#rae's chronicles

[ghostyjpg]

collab w/ @heyhay13

i missed the blorbos, chat. i missed them a lot.

[theghostofdiscordance]

Caspian: “wait you haven’t seen the fable smp”

Rae: “I don’t have YouTube”

Caspian: “no problem love, I’ll just beam it to you”

Rae: “what?”

Caspian: “B E A M”

[qaze]

I like to headcanon that throughout the Chronicles of the Mind stream Rae could just faintly see the auras. Like, not quite enough to see what they’re saying, so he can’t converse with them, he just sees slightly more colored auras around the place than he normally can

[whosthere54]

Hey chat so I’m so normal about Chronicles of Wonder

(I say as the person who went over to my friend and shook the art of Rae and Caspian at them and going “my sillies!” “My guyssss!” “The gayssss!”)

[es--arcana]

Ok Li-Sar imma need you to stop being creepy, possessive, and invading Rae's bubble. Man doesn't need any more anxiety.

[whumperofworlds]

Whumptober 2024 Days 6/15: Heroics

Now on AO3!

TAGS: @gala1981 @whumptober-archive @crash-bump-bring-the-whump @rebelxwriter @expressionless-fr

@fourwingedsnake @whumble-beeee @whumpninja @kingxlinkwrites

CWs: blood, unconsciousness, near death, argument, food mention, male whumpee, male caretaker, whumpee x caretaker.

FANDOM: Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles

A/N: Nothing to say here, let's roll!

I only own Gulru, Rae, and Ambra. Everything else belongs to Square Enix.

ENJOY!

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Unhealthy coping mechanisms / healed wrong / "It's not my blood."

Painful hug / moment of clarity / "I did good, right?"

Gulru nearly screamed when Rae entered their shared home, covered in blood. Immediately, Gulru jumped from his bed and rushed towards his boyfriend, gently taking his shoulders as if Rae was a fragile vase. He studied over his body, noting the cuts and bruises on his beloved's skin.

Rae, as usual, however, smiled with a shrug, knowing what Gulru was thinking.

"Don't worry, Gully," he said, "it's not my blood. See?" He held up an arm for Gulru to see. While the green blood indeed wasn't Rae's, the fact that some of it was close to his cuts worried Gulru. If he didn't get his wounds taken care of and get himself cleaned up, they would be infected.

"Here…" Gulru whispered gently, taking Rae's hand and leading him to the rocking chair. He gently helped Rae sit down, as Gulru went towards the bathroom to gather some medicine. When he came back, he saw that Rae tried to get back on his feet. Immediately, Gulru rushed forward to force him to sit back down. "Pl-please don't move. You'll make your wounds worse."

"But I still have some heroics to do!" Rae whined, "Someone's in trouble out there, and I have to help them!"

"But you…" Gulru gulped, unsure of what to say to his beloved. He hated to create an argument, even though Gulru was in the right here. He knew Rae for many years; the Clavat always wanted to be a hero, and after the miasma was gone, Rae had been going out to defeat monsters lately. To be a hero, he said.

"What?" Rae questioned as Gulru used a Cure spell on Rae's wounds. The wounds closed up, as he glanced at his Yuke with worry in his eyes. "What's going on, Gully?"

"...I…" Gulru stuttered, as he took a bandage and wrapped it around Rae's arm. The blood began to seep through it, making him cringe.

Gulru wasn't sure what to do in this situation. Should he tell Rae to stop? No. It wouldn't be fair if he did that. Rae loved to be a hero, and it would hurt Rae if he told him to stop. But the worry remained. What if Rae never came home from his heroics? What would Gulru do if that ever happened?

"...Never mind," Gulru shook his head. "Just… promise me you'll be careful, okay?"

Rae nodded with a smile. "Of course I'm careful, Gully. I'm strong after all! I know my way around a fight."

"...Yes, you do," Gulru said, knowing that Rae was right. Rae, during the caravan years ago, was always the one to take charge. While his best friend, Ambra, protested that, Rae always proved himself by defeating anything or anyone that got in his way.

"So Gully," Rae said, as he stretched, "what's for dinner tonight? I'm starving after my heroic deeds."

"Oh!" Gulru said, "Y-yes, I was getting ready to cook some pork chops for you."

"Oh swell!" Rae said, perking up, "I'll go ahead and get cleaned up then. Thanks, Gully, you're the best!" He stood from the chair, pecking Gulru on the nose, before he went into the bathroom to clean up.

Gulru let out a sigh. Hopefully that Rae understood what he was getting into, and that he was more careful in the future.

____

Every day, without fail, Rae came home covered in blood and injuries, and Gulru had to patch him up. It was routine at this point; Gulru was still worried over his beloved, especially when he came home a few times tired. However, Gulru kept his mouth shut—he knew better than to tell Rae to stop. It would break the Clavat's heart if he did so.

Today, however, he wished he had said something.

As he sat on the rocking chair, reading a book, Ambra bursted through the door, tears welling up in her eyes as she heaved a few deep breaths. Gulru jumped when his friend appeared, and upon seeing how distressed she was, his concerns grew. Not only that, but Rae hadn't come home yet. Did that mean…?

"Rae's hurt!" Ambra sobbed, "H-he came back, and he's hurt badly! The healers said they don't know if he'll make it!"

Gulru's eyes would be wide by now if he had them. His heart nearly stopped in shock, as he stood up so fast he felt dizzy for a second. The book was forgotten as he rushed out with Ambra to the town's infirmary.

Gulru never thought he could run so quickly, but knowing that Rae was likely dying, he ran as fast as he could. Within a minute, he arrived at the infirmary. Many healers, a few he didn't recognize from around Tipa, were gathered around, using their White Magic to heal someone. Some were speaking loudly, as Gulru's nerves grew as his body shook.

He tried to push past the healers, but one of them stopped him.

"Sir," she said, "you can't come near him. We're working on him now."

"B-b-but…" Gulru whimpered, "he needs me! What if I never get to say goodbye to him if he dies? What if—"

"He should be fine," the healer hushed him gently, "we're doing everything we can to save him. Barging in like this could distract us. Please, sir, wait outside."

As the woman talked, Gulru spotted Rae, and his heart dropped at the pitiful sight, and his mouth would be gaped open if he had one. Tears pricked at the corners of his eye holes.

Rae's body was full of cuts and bruises, with one injury a huge gash on his chest—chances were the slash hit his heart. His eyes were closed, as if he was in a peaceful sleep, and his breathing was labored as another healer used a Cure spell on him.

It was the worst state Gulru had ever seen Rae in. Much worse than the few times he came home injured.

Tears fell then, as his heart broke. But anger—an unusual emotion he very rarely had—began to bubble inside him. Anger at Rae for putting himself in that position, and at himself for not saying anything.

With a sigh to calm himself down, he left the room, where Ambra waited for him. Gulru took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down, but the anger and fear remained.

"Gulru…?" Ambra questioned, tilting her head. She had never seen Gulru like this before. What was going on?

"...I'll be fine," Gulru whispered, so low that Ambra barely heard it. He turned his head to the side in an attempt to hide the tears from his friend. Thankfully, Ambra didn't question it, as she glanced at the door to the infirmary with a frown.

As they waited outside, Gulru glanced up at the sky—he never prayed before, but he did so in his mind. He prayed for Rae to be okay. He prayed for Rae to be alive.

He didn't want to lose him again like last time.

____

One of the healers met with the two outside, breathing a sigh as she wiped off the blood from her hands. Gulru perked up then, his heart racing. Without warning, he began asking without breathing.

"Is Rae okay? Is he still alive?! Please tell me—"

"He'll be fine," the healer answered him in a relieved tone.

Gulru's heart began to slow, as the sweat that was beading down his helm cooled on the metal. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he processed those words. His Rae was still alive. Thank Cosmos.

"He is quite lucky," the healer explained, "if the gash on his chest was deeper, he would be dead on the spot."

Anger began to boil inside Gulru again. Rae was indeed lucky—he shouldn't have made him and Ambra worry about him that much. If only he said something. If only Rae listened…

Ambra met with the two, her eyes red from her crying for a few hours. Wiping away another tear, she asked, "Can we see him?"

"Of course," she said with a nod. "Only one person though. He still needs the rest."

Gulru glanced at Ambra as she did the same. While the two were indeed worried for Rae, they knew that they had to follow the healer's orders.

"You can go ahead, Gulru," Ambra whispered.

"What?" Gulru questioned, "A-are you sure, Ambra? I know you're just as worried over him as I am, but…"

"I can tell you need to talk to him," Ambra pointed out. "I can wait until you're done." She gently pushed him towards the door to the infirmary. "Go ahead. Talk to him."

Gulru merely nodded; while he wished he could ask her how she knew that they needed to talk, he decided not to think about it. Ambra could read people well, and Gulru knew that.

He entered the infirmary, cringing when he spotted his beloved. While his wounds were mostly healed, Rae still looked like he ran into a hurricane and got hurt trying to fight it. Bandages wrapped around his chest, arms, and legs, and Gulru could see red bleeding through them.

His anger grew. But he held back. Rae already went through enough today. This was just a visit.

"...Hello," Gulru greeted hesitantly.

Rae perked up when he heard his beloved's voice, before turning his head. He smiled, but Gulru could see how strained it was due to the pain. "...Hey Gulru."

"What happened out there?" Gulru questioned, unsure if that was the right move.

"Oh, just a bunch of monsters outnumbered me and got me," Rae said with a shrug, as if it was an everyday occurrence. Gulru couldn't help but feel his anger grow. Why was Rae treating this like some everyday thing? "But I beat them! I did good, right?"

"..." Gulru wasn't sure what to say to that. He held his anger back, but every second, it grew to a boiling point. Rae… seeing Rae like this due to his recklessness angered him. Why couldn't he listen to him? Why couldn't he be careful like what Gulru said?

"...Right?" Rae asked, tilting his head when he noticed Gulru's silence. What was wrong?

"...No." Gulru whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Huh?" Rae asked, "What's up, Gully?"

"...No," Gulru growled, tears bubbling in his eye holes as his anger began to spill over. "You didn't do good."

"Wha—" Rae gasped, as if taken aback by Gulru's honesty. "What do you—"

"I asked you to be careful, and you didn't!" Gulru screamed, as the tears fell. "You scared me! You scared Ambra! You scared everyone with your recklessness! Why can't you think for yourself instead of nearly dying?! Don't you realize that you have people like me who worry over you?!"

"Gul—" Rae tried to protest gently, shocked that his beloved was screaming. He never saw Gulru this angry before, and it frightened him.

"Shut up!" Gulru yelled, "Stop with your heroics and be more selfish for once in your life!"

Silence reigned between the two, with Rae's eyes wide in shock and his mouth agape. Gulru froze, realizing what he had done. He didn't mean to scream at Rae; he wanted to let him know that what he was doing scared the Yuke.

"...Gulru," Rae whispered, "I-I didn't—"

Gulru, with tears still falling down his helm, fled the infirmary, slamming the door closed as he left. The last thing Rae heard from Gulru was the Yuke's sobbing.

Rae frowned, tears bubbling in his eyes as well as guilt raised inside him. What had he done? Why did he hurt his beloved? It was all his fault, and now Gulru didn't want anything to do with him now because he was an idiot.

He sniffled, shuffling in his bed as he turned on his side, his back facing the door. He couldn't hold in the sob that crept up in his throat, as he cried himself to sleep.

____

Rae shivered as the night air bit his skin, and he curled up into a ball to get rid of the cold that swept in the room. He sniffled, his eyes red from the tears he had cried hours ago. The guilt was eating him alive—he hurt his Gulru because he didn't listen to him. And now Gulru was nowhere to be found. He wished that he could go and apologize to him, but he knew that he couldn't leave the infirmary until a few days later. His wounds still need healing, and if he moved, he would end up reopening them.

He sighed, realizing that he couldn't sleep like this. Why did the infirmary have such thin blankets? He couldn't sleep like this—

Warmth suddenly hit him as a heavy blanket fell on his body. He blinked, glancing at the blanket that came out of nowhere. He recognized it; it was his blanket from his home. But where—

He slowly turned, and spotted Gulru standing beside his bed. The Yuke's helm was still wet, as if he had cried for hours.

The two stared at each other for a moment, before Gulru finally broke the silence.

"I-I figured you would be cold," Gulru whispered, "so I brought your favorite blanket."

"Gulru…" Rae trailed off, the shock not wearing off. Gulru came back? But why? Rae was a selfish idiot.

"I-I'm sorry for waking you," Gulru stuttered, backing away, "I-I'll let you sleep. Goodnight, Rae—"

"Wait."

Gulru froze in his tracks, glancing down at Rae. Rae turned on his side, careful not to jostle his wounds.

"...I'm sorry." Rae whispered. "You were right that I was selfish. I grew up wanting to be a hero, and instead, I hurt you and everyone around me because of my recklessness." He sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. "I'll stop from now on. I'm sorry for scaring you and everyone else like that."

"N-no," Gulru began, shaking his head. "P-please don't give up your heroics. I'm the one who should be sorry."

"Gulru…?" Rae questioned. Why was he sorry? He didn't do anything wrong—he had every right to call Rae out.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, and… I'm sorry for not speaking up," Gulru continued. "If I had said something, you wouldn't have gotten hurt this bad. I was so worried that if I said something, you would be upset. But I ended up hurting you, instead. I-I love you, Rae, and I hate to see you hurt, emotionally and physically." He sniffled, unable to look at Rae in the eyes. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, love," Rae reassured. "Even if you had said something, I wouldn't have listened. I'm at fault here for scaring you like that. It wasn't fair to you or to everyone around me. So… I'll stop."

"It isn't fair to give up on something you love, either," Gulru pointed out. "Just… please be more careful? For my sake? I could even come with you to help you. I'm more than happy to protect you like how you protected me."

Rae smiled slightly, nodding. "Of course. I'm sorry, Gulru. For this and for everything else."

"I'm sorry too, Rae."

Gulru approached, and Rae sat up carefully. With one wing, Gulru held his beloved close, as Rae held him back with one arm. Feeling the warmth from the Clavat made Gulru's guilt fade away. Everything was okay. Rae was okay.

"I love you, Gully." Rae whispered.

"I love you too, Rae." Gulru whispered back.

Gulru visited Rae in the infirmary until he was healed enough to do what he loved; being a hero. This time, Gulru was with him, making sure that Rae wouldn't get hurt on his watch. The two grew closer since then, with a few people calling them the "dynamic duo" due to their fighting prowess together.

[hubristicassholefight]

Swordswoman Showdown Round 1 Part 1

Morag Ladair (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) vs Carly Rae Jepsen (Real Life)

(Better here in a "preferred character" sense, not "who would win in a fight")

Propaganda below cut

Morag

Morag is a famed driver who wields Brighid's swords, which are two whipswords that are also on fire. SHe's great and I love her; they're cool and underappreciated <3

Carly Rae

swords are offered to our goddess as lambs are slaughtered for the gods

She is always given swords at concerts and wields them beautifully

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Quick question:

Even though I was born in America, would the fact that one of my grandmothers was Canadian mean that technically speaking, I'm a third generation immigrant?

Since my Grandma "N" was Canadian, that means my mother is Canadian-American, so I'm part Canadian... Right? A negligible amount because I'm still American, but still worth acknowledgement in heritage, right? 🤔

Just curious about the terminology there.

[frsoutherlandauthor]

Torn

featuring Alexandra Cappello & Rae Travis — characters from The New Ashton Chronicles, written by F.R. Southerland

(@frsoutherlandauthor | @the-new-ashton-chronicles | www.frsoutherland.com)

© 2020 F.R. Southerland

original fiction (repost) | approx. words: 800 | general warnings: violence | largely unedited | reblogs allowed & encouraged

1996

     She smelled of magic. Failed magic. Its scent was pungent, bearing earthy notes and burnt amber. It almost burned the inside of her nostrils--so much so that she recoiled back from her. Since when did she use such potent magic?

     Rae snapped her head up, sensing the sudden movement before she saw it. Her eyes widened, fingers tightly wound about the stake. She held it up, taking only a second to react—a precious second if Alexandra wanted to kill her. Heart kicking her ribs in a quick tempo, the spike of fear cutting through the magic-scent, negated any threat she proposed.

     She looked like an animal, Alexandra always thought. A little animal caught in a trap.

     But this animal had fight in her and Rae whipped around fast, throwing out her arm to smack against Alexandra’s face—but the vampire anticipated the move, grasping hold of Rae’s forearm and yanking her. With her forward momentum, the hunter stumbled, lost balance, and collided with the brick wall. When she pushed off, Alexandra had her. An arm wrapped around her middle, leaving Rae’s arms pinned down. Alexandra’s other hand pressed to the teenager’s throat.

     Though she stank of fear and burnt magic, Alexandra held her close. For a few seconds, Rae struggled, then went still. 

     “Alex,” she panted, words tight. “Let go. You’re hurting me.”

     “That’s the idea,” she crooned—but she obliged. After all, she hadn’t come to fight the girl. Just tease her, toy with her, continue the dance they’d been performing since the very start of it all. Her fangs pressed into her bottom lip when she grinned.

     Rae didn’t return the grint but narrowed her baby blues. She quickly put distance between them. “What do you want?”

     “Nothing important,” Alexandra answered coolly, her grin vanishing at the venom in the young hunter’s words. “You’ve been practicing magic.” She didn’t know whether to be concerned, impressed, or angry. “Haven’t I told you stupid little girls playing with illusions always get into trouble?”

     “That never seemed to stop you,” Rae retorted. Her hair had come loose from her ponytail, some of the dark strands caught against her sweaty neck. She pushed them back impatiently. “You were a stupid little girl with magic tricks once.”

     Ah, yes. She had told Rae about her past, those humble beginnings when she was a young witch learning her trade, before she became the vampire she was tonight. Her smile returned, albeit somewhat thinner. “I never said I was stupid. I knew the risks.”

     “Yeah? So do I.” She still held the stake tightly in her fist, knuckles white in the grip. 

     “You’re no witch. Whatever you tried to do failed. The stink of it is all over you. What were you doing?” She may have come to antagonize Rae in the usual way, but the talk of magic now gave her an excuse to press on, a reason. 

      But Rae avoided answering and instead drew her arm back, peering down at the sleeve of her jacket. Torn, no doubt in the scuffle, the thick fabric revealed skin beneath it. Rae stared at it, the corners of her mouth turned down. “Doesn’t matter, does it? Why would I tell you anyway?” she finally said, when the heat of Alexandra’s intense stare became too much. 

     The avoidance darkened her mood further. Was it a spell to offset her influence, or was it something more benign? Oh, it didn’t really matter, but it irked her 

     “Magic requires a balance. Talent. Understanding. Sacrifice. It’s not some toy for you to try and throw away. When it backfires, it can destroy you. Do you know how colossally bone-headed you are for attempting something like this?” It was anger, she decided. Anger and concern over the misuse of magic, of the consequences, of pain and suffering. “You are a stupid little girl.” 

     For a second, Rae simply stared at her, blue eyes wider than they’d ever been. 

     The blow came before she could stop it—a strong right hook straight to the jaw. The girl was strong by human standards, but nothing compared to a vampire’s. Though it struck her and made her stumble back, it by no means incapacitated or truly harmed her. 

     But then Rae was running, racing down the alley, her footfalls loud and slapping on the pavement. She splashed through a puddle, rounded a corner, and she was gone. Alexandra blew out a breath from her dead lungs, her face stinging from the blow. She took two steps forward, then stopped. Chasing after her would solve nothing. The girl was stupid and headstrong and nothing she could say or do would stop her from attempting magic, at least nothing short of magic itself. While an option, Alexandra wouldn’t choose it. No. Rae had to make her own mistakes and pay for them when the time came.

      It could be too late by then, but so be it. She wouldn’t be torn over this any longer. 

[coolclaytony-2]

Ah, I see a Troubadour of Tears just norrowly avoided being executed by witch hunters.

[everythinglisharae]

Lisha Rae meeting with Augusta Chronicle reporter. (2024)

[dailylisharae]

Lisha Rae via Facebook

[writer-of-worlds]

Nothing to say here! The moment you've all been waiting for!!!

[qaze]

The amount of time it took for me to process the Chronicles of Wonder lore needs to be studied psychologically.

That being said. I am in LOVE with domestic lodestone grove is now post-finale. Like— with how we saw the god system throughout fable, it always seemed so tense and how gods had to act was so set in stone that it looked impossible for them to have the lives that people like Rae and Fenris have now.

Fable tried that in a way, but in the end it was impossible because he tied his actions back to how he was as a god. Enderian tried, but got dragged back into that godly lifestyle in the end as well. And I feel like that’s a big distinction between the gods of old and those of new. The gods of new rewrote a gods’ way of life. They made so that, no, there weren’t two different sides of being a god. There weren’t half domesticated, half god. They morphed the sides into one.

[the-uninformed-zennial]

Okay but tbf, when has Icarus ever played by the rules of Quixis?

watching the chronicles of wonder and recent streams and damn Midas what was this about ‘everyone forgets you when you become quixis’ bc Icarus sure is haunting the narrative like the fucking ghost of Christmas past

[es--arcana]

Wanna talk about my Mason route detective for a sec cause man does NOT have a healthy sense of self worth which all stems bck to Rebecca and how she handled her grief.

She wasn't there, and when she was Rae could tell she wasn't ok. So he decided he'd make himself seem ok even if he really wasn't and that other people would ALWAYS matter more.

His Mom missed an event? It's fine, she was busy and her job is important.

What happened with Bobby? Ok yeah it sucked but that's on him for picking someone shit.

Literally the entire Murphy situation? If it wasn't for him people wouldn't of died.

Putting himself at risk for others? Second nature to him "It's fine if I get hurt so long as they're safe.".

He also falls under the "I date all the time!" option in book one. If someone doesn't want more he's not gonna push.

It's why he's so attached to Mason. Because as much as the guy can be grumpy and only does hookup situations he's also upfront about the fact that what Rae wants & his safety both matter alot to him and that it SHOULD be the case for everyone else. He's also adamant that other people not underestimate him or what he's capable of, consistently showing faith in his abilities.

But it's also why he's not gonna tell Mason he loves him. He knows Mason cares but he also knows the guy "doesn't do complicated". And Rae, as much as he tells himself he'll be ok, is absolutely terrified of being left alone. So as much as he wants to define what they've got going on he won't. He tells himself that he'll be ok with whatever Mason decides to give him.

Because at the end of the day he's still telling himself it's more important to mold himself around what others need.