#das my boy with a heart as gold as his eyes

[yrwestillhere]

Every episode of stretch and fade is just a love confession

[pseudowho]

"Fushiguro, be honest--"

Yuuji stood in a freshly pressed suit, crisp and ironed and combed, and held his arms out for Megumi's appraisal.

"--would I make a good first impression in this?"

"No," Megumi intoned, without even looking up from his manga. Yuuji groaned, turning on the spot, his fingers tangling in his peachy hair as he whined, beseeching Megumi.

"Awww, c'mon Fushiguro...Nanami called me. Today's the day."

Megumi stopped reading, looking up with his eyebrows raised. A moment of genuine excitement ran through him as he leaned forwards from his pillows.

"Today? Are you serious? Are they sure?"

Yuuji fizzled, pacing and ruffling his own hair, alight with nervous anticipation.

"Yeah, they're positive-- it started in the night-- I can't stop looking at my phone--"

Megumi interrupted, flat and not to be argued with.

"I'll drive you to the hospital, when Nanami calls you."

Yuuji breathed out a shuddering puff of air, grinning, feet tapping.

"Yeah...okay, yeah. Thanks, Fushiguro."

Only Megumi's eyes softened, at the thrill running off Yuuji's skin. He looked at Yuuji, silently appraising.

While Yuuji had the body of a man, he had not the emotional maturity needed to truly fill the suit and weave it to his soul. A suit is so incongruous on one who is not yet a man. Still, Megumi continued, softer.

"You'll make a good first impression. Not that they'll remember it."

Yuuji's lip puckered up, watching the summer rain patter as he leaned on the windowsill.

"Yeah...but I will."

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"Yuuji." A low, tired rumble on the phone. Yuuji was breathless with anticipation, his heart thick in his chest.

"Da--...Nanamin, is...is it...?"'

"They're fine, they...she's here, it's over, it's...its finally over."

Yuuji felt tears prickle in his nose, having never heard Nanami Kento sound so broken and so complete.

Yuuji took one great sniffle, and nodded hard, grabbing a bouquet of flowers from his desk. Megumi stood, listening intently and grabbing his jacket and keys.

"I--I'll come, I'll be right there, Fushiguro...Fushiguro is driving--"

"Good. Great, I..." Kento's voice sounded thick, and Yuuji's stomach twisted, wishing he could reach through the phone and hold him. Nanami continued, his voice hoarse.

"...I'd be grateful for the company, Yuuji."

The drive took a thousand years. Megumi was smooth, flawless. He was closer to manhood than Yuuji was, but waited for him to catch up with an outstretched hand. When Yuuji jumped out at the hospital atrium with nary a goodbye, white-knuckled around his bouquet and smart suit, Megumi simply smiled, watching him go.

Claggy-tongued and numb footed, Yuuji made his way through the hospital, rendered dumb with nerves. Bowing, and bowing again as a midwife allowed him into the ward, Yuuji's heart squeezed again as he saw your room number on the wall; Ward Seven, Room Three.

He raised a hand, and in the half-second before knocking, Yuuji's life flashed before his eyes; every trial, every agony, every loss and every near loss, every tear and every smile and every embrace and battle and war and fear and pain and love that he had lost and love that he had won, hard fought, and he could only hope that it was enough that he could be enough to fill the suit because he sure as hell wasn't man enough to fill it yet--

Knock knock.

"Come in."

Yuuji swung open the door, his eyes wide, and stepped over the threshold into his formative memory of the moment he became a man. The sound of rain, the distant tiny cries, the smell of petrichor and new life. The edges of this new memory were rosy, flush with pink and gold.

You, sat in bed, tired and shiny-cheeked and exquisite, pressing one hand over your lips and about to cry for the boy you loved.

Kento, with his back to the door, his shirtsleeves rolled up, and his broad shoulders rendered gentle by the obsessive, adoring love that sunk into every fibre of his being. He held something precious in his arms.

When Kento turned, time stopped. A wee baby girl, just hours old, yawned a chubby-cheeked yawn against her father's chest. She scrunched and squeaked as she stretched against the blankets, and Yuuji uttered an involuntary 'oh'.

Yuuji dropped the flowers to the floor, stepping forwards, instinctually reaching out for such treasure.

Kento looped a hand out, pulling Yuuji in by the nape of the neck and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Yuuji...she's here. Your little-- if you want her-- little sister--"

Yuuji hiccuped. Gingerly, tenderly he accepted the warm, blanketed bundle pressed into his arms. He looked down, shaking and blinking away tears, placing one thick finger in a tiny hand. Nanami rubbed a hand down his jaw, another hand on his hip, and huffed a single wet laugh.

"Why...why the suit, Yuuji?"

"I just...I wanted to make a good first impression."

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Inspired by that old video of the guy wearing a suit to go and meet his new baby niece.

[officialdaydreamer00]

Is idia my fated Hades? Can flowers of happiness learn to bloom in the land of death? Does he wither from missing me as I? Does distance make the heart grow fonder?

<3

"The King of the Underworld and the Maiden of Springtime

Destined to cross paths, distance be its prime

Despairing indeed, but the Fates have yet to end

Their bond prevails, beyond death they shall meet again."

pairing: idia shroud x reader

content: fluff, (kind of) use of clichés, idia being socially awkward, just a sprinkle of angst, greek mythology

the oracle speaks — i'm really proud of the prophecy i made!! ^-^ love how my first request is about idia lmao, so early event entry!!

May the Fates be kind to this soul.

— a beat of silence.

that was all it took to wake you up-- since when had you dozed off?

blinking the sleep away, your thoughts got all jumbled up. what was that voice you heard in that short nap? and what did it mean by 'destined'?

quiet murmurs and whispers entered your ears, a blatant reminder of reality pulling you back to the land of living. right, you sighed, you were in a library. and in the presence of people.

your eyes swept through rows of bookshelves and immersive readers, before they stopped at a far corner of the library. there, you see a person, simply reading the time away. you couldn't see their face, as it was covered by the oversized hoodie they wore.

what you noticed, however, was the distinct glowing blue hair. like fire, you mused; pretty, and rather hard to miss.

the more you stared at the mysterious person, the stronger you felt a sense of familiarity. the warm feeling buried deep within your heart, resurfaced. a feeling you never knew you could experience until today.

have you met this person before? you couldn't have, right?

... a soft voice echoed, snapping you out of your stupor.

your eyes met gold hues, and that feeling came crashing down like tsunami waves.

he was tall, towering over you even, he had to hunch down to look at you. the hood was pulled down, revealing his ghostly pale face, and long fire-like blue hair cascading down his back. and his eyes, a molten gold so bright and eerie, yet so soft as he stared at you with an expression difficult to read. melancholic? wistful? you couldn't tell which.

again, his soft voice snapped you out of your thoughts. he was fidgeting with his hands as he quietly asked if you were okay, since you were spacing out. you blinked, oh right, you still had a job to do.

wordlessly, you checked through the books, fighting down a blush in embarrassment, all while sneaking little glances at him. in the few chances your eyes met, you looked away as if nothing happened, spare for the heat presented on your face. only after he left, did you let out a relieved sigh.

"what was that all about?" you murmured, your hand hovered over where your heart was. the strange feeling was real, you mused, but why did your heart feel so empty when he left?

you made it your mission to get to the bottom of this. perhaps you could find that boy again, if the fates were on your side.

his heart was hammering as he left the building. through the darkened glass panes, he could make out your figure standing there behind the desk. he found himself smiling at the sight of your thoughtful look. his soul longs for you, craving for you to be in his arms.

it seems like the fates have smiled at him once more, weaving his destiny to reunite with his beloved.

"I have found you at last. My Persephone."

🏷️ @identity-theft-101 @twistwonderlanddevotee @krenenbaker @dove-da-birb @siren-serenity @cave-of-jade @xen-blank @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @lyle-my-beloved

remember to reblog if you like my works ^-^

[the-faceless-bride]

🌊ᒪEᑕᕼE Oᖴ ᔕIᖇEᑎᔕ🪷

The boys woke up to an odd night. The smell of blood is all they could focus on. At first, it made them drool. But they all got suspicious once they remembered they were the only ones where.

They all dropped down and after confirming it was none of them they all ran to the curtains that covered Star and Laddie. And after frantically waking them up and fussing over Laddie. They noticed something.

A black bag sat against the wall.

It was full of stakes, bottles of holy water, blessed daggers, and of course... Garlic.

Typical.

But then that begs the question. If the Hunters bag was here...Where is the hunter? The boys realize this and it seemed a haunting song began to travel through the cave walls.

"La da de~ La dada la lada lada da~"

Marko and Paul look to each other as Dwayne and David walked deeper into the cave, the terror twins slowly followed.

"you hear that?" Dwayne asks as he tilts his ear into the air, "hear what?" David asks "What does it sound like?" David continued. They all had their own special ability, Davids was of tampering with the mind, Paul's nose, Marko's ability to observe behavior, and Dwayne with extraordinary hearing.

"it sounds like... Singing?" Dwayne answered though it sounded more like a question.

"singing?" Paul asked looking from Dwayne to Marko.

"La dade lada da lada da da da~"

The song grows louder as they continue down the dark new narrow path of the cave they never bothered to explore before this.

The closer to the song the richer the smell of iron, sparking an uncomfortable hunger within them. They didn't like how hungry they felt, especially in a time of potential danger.

"La da dee la da da la- dada ah ah~!"

The more they moved and now the more they heard the more they felt the need to press forward. Now not fueled with caution and panic, turned curious and... Enchanted?

The boys found themselves in an open part of the cave a large hole in the floor the reflections of water from the moonlight across the dusty cave walls.

The sound of dripping blood and ripping flesh echoed off the cracked walls,

"my hearts been priced by Cupid~"

The boys slowly and quietly made their way further,

"I disdain all glittering gold~"

All four pairs of eyes focused on the beauty of the creature with the enchanting voice,

"There is nothing can console me-"

The glimmering scales, bright eyes, and body covered in gems and pearls,

"but my jolly sailor bold.~"

"whoah" Was the first thing to leave Pauls mouth, causing the monster to fully turn it's body towards them.

Their eyes had a capturing glow, mouth with a line almost ear to ear like a snake, small scales along their soft skin, and seaweed tangled in their hair.

The creature smiled sharp rows of teeth exposed...

"Are you my jolly sailor bold?" the creature asked a rasp and unnatural squeak to their voice making them sound doubled and distorted.

... A siren.

A/n: 2000? FOR ME? REALLY?! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!! also Monster Heram? Phantom reader, Siren reader, what's next? Idk you tell me! @ghoulgeousimmaculate here's something for you, thank you for the Marko fic earlier, it was very yummy.

[browneyesandhair]

Non-Exhaustive List of Soulmate Fics: Merthur

Okay, I'm bored so I'm compiling my favorite soulmate fics. Here's the Merthur edition:

True Love by platonic_boner

Summary:

AU where soulmates can’t lie to each other. (That’s okay, Merlin wasn’t planning to lie to Arthur anyways! Haha.. ha.. ha…)

Don't Know You by platonic_boner

Summary:

Arthur can't wait to meet the voice inside his head.

Sharing is Caring by platonic_boner

Summary:

Arthur hadn't really given his soulmate much thought, until he beat a peasant with a broomstick and every blow hurt like he was hitting himself.

Thousand Times Worse. Or Better? by elirwen

Summary:

Forced by Morgana's nagging, Arthur visits soulbond guidance office. Merlin Emrys is asigned to be his guide. That's where the simple ends and complicated begins.

Deeds by the5leggedCricket

Summary:

Arthur is coming of age, and that means he’s about to get Deeds—marks on his body telling him of his soulmate’s greatest accomplishments. But as he tries to find his soulmate, he also makes some worrying discoveries about the kind of person his soulmate is.

Take Your Pain Away by BlueGrassSax

Summary:

Merlin was young when he came to realise that his soulmate was either really clumsy or lived a chaotic existence. Being able to take on the injuries of your soulmate is just a fact of life, a fact that Merlin happily accepts as he learns the ins and outs of his healing magic. But coming to Camelot has disrupted his long held trust in the Fates, for how can someone as bull-headed and arrogant as the prince wear his mark?

Now I Will Unsettle the Ground Beneath You by nu_breed

Summary:

Merlin's dreams have always fuelled his art, but they've always been abstract and removed from reality. Soon after he meets Gwaine, he starts to see vivid images of a past full of death and magic and love for a King who was ripped from him. Things only escalate further when he spends a weekend in the country with Gwaine and meets his group of friends, which includes aristocrat and It Boy, Arthur Pendragon. Merlin soon realises that no matter how hard you try, one thing is certain, you can't fuck with destiny.

Heart Lines by PeaceHeather

Summary:

Everyone is born with a heart line, a pigmented mark running from the heart down the left arm to the palm, which turns color when the person comes of age, telling them when it is time to seek their soulmate. Red indicates a romantic love, while blue is for platonic "heart-friends", as the minstrels called it. Uther had always told Arthur to ignore his heart line, that it wouldn't matter who his soulmate was; princes did not marry for love, after all. If was lucky, he'd be able to keep her as a mistress, so long as he did not get any children with her. Uther hated magic and would have urged Arthur to ignore the heart line anyway, if he could. Arthur wasn't sure his soulmate was really a woman despite Uther's assumptions. But Arthur's heart line hadn't even come into its full color yet, which meant he hadn't come of age in the eyes of the gods, despite being named crown prince by Uther. So it really didn't matter: whoever his soulmate was, he wasn't yet ready to meet them. Then one day his heart line comes in, and it's neither red nor blue.

the gold of you that can't be seen by Fleetling

Summary:

Arthur grins at him, waves his chubby hand. "Father!" he says, because he knows he should be formal with his father. There is no Pa here, no Dad or Da. There's something shiny on his father's head. He points to it. "What's that?" "Prince Arthur!" hisses the woman holding him, but his father only chuckles. The woman relaxes, just slightly. "It's a crown, my son. One day, you will wear one just like it." Arthur tilts his head, curiously. "What colour is it?" He thinks it's grey, just a shade off of the silver of the swords. It's the same silver-grey as half of the household's shiny jewelry, a not quite true silver. He doesn't think he likes it. "It's gold," says his father. "There's a lot of gold here in Camelot, my son." Arthur nods his head, and labels that silver-ish colour gold in his mind.   (Or: in a world where you can't see the colour of your soulmate's eyes until you meet them, Arthur can't see gold, and it makes his life as a prince much more difficult.)

Of All The Planets In All The Galaxies, He Walked Into Mine. by supercalvin

Summary:

On Camelot, the base planet of the Albion Intergalactic Alliance, the people have a unique gift where the name of their soulmate appears on their arm. Finding one’s soulmate could be as easy as taking a shuttle over to the next planet or it could take years for destiny to find its way to their side of the galaxy. Ten years ago, Ambassador Arthur Pendragon found out the name on his arm wasn’t from any known language in the galaxy. He hadn’t had much faith in love ever since.

The Druid Consort by bluevalentine69

Summary:

27-year-old Alpha Prince Arthur has been married off to 16-year-old Druid Prince Merlin to unite their kingdoms. Meeting for the first time at dawn to be handfasted by the customs of Merlin’s druid people - and expected to mate that night by the customs of Arthur's wolf-people - neither prince is best pleased by the situation. Tomorrow they will belong to each other in body and soul. Turns out, married life's not so bad ...

Four Days To Fall In Love. by CupCakezys

Summary:

In a world where everyone has a soulmate (or two or three), Arthur Pendragon knows he is destined to be alone. For Arthur can see his heartstring, could follow it to where his soulmate lived, and that could only mean one thing. His soulmate had magic, and should they ever meet, Arthur would have to kill them.

the world entire by schweet_heart

Summary:

The world is very still, and it occurs to Arthur suddenly how quiet it is. The bells don’t toll for dead manservants, only for princes and kings, but that just makes the clamour of his heart seem louder.   “Very well,” he says, pushing himself to his feet. “Then I’m going to have to save him.” Episode 1x13 AU. Nimueh accepts Merlin’s offer to exchange his life for Arthur’s. Arthur does not.

Hear Your Heart Sing (Love, Love, Love) by schweet_heart

Summary:

Merlin used to like the idea of finding The One – until he fell in love with Arthur Pendragon. Now he has a boss he can't date (but can't stop thinking about), a soulmate he can't find (who has terrible taste in music), and a best friend who can't believe he still hasn't got his act together (even though it's seriously not his fault). Sometimes, life is unfairly complicated, even without your soulmate singing painfully catchy tunes in the back of your head.

Dreams Don't Turn To Dust by goodluckgettingtosleep

Summary:

In a world where every person starts dreaming about their soulmate on the day of their 16th birthday, Prince Arthur is expected to be the soulmate of a beautiful princess. But when the big day finally rolls around, it turns out that his true soulmate is as far from a beautiful princess as one could get... a peasant boy with magic.

Let it be you by amithia

Summary:

This is all Gwen's fault. Merlin never wanted a stupid smartphone in the first place. Now, he has a smartphone and a supercilious, posh git bullying him on Whatsapp. He really should block the prat. or The one where Merlin doesn't block the prat and finds out that, maybe, smartphones aren't so bad after all.

Feather and Fang by 0hHeyThereBigBadWolf

Summary:

Everyone knows that magic users have magic dæmons. Creatures of myth and legend. Some appear normal but have hides in unnatural colours. It's a way to pick them out of a crowd, find them, even when they try to hide in plain sight.

The Worst Wizard by bluevalentine69

Summary:

Merlin is the worst wizard in wizarding school: his spells are accident prone and he is generally a walking disaster. When the time comes for his class to summon their familiars for the first time, many of the students summon powerful magical creatures. However, upon Merlin's turn, he summons a very unamused, regular human as a familiar: Arthur. Based on this prompt: https://kinksofcamelot.livejournal.com/1806.html?thread=557070#t557070. Now with original artwork!

Strangled by the Red String of Fate by idlestories

Summary:

“It has its roots in a legend from the east, sire. I believe it’s called the red string of fate.” “Fate?” Arthur said incredulously. “What, is he going to be the one to kill me?” “Getting more likely by the minute,” Merlin supplied. “Shut up, Merlin.” Gaius held up a weary hand. “Legend has it that the string connects people to the person with whom they are most compatible.” There was a beat of silence. “You have got to be kidding me.”

octarine by schweet_heart

Summary:

Merlin isn't Arthur's soulmate, and Arthur isn't Merlin's, yet somehow in spite of themselves they're everything to one another. Which is why, when Arthur finally starts seeing in colour, he isn't willing to let Merlin go without a fight. Written for Merlin_Holidays Fest 2016.

you are my favorite mistake (it can only be fate) by muItifandomjess

Summary:

When Merlin accidentally creates a mental link between himself and Arthur, they discover far more about each other than they could ever have imagined.

[kikimurphys]

Behind Closed Doors (Part 17)

Pairing: Cillian x Y/N

You choked on your water when you heard her name. "Fuck," you thought, panic seeping in. You were about to meet Cillian's sister—right now. Anxiety washed over you as your mind raced. What if she thought you were just a gold digger after her brother's money? Meeting Cillian's family had always been one of your biggest worries.

Orla stood at the door, waiting for Cillian to greet her, but he seemed to freeze in place.

"What's wrong, Cill?" she asked, noticing his odd reaction.

"Nothing, sorry. Hi, Orla. How are ya?" He quickly recovered, giving her a kiss on the cheek and closing the door behind her.

She carried a few boxes and bags as she made her way to the kitchen. "I'm just passing by to drop this off," she said, placing them on the counter nearest to the kitchen door. "And I bought this set of curtains for Mum and Da, but I don't know if they—" She suddenly noticed you sitting at the kitchen counter and paused, recognition dawning on her face. "Oh, hi," she greeted you with a warm smile as she walked over.

"Orla, this is Y/N. She’s on bed rest, so she's staying with me," Cillian explained, his tone firm, making it clear that you were important to him.

"Why? Are you okay?" Orla asked, concern lacing her voice as she leaned on the table. Her sweet demeanor and well-mannered approach immediately put you at ease. You could tell she was genuinely kind, much like Cillian.

"Yeah, I was hospitalized last week," you began, placing a hand on your belly. "I had some bleeding, but we're okay now. I just have to move as little as possible."

Orla’s eyes softened as she looked at you. "Oh, I’m so sorry. Glad you're well now. Bed rest’s the worst, especially when you get that insane need to nest in the third trimester. Those urges are no joke," she said, raising her hands for emphasis, making you laugh at her playful tone.

There was a brief, awkward silence as the three of you stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to say next. 

“Well," Orla finally broke the silence, patting the boxes she had dropped off. "I was just passing by to leave these. Don’t forget to take them to Cork,” she said, gesturing to the boxes, before handing Cillian the curtains. “And here, what do you think of these? Do you think Mum and Da will like them?” she asked, her expression a little more serious now.

"They're okay, I suppose," Cillian replied with a shrug, clearly not too fussed about curtain shopping. Orla rolled her eyes at his lackluster response, amused by her brother’s indifference.

"Alright, I’m headed off," Orla said, reaching for her coat.

"We were just about to have dinner, if you want to join," Cillian offered, sensing that this could be a good opportunity for you to spend more time with her. "I'm making chicken curry."

"You know what, Cill?" Orla smiled as she settled beside you, pouring herself a glass of wine. "I could go for some of that chicken you make."

As she took a sip of her drink, she turned to you with a curious smile. “So, how far along are you?”

“Almost 22 weeks,” you replied, feeling a bit more comfortable now.

“Ah, halfway already! Do you know what you’re having?” she asked, excitement lighting up her face.

“A girl,” Cillian chimed in from the stove, turning to you both with a proud smile.

“Oh, they’re the best! I had my Nina last year, and it’s so different than having boys,” Orla said warmly.

“How’s baby Nina?” Cillian asked, his eyes softening at the mention of his niece, who was nearly 10 months old.

“She’s exhausting,” Orla sighed dramatically, making both you and Cillian laugh. “She just learned how to get off the bed, and now I can’t close my eyes for a second without her disappearing.”

The evening flowed pleasantly after that. Orla shared stories and showed you pictures of her baby, and you got a glimpse of just how close she and Cillian were. His gentle care for his sister warmed your heart, and the easy dynamic between them made you feel more at ease.

After dinner, fatigue began to weigh on you, and Cillian noticed immediately. He offered to prepare the guest room for you, knowing that it hadn’t been decorated or lived in yet. You thanked him as he left to make the bed, his attentiveness leaving you feeling cared for.

Once Cillian was out of earshot, Orla leaned in closer with a playful, curious smile. “So, how’s my brother been treating you?” she whispered, her tone filled with interest.

You smiled softly. “He’s been very attentive and has helped me so much. He’s a good guy,” you said, genuinely grateful for Cillian’s care.

Orla raised an eyebrow slightly. “And are you two not together then?” she asked, her eyes flicking to the separate room where you'd be sleeping. “I don’t want to be invasive, but Cillian mentioned the situation…”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured her, appreciating her honesty. “To be honest, I don’t really know,” you added with a small laugh. “We’re taking it slow... just taking our time.”

Orla nodded, understanding. “That makes sense,” she said gently.

“I’m just staying here so he can take care of me if anything happens until my sister arrives. I don’t want to take up too much of his time,” you explained, feeling the need to be transparent.

Orla gave you a knowing look and smiled. “You don’t have to worry about that. Cillian wouldn’t offer if he didn’t want to be there for you. He’s always been a bit of a caretaker, especially for those he cares about.”

Orla’s smile softened as she leaned back slightly, swirling the wine in her glass. “You know,” she began thoughtfully, “even if you two don’t end up together, that baby girl of yours... she’s still part of this family.” Her eyes flickered warmly toward your belly. “And we’ll love her no matter what.”

You blinked, a wave of emotion rushing through you at her words. It was the first time someone from Cillian’s family had said anything about the baby, and hearing that acceptance brought a sense of relief. 

“She’s going to be surrounded by love,” Orla continued, her tone filled with sincerity. “You, Cillian, and the rest of us. Family isn’t always about how things start, but about how you come together in the end. And believe me, we’re here for both of you, no matter what happens between you and my brother.”

Her reassurance eased a knot in your chest that you didn’t realize had been building. “Thank you,” you said quietly, feeling a surge of gratitude. “I’ve been so worried about what people would think... that maybe they’d see me as some sort of... I don’t know.”

Orla waved a hand dismissively. “People will always have something to say. But those who matter—the people in this family—we’ll always have your back. And that little girl... she’s going to have an army of people loving her.”

Hearing that made you feel more welcome than you had expected. “I really appreciate that,” you said, your voice soft but sincere. “It means a lot.”

Orla smiled again, this time with a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Plus, you’re stuck with me now—an honorary sister. We’ll spoil her rotten, you just wait.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at her words. All you wanted in the world was for your baby to be happy and grow up in a loving environment.

Just then, you heard Cillian’s footsteps coming down the hall. “What were you two talking about?” he asked, his brow raised slightly as he entered the kitchen.

“Oh, nothing much, just talking behind your back,” Orla teased, shooting her brother a playful grin. Cillian rolled his eyes, used to her antics.

“The bedroom’s all ready for you,” he told you softly. You nodded, feeling your eyelids growing heavier as the night wore on. "Thanks, Cill."

Orla stood up, gathering her things. “Well, I better head off. Gotta tuck the kids in.” She smiled, giving you a quick hug. “Don’t forget to rest, okay?”

“Of course,” you smiled back, sipping the last of your tea.

Orla turned to Cillian, reminding him once again about the package for Cork. “Don’t forget! You’re as forgetful as ever,” she teased.

“What’s that for?” you asked, glancing at the large box she’d mentioned earlier.

“Cutlery and plates for our parents’ anniversary in October,” she replied. “Their 50th. We’re planning it way ahead.”

“You should bring Y/N,” Orla repeated, looking between you and Cillian. “It’ll be the perfect chance for her to meet everyone at once.”

Cillian’s eyes widened, and he shot you a quick, slightly panicked glance. You could feel anxiety bubbling up in your chest, a knot tightening in your stomach. "Oh no, don't worry about me. I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you blurted out, your voice a bit shaky. Your palms were suddenly sweaty. What would his family even think? You were already pregnant and hadn't met them. What if they judged you? You weren't even sure where you stood with Cillian—how would you explain this to them?

Orla quickly picked up on the tension, her smile softening as she placed a reassuring hand on your arm. “Honestly, don’t stress about it,” she said warmly, sensing your worry. “There’s plenty of time to decide, no pressure. Just something to keep in mind.” She gave you a comforting smile before turning to Cillian, pulling him into a hug as she said her goodbyes.

Cillian moved to the sink to wash up as you quietly made your way to bed. While he scrubbed the dishes, your mind raced. *Would he really want you to meet his family?* You still felt insecure, unsure of your place in his life. Despite all his efforts to show he cared, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you didn’t belong, especially with the baby on the way. He already had a family, a whole life. Sometimes, you felt like an outsider. Or worse, like you were intruding on something that wasn’t meant to be yours.

Meanwhile, Cillian’s thoughts were completely different. As he washed up, the idea of you meeting his family filled him with joy. He could picture you with your baby, surrounded by nephews and cousins, fitting right into the warm, lively chaos that he loved so much. You’d bring a new light into his world, one that had dimmed over the years. You’d made him feel alive again. But he didn’t want to push you. He’d let the idea sit for now, give you time to decide. 

Later, lying in bed, you rubbed belly butter over your growing bump, your mind drifting. The realization that your body would never be the same hit you hard. You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were terrified. The stretch marks, the weight gain—it all scared you more than you let on.

Cillian, meanwhile, was fussing over the curtains, trying to make the room feel cozier. The space had been bare when you first arrived, just a bed and a mattress. He’d worked tirelessly to make sure you were comfortable, and now he was determined to block out the morning sun.

“Cill, it’s okay,” you laughed softly, watching him work. “I can do that tomorrow. You’ve got work in the morning.”

He shook his head stubbornly, finishing up with the curtains. “No, I don’t want you waking up with the sun in your face at 7 a.m.,” he replied, focused on getting it right.

You grinned, amused by his overprotectiveness. It was a little over the top, but sweet. You felt lucky that he was going to be the father of your child. Once he finished, he stood back, hands on his hips, looking at you with a smitten expression. Seeing you lying there, belly growing with his child, no makeup, just real and vulnerable—it melted his heart.

“All done,” he sighed, dusting off his hands.

“Thanks,” you said, your voice softer now. “Do you have to leave early for work?”

“Yeah, but I should be back by lunchtime,” he replied.

“Well, I’ll let you sleep then,” he said, turning to leave, but something made you stop him.

“Cill?” you called softly. He turned back to you, walking closer.

“Yeah?” he asked gently.

“Thank you,” you said, reaching for his hand, your voice filled with sincerity. “For letting me stay here, for being so good to me. And Orla, too. I was really scared to meet her, but she was so nice. I’m really grateful.”

He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “You don’t have to thank me for any of that,” he murmured. “Goodnight.”

Your heart fluttered at the softness of his touch, and almost as if in response, the baby kicked. She always seemed to know when you were nervous around him. “Goodnight,” you whispered, rolling over and closing your eyes. The sound of Cillian moving around the house was oddly soothing, and before long, you drifted into sleep.

Cillian went to his room and changed into his pajamas, but after tossing and turning for almost an hour, he gave up on trying to sleep. He padded softly into the living room, careful not to wake you. Opening your door just a crack, he peeked in. You were fast asleep, soft snores escaping your lips, and he couldn’t help but smile. 

He closed the door gently, grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, and settled on the couch. Turning the TV on with the volume barely audible, he let the low hum of some sitcom wash over him, hoping it would help him fall asleep.

tags:

@mamawiggers1980 @xsweetcatastrophe @galactict3a @thistheivyseason @cillianmurphyvevo @sweetcheesecakesblog

[creativesnek]

The Chat really loves Bowser

Luigi sat by his desk, getting his cameras and headphones ready for a live stream. The soft glow of the studio lights illuminated the room, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement. His heart with a mix of nervousness and exhilaration as he prepared to connect with his audience.

As he adjusted the angle of his cameras, Luigi couldn't help but reflect on how far he had come. What started as a simple hobby had now transformed into a full-fledged career. His passion for gaming and technology had propelled him into the world of live streaming, where he could share his experiences and connect with like-minded individuals from all corners of the globe.

He still can’t believe he acquired such a huge fanbase.  A lot of people seemed to like his personality and actually liked his commentary; even his videos on mushroom foraging garnered thousands of views within the hour. It made Luigi very proud of himself; plus, his interactions with his fans have been nothing but enjoyable. 

The door to his room opened. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at Bowser. The red-haired Koopa stepped into his room, then kissed his forehead. “I’m going to go pick up Junior,” he said. 

“Okay, be safe!”

He reached up and scratched his chin, earning some happy chirps from him before he walked out again. Luigi smiled softly at his boyfriend’s retreating back before returning to his previous activities. As soon as he sat down, he switched into his streamer mode. The screens came to life and the cameras started recording. Luigi grinned, “Welcome back everybody! Tis I, WeegeBoard9000!” he said while laughing. The chat immediately started rolling with comments as people greeted him and made donations.

With a swift motion, Luigi's fingers danced across the keyboard, skillfully navigating through the game menus. As the game loaded, he took a moment to acknowledge some of the comments popping up on the screen.

"Hey WeegeBoard9000! Long time no see!" one viewer exclaimed.

"Luigi, you're my favorite streamer! Can't wait to see what you have in store for us today!" another chimed in.

*Peach_hime donated 30 bits! Hi, Weeg! Gimme ten minutes and I’ll hop on.*

“Ew, the gamer twink’s back.” said the very obvious account of Wario.

Luigi sneakily kicked him out before moving on with his stream. He delved into the game, he skillfully maneuvered through its challenges while simultaneously keeping an eye on the chat. He responded to questions, shared tips and tricks with fellow gamers, and engaged in lighthearted banter with his audience.

*King donated 2500 bits! Stay hydrated darling ;)*

Ohh~ his highness has made an appearance!

Man, i wish i had a stream daddy 😔

Where iz this mf getting so much coin??!

Comments of similar caliber followed. Luigi tried to hide his blush, recognizing his boyfriend’s account. Bowser always makes it a personal mission to donate something during his streams. Luigi couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest as he read the comments praising Bowser's generosity. It was moments like these that reminded him why he fell in love with Bowser in the first place. Despite his tough exterior, Bowser had a heart of gold.

*prince donated 100 bits! HiWEEGIE!”

OMG IT’S DA BOIIII

The lil man’s here too

Baby boi, protecc the bean

Luigi chuckled and thanked Junior for the donation; he probably asked his dad to donate for him too. With the chat taken care of for a bit, the streamer continued his game for several hours, tuning out the outside world.

.

.

.

The stream was in full-swing now as Luigi and a few online friends were collecting items to fight a boss. Luigi was so engrossed with preparations that he didn’t hear the noise of the front door opening or the familiar pitter patter of feet on the wooden floor. The door opened a bit as Junior yelled a greeting before closing the door. The man glanced back at the noise, smiled, then proceeded with the game. 

Without him noticing, Bowser went into his room. At the sight of him, the chat went absolutely ballistic. 

HELLO???

Hunk alert, hello🥵

NO SHELL? FOR FREE??

Ayo, who dat 🫦

Luigi glanced at the last comment then swiveled his chair around; Bowser wrapped his bulky arms around him and kissed the top of his head. “Dinner’s gonna be ready in a few minutes, so don’t stay too long,” he whispered into his hair. Luigi’s face and ears reddened at the gesture, considering Bowser was, in fact, shell-less and basically pulled his face into his chest. He thinks he replied… Probably. The donations going off was what called his attention.

DILF 🥵

Muscle man and he cooks? Luigi, bag him.

dilfdilfdilf

Weeg has that unspoken rizz

Luigi looked up. “Whoa, whoa. Calm down everybody,”

His subscribers didn’t listen, sending many sporadic comments and blush-inducing questions. The donation bell kept blowing up.

*BooKing donated 500 bits! Luigi, u have all of dat to urself?!*

*BadBitchPrincess donated 1500 bits! L ultimate rizzlord😌*

Can he come back pls?

Bring back the dilf, ty.

Glory o glory, what a helluva way to die 🫡

🫡

Luigi nervously snorted and pulled his hat over his head, giving up on taking back control. Guess the chat really likes Bowser.

[moncherijoie]

OMG a Super Junior fan so HELLO!!!! (I'm a ELF and a SMTOWN boy group fan with Autism so it's nice to meet you.)

Can you write a fluff of Leeteuk (He is my favorite bias!) when he will have a birthday date for reader? (My birthday is on July 20 and I will turn 24 this year.) Thank you very much.

Hope you are having a wonderful day, sunshine!

~Queennie

Hi! It's nice to meet you aswell! I wanted to write things for suju as all the other ones people write are from years ago. Shed a little light for them! I hope you enjoy this fluff and your birthday this year Queennie!💕

𝑶𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆!

𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓮𝓴❤︎

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

The wind blew softly. Allowing your hair to sway as you carefully walked forward. "Babe I want to see!" You reached for Leeteuk's hands that were covering your eyes but he wouldn't budge. "Just a little longer!"

You felt your heart racing as you heard the ocean in the distance. "Ta-da! You like it, right?" Leeteuk asked once he removed his hands.

You smiled seeing he layed out a plaid picnic blanket and your favorite snacks with gifts placed to the side. "I like it, like our first date."

You were in awe looking up to the sky. Hues of purple, blue, pink and gold were blazed across the sky. Leeteuk took his chance and took a picture with his phone. "So pretty!" He said lovingly as he saw the preview of the image.

"Thank you for doing all of this." You said softly as Leeteuk pulled out champagne bottle preparing to pop it open.

"Anything for you my love." The top pops off and Leeteuk hands you a glass before he pour his own.

"Tonight, I raise my glass not just to you, but to the moments that brought us together in love. In your eyes, I found a universe where every star whispers your name, where every sigh carries the melody of our shared dreams. To the laughter that dances in the air between us, to the tears that water the garden of our growth, to the silent embraces that speak volumes of our connection. Here's to you, my love, my anchor in the storms and my guiding star in the dark. May our love continue to bloom, painting the canvas of our lives with hues of joy, passion, and everlasting devotion. Cheers to us, to our journey, and to the beautiful chapters yet to be written. I love you Y/n, now and for always."

You would be lying if you said that his words didn't move you. Your eyes glisten. Tears of joy threatening to fall as you put your arms around Leeteuk and kiss him.

He held your back with one hand as the other still had the champagne. You pulled away and looked deep into his eyes. "I'm so glad that you showed up in my life."

"Same to you...cheers?"

You giggles as the glasses clank together before the two of you took a sip.

It was like time stood still as the two of you found solace and peace. "Hey...I got this video for you I want you to watch." He unlocks his phone and hands It to you to watch the video. As you watched you didn't notice he was recording with a camera where u couldn't see.

ఌ︎ꨄ︎ఌ︎ꨄ︎ఌ︎

"Hey guys it's Leeteuk here and I think I just found the one. The love of my life. The rose in my garden of thorns. And the light to my darkness. Without her I'm sure I'll be nothing. Yes, all I need is here and I'll feel like I have everything I've ever wanted in this world."

ఌ︎ꨄ︎ఌ︎ꨄ︎ఌ︎

You were confused as the video suddenly cuts off. "Baby you know we first got together on your birthday right?" Leeteuk as his eyes started tearing up.

"Yes happy anniversary baby what's wrong?" The two of you got up and looked at the waters. "I want to make it more special for you."

You caught Leeteuk getting on one knee and immediately started crying. "We've been in the dating stage. I've given you my promise ring of devotion. And now I'm giving you this ring, for you to be my future wife. You know so little of how much you mean to me and I want to prove it to you. Y/n L/n would you marry m-"

"Yes! Yes Leeteuk I will marry you!" You quickly hugged him which caused the both of you to fall. But you didn't care you just wanted him and he wanted to till the end of your days. You felt truly cherished and adored on your special day.

[starlingsrps]

shot in the darkest dark.

jamie corcoran is one of rebecca’s favorite student at saint monica’s. he’s sweet and considerate, which is more than she can say for most five year old boys and definitely more than she can say for his father. darren corcoran is an assistant da for the city and has the personality of a pit bull. then rebecca thinks about some of the pit bulls she’s met and realizes that that’s an insult. the pit bulls she’s met are kind. darren corcoran is just an asshole. you don’t get that far in politics or law without being one she guesses but that’s also a terrible excuse as far as she’s concerned.

nothing good can come from being called into an after school meeting with him. while she packs her bag and locks her classroom, she tries to think of anything that it could possibly be about - jamie is smart and always brings home gold stars but she’d had to use leftover pink hearts from valentine’s day last week and darren corcoran seems like the type to make a big deal about it.

sister francis is at her desk while darren corcoran sits in one of the chairs before it with a wad of nicorette gum in his cheek. rebecca can’t help but think that he looks like a nicotine addicted gerbil. his greeting to her is short and clipped. clearly, there won’t be any small talk.

“if this is about jamie, i can assure you-“

“you work at limelight?” 

rebecca glances at sister francis but her face is a serene mask, as always. “i - i don’t know what that has to do with anything.”

the wad of gum shifts and he leans in slightly. it’s a little claustrophobic. “it’s a yes or no question.”

“i - yes. i’m a bartender a few nights a week.” she gives sister francis an apologetic look, as though it’s her fault single income as a teacher in san francisco is a pipe dream. “the tips help with rent and-“

corcoran cuts her off. “you know it’s a front, right?” she must look confused because he scoffs. “ask your little boyfriend: i’m sure he’ll be happy to explain.”

“he’s not my-“ rebecca cuts herself off there and clears her throat. she’s losing control of the situation and it doesn’t occur to her that she’s never had control of this situation. she turns her attention to sister francis, someone more level headed. “sister, i really don’t know what i’m here for and if you could just explain?”

her voice tilts up at the end, turning it into an apology instead of a request.

“mr. corcoran has reason to believe that you’ve violated the morals clause of your contract.”

she immediately thinks of her fingers in marco’s hair and his lips on her thigh before remembering that no, no she can’t be talking about that exactly. “i don’t understand?”

corcoran makes another scoffing sound and seems ready to launch himself back into the conversation but apparently even attorneys aren’t immune to a silencing stare from a nun. sister francis continues. “when you told us you had a second job, we understood but had reservations about it being in nightlife.”

rebecca closes her eyes for a moment and braces herself. she’s going to get fired for being a bartender. of course darren corcoran would be the one.

“you’ve always had sterling character in the classroom so we didn’t see it as cause for concern until mr. corcoran informed us of the nature of this establishment.”

she stays quiet, even though she wants to say that they aren’t even allowed to show nipple at limelight. then she realizes that they’re waiting for her to tell them just what kind of establishment it is. “it’s a bar…we have floor shows. i’m-“ she glances at corcoran and then back at sister francis. “if i need to quit, i understand.”

“it’s a fucking mob bar,” corcoran finally barks. “like i said, ask your little boyfriend what he gets up to in the back and you’ll find out it’s not just tits and cosmos.”

rebecca flinches, more from the tone than the words. they just don’t sound real, they don’t sound like something that could happen to her. it sounds like a bad movie or one of lily’s romance novels. the mob?

“the da office has been investigating the civellas for years and i haven’t nailed the little shit yet but-“

he keeps talking but the blood has rushed to rebecca’s head and she can’t hear him over the roaring in her ears. this can’t be real. the mob isn’t real. it has nothing to do with her, nothing to do with marco. it can’t. she’ll wake up from this dream any minute now and it will all be exactly the same. she’ll tell marco about it later and he’ll laugh that short, dry laugh before telling her she’s crazy. lily will tell her she skipped right over the sexy part of the mafia boyfriend fantasy and went straight to legal consequences.

she would know. she would know if she was doing something illegal, wouldn’t she? she would know if marco was doing anything illegal. 

right?

“-and i don’t want some slut teaching my kid.”

“that will be enough, mr. corcoran,” sister francis interjects. “thank you for your concern. i’m sure you’re a busy man.”

darren corcoran leaves in a flurry of righteous fury. his briefcase bangs against the back of rebecca’s chair as he passes and she can’t imagine it was fully an accident. sister francis is looking at her with the same sad, kind expression that the sisters used to look at her with when they realized she wasn’t a carbon copy of marie. “rebecca,” she starts. the softness in her voice makes her stomach churn. “mr. corcoran assures me that there is no reason to suspect you had anything to do with…criminal activities at this club. however, you must understand that we simply cannot have these associations with the school.”

rebecca forces herself to nod because she does understand and because she’s a nice girl who doesn’t disagree with superiors. she hears the echo of marco calling her good girl, the words sliding along her skin and into her blood stream. it had felt good then, like praise and power at the same time but now she feels dirty by association. for as gentle as sister francis is being, rebecca still feels like she knows every single thing she’s done.

she’s fired. it doesn’t matter how softly the words are delivered, they’re still the same. the shame slams into her, followed by the overwhelming urge to cry. she forces it down. she knows she will later, once the adrenaline has worn off, when the panic sets in. she gets through it with her fingernails dug into her palm, manages to shake sister francis’ hand and leave on legs that aren’t shaking yet.

she sits down hard on a bus bench halfway down the block when the shock wears off and drops her head in her hands. she doesn’t know what to do. there are a million thoughts in her head, bumping into each other and making her more confused. she has a month of rent saved but she needs to get another day job but she can’t give up limelight. she wants to talk to lily because lily always has an idea but she can’t explain what’s just happened because she still doesn’t know what just happened. 

this is real. this is painfully real. 

[suofang]

To my dearest (Thorfinn & OC)

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Am I a annoying to you? I know we are very different between us, that bothers you? I want to know.

I never wanted to think about this too much because I feel guilty about it, and being so close to you makes it even harder for me.

Why do you, our saint God, test me like this? Didn't were you who said that the man who lays with another man will burn in Hell because of his sins?

If my body will die and rot... If my soul will burn in the eternal flames... I'll just ask for him to be my punisher, because I can't live knowing that I can harm him like this. Please, get your revenge from me.

Kill me, rip apart my guts and bones and destroy this painful need of be next to you, because I'm not the one who deserves your love, and I'll never be.

How can you be this rough and this beautiful at the same time? You curse a lot, you're easily irritated, you don't give a fuck about anything and anyone, and yet, I can't stop thinking that you have strings made with gold as hair, heh, when you allows me to caress it I don't care if your hair is tangled or not clean enough, to me, it's the silkiest hair someone can have.

And what about your eyes? Those warm brown irises that reminds me of a morning of autumn when the sun hits perfectly against the wooden floor and table of a lonely house. You are an empty house and I want to live there, fill those walls and rooms with decorations and furniture. You know how much I love those things, so as I love them I want to give them to you.

You don't know how good it hurts when I touch your skin, whatever it is your hands or your sweet cheeks. Those briefly moments when I can feel you and I know you're real drowns my heart in honey, a poisoned honey that kills me with each beat of my heart. It's interesting the contrast between your hands and cheeks because, your hands are scarred and hardened of uncountable battles for the chance of a revenge but your cheeks... Your face is so soft, I want to hold it the rest of my life. Your tender skin tempts me to sin, to steal a kiss from you and die in sweet sin, maybe even in your hate...

There are so many things I want to write down on this letter for you that you will never know, mostly because you can't read or write, not even in your own language, so that helps me to express all of my feelings for you in a place you won't suspect about. But if you, some day, learn how to read my feelings, please, don't judge me, I don't know why am I like this and I hate it.

Why do I had to fall in love with you?

Not because of you but because of my condition.

Why did I had to born as a man when my heart is the heart of a lady?

Maybe the angels confused my heart with the heart of someone else when I was in my mother's belly...

Will you hate me? I know I'm giving you my friendship right now even if I want your love, that's not good, a good person won't fall in love with a friend, specially when we're both men.

If you will hate me and you will want to kill me because of that, be fast as always, cut my throat and leave me bleed, but if you want to torture me, open my chest with your daggers and rip my heart from my tórax, I'll give it to you to do whatever you want with it.

But remember, no matter what I will always be here behind you to support you, to hold your back if you're going to fall, and if you find a pretty girl who wants to love you as much as you deserve I'll torn apart, because your happiness is more important than mine. I'm happy if you are happy.

–What are you doing?– There he was, the golden boy who leaves me without breath.

–I'm just writing.

My usual smile comes to my face again as I try to hide all the vivid flowers of my impossible sin.

–Leave that, we're leaving this place.

–Askeladd found someone fool enough to scam?

–Not this time as I heard, I think we're going to a war with England, something about the Danish crown and some bullshit like that...

–The Danish crown?... I don't think we could gain much with this...

To my mind comes all the information I know about recent events that involved Denmark and England as I slowly uncover my letter and fold it as if it wasn't that important.

–Where are we going?

–London. Get ready, we leave when the sun sets.

And he go away again. There will be any time where I can stay more time with him without care about the wars and crowns of the world?

I sigh and look at my letter again, I fold it and save it in my bag. As far as we stay here I can't relive in my feelings even if I want, I have to stay still and be ready for the battle even if I'm just a shoemaker.

I wish I could take you with me, runaway to your dreamed Vinland and marry you to live a peaceful life. You don't deserve this hell.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

I'M HERE AGAIN TO MAKE THIS BOY FEEL AS MUCH PAIN AS POSSIBLE

I don't know why I do this to him but I want to see all of those little moments of Thorfinn being a normal person, you know, such as him cooking, sewing, hunting, taking a walk, jUST HIM BEING A NORMAL PERSON.

And those scenarios will be feat. ma boy Siegfried who is my way to express all the love and appreciation I feel towards this blond who probably have rabies, plus my love for drama because

✨I'm a drama queen✨

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

The hobbit x Neko heterochromic teen reader part 6.

Feast of Starlight.

It’s the feast of Starlight but Thranduil has a talk with Reader Chan.

Your POV:

My eyes fluttered open to the setting sun "how long did I sleep? Da- err king Thranduil is going to kill me" I got off of my bed and ran to my door. I was relieved but nearly had a heart attack when I saw Anna "the King is asking for you!" I nodded and walked out of my room but I noticed three male elves following us "Ann who are they?" I whispered to her. She smiled and said "they are your new body guards Meludir, Estel, and Elrolith." I remembered that King Thranduil said I will have bodyguards from now on "ohh right the king said I will have bodyguards." I said as we walked to the throne room.

We are in front of King Thranduil as he sits on his throne with his signature bored expression "your probably wondering what's going on?" he asked "yes" Thranduil slowly got up from his throne and descends from the stairs towering me as he stands in front of me "It was 17 years ago 2 years before your birth. Your parents planned on making your older sister queen when she became of age but Prince Arrow your older brother and their first born was not pleased. Since he was the oldest and the only son he felt entitled to the throne. Your parents saw his ambitions and decided to banish him but he thought out vengeance and swore they would regret giving the throne to S/N." I was confused and shocked "how do you know all this?" I asked "Elrond, Gandalf, Galadriel and myself were there that day" I nodded my head "two years after your brothers banishment your mother queen Titania became pregnant with you, and your father, King Hunter retired as a warrior to make up for the lost times he had with your siblings. That necklace your wearing is your mother's." he said picking up my butterfly key necklace, my eyes widened from the tale I really was royalty but I was still wondering why S/N kept this from me. "On B/D (birth date) 2928 you were born, but when you were 2 weeks old some how Arrow found out about your birth and send an army of Orcs to kill you because if anything were to happen to S/N you would be heiress to the throne of K/N. But your parents told S/N to run with you to the village you grew up in, the reason why she kept this from you is because your parents begged her to give you a normal life away from your home kingdom and to keep you safe." My eyes went wider from trying to process all this "By the way we have a feast in 3 hours so Anna will get you ready, I already picked out your outfit and I expect you to be on your best behavior." I nodded and went to my room with Anna, Meludir, Estel, and Elrolith.

3 hours later no one's POV:

You and Anna stand in front of your body mirror admiring the gorgeous silver dress Thranduil picked out with matching high heels and a silver circlet.

"You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N." Anna said in awe "I did a good job if I do say so myself." you heard Thranduil say. You turn to see Thranduil In burgundy robes with his twig crown next to him you see an elf with Shoulder length brownish black hair in beige robes and a gold circlet "this is the neko girl you told me about Thranduil?" The elf asked in awe "yes Elrond. She'll also be living with me from now on." Thranduil told the elf you now know as Elrond "it is an honor to meet you my lord." You said in sindarin making Elrond go eye wide "She is already fluent in sindarin?" Elrond asked "my sister taught me since I was 2." You told the elf lord who is still in shock "alright let's head to the feast, The boys are impatient enough." Thranduil said as you took his huge hand.

At the feast:

The feast of starlight was amazing the room was well decorated, the smell of food was in the air the wine making you crinkle your nose since your under age of course.

You are sitting with Thranduil, Elrond, Legolas and Elronds twin sons Elladan and Elrohir. Dual to  your Small height you had to sit on Thranduil's lap "she's so cute. I wanna take her home." Elladan gushed over you "Adar can we keep her please?" Elrohir asked pleadingly making Elrond give his sons a stern look "boys behave. She just started living in Mirkwood." He told his sons what Thranduil told him.

As you sit on Thranduil's lap eating your salmon (you suggested it) You let out a happy purr since it's been months since you've had your favorite meal causing the 5 men to look down at you in surprise "Guess that part of Nekos is true. They really do purr." Legolas said in awe but with a nose bleed "son go to the wash room before you bleed on the floors." Thranduil said with a handkerchief over his own bloody nose "ADAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!" The twins said together "Alright Y/N it's time for bed! You have your lessons tomorrow." Thranduil said scooping you up like a parent carrying their child and making his way to your new chambers you peaked from his shoulder to see Legolas passed out on the floor with blood coming from his nostrils and the twins being bonked on the head by their father who also has a nosebleed.

[officialdaydreamer00]

(part 1 here)

you did notice him some time ago.

the cloak clad boy with the prettiest fiery blue hair.

he who watches from behind the trees. never gets close, never interacts.

"do not go near that boy, for he may be bearing ill intents. do you understand, my child?"

"yes, mother..."

mother always told you that, which left you wondering why. the boy didn't try to approach you, when he could have done it long ago. instead, he chose to observe. he responded to your smiles and waves with his own, albeit shy ones.

the more you looked at him, the more your heart felt strange. it was a warm feeling that engulfed you whole, as if you had seen him somewhere before. had you known him from somewhere? anywhere?

but you grew up with only the presence of your mother, exactly what made you feel that way?

peculiar, indeed, and you intended to find it out yourself.

so despite your mother's words, you wandered beyond the borders, the one that your mother put up to, in her words, protect you from the horrors of the outside world. she was protective, that you were always grateful for, but it soon felt rather overbearing.

it had been quite a while since you last ventured out of your home. mother used to bring you along to places. something happened, however, and she never let you leave the house ever since. you understood, of course, but the growing want to explore pushed that thought away. so the moment your mother left the house, you left too.

there he was again, at his usual spot and gazed over the little place you called home.

he looked confused, his pretty golden eyes darted around, seemingly searching for something, or rather, you. you decided to approach the boy, and with every steps you made, that feeling came back as stronger than ever.

the boy soon turned to you. he flinched back in panic(?), before slowly calming down when he saw it was you. that was when you noticed some things about him.

he was tall, towering over your form, yet he didn't give off a threatening aura. pale white skin, ghostly even, all hidden under a black cloak. the fiery blue hair that you saw was, indeed, fire, strange how it didn't burn you. and his eyes, a molten gold so eerie yet so soft as he stared at you with an expression difficult to read. melancholic? wistful? you couldn't tell which.

his hands held yours so gently, and they fit so perfectly together. he called you 'his queen', you didn't understand why, but something in your heart stirred. as if a force took hold of your soul, you responded.

"We have met again, my King."

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A-Han and Xiao-Zhe Drinking Wine

Ah, to lounge around, mellow and relaxed, drinking wine on a warm summer's day - that's the good life!

I'm going to skip my usual introduction to the JZEUniverse since I just posted about it yesterday, so catch up if you want first and come back, it'll be worth it!

Yesterday I posted about A-Han and Dashixiong, and I promised you an A-Han video in this post. Without further ado, here it is, patient and lovely figthusiasts, credit on video:

Very inspirational indeed. See what I mean when I talked about the anklet yesterday? Cities would crumble.

I regret that Tumblr only allows me one video per post, which means I can't also post a Xiao-Zhe video, because you absolutely deserve it. You can always go further refresh your eyes on my previous Xiao-Zhe post, but in the meantime, here's more fig inspiration:

Nice white pants, Xiao-Zhe. You won't be seeing those in this fig set!

These beautiful figs arrived safely in a plain white box, lounging around in their little carved-out polystyrene foam.

Here's the full set. The table and drinks are one piece, as is A-Han and his cushion. A-Han's insouciant lounging pose is so delightfully long and languid that it can't be supported by itself, even though he's sitting on a cushion. He just topples right over just by himself.

But he doesn't need to! The fig maker included this mini-lounging stand, so he can drape himself over the furniture as beautifully as he likes. You can see where the little tab on his sleeve fits into the matching indentation on the carved stand.

And ta-da! Here we are! Beautiful. All the better to show off that long expanse of leg and the golden anklet that could launch a thousand ships.

As you can see, this is a strictly pants-free summery magical world we're now in. The heat, understand. It's TOO hot to wear too many layers!

A better view of that casual lounge, and their beautiful hairstyles. Getting quite the breeze there, Xiao-Zhe!

Look at the 3-D effect on Xiao-Zhe's bangs! Very cool. Speaking of cool, looking very leggy there, boys. The details on the little table here are also very nice, and echo the drinking table at A-Han's Koi Mountain Manor.

Hard to see much in the way of detail from the shot from above, but that's some beautiful glossy hair there, Xiao-Zhe.

Speaking of detail, it's time for an extreme closeup so you can see all the gorgeous gold jewelry and the draping of A-Han's robes. Such a beautiful, elegant fig.

Our lotus spirit is looking big (heart) eyed and beautiful in his extreme closeup. Here's a nice view of the jade drinkware as well as well as the detail on Xiao-Zhe's robes. They don't drape quite as nicely as A-Han's, but are clearly providing superior ventilation.

Xiao-Zhe is quite the little nudist under his robes - he's got a full moon going on under there as well as the world's smallest unit. Lotus spirits just have to be wild and free, you know?

These two didn't come with box cards and there was no box art, which is too bad because I would have loved some art of these two beauties. It's far too pretty of a set to leave you without at least one more full angle, so here you go.

Speaking of full angles, I may be the only purchaser of this fig set that didn't realize I had also purchased the full show - I turned the figs over to take pics from the underside (as I do, very innocently, I might add!) and got quite the 1mm surprise. When I was done laughing my head off, I was faced with the question of whether to likewise share with my fellow figthusiasts.

So in the interest of full disclosure (ha!) for anyone that might wish to purchase these figs in the future, I will simply continue to place any vaguely spicy material or any portrayal of basic lotus spirit anatomy under our patented figthusiast Spice Stars ***** after the fig count. Anyone who is not in a place or time where they can explain why they are giggling at the screen can simply skip on by.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 184

Scene Count: 14

Rating: Fresh as a cool breeze

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Per usual, I'll talk a bit so even those with the largest phones or computer screens are spared the sight of any incriminating paparazzi pics. I mean, Xiao-Zhe is hanging out (ha!) in the privacy of his best friend's manor, and if a lotus spirit can't be ready to skinny dip at the whim of a moment there, where can he? I mean, a koi pond is literally right there.

A good philosophical question, thoughtful figthusiasts. One that similar minded people might be inclined to ponder on a lazy summer day, relaxing around with a pitcher of wine and a good friend. However, it occurs to me (a little too late!) that rather than reading me rambling on, a large picture might be literally worth a thousand words here, so let me find a new one I haven't posted yet to take up some space:

I was trying to find one where he was (rightfully) giving me the side eye, but this will have to do.

Alright!

Dare I even mention to add this is a nice view of A-Han's anklet from the underside as well?

Well now you know, if you choose to purchase this set! And I would recommend it if you can access Xianyu (or there may be remainders on the docket, I don't think I've seen any announcements come through for it), it's really very beautiful.

[flamingwell]

I posted 4,126 times in 2022

That's 2,538 more posts than 2021!

22 posts created (1%)

4,104 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 1,151 of my posts in 2022

#guardian - 328 posts

#shen wei - 234 posts

#cql - 140 posts

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#but tell me what other reason wwx would have for inventing a way to sacrifice yourself body and soul to bring someone back from the dead

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Do you think Meng Shi *really* didn't realize that Jin Guangshan would never accept her son? Do you think she didn't know, deep in her heart? An intelligent woman like her (with a brilliant son like here, how could she not be), don't you think she understood as the years went by and there was no word from Lanling? As time went on and the cruelty of the Madam bit, but not as painfully as her dwindling dreams? As time went on and "surely he'll return next week, next month, to claim us" became "perhaps next year", as all the funds she could scrounge went to pay for cultivation manuals while she went hungry in a cold room and no gold clad figure came to call? As she saw other hopeful girls scorned by those who claimed to love them? As the chance of making those dreams real faded, would she maybe have clung to them all the harder? As she looked at her son, her beloved boy, and clung to the only thing she thought she had of value to give him—her dream of a father's love for him, a place of honor, a life of luxury. She must have known, deep down, that it was only a dream. But it had kept her going in a world that was too cruel, and so it was her dearest possession and she wanted to give her son what she valued most. She didn't realize that her own love was the thing her son found most valuable, because the world has taught her that she was worthless. So she gave him her love, but she also gave him a poison dream, always thinking (hoping, wishing) that she'd given him the only the best.

41 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#4

I'm just imagining Wei Wuxian in the a Demon Slaughtering Cave in those three months after Nightless City, mostly out of his mind with grief and guilt and resentful energy, absolutely *desperate* to find some way, ANY WAY to fix this. He would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat if it would bring Shij—Jiang Yanli back.

And so he does. He's a genius, and he's bending all his will to this, and he *does it*. He invents a way that he could sacrifice himself, body and soul, in order to bring her back to life. But....

But .

She would come back to *this*. She would come back *as him*, trapped in the Burial Mounds with no core and the entire cultivation world howling for her blood, living in the body of the man who murdered her husband.

He can't do it to her. Being dead would be better for her than that.

So he rages and screams and cries and he flips the table and throws his notes across the cave, but he doesn't use it. And the Sacrifice Summons waits for another desperate boy years later....

95 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#3

Do you ever think about how ZYL must have missed his Shen Wei when he was in the past—Professor Shen, with his short hair and sleeve garters, with his eyes full of secrets and grief—even while sitting next to the Shen Wei of the past?

Do you ever think that after he'd returned to his time, ZYL must have missed his Xiao Wei—with his long braids, eyes open and unguarded even as his hand was never far from a weapon—even while sitting next to the Shen Wei that he met first?

Do you ever think about that?

134 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#2

I adore the Zhao Yunlan & Da Qing relationship. We both have "Da Qing basically raised Zhao Yunlan" and "Da Qing is basically Zhao Yunlan’s younger brother/son figure” and neither of these contradicts the other in any way

In conclusion, Da Qing is Zhao Yunlan’s son but also his dad but also his younger brother, hope that helps clear everything up

144 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So I'm a Goncharov newbie (I know, I know, I can't believe I missed out on this gem for so long either!), and of course I know there has probably been a ton of ink spilled on this already, but one thing that's just blowing my mind is that this film even got MADE in the middle of the Cold War!! I mean, you have a Soviet protagonist whose story and character are explored in such depth and with such empathy. Not only that, but he has complex and not-entirely-antagonistic relationships with characters from the other side of the Iron Curtain (Andrey is the one everyone's talking about of course, but I think his relationship with Sofia has so much unexplored depth—that Look on both their faces right before he closes the door and they both know that he's closing it on any nascent friendship they might have had? UGH, it just kills me!!). And this came out in the middle of the Cold War?? I know it's an absolute CLASSIC today (and with good reason, holy shit, the complexity of the storyline and the tension and sadness that just scream from the screen in every shot!), but can any Tumblr history buffs tell me what the reception was at the time?

430 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

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[issela-santina]

childhood:

the back of my house, influenced mostly by the atmosphere of The Ring and my blurry vision but there's really just nothing there but junk

a sad commercial featuring a wooden marionette with no features whatsoever, which I never saw again

Friendster, but this is more of a paranoia that resulted from my classmates using it to make a fake profile that slandered one of our teachers

Home Along da Riles

Grimhilde in her apple peddler disguise kicking the dried up pitcher at a skeleton like the thirst that killed the prisoner was a joke (Snow White 1937, and yes the joke itself was lame)

Goin' Bulilit New Year Specials where one of their fat boys is dressed up in a black cloak with the hood on and just turns around, sings the year in a falsetto voice that isn't his while his eyes are all white, then turns back to transition to the other kids making funny “predictions”

the one time Mr. Bean ended with him getting beamed back up

adolescence:

that one girl from Another Cinderella Story who mentioned three songs from The Cure just to lie about the lost and found Zune being hers; to this day I hardly willingly listen to them

The Lorax

Charlie Chaplin walking into the distance at the end of every movie his tramp character is in (there's about 2-3 movies that I really liked in the collection my father bought us and my sisters loved it)

Jawbreaker (especially the recorded “I killed Liz. I killed the teen dream. Deal with it.” looping at the end; it's not supposed to be horror but yikes)

„Last Friday Night“ by Katy Perry

prom night as a concept

Awake, aka Hayden Christensen undergoing heart surgery

currently:

Jose Mari Chan pre-Christmas memes, before September (I have seen this man in person just last year and he's quite nice and I'm still crept out by the memes in spite of it all)

the idea of my hair matting

the lie about the Tallano gold

job hunting in general

Grimes (I'll understand one day but not now)

the Oblation statue because apparently if a student takes a selfie with it, they wouldn't graduate on time

love

what is the lamest thing that ever genuinely scared you like either as a kid or adult. i got scared of those halloween cartoon scooby doo ass eye stickers ppl put on mirrors when i was 9 and screamed so hard i fainted

[starwrittenfates]

❝ It doesn't matter that they won't remember me. What matters is I helped. ❞

↳ 𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂 — To be discussed

↳ 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 — Any DA muses and OCs

↳ NOTE: By default, my portrayal of Cole on here follows his route of sticking as a Spirit of Compassion instead of following the human route. However, I can write him as following the human one if that's what you want or if your world state mentions it.

THREADS || NAVIGATION || STUDY ||

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Cole

NAME MEANING: (He took his name from the dead Apostate named Cole

NICKNAMES/TITLES: Ghost of the Spire, Spirit of Compassion, Kid (by Varric and Iron Bull)

AGE + DOB: 20s / Unknown

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male - He/Him

ORIENTATION: Pansexual Panromantic

SPECIES / CLASS / SPECIALIZATION: Spirit of Compassion / Rogue / Assassin

OCCUPATION: Spirit of Compassion, Member of the Inquisition, Helping People

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: TBA

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

EYE COLOR: Blue

SCARS:

OTHER REMARKABLE FEATURES: TBA

BACKGROUND.

BIRTHPLACE: The Fade?

CURRENT HOME: Verse Dependent

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Spirit of Compassion

LANGUAGES: Common (he's a mind reader too)

PARENTS: N/A

SIBLINGS: N/A

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Dependent

CHILDREN: N/A

OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS: N/A

PSYCHOLOGY/MIND.

MYERS-BRIGGS: INFP - The Mediator

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 2 - The Helper

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

CHARACTER TRAITS: Empathetic, Sympathetic, Caring, Venegeful, Guilty, Honest,

LIKES: Helping Others, Animals

DISLIKES: Grey Wardens, Imprisonment

FEARS & PHOBIAS: Despair & losing his purpose by turning into a demon because of it

WISHES & DREAMS: To help others

CHARACTER TROPES: All Loving-Hero, Angst, Anti-Hero, Ass Shove, The Atoner, Badass Boast, Become a Real Boy, Been There Shaped History, Beware the Nice Ones, Big Brother Instinct, Bizarre Alien Senses, But Now I Must Go, Cannot Tell a Joke, Chaste Hero, Character Development, Child of Two Worlds, Cloudcuckoolander, The Cuckoolander Was Right, Comically Missing the Point, Creepy Blue Eyes, Creepy Good, Creepy Shadowed Undereyes, Dead Person Impersonation, Despair Event Horizon, Determinator, Devious Daggers, Dirty Mind Reading, Discard and Draw, Dual Wielding, Easily Forgiven, The Empath, Even the Loving Hero Has Hated Ones, Expy, Fate Worse Than Death, Foreshadowing, Foil, Freak Out, Ghost Amnesia, Guardian Angel, Hair of Gold Heart of Gold, Heart is an Awesome Power, I Was Never Here, Innocently Insensitive, 

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

TELEPATHY --- (as a Spirit of Compassion, able to read thoughts and emotions of those who need help. Can also make them forget him.)

MISC.

Cole is driven by, and feels, other peoples' Angst and is thus compelled to act to end it. However, he says that feeling it doesn't have a demoralizing effect on him at all; he uses it to help people, and that's it. 

His mind-reading ability is specifically tuned to whether someone is suffering emotionally, and/or whether he can do anything to remedy it. 

Cole can 'hear' and feel magic in ways that surprise the party mages. He approves if the Inquisitor becomes a Rift Mage, as they and Solas remind him of the Fade. He's less fond of Necromancy, as it involves manipulating wisps that might become spirits. He also describes magical whispers as being so loud he can see them, to the Inquisitor's confusion.

Cole's abilities of telepathy and making people forget him are largely harmless, and he even uses them to help people. However, those same abilities can be used in battle to make him a scarily effective assassin.

PERSONALITY IN DEPTH.

Cole approves of those who go out of their way to help the helpless or the hurt. He approves of killing or punishing those who hurt people. Allow him to help but do not condone his past of killing mages nor asserting to stop him if he kills innocents as that will net disapproval. Be wary of imprisoning people in your judgments as that also nets disapproval.

A few side quests in the Hinterlands and the Exalted Plains where you help people in dire circumstances gains him moderate approval whether he is in the party or not. However, there are several instances that will yield Cole Greatly Approves:

Ally with Mages

Disband Templars

 Tell Cole to "give him a chance" when talking about the injured man in agony.

Exile the Grey Wardens

Convince all three leaders to have a public truce and work for the betterment of Orlais or reunite Briala with Celene.

Ally with Abelas and the Sentinels if Cole is in the party during the quest.

Expressing intent to rescue Solas rather than kill him.

BACKSTORY.

Cole is a unique entity, described as being caught somewhere between the realm of the Fade and the real world. He is a spirit, though there are some who believe that he may be some sort of demon pretending to be human. Cole himself is unsure of what exactly he is, and his unique set of abilities are unprecedented. Cole also has the uncanny ability to sense people who are in pain. He uses this ability to find people in the most painful moment of their lives and offers them comfort without hesitation, judgement, or expectation of thanks. He is searching for his place in the world; an ally to those who wish to help others.

Prior to his death, the mage formerly known as Cole was an apostate that befriended a spirit of compassion. When Cole was around twelve years old, his father attempted to kill him, as he had Cole's mother, for having "evil" in him. Cole hid with his younger sister Bunny, and accidentally killed her while trying to keep her quiet. Cole later killed his father by sinking a dagger into his heart. The dagger had originally belonged to his mother, the only piece of the wilder folk she'd kept.

The templars arrested Cole after the deaths of his family, and placed him in the dungeons of the White Spire, as is customary for young mages who have deliberately caused injury or death to others. The spirit would later recall that his human counterpart suffered beatings and "worse than beatings" from templars.

While an inquiry was supposed to follow his arrest, a new templar filled out the paperwork incorrectly, which resulted in Cole being placed in one of the most remote cells and forgotten. He eventually starved to death. As Knight-Commander Laroche deemed Cole "a possessed abomination waiting to happen" and the templar responsible sufficiently racked with guilt, he decided against punishing the templar and instead erased all records of Cole's existence. Unable to help the young man, the spirit instead became him, gaining his personality and memories upon his death and becoming corporeal in the process.

DRAGON AGE: ASUNDER

Cole is first encountered as the Ghost of the Spire. No one can see or remember him—none save Rhys, who goes on to form a friendship with the young man over the course of a year. Cole is also the murderer who has been stalking the corridors of the Spire, granting apprentices and newly-arrived mages a swift end rather than the eventual prospect of Tranquility or execution by the Templars. He does these so-called mercy killings because those who wish for death or are about to die are the only ones who can see and "remember" him.

Before Rhys, Wynne, Evangeline and Adrian leave for Adamant Fortress, Cole overhears Evangeline's conversation with Lord Seeker Lambert, who orders her to kill the mages should they discover that the Rite of Tranquility can be reversed. Worried, Cole follows the group in an attempt to warn Rhys and keep him safe. While in Adamant, the group, including Cole, are drawn into the Fade and face various nightmares—one of which is a memory of Cole's. It reveals that Cole came from a very poor family with a violently abusive father who thought his son cursed for having magic and tried to kill him. It is later revealed that Cole eventually killed his father. Some time after this, the Templars found him and brought him to the Spire.

The group escapes the Fade and manages to free Pharamond from the demonic possession. They leave Adamant with the knowledge that it's possible to reverse the Rite of Tranquility. On the way back to Val Royeaux, Pharamond has to be repeatedly reintroduced to Cole due to the latter's ability to make people forget him. Pharamond takes interest in Cole and speculates that he's a hedge mage, though Cole denies any ability to do magic. Pharamond explains the concept of "arcanist derangement", thinking that it might be applicable to Cole.

After Rhys is imprisoned for the apparent murder of Pharamond, everyone suspects Cole to be the culprit. However, when confronted by Wynne and Evangeline, Cole reveals that although Pharamond begged him for death, he refused. Cole then joins Leliana in storming the Spire's cells and freeing the imprisoned mages. Cole goes to locate Rhys and frees him. They attempt to escape the Spire through the sewers, but are discovered by Lambert. Lambert reveals he used Rhys' phylactery, which he had kept on his person to prevent it from being destroyed. Cole tries to murder Lambert, but the Lord Seeker is able to disrupt Cole's invisibility using the Litany of Adralla, revealing that Cole is in fact a spirit or demon with the ability to keep people from remembering him, or even noticing him at all. The Lord Seeker relentlessly assaults Cole, accusing him of using Rhys to commit murder. Cole slowly realizes that Lambert is correct about what he is, and with that knowledge, fades away.

After Lambert has dictated a letter, declaring the independence of the Templars and Seekers from Chantry oversight, he retires to his quarters for the evening but finds himself confronted by Cole with a dagger to his throat. The Lord Seeker is surprised, but Cole explains that there was in fact a human mage named Cole who had been brought to the dungeons of the Spire and was subsequently forgotten and left to starve by the Templars. His cries had attracted the spirit now posing as Cole, who had stayed with him to console him until the very end. Lambert demands to know what Cole wants, to which Cole replies to Lord Seeker Lambert that he wants him to "look into [his] eyes", the same thing he told all his victims before killing them.

DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION

When you first get to Skyhold he will be down in the bottom courtyard. It is also here where a small cut scene will take place, where Cole is sensing the pain of a dying soldier. The Inquisitor has the option to allow Cole to grant the man peace by death, or to tell Cole to let the man try and recover.

After this Cole moves to the upstairs in the tavern. Cole begins doing odd things around Skyhold, such as burning turnips or hoarding daggers.

After the Inquisition confront the Grey Wardens at the Adament Fortress, Cole begs Solas to bind him in order to prevent him from being controlled like the demons. Solas initially refuses and the Inquisitor can go to retrieve an amulet which can prevent spirits from being controlled, even through blood magic. Once the amulet is retrieved, Solas finds that something is blocking its magic from effecting Cole.

Cole senses the location of the thing preventing amulet from working. The Inquisitor, Cole, Solas, and Varric Tethras go to the location to find the Templar that left the original "Cole" to die in the cell at the White Spire. Cole goes into a rage and attacks the Templar, chasing him away. Solas suggests Cole embrace his essence as a spirit of compassion and forgive the Templar, while Varric suggests Cole to face his offender head on and come to terms with what happened.

If the Inquisitor chooses to have Cole forgive the Templar, Solas and Cole confront the Templar and Solas advises Cole to feel the Templar's regret for his actions. Cole accepts himself as a spirit of compassion and the amulet works so he can never be bond or controlled by others. He feels everyone's pain but he can approach them, unseen and whisper words to them to ease their pain.

If the Inquisitor sides with Varric, Varric and Cole confront the Templar and Varric gives Bianca to Cole to kill the Templar. Cole points the weapon at the Templar but chooses to spare the Templar. Solas says the amulet will never work on Cole and Varric insists it is because Cole is now more human and is no longer vulnerable to being controlled because of it. Cole can still feel people's pain, but he could now be seen and remembered by people and begins to feel things he had never felt prior.

Trespasser

Two years after Corypheus' defeat, the Inquisitor can meet Cole before meeting the Exalted Council after he subtly has an Orlesian noble relinquish his table so that a bird may feast on his left over bread crumbs. He then joins the Inquisitor as a companion as they uncover a Qunari plot in the midst of Exalted Council's negotiations with the Inquisition.

Cole is more human

If Cole was made more Human, it is revealed that he and Maryden Halewell have become a couple, and in the end, the two will travel together across Thedas, where Cole and Maryden work together to ease the pain of many people.

Cole is more of a spirit

If Cole was made more Spirit, he will subtly play matchmaker between Maryden Halewell and Krem (if the Chargers are alive) or Zither (if the Chargers are dead).

In the end, Cole will return to the Fade because he senses that will be where he will be most needed to ease pain as a Spirit of Compassion, but he promises his friends in the Inquisition will not forget him.