you know what to do; *please* tell me you've got some kind of healing experience!"

[libraryleopard]

no wayyyyy apparently the guy in the opening of velvet goldmine who's interviewed on the street about being bisexual is also the director of colette (2018)…everything is connected…

[alcinassugarbby]

Bianca from Mafia Mamma is queercoded and you CANNOT change my mind

[lavendersartistry]

I’m shaking the gay lil rats rn, I am so normal

[nyf-archive]

The way his tail lashed out made the woman more alert. This was fine. Everything was fine. No reason to get jumpy yet, Colette. The woman holds the key tighter in her hand now and leans against the bar that is beside her, holding her ground in case he was to move after her in any way. "Mm...that makes me feel so much better. Thank you for making me feel so at ease around you, sir." She is obviously being sarcastic back to her new 'friend.' Especially as they begin to talk about how they steered about the realms.

"Well, kudos to you on playing with tentacles. Sounds like quite the uh...hobby?" Sure. That was it. When he complimented her, though, her brow raises in curiosity. Could it be called a compliment? The rogue would take it. He wasn't outright calling her anything, so she'd take what was handed. "You know, I definitely do try. It was my job back when I was an Army Dog." Colette groused as she watched him lean into the doorway now, thoroughly cutting it off to her now. Fuuuuuuck.

There was no way she could even think to squeeze past him now. Her eyes flicker up to meet his gaze as she notices him glance away, her eyes narrowing. She wished she could know what was going on in that brain of his, but refused to even acknowledge the wriggler in her mind despite how much it trilled at her in anticipation. As The man claps this time, the lithe blonde stands straight now, seeing as though there is a beam on his face. Apex predator shifts to mischievous fox, and there is suspicion that rises in her throat. She parts her lips to speak, but then he begins to lead it towards a more...threatening manner.

Ah. This was how it was going to be, eh? An ultimatum. Her heart thrums in a moment of panic as she swallows the growing lump in her throat, listening intently. Well. With the options, the woman only raises a brow and hums softly. "Well, it sounds as though you've been busy trying to get your groupies in order." A bitter laugh leaves her lips as she pockets her key inside her tunic for safe keeping and looks up to him now, bringing her confidence to the forefront as she gathers her pack up.

"Getting revenge does sound pretty good. But, I think it'll be nice for you to know that I've already got an in at the camp. They have a bit of trust in me, thinking I'm one of their "True Souls" and that I've been recruiting people for them. So, if you want to go in the deceptive way, we can get in and out. But...then again, you don't seem like the type who beats around the bush." Colette sighs and ties her backpack at her bust to keep it secure and from jingling.

"Alright, Urge. I'll join you. I'm Colette."

Carnage connoisseur? Oh he liked that. Large tail giving an excited flick behind him. With her cheek she reminds him of someone but no face comes to mind only a piercing stab of sheer agony between his temples. Suppressing a wince with a hardened scowl. Thankfully it passes as quickly as it came as a migraine wouldn't suit the moment. Powering through the discomfort. "I wouldn't crush your head, I'd break a pretty lil thing like you first."

Smile back on his face at her own descriptive acts of violence. She may be mocking him but he's delighted. It's nice when someone is willing to meet him step for grisly step. "Those mind twats steer by tentacle. I got us out of Avernus and back to Faerun instead of some other damned realm and all in relatively one piece. I think I'm owed some credit actually. Worse then becoming their thralls or thrown into the styx."

She doesn't offer too much new information. He'd learned the gist of the tadpole from Lae'zel aboard the ship. Though the cult possessing such parasites was intriguing. He finally makes the connection that that must be what a 'true soul' is those two siblings on the road were talking about. He hadn't listened really as he was too focused on the parasite in the bearded corpse at their feet. How strange. Red dragons and harpies are at least things he can take into consideration and understand more easily, always good to know what threats prowl the area.

"You're a resourceful one ain'tcha?" The tiefling notes aloud with a click of his forked tongue. He leans against the doorway and glances away in thought. Not considering her much of a threat though being assured that she could do some damage. If anything he'd welcome an excuse to rip her apart despite his own better judgement, "I'm surprised you've survived this long on what seems to be your own."

Urge clasps his scarred hands together and positively beams. The more predatory part of his gaze softening to one of more genuine glee and playfulness. "You should come back with me to camp! Our odds are better together. I don't care how sneaky or effective you think you are, you're not takin on a goblin and drow army all by yourself kitten. It helps to have friends." Or at least reluctant allies. "Plus if we're headed in the same direction, I can't let you potentially fuck it up and ruin our plans. So I'll give ya two options."

"Join me so we can all work together towards a cure or at the very least get our revenge against the bastards that did this to us. Or make me your enemy and it won't be just me that you have to contend with. I've got at least a vampire, cleric of shar and a gith waitin for me. Even if you managed to escape or take me out, if we're on the same path they'd catch up to you eventually. What'da say?! Let's try this again shall we! I'm Urge, because I can't remember my actual fuckin name."