#maybe.... i will draw them in the nohr siblings armor.....

[mach1ne-g1rl]

once again Comparing/Crossing over ROTTMNT with Something Else™. Today I bring you Fire Emblem Fates Rottmnt ! I'm thinking abt this as if it were an AU and the turtles take up the royal childrens' places. This is gonna be long, TLDR at the end.

First obv is deciding which side they're on and I do that by basing their personalities off of the other characters. So I was thinking Nohr. I think Hoshido would be a good fit for the sake of "Being The Good Guys" and Karai would make a great Mikoto, but the 4 siblings just. don't fit for the Rise Siblings, I don't think. Ryoma for Raph MAYBe works? Takumi for Leo or Donnie is like. Alright. I can't see Hinoka being anyone and Sakura is way too shy and (for lack of a better word) weak ? And I think I'd want April to be Corrin, only cuz I don't know who else Corrin could be.

I find the Nohr Siblings to be the best fit. Xander as Raph, alright I can see some differences but mainly I think it works. Camilla as Leo I think it alright. They're both laid back but deadly and. Look, they're both the face people. Kind of. Camilla is definitely self aware though. Leo as Donnie ??? literally a perfect match idc. I think it's a little funny that Leo doesn't fit Leo but oh well. Mikey for Elise also works really well I think, very friendly & the sunshine in everyone else's lives.

I have no idea who the Hoshido Siblings would be then but that's alright they don't matter here ..!! Azura I have /some/ thoughts for. My first was she's Venus de Milo (i know not rottmnt technically) but she could also just be Big Mama's Assistant since I feel like they're definitely supposed to be a turtle. I also have never read or seen anything where Venus was in so maybe their personalities don't fit at all. My second thought was Casey Jr. I don't have much to explain besides that I just . it makes sense in my head ? Like we don't know that much of Casey jr to begin with and maybe he's more excitable than Azura but !! Really don't know who else would be her !!! Someone help me !!!

Ughhhhh okay I know Draxum would be King Garon and the Dragon Form thing would be like Kuroi Yuroi Draxum but FUCKKK YOU UU!!! Hes my babygirl and im really upset You're making me do this ,, thats messed up,,,,,,, im just a little boy,,,,, who likes draxum ,,,,,,,,, how could u

The rest of Nohr is like the foot clan ig idk, Iago would be like Foot Lieutenant , Hans is Foot Brute .. I want Cass to be SOMEone but mm I have no clue who? Rinkha seeeems kind of close imo but she's not on Nohr's side so it might not be fitting? idk

April as Corrin also doesn't seem exactly right (mostly to me just cuz Corrin's the third youngest, but April's the oldest in the show) But it could still work I think kind of. Alternatively Casey could be Corrin? Might be a better fit? Then maybe April could be Azura ,, same 1st letter of their names ,,, But I think April Corrin works alright (especially if Karai is Mikoto :3) Mainly cuz I don't think April for Azura works that well, they're pretty different

Maybe the purple dragons are hoshido? or idfk the mudd dogs,, I don't think there's any other Group that has at least 3 members (besides the cookie scout girls but erm)

TL;DR: They're the Nohr siblings (Xander Raph, Camilla Leo, Leo Donnie, Elise Mikey, Corrin April), Draxum is King Garon (begrudgingly) and Azura is either Venus de Milo/BM's Assistant or Casey Jr :3

I'd love to hear others' thoughts I am begging for others' thoughts cuz I fucking !! love !!! talking abt this shit I love love love doing this Im so autistic

[dominodebt]

a wip to prove I’m not dead

HEY KIDS so idk how many of you follow me on twitter but I’ve been very chatty about this Original Thing I’m doing and for some reason these past two weeks I was suddenly like “fuck it. I wanna work on that” and hit 50k words which as someone who typically hovers around 3-5k per story, is a pretty cool thing!

but now the first big arc of that thing is done and I’m not really down with sharing it quite yet because it’s very rough and being edited right now by some pals of mine, so maybe when it’s a little more polished I’ll share some? who knows!

ANYWAY fanfic is a thing and now that my original stuff is on hold I’m diving back into it. Here’s a Fire Emblem: Fates piece that I’ll have finished soon. It looks at Kamui’s (Corrin’s) life and upbringing in Nohr, particularly her relationship with Marx (Xander) so here’s the first bit of that!

for those of you who may not know the story? Kamui was kidnapped as a child from her “home” (complicated) of Hoshido to Nohr. the game never really touches on how she’s treated initially or how she mixes in with Nohr’s royal family and I liked the idea of Marx having to kind of shoulder the burden all on his own.

Sorry for the big hiatus, but Author Mom should be settling back into things and cranking out fics again real soon!

(if you ever wonder where I am or why I’m not writing or I’ve missed an ask of yours, I’m on my twitter like all hours of the day so that’s always a good place to contact me <3)

“She’s just up these stairs, milord.”

          Gunther’s voice is a deep rumble in his chest as he lifts the lantern in his hand a little higher to illuminate the steps. The flickering firelight throws shadows across his face, highlighting the places where battles and age have carved out their place.

           Prince Marx nods stiffly, trying not to shiver as he draws his cloak tighter around himself, following the knight up the narrow stairway.

           “Is this part of the castle not kept warm?” Marx asks as they continue their climb.

           Gunther laughs hoarsely, and his breath clouds before him. Marx’s jaw tightens. He has his answer.

           “No one’s lived in the Northern Fortress for ages, milord,” Gunther explains. He grabs the young man’s arm, quickly pulling him off his course. “Watch your step. This staircase is crumbling.”

           Sure enough, the stonework begins to collapse where the prince had stood just a moment before, and he eyes it darkly as they climb higher.

           “Is this safe?” Marx demands, still frowning at the ruined patch of staircase. “The girl could die if she isn’t careful moving about this tower.”

           Gunther casts the prince a sideways look as they reach the top of the stairs.

           “If I may speak frankly, milord,” the old knight rumbles. “I doubt the thought crossed His Majesty’s mind.”

           His words draw a scowl from the prince—an expression of deep disdain already familiar on his young face. Gunther would feel sorry for him—ten and five is too early for such anger and scorn—but there is no other way to survive in Castle Krakenburg.

           One must armor themselves in their hate, lest they be overtaken by the backstabbing liars that fill this place.

           “A fair assessment,” the prince remarks stiffly as they arrive at the landing. Gunther reaches out to pull open the door, but pauses when Marx lifts a hand.

           “Milord?” Gunther asks, but Nohr’s heir pays him no mind as he raps twice on the ancient wood, the sound echoing loudly in the lofty tower.

           Silence answers the summon, and neither man is surprised.

          “Guard the stairwell,” Marx orders him lowly, and Gunther obediently steps back to do so as the prince pulls the door open and sweeps inside, pitch cloak swirling behind him like a wayward shadow as the air rushes out.

           The room is sheer cold—a raw, biting chill that steals the breath from Marx’s chest as he exhales a shaky cloud through gritted teeth. He steps inside, pushing the door shut behind him—what, to not let the cold in?—and makes a note to pull whatever strings he must in order to warm this room by tomorrow.

           “Hello?” he calls, glancing around. The room is small, backlit by the moon’s pale glow and washed out in its eerie silver light. Marx takes another step, and hears a small sharp intake of breath.

           His eyes snap to the noise—dark gaze picking her out in the whiteout of the room.

           She cuts an impossibly small figure, silhouetted against the Nohrian moonlight as she is. Her hair is matted and darkened with blood—eyes wide and fearful and as red as the crimson stains on her dress.

           Marx stares, completely at a loss.

           A child.

           “A Hoshidan princess,” his father’s retainer had announced.

           “A bargaining chip,” Gunther had murmured darkly.

           Marx cannot bring himself to look away—trapped in her troubled ruby gaze. A child.

           His thoughts spring to Elise and Leon—both children in their own right, this girl hardly older than them—and he grits his teeth as panic blooms hot and tight in his chest.

           This is wrong. This is so terribly, terribly wrong—

           The prince swallows hard, dropping down into a crouch to level himself with her. She’s still a few feet away, and he doesn’t dare move closer.

           “It’s all right,” Marx murmurs, calling upon the low, gentle tone he reserves for his siblings and spooked horses. He holds out a hand, but she gasps and spins away, hiding her face in the tattered curtains that hang from the window.

           Marx watches her for a moment before smoothly withdrawing his hand, berating himself.

           Of course she’d be afraid of him. Of course. She’s young and scared and alone and covered in her father’s blood. She is a thousand miles from home and locked in a drafty fortress with strangers at every turn.

           He watches her, idly wondering if he’d not been in the room when his father had returned—if he’d not heard of the girl’s arrival himself and decided to investigate—if anyone would have come to check on her.

           The thought—and its definitive answer—makes his blood boil in the frozen room.

           “My name is Marx,” he tells her softly, still holding her gaze. He’s not sure if he could look away if he tried. Her eyes are luminous in the dark of the tower—glowing like cursed rubies as she peers at him from around the curtain. They draw him in like moth and flame. “May I hear yours?”

           He lets the silence wash over them, content to go at her pace—he knows what it feels like to be pushed and prodded and provoked—and in the settling quiet, hears a strange noise he hadn’t caught before.

           A bizarre series of clicks? Marx tilts his head, glancing around as he tries to place the sound, and realizes it’s coming from the girl—who stands trembling with cold, teeth chattering as she tries desperately to hide herself in the ruined curtains.

           Marx’s heart—ironclad and cold like the country he will inherit—crumbles to dust at the sight.

           In a swift movement that startles a gasp out of the girl, Marx unclasps his cloak and removes it with a flourish, the thick wool heavy in his hands as he folds it up as neatly as he can and sets in on the floor before him.

           The girl seems torn between eyeing the strange new parcel and keeping the prince in her sights, so Marx decides to make things easier for her and leave. He taps the cloak as he rises, meeting her gaze as kindly as he can.

           “For you, if you’d like it,” he tells her gently.

           Her blood-red gaze drops down to the cloak, but then darts up to his just as quickly. She doesn’t move.

           With a quiet sigh, Marx straightens back to his full height—unable to miss how the girl shrinks from him as he does so—and turns to leave, rejoining Gunther back on the landing as he closes the door to her room behind him.

           Gunther lifts a split eyebrow as the prince idly inspects the tarnished lock and keyhole, adding more things to his growing list.

           “That was quick,” he notes, and Marx just hums noncommittally, still lost in his thoughts.

           “When does my father plan to return her?” he eventually asks, cutting a sideways glance at Gunther.

           The old guard lifts his eyebrows, weathered face awash in the flickering fire of his lantern.

           “Return her, milord?” he questions, uncertainty coating his words.

           Marx waves a hand impatiently. “Yes, return her. To Hoshido. To her home.”

          Gunther just stares back at him—as he often does—simply waiting for the young prince to come to his own conclusion. That knowing look of a teacher, silently urging him on…

          Come now, Marx. You’re a smart lad. Figure it out. You can do it.

          “He means to keep her here.” The chill of Marx’s realization could rival the frigidity of a Nohrian winter. “Indefinitely.”

          Gunther gazes back at him, expression painfully neutral, and Marx looks away with a disgusted scoff—curse his father to all seven Hells—and begins to descend the staircase.

           “Milord?” Gunther calls after him, hastening to follow. “Prince Marx, where are you going?”

           “To get firewood and spare blankets,” Marx returns bitterly. The chill of the fortress rushes to meet him as he makes his way down, and he reflexively reaches for the clasp of his cloak to draw it tighter, when he remembers it is now in the possession of another.

[pocketsharkk]

New Scars (A Telling From Conquest)

A few notes: I wanted to practice with 1st person writing since I pretty much only write in 3rd so I decided that I wanted to go with this “A Telling From” series that loosely resembles my experience in my lunatic files. I will post more 1st person from more than just Shar’s perspective in the future, but for now, I’m going to use him to practice.

"Ryoma, Brother, please! I don't want to fight you! I just want to see Elise to safety before this illness claims her!"

My pleading fell on deaf ears as Ryoma drew his Raijinto without any hesitation. His eyes still set on me, his resolve unwavering. There was no pity in them, yet no malicious intent for what may come of my little sister. His terms were simple: Return to Hoshido and leave Nohr behind, but I couldn't do that. I've known my Nohrian siblings my whole life. They raised me, they helped me cope with my confinement, they were always there to lend an ear whenever I began to doubt. I could never turn my back on them.

"Are you not going to grant me any sort of response, Ryoma? Are you going to stand in my way while my sister is dying?"

Ryoma tightened his grip on his katana. "I've named my request, Shar. Are YOU not going to grant me any sort of answer?"

I could feel my blood almost boil. Despite my recent training with my dragon blood, my temper was still getting the better of me and my rage often threatened to take over my mind and my actions out of sheer impulse. "No." I spat my answer out with a hiss. "I may have started my life in Hoshido and Mikoto may have been my mother, but Nohr is where my family is. I can't turn my back on them now or ever."

"So be it." Ryoma shifted his footing and dashed towards me before I could even begin to reach for my Yato. I was barely beginning to grip my blade's hilt before he was upon me, ready to bring his katana down. Before he could connect, however, his sword clashed with another that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Looks like we got here just in time!" Laslow, one of my eldest brother's retainer, had blocked and parried Ryoma's strike away just at the last second. "Lord Shar, you're not injured, are you?"

I let out a sigh of relief. "I am unscathed, thanks to your intervention." Before I could say anything else, Ryoma dashed back in for a second assault only to come to a halt before back-flipping out of the way of a lance that shattered the stone where his feet were as it struck.

 "Aww, I missed. Stay still next time!" Pieri, my eldest brother's second retainer, had quickly joined the fray, already covered in some blood. "I hope I didn't get here too late. There were some guys that were blocking my horsey so I stabbed them. It took longer than I thought."

Ryoma returned to his stance he held before his assault. "The retainers of Nohr must be quite strong to block my strikes and to make me retreat." Despite the surprise intervention, Ryoma's composure had not wavered. I'm not sure I could have remained as calm as him, but now was not the time for such thoughts. I had to get through, for Elise's sake.

 I stepped forward, drawing the Yato from its sheath. "Laslow, Pieri, please stand down. I appreciate the assistance, but this is my fight. He's here because of me and I'm going to make sure he leaves because of me. Deal with the rest of the forces, but don't kill anyone."

 I heard two affirmations of my orders behind me, one sounding disappointed about the mercy I called for them to show. Before they could join the rest of the combat going on around the sanctuary, two shuriken flew directly towards them. They appeared in front of me in an instant, easily knocked them out of the air. The ninjas that threw the shuriken quickly descended upon my brother's retainers in an instant. Ryoma's own retainers had come to combat the ones who engaged their lord in combat. Wasting no time, the retainers began their own duels to protect their higher ups, breaking away from the central grounds of the monastery so they wouldn't be in our way.

My focus returned to the Hoshidan prince that was standing before me, still in the same stance. "Now, no more interruptions. You're about to see just how much I've improved since you last saw me. I'm not about to let you pummel me as you did when I rejoined Nohr."

Ryoma just scoffed at that remark. "Let's hope for your sake that you're not in over your head. I WILL do whatever I must to dispel whatever magic those Nohrians used to brainwash you and if that means bringing you to the brink of death for that to happen, then so be it."

 This time, I was the first to lunge forward. Ryoma blocked the initial attack with ease, as well as the rest of my swings. He didn't even seem to be breaking a sweat or look like he was being pressured. I eventually made a sloppy strike during my assault and he immediately seized the opportunity to parry and reverse the flow of the battle into his favor. Every one of his swings was more challenging than the last to dodge, some still leaving nicks or small burns on me due to the lightning that danced off of the Raijinto with every slash. He swung with such force and precision that, had I not trained as thoroughly as I did in these past few months, I most certainly would have lost a majority of my blood and maybe even an arm.

When he drew back his blade to follow up with a stab, I took the chance to jump back and disengage from the fight. Surprisingly, Ryoma did not follow, but he simply stood his ground and taunted me. "You've improved, but not nearly enough. Your strikes lack weight behind them and you still appear hesitant. Is this all Nohrian training as done for you?"

That remark struck a nerve, prompting me to sheathe my Yato. Ryoma looked at me with a cocked eyebrow, most likely unsure of why I put my sword away.

"Ryoma," I sharply said. "You will not insult Nohrian methods!"

The dragonstone I had embedded within my armor began to give off a glow. My figure, hunched and writhing, became coated in shimmering water as it distorted and expanded to thrice its normal size. Wings sprouted from my back, a tail emerged from my rear, horns adorned my head, and my hands and feet brandished claws. The water stopped its shimmering as it began hardening into black and silver scales.

The rage that was building began to invigorate me as I stamped my claws onto the ground and readjusted my neck. It felt... more natural to be like this now. My mind started to clear and my muscles relaxed. I straightened up in an attempt to intimidate Ryoma into backing down, but I had no such luck. His gaze was still fixated on me and his expression had hardly made any changes, except the short instance of astonishment from my transformation.

I waited for Ryoma to make the first strike, but he just stood his ground. His line of thinking was probably the same as mine: wait for your adversary to make the first strike and counter accordingly. It was no surprise since he drilled that into my head while I was in Hoshido. Wanting to break the stillness, I began a steady stride which Ryoma mirrored in an instant, keeping the distance the same as it was when we were holding our positions.

Was he really scared of my dragon form or was it simply standard rules of combat that he followed? It wouldn't be that unreasonable for him to be scared. Many of my allies were scared of me like this, despite not seeing me fight in actual combat, but Ryoma actually saw me go on a mindless rampage during the catastrophe in Hoshido so maybe... I shook my head and readjusted my neck to dispel any hesitation that I had and lunged forward. I felt much lighter now, and it was obvious because of how Ryoma almost seemed to struggle to defend himself in time.

Even with a larger target, Ryoma wasn't able to land any solid hits. There were glancing blows every so often, but my scales were able to deflect his strikes since he couldn't gain the proper footing to make one that was forceful enough. All the training in this form was seeming to pay off! I couldn't believe it, I was faster than Ryoma? In this bulky form? It was exhilarating!

Considering the duration of our fight, I was astonished by how long Ryoma was able to go on. No matter how many slashes from my claws, strikes from my tail, or bursts of my aquatic fire struck him, Ryoma never let up. His endurance was almost supernatural while mine began to wane. Whether it was a combination of me tiring,  Ryoma speeding up, or maybe even both, he started to take over the flow of the battle again. His slashes had more weight, he began to dodge my counterattacks and he even managed to pierce through my scales with more and more ease.

Then he took complete control of the fight... In an instant, he struck with a hard kick that connected with one of my legs, knocking me off balance as he tightened his grip on the Raijinto. With one heavy slash, searing hot pain shot through my chest. Lightning crackled off of the freshly opened wound followed by a spray of blood. At that point, all I felt was rage and pain as I let out an ear piercing roar, turning all eyes to us on the battlefield. Even Ryoma reacted, covering one of his ears with his free hand. That moment was all I needed. Power swelled up inside me, and I blacked out for an instant. When I came to, I saw that a chunk was missing from Ryoma's spaulder, and his left arm was draped in blood that dripped into a quickly growing pool on the ground. I stood my ground as his retainers, battered and bloody, appeared out of nowhere to help him to his feet before vanishing from my sight. The adrenaline began to wear off and the pain returned. Everything went dark...

I awoke, barely aware of what was going on. My vision was fuzzy, only allowing me to vaguely notice all the outlines of people around me and feel that my head was being propped up in someone's lap while I could feel a cool sensation radiating in my chest. When the blurriness faded, I saw that it wasn't Camilla's lap that I was in, but Pieri's. I'm not sure what was going on, but my ability to communicate was failing me as I just stared up at her. Maybe she could tell I was looking at her because her head angled down to look at me moments after I realized I couldn't pull my gaze away. Though, I'm not sure how she would notice since my eyes were hidden while I was transformed.

I finally noticed the frantic instructions being given by Felicia as she was giving orders to everyone to keep me alive and heal me. I couldn't quite make out her instructions for Pieri, but she tilted my head and began running her fingers down the side of my face, presumably looking for any damage that may have occurred when I collapsed to the ground. I count it as a blessing that no one could see my face right now...

My worry of embarrassment was torn away by a rush of pain as the cold wave withdrew from my chest, causing me to let out a sharp inhale that notified everyone that I was conscious again. Camilla knelt down beside me as her relief set in.

"Oh, Shar! Please tell me you're alright!"

"I-I'm fine. The pain was... u-unexpected." My words waivered due to my head's position and the pain continuing to radiate across my chest.

 "Lord Shar," Felicia interrupted. "Are you able to stand or change back to your human form? I want to make sure you're okay to walk or shapeshift without reopening the wound."

I was hesitant to attempt what she had asked, but time was being wasted by just laying down and accomplishing nothing. I shifted positions slightly to make it easier get up once I had built up the necessary amount of energy. I dispelled the thoughts of the little crush I had just developed and pushed myself up with the aid of my sister and the surrounding retainers. Once on my four legs, I took a quick breath and started to change back. My scales liquefied and my entire body was coated in the same shimmering water that had surrounded me before. My neck retracted and my extra appendages merely dropped off with a splash as the water hit the ground. The rest of the water ran down my arms and legs as I stood up in my human form, mysteriously dry despite all the water from my transformation. Fortunately, whatever medicine was used to close my wound worked wonders. I lightly pat my chest a bit, still taking note of the pain, and wondered if my regeneration abilities were really working that fast in combination with the medicine. I knew I healed much faster than most people, but it was astounding that my wounds didn't so much as reopen in that short amount of time, especially with all the movement my body did while I reverted back to this form.

I looked up to examine the area, noticing that Elise's retainers were absent from the scene... Elise! A short burst of panic set it as I was unsure of the fate of my little sister.

"What happened to Elise? Where is she? She didn't... she's okay, right?"

Camilla approached and enveloped me in a hug as she gently stroked my hair. "Don't worry, sweetie. She'll be just fine. After you collapsed, Felicia sent Azura along with Effie and Arthur to go retrieve and administer the medicine for her while my darling Selena and Belka got the medicine to seal your wound."

I weakly brought my arms up to return the embrace, shaking as my anxiety calmed. "Oh, thank the gods. Thank the gods..."

"You both gave us quite a scare, you know. That wasn't nice of either of you at all! I would have been devastated if I had lost either of you. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you both..."

I could now hear Camilla's voice cracking as she struggled to keep her composure. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly disengaged from the hug before looking her in the eyes. "That won't ever happen. I'm not about to let our family get torn apart. We siblings will always be there for each other."

Camilla nodded before clearing her throat. "That makes me feel much better, Shar. Thank you for the reassurance." She straightened her posture. "Now, let's go check on Elise. Arthur reported to us not to long before you woke up to inform us on her condition. Her fever dropped almost instantly after taking the medicine. If its effects work that fast, she's most likely improved further."

I let out a sigh of relief. "That's very good news. Let's not waste anymore time here, then. With how weak I feel right now, we should go ahead and start making our way inside. "

"Let's do this then." Camilla took my arm, draped it over her shoulders, and gripped my wrist. "This doesn't hurt, right?"

There was a slight sting in my chest, but it was manageable. "Yeah, this should be fine for now. Thank you, Camilla." With the support of my older sister, moving around was much quicker and much less painful. Thankfully, this pain would eventually fade, but the reminder of Ryoma using lethal force on me wouldn't. At least not anytime soon. If he wanted me to return to Hoshido, he wouldn't have put me on Death's doorstep. I guess that he did say he would do what he must to return me, but that's not what someone would do to one that they saw as a loving sibling. Maybe it was possible that he finally gave up on me and saw me as a lost cause or an obstacle now. Maybe I'm too "brainwashed" to be recovered. Whatever the reason, it only solidified my resolve to aid my siblings in Nohr even more. To protect them from pain like that. If I wasn't in my dragon form, would I have survived a hit like that? If not, would any of my family members be able to survive a hit like that? So many things remained uncertain, but at least there were a few certainties in all this: Elise was recovering, my own condition was improving slowly, and my comrades, my friends, were all safe for now.