#im smelling magic and/ or illusions

[bright-side-of-the-moon]

THE PREMISE, THE SUSPENSE. this is too good.

cant get over will being a bit of a jerk. whats he hiding? i think hes projecting his insecurities onto jack, firing a medic over something somewhat minor was uncalled for, especially the way he did it. he knows better.

if it were serious, the aphrodite kid wouldve been taken to the infirmary, in the very least there would be someone with her allegedly unconscious body waiting for medical assistance

something is quite definitely y afoot.

also there are a few minor (spelling) mistakes & a lil error: patients with allergies, not allergens :)

"the damn texan" is funnier than it has any right to be lol

THE LIL BLUE FROG IS KILLING ME AHAHAHAHA can i name it?

My parentage is changing.

A fanfic of my own character that kinda goes into the lore of my character, altering the story to where they have multiple personalities inspired by the schizophrenic episodes of the Greco-Roman gods (and ofc @bright-side-of-the-moon)

Chapter 1: Will loses track of a patient.

IT WAS A DAY LIKE NO OTHER.

I was doing rounds- checking I was stocked on bandages, my list of patients with allergens, my medicine was stocked, I had plenty nectar and ambrosia, watering my sunflower given to me as a welcome gift by Will Solace when I got claimed, playing my morning playlist of Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Em Beihold, Claire Rosinkranz, Camilla Cabello- the usual.

Until I get interrupted by a knock on my office door.

I stop playing my music and head to the door, opening it with slight annoyance.

"Yeah? Who is it-"

"Hey, sorry Jacks, I know you're doing rounds but... we have a medical emergency in cabin 3," The person said. It was my freckled, suntanned, tall, blond brother. Will Solace. He was never good at telling me when there was medical emergencies. Especially during the morning.

"I can't help them," I sigh. "I was just about to reorganize my files in alphabetical order again-"

"Well- I- uhh- As Head Counselor slash Medic, I demand you go check on your patient!" He said, puffing out his chest and pointing a finger in the air.

I just stared at him for a while.

"It's been a week and you're pulling that card on me?"

"Just go down-"

"No."

"Pleeeease?"

"Hmm.... no."

"I'll give you unlimited access to all patient files."

"Where's the camper?" I throw on my lab coat.

"New that would getcha."

"I need blackmail on the Stoll brothers, I take wins where I can get them." *I adjust something slightly out of place on my coat then walk past Will.

Will shrugs. "Fair enough."

We walk towards the strawberry fields, making small talk on the way. You know, the usual.

"How many people died last week?" I ask nonchalantly, as if death doesn't bother me anymore.

"Surprisingly, one," Will says while stepping over a mushroom that looked like it was on the verge of exploding. "He fell off of the rock climbing wall."

"Was he drunk?"

"Nope."

"Was he wearing any safety gear?"

"Also, nope."

"Well no duh, it's written on a giant sign to wear the proper equipment with supervision if you want to climb on the wall," I hop over a loose root in the ground. "It's literally the number one rule."

"It was an Ares kid."

"Okay, that makes much more sense."

We make it to the fields, with no one to be seen. Nobody. Anywhere, no matter where you looked. Not a single Satyr, bug, or demigod.

"Uh... Will?" I turn to him and bat my eyes. "Where's. The. Damn. Patient."

"How should I know?!"

"YOU'RE THE HEAD MEDIC. THAT'S YOUR JOB."

"NUH-UH- wait, no. You actually have a point. Am I gonna get fired?" Will was panicking, I was pissed, and we have a missing (probably dying, let's be honest) patient that's nowhere to be seen. "Oh gods, what do I tell Nico?!-"

"Calm down. You find that patient, before Chiron and Mr. D have your practicing license for a month. I'll go ask any nearby campers if they seen anyone..." I pause for a moment. "What did you say this patient looked like again?"

"I- uh.... Girl, very pretty, smelled like-"

"Let me remind you, you have a boyfriend that I know very well."

"Shut up," Will's face taking on the same hue of the strawberry milk served at lunch. "As I was saying, she was a daughter of Aphrodite. She was supposedly having a heat stroke-"

"Why would a child of Aphrodite be all the way out here in the Strawberry fields?" I interrupt. "Sorry, my bad. Please continue."

"-That caused her to pass out," Will continued, albeit, very annoyed. "She was saying something about needing water, and a Cabin Three kid went to the lake to purify some water for her to drink."

"That all?"

"No, she passed out and... well... You know the story from there."

I hum in thought. Being the gremlin I am, I walk away back to my office. "If she's not here, that means she's okay, or someone else os already treating her. Now about those medical documents-"

"What." Will said incredulously. "Not even gonna look for her?- What if there's a dead camper on my hands, and you just walk away?"

I nod. "Pretty much, yeah."

Will stares at me, dumbfounded and slowly getting more and more pissed off. "You're a terrible medic."

"If there's no patient to treat, there's no problem to meet." Ignoring Will's comment, I continue walking away. "I need to finish my rounds."

"You're fired."

I stop dead in my tracks, slowly turning around. "What?"

"You. Are. Fired"

"Y-you can't fire me?!" I walk up to him. "Only-"

"I don't care. Go to the Hermes cabin. And stay there. You're license is officially revoked."

"W-what..." I mumble, terrified. "Y-you can't do this to me- you're taking away my entire purpose-"

"That's the point," He folded his arms, towering over me, the damn Texan. "Get out my damn sight before I do something I regret."

"B-but my documents... My parients- You- you can't do this to me!"

"You are dismissed."

I felt the tension build up in my chest. My grip on my reality slipping away. The tears welling up in my eyes, burning hotter than any of the forges in Cabin 9. My breath became warm, my throat closing up and becoming dry as the tears fall off of my cheeks like rain. My nose and cheeks redder than any strawberry in the field.

I grip onto Will's shirt, falling to my knees and crying into Will's shirt. "P-please W-Will.... D-don't do this...." I sob.

"You have till the Harpies come out to move." Will said coldly, walking past me. Muttering and mumbling to himself to calm himself down as I slowly fall to the floor. Curling into a ball and clutching my stomach as my tears turn the dirt underneath my face slowly turning to mud with my tears.

So that was chapter 1 !!

Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you enjoyed!

A like would be greatly appreciated because it really supports me (you don't have to if you don't want to) :]

[raylasrightbraid]

S6 Predictions/Speculations

now that the trailer is out, its time. LETS GET TO IT

Possessed callum and rayla big fight sequence (my speculation? it doesn’t end well for rayla 😨)

Karim dies 🤷🏻‍♀️

Astrid and Kosmo are either siblings or best friends (or maybe just co-workers idk) but i love their vibe so we’ll see on the 26

a LOT of nightmares/illusion moments for all characters (poor things sm trauma)

Rayla catches callum by stealing Kosmo’s bracelets (i very much see it happening 😭)

i think the episode “moonless night” would have something to do with the disappearance of luna tenebris. but i have NO idea why rayla and callum are fighting the snow moon dragon thing 😗

Rayla finds out callum used dark magic again either by him telling her, OR when rayla talks? to the snow moon dragon thing and what im assuming is her asking for help, the dragon refuses because “i smell dark magic on human” and boom more drama 🥰😜

“The Frozen Ship”? rayllum heavy episode.

“Love, War, and Mushrooms”? sorvus heavy episode.

Queen Aanya and King Ezran bonding time (yes go child rulers!)

Super big rayllum argument 🙁 (idk i sense it)

viren is alive (somehow??) and he goes back to katolis, which is what ezran, the knights, and opeli are looking at in that one image. (my guess is that they lock him up on sight 😭)

TDP said a favorited character is going to die so heres my list of suspects (Amaya, Terry, Zubeia, SOREN 😭, )

moonfam is NOT going to be freed (either they tried and failed, or they couldnt at all)

snake boi callum. this time? he has a white streak in his hair

AND FINALLY. Aaravos is free on parole (Go starboy!)

[applestruda]

For boatem knights, imagining that Grian and Pearl (w/ connection to watchers) can see traces of magic on someone. And then Scar smells magic, and it's mostly because of Jellie. Like Jellie comes up and sniffs Grian who's using a potion to appear taller and Scar is just like "You reek of illusion magic"

oo this is a pretty cool idea! and like, scar knows something is up with grian and pearl despite them not having specifically revealed their watcher identities

(i dont know if im sure on if pearl and grian would reveal themselves as watchers or not, could have a fun reveal moment)

[arxiel]

CRIMSOM THUNDER

Rolan x F!Tav

BACK -- NEXT

Chapter 2: The battle and celebration of the grove

Rating: Mature(? (CONTAINS BLOOD AND NAKED)

Summary: Rolan would little by little begin to feel a slight interest in a certain person but would also begin to partially regret the decision to stay. But something would have happened that nobody would have expected and they would have to prepare themselves for a difficult fight.

Words Count: 5,935

Notes: Im so sorry if the english is BAD, originally i speak spanish, may have some errors.

When I got the fight scene in the grove, I fell madly in love with this part, so there were slight modifications to get our wizard in action even for a few seconds heh :)

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Fresh night air would bring special interest to the Tiefling, now was the moment to practise some magic before packing up when the party clears the way for us to go over the mountain pass. 

A waterfall was not too far away from the grove, after being cleared of harpies it was a good place to practice and then clean the robe in case it became dirty. 

The light of the moon and stars began to glow naturally as he walked away from the dim torches in the grove; Tieflings can see in the dark, so he wouldn't need to see where he was going to go to reach the waterfall. 

The relaxing sound of the crickets and the waterfall would fill him with peace, not denying that it was beautiful and harmless. He would stretch his neck, arms and fingers to warm up and mentally practice the magicmissile spell or something a little more elevating like Shatter. 

As he got closer to get some water he might notice something that would catch his attention, immediately he would lean behind the bushes and see if it wasn't an enemy under cover like a few days ago near the lookout point. 

Then he would see a female figure in front of the waterfall, soaking her body, directing her thin hands to her neck behind a long and wet hair. In the brightness of the moon and stars, her facial features and her body would be more visible. 

Her slightly pointed ears would embellish her delicate face viewed from the side, a straight nose and medium lips that would open for a better breathing, followed by a delicate neck followed by a delicate neck mark, a bite, which looked recent since it looks slightly reddened and her body decorated by freckles in cool and slightly dark tones.

She looked absolutely heavenly, something ironic coming from the thoughts of an infernal. - The woman would gather her hands together to collect water and pronounce a few words in a low voice, in front of her hands she would form flowers made of ice. She instantly reacted with pain in her arm, causing some crimson symbols to appear around her body. 

Startled Rolan stepped forward, in an attempt to help, but stopped in his tracks as the woman dropped to her knees with her hands to her chest trying to concentrate on keeping her composure. 

Different smells filled the place: chopped fresh flowers, cedar wood and blueberries; It appeared to summon an illusion of peace around her, her magic that was out of her hands would be mortifying her and that would help keep her calm.

The wave would be embracing her terrified heart in comfort. 

" Damn tadpole..." he would barely utter that damnation.

Gazing at the woman again she opened her eyes, that eyes were the tip of the crown in her angelic face. Rolan noticed that those eyes with the subtle glow of the sunset he would have seen before, but he could not remember clearly because he was distracted with that body, accidentally he would break one of the branches of the bush, causing the woman to turn around automatically. 

In a sudden act, she raised one of her hands to summon a cloud of steam that would obstruct his vision. As the steam dispersed, it was just him and the bright night.   

Rolan easily nullified the magic, but his gaze remained distant until he awoke from his own imagination. 

" Oh shit... I've been so impolite... I shouldn't have even seen her." he whispered to hymself, raising his hand to his forehead, he would feel a heat surround his face and his heartbeat quicken as he thought about what had happened; She would have seen him, will she recognize him and will tell it to the druids? 

No... he never had seen that face around with the druids. 

The thought of who it could be made him so excited in some ways.... 

Suddenly he would self-inflict a slap and plunge his head into the water. It was neither the place nor the time to think about that, he is not a vulgar man who would start thinking about every naked woman that came his way. 

As he broke away from the water he just sighed, staring up at the sky; her magic was... odd and quite dangerous...

"Shit, not now...." His own gaze stopped down below, knowing what his current situation would make him feel like a total asshole.

Clearly the water didn't help...

The night would be longer than he expected by thinking of nothing else than her, he felt ashamed. 

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The next morning wasn't going to be easy dealing with tiredness, Cal and Lia would be talking to Dammon about getting some stronger weapons, while Rolan would be leaning on the table, completely distant, maybe the sight of the pair of loving Tieflings would have overwhelmed him with the idea of having someone else in his life and his mind might have tricked him into believing that what he would have seen in the night was nothing more than a living dream. 

The time passed normally until some heated discussions could be heard near the druids' sacred pit. Rikka an archer of the refugees would be leading children and adults to Mol's refuge, it was clear, the strange party had failed to stop goblins. 

Dammon, Cal and Lia would help carry weapons to the gate of the grove. 

With the short time of preparation, Rikka led the children with Alfira to Mol's hiding spot, Arabella's parents would hug the girl most affectionately, to say goodbye to her.

Rolan and Tilses led the adults into the secluded chamber through the stone door, though somehow there were less adult tieflings around than before, from the comments between Okta and her son Ikaron it would be learned that the others had been left to their own, leaving them to fend for themselves. Her son would be furious at their cowardly choice and she would chide him telling him to deal with the most important things instead of being angry with them. 

"We could've been far away from this place by now." He murmured with a slight feeling of helplessness, but at last he was in this mess, the ""would've"" is useless right now. 

Rolan, leaving the secluded chamber ran hastily to the door to find himself Zevlor giving orders to the remaining Tieflings, Dammon would prepare the weapons to give to the fighters, Guex would be rolling the barrels with oil and the others setting up a improvised barricade.  

Cal and Lia would approach their brother with a worried expression and nervously lead him towards the hollow of the grove. 

"Oh no, I'll be the one who will protect you two from the raid." Rolan said attempting to push his two brothers aside. 

"You're crazy, we're not going to leave you there, inside, stumbhead." Lia said in a furic tone. 

Suddenly the sound of an arrow shot followed by Zevlor giving orders in a loud voice. 

"Wait! Wait! Bows down! -Gods above, we took you for a goblin. Get up here. We need to talk." From Zevlor's tone he looked annoyed, or at least that's what Rolan would hear before he was being dragged away by Cal and Lia. 

"Can you let me go for all the hells sake?!" Said Rolan, roughly freeing himself from their grip. 

"There's no discussion here, you're going to stay behind." Lia stamped her foot on the ground, tensing her shoulders. 

"You asked to stand here, now you'll stand the obvious consequences, child..." Lia gritted her teeth as she listened to Rolan, Cal kept his distance between his two brothers who were arguing again. 

"My powers are being wasted back here! I could repel any attack in the blink of an eye." Rolan said in a firm tone, but it would show his clear displeasure that his sister was now the one holding him back.

"Or wipe us in the blink of an eye. Best you stay right here." Lia spread her arms to stop any attempt to get him through her. 

"Ridiculous. Someone of my skills should choose their own vantage point, now get out of the way." Rolan snapped with his arms crossed. 

"She just means you're our last hope, Rolan. We, eh, may need you to save the day." Rolan just smiled sarcastically and would shake his head. In the distance he would notice a familiar faces approach. Yvainne and his team arrived.  He would again turn his annoyed gaze to his worried brothers.

"Look at this place. Like a pen of hogs waiting for the butcher's knife. We need to act !" When Rolan said it out loud, Lia put her finger to her lips. 

"Quiet! Some of the children might hear you." Cal would begin to wave his hands when his sister mentioned it in an attempt to quiet them down. 

"Oh, perish the though they overhear a little honestly once in their short lives..." Lia would clench her fist when she heard Rolan's sarcastic comment. 

"Enough! Both of you!" Cal shouted, them would be surprised and turn their attention to him and Yvainne.  

"Battle formation. Now." She said with authority tone, something that should work if she  was taller, but she's a little shorter than Lia.

"That's to say me at the front while the others stay back and do as i say?" He looked at her with a sassy smile.

"Shut it just for once, you insufferable, oafish!" Lia shouted, who was already a thread away from punching Rolan, Yvainne wouldn't have to suffer from his nefarious attitude.

Cal again shushed the two by putting an arm between them. 

"Stop it! Listen to someone else for once." She nodded in gratitude to Cal to shut them up.

"If you want to fight so badly, your brothers will be on either side taking their distance from you. Your thunderwave will hurt them if they get close to you. We will be in the front to give you time to cast spells." He'd look at Yvainne's stance, he wouldn't seem unsure of his plan, but she looks upset.  

"There you go, Rolan. - The glory of dying first of us is all yours. Happy?" Rolan would look back at his sister, giving a perfect smile. 

"Exceedingly happy. But I won't be dying." Rolan said sassily with a satisfied grin. A final sigh came from Cal, that arguing was over. 

Before all would head to the gate of the grove to the battle. Yvainne would grab Rolan's shoulder to get his attention, as he spun around, she would take his hand and give him a strange dagger.

As he touched the dagger he would feel a strange sensation, Something on the blade of the dagger felt like his magic fingers would be fading away. 

"You know how to use it, don't you?" Yvainne spoke to him seriously and he would just stand quietly looking at the design of the dagger. 

Then she stepped to his side to correct the position of his arm and make him hold more firmly the dagger. 

"Lean on your most balanced foot, if someone is going to attack you, you have to raise your arm to block them and use their strength on your side, then thrust hard into the heart to the handle" Yvainne grabbed him by the hand to guide him, although both would feel an electricity coursing through both their arms. 

It was something more than the touch of someone with magic in them, but rather there was a residue of lightning magic. He would turn instantly without dropping the knife. 

"Well done, and if it's a goblin it won't be that hard for you to evade his strike and strike him in the neck." She give him a small pat on the back before running away without looking him directly in the eyes. 

Rolan will look at his hand which She made contact with, it wouldn't hurt him, but it would leave him more intrigued, her appearance leaning to being skilled with short weapons, like a hunter; why she use magic being a hunter?. for him it doesn't make sense, and to be an ordinary mage she shouldn't escape that sparks of magic she would have already used, or at least he doesn't.  

But his unanswerable questions he would keep for another time. 

Arriving at the strategic location Yvainne would stay close to the battle horn with Zevlor and Gale.  Karlach, Lae'zel and Wyll would be on the line outside the gate.  Astarion next to Asharak and Shadowheart behind near the barricades. 

Yvainne approached to the battle horn, as she blew it, the goblin army would arrive led by a Drow telling them that in the name of "The Absolute" all must die. 

"This is it. Everything turns on this..." Zevlor raised his head and glared at everyone with resolution.  

"I know that you are afraid... but I also know that you have been fighting your whole lives. We have never been handed the easy choices, or the gentle paths. And this is no different.  

These creatures would take our lives, our children... our future. And we must resist!" At Zevlor's stirring speech, She touched her head in pain and pulled a dagger from his pocket, that pain causing her hands shaking until she thrust one of her dagger into her leg lightly. 

The drow will point her hands at the door with a evil grin on her face, signalling the battalion to attack.

Spiders, Bugbears and Goblins would rush at a threatening speed while archers held a few back, Karlach Wyll and Laezel would strike down those who came perilously close to the gate.

Yvainne pronounced spells as she shot arrows with thorns that would damage accumulated groups. The wizards Gale and Rolan would conjure to take down some groups a little farther away to reduce lines. 

A troll threw barrels at the group freeing goblins from inside which would complicate the group formation, Cal and Lakrissa would finish some of them to keep it from being the biggest of problems

Until some barrels hit her and a goblin would come out to try kill her first.  

Gale stepped forward to throw a firebolt, before that happened, Astarion stabbed him through the neck with his dagger and pushed him into the void.

Rolan noticed that both of them seemed to be worried for her, something they shouldn't be doing to prevent any surprise attacks, something he also did.  The fight intensified even more as the goblins crept over the door. 

Amidst magics and arrows several goblins would be felled until a stronger arm pushed through leaving Rolan exposed. A bugbear, before he can react a blade stabbed through its chest, killing it instantly. 

Yvainne stood in front of him holding one of her hand crossbows firing with one and her other hand reached out to help him. 

"I made a promise with your brothers saving your ass, now get up." She stated with an authoritative voice and Rolan made no protest and grabbed his arm to get up, but before Rolan said anything a goblin arrow was about to hit him in the face, but fortunately it missed and Yvainne without thinking hit him with both arrows from your crossbows. 

In the slight breeze her hair would blow to one side revealing some very familiar features which Rolan could barely process, however another of the annoying goblins would rush at them to get her from behind leading the Tiefling to put into practice what Yvainne taught him and throw that dagger into the goblin's eye socket. 

However, being unaccustomed to it, the Tiefling will lose his balance and fall on her.  

Both would look into their eyes in surprise, no one expected something like this to happen between them, that situation are making the moments in which both would cross each other's gazes feel like an eternity. 

Rolan would find familiar that every single facial feature on Yvainne's once there was none of that disastrous hair on his face, was the same angelic face he had seen last night, even the bite mark was on the same side only it didn't look fresh any more. 

Both of them snapped out of it when two more goblins came rushing up, she didn't have enough time to reload her crossbows. Yvainne nimbly pulled Rolan aside, to get closer to the goblins and raised her arms in a safe distance between her and the Tiefling still shocked at the shove. 

"Detono" 

She would push both goblins away with extreme force with thunderwave, sparks of thunder would rip her gloves, It was more than obvious, she was that woman from the waterfall, Rolan would get his wits about him to get up quickly to stand nearby in case someone arrives at her back. 

"I recommend that you take a little more distance, it can burn you, or worse." Yvainne would say pulling off those gloves scorched by the uncontrolled magic and quickly loaded her crossbows, and before Rolan turned around again, She would be pushed by a goblin and fall from the top to the bottom of the gate. 

Rolan in surprise would slam his staff with all his strength on the goblin's legs to cause it also to fall. 

Though they fell the same height from the top of the gate to the scorched grass covered ground She appeared to be alright, although limping from injuries sustained from the height, Wyll would run to pick her up while Karlach would cover him. 

In a sigh of relief, Rolan handled a few goblins using his newly perfected Thunderwave and picked up the dagger she had lent him from the dead goblin's eye. His sister Lia would arrive with arrowshot in the distance and Cal would cover her back. 

"I'd have thought you'd be dead by now." Lia said with a smile as she saw that he was still alive. 

Rolan would just shake his head, but he would show a smile as he saw that his brothers was still alright, encouraging him to continue against the goblins while Yvainne, Karlach and Wyll advanced towards the Drow giving a good fight. 

They would be victorious as the Drow would be defeated.  

Zevlor and some of Yvainne's companions would help pull them up over the gate for Shadowheart to attend to their injuries. The a few of the tiefling who had fought rested and celebrated by embracing each other. 

While the three brothers would just pat each other on the back with a laugh of having had fun after all, they would go down to give full glory to the group. 

The Tiefling paladin would look around outside to make sure it was over, in a sigh of relief he would turn to the refugees who were approaching in fear. 

"That's... That's was the last of them. Tymora smiles on me... they're dead. We did it! Watching gods, you did it.  They name us outcasts. Hellspawn. Foulblood.  

But the blood of those who fell today ran as pure as any hero's - so I call us by another name: "We are survivors".   We are family. The road to Baldurs gate is a long one yet. But you have earned every stride so far. Make your preparations - we will leave as soon as we're able. There is no hurry." The Tieflings would be cheering the atmosphere with claps, Karlach, Wyll and Gale would be looking happily at the refugees proud of the work while Yvainne, Astarion, Shadowheart and Laezel would be exchanging looks of surprise and surprise at being hailed as heroes. 

The druid Halsin would arrive through the gate, watching all that had happened to the grove, but proud that everyone had survived, the Tieflings would approach excited for his return, with him in the grove it would give them enough time to prepare everything and leave in peace. 

The three brothers would rest briefly, reclining against the wall, talking about that fight, which had inspired them as never before. 

"The roads ought to be safer now there's a few less goblins skulking about." Cal wiped his face in relief.

"Speak for yourself! I don't think rhere's a bit of me that isn't hurting after that fight. Worth it, though." Lia would stretch her muscles to relax them as she spoke her words. 

"Pfft... I'd barely call that a fight." Rolan said in a bragging tone. 

"That's not what Cal and I saw. You seemed like you enjoyed being on top of Yvainne after all." Rolan reddened in discomfort, he had no idea that his brothers saw that moment, he wanted to forget all about it, it was not only a complete humiliation for him, but he flinched because of that. His brothers would laugh with complicity. 

Between conversations and giggles, Yvainne's group arrived, Cal and Lia would chat excitedly with everyone until the moment came for Yvainne and Rolan turned their gazes to talk, possibly about what had happened. 

"I suppose it was decent of you to return.... Who knew that just a low percent of power and a butcher's blade would be enough?" - He paused slightly at his comment. 

"My thanks, truly. You managed well enough." He leaned slightly at his comment, his would look sincerely. His siblings would look at him mischievously, and they might exploit such behaviour. She would give him a smile and nod before leaving them alone to continue on their way to the druids' sacred pit.

"Well, it was a miracle that our personal ogre wasn't a jerk at last." Lia would mention, leaning on Cal's shoulder to grin mischievously at him. Rolan only rolled his eyes at the comment which had no effect on him. 

"My lovely sister, you must stop confusing friendship with flirting, that's the reason why you are single." Lia would give him punch on the shoulder. Cal laughed loudly at the comment. 

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As nightfall approached, the refugees would start to arrive for the celebration of their survival and to cheer for the heroes.

Rolan would be dragged by his brothers to the party, even if it wasn't to be his taste. But he didn't want to deny them going to the party. 

To his surprise the party wasn't too bad, the wine would keep Rolan in decent mood enough to address at least two more words to anyone who approached him.  Some of Yvainne's party members would be talking to each other and some others would be talking to the refugees. 

As Yvainne was chatting with Astarion and sharing their wine between them, the elf was seemingly attempting to flirt with her, approaching like a cat frolicking with a mouse. 

"Hey, make a dragon!" Lia exclaimed excitedly, Rolan would be snapped out of his thoughts as he listened to his sister. 

"No, no, an Owlbear!" Cal interrupted Lia with the same excitement, they looked like children in his eyes, reminding him of the times when they asked him to do impossible things with magic in their chindhood. 

"Toddlers are easier to please than you lot" Rolan would give his glass of wine to Cal for a moment. At that point Yvainne would approach with curiosity about what was going on between the three brothers. 

"Patience... Have you no respect for showmanship?" He would stretch his fingers in readiness, with a most confident smile. 

"Having performance issues, Rolan?" Said Cal mockingly, he would make a gesture of mild desperation. 

"Hush, you. And...   BEHOLD!" Rolan held out his arms, summoning a sphere of light so brilliant that it would fade into little shining spheres all around, the four of them would admire the beauty of those lights. 

Yvainne clapped her hands, it was a small performance, it was beautiful anyway, Rolan would turn his gaze with his unwavering smile of self-confidence. 

"Adoring applause? You're too kind!" Rolan would give a big bow to his humble three-person audience. 

"Remember when he could barely cast that? " Lia said with a little mockery. 

"They grow up so fast..." Cal replied with Lia's same expression to tease Rolan. 

"Never have I met such troglodytes. Now, pass the wine." The confident smile was still visible on Rolan's face as he took his glass of wine. 

"We're finally getting along? this is most impressive."   Cal turned his shocked gaze to Yvainne who also seemed in the same way, that it didn't escalate into an argument as it had in the grove. Maybe it's the effect of the wine.  Lia would hand the bottle of wine to her brother so that he could get even more wine. 

Yvainne approached to talk with Lia.

"Look at them. How happy they are. We did that. " Lia smiled sincerely to Yvainne, after all, if it wasn't for her the whole grove would have become a cemetery. 

"How about the three of you? Having fun?" Yvainne leaned against the wall as she asked, Lia wouldn't look away. 

"Yeah. Don't tell Rolan, but his magic show might be the highlight. He's been doing them since we were little. He'll make it big in Baldur's Gate, I know it." Yvainne might look at Rolan at Lia's confession. 

"He isn't so bloody exasperating; He has his charms, I suppose, he's had his conquests." Lia would shake her jug in search more drink. 

"I think the drink is making you say more than you should." She said with a sigh of disbelief. 

"I'd better get Cal to get another bottle before they run out of all of them. You know? I hope we meet again at Baldur's gate, I really need a friend." Lia would then grab Cal's arm and lead him away, leaving Rolan and Yvainne alone. 

"An adoring crowd, fine wine... - I daresay this place is almost civilised." Rolan broke the silence as he swirled his overflowing wine glass. 

"I didn't think you'd come. it didn't look like parties beneath the stars was your idea of fun." Rolan gave a faint smile at her response. 

"It isn't, but Lia and Cal were so excited for tonight, I thought it cruel to leave. Just look at them, oh...." Rolan interrupted himself as they saw his siblings starting to dance with other tieflings.

Yvainne give a little giggle as she saw that they both were getting a little more drunk than expected. 

"I have seen your qualities in battle and... I'm quite intrigued with your magic; could you show me? - Anything that involves not watching these dumbsts make fools of themselves would be good for me." Yvainne turned away in surprise at Rolan's invitation. "Ugh, please? I don't want to be dragged into a pitiful dance." She would nod at his invitation, both walking not too far away from the party. 

The wind would lightly rustle the trees and bushes, the moon shining subtle enough to give a charming ambience. 

"So... you're actually a magician, but that thunderwave seemed a bit out of control, what do you have to say about it?" She stretched out her arms with a lengthy sigh, at Rolan's question. 

"I haven't practised magic in a long time, so I can't really measure the intensity of my spells, and the teacher that i had... - Well. teached me some tricks and spells, but at the end I've dedicated myself to be a good huntress as you may have seen. -- Yvainne pulled from her pocket a dagger with a distant look that seemed to decide whether to tell her whole story or not.

He would notice important holes in her story, an ordinary wizard, even if he did not know how to control his strength in spells, did not inflict that much damage. 

"Well, to have that kind of problem at this point, you had a terrible teacher." She tightened his arms in discomfort. 

Rolan would drink from his wine glass and set it aside to approach. 

"Well maybe it's a simple spell, but that could help you learn how to measure your intensity. Consider it as a thank you" Rolan would clasp his hands to cast that spell of lights again, but this time it would be in front of them to study her posture in hands and back.

She look at him a bit frightened as she looked at his face, with the illumination of his own magic highlighting every fragment of his expression, he is just too calm, something more was causing her to see it and he would be focused enough to notice it. Rolan would gesture for her turn, she would try to settle herself properly. 

Yvainne cast the spell, but the light came with a blast causing her to lose her balance, Rolan would quickly hold her by the shoulders to prevent her from falling. Rolan would rest both hands on her back to straighten her up. 

"It could have been worse." Rolan would lower his posture to think, Yvainne would start playing with her hair, she felt embarrassed for having failed at such a simple thing. 

Rolan would raise his finger as a sign that he had the idea. 

"It's simple, probably your teacher tried to teach you powerful spells as a beginner by skipping the initial steps. technically you learned backwards" Yvainne tilted her gaze in confusion. 

"What did he teach you first?" She looked down at her hands remembering a fatal spell that she wouldn't know where her master got the scroll to learn it from. 

"It's bad idea, just that..." Rolan would exhale at Yvainne's response. A powerful spell in this place could result in serious injuries or worse.

"Well the old way then, you'll have to repeat the spell with less intensity every time, a pity that this is an "express class"- You'll have to practice by your own after all. unless you want destroy your gloves every time you try" Rolan's words would inspire her to try again.

It would take her a few failed attempts until one of her failures would push her slightly. 

"That's better, try once more." He said in a serious tone, grabbing her shoulders for some support. Yvainne nodded and Rolan would take his hands off her shoulders to give her another chance. 

Once again she would take a deep breath to concentrate and pray that her magic would not unleash again.  But she would make it successfully; The lights glowed like fireflies, without explosions. She would turn excitedly to see Rolan's reaction, who was already looking at her proudly. 

Both would stare at each other in silence, lost, without realising they were slowly approaching each other. 

"Can you really see with all that hair in your face?" Yvainne stopped dead in her tracks at his question, moving her hand to her hair. 

"It depends, i'm doing it to keep a low profile, no one notices a puny person with messy hair like a tramp, so i can do my job better..." She said directing her gaze to the ground, taking slight steps backward to get out of the way. But Rolan doesn't apart his look from her.

"Just for the magic you shouldn't keep it in your face..." Rolan removed part of the hair with his fingers, and the moment seemed endless and tense, uncertain if it was because they really had a feeling or if it was the wine and that moment doing its job. 

"You should pick up that long hair.." Both of them were already dangerously close to the smell and almost the taste of wine, the heartbeat would increase as they would slowly get closer and close their eyes. 

But a noise instantly alerted them, causing them to abruptly pull away from each other.  It was Rolan's brothers laughing so hard that they even threw themselves on the ground, already quite drunk. 

"Shall I call myself cupid, cheers to a night that we won't remember!" Lia said laughing. 

"Don't be sure, maybe Rolan ran away from her, he hates any interaction with anyone." Cal laughed anyway until he saw that Rolan and Yvainne standing a few steps away with a mortified look on his face and she with surprise. 

"Oh shit." Cal muttered as Lia stood up and would see them as well. 

Rolan's face had flushed even more, this was a situation even more embarrassing than they had imagined, however after all in such a small party anyone could know if something more elevated happened. 

Cal and Lia ran off where they came from, and Rolan would only slap his forehead. 

Rolan muttered a damnation in infernal. 

"What a such lovely family..." Yvainne broke their awkward silence with a nostalgic tone while taking a seat on the floor to pour some wine, and Rolan would sit down with an embarrassed sigh. 

"These two are my world, even if they're exasperating." Rolan held his gaze steadily to the ambience. Without looking at her again. 

"I want to thank you for this night, you have been so kind this whole time we have been at the party." Yvainne spoke looking at the sky. Rolan would bring his wine glass to his lips to drink, still thinking of that embarrassing moment. 

"You deserved a decent treatment after you flattered my show, I suppose - I can always be obnoxious again." She laughed at Rolan's sassy tone again. 

"Which route will you take to the city?" Rolan drank the wine until he had finished it. 

"We're not quite sure, we'll discuss it with Halsin in the morning, but we're thinking of going through Underdark, I'm interested in making another one with the Sussur tree bark." Rolan turned to look at her, he had read in a book in Elturel about the native tree from the depths, he pulled out the dagger she had given him. 

"Keep it, it could be very useful on your journey." Rolan looked at that dagger again, it is not an ordinary weapon.  

It's strange in that the edge can cause all magic to be nullified from both of them. Why she'll have a weapon that will affect her if she cuts herself by mistake?

He would keep it very carefully. 

They would both drink from their wine glasses looking out over the horizon, they would not touch the subject of that moment about the two of them.

Eventually they both stood up as they heard the party's noise die down without anything more to add. 

"Well, I've already dedicated this moment to you, now I'll spend the rest of it with Lia, Cal and a good restful sleep before the journey to Baldur's gate. - If we meet again, well you'll see a mighty wizard, have a good sleep." Rolan would have left the secluded spot to search for his siblings, wearing an expression of false peace; deep inside he was angry about what he heard from his brothers. 

Yvainne meanwhile would be meeting to talk to some of her companions, who would kindly give of their time. She had already befriended some of them. 

Rolan and Ikaron helped to take Cal and Lia once the party was over for a rest before heading with the refugees to Baldurs gate. 

They would leave at dawn and Rolan was excited to go and face his destiny as an apprentice of Lorroakan and give his siblings that life that the three of them would have wanted when they were just children. 

And everything would be perfect. 

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[modounbubble]

For the character thing, Manus, Uhhh what's the name of that gundam, Ariel? And Aldrich

LOL cant believe Im actually doing this again thanks

Manus

favorite thing about them: Extremely cool magic casting animation. Heart thumping. Breathtaking.

least favorite thing about them: Not confirmed being the Furtive Pygmy. But if confirmed he's not so furtive anymore

favorite line:

brOTP: No way lmao he's too furtive

OTP: With Artorias ofc, no surprises here

nOTP: The good thing about souls game is nobody has enough characteristics for me to make the nOTP judgement

random headcanon: He doesn't eat, therefore he doesn't smell. It's all but the scent of chilly wet cave

unpopular opinion: Deserved to be much more popular

song i associate with them: not music nerdy enough for this

favorite picture of them

Russian artists are somehow the only artists good at drawing him

Aldrich

Fvorite thing about them: TBH? He's not really my type at all. He's cool with all the god eating and using a corpse puppet though

least favorite thing about them: Not enough standalone time. Need a phase that Gwyndolin's corpse drop off and he has to carry on from there

favorite line:

brOTP: He ate all his bros

OTP: W/ Sulyvahn ofc. Love all the fic that's about Suly indulging him or being in the illusion that he's controlling Aldrich

nOTP: nothing too bad about him

random headcanon: He can no longer talk, and one need to communicate by sticking their body parts into him

unpopular opinion: "Aldrich is not Gwyndolin" is not really that unpopular

song i associate with them: again not that nerdy. If only he had a theme song that's not a nostalgia bait

favorite picture of them: If only there's good pictures that actually depict him and not Gwyndolin center

Aerial

favorite thing about them: Thicc, cute face

least favorite thing about them: Too over the top, and the final battle isn't satisfactory enough at tearing her down

favorite line:

brOTP: Everybody hates her out of jealousy and fear and she kinda doesn't care in an unwaring way

OTP: with Calibarn. Toxic school yuri

nOTP: with her human. Not sure why that exist but her human feels too much like a caricature for anything good

random headcanon: Doesn't understand the value of human lives or relationships

unpopular opinion: Her human and her human "older sister" are two different characters

song i associate with them: She doesn't deserve good things

favorite picture of them

Never had I thought that I will have gundam and dark souls in one post yet here we are

[livvywrites]

Does Tali stink

lmao

you know i was going to say “i want to say no, but realistically, probably?” but then i second guessed myself bc like. she def has access to hygiene products/perfumes/etc. i’m never gonna say they never run out on the open sea, but like. they have them

& also magic. her specialty is illusion magic & im sure she knows a spell to at least trick the nose into thinking she’s smell good, if not a spell that actually does that

so… no? i think tali smells fine most of the time. just maybe not after a long day’s work.

[feastingonfanfiction]

First watch through of witcher ep 3

Unfiltered thoughts

(Here for myanna buring)

Another witcher? ...the fool never go into a room with hanging things easy to cause a distraction and get murdered

Implied spice with geralt

Geralt really just went and reached into another person's chest cavity, ew

Also triss, heard this name in passing, who she?

Another smut scene, not here for it but also wtf on conjured illusion audience, I wanna be like no judgement but like wtf, the applause at the end just like wha-

Ooo dress up scene

Tissaia!!! :D

Some scene with the king and geralt

Magic people in circle, hate that creepy dude is there hope he perishes

Tissaia :D

Hearing the mention of calanthe, me: 😢 queen grandma of the lil princess? Or did I mishear idk

Yennefers secret is spilled

Me:I hope creepy wizard streg whatever his name is perishes, I hope yeneffer knows who spilt her secret and gets revenge

Adventures in a creepy castle, secrets revealed the king and his sister 🤢

Geralt:"I smelled what you were doing" me:that's...well ok evidence is evidence he ended up confessing

Yennefer scene: :0 lovers quarrel I hope there's more revenge

Ooo kind of a ball/dance/feast :D !!!! TISSAIA!!!

Oh? Yen what are you doing?

Jesus it looks like the beginnings of a horror scene with the tools being rolled out and person strapped to chair, like thats some nightmare fuel right there, except its not im sterile operation room...oh so to change you gotta give up the uterus at least he warned her, her decision

I fully thought maybe it'd be a werewolf he'd face off not a striga, but welp here it be monster fight, he just left the person who caused this whole mess there tied up lol

Turn around to turn back classic jump scare, but still what a way to go

Fetus creature cuts to cutting out uterus scene, can't help but think of the connection

Yo geralt just collapsed part of the floor wtf

Damn the cutting between the two scenes is just intense

She just bit a chunk outta him wtf

Oooh yennefer having her bell of the ball moment

Geralt calls out renfri over and over 👀

LIL PRINCESS :D wait where she going?

[mangopike]

very brief dnd au musings because the rot consumes and all that

elaboration below the cut!

i thought gerry as an unaware sorcerer could be neat, only fully coming into his power after the eye “recognizes” him as an avatar. the draconic bloodline sorcerer typing is because im kind of in love with the idea of the fears as dragons …. perhaps not on an entirely physical level but i like the idea of them presenting as dragons at least. also eric is the tiefling and mary is the elf!

i also think gerry would lean away from tapping into that bloodline magic as much as possible, preferring to use his skills as a rogue and learned arcane trickster magic since it’s something he himself earned and doesn’t require the use of the eye’s power. though that bloodline magic would for sure bleed into his arcane trickster abilities. some kind of visual signifier for that would be neat but im not entirely sure what it would be yet (probably eye tattoos lighting up or smthn, but i also think those as a general arcane focus could be cool also). his cantrips would be mage hand, lightning lure, minor illusion, and green flame blade (lvl 10+)!

i initially struggled with michael’s race and class but eventually decided on him being a firbolg for the giant ancestry (tall freaking guy) and motm describing firbolg magic as “the obscuring sort”, which reminded me of how people usually see michael as marked by the lonely! he also just has inherent fey vibes to me. not entirely sold on scribes wizard for him but it seemed the most fitting class/subclass for him. i had initially thought about him being a cleric, but he doesn’t have enough religious boy vibes for me personally to make him one (though if he were to be one i think he’d be a peace domain cleric). scribes felt fitting enough for the institute, and none of the wizard schools felt like vibes enough for him either. overall though i think he’d be a support based caster with the message, prestidigitation, light, gust (lvl 5+), and toll the dead (lvl 13+) cantrips

the magic colors/smells are just a personal thing for me! i love it when magic is sensory. to be specific, i think gerry would have a deeper olivey green pre eye avatar recognition that turns classic magnus green afterwards. michael would have a coral pink sort of color that glitters gold!

may or may not make full designs for them at some point or designs for other characters, who knows

[cosmicangel888]

Being truly 'rich' is not the showing of it, there is just no need.

When you force, false, fake rich - it is a flaunting and thus the story smells as it is

'I will not hold your secrets

I will not take on the density of your choices, or projections, or falseness of self

I am indifferent & neutral to that which is defiling of the sacred.

I am not moved by the falseness or stories of fakery and illusions to play 'Im greater than you, I win'

I swim with the Gods of realms you cannot see nor know; for your mind is stuck in better than, taking, and stealing what is not true richness ~ there is no race, never will be, and I care not.

You do not determine my life, my sense of being, greatness - foolish and only you are facing you in the mirror, wish and spell away - I will always face me and none of the past are in it.

Source will wash away and when one finally gets it, the story has long changed. Power hungry falseness is your story, a community that takes, fakes, and falsifies what is true and sacred, and rapes it to call it back, and twist it to make it look as if you are small and the one doing the harm and stealing -

Love is always the truth, and truth is the piercing ways in which new stories are written, and some will not be characters in the pages of books of new ancient wisdoms; I will not compromise my grace for the lesser ways of deceit and twisted ways; simply look into the mirror and heal that which you take;

I sit in loving grace & show you the purity of grace, beauty of all Creation - I choose me, and always will.

Falseness and lack of integrity is a choice;

You choose for you.

I AM. My life, my choice, my life. I AM.

Life is such.

Before you is your last choice; choose wisely for I will not be swayed by the stories of you; that is you.

I am not you.

I AM THAT I AM

Joanna

I AM JOANNA - I AM ALIVE; the spells and magic of destruction did not work, so now what, maybe truth be something that will bring a new dawn; or swim in your own lies and such will never be a mate in my story - was offered long ago as a gift to each to grow within and go within and the song still not understood; true kindly kings, and queens, do not do magic to confuse and take, and steal, period.

Leaders lead in truth and light, honour of all life; 5D is

I will not save you - you save you

You do not make me, I do.

Divine is sacred, and sacred is divine - that is the way all life light is; that has been the message - be led by none; in loving yourself, knowing yourself, you need none to lead you and give your power to that which takes from you - not necessary - that has been the message

Crime, violence, harm, corruption nothing is necessary to bring destruction - all is healable and it only takes a soft loving moment to choose truth; surrender of self love - love is Ⓒ 

And is only truth

Love is

#ascension

[rightxonxmain-archived]

Onyx watches his movements with a sigh, seeing how scared he is. "Lighten up babe, Im not going to hurt you. I forgive you." She slowly approaches and wraps her arms around him, closing her eyes. "You brought my favorite flowers, I cant be mad at you. I...I dont think anyone ever bought me flowers before." She gently takes the bouquet away, smelling them with a sigh.

"Oh and I forgot to mention, your head.." She gently takes his hat, curtly putting it on her head, healing the rest of the wound to stop the light from escaping it. It looked as if his head was fully intact! "I can fix that. Though I do love you wearing a hat." Onyx giggles and smiles, Roxie slowly slugging back. "Can you both stop keeping secrets already?! Im sick of having to play mending match maker!" Roxie calls out and Onyx waves her off.

"Jesus you both are gonna make me vomit, Im going back inside." Roxie gags, limping inside of the home. Onyx rests her head on Brians chest, feeling Alymer which she gently takes him out. "As for you. Im still mad at you but I have a question. If you and Brian go out at night...what do you do? You were in that girls mouth that night and I know Brian doesnt include you in our sessions. So what the hell do you do?" She asks calmly, glaring at the little blue turd.

The emotional dam that had been holding back Brian's crying finally broke when Onyx embraced him. He hugged her as tightly as he ever had—Tight to the point Aylmer's skin made a slight squelch with every squeezing increment.

Brian was so overwhelmed by their reuniting, he nearly didn't marvel at the magic taking place. Reluctantly moving one of his hands from her sides, he felt around on the top of his head, curious to see if the fix was permanent or only an illusion.

"Maybe we can take turns wearing them," he said, blinking away some of the excess tears. "You look cute in my stuff."

Aylmer came up for air at just the right time, as Onyx was already making a grab at him. He was prepared to face her down this time, and swished suavely beneath her grasp.

"... I have to take Brian with me... You have legs, so I don't expect you to sympathise, Onyx, but using Brian's body is simply the pragmatic thing to do..."

Sessions was a rather 'professional' way of putting their sex life, thought Brian. He'd heard her use the phrase several times before and thought nothing of it, then. But knowing what he knew now—That she was a sex worker—significantly changed his perception of such wordage.

"Again, I don't expect you to understand, but I find it's easier to suck out the brains through the mouth..." Finding out he had no chance of juicing the witch upset Aylmer to some degree, as it forced him back into a relationship with Brian.

"It's for his health," Brian volunteered, his stomach nonetheless sick with the idea he'd killed a girl. "He really does need human brains in order to thrive... I don't think he can live on animals alone..."

The parasite cleared his throat.

"Thank you, Brian, but I've got it from here..." Aylmer never moved his focus from Onyx, even as he addressed Brian.

"Brian doesn't remember his highs... I make sure of it... That's why he's so keen to keep on using... It's the only thing that even comes close to the feeling he gets when he's with you... His words, not mine..."

"I didn't say it like that, but it's the truth... I got anxious when you left for the night, and I asked Aylmer if he would go out with me... I needed to feel something other than worry... I knew Aylmer wasn't always straight with me, but I didn't have solid proof he'd done anything like this before..."

Aylmer would've rolled his eyes here. Sounded like a typical addict's excuse.

"Well, there you have it..."

"Can I have Aylmer back now?" Brian didn't need the juice at the moment, seeing how his head was completely back to normal. As a matter of fact, when Brian reached behind his neck to scratch a moment ago, he no longer felt the hole left by Aylmer's inaugural visitation.

Was he free at last?

"I have an idea, babe, but I need to know more... Let's go somewhere and talk. Aylmer, this concerns you, too..."

smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

Brian didn't face Onyx straightaway but gradually turned his head towards the woman he loved. He knew that making eye contact wasn't an imperative since she seemed to never change her expression (usually) and therefore it wasn't easy to read her reaction to what was being said to her.

Still, he had called her in here and now he was obligated to treat this like an actual civil conversation.

"Well, that's kind of just it-"

The young man practically recoiled when he saw that grin which was, unfortunately, getting to be more and more characteristic. It was also a bit of a 'war flashback' moment for him, as he could recall breaking out into maniacal smiles for no reason at all starting with his connection to Aylmer.

"You and he have been doing an awful lot of talking lately..." Brian sighed, still in the dark as to the light shooting out of his head. Right now he had a rig of saran wrap and tape over it to keep the elements out, but he knew that would only get him so far. Needless to say, hats were a must when out in public. His brother Mike was bringing new fashions over weekly.

"I just don't want you going down the same path as I have, Onyx... And I don't want more trouble for Aylmer, either... It's not any secret how much I've had to pay the cops to keep quiet about things as they are..."

***

The parasite was indeed incapacitated, currently swaddled and sipping chicken brains from a blender cup with a straw, but the severed link between himself and Brian had caused an additional phenomenon; he could now hear all of Brian's thoughts! Even from another room!

Needless to say, the attempted co-conspiring taking place in the bathroom caused unhappiness to swell inside of his blue body. Onyx was his only recourse during these tough times, this he believes wholeheartedly... Aylmer didn't actually posses a heart, instead a heart-like part called the aortic arch, but that's neither here nor there. All that mattered was his will to pit Onyx against Brian because Brain, bless him, was of little to no use anymore.

[miiamour]

temporary

fem!reader x sirius black

summary: sirius black didnt love you, or at least not as much as you loved him.

warnings: angst, cheating, illusions to smut, self indulgent asf, y/n being stupid.

word count: 0.8k

italics: flashbacks

a/n: im sad so i put it into words lol

⊱ ──── ˗ˏˋ✧*♡*✧´ˎ˗ ────⊰

out of all of the seven billion people in the world, you managed to fall in love with him; the boy with long black hair who wore a stupid leather jacket.

the boy who’s smile lit up the room, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

the boy who would laugh so loud that entire common room would hear but nobody would complain, simply because his laugh was too beautiful to disrupt.

how could you give everything to someone and receive nothing in return, but in all honestly you were kind of okay with it. you were glad to love him even if he didn’t love you back.

he said he loved you, but his words meant nothing compared to the melancholic actions. although he would never technically cheat, flirting with other girls was just as bad.

“it meant nothing” he cradled your cheek in his hand as he reminded you while watching you sob about how he didn’t love you. it was pathetically vulnerable of you, you didn’t care though.

he leaned down, ear pressed against your chest, hearing you rapid heartbeat and placed a kiss under your collarbone. “there, all better” he smiled.

except that it wasn’t all better. with every suggestive look he gave another girl, every wink, every smile, your heart broke into another tiny piece. it wasn’t all better— he simply just put a bandaid over it.

it was a friday night, gryffindor had just won a quidditch game and james threw a party in the common room to celebrate. you had decided to skip out on it; it somehow felt better to stay up in your room while sirius flirted with girls opposed to having him doing in front of your eyes.

you laid in bed, wondering which girl he could’ve possibly been flirting with at the moment. maybe it was marlene, or that girl lucille from his potions class you once caught him winking at.

you decided to take your mind off of it by rereading little women. you searched through your books but you couldn’t seem to find it, then you remembered, you had lent it to remus.

they were all at the party so you decided to go up to the boys’ dorm and steal it back from remus.

as you left your dorm, you heard the piercing music and the smell of alcohol drifted up the toward the dormitories.

the music was so deafening that you couldn’t hear the moans coming from the boys’ dorm. you never believed it when people would say that their world came crashing down in seconds. it seemed impossible for so much to go wrong in so little time but alas here you were: eyes full of tears, shaking, and heart shattered— you felt the bandaid slip off.

neither of them even noticed that you had entered until the cup of firewhiskey near his bed exploded; your magic had a tendency of going haywire when feeling strong emotions.

the girl under him— lucille from potions— jumped and quickly covered herself with a blanket. sirius looked back to see you, the look in your eyes would be something he would never forget; it wasn’t shock, there wasn’t even a glimpse of it. it was pure disappointment and regret.

you weren’t even able to put into words on how upset you were with him, so you walked away. you turned your back on him— never wanting to see him and his stupid face again.

your vision was blurred with tears and your ears blocked out every noise that you didn’t hear sirius call out your name. you reached your dorm and slammed the door shut only for sirius to stop it with his foot.

“y/n, love, let me explain” he pleaded. his hair was messier than usual, his shirt was wrinkled and his pants weren’t even buttoned up.

“don’t love me!” you seethed at him as you sat on your bed; if you stood up for any longer you’d probably collapse— you’re mind was foggy with emotions

“i’m sorry, alright! i’m so sorry” he fell to his knees, taking your hand in his, “i’m a horrible boyfriend. i’m so sorry— it didn’t mean anything, i swear to you”

he placed kisses all over your hand. his eyes were glossy and his lips puffy; you could still see the pink lipstick on his face and the fresh hickeys on his neck. his hair was messy, she probably ran her hands through his hair as he thrusted into her, you wondered if he had scratches on his back, if she had hickeys all over her chest like he’d do you to you.

but most of all, you wondered if he was actually sorry. if it actually didn’t mean anything. but you didn’t really wonder, because you knew the answer.

he wasn’t sorry he did it, he was sorry he got caught. and it didn’t mean anything, because nothing meant anything to him. he never loved you— he never loved anybody; so what you did next surprised the both of you.

“it’s ok, sirius.” you moved a strand of hair that had been in front of his face, “i forgive you”

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[wagner-fell]

Mari kicked down the dressing room door with a bang so loud Kevin jumped and spilled his hot coffee cup all over himself. Hearing his yelps of pain, Astrid peaked her head out of the curtain, laughed at his expense then shut it again. Maria ignored that.

They strutted out to where the boys were sitting and struck a pose. “Can I rock cottage core or can I rock cottage core?”

Kit didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded instead. While the baby blue dress with short, ruffled sleeves looked a bit out of place paired with Mari’s bulging muscles, she looked absolutely stunning.

The Merry Hoes were located in the back room of the antique store Kevin’s family owned. The Chu’s just got a large donation of vintage clothing. Mari had just gotten their pay check from the downworlder gym she worked at. Kit and Astrid really didn’t want to do their maths homework. It was destiny.

Despite being downworlders both Blessica and Kevin still lived at home. Mari, though, lived with the rest of their pack in an old Edwardian mansion a few blocks away from school. However the five of them slept over at each other’s place of residence so often they blurred together in the young Herondale’s mind. He could really only tell them apart by their smells.

Mari’s reeked of dirty laundry as they were one of four folks on the feminine side of the gender scale out of the lycanthropy of London, Blessica excluded. Her house smelled like Ube, a type of yam her Filipino parents put in everything. Kit couldn’t complain. Ube flavoured ice cream was the best thing he’s ever eaten. Aside from Mari. Though he wasn’t usually the one… Nevermind.

Kevin’s house smelled of Longjing tea and red wine. A peculiar combination that oddly enough, worked quite well.

Astrid had two homes as her parents divorced at the age of six. Stepping into her mom’s house was like stepping into a cookie factory. Which made sense as her mom owned a bakery and lived above it. Kit didn’t know exactly what Astrid’s dad’s place smelled like, let alone looked like, but he could make an educated guess that it was similar to the Los Angeles Institute because it was in LA too.

After they separated, Miss Yang fled to Devon to dodge the possibility of seeing her ex-husband when they exchanged Astrid. Kit related to her on a deep, personal level.

Now Astrid spent her summers in America and Kit drained his battery on international phone calls.

Her three months in the USA each year helped him bond with her better when they had first been introduced. For example, her ringtone was the Perry the Platypus theme song. Blessica, Kevin and Maria had no clue what it was but when the music reached Kit’s ears, the two sang an epic duet that put Kiss Me More (the second most iconic duet in history) to shame.

“How much is this anyway,” asked Mari, turning in a circle to see if there was a price tag. In the process she sent the fabric fluttering as she went. It made them look more magical than ever.

“There is no price on fabulousness,” said Astrid. She had on loose, black dress pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders with gold blemishes.

“Yes there is,” replied Kevin. “54 euros.”

“54 euros,” exclaimed Mari.

“Well it would have been €34 but you made me spill my coffee and this shirt was 20 so..”

“Seriously, Kev. I will fuck your mom. You think I won’t?” A pause. “Wait, only twenty €20?”

“Oh, I know right! There is this incredible thrift store down on Fleet Street and-”

“Don’t care,” interrupted Mar. She took one last look in the mirror before turning back to him. “I’ll give you your parents' price, not your dramatic ass’s one.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Fine. But it’s an extra €10 for the shoes.”

Mari looked down at her tan sandals. They leaned against the door they just excited to take the footwear off. “Racist,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m literally Chinese.”

“Homophobic, then.”

“Pansexaul,” he sang.

Mari was silent for a moment before she banged on the door into the room Blessica was changing into her rose pink gown. “Blessie! Do I have permission to call Kev transphobic in your name?”

“Hey,” said Kevin, looking up from his task of rubbing a paper towel across his sheer, white shirt. “That’s cheating. Blessie, don’t listen to them!”

The nickname ‘Blessie’ was what her family exclusively called her. She turned red when they had first found out. Granted, it wasn’t hard to make Blessica blush. All she had to do was stand in Kevin’s general area.

“Blessica,” called Mari once again. When she still didn’t answer, Maria stood up and pressed their forehead against the changing room door. “You okay?”

“No,” Blessica croaked out finally. Her hoarse voice was laced with sorrow. Upon hearing her speak, Kevin abandoned any hope of saving his top and joined Mari at the door. Kit and Astrid were quick to follow.

“Hey,” said Astrid gently. “What’s wrong?”

Blessica began to sob. “The dress doesn’t fit right,” she whimpered.

“That’s okay,” soothed Kevin. “We have other sizes.”

“Kev, it doesn’t fit my body because it wasn’t made for my body. I just feel so ugly.” All the other Merry Hoes made various sounds of distress. Kit was instantly reminded of Dru,

He was suddenly fifteen again. In Ty’s bedroom as he told him of all the times she’d been told she wasn’t pretty by members of the Shadowhunter society. And all the times Emma or Julian or another member of her family had reassured her that she was. The thought occurred to Kit that maybe they weren’t Emma-y as Blessica needed them to be.

“It’s just like,” started Blessica, “I started taking Estrogen seven months ago, you know? And I still don’t have anything to show for it.”

His mind was racing a mile a minute. “Yes you do,” he said.

“I do?” she asked, sounding dubious.

“Your voice!”

“You do have a really nice voice,” agreed Astrid. “You could totally narrate audiobooks or something.”

“No it’s not,” grumbled Kevin.

“Kevin,” said Mari, glaring daggers at him. ‘Kevin’ in this case didn’t mean Kevin. It meant ‘Shut your mouth right or I will actually kill you’.

“No, not like that! It’s just…” he was blushing profusely now. “Her voice is like the rain. Most of the time it’s soft and warm and it wraps you in one big, wet hug. You can’t help but feel, well, blessed to get to feel it touching your skin.. But when it rains hard you feel every single drop land. But no matter what kind of rain it is, the impact is always enormous. Uh, yeah, her voice is like that.” There was a moment of prolonged silence, where Blessica had stopped crying but no one was brave enough to talk.

The door opened and Kit, Kevin and Astrid stumbled backwards. Mari didn’t. Stupid gorgous jock, Kit thought as she survayed her inferiourors.

Blessica stood in the open doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red. The dress looked perfect on her. Not that this style hadn’t looked perfect on Mari but their arms were so thick, they filled up the entire selve. Blessica was so petite you could see her bones clearly through the skin. It highlighted the flowness of the gown extremely well. “You guys like my voice?” Then, “why are you all staring at me, is it that bad?”

“Blessie,” said Mari. “You can’t just put on that in front of four people who like women and expect them not to stare.”

“Respectfully, of course,” added Kit.

“Just tell us if it makes you uncomfortable,” agreed Kevin.

“Step on me,” breathed Astrid.

“But then again,” said Mari, “you validate yourself too.”

“Run me over with a cement truck.”

“We can see your hot as fuck. But more importantly you have to believe you’re hot as fuck.”

“You could literally kill me and I’d get on my knees to thank you.”

Blessica was blushing as hard as Kevin now. They sheepishly smiled at each other before turning away. “Simp,” said Kit and he held out his hand. Astrid dutifully rewarded him with a high five.

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[smells-like-mettaton]

69 (nice) alphys and sans

Rating: G Word Count: 933 Prompt: "trying to fall asleep in a too-warm room" Read on AO3: here Notes: sort-of Salphys, prequel fic to Queen-Sized Bed but can be read on its own.

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“Al,” Sans groaned from his spot sprawled on top of the sheets. “This whole sleepover thing was a great idea and all, but you gotta throw me a bone here. My marrow’s gonna dry out if I sweat much more.”

Alphys rolled over, mumbling something he couldn’t hear. She was buried in the blankets, despite the Hotland-like heat of her room. Her snout and the tips of her spikes just barely peeked out from under the covers.

It was pretty adorable, honestly.

“C’mon, you’re not asleep already, are you? I thought we were gonna binge bad TV til your eyes shrivel up. Which they definitely will if it stays this hot in here.”

This time she let out a small snore. Under other circumstances, he might have woken her up. But she’d been pushing herself too hard with all this Queen stuff. Tightening infrastructure, building machines to do the jobs there weren’t enough monsters for, projecting hope and confidence when he knew she just wanted to scream into the abyss. He’d thought a night of bad cartoons would cheer her up, but maybe she just needed a good nap. He could respect that.

Didn’t mean he could sleep in this furnace, though.

He sat up and fumbled for the laptop that had been abandoned at the foot of the bed. Maybe some hilariously awful show could knock him out.

He tapped out Alphys’s password (“MMKC2sux”) and was greeted with her bubbly anime wallpaper. Where did she keep her TV shows? Her desktop was cluttered with folders that had no consistent naming scheme. Most of them seemed to be Alphys talking to herself: “oh my gosh im such a loser,” “this is so embarrasing,” “im going to hell for this,” “spaghetti recipes”...

“Huh.”

Tempting as it was, he wouldn’t pry into her personal files. They weren’t at that stage of… whatever this was between them yet.

Recipes, though? He didn’t think Alphys knew how to cook anything but ramen and miso soup. Spaghetti was… someone else’s forte.

He double clicked the folder and was greeted with files that were definitely not recipes. It was several dozen text documents, labelled with what looked like bad fanfic titles. Maybe “Spaghetti Recipes” was the name of a series?

The first document was titled Cooking With a Killer Robot. Well, a bad MTT-TV fanfic would put him to sleep just as well as a bad human show.

He opened the file, and his eyesockets widened.

It was a warm and sunny day at Papyrus’s house. Light shone through the open windows, which let the savory smell of cooking spaghetti sauce waft into the neighborhood.

Mettaton didn’t have to smell it through the window, though. He was at his boyfriend’s side, following his instructions to blend the tomatoes into a smooth paste.

The laptop slid from off of Sans’s legs. He barely caught it with blue magic before it could crash to the floor.

His eyelights flickered over to Alphys. To his surprise, her eyes were wide open, staring at him in horror over the hem of the blanket.

“Uh.” Sans grinned tightly.

“Whatever you read no you didn’t,” she said quickly.

“It’s not bad,” he said, then winced at how backhanded that compliment sounded. “You, uh. Know how to write good. I mean. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still kind of weird that you were shipping my brother and your robot, but—”

“You read that one?” She bolted upright.

“Would you believe me if I said I thought it was a spaghetti recipe?”

She groaned and pulled the gray comforter up over her head.

“This is a nightmare. I’m going to wake up any minute and this will have never happened.”

“Yep. Definitely. Could you do me a favor and turn off the heater when you do?”

She peeked out just long enough to shoot him a squinting glare.

“So that’s a no on the heater. Cool. Not literally.” He winked.

“Nightmare,” she muttered again before disappearing beneath the blankets.

Oh well. It was worth a shot.

He shifted the computer back on his lap. Alphys’s fanfic still glowed on the screen.

His brother and Mettaton… had they ever met somehow? He knew that Papyrus followed Alphys on UnderNet, but Sans had never been much for networking online. All he did was send his brother bad memes every once in a while.

(Sometimes he still did, even though he knew he’d never get a response.)

Papyrus was definitely a fan of Mettaton’s. If Alphys’s shipping knowledge was to be trusted—which it probably wasn’t—Mettaton could’ve liked Papyrus too.

If they’d ever met. If they hadn’t been dusted and destroyed before they’d had the chance.

“That sauce is looking amazing, Mettaton! Pretty soon you’ll be a master chef just like me and Undyne!”

Mettaton’s robotic face blushed. “You are too sweet, darling. Of course, I could never hope to compare to Undyne’s talent and prestige.”

“Yeah, me neither! She’s the coolest, isn’t she?”

Sans snorted at Alphys’s personal bias seeping through. He had no illusions about her preferences. If Undyne had survived, she would be the one sweating in Alphys’s bed instead of him.

Heh. Wasn’t he lucky?

He distracted himself from the pathetic thoughts by losing himself in the cheesy fanfic. It didn’t matter that Papyrus had never made an edible plate of spaghetti in his life. It didn’t matter that he and Mettaton had probably never met. In those words on the screen, his brother was happy.

The laptop remained open on Sans’s chest when he finally fell asleep.

For once, he didn’t have nightmares.

[jasmehraj]

Timari out-sick au                                               

Marinette came to Gotham heart-broken. Her best friend, her first crush, her partner knows nothing about her. Nothing. Gabriel hit him hard on the head causing him to lose memory of last 4 years. She then punched Gabriel so hard the battle didn't last long. She was there when he woke up.

"Chaton you are awake?"

"Father? .....Who are you? Where is father and mother?"

She ran away from him and packed her bags. She ended up in Gotham. She did some research on Gotham's vigilantes. She was clearly impressed by Red Robin. He is very smart, analyzed every moment, very powerful and definitely handsome. He is her age and she is sure that he is handsome, there's no way he isn't and he is a coffee addict just like her.

In short she had a crush on him. She started going out as Rouge Gorge. Sometimes she shadowed the vigilantes and sometimes she went out alone. She disguised herself with Trixx's illusions. They all could sense her somehow and Red Robin always looks straight to her direction.

That is why she ended up in this situation. She went out a little earlier than usual. The bats had yet to come. She was running on the rooftops alone when she saw him. A completely sleep deprived man with many coffee cups in his hands. He probably wasn't aware of the people following him, probably muggers. She jumped into action as for some reason he turned to an alleyway. She took care of the two muggers. Where did the third one go? She turned to see the man had pinned the mugger. Subconsciously, without thinking, her stupid mouth said,"R..red robin?"

"So you are the shadow following us?"Well shit. He just confirmed it.

He took a coffee cup and chugged down a whole cup! Then he started coughing. Aaah he is falling. She caught him just in time. What should I do? What should I do?

She made the worst decision of her life. She took him to her apartment.

That's her story. Now she is sitting beside her crush who is laying on her bed, still unconscious. She took the cup he drank and smelled it. It smelled like, like BRANDY? What the hell?

That means he drank a whole cup of very strong alcohol even when he had probably never drank it in this much amount ALL HIS LIFE.

He suddenly woke up and asked her for bathroom. She led him quickly and he threw up. He is probably not aware of his surroundings. That is bad. He rinsed his mouth and she took him back to bed. He was very hot like literally very hot. He has high fever, vomiting..-I'll just check the internet. She then took some water and a cloth. She put the wet cloth on his forehead. He woke up an hour later.

"Shadow?"

"No I am not a shadow. I am Marinette."

"So your vigilant name is Marinette. Its very beautiful name." She felt her face heat up.

"No its Rouge Gorge."

"That's very nice too darling."

She huffed, her red cheeks betraying her,"Thank you."

"Its Ok love."

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" He looked like an innocent child. Like he doesn't know anything. Why the hell is he tilting his head at his side. That asshole is smirking.

She groaned,"Calling me these names..?"

"Well darling, are you not the same person who named yourself after me?" Now as if she could get any more red.

"Well that doesn't give a reason to call me those names."

He pretended to think," Well you are beautiful."

She turned away and ran out of there after yelling,"Message your friends, family or something. This conversation is going no where."

When she came back he was sleeping. She sighed in relief. Her cheeks were still red. Maybe taking her drunk crush inside her home wasn't that good idea.

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Tim slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his surroundings. He was in a bed and the room was unfamiliar. When did he get here? He remembers that while going home he was attacked and the shadow? He took a small knife from his inside pocket. He slowly got out of the bed without making a noise. He made his way towards the door where music was playing.

He slowly opened it to reveal a midnight hair girl working with some kind of..........clothes?

"Who are you and where am I?" She was startled and let out a slow 'ouch'. She put her finger in her mouth.

"You don't remember?"

".........No?"

"I am the shadow as you say. Let me finish. I was out when I saw you getting mugged. I went to help you. You told me you are Red Robin.-"

"I told you?"

"I just said Red Robin and you said Oh so you are the shadow. You drank very strong brandy which was in your coffee. How the hell did you manage to get Brandy in a coffee cup."

He groaned and said,"Jasoooooon....."

"So I didn't know where to take you so I took you to my home...... You were drunk. And.....-"

"And-" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well I told you that my name was Rouge Gorge you started flirting with me. I took care of you. Now you can go back wherever you live. You were sleeping from past 16 hours."

She was not looking at him. She was stitching? He leaned closer to see she was stitching MDC on a skirt.

He processed everything. She is MDC who is also the shadow and her name is Rouge Gorge which means, Red Robin. He flirted with her. SHE IS MDC. SHE IS MDC.

Now his whole face was red. This was the most embarrassing thing he had ever been in. He is going to kill Jason for this.

Just then the doorbell rang. That broke her out of her stupor. He was frozen on his place. He heard voices suspiciously like his family and ran to the door.

Dick was squealing,"Timmy got so cute girlfriend. She is so cute."

Jason laughed,"We are not sure that he didn't kidnap her. She is too good for him."

Damian,"Tt Why did you inbeciles dragged me here?"

Cass just said,"I approve."

Stephanie said,"He never mentioned you before, you are so cute and tiny. Speaking of him where is he?"

Poor Marinette was stuck between them as they asked questions after questions. Then their gaze turned to Tim.

"Oh god, where are your bags Tim? How is this possible? How are you not half-dead. You must be magic you got him to sleep."

"Timmy you were with her, for how long?"

"You got a girlfriend replacement? She is too good for you give her to me."

All the voices were mixing with each other.

"What makes you think she is um.. my girlfriend?"

"You messaged us."

He opened his phone and read the Message.

I, Timothy Drake-Wayne the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, am staying with my girlfriend Marinette. Don't you dare to come here.

What could he possibly say. Suddenly he remembered the MDC signature. He looked at her and said,"You are MDC?" pointing at her.

"Umm, yess." Her voice was barely audible.

He took her hand and sat on one knee,"Marry me."

"What we are not even dating."

"Will you go on a date with me?"

"I.... I guess?"

The silence was broken by Dick,"You are MDC."

"You were not dating?"

"Tt you are so dramatic."

"Replacement what is the meaning of this?"

Tim turned to Jason and said,"Thank you Jason."

With that he went out the door,"Be ready till 3 Marinette."

BONUS:

Louis : So how did you two met?

Tim: My brother put brandy in my coffee cup. She took care of me and when I get to know she was my favorite designer and how amazing she is....

Clark: And?

Marinette: He asked me to marry him, I said we are not even dating so he asked me for a date.

Louis :..............................................

Clark:...............................................

Cameraman:.....................................

Batfamily: (Laughing)

Louis: We give you our blessing for your wedding.

Clark: God bless you.

[a-libra-writes]

A Dragon’s Fire - Daenerys x Red Priestess!Reader

heyo! this was requested by an anon who originally wanted an assassin w fire magic, and i compromised w a red priestess who was an assassin but decided not to hurt dany (bc that seems neat!) but ive been in the shit this week so ... i wrote something fluffy instead. I know, im a big fail, lol. I hope yall enjoy it anyway

Summary: Dany has a big gay crush. That’s it, that’s the fic

“Is she everything you hoped for?”

Y/N did not answer the man behind her. She focused on the flames in front of her, dancing in the brazier into familiar shapes. She had seen them for many years. It’s why she was chosen by the priests, and since the red comet fell from the sky, they whispered if she listened close. Here, in the dragon queen’s palace, she could hear the fire inside the dragons. 

The bear knight’s metal armor and annoyed tone was not enough to distract her. Y/N reached her hand into the fire, it shaped into a dragon that sat in her palm. She didn’t feel the fire, but her red silk sleeve was burning. 

Jorah disliked her silence, but he disliked many things about Y/N. When he first saw her fire tricks, he thought they were illusions, but the heat of them said otherwise. Then there was the first time she set upon Drogon…

He suppressed his shiver and set that memory aside. “The khaleesi wants to see you.”

Y/N closed her palm, and the dragon slivered out, flying back into the brazier. The flames glowed blue for just a fraction of a second. She waved her hand over them, and the fire smothered itself. Smoke rose out of the hot coals, but those too began to rapidly cool. 

She wondered if the knight was still unsettled by her magic. Even the khaleesi had moments of awe and uneasiness, although she was fond of watching. Y/N stood, her silk robes gently scraping the marble floor. Jorah was already walking away, and she made no effort to run to catch up to him. She knew where Daenerys was.

The chambers Daenerys set aside for her council was well-lit and had an impressive, engraved table at the center of it. Its legs used to be harpies made of carved marble and ivory, but she had them removed for dragons made of onyx and rubies. Y/N liked the change, and how they glittered in the light. Perhaps she was biased - her own ruby hung around her neck, although it was far larger and smoother than any gemstone Daenerys had seen before.

The girl’s purple eyes lit up as Y/N entered the room. Y/N couldn’t help but return the sentiment, giving her khaleesi a smile. She was pleased there was no one else in the council room. “You wished to see me, khaleesi?”

“Yes. Jorah, you may leave us.”

Jorah didn’t protest, but he did shoot Y/N a look before he left the room and closed the doors. Y/N noticed there were no Unsullied in the chambers, either.

“I talked to him about what he said the other day,” Daenerys said after a moment of silence. “Ser Barristan, as well. They don’t … In the Seven Kingdoms, your sort of magic is seen as a dream. Unreal.”

“As unreal as dragons?” Y/N tilted her head, and Daenerys tried not to focus on how her hair slid across her bare shoulders. When Y/N first entered her service, she wore modest robes that covered nearly every inch of her. Since then she had adopted a more elegant, free style, at Daenerys’ subtle suggestion. She was pleased with the result. 

Daenerys set her thoughts straight. “True. The reason I called you here was to locate Rhaegal. I haven’t seen him flying overhead in some time.”

“Nor have I.” Y/N touched the ruby that dangled by her collarbone. It was held with a simple gold chain, and anyone could have missed the way it seemed to flicker. It could have been a trick of the light, but Dany knew otherwise. “Would you like me to find him?”

Of course Y/N knew how to do that. She knew how to start and stop fire, how to dream about it, how to see into it. It was only logic that she could find it. She once told Daenerys that the dragons were beings of fire, swirling and living heat. She looked at them like …

… Well, not how others looked at them. It was hard to puzzle out Y/N’s expressions and thoughts. You could ask her something directly, and she’d have some sort of strange answer, or she’d just stay quiet. Daenerys could tell when Y/N was thinking something over, at least. Her pretty eyes would lower, and she’d touch that ruby - was it hot to the touch? It seemed like it - and she would be gone. Sometimes she stayed very still for hours, staring into fire, or staring into nothing.

But she’d always have an answer eventually.

Daenerys’ knights warned against Y/N’s counsel, telling her not to listen too closely to the words of a strange woman of a strange religion. Even Missandei had commented on the followers of Rhllor’s intent to convert King Robert and other places, and the strange magics they could possess. They warned her as if she did not know how to think for herself.

It upset her, but Y/N took such words in stride. She often seemed to know what others thought and said about her, and she did little to stop it. Missandei had warmed to her, Ser Barristan did not think she was any real threat, but Ser Jorah remained unconvinced and wary. Grey Worm did not like talk of magic or priests, but he had no real ill thought of Y/N, and Daario liked to ask her all sorts of ridiculous questions for his own amusement. 

“I have found him, khaleesi.”

Daenerys couldn’t believe her thoughts had drifted again. Y/N often had that effect on her. “Where? Can we ride to him?”

“We could. He is in no danger, he is simply occupied with…” A soft smile came to Y/N’s red lips. “Something he has not seen before. That’s why he’s been away.”

“What could possibly interest him for that long? He’s been gone for days.”

“Shall we find out, your grace?”

Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah would warm her against this, ask her to take one of them or the Unsullied on the trip. Grey Worm would ask to escort them, Missandei would worry and send guards after them anyway. Daario would want to come along. Daenerys looked to the open, blue sky. There was still plenty of sun left.

“Let’s be quick,” She said, already giddy even if they hadn’t stepped a foot outside of the palace yet. “Missandei will keep them busy. Do you want to share my horse?”

Y/N was not an adept rider, but she still said, “That is alright, khaleesi. I can ride my own.”

Daenerys tried not to feel disappointed.

The danger outside the protective walls of Meereen was real, but Daenerys comforted herself with the fact that Drogon and Viserion often flew about these hills, and no one had seen them leave. Y/N said it would not take long, that they’d return toward the end of sunset.

Why do I keep believing her? Daenerys asked herself. She glanced aside, watching the woman reposition her reins. Her normally serene facade was broken everytime she rode a horse. She was not afraid of the creatures, but she had only recently learned to ride, and the beasts weren’t always fond of her.

“If you keep moving like that, you’ll make him nervous,” Daenerys said. “There’s no need to clutch the reins so tightly, either.”

Y/N nodded, and tried to relax her posture. Luckily, she picked an agreeable horse. Daenerys recalled the saddle sores and aches she received when she learned to ride. Her handmaidens gave her a balm to ease the pain. Maybe she could find that for Y/N.

I’ll ask someone to deliver it to her. I couldn’t give it to her myself - no, who says I can’t? But what would she think…

It was hard to tell exactly what Y/N was thinking, but sometimes she slipped, like now. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she righted her posture, and once she was satisfied with it, she kept glancing down at the ground, or at the horse’s ears. Y/N pet his soft neck, then slowly reached up to scratch between his ears. She jerked her hand back as her horse shook his head and made an annoyed sound.

“He didn’t like that,” Daenerys laughed, and it was adorable how Y/N gently laughed, too. She was usually so subdued, so quiet, so … what Daenerys used to be. 

“But his ears are so cute,” Y/N went back to petting his neck, which he much preferred. “Doesn’t it make you think of a cat.”

“No, not at all.” 

“Not even a little? There were some strays I’d feed at the temple. Their ears would twitch when I came by. They could smell the food in my pockets.”

Sometimes Y/N would speak of the temple she grew up in, or the other Free Cities she had travelled to, the friends she had known. Perhaps if she showed this side to the others, they would trust her more, but Daenerys was happy to have it to herself. 

The grass thinned and made way for rocky hills and in the distance, orange and yellow canyons. The sun was beginning its descent, and soon the sky would match those oranges and yellows. Y/N stopped her horse. 

“We can walk from here. Do you hear him?”

Daenerys stopped her own horse and listened. There was the slightest breeze, some distant bird calling, the sound of her horse’s nicker and … 

She shook her head. “If he’s close, we would have heard him by now.”

Y/N dismounted with some inelegance, but she fixed her clothes and just smiled. “Maybe you will when we get closer.”

They tied the horses to one of the few trees in the dry area, and Daenerys followed Y/N’s lead. 

It could be a trap. She could have men waiting there, or there could have been someone following us …

The thought was fleeting, and Daenerys fell in beside her. They both changed to more practical clothing, but Y/N still had a shimmering red cloak tied around her shoulders. As they walked, Daenerys began to hear something strange. It was faint, but as they came closer…

“Water?” She looked at Y/N.

Y/N’s sweet lips curled upward. She often smelled of smoke and spice, and Daenerys wondered if she tasted that way, too. 

They came to the edge of a small canyon, which could be better described as a deep ravine. Water glistened at the bottom of it, and more importantly, the deep green scales of her dear Rhaegal. He lifted his wings high and water spilled on his back.

“What is he doing?” Daenerys asked, but she was answered just a moment later. Water spewed up from the ground in a huge geyser, all at once, and Rhaegal happily opened his mouth and snapped at it. The water fell in thick droplets all around the dragon, the ravine and the two of them.

Y/N pulled her red hood over her head. Daenerys wiped her brow. “You didn’t tell me to pack a hood.”

“Apologies, khaleesi.” Y/N giggled. She peered downward. “If we’re steady, we can walk down to him.”

Rhaegal’s long tail lazily swung back and forth in the water. He was resting, and it only submerged his arms and legs, but he was content. Daenerys noticed all the charred bones scattered around the ravine. She wondered how much was in the water. Her feet found stability, and she carefully followed a natural, steadying path downward. Y/N was just ahead, although she wasn’t as confident in her descent.

They came to a small landing and had to stop there. The rest of the way was simply too steep. Rhaegal seemed to just notice them then, and Daenerys’ heart swelled as her child lifted his head and gazed at her with his sharp eyes. They weren’t merely brown, but bronze, with all the steadiness and strength that metal held. She touched his nose and muzzle, marvelling at how much he had grown. 

His eyes quickly flashed toward Y/N, and Daenerys felt his growl vibrate underneath her hand. She frowned and quickly said, “No.”

She remembered Y/N’s first encounter with Drogon. That was also the day she had taken the strange, beautiful priestess into her court.

Just like with Drogon, Y/N showed no fear. She stepped forward, but she didn’t make an attempt to touch the dragon. She lowered her hood, and Rhaegal’s long, black pupil tightened.

Daenerys felt the heat of his breath as he snorted through his nose. She tensed, forcing herself to stay calm as she repeated her order. “No.”

The geyser blew again, and Daenerys didn’t flinch. Rhaegal watched it rise in the air, then pulled away from his mother to open his jaws at the water again. His black teeth glittered in the setting sun.

Daenerys looked to Y/N. The priestess was so calm and steady, so unaffected … except Dany caught how her shoulders sagged in relief.

“He isn’t like Drogon,” Daenerys said, remembering that day. “He wouldn’t have hurt you.”

Y/N replied simply. “Drogon did not hurt me.” 

Had you been any other woman, he would have killed you. Except ... 

It took days for the servants to remove the char marks on the marble, and some of the melted pillars were still being repaired. Daenerys was half tempted to leave them like that, as a warning to any potential enemies, but it was unsettling to think it may have been Y/N that was burned away.

Except, she didn’t. Her red robes and long hair did, but her necklace and body remained unharmed. Daenerys and her court watched as the fire arced around her, singing away everything but skin and metal, and that ruby she never removed. Y/N looked Drogon straight in the eyes, even as they were obscured by his fire. 

His temper always was the worst. She had done nothing but approach Daenerys too quickly. Jorah was the one who pulled her back behind one of the pillars, and Daenerys remembered how the heat licked her arms as it tried to reach around the marble. Daario had pulled Missandei to cover behind the other pillar. 

Drogon almost never came to the palace, he always wanted to be in the sky, yet he came down on that day. And when the fire cleared and the floor was charred black except for a small circle … He stood back, and Y/N still looked at him. She only trembled slightly. 

She isn’t any other woman.

The geyser blew again, and rained down upon them. The water’s heat didn’t bother her, but all the dust from the ride was stuck to her skin, and the water didn’t clean it off. She had dust in her hair, too, and probably some stray pieces of grass. 

She smiled. It had been some time since she was properly dirty after a ride, and she looked forward to a perfumed bath and brushing her hair when she got back. Daenerys glanced to Y/N, who was occupied with watching Rhaegal. She also had dirt on her cheeks and neck, and some in her hair, and maybe if she wanted a bath afterward, too…

Daenerys reached forward and tried to rub some of the dirt off her cheeks. It didn’t work, but Y/N’s pretty eyes went wide. She didn’t pull away. “Khaleesi?”

Daenerys stepped forward, gently moving her palm so she had Y/N’s whole cheek. Just as she thought - as she dreamed? - the priestess’ skin was flushed and warmer than anyone she’d touched before. 

“You can say my name,” Daenerys said. She tried to tease, but her beating heart and their closeness made her breath catch. She thought Y/N was wearing color on her lips, but perhaps they just always looked like that? 

“Daenerys.” Y/N tried it out, and the dragon queen felt like a girl again, feeling her heart soar at hearing her name on those lips. She leaned in, bringing Y/N closer to her. Their foreheads brushed, and the warmth between them turned to heat.

A piercing roar broke through the sky, and cut straight between them. Daenerys recognized the sound at once, and it distracted her as Y/N jumped away. The woman’s cheeks were as red as her cloak.

Above them, Viserion broke through the clouds and bellowed down at his brother. The first cry was for Daenerys, and the second was probably a command for Rhaegal to move aside. The green dragon made room for his brother, and the water reached the top of the ravine as Viserion splashed straight into it. Y/N pulled Daenerys back before the muddy water could splash all over them.

Daenerys was far too overheated and flustered, and the sight of her children amusing themselves only gave her a little relief. At least Rhaegal was alright. 

Y/N had pulled her hood back down, and it was a shame. At least her lips were still visible through the shadow, although looking wasn’t as good as tasting.

“We’ve been gone for a long time. Let’s ride back.” Daenerys led the way out of the ravine. Y/N said nothing until they were back to the horses, who were understandably spooked from the dragon that flew overhead not fifteen minutes ago. Y/N held her horse’s reins and tried to soothe it, and Daenerys helped, touching the priestess’ hands perhaps more than was needed. 

Y/N didn’t pull away, and that gave Daenerys the courage to kiss her cheek. The soft dyed linen brushed her own cheek, and she caught a whiff of perfume.

The priestess giggled, and it was a better relief than the breeze that was slowly blowing across the hills. “Please, Daenerys. I’m covered in dust.”

“I am, too. Let’s wash up when we ride back - together?”

She caught Y/N’s bright eyes under the hood, and they sparkled as she blushed and tugged the hood further down. “Yes, that would be lovely.”

So it was decided. By the time they reached the gates of Meereen and entered the Great Pyramid, Y/N had dropped her hood and her easy, serene face had returned. She disregarded the suspicious looks, she gave an easy nod to Missandei, who returned a tentative smile. As far as anyone knew, Y/N’s mind was wrapped in her usual visions and prayers.

Until Daenerys brushed her dirty hair aside and smiled at her, then Y/N’s cheeks blushed and her eyes widened in that adorable way. She let the khaleesi take her hand, entwine their fingers, and guide her to the great baths. Y/N’s red cloak fluttered behind her, drawing attention to them. Some Unsullied guards probably saw, and surely others, but Daenerys didn’t care. 

She’s like fire, and I am a dragon - how could she bring any harm to me?

[lunartearrose]

hello. bestie. info about this fantasy au WHEN 👀👀👀👀👀

Aaa I can give you some right now!!!! For some reason this au comes to me whenever im working so thats why its art is all on stickynotes audjskjsj

BUT ANYWAYS uh. No better way to say this but it all started out with a modded skyrim character creator that i made skull in! I thought it was cool and going thru both main q and whatever stupid civil war to skip the broken seasons unending quest is annoyin but fun was had for maybe some hours

But! I had to make skull twice due to the first skull files getting corrupted. So that has a piece to it

But anyways context over and now this au has been in my brain with only vague skrim assets because i fucking hate that that civil war has anything to do with anything of the main questline it can FUCK. Right off

Basic storyline premise my brain had! We start out with a currently human vintage caught between a mysteriously similar civil war :) he's chosen neither side but since his home was destroyed by the stupid shit idiot war he's basically gotten really good at pissing off both sides. Sometimes he gets caught! And the good-ish soldiers will see that he is you know a still kinda baby-side teen full of anger and try to lrt him go with a talking to. But his worst encounter would be when the angy soldiers catch him and beat him up, which just deepens his hatred. And one time someone really messed him up bad!

He ends up limping away into an enchanted forest and drawn by a really good smell, he passes out just in front of this really beautiful lilac tree that was in a clearing like "ok this is a nice tree to die by. Peaceful" but ofc he didnt die. He just woke up to a nymph of the tree he chose taking him up to the center of the tree. And that's how he befriends Skull, he's recovering with him and keeps mumbling about how nice the smell is while skull both cares for him and looks around for his potion savvy friend. Once vin is healed up by aviators he realizes pretty quick that this forest is very much between the war path and figures it's highly appropriate to set traps all over!!! But ofc giving avi and skull very specific instructions on how to avoid the things he sets. He also makes good pals with omega in the town nearby bc she helps at an institude and she's been sneaking him into their library to read up on nymphs and share his own notes in return. Shes like you're my little brother and hes like fuck u (but also thank you sorry) and he gets to discover he has a high affinity for magic despite being human. Weird! Anyways now that he has a place of study he can figure out how to teach skull weapons.

But all is not peaceful for long, bc some old shitty wizard trails this knowledgeable little jerkwad, because variant nymphs are rare! And as the guy comes out of the bushes and pisses vintage off by treating skull like a specimen and taking out a pair of scissors like, "i wonder if its really true that you can take memories of one by severing branches from its tree:)" Vintage basically attacks the guy! Because no taking Skull's memories! And skull helps of course bc friend, but unfortunately this guy is very strong and seasoned. So when vintage almost gets a good life ending hit, the wizard wounds him heavily (resulting in an x-shaped scar deep on his face that got him bad in one eye) and opens a portal to basically hell! Vin is gonna fall in but skull makes the effort to try and use the roots of his tree to pull him out. But knowing he can get sucked in too, vintage just makes a promise to get out somehow and come back, sealing it by giving the gift of a small ring he was saving. Unknown to him once he falls and portal closes, skull definitely makes the wizard into plant food! But on the floor of this hellscape, vintage finds himself with some flowers and seeds that had fallen from the tree, a tail, and a new nubby pair of horms and wings. But despite this, he gets up, gathers the seeds, and thinking back on his affinity for magic, he decides he will grow the lilacs while he figures out an escape, all the while being reminded of skull every time he looks at the stuff. It takes some years, and some demons also looking for an escape love his tree and his story (mainly double who helped persuade spirits into protecting the tree and gave vin tips on horn and wing upkeep) but eventually vin has his break when he hears omega call and together they pry open a portal out of there. He's pulled along by a red sole (very excited feral magician) and now he and double are finally out. Double introduces himself while vintage, with magical hell-lilacs tied around tail, disguises his demon features and runs off to find skull.

Only to find the entire forest burned down. He's in shock for some time, wanting to know how and why. One of the last things he saw was a killing blow from skull, it couldn't have been that wizard- but then he spots a soldier's settlement nearby. Hidden amongst charred trees. They chatted merrily, loading up gathered game, and when he asked, they told him the forest was another victim of their pointless war. It wasn't even a turning point, and one of them even laughed and said they'd get "the bad guys" next time.

When the sick of this, much older teen, gets angry enough that his horn-hiding illusion falls, they all quite suddenly realize they've majorly screwed up. And vintage figures out that he has a taste for souls. Red finds him again after though with a gift, a calm pet and a gentle informing that he should be able to visit his hell lilac tree anytime he wants at least. A nice gift, but vintage is too angry at the moment to appreciate it and decides that hes ending the war himself by killing every single person directly involved with it! At times the armies had tried to work together to stop him, but with the power to morph melificent style into a dragon is a pretty solid way to make sure you're just wasting lives, and people figure out pretty quick it's the commanders he wants. Those are sacrificed, but now you just have a very powerful demon with nowhere to place his still burning grief that's very very hard to approach! But word gets around as it does and a blue group of adventurers take up the task of calming the demon and dealing with his haywire magic and deliver a hard truth - that he might have to move on with the friends he made along the way. Post fight, the vampire cruising with blue team scoops vin with some tlc plans and asks that blue team to locate the friends vintage had, and maybe even look into his older friends. And once vintage is awake in a rather cleanly and impressive vampire mansion, he's given news that emperor had heard of a wood elf taking care of a rather flowerless and purple nymph, working with a lot more potions than usual. One can't even begin to describe how relieved Vintage is by this info that his first friend, at the very least, is still alive. It may just take time to get to him with post-magic owchies and all, so emperor decides to send out a nice and classy letter to those friends he had found, inviting them over.

Oh and the only reason skull miraculously survived the warring and forest fire is definitely becausee of the lilac tree currently sitting pretty in hell

SO UH YEAH THATS MY PLOT SO FAR FOR THIS FANTASY AU YEAH VERY WILD I HATE CIVIL WAR QUESTS FUCK CIVIL WAR QUESTS