#gaius blood moon

[gamingtrashbasin]

Gaius should just buy, have it fixed up and gift it to them honestly - it'd be on brand for his creepy obsession with them 💀

If the pack was renting the warehouse, what uh happened with that after rental agreement post Blackwell's uhhh free demolition service? I'm guessing they didn't get their deposit back 💀 do they still live at the warehouse? have they fixed it up or moved somewhere else? PLEASE tell me if they stayed that they have proper walls and a better kitchen and bathroom situation eventually 😭

I actually go back and forth on this.

Part of me thinks they'd have moved on. Vampires now know the werewolves' den and that's not really a great thing... and there are other nearby locations that could've been converted to house a bunch of werewolves.

But another part of me thinks that the werewolves know they'll be discovered wherever they are (it's not hard for humans to spy on them) and they've made a stand here now.

Also, I'm still not over the werewolves living in a warehouse pun. I doubt I'll ever be over it.

So... I dunno. If they're still in the city, they might still be in that warehouse (post renovations), or they might be somewhere else.

[justaz]

thinkin…………..arthur gets injured and is being treated by gaius and merlin but he’s awake and gets to see firsthand this competent and serious merlin that meets his gaze constantly and arthur notices the fear and terror in his eyes that he forces back to heal him. thinkin…….merlin being his nurse while he heals and not leaving his bedside in fear of infections settling in while he’s gone and loosing arthur in such a simple way. arthur constantly wakes to a hand carding thru his hair or caressing his cheeks. thinkin………….merlin holding arthur’s head in his lap as he spoon feeds him broth. gaius rolling his eyes and leaving the room bc he and merlin and arthur all know he can sit up and feed himself but merlin leaves his fingers on arthur’s pulse and breathes in sync with him while arthur stares up at him like he hung the moon and the stars and carries the air into his lungs and squeezes his heart to pump his blood.

[zenosanalytic]

#blood of eden Moon Truthers(via @clonerightsagenda)

specialagentartemis "John accidentally broke the mon and when he resurrected everyone he just decided to not mention it" is the best TLT theory I didn't know I needed

Fucked up, couldn't fix it, so decided to wipe everyone's minds and gaslight them about it for 10,000 years is his MO in all things. Why not also 'accidentally exploded the moon'.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (49)

*When the Mentors lied about their Tributes’ skills on LIVE TV*

Lepidus: Welcome back to the ✨Table Talk✨! I’m your host, Lepidus Malmsey-

Casca: Booooo!

Lepidus: Ugh. Who let Highbottom sit with the audience again?

Felix: Just ignore him.

Lepidus: And why does your school want me to do another round of interviews?

Vipsania: To gain more sponsors-

Gaius: For money.

Hilarius: We love money.

Coryo: I need money.

Sejanus: To proclaim my undying love to my Coryo-

Coryo: Not now, Babe.

Sejanus: But-

Coryo: I’ll give you a kiss if you shut up.

Sejanus: Can you kiss me now-

Casca: Booooo! Get a room-

Felix: Back to you, Malmsey!

Lepidus: Um- okay. So here we are again with our favorite Mentors-

Festus: Yo, Leppy! Leppy, why do I have to wear this stupid paper bag?

Lepidus: It’s Lepidus.😑 And your Class President was the one who asked me to cover your face.

Festus: Why?!😫

Felix: Creed, just wear the bag.

Coryo: That’s what you get after you forced us to bail you out from juvenile jail, Bestie~.😊

Festus: I did nothing wrong-

Coryo: You trespassed and dumpster dived on private property.

Festus: I did not!

Felix: The President of Panem would disagree.

Festus: But I’m not even a fugitive!

Lysistrata: Not yet~.☺️

Festus: But-

Felix: Lepidus, please continue.

Lepidus: So my first question is for-

Livia: Just spit it out, Leppy. We don’t have all day.🙄

Juno: Yeah~. I even have an important appointment with my chiropractor after this.

Lepidus: Fine.😞 What are your Tribute’s strengths and weaknesses?

Livia: Excuse me?! Weaknesses?! That’s incorrect. My new bestie from ✨District One✨ doesn’t have weaknesses.🙄💅

Lepidus: That’s impossible-

Livia: Facet with his tasset can even stop a freaking bullet just by looking at it.

Lepidus: That’s a lie-

Livia: I’ve seen him do it before, Leppy~.

Palmyra: Just one bullet? That’s so lame, Livia. Velvereen the Wolverine can melt bullets and spit acid.😌

Vipsania: Ha! Both of your Tributes are nothing compared to mine. My Tribute, Treech the Leech can suck your blood out in seconds.

Pup: Well, my Tribute, Lamina with her stamina can drown anyone with just her salty tears.

Apollo: Bro, shut up. My Tribute, Otto from the Grotto can kill a grown man with just one punch.

Diana: Just one punch? My Tribute, Ginnee Houdini can turn you all into dust-

Juno: That’s so unoriginal, Ring. My Tribute, Bobby-

Hilarius: Bobbin.

Juno: Bobby Corn Poppy can lift a thousand grown grizzly bears with just one arm!

Hilarius: But my Wovey with just one knee can make you run for your money!

Gaius: You be lying, Hilari! My Tribute, Panlo with his hands low can kick all of your asses!

Androcles: That’s all you’ve got, bro?! My Tribute, Sheaf the Chief can strangle you with her eyes!

Io: Andie, stop with your nonsense! My Tribute, Circ with his quirk can fly you to the moon and back!

Urban: That’s all?! My Teslee from Mississippi can break a giant’s neck with her thighs!

Persephone: Do better, Urban! My Mizzen The Gremlin can break your bones with just using his zen!

Festus: Lol. My Tribute, Coral No Morals can knock you all out with just her profanities!

Dennis: Creed, sit down! My Hy So High can fly faster than a fly!

Iphigenia: Suck it, Dennis! Sol Aerosol can burn you all with just her sweat!

Domitia: Lame! My Tanner with a hanger moves faster than a spider!

Arachne: That’s just so and so! My Tribute, Brandy Sharp Candy will slice you to bits!

Clemensia: Little Crane is just jealous because Reaper The Sweeper has the strength of a thousand wild zebras.

Felix: And Dill with the drill has the agility of an eel!

Florus: Boring! My Tribute, Sabyn So Keen has the eyes of an eagle, speed of a cheetah, and the strength of a thousand flamingos!

Sejanus: But they won’t stand a chance against my friend, Marcus Spartacus!

Lysistrata: Wrong! My Tribute, Jessup with his getup will crush Marcus Spartacus like a bug!

Coryo: But they will all surrender to Lucy Gray and her army of Mockingjays!

Everyone:. . .

Festus: What’s a mockingjay?

Lepidus: What the duck and buck are you guys even saying?!😫

*Meanwhile, at the Zoo*

Lucy Gray: Sheaf the Chief-

Sheaf: Don’t even start, Baird.

Lucy Gray: But-

Sheaf: Do you want me to strangle you with my eyes?

Lucy Gray: Nevermind.😞

[dualcastimpact]

the tale overflows (it carries your light out to sea)

to be known is to be loved; (and so eternally beloved you become)

Happy nameday, Raginmar!

More context about each character and their relationship with Raginmar below the cut.

L'vazha Tia and Canso Lechanteur

Members of Viatgers Vuit, an adventuring party consisting of Raginmar and his closest companions. Raginmar and L'vazha are both rogues affiliated with the Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss (with L'vazha having extensive reach in the shadows beyond that), while Raginmar and Canso both stood against the Garlean Empire at one point in their past (and paid dearly for it). While their histories and personalities vary greatly – Raginmar is a near-unflappable veteran soldier with quiet, cutting wit; L'vazha is a lord in the criminal underworld masquerading as a friendly, jovial merchant; and Canso is a beguilingly charming former Imperial prisoner–turned–adventurer – the ruthless and cold-blooded pragmatism they all share sets them apart from the rest of the party.

Viatgers Vuit are no strangers to killing. These men murder.

Adricienne Brookes

Member of Viatgers Vuit. Currently a postmaster affiliated with the Delivery Moogles, Adricienne was briefly a Scion of the Seventh Dawn before setting out to become an adventurer on her own terms. Joining Raginmar in delving into the mysteries of Haukke Manor was what inspired her to leave Gridania to see the world for herself – a decision that has literally broadened her horizons and taken her across the borders of Eorzea and to all corners of the known world, and eventually reconnected her with her long-lost father.

Regissant Aujouerre and Niko Maimhov

Unaffiliated with Viatgers Vuit, Regissant and Niko are a duo of adventurers who cross paths with Raginmar frequently, beginning from their first adventuring job with Gridania's Carline Canopy, forming a party to investigate the Tam-Tara Deepcroft. Being a Highlander, a Duskwight and a Keeper of the Moon respectively, the trio faced significant prejudice from the Gridanian healer in their party who eventually abandoned them midway through battling the cultists cloistered within the deepcroft – surviving the ordeal fostered a deep bond between them that lasted over years of infrequent meetings in taverns and adventurer guild halls. Similar to Adricienne, it was Raginmar who encouraged the two to leave Gridania and free themselves from the city-state's deeply prejudiced societal shackles, and they have now made a name for themselves across Eorzea and beyond.

Fionn Airgetlam

Member of the Lemures, a Garlean order dedicated to protecting and supporting Garlean refugees in Eorzea. Fionn is technically one such refugee, having been created as a warmachina as part of the VIIth Imperial Legion's Weapon project – only scaled down to the size of a man and possessing of the Warrior of Light's combat data. Despite the nature of its creation, the warmachina developed sentience and chose to flee his creators, eventually finding himself in Ul'dah where he came face-to-face with the very man he was created to destroy.

He had expected death from the Warrior of Light. He had not expected compassion; it was his extremely timely intervention that saved Fionn and fellow Lemure Arnegis from near-certain death. Raginmar would later outfit Fionn with a new arm, replacing the one that had been destroyed in his fight against the voidsent Orcus, and assist him with gaining entry into the abandoned keep of Dusk Vigil to rescue his mentor Drusilla.

(in another timeline, it would be through his first-hand knowledge of the Weapons project that Raginmar could save Gaius' children from perishing in battle and eventually save Alfonse Baelsar from complete subsummation into the Diamond Weapon)

Marzanna Branmirasch and Sasariku Nonoriku

Members of Viatgers Vuit. Originally an independent duo of adventurers, Marzanna and Sasariku became part of the party after joining a number of them on a primal-dispatching quest. It would not be after many adventures moons later that they would learn of Marzanna's past as an Imperial scientist and engineer responsible for the horrific deaths of Raginmar's subordinates over ten years ago. Despite the revelation that nearly tore the party apart, Sasariku stood by his friend and first adventuring partner until the very end – to a resolution that only Raginmar and Marzanna know. Their history remains unknown to the others even now.

Marzanna's scene only shows her (stand-in model's) tail because the female Hrothgar is still unreleased in-game as of the creation of this post; maybe one day I'll remake this once Dawntrail releases.

Kirika Kagutsuchi and Hyllizirn Ahldachtwyn

Members of Viatgers Vuit – the very first members, in fact: Kirika, Hyllizirn, L'vazha and Raginmar were the initial four members of what would eventually become one of Eorzea's finest adventuring parties, although they began their journey simply as a way to make ends meet in a strange new land. Throughout their adventures, Raginmar remained their steadfast pillar of unwavering support – from guild quests to journeys of self-discovery, internal conflicts and reclamations of honour, there is nobody the Viatgers Vuit trust with their lives more that him.

[staysaneathome]

Okay so because this won’t leave my brain, have a weird, tentative, not-quite canonical in any sense timeline:

Bad end of Wolf 359. Pryce and Cutter get the Dear Listeners’ cloning technology and secure the way for humanity’s domination amongst the stars

In response, Goddard Futuristics pulls funding for Dr. John Geistman’s cryotechnology development. After all, who needs to worry about the future of humanity if you’ve guaranteed your corporate survival? Sure, you’ll bring a few of them along as “citizen-employees”, but there’s new markets to conquer among the stars! Forget the sad kiwi, it’s time to diversify services!

And then Dr. John Geistman goes and develops inexplicable necromantic abilities. Hm.

Pryce and Cutter try to have him arrested, secreted away to the states, but the man makes a flesh fortress out of cows, of all things! And then is recruited by the U.S. government to have the sitting president reanimated after the president’s “accident”!

But Pryce and Cutter have excellent PR people, and you can’t survive the cold recesses of space if you can’t adapt! It turns out their corporate “rivals” have the same idea: the weird necromancer can say what he wants about “saving the Earth”, but it turns out that no one really wants to listen after being reminded of what he did to those cows! And those policemen. And the cult he’s steadily amassing.

All told, it’s easier than it feels like it should be to escape the rapidly failing Earth with all of Goddard Futuristic’s vital employees, plus a few lucky relevant non-employee participants (Dr. Geistman has some cousins that Pryce is most interested in seeing if she can awaken any latent wizardry in, see if their children can inherit anything—Warren Kepler is her reluctant lab rat in this). Really, blasting off to space with all the other multitrillionaires is almost boringly simple!

Dr. John Geistman somehow killing the entire planet, ascending to godhood, and destroying every other planet in his way to stop them escaping in an act of spiteful vengeance is the only interesting part of the whole ordeal! And sure one of the twelve ships gets slightly damaged and can’t make it the whole journey.

But Pryce and Cutter have decades of experience in cheating death. This academic can’t even make them break a sweat.

(The unfortunate denizens of this twelfth vessel attempt to soldier on and create civilization anew on the planets they do reach. When the Empire of the Necrolord Prime, the renamed John Gaius, retaliates by killing these planets, they get a bit testy. The descendants of the survivors form the rebellion group the Blood of Eden.)

The eleven ships set up shop several hundred galaxies away. This becomes the Corporation Rim, which warns its inhabitants to not expand too far for fear of “alien” (really necromantic human) remnants.

Goddard Futuristics, with the help of the Dear Listeners’ cloning technology and Pryce’s advances in AI, rebrand as Stellar Firma Ltd. and begin making and selling planets. Pryce and Cutter remain the shadow-rulers behind the all-powerful Board.

Their business rivals on the other six ships set up their own corporations, beginning to set up colonies for mining and contractually -obligated labor. Some of those colonies get lost in the violent in-fighting between these lesser controlled companies which constantly devolve and are reborn anew. Those abandoned colonies form their own governments and societies opposed to those of the Corporation Rim. These are much more successful, and even propagate higher learning and better infrastructure.

In order to keep up with the competition over this new source of income and potential exploitation, the Corporation Rim kickstarts the development of Security Units within their companies, with inbuilt monitoring to data mine their new clients.

Pryce and Cutter meet an untimely end when they take a party barge to the Pleasure Moon of Quixotic, along with the rest of the Board and their families. Stellar Firma, deprived of the overlords that have guided its course since the twenty first century, is thrown into chaos.

I.M.O.G.E.N., Pryce’s magnum opus, becomes the supercomputer behind Stellar Firma’s operation in constant conflict with Internal Standards. She is in charge of using the Dear Listeners’ technology to combine DNA that’s proven to be receptive to the obedience protocol (Donors include R. Min., D. Jac., D. Eif., and A. Max.) to create clone assistants to design and sales consultants. One of these clones proves to be resistant to this gene. She decides to roll with it.

Years later, a Secunit that managed to hack its governor protocol follows a young human that an Asshole Research Transport AI feels very protective over into a coffee shop run by a clone and one of the most powerful administrative AIs to escape the Corporation Rim…

[lorirwritesfanfic]

What Loss Feels Like

Book: Bloodbound Characters: Lily Spencer, Jax Matsuo, Kamillah Sayeed, Adrian Raines, MC - Samantha (mentioned) Rating: E Word count: 867 Reading time: ~3min Summary: After Samantha's passing, Lily pays a visit to her friend. Based on the prompts: @lilyspencerappreciationweek day 5 - Lily's Friendships/Relationships/Family / @choicesnovchallenge: Dia de Los Muertos

Author’s notes:

Samantha is a creation of this author. The other characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios;

This piece is set between the end of book two and beginning of book three;

I apologize in advance if Lily's characterization seems off. It's been a while since I played Bloodbound.

Warning: This piece contains descriptions of blood and death. Reader discretion is advised.

"No! No! No!" Jax cries out. Hot tears stream down his face torn between anger and pain as he holds Samantha in his arms. 

He isn't alone though. The same pain begins to spread from her chest to her entire body. And it's also on Kamillah's and Adrian's faces as Samantha's blood pools down the floor. A pain so intense, worse than any physical pain she ever had.

"It can't be..." Lily tells herself as she sinks on the floor next to her best friend's body. But reality hits her hard as her pants get soaked by Samantha's blood. The pain somehow grows stronger. 

Her hand touches Samantha's. "She's still warm," she murmurs. But for how long? Who knows... Does it even matter at this point?

While Adrian goes feral trying to punch Gaius's tree and Kamillah holds him back, Lily hears something strange. Using his sword, Jax cuts his arm and holds Samantha’s head towards the gash on his wrist

"Dude, what the hell?!" Lily says as she slaps Jax’s arm.

"She needs my blood. It’s the only way…" Jax mumbles.

"Stop it right now!" Kamillah shouts.

"Jax, stop it! You can't do that!" 

Lily tries to shake him away to no avail.  

Jax ignores everyone else and presses his wounded wrist against Samantha’s parted lips. 

"You don't know if that's what she wants," Kamillah tried to reason.

"I'm not gonna lose her! I can't lose her!" Jax croaks. 

"Let him do it," Adrian says.

Kamillah and Lily look back at Adrian, who somehow seems as calm as usual, despite the bloodshot eyes. One can't even imagine he was furiously kicking a tree a minute ago.

"But we don't know if—"

"She asked me to turn Lily. Maybe she thought about being Turned at some point," Adrian affirms.

Lily looks at Samantha's body as Jax attempts to feed her with his blood. Samantha wanted her to live so badly she got Adrian into a messy fight with the Council. Sam fought tooth and nail for her to be part of a clan. Maybe she would've considered. She just didn't have time to talk about it.

"Keep feeding it," Lily says.

"Not you too..." Kamillah grumbles.

"Maybe she wanted this! She wanted it for me. Why wouldn't she want it for herself?"

"She asked Adrian out of desperation!" Kamillah snaps.

"And so are we!" Lily wails.

Kamillah turns away as she discreetly wipes a tear from her cheek with one finger then says. "Fine."

Two days later

A crescent moon lights up the graveyard as Lily walks calmly towards Samantha's grave carrying a vase of flowers and a large bag. She doesn't know anything about how Samantha wanted to be buried. It never crossed their minds to talk about such things, but Samantha certainly would appreciate having her favorite flowers on her grave.

"Hey, bestie..." Lily smiles ruefully as she puts down the vase and sits. "I brought you some violets."

Taking a trowel out of the bag, she starts digging a small hole on the floor and takes the flowers off the vase.

"I know what you're thinking, but I did my research on gardening. I know what I'm doing." 

Taking a small box of fertilizer from the bag, she opens the box, mixes it with the sand then places the flower roots on the small hole.

"I don't know if this is what you wanted, but you like violets. It's gonna look nice, right?" She says, covering the flower roots with her hands and using a small watering can to water the soil.

"We never talked about this stuff. We barely had time to talk about normal stuff lately..." Lily looks down as she washes her hands. "But we should have, you know? We should have talked about death, bucket lists, final wishes, memorials... We should have!"

Her eyes well up as she looks at Samantha's picture. "Maybe then I would know if you wanted to be Turned."

A gentle breeze brushes her skin as she collects herself. "Jax tried, but we don't know if it worked. That's killing him. He's a mess, by the way. Adrian and him are emptying Raines Corp drink supply. You'd hate it to see them like this." 

"Kamillah said Turning takes time, that we have to wait a while... But the waiting is just..." Lily shakes her head as she cries once again.

"It shouldn't have been you... I don't know how much it'd hurt to lose anyone else, but... Would it be this painful?" Lily croaks. "It hurts so much, bestie..."

As she cries out, the wind blows stronger, rustling the leaves. A sweet yet spicy smell seeps through the hair, as though it rustled some flowers nearby or somebody sprayed perfume in the air. The scent kind of reminds her of Samantha.

A few minutes pass by until she finally calms down, finding some comfort in the silence of the night and in the smell. 

"Well... That's pretty much it. We're all a mess. Everything is a mess. I don't know what's going to happen next. But I'll keep fighting with the gang. We'll fix this. For you."

Lily then stands up, cleans up the dirt from her pants and gathers everything, placing it back in the plastic bag. 

"I hope you do wake up eventually. Luckily, not as a feral." She crosses her fingers. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting." She then smiles at Samantha's picture on the grave. "Good night, bestie."

With that, Lily takes the plastic bag and walks away.

[heirbane]

if they had a kid meme + hau’s sibling? or hau themself? idk go nuts \o/

if they had a kid / accepting / @darkflood

Name: Lunayla Fen - a mishmash of of aylagch, the Steppe word for "traveller" or "wanderer," and altaluna, a loanword (origins long forgotten) that the Garleans appropriated to mean "over the moon". Most often the name is chopped into pieces for nicknames. (Gaius made the mistake of saying her fingernails were as small as seeds of fennel when she was but a few days old; as much as Alta loves the name they conjured together, the babe mostly is called Fen as a result, becoming her informal secondary name.)

Gender: born female

General Appearance: Where Hau more heavily leans into his mother's colorings and heritage, Fen is a little more like Gaius. Darker-skinned, hair as brown as coffee, but still with the Hotgo blue eyes... mostly. (Alta is unsure if the gold flecks are Gaius's influence, or Azem's, but they solidify as she ages with a noticeable smudge of the color in one iris.) Her third eye is underdeveloped and usually hidden behind her hair, and some auxiliary horns did sprout from atop her scalp. They are useless, however, and serve little purpose, as she has actual ears, too.

Personality: Where Hau is quiet and prefers to keep to himself, Fen is decidedly a pack animal: specifically, her father's. Hau was often content to simply be against Alta's chest as he grew, finding comfort in her soft-spoken nature and gentle encouragement. Her daughter, however, wishes to be more a shadow, following Gaius about and emulating him as well as she can. Fen is still cautious, much like Hau, but finds bravery in companionship - namely, dragging her brother into trouble along with her.

Special Talents: She has horrific impulse control, and has not quite grown into the maturity to ... second guess her choices yet. She's Godsawful at regular, studied schools of magic, given her flighty, indecisive nature, but has become rather talented with blue magic. (Hitting people with fish doesn't require a mote of concentration, and it's funny besides.)

Who they like better: Gaius. Alta was often coddling Hau, which left one pair of open arms among them. He is quite fond of his little ambitious shadow, even if it does mean having to get the girl out of hot water with Terncliff's merchants on more than one occasion.

Who they take after more: Yes. I think Fen is a lot like what both her parents could have been if they were raised in a healthier, stable environment: Alta, whether she admits to it or not, does have a mischievous streak within her somewhere, and we all know that Gaius does have a noble, soft hearted nature beneath under all his indoctrination. Getting to see their children do as they wish - without becoming an adult before their time, without the blood of family on their hands - and simply enjoy being children is ... probably extremely healing for them both lol

Personal Head canon: If these two aren't twins, I do think having them be only a year and change apart is extremely Them. Bonks Gaius with a rolled up newspaper. USE PROTECTION!!!!! Bonks Alta with a rolled up newspaper. TAKE YOUR MEDICINES!!!!

[sylaurin]

Iskra (eir) Baelsar - Stats and Facts

B A S I C S

Name: Iskra (eir) Baelsar

Nicknames: Kestrel, Anjo de Sangue, Rat

Age: 15(when joining the Empire)/18(when infiltrating Ala Mhigo)/ 28(when leaving the Empire)/50 (as of DT) look she takes care of herself and has good genes

Nameday: 23rd Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon

Race: Hyur Midlander

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual/demisexual

Profession: Spy/Assassin(former), Mercenary

P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S

Hair: Dark Red with highlights, typically kept short off the shoulders.

Eyes: purple

Skin: fair

Tattoos/scars: surgical scar on chest from heart surgery, multiple scars on chest from shrapnel of an IED.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Iskra's Mother and Father (unnamed as of now) were killed by Dalmascan soldiers in the early days of the Garlean invasion of Dalmasca. Later adopted by Gaius van Baelsar.

Siblings: Gaius' collection of wards are regarded as her siblings (including Livia sas Junius) though she isn't very close to them.

Grandparents: None living

Husband: Thiago Sobrevivente

Children: twins Kabniel (daughter) and Kal (son)

In-laws and Other: Kabniel's wives, Alisaie and Sadu, are her daughter in-laws (or will be when the plot gets there lol). [insert Thiago's side of the family here, I haven't developed that far yet]

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: Incredibly skilled hunter and marks-woman, master of infiltration, subterfuge and assassination, preternatural skill with bladed weapons, skilled leather worker.

Hobbies: hunting and camping

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Perceptive; able to read people and situations very well.

Most Negative Trait: Wrathful; if wronged she will give it back ten fold.

L I K E S

Colors: red, purple, green, blue, black

Smells: forest air, crops during harvest, mineral oil, blood, home cooking

Textures: Silk, smooth wood, smooth stone, soft petals, polished steel, leather

Drinks: Hot and Iced tea, coffee, water, sweet red wine, hot chocolate, spirits, beer.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Never

Drinks: socially (and sometimes to forget)

Drugs: Never

Mount Issuance: does not own a personal mount

Been Arrested: [classified]

[reinekes-fox]

Tbh I would die for Gaius, even knowing he doesn’t care.

Idk why but I like this little psycho

Writing Gaius is so weird because I'm never quite sure where to draw the line between 'funny little guy' and 'horrific monster'. I've never had a big bad evil guy also be comedic relief before.

[snowymuses]

Name: Nanamo Ul Namo Alias:: Sultana, Random names Species: Lalafell Height:3'0 Age:21 Birthday: Third Umbral Moon, 28th Sun (6/27) Gender: Female Orientation: Demisexual Hometown: Ul’dah Occupation: Sultana

Physical appearance:

Nanamo Ul Namo is a Dunesfolk Lalafell with pale skin and green eyes. She is fair-skinned, notably more so than most other inhabitants of the city, with only her eyes to distinguish her as a Dunesfolk

Personality:

Nanamo is kind-hearted and generous, and a mindful leader who cares deeply for all of her people. In contrast with the strict material-driven mindset of the ruling class of Ul'dah, Nanamo believes that all of her people, rich and poor alike, deserve fair and equal treatment, and is in favor of a purely democratic government. She is frustrated at her status as a puppet leader and her inability to do much to ease the suffering of her subjects.

Story:

Sultana Nanamo Ul Namo is the Sultana of Ul'dah, the seventeenth in the line of Ul, the royal family of the city-state in Final Fantasy XIV. Though nominally the head of state of Ul'dah, her power is limited by the Syndicate. Most of her influence is due to her right-hand man Flame General Raubahn Aldynn, the head of the Immortal Flames.

A Dunesfolk maid of royal blood, Nanamo Ul Namo came to power at the tender age of five when her father passed. Naturally, none so young could fathom the intricacies of government, and the sultana was relegated to the role of royal puppet.

Despite having ruled for more than a decade and a half, to this day, many dare to accuse her of being little more than a mammet mouthing the Syndicate's words.She is not, however, without her allies. At the age of nine, she surprised the city-state by pardoning Raubahn Aldynn on a whim. As his Coliseum winnings were conferred upon him, the Bull of Ala Mhigo swore an undying oath to serve as the sultana's sword.

When he joined the Syndicate, Raubahn made good on this promise, and remains entirely loyal to Nanamo.Though she is the picture of propriety when sitting the throne, Nanamo is still a maiden of twenty-one years, and has a more playful side. She is known to leave the palace incognito, and take tea and crumpets at the Quicksand.

The Sultana delivers a speech during the Carteneau memorial service, propped on Raubahn's arm. She later presides over the Eorzean Alliance meeting discussing the terms of Gaius van Baelsar's ultimatum (an imperial Legatus of the Garlean Empire on a quest to conquer Eorzea). Though the leaders considered capitulating in light of the struggles following the Calamity, the return of Minfilia and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn convinces them to retaliate against Gaius with Operation Archon.

After Alphinaud pulls strings to arrange an audience for the Doman refugees, Nanamo, Raubahn, and the Syndicate hear Yugiri's testimony. Despite being moved by her plight, Nanamo and Teledji Adeledji cannot sway the other Syndicate members in the face of Lord Lolorito's filibuster, who turn down Yugiri's request for asylum. They later learn that Teledji Adeledji had stirred up unrest in Ul'dah among the other refugees in response to the Domans being turned away. During a confidential meeting with Alphinaud and the Warrior of Light, Nanamo reveals the Carteneau Flats holds a secret–"Omega"–and the Carteneau Reclamation Bill was likely the reason Teledji incited the riots, as a means to get to it. Nanamo Ul Namo holds a meeting with Kan-E-Senna and Admiral Merlwyb about her plans to dissolve the Syndicate. They have the same conversation with the Warrior of Light during the feast after the fall of Vishap, but the Sultana collapses after drinking the wine. When Teledji enters the Royal Chamber and takes notice of her, having secretly laced her wine with a toxin, he claims she has been poisoned and accuses the Warrior of Light and the Scions of regicide.

Lolorito had learned of Teledji's assassination plan and had Nanamo's servant swap the poison with a potent sleeping potion to use the event to remove both the usurper and Raubahn from power. Lolorito gave the antidote to Raubahn.

Nanamo appeared at Ishgard after the fall of King Thordan, declaring Aymeric de Borel the new Archbishop, and that Ishgard is again becoming part of an Eorzean Alliance. From then on, she set her mind forward to rule her people, especially in Raubahn’s absence when he went to Ala Mhigo.

This event did bring the two cities closer than ever, and she often goes back and forth to check on the citizens of both.

Verses: None

[robynmizore]

Redemption Special Halloween Chapter 11:

Give Up to Ghosts

“Someone’s approaching the castle!” the excited whisper woke Takumi from his doze by the fireplace, the scent of his morning tea hitting his nose, and he immediately felt embarrassed. Robyn had told him it would take several days or longer to recover from the severe blood loss, but he didn’t realize just how frustrating it would be, especially with the weakness and shortness of breath he’d kept experiencing. And now there was a potential intruder at the castle. Eyes narrowing, he picked up his bow and moved towards the castle entrance. Weak or not he could still fire an arrow or two if need be. 

“It’s the old man from the village!”

The excited shout piqued his curiosity, and he hurried to the doors, just in time to see the man hand Ricken a guitar, saying 

“Give this to the lovely young lady who sang for our village. Consider it a thank you for defeating Múspell.”

”Y-yes sir!” Ricken responded, and with a nod, the man departed, leaving Ricken gazing in awe. “Awesome!” he gushed as he admired the instrument. “Hey, anyone know where the Summoner is?”

”Beats me. Probably holed up in some place with her books.” Gaius replied, leaning against the wall with a lollipop in his mouth. 

Probably in her room..  Takumi thought with a smile, stepping forward. “I know where she is. I’ll take it to her.”

”Nice to see you looking more lively, Pineapple Longshot.” Gaius grinned slyly as Ricken handed it over. “You had us pretty worried for a bit.”

Takumi felt his cheeks redden, a little surprised. 

“T-thanks..” he managed to mumble, heading for the stairs. 

He hadn’t realized how much the army had actually valued him until he’d gotten hurt. Members he wouldn’t have normally conversed with would check on him from time to time. And then there was Robyn. She had hardly left his side since it had happened. When nightmares woke him, she’d welcome him into her room with tea and mochi, and they’d sit by the warm fire reading books or just talking until the moon was high in the sky and he felt safe enough to sleep. And now he was knocking on her door, grinning ear to ear as he waited. 

“Who’s there?” a soft voice called. 

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

With her consent given, Takumi stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The Summoner’s back was turned, her beautiful long, pink hair cascading down her back, and Takumi couldn’t help but be mesmerized by it for a few moments. 

“Something wrong?” she asked, stacking some papers as he slowly made his way over to her. 

“No. Just brought you a little present.”

”What is it?” She turned, violet eyes lighting up as they fell on the light brown instrument in his hands. “No..”

”Yep. Now you can add music with your singing whenever you want.”

”Takumi, you’re amazing!” she cried, tackling him into a hug. “Oh, thank you!” 

“Whoa!” His heart soared as the prince caught her quickly, chuckling as he barely managed to set the guitar down in time. “Don’t thank me, thank the old man from that village. He dropped it off just now as a thank you.”

”I’d better not let him down then.” she laughed. “I’m going to write so many songs..”

There was a dreamy look in her eyes, and Takumi was opening his mouth to say something when the breath suddenly left his lungs, and a crushing tightness gripped his chest. The Summoner was still talking, but her voice sounded far away, like she was speaking underwater. 

I can’t breathe..!

Panic set in as he gasped desperately in attempt to draw in air, but no matter how many times his lungs heaved, the drowning sensation persisted. 

“Takumi?!”

In his haze of dizziness and terror, he felt the gentle hands on his shoulders, violet eyes staring worriedly into his own, his hand gripping his throat as she asked him if he was alright, but he was too breathless to reply. 

“Sit down, Takumi.”

Her voice was calm and authoritative, easing some of his panic as he shakily complied. He was faintly aware of her leaning over him and the light pressure of her pressing on his wrist, then rustling noises and the cool tip of a medicine vial being pressed against his lips. 

“Drink this.” Robyn whispered encouragingly. 

It tasted like sweet lavender, easing some of the crushing sensation, but his throat still felt constricted, a dry sob leaving his lips. 

“Shh.. it’s okay.”

Soft fingertips dusted across his face, drying his tears.

”It’s just a panic attack, Takumi. I know it’s scary but we’re going to get through this together, okay?” 

His chest and lungs still felt as if someone was squeezing them from the inside, but he trusted Robyn as she removed the scarf from around his neck, exposing a bit of his chest and neck to the cool air in the room as the scent of lavender hit his nose again. 

“Just take a deep breath in and count to four before letting it out. I’m going to apply this to your chest and neck. Breathing it in will help too.” 

Takumi was dimly aware of his heart pounding in his chest as something cool touched his skin. He breathed deeply, only able to hold it for two seconds before releasing, gasping. 

“Try again.” 

Came the calm reply, and he clung to it, able to count to four this time. The relief was immediate, and some of the powerlessness faded. 

“That’s it.. keep going. You’re doing really well Takumi.”

The Summoner finished applying the soothing aromatherapy medicine and put his scarf back on, tucking it in with care as he repeated the exercise over and over until he could breathe normally again, the terrifying tightness and rapidly beating heart dissipating. She cradled him against her, his head resting on her chest as she rubbed small circles into his back. A wave of lightheadedness flooded over him, his eyes half-lidded as his mind tried to process what just happened to him. The word “panic attack” was foreign to him, but whatever it was sounded bad. 

“Are you alright now, Takumi?” Robyn asked gently. 

“Wh-what’s wrong with me?” he rasped. “Am.. am I sick or something?”

”Not exactly.”

The Summoner sat back a bit so she could nestle him more comfortably against her. Takumi curled himself gratefully into her embrace. 

“You experienced an extremely traumatic injury. One that was supposed to be fatal. While your body may be recovered, minus the anemia, your mind may need longer to recover. The severe nightmares probably aren’t helping.”

His mind reeled from the new information, his heart sinking. Cherche had been badly hurt, but she didn’t have similar symptoms. Fjorm had lost her sister, and Robyn herself had experienced many hardships. Yet only he suffered from this ailment. 

“Am I.. broken?” he whispered. 

“Of course not!” the Summoner exclaimed, the shock in her voice adding to the shameful tears that burned under his eyelids. “Why would you think that?”

”Because how will anyone in the army take me seriously now? They’ll be ashamed to have such a weak minded archer who they can’t even rely on because he can’t control his own emotions!”

The words ended in a sob, his eyes flying open with a start when Robyn shifted unexpectedly so she was now face to face with the prince. She took his face into her hands, her violet eyes burning with intensity as she seemed to he staring him down. 

“..Repeat after me.”

”Wh-what?”

”Just do it!”

”O-okay..”

Taken aback by the fierceness of her tone, he hastily agreed.

”You can blame me, shame me, gaslight me, and frame me.”

Perplexed, he hesitantly repeated back

”Y-you can blame me, shame me, gaslight me, and frame me..”

”But I am stronger than you know!”

A faint flush covered his cheeks. 

“B-but I am stronger than you know..”

Her eyes carried such conviction as she went on, like she truly believed in every word that she was saying.

”I’m just like thunder from lightning, more then what’s behind me. And I will never give up to ghosts!”

Takumi felt his confidence waver a bit, but he pressed on for the Summoner’s sake as he forced his voice to remain steady. 

“I’m just like thunder from lightning, more than what’s behind me. And I will never give up to ghosts..”

As he finished speaking, Robyn pulled him into a tight embrace, all the previous tension in his body dissolving quickly as he leaned into her touch. 

“I’ll remind you as many times as I have to, until you can believe it too.” she vowed in a fervent whisper.

”Thank you..” he murmured gratefully. 

A sudden wave of exhaustion hit him, and he sank further into her arms. 

“..Tired?” He nodded. “That’s perfectly normal after a panic attack, plus the meds.” she said, helping the prince to his feet and slipping her arm around his shoulders. 

“Come, let’s get you to your room so you can rest.”

They headed towards his room in an amicable silence, the lavender scent making Takumi feel at ease, a stark contrast to the horrifying panic attack that had gripped him earlier. Robyn had known just what to do, the memory of her patiently walking him through it warming his heart as he lay down in his bed, Robyn closing the door softly behind him. He was already drifting off as he felt the soft blanket covering him. 

“You should be alright now, but if it happens again, come and get me okay? I won’t let you feel alone in this.” 

Takumi nodded, a faint smile gracing his lips as he fell into a deep, peaceful slumber. 

Poor Takumi.. Robyn thought as she sat down on her bed.

The troubled young man already had enough to deal with without the added stress of a health issue no one else in the army seemed to have. It was only due to the strange knowledge that she somehow retained from her past life that she had even known what to do. 

This war really is taking a toll on everyone.. she mused with a frustrated sigh. How long before the entire army is plagued with mental health issues?

Moving to her favorite view by the window, she rested her chin on her arms, closing her eyes to savor the cool fall breeze that washed over her, the cool, crisp scent of fall leaves hitting her nose. It intertwined with the scent of the fire, making the Summoner feel oddly nostalgic. 

“That’s it!” she exclaimed out loud. “I know exactly what everyone needs!”

Throwing up her hood, Robyn shot out of her room at a speed that would make one think the Emblian army must be chasing after her.

”..You want to have a fall festival..?” Startled, Alfonse set down his papers. “While I’m not against it.. where is this coming from? You’re not usually one for social events.”

”I thought it may benefit the army.” Robyn responded calmly. “Like the beach trip. The war has taken a massive toll on the army. And we never know what the next battles may bring. It would do well to improve everyone’s morale.”

”And it would be great way for the heroes to bond.” Sharena exclaimed , clasping her hands together as she gave her brother a pleading look. 

Alfonse looked thoughtful, but Commander Anna was frowning. 

“How.. much is this going to cost?” she asked uneasily. 

“We can invite the villagers and sell food at stands to cover the cost.” Robyn countered, and the red head’s eyes immediately lit up. 

“I’m in!” she beamed, and Alfonse chuckled.

”Alright alright.” he relented. “We’ll have a fall festival. 

“Yes!” Sharena whooped. 

Robyn hurried through the castle halls, her cloak breezing out behind her. The previously quiet castle was now bustling with life as the heroes excitedly helped to set up the fall festival on the castle grounds outside. Luckily, her and Takumi’s hall was still quiet so the prince wouldn’t be disturbed by the noise.

Takumi’s in for a wonderful surprise when he wakes up! she thought excitedly. 

The wheels in the tactical Summoner’s mind were now spinning full force, and she already knew what she wanted to do for the festival. The guitar was in the same spot where Takumi had set it, as if waiting for her. It felt all too natural as humming, she picked it up and turned towards the parchment and quills sitting on her desk.

”Nnn..” Takumi sat up slowly in the bed, glancing outside. It’s late afternoon.. he mused with a sigh.

He was tired of sleeping, and longed to be wandering the lush archery fields training. Takumi stood up carefully, catching the sight of his face in the mirror. The color was back in his cheeks, his hazel eyes shimmering back at him in the setting sunlight. While he didn’t have his full energy back, he felt more like himself than he’d ever felt since being injured.

Maybe a bit of training couldn’t hurt.. Takumi thought as he picked up his Fujin Yumi. 

His hands no longer shook as they gripped the heavy bow, and the calming scent of lavender that lingered on his scarf made him smile, a flush creeping up his cheeks as it reminded him of the gentle way the Summoner had cared for him. He wasn’t used to being cared for like this, but it wasn’t unwelcome either. The Hoshidan prince’s hair swayed gently against his back as he made his way down downstairs with purpose, surprised to see how busy the castle suddenly was. Was there an invasion?

No..

The heroes were far too cheerful for that. As Takumi rounded the corner, he barely stopped in time before almost crashing into the Summoner herself. She spun around, her lips parting when she caught sight of him. 

”O-oh.. Takumi.. y-you’re awake already?”

”Y-yes..” he frowned. “Am I supposed to still be asleep?”

The Summoner seemed uncharacteristically nervous as she suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him back upstairs. 

“H-hey now!” he protested as he was pulled along. 

“I need you to come back to your room real quick!” she fired back, only adding to his bewilderment. 

“Why?” he inquired suspiciously as they halted in front of his door.

”I need you to change into something nice! Right away!”

Takumi blushed profusely at her forwardness as he stammered 

“R-right here?!”

”N-no, dummy! I meant in your room! Now no more questions! Just do it!”

”Wha-“

Anymore protests he could have made were silenced immediately as he was thrust into his room, the door promptly closing behind him, Robyn’s footsteps retreating down the hall as she called

”Come downstairs when you’re done!”

What..

The prince stood in the middle of his room in a stunned stupor for a few moments before he turned his gaze to the wardrobe.

”I guess.. I’d better do as she says?”

She’d told him to dress in fall themed attire.. whatever that meant. Takumi wasn’t even sure he had anything like that, feeling slightly homesick. In Hoshido, for special occasions, Oboro had always chosen his outfits for him, and always knew just how to make him look his best. He wished his retainers were here. 

What, can’t manage without your retainers? his thoughts jeered, making the Hoshidan grit his teeth. I can do it too!

He rummaged furiously through the outfits, his eyes landing on a teal kimono with shimmering gold leaves on the sleeves and bottom, and hair ties to match. He grinned. 

Perfect. 

He knew Oboro would approve too. It was a bit difficult to put on by himself, but the prince was determined to not have to ask for help. As he finished fastening the hair ties into place, his eyes stole to the mirror, widening slightly. 

Whoa.. I actually look pretty nice! he thought. 

Having dealt with too much war already in his lifetime, he rarely had the chance to dress up, and his smile only grew as he descended the stairs, Robyn doing a double take when she caught sight of his attire.

”Do.. do you like it?” he asked hesitantly as a shy blush crept up his neck. 

“Y-you look nice.” she murmured, then offered her hand. 

“So.. what exactly are we doing?” Takumi asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer as he accepted her hand and she led the way to the castle doors. 

Robyn paused for a moment, her hand resting on the knob and a small smile on her lips as she glanced back at him. 

“Just a little thank you.. for you and everyone in the Order of Heroes!”

As she finished speaking, she opened the doors, and Takumi gasped in disbelief at the sight that greeted him. The entire courtyard was lined with food stands and decorations, the sky lit by the lanterns that were strung from the tops of stands and the trees. Villagers and heroes alike frolicked amongst the stands, and the soothing music from bards filled the air. It was truly an enchanting sight, so much so that he wondered if he was dreaming. 

“A.. a fall festival?”

”Isn’t it great?” Sharena’s excited voice sounded beside them, donning a wolf costume. “It was Robyn’s idea. She said it would be good for the army’s morale.”

Giggling, she skipped off to greet Gaius, who was lingering one of the dessert stands. 

“Wait.. you did this?” Takumi exclaimed, taking it all in. 

Robyn lowered her head a bit, seeming sheepish.

”I.. I really wanted to do something nice for you. As a thank you for everything you’ve done for this army, and for me. Plus.. after what happened in Múspell, you deserved a chance to just relax for a night and not worry about anything. And since it’s fall, I thought a fall festival would be perfect!”

All of this.. for me?!

It was almost enough to make him cry as Takumi gazed at her, speechless and touched. No one in his life had ever done something like this for him. As of on cue, before the tears could fall, Robyn excitedly grabbed his hand. 

“Come on, don’t just stand there! Let’s seize the moment! You never know if we’ll get a night like this again!”

”A-alright, alright, I’m coming!” he chuckled, letting himself be pulled along. “Where to first?”

”Fan making!” the Summoner said proudly, skidding to a halt in front of a stand. Intricate fans hung from the top, the stand covered in parchment quills, and other decorative supplies. Other heroes and villagers were gathered at the tables, decorating their fans. 

“I thought you’d appreciate some Hoshidan style food and activities.” she explained as they grabbed some fabric, parchment, and other materials and sat down at one of the tables. 

“Th-thank you..” he managed to say, taking in the breathtaking atmosphere, then turned to study the materials in front of him. “Um..so what kind of fan are you going to make?”

”Hm..”

Robyn seemed to be considering carefully, pausing on some fabric with a sakura flower design on it. 

“I think I’ll make one with this. In honor of your sister Sakura.”

Takumi couldn’t help but smile as Robyn selected her fabric and set to work. He was close with his sister, and missed her quite a lot. 

She would have loved this. he thought fondly, a sudden idea coming to mind. 

“I’m.. going to make one in honor of Mother.” he decided, selecting her favorite colors. 

The Summoner paused for a moment, her tone soft as she murmured

”I think she would have adored that.”

The Hoshidan prince had never made a fan before, but he found the activity surprisingly easy and soothing. The Summoner was faring well too, and he glanced over from them to time to see her handiwork. Without ever even meeting Sakura, she somehow managed to capture his sister’s gentle personality in the lovely fabric and personal touches. 

I need to introduce her to Oboro one day. he mused as he put the final finishing decorations in his fan, and held it up to the lantern lights with a satisfied hum. Robyn had finished hers as well.

”Yours is beautiful.” she said admiringly as she rose to her feet.  “Mikoto would be proud of that.”

”Yeah..”

While the thought was bittersweet, it also brought a smile to his face. They fell into step beside each other, and once more, Takumi’s hand found its way into Robyn’s. She stopped for a moment to look at him, and even under her hood he could see the smile that had made its way to her lips. She ran her thumb along his hand briefly, the fleeting motion sending butterflies fluttering in his stomach as they continued on their way. When they passed Cherche and Sumia, he noticed they paused in their conversation to stare at him and Robyn as they started whispering. 

Is there something on my face? Takumi frowned, looking around. 

Some of the villagers milled in groups or were walking hand in hand, and when he glanced down at him and Robyn’s interlocked fingers, the realization hit him like the ocean’s grey waves. 

We look like a couple..

His heart thudded in his chest as he could feel his face slowly turning more and more crimson-

“Robyn!!!”

Caledori’s excited voice sounded behind them, nearly making Takumi jump out of his skin, coughing awkwardly to cover up his embarrassment as Robyn’s friend hurried up to them, Ricken in tow. Caledori donned a witch costume while Ricken was in a more exaggerated version of his normal mage attire with a white beard attached. 

“Have you two checked out the haunted house yet?” she asked excitedly. “I heard Henry’s running it and it’s absolutely terrifying! Ricken and I were about to check it out.”

“Y..yay.. haunted house. My favorite.. heh.” Ricken mumbled, looking a little pale. 

Takumi was about to turn down the offer, but Robyn seemed excited. 

“Let’s go! Are you okay with that Takumi?” 

“Y-yeah that’s fine.” he mumbled as he forced down his growing unease. 

He wasn’t very fond of “haunted” things, but he wasn’t about to admit that. So reluctantly, he turned towards the haunted house.

As Caledori and Ricken fell in beside her, Robyn didn’t miss the knowing smirk written all over her friend’s face when she saw Takumi’s hand in hers, and she knew the second the festival was over and Takumi wasn’t around, the romance fan was going to be all over her, interrogating her. Even with her hood concealing her features, it was getting harder to hide her rapidly blossoming feelings towards the prince. She had a feeling he might feel the same, and wanted so desperately to tell him, but every time she tried to summon the courage, anxiety fluttered in her stomach, silencing the words she so badly wished to say. They were from different worlds after all, and Robyn’s mystery origins and lack of memories only complicated things further. How could a relationship possibly work between them? The thought made her chest ache. So she swiftly pushed the thought away so she focus on tonight. 

Seize the moment.. her mind reminded her as they reached the “haunted house,” which was a spookily decorated section of the castle. 

“Good thing admission is free for heroes.” Ricken remarked. “Why would anyone want to pay to be traumatized?”

”So you are scared.” Caledori concluded, and the mage blushed furiously. 

“N-no I’m not!” the mage blustered. “I’m not a little kid who gets scared of dumb things!”

”Uh-huh.. sure.”

They pushed the webbed curtain aside, stepping into an eerily lit hallway, the candles on the walls being the only light source other than the moon peeking from the windows. 

“Whoa.. they really went all out on this!” Caledori exclaimed, and Takumi nodded in agreement, looking impressed.

The walls were covered in fake spider web, a trail of bloody looking footprints leading down the hall. 

“I.. guess we go this way?” Takumi murmured. 

He was starting to look uneasy, more so as a steady fog rose around them the deeper they went, and Robyn had to stifle a giggle at the revelation. 

Was Takumi.. scared?

The prince’s eyes were darting around anxiously, but Robyn knew if she tried to comfort him now, especially in front of the others, the proud Hoshidan prince would never live that down. The fog rose higher, until the group was forced to huddle together as they pressed on, hardly able to see each other. Takumi jumped suddenly, his head snapping around. 

“W-what is it?” Ricken yelped.

”N-nothing!” Takumi stammered. “It just felt like something grabbed me, that’s all.”

”It diiiiiiid..”

A voice hissed creepily behind them, causing the group to whip around as a cloaked figure looked eerily over them, holding a bloodied knife. 

“Askr requires sacrifices to sustaaaaaaaaain.. nehehehe..”

”D-DON’T KILL ME!” Ricken shrieked, darting behind an equally petrified Caledori.

”What are you doing?!” she exclaimed, peeling him off of her and shoving him forward. “Y-you’re the man here! You’re supposed to be protecting me!” 

“I thought you said gender stereotypes were stupid!” Ricken fired back.

”NOT IN THIS SITUATION!”

”Come on, quick!” Takumi whispered, pulling her along. “We can escape while it’s distracted!”

They made it safely out of the hallway and into the next room, where a little girl dressed in tattered clothes was sitting in a chair, her hands covering her face as she cried. 

That’s definitely a trap.. Robyn mused as Takumi looked conflicted, then groaned. 

“I’m probably going to regret this..” he muttered, stepping forward to confront her. “Wh-what’s wrong little girl?”

”Famous last words..” Robyn whispered. 

The girl didn’t lift her face from her hands as she whispered incoherently.

”Grandma was so nice to raise me.. But I just got so hungry..”

”You.. huh?!”

Takumi took a step back just in time as she finally raised her head, face covered in blood, a crazed look in her eyes as she hissed

”I ate her!!!!”

Takumi was frozen, hazel eyes wide with horror as he stared at the bloodied child as she got up from her chair, stumbling towards them, arms outstretched. In a moment of genius, Robyn threw herself into the prince’s arms, wrapping her arms around him tightly. 

“T-Takumi, she’s scary! Protect me!” she wailed. 

Takumi blushed furiously, his mouth opening and closing a couple times. Then he softened, embracing her protectively and holding her trembling frame close. 

“I-It’s okay..” he mumbled, nestling her face into his chest. 

Robyn smiled triumphantly to herself when she felt him relax against her, his attention off the child completely as he herded her gently out of the room. 

“I think I found the exit.” she heard Takumi say.

Niles smirked as he heard his prey drawing near.

Ah yes.. Prince Takumi. One of my favorites.. this’ll be just delicious..

Just as they crossed under him, Niles dropped upside down from the ceiling, donning a bat costume as he hissed eerily into the prince’s ear.

”Looking to get naughty.. or bloody?” he sneered. 

But to his utter astonishment, Takumi walked right past him, smiling as he said 

“Look, see? It’s the exit. Let’s get some Hoshidan style food from the stands. That’ll cheer you up!”

”Wh-what the hell?! They’re IGNORING ME?!” Niles fumed as the couple departed, seeming lost in their own little heart shaped bubble. 

“Daaaaaamn, that’s rough Pirate Man.” Gaius remarked, sucker in hand. “They were so busy flirting, they didn’t even notice you. You’re more of a sucker than me, and that says something.”

”Shut up!” Niles seethed as he retreated back into the ceiling, still hanging upside down.

”Made it!” Takumi exclaimed, pushing open the door as the cool fall air greeted them. 

Robyn was more than a little distracted with Takumi’s arms still around her, the atmosphere and their closeness sending her heart fluttering, and feeling a bit disappointed when he stepped back. 

“You um.. you okay?” he asked, a shy blush on his cheeks. 

“Y-yeah I’m fine!”

”Shall we then?”

Robyn accepted the outstretched hand with a smile, and they were on their way. They found a stand selling rice dumplings, vegetable tempura made with fresh harvest vegetables, and simmered Kabocha squash. 

“I missed these..” Takumi sighed as they shared the food between them. “You really thought of everything didn’t you?”

”Yep!” Robyn beamed as she sipped some of the savory broth, closing her eyes in bliss. 

She couldn’t help but steal glances at the prince. He was breathtaking as ever, sitting under the glowing lanterns, his eyes reflecting the lights. Takumi was beautiful inside and out, and Robyn wished there was a way to capture this moment forever. As if on cue, Anna’s voice drifted from somewhere up ahead. 

“Step right up to our first ever Snapshot Tome Booth! Where you can capture your favorite moments forever!”

”A photo booth?” Takumi inquired, seeming interested as they finished their food. “Do you.. want to go?”

She nodded enthusiastically, pulling the prince behind her as they hurried over to the booth. 

“Slow down!” Takumi chuckled. “It’s not going anywhere!”

”You two look like you’re having fun.” Anna said, taking in their interlocked fingers mischievously. “Right this way. And don’t worry, it’s completely private. Alfonse’s orders! Have fuuuun!”

The tent flap closed abruptly behind them, and Robyn gasped, taking in the beautiful lanterns that were strung around the tent, pumpkins surrounding the bench that rested in the middle. 

“This is amazing!” Takumi exclaimed as they made their way over to the bench to sit down.

And romantic.. Robyn added dreamily, and Takumi turned towards her hesitantly. 

“..Robyn?”

”Hm?”

”Since.. Anna said it was private.. can.. can I take off your hood?” 

Robyn felt her face heat up as the question registered, but she nodded nonetheless as he gently eased her hood off, her long hair cascading down her back. The azalea flowers in her hair only looked more ethereal under the lanterns, Takumi’s lips parting slightly as he caressed one of the flowers.

”Beautiful..” he breathed.

Robyn held his gaze for a long moment, happiness bubbling in her chest. The tome blinked, indicating it was about to take the shot. She turned towards it, lifting her fan so it was next to her face, the sakura design sparking under the hue of the lanterns. Takumi unfolded his teal fan as well, letting it rest under his chin so it wouldn’t obscure his features. He’d managed to recreate the design of his mother’s headpiece out of glittering gold fabric in the middle, so it could feel like he was carrying her with him wherever he went. The tome flashed, two copies of the photo materializing on the table beside it.

”Oh, did it take it already?” Takumi asked curiously. 

“Let’s go look!” Robyn exclaimed, leaping to her feet, the sight in front of her making her tear up a bit with a quiet sniffle. 

“..Are you crying?” There was worry in his voice as he hurried over. “If it’s bad we can just take another.”

Cheeks flushed, and holding the picture to her chest where her heart beat, Robyn turned to face him as he whispered breathlessly. 

“It’s.. perfect.”

As Takumi glanced at the photo, she saw an unknown emotion enter his gaze, intermixed with softness. “Perfect” was an absolute understatement. The glow of the lanterns captured the sparkle of their fans and reflected in both their eyes. Robyn faced the snapshot tome, smiling cheerfully. But Takumi’s eyes weren’t on the tome, but on her, filled with such serene tenderness as he gazed at her, his hand still outstretched towards her hair. 

“You’re right.” Takumi stooped to pick up his own copy, tucking it into his pocket with great care. “I’ll never forget this moment.”

And Robyn knew that neither would she. They exited the cabin hand and hand, breezing past Anna, completely oblivious to her asking if it went well or not. But she didn’t need to ask. The answer was already evident in their demeanor. The lively music grew louder as they reached what seemed to be the center of the festival. 

“Ah.. the music’s amazing!”

Takumi nodded in agreement. 

“Seems like a good place to unwind and let some stress out. I’ve definitely had too much of that lately”.

Is that so..?

A sly smile made its way to her lips, an idea coming to mind, making her halt, causing the Hoshidan to look over curiously. 

“You know Takumi, sometimes when you’re stressed you’ve just gotta-“

Robyn struck a dramatic pose in sync with the music. 

“What?!” Takumi sputtered out a laugh, which only made her grin more. 

“You know! You’ve just gotta..”

This time she spun three times before striking another overly exaggerated pose, which only made the prince snicker harder. 

“What are you doing?!”

”Letting my stress out! What else?” Robyn giggled, continuing to make silly, dramatic motions until Takumi was doubled over with laughter.

”You’re such a goofball! Don’t you care that people are watching?”

”Oh, are they?” Robyn asked innocently. “I’ll just have to do it more then. And if they don’t like it then that’s fine, I probably don’t like them either. In fact, they’re probably a boring old hag who yells at children as a hobby. So why should I care what they think?”

”Haha, oh yeah? Hm..”

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Takumi’s eyes narrowed in mischief.  

“So, like this huh?”

He spun around and struck a pose of his own. 

“Not bad for a beginner.”

They circled each other, bantering light heartedly back and forth. 

“Who said I was a beginner? Maybe I secretly dance after training! Maybe.. I can even dance better than you!”

”Oh, is that a challenge?”

”You bet it is! I’m gonna dance circles around you!”

”Bring it on!”

The other villagers and heroes all watched in a mixture of amusement and amazement at the sight of the second prince of Hoshido and the Summoner of Heroes dancing freely without a care in the world, their laughter filling the night sky as their antics continued, only stopping when the song finally ended, and a more peaceful tune began to play. The crowd that had formed erupted into chuckles and applause as Robyn did a bow, Takumi following suit, his shoulders still shaking with amusement. 

“How do you feel?” she whispered to him. 

“Amazing!” he panted, hazel eyes shining. 

They explored more of the stands, a pair of white azalea decorated cat ears catching her eye. 

“Ah.. those are so pretty.” she remarked, a trace of longing in her tone. “Looks like whoever wins the archery game gets to pick a pair.”

”Ha, that’ll be easy!” Takumi scoffed good naturedly. “I meant to get some training in earlier anyways!”

”You’re going to play?”

Takumi’s eyes gleamed competitively and he nodded. The Fujin Yumi hummed to life as the prince removed it from his back and took aim, his eyes narrowed in concentration, then he fired. The teal arrow struck true hitting the target right in the center with such force that it toppled over. The passerby’s that witnessed the spectacle whooped, and the elderly woman running the stand congratulated the prince, gesturing grandly to the accessories. Takumi selected the cat ears without hesitation and strode back to Robyn, looking quite pleased with himself as he handed them to her.  

“Talented as always.” she chuckled, then plunked them onto his head. 

“W-why are you putting them on me?” he stammered his face turning scarlet as Robyn giggled and patted his head. 

“Because you looked so cute in them!”

He indulged her for a moment before taking them off and mumbling bashfully.

”Actually.. I got them for you.”

”M-me..?”

”W.. we could get some chestnut cakes and mochi from the dessert stand. Then go to the gardens to you can try them on.. If- if you want.”

He broke off with a startled yelp as the Summoner tackled him into an embrace. 

“Takumi, you’re the best!” she cried. 

“O-oh yeah?” he chuckled, spinning her. 

The warm scent of the chestnut cake and mochi filled their noses as they bought some, then escaped to the quiet garden where Takumi had first seen her fully for the first time. They were still close enough to enjoy the sound of the festivities but far enough from any prying eyes. Robyn was happy to let her hood down, letting her hair flow freely in the wind as Takumi placed the cat ears on top of her head, nodding approvingly. 

“They look good on you.”

”Thank you..”

Illuminated by the moon, the ethereal fireflies, and the soft glow of Robyn’s flowers, they split the mochi and the cake between them.

”Have you heard the story of Princess Kaguya?” she asked. “I read the story last night and it was really good, but also kinda sad.”

”Hm.. I don’t think so.” Takumi said thoughtfully. “Tell me about it?”

”Well.. One day in the bamboo forest, an old bamboo cutter called Taketori no Okina comes across a mysterious, shining stalk of bamboo. Upon cutting it open, he is surprised to find an infant the size of his thumb inside. The old man and his wife, having no children of their own, decide to raise the infant as their own daughter, and name her Nayotake-no-Kaguya-hime. From that moment on, every time the man cuts a stalk of bamboo, he finds a small nugget of gold inside. The family soon grows rich, and within just three months, Kaguya-hime grows from an infant into a woman of ordinary size and extraordinary beauty. At first, the old man tries to keep news of Kaguya-hime away from outsiders, but as word of her beauty spreads, she attracts many suitors who seek her hand in marriage.”

“Among the suitors are five nobles: Prince Ishitsukuri, Prince Kuramochi, Abe no Mimuraji, Ōtomo no Miyuki, and Isonokami no Marotari. They eventually persuade the old man to have Kaguya-hime choose from among them. Uninterested, Kaguya-hime devises five impossible tasks, agreeing to marry the noble who can bring her the item specified for him: the stone begging bowl of the Budda, a jeweled branch from the mythical island of Hõrai, a robe of Chinese fire rat skins, a colored jewel from a dragon’s neck, and a cowry shell born from a swallow. 

Realizing the impossibility of his task, the first noble presents a fake stone bowl made from a blackened pot, but is exposed when Kaguya-hime notices that the bowl does not glow with holy light. The second noble presents a branch created by the country's finest jewelers, but is revealed when a messenger of the craftsmen arrives at Kaguya-hime's house to collect payment. The third noble is deceived by a merchant from China, who sells him a robe that burns when it is tested with fire. The fourth noble sets out to find a dragon at sea, but abandons his plans after encountering a storm. The fifth noble falls from a great height while reaching into a swallow's nest.

After this, the Emperor of Japan comes to visit Kaguya-hime and, after falling in love, asks her hand in marriage. Although he is not subjected to an impossible trial, Kaguya-hime rejects his request for marriage as well, telling him that she is not from his country and therefore cannot go to the palace with him. She remains in contact with the Emperor, but continues to rebuff his proposals. Three years pass as they continue to communicate by letter.

That summer, whenever Kaguya-hime views the full moon, her eyes fill with tears. Though her adoptive parents grow very worried and question her, she refuses to tell them what is wrong. Her behaviour becomes increasingly erratic until she reveals that she is not of the Earth and that she must return to her people on the Moon. It is said that she was sent to the Earth, where she would inevitably form material attachment as a punishment for some crime without further description. The gold was a stipend from the people of the Moon, sent to pay for Kaguya-hime's upkeep.”

”As the day of her return approaches, the Emperor sends his guards to protect her from the Moon's people, but when an embassy of heavenly beings descends upon the bamboo cutter's house, the guards are blinded by a strange light. Kaguya-hime announces that, though she loves her many friends on Earth, she must return with the beings to her true home on the Moon. She writes sad notes of apology to her parents and to the Emperor, then gives her parents her own robe as a memento. She then takes a little of the elixir of immortality, attaches it to her letter to the Emperor, and gives it to the guard officer. As she hands it to him, a feather robe is placed on her shoulders, and all of her sadness and compassion for the people of the Earth are apparently forgotten. The entourage ascends into the sky, taking Kaguya-hime back to Tsuki no Miyako and leaving her earthly foster parents in tears.”

“The old couple become very sad and are soon put to bed sick. The officer returns to the Emperor with the items Kaguya-hime gave him as her last mortal act, and reports what happened. The Emperor reads her letter and is overcome with sadness, and asks his servants, "Which mountain is the closest place to Heaven?"; in response, one suggests the Great Mountain of Suruga Province. The Emperor then orders his men to take the letter to the summit of the mountain and burn it, in the hope that his message would reach the distant princess. They are also ordered to burn the elixir of immortality, as the Emperor does not wish to live for eternity without being able to see her.

Legend has it that the word for immortality, fushi, became the name of the mountain, Mount Fuji. It is also said that the kanji for the mountain, which translates to "mountain abounding with warriors", are derived from the Emperor's army ascending the slopes to carry out his order. It is said that the smoke from the burning still rises to this day.”

Takumi had taken in the story with rapt attention, leaning thoughtfully against the tree trunk. 

“I don’t think I could bear living life without the one I love.” he remarked. “I’d go insane.”

Robyn nodded in agreement. 

“I’d much rather be here with them than in the moon.”

They were quiet after that, finishing the warm cake and soft mochi. Robyn’s heart began to flutter nervously as the final stage of her plan neared. 

“..Takumi?”

”..Yes?”

“I.. I have a gift for you.”

”F-for me? What is it?”

Gathering her courage, Robyn met his wide hazel eyes steadily. 

“Can you meet me at the stage near where we danced?”

He looked perplexed, but nodded nonetheless. Robyn smiled and hurried off to get ready. 

“There you are!” Sharena, who was in on the plan exclaimed, handing her the guitar. “Anna and I have already gathered the other heroes!”

Now that the moment was here, Robyn couldn’t shake off her nerves. 

“I..I don’t know if I can do this..” she confessed quietly, earning a quiet chuckle from her friend. 

“Don’t be ridiculous! Yes you can. Do it for him!” she said the last part in a whisper, and Robyn felt her face heat up a bit at the knowing smile her friend gave her.

Takumi..

The memories of their shared night flooded her warmth as she lifted her chin determinedly and stepped towards the stage. 

“What the..”

Takumi took in the crowded stage with wide eyes not sure what to make of this. When the Summoner said she had a gift for him, he certainly wasn’t expecting this. Sharena spotted him hovering and gave him a bright smile. 

“Aw, what are you doing there, silly? Your spot’s over here.” she exclaimed, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the front of the stage. 

“W-wha..?” he stammered as he was pulled along, the crowd falling silent as the Summoner stepped out to greet them, her guitar in hand.

The air was thick with anticipation, and even Takumi was starting to feel excited, his heart thrumming steadily in his ears as he waited. 

“I’m sorry.. I’m not used to addressing large crowds like this.” Robyn admitted, her voice ringing out over the still air. “I don’t even know where to begin. I.. I guess I’m just really grateful to have met all of you, and to serve as your Summoner and tactician. These past few months have been an unforgettable adventure. To be with all of you here now is truly an honor.”

Takumi’s chest swelled with warmth at her words, and the raw honesty in them. His mind flashed back to the day he saw her face for the first time, the way he held her as she cried. He knew firsthand the burdens she carried, so hearing such words from her filled him with enough happiness to make his heart burst as the Summoner went on. 

“I wrote this song not just for myself, but for someone dear to me. A constant rock in my life, grounding me in my most vulnerable moments. This is my reminder to them and to everyone else here, not to Give Up to Ghosts. 

Me! She’s talking about me! Takumi realized with a jolt as she began to strum on her guitar, Takumi leaning in and listening with rapt attention as she began to sing in a breathy voice, different from her usual songs. 

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“Wish I could sleep, but there’s a gaslight..

Inside my brain it’s burning so bright

The memories inside of my mind 

Making every rewind, feel like a hate crime

I can’t explain why I’m not alright

I’m getting static on the phone line 

Been sorting out the mess for some time 

But there is no sign, of any sunrise 

But when it does appear, I’ll still be here..”

The Summoner’s words felt as if they’d been plucked directly from his mind, out of everyone in the Order of Heroes, Robyn was the one who understood him. Accepted him. Inside and out, and Takumi felt his heart soar when she hit the chorus. 

“So you can blame me, shame me

Gaslight me and frame me

But I am stronger than you know!

I’m just like thunder from lightning,

More than what’s behind me

And I will never give up to ghosts!

No..”

I know these words!

He remembered so clearly, as if it was happening right now. The Summoner’s hands resting gently on his shoulders, her violet eyes staring intently into his own as they repeated the words together. The crowd seemed to fade into the background as Takumi stared, spellbound. Robyn may have been singing to a crowd, but in this moment, it felt like she was singing just for him. 

“The more I run they’re getting heavy

The more I hide ‘em more they’re deadly 

I pay the price, they’re living rent free

Won’t let it end me!

Done being friendly!

I’m sick of killing my emotions with this medication

I’m sick of doubting myself,

I need some validation

Its time that I unlearn all the indoctrination 

This is my revelation

Its time for confrontation..”

Takumi closed his eyes for a bit, letting himself sway to the beat. While the hood obscured her features, he could picture it now: the flowers in her hair illuminating the stage, her hair moving with her body as she danced. Takumi’s eyes snapped open again as he gazed at her longingly, not for himself, but because he longed for her to be freed fully from that hood. Free to dance, live, and move without restraint. 

“So you can blame me, shame me,

Gaslight me and frame me

But I am stronger than you know!

I’m just thunder from lightning,

More than what’s behind me. 

And I will never give go to ghosts 

No!”

The emotions in Robyn’s voice rose, until she was practically shouting the lyrics at this point. 

“Even if I tremble!

Even if I cry!

Its time to face my demons!

And look them in the eye!

Even if I panic! 

Break down and fall apart,

I refuse to be a slave to all the scars!

They’re only scary if they’re kept inside the dark!”

Even shouting, the beauty in that voice was unspeakable. He wished he could stay in this moment forever and just listen to her emotions laid bare. Before, he’d been embarrassed or felt weak whenever she found him in a vulnerable state. But right here, right now, Takumi could see the brightness of it, giving the concept a whole new meaning. Vulnerability wasn’t shameful no.. but a flawed perfection. The Summoner’s voice lowered to a gentle murmur, and he could feel her eyes on him even with her face covered. 

“You can blame me, shame me

Gaslight me and frame me

Do your worst.. I won’t let go!”

Her voice turned fierce again, seeming to challenge the gods themselves with her lyrics. 

“I’m just like thunder from lightning, 

More than what’s behind me!

And I will never give up to ghosts..

No,

I will never give up to ghosts!

No, whoa-oh!”

The powerful lyrics and swirling emotions that had gripped Takumi during the performance seemed to at last let him go. He drew in a shaky breath as his heart finally slowed, unable to take his eyes off her as the crowd roared around him. One thing was clear now, the Summoner wasn’t just their tactician. She represented light and hope, and in this moment, Takumi realized he loved Robyn more than anything. 

Note from le Authoress:

My new Headcanon is that Robyn and Takumi totally had a dance off to a medieval version of Shut Up and Dance. And there you have it, the spectacular, record breaking Halloween chapter! This is by far the longest chapter I have ever made, 25 pages. In addition, I’ve got a little surprise for you: the first ever Redemption merch! Unfortunately I only have one available, so whoever grabs it first gets it. It’s nothing crazy, just the same hair ties Takumi wore in with his Halloween kimono. Shoutout to the band Citizen Soldier for making such a banger of a song. 

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So for the update schedule, the next chapter is going to be three weeks from now to give me a bit of a break since these chapters are loooooong. But there’s going to be an extra special surprise for the wait, so you can look forward to that ;3 Until next time! Happy Halloween! 

~Robyn 

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[Stealing yet more shit to answer before I either get distracted by designing characters for Earth 3577 or start reading the Ostrander Suicide Squad run yet again. For once I'm actually available for Sinday/Sunday, might as well make the most of it?]

A-Z NSFW Headcanon Meme.

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?) 

I believe I've mentioned that Crane isn't a fan of how exploitative the porn industry is before. Ergo, no matter how much the visuals appeal to his personal tastes, it's a fast boner killer. He has quite the vivid imagination, arguably made more vivid by the head trauma and missing chunk of brain. On some level he's already constantly hallucinating, and has a habit of confusing fantasy with reality. 0 interest in toys/feels as though he can't use toys on himself, as it's just how he was raised. US puritan culture affects everyone. Nightmare claw hands it is.

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

Neutral towards bondage, though has participated in it before. It's just not very fun for a contortionist. He'll tie people up if they're willing [re. Kite-Man's shibari fetish], but in most situations and with most people he doesn't particularly enjoy being dominant.

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?) 

Will likely stop the scene and try to get some background information as to why, even with someone who's using him as a fleshlight. Unfortunately, most people don't expect the meat to talk back. But he was a psychologist. He tries to show as little outward emotion as possible, but does end up crying every once in a blue moon if he's with a man he feels he can trust. He's very used to people using him as a toy or a tool, and never quite believes anyone when they say he isn't to them. Not the usual sex-related trauma, but it's there all the same.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

Prefers to be dominated, or simply commandeers the scene in a "pillow princess" type manner. He does have limited experience as a dom, but given his anger issues it's a thing he'll deliberately try not to indulge in as his own proclivities will probably lead to someone getting hurt. Thankfully most of the men he's had sex with were either Badass Normal or actual metahumans... He's down for pretty much whatever as long as it doesn't involve feces, urine, or food, though as a dom is rather fond of immobilizing people with temporary paralytics and asking them to communicate through only their eyes.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

Aside from vanilla standards and BSDM whatnot: Clothing! I've mentioned it on another meme but he is a fan of more high quality items. Of course, expect those to be immediately ruined in some manner or another. Being choked is pretty basic but that's also on here, along with electrostimulation [thanks Voltaic/Nikolai, thanks Gaius], lowkey somnambulism and petplay to a degree. Also, he's a mechanophile in this canon, and isn't particularly ashamed of it. +ultimately dude wants someone to kill him

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?) I've mentioned he isn't into this at all.

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?) 

Absolutely. He is a showman first and foremost, bit of a one-trick pony. Still, he's not one to exaggerate his own reactions as he views this as being dishonest. The more, the merrier. He wants to be able to drown out his own thoughts.

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)  mentioned in another meme he's not into this at all.

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.) 

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?) 

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)  re. Other memes I've done: absolutely none of these are turn-ons for Jonathan.

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?) 

While on, the lights are dimmed as dim can go without either him or any potential partners being wholly unable to see; at least, if he's in control of the situation. Prison sex is often miserable, and having sex on the grounds of Belle Reve in particular was an awkward affair since Waller actually gave half a shit about what her team was up to, but it still happened. Not a fan of any colored mood lighting as he is colorblind.

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?) 

YES he will absolutely scratch you to pieces and, again, loves being choked. He only really bites when he's pissed off and not in a sexual situation. He knows he's worth nothing, being spoken down to just makes him feel shittier. Will occasionally accept being bossed around, depends on his mood.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?) 

Big fan of orgasm delay [giving and receiving], though not particularly orgasm denial when it comes to himself as he is An Old and doesn't always have the stamina to ride things out to his own climax. He's not cruel enough to make people wet themselves or whatnot, due to the brain damage he's somewhat incontinent himself. Overall? Just thinks it's funny when people beg. When people want him, not just superficially.

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

Yes, yes, and mostly in offices/public bathrooms/parking lots on rare occasion/rooftops. He pretty much doesn't care where exactly, as long as it's not too filthy.

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

Absolutely not, he's not a fan of having pictures taken of him or being recorded. However, he will ask for nudes, and if offered will at least make his best effort to send a few choice images back. Again, he does not consider himself attractive. THIS IS A CORE TRAIT OF MY INTERPRETATION. Although, he may joke around about it.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

As for Crane himself, he's silent unless spoken to. This is a force of habit, and it's not one he intends to break. He'll grunt/groan wordlessly sometimes and that's about it. Most of his partners have been loud, but he's largely deaf - though is flattered. He doesn't show a preference for loud or quiet partners, and is that "people can do whatever the hell they want" kind of guy.

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?) 

Entirely unplanned and spontaneous unless it's the rare occasion someone approaches him first, not much else to say there.

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?) 

Oral: absolutely not. He doesn't mind being fucked awake, and I mentioned above he was into somnambulism; or at least pretending to be asleep when he's getting railed. In terms of the reverse, he'd never cross the line and rape someone, but if you're okay with getting a handjob first thing in the morning, then, by all means. Doesn't mind lazy morning sex at all.

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…) 

He bottoms, mostly. With his fucked up "I have a connective tissue disorder" proportions, it's simply less awkward for everyone involved. Truth be told, though, he doesn't mind being on top but probably will just go along with whatever you want him to do.

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 

Exclusively wears women's underwear, or panties. As childish of a word as that is. The way he sees it, if it ain't broken don't fix it; he's been wearing them since they were invented, and he sees no reason to stop. Plus, he still menstruates and tampons tend to physically hurt him unless he jacks off first. Ain't nobody [always] got time for that. Not a fan of lingerie or any clothes designed to be deliberately sexual; i'd argue that's more of a turn off than anything else.

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?) 

In short: yes. 100% yes. He also got into the habit of crawling into the ventilation systems at both Arkham and Belle Reve when imprisoned just to catch some quiet downtime with the other inmates. Not necessarily sexual, but usually. Turns out, Floyd isn't so uptight as to not masturbate; Crane has been shot multiple times after the dude's cum and weirdly it became a routine of theirs.

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

Bath sex sure, shower sex only sometimes. Depends on the size of the shower/whether or not you have one of those fancy water heaters that always keeps water hot because he gets cold easily. Also, he's typically had a vast height difference between himself and partners. Once again he is not into piss.

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)  inapplicable.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

Inapplicable with the exception of Honghui in my main AU referring to him as a good kitty. "Kitty" is his nickname anyways; derived from his real name, Kay. Typically refers to partners as "sir".

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

Hands/wrists, genitalia, ass, top of scalp [enjoys it scratched]. Again, many of his nerve endings are outright gone if not dead. Aside from that, just talk to him.

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[heirbane]

a kiss shared between enemies during combat . // 🐺🐇 hey

Something about this had pulled him back half a decade. Mayhaps it was the older blade Arye had chosen; mayhaps it was the weather, the night dark and the moon high in the sky just as it had been then, the summer heat still and stagnant with nary a breeze.

They had clashed here before - it was almost a given when the Warrior visited and stayed more than a few bells. Gaius would prepare them supper; they would drink, some visits more than others, and then they would seek out the barren cliffside to go toe-to-toe. Allie sometimes came to watch; others, she used the time on her own accord. Once they returned, however, she knew she was not to leave her room, if she stayed the night in their home at all.

(Severa had, rightfully, given Gaius hell for making his daughter feel unwelcome in her own home. He had found a way to awkwardly apologize, and make it clear that should she ever need their home to herself for similar situations - all she needed was to say so. But he would venture to behave himself a little more going forward.

It was, perhaps, the most excruciating conversation he had had since he retired.)

But they hadn't made it all the way back to his cottage, tired and sweat-slickened and spattered with dried blood and dirt. They had scarcely made it past their first round of sparring when they collided, awkward and out of sorts.

He was off his game. Gaius collapsed onto his side in the tall grass, cursing into the wind, and bit off another when Arye tumbled into him, eyes wild and a short blade held aloft. It glittered in the moonlight.

"Get off of me," Gaius snarled, his words barreling from his throat in a way that did not belong to him. He reached up, fisting a handful of Arye's ponytail and yanking the man to the side so that he could sit up.

It was the celebrations, he realized.

Even now, he could hear the sounds of tiny fireworks, the smell of grilling meat and gunpowder. He had not realized that the Werlytans celebrated the summer in the same way other Eorzeans did - he had not been afoot when such things occurred before.

It had all collected. He had spent the day on edge, his jaw sore from how tightly he grit his teeth, and only now recognized just what had gotten under his skin. The furious, desperate need to push Arye into the dirt - to leer above him and seek victory, even in this silly spar -

It was not him. It was who he had been.

He did not release Arye's hair. The other man seemed as if he understood, as if he were choosing to throw kindling into the fire, a feral sort of sound coming from his lips as he lunged forward to pin the Garlean back into the grass.

Gaius guided his head, grip tight against the man's scalp, their kiss all teeth and violence. He was barely aware that he had drawn blood until it dripped onto his cheek as they parted.

"Roll over," he groused. "I will bite again. Move."

@darkflood

[blood-darkened-moon]

Elden Ring

Characters Tarnished | Torrent the Spirit Steed | Melina | Millicent | White-Faced Varre | Lunar Princess Ranni/Ranni the Witch | Blaidd the Half-Wolf | War Counselor Iji | Preceptor Seluvis | Rya the Scout | Lightseeker Hyetta | Bloody Finger Hunter Yura | D Hunter of the Dead | Patches the Untethered | Fia the Deathbed Companion | Iron Fist Alexander | Jar-Bairn | Lady Tanith | Shabriri | Queen Marika the Eternal | Miquella the Unalloyed | Godwyn the Golden | Miriel Pastor of Vows | Cleanrot Knight Finlay | Latenna the Albinauric | Lobo | Three Fingers | Two Fingers | Gatekeeper Gostoc | Roderika the Spirit Tuner | Ensha of the Royal Remains | Sorceress Sellen | Boc the Seamster | Goldmask | Brother Corhyn | Gloam-Eyed Queen | Knight Diallos | Sorcerer Rogier | Nepheli Loux | Nomadic Merchant | Mary | Amy | Polyanna | Maureen | Finger Reader Enia | Black Knife Tiche | Finger Maiden Therolina | Lionel the Lionhearted | Thops | Knight Bernahl | Smithing Master Hewg | Lhutel the Headless | Dung Eater | St. Trina | Banished Knight Oleg | Thiollier | Needle Knight Leda | Count Ymir Mother of Fingers | Swordhand of Night Jolan | Pureblood Knight Ansbach | Redmane Freyja | Sweetings | Sir Moore | Hornsent | Dryleaf Dane | Drake Warrior Igon | Dragon Communion Priestess | Jar Saint | Outer Gods

Bosses Malenia Blade of Miquella/Malenia Goddess of Rot | Praetor Rykard/Rykard Lord of Blasphemy | General Radahn/Starscourge Radahn/Leonard | Radagon of the Golden Order | Red Wolf of Radagon | Rennala Queen of the Full Moon | Maliketh the Black Blade | Morgott the Omen King | Mohg Lord of Blood | Godfrey First Elden Lord | Godrick the Grafted | Ancient Dragon Lansseax | Dragonlord Placidusax | Lichdragon Fortissax | Astel Naturalborn of the Void | Elden Beast | Sir Gideon Ofnir the All-Knowing | Fire Giant | Black Knife Assassin | Regal Ancestor Spirit | Crucible Knight | Crucible Knight Siluria | Crucible Knight Ordovis | Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast | Erdtree Burial Watchdog | Loretta Knight of the Haligtree | Glintstone Dragon Adula | Night's Cavalry/Funeral Steed | Godskin Noble | Godskin Apostle | Abductor Virgin | Tree Sentinel | Roundtable Knight Vyke | Godefroy the Grafted | Commander O'Neil | Elemer of the Briar |  Bloodhound Knight Darriwil | Messmer the Impaler | Rellana Twin Moon Knight | Curseblade Labirith | Romina Saint of the Bud | Divine Beast Dancing Lion | Midra Lord of Frenzied Flame | Bayle the Dread | Golden Hippopotamus | Putrescent Knight | Ancient Dragon-Man | Commander Gaius

Enemies Giant Crayfish | Serpent Snail | Festering Fingerprint Vyke | Vargram the Raging Wolf | Juno Hoslow Knight of Blood | Moongrum Carian Knight | Mad Tongue Alberich | Eleonora Violet Bloody Finger | Silver Sphere | Banished Knight | Preceptor Miriam | Night Maiden | Nox Swordstress | Bloody Finger Okina | Kaiden Sellsword | Celebrant | Fingercreeper | Maleigh Marais Shaded Castle Castellan | Fire Prelate | Nameless White Mask | Inquisitor Ghiza | Chanting Winged Dame | Man-Serpent | Swordhand of Night Anna | Spirit Eel | Thorn Sorcerer | Monstrous Crow | Aging Untouchable

Groups/Ships Omen Brothers | Carian Siblings | Twin Empyreans | Godskin Duo | Rykard x Tanith | Marika x Radagon | Radagon x Rennala | Marika x Rennala | Mohg x Miquella | Malenia x Finlay | Messmer x Rellana

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[kaelyn-stocktonmil]

ALRIGHT! Another OC asks post! Y'all know the drill by now, I gotta do my Warrior Cats OC: SkullFace, and my Elder Scrolls: Skyrim self-insert OC: Stalks-In-Shadows!!

Now, this time around, Imma switch it up! Stalks will be going first! As usual, any that cannot apply to her due to her universe will not be included...let's do this!

Heart: By far, her mate, Veezara is the one that means the most to her. As an assassin, let alone one of 7 remaining Shadowscales, herself and Veezara being two, her parents, Lurks-In-Depths(Mother), and Slays-By-Moons(Father) being two, and hers and Veezara's children, SoulWatcher(Sol, son, second hatched), Smiles-At-Dawn(Dawn, daughter, first hatched) and Crimson-Eye(Crim, daughter, last hatched) being the last 3, is not without it's dangers...she almost lost Veezara once...her hatchlings hadn't even been born at the time. She was taken by a lycanthrope hunter named Wolfsbane, and in the process herself, Veezara, and Arnbjorn were badly wounded...they tranquilized Veezara with something so strong...she thought they'd killed him. They got her as well, the difference being she was netted and captured. Veezara and Arnbjorn were left to "die." Bjorn later took Vee back to the Dawnstar Sanctuary...and when Veezara came to a few days later, so began the search that would tear across Tamriel to find Stalks.

Broken heart: Stalks has hurt a lot of people. She's an assassin. It's in the job description, basically. But she has also spared plenty. If she deems a contract unnecessary or a target innocent, she will appeal to the Night Mother and ask that they be granted mercy. And as the Listener, she has more sway in those appeals. The most she's hurt emotionally? Veezara, Babette, Gabriella...and Astrid. She kept her lycanthropy a secret for a long time, afraid of how they would react to her pure-blooded form...in the end, they all took it well, but they were reasonably hurt by the lack of faith in them.

Wine: Argonian Bloodwine is her drink of choice...and why not? It's a Blackmarsh original. A taste of home. She will enjoy one on occasion, specifically after a higher profile contract gone perfectly, which usually follows with the Brotherhood celebrating the win. She doesn't get "drunk" easily. Argonians have a natural resistance towards disease, and that carries over to the effects of alcohol. At most, she'll get a buzz and a warm feeling in her body, and it's a very soothing feeling...most contracts she has to get to HERSELF. She doesn't use Shadowmere very often, in fact more often than not she'll use her were-beast form to get from point A to B. She's not like other Lycans, she can cover ground quicker, and isn't limited in how long she can stay transformed.

!: By far? That moment when Gaius Maro had herself and Veezara restrained in Solitude, saying their Sanctuary was being put to the sword as they spoke...everyone she loved could have been killed that night. She thanks Hircine every time she is reminded, because it was her speed as a Lycan that got her and Veezara home, to aid in the fight to free their Family from the flames before anyone was killed...the only casualties were the Penitus Oculatus that were involved. Astrid nearly died that night...but Stalks wasn't letting her take the easy way out. If she could hold on through 3rd degree burns all over her body, and long enough for the others to find her, and even still SPEAK- than she could hold on long enough to be healed. Which she did. Stalks took over as the leader nonetheless...but that night haunts her.

Steak: Stalks does actually have healthy coping mechanisms, thanks to Veezara. Meditation is one of them, and going out for a swim alone with her beloved is another...helps her clear her mind and de-stress.

Wilted Flower: Stalks is typically cool under pressure, but if something gets to her, truly, instead of Fight, it will be Freeze, for a moment...before logic and fight to live kick in.

Strawberry: Stalks is a worshipper of Hircine, Sithis, and Akatosh...and she is a part of the Hist, the Argonian cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. She knows her fate after she dies is uncertain...The Void, the Hunting Grounds, Akatosh's realm, or Rebirth in the Hist?

Cherries: Her best friend is Veezara, hands down. Aside from him? Between Gabby and Babette. Astrid is working her way back up. But, she's known everyone pretty much her entire life.

Siren: Assassin, Law...what do you think?

Lipstick: Stalks is comfortable with her face, as well as her skin...she has amethyst eyes, and those are by far her favorite feature. They pool into blood red when she's angry, or in rare occasions, in extreme pain. This happened when she was laying her eggs.

Ladybug: A perfect day? With a contract, for it to be close by, easy, and DEFINITELY a guilty person. Without one? To spend a day with her beloved and her kids.~

Boxing Glove: She's an assassin. She's been in a hundred fights by now, and ALWAYS wins. She is professionally trained- from BIRTH.

Scarf: Easily her mate or her “sisters” of the Brotherhood. She has grown up with all of them, basically, and literally for her and Veezara, they trained together in Black Marsh since they were born…they know each other’s weakness’s, their flaws, strengths and fears. There is no one better to calm her.

Backpack: Assassins have to be ready for anything, expect the unexpected, as the saying goes. Stalks typically heads to her targets WITHOUT riding Shadowmere, as she has more stamina in her werebeast form anyway, and has the ability to cloak herself in it, and out of it, due to being born under the sign of the Shadow(Aka a Shadowscale). She learned of an enchantment that makes it so her clothes shift WITH HER. They don’t show up in her beast form, more so they almost get ABSORBED. When she shifts back, she’s fully clothed…thank the gods for that. It’s much more preferable to stripping out of her armor EVERY TIME to shift without ripping her armor, or destroy whatever supplies she has on her…but when she’s shifted for a contract, she’ll wear a satchel around her neck for supplies, weapons, healing items, etc.

Axe: What do you think? The answer is yes, to all of the above.

SkullFace is next!

Red Emoji OC Asks ❤️‍🩹

❤️ (heart) - Who is the most important person to your character? To what lengths would they go to protect this person?

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

🍷 (wine) - Does your oc drink? What kind of alcohol do they enjoy? What are their drinking habits? What kind of drunk are they?

❗️(exclamation point) - What was the scariest moment of your character’s life? Does it still affect them?

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

🥀 (wilted flower) - How does your character deal with stressful situations? Is their fear response fight, flight, freeze or fawn?

🍓 (strawberry) - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?

💋 (kiss) - Is your oc a good kisser? Have they kissed anyone before? Do they even enjoy kissing? What was their first kiss like in comparison to their most recent?

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

🚨 (siren) - What’s your character’s relationship with the law? Have they ever been arrested? What for? What are their opinions on law enforcement?

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

🍎 (apple) - Does your oc go to school or take classes? Did they go to college? What was/is their favorite subject? Did/do they get good grades? Did/do they enjoy school?

🐞 (ladybug) - What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see?

☎️ (telephone) - Does your character know anyone’s phone number by heart? Do they prefer calling or texting? Who’s their favorite person to call/text? Do they have any typing quirks?

🥊 (boxing glove) - Has your character ever been in a fight? Did they win? Do they fight often? Are they professionally trained or self taught? Do they enjoy fighting or only do so when necessary?

🧣(scarf) - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

👠 (heels) - How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?

🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?

🩸 (blood) - Is your oc squeamish? Are they disturbed by the sight of blood? Have they ever been in a situation where they had to overcome being squeamish?

✂️ (scissors) - Has your character ever cut their own hair? What about someone else’s? How did it turn out?

🎸 (electric guitar) - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy?

🎒 (backpack) - What items does your oc usually carry? Do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? Do they carry a lot or a little?

🪓 (axe) - Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive?