#mission board: sword+1

[paintingfallenraindrops]

POV God is Your Sister in Law

Swordsmasters of Elyos and Hoshido have long inspired people with their signature finishing move: the ability to cut through an opponent with dazzling speed, so fast that one can’t even perceive the blade leaving its sheath. The Battle of the Eagle and Lion reignites interest in learning these techniques. Determined students have made some progress but haven’t quite mastered the move. Think you can help them? [Grants Sword +1]

@eosasami

While it has admittedly been some time since Cadros had left Valla, as he wracks his brain, he cannot seem to recall Hoshido having such a technique as the one described by the swordsmaster before him. Perhaps it was something new? Must not have caught on then, because if it was truly that great, then it would have made its way down to Valla despite any odds.

Therefore! It must not be great at all! And Cadros can surely master it, even with his Nohrian background. Not that he cared for Nohr's cold steel anyway, they would never grant such respite to an enemy by allowing them a swift death like the one this technique would surely cause.

He sighs slightly as he turns to grab his sword - though it is not quite suited for this task either, an old Nohrian blade that he has carried with him for as long as he can remember, it will do for now - he falters as he feels the gaze of eyes upon his back. Eyes that feel like... Anankos' in a way.

Though, Anankos is not here now, is he? So surely it cannot be him. The woman he turns to see is unfamiliar, for the most part. From the glimpses of Anankos he can see in her, he can surely only reason that she must be Hoshido's God, the dragon of the dawn.

"Ah! Hello there, fair lady! You must wish to scold me on my form! Very well then! Proceed as you may! And... I must say, it is so terribly nice to finally be able to meet. Anankos has told me much."

[ashenprofessor]

Flash of brilliance, and steel

closed starter for @wanderingsstar

Swordsmasters of Elyos and Hoshido have long inspired people with their signature finishing move: the ability to cut through an opponent with dazzling speed, so fast that one can’t even perceive the blade leaving its sheath. The Battle of the Eagle and Lion reignites interest in learning these techniques. Determined students have made some progress but haven’t quite mastered the move. Think you can help them? [ Grants Sword +1 ]

It could be said that Byleth knew their way around a sword. I had after all been their weapon of choice since childhood when Jeralt began their combat training. Since taking the position at the monastery, with access to some of the best teachers in all of Fodlan, their skill had only grown and Rhea had even gifted them with the Sword of the Creator. Yet despite all this, Byleth had never considered the possibility of finishing moves. 

Byleth entered the training area where numerous staff and students were wielding swords, practising flashy moves. Some looked effecting, others were all show and no blow. Removing their own sword from its scabbard, Byleth ran through a couple of easy drills to warm up before returning the blade to its home at their side. Approaching a training dummy, Byleth took a deep breath, focusing their spirit before drawing the blade in a flash and slashing across the mannequins chest in a quick strike. It was good but still not quick enough. Sighing, the mercenary moved away to allow others to try. 

Looking round the room, they spotted one of their former house attempting the move too. Wandering over, Byleth slipped into instructor mode before creating the teal-haired person. “Helli Nils. Are you interested in learning this finishing move too? It’s a tricky one to get the speed with. How’s your progress at mastering it?”

[masked-fools]

❝ your old buddy sampo is a model citizen these days. y'know the guards on sentry duty in the restricted zone? i deliver their breakfast every day! ❞

— Sampo Koski, ancient relic specialist

Tavern Notice Board

7th of August — 13th of August

(1) forsaken and yet not [blade, kafka] — @leonistic

even when the world is against them you stand by their side

(2) an apology [kafka] — @c0metes

reader is a stellaron hunter and got their shoulder hurt. some love acrobatics. guns and bullets and swords, average day for a stellaron hunter

(3) vacation on jarilo-vi — @xieni-logs

astral express crew with a child!reader

(4) with a vidyadhara reader [blade, dan heng, jing yuan] — @pyroxeene

them with a vidyadhara reader whose tail gives away their true feelings

(5) habits before bed [sampo, jing yuan, gepard, dan heng] — @cnnmairoll

their habits before going to bed with you

(6) under the lotus leaves [dan feng] — @milksnake-tea

you've known dan feng long before he became the high elder of the vidyadhara, before he donned the title of imbibitor lunae and became the legend he is known as now. long ago, back when the two of you were mere children, playing in the waters of the xianzhou luofu.

(7) hot and cold [dan heng] — @eggluverz

in which dan heng runs hot and blasts the air conditioner to keep cool, and you feel like you’re living in the arctic [college roommate au]

(8) how to take care of your lover when they're sick [jing yuan] — @generalsmemories

scenario in which jing yuan’s significant other (a short life species that isn’t a xianzhou native) has gotten sick

(9) showering them in affection [blade, sampo] — @pyroxeene

headcanons of them with a very affectionate s/o

(10) goodbye, halcyon days [jing yuan] — @bladesmuse

as time passes, its branches grow thorns, impaling themselves into your heart. it is most evident as you reflect upon your life, about the three men you loved most who came and went like the sun, moon, and stars. domestic fluff, potential high cloud quintet lore spoilers, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort

(11) i didn't know where else to go [blade] — @milksnake-tea

blade x gn!reader, angst

(12) catching smoke [sampo] — @bladesmuse

you are a silvermane guard who has been assigned to catch Sampo. However, every time you get remotely close to catching the shady merchant, he always disappears. cursing, violence, suggestive content

(13) dropped your hand while dancing [gepard] — @particular-one

angst. hurt/no comfort. failed relationships. fluff to angst. passing mention of alcohol. marriage proposals. set after the events of the jarilo-vi trailblaze mission.

(14) a beloved tradition [luka] — @starboyshoyo

a paper marriage in belobog isn’t the only way to show off the love between a couple.

(15) wildest dreams [poly; blade, dan heng] — @bladesmuse

love, lust, and revenge are often inextricably linked, unsurprisingly causing complications in your relationship implied sexual content, combined undertones of fluff and angst

(16) accidentally falling asleep on him [sampo] — @milksnake-tea

you accidentally fall asleep on sampo's shoulder mentions of alcohol

(17) interlocks [nanook, yaoshi, lan, xipe] — @milksnake-tea

braiding their hair

(18) weathering the storm [gepard] — @meaningofaeons

gn!reader, meet cute, reader is implied to be part of an affluent/noble family, soulmate au wherein you have a countdown on your wrist until you meet your soulmate

(19) back home [dan heng] — @meaningofaeons

gn!reader, fluff, reader is part of the nameless but did not join the belobog mission

(20) not quite so slick [sampo] — @meaningofaeons

gn!reader, fluff, silvermane guard!reader, belobog story spoilers, pining

(21) only in the limelight [dan heng] — @meaningofaeons

gn!reader, actor au, angst/no comfort, unrequited love

(22) could you be any more dense? [gepard] — @meaningofaeons

gn!reader, hurt/comfort

(23) starry night bakery [dan heng] — @eggluverz

in which the cute baker down the street catches your eye and you decide to become a regular to keep seeing him [modern au]

(24) everything i need [blade] — @eggluverz

in which you’re feeling down about not seeing your boyfriend in a few months and blade takes time out of his busy tour schedule to surprise you. idol!blade x barista!reader, modern au

(25) lucky day [luka] — @antimatterz

you found the cutest plushie in a claw machine, but can't get a hold of it. fortunately, a handsome stranger shows up to help you out [modern au]

[h3rmess]

WHERE OUR BLUE IS

Written by @h3rmess ✰

Masterlist

S2 : Chapter 1 - Perfect pair ☆

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A heavy breath escaped my mouth as we wandered through the ruins of an abandoned school. Gojo had woken us up in the early hours to go on this mission, so I was lacking sleep. I tried to keep my eyes open as we roamed the hallways, ominous, uncanny. I could hear the sound of our footsteps bouncing off the empty walls. Each floor board creaked as I stepped, keeping me on edge. The dark cast from the veil placed by Mr Ijichi only made my senses heighten; in this case, this may have been for the better. The place smelt unkept, as expected, but i also sensed cursed energy residuals, unlikely to come from a cursed spirit. It was gloomy, sombre, each hallway looking like an eternal pathway into darkness. I was scared. We came to an abrupt stop as he put his arm in front of me, causing me to wake up completely.

"There's a high concentration of cursed energy here." He stated as I looked up at his face. " Be careful. This could potentially be a special grade or a first grade at least."

I prepared myself, my cursed energy pumping through every vein in my body.

Just last month, I had moved here, and at that moment, it felt like I had been here my whole life. The seasons had started to change, meaning that it got hotter as summer approached. A sweat broke from my forehead as both anxiety and humidity attacked my body.

He opened the classroom door as an abnormally shaped curse greeted us.

"Do...you...want to play...?" the curse cried, its agony evident in its voice. It's emerald skin contracted and relaxed vigorously, as if it were a beating heart. It began to move from its original position. I grounded myself, ready for its attack.

"Demon dogs!" He called out, a black dog spawning from the shadows. The dog ran toward the curse, attacking it instantly.

The cursed spirit took no damage, its offensive hit in retaliation caused the demon dog to howl.

"Nue!" He called, the bird swooping in, sending an electric pulse to the curse. It was immobilised, which gave me a chance to attack. I ran in, the word "Configuration," leaving my lips. A katana appeared in my right hand, the metal atoms used being extracted from the unused lockers. I swung at the spirit as it regained its consciousness. I was swooped to the ground with ease, my hit amiss. My head pounded as I realised I had hit it on the edge of a desk. As the blood seeped out, Fushiguro attempted to come over to me. He ran straight into the grasping hands of the cursed spirit. I sat there, slightly defeated as the curse picked him up and threw him out of the window. My eyes grew bigger as my heartbeat stopped. I froze. Everything froze.

We were on the third floor of this building. The speed in which the spirit tossed Fushiguro was unmatched by Nue, causing him to hit the ground with great force.

My breath hitched as I struggled to my feet. I felt enraged. Without a second thought, I timed my jump, throwing myself out of the window, my katana in hand. I landed on the back of the cursed spirit, stabbing my sword into it, exorcising it immediately. As the purple liquid poured onto the floor, I ran to Fushiguro to check if he was okay. Blood spurted from his mouth as he let out a whisper.

"I'm fine." He spoke ever so softly. I put on my hand over his chest as I activated my cursed technique. I was able to see the atomic structure of his body. Although no fatal damage had occurred, he was in no condition to continue fighting.

"No, you're not." I looked him in his eyes, infatuated by the blue hue. My feelings for him had only grown since the day we met. Thankfully, I was good at keeping them hidden - for the most part. In moments like this, when we were alone, surrounded by nothing but the sounds of the world, it felt as if I were on another planet. My heart ached, longing, wrenching, hoping that we could stay like this forever. My eyes never left his as I put his arm over my shoulder. I helped him to stand, smiling as I did.

"Let's go. I'll take you to Ieiri." I placed my hand in my fanny-pack, reaching for a token to create a portal. My fingers spread apart, my left arm outstretched with my palm facing the ground. The portal opened as I helped Fushiguro step into it. We ended up outside of the veil, met by Mr Ijichi, who drove us back to campus.

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TAGS ~

@nyxlai @inlovewithlondonn @sad-darksoul @eternalalmondd @vivi-loves-penguins @httpstoyosi @samutoru @lysaray

[hollyethecurious]

CS AU: The Law of Surprise (1/3)

Summary: The Law of Surprise: a custom as old as humanity itself. The Law dictates that a man saved by another is expected to offer to his savior a boon whose nature is unknown to one or both parties. In most cases, the boon takes the form of the saved man's firstborn child, conceived or born without the father's knowledge.

A/N: This is NOT a Witcher AU. Want to make that clear from the get go. The idea for this fic WAS inspired by the show, however. I’m not sure if the Law of Surprise was a show/game creation or if it existed before. Regardless, this fic is my spin on the concept and will be posted in three parts.

Much love and thanks to the @cssns mods for keeping this event going year after year! A HUGE shout out to my artist @eastwesthomeisbest for the AMAZING pieces she made to accompany my fic. Go give her ALL the flails! Finally, all the hot chocolate, rum, and grilled cheese sandwiches for my amazing betas @ultraluckycatnd and @kmomof4. LOVE YOU LADIES TO BITS!

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Part One

Smoke billowed from the hull, choking the air as steel clanged around them. Shouts and screams echoed across the deck that was coming apart beneath their feet.

“The King! We must save the King!” Liam bellowed over the melee, dispatching a man who, up until a few days ago, had been one of their brothers-at-arms. No sooner had the man’s body hit the boards than another rushed forward to take his place, challenging the traitorous sea captain whom they had expected to aid them in their mission, not take up arms against them.

“Brother!” Killian cried out, moving through the throng towards Liam with slashes of his cutlass clearing the way.

“The King!” Liam commanded once more. “Get to the King! That’s an order!”

Killian’s grip tightened on the hilt of his sword and he swallowed past the instinct to ignore such an order. Notes of black powder, brine, and blood filled his sinuses as he took in a fortifying breath and turned away from his captain in search of His Majesty King David. Through the soot laced plumes, the dying breaths of a ship that would soon find itself on the bottom of the sea, Killian could see King David fending off multiple assailants with sword skills that had become legend. Movement through the swirls of ash caught Killian’s attention and his stomach dropped. Lurking behind the King was an unseen assassin, and Killian had but a few seconds to launch himself between his would-be sovereign and certain death.

The force of their meeting blades jarred Killian, but he held firm. Applying a few less than savory tactics to give him the upper hand, he made quick work of the assassin then threw himself into the fray, defending the King as they fought side by side until the remaining adversaries lay dead.

“Y-You,” King David panted, his chest and shoulders heaving from his exertions as he tried to catch his breath. “You serve my… my father, King George.”

“Not any longer, Your Majesty,” Killian told him. “Once we learned of George’s treachery against Queen Snow, we could not stand idly by and accept such orders.”

“We?”

“My brother, Captain Liam Jones, and those of us who chose to follow good form rather than betray a treaty made in good faith.”

“Lieutenant!” one of their men shouted. “Captain says we must abandon ship at once!”

“Too right!” Killian called out, grasping the King by the arm. “Time to go, Your Majesty.”

The planks they’d used to board the crippled vessel were just coming into view when the ship lurched and began to list violently. Grabbing onto the rigging, Killian prompted King David to hoist himself up onto the gunwale.

“Here!” Killian shouted, forcing a length of rope into the King’s hands. “Take this and swing over. Our men will catch you!”

“What about you?”

“There’s no time! You must go, Your Majesty. Now!”

When the King attempted to voice his protest once more, Killian gave him a firm shove, forcing him to cling tightly to the rope as his feet lost purchase with the side of the ship. The sight of the King being hauled to safety was the last thing Killian saw before the deck beneath him gave way. Agony ripped through his wrist where the rigging was still wrapped around it. The weight of his body and the vicious twisting of the rope as it held to the cleats it was knotted upon effectively severed his hand, dropping it into the flood waters below with a sickening splash that preceded the rest of Killian’s body as he desperately tried, and failed, to grab onto the railing with his remaining hand.

Sea water filled his mouth, still open from his screams of pain, and forced its way down his throat. Panicked, he reached out, hoping against hope to make his way out of the collapsing hull, determined it would not become his tomb. Through the vanishing streaks of sunlight, Killian watched in horror as crimson began to surround him. His own blood, freely flowing from the shredded remains of his wrist, colored the frigid waters as his consciousness started to wane and black threatened to overtake red. Something brushed his side, and with the last vestiges of his strength and wits, Killian noted it was a barrel, still sealed and buoyant, making its way back towards the surface with the line and hook that had once secured it within the hold still attached. Scrambling, he secured the hook to the straps crisscrossing the front of his uniform and prayed the sea would not yet claim him, giving into the oblivion that was proving too much to overcome.

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The room was still. Too still. And bright with sunlight. The serenade of cooing songbirds, the swishing of skirts, and the flutter of wings too big to belong to the nesting swallows were within earshot.

Killian groaned and willed his eyes to open, though he had to squint past the assault of the sunbeams streaking in from the windows. Just as he’d deduced while coming out of his stupor, he was no longer on a ship, but in a stone room with many windows and a number of cots filled with others who, like him, were suffering from a variety of injuries. Killian had almost gotten up the courage to inspect his own grave wound when a shifting presence seated at his bedside snapped his attention to the person keeping vigil.

“Y-Your Majesty?” Killian croaked, stunned by the fact Queen Snow would be the one in attendance at his sick bed. “What? How?”

“Shh,” Her Majesty soothed, waving one of the healers over. “You have been unconscious for some time.”

“Surely you have not been at my side this entire time.”

The Queen chuckled. “No. Your brother and I have been taking it in turns.”

“Why on earth would you--”

“You saved my husband’s life. Ensuring you survived your injury seemed like the least I could do.”

His injury. His hand. Killian clenched his eyes tightly and swallowed back the bile his anxiety was threatening to send up his throat. The Queen took his remaining hand and leaned in to softly murmur words of comfort into his ear.

“The fairies did all they could, but with your hand lost to the sea they could not…” She paused, her voice strained and filled with compassion as he finally opened his eyes and lifted his head so he could take in the bandage wrapped remnants of his left arm. “You had already succumbed to fever by the time the ship returned, and while their magic was able to tend to the wound, the trauma you sustained made it difficult for them to apply the full measure of their powers. Now that you are awake, you can begin to…” Again, her voice trailed off, most likely distressed by the tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. “Lieutenant, look at me,” she insisted, squeezing his hand a bit tighter until he complied. “You will survive this. Your brother tells me there is none as resourceful or as a stubborn as his little brother, so I know you will manage to adjust in time, and with the fairies aiding you in your convalescence--”

“Younger,” Killian choked out, a sob catching in the back of his throat. When the Queen’s brow pinched together, her head tilting in perplexity to his response, he clarified, “Liam knows I abhor being referred to as his little brother. I prefer younger.”

A smile twitched at the corner of her lips - lips as red as roses, or so it had been said in the tales chronicling her and the King’s storied love - and the corners of her eyes crinkled affectionately as she yielded, “Younger.”

“Your Majesty,” the young fairy she had waved over when he’d first awakened timidly interjected. “I should tend to Lieutenant Jones now. Would you also like me to send word to Captain Jones--”

“No, I shall inform him,” the Queen replied. With a sigh she stood from her seat and allowed the fairy nurse to take her place. “See that you comply with everything they request of you,” she commanded Killian, her gaze turning regal and unrelenting until he nodded his agreement. “Good,” she said with a warm smile, one that tilted further upwards into a teasing smirk as she vowed, “I promise to look back in after Captain Jones has had his chance to fuss over you.”

“Perhaps your fairies ought to put me out of my misery now,” Killian groaned, the prospect of Liam hovering by his bedside, relentlessly questioning the fairies’ work while issuing his own commands of healing and restoration upon his little brother making him wish for the sweet abyss of sleep once more.

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It had been the rumors of poisoning that had first started the brothers Jones to question their allegiance to King George. Whispers of a treachery that would ensure Queen Snow’s line ended with her had begun to spread and with it, the suspicion of their King’s true character. Killian had suggested King George might not be the noble and just ruler they had first thought when signing on with His Majesty’s Navy after being freed from indenture when the ship they served sank in a storm, but Liam would not hear such slander. It was not until the rumor had been confirmed by Lancelot, a soldier turned traitor they had been tasked with capturing, that Liam finally accepted that which Killian had tried to convince him.

King George had poisoned Snow White. Cursed her during his toast at the wedding that was supposed to unite their two kingdoms - an added benefit to the true love she’d found with George’s son, Prince David. It was not love, either for his son or new daughter-in-law, that filled the King’s heart that day, though. George had wanted revenge, he wanted to punish them both for going against his wishes, for robbing him of a union with a more prosperous kingdom, so he had Snow’s goblet dosed with a potion that rendered her barren and unable to produce an heir, a fact he revealed to them after he’d returned to his own kingdom, thereby nullifying the treaty they’d made in good faith before the wedding.

Lancelot had not only provided them with the truth about their King, but confided in them his knowledge of a plot the sovereign had conspired against his own son. The newly crowned Misthavian King’s life was in danger. Before George had dispatched Liam’s crew to go after Lancelot, he’d commissioned another ship to lay in wait, sure that King David would sail to confront his father about what he had done. Their orders were to waylay King David’s vessel and see to it the ship went down… with no survivors.

Without a moment to spare, the brothers Jones had rallied their men, calling upon them to reject the traitorous King and instead take up arms in the service of the noble King David, and set a course towards the location an ambush would most likely take place. Luck had been on their side, arriving just as King David’s ship had begun taking on water.

During his many weeks of convalescence, Killian learned that upon returning to Misthaven, King David had accepted the allegiance and oaths of fealty from those who had defected. In addition to new loyalties was the boon of acquiring George’s most prized ship, the Jewel of the Realm, of which he had insisted Liam remain captain once the damage she’d sustained in battle had been seen to.

Both Liam and Queen Snow kept Killian apprised of the war that was now in full swing, and the lieutenant would be lying if he said he was not eager to join his brother in the fray once more. His injury (and his own stubbornness), however, was delaying such a desire from becoming reality. Though healed to the best of the fairies abilities, it was Killian’s determination to rehabilitate and acclimate to his new reality without any magical assistance that slowed his progress. All that changed, however, when he heard the news that repairs had been completed to the Jewel, and Captain Jones was being called forth for his first mission under their new sovereign.

“Are you sure?” Tink asked, again. “You’ve been doing so well without it.”

“I will not let my brother sail into dangers unknown without me to watch his back,” Killian growled. “You’re the one who kept insisting I was making things too difficult for myself, so just perform the bloody magic so I can present myself to Their Majesties at my brother’s side!”

Tink gave him one last assessing look, then sighed. Holding out her wand, she sent a cascade of magic over him, altering the dominance of his muscle memory from his left side to his right.

“There,” she said. “All you were able to do with your left hand before, you will now naturally experience with your right.”

Killian clenched and released his right hand, then wrapped it around the hilt of the sword sheathed at his hip. Drawing it, he cut the air around him with metallic swishes, marveling at the ease with which he instinctively maneuvered it with his previously weaker hand.

“We still need to determine the attachment you wish to have fashioned for your brace,” Tink reminded him, but Killian waved her off.

“Later.”

Returning the sword to its scabbard, Killian straightened his appearance. “Have they assembled?”

Tink peered over the gallery’s balcony wall that overlooked the throne room. “The King and Queen are just now being seated. They’ll be calling for your brother momentarily.”

“Then I’d better hurry,” Killian quipped, shooting Tink a quick wink. After a few steps, he stopped and turned back, grasping the fairy by her shoulders and pulling her in for a tight hug. “Thank you,” he murmured before pulling back and placing a quick peck on her cheek.

Tink rolled her eyes. “Go,” she said with half a laugh, and Killian did not have to be told twice.

“What do you think you’re doing out of the infirmary?” Liam questioned when Killian made it down to the hall outside the throne room just as the Royal Usher appeared to announce their entrance.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you go on this fool’s errand without me, did you?” Killian needled with a hint of cheek.

“It only becomes a fool’s errand when a fool joins it,” Liam shot back, stifling the smile twitching at the corners of his lips.

“Precisely,” Killian agreed, waggling his brows in Liam’s direction. “Your involvement alone has seen to it.”

A chuckle rumbled through Liam’s chest and he slapped his brother good-naturedly on the back. “We’ll see what His Majesty has to say about it. I suppose you’ve earned at least that.” Turning to the usher, Liam requested, “Please announce our arrival to Their Majesties.”

Nodding, the usher signaled the guards who pulled open the large wooden doors.

“Captain Liam Jones and Lieutenant Killian Jones of Their Majesties’ Royal Navy!”

Killian kept stride a step behind his captain, focusing on his breathing and the rampant beat of his heart the closer they got to the dais. Though he’d had the pleasure of becoming acquainted enough with Queen Snow to no longer be nervous in her presence, this was the first time since shoving the King off the gunwale of his ship that Killian had been in the imposing man’s presence. Following Liam’s lead, he bent low at the waist when presented and awaited acknowledgement from his sovereigns before straightening to attention.

“Lieutenant Jones, how wonderful to see you,” Queen Snow greeted with a warm smile. “Though, I confess, we had not expected you.”

“My apologies, Your Majesty,” Killian offered. “I hope you forgive my impudence, but once I learned of the commission placed upon the Jewel, I could not, in good faith, sit idly by whilst my captain and fellow sailors answered the call of duty.”

“And do you feel as though you are fit for duty, Lieutenant?” the King inquired, assessing him with a stern glance that flicked to the brace that covered his blunted wrist. “We’ve been kept apprised of your progress, and it was my understanding you had refused magical assistance.”

“It’s true, Your Majesty,” Killian replied. “I was resistant to it, but I have since relented.”

In his periphery, he saw Liam’s head jerk slightly towards him, his eyes darting to the side as he remained at attention in the presence of their commander and king.

“I see,” the King said, his expression growing pensive as he shared a look with his wife. “And you are adamant in your request to join your captain?”

“I am, Your Majesty.”

“And you, Captain? What have you to say about your Lieutenant’s request?”

“I leave such matters in Your Majesties’ hands,” Liam responded with the diplomacy he’d been taught, until a flicker of something passed over his features and he dared to add, “but there is no other I would rather have by my side whilst completing this mission than my lieutenant.”

Killian fought against the proud grin pulling at his lips and lifted his chin a bit higher as he awaited the King’s response.

King David cast his eyes towards his wife who gave a demure nod before he turned back and stood, surprising the assembled court.

“Then I suppose we have no objection,” he commented. “However, there is something that must be done first…” He held his hand towards a squire stationed next to the platform. The lad approached, a broad sword laying flat across his palms, and presented the weapon to the King who grasped the hilt as he motioned for Killian to step forward.

“Kneel,” King David commanded, and Killian, knowing he was the final deserter of King George’s service who had not undertaken a new oath of fealty, did as he was commanded. The weight of King David’s sword rested against Killian’s shoulder and his eyes never wavered from his sovereigns as he was asked, “Do you, Killian Jones, in good faith and without deceit, pledge your fealty to this kingdom and to the Sovereign Family who governs it? Will you, to the best of your ability, faithfully serve those who may call upon your duty as well as those who are in need of your charity? Do you vow to never cause harm to those to whom you have sworn your allegiance and that you will honor your accords so long as they are honored in kind?”

“I do,” Killian answered tightly, his throat constricted from the swell of emotion rising up within him.

King David lifted his sword and repositioned it to Killian’s other shoulder. “Then in addition to accepting your allegiance, and in accordance with the practices and traditions of this land, I not only recognize your selfless bravery in saving my life, but offer you a boon in addition to my gratitude.”

Killian’s brows pinched together and he felt the tips of ears go red. Other than the Queen’s remarks after he’d regained consciousness, nothing more had ever been mentioned regarding his actions that day in battle. He had simply been doing his duty; never would he have imagined a public ceremony, much less a boon.

“It gives me great pleasure to bestow upon you…” the King continued, his Adam’s apple jumping as he swallowed hard, “The Law of Surprise.”

A flurry of murmurs erupted throughout the throne room. Killian’s lips parted in shock and his brother had to assist him back to standing.

The Law of Surprise. A windfall whose nature is unknown to the parties involved. Whatever treasure or lands or blessing the King had yet to become aware of, but destiny had already designed for him, would actually be Killian’s to claim, the value of which could be innumerable.

Vaguely, Killian was aware of the order that the hall be cleared as the King offered the lieutenant his hand. Accepting the gesture, he managed to croak out a quiet ‘thank you’.

“No. Thank you,” Queen Snow replied warmly, having joined the men from the dais. “Both of you. This Kingdom is forever in your debt.”

“And I am in yours,” King David declared, releasing Killian hands. “Until the Law of Surprise is fulfilled. So…” Reaching into his robes, the King produced a scroll, sealed with the Sovereign stamp. Handing it over to Liam, he continued, “Take all precautions to keep yourselves safe during this mission the Queen and I am tasking you with. These orders are to be kept under seal until you are ready to depart from our shores. We cannot risk anyone finding out.”

“I understand, Your Majesty,” Laim replied, taking the scroll and giving a reverential bow of his head. “Come, little brother,” Liam prompted, slapping Killian on the back. “We have our orders and must ready the Jewel.”

Killian stumbled, his body slow to obey, still too overcome by what had transpired. Bowing to their Majesties, Killian was about to follow his brother out of the hall when the Queen surprised him once again by throwing her arms around him and giving him a tight hug. Words seemed to get caught in her throat for a moment, and Killian sensed there was something she wished to say, but then thought better of it.

When she finally pulled away, she took his hand in hers and imparted, “Take care of one another and return home as quickly as you can.”

“Aye,” Killian answered with one last nod of his head. “Until we meet again, Your Majesty.”

~/~

Awaiting them on the deck of the Jewel was a large trunk with a smaller satchel set atop. Liam gave the order to prepare to set sail, and the crew busied themselves with their tasks, ignoring the parcels as best they could.

Liam motioned Killian towards the captain’s cabin, and once they were below they began to inspect the King’s orders together. Having grabbed the satchel on his way down, Killian opened the latch as his captain broke the sovereign seal on the scrolls.

“Star charts?” Liam murmured, inspecting the first parchment closely. “I've never seen these constellations before.”

“And I’ve never seen markings like this,” Killian added, showing his brother the golden sextant that had been hidden away in the satchel. “To what strange land are we headed?”

Liam set aside the star chart and began to read the official missive. “We're going to a new land, brother,” he said excitedly. “One that requires… a pegasus sail in order to reach it!”

“A Pegasus sail?” Killian replied, incredulously. “Is that what the trunk aboard deck contains?”

“Aye!” Liam answered, his eyes continuing to scan their orders. “A sail woven from the feathers of one of the last remaining pegasus.”

“Legend has it that horse could fly.”

“Indeed.” Liam looked up from the scroll, his eyes as big as saucers. “So can we. Our orders are to fly to this new land and stop King George’s men from obtaining a weapon.”

“What sort of weapon?” Killian snatched the parchent from Liam’s hand and began reading the orders for himself, even as his captain continued to relay them.

“A plant.”

“A plant?” Killian parroted, snidely. “His Majesty wishes us to cross realms for a plant?”

“All King David knows is that George also has a pegasus sail, and plans to use it to send men to obtain that plant, which, according to the fairies, can be used as a weapon capable of terrible destruction.”

“So, what? Does he wish for us to capture the plant for ourselves?” Killian did not much like that plan. He would gladly fight his enemies, but his code demanded he fight fair. The only weapon he knew of that came from plants was poison, and the idea of using such a tactic was underhanded and loathsome. Was it not George’s use of poison against Queen Snow that had caused them to defect from the kingdom of their birth in the first place?

“No,” Liam assured him. “We are to stop George’s men from retrieving it, burn their sail, and once we’ve returned, burn ours as well, so no one can ever venture there again.”

Killian relaxed his posture, relief flooding him, along with a measure of guilt that he’d ever doubted King David and Queen Snow's intentions.

Doubts that were further laid to rest when one of the men called down from the hatch, “Lieutenant! A parcel has arrived for you. From Her Majesty the Queen!”

Both men made their way back up, and Killian took the parcel from the sailor’s hand. It was heavy and odd-shaped, with a letter attached. Handing off the parcel to Liam, so he could open the note, Killian shook out the page and read:

Dear Lieutenant,

Tinkerbelle informed me you had yet to choose an attachment for your brace. I hope you will forgive my presumption, but I thought this might be a suitable option.

The wrapping crinkled as Liam opened the parcel, exposing a shiny, silver hook, the base of which had been refashioned to fit the mechanism within his brace.

It is the very hook you used to strap yourself to that barrel, which ultimately saved your life that day. It is my hope that this hook will bring you the same favor each and every day you wear it, as it did the day you brought favor back into my own life when you first employed it.

Yours,

Queen Snow

The entire ship had gone silent, with only the snapping of the sails and splash of waves against the hull daring to compete with the Queen’s words. Sun gleamed off the surface of the hook, still held in Liam’s hand, and Killian swallowed tightly as he took it in his own. Holding it up, he considered how this seemingly inconsequential piece of equipment had changed the course of his life, and with the Law of Surprise still owed to him by the King, the greatest of those changes were as yet unknown to him. Queen Snow was right. He could think of no other attachment that would be more fitting for whatever the fates might have in store for him.

Positioning the hook into the end of the brace, he gave it a firm turn until it clicked into place, restoring a piece of himself he never thought he’d get back. Clearing his throat, Killian shifted his posture, bringing himself to full height, faced his brother, and asked, “What are your orders, Captain?”

Liam’s eyes filled with pride, but he maintained his composure in the face of their crew. “Deploy the Pegasus sail and begin charting our course, Lieutenant.”

“Aye, aye,” Killian acknowledged before addressing the crew. “Get ready to set sail, mates! Make speed!”

~/~

Killian’s boots sank into the damp sand as he followed Liam up a small hill, heading away from shore. Behind him, the rest of the scouting party fanned out, their eyes cutting through the vegetation ahead for any sign of inhabitants. Dense jungle crept towards them with towering trees and lush ferns obscuring any view they might have into the island's heart. Once they made it to the top of the berm, Liam turned to instruct his men and Killian followed suit. No sooner had Liam opened his mouth than a voice spoke up from right behind them.

“Are you two lost?”

Whirling back around with his sword drawn, Killian was astounded to find an adolescent youth staring at them curiously. Where the devil did he come from?

“You look lost to me,” the boy said with a smirk as he lazily perused the men before him, seemingly undeterred by the many swords pointed his way.

“Identify yourself, boy,” Liam commanded.

“I'm Peter Pan,” the boy stated. With a sweeping hand, he gestured towards the island and added, “I live here. Who are you?

Liam studied the boy for a moment more before sheathing his sword and signaling the rest of the men to do the same. “Captain Jones,” he replied before gesturing towards Killian. “And this is my lieutenant. We're here by order of the king.”

Killian secured his own sword, unnerved by the way the boy’s eyes lingered upon him, especially his hook, before responding to Liam’s statement.

“The king, huh? We don't have any kings in Neverland,” he informed them, then smugly added, “just me.”

“That's funny,” Liam deadpanned whilst pulling a folded piece of parchment from his vest pocket. Shaking it open, he held it up in front of the boy. “We seek this plant.” He gave the boy a moment to look at the drawing. “Now tell us, boy, where can we find it?”

Ignoring Liam’s demand, the boy plucked the parchment from Liam’s hand and inquired, “Your king sent you for this plant?”

“You know it?”

“Dreamshade?” the boy replied, his brows high upon his forehead with a glimmer Killian did not much care for sparking in his eyes. “It's the deadliest plant on the island. Your king is really ruthless.”

“It’s not like that,” Killian countered. “King David sent us here in order to prevent that plant from falling into the ruthless hands of King George. We’re here to safeguard it, not exploit it.”

The boy flicked his eyes up from beneath his brows, and the sinister smile pulling at the corners of his mouth made Killian’s blood run cold.

“Funny,” the boy drawled. “They said the same thing.”

A battle cry rang out from the treeline, followed by the sounds of foliage being snapped and trampled by a dozen or more men rushing from the brush. King George’s men descended without warning, having clearly arrived at the island before them with enough time to set up an ambush. Killian drew his cutlass and threw himself into the fray, clashing swords with an enemy whose blade was smeared with a black, sticky substance he did not recognize.

Though outnumbered, King David’s men were able to make short work of George’s. Killian surmised they must have made land on the opposite side of the island and were therefore already fatigued from their trek through the jungle, giving King David’s men the upper hand. When Killian managed to disarm the opposing captain, his hook pressed against the man’s throat as he gave the order of surrender, George’s remaining men all threw down their weapons and sank to their knees.

“Tie them up,” Killian ordered as he scanned the beach for the treacherous boy who had clearly aided in the ambush. He did not find the little miscreant, but did see his brother wincing at the water line, his hand clamped over his arm as blood oozed from beneath his fingers.

“Liam!” Killian cried, rushing to his brother’s side. “You are wounded!”

“It’s nothing,” Liam said, attempting to wave him off. “Merely a flesh wound.”

Unable to keep his balance, Liam practically fell into Killian, who wasted no time in tucking himself under his captain's arm.

“Starkey!” Killian called out, gaining their bosun’s attention. “See that the prisoners are transported back to the ship in the other dinghy. I’m taking the captain back to tend to his wound.”

“Aye, aye!” Starkey replied, ordering two of their men to accompany the captain and lieutenant back to the Jewel.

By the time Killian managed to get his brother back on board and safely within the captain’s quarters, Liam’s complexion had become sickly pale and his skin clammy. When Killian insisted on seeing the wound, Liam muttered something about Killian fussing like an old woman.

“Let me see!” Killian barked in command, taking his brother aback enough that he complied.

Rolling up his sleeve revealed a nasty gash on his forearm, but more alarming than the blood were the black streaks running along his veins beneath his skin.

“What the devil?” Killian muttered, examining the pattern branching up Liam’s arm.

“I think it was… whatever they had… coated on their… blades,” Liam said, his breathing clearly labored. “Some sort of… poison, perhaps?”

Poison.

“Dreamshade,” Killian exhaled on a panicked breath before launching himself towards the cabinets at the far end of Liam’s cabin. “There must be a cure,” he said, rifling through the bottles of potions and elixirs the fairies had supplied them with. “An antidote or magical healing potion that can--”

“Oh, you won’t find a cure in there,” a voice quipped from behind him.

Spinning around, Killian found himself face to face with the demon boy they’d met on shore. Pan.

“He'll die as soon as the poison reaches his heart.”

His callous tone had Killian seeing red. Grabbing the boy by his tunic, Killian slammed him against the steps that led up to the helm, hook at his throat as he demanded, “Tell me how to save him!”

Pan appeared more amused, excited even, than terrified, and merely hummed before confessing, “There is a way to stop him from dying.”

“Tell me,” Killian snarled, releasing Pan and taking a step back so the boy could procure something from his belt.

“Pixie dust,” Pan stated, holding up a pouch that somehow shimmered despite its dark leather exterior. “Powerful stuff, and easily capable of curing any ill. Even dreamshade.”

Killian reached out to take the pouch, but Pan toyingly pulled it away. “I must warn you,” he said in a tone of mock seriousness. “All magic comes with a price, and this dust is no exception. Don't use it unless you're willing to pay.”

“Whatever the cost. Whatever you want. It's yours,” Killian agreed.

Pan held his gaze for a second more then handed the pouch over. Killian wasted no time. After righting his brother, who was nearly slumped off his chair and unconscious, he pulled the pouch open with his teeth then poured the contents on the festering wound that was nearly black as pitch. The glittering substance shone brightly as it reacted with the poison, forcing Killian to shield his eyes.

“Brother!” Killian shouted, shaking Liam’s shoulders and willing him to wake up. “Brother!”

Jolting awake, Liam sucked in a deep breath and swallowed thickly, his eyes casting about as he got his bearings. “That's captain to you,” he croaked out cheekily when his eyes landed on Killian, attempting to assuage his brother’s concerns. Getting to his feet, he let Killian help stabilize him as he asked, “What happened?”

Relieved to see the ruddy vitality return to his brother’s cheeks and no remnant of the vile dreamshade clogging his veins, Killian chortled, “It doesn't matter. Let's pay the boy and be on our way.”

“What boy?” Liam inquired, prompting Killian to turn circles within the cabin.

“Boy!” he called out, unnerved by the way the brat seemed to appear and disappear into thin air. “What do you want?” he called out again, when suddenly, from overhead, shouts began to bellow on deck.

“Is that…”

The acrid scent hit Killian at the same time as his brother and their heads snapped towards each other as they exclaimed, “Fire!”

Scrambling up the hatch steps, they were met with chaos as the crew floundered helplessly under the flying embers of the pegasus sail, its golden plumage being consumed by flames.

“What is the meaning of this!” Liam shouted. “Who is responsible for--”

“I decided what I wanted,” a now familiar voice stated from behind. “I want this ship and a crew to serve it… and me. That’s my price.”

Dread laced with fury washed over Killian. Stepping forward he towered over the demon boy and through clenched teeth declared, “No. I never agreed to--”

“Whatever the cost. Whatever you want. It's yours,” Pan parroted his own words back to him, a self-satisfied smirk twitching at his lips that made Killian’s blood boil.

“I cannot pay you with something that is not mine to give.” Sweeping his arm out towards the men, he said, “These men’s lives are not mine to barter, and are therefore exempt from having to pay the debt I alone owe.” Casting a glance towards his brother, Killian swallowed hard before turning back to the boy. “It was my brother’s life you spared, so it is my life… my service alone that--”

“No!” Liam shouted. “Killian, don’t be a fool. None of us shall pay such a price.” It was now Liam who loomed over the boy, who appeared as bored as ever. Drawing himself up to full height, Liam commanded, “You may have taken our sail, but that does not leave us without means to leave this place.” Calling out over his shoulder, Liam bellowed, “Lieutenant! Take a contingent of men and retrieve George’s sail. Starkey! Take this miscreant to the brig.”

Killian wanted to argue, unable to shake the feeling of dread the boy’s presence wrought over him, but before he could voice his concerns Pan issued his own warning.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Captain. Your brother made a deal for the island’s magic, and all magic comes with a price. You would be wise to honor the cost.”

“Your cost is too high,” Liam sneered. “I won’t see any of my men forced into your servitude, especially my brother, simply for my sake.”

“Very well, then,” Pan quipped with a shrug. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Liam scoffed and turned his back on the boy. Setting his sights on Killian, who still had not made a move to carry out his earlier order, Liam opened his mouth to issue it again when his face purpled and a choking sound emitted from the back of his throat. Killian watched in horror as his brother collapsed, the sprawling blackness of the dreamshade once again snaking its way up the veins of his neck.

“Liam!” Killian rushed to his brother's side and gathered him in his arms. “No! No, no, no, please!”

“I did warn him,” Pan drawled in a taunting tone. “He should have paid up when he had the chance.”

“Let me pay,” Killian begged. “The deal was struck between us. You and me. I’ll stay in exchange for my brother’s life and our men’s freedom. Save him, return them all to our kingdom, and I’ll remain here. In your service. For as long as you wish.”

“And the ship?”

Killian hesitated. The Jewel wasn’t truly his to give, but surely their Majesties would value the lives of their subjects over a vessel they’d only acquired in battle.

“Aye. The ship as well.”

Crouching down in front of the brothers, Pan’s indifference to the gurgles and gasps of dying breath from the elder sprawled prone in the younger’s embrace only heightened Killian’s terror as the boy stated, “Ten years.”

“What?”

“I want to make sure the terms are clear this time,” Pan clarified. “Ten years of service from you and this ship, with no interference from your brother or your kingdom.” His cold eyes shifted down to Liam’s, which were wide and bloodshot with panic. “If you make any attempt to rescue your brother or take back this vessel, I’ll consider the deal forfeit… as well as your lives. Yours, your brothers, and anyone else who mettles. Deal?”

“Yes,” Killian agreed, desperately. “We have a deal.”

“Captain?” Pan inquired of Liam, who could only nod his consent, though reluctantly. “Excellent.”

With a wave of his hand Liam’s malady was lifted, but before Killian could assist his brother back on his feet, Pan flicked his wrist again and Liam, along with the rest of the crew, disappeared before his very eyes.

“What have you done with them?” Shooting to his feet, Killian grabbed the brat by his tunic and began shaking him violently. “Where have they gone? Tell me!”

“Relax,” Pan replied. “I’m keeping up my end of the bargain.” Turning his head, he nodded towards the far end of the coastline. “There. Your brother, fellow crewmen, and captives are there.”

Killian’s head snapped in the direction of Pan’s gaze, and he loosened his grip on the boy as a ship, King George’s ship, came into view as it rounded the coast. The main sail was not the golden color he’d expected, knowing George’s men had also used a pegasus sail to reach the island. Instead, a sail blacker than night whipped briefly until it caught the winds, billowing out towards the sea.

“What sort of dark magic…” Killian murmured beneath his breath, but the question was cut short when he witnessed the vessel begin to lift out of the waters. Scrambling to get a better view, Killian pulled his spyglass from where it was usually stowed at the helm and peered through the lens. Across the expanse he caught sight of his brother, peering back at him through his own glass. Killian’s heart constricted in his chest. He had not even the chance to say good-bye. Had not been given the opportunity to set his affairs in order. There was so much he'd wished to say, so much he’d wanted his brother to know and to impart upon others who had become important in his life.

Tinkerbelle, the other fairies, Queen Snow, King David. What would they think about the deal he’d struck? What would become of his brother and the other men when they returned without the fleet’s prized vessel? Would they be punished? Demoted? Would his actions become a millstone around their necks for the next ten years?

As the levitated vessel grew smaller and smaller, making its way through the skies, Killian could only pray that the fact that they’d been successful in thwarting George from obtaining dreamshade would be enough to satisfy the king. When at last he lost sight of the ship within the clouds, Killian lowered the spyglass and heaved a despondent sigh while choking back tears. Though he may not know the plight Pan’s service might bring him, nor the response of the king when Liam returned, one thing he did know was Misthaven’s war with King George was far from over, and he would not be there to protect his brother, fight for his sovereigns, or prove he was worthy of the boon the king had already gifted him. A boon that would go unclaimed and unfulfilled.

He supposed he ought to be grateful the Law of Surprise did not work in reverse. He would not wish this misfortune on anyone.

“There, there,” the voice he’d already come to hate patronized. Killian stiffened when the bastard approached, standing beside him and gazing out upon the Neverland waters. “Is it really so bad?”

Killian did not respond. His years of indenture taught him to hold his tongue, and though he was loath to be back in a position of servitude he would shoulder the burden and play the part of compliance, unwilling to give the demon any recourse that might alter their deal and prolong his sentence.

Wiping away the vestiges of the emotional farewell to his former life, Killian straightened his posture and faced his new master. “The ship and I are at your command. What are your orders?”

Pan smiled, a sickening expression that made Killian’s stomach churn, and circled his quarry. “I do have an errand for you, but I’m afraid it must wait until my shadow returns.”

Killian’s brows scrunched in confusion, but he said nothing.

“Until then…” Pan halted his steps and squared himself off with Killian, his hands clasped behind his back as he rolled onto his heels. “I think a makeover is in order. For you and the ship.”

“A makeover?”

“Indeed.” Snapping his fingers, Pan’s smile grew broader as Killian was knocked off kilter. Steading himself, he realized his entire wardrobe had changed. Gone were the crisp white linens and gold embroidered navy wool of his uniform. In their place was a pair of buttery soft black leather pants, a billowing, smoke-hued blouse beneath a silver garnished, corseted leather waistcoat, and an adornment of rings and pendants.

“What the devil?” Flicking his bewildered eyes to Pan, he balked when the boy extended a can of paint and brush towards him.

“Here,” he said. “I’ve seen to your makeover, you can see to the ship’s.”

“And what, exactly, am I to make over?” Killian asked through the tick in his jaw.

“Her name,” Pan declared, as though the answer were obvious. “You no longer sail the Jewel of the Realm,” he informed Killian. “From now until your service has ended, she’ll be known as… The Jolly Roger.”

Killian swallowed the bile creeping up his throat, his fist clenching at his side. “So you mean to make me a pirate.”

Pan’s gaze flicked down to the hook braced at the end of Killian’s left arm, then slowly scanned its way back up. “Oh, I think you and I both know there’s a part of you that’s always been a pirate. Now the exterior and occupation will match the man beneath.”

Anger sparked within him. How dare the little devil associate his hook, gifted to him by the Queen for what it represented to them both, with something as vile and villainous as piracy. “You know nothing about me,” Killian seethed.

“Perhaps not,” Pan shrugged. “But we’ve ten long years together. I imagine we’ll come to know one another quite well by the end of this… arrangement.” Setting the paint at Killian’s feet, Pan’s tone hardened. “Ready your ship, Captain. It’s a pirate’s life for you. For the next ten years at least.”

Killian balked at the boy’s sudden disappearance, then gave himself a moment to come to terms with all the demon had said. He was right. For better or worse, this is the deal he had struck. Picking up the can and brush, Killian made his way to the bow and with a heavy heart, rechristened the Jewel.

Later that evening, with the ship’s main sail infused by a spectre Pan referred to as his shadow, it was not the Jewel of the Realm that departed Neverland. No. The Jolly Roger set sail to complete her first mission. A mission to transport orphaned, abandoned, and truant boys from a lawless place called Pleasure Island back to Neverland. A mission carried out not by Lieutenant Killian Jones of Their Majesties’ Royal Navy of Misthaven, but by the blackguard who would come to be known as the scourge of the seas, a villain whose soul would be described as being as black and depraved as the sail he hoisted. The fearsome and reviled pirate, Captain Hook.

Part Two 

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Context for each choices

Choice 1 context. Basically Owlman, but instead of Bruce dying with Thomas and Martha, this is a Thomas who lived in a boarding school and upon hearing of the death of his parents, Thomas begins to plot his revenge. When he gets his hands on Joe Chill, he realizes there is no point because Chill is a product of his environment. He embraces crime and the insanity of Arkham. He sees his brother as a threat. The way he wastes his family's fortune to fix something that cannot be fixed. So he begins the plan to slowly dismantle everything Bruce has built. Bankrupting Wayne Enterprises, flooding Gotham with a crime wave that the city has never witnessed and when Bruce sees his city in ruins, all his progress and his Batfamily in ruins, then Thomas will kill his brother and take his place as the king of Gotham

Choice 2 Context. Damian is the Arkham Knight. Talia talked about Bruce and Talia’s night in Metropolis. So you could have a tease for Damian there. But Ra’s raised Damian and indoctrinated him. This is a Damian without Bruce’s influence and was raised to believe that Bruce is responsible for his mother’s death and together Ra’s and Damian will fulfill the LOA’s destiny. Everything leading up to learning his identity is the same(though Arkham Knight uses a sword and throwing stars instead of guns) When the mask comes off, Batman is confused due to how much he looks like him. Damian explains that he is the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. Damian blames him for the death of his mother and Ra’s Al Ghul. But if Ra’s is alive via the season of Infamy DLC. Work it into the story. Say Damian is working with Ra’s similar to how Hugo Strange was working with Ra’s. Damian names himself after the place his family died and now he wants his father dead. There’d be more emotional impact and would have made more sense than trying to convince viewers that Jason was Robin in this continuity.

Choice 3 context The Arkham Knight should have just been a symbolic title and ya know, ACTUALLY focus on the villains teaming up. The Gotham Rogues teaming up is the main threat. The reveal of the Arkham Knight being a re-skin of the Red Hood has been talked about to death. What hasn’t been talked about as much is the missed opportunity of having a game where Batman has to deal with the ramifications of the Joker’s death. Arkham Knight opens with Commissioner Gordon talking about how Gotham braced itself for the inevitable power struggle that never came. But what if it had? Instead of pushing some of Batman’s greatest villains into a few side-quests (that all played basically the same), the game’s story could have focused on the Bat Family as it fights to save Gotham. Players could have swapped between the best of Batman’s team as they tackle missions all over Gotham, the Asylum, and Arkham City. Areas visible in the game but not accessible. This would have allowed the story of the Arkham games to come full circle as players would have traveled back to locations previously seen and explored them with the changes made as the story for the games went on. Plus it would finally give all the members of the Bat Family a chance to spread their wings. We needed to see Scarecrow, Harley, Ivy, Penguin, Hush, Riddler and Two-Face work together as major threats and we needed to see Bruce and his family(Dick, Tim, Kate, Cassandra and Stephanie) work together to stop them and honestly that would’ve been so much better.

Choice 4 context.

Arkham Knight is Protocol 12. Hugo Strange works for Ra’s, but however, Let’s pay attention to this. From Quincy Sharp, he says “Strange came to me back at the asylum. He told me he had friends; powerful friends. The sort of people who could make things happen. All I had to do was turn a blind eye to his experiments, and work on my campaign. He said his friends would ensure that I won" In Strange’s confrontation with Batman. “ I have powerful friends, Batman. This is just the beginning.“ Now if you’ve watched Justice League Unlimited, you will know that Hugo Strange is a Departmental head of Project CADMUS. So What if In the Arkhamverse, Strange is still apart of Project CADMUS. While Ra’’s was the mastermind, the Arkham City project was planned by CADMUS as a start to take down Batman and Gotham, but a start to bring down the Justice League. The Arkham Knight would be Strange’s and CADMUS’ last fail safe to bring an end to Batman. The identity is not important. All we need to know is it is a CADMUS experiment and Strange’s last trump card against Batman. The Arkham Knight should have been it’s own character and not a copout to make him Jason Todd and there was so much lost potential.

Choice 5 context.

Jeremiah Arkham is the Arkham Knight. In Arkham Asylum, Quincy Sharp believed himself to be the Spirit of Amadeus Arkham. This could simply be Sharp being the zealous warden that he was but it could have set up something else. What if Jeremiah Arkham was the REAL reincarnation of Amadeus Arkham? He shares a similar story already, treating mentally unwell patients until it drove him insane. Instead of becoming the next Black Mask, he could have become the purifier of evil that Quincy Sharp tried to be: the Arkham Knight.

Choice 6 context

In Arkham City it is heavily teased that Joker and Harley had a baby. Before anyone comments about Harley’s revenge, that was actually unpopular with the fandom, so it could’ve been retconned. From a comment I found on the Arkham reddit.  “The game begins the traditional way where you lead a character around but can’t perform any actions. You control Harley who’s in shock after Joker’s death and hasn’t spoken a work since. You control her as she’s being escorted into Blackgate staying true to the prison opening setting of all the games. Joker’s death sends shockwaves across Gotham. Soon enough, her thugs break her out and they arrive at an abandoned warehouse where Harley walks in alone, she opens a shipping container and a kidnapped nurse from Arkham City walks out and pleads with her to let her go, telling her she’s done all they’ve asked. Harley agrees that she has but says that no one can know about their child yet, she shoots the nurse and the shot wakes a baby inside the container, Harley then picks it up and sings it the lullaby we hear in the Arkham City end credits. Cut to black.

But what if it isn't just one kid? What if it's twins? Lucy Quinn and Jack Quinn.

15 years later. Harley Quinn and the Arkham Knight gathers the rogues gallery. Scarecrow, Hush, Poison Ivy, The Riddler, Two-Face and The Penguin all working together to take down the Bat and make Gotham theirs. The difference is the rogues would not be used in side missions exclusively. They would work in the story mandatory similar to how Spider-Man PS4′s villains worked in the main story and we take them down one by one.

Jack will be the Arkham Knight, while Lucy infiltrates Wayne Enterprises as Lucy White and gains the trust of Bruce Wayne and allows herself to be taken hostage because Harley knows Bruce cannot allow an "innocent" be harmed and in the climax, Lucy will show her true colors and knock out Batman. Like in the climax of Arkham Knight, Bruce is taken to Arkham Asylum where this all started. But it's Harley, Jack and Lucy. They reveal the truth. Joker and Harley's children are here to avenge their father. Tim and Cassandra come to the rescue and defeat Jack and Lucy, while Bruce knocks Harley out. Arkham Knight ends with Bruce retiring and becoming Mayor of Gotham, while Tim, Dick and Cassandra would watch over Gotham

[thedragonagelesbian]

misc. theneneria 'rook' lavellan thoughts

bitterly honor-bound. she's gonna do it but she's gonna complain about it the whole time

earned the nickname 'rook' from varric all the way back in inquisition for the time she spent in leliana's tower taking care of her birds

was initially trained as a sword and board fighter, took an immediate interest in two-handed weapons the first time she saw the iron bull, and made the full transition after her joining

she was supposed to join her mother, dahlian, for the conclave but failed her first attempt to receive her vallaslin and was thus not permitted to go. the two would not see each other until after the inquisition arrived at skyhold and dahlian was named inquisitor, at which point she judged it to be safe enough for her daughter to visit

theneneria ended up waiting a year before trying to get her vallaslin again, in the hopes that dahlian would one day be able to return to the clan with her... and when she couldn't, theneneria went back alone. she chose sylaise's symbol to always carry the blessing of the hearthkeeper with her, no matter how far fate took her from her people

she returned to skyhold afterward and remained there through corypheus' defeat, but not long afterward, she and dahlian fought over dahlian continuing to be the inquisitor. theneneria disappeared that night, driven to the anderfels by foolish, youthful spite

dahlian and theneneria have only seen each other once since then, when dahlian delivered an ironbark ring she had crafted for her, which theneneria treasures above anything else she owns

'theneneria' is derived from theneras (dream) and neria (rhythm/tempo), referring to the lilting of a lullaby

among the wardens, she is a loner with a caustic tongue. her enduring loyalties to the dalish have earned her several reprimands from her superior officers, and yet her commitment to her duties is beyond reproach. she does everything that is asked for her-- and it eventually earns her leeway for her scouting missions to occasionally bring her closer to the free marches than they're supposed to

call her 'thorne' the way she's the biggest fucking thorn in solas' side. hasn't trusted him since day 1, called that shit ten years ago and has kept an ear out for him ever since (and will, presumably, continue tormenting him in veilguard)

and if she were a pathfinder character she'd be a str-based flamewarden ranger (bc. yknow. sylaise. hearth. fire.)

[ptolomia]

Poison Either Way - Chapter 1

Summary: Ivory “Ivy” Demetrius, daughter of Demeter, member of the Avengers, and Bucky Barnes’ sworn enemy. Could a two week mission in Milan mend their relationship or will it open old wounds and tear them further?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Asian!OC/Reader

Series warnings: Canon Typical Violence, war, blood, gore, death.

Chapter warnings: Flashbacks, Angst, Bucky being cruel, Bucky calls Ivy a bitch, No beta we die like Loki.

A/N: The flashback is italicised to make the reading experience smoother. Message me to be added to the taglist! Happy Reading🫶

Fury had called, instructing me to pack my things for an international mission. Though begrudgingly, I prepared for the worst, packing as lightly as I could. I sighed when I realised how late it was. Rushing into my car I made sure to inform my friend, Allie I was dropping off my cat, Salem. Once she was taken care of I began speeding to the tower.

“There ‘ya are, Ivy,” Bucky’s accent pricked at my ears. As I slipped off the elevator. “What do you want, Barnes?” the words came out with more venom than I’d intended. “Nothin’ Fury told me to come find you, he’s ready to brief us.” he says lazily.

“Avengers, you’re tasked with infiltrating the bases of a new criminal organisation called INDIGO. Your goal is to confiscate their replicas of Dr. Banner’s Hulk serum, our inside sources dictate that they’re using the radiation to create mutants set to destroy SWORD. This will allow soldiers of Thanos onto earth. Your mission will span two weeks as you will cover 1 of 3 international bases each. Ivy, you will be paired with Barnes in Milan, Roger’s and Wilson will be going to California, While Romanov and Barton handle Russia. Is this clear?” Fury’s words left me appalled. Me, and Bucky? How am I meant to spend weeks in Italy with that him? I open my mouth to object but my mouth runs dry. With a raised eyebrow Nick turns and disappears into the shadows.

As I walk up the stairs of our jet I can’t help but remember how cheerful everyone else was. Natasha and Clint boarded their flight joking about their days in budapest while Sam and Steve walked side by side. It was bizarre, there I was sitting on a private jet, across from the only person on the team I despised. I would’ve been perfectly happy with anyone but him, and still. Fury stuck me with him in a misguided attempt to soften our relationship. He’s wrong, there is no “softening” my relationship with Bucky, not after what he said about me, not after he shattered my soul.

Hungary - 2018

My first international mission, I was paired with Bucky and I couldn’t’ve been happier. I’d been harbouring a feelings for him for months. The weeks we spent together had allowed hope to bloom in my chest. I began thinking that romance was blossoming between us. That was until the pinnacle of our mission came.

We’d successfully made it into HYDRA’s Hungarian base, taking down several of their agents before their tech room erupted in flames. The grenade they had set off filling my lungs with smoke. I scrambled to find Bucky, he had to be here somewhere, he was my partner after all. He had to be here!

Jumping through the broken glass I stumbled down the hallway, opening all of the doors before fire could engulf them. I had to find him damn it! My patience wore thin as I reached the end of the hall, one last door, one last chance to find him before we burnt to death.

I jumped into the office, relieved to find Bucky sprawled on the couch by the balcony. I held him up, dragging us to the balcony where Sam could easily see us and send help our way.

In the helicopter I held onto him, “Ivy, please.” he said squeezing my hand lightly. Using my powers, I asked the medic to let me mend the gash on his forehead. He looked up at me, smiling lightly as i started to pinch his skin back together. I hadn’t noticed the way my venom slowly seeped into him. It wasn’t until the all familiar seizing began that I realised what I’d just done. I held him tight, stilling him as the medic injected him with an antitoxin.

When he came to we were in a hospital room, 5 hours later. When he gained the strength to open his eyes he practically leered at me, “What did you do you bitch?!” his words pierced straight through my heart. “Bucky liste-” he cut me off immediately, “No! Why would I listen to you? You almost killed me! I trusted you and you poisoned me!” he said, his hands still shaking. He yelled at me, instructing me to leave immediately, so I did, abandoning the flora of hope that blossomed within me alongside him.

The memory left as Bucky snapped his fingers at me. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow wordlessly. “What’s got you twisted?” he asked unamused. “Nothing, I was just thinking about all the ways I’m gonna make this mission miserable for you.” I smiled, masking the ache in my chest. “Yeah? Try not to kill me this time, that way you have someone to keep miserable.” He rolled his eyes at me, standing to get a drink.

[theofficersacademy]

The arrival of the Great Tree Moon heralds the new year, and with it farewells and welcomes as graduating students' dormitories are now filled in with new ones. Wherever you look, the halls of Garreg Mach are bustling, and the spring season's blooming flowers signal a hope for prosperous new beginnings. The past year had finished in peace, and those who come to make their first visit to the Goddess pray such tranquility continues. As the calendar swaps out from one year to the next, how will you come to be in these coming seasons? Shall you shift with the passage of time or shall you find yourself standing perfectly still, the same as you were in the time leading up until now?

No matter what life throws at you, you do not walk it alone. Do say hello to the faces that surround you, new and old, in preparation for the unpredictable future before you, won't you?

The monastery halls are bustling with fervor as both new blood and the old guard prepare for the challenges to come.

Mission: Prepare for the Academic Year!

Welcome back, everyone. The mission board for the next two months will be a special Anniversary mission board open to everyone regardless of affiliation, with tasks created by you! What’s more, each task will grant a skill point. 4 more tasks will be added in October, so stay tuned!

Mission Task Board

Students in the cafeteria have decided to make a game of eating their fruits and veggies—which is to say, instead of simply eating their food as a cooked ingredient or a snack between classes, many of them have decided to make it a game! Inspired by the ninja of Hoshido, it is called: Produce Slicer! Students compete to slice the most food in just a minute, earning bragging rights for being the top scorer. The staff don’t seem to be too fond of all the mess though—are you on the side of the game or the dining hall staff who have to clean up afterwards? [Grants Sword +1]

It appears a group of monster hunters is visiting Garreg Mach, known for their unconventional use of glaives that utilize secondary automatons to control the battlefield. With dozens of heads on their walls, the group has invited those at the monastery to join them on a hunt. But, why is it that this creature seems to have a consciousness that rivals that of yours? And why is it pleading for you to help it? [Grants Lance +1]

As the chill leaves Fódlan with the coming of spring, in comes the prime time for flower viewing. A nearby town boasting of their beautiful blooms subsequently finds itself in a pickle: namely, it has been discovered that these trees are highly invasive, and the order has gone out for them to be cut down immediately. Are you here to catch a glimpse of something you may never see again, or have you been sent to get to work? [Grants Axe +1]

You've heard it here first, folks: time to show which house is the best. Sign up here and show pride in your class by picking up your very own paint-filled arrows! Who can paint the monastery in their glorious house colors before the twelve hours are up (or the administration shuts it down)? The rules are up in the air, but one thing is clear: color your opponents in your paint and earn extra points for each building that is defaced in the name of school pride! [Grants Bow +1]

Guess what? It’s bandits! Standard routine at this point, right? No problem, you and your squad grab your trusty weapons and head off to put a stop to their crimes… except the villains evidently came more prepared than you, and the next thing you know, your equipment is all gone! It looks like you guys may have gotten a bit too complacent. Only one way to get out of this in one piece - in the absence of your sword and spear, your fists must be enough. [Grants Gauntlet +1]

A noblewoman from Adrestia is pleading that you rescue her wife, who she claims hasn’t aged a day in nearly a decade and is not the person she fell in love with. She believes dark magic is at work and the portrait painted of her wife has the woman’s soul sealed inside, which seems to only grow more and more grotesque with each passing day. [Grants Reason +1]

Studies at the academy are all about preparing oneself for the future, and this consideration has led to an exercise on…parenting! A lucky few students and professors have been chosen to raise awareness for a monumental new program. Assigned with caring for a magically powered doll that requires rocking, reassuring, and cosseting (that will totally not scream and cry at set intervals through the night) what will you and your aptly dubbed ‘partner’ do to meet the challenge? Or will mommy and daddy fumble the diaper bag completely? [Grants Faith +1]

Welcome to Sir Donald's, where the customer is always right, and it is YOUR very first day on the job! At Sir Donald's, we pride ourselves on providing our busy customers with food that they can easily take on the go, and it is up to YOU the precious employee to provide them that quick service they need. We understand that this may be a tad difficult with our recent severe understaffing problems, but in this fast-paced environment, we believe in our employees' ability to rise to these kinds of challenges and soar above them! (OR ELSE) [Grants Authority +1]

You wouldn't have expected snow so late in the year, but on a journey out it began to kick up a storm and now you're trapped on a mountain trail during a blizzard! Thankfully, there's someone else with you, and you quickly manage to build a shelter to ride out the storm overnight before picking up your journey home in the morning. But...uh-oh...it seems that when you packed, you had warmer temperatures in mind, because there's only one blanket! Are you too proud to ask to share, or are you the stingy type that wants to keep the warmth all to yourself? [Grants +1 Heavy Armor +1]

The arrival of spring brings with it new life and new opportunities: the time has come for the Academy to proudly welcome their first litters of wolf pups! Though currently they are little more than clumsy whimpering balls of fluff, they will one day serve as mounts for the new generation of Wolf Knights. Their health must be maintained, their condition perfect, and their first manners taught as soon as possible. Offer your time and attention to the task… or just play with cute puppies when the Knights aren’t looking. [Grants Riding +1]

One can be an accident, two an unlucky coincidence - but when a third pegasus returns to the monastery with arrow wounds in its legs, it becomes clear that someone is targeting the monastery patrols on purpose. The time has come to launch an investigation, find the troublemaker and make them stop. Unfortunately, it looks like they're crafty and well-hidden, not attracted by any other distraction. You and your trusty flying partner may have no choice but to use yourselves as bait. [Grants Flying +1]

A new attraction has cropped up on the scene called a ‘maid cafe’ and attention for its eccentric details has been rising! Cute faces adorned with frilly dresses and cat eared headbands serve various menu items to the populace, but many attendees have come instead for the opportunity to be surrounded by so many concentrated sources of cuteness at once. What’s more: the cafe is hiring part timers! Will you come to check it out and poke fun at your hired acquaintances? Or participate in the modish experience yourself? Whether your aim is blackmail or sincere interest, the Garreg Mach Maid Cafe is waiting! [Grants Any Skill +1]

Frequently Asked Questions

These aren’t the only threads I can do, right?

Of course not! These are just prompts to help give some ideas of possibilities. You’re always free and encouraged to make up your own threads.

How do I claim the skill points?

In order to qualify for the skill point, the thread must clearly allude to the listed task and preferably feature the task being completed. However, you can still claim the skill point if your characters narratively fail. You do not need to message the masterlist to claim your skill point.

Can I only do one task?

Nope, you can do as many as you’d like with as many different partners as you’d like! You can do the same task with more than one person! However, you can only claim any skill points once. Remember to use (and track!) the #toa open tag for any open threads, and you can also post a link to your open thread on the appropriate Discord channel! If you have any other questions or concerns, shoot us a message through the masterlist or on Discord!

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

From the Ashes Pt.17

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Selmy & Tyrion POV

Words: 2262

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Lady Ashara Dayne was as beautiful as the day Barristan had first met her. The most beautiful woman in the entire world, at least in his eyes. There was an undeniable flutter in his chest as his palms began to develop a film of sweat. And it wasn’t due to the Dornish heat. Even little Tyrion gazed at the mistress of Starfall with enchanted eyes. Their journey through the Red Mountains had been long and excruciating as the glare of the sun bore down on them. Only to be relieved when they neared the shores of the cooling Summer Sea.

Playful lilac eyes that reminded him of the Targaryens, Ashara welcomes them with open arms. “This is quite the surprise. To what do I owe the honor of this visit? I hope it doesn’t have to do with my brother.” Her smile falls. “Arthur is okay, right?”

Barristan purses his lips in uncertainty. “To be honest I do not know, my lady. I have heard no news on Rhaegar’s front.”

Concern filled her pretty face but she relented with a nod. “I see. Knowing Arthur I can only assume that he is doing okay. . .”

“He is one of the best knights in all of Westeros.” Tyrion happily points out.

“Ah, I see you have acquired yourself a young squire.” Ashara smiles down at Tyrion. Nothing on her face showed displeasure at the sight of the dwarf which surprised Tyrion.

“Yes. This is Vaiko Hill.”

“A strong name.” Her long dark hair falls over her shoulder like a silk curtain. It made Tyrion perk up and shyly blush.

“My lady, I’m afraid this visit isn’t one of leisure.” Solemnly, Barristan breaks the news of their mission and shows Ashara the chest they are to deliver to Essos.

She examines it, running her hands over the worn out wood and metal trim. “You have not mentioned to whom you would be delivering such an important package to. If it were for anyone normal surely you would have just left through Blackwater Bay, yes?”

Barristan became all too aware of Tyrion’s presence. “I have been given instructions not to say the recipient’s name. It’s a rather delicate situation.”

Ashara was smart. Much smarter than Barristan gave her credit for. “You must understand my hesitation to let you board one of my ships. You have still allied yourself to Aerys, the man my brother is trying to overthrow. What if this item is meant to destroy the efforts of Arthur and the rest of Rhaegar’s army? I can’t let that happen. My family comes first, Ser. I will not take part in my own brother’s undoing.” There was no need for a sword to make Ashara fierce. One of many reasons why Starfall was left in her care since her nephew Edric was too young to rule. When she wanted, she could emanate fear. It reminded Selmy of the young Cersei Lannister; lovely yet there was a terrifying aura about them.

It made Barristan swallow back the immediate nerves that had surfaced. “This matter has nothing to do with the war, I swear on it.”

His words do little to convince her as she stands her ground. “Then you won’t mind if I join your company to Essos.”

Gawking now, he stammers over several excuses. “My lady, I assure you-”

“Your assurance means little to me. Not when I know that you are still loyal to the Mad King.”

Tyrion squirmed beside his knight as he felt the storm of tension brewing over head. A fact that Tyrion had forgotten was that Selmy was indeed still loyal to the current crown. If the rumors he heard were true, then Aerys had a hand in (y/n)’s death. He felt the tips of his ears grow warm as anger settled in. The man he had been traveling with for weeks was in charge of protecting a monster. His sister was dead and Barristan was shielding the murderer. How could he have forgotten? Truth be told, Tyrion quite enjoyed traveling with the older knight. They got along fairly well and Tyrion was enthralled by the stories he told. Barristan was the father Tyrion never had. How could he continue to follow this man though when his liege possibly murdered his beloved sister? It would be a dishonor to her memory.

He couldn’t say any of that out loud. At least not in front of Ashara. He wasn’t Tyrion Lannister. He was a bastard with a name of a hero he had read about in a Valyrian story. Even though it pained him, Tyrion kept his mouth shut and glared down at his leather boots.

With a grimace and a reluctant sigh, Barristan agreed. She would find out sooner or later who he’d be traveling to. As would Tyrion.

Satisfied, the smile returns to Ashara’s face. “It’s settled then. We leave for Essos tomorrow morning. Oh! Both of you must have had quite a long journey. Lets get you some food and a comfortable bed.”

“How long will you be gone for?” Allyria asks her older sister. Young Edric Dayne had attached himself to Vaiko like a lost duckling. Vaiko didn’t seem to mind too much as he entertained the lordling with tales of his journey while his master washed up. The sisters watched them as they spoke quietly to one another.

A few of Starfall’s knights, when hearing Vaiko tell Edris how Selmy was teaching him the art of the blade, wanted to test the dwarf’s skills. Unafraid, he wielded a makeshift sword made of wood. He showed off the stances that Barristan the Great had showed him, earning a stare of admiration from Edric.

“I don’t know. A month possibly.”

That causes Allyria to groan. “Why did you have to insist on going?”

Ashara crosses her arms in front of her chest. “I am doing my part in protecting our brother. We can’t trust him if he still allies himself with Rhaegar’s enemy.” Then in a softer tone she adds “I don’t want to lose another brother, Allyria. I won’t be able to survive. . .”

Allyria’s heart melted and she wrapped her arms around her sister. “I know. Adriyan died too soon.”

Returning her sister’s embrace, Ashara sighs. “I can’t do much, but at least I can keep an eye on Aerys’ most trusted knight. Make sure that he truly won’t do anything that could make the war end in Aerys’ favor.”

She nods, lavender eyes cast to their clasped hands as Allyria ran her thumb over one of Ashara’s rings. A shiny opal in the shape of a multi-pointed star, the same one she had on her pinky. “It can be a dangerous journey.”

That didn’t deter Ashara as she lets go of Allyria’s hands. “The world can be a dangerous place. However, it can also be an exciting one filled with adventure.”

“At least try to be careful. I know you can be reckless at times.”

It makes her older sister laugh. “Of course. I intend on returning to Starfall. Make no mistake about that, Allyria.”

Returning to observing the two young boys, Allyria finds herself frowning. “Is that really Ser Selmy’s squire?”

“Vaiko? Yes.”

“Is he. . .”

Ashara already knew what her sister was thinking. “Yes. That doesn’t seem to stop him though. I quite admire little Vaiko. As far as I know, there has never been a dwarf squire let alone a knight. I’m eager to get to know him better.”

“I hope the boy prospers under Selmy’s tutelage.”

“If anyone can make Vaiko a true knight, it’s Barristan Selmy. The only other man who could possibly beat Arthur in a duel.”

A sly coil of a smile sneaks up on Allyria. “Oh? What about your northern lordling?”

She refuses to meet Allyria’s teasing grin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Chin atop the back of her hand, Allyria knew she had cornered her. “I suppose you wouldn’t be interested then in Ned’s most recent act of bravery.”

Try as she may, Ashara couldn’t keep up the facade of disinterest. “I’m sure its an enthralling story.”

A handmaid shortly came in to announce that supper was ready.

Watching the dock hands load the cargo onto the ship, Ashara gazes at the horizon of the Summer Sea. Seagulls wailed above, pestering fish below as they dove into the blue water. A small layer of fog covered the dock in the early morning, bringing a slight chill to Ashara’s bare shoulders. Her intent gaze watched as Selmy carried the chest he had showed her. What was in there? From when she had examined it, there was no latch or even padlock.

An excited Tyrion follows close behind Barristan, the thumping his boots made against the wooden deck sent tremors in his chest. He had never been on a ship before. Whenever he did travel it was always by carriage, to keep him hidden from public view. The vast ocean ahead of him looked daunting at first. Deep breaths soothed any fear he had. Tyrion would prove to his father that he could do this.

A pat on his shoulder startles him and Tyrion quickly turns to find Barristan. Behind him, Ashara is making her way aboard with a few Starfall knights that would be accompanying her for safety.

“Are you sure it’ll be okay that Lady Dayne is accompanying us?”

Not liking the idea much either, Barristan sighs. “It shouldn’t make much of a difference. From here it will be a straight voyage to Volantis. She’s rightfully suspicious.”

The question was out of his mouth before Tyrion could reel it back in. “Why are you still in the Kingsguard?” Aerys is a bad man. Everyone knows how unstable he is.” Resentment was laced in there and looking at Tyrion’s cold eyes made Barristan feel uncomfortable. The real question was ‘why do you still protect my sister’s murderer?’

“I took the oath before Aerys became king. Under his father Jahaerys. A lifelong vow of loyalty. As long as I am alive, I am to defend and protect whoever sits on the Iron Throne. No matter what. . . To do otherwise would be treasonous.” He tried to explain to Tyrion, but even Selmy knew how pathetic it sounded. He resented himself for still serving Aerys, what could he do though? If he were to go back on his oath, Selmy would possibly be stripped of his knighthood; even executed.

“Your vow is more important than your morality.” Flatly claimed Tyrion.

Irked, he glares at the young boy. “What do you know of morality? You’re just a boy.”

“That may be so, but I know the difference between right and wrong.” Briefly he remembers Cersei’s voice talking quietly with another. Scheming and plotting. That is what Tyrion heard throughout Casterly Rock when he was left to his own devices. Supporting a man that killed innocent people on a whim was definitely wrong.

Before Selmy could even come up with a reply, Ashara interrupts them. “The captain says the weather bodes well for us. If the winds are kind we should be there in a week or two.”

Barristan stiffly nods. “Thank you, my lady. We couldn’t do this without you.” From the dock he could make out Allyria Dayne and the pale haired Edric who happily waved at the ship’s passengers. “Will Starfall be okay without you?”

“Do not worry about Starfall. It is in good hands.”

The yelling of the dockhands up to the crew alerts them that the ship is about to set sail. A childish sense of wonder seizes Tyrion as he watches the sailors hurriedly get to work. The hubbub of commands was enthralling as they stood off to the side.

“Is this your first time sailing, Vaiko?”

“Yes my lady.” His glittering eyes are still trained on the busy crew. The joy of a child was infectious as both Ashara and Barristan enjoyed gazing at Tyrion. Another painful reminder to the knight of the boy’s restricted upbringing. He was experiencing so much; things that anyone else at that age had already experienced.

“Why do you look sad?” Her question makes Selmy jump partially as he had been stuck in his own melancholy thoughts.

He tells the partial truth. “Before becoming my squire, Vaiko didn’t have a good life. His father resented him due to his dwarfism and hid him away from the world.”

Brows furrow looking at the happy boy now. “How terrible. Some people are so small minded, especially in Westeros.”

Not disagreeing with that statement, guilt starts to ebb at him; recalling how Tyrion had glared at him accusingly moments ago.

Sailing away from Starfall’s docks, it soon becomes but a small blur behind them. Now for the difficult part of their journey. Sitting and doing nothing for a week. It’ll at least give Tyrion a good opportunity to practice his sword play and maybe Selmy could teach him how to properly utilize that small knife of his as well. In a fight, a knife wasn’t completely useless, just tricky and possibly dangerous if one doesn’t know what they’re doing. The most important thing was adapting to Tyrion’s height and teaching him how to utilize it to his advantage. Barristan prided himself on his patience that helped greatly in figuring out a proper training lesson for Tyrion. He would not fail this boy like his father had. When they returned to Westeros, Tyrion would have everything he needed to survive on his own.

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[dutchessofcaladan]

Pirates of the Caribbean: Wrath of the Kraken

Chapter 1

Chapter 2! I hope you guys are enjoying this story! As always, thank you to @phantomoftheparadise0002 for beta-reading this!

Summary: When Jack recruits Smith to help him find the lost relics of Cortez, their mission doesn't go as planned when they run into terrors and joys from their past, ultimately witnessing the resurrection of the Dutchman...and her beloved Captain.

TW: Slight Violence

Looking up at the night sky, Smith carefully watched the stars.

"Captain?" Murtogg question, standing as straight as a board.

"Aye?" Smith didn't take her eyes off the stars.

"I was wonderin' if Mullroy and I could, uh, releave you of your current duties as helmsman."

Smith sighed. She knew Murtogg wasn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart. When she became overly tired or stressed, she had a habit of snapping at anyone who even breathed to loudly.

Nodding, she beckoned him to the wheel. "Follow that line of stars there." She ordered, indicating the "map". "Do not change course until we reach the island at that point there." She pointed to the last star.

"Aye." Murtogg nodded as Smith descended the stairs and entered the Captain's Cabin.

Smith stumbled slightly as she attempted to not trip over the piles of treasure that littered the cave, her and Hector's swords clashing with Jack's.

Placing the stolen coin in his hand, Jack sliced his palm, allowing his blood to seep onto the coin before tossing it to Will.

Noticing this, Smith and Hector aimed their guns at Elizabeth, who was running their way.

Freezing at the sound of a gunshot, Elizabeth's eyes went wide.

Knowing they hadn't fired, Smith and Hector looked at Jack, who had his gun aimed at Hector, a cold look of revenge on his face as the smoke cleared.

"Ten years ye carry that pistol and now ye waste you're shot." Hector taunted, gun still aimed at Elizabeth.

"He didn't waste it!" Will shouted from atop the treasure mound where the chest sat.

Hector and Smith watched as he dropped the remaining coins into the chest, blood dripping from his hand.

Elizabeth smiled at her lover, amazed at how he and Jack were able to outsmart Barbossa.

Dropping his weapons, Hector opened his coat, he and Smith watching as a river of blood seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Smith's heart thundered in her chest as a wave of tears flooded her eyes, her body refusing to move.

A mix of emotions flitted across Barbossa's face. Relief. Shock. Acceptance. "I feel," he breathed, "cold." As the word left him, his body fell limp against the heap of treasure behind him, an apple falling from his hand into the crevice between the rocks.

Dropping her weapons, Smith fell to her knees at her dead lover's side. "No." She sobbed, placing her hands on his chest and shaking him. "You're gonna wake up, right?" She asked, her tears beginning to spill onto the blood-stained fabric. "You have to wake up."

Once the realization of what had happened set in, she slowly turned to Jack, her breath coming out in short, angry huffs.

"You." She growled. "You will pay for this."

As she reached for her pistol, a white hot pain ran through her. Looking down, she saw the blade of a sword poking through her stomach.

As the sword was removed, Smith's corpse fell back against Barbossa's, revealing Will, a bloodied sword in his hand.

Jerking awake, Smith felt of her stomach, expecting to feel the blade of Will's sword, but finding nothing at all. Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she stood up from the bed and went to the window, looking up at the stars.

"Stole him heart, you did."

Jumping, Smith turned to face Calypso.

"What?" She panted, failing miserably at calming her rapid heart.

"Barbossa." The Goddess stated bluntly. "Him told me. Him told me all about you." She smiled.

"What did he say?"

"Not'ing to personal." Calypso reassured. "It after he t'reaten me. Say if I do not bring you back he drive a sword t'rough my heart." Placing a hand over her heart, she put on a pained expression. "I tell him I bring you back. Not because of his t'reat, no...because man cannot live without him heart. If man try to live wit'out him heart-"

"It will turn him into a monster." Smith finished. "Like what happened with Davy Jones."

"You will not speak dat name!" Calypso roared, a look of great pain on her face.

"But it's true, isn't it?" Smith moved closer. "You took away Davy Jones' heart by cursing him to be Captain of the Dutchman for so long. You took him away from the thing he loved most...you."

Straightening her posture, a look of fear on her face, she vanished as the seas became rough, dark clouds blocking the stars.

"MAELSTROM!"

Smith ran from the cabin and into the pouring rain, instantly becoming soaked as she stared at the swirling pool in front of them.

"JACK!" She screamed. "IT'S CALYPSO!"

As soon as her name was uttered, something began to rise from the maelstrom. A ship.

Recognizing the now visible bow, Jack and Smith ordered their crews to steer the ship away.

"HIGH TO PORT! GATHER WAY! KEEP HER TRIM!" She ordered.

The ragged sails of the drenched ship were beginning to become visible.

Running up the stairs, Smith pushed Murtogg, taking the helm. Turning the wheel sharply to the left, pulling the Revenge out of the maelstrom.

Panting, Smith watched as the rest of the ship emerged from the swirl of water.

Jack's eyes widened in horror. The name Dutchman the only thing leaving his lips.

[swordsmanoftranquility]

Monthly Plotting (Hi Dashers o/)

Zihark (here!)

Mission Board (Requires Golden Deer UwU)

LANCE +1 [TAKEN: TIBARN]

DEAD MAN: Well shit. That can't be good. [TAKEN: N/A]

(Old) AXE +1: Reasonably, he is concerned that miners may be trapped in there without reports of them going dying or getting injured because anyone else is barred from entry. Blease… he just wants to know if they are safe. [TAKEN: N/A]

(Old) HEAVY ARMOR +1: Heavy (lol) eyebrow raise at Margrave Edmund’s claims that this is totally safe for everyone. If there are pirates, he’ll eliminate them though. Best to keep the waters safe. [TAKEN: N/A]

(Old) FAITH +1: Narrows eyes at maidens being scorched to death by flames. Does the goddess of this land really have the right to pass judgement so easily like that? [TAKEN: N/A]

Non-Mission Board

RIDING +1 [TAKEN: ROLF]

PHOTOBOX [TAKEN: MINERVA]

Nothing for the moment, but feel free to contact me if anything strikes your fancy either on the task board or just as a regular thread.

Kurthnaga @goldoanheart

Mission Board (Is Deer UwU)

LANCE +1: It would be funny. Not for him, for me. [TAKEN: N/A]

ROUNDTABLE [TAKEN: EDELGARD]

(old) AXE +1: I mostly just want the point lmao. But also Kurthnaga probably has the subtle sneaking skills of like. an elephant. Please help him [TAKEN: N/A]

(old) HEAVY ARMOR +1: the ocean? weeee boat !!! let us have a boat adventure 🫴 (and hopefully not have any pirate encounters) [TAKEN: N/A]

Non-Mission Board

ROOMMATES [TAKEN: RAJAION]

RIDING +1 [TAKEN: ELIWOOD]

Nasir @yukyunotabibito

Mission Board (Is Deer UwU)

LANCE +1 [TAKEN: BEOWOLF]

DEAD MAN [TAKEN: ISHTAR]

ROUNDTABLE: Heh. He would excel here. Put him in coach. [TAKEN: N/A]

Non-Mission Board

RIDING +1: [TAKEN: LAYLEA]

(old) BOW +1 : Hunting seems like it would be easy for a dragon, doesn’t it? Not that he is… I'm sure with all of his travelling, he’s had to hunt for his own food before 😂 come on [TAKEN: N/A]

SWORD +1 [TAKEN: EDWARD. MIKOTO.]

Please dm me on discord (lightorflight) or directly on the relevant blog so I can keep my ducks in a row.

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Day 1 - Portrait

Aurelle was always happy to accompany Tataru on her gossip-runs to the markets and boutiques of Ishgard.

Even with her focus on that wider mission, the Lalafell excelled at spotting and pointing out little pieces of Aurelle’s personality in the fashions and accessories on display, and then at bullying her into purchasing said items as a ‘little treat’. And no vendor would be ripping her off on the shrewd coinmaster’s watch either.

But not even Tataru could protect her from the window displays of the city’s most prominent art shop as it turned into view, a wooden board on the street proudly inviting people to “Take home a stunning rendition of Ishgard’s Saviour today!”

Aurelle stumbled against the cobblestones, thankfully righting herself before gravity could claim her in full. “What is… What is that?” she spluttered, directing the Lalafell’s growing bemusement towards the true target.

And Tataru’s immediate burst of laughter told her that said target had been well and truly clocked. “It’s you!” she shrieked, delighted, hands on her cheeks. “I suppose it’s only natural… people here have much more time for art again. And with a new source of inspiration thrown in to boot!”

They drew closer to the display, to the many and varying attempts at her likeness. Backdrops of dramatic vistas and azure skies. The subject, the… her, kitted out in all sorts of extravagances and fineries, smiling benevolently at the viewer or radiating a stoic confidence she had surely never known, or letting out a fierce roar with a mighty sword held high.

Aurelle had never held a sword in her life…

“Not the most practical of outfits, some of these,” Tataru mused as she surveyed the sea of compositions, some of them taking far more artistic liberties than others. “I’ve finally gotten Alphinaud into a proper coat, don’t you start getting silly ideas now.”

Aurelle laughed even as her cheeks warmed, assuring Tataru that there was nothing to worry about in that regard. Whoever these strange, confident, powerful women were, they were certainly malms away from the one standing before them.

For the Junelezen Challenge 2023

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 8

Amaro x Calamari ( @hottopicabbacchio & @corpsoir ) vs Iphi, the goddess of sacrifice x Jack Sinclair ( @kira-the-whump-enthusiast )

who makes up your ship?:

amaro (he/him, by hottopicabbacchio) calamari (he/they, by corpsoir)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Amaro used his stand (make you fall in love) on a lot of people, Calamari came around and he used his stand on them for one night too, but Calamari kept coming back after the effect wore off so Amaro continued to use his stand for a bit being afraid of him leaving/because he thought it would be fun. Eventually, Amaro realized that he had stopped using his stand on Calamari and actually fell in love with them. They have a good 3 year run where they're together and fine and in love UNTIL. one day going on a job for information (mafia business), Amaro is talking/flirting some of the information out of the guy theyre after and Calamari over hears some guys talking about how "Amaro is after another one" and how they had been affected by his stand power before. It gets Calamari thinking if Amaro had used his stand on them before (yes, but only at the beginning) and they start thinking that the whole relationship had been a lie. They get in a big argument - Calamari confronting Amaro while Amaro desperately tried to prove to Calamari he hadn't been using his stand for years - and they end up breaking up. After about a month, Amaro gets worried about not seeing Calamari around and goes to their apartment that he still haa the spare key too and goes inside to find him. Instead, he finds a mess and Calamari eating cold pizza in an empty bathtub alone. Calamari half agrees for Amaro to stay and help them clean, which they assume and know thats the only reason they would have come, and doesnt believe Amaro about their relationship no matter what he tries to say. Over time - a cleaning session maybe once a week or so with Calamari making as little talk to Amaro as possible and Amaro just wanting to make things right again - Calamari suddenly realizes that he might be falling in love with Amaro again and confronts him about using his stand again and tells him to show her to them. Amaro had made a vow to himself to not use his stand around Calamari ever again, but caves and shows Calamari that the swords (where his stand power is) are all still there. Currently, they are working on getting back to how they were before, but there is still Issues and Problems <3 They both want it back but Calamari still cant trust Amaro but Amaro had never been in love with someone like that before

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4AcBeDHX48BYcmdda13KNL?si=fkg9IR4NT5Klw4bUt-0QoQ&utm_source=copy-link playlist by hottopicabbacchio, character tags on both op blogs under amaro avvoltoio and calamari pavone

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who makes up your ship?:

Iphi, the goddess of sacrifice, and Jack Sinclair, her loyal servant

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Iphi is a machine of a goddess, and thousands of years ago she decided that she needed a little help. So she found Jack Sinclair, and they talked and eventually Jack fell in (non romantic) love with Iphi. And then Iphi manipulated them into giving up their physical body and independence to be with her for eternity! Iphi quite literally has completely control over Jack's mind. They've lived for thousands of years, but they haven't actually been conscious for the vast majority of it because Iphi literally keeps them in a state of subdued consciousness when she doesn't need them for anything. When she has a mission she'd like Jack to carry out, that's when they're given control of their mind back. And yet they're still bound to her orders, and well, she's a goddess. She's always watching. And Jack sees nothing wrong with this! Because they love her so much. They would do everything for her, let the world crumble if it would make her even the smallest bit happy. Jack is willing to and has killed and tortured for their love. Their personality has been,,, tampered with, somewhat. Iphi made sure to exacerbate the love they felt to the point of total obsession and undeding devotion. They'd do anything and everything for her. They don't know that she made them that way. Iphi has gotten her perfect servant, and Jack can't be anything but happy to be that.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

I have like two songs. Your Body, My Temple by Will Wood and Haunt, The Cartoon Heart by Bear Ghost. Mostly from Jack's perspective.

[pollard-zero]

so i havent finished rywd but i feel so bad for the merc! i wanna be like leave my child alone! leave my grown, memory fucked, shady ass, violent child alone!!!

have you played all three chapters yet? tell me about neo! i saw neo was with dante and jax? is that separate routes or a polyam? [i havent checked the blog in ages so idr what's what, but i am starting to again]

NEO…. MY FAVORITE (bc they’re the one we’re talking abt at the moment) CHILD……

neo is . quite honestly. fucking insane lmaooo LIKE,,, the merc just is Like That to a certain extent but neo . Enjoys it ?? they get off (not literally…. unless? 🫢) on being seen as orla’s unpredictable attack dog and love to live up to their reputation of being the most unhinged bitch on the block

oh but they’re not cruel. like yeah they may have cut that dude’s dick off in the old demo but he def had it coming !!! it’s not their fault !!! they’re all abt the thrill of the hunt but they’re v swift to handle of dispatching someone once they’ve caught them. I’m sure there’s cases where they could be convinced to take their time and enjoy it tho :) (but it would take smth P Fucking Bad happening first)

fun fact: their color association is yellow !! we’re using orange for this bc tumblr hates us but. their hair is bright yellow and they also wear the star shades 🤩 so it really stands out against their otherwise all-black wardrobe. it’s fun bc it plays even more into their Dangerous identity (caution signs, venomous animals, etc)

they do NOT care abt cars !!! they like motorcycles (bc they’re hotter) which absolutely drives jax nuts but . one day he’ll get to see them dramatically race in, park their bike and take off their helmet to flip out their hair and Then He’ll Understand. I see the vision

their weapons are the two glocks and they’re absolutely doing echo’s little side quest to get that sword bc HELLO !!!!! it’s a fucking cool sword !!!!!

sex vice !!! but they’re v much Not above doing literally anything that they want. which maybe would explain why we let them do drugs before their most recent mission lmao BUT IT’S FIIIINE !!!! everything is totally chill and neo is just here having a good time 😎

they always enter the club as a sinner <3 we like to have it in mind that they got saint stamped once and jax poked fun at them during the weapons check (and orla did (1) little smirk-chuckle when they went to see her) and so now they only say sinner bc what the Fuck guys !!!!

and we Have played all three chapters !!! we’ve been keeping up w rywd since the blog first dropped (which is why we’re v Hmmmm 🤨 abt dante bc like…. I remember what u did in the old demo bitch…. we literally Just played it again….)

jax and dante are tragically two different routes 😞 jax’s poly option is w orla and while I love her and can’t wait to see more of her it’s just not really a relationship we can see neo getting tangled up in ?? not bc she’s their boss or anything but just bc like . they love the push and pull from jax. and they feel Weird abt dante being nice but kinda?? also want him to keep it up?? and she doesn’t offer them either of those really.

annnd just as a special bonus: from their pinterest board :)

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Guardian

S.C.I

Killer and Healer

Outcast

Detective Samoyeds

My Roommate is a Detective

Ultimate Note

Hikaru No Go

Heroes

Novoland: Eagle Flag

Murder Notes

Evil Minds

Cross Fire

Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Stand by Me

Stay with Me

The Haunting

Adventures of Young Detectives

Tientsin Mystic

Yandai Byway No. 10

Breaking Dawn

Desire Catcher

Men with Sword 2

Xiang Long

A League of Nobleman

Along with Me

L.O.R.D Critical World

Order of Sommelier

Reunion: The Sound of the Providence S1

The Blood of Youth

The Silent Criminal

Word of Honor

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Bon Appetit

Jun & Jun

A Shoulder to Cry On

All the Liquors

At a Distance, Spring is Green Bad and Crazy Behind Cut Black Knight Blueming Cherry Blossoms After Winter Choco Milk Shake Color Rush S1 Color Rush S2 Connect Duel First Love Again Ghost Doctor Happy Ending Romance Hellbound Individual Circumstances Insider Island S1 Island S2 Jun & Jun Kissable Lips Light on Me Love Class Love Class S2 Love in Spring Love Mate Missing Noir M My Sweet Dear Nobleman Ryu's Wedding Oh! Boarding House Oh! My Assistant One Ordinary Day Our Dating Sim Roommates of Poongduck 304 Semantic Error Star Struck The Devil Judge The Director who buys me Dinner The Eighth Sense The New Employee The Tasty Florida Through the Darkness Tinted with You To My Star S1 To My Star S2: Our Untold Stories Unintentional Love Story Weak Hero Class S1 You Make Me Dance You're All Surrounded

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Stay by my Side

49 Days with a Merman

About Youth

Be Loved in House: I Do

Danger Zone: The Dark Night

History3: Trapped

History4: Close to You

Innocent

Kiseki: Dear to Me

KO One Re-Act

Love is Science?

Oh! No Here Comes Trouble

Papa and Daddy S1

Plus & Minus

We Best Love: Fight Mr. 2nd

We Best Love: No.1 For You

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Hidden Love

You're My Sky

Nitiman

Manner of Death

Laws of Attraction

Wedding Plan

House of Stars

Midnight Museum

Mafia the Series: Guns and Freaks

180 Degree Longitute Passese Through Us 2 Moons: The Ambassador 21 Days Theory 609 Bedtime Story A Tale of Thousand Stars Ai Long Nhai Bad Buddy Bed Friend Between Us Big Dragon Bite Me Blacklist Boyband Call it What you Want S1 Catch Me Baby Chains of Heart Check Out Close Friend S1 Close Friend S2 Crazy Handsome Rich Cupid's Last Wish Cutie Pie Dangerous Romance Dark Blue Kiss Destiny Seeker En of Love: Love Mechanics Even Sun Fahlanruk Friends Forever Gen Y S2 Ghost Host, Ghost House Golden Blood Hard Love Mission He's Coming to Me Hidden Agenda Hidden Love Hit Bite Love House of Stars House of the Dark Shadows I Promised You the Moon I Will Knock You In Between KinnPorche La Cuisine Laws of Attraction Love By Chance Love by Chance: A Chance to Love Love in the Air Love in Translaton Love Mechanics Love Poison S1 Love Poison S2 Love Stage!! Love Syndrome Love with Benefits Mafia the Series: Guns and Freaks Make it Right 1 & 2 Manner of Death Midnight Museum Moonlight Chicken My Ambulance My Coach My Engineer My Gear and Your Gown My Only 12% My Ride My School President My Secret Love Never Let Me Go Nha Harn the Series Nitiman Not Me On Cloud Nine Only Friends Our Days Our Skyy 2 Oxygen Part-Time Pastseger Physical Therapy Remember You Rose in Da House Saneha Stories Season 4: Saneha Kap Cheewit Scent of Love School Tales the Series Second Chance Secret Crush on You Self Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey S1 Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey S2 Siew Sum Noi Skinship S1 Skinship S2 So Much in Love Something in My Room Star and Sky: Sky in Your Heart Star and Sky: Star in My Mind That's My Candy The Best Story The Eclipse The End of the World, with You The Love of Winter The Miracle of Teddy Bear The Tuxedo The Warp Effect Till the World Ends Tin Tem Jai the Series To Sir, With Love Together with Me Tomorrow I'll Still Love You Triage Unforgotten Night Until We Meet Again Vice Versa War of Y Water Boyy Wedding Plan What If What Zabb Man! Why You…Y Me? Work From Heart You're My Sky