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10) Hair
Mom once told me I had the exact same hair as my grandfather. The same blonde, the same locks, the same weight. I even wore it like him.
I stopped cutting it. And the portraits looked different from me.
My sister told me I wore my hair like a woman. That down like it was it looked like I just got out of a brothel where the men play the role of the ladies.
I started wearing it in a bun. And the mockery halted.
My dearest told me that it was a shame I don't take care much of my hair. That she regrets seeing it burned away by the salt and held together by a crude hairstyle.
I started researching complicated ways to tie up everything. And she put her hands in it more often.
He told me once that my braid crown made me look like a king. The true King of the Kraken Coast.
I let it down after his death. And my reflection in the mirror no longer showed a king but a failure.
Years passed, and I started forgiving my hair.
Letting it grow.
Taking care of it.
Trying to put together my former hairdos.
Then you told me it looked good on me.
And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
#hel ocs#lysara#lysara ibruael#hel stories#hel writing#a challenge a little more short#(because the last four days were a lot longer AND spoilery)#so today you get Tyr's relationship to his hair#which is more complicated than you'd think#odyssey of the liberator
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Various mentioned characters here belonging to @corneille-but-not-the-author , @soupedepates , @thal-ent , @hel-phoenyx and @azeler
The following text contains domestic abuse and references to suicide.
It started with a storm. Yet when I lowered the spyglass, the sun was shining high in the sky, irritating my eyes and skin. It still does as I rest my arms over the boat guardrail.
“Are you sulking, Leo?”
I glare at Kalerich. His little remarks are really starting to piss me off.
“I'm taking a break. And I'd appreciate if you didn't pollute it with unwarranted comments.”
“Well someone sure is in a bad mood.”
Maybe I wouldn’t be if this hadn't turned out to be such a disappointing turn of events. The duel started off great, Brynja got the advantage surprisingly quick, despite the storm raging on louder and louder.
Then he unleashed the Carnage. Fascinating magic, really. But that's when I knew Brynja wouldn’t make it. Even I wouldn't be able to fight this off, so how could she?
It would have been handy if she had killed Kaizarz, but it was unlikely from the start. If I could at least see the monster he really hid, what really lurks inside… If I could see with my own eyes that this oh-so benevolent monarch isn’t so benevolent after all…
But then they stepped in. The other four, those little pests, barging into a fight that wasn’t theirs to win. Domhildr and Tyrfing’s first intervention was nearly useless, but of course even Oli and Meili had to get involved.
A hug, a few words I couldn’t hear, and it was over. Just like that.
Why? Why were you so intent on bringing him back?
He threw your friend on the floor and knocked her out. He crushed Brynja’s throat. He damaged your boat. He would have killed you. He broke the hand you weakened just so he could.
You saw it.
Yet you pulled him back into his mask. Into some fake, meek version of himself. Why?
Why does he get to be pulled back into himself, why does he get forgiveness after everything he did, even though he has nothing to give?
Why does he get all of this, and I didn’t? Who stopped me when I needed it?
No one. There was no one to fight off the monster. There's no one to stay if they don’t have anything to gain or if there is no fear to keep them in place, no one.
Because I made it so no one cared.
…
Jealous, Leonova?
No. Not at all.
It's only a brief respite. The monster is bound to come back anyway.
Not everyone is like you.
Shut up. Shut up.
What infuriates me too is how they still healed Brynja after she hurt their king, after she stabbed him in the back, after she almost doomed them all. And how they didn't let me get her. I could have healed her. I could have healed her throat. But she didn’t looked like she wanted it.
… That, I can understand. I've seen what the sirens do. Even I wouldn't stoop that low.
But what’s the point of being free if it's to end up like this? Voiceless? Powerless?
I already know that she won’t come back to me. Not even for protection. She’ll go back to the Kraken Coast and I'll be left with nothing gained from this.
All those years on my ship, and I didn't even get to say goodbye.
That doesn’t matter. She was a tool. An asset. You would have gotten rid of her, eventually.
Right.
You won’t miss her, will you?
No. That’s fine. No one stays, anyway.
It didn't mean anything.
Rescuing Brynja didn't mean anything.
Losing against Tyrfing didn’t mean anything.
Sleeping with Domhildr didn’t mean anything.
Dancing with Oli didn't mean anything.
None of it matters, none of it.
Ungrateful. All of them.
My eyes hurt.
“I’m going back to my cabin.”
I start to walk away, Kalerich grabs my wrist. Gods, what now?
“I can see you're sad, Leo, don’t just walk away. There's no point in trying to hide it from me.”
Stop. Stop it. I’m not sad. I am not. I’m angry, and pissed, and frustrated, I'm certainly not sad.
“Let go of me, Kal.”
“Leo-”
Stop. Stop pretending you care. You wouldn't even stay with me if I didn't force you to. And you never stopped me from doing what I do. You have no right to look at me this way.
I tear myself away from his grip and start walking down to the inside of the ship. I hear his footsteps behind me.
Why won’t you give up
He grabs me by the sleeve.
Why aren’t you
“Leo, please, could you just-”
Gone
“I said let go of me!!”
My hand flies.
I blink and there’s four scratches across his cheek. Blood trickles down his face. His eyes have widened a little.
Who hurt him? Who dared?
I did.
No. No. No. He’s my brother. He’s all I have left. I can’t… I shouldn't… I would never…
I can feel his blood under my nails.
“Kal… Kal, I’m…”
Are you happy now?
There's no way he’ll stay after this.
No, no, this isn’t what I want, it isn’t-
I try to wipe the blood away. He grimaces. He’s in pain. I hurt him.
You hurt him.
Again.
“I’m… I'm sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I'm sorry- ”
You keep messing up.
You’re not careful enough. You weren’t careful with Misha either.
Kalerich wouldn't leave me. Not like that.
You didn't think she'd do it either, did you? How many times have you checked his room for a rope under the bed?
If you keep this up, the noose will tighten around his neck too.
And you'll be truly alone.
There's tears on my face.
“I’m sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-”
“Leonova.”
He gently takes my hand and pulls me towards him, wraps his arms around me.
“It's fine. I’m all good. It’s nothing. You’re just upset. You didn't do it on purpose.”
… He’s right. I didn’t mean it.
“Don’t cry. I’m not going anywhere.”
I hug him back. Right. He's not leaving. Because we're siblings and siblings stick around for each other.
Which is why you need to bring her back and fix your mistake.
Kalerich holds me wordlessly for several minutes before letting me go.
“When do you want to leave, Leo?”
“... Tomorrow. I’m sick of this place.”
“Okay. You go rest. I’ll go tell the crew.”
“... Kal?”
“Yes?”
“You're not going to leave me. Right?”
“No. Never.”
He smiles at me.
Isn’t that smile a bit cramped?
Must be my imagination.
“Until death do us part, right?”
Yes. Until death do us part. Only then will we be free of each other.
The mere idea terrifies me.
He lets me go.
“Go lay down. I'll be right back.”
He walks back out, and I get to bed. It’s fine. I'm just tired. Maybe I've overexerted myself. It's not worth getting worked up about a bunch of strangers, is it?
History may sing their names, but I won't. They're not worth remembering.
The only names you need to remember are theirs. Your mother. Your sister. Your family.
I think about Domhildr. About the customs so dear to her. I remember the nursery rhyme some of the fairy sailors would sing. To remember the dead. Always remember the dead.
But I don't want to remember.
I want them back.
Screw those nursery rhymes. Screw their stupid passiveness.
I’ll overcome that death you’re so afraid of.
In the meantime, I need to forget you. All of you. And your stupid faces.
...
I hope I can.
#noa writes stuff#lysara#odyssey of the liberator#ooooo leonova goes a little cray cray when things don't go her way#and yeah kalerich might be a victim but he does enable her a whole bunch#hmmm unhealthily codependant doomed siblings#the kraken squad just makes her face how horrible she actually is and feels and boy does she hate it!#leonova#kalerich
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OLI ILY I AM SORRY
Tyr, that was probably very young the first time he threw Oli in the water and didn't expect to awaken some trauma (he will now keep to splashing them until she's comfortable with water again) :
Tyr belongs to @hel-phoenyx
It's awful, the feeling of water seeping into her wings, her mouth, her nose, her lungs. She can only watch her body like it is not her own, as she did so many times before. She stopped kicking, she always ends up back to the surface after they're done with her, when they had enough.
Their own feathers get heavier too, when she's in the water, after all.
But this time, there's a hand that grabs her limp body, drags her back to the air. He makes her cough, makes her breath much faster than she ever did when she was smaller. He looks worried, his brows scrunched up as he keeps her above the water. She thinks she sees the others, behind him, maybe they're worried like him, she wonders.
He ask why she didn't swim. She has no words for him. People never throw her in water to see her swim, only to see her sink. So she smiles, the tatoos on her face stretching as she just shrugs.
He sighs and keeps her in his arms. She closes her eyes, thinking about what she'll say, when he asks again. Probably that she doesn't know how to swim, it wouldn't be false. She doesn't want to lie to him. She doesn't want him to worry too much, he does it enough as it is.
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The Afiini arriving on terra.
#human domestication guide#Affini#a starstruck odyssey#dimension 20#d20#brennan lee mulligan#196#you are being liberated do not resist#r/196#floret posting
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Codextober - Family
“The memories we make with our family is everything.”
Altair Ibn-La'Ahad with his wife Maria Thorpe, and their son Darim Ibn-La'Ahad
Ezio Auditore with his sister Claudia Auditore, and their mother Maria Auditore.
Ezio with his uncle Mario Auditore.
Ezio with his wife Sofia Sartor
Ratonhnhaké:ton/ Connor Kenway with his beloved mother Kaniehtí:io.
Ratonhnhaké:ton/ Connor Kenway with his 2nd daughter Io:nhiòte
Aveline de Grandpré with her father Philippe de Grandpré
Edward Kenway with his children Jennifer Scott Kenway and Haytham Kenway
Shay Patric Cormac with the Finnegans
Arno Victor Dorian with his father Charles Dorian. Arno with his adoptive father François de la Serre. Arno with Léon
Jacob and Evie Frye
Bayek of Siwa with his wife Aya and their son Kemu
Kassandra of Sparta with her mother Mirinne, her step-father Nicolao, her brother Alexios, and her adoptive brother Stentor. Kassandra with Phoibe. Kassandra with her husband (??) Nataka and their son Elpidios, and her father in law Darius.
Eivor Wolfkissed with her brother Sigurd and his wife Randvi.
#assassin's creed#assassin's creed 2#assassin's creed brotherhood#assassin's creed revelations#assassin's creed 3#assassin's creed black flag#assassin's creed liberation#assassin's creed rogue#assassin's creed unity#assassin's creed syndicate#assassin's creed origins#assassin's creed odyssey#assassin's creed valhalla#ac 2#ac 3#ac black flag#ac rogue#ac liberation#ac unity#ac syndicate#ac origins#ac odyssey#ac valhalla#altaïr ibn la'ahad#ac altair#maria thorpe#ac maria#darim ibn la'ahad#ac ezio#ezio auditore
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Hey folks, My family is trying to relate to each other more and we're all going to start doing things the other people like to try and get closer.
I want to watch a Dimension 20 season with them and I don't know which to pick
(we have 3 adults, 2 are early 50s, one 20 y/o that's me, and a 17 y/o shithead I love dearly)
#dimension 20#mentopolis#acofaf#brennan lee mulligan#ally beardsley#tiny heist#a starstruck odyssey#d20 starstruck#burrow's end#never stop blowing up#honor the cock#My mother is a Liberal Catholic so the sex jokes have to be good for her to ignore that she's uncomfortable
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Some games that are currently stuck on older consoles that I hope get rereleased in some way, Part 5:
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7
Pandora's Tower
The Last Story
Unchained Blades
Deadpool(putting this here as a technicality since it got removed from digital platforms for licensing reasons)
Liberation Maiden
Jeanne d'Arc
Drakengard series
Shadow of Destiny(Shadow of Memories)
Ray Gigant
Michigan: Report from Hell
The older Deception Series games
Disaster Report Series before 4
Breath of Fire Series
Xblaze 1 and 2
Blinx 1 and 2
Pokemon Conquest
Higurashi Daybreak(hopefully a newer version would preferably based on Higurashi Daybreak Portable Mega Edition, maybe add even more characters to it)
Whiplash
Godhand
Under the Skin
Scaler
Dragon Quest IX
Namco x Capcom
Project X Zone 1 and 2
Time and Eternity(I know it's kind of divisive, but I liked it's style. Battles in Ray Gigant have a similar look, though not the same feel.)
Mega Man X Command Mission
Yakuza: Dead Souls
Yakuza: Kenzan
Albert Odyssey
Twilight Syndrome series/Moonlight Syndrome
#long post#Pandora's Tower#The Last Story#Unchained Blades#Deadpool#Liberation Maiden#Jeanne d'arc game#Drakengard#Shadow of Destiny#Ray Gigant#Michigan: Report from Hell#Deception Series#Disaster Report#Breath of Fire#Xblaze#Blinx the Time Sweeper#Pokemon Conquest#Higurashi Daybreak#Whiplash game#Godhand#Under the Skin game#Scaler#Dragon Quest IX#Namco x Capcom#Project X Zone#Time and Eternity#Mega Man X Command Mission#Yakuza: Dead Souls#Yakuza: Kenzan#Albert Odyssey
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Showed my mom some AC characters The results are... interesting...
-She thinks that everybody but Eivor is ugly (Shay looks okay)
-Liam looks russian
-Jacob looks french
-Louis-Joseph Gaultier looks like a villain
-Adéwalé looks like Morgan Freeman
-Aveline has a potato nose
-Jack Weeks has nice clothes
-Alexios looks too Greek
-Connor looks like a girl, but he could be a model
-Edward looks like a descendant of monkeys
Also, the bond between my mother and @cnmnqirl is now broken because my mom thinks that Ezio and Jacob are not good looking
#assassin's creed rogue#assassin's creed#assassin's creed liberation#assassin's creed black flag#assassin's creed freedom cry#assassin's creed 3#assassin's creed unity#assassin's creed syndicate#assassin's creed valhalla#assassin's creed odyssey#assassin's creed 2#ezio auditore#connor kenway#Jack Weeks#Shay cormac#Shay patrick cormac#liam o'brien#adewale#edward kenway#aveline de grandpre#eivor varinsdóttir#jacob frye#louis joseph gaultier chevalier de la verendrye
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#assassin’s creed#assassin’s creed 2#assassin’s creed revelations#assassin’s creed 3#assassin’s creed liberation#assassin’s creed iv black flag#assassin’s creed black flag#assassin’s creed unity#assassin’s creed syndicate#assassin’s creed odyssey#assassin’s creed valhalla#assassin’s creed mirage#gaming#unnecessary censorship#ezio auditore#desmond miles#basim ibn ishaq#kassandra#eivor wolfkissed#eivor varinsdóttir#jacob frye#evie frye#arno dorian#Youtube
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Whit never deserved Margaret Faye
#adventures in odyssey#aio#she was my favorite#an icon#and role model#the coolest liberal in Odyssey
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Oli belongs to @thal-ent, Meili to @azeler, Domhildr to @soupedepates, the others (mentioned) to @corneille-but-not-the-author and @noa-de-cajou
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I stopped counting the days I woke up in a cold sweat, my night clothes sticking at my skin. A nightmare. Again.
I'm not a child anymore. I am Tyrfing Harkyrsen, prince af Mundir, for Ocean's sake, I shouldn't be so scared by some kind of monster I could so easily kill. If only she played fair, and I know it's foolish to think fairness is on the table.
I hate her. I hate how she looks at me like I'm a liability she's waiting to kill. How she looks at my mother as if she's a thorn on her shoe she can so easily crush. How she looks at my father with the contempt she would give us, like we tainted him by simply existing.
I hate how she brings us in the throne room only so we can look at ashes and charred remains of what was once someone that didn't look at us with hatred in their eyes.
I hate how the flames and the screams still wake me up today.
You could have done something.
I could. Even if I am still, on the eyes of royalty, a child. I could have extinguished the flames. I could have defied the Mad Queen in a duel. I know I would have won. She is the only person I have ever wished to kill.
You could have done something.
My mother doesn't tell me but that's what I'm reading in her eyes. and she's right. I have complementary powers. One spell and the victim would be saved, or could get a dignified death. It would mark the end of our status quo, but this is what I am supposed to do, put an end to this once and for all.
You could have done-
"You couldn't have done anything."
Meili is looking at me with his unreadable brown eyes. He saw me pale and trembling this morning, and he's the only one I could talk to about that. After all, how can I tell Kaizarz I wish to see his mother's head on a pike ? And Domhildr always tells him everything. No, no, I can't shoulder them with this burden. They're too young for this.
You are, too.
"What do you mean ? I-"
"No, Tyr, I'm not talking about your strenght. Or anything, really. I just think that madwoman would not have played fair. At all."
Gustav told me the same. He told me to wait and see. But I can't wait and see. Not when the smell of charred flesh still haunts me.
I could
"I should have done something."
"And let Kaizarz witness you being the next ? I don't think so."
"I could have extinguished the flames, I have water powers for the love of Harkyr-"
"She's our queen. And an adult. She would have found a thousand ways to make you pay."
I can't telle you I would have ended her on the spot, would have been able to, right ? Death plagues my very existence since so long. Supports, friends, family, I'm not a stranger to death, not anymore. I have not taken any lives yet but my hatred burns enough for her to be the first.
It burns stronger than her own flames.
Meili is not an idiot. His expressions hardens, for a second, before he just puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, Tyr, don't get distracted, alright ? Wouldn't want to earn an easy win because you're lost in thought."
"Fuck you, man."
"Try to land a hit on me and we'll talk about that."
He goes down just in time to avoid my training sword right to his neck. Damn. He got quicker since last time, I really need to catch up. I'll ask for more training on the graveyard. Even though no one there can evenly match me anymore.
Soon we're engaged in a real fight and this is the only thing I can focus on.
****
Again.
This is the third time this week. Third time since I got back to the castle. Being here awakens my visions. The screams. The pleas. The noise of burning wood and dripping blood.
I can't go yet.
He wanted me there and I still don't know why.
Why would you-
I need to go out. My clothes stick to my skin, and even though I know it's just sweat I can smell the blood and hear the flesh. Everytime I look to my hand it comes back covered in crimson. Sometimes I see purple in the hints of color.
Never the blue tint that taints my own blood.
Only theirs is important.
Mine was already spilled so many times and yet not enough.
The ocean. I need to reach the ocean. Pretty sure Kaizarz is pacing in the corridors, I can hear footsteps too heavy to be anyone else's, but it's okay, it's okay, I won't disturb you, I wont shoulder you with the weight of my burdens, I promise, I promise, I'll just go through the window-
"Hey there, Tyr !"
I can't.
She's here, flying next to my open window. Smiling like I always see her, and extending a hand.
"Trying for a nocturnal escapade ?"
The memories hurt. She's sat on the edge of the window like I was once twice countless times. Far tinier than I was, then, but with the same smile, met with the same incredulity.
"... What are you doing here, Domhildr ?"
Her smile wavers as I call her by her complete name, she who was so use to the nickname I gave her. Still, she's smiling.
"Well, I was out for... er, a little expedition, and I saw you pacing through the door. You good ? You need unwinding ?"
I know what kind of expedition she's talking about. The matter still flusters me, but I am no prude, neither I am innocent. I know, however, that if I open my mouth she will start teasing me like I did to her, once.
"I'm... fine."
"Never believed you before, won't start today. You know I can... Distract you, if you want~"
She wiggles her eyebrows and I sigh.
"No, Domi. Not like that."
She falsely throws her arms in the air like I just turned down her wedding proposal, yet I can see her smile is now stronger on her face. Her little show of dramatisation is just, well. A show.
It pains me to admit how much those years of knowing each other don't rease themselves that easily.
"But how, then ?? How can I help a friend in a dire need of some happiness ! Tell me, Tyr, before I die of uselessness !"
"... Letting me out ?"
"If I was sure you wouldn't throw yourself from the top of the castle, yeah, I would. I know this face, you know ? I know that you want to die, but I don't want you to die, because, because you're my friend, and I thought you dead once, and I don't want to go through that again, because you're a great person, and, and-"
I lift my hand, cut through her rant. I can't listen to that again. I can't listen to those worlds and know that she believes in them, for fairies can't lie. Those are the kind of words I know would crumble if only I told her what blood tainted my sword, so which one wouldn't sully a knife.
"It's fine, Domi, I just needed to reach the shore. I promise I didn't plan to die."
Kaizarz wouldn't let me.
She squints her eyes.
"Promise ?"
I smile.
"Nice try, you little shit, No, I won't let myself caught in a little fairy pact, I know this is how you get me. But I can say again that I don't want to."
Because the day I would lock myself in a deal with you is the day I would stop running away.
I trust you. Always did. You scare me with your antics sometimes and you annoy me more times than I would admit but I know I don't have to lie to you. Except for one thing.
Shepouts, and I find that adorable, somehow.
"Darn. How did you manage to avoid me for so long."
"I studied, you know. Fairies are very secretive but books and knowledge are easy to find-"
-when you know where to look.
I know her culture is a sensitive subject, for her. Yet she drops the matter instantly and just extends a hand.
"Well if you really want to go to the beach, I'll just have to come with you."
"Really ? Isn't that just an excuse to get naked ?"
"Oh, I know you love my boobs, Tyr.~"
Little- This time my cheeks color bright red and she laughs like we weren't at risk to wake up everyone. Every fucking time she finds a way to tease me.
Yet the crimson on my skin makes me forget the other kind of burgundy.
****
I don't enjoy losing sleep because of those damn nightmares, but I have to admit for now, they're stronger than me. Even stronger than my powers. I had to rush outside the castle so the storm would follow me. Don't need to wake up everyone with the sound of thunder. The only time I hear Domhildr and Kaizarz's peaceful breath when I run past their rooms.
I can hold on for a long tome, but that doesn't mean it's not taking a toll on my body. This is probably why my steps are carrying me towards the graveyard, towards my old house. In stress the mind recognises the safe places.
Yet, when I finally reach the shore, I find myself company. I don't know what Oli is doing here, or even if that place has any significance for them, but here they are, walking in the middle of the ship debris.
I spot from the corner of my eye a pile we once did when we were still teenagers. Apparently, even seastorms can't make old memories go away.
I still remember the first time they found me here. I was alone on the shore, but I could here the muffled exclamations and feel the hidden fear. That day, no one showed up among the ships. It was only Oli and me, and my hands on her wings.
How different things would be if they showed up, if they introduced themselves ?
Today is exactly like that day. We're all alone in the graves.
She probably heard my footsteps, since she turns around and smiles at me.
"Nightmare again, isn't it."
He knows. He has always been the most perceptive, and the one getting the most to the point. His voice holds the same tone, yet it is the softest I've heard in a long time.
I can't lie to that voice.
"Yeah. Again."
"The same ?"
"Still."
Pleas and screams and the smell of the sea. Burned wood and ligthning and my hand on the ground. My lips crying supplice and his dripping with blood.
Stop that. Please. I'm begging you.
She doesn't ask any more questions. I always appreciated that. This is exactly why she knows it is always the same nightmare.
They extend a hand towards me and I take it. Both our feet lay naked in the seawater, their talons brushing against algae and my toes feeling the sand beneath me.
Their smile looks so peaceful when reflected under the light of the moon. Peace. Safety. Comfort. Everything we share, from the moment I carried them in my arms until today where their hand is softly wrapped in mine, through those dayw when they were waiting in front of my door for an answer I wouldn't ever give them.
I've missed this.
Feeling simply loved.
The storm behind me falters. Soon enough coulds are nothing but a distant memory.
"What are you doing outside at this hour, anyway ?"
"Wanted to fly a little under the moonlight, but a certain seastorm kinda threw me off. I sought refuge. Just didn't expect to see you there."
I smile, the corners of my mouth weightened with guilt.
"Sorry. I guess I needed a safe place, too."
"Is this place special to you , It's not the first time I see you there, so I was wondering."
Yeah.
"I suppose you could say that."
He shrugs.
"Well, I guess we both find what we were searching for."
I guess I did.
***
...
Nightmare.
Again.
This one is the biggest I've had in a while. Since I got up on this boat, in fact. Evrything was so
So
Vivid.
My hand hurts where it's missing. I can feel something clenching around my wrist. I can hear the cries. I can hear the screams. I can taste the blood like I've bitten in flesh instead of trying to rip of my pillows in pain.
I can still feel his cold, hating eyes on me. Blue like the ocean and yet so, so much colder as my flesh is ripping.
I can still feel the cold, cold steel in my hand, covered in warm, warm blood.
I can still remember the only warmth I felt
Was his arms
And yet his tears were so cold, too.
I get up on the deck. Maybe I can just swim for a while. Maybe I can let that ship forget me in the sea. maybe I can just
Somethin stops my walk.
Three pair of eyes full of worry. Even if one of those is artificial and an other doesn't even look in my general direction.
They're here.
"What... Guys ?"
"We heard you cry in your sleep, said Oli this time without smiling. We thought you would get out sooner rather than later."
The others don't say a word.
I just feel a pair of arms circling around my waist. Tiny, warm, soft, Domhildr's, looking at me with tear-filled eyes.
"Hey, you know we're here, right ? We'll always be here."
Oli steps forwards, join the hug. Then it's Meili's turn. Soon enough I am trapped by three pairs of arms around me and the warmth of three bodies I can't fight against.
I can't only let myself go in their embrace.
You're not lying, Domhildr. I know you really believe that.
But I know you will once look upon those words and see a lie.
Because when you learn about
What I've done
You
Won't
Be
Here
Anymore.
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Kaizarz belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author
Oli (mentioned) belongs to @thal-ent
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“Begone. Return to your kind, slaver.”
I was expecting Kaizarz Laangfisk to be cross with me. After all, I roped in his little friends into a high-stakes bet and one of them spent the night with me, and it'd be surprising if he didn't know my activities apply to a much broader scope than mere piracy.
Nonetheless, being grabbed by the neck and thrown on the ground sure was a surprise. My lip is bleeding. My throat aches. How long has it been since someone landed a hit on me, let alone made me bleed?
Ha. No matter how impressive, it’s still a childish reaction. Act rashly when someone touches your weakness the first time and they’ll know exactly where to aim the next. Someone in power should always know that, but we’re talking about a bunch of rowdy teenagers here, and he’s the worst of them all. Kings, Tyrants, Heroes, Emperors, they may look different but none of them are as hard to understand as they think.
No, the rash part isn't so surprising. The look in his eyes when he grabbed me, however…
Those were one of the coldest pair of eyes I’d ever seen.
And I've seen a lot of those.
At least his eyes looked at you. Father never cared enough to.
That doesn’t matter. It’s exactly as I thought. This boy has something boiling inside him. Something rotten. His friends didn't notice because it wasn’t turned towards them, because using it against me isn’t so bad, who needs humanity when it's a monster you’re against, but I'm curious of how they'll react when he'll face off against Brynja. Gods, I wish I could be there to see it.
I get up, slowly, wiping the blood from my face as an uncontrollable smile forms on my lips.
“Well, you won’t need me much, anyway. After all, you'll be the conductor of your own downfall.”
Something changes in his face.
A shiver runs down my spine. Twice in two days. Impressive.
Something liquid and viscous wraps slowly itself up my leg. I don’t need to look to know it’s his blood.
One wrong word. One wrong word, and my head will roll, or so his eyes seem to say. But he can’t do that. Not while they're still stuck in this port, not while they still need my money to get out.
Because they want to get out. They want to run away. What are you sailing away from, Kaizarz Laangfisk ? It's a shame I can’t see that journey come to completion, really. But he won't kill me.
Won't he?
…
I’m not stupid enough to provoke him again, so I simply stand there and wait for him to retract his spell, which he does. The warning has been received, no point in dawdling now. So I simply wave them goodbye with a smile before turning away.
You’re going to run? Just like that? Like you lost?
Of course not.
I relinquish control. Oh, not for long, just a split second for them to understand how nice I've actually been all this time and what I could have released on them.
Then I seal it up again and glance back.
The only one who hasn’t paled is Oli. The others look like they've seen a ghost. Or a glimpse of a nightmare, perhaps.
I’m not afraid to send a message either, Kaizarz.
Little shows of strenght like these are hardly worth caring about.
Even if my throat still aches.
There's a few things you ought to remember.
Your little fairy friend is only alive because I allowed her to. And as surprising as it sounds, you’ll meet people way less scrupulous than I.
But well. You don’t need to worry.
For if anyone is more ruthless than I am, it’s you, isn’t it?
#noa writes stuff#lysara#odyssey of the liberator#leonova#something about her pdv on the deck#she didn't think she'll look death this close in the eyes#but she's more amused than she's scared#something something ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves
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Assassin's Creed Bracket Part 2
So last year around valentine's day I created the Assassin's Creed play-off bracket which lead to the infamous Ezio/Leo divorce of 2023
IT IS BACK
I have created a new spreadsheet with 2 new characters (Roshan & Nehal from AC: Mirage) and kicked out 2 of the previous characters (Sorry Liam O'Brien & Robert de Sable)
Also, yes, Leo and Ezio are on opposite sides of the bracket this year as well (the duels are completely random) so the divorce might happen again this year
Voting starts on Feb 15 at 12 pm CET
the hashtag for this year's poll is "#assassin bracket 24"
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Every Main Assassin's Creed Game, Ranked By Story
To simplify that question, one must first narrow down that search to just the games. Analyzing each comic and novel, which are all canon and important, can be quite messy. As such this list will only analyze the mainline console game (leaving out spinoffs like chronicles) and question if their plots are well told and engaging and if they incorporate the modern-day segments well or not.
Check them out!
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Some of the coolest game trailers ever
we are assassins
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The American medical drama 'Doctor Odyssey' is a revolutionary television series with strong themes of anti-monogamy, which presents the concept of the week-long cruise as a metaphor for liberation from social forces and constructs, allowing for the characters to explore and experience absolute freedom in the form of hot threesomes. In this essay, I will--
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