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hollaforlyla · 13 days ago

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"YE MAY BE IN LOVE..." ── prime!sonic x reader

posting this here because why not :p

NOTE: wrote this back in 2024, and i really like it, so im reposting it here. originally from my wattpad. <3

enjoy, if have not already read!

You kicked the tree that was on the one single island you and your crew members were able to invade and a single coconut fell from the leaves, landing near your foot. " ARGH ! I told yall we'd find some food on this pity island ! " You grinned as you lift the food and threw it in the air, catching it in the air with a toothy grin decorating your lips.

Suddenly a loud splash of water caused you and your three members to jump in fright and look towards the shore of the land to see some sort of blue figure emerge from the blue waters and on the land.

You all hid behind the large rocks to overhear him talking to himself, " Okay, stay calm. One minute, I was looking for Nine, then I saw that gnarly ship, and then, somehow... " he pauses as he looks around and questions, " Wait, where am i? "

He suddenly sat on the green grass and huffed, " How did i get... "

" Ah! wonder what these guys do. " He spoke looking at his shoes and gloves at the same time before Batten spoke aloud, " Ahoy there, stranger! What brings ye to the No Place? " She asked while you, and you, Black Rose, and Sails sat behind her while she hung from the single tree.

"Seriously? " the creature suddenly laughs causing you to raise an eyebrow. " Pirates? That's--that's super! Just great ! Of course your pirates ! " He laughs as he extends his arms out.

" I bet he's one of the old crew ! " Sails spoke and that's when you made yourself known.

" Do you have some sort of hate for us pirates, mate ? " You spoke, getting close up to the blue hedgehog causing him to bend back as you tower over him with the tip of your sword close to his throat.

The blue hedgehog gulped as he chuckles, " No-no ! Of course not ! Pi-pirates ar thy best ! " He spoke in the worst accent as he backed away from your sword far as possible and uses his finger to move the tip of your sword.

" What should we do ? " Rose spoke as you stood in between her and Sails. " I say, we pirate ! " Batten suddenly jumped beside Black Rose, causing her to jump as Batten raises her sword in the air and grins. " But the captain's not here ! " You spoke up, causing Batten's grin to disappear as she looked back at you three. " Yar be right ! " Rose added, " I don't think he'd approve of us, you know, 'pirating' ".

" What kind of pirates don't pirate ? " Sonic asked and you suddenly grinned after hearing that sentence escape from his lips. " Landlubber is right ! Yarr know how the saying goes ' Dead men tall no tales ! ' ". And once again, you along with your crew raised your swords to the unknown hedgehog, causing him to back away and try to talk with you in his once again pirate voice.

" Argh, Argh ! I don't mean to harm ye ! I'm just a wayward hedgehog looking for a way home ! "

None of you listened to the creature and when you all threw your swords down he was able to jump over you all and run around the island. He looked back to see Batten fly after him and when he looked forward he skidded to a stop before he could hit the water.

No matter where the hedgehog went, you and your crew were always one step ahead of him because this island was so small he didn't have much space to run around. " Boy, it sure feels good to a pirate, don't it ? " Black Rose asked and grinned, squatting beside her as you were somehow able to pin the hedgehog to the edge of the large rock. " Aye ! Brings me back to the good ol' days, Black Rose ! "

You and the blue hedgehog were able to make eye contact for a longer period of time and this time he had a blush on his face. Back in your old world, Sonic had some sort of crush on you, so to speak. But being the Hero of Mobius he didn't have much time to worry about all the lovey-dovey stuff because of a so-called Egghead.

Whenever you got close to the Blue Blur he would panic and hide it with his heroic charm and runoff. He had no clue if you liked him back, but he knew for sure this version of you didn't, 100%.

Black Rose was able to trip the creature as he ran past her, and let out a scream as he was about to collide with the water, but suddenly he felt Sail's robotic arm catch him and lift him into the air and keep him there as he stared at Batten, Black Rose, and ..... Y/N.

" Well, wouldn't you know. I'm caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. " He spoke and Batten and Black Rose shared a puzzled glance with each other before Sails spoke up, " You know, he's too fast to be part of the old crew. "

" Listen, I am not a part of any crew you're looking for. In fact, I've lost my crew. It's a bit of a sore spot actually. " He admitted and Batten only smirked as she raised the tip of her sword to his throat once again. " I'll give you a sore spot, all right ! " Before she could do anything else, you step in front of her and pushed her back. " All right, all right. Enough of that Batten. Not everything needs to be beaten to a pulp....even if they are among our seas... "

The blue hedgehog and you made eye contact, but this time you glared at him as you placed your sword back around your waist in your belt whilst Sonic blushed...trying to keep his composure. " Gather the coconuts. The captain would want us to get back to the ship with something other than a filthy landlubber. "

" Arr, Y/N. " Black Rose agreed, " Leave this scalawag for the bazzards. " Batten only sighed as she watched you and Black Rose collect the coconuts, " Well, it was fun while it lasted. " And with that, Sails tossed the hedgehog back on the land as he faceplanted and followed his crew to collect coconuts.

" Wait, you're leaving ? " He questioned as he watched your four work, " Uh, you can't leave me here ! " He cried. " And why is that ? " You asked, leaning against the tree trunk and kicking it once more to gather the coconut from its leaves. " There's literally water everywhere ! "

You rolled your eyes and followed your crew to a small boat as you tossed the coconuts in there. " Uh, where're you going ? " He asked, " Somewhere with a lot of land, hopefully. "

" Back to our ship, and we don't take scalawags. " Batten responded, tired of the blue hedgehog's whining. " You know, with all that speed, this landlubber could be useful. " Sails explained as he circled around the creature using his tails to hover around. " Swabbing the deck, raising this mizzen mast, rowing the boat. "

Batten sighs, " I hate rowing the boat. " " Gives me bad cramps for days, " You added and Black Rose nods. " I'll row ! I'm a great rower ! Heh, I'll bet you 20 coconuts I'm the best rower you've ever seen ! " the creature grins as he nudges Sail's side before jumping down to the three others.

" FIne, I, too, hate rowing. But, there is one condition when we get back to the ship. It's captain's orders or else ! " Black Rose spoke as she turned, but suddenly Sonic zoomed in front of her and chuckled, " Or else? The plank ? I can assure you that this hedgehog has no interest in planks. " The creature spoke and you suddenly spoke up,

" Then prove to us you can take orders from a captain, or the plank is what you'll get ! Savvy ? " You placed a hand on your hip as he winked at you. " Captain's orders got it !...I love captains... " You roll your eyes as you pushed him to the side by placing a hand to his face and got into the small boat.

Once everyone was seated in the boat, Sonic grinned as he sat in his said spot. " Everybody got seat belts on? " You all blinked in silence and you stared at the hedgehog. " Seatbelts ?-- "

All of a sudden you felt yourself grab Batten's arm as the boat zoomed through the water faster than you've ever seen a bird soar above the ship's sails. You all let out a scream before you made it back to the ship, and your grip on Batten fell loose and you felt yourself fall a top of the blue hedgehog. Your arms were extended outwards and pinned on the sides of his stomach and your face was buried in his chest.

A blush formed on Sonic's face as you sat up as the boat was lifted onto the actual ship and you looked back up to see the hedgehog was gone and by the other side of the boat, covering his face to hide the blush.

You on the other hand felt your stomach twist in different directions until Batten tossed an arm around your shoulder, " Aye ! Looks like little Y/N caught herself a lucky one ! " You only nudged her arm and pushed her off of you, crossing your arms as you spoke. " Blimey ! 'Il crush ye barnacles if you think I would have some sort of feelings towards a stinkin' landlubber ! "

As Batten rose her arms in the air with a snarky smile, you looked back at the hedgehog and blushed before splashing some water on your face from one of the barrels and entered inside the ship and towards your room where you sat for a while until the captain was introduced to the blue hedgehog.

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The sound of the seagulls cawing awoke you from your slumber and as you entered the deck of the ship you saw your captain and other crew members sound asleep. You looked around for the blue hedgehog but you couldn't find him anywhere on the ship until you suddenly felt two hands grab onto your shoulders, " BOO-AH ! " You turned around and were able to tackle the intruder to the ground by the poop deck, but as the tip of your sword hits the neck of the person you let out a puff of air when you noticed the intruder was no one but that Sonic fellow.

" Sneak attacking a pirate can be a bad idea mate, especially if you're trying to befriend said pirate... " Your feet were planted to the floor as your back was leaned forward as the hedgehog's back was pinned to the ground, his quills squishing between his face as he lets out a half-heart chuckle. " I never knew pirates could be sneak-attacked? You're not like all of them, are you ? :"

" Your one to talk, hedgehog. Your fake pirate accent couldn't threaten a baby sea horse ! "

Sonic's belly laughter soon escaped from his lips and you cocked an eye up. " Yhou make uhup the strangest pahrases i've ehever hehard ! " You growled softly under your breath and moved your sword away from his neck and stepped off him so he could stand. You placed your sword back around your waist and walked towards the portside and stared at the water. Sonic slowly walked beside you and placed one elbow on the ledge and the other arm was placed on his hip.

" So you have no idea who I am ? " Sonic suddenly asked and you looked over to him playing with the small locket on your neck, " Well, I know you are very easy to tackle, you are very fast, and you have a very strange laugh... " You explained and Sonic chuckled,

" You somehow still remind me of my Y/N .. "

" Your Y/N ... ? "

" Oh, N-nevermind .... Have you, uh, got any sleep? You look overworked and tired. " He asked and you smiled, " I could be asking you the same thing, you look like you haven't slept in weeks. " You flicked his nose causing him to grab it and laugh, " I got my fair share...your the one who looks like they need some shut-eye... " Your smile died down and you had to admit you were tired. " A pirate's work is never done...stayed up all night cleaning the poop deck and made sure the captain's cabin was cleaned from sea bugs and other sea creatures. Got 'round 3-maybe 5 hours of shut-eye? " You guessed and Sonic looked to the water and thought for a moment.

Looking at the sun he could tell it was around maybe, 7 AM, and the rest of the crew was still asleep, so Sonic grabbed the sword from your waist and stabbed it to the pole of the sails. " Hey ! What do you think your-- " Before you could say anything, the blue hedgehog swung his legs into your ankles causing you to fall back but he caught you and placed you to the wooden floor of the deck and he laid beside you, his hands wrapped behind his head.

He sighs as he closed his eyes but you were still confused. " I- what are you doin- " He hushed you but slammed his hand over yours gently and you glared at him, about to bite his hand until he removed it and spoke, " It's still early in the morning...thank me later when you get at least 7 hours of sleep. "

And with that, he closed his eyes once more and you turned your body to face him and stayed like that waiting to see if he'll do anything...but he didn't. He just laid there with eyes shut, his chest moving up and down lightly. You looked around to see the rest of your crew sound asleep and you huffed quietly.

Eventually, you shut your eyes and around 10 minutes later you found yourself asleep, the waves hitting the bottom of the ship rocked it, giving the atmosphere a more calmer sound.

When morning hit, Sonic was the first to wake up and he found you sound asleep beside him, your mouth gaped open to create a small circle and he smiled fondly at the sight until he stood up......

#sonic #sonic prime #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic series #sonic fandom #x reader #sth #sth fandom #fluff #reader insert #gn reader #female reader #my writing

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trulyumai · 8 months ago

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Landing a Blow

Pairing: Messmer the Impaler x Reader

Synopsis; The tarnished invaded his keep, Messmer on the brink of defeat, thinks of his wife.

But wait, isn't that her pushing towards him and the Elden Lord ?

Warnings: Blood, Fighting, Violence, Anger.

A/N: Wooo boy! enjoy :)

Read with my Messmer playlist ! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Lv2RUNKH2voR45QP07ryd?si=WjtWV47iSiywnT7JhADyUg&pi=u-iz0Wfu53T36-

“Gah- Ah,”

The tarnished, as if to mock the legend of flames, stood proudly above him; with his weapon pointed downward towards Messmer, ready for the final strike, once and for all sealing their prophecy of lordship.

He followed the roads, the soldiers all the way to the darkened castle. And now, with the last standing relative of the grace; he could begin his reign. For only him could be Elden Lord.

“To fall- to such a- an indictment upon light; a curse to smother beneath mine own heel,” Messmer gritted out, blood falling off in rhythm off his temple and with teeth bared spat red at the man. His vision blurred, trying not to groan; he focused- the figure in front of him was too shaky for his liking, black dots entered his view.

His opponent said nothing, with a calm but eerie facade, the tarnished raised his sword above Messmer. It shined against the rising fire cascading the surrounding walls.

He couldn't believe it- to die by such indecent hands?

Despicable, what would his family think,

His followers,

His mother?

“O mother,” head tilted down, he could no longer hold the strong appearance, the pain numbed his senses.

His eyes burned, cuts lay waste to his body and his hands- were covered in blood and ash.

The maroon stains were dry, flaking off with each nervous twitch of the man's limb and his nails scratched at his knuckles in shame.

The silence of the room, it pissed him off to no end. For the tarnish to have such a stance- such ground before him, it boiled his blood, flamed his knuckles once more and made him bite down with such a pressure that made the bones in his teeth click and grind.

“Do it,” Messmer urged, red brows furrowed.

“Or is thou such a coward, thy won’t serve me deliverance?”

The blade began its descent, and Messmer couldn't physically shut his eyes. Memories upon memories graced his presence.

And it all involved his wife; his beloved.

Her laugh, the way she kissed him, smiled at him.

She was so, so proud of him, even through all the bodies that lay wasted upon the fields; she stayed upon his altar.

“I'm sorry, my love.” With those final words, his form could now relax and with a wobbling lip, smiled. The smell of Erdflowers and apples comforted his last moments as the blade grew closer.

“Stop! Please!”

A voice so delicate, so desperate drew the man from his displayed remorse.

“Wife?” He all but whispered. It wasn’t possible. It couldn't be real.

And yet there she stood, just beside the pushed open stone hinges- panting and wobbling toward the pair.

“Stop, please, I beg of you!” Tripping over a fallen piece of debris she cried out. Messmer couldn't help but jolt towards her in response; only to be stopped by a blade to the neck.

The girl's eyes widened, still laying on her chest adrenaline began to rush through her bones, shaky arms lifted her upper form yet her bottom half lay sprawled out. Too afraid of the sword running across her husband's skin, distance was kept between them.

However, the flames held no patience; they burnt the wooden beams around the ceiling, every second that passed meant that more instability entered the chambers. Suddenly, a large pillar fell atop the girl, she screamed out from underneath it and Messmer shuddered. Racked with fear he pushed against the blade, looking- wanting to see if her form laid whole.

It had.

She stared back at his yellow iris with blood dripping down the middle of her forehead.

The walls began to crack under such heat, paintings lay melted upon the ground and more objects fell upon the vicinity with a startling bang.

Her eyes, how they shined with such a deep remorse- a sadness that Messmer wished he could pluck out. His hands shook, just how was he supposed to protect his wife in such a state of disarray?

The tarnished so called, “Lord,” did nothing but glance at the woman and her pitiful state.

He felt the need to cut- maim such a pathetic sort in his presence. So with a kick to Messmer’s chest, he acted upon such intrusive thoughts.

The air plummeted out of the knight's throat, landing on his back he did nothing but cough out the ash that had landed in his windpipe. From the corner of his eye, he saw the movement and how the tarnished gripped onto his sword.

“No,” with every fiber of his being he lifted his figure, it was hunched and bloodied, but it stood afoot. His eyes, crazed and desperate, looked towards his cowering wife.

“Halt!” Ignoring the knight's pleas, the intruder quickened his pace. The girl tried to wiggle out from the object atop of her. It burned the back of her skin and she yelled out in fear.

He had to act.

Go.

GO!

“Mmph!” Finally free, his wife leaned back and tried crawling anywhere away from the approaching mongrel feasting upon her delicacy.

But, it was too late.

For the lord had gripped her hair and pulled back with all the might he could. Her feet scraped against the ground until she hung up like a rag doll, clinging desperately onto the man's dirtied glove.

She cried out, tears littered pinkened cheeks as wails left her throat unconsciously.

With his back to Messmer he had to be quick.

It would be clean; one slice.

The blade struck against her throat, creating a line of blood that reached down to her ruined dress.

For it would have been deeper, if nobody had slammed against his backside.

“Augh-”

“How dare you,”

Long fingers found their way against the tarnished neck.

“Touch my wife, with your graceless, vile hands.”

Desperate for air the man kicked- wriggled under the tall flame.

It wasn’t enough- for the knight was fueled with fire and anger; only to be snuffed out by the revenge he sought.

His wife did nothing but push her back against the farthest corner, sobs racked her body and the tears flowed freely.

She didn't hear the plethora of curses,

The kicking of the crazed lord,

Or the stillness that came after.

Everything went quiet. Only smoke clouded her vision and it began assaulting her throat most viciously. Coughing she looked, she needed proof of her husband, she wouldn't leave without it. Blinking she tried to push past the itching of her face- ash fell atop it gracefully as her nails itched without care upon her features.

“Mess-” a dry cough

“Mess-mer!” With such a scratchy tone, there was no way to hear her over the roaring of the flames.

For once, she crumpled. Did nothing but lay wilted against the floorboards as grief seeped into her bones like a plague.

Eyelids heavy, they sagged against the itchy smoke filled air. She couldn’t find the energy to leave the chambers.

Finally allowing her lids to fall; she waited. For death to come and pluck her away, away from the smoke and bodies.

Warm fingers touched her cheeks, the tips reached to her ears and her eyes jostled open.

It was him, her darling husband covered in fresh blood, with blackened ash clinging onto his frame. His snakes not upon his form, only ripped pieces of armor littered with maroon stains.

Grunting the man pushed forward, with everything he had left he began to lift the withered girl.

She tried to cry out in joy, cheer on her husband for such a monstrosity of a fight- but the tears ran thick. They wouldn't stop leaking out and falling atop her husband's hair and face.

Bursting through the doors, Messmer leaned against the wall as he descended down the walkway.

His wife whimpered out incessant worries, nabbing at his face as the man tried his best to find the way out of such a destroyed place.

“Wife- Ah, please,”

Her lips wobbled as the man continued his trek, never once did her eyes strain from his bloodied form.

Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, his face, neck- anything she could touch- she did.

Finally bursting through the last set of doors, Messmer collapsed, his knees skidded against the floor as he held his wife up against him.

She crumpled with the knight, leaned right into his form with a tight embrace.

“You- Are you hurt?”

He felt her head shift back and forth.

“Thou is- ah, sure?”

Another shift.

His palms rested on her back, soothingly trying to comfort the sniveling woman.

She jolted back, and Messmer would have been relieved to see her if not for the harsh slap that accompanied her features.

“You fool!” She bellowed.

“You- you ingrate, you nobody! You swore to be the strongest- to protect the order-

“I swore to protect you, darling- stop this,”

A single hand rose to capture her violent fists.

“Thou is fine, the order is fine. That pretender? He lays in the flames of the past, my love-

“Don’t ‘my love me!’ You could have died Messmer, and what then? Am I just supposed to forget you-us?!”

“Don't be foolish.”

No longer interested in such a conversation the man leaned back, he groaned out in pain as his bones once more lit aflame with agony.

His eyes were on hers, and with the other hand, captured her jaw.

“Thou remains safe, that's all that matters.”

She was too tired to argue- after such an event she was grateful to have her husband alive and well, but the fear had been replaced with anger.

Remorse hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I'm sorry.” She whispered.

“I thought you died.”

He smiled lightly upon the girl- ever infatuated with the love she held for the man.

“Mmm,” He hummed. “That’s alright, dear wife.”

Without hesitation she leaned in, her bloodied forehead molded against his.

He could do nothing but stare with half lidded eyes- fighting the sleep off with only her image.

Noticing the blank expression upon him she laughed, it was rough and exhausted.

“Sleep, my husband. I will watch over thee, hm?”

Nothing more needed to be said, securing his head against the stone support behind him, sleep took over the lanky man.

His wife sighed and with an adoring smile, kissed upon his stained lips.

It was her time to watch over and protect.

Nothing would get between her and the knight snoring tiredly against her body.

#elden ring dlc #Elden ring #Messmer #Messmer the impaler #Messmer x you #Messmer x reader #Messmer the impaler x reader #video game #video game x reader #angst with a happy ending #Fluff #Messmer is so tired bro #Let that man rest #Spotify

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caitlynkirramman · 6 days ago

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also there's. something about the rule of three in harrow that itches my brain and i am not sure if it was intentional or not but. three surviving lyctors, yes?

for the three virtues: patience (you'd have to have a lot of it if you were trapped in a grave for ten thousand years, and even more patience to love the world when your soul came out of it anyway), joy (c'mon gideon is just lil jester with a fuckass sword) and duty (i mean. harrow. do i need to?). stretching it a bit here, but three people dying upon discovering the "perfect" lyctorhood i.e. alecto (technically not dead) anastasia, and sammael.

father son and holy spirit.

you know where else the rule of three applies in this book?

and

referring to john and alecto respectively. the only ones who got the lyctoral process right.

EDIT: also adding @nibblinerasers observation:

father son and holy spirit. simple enough. (mercy voice) UNTIL.

the fucking temptations of christ. now, examining from this lens, taking the temptations to account:

stone to bread:

signifying the turn of an unlivable object into one that can nourish. first resurrection when john brings alecto to life. easy.

pinnacle of the temple:

quoting from wikipedia here - "If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down from hence: For it is written, 'He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee: And in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.'" hm. how about john's promise to harrow to replenish her house and raising her up to the position of lyctor?

mountain of temptation:

again, from wikipedia: "Barrett sees this as a temptation to accept the adulation of the crowds, assume leadership of the nation to overthrow Roman rule, take the crown of his own nation, and from there initiate the kingdom of God on earth." hey what is the first thing we see kiriona do in nona? show up on a screen visible to thousands of people on a decaying planet, announcing her intention to colonise it basically.

so. rule of three huh. it always comes back to these three terribly traumatized ladies. insert i've connected the dots meme

(ALSO notwithstanding the beliefs in some sects of christianity that if you call the devil's name thrice, he will appear before you. and seeing as john and alecto's names are said thrice in quick succession each, it really makes you wonder who the devil in the story is)

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #alecto the first #john gaius #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav #long post

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rottenpumpkin13 · 2 months ago

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Do SOLDIERs get productivity reviews?

Productivity reviews in SOLDIER are watching a bunch of hyper-athletic super soldiers remember they also have office jobs alongside the constant missions. Sure, they're elite fighters but Reports? Spreadsheets? Goddess help Lazard.

Sephiroth's "Areas for Improvement" include: "Be more civil to Professor Hojo." Sephiroth responds with "Do you have any father-son bonding tips, Lazard?" Lazard files for stress leave.

Kunsel submits a report claiming spreading gossip and keeping the rumor mill spinning counts as work hours and that he should be paid accordingly. Lazard pays him 10 gil to leave his office.

Cloud—who is not even a SOLDIER—gets the highest marks because Lazard likes him.

Reno somehow infiltrates the meeting pretending to be HR just to make fun of everyone's stats and write fake infractions for "dumb hair"

Genesis requests a formal acknowledgment of his contributions. Lazard asks for quantifiable results. Genesis submits a binder titled "An Honest Assessment of My Colleagues"which is just 80 pages of insults and rumors that open up three (3) formal investigations.

Zack submits a self-evaluation that just says: Big Sword, Bigger Effort, Biggest Smile :), Lazard lets it slide because he looked so proud of himself.

Sephiroth gets a note about "excessive solitary wandering." He writes back "These are meditations. Your bureaucracy hinders my transcendence."

Angeal racks up an HR complaint for creating a "Hostile Work Environment" by wrestling unhealthy snacks away from people. Lazard witnessed him confiscate Zack's thirteenth slice of pizza, proclaiming "WE FIGHT FOR HONOR, NOT HEARTBURN!" The last straw comes when Angeal is found bear-hugging Sephiroth to stop him from opening a bag of Shinra-brand spicy chips, whispering "I REFUSE TO WATCH YOU DIE FOR 40% AIR AND 60% MSG."

Genesis complains his full potential remains untapped due to office constraints. Lazard tells him to stop threatening to "bring forth the wrath of mine blade upon thy wretched form" or "unleash the fury of a thousand storms to smite thee where thou stand" whenever he's denied an upgrade to his desk chair.

Lazard schedules a group efficiency review. Sephiroth doesn't show. Genesis arrives 20 minutes late wearing sunglasses and holding an iced coffee the size of his ego. Angeal and Zack come in loudly arguing over "who would win in a fight: Tonberry or chocobo with a gun." Lazard ends the meeting 10 minutes in, sobbing into his hands.

Cloud accidentally walks into a review session looking for Zack. Lazard takes one look at him and says "Well done, Cloud" and gives him a commendation for "Unwavering Attendance." Everyone claps. Cloud is confused.

Angeal received criticism for "spending excessive time mentoring." He submitted a cost-benefit analysis showing how much money Shinra saved by having him prevent Zack from accidentally destroying company property. Angeal got a raise.

Sephiroth’s mission efficiency dropped by 2%. When investigated, it's revealed he's been taking longer to eliminate targets because "I don’t care anymore." He also claims that this has nothing to do with how the mess hall no longer sells spicy tuna rolls right around the same time

Zack's field reports always include a "Friendship Development Index" that tracks his relationships with the local populations. Surprisingly, the success of his missions directly correlates with how high these friendship scores are.

Lazard walks into Sephiroth's office for a personal productivity review. He finds him peeling wallpaper off the walls. When asked why, Sephiroth explains that when he's stressed, he pretends the wallpaper is Professor Hojo's skin. Lazard immediately schedules therapy.

Someone discovers that putting Angeal, Genesis, Sephiroth, and Zack on the same mission results in record-breaking inefficiency

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #crisis core #lazard deusericus

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beansprean · 1 year ago

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OH????

My Familiar’s Ghost part 59

Masterpost

New pages on Patreon!

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Close up of Nandor's hand, still holding the makeshift wooden sword which is now cracked in half and more of a stake than anything, laying back on the floor as vampire Guillermo's hand wrestles the stake from his grip. 1b. Wide shot from floor level at Nandor's head where he lays on the floor. Guillermo sits up, still straddling him, and raises the stake in his right hand with a snarl as he pin's Nandor's other hand with his left. An overturned table and the cracked wall is visible behind them. 1c. Close up of Nandor on the floor, staring up at Guillermo with a complicated expression; something small and hurt. Guillermo's left hand releases his grip, but Nandor makes no moves to defend himself. Text appears nearby in curly font, repeating the spell that had cursed Guillermo's vampire form: 'Should blood be supped'. 1d. Repeat. Guillermo's left hand grips onto the front of Nandor's tunic and pulls him up slightly. Nandor closes his eyes and tips his head back, resigned to his fate. The text continues, 'to end thy life'.

2. Extreme closeup of a bright blue ribbon of light racing across a black background.

3a. Shot of vampire Guillermo from behind as he raises the stake in his right hand. Nandor's right hand is creeping up Guillermo's left arm. Against a black background outside the panels, the ribbon of blue light winds around them, getting bigger and bigger as it goes. Text nearby continues, 'your body lay not still'. 3b. Repeat, getting closer. The stake is raised higher. Nandor's trembling hand reaches Guillermo's elbow. 3c. Repeat, closer again. The stake is raised higher. Nandor's hand has slid to Guillermo's upper arm and is reaching around to his back. Text nearby continues, 'a slayer wakes'. 3d. Repeat, very close now, Guillermo's upper back filling the frame as he raises the stake to its peak, poised to strike. The ribbons of light converge on the panel. Nandor's hand clutches at Guillermo's back. Text nearby continues, 'to turn the knife'.

4a. Shot in profile as the light slams into vampire Guillermo's back, flooding the panel in blue and white. Guillermo arches, head tossed back and fanged mouth wide open in a silent scream. The stake pauses mid-air, halfway down. Nandor's chin is visible in the bottom left, Guillermo's other hand fisted in the front of his tunic to pull him up. 4b. Repeat. Closeup on Guillermo as he slumps forward again, bringing Nandor closer, the light blooming and sinking in at his back, eyes gone wide and fully white. The stake in his raised right hand trembles. Goosebumps rise on his left forearm. Text nearby continues, 'and succumb'. 4c. Repeat Extreme closeup on Guillermo's mouth as he exhales a glowing blue mist, sweat dripping down his cheek. His grip on Nandor continues to tighten, now nearly nose-to nose.

5. Zoom out. Guillermo pulls Nandor closer still and smashes their mouths together, the background erupting again into a burst of white and blue light. Guillermo's eyes are clenched tightly shut, right hand still holding the stake mid-air and left lifting Nandor's torso off the ground by the front of his tunic. Nandor melts into the kiss immediately, eyes closed, right hand digging desperate fingers into Guillermo's side. Text nearby finishes, 'to slayer's will'. /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #my familiars ghost #vampire guillermo #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #fan comic #image described #blood tw

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petermorwood · 6 months ago

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More Sword Questions...

These are further questions prompted by a post already long enough that I’m not reblogging the whole thing. It’s here.

@softness-and-shattering (who posted the original Ask) wrote:

Thank you so much! What Im getting is that there arent any exact rules, different people and places mixed and matched sword features as they liked. Is that more or less correct? The swords that are green, is that oxidization? Theyre very pretty. And if fullers are to reduce sword weight, what are ridges for? Thanks again :)

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(1) Yes, it's oxidation. The uncomplimentary word is "tarnish", the complimentary word is "patina". Bronze swords in museums can be various colours ranging from green (verdigris)...

...through golden...

...to shades of brown and almost black.

I don’t know why (archaeological metallurgy is a mystery to me) but at a guess it's related to the acidity of the ground in which they were found, the proportions of copper / tin / other metals in their bronze.

It may also be the point at which conservators decided they'd gone far enough with that particular artefact and further restoration / cleaning would cause damage.

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(2) Ridges on sword-blades add stiffness, is the remnant of the bar or rod of steel from which the sword was made, and are created as the blade's final form is hammered out on either side, leaving a sort of raised centre-parting.

(If this is over-simplified or just plain wrong and swordsmiths reading it are going "Nooo!", please correct me!) ;->

Here's one example with a very prominent ridge, from the Victoria & Albert Museum in London...

...and another with a more restrained centre-line from the Metropolitan Museum in New York.

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(3) Sword shapes and features changed depending on functional requirements. If a shape worked and its use didn’t change, it stayed the same. The Roman gladius and Japanese katana are two examples of not much change in shape over several centuries.

Demands of fashion also played a part in what kind of sword was worn when and with what.

While swords (not just Messers or falchions or other "fighting knives") do appear without armour in medieval art...

...swords only became a regular part of civilian dress in the mid-late 1400s.

In Germany this was called a Reitschwert - "riding sword" - for self-defence when out (riding) in ordinary clothes. In Italy it was a spada da lato - "side-sword" - for what's now called EDC (every-day-carry) not just in war. In Spain it was an espada ropera - "robe sword" - for wear with regular clothes rather than armour.

That last one, worn down, mispronounced or just plain pinched, became "rapier", and because it was worn every day, with stylish garments, it became yet another way in which to show off.

The most common Europe-wide rapier was a "swept hilt", comprising bars and loops, while Spain and Spanish-influenced places like Italy preferred the "cup-hilt", which had a different style of swordplay.

Cup-hilts are familiar from movies because it's easy to dress up a sport-fencing sword as something much older. Here's a stage-combat modern épée and two real rapiers.

Cup-hilts could be plain metal bowls like those, or beautiful examples of chiselled, pierced metalwork.

Swept-hilts could be equally impressive.

They were proof that their wearers were dedicated followers of fashion, men of wealth and taste - and, of course, always armed and just as always ready to use what they carried at the drop of whatever was just dropped.

Duelling became a craze, laws against it were ignored, any excuse would do, and Shakespeare summed it up nicely:

MERCUTIO: Nay, and there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou? why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast; thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another for tying his new shoes with old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling?

(That one about the doublet had echoes in 1922, with The Straw Hat Riot in New York, involving assaults on men who hadn't stopped wearing straw hats by the fashion-approved date of mid-September. At least nobody got run through...)

Oddly enough, portraits which include rapiers usually show swept-hilts, even in Spanish portraits where cup-hilts might be expected (I've seen a couple, but not many). Perhaps the artist didn’t have one to hand, or thought the swept-hilt style was more visually interesting.

The smallsword (shorter, lighter, less cumbersome to wear) replaced the rapier, and it too featured a lot in portraits. It was a piece of masculine jewellery, with a stiff narrow blade on an elegant hilt which might be metal...

...or some more exotic material like mother-of-pearl or porcelain.

Then fashion changed again, smallswords also went away, and once again the only people wearing swords on a regular basis were uniformed military types, whose swords could be all sorts of shapes and sizes depending on branch of service and function.

Even when that function is just to be part of regalia, and look good on parade.

#arms and armour #swords #shapes of swords #styles of swords

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pierswife · 1 year ago

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guys there's a tie and 4 hours left please don't do this to me please my little indecisive mind can't handle this-- /lh

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(Towering Pair is the JP title dw about it)

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#RAISE THY SWORD WAS LOSING TERRBILY AND THEN I CHECK THIS MORNING AND IT HAS MADE A COMEBACK AND IS NOW TIED FOR NUMBER 1

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the-gangaridaean · 1 month ago

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If you worship Aphrodite, you shouldn't hate. Hatred is the antithesis of love, and Aphrodite is Love. By choosing to be hateful, you choose to go against all that is Aphrodite. The Goddess does not see you for your genitals, for your skin colour, for your sexuality, for your weight or for anything of the sort. She sees you for your heart, and as long as you have a heart full of love — she will be with you. Pray to her, ask her to give you the ability to love even in the face of oppression.

But let me remind you, love doesn't always mean turning the other cheek. Love can also mean taking up arms for all that you hold dear. Ask me about that, I've taken to the streets and risked my life for the freedom of my people. Sometimes Love will look like Hate, but as long as that hatred is directed towards something hateful, I assure you it is Love.

Other times, though, Love is "loving thy enemy". Turn the other cheek, hand the thief your jacket, show kindness in the face of cruelty. There is nothing more disarming to a cruel person than a few nice words. There is nothing more insulting you can do to a tyrant than humanise them. They hate being human. But do not let your kindness be mistaken for compliance. Never comply with injustice, but when you raise the sword, make sure that they know it is done with Love.

#aphrodite deity #aphrodite worship #helpol #aphrodite #hellenic polytheist #hellenism #zafran est bavard #hellenic polytheism #polytheism #revelations

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the-gay-rat · 2 months ago

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Riordan-verse Prophecies

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

You shall go west, and face the god who has turned, You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned, You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend, And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.

You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone, You shall find what you seek and make it your own, But despair for your life entombed within stone, And fail without friends, to fly home alone

Five shall go west to the goddess in chains, One shall be lost in the land without rain, The bane of Olympus shows the trail, Campers and Hunters combined prevail, The Titan’s curse must one withstand, And one shall perish by parent’s hand.

You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze, The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise. You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand, The child of Athena's final stand. Destroy with a hero's final breath, And lose a love to worse than death.

A half-blood of the eldest gods shall reach sixteen against all odds and see the world in endless sleep, The hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap, a single choice will end his days, Olympus to preserve or raise.

The heroes of Olympus

seven heroes shall answer the call to storm or fire the world must fall an oath to keep with final breath as foes bear arms to the doors of death

Child of lightning beware the earth the giants revenge the seven shall birth forge and dove shall break the cage and death unleashed through Heras rage

to the north beyond the gods lies the legions crown falling from the ice the son of Neptune shall drown

wisdoms daughter walks alone the mark of Athena burns through Rome twins snuff out the angels breath who holds the key to endless death the giants bane stands gold and pale won through the pain from a woven jail

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Wrongly chosen, Wrongly slain, A hero Valhalla cannot contain. Nine days hence the sun must go east, Ere sword of summer unbinds the beast.

The Trials of Apollo

Caves of blue.

…Westward, burning.

Pages turning.

…Indiana.

Happiness approaches.

There was once a god named Apollo, Who plunged in a cave blue and hollow, Upon a three seater, the bronze fire-eater, Was forced death and madness to swallow

The words that memory wrought are set to fire, Ere new moon rises o’er the devils mount, Till bodies fill the Tibet beyond count.

Yet southward must the sun now trace its course, Through the mazes dark to land of scorching death, to find the master of the swift white horse and wrest from the crossword speaker’s breath.

To westward must the lester go; Demeter’s daughter finds her ancient roots. The Cloven guide alone the way does he know, To walk the path in Thine own enemies boots

When three are known and Tiber reached alive, tis only then Apollo starts to jive

Bronze upon gold

East meets west

Legions are redeemed

Light the depths

One against many

Never spirit defeat

Ancient words spoken

Shaking old foundations

Destroy the tyrant

Aid the winged

Under golden hills

Great stallion’s foal

Turn red tides

Harken the trumpets

Enter strangers home

Regain lost glory

Apollo faces death in Tarquin’s tomb unless the doorway to the soundless god is opened by (Bellona’s Daughter)

A wildcat near the spinning lights. The tomb of Tarquin with horses bright.

To open doors two-fifty-four

O son of Zeus the final challenge face, The tow’r of Nero two alone ascend, dislodge the beast that hast usurped thy place, The son of Hades, cavern runner’s friend, Must show the secret way unto the throne. On Nero’s own your lives now depend. A dare reveals the path that was unknown, And bears destruction; Lion, snake-entwined or else the princeps never be o’erthrown

Apollos flesh and blood shall soon be mine, Alone he must descend into the dark, The sibyl never again to see his sign, Lest wrestle with me till se his final spark, The god dissolves, leaving not a mark

Apollo must fall, but Apollo must rise again

The Sun and the Star

Go forth and find the one who calls out your name, who suffers and despairs for refusing to remain; there leave some of equal value behind, or your body and soul no one will ever find.

(correct me if i got any wrong)

#pjo hoo toa #the sun and the star #trials of apollo #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #magnus chase and #magnus chase

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happy-mokka · 23 days ago

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"Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion! Leave the dead in peace!"

A cold voice answered: "Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey! Or he will slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shriveled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye."

A sword rang as it was drawn. "Do what you will; but I will hinder it if I may."

"Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!"

Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel.

"But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him."

...

There some paces from him sat the great beast, and all seemed dark about it, and above it loomed the Nazgûl Lord like a shadow of despair.

A little to the left facing them stood she... But the helm of her secrecy had fallen from her, and her bright hair, released from it's bonds, gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears were on her cheek. A sword was in her hand and she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy's eyes.

Pity filled his heart and great wonder, and suddenly the slow-kindled courage of his race awoke. He clenched his hand. She should not die, so fair, so desperate! At least she should not die alone, unaided.

...

Still she did not blench: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair yet terrible. A swift stroke she dealt, skilled and deadly. The outstretched neck she clove asunder, and the hewn head fell like a stone.

The Lord of the Rings - The Return of the King

The Battle of the Pelennor Fields

J. R. R. Tolkien

published by George Allen & Unwin Ltd. 1955

Source:

FanArt Worlds, Etsy

Original artist unknown

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isiaiowin · 1 day ago

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GOetry - Italian Romance

For the second week of the GOetry world tour, we're heading to Italy! But before we begin, let’s take a romantic tour of Italy itself.

Wander through the piazzas of Rome and toss a coin into the Trevi Fountain, wishing your ineffable pair the happy ending they deserve. Inhale the wonderful sea breeze along the breathtaking Amalfi Coast. Drift through the canals of Venice in a traditional gondola before heading to Pisa, for pizza, and silly pictures with the Leaning Tower.

From the grandeur of Florence’s Renaissance art, shaped by masters like Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci, to the rolling vineyards of Tuscany, Italy has long been a muse for romantics. Passion is etched into every cobblestone, echoed in every operatic aria, and painted in every golden sunset over the Mediterranean.

So let’s immerse ourselves in Italian romance and dive into this week’s prompt.

Prompt:

Form: Petrarchan Sonnet

Theme: Engagement / Wedding

What is a Petrarchan Sonnet?

The Petrarchan sonnet, also known as the Italian sonnet, is a poetic form named after the Italian poet Francesco Petrarca—though it was not developed by Petrarch himself.

Structure:

A Petrarchan sonnet consists of fourteen lines, divided into two parts:

Octave (8 lines) – The rhyme scheme is typically ABBAABBA. This section often presents a theme, problem, or argument.

Sestet (6 lines) – The rhyme scheme varies, but common patterns include CDECDE or CDCDCD. The sestet usually provides a resolution, contrast, or reflection.

Example:

William Wordsworth's "London, 1802"

Octave

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour

England hath need of thee: she is a fen

Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,

Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,

Have forfeited their ancient English dower

Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;

Oh! raise us up, return to us again;

And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.

Sestet

Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;

Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:

Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,

So didst thou travel on life's common way,

In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart

The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

@goodomensafterdark

#GOetry #good omens poetry #good omens fandom #good omens #good omens poem

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friendsoup · 1 year ago

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Sick Day with Dikke

Recipe: Dikke x Sick!Reader, fluff, gn!reader, can be read as platonic or romantic! WC: 1k Chef's Note: I just got Dikke, so I thought it'd be nice to write something for her! Not to mention everyone is getting sick around me... It's a simple drabble, not my best work but not my worst by far. I just wanted to actually post something for once. Anyways.... here's a tough girl showing you some affection <3

Today was not your day. You woke up feeling miserable, your entire body aching. You were drenched in sweat, an uncomfortable wetness soaking into your bedsheets. You attempted to pull yourself from bed, only to find such a task to be impossible. You fell back, your head pulsating pain as it hit the pillow, your eyes slowly closing themselves again. You had just managed to fall into an uneasy sleep, when a knocking at your door awoke you. “M’lord?” A stoic voice asked, before giving a few more hearty knocks. A groan escaped you, knowing full well who the person behind the door was. You’d promised Dikke that you’d train with her, and it seems she’d come to take you up on your offer. You didn’t think you could hold a sword like this, nor use any of your arcana, but you couldn’t leave her outside your door like this. You’d worked so hard to get close to her, you’d hate for it all to be for nothing. You crawled out of bed, slowly slumping towards the door. It took you a moment to fiddle with the doorknob, before pushing it open to receive your guest. “Art thou-” Dikke paused, her eyes widening at the sight of you. “Oh my.” She said under her breath, raising a hand to her mouth. “Sorry, I don’t think I can train today.” Your voice cracked, your throat burning with each word. “I’ll just-” “Stay.” She commanded, before turning tail and rushing off. You watched her go, admiring the way she held herself. Dikke always moved with purpose, as if her destination was the most important thing in the world. She held herself with such high confidence, something you could only aspire towards. You’d been trying to make friends with her for a while now, though you weren’t sure it’d been working. She treated you with the same coldness she treated everyone with, barely sparing you a second glance. Not that you blamed her, she was an important person, a hand of justice. And you, well, you were just you. Some low arcanist, barely worth her time. A minute later, you were still standing in the doorway. You didn’t know why you were following her command so closely. Your body was practically begging you to go back to sleep. But when Dikke spoke, you felt inclined to listen. Not wanting to upset or disappoint her. It was just as you were going to turn back into your room that she appeared again, holding a tray of food. You blinked at the display. There was porridge, a glass of warm tea, some toast, and a small flower placed gingerly on the side. “I received assistance from Madam Bunny.” Dikke admitted, before nudging you back. “Thou must return to thy bed. Your body needs rest if it is to regain strength.” You nod, too tired to argue, and too hungry to reject the help. Bunny Bunny always made such nice meals, who were you to decline something made by her?

You turned back to bed, nearly collapsing on top of the covers. Dikke simply shook her head, placing the tray down on a side table. “M’lord, you’ll be cold if you fall asleep in such a position. Allow me to aid you.”

Softly, she raised the covers over your lap, helping you sit up as she did so. Your eyes fell closed once again as you leaned into her touch, your breathing slowing as a sense of peace fell over you.

“Not yet, M’lord. Thou must eat.” You couldn’t help but hear a twinge of concern in her voice as she spoke, an emotion you were not used to hearing from the ruthless girl.

“Yes, I’ll… I’ll eat.” You told her, fighting back a yawn. Dikke stood once more, picking up the tray and walking it over to you. She placed it on your lap, and right away you began to dig in.

It was heavenly. It warmed your insides, soothing your raspy throat and relaxing your tense muscles. Dikke sat at the edge of the bed as you ate, watching you with great intensity. You’d seen such a look before, it was the focus of a woman in battle, though you couldn’t comprehend why she was showing it here.

“It’s good.” You commented. Dikke made no response. “Bunny made all this?”

“Yea. The moment she heard you were unwell, she leapt into action. She couldn’t stand the thought of an ally being sick.” Dikke said, giving a curt nod.

“And the flower.” You continued, “I’m guessing that’s also from her?”

Dikke’s cheeks went pink, her gaze falling off of you. “Nay. Twas I who placed the flower on your tray.” You watched this change of expression, shocked. You’d never seen her like this before, all delicate and soft. This was a far cry from the woman you’d seen fighting, who slayed foes with such great force.

“Oh.” You muttered, feeling your own cheeks grow hot. “Thank you. It’s nice.”

“You are welcome.” Dikke squeaks, fidgeting with her hands.

The two of you fall silent, save for the sounds of you finishing your breakfast. You catch Dikke glancing at you a few times, though she quickly looks away whenever you notice. She’s far from the confident girl you’re used to, though you don’t understand what could have brought about this change. Could she simply be nervous because you’re sick?

You finish quickly, devouring the remaining bits of toast in a few seconds. Dikke nods, pleased with your appetite. Standing, she picks the tray off your lap, and places it back on the side table.

“Lay down, M’lord. It’s time for you to return to sleep.” Her voice is soft, her eyes looking down at you kindly. You simply nod, shrinking down into your bed, feeling an intense exhaustion pull you under. Dikke takes a step towards you, placing a hand on your cheek. It’s light, but her skin is so cold, it feels like the touch of an angel. You lean into it, and this time, she doesn’t pull away.

“Goodnight, M’lord.” She whispers to you, gently rubbing her thumb over your cheek.

You can barely hear her though, as you fall back into a restful sleep.

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Dikke #Dikke x reader #Dikke x you #Dikke reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!

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Elara's Enchantment

An unruly mob has gathered at your palace gates. They are voicing disdain and disappointment over your rule as king of their lands. They were promised bountiful seasons and everlasting joy, perhaps overpromised. You only wanted to be loved, but now your subjects have overpowered your guards and are now threatening to tear down your palace gates with a battering ram.

You furrow your brow, feeling desperation sink in. If they catch you, they would probably see you hanged, or even worse, burnt at the stake. The last remaining guards of your palace have deserted you and a cold sweat trickles down your forehead as a chill rushes down your spine.

However, relief washes over you when your beloved queen, Elara, puts her hand on your shoulder. The weight of her hand along with her warmth, envelopes you. You are loved with her, you are safe with her.

Queen Elara: My love, leave this to your queen. I will deal with them personally.

Confused and worried, you try to turn to her and reach out. What could she have meant? But before you could even say a word, she vanishes from your balcony and materializes at the grand staircase from the castle gates below you.

Thunder rumbles and the orange sunset sky darkens, your queen stands before the palace gates, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

She reveals a large tome that crackles with mystical, purple energy in her hands, as she begins her monologue.

Queen Elara: Hahaha! Oh, dear subjects, you thought you could challenge the throne? How amusing! Your pitiful king may have been weak in his promises, but you will soon see that he pales in comparison to your dear Queen Elara! You wish to raid the palace? Oh, you will get more than you bargained for.

With a flourish and a series of exotic hand gestures, the queen opens the tome, revealing ancient runes and incantations. Her voice takes on an eerie, demonic tone as she recites an unholy spell.

The mob grips their pitchforks, torches, and swords tighter. Their leader, the man who seeks to usurp the throne, rallies them to push on and continue breaking down the gates.

The two last palace guards standing beside Queen Elara begin cowering in fear over the events that are transpiring before them.

Queen Elara: Unnamable Gods, O Powers of Old, I call upon Thee! Fill my supple form with your might. I offer to Thee my flesh that I can strike fear in Thy names! Grant me strength beyond measure, make me a terror they will never forget! Let your essence seep into my muscle, bone, and sinew. Let your bounty embolden my body! Let them cower at my raw might, bless me with your succor!

A dark aura envelops your queen, and power surges to her veins. The very air is stirs with an unspeakable energy. The people could taste the metallic flavor of the wind as powers beyond their recognition twist the body of the woman before them.

You stand in both awe and terror at the capability of your wife. She has always been fond of perusing the scriers archives during her free time, and now you are witnessing the very fruits of her passion take shape as she defends your last bastion.

The incantations from the weathered tome fills the grand staircase leading to the palace entrance as she raised her arms, the words flowing off her tongue like a wicked melody.

Then, it began.

At first, the change appears subtle. Her regal gown, once a symbol of her grace, tightens imperceptibly around her form. The fabric shifts around, trying to accommodate something moving inside, something growing. Smooth embroidered silk strains against her skin, hinting at the growing power within. Queen Elara, however, remains composed, her eyes fiercely fixed at the terrified mob attempting to break down the formidable gates.

Then came the first audible rip. Her tight corset immediately loses to the growing woman's burgeoning body.

Next came her gown, the exquisite fabric, woven with threads of gold and silver, surrenders to the queen's expanding frame. With each passing moment, she feels herself grow taller, her limbs elongating, and her body stretching. Her breasts, once modest, have begun to fill with mass and milk. Her arms thicken with muscle and girth.

Audible moans escape her lips as she grows in spurts that feels like orgasms at every release.

The gown protests but could not keep up the losing battle, her seams burst open like fireworks, the sound audible throughout the area.

Queen Elara's lips curl into a malevolent, triumphant smile as her once regal gown now hangs in tatters around her.

She stands tall, her figure outlined by the shimmering remnants of her attire. To her, the world seems to shrink from her ascending perspective, the threatening size of the amassed townsfolk dwindling as she continued to grow.

Queen Elara: BWAHAHA, Look at me! I am growing into a force that will quell your insolence!

Your queen, now a monstrous growing behemoth, turns to look at you looking down from the balcony.

Queen Elara: My beloved king, you need not cower any longer. For it is they who will fear me now, and through their fear, they will understand the consequences of betraying the crown!

Her laughter, now dark and melodic, blast their ears as she guffawed. The torn gown fell away in tatters, unable to contain her majestic size any longer.

Queen Elara, now a giantess, stands amidst the ruins of her regal attire. She was a monument to dark power, her eyes ablaze with the might of ancient forces.

Then, with a booming voice, she declared.

Queen Elara: A queen must protect her king, no matter the price! I shall be your shield, my love, and none shall dare to defy us again!

The malevolent tome that has begun floating around her as she grew suddenly glowed and flew towards her, ramming her chest with immense force. She winced and took a step back. Her heavy feet cracks the floor to the castle door and she tries to lean on something for support.

That was when it hit you and her. She was leaning on your elevated balcony for support! She has grown even bigger now!

Queen Elara glances at her chest to see that it is now pulsing with purple energy. The tome has entered her body to become a more efficient channel to this otherworldly power flowing within her.

Queen Elara, now confident with her might, strides forth, her steps like seismic rumbles. The ground shakes beneath her feet as she surveys the peasants below with eyes that glitters with both malignant glee and unbridled fury.

Queen Elara turns towards her beloved king and picks you up with her hand. You seemed like a child's doll compared to her now. She winks at you and places you on her shoulder. Then, she grasps a nearby guard tower and yanks it off the bastille foundations. With ease, she breaks it with her bare hands.

Queen Elara: We will no longer need this petty castle! I shall be your fortress, my king! My love will protect you from every danger, every threat! Hold on tight, my dear, this will be perilous!

With a powerful heave, she breaks through the castle gates, her massive form now emerging to engage the fleeing masses. Your once mighty castle now seems minuscule behind her.

Queen Elara: This is my new order, hear your queen's decree! Guards, rally to me! Let us crush this rebellion and restore order!

The remaining castle guards drew courage from this and cheer at the massive Elara. They gear up and start pouring out of the castle behind her and into the town. A massive civil war breaks out, but the odds are in your favor with your beloved queen taking to the front lines.

She turns to you and whispers gingerly.

Queen Elara: Fear not, my beloved king! Your queen shall be your protector, your shield, and your wrath! Those who defy us will meet their end at my hands!

But before you stands one obstacle. The leader of the mob. The one who organized this whole rebellion - The Usurper.

He stands before you and Elara with unmatched courage as he draws his sword which he anoints with blessed oil and enchants with a glowing yellow aura.

Queen Elara: Ha! You dare raise your blade at me? You are defeated, your mob routed. Kneel before your ruler, your queen, and we may yet spare you! O Usurper, should you still dare challenge us, then you shall feel the consequences of my ire!

Queen Elara charges at the hero with all her might. The darkened sky above breaks out into a chorus of unspeakable melodies and chants to herald the incarnation of the Unnamable Gods that is your wife. An epic battle between a force of order and chaos ensues.

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