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simonisferal · 10 months ago

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my love, mine all mine — wanderer x gn! reader

my baby, here on earth, showed me what my heart was worth. so when it comes to be my turn, could you shine it down here for her?" — mitski

fluff to angst to comfort (he comforts himself), written from wanderer's pov, established relationship, mentions of death and loss (reader dies), nahida mentioned 🔥🔥, reader's in their lover era, eleazar isn't described correctly but oh well🤷, i don't know—writing this kinda soothed me so, gonna update the theme later mb yall

the moon was bright, you would mention. he hadn't stared at any sky, day or night, in ages. it shone like how he expected it to—a typical solid rock and scoffed. "it's the same," he says. "come on, let's g-.." he paused when he looked back at you. you were staring at the moon like it was the only thing you yearned for.

that look tugged at wanderer's heart strings, his lips pressed together in a fine line. he could only stare at you, your skin glew under the night light and he's sure it was the wind that tinted his own cheeks.

you managed to snap out of you trance and looked back at him. "what?" you smiled nonchalantly as if you weren't zoned out a couple of seconds ago.

wanderer breaks eye contact, tipping his hat as he turns his body away from yours and began to walk on the path. "it's nothing.. now hurry it up."

his hands were cold, you would mention. he hadn't cared for the feeling of his artificial skin, let alone the temperature when you noticed it. "of course they are, i'm not human." he sees you readjusts his bracelet, the one you made for him, before gently taking his hand in yours. you treated him softly like he was a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any second.

you only rubbed your thumb on his cold skin, staring down at his hands. the same look was plastered onto your face—when you saw the moon and wanderer's eyebrows furrowed. just what were you thinking about?

he hears you hum and feels you take his other hand. like a prince in shining armor, you raise his hands up to your lips and press a kiss onto his ringed knuckles. the blush that covered his face was obvious, especially when you looked from his hands and to his eyes.

he saw many things in your eyes, like that yearning he saw before and some sort of genuine happiness along with a sense of comfort. he frowned and relaxed at the romantic gesture. he wanted to look away but he found himself going back to you, like it was a hide and seek in an open field.

his mind stops working when you slip your hand with his, intertwining your fingers and melding your palms. "you are to me."

his eyes are beautiful, you would mention. you two were meerly on a small adventure, wandering off to lokapola jungle to collect some mushrooms when (he assumes) you spotted his eyes. he froze and might've dropped a few mushrooms at your comment. he doesn't turn to see you, his face already a vibrant shade of red. "must you compliment me so openly?" he snarls but even he himself could tell he didn't mean any negative undertone of his.

he can see the smile on your face as you briefly chuckle and wanderer feels his chest tighten. "your eyes match the mushrooms," you explain. "and it's okay for couples to say cheesy things in public."

you placed another mushroom in his arms, even though he had very little to no space and he gave you a glare. it was more of a pout, with his eyebrows furrowed and red cheeks, he looked like a kid who's candy got taken away. his eyes met yours and you have on that look he hates so much. he couldn't see it but his eyes swirled colors like the ocean, like the stars.

he looks away from you, a frown covering his face as he starts to walk away, expecting you to follow. "pshh.. you're an idiot." and you do, right beside him.

he's strong, you would mention. seeing him in battle as he defeated enemies swiftly was a little, enjoyable past time of your when lesser lord kusnali asks wanderer for items and you often never bothered to help. it's not like he'd let you anyways as he was too scared to let any harm come to you (not like he'd say it out loud).

he tried to give you a sarcastic remark but nothing actually valid seemed to cross his mind so he just stared at you. he hoped to the archons that this wasn't another one of your zone-outs. it was and he only noticed that when you started to massage his upper back.

"you work so hard, wanderer.." you cooed and he felt himself flinch. he turned back to you and looked into your eyes. that same stare he learned to hate was filled with longing and some kind of regret and sadness.

"...what is up with you?"

you stay quiet, only smiling to him as your hands place themselves around his waist. "let's focus on the present, okay?"

...

you coughed a lot, he mentioned. every few minutes you let out a small cough and more times than what he'd like to count, excused yourself to let out the most excruciating sound. he figured you were just sick—you usually don't get ill but when you do, it hurts like a bitch.

wanderer let you sleep in and made breakfast for you without any complaints. he tucks you in to sleep and makes sure your hair is pulled back when you throw up. it pained him to see you like this and it pissed him off even more that you wanted to still spend time with him, even following him to do danger commissions.

didn't you see all the potential diseases out there? you can't risk getting even sicker in the state you're in. so he puts you in house rest.

daily, he has to make sure he leaves early while you asleep or busy doing something. he leaves small notes on the table just in case you actually need him for an emergency. he also makes sure to make some sort of food to keep you from starving.

you had gotten paler, he mentioned. your skin was losing its soft and gentle glow only to be replaced with a lifeless blue hue. you reassured him that it's fine but he was right to not believe you. your cough had only gotten worse and you relied on him to wake you up in the mornings.

he took you to the only person he knew. lesser lord kusanali welcomed you two in her sanctuary and noticed wanderer's rushed advances. "oh, is something the matter?" she asked but he didn't answer. he meerly dragged you beside him and told her about your condition.

nahida's smile falters the more she listens and he notices how you still manage to smile and look happy. that look on your face is haunting him.

the dendro archon stays silent after your beloved explains your illness and she looks up at you. it's as if she's asking permission to tell him. you nod.

"wanderer, with what you told me, i can only come to one conclusion and.. it's not a very good one." she rest her hand on her heart, showing her sympathy. wanderer scoffs as if he's annoyed with being left in the dark about the matter.

"...[name] has eleazar."

you had grown scales on your back and arms, he mentioned. after the bad news being handed to him, he didn't speak to you for a few days. he still helped you walk and eat and sleep peacefully but your cheery mood mad him angry. how can you be happy when there's voices in your head making you insane?!

he could've played it off as a virus since he was in denial but he was your arms. you were getting ready (even if you just stayed in the house), one of the things he avoids doing for your sake and his, when he laid his eyes on the black scales. they were all over your upper body and it made him fall quiet.

you were really sick. you couldn't have gotten sick—i mean, you weren't when the dendro archon erased her ancestor! that's when any eleazar should've been healed, right? it cleared the forbidden knowledge, right?

wanderer didn't come home for a few days. he needed some space and time to think. you respected his option and you watched as he left from the front door. "i love you." you say.

how he wishes he said it back.

nahida found your lifeless body in your shared bed. she had went to check up on your condition and instead found that. you had a pen and paper on the side of your hand, folded like a letter and already addressed. she can only wonder how long you knew about it.

wanderer came home, finally. he opened the door and saw aether, paimon, and nahida at the table, looking concerned. he eyes them. "what are you doing in me and [name]'s house?"

aether looks down and nahida fiddles with her hands. paimon attempts to make a funny joke, "well, now it's just your house." silence filled the room and aether elbowed his companion in the ribs. she shrieked and lesser lord kusnali spoke up.

"i came to take care of [name] due to your request but i found this. i'm truly sorry, wanderer." she slids a small letter from her hand to his side of the table. he eyes it and cautiously takes it in his hands. he immediately recognizes your handwriting and looks up.

"where are they?" he asks, sternly. he knows something is wrong but he doesn't want it to be what he thinks it is. paimon starts sobbing and aether comforts her, frowning to himself.

nahida speaks up again. "in your bedroom. please, read the letter first." wanderer ignores her, attempting to see you. aether quickly grabs his arm and sits him down beside nahida. "let go of me!" he yells but the traveler doesn't. nahida looks at him and he lets go of the puppet.

"[name] knew this would happen, they told me about their dreams and their illness. they wrote that letter for you, wanderer. please."

he stays silent, only looking at the hallway in which your bedroom is in. he frowns before leaning back in his chair and opening the letter swiftly. it took him a while to read all of it but the gist was that you were gone.

not stolen or kidnapped, so he couldn't find you again. not gone as in you left, so he couldn't get to you again. but gone.

you told him you loved him and he didn't say it back. is that karma? his stone face turns into one of grief. his lip quivers and he clenches his fist, crumbling the paper. wanderer stuffs it in his pocket and stands up eruptly. no one stops him when he runs to your shared room.

he slams the door open. the room was quiet and dim, the sun hadn't been out and it started to rain. he looks to the bed and there you were. you were still in the clothes he last saw you in which makes him think how long you've been like this.

you had a smile on your face as you rest and it irked him. he reaches out for you, his arm falling after he realizes you're not coming back. this wasn't a silly prank that you spend days planning in advance to catch him off guard, this was real.

he calmly sits beside you, near the foot of the bed. he reached out and touched your hand. it was cold just like his.

that made his facade crack. touching your lifeless hand, the hand which filled him with so much warmth was gone. he looked down as tears ran down his face. you would wake up and comfort him, he thinks to himself. you'll tell him this is just a bad dream, he thinks. you were awake, and alive, and healthy...

another choked sob leaves him and he holds your hands tightly. he was afraid to let you go now, even after everything.

...

the moon is dark now, he notices. it didn't shine and when it did, the clouds covered it. he laid on a hill, stargazing. it was you two's anniversary. he remembers how much you loved the stars.

wanderer didn't know where to go now. he had awful memories of everywhere. talking to aether or nahida didn't help the poor man's grieving heart. he didn't want to stay there anymore but he couldn't afford to lose the little he had left of you.

the wind blows like it did that night. the night it went wrong. he looked back up to the moon.

he didn't see the beauty that you saw, he didn't see the life you saw, he didn't feel what you felt. he wasn't like you, and maybe that's it hurts more. wanderer sat up, wiping off any grass off of his sleeves and stayed silent.

he remembered your letter, the one he tore and crumbled, the one that contained the remaining life you had. he took it out of his pocket and tried to fix the folds.

he began to read,

"you're the moon to me." the letter was almost as cheesy as what he thought today would be. "you shine the most brightest in the dark." he continued to read, silently whispering the words to himself as if you were there. "even when you're clouded, you're mesmerizing."

he chuckles, wiping his eyes and feeling his wet hand. had he been crying all this time? he doesn't dare to read any further, folding it with care and placing it behind his vision.

the clouds drifted away from the moon, he realized. the soft and mellow glow touched him and the wanderer felt a sense of comfort. it was like you were there with him. it was delusional, he knows, but can't a man dream?

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blazingstaro · 9 months ago

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Hi Tessa! I’d love to do the oc emoji ask about any of your ocs, but I’m bad at making choices… uhhh, I guess this is basically a wild card ask! Hit me with anything about any of your ocs!

OOH— dealer's choice, eh?

Oooh lemme see whooo... I've been updating a lot of my OCs lately behind the scenes, not just story-wise, but their actual designs too!

As a treat, I'll share with you some information on two characters— the two I've updated very recently!

Starting off with the big mystery woman of all DotS— Eave. Her full name is Eavantide Sol, and for readers new to DotS, she's been a big deal throughout my comics— and still is! A lot has changed with her behind the scenes, so I can freely reveal some big secrets about her. But don't worry.... there's plenty more mystery taking these secrets' place ;D Hehehehe!

So this is Eave!

She's been in front of you guys this entire time, and has been my avatar for YEARS. She and her husband have been on my front page on DA for like 5-6 years now. Hidden in plain sight!

Some of my readers early on theorized that she's Meta Knight's ex-girlfriend! She is not. (In fact, DotS Meta has always been too shy and awkward to ask anyone out on a date LOL!).

Eave here is Meta Knight's sworn sister, one of his many surrogate siblings. She's his older sister, with the two having a 10-year difference between them, and they share the same birthday too! March 23rd!

It's quite obvious who else she's related to, but her ancestry runs quite deeply into the era of yore. Modernly she'd be 524 years old. She died 280 years ago, slain by a mysterious figure. However, her body was never recovered. Allegedly this is connected to a case she was deep into, one she found to be serious and genuinely threatening.

She was something of a spy for the Star Warriors after retiring from several decades of working as a field medic. Eave was most well-known for her miraculous healing powers and playful, yet sassy personality. She was loyally married to her husband, a certain Captain within the Star Warriors, for 20 years prior to her death.

Eave is survived by her only daughter, who is currently in the care of her beloved husband and his current wife.

Now for the second character....

This guy

I've never shown him in color before because it's a dead giveaway as to who he's related to, but that's sort of the point now.

This guy has been haunting Town Town for the past decade or so, sometime after Nightmare's fall to Kirby. Locals are pretty worried about this figure because he dons the tattered remains of the late King Orpheus' armor.

Anyone who bears scarred armor of noble knights passed is someone to be quite alarmed by. Yet some of Meta Knight's warriors don't seem too bothered by this individual, since they have yet to do anything about him.

Then again, catching him is quite difficult! He's nimble, and according to rumors, an extremely skilled fighter. Some reports state that he carries around a large, sapphire blue sword on his back, and some local Dappermau say that dark matter taints his scent...

Yet he's never done any harm to Town. Locals are unsure what to feel about this strange individual. Some elders say he is a bad omen, others say that he is the spirit of the late Knight King Orpheus that has come to watch over the young puffs in Town just as he would in life.

But there are few... who say nothing. Hold their tongues when asked about Town's haunt.

Meta Knight is one of those few.

#kirby #kirby series #dreams of the stars #dots comic #kirby oc #hoshi no kaabii #hoshi no kirby #kirby fanart #lore time #dots answers #answered #long post

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keirou-kun · 11 months ago

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So because I have zero self control and no one told me not to, I'm gonna scream about my favorite story from the original 1960s Teen Titans comics. This is Issue 14, the story entitled 'Requiem for a Titan!', and it is my go-to example for how Dick Grayson has just always been Like That™. A lot of the stories from this era are a little cheesy for my taste. Not bad! Just clearly products of their time. This one, though, with a little updating of the language, could have been written in a more modern series and I adore it. This got long, so I'm just gonna hide it under a cut.

So! Let's begin with the set-up! This story starts in medias res, with our bad guy meeting Robin in a creepy-ass graveyard and no information on how or why they're even there. Our bad guy, by the way, is called the Gargoyle, for obvious reasons.

that is, indeed, a fucking gargoyle.

The open grave is Robin's, of course, and Gargoyle has Robin throw in his cape, his tunic [revealing that beneath the tunic Dick Grayson is wearing what looks like a freakin' onesie with scale armor on the lower half, good lord XD] and - after some serious hesitation on Dick's part, bc secret identity oh no! - his mask. During this hesitation, we also find out that somehow Gargoyle has not only captured but somehow turned the other three Titans [Kid Flash, Wonder Girl, and Aqualad] over to his side, because they get used as a threat to force Dick's hand: do it, or fight your friends, basically.

not my secret identity...! fine, you win, Gargoyle.

So he does it and then has to focus on…something, we don't know what, but whatever it is makes him look hideous for a hot second before Gargoyle beams him off to a place called Limbo, where the Gargoyle rules supreme, oh no!

nice Two-Face imitation there, Dick.

Now we flash back to see just how the fuck Robin ended up in this predicament to begin with. So, in this run, there's various ways for people to get in touch with the Teen Titans directly, and one of them is apparently via a thing called Titan Hook-Up, where anyone can demand a five minute spot on TV if they have a message for the Titans. Apparently the Titans themselves pay for it, but since they're all literal teenagers who probably don't have part-time jobs due to, y'know, being junior superheroes, I gotta wonder who's actually footing the bill.

it's probably Bruce, let's be real here.

So the Gargoyle goes on, gets his time, and immediately claims to be an ex-con the Titans not only unjustly accused but deliberately withheld evidence of innocence of just to ensure they'd put him away. Not all of them, though! Only one of them did this dastardly deed, because only one of them actively knew. The Gargoyle threatens revenge on all four if the guilty party doesn't fess up. Of course, none of the Titans have any idea who this guy is or what the hell he's talking about, especially since he doesn't match the description of any of the bad guys they've caught so far, but, uh-oh…trouble in paradise; Wally, Garth, and Donna all immediately jump to Robin as the potentially guilty party!

gee thanks guys

An unspecified while later, the team gets called out to go deal with a potential riot at a theatre over a concert that got canceled. That bit of suspicion has been growing in the minds of Robin's teammates, though Robin himself apparently has no concerns of his own on that score.

thanks for that vote of confidence guys.

Unfortunately for the team, it turns out the theatre is empty and the whole thing was a ruse; they've been lured straight into a trap by the Gargoyle, oh no! Robin, naturally, starts doing what he's always done, taking the lead and trying to get the team to jump into action to deal with their enemy. Unfortunately for him, his teammates' suspicion paired with the Gargoyle reminding them that only one of them supposedly screwed him over means that…well…

nice to know you care, team.

At which point the Gargoyle uses his magic ring - just go with it - and a beam of energy transports everyone but Robin to a place called Limbo, a plane ruled by none other than the Gargoyle. He'd wanted to trap all four of them in Limbo, but it seems that our Boy Wonder hadn't harbored any doubts or suspicions about his team at all! Typical Dick Grayson tbh.

that's our boy tbh

Robin, intent on trying to defeat the Gargoyle on his own and get his friends back, immediately goes after the guy, only to find himself suddenly attacked by each of his former teammates in turn; turns out, anyone in Limbo hates everyone in the real world. Even worse, they're all somehow giant-sized. Kid Flash literally flicks Robin across the theatre, Wonder Girl uses the power of her bracelets to throw him into one of the balconies, Aqualad chucks him right back at the stage where Wally's waiting to turn this into a game of catch. Things are not going well for the Boy Wonder, especially since in amongst all this is the Gargoyle egging them on.

Ultimately Robin manages to break his momentum by grabbing a cable, but a poorly-timed sandbag knocks him out, leaving him helpless. Meanwhile the cable he grabbed turns out to be a high voltage cable which starts a fire, driving the Gargoyle away before he can kill Robin himself and leaving Dick unconscious as the fire spreads through the theatre.

that can't be good.

Fortunately the fire trucks are already responding and Robin, of course makes it out while everyone else assumes the other three are dead in the fire. I mean, their helicopter even explodes [it was parked on the roof] and there's no sign of anyone but Robin coming out of the blaze, so why would they? And Robin can't tell anyone the truth, because who'd actually believe it? So he gets to walk all the way back to their secret base trying to figure out how he's going to keep on crime-fighting as a solo act.

you couldn't find a better nickname for wally? come on.

Except, guess who's waiting for him at the secret hideout! Gargoyle and the others, oh no! The Gargoyle's going to take his now-evil Titans and start doing crime and evil, and probably use this as their base, which of course means they can't have Robin interfering. Rather than stay and fight, Dick dives through an escape hatch - a convenient laundry chute, actually; unsurprisingly his own design - that the others can't use right now because their phantasmic Limbo-created forms are too big.

whoops.jpg

So now Dick has no team, no base, and no idea what to do. His costume's torn, he's narrowly escaped death by inferno, he's just really not having a good time of it right now. So what's a Boy Wonder to do? Call it quits and go home? Oh hell no.

he's just always been like this, okay.

He takes on a sudden crime wave - spiked by the apparent death of three of the Titans - on his own, because of course he does. And it doesn't really go too well for him, because this boy is probably all of fifteen years old and not exactly used to being a solo act right now but he's too damn stubborn to stop and ask for help. Things come to a breaking point when he's got civilians feeling sorry for him.

dick honey no

And that leads us to that hill with the gravestones and the Gargoyle, so now we're all caught back up. The Gargoyle now has all four Titans in Limbo and, therefore, under his control to begin a crime wave the likes of which the world has never seen…

Or does he?

you sneaky son of a bitch, Grayson.

Turns out this is just part of Dick's own plan to find his teammates. He's exactly where he wants to be, and it doesn't take him long to find the others. Takes him even less time to start fighting them, knocking Aqualad for a loop wth a single kick and throwing Kid Flash at him a second later. Wonder Girl, however, takes a little more finesse than Robin apparently has, considering she not only lands one hit on him, she lands several.

dick is now really the time...?

But this, too, is all part of Dick's plan, since what he needed was for her to get angry enough for Limbo to start resonating with her emotions, thereby bringing the Gargoyle back from the real world so Dick can actually fight the real bad guy. Because Dick has managed to come to Limbo without being twisted or changed by doubt or suspicion or evil, even though that's the only way the ring can send people from the real world to Limbo. So how did he manage this?

He faked it.

HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS. fuckin' "That's what spies do. We lie." energy right here.

Dick fucking Grayson managed to fake out a magic ring by faking evil thoughts…and he did it by focusing on his anger, I guarantee you, considering he himself states he did it by concentrating on how good the Gargoyle would look behind bars. He did this with spite and anger and somehow managed to look more evil than any other human the Gargoyle has ever seen before in the process.

So now Dick takes the fight to the Gargoyle. Or tries, anyway. He might not have his cape or mask, but he does still have his utility belt. Unfortunately, in Limbo, everything is the reverse of the real world, so a smokescreen automatically disperses, magnetic repulsion actually attracts, and nothing's really working. The Gargoyle finally manages to sever the belt entirely, which not only removes Robin's access to his gadgets but also reveals the truth about what he wears under that red tunic.

that's a fucking leotard. he's wearing a onesie. not even short-shorts, it's a onesie. Dick why XD

However! Robin's not out of the fight yet! He manages to grab his belt and use it as an impromptu arm guard, while also pulling out one last gadget that will save the day!

no, tiny tools, my one weakness!

The pliers are used to break the Gargoyle's magic ring - the one that transported everyone to Limbo to begin with - and doing that means that neither the Gargoyle nor Dick - nor the others - can stay in Limbo any longer. Unfortunately, since the Gargoyle is currently stuck to Dick's arm that means that they're both getting sucked into the space between worlds…until the release of energy throws the Gargoyle clear. Too far out of reach for Robin to even try to grab hold of him again. Not that he wants to.

dick pls

Fortunately, our heroes all reappear on that creepy hilltop in the real world, and even more fortunately none of the three who got caught seem to have any memory of what happened or how they got there. Dick gambled on destroying the thing that brought them into Limbo and it paid off. And he was willing to reveal his identity to his teammates to do it.

okay technically she has back in issue 11 but shh we'll just pretend that never happened it's fine >w>

Are some plot elements a little ridiculous or cheesy? Sure, but no more so than some of the shit we see; cheesy and ridiculous is a comic book staple, after all. It's mostly the dialogue being used, but give it a bit of an update in terms of phrasing and slang and possibly nicknames and honestly this story wouldn't be at all out of place in a modern run. I really kinda love it.

#Musings #dick grayson #teen titans #classic comics #robin #boy wonder #dc comics #geekery #bluebird

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astralartefact · 2 months ago

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Extra Entry 00a - Final Fantasy 14 Endwalker 6.X Patch Series

Synopsis

The Gang Solves a Demon Crusade

The Gang Learns of the Messiest Divorce in the Multiverse

The Gang Ruins their Academic Reputation by Absolutely Botching the Only Interview Humanity Will Ever Have With Their Gods (Gone Wrong) (Gone Blasphemous)

The Gang Does Side Quests at the Other End of the Universe

i wrote this ages ago before dawntrail came out and forgot to post it but i still agree with what i wrote so have fun experiencing some hindsight <3

How much did I know before playing?

I'm playing this game since the end of Heavensward.

Did I like it more than I expected?

As seemingly one of 5 people with healthy expectations in this community I actually did.

Except for---

Since I liked it, here's what I hated about it

Eulogia. Fuck Eulogia. Way to ruin, like, everything.

Who wrote this. I just have some questions. I want to know if you ever once thought, like at all. For your own sake, dear writer responsible for this shlock, I hope YoshiP never reveals your name to the public for you already have a spiritual nemesis that will badmouth you to his absolutely non-sizeable internet audience.

Also, I guess searching for a Pictomancer glam in preparation for Dawntrail also has made me once again aware that the designs for magic armor in this game suck ass, you know I enjoy the subdued but still magical vibe of the art design but to be quite honest I thoroughly dislike most of the armor aesthetic. How are you guys, especially male characters, maining magic jobs with only like 3 glams that aren't long, ugly and/or feminine robes, I knew it was a meme but it's really that bad.

The worst part really is that there's several dozen good outfits where you can literally see the line where the top should have ended - only for them to still extend the cape all the way to the ground for no good reason making the entire piece look like shit. pls yoshi p just loosen the glam restrictions so you just have to have the class unlocked at that level to glam it onto every other class q_q that would take a minimal amount of effort and it would solve world hunger i swear it would q_q

What did this game make me think about?

The place of Redemption, Accountability and Forgiveness in our current age and its relation to our relationship to Religion.

And just so you're aware it's not the fucking God Exodus Story Line that made me think about any of that, no, that shitty story line has not thought a singular second about any of those points.

Specific Impressions that will stick with me

As much as I hate the story of Myths of the Realm the presentation slaps as always, the raids are gorgeous and Soken does what Soken do. (I'm value neutral on the Raid's difficulty or whatever the community decides to care about these days)

The Left Ending of Sil'dih with the tea table surrounded by flowers (i think it's the left one?) that place is so fckin pretty q_q and i love nanamooo

Outstanding Audio

Basically all of Myths of the Realm except for the Final Boss theme which I hate on principle because Fuck Eulogia

hurts bc dawn of a new era is was my favorite ff14 theme q_q

Troian Beauty in D Minor i don't think it's d minor

Favorite Character

KRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILE does she count she's barely in it

Nophica with a Gun (the Nophica that wasn't ruined by Myths of a Realm)

Paper Menphina

My Hrothgar Barbariccia OC I wrote to be my wol's shard of the void

And I did like Zero!

Favorite Arc/Story Line

I liked the Void Arc, I know People are big mad about it but I think it's fine! I only think it should have been optional, basically exactly like Stormblood's Four Lords, a Trial Series with a few Dungeons in between - then it wouldn't have had the burden of leading right into Dawntrail (a contrast so stark they couldn't even have tried to smoothen the transition) and people wouldn't have expected Zero to stay immediately relevant too.

Also some of the minor-ish quest lines were cute :)

Favorite Set Piece

I love Lymllaen's arena, it's kind of simple but so effective.

The final trash mobs in Thaleia :)))

Really cool Area with interesting mob design :)))))

A glimpse of what could have been :)))))))))) HOW IS THE FINAL TRASH MOB AREA PRETTIER THAN THE FINAL BOSS ROOM

Favorite Scene

Zero giving Golbez the chance to repent.

Best Performance (I played with JP voices)

AEGISU OBU HARUONE!!!!!!!!!

every single one of the gods was great, but not all of them, if you catch my drift (get it, fuck eulogia)

German Localization Notes

If you know me you know that I think the German FFXIV Localization is better than the English one and it still is and it will continue to be. I gladly pass on meme-y item descriptions if it means that I can expect the translation to not just write whatever it feels like at any given moment. (also, as I have expressed before I can't stand english olden speech writing, thank god the german tl doesn't do all that)

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What about this game gives me Hope for the future of gaming?

I have nothing really to say, I'm just so excited for Pictomancer you guys, every time I think about it I'm flushed with immense joy. I didn't think they would do it, but it's real. It's actually happening.

I guess what gives me Hope about that is that Yoshi P didn't get too lost in FF16's Fantasy Realism, because drab fantasy aesthetics is truly the worst outcome of lore culture.

What about this game makes me scared for the future of gaming?

You see, there is this thing that has happened since the common consciousness has deemed that Shadowbringers is indeed that good and it's that people kind of immediately turned around to say, that actually, FF14 - WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE BAD BAD STORMBLOOD WHICH IS BAD!!!! - has always been good.

After all Heavensward had that one quest line we all liked, remember, and the one dude died and we all really cared about him, right right right???

And while you are allowed to picture me dismissively pointing at your copy of Heavensward while I'm saying this I don't actually have that big of a take over Heavensward, mainly because I'm not particularly interested in reexamining it since I'm still not over how wildly that writer fumbled FF16's entire narrative point for 'emotional storytelling' or whatever that ending was about, the only thing I will say is that People always bring up the death as this big meaningful thing that's so impactful and how dare you not care about it as if Heavensward hasn't had two other pretty essential characters die for absolutely no good reason apart from conveniently getting rid of a character that would be a hassle to keep up with or setting up character development for another.

Anyways, the problem I actually have was that middle bit, the text in bold where people feel this insistent need to point out that they do indeed know that Stormblood's story is "bad."

But we all know that. It's one of those opinions everyone already shares with each other, because it's pretty obvious. Literally everyone, even and especially the ones who still like it, know that the story leaves at least a little bit to be desired - because different from what certain people online try to make you believe most people are indeed critical of the things they like. A lot of people just don't feel like loudly critizising every little thing they have a problem with, especially when overall they're still enjoying themselves. Some people call it being fun at a party. And if you're constantly nagging, you're not fun at a party - it's not a safe space full of snowflakes, you're just a complainer and that's why nobody wants to talk to you.

It's not that insightful to see that Stormblood didn't quite do it. If you were alone with him in a room even Yoshi-P would admit that Stormblood 'wasn't optimal' or whatever he would say, he's not that stupid, he's just professional enough not to throw his writers under the bus just to bad mouth his own product. And yet there's this certain subset of people that really really needs you to know that the expansion where they cried because that one guy they shipped their oc with died is really really good and yet the other one that's split in half for no reason is really really bad - as if it's something that's needed to be said. As if it's Insightful Commentary we all needed to hear.

I will make this sound more dramatic than I think it really is, but I think the critical reception of Shadowbringers has emboldened the FFXIV community to take their personal (emotional) reaction to a piece of media as proof that a thing is good. I think some link between "I liked it" and "It is good" has been strengthened in some people's minds and some of those people have started to use that for bad by using it as a weapon upgrade in the usual endless complaining about things everyone agrees is bad.

Basically, This thing is Bad has become This thing is Bad, unlike the thing which is clearly Good because I liked it (and look, everyone agrees with me)

Except of course you can like bad things. The Game Awards nominated FF16 for Best Narrative.

And that just makes for repeated situations where people will say shit like "but it's so good because it's bittersweet" about Myths of the Realm - which, great, happy you had an emotional response to all of that - but that's also kind of the bare minimum you should achieve when you decide to kill off characters that are so important to the setting you choose a diety for your character before you choose a name. The Twelve Leaving being sad is Basic Empathy, to me that's not some kind of writing success.

Sadly whoever mangled this sad excuse for a storyline also decided to make sure the exodus of the Twelve somehow left less impact on the game world than fucking YoRHa:Dark Apocalypse and there you people keep complaining about it despite it being a cross-over storyline where something like that shouldn't be expected.

What I want to make clear by pointing this out is that the problem with that isn't that people like something that's bad actually - you can like Myths of the Realm, it's fine - and it's not even something more profound sounding like 'people become "too attached" to a piece of media to the point of being personally insulted when it's critizised.'

Because to that point I say a) of course people feel weird when a thing they like is being bad mouthed that's just a normal human reaction (you know, one of the things art is about, you generally create something to be reacted to) and I don't like how that continually crops up as a rebuttal to people becoming "defensive" over "something meaningless" (nice way to refer to art btw) as if growing attached to a piece of art is something to be ashamed of - and also b): people on the internet overstate the value and necessity of public critique. (not saying it's not important but some people seem to think only their critique alone is the sole way a creator can grow which... i regret to inform you that unsolicited advice is rarely as helpful as you would like it to be, even if it is "correct".)

I think the problem is that these 'criticisms' don't come out of a genuine "empathy" for the thing they like - unlike some people seem to have convinced themselves - because if that was the case maybe we would actually get not necessarily a productive discussion - none of us is working on this game after all (and honestly it's okay to stop pretending that somebody who does listens) - but it would be a more interesting one for sure. I can't tell you what to like (as much as I would love to), but I can encourage you to have more meaningful introspections into what you love than to blindly accept those tired talking points everyone is repeating at nauseam.

And with more meaningful I don't actually mean 'deep' it just means being honest to yourself and your feelings, even and especially if it is something completely mundane.

Because I think a lot of this is the opposite - this is people parroting common points about the thing that is popular to be part of the in-group with as little personal stake as possible - and by punching down on the out-group you can strengthen your place in the crowd, your social capital. It's bullying masquerading as 'valid criticisms', or maybe even Nerd Populism. if only we had an alliance raid series about that.

The Ramble Section where I get to actually talk about what I thought about

I would love nothing more than to 'valid criticism' all over Myths of the Realm - but that would take 15 pages of a Google Doc and I think down here is really not the place.

It's just sad to see the Twelve, Aglaia, Euphrosyne and 3/4ths of Thaleia be absolutely wasted for a shitty resolution that spits in the face not only of our beloved made-up history facts known as Lore but also the entire premise of ARR to Stormblood. But hey, at least it's bittersweet am i right

Anyways, let's Ramble about Ancient Greek Pronounciation.

I haven't had Ancient Greek in School (I could have, but Latin was already old and boring enough for me, thanks) so I had to scrape together how to pronounce Euphrosyne just so I can be annoying about it and as much as I want to say Oi-pro-sü-neh (I think English Speakers don't have the german ü sound, it's basically the same as in the french word rue) because it's much easier to pronounce, Ancient Greek makes a difference between Eu and Oi and I fail to understand how the Eu sounds no matter how many times I listen to it.

By which I mean, you can pretend it's You-froze-a-knee as much as you want, it's wrong and you sound foolish.

#ffxiv #ff14 #endwalker #atarasegamediary

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akirathedramaqueen · 5 months ago

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Thank you so much on following up on this topic in the post-Apology Tour era! I agree, it was very frustrating for this conversation to turn out in the worst way possible, and I also expected for Blitzø to stand up for himself, but you know? Um, I feel the reason he didn't was exactly my last point in the original post. Because all his fears that Stolas hated him for not coming to save the prince were just validated. Knowing the amount of self-loathing Blitzø is coated in, I am sure he would find much harsher words in his mind to blame himself for it. See how he struggles to respond to this, his body language switching between anxious neck scratch and defensive stance in the matter of milliseconds, his speech disruptive and unclear at first.

I bet he also fights his own demons in his head at the same time - remember Truth Seekers?

Yet you still shove anyone who gets too close until they resent you for being a selfish, shitty, shit fuck! S1EP6, 10:37

It is quite hard to protect yourself when you don't believe you deserve to be protected. When your own self hates you more than anyone could ever.

And the rest of conversation goes even worse for Blitzø as it's now uncovered he didn't even tell Stolas it's not the first time Striker tried to end his life, and...

Well, it buries any opportunity to justify Blitzø because it is obviously a royal fuck up on his side (pun intented). I won't go further in the conversation, because it will take us slightly away from the Western Energy, but I just wanted to point out that after that whatever Blitzø would bring up, it wouldn't matter anymore.

And about Stolas not taking M&Ms into account... Here's two sides I see in it.

First of all, the prince is yet to grow and learn how deeply rooted his internalized racism is.

Ugh, that's better. Where is Blitzy? He's my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones. S1EP2, 13:20

He treats Blitzø better just because he is personally attracted to him, and his attitude toward other imps remains unchanged - no matter if it's Blitzø's friends or his butlers.

I believe though that he has the capacity to change, and he already shows a great progress with Blitzø himself! He never used degrading nicknames to address Blitzø after Ozzie's, and I think he has already done some work off-screen to be better at it. He just needs a little push and maybe someone (or something; him having to experience this kind of humiliation himself maybe?) to show him that this is inherently and globally wrong, and everyone deserves to be respected.

On the other hand, there's the second part to him not acknowledging M&Ms and their efforts to save him. When it's true that he wanted for Blitzø specifically to be there, because it's probably the closest person to him after Via (yes, it's that sad), it's also true that after all of that, Blitzø never visited the prince in the hospital, and Stolas didn't receive any kind of support from him besides "Giv bevver swoon :(". He was ghosted, for Hell's sake, when he was on the brink of death! What was he supposed to think about Blitzø and their relationship after this? We know why Blitzø wasn't there, of course, we've already covered that, but for Stolas it looks like Blitzø never cared. It is very painful to be left alone in a situation like this, where you barely stayed alive, was tortured, and abandoned by your loved one. It's unbearable even.

One can only hope they'll get back together and talk it out. That Blitzø finally explains himself, and Stolas listens to him, that they find a place in their hearts to show compassion and understand each other, in an environment where they don't already have scorched earth under their feet—this was not the beginning of the fight, after all.

One can only hope.

Some thoughts on the Western Energy trainwreck

Soo, I've come across that post, and... it made me thinking.

Stolas spent there the whole time, not knowing Blitzø *did*, in fact, send help. He assumed he was all alone, although still had some resemblance of hope, a fragile straw he hang on to piss off Striker, allowing to tear up only when one didn't look at him.

And... hell, I used to see many comments about how Blitzø let him down there... But did he?

Oh course, some think he did, and he surely thinks he did, too. But, although the whole sequence with him and Loona trying to get that S.H.O.T. was a fucking circus and looked like a joke compared to suffers Stolas had to endure and barely survive...

To be honest, these scenes being put together on surface do, in fact, make it think that the whole Stolas being on the verge of death ordeal is a joke to Blitzø and he would rather spend time running around with big needles and stuff.

If to get back to the phone convo between them at the beginning of the episode, Blitzø mentions that it took him 5 years to book that appointment, and it means a lot for him to not miss it. Missing out on that shot meant to put Loona in potential danger, his daughter, and, although we don't know what kind of shots they were talking about, we know for sure what does missing out on a vaccine schedule could mean in the real world - we tend to forget how dangerous polio, for instance, is, as most of us have access to the vaccine and don't get to experience it not even themselves, but in close vicinity as well. For us, vaccines might seem to be some kind of stupid routine, something we got comfortable with in a privileged world, something which surely could be skipped for a day, right? But in Blitzø's one they are luxury.

Despite all of that, I also want to put your attention to the fact that he wasn't going to ignore it. He is speeding up, and I think (although it's not expressed explicitly, but not everything should be, right?), that he already made up his mind that Stolas is a priority.

You are not thinking it's about shots, right? He wasn't that reckless in driving before *that* call.

And! He wasn't even the initiator of Millie and Moxxie going instead of him. *M&M's* were.

And Blitzø trusts them, because why not? They are his employees, they are skilled and capable, and they are his friends as well, they know that shit is important to him (although he isn't willing to admit it himself).

We see also, how Stolas was admitted to the hospital immediately, which already gives a hint on how different their stance in the world is. I wonder sometimes how it would've turned out if Stolas proposed to Blitzø to use the royal influence to get another appointment shortly after Blitzø saves him, but we know he didn't get much time to even think about that. He wasn't even able to finish the sentence before Striker took his phone off him.

To be honest, I don't think the outcome itself would have been much different. I don't think Blitzø would've done a better job at saving Stolas, but, maybe, only maybe, he would've felt better because he was, at least, there for him.

Because you know that shit is going to haunt him till the day he dies. Because it only reassured him that he isn't capable of sticking around for his people.

Because, you know... happened once already.

No wonder he left Stolas's message on "read". Knowing all things before and after, it's not a surprise that he, tending to take all of responsibility for all the wrongs on himself more than he should to, couldn't face the consequence of what he thinks he failed in. He, speaking figuratively, left Fizz on "read" for 15 years, and he kinda sorted it out only because he couldn't run anymore and had to face the trauma as circumstances didn't give him a chance to chicken out.

I wonder what he was trying to tell Stolas. But I don't think we will ever get to learn that.

Aw, crap, I am done here, I am going to go and cry for a little bit. Thanks for coming to my ted talk, see ya in like 5 minutes to experience some Full Moon trauma again, because I can't get over these two. XD

#thank you for bringing the apology tour up!#I was meaning to follow up on this post with the new information but I was not sure how to properly articulate or analyze it #and your post helped a lot!#and sorry I didn't check grammar this time so if it's sounds like a 5th grader essay you're not far from truth #helluva boss #stolitz #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss apology tour #blitzø #stolas x blitz #blitz x stolas

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minty-mumbles · 2 years ago

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First Impressions

A short "Chain meets Wild" fic" but the Chain is just Warriors

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The weather where the portal had dumped Warriors wasn’t pleasant. It wasn’t extremely cold, but the wind that constantly whipped through the area carried a biting chill down from the mountains. Not five minutes after he had been spat out of the portal, his lips were already numb. There wasn’t even any sunshine to cut the chill, as it had been overcast and dreary the entire three days he had been here.

Wherever here was. It certainly wasn’t his Hyrule, and he didn’t recognize it as any other Hyrule the heroes had visited. They haven't been to Wind’s era yet, but from the sailor’s description of it, his Hyrule had nothing like the expansive plateaus and mountains that stretch around him. It was also supposed to largely be a tropical climate, which this definitely was not.

He had been surprised to find himself alone when he had reoriented himself from the portal. The heroes hadn’t been traveling as a group for very long, a week at most. But before now, when they went through a portal as a group, they had always come out of a portal as a group.

Not this time apparently.

He could only hope the others were all together, or if they were alone, they were faring well.

Warriors had been traveling south for the past few days. There wasn’t much else to do. He hadn’t seen any signs of life besides some ruins which had to be several decades old, if not more. There was no way he was going to head north into the snowy mountains, especially not as unprepared as he was. With no other option, and no clues on where to go, heading south was his best bet.

He had just finished packing up camp. It didn’t take very long; he hadn’t even had a fire last night. He had to be careful. As it was only him. He couldn't set a watch, and it would be prudent not to light a beacon straight to him for any enemies. It made the night terribly cold, but he just hunkered down, wrapping his blanket and scarf tighter around himself.

Warriors looked around, making sure he had packed away all his meager travel supplies, and started walking. He wrapped his scarf tighter around his head. It was now no longer decorative, serving its functional purpose by keeping the chilled wind off of him. This place had been strangely devoid of monsters, so he had even taken off his armor. The heat conductive metal did him no favors in this weather.

He hadn’t even been walking for half an hour when a sudden shout rang out in the otherwise silent landscape. “Hey, you there! Are you Warriors?” The call had him whipping around to face a rapidly approaching figure. For a second, hope grew inside of him that one of the other heroes had found him, but it was quickly squashed as an unfamiliar figure in a blue tunic approached him at a jog.

He tensed, unsure of this man and his intentions. No, not a man- it was a boy, probably only the same age as the young traveler hero. He looked friendly enough, hands held up placidity as he slowed to a stop several feet away from him.

“You’re Warriors, right?” The boy repeated, giving him a once over, muttering to himself, “Ah, at least, you match the description they gave me, and I don't remember seeing you before.” That last part was muttered under his breath. Warriors tensed further, frowning and looking the stranger over more thoroughly. In his experience, people he didn’t know, looking for him in the middle of nowhere was never a good sign.

“Yes, I am he. How do you know my name?” He said warily.

The boy waved away his concern. “Your friends are looking for you, and I’ve been helping them. You’ve been a pain to find. I didn’t expect you to be all the way out here, but I've searched everywhere else.” Warriors still didn’t trust him, but he had seen no other living Hylian during his short time here. He didn’t have much choice, if he wanted to find the civilization and the other heroes as quickly as possible.

The stranger tilted his head, long blonde hair falling over his shoulder. Warriors noticed a twitch of an impish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, before he said, “How on earth did you manage to get all the way out here? How’d you get separated from them anyways?”

Warriors cleared his throat, going for the easiest explanation, and hoping to Hylia that this boy hadn’t been in the area a few days prior, otherwise he would call Warriors’ bluff. “There was a storm. I got separated from my group in the bad weather. I was blown pretty far off course, so to speak.”

The boy- he still hadn’t given Warriors his name- gave him a long, deadpan stare before speaking in a deceptively bland tone. “Hmmm. That’s funny. They told me you got separated because they ran into a pack of moblins that chased you off.”

Warriors felt his heart skip a beat. Panic filled him for a moment before he expertly squashed it down, keeping a blank face. He was about to open his mouth, swallow his pride and say ‘Yes, of course that’s what happened, I was just too prideful to admit that I was made to run away by a few moblins,‘ but he was stopped by the boy’s laughter.

“Your face, ha!” He stifled his laughter, seeing Warriors confused face. ”That was the story they gave me, at least before they told me that the eight of you are heroes of the ancient past, traveling through space and time to defeat an unknown evil that’s been ravaging the kingdom of Hyrule throughout time, and you actually got separated from them by the portals you’ve been using to time hop.”

Warriors stopped dead in his tracks. “They… told you that.” He said, skepticism dripping off his words. His hand was slowly drifting up towards his sword hilt. He found it very unlikely that his companions spilled that secret to a random stranger, and much more likely that this boy, whoever he was, had been spying on them.

The stranger skipped back a few steps away from Warriors, putting his hands up placatingly, still grinning. ‘Hey, hey, no need to get violent. I probably shouldn’t have started with that, but I was only joking around. And, uh, I really think I should introduce myself.“ His smile turned slightly sheepish, and he rubbed at the back of his neck. “My name is Link. Uh, Hero of the Wilds, apparently. I’m gonna be traveling with your group from now on. One hell of a way to mess up a first impression, huh?“

Well. ‘Huh,’ indeed. He hoped this new hero wasn’t always so impish.

#mint's fanfiction #linked universe #lu wild #lu warriors #lu fanfiction #linked universe wild #linked universe warriors #wow two fics in one day. what's next? three fics in one day?#hahah. maybe #this car ride has me bored

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pidgeon-brained · 2 years ago

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Mutually Assured Destruction

1k hurt/no comfort desert duo angst. Mild mentions of death, almost like domestic abuse but like, flavored funny. Idk. I don't believe in betas so if this is bad I'm sorry. Anyway!! Enjoy!!

The first death was an accident, the second was revenge.

Grian was more than happy to share his monopoly with his soulmate, At odds constantly or not, they were still soulmates, and business partners at that. So he shared the sand, and he was even excited when they crafted tnt together. It was a new era, a dangerous era. The other soulbonds better watch out. There was something oddly nice about creating weapons of mass destruction as the strings connecting you pull back and forth. It was almost peaceful. Maybe he could share his life with Scar after all.

This thought was ripped away from him when he stepped on the block. There was no indication he’d done something wrong, no click, no pressure plate compressing, not even the sound of a rail cart. Just a hiss and darkness.

Well. Not quite, before the darkness came the pain, came the ground being ripped from underneath him and the searing ever present sensation of being ripped limb from limb. His wings had opened, attempting to pull him from the blast; they had not opened fast enough. Every feather on his wings had singed and burned. He felt every single fiber, sending shocks through him. He felt only the shock and surprise coming from Scar’s end. He did not have time to process anything other than the burning before the dark screen came.

He stared at the message in awe, dropped into a random spot in the world. It was nearly nighttime.

Grian Blew up

GoodTimeWithScar died

The chat was filled with messages, asking about traps and what happened. How did Grian explain that it had been in his own base? There was only one other pair of red names on the server, and they wouldn’t do this to him. Surely not. Big B was his secret soulmate. He wouldn’t hurt him.

Besides, he was the only one with enough tnt to do something like that. Well him and . . .Scar. How could Scar be so stupid? Setting a trap where he knew Grian would walk. He would almost think it was intentional. He stewed on that for a while, as he made his way back to the base. Trying not to die to a variety of mobs. He sent and received a variety of minor hits. Nothing too serious, but enough to let each other know how stupid they had been.

They met at the base, down in the crater, trying to look for anything that hadn’t exploded. Grian was hoping to recover some of his armor, his weapons. Just something. He was out of luck, at least their valuables (the sand and tnt) were safely stored away. Scar looked incredibly embarrassed, especially considering the mess the trap had made. He had apparently swung by where he had died to retrieve his armor and sword.

“Sorry Gri!”

“Why did you trap our base!” Grian couldn’t help the anger and indignation that colored his voice.

“It was meant to just be a test! I wanted to see if it would work. How was I supposed to know you’d come back to the base before I could get a sheep to set it off?” The edge of annoyance in his voice only made Grian angerier.

“You could’ve warned me Scar!! We’re yellow now because you.”

“Me? You stepped on the trap. You blew up.”

There wasn’t anything sheepish or shy about Scar now, he was angry, reaching for a weapon. But that little part of his mind that could still care pulled him away from it. Grian didn’t have a weapon, didn’t have armor. He ripped his off with a speed that must’ve been practiced, he shoved the current item in his hand into his inventory. This would be an even fight, if only for the sake of proving his point.

“You gonna hit me Scar? Like a child? Go ahead. It’s your life too.” There’s a look in Grian’s eyes, a sort of burning, that tells Scar this won’t be a one off thing. This is war.

So he swung. Because war was something. Was some sort of turn of events, was a way of dealing, a way of breaking the tension. The sound Grian made was almost satisfying, a huff of air and a small gasp of pain. Scar squared up, and it was oddly reminiscent of a very different battle. But they were allies then. They meant something to each other, there wasn’t this well of unspeakable anger. There wasn’t this uncrossable void. He feels the pain through their line, a single heart of damage, still enough to sting.

Grian pulls back to swing and the move pulls Scar towards him, putting him easily in range. Scar could curse that string. It’s supposed to be a safety net, pull your soulbound out of danger, protect them at any cost. The hit comes when he’s too busy thinking to get out of the way.

Another heart, how many more is Grian worth?

He pulls on Grian’s fist, turning a little as he does so, dodging, but also yanking him around. Grian’s bird bones make him fragile, slamming into the wall comes with a sound not unlike falling through twigs in a tree. He squawks loudly, one wing hanging uselessly against his body.

His screech is blood curdling, and he lashes out with sharp claws, raking them across Scar’s face, reopening long closed wounds. The pain was dizzying, knocking them both half a heart from death. He wonders if he should plead for his life, but the vindictive look on Grian’s face tells him there will be no mercy. He doesn’t deserve mercy after all.

What has Scar ever done to deserve mercy?

There is a moment where he thinks Grian will stop. Perhaps he thinks there will be some hesitation. Surely there would be some hesitation. Is your life worth destroying your enemy? Inevitably linked at the cost of your own soul. Does Grian value it all so little that he would destroy himself in the pursuit of destroying Scar?

It never should’ve been a question, the answer has always proven yes.

The Last blow doubles and triples, rebounding back and forth in waves of inevitablity, in waves of shame and barely restrained emotions. It bounces around the empty tie like a screensaver, like a constant reminder that this device is on. Do not forget. Do not burn out the battery and leave it alone.

GoodTimeWithScar was slain by Grian

Grian died

Scar opened his eyes alone, his heart red like the cord attaching him to his enemy. They were meant to be friends. At least there was one thing he could always count on. No matter how close they were meant to be, Grian and Scar would always destroy one another.

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #gtws #desert duo #double life #double life fic #double life fanfic #desert duo angst #desert duo fanfic #red string of fate #hurt/no comfort #hermitblr #hermitcraft #fanfiction #angst

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yama-uba · 2 months ago

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I don't understand why our entire huge slasher fandom, whose population is estimated at hundreds of thousands of souls (especially since the advent of the Disney era), so stubbornly ignores Jango/Bane. And this has been going on since the very creation of the duros in Filoni's 2009 cartoon. And for almost 20 years, we have only a handful of fics and a couple of arts.

No prerequisites in canon? Come on, guys - in the old canon film, Fett Sr. and Kenobi exchange a two-minute suspicious glance, and look at how much material there is on the Internet about this ship. Okay, if Obi-Wan in fancanon is an incubus wrapped in nun's robes, then look at how many works have been created on pairings like Wolf/Fox, Amidala/any woman, Plo-Koon/Fisto, and so on, which often were never even in the same room.

And here is literally a gray alien with the concept of "gunfighter in space" and a dude named Django - I can already see how this "space polenesian viking" lives a whole adventure, moving deep into the planet of slums, dragging behind him on a rope a "coffin" on an ingravity sled in the form of a slab of frozen carbonite; and in the final fight with the head of this criminal world, he pulls out of the coffin not a buckshot, but his temporary partner and the second most dangerous man in the galaxy. Isn't this a perfect reference to those spaghetti westerns about sharpshooters?

Is that too much to ask? Just a couple of fics. I don't need it to be a porn text or even their personal meeting.

Emotion is enough:

In the middle of coitus, Cad is distracted by obsessive thoughts about how everything is wrong: that he is pretending to be a Duros (although he is actually a half-breed), that he is a bounty hunter (an unusual profession for Duros), that he has made an alien his "soul beacon" (his conservative upbringing is showing) and that they are both men (same thing). He demands that Fatt take him harder. More. He wants the hard sex to knock all the brains out of him so that he can no longer think about it. But instead, "Jango" forcibly opens his eyes. Bane remembers that he is in prison, where he is fucked from both sides by clone guards in front of the entire buzzing crowd, which is beating in gloating and ecstasy, watching as the "meat droids" humiliate the living legend of the criminal world. Bane snorts indifferently and returns to his quiet fantasy, where he is already calm - he doesn’t care what the plebs think, he is already too big to lose his reputation so easily.

Bane imagines that his "soul beacon" is communicating with him through the corpse of the killed clone. The blue gray sincerely repents for not being able to protect Bobba from all the shit of the world. And now the Duros is a father figure for the newborn Ailin Vel and regularly pulls Sintas back from the dead after her latest suicide attempt, while her husband is too busy being Darth Vader's personal bitch and has not sent a single credit for his family. Kad himself is morally broken, he does not need all this money, amnesty from Palpatine, the title of the best bounty hunter in the galaxy and the only thing that keeps him in this world: Ailin and the knowledge that the afterlife does not exist. "You know that I became the best simply because the best hunter died!"

A Duros dreams a dream that he realizes is a dream, but wants to deceive himself. The whole point is tied to my headcanon that Duros have a gene of nomadic herders due to their diet of blood and bone marrow (La Chupacabra), bury their dead under spaceports and make special "steps" on their ships so that the dead can climb into their ships before takeoff, so that the living Duros are protected, and the dead Duros continue to roam the universe. Cad believes only in this superstition of his people… but the decorative steps on his ship are so massive and wide even for the heaviest Duros soul, as if someone stocky in full armor should climb them.

Optionally, this fic can be a continuation of the second one after decades. Mirta Gev became the best bounty hunter not only because of her origin, but also because she has a very wise teacher-mentor, who still works despite his advanced age. No one knows how this is possible, but this Duros is the patriarch of the Fett clan, having as evidence only that he raised the main hunter of the family (Mirta) and "I fucked your great-grandfather - in our time, this was equivalent to a notarized certificate of paternity!" And the whole clan has to put up with this crazy old man (like Rick Sanchez) with his habits, like stubbornly calling Mirta's (Max's) son Boba, calling every droid Todo, all the children and foundlings in the clan love the "not made up" stories of the old man about how he took Palpatine himself hostage, fought the Jedi on equal terms, and also teaches them to swear in three languages. Cad revels in his carte blanche that he can tell Venk Skirata "shut up, son of a red-haired nymphomaniac" and he obeys, since he is below him in the clan hierarchy. And all the women in the family are indulgent about the fact that the old snake has a weakness for warming his bones on the warm breasts of mammals: "Baby, be more tolerant - he's already 140 years old, he's almost completely blind and deaf, otherwise he wouldn't distinguish between people." "Yes, new daughter-in-law, grandfather is already very old, he can"(c) Bane.

POV from a clone assassin, selected from thousands of his kind and specially trained to believably act as bait in a trap for Cad Bane. The story's legend is that Jango received copies of his body from Kamino for brain transplants in case the commandos he was training revolted and killed him, but due to his corpse being buried under the clone corpses on Geanosis and the fact that the "dummy" ones grow at Boba's speed, it took a long time. Despite the skepticism of the "actor" himself, Master Windu and Master Kenobi are somehow sure that the hunter will definitely come running from the other end of the galaxy, at least to make sure that this is a fake ("some kind of Jedi tricks, no doubt). In addition to memorizing the movements (since the Duros will 100% first try to shoot the rejuvenated "Django" to check), accent, facial expressions, gestures, gait, cramming facts from life and a bunch of bounty hunters Fett knew during his life, the clone is prepared for a meeting (which should last no longer than 5 minutes - enough to slam the trap) face to face with the most dangerous killer in the galaxy. Everything is worsened by the fact that the clone, ironically, is heterosexual and he has to overcome himself for the sake of the well-being of the Republic and the fulfillment of orders. … Everything gets really bad when it turns out that Bane was so grief-stricken even just to see a fake for his "beacon of the soul", that, in order to dull the pain of the heart, he drank and threw spice all the way to the meeting. And, seeing a questioningly raised eyebrow, and hearing a familiar accent in the question "Well, how is our son doing?", Grey rushes to kiss the "bait" in a human kiss. Spoiler: the Jedi were unable to catch the snake.

I wish people would pay attention to this beautiful ship(

GUYS !!!

last night i dreamed that the season 7 bounty hunter arc revealed that Jango had professed his true love for Cad Bane in a holo-letter (or whatever)

And Bane didn’t even know about it until after Jango had died years ago :’’’’)

#star wars #cad bane #jango fett #jango/cad #the clone wars

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Unraveling in the Sheets

Genre: Fan Fiction

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, NSFW

Rating: M

Length: Short Story

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Spoiler Alert, there is smut. Be warned. It's there.

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“How did you do it though?” Gliding the car into a free parking space, Henry glanced at Nell in the passenger's seat.

“How did I do what?” Eyeing him curiously, she tried to hide her gloating smile. She could be a terrible winner, even if she wasn't the winner, she had came ahead of Henry.

“You know what I mean, Nelly.”

He looked so silly, his new mustache curling when he laughed or smiled. Nell had to admit, if any man could wear the 'stache Henry did it well.

“Oh, you mean how did I suddenly leave your ass behind and finish nearly 50 positions ahead?” She laughed, crinkling her nose. “I told you, I've been working hard for this. Besides, you're too big. You move slower than I do. It's that simple. Maybe next year, you will finish ahead of me.”

“You're impossible.” Unbuckling his seat belt, Henry hurried to get out of the car and around to the other side, before Nell could open her own door. Nearly there, he frowned when she opened the door, stepping out of the Aston Martin. “You were supposed to let me open that.”

“I am supposed to do a lot of things that I do not.” Nell grabbed her hand bag. “I'll let you open the door, next time. You big dork.”

Henry was always the gentleman, even when Nell would rather rip his eyes out than speak to him in a civil manner. Not that she ever felt the former much, but on the rare occasion. Sometimes that's how things went for ex-lovers. The mid May air was growing cool, leaving a few goosebumps on Nell's exposed arms. She had expected to be back before now, which is why she'd left her sweater in the hotel.

“Well, happy late birthday. It was nice having dinner with your family. I've missed them.”

“They've missed you, too. I could tell that dad was happy you came along. He hasn't talked that much during a dinner since the last time you came over.” Henry smiled fondly. "I'm glad that you came, Nelly." Hands in his pockets, Henry sauntered along beside Nell. Approaching the main entrance, he held the door allowing her to enter.

When he'd invited her for the weekend, he wasn't confident that she would come. Wrapped up in work, Nell didn't take too much time away from Dublin these days.

"It was a nice break from work." Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Nell bit her bottom lip. "I know that you are busy, but do you have a few minutes to talk?"

"I always have time to talk with you." Scanning the hotel lobby, Henry tried to find a spot for them to sit and chat privately. "Should we have a seat at the bar?"

"We could, but I would really like to change. Do you mind coming up with me? We can just talk in the room. It's probably more comfortable anyway."

"Is this about the wild boy?"

"Isn't it always?"

Laughing, Henry pushed the call button for the elevator. Their son was truly something else. One day he would surely take over the world; Henry could see that coming from the day he was born. To say Ivan was Henry's pride and joy would be a massive understatement. He lived for their son. This weekend having Ivan, and Nell, in Jersey had been fantastic. A short glimpse of what life could have been. The ding of the elevator brought Henry back from his brief fantasy.

He and Nell had split up several years ago, there wasn't much chance she would feel the same as he did. Lost in the thoughts of happy little family. Allowing Nell to step onto the elevator first, Henry stood silently with his hands clasped in front of him.

“So, Ivan has been doing well in school?” He may as well get this under way.

“Define doing well,” Nell snickered. “I get a call nearly every day from his teacher. The woman is impossible, but knowing our son, he isn't making it easy for her.”

“I was like that in school. Right up until the day I left.” Henry shrugged. The elevator gently bumping to a stop, he stepped forward to hold the door for Nell.

Muttering a thank you, Nell dug for her key card, leading the way down the hall. She loved this hotel, it was the only one she stayed in, if she could help it, while visiting the Island. A great view of the water on one side, the other dazzling with a fantastic look out into the city. The first time she'd ever been to Jersey, she had stayed in the hotel and fell in love with the charm. There were days when that felt like a life time ago.

Opening the door, Nell paused to allow Henry in. “Have a seat. Anywhere you'd like. Sorry it's kind of a mess. I'm going to change.”

The hotel room was anything but a mess, minus the few sketch books that Nell had dropped on the bed. Always working. Henry took a seat on the edge of the king sized bed, casually glancing at the colour coded notes and designs that Nell had in one of the open sketch books. Costumes. A few notes detailed leather armor and Viking era clothing. She'd done well for herself, since he'd met her. The same shy costume apprentice hiding out on set of The Tudors, was now helping drive forward the details of Vikings.

In the bathroom, Nell pulled off her dress. The fabric had became clingy after a while and she needed to be more relaxed. Running shorts and a tshirt would do the trick. Sighing at her reflection, she bit her bottom lip glancing down at her top. The worn coral Nike tshirt was her favourite, it was showing the love and wear in a few spots. Perhaps she should have picked something less frumpy? She was a busy, single mom she didn't have to look the part. Ah fuck, who cared. Henry certainly wouldn't.

He was here to discuss their son, not flirt with her until she gave in to that smile. Or got lost in his eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes – the left with the flecks of brown. His charm alone was enough to make anyone weak in the knees. Damn it, she needed to get over it. He had moved on. She needed to do the same.

Blowing out a breath, Nell reached for the door, pausing when she heard Henry talking. His tone told her that he was speaking to Ivan. Quietly slipping out of the bathroom, she smiled.

“Hold on, just a sec.” He pushed the screen of his phone, allowing the speaker to connect. “Alright, wild boy. Say goodnight to your mum.”

“Mum, momma, mum.” Ivan's voice filled the room. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ivan. Are you being a good boy?”

“Uh huh. I love you. Good night.”

“Good night, wild boy. I love you.”

“Night dad.”

“Good night, I love you. I'm going to be back soon, you go to bed and I will see you first thing in the morning.”

“Okay. Oh, dad, can Kal sleep in my room tonight?” Ivan was fond of the large black and white American Akita. Henry laughed.

“Of course he can. You and Kal go to bed, now.”

“Okay, bye.” A little too quickly, Ivan hung up the phone. Henry laughed at the eagerness, he would talk to his mother when he got back to the house. Making sure that Ivan and his dog had gone to bed as they were told, with no fuss.

"Can you believe he is growing this fast? My god where has that time gone?" Henry rubbed his hands against his face. His mustache and subtle stubble scratching his palms.

"Time is a cruel mistress." Rubbing her hands on her shorts, Nell stood. "Drink? I have a bottle of Johnnie Walker."

"Of course you do." Smirking, Henry shifted on the side of the bed. “I had a look at some of these designs, by the way. They're magnificent. My god, Nell, you are so talented.”

“You're saying that to be nice,”

Shaking his head, Henry accepted the glass, resting it on his knee. “No, I am saying it because its true. You are one of the most talented costumers that I had ever met. Are you enjoying the job?”

“I love it.” Nell smiled, leaning against the large wooden desk in the corner. “The work is great, the people are amazing, and Ivan is really enjoying it. I'm glad we went.”

“Good, that's good. He talks about it, a lot. He really seems to love being there. I'm glad. Once things settle, I am going to try and come visit. I kind of miss it, Dublin.”

“You should.” She smiled fighting the urge to scoff and roll her eyes. Henry was always busy. He'd make it to Dublin, when Hell froze over. “So, how is work coming on this new character.”

“I can't say much, but I can say that I will be happy when I can shave.” He rubbed the mustache expertly. “It's not as bad as some of the beards that I've had to grow, but it's not my favourite look.”

“You look good with a beard. I know you hate them, but you do.”

Leaning forward to set his glass on the bedside table, Henry licked the whiskey off of his lips. “I'm glad to have that compliment.”

“Sure.” Nell nodded, tipping her glass to finish the drink. “Another?”

“Uh, I'm good.” Henry motioned to his glass. Rubbing his hands across his jeans, he furrowed his brow. “I've been thinking, since I am fairly busy the next few months, what if I keep Ivan for a few extra days? Once you leave, I will take him back to London with me, until I have to go.”

Shifting on the bed, her face warm from the second glass of whiskey, Nell sniffled and cleared her throat. “What about school?”

“What about it? He isn't going to miss much, is he? They're nearly finished up and I don't know how long it will be, until I see him. Possibly not until Christmas.”

All he wanted was to spend a little time with his son, was that so hard? His next move would have to be calculated, Nell had been known to stat arguments over less. If Henry wanted to avoid a shouting match, he would have to go about this carefully. Reaching for his glass, he downed the remaining contents in one large gulp. Sighing.

“I want to hang out with him a little. It wouldn't be more than three days extra. Then you get some time alone, as well. Nell, I know that you need a bit of a break. You work so hard and take care of Ivan, please.”

“If you want to, then I suppose I can't really say no. What kind of mother would I be, if I didn't let you see him?”

“Don't say things like that, please.” Henry reached out, his hand taking hers. Gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. “You are a wonderful mum. You know that.”

“Sometimes, I feel like I could do better. I really do.” Nell shrugged, allowing Henry to continue holding her hand.

“All parents feel that way, I am sure. I know that I feel like that, all the time. I guess it's natural, always wanting to do better, to be better, for our children.”

There he went again. There were times when Nell could not stand to be near him, other times she wanted to be as close as possible. Damn it. Watching him talk about Ivan and the few extras days they would be together, Henry's eyes lit up. His smile broad and the enthusiasm in his voice was one that dictated proud father. Nell nodded, only because she felt it was appropriate to the conversation.

Henry continued to chatter about how he wanted to take Ivan to a new exhibit at the Natural History Museum, in London. Leave it to the father and son, finding a day at the museum to be high on the list of fun. Nell sighed, continuing to half listen, half gaze at Henry in awe. One thing she loved – well love could be a strong word – adored? Enjoyed? About Henry was how much he loved Ivan.

Mid sentence about some Sir David Attenborough documentary that he'd watched with Ivan; Nell couldn't help it any longer. Leaning in, without warning, she grabbed Henry's face turning it to her and kissing him. Lips connecting, she stopped and jumped back as if hit by an electric shock.

Clearing his throat, Henry rubbed the back of his neck, but not pulling back. “I didn't know that the National Geographic was that exciting.”

“I'm sorry.” Hiding her face in her hands, Nell shook her head. Oh that had been a mistake. She had absolutely no right. None. Henry was crazy, if he didn't get up right now and walk out. If he was angry, then she deserved that.

Blushing, Nell shook her head. “Henry, I shouldn't have.”

“I'm certainly not going to complain.” He shrugged, leaning in his arm sliding around her shoulder. Nell glanced up, getting the nerves to look at him. Oh she had fucked up. “Next time, I would like some warning though.”

“Warning? Next time?”

“Hmm, yes. Kind of like this, close your eyes.” Henry instructed pulling her closer and kissing her. Nell sighed her body melting against him. She loved the way his lips felt on hers. Soft, with a slight force.

Straddling his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, Nell's fingers laced together. Her lips leaving his, tracing along his jaw, nearing the sweet spot below his ear. A slight nip and he was an unraveling mess. Henry nuzzled his face into her hair, she smelled amazing. Comforting and warm. A groan erupted from deep in his throat, as predicted she had gone straight for that spot.

“Nell, Nell,” Henry cleared his throat, holding her at arm's length, “Janelle, stop.” Looking for any sort of sign that she truly felt that this wasn't a good idea, he sucked in a breath. “Are you sure about this? Because if we continue, I won't stop until...”

“I am.” She nodded firmly, “I don't want you to stop. I don't want to stop. Oh god, Henry. Please.”

“I need to know that you truly, absolutely want to do this.”

“If you don't stop talking and bend me over, I am going to kick you out and do this myself. Please, stop talking. If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have started it.”

A deep rumbling laugh followed, Henry rolled his eyes. God, she was something else. Who was he to deny a gorgeous woman what she wanted? Would this come back to haunt him? Probably. Did he care? Not much. Come morning they would once again go their separate ways, but that didn't matter right now. Right now, he could pretend that he had everything he wanted. And what he wanted was her.

Pulling her to him, Henry kissed her hard. Nell moaned, the force of the kiss was nearly dizzying. Arms around his neck, she rubbed her body against his, trying to grasp the friction that was created when she started to grind herself against his thighs.

“Henry,”

“Hold on, you need patience.” He brushed a bit of hair out of her face, “all in good time.”

Nell squealed when he stood, her legs desperately scrambling to hold onto him. In a futile attempt she huffed, when he let her go, standing in front of him pouting. Unbuttoning his shirt, Henry smirked giving her a heated stare. “Well, are you going to get on the bed or make me do all the work? Shorts off.”

Sliding the mesh shorts down her ass and along her legs, Nell made a bit of a show letting them pool at her feet. Stepping out, as slowly as possible, while lifting the old tshirt from her body. Allowing it to go where it would, as she dropped it. Sitting back on the bed, she could feel her heart in her throat and her stomach where her heart should be.

“Lie back.” Henry instructed, kneeling at the edge of the bed. Arms around her thighs, guiding her to him, he studied her for a moment. She was trembling as his fingers slid across her thighs, positioning her in just the right way.

“Oh god, Hen-Henry.” Nell's mouth was suddenly dry and her voice hoarse. His hot breath between her legs was tormenting her, in unimaginable ways. In anticipation she bucked her hips forward, trying to clench her thighs. Holding her knees with his shoulders, Henry chuckled.

“Eager.”

“Please.”

“You are...” He lingered, kissing the inside of her leg. “Gorgeous. Look at you.” He brushed his thumb against her. Nell whimpered trying to push further. “Hold on, hold on.”

“Why are you teasing me?”

“Because I want to enjoy the view, for a moment.” He shrugged, her legs lifting gently. A hand on her lower abdomen, as if holding her in place, he used the other to gently tease and trace along her calf. Without warning, his lips attached to the most sensitive part of her body with his mustache adding an extra sensation, Nell bucked her hips hard, shoving his face further between her thighs.

Nell's head was swimming, it had been a while since she'd felt this good from such an act. Sure, she'd had the odd date here and there, semi-serious relationships, but nobody could do this the way Henry could. He was a fucking magician, she was certain of it. Humming against her mound, Henry couldn't hide the laughter in his eyes, when she began to squirm and wiggle against his face. She was desperate and he was going to prolong this as much as he could.

Sucking her clit, his tongue generously lapping at her, he thoroughly enjoyed the show. Pushing his head as far down as she could, Nell was nearly in tears each time he leaned in, his mustache tickling in just the right way. Oh god, she gasped trying hard to find release. Henry was cunning, backing off at the right moments.

“Henry,” She whined, threading her fingers through his hair. “Don't tease me, I really need you to finish.”

“Stop being so impatient.” He was teasingly stern. Pushing her hands away, he locked his fingers with hers, holding them at her side. Lifting his head, he smirked, kissing up her body ending with another dizzying kiss. Nell sucked on his tongue, freeing her hands from his, she tugged him closer, pulling at fistfuls of hair.

Cleaning herself from his tongue and lips, she sighed. “I'm going to need more than that.”

“You're sure?” Henry paused, holding his weight on his forearms, resting above her. His jeans still on, he could feel the strain against the denim.

“Jeans, off.” She demanded, sitting up to watch. Shivering against the slight chill, her breasts on display giving him the perfect view of her erect nipples. Nell blushed under his gaze. She was not the tight, toned, and perky body she once was. She wasn't out of shape, by any means, but compared to Henry...

“You are gorgeous.” Henry complimented, his jeans on the floor, boxers being pushed down to join them. Stepping out of his pants, he stood at the side of the bed, in all his glory.

Nell licked her lips, reaching out to take him in her hand. Hissing under her touch, Henry involuntarily bucked his hips forward into her hand. Rubbing the head, Nell intently watched Henry while she leaned in taking him fully in her mouth.

“Fuck, Nelly.”

“Hmm,” She hummed, sliding her head back along his length. Hand wrapped around him, stroking in place of her mouth. Bobbing her head back down, she swirled her tongue around the base. He nearly choked her the first time she'd ever gone down on him. Oh how long ago that felt.

Dragging her tongue against his length, she felt her core tighten, with each moan Henry gave. His slight salty taste mixed with the aftertaste of the Johnnie Walker, Nell inhaled deeply through her nose, hollowing her cheeks around him. Gripping the back of her head, Henry tried to not force her too hard, as he began to guide her movement.

Happy to go along with what he needed to feel good, Nell allowed him control over her guidance. Her finger nails grazing the back of his thighs, she mentally checked the small victory when he threw his hips forward at the sensation of her wrapped around him and her nails on his skin.

“Good girl,” Henry mumbled, his head lulling back, his chest rising rapidly. “Keep it up, just like that. Oh shit,”

Nell's chest swelled a little, she could still make him feel good, even after all of this time apart. That was not something she would take lightly, even if this shouldn't be happening. Oh fuck, who cared? They were two consenting adults. Henry's legs quivered, his hands unsteady stroking the back of her head.

“Nell,”

“Hmm?” She glanced up at him. His face soft and his jaw slack, she could feel him tightening. The perfect time to stop her actions. “Not yet,” She smirked, wiping her hand across her chin, drool gone. “Fair is fair.”

“Jesus,” Henry grumbled. He had been so fucking close, the knot in the pit of his stomach clenched Slowing his breathing, he took a moment to think of anything else. Laundry? Running? How much longer until he had to renew his passport?

“Henry?”

“Yeah?” He snapped his head to look at Nell.

“Are we going to stand here all night, or...” She shrugged, a devious smirk on her face. Laying back on the bed, she curled her finger beckoning him to her.

“You're still sure about this?” Henry asked. His eyes on her, waiting to see if she had any hint of doubt or hesitation.

“I don't have a condom, but I'm clean. It's not like I'm getting pregnant, so....” If she were to get pregnant, there was going to be on hell of a hefty lawsuit against that surgeon.

“You're sure? I know that I'm...but I don't have.”

“if you don't want to, then I understand.”

“I do, though, but...”

Nell shook her head. “No buts. If you want me, then I'm yours.”

“Fuck, you're making this hard.”

Giggling, Nell glance down. “I think we're beyond things being hard.”

His body betraying him, Henry cleared his throat, she certainly had a point. Fuck it. What did they have to lose? Unless this, some how, came back to bite them. No, no he had to stop that. Give in, enjoy what was happening. It had been too long since he'd been able to watch her in such bliss. Bliss that he was responsible for.

“You're sure?”

Nell nodded siting up, opening her arms, “Come here.”

On the edge of the bed, Henry sighed, his large frame leaning into her. Nell held him for a moment, stroking his hair, the feel of his warmth against her sent shivers through her spine. Pushing him back on the bed, she bit her bottom lip, waiting for the go ahead. Henry gave her a slight nod, adjusting himself on the bed to get comfortable. Straddling his hips, Nell lifted herself to slowly take him.

Sheathing him inch by inch, Nell groaned at the fullness. This was her favourite part, taking him to the end, feeling him stretch her. Rocking her hips forward, she countered the motion sliding them back in the same tantalizing pace. Henry held her hips, pushing his up to meet her. Nell squeaked and giggled. She loved the way he hit all the right spots.

“You can touch me, don't be shy.” Nell winked, lifting her arms and crossing them above her head, allowing him a full view of her breasts. “Go on.” She encouraged.

His large hands cupping her breasts, Henry softly rolled her hardening nipples between his fingers, giving on a slight flick when she moved herself up on his length. Close to letting him slide out, she moved back down, her ass grinding against him.

The way her body moved against his was mesmerizing. Massaging her supple skin, from her breasts down her sides, one hand settling on her ass and the other on her hip. Henry loved the shape, even if she had changed a little since having Ivan. God she was stunning.

Hastening her pace, Nell rocked back and forth, up and down. Henry closed his eyes feeling every bit of movement, each clench. Taking in the sounds of her breathing, mixed with his, her small moans not going unnoticed.

“Henry,” She whispered, biting her bottom lip, leaning forward to touch her lips against his. “Please,”

Without having to be asked twice, he moved swiftly, turning them over to pin her beneath him. Nell sighed and stretched her arms over her head, the pull of her muscles caused another shiver. Her head now against the pillow, she reached, tracing the lines of his face with her fingertip.

“I don't know that I can be as slow as you were.” Henry nipped her finger. Holding back on his desire to pound her into the bed.

“Then don't.” Nell batted her eye lashes at him.

Somehow that was all he needed, that tiny bit of permission. Picking up the pace, Henry grunted. Nell moaned drawing her knees upward, allowing him an even better vantage to this position. As if the pent up emotions from the last few years, hours, minutes had been released the couple were lost in the sensation of skin on skin. The feeling of sparks and electricity coursing through them. Connecting them.

“Fuck, Janelle.” Henry hissed, his arm locked into position on either side of her head, keeping him from tumbling on top of her.

“Henry,” She squealed splaying her hands against his chest, tugging at the soft hairs. “Oh god. Please, don't stop. My god, oh fuck.”

“You are fucking amazing. Fuck, look at you.” Kissing her roughly, he sighed, steadying his pace. His hips slapping hers, Nell shook slightly her soft sobs of pleasure were enough to send him to an end.

Shaking with pleasure, Nell gasped trying to bring herself down from the high. Henry moaned, his head back and chest heaving. It had been a while since he had felt that good. Nell laid with her legs hooked around his thighs, no desire to move. Collapsing with his head on her chest, Henry allowed his body to rest. Sweaty and sticky, they laid tangled together. Neither one wanting to break the feeling.

Dosing in and out, Nell was the first to move. Her body growing heavy with Henry still on top of her. She needed to move, before seizing up. Pushing his head to the side, she giggled and kissed the tip of her nose when he lazily looked up.

“I need to pee,”

“Hmph.” Henry nodded, slowly rolling over. Allowing her to escape. Laying flat on the bed, while she scurried off to the bathroom, Henry pushed himself up off of the bed. He should be getting back to his parents, back to Ivan.

All thoughts of moving were squashed, when Nell came back, climbing in beside him. Her clothes still on the floor. Her body was comforting against his. “Hi,” she whispered, sliding in under his arm.

“Nell?” Henry laid with his arm around her shoulder.

“Huh?” Nell grunted, her face buried in his chest.

“I should head back.”

“If you want to. You can stay, I don't mind.” Nell yawned. Her eyes closing.

“Okay, but only for a little while.” Henry agreed, closing his eyes. In a few minutes, he would get up, shower, and head back.

With a start, Henry woke, a loud banging noise rattling him. Looking around the dark room, he squinted to find the source of the noise. Hearing someone whispering at a distance, Henry laid in bed, listening. Against him, Nell stirred, but didn't wake. Someone in the hall was talking, no doubt they had been the source of the banging. He had fell asleep, Nell wrapped against him.

Looking at his watch, Henry frowned. 4am. If he left right now, he could be back before anybody woke. If he left now, he risked Kal barking and waking the house. If he waited, he would risk walking in and having to explain himself to one or more person. Of course he could tell them that he'd ran into some old friends, had some drinks and stayed on a sofa somewhere. Too drunk to drive.

Shifting in bed, Nell sighed, her arm around his waist she snuggled in closer. She was content, who was Henry to try and disturb her sleep? He would wait an hour or two, before he made his departure. So what if he waltzed in, being faced by one of his brothers, or even his mother. He was an adult, if he wanted to stay out all night enjoying the company of a fantastic woman, then he would do just that.

Kissing the top of Nell's head, Henry smiled, sinking down further into the covers, closing his eyes.

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queen-susans-revenge · 3 years ago

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Star Wars Rebels Season 3 recaps

“Imperial Supercommandos”

Chapter Seven of Fade to Red is a lovely, sweet, slow romantic interlude that has the luxury of taking place entirely in the background to this episode. I probably didn't even have to rewatch this one to keep up with the fic.

But it's the episode where Sabine first gets a jetpack, so that's fun. The full recap:

We open on Sabine Wren and Fenn Rau playing "Blades" (glowy space tic-tac-toe with knives?) against each other--Rau wins. But there's a bigger game in which Sabine is here to study him, learn from him, and convert him to her cause if she can.

At the same time, of course, he's trying to convert her.

Zeb interrupts "playtime" (which Chopper is facilitating, quite politely too. He seems to be maybe interested in the game?)

Hera's summoned them all to the war room for a briefing. They've lost communication with Concord Dawn; somebody has to go check it out, and the two Mandalorians are the obvious candidates. Zeb objects that Rau is supposed to be a prisoner; Kanan jokes that he's more of a "cranky guest." Hera okays Sabine to take him out in the Phantom II (the old Clone Wars-era shuttle they picked up on Agamar, with a snazzy new paintjob) on the condition that he stays in binders, and she takes Ezra and Chopper as backup, and they don't even think of landing the shuttle.

Mandalore isn't looking so hot, hasn't been for a while apparently. Half of it is kinda exploded and spilling out from the rest, and Ezra gets distracted by this, long enough that Rau is able to cold-cock him from behind. In the next instant he gets Sabine.

Sometime later, Chopper wakes Ezra with a tweak on the nose and a bap on the back of the head (and a malicious chortle). Sabine on the other hand Chopper just lets come round naturally while he takes care of the binders. Sabine and Chopper have a mutual respect, I think.

While the kids were unconscious, Rau landed the shuttle and took off with their weapons. They go out to find him...but he's just standing there. Looking at the wreckage of his camp of Protectors.

Rau judges it an attack by a rival clan of Mandalorians, and he's angry at the Rebels, blaming them for allowing it to happen. Sabine says neither of his points make any sense. While they argue Chopper discovers an Imperial spy droid in the vicinity. (Chopper is the actual MVP of this episode, underappreciated as usual.)

More bickering ensues, with the added spiciness that now the Empire might be on the way. Rau goes so far as to suggest that he intends to use his knowledge of the location of the Rebel base as a bargaining chip with the Empire, which very nearly earns him two shots to the back of the head from Sabine.

(I think she would have been very sorry to do it. I think he was very, very, very stupid to issue the threat in that moment. He's going to continue to be stupid though.)

When the enemy arrives it turns out to be...Gar Saxon's supercommandos, now aligned with the Empire and reflecting a mostly-white kinda stormtrooper aesthetic in their combat armor. It's a real step down from the lewks they were rocking back in the Clone Wars, when they were doing spiky black-and-red paintjobs in honor of Maul's leadership.

Anyway, they nab Chopper, but Ezra leads them away from the others before he's captured too. Fenn Rau is still being pretty pissy to Sabine but she reminds him that he's got Ezra's lightsaber. They hide and monitor the situation as Ezra is interrogated. He tries to play it innocent, claiming to be a scavenger who works for Hondo Ohnaka.

Gar Saxon, skeptical, threatens to blast Chopper unless Ezra talks. Sabine starts to get antsy but Rau is still SUPER pissy. "For Bridger? Pawns are meant to be sacrificed." Sabine does a really admirable job of holding her temper against this and further provocations.

Meanwhile Gar Saxon really does start taking potshots at Chopper, and Ezra quickly comes up with a second bullshitted identity to "confess" to: His name is Lando Calrissian. He's a smuggler. He's looking for lost treasure. Saxon doesn't buy this either, and threatens to rip out Chopper's memory circuits.

At this, Ezra does finally offer an abbreviated semblance of the truth. He drops Fenn Rau's name, and Saxon admits that he was sorry to have missed Rau when striking the Protector base. Listening in, Fenn Rau himself is finally convinced that the Empire, not the Rebels, are responsible for the destruction here.

So then. THEN. They ambush a super commando and SABINE GETS A JETPACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!aaaaaaaooooomg I'm remembering all over again how great this moment was. "Been wanting one of these!" YES. We wanted it tooooooo.

Unfortunately they take a biiiiiiit too long to rescue Ezra, and in order to keep Chopper from ending up a pile of scrap metal he's forced to reveal his Jedi abilities. "You just became a much more valuable captive," Saxon observes, seconds before Sabine's smoke grenade goes off and the captives go poof.

"What took you so long?" Ezra complains.

"I was using strategy! It takes longer!"

Unfortunately the flaw in Sabine's strategy is Fenn Rau, who at least gave her back Ezra's lightsaber before proceeding to fly away in the Phantom II without them, leaving them grounded and cornered by Gar Saxon's troops. Okay, screw this guy, really.

Saxon recognizes Sabine, and informs her in dire tones that "Your mother is looking for you." Oh, it's on now! Sabine replies with a low blow of her own and tells Saxon that his armor is drab. It IS! Which of course is a visual symbol of how much oppression the Mandalorians have accepted under Imperial rule. How much of their individuality and traditions they've given up, making themselves look like Stormtroopers. Whereas Sabine's vivid refusal, her rebellion, is painted all over her.

Maybe that's why Gar Saxon so badly wants Sabine's submission. Pretending to offer fealty, she cooks up a quick plan with Chopper to disable the super commandoes by sending feedback through her helmet to theirs. This is probably a war crime but it works, and Sabine grabs Ezra and jet-packs him out of there.

Of course that doesn't stop the supercommandos for long, so we get a cinematic aerial chase with lots of pew-pew and some lightsaber action. In the middle of it we also see Fenn Rau having second thoughts, and eventually he comes back to help, but I still say screw this guy. "Those kids are under my protection!" Oh yeah? That's why you left them to die? Sleemo.

Sabine's jetpack gets shot in the escape. Sadface.

In the end scene Fenn Rao's all like (paraphrasing here) "yeah I was gonna let you die in battle till I realized that's so hella Mandalorian my dude, so I had to go back and help" and Sabine's like "right on" and Ezra's like "yo you Mandos are straight trippin" and Rao's like "haha yeahno but I'm in, I'm a Rebel now, let's totally shred this war vibe" and Sabine's like "word" and Ezra's like "oh...kay?" I agree with Ezra in this scene.

#star wars rebels

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the8thsphynx · 4 years ago

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p,,, p l e a s e ? I mean, please don't feel pressured to tell us about Herc either though!!! but if you want to ramble about her I'll very happily listen,,,,, as a greek mythology buff with fate brain rot your Herc makes me,,,, very happy,,,,, 🥺

HECC YEAH!

Alright, so as a disclaimer, she looks Like That(tm) because I’ve had Heracles as an OC since I was like an 11yo, so LONG before I even knew Fate existed and I’m not planning on changing the way she looks to look more like FSF/FSN Herc.

I also think that the armor I already have designed on her looks closer to Achilles/Jason/Asclepius/Odysseus’s more mecha-centered looks for Fate Greek Servants.

Next, I’ve established that the reason she is female is two separate reasons, and this has to do with compatibility for Roleplay:

When I did roleplay with others, I just had it set that she was from Musashi’s timeline and she isn’t actually the Heracles/Alcides of our timeline.

For my personal writing, it’s like an Artoria situation where history chose to remember her as a man because misogynistic Ancient Greece being like, ‘well there’s no way a woman could be a child of Zeus and this powerful and skilled at being in charge, so you must actually be a man’.

Second Disclaimer: no one has permission to take my designs and recreate them or use them for RP or fanfics.

SO listed below are the major points about her history in this verse and also how she currently operates as a Servant!!

In her history:

Same song and dance as the beginning where her powers surfaced at a young age, so Chiron found her and took her in to train her to be a hero. However, the change-up here is that Zeus gifted Heracles a portion of his power when she was born because he had the intention of this child being the hero that would guide Greece into a new age as his tickcet for his bet with Hera (this was in the 12 Trials original writing). Basically she never had a choice on whether or not she would be a hero.

When she traveled to Thebes in order to attempt to enter the Thebian Army, a whole situation happened with a coup and an attack with a hydra from Lernaea that got lured to Thebes from a nest by the people doing the coup... It was an entire thing. Heracles defeated the hydra and helped identify the traitor guards, so she was able to prove herself to Queen Eurydice and King Creon, who immediately had her married to their son Megara (below).

(he may have been in line for the Thebian throne and an incredibly skilled warrior, but he was THE Malewife.)

A bit before she moved to Thebes, when she was staying in Athens, Eurystheus met her and fell in love with her, but when she rejected his feelings that was when Hera came to him and ‘chose him as her champion’ so she could start her dirty ass scheme.

Heracles had a happy and loving marriage with Megara and they had one daughter and two sons. She would frequently go out with the Argonauts, but always came home to them as soon as she got back on shore.

When the Hera Snake Shit(tm) happened, Heracles was... broken. After the fact, the shock and grief made her go mad all over again until she dragged herself to Thebes and tried to convince Eurystheus to execute her, but because he was in cahoots with Hera he forced Heracles to the 12 Trials instead to ‘redeem’ herself... and this shit lasted 12 years, btw. So that’s 12 years of retraumatizing herself by being forced to do these impossible feats to be forgiven for the murders she was forced by Hera to commit... on top of Hera also sabotaging the Trials wherever she could.

When Heracles completed the initial 10, Eurystheus tricked her into two more, and after completing those two she snapped and nearly killed him, screaming at him to free her. It was then that Eurystheus bitched out and confessed everything to Heracles; Hera’s hatred, her whole plan... all of it. Heracles then stormed her ass out of Mycenae and Thebes and never returned.

She spent the rest of her life until her death by Nessus being cruel, cold, and tyrannical. Heracles had 1 (one) last biological child that she left with a king who would eventually raise that child to found Sparta (Leonidas’s ancestor), but the rest of her very numerous children were all actually orphaned or less fortunate children that she adopted so they could claim the title of ‘child of Heracles’ to help themselves get ahead in life (this is where the Heracleidae came to be). Even so, she usually left them on their own and didn’t open herself to them as a mother-figure.

Her life as a Servant:

She may have manifested as an Avenger class, but this is because of Megara becoming a part of her soul and manifesting with her as the manifestation of her hatred for the gods; he’s made the active choice to turn himself into the arrow meant to kill Hera.

If it weren’t for Megara bonding with her Spirit Core, Heracles would qualify for Grand Berserker class. Because of this, Heracles still has a Madness Enhancement factor that will kick in when she encounters a god. Very similar to when Penthisilea goes buckwild at the mention of Achilles, except it only activates and makes her black out when she is face-to-face with and aware that someone is a god.

Despite being an Avenger, she has an incredibly sweet disposition, especially towards kids. A habit from her life that stuck with her as a Servant is that if she sees a child (Heroic Spirit or not) who has no parents or awful parents, she WILL adopt them and start calling them her child, and no, not in the creepy weird m*mmy k*nk way, foh. In some cases, she’ll just adopt someone because they look like they could be her child. One fucking hilarious instance of this is that she has adopted Archer Emiya even though he gripes all the time that they look the same age physically. Does she care?? NO, that’s her son, babey!

Her Noble Phantasms are the almost the same as FSF Archer Alcides, especially Reincarnation Pandora and King’s Order... and Reincarnation Pandora is actually the reason why she would up contracting with Goetia. But she also has the manifestation of all 12 Trials, albeit in a different form than what Archer Alcides can bring them forth as, and this is because by some handiwork by Daedalus, Heracles can alter the King’s Order to adapt to whatever situation she needs them for.

ex: Cerberus can become a motorcycle aside from also being a three headed hellhound and the famous Lernian Hydra can turn into a Mercedes Benz aside from also being the fuck-off giant Kinghidorah.

Daedalus messing with Heracles’s Noble Phantasms is the most shown in her (Daedalus is a woman in this verse bc fuk u) alteration of Nine Lives to be a multi-adaptable weapon with nine different functionalities that Heracles can flip them to at a moment’s notice. These alternate forms include: bow, twin swords, double-ended spear, polearm, long barreled rifle, twin short arms, bludgeon, battering ram, and can even conform to the braces on her arms and become gauntlets (yes, her and Ruler Martha would vibe).

(I realize that this isn’t the best design, I’m still working on drawing weapons)

Oh, I almost forgot about her other non-combatant quirk: she fucking LOVES blond men. If a grown dude is a blond and NOT a Greek-- regardless of anything else about their physical appearance-- it cranks their attractiveness scale up by at least 2 points for her. Goetia, Fionn, Arthur/Artoria, Gawain, Kintoki, Gilgamesh (he’s on thin fuckin ice), Jekyll, Goredolf... none of them are safe.

She also very much loves modern era fashion and dressing up. Heracles quickly befriends a lot of the female Servants/staff and goes on periodic ladies nights out with them.

#Anonymous #fate oc #my ocs #heracles #the8thsphynx

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dasozelotvonnebenan · 1 year ago

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Frigg is my oldest character. Created on the 8th of January 2014 as Frigg der Pirscher and still carrying that name, he has for closing in on 10 years been my go to character for exploration, story and any time I needed to be sure I was going to survive something (please never nerf ranger downstate skill 3).

The character as you know him as now exists since roughly 2017 when I used him as a quest giver for a guild rp plot. He has had a few little changes, but mostly he just gained more detail -and a wife- with time.

As a character he is a scientist researching the various ways magic contamination affects the living enviroment. He prefers to study animals, but he does know what a plant is (though I guess that distinction doesn't work as well in guild wars). He likes spending time outdoors, and his outfits reflect that. He could run around in more typical asuran fashion, but he likes to think of himself as a rugged adventurer, and so the look must match. On his travels he also pursues his hobby, cryptozoology, which quite often intertwines with his field of study anyways. He also likes to buy souvenirs for his wife who is a surface-historian (as opposed to those whose study of history dwells mostly on asura and thus mostly underground.)

A big part of his character are the pets he brings home. Mostly small things like insects (though I guess this comparison ALSO doesn't work in guild wars what with the meter long grubs and all) or miniaturised basilisks. Some he keeps only to treat them and then releases them back into nature, but often cases require long term care, or warrant long observations, and he tends to grow attached to those. Most notably among them are Professor Knibbles PhD. and Felix.

Professor Knibbles the Juvenile Whiptail Devourer has been his pet ingame for as long as I remember, but the second spot has changed a few times over the years, in some old screenshots it's a snow wolf, and then since HoT it had been a bristleback for a long time, until settling on Felix the Snow Owl sometime during Season 4. Ingame the pets are named Artilleriespinne (Artillery Spider) and Schneule (Snowl).

Nowadays he runs Dagger/Axe and Shortbow on a tanky condi build, but his classical build was a longbow/shortbow hybrid. It was the very first build where didn't just click random traits and actually looked at what things did :D. That era ended with Lake Doric where I finally had enough of those projectile reflecting White Mantle Clerics. The weapons are what he carries around in rp context as well.

Also, enjoy his only ever alternate outfits:

The newest of the bunch, at last as far as ingame characters are concerned, is Commander Aluen. She was created alongside my four other co-mmanders because I wanted characters to go through all the early chapters of personal story, as my longer existing Commander Valoop only appears on stage in the fifth chapter.

I decided to set her down the Priory path as well, mostly since I already had two co-mmanders headed for the Vigil and one for Whispers, and since I personally like Whispers less than Priory her path was set before I even really decided who she was as a person.

I had very early on decided that she would don Bercilak's magic armor and I wanted her weapon choice to mimic Diarmid in Verdant Brink and Dragon's Stand, so I made her a warrior. Ironically my least favourite class, and breaking my inteded plan for what classes I would make characters off next.

I don't play her super often, partially because I foolishly made up a story that resulated in her being transformed into a Vinetooth during HoT, something that obviously is hard to show ingame.

hey gw2blr reblog this with your oldest 👴 & newest 🌱 toons i’d like to see em!

#Frigg der Pirscher #Commander Aluen #Aluen the Green

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jinmukangwrites · 5 years ago

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I don't know if this is from a movie but "You fight like my sister." "I've fought your sister, that is a compliment." With Time and Warriors

"Now remember, there's only three chests. With the mirror it should be a piece of cake," Time says, leaning towards Warrior so one else can listen to their conversation.

Warrior turns the mirror over in his hand and turns to give Time a lifted eyebrow. "Y'know, I just never took you up to be a swindler, old man."

Time smirks and shrugs. "When your a kid with a mission to save the world, you have to get some easy money somehow."

"Just like how when you're a group of traveling heroes across era's, you have to get lots of money somehow."

"Exactly," Time says, "now, c'mon, the champion says that one chest will have three hundred rupees and the other two will have a single rupee. The one you're looking for I'm told is gold."

"Yeah, but, I think when the champion told us about this game he didn't think we'd cheat the man out of business."

Time simply waves his hand like he's brushing off a particularly annoying fly. "What he doesn't know won't kill him."

The duo walk up to the front steps of a particular wooden home near the edge of Lurelin Village. Warrior can't read the language painted above the wide open door of the home, but the images of gold rupees painted on either side of the sign is hint enough that if one is lucky enough, they'll walk out richer than what they came in. Or, in Time and Warrior's case, if they're simply bastard and tricky enough. Luck has nothing to do with the purple hued mirror in Warrior's hand.

"Welcome!" A man calls from a small table set in front of three chests pushed back against the back wall, three tarps hang behind each chest promising riches. "Here to place your bets?"

"Indeed my good man, 50 from each of us. We're playing to win," Time says, placing an assortment of differently colored rupees down on the table in front of the man.

The man smirks and picks up the rupees, counting them each with nimble fingers. "Living on the edge, huh? I'll go set up. No peeking while I'm fiddling with the chests, got it?"

Both Warrior and Time are escorted outside the building for just a few moments, when they're invited back in, the man is wearing a smug look on his face, clearly thinking he's already won.

"Take all the time you need to choose a chest to open. Look, listen, smell... taste 'em if you think it'll help."

Time walks up to the chests and Warrior conveniently places himself on the other side of Time, lifting his scarf ever so slightly to inconspicuously swipe the mirror across his eye. A flicker of gold catches his eye and he smiles. "I think we should try the left one?"

Time hums. "I trust your judgement," he says as he walks forward, taking care to look a little hesitant as he bends down to open the chest. A shit-eating grin appeared on his face as he opens the chest and pulls out a shining, golden rupee.

The man almost chokes on his own spit from behind him and Warrior has to try very hard not to laugh. What they're doing is... wrong... but it's also so goddess damned amusing to see the old man get this way. Plus, they do need the money.

"Where did that... What did you... How did you score a prize like that?! Can you introduce me to Lady luck? You gonna keep going right? Or do you admit defeat?"

And oh, they do not admit defeat. They place another hundred, and then a hundred more, and with every win the man gets increasingly more and more outraged by the sheer impossible luck these two random gamblers have. The final straw, it seems, is when the duo of heros are up three thousand rupees in wind.

Warrior flashes the mirror across his eye, and he sees only green. He frowns. He sees how it is.

"You know," be says slowly, "I don't think... any of them have a golden rupee, old man."

Time barely has time to reply before the man, Cloyne they've learned his name was, jumps up from his spot at the table, flipping it over with a yell. "How?!" He screeches.

He strides forward and grabs Warrior and Time by the scruffs of their tunics drags them outside. Warrior is about to complain about the money they're owed but the man growls a simple "stay there" and he disappears back into the shop. He emerges a second later. "This is double or nothing," he says, "and, only you can play."

He points at Time.

Shit. He's on to them.

Warrior clears his throat, deciding to quit while they're ahead. "I- I don't know, maybe we should-"

"I'll do it," Time says, fire in his eye, and Warrior almost smacks the palm of his hand onto his own face.

They're walked back into the building and Warrior nervously folds his arms across his chest as Time strolls forward towards the chests. He places a hand in his chin and finally walks towards the center chest. He hums, then turns quickly towards the right most chest and opens it, finding a miraculous golden rupee inside.

Warrior does not hold back his chear as Cloyne's jaw drops. Warrior is so ecstatic that he rushes forward and embraces Time in a one armed embrace, earning a surprised chuckle from the older hero.

Then, something clunks.

The mirror.

Warrior pales as he freezes and watches the mirror skid towards the shoe of the flabbergasted Cloyne, bumping harmlessly against the sole. Time verbally sucks in a breath as Cloyne bends down and picks the mirror up.

He looks through it, and somehow against all odds it's pointed towards the chests. His tanned face instantly redens.

"YOU CHEATERS! I KNEW IT!"

Warrior scrambles towards the man and quickly snatches the priceless item out from the rampaging man's hands. He fumbles with it in his hands, and he turns to see Time already booking it out of the shop.

That's their queue to leave, isn't it?

He almost trips on his own feet sprinting out of the shop, the man yelling behind them. For a second, Warrior thinks they'll get away but then they are physically stopped by a rather large Zora in a suit of armor.

A guard from Hyrule castle. Wild's mentioned that young men and women of all kinds were training at the castle and we're being sent across Hyrule to protect the outlying villages and towns.

Hoh boy.

The Zora looks down at the two heroes, and man isn't that a weird sight. Someone looking down on Time and Warrior. They're both usually the ones looking down.

"What's going-" the Zora starts, but is quickly inturrupted by Cloyne as he runs up behind them.

"These two baffoons are cheaters! They've been gambling with magic mirror!"

Warrior does what Warrior does best. He goes dramatic when he panics.

"A magic mirror!?" He demands, turning towards Time with the most offended and shocked face he can muster. "You gave me a magic mirror?!"

The guard lifts a finger to say something but Warrior plows on.

"Guard! He gave me!! A magic! Mirror! Guard, arrest him!"

"You dare impugn my honor?" Time butts I'm angrily, placing a hand on his chest like the mere thought was a physical blow. With his other hand, he points at Warrior. The poor guard can simply watch with a helplessly confused agape mouth as a crowd begins to form. "He's the one who was cheating! He tricked this poor man and took all of his money! Arrest him!"

"Oh now I'm the thief?!"

"Take a look in the mirror, pal!"

"Take that back or I'll-" Warrior stuffs the mirror into his pouch and grasps onto his sword. "En garde!"

The crowd gasps.

Time pulls his own sword. "En garde yourself!"

Warrior lunges forward and strikes a blow that Time easily blocks. The crowd rushes to get out of the way as Warrior and Time fight, exchanging half assed blows and child level insults.

"I will gift you the honor of a quick and painless death!"

"Well, any last words?"

"I will cut you to ribbons."

They hit their swords together a few more times until they've worked themselves further from the gaping crowd of poor villagers.

"You mincing, fencing, twit," Time grunts.

"Ah, you fight like my sister!" Warrior retorts.

"I've... Fought your sister! That's a complement!"

Swords clash.

"Not the face... Not the face..."

"Heathen!"

"Braggart!"

One, two, three blows more and finally Time and Warrior are a considerable distance from the group. They share a look and finally, Time strikes his sword in such a way that has Warrior's weapon flying out of his hand and landing with the blade partly buried in the dirt. Warrior falls dramatically backwards

The crowd, surprisingly, claps. It seems, in the world they grew up in, many events entertain them.

Time bends down and helps Warrior to his feet. "You've been a lovely audience," Warrior says, bowing and grabbing his sword. Time takes a bow as well.

"But we really must be going!" Time says, and then they both turn and book it.

The spluttering yelling from Cloyne follows just a second later, but the two "heroes" are already heading out of town.

They run into Wild later, the boy was waiting for them tapping his foot in the forest, an accusing eyebrow raised, but when Time and Warrior shows him the loot he simply smirked and says that he's been trying to find a way to cheat that game for months.

#let time and warrior be gremlins 2k20 #its December and im back on my bullshit #jin answers #ask #drabble fic #jin writes #ninjagirl0805 #i freaking love el dorado so much #i wrote this all from pure memory #linked universe #hero of warriors #hero of time

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