#lissa makes things

[orangechickenpillow]

Me, as a writer: My readers:

[sieglinde-freud]

started another file and got two really terrible pairs of siblings. arent they pretty :)

BONUS I MARRIED ONE OF EM I LOVE U FOREVER PINKNIGO 🫶🩷

[raayllum]

random thought, but do you think Lissa ever did dark magic?

No. I think Lissa perhaps admired some of the beauty of Viren's tricks and his intelligence that allowed him to do dark magic (he would absolutely so small spells to charm her, like making flowers bloom and stuff) but I don't think she ever actually knew much about dark magic in depth or cared to know. That is, until, Viren crossed some sort of moral horizon line she couldn't justify even though it saved her child's life, which makes me think Lissa was always too morally rigid to engage much with dark magic, and what held her and Viren in place about it before their divorce was her decided disinterest (and therefore lack of knowledge) towards it. Hence why it all feel apart when push came to shove and dark magic was taken to its natural, horrible conclusion

[moe-broey]

GIRL......................... suspension of disbelief I know but.

Obviously you can pick out a BUNCH of the dragons as that Is an ongoing trope (dragons aging differently than humans, so they can look younger than they "actually are") (also while I did try to avoid including them to make them more comparable to Nino, I think Flayn can fit in either category for the purposes of The Context -- esp cause her dragon blood is meant to be secret)

Not only do we have Heroes skewing younger (a lot fitting into another trope of What If There Was A Baby Sister) we also have Baby Banner. Where the whole point is they are baby.

LIKE....... maybe I'm speaking way too soon and maybe the whole point IS this will backfire LMFAO, but it IS absurd to be presented with her art (which, def still looks youthful!) and having her say yeah I can pass as a kidnapped child. Which COULD be true! But also what do you mean no one is going to know you're a part of the Heroes. Why is no one fighting her on this. Not even including the dragons there are like a handful of Heroes who fit into her exact vibe. Some even MORE baby than her.

[caterpillarinacave]

Who needs a GPS when you’ve got a Frederick

[pepprs]

beaver gnawing on wood noises

[kradogsrats]

Del Bar Headcanons

I think about Del Bar a lot because of Lissa, and for some reason I have been having all of the Lissa feelings at once, so just a few things for fun:

Del Barian society is highly individualistic--values and prestige are centered around an individual person's rights and deeds, rather than collective needs and contributions to a group. Del Barians pride themselves on self-sufficiency in even the most dire straits, each individual providing for themself and their family at all costs. They are also highly competitive, seeking from childhood to distinguish themselves with skill or accomplishments. A lot of faith is put in meritocracy.

The emphasis on independence and self-sufficiency gives Del Barians a complicated relationship with debt and receiving aid--there are a lot of intricate social rituals surrounding honor and gift-giving with regard to the relative social status of each party. It is acceptable to receive gifts or aid from someone of higher status, but not from someone of equal status without returning something of equal or greater value. Accepting aid or gifts from someone of lower status is considered shameful, as is asking for aid from anyone (with some oddly specific exceptions). Since Del Barian social status is both malleable and occasionally subjective, this gets very complicated, very quickly.

Hospitality, however, is sacred. To not provide for a guest would be an abomination, and to refuse the provisions of your host is a profane insult. There are a lot of Del Barian stories about the grief that comes to those who fail to offer or refuse to accept hospitality.

Del Bar has no structured military--instead it operates on a wide-reaching system of reserves, with every pledged warrior expected to present themself, armed and armored, at the ruler's call. Predictably, this makes for a fairly disorganized force, but they make up for it with individual skill and enthusiasm. A warrior's pledge to fight for the king or queen is voided and renewed with each new ruler, and confers moderate benefits (social status and tax breaks, mostly).

The Del Barian monarchy is not hereditary--instead, the death or abdication of a ruler is followed by the Gladiatorial Moot, a series of grand melee tournaments, the winner of which takes the crown. The intent of the tradition is an equal opportunity for meritocratic rise, but in practice a lot of mercenary politics goes on behind the scenes, with candidates swapping future favors for alliances of support during the fighting. There are, of course, a plethora of stories about untried youths from humble origins prevailing against wicked, cheating schemers to become legendary kings and queens, but actual cheating is basically unheard of.

The reputation of their warriors means Del Bar is often viewed by foreigners as having an exclusively martial culture, but the arts are considered equally important and prestigious as fighting skill. Music and poetry are as integral to Del Barian culture as sword and axe--in fact, tradition dictates that by adulthood, every Del Barian should be proficient with at least one weapon and one instrument. Exquisite craftsmanship and artistry is prized in all spheres, from the ornate carvings omnipresent on both the inside and out of Del Barian structures to each weapon and armor piece produced by a smith being a completely unique work of art.

Class division in Del Bar is more regional than it is economic or social. Broadly, Del Barians are grouped into several distinct micro-societies: the mountain people, the valley people, and a rising third class generally referred to as the city people (derogatory).

The mountain people live in the rough, mountainous regions, primarily as hunters and trappers. They are harsh, solitary, and conservative in their traditions, but highly respected because of the sacred nature of the mountains they have mastered. The ruler of Del Bar, regardless of origin, is considered an honorary person of the mountains.

The valley people are the majority of Del Barians, living in the broad, forested lowlands north of the mountain range. They occupy a broad variety of walks of life--farmers, miners and lumberers, artisans of all kinds, poets and musicians, and local merchants. Sailors and sea fishers are also generally lumped in with valley people, but consider themselves distinct. Valley people are still very culturally Del Barian and hold themselves aloof from the the melting pot of the borders and cities.

The city people are a loose and diverse group born from the urbanization of Serpentongue and the border regions (and, to an extent, Hinterpeak, in that mountain people consider its residents barely Del Barian at all). Composed of basically anyone considered to have been exposed to too much cultural influence from foreigners, they are frequently import/export merchants, more liberal artists and scholars, and general misfits. They are regarded with mild disdain by valley people who lean conservative and utter contempt by the mountain people. However, they consider themselves to be as Del Barian as anyone else, and an important part of Del Bar's future in an increasingly interconnected Pentarchy. (Lissa would be considered a city person.)

Del Barian society produces few mages, due to a combination of its general distance from Xadia, its cultural emphasis on physical combat, and a long folkloric tradition of tales about wicked mages and the dangers of magic. Interestingly, this means that most of the Dark magic in Del Bar is concentrated among the mountain people, whose solitary wild-mages jealously guard their access to the remaining rare magical reagents in remote, untouched forests and caves.

Primary exports are: lumber (mostly to Neolandia), furs, silver, luxury crafts

[geroya]

um IDK HEHE

[pegasusknightsonly]

something ive been thinking abt on and off for the better part of a decade is a gameplay mod for fe:a that gives *everyone* a limited support pool but still kind of functions enough to get all of the kids in most playthroughs. i think for this to work same sex s supports need to be enabled (which is not super helpful for any guy who isn't chrom, i get that) buuuutt i kept most of the in game matchups i really like AND i got nearly 100% galeforce coverage for the kids [100% gay too with chrom/gaius, sully/sumia, lissa/nowi, maribelle/cherche, cordelia/tharja, panne/olivia and f!robin/miriel)

anyway. this was a fun little thought exercise! i might try to do my next playthrough with these constraints and see how far i get

[convxction]

"I am the man who I am now because of my big sister--because of Emmeryn." Thank you ...

[completeoveranalysis]

Apologies for that! I don’t really have the knowledge to code that appropriately, but for mobile I do have some key links in the Pinned Post that shows up at the top of the blog that I use myself quite often. If there’s a series or anything else you’d like linked there, just let me know and I’ll add it in. 

[celestialowlryx]

Love and loss are two sides of the same coin. Love brings us purpose, joy and life itself. Yet because we love, we also open ourselves up to the immense pain and grief that comes with loss. This motif talks about the feelings and emotions people share towards each other, and also about the catastrophe that may come from this powerful affection. Without love, loss wouldn’t hurt, and without loss, love wouldn’t be as strong. They make each other more powerful. And to experience one, you need to experience the other.

[sarasade]

more TDP Modern Human!AU posting.

-I SKETCHED THIS BEFORE S6 GOT RELEASED! Viren and Lissa are just normal sort of divorced, not like, abuse allegory divorced and thus are still in speaking terms. I'm glad I headcanoned Lissa being really thicc though. I always used to think that she was a really skinny stick figure sort of person when she was young and, naturally, having two kids does things to your bod (makes you a hot MILF).

-Claudia would be the little trouble maker of the family and Viren and Lissa fight over the stupid shit she pulls. Viren naturally takes Claudia's side every time 'cause she's daddy's special little girl.

-Aaravos is slightly more masc here compared to the previous human design. I don't know what happened there. Which one do you prefer?

-Sorvus meet cute!!1 idk Soren fanservice for Soren fans as well?

[schemmentigfs]

Proving You’re a Good Girl

Summary: Melissa discreetly pulls you in for a quickie in Janine and Gregory’s bathroom during a party, thinking she won’t be interrupted while she fucks you senselessly.

Warnings: daddy kink, choking, innocent r! and horny mel, humiliation kink, blowjobs, age gap. (reader is on her 20s and mel is on her 40s.)

tags 🤍: @lisaannwaltersbra

You had no idea how you ended up in this unexpected situation. One minute, you were sitting around the dinner table with the rest of the crew, laughing at one of Mr. Johnson’s strange conspiracy theories, and the next, you found yourself pinned against the wall of Janine and Gregory’s bathroom, Melissa’s body pressing into yours with an intensity that made your mind spin.

The older woman had been acting strange all night—touching you more than usual, her hand constantly on your thigh under the table, fingers brushing dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. But it wasn’t until she dragged you into the bathroom with a devilish look in her eyes that you realized something was different. Her movements were more forceful, more desperate, like she’d been waiting all night to get her hands on you.

“Why... why are we in here?” you stammered, your voice a soft, shaky whisper as your back hit the wall. The way she looked at you made your heart race—predatory, hungry, like you were her prey.

Melissa didn’t answer right away. Instead, her hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to her as her lips crashed against yours in a kiss that took your breath away. You whimpered into her mouth, confused but aroused, your body betraying your innocence as heat spread through you.

“Babe,” you gasped when she pulled away, your eyes wide with confusion. “Why are we in here? What’s going on?! Everyone is outside!”

Her smirk was dangerous, filled with wicked intent. She pushed you harder against the wall, one hand traveling up your thigh, lifting your skirt as her other hand cupped your cheek. “Why do you think, sweetheart?”

“I… I don’t know?” Your voice was barely a whisper, and Melissa’s expression sent shivers down your spine.

Her hand moved higher, teasing the edge of your panties as her body pressed tighter against yours, the hard bulge of her strap-on rubbing against your stomach. You frowned, confused.

“Lissa, what… what is that?” your hand brushed against the hard shape beneath her pants, and your face flushed in confusion. “Were you wearing that all night? Since we got here five hours ago?!”

The innocence in your voice seemed to make something snap in her, her eyes darkening with lust and amusement. “You’re so fucking clueless, aren’t you?” she growled, her hand slipping between your legs to cup your soaked pussy through your panties, making you gasp.

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond. You were used to Melissa being really rough and fucking you like a wild animal, but there was something more feral about her tonight, something that had your heart racing with both fear and excitement.

“Why… why were you wearing it?” you asked again, your voice trembling as she squeezed your ass, pulling you closer to grind against her cock.

“What do you think?” she hissed, her lips grazing your ear as she spoke. “I’ve been waiting all night to fuck you with it.”

You blinked up at her, still confused but feeling your arousal grow with every word. “But… why wear it all night?”

Melissa chuckled darkly, her cold hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you whine. “Because, baby, I knew I’d end up inside you before the night was over. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

Her words made your pulse quicken, your thighs clenching together as a rush of heat spread through your core. “M-Melissa…” you whimpered, but she cut you off by tightening her grip on your throat.

“Shh… Don’t talk, sweet thing. Just let Daddy take care of you.”

The use of the powerful title always made your head spin, and tonight was no exception. You whimpered softly, your body already betraying your confusion as it reacted to her touch, the heat between your legs growing unbearable.

Melissa’s eyes gleamed as she watched you squirm beneath her. “You like that, don’t you?”

You bit your lip, nodding softly, your cheeks burning with both embarrassment and arousal. Melissa’s smirk widened at your submission, her hand trailing down your body to tug your panties aside. You gasped as her fingers found your slick folds, teasing you just enough to make you whimper.

“You’re so damn wet for me already,” she purred, slipping one finger inside you, her thumb circling your clit. “You’ve been dripping for me all night, haven’t you, babygirl?”

You shook your head, the confusion still swirling in your mind, but your body’s response told a different story. The truth was, you had been craving her touch since dinner, the way her fingers had brushed against your skin under the table, the possessive glances she threw your way. But you never expected her to act on it like this.

“I…,” you whispered, your voice trembling as she added another finger, stretching you just enough to make you gasp. “Am I?“

Melissa’s laugh was dark and filled the entire space. “You never know nothin’, do you? That’s what makes you so fucking perfect for me.”

Her fingers pumped in and out of you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her thumb pressing against your clit with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. Your head fell back against the wall as the pleasure built inside you, your body trembling with the need to come.

But just as you were about to reach the edge, the older woman pulled her fingers out, leaving you aching and desperate for more. You whimpered in frustration, but before you could protest, she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Don’t you fucking whine,” she growled, her grip on your throat tightening again. “You’re gonna do something for me first.”

You blinked, confused and dazed from the sudden loss of pleasure. “Wh-what?”

Melissa’s eyes darkened as she unzipped her pants, pulling out the strap-on that had been teasing you all night. The thick, black length made your heart race, and you felt a flush spread across your cheeks as you realized what she wanted.

“Suck it,” she ordered, her deep voice rough and commanding.

Your eyes widened, and you hesitated for a moment, unsure. “But… it’s not...It’s just silicone,” you pointed out, your confusion only growing.

It wasn’t the first time she had taken you like this, but it was the first time with the strap. She had never worn one before, and it had you completely thrown off. Usually, when Melissa fucked you, she’d eat you out, press her thigh between your legs or use her fingers to push you to the edge, her hands commanding and rough, but still so intimate. She always had control over you with just her touch, her mouth whispering filthy things in your ear, making you melt under her like you were made for her pleasure.

You remembered how she used to pin you down on the bed, her fingers teasing your entrance, making you beg for her to push them inside.

Melissa never rushed. She liked to take her time, torturing you with slow, deliberate movements, watching you writhe beneath her. Her fingers knew exactly where to touch, how deep to go, curling just right until your body was shaking with need. She’d hover above you, her lips brushing against yours, whispering. “You like that, baby? Daddy’s fingers feel good inside you, don’t they?” And when you were on the brink, she’d hold you there, making you beg for release before finally letting you fall apart in her arms.

But this, the strap… it was different. Melissa had never needed anything else to dominate you. Her fingers, her hands, the way she knew every inch of your body—she could unravel you in seconds. Yet, here she was, wearing this, something you didn’t quite understand.

Her laugh was low and dangerous as she gripped your chin harder, forcing you down onto your knees in front of her. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s a real dick or not. You’re gonna suck it like it is. Got that?”

You nodded quickly, swallowing hard as you looked up at her. Green eyes were filled with lust, and the way she towered over you, her hand still gripping your neck, made you feel completely at her mercy. You parted your lips, unsure of how to start, but before you could figure it out, Melissa’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head forward until your mouth wrapped around the tip of the cock.

“Good girl,” she purred, her hips pushing forward slightly as you took more of it into your mouth. “Suck it, honey. I want you to get it nice and wet for me.”

You did as she said, your tongue swirling around the thick length as you sucked it deeper into your mouth. The taste of the silicone was strange, but the weight of it, the way your girlfriend whined softly above you as you bobbed your head up and down, made your arousal spike even higher.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Melissa groaned, her grip on your hair tightening as she started to thrust her hips forward, fucking your mouth with a slow, steady rhythm. “Taking Daddy’s dick so well.”

You whimpered around the strap, your hands gripping her thighs to steady yourself as she fucked your mouth. The sound of her moans, the roughness of her grip on your hair, made your pussy throb with need, and you squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some kind of relief.

“Keep sucking, baby,” she growled, her thrusts becoming harder, more forceful. “Daddy’s gonna fuck your tight cunt so hard when I’m done with you.”

Your body trembled at her words, and you tried your best to keep up with her pace, your mouth stretching wide around the thick length as she used you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t care. The way she controlled you, the way she dominated you so completely, had you aching for more.

After a few more thrusts, Melissa pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to the tip of the strap. You gasped for air, your lips swollen and slick with spit as you looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes.

“Get up,” she ordered. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You scrambled to your feet, your legs shaky from the intensity of it all. Melissa grabbed your hips, spinning you around so that your chest pressed against the bathroom counter. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes wide with lust. She stood behind you, her eyes dark and predatory as she positioned herself between your legs.

Without warning, she pushed inside you, the thick length stretching you so suddenly that you cried out, your hands gripping the edge of the sink for support.

“Fuck,” Melissa groaned as she buried herself inside you, her hands gripping your hips tightly. “This pussy is so fucking tight.”

You whimpered at the sudden fullness, your body trembling as you tried to adjust to the size of the strap inside you. Melissa didn’t give you much time to recover before she started to move, her thrusts slow but deep, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“God, you take me so well,” the Italian redhead growled, her voice thick with lust. Her hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as she picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, her hips slamming into yours with every movement. “Look at you, taking Daddy’s cock like the good girl you are.”

You moaned loudly, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as you tried to keep yourself steady. The pressure inside you was new and overwhelming, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, but Melissa wasn’t done. Her hand snaked up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat again, choking you.

“Melissa—” you put your shaky hand on top of hers. “Not so tight. Please..”

“You like that, don’t you?” she hissed into your ear, her breath hot against your neck as she fucked you harder. “You like it when I choke you, when I make you mine.”

You couldn’t even form words anymore, your mind too foggy with pleasure to respond. All you could do was moan, your hips grinding back against her as she pounded into you relentlessly. Her hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make your vision blur, and the pressure made your entire body tremble with need.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Melissa groaned, her free hand gripping your ass as she slammed into you, her hips moving with a force that made your knees buckle. “Taking me so fucking well.”

You whimpered, your body shaking as the pleasure built to an unbearable level. Melissa’s hand on your throat tightened again, her thrusts becoming even more brutal, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, so close to falling apart.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” she growled. “You gonna come all over Daddy’s cock and leave a mess with your cum so anyone who walks in later will see your pretty juice marked on the rug?”

Your body responded before your brain could catch up, your orgasm crashing over you with an intensity that made you scream. Your legs trembled, your vision went white, and the only thing keeping you upright was Melissa’s hand on your throat, her grip grounding you as you fell apart around her.

“Fuck!” Melissa groaned as she felt you tighten around her, her thrusts slowing but still deep, riding out your orgasm as she kept you pinned against the counter. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let Daddy make you feel good.”

You were shaking, your entire body trembling as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you. Melissa’s hand loosened its grip on your throat, but she didn’t stop fucking you, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out your pleasure until you were a panting, whimpering mess.

“Such a good girl,” she purred, her lips brushing against the back of your neck as she pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty and spent. “Daddy’s proud of you.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

You collapsed against the counter, your legs weak, your mind still foggy from the intensity of it all. You barely had time to catch your breath before you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps outside the bathroom door, followed by a loud knock.

“Yo, hurry up in there!“ Ava’s slurred voice called through the door, and your heart nearly stopped. “I need to puke!”

Melissa’s eyes widened, and she quickly pulled her pants back up, adjusting her shirt as she shot you a look that was equal parts amused and panicked.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your voice shaky as you scrambled to straighten yourself out, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Your legs were still trembling, and you could barely stand, let alone look composed, but you did your best to pull your skirt down and fix your hair.

Melissa gave you a once-over, her smirk returning as she leaned down, brushing her lips against your ear. “You better get yourself together, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice still thick with lust. “Because we’re not done.”

Before you could respond, she turned toward the door, unlocking it with a quick flick of her wrist. Ava nearly fell through the doorway as she stumbled inside, a bottle of beer in one hand, her eyes glazed over with drunkenness.

“What the hell are you two doing in here?” Ava slurred, her gaze shifting between the two of you with a confused frown. “This is a party, not a damn make-out session. Although, I’m into that shit!”

You swallowed hard, your face flushing with embarrassment as you tried to compose yourself, but Melissa, ever the smooth talker, just chuckled and gave the woman a wink.

“Just helping her fix her hair and makeup,” your girlfriend lied smoothly, her hand resting casually on your lower back as she steered you toward the door. “It was all messed up.”

Ava squinted at the two of you, clearly not convinced but too drunk to care. “Yeah, whatever,” she scoffed, waving you off with a dismissive hand. “Just don’t hog the bathroom next time. Some of us need it for important shit.”

Melissa chuckled again, her hand still on your back as she guided you out of the bathroom and back into the crowded living room. Your legs were still shaky, your mind spinning from what had just happened, but the redhead’s touch kept you grounded, her presence a constant reminder of what had just transpired.

As the two of you rejoined the party, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at her, your heart racing as you replayed everything that had just happened. She caught your eye and smirked, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re not off the hook yet, baby,” she murmured, her hand squeezing your ass discreetly as she pulled you closer to her. “We’ll finish this later when I fuck you on every single corner and furniture of our house.”

Your face flushed, but the anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through your body. You nodded, your lips parted in silent agreement, already counting down the moments until you were alone with her again.

But for now, you had to play it cool, pretend like nothing had happened, even though every time Melissa’s hand brushed against you, every time she whispered something in your ear, it sent a shiver down your spine. You could still feel the lingering ache between your legs, the memory of her hands on your throat, her cock inside you, fresh in your mind.

And as the night wore on, you found yourself aching for more, desperate to feel her touch again, to submit to her completely, to let her fuck you senseless until you were nothing but a trembling, needy mess.

You knew one thing for certain—tonight wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

[cruelsummerx]

"that I am. lighters, shirts, hearts... nothing is safe around me. It is all mine for the taking." A giggle left her lips as she teased although there was an element of truth in what she was saying, especially shirts.

"aw really?" It made lissa's lips spread into a smile as she heard adam mention his sister with her. as far as she was aware, he didn't tell people personal things often so it made her feel special that he shared that with her. at his next statement, lissa's smile grew. "well I'll be damned.. that's sweet." she shook her head as she looked at him. "I guess you're not as much of a mean motherfucker as people make you out to be." she teased while smirking around the butt of her cigarette.

“probably.” adam shrugged, wearing his lighter around his neck honestly wasn’t a stupid idea, not for adam at least. adam leaned back against the brick wall exhaling another plum of smoke. “oh so your a little thief.” adam teased playfully.

“i don’t think ive ever taken a lighter from my siblings… my little sister did gift me one of thos lighters that looks like a ace of spades though.” adam chuckled, adam didn’t really talk about his family but it felt easy to make casual conversation about his family with lissa. “i dont take that one anywhere though, that one is sitting on a shelf in my apartment.” he chuckled.

[sorinethemastermind]

The Same Path

There are a lot of parallels between Viren and Callum.

Let's start with appearances, because as any Illusionist worth their salt should know, they're the only the only thing we will ever really know.

The framing of some of these is too intentional to be a mistake. Now, that doesn't mean I think Callum will follow the same path as Viren, I don't. But it's still an interesting similarity.

Now, let's talk about the reality sitting right beneath the appearance.

Both Viren and Callum wanted to be someone. To feel that they amounted to something.

They were told who they were going to become.

But they chose to write their own destinies.

However it's not that simple. They each had someone that they held so dear... that they would do anything for them.

And "anything" encompasses a lot.

Both Lissa and Rayla are upset about what Dark Magic does to the people they love, but Viren and Callum believe that they have no choice. They're doing what they have to for those very people.

However Viren and Callum can both can acknowledge that they're right. They have succumbed to darkness.

Viren reached the end of his path and discovered it was not the one he thought he was walking.

Callum, however, has realized what path he is walking and is actively trying not to make the wrong choice.

I think that Callum and Viren are walking parallel paths, but that they are not the same. They have similar stories and are being faced with similar choices. They have similar temptations. But Callum's story is not one of corruption.

However I do think we will see Season Seven return to this theme of "anything".

Viren lost himself when he gave "anything" for those he loved. What will Callum lose?