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bigmeandragonlady · 1 year ago

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Finally finished the dossier template, few other things of note:

Pretty handy with a knife as well as the bow.

Can process seafood really quickly

Prefers to be at a REASONABLE height with the sky above her

If you want to know her exact birthday, you'll have to figure it out on your own or hassle her enough

Scars: a small cut on her chin, stab scar on her stomach (she fell out of a tree and impaled herself, okay), inside of her bicep, across the outside of her right wrist to her thumb, palm side of her left thumb

Tattoos: Ket tattoo on the inside of the wrist, floral sleeve on her left arm, anchor + rope + birds on one of her ankles

I kept rambling and found it hard to summarize the relationships so I've expanded under the cut. There are def rumors that she's dating or sleeping with at least half of them

Blade: they get along weirdly well. Recruits in particular are always surprised to find them casually walking together- they find her softer demeanor an odd juxtaposition to how Blade... is. Also! He is fun to tease. thinks how much she'd like to hear him whimper. It's a miracle they don't butt heads more often, considering her beef with authority. He hates when she gets together with Trouble and Chase b/c she joins them in being a group menace.

Romance: I could see it but Blade would have to make the first move and bridge that gap, as she's convinced herself she's not meant for a relationship. One of the biggest issues i would see them having is Blade's protectiveness would make her feel like she was being smothered and coddled at times.

Trouble: They get on like a house on fire. Her first friend in the order and i'm still deciding if they get arrested together or she pulls Trouble away. Very casual with physical affection and he's a personal space heater. Not a lot to say here b/c it's pretty straight forward!

Romance: Absolutely could see it happening but this would involve a third party kicking Trouble in the ass b/c he's dense as a brick. But it could very well fall apart b/c of her whole romantic relationship = bad, thing. She would realize 'i have feelings for him, but he doesn't have any idea yet' and probably distance herself which would cause confusion and hurt for Trouble, he might confide in someone and they just "she has feelings for you, dipshit"

Tallys: A little more complicated- Aelyn bounces and feeds off other ppl's personalities to interact so the cool, calm, detached thing is kind of weird sometimes b/c she's.... not that. It gets better as she eases out of survival mode. Tallys has given her a lot of tips when it comes to archery (flirting, unnecessary touching, ect included), they go on nature walks, and they do talk often.

Romance: Maybe. While they work as friends with benefits... idk if it would go beyond that. Speaking of: Tallys is absolutely the one to break that arrangement off b/c she's the first one to clock Aelyn being in deep for Chase (or just... between tallys and chase, idk how she has any energy). this is how i see it happening anyway, since aelyn is in denial and idk how willing tallys would be to be in the middle of... that. Of course, how these two fwb route interact can absolutely change things

Shery: She loves Shery. Like if she was more comfortable with casual affection Aelyn would give a hug and kiss on the head when they met up. Borderline cute aggression (I could see Aelyn getting drunk, holding onto Shery, saying "you're so adorable, what the fuck"). Shery does a good job of making her feel cared about w/o being coddled. Has loved helping her be a little more assertive

Romance: I think Shery would be too timid to kick things off and that's what Aelyn needs. I would see this being Shery falling and not saying anything.... forever. There's also the "and they were both bottoms" lol.

Riel: They get along but I wouldn't call them good friends? They respect each other but if they had no work related reason to see each other, both would be okay with that. Even if he was romanceable for a fem MC, it would not happen. Man won't even share his food.

Chase: This is hard b/c my brain kind of turns to static when I think about them. But they got on very quickly. Not as quickly as say, Trouble, but when she said 'We're square' she genuinely meant it. she got points right off the bat for tracking him down and busting into the guild solo and not really giving a shit that they're the thieves guild. He gets points for being so easy to get a long with and leading a life that would make him a huge hypocrite for judging her past choices.

Romance: He's her main romance so- It's such a fucking mess and i love mess. Fuck buddies who have caught feelings and are stupid about it b/c they don't want them. They've managed to worm past each others walls on accident and it's going to get worse before it gets better. At this point in the game, the thought of losing him or even turning down the dial on whatever they have going on is devastating, which scares her. Honestly, just how relationship avoidant I make her ultimately depends on how the torpedo + subsequent reconciliation happens.

Red: He caught her scoping the library and offered her a tour, gaining immediate friendship points. She's envious of his education but he's so open with his knowledge and resources she can't resent him. they talk about nerdy magic shit all the time and Blade is 🙄 when they start bouncing off each other.

Romance: Such a close runner up to Chase it's almost tragic. The biggest tipping point is that she met chase first. I think he would be patient enough to get past her walls and mature enough to just fucking... talk to her. There's obviously chemistry and something there that would make him pursue her. this would be overall healthier and wouldn't explode (as badly). she'd be terrified of meeting his family though.

Ayla: They're pretty protective of each other pretty quickly, they see the similarities they have and they get a long well. Aelyn makes an active effort to remind Ayla she has a place here and people she can trust. Teases her until she gets punched in the ribs.

Romance: No matter what I do I can't see them in a relationship. :| She's the only one out of the romacables (for fem MC) that I'm like hmmm no.

Halek: They get along very well and he seems to take her flirting in stride. I can see them cooking together (assuming Halek isn't one of those 'get out of my kitchen' people)- cooking and eating together is a significant bonding activity for her. She feels like Halek is a big judgment free zone so that's big friendship points for her.

Romance: Yes, if only to make a lifelong enemy of Moonsilk. I think they're compatible but I also don't know if I know his character well enough to say definitely. If he ever wants to 'hang out' she's down to clown.

Briony: Once she realized Briony was genuinely on the same side as her in the arena they were buds. She fascinated by Briony's sword and jokes that Red's blatant curiosity is rubbing off on her. Right there with Ayla with 'hey you want us to 'talk' to them 🤜' they like to walk around, arms linked, and GOSSIP

Romance: I- maybe? I could see it. Possibly. Though, apparently she and Lavinet's type is similar sooo maybe not. I don't think it would be.... great. My biggest fear is that Aelyn would actively sabotage this relationship and create a lasting wound for Briony (although tbh this is a fear for pretty much all the ROs)

Lavinet: They hold each other in high regard and their relationship is warmer then Aelyn and Riel's but but there's still a distance there. Lavinet operates very differently then she does and it throws Aelyn off. I'm not sure how true it is but Aelyn is pretty sure Lavinet would judge the shit out of her for some of the things she's done in the past. They bond over riding and girls nights though. Like Riel: even if romancable, it wouldn't happen.

Mimir: It's complicated. On one hand she does like Mimir as Mimir, loves how weird she can be. On the other, the whole god(s) thing? don't like that. She's resentful and tries real hard not to direct it at Mimir

#it's... long sorry #i might? change her age #shoh #shepherds of haven #aelyn wildegarde #i'm still working on her playlist #she's really considered healing up all her scars but having a mage mercenary with no scars at all is sus so she just leaves most of them

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relax-and-read-on · 2 years ago

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(Mortarion asker) welp a good few of those are now in my pile of Write this Fic

Hehehe, I'm about to give you a few extra anon >:D

Mortarion, and how he could be shipped with everyone: Loyalist edition!

Sanguinius: while it might seem like a weird combo at first, there are ways to make it work awfully well! Sang is a kind soul, and favored by the Emperor. Mort was stuck over a decade on Terra. They could have become close then, with Sang wanting to "save" his brother. In a complete role reversal, maybe instead Sang approached him and his apothecary, to help cure his sons of their flaw? My favorite scenario, however, is much darker. I imagine Emp interest toward Sang becoming quite... Impure, and Mortarion discovering it. He know how awful fathers can be. So he try to protect and help him, as much as he can.

Ferrus: Ferrus is really not that complicated to pair up with Mort, as they both have friends in common. Konrad and Fulgrim are very close, so it make sense that, at some point, they might run into one another. And I think that Ferrus would HIGHLY respect Mort's wish to keep his planet a toxic hellscape. They seem opposite, but their philosophie are actually quite close! I think they could enjoy a few good spare together, and Ferrus would *never* be bothered by Mort's scars.

Leman: the wolf king does not get credit for how much he actually care and love about his siblings. He just... Adore them. It's quite easy to pair them together, really, you just have to have them meet when Mort is recovering on Terra. Leman might ping him as some kind of packmate who need help, and just... Aggressively become his friend. Mortarion does not get a say about this. And Mort, sweet Mort, he doesn't know how to cope with the kind of highly affectionate friendship that Leman provide, of course he would get a crush!

Corvus: That one is just so easy! Two broody nerds, who like science, hate slavers, hate big E and the Imperium at large, with those dark aesthetic? Oh, they were in *love*. I especially love the concept of transfem Corvus and intersex Morty together, as it give them a jumping point and they can then slowly discover each others. They would be so sweet together!

Jaghatai: Probably my third fav Mort ship, behind my OTP and Konrad. Jagh, in CANON, is fascinated by Mort. He find him so intriguing. Opposite attract, and he see the slow, powerful warrior and he is tickled pink. It's so fun, to think of someone being into Mortarion first, you know? Jaghatai, just wanting his affection and trying to impress him, and being fucking DELIGHTED when it turns out that Mort is a farmer.... He would gift him horses, don't @ me.

Rogal: This is the one pairing I can't seem to make work. I love Rogal, so very much, but his brand of neurodivergent just clash so horribly with Mort!! I think they could maybe learn to be friends, they could learn to respect one another, but they would need freaking manual, and in a shippy way... No. Especially if it comes down to sexuality. They are just too different.

Lion: Oh what a bad, BAD scenario that could be. I can actually imagine a few way this could happen, bit none of them would be happy, or even very consensual. Maybe Mort is "gisted" to Lion by emp. Maybe they have a joint compliance and Lion get weirdly obsessive for some reason. Maybe Mort discover the secrets of the Watchers and start a weird blackmail with him... In all case, it end up probably in tears and violence. They truly cannot be healthy. Why yes, my Lion Hating Agenda is showing.

Roboute: FARM. F A R M. everyone keep yelling about how Roboute should get his dram of a farm and tradwife Yvraine, when Mortarion, the CANONICAL FARMER, is RIGHT THERE. I have an entire au on how it would happen (check the tag "let roboute pet a cow 2k22"). Mort would just show up, criticize his crops skills, and take over that part of the farm. Together, they would actually slowly fall in love. Heck, you want a tradwife this badly? Make it so that Mort realise that she's a transwoman and slowly transition with the support of Rob!!

... and Vulkan: I am. So. SO. Normal about them. They definitely aren't my warhammer OTP, I absolutely didn't write a 20k+ soulmate au about them hahahaha.... But, more seriously, they are perfect for each others: Both are, at their core, simple people. Mort is a farmer, Vulkan is a smit. Both value resilience and independence. Both are fiercely loyal and come from an unique culture. Both have a strong hatred of Xenos. Both have theme of overcoming hardship and natures. Both actually really loved the humans population of their planets. And that is just the things they have in common! Because, imo, together they can bloom. Mortarion can finally allow himself to trust, to accept affection, he get to meet someone that is as resistant as him and that will *not* give up after a few of his grouchy blow up. Similarly, Vulkan get a strong partner. Someone that is not entirely dependant on him, that he can see as an equal, and yet can still use his dotting instinct over. Someone who might enjoy a more traditional, simple lifestyle. Who doesn't want to run an empire. They would get each others, and love one another in way that frankly make me stupidly emotional. I just.... I love them, ok? I love that they can *grow* together.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #wh40k #primarch #primarch headcanon #mortarion #sanguinius #roboute guilliman #rogal dorn #jaghatai khan #vulkan #lion el'johnson #leman russ #corvus corax #ferrus manus #let roboute pet a cow 2k22

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writing-whump · 1 year ago

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Unexpected guests

Sick: Matthew, Caretakers: Isaiah + Seline

Summary: Isaiah unexpectedly arrives at Seline's door at night with an injured Matthew. Contains emeto, comfort and some werewolves.

“I’m sorry,” Isaiah said instead of a greeting as Seline opened the door.

Seline blinked, confusion barely taking the edge of irritation at the intrusion. She tolerated Isaiah, because he was well-mannered, controlled and funny. And okay, he was also weirdly friendly for a werewolf, and unsuspectingly cunning and not so obviously a pretty smart guy and she caught herself drawn to the mystery.

But there should not be any real danger of too much involvement.

But now Isaiah was standing in the hallway at 10 pm, uncharacteristically distraught, bringing uninvited company.

If Isaiah didn’t look anything like a werewolf, then Matthew looked it 100%. The edge of aggression, the constant tension of his muscles as if ready to jump, the density of his shadow, the smell of ash and sulfur around him like too much perfume hanging off of him. His eyes changed colour without control and he liked to posture, and demand submission in the very wolf-like manner that he should, by all means, be way more careful about in the human quarter.

How he got permission to attend university classes in a majorly human school, she got no idea. Not that he was a very dutiful student. She could be impressed with someone like Isaiah, who fit in seamlessly with humans, and even made them relax around him instead of being afraid or stressed out just by being there. Something Matthew didn’t manage.

He enjoyed it too much.

So no, Seline wasn’t happy in the least to see the infamous Matthew hanging limply off Isaiah’s shoulder, dark red hair matted and plastered to his way too pasty face by sweat, blood dripping off his arm. His eyes were rolled back.

“I’m terribly sorry,” Isaiah repeated. His medium-long black hair fell in silky straight strands around his face, instead of being slicked back like usual, but he looked fine otherwise in contrast to Matthew’s terrible state.

Seline frowned. “Can’t his shadow take the injuries? Your kind is supposed to heal fast.”

“It’s bleeding too much. Attracts attention all over,” Isaiah said, adjusting his grip on Matthew’s uninjured arm around his neck.

“Oh great. And your wonderful idea was to bring all those instinct-blinded young wolves right to my door?”

Isaiah sighed and looked away. “It’s the safest place in pack less territory.”

Yes, of course. Shadow wolves loved to fight, needed, and sought out fights often if not entirely regularly. That’s why the city was divided into a wolf and witch-centered districts, and that’s why wolves traveled in packs. So they could protect each other during injuries and emergencies, which usually weren’t serious with that amazing shadow healing ability. But still.

Matthew couldn’t handle being inside a pack. He would have to submit to someone first and that was not happening even if he wanted to. Isaiah was more complicated. He was known as one of the most powerful shadow wolves in the city. It's not easy to gain such a reputation among young or older wolves. All packs respected him, indicating his power. His academic achievements at a human-packed university and his great tolerance of them indicated his enormous control.

Why Isaiah didn’t want to belong or found his own pack was a mystery.

But it seemed even the almighty Isaiah couldn’t handle a whole night hunted by blood-smelling wolves with an injured companion. And hers was the best-protected apartment in the neutral quarter. Or lawless quarter as they called it, since no species ruled the district. She would have been safer in her coven’s city part. But then she would have to choose a coven, swear to a bunch of rules and limiting magic practices and she was really not keen on doing any of that. Or she could choose a pack to protect her. Not happening any time soon either.

Isaiah was patiently silent as she weighed the truth of his words, the measure of the risk against her pride in a job well done in her self-crafted protections and that snobby annoying little thing called consciousness gnawing at her at the sight of the dripping blood.

Then she moved aside. “Take the couch.”

Isaiah nodded and dragged Matthew inside without a hint of hesitation or surprise. Arrogant prick. How could he have known she would let them in?

Even worse, now she would have to share some of her supplies.

“Are you sure he is worth it? You have no obligations against a wolf without a pack and I’m betting he got into that fight himself,” she grumbled as she brought her first aid kit, bandages, and a basin with water.

Isaiah didn’t take his eyes off Matthew, sliding him onto the couch in a sitting position and then taking off his torn-up leather jacket to look at the wounded arm.

Seline sat on the edge of the sofa, wordlessly offering her assistance.

Isaiah got Matthew out of his blood-splattered shirt and started to clean off the drying blood on Matthew’s arm with a clean cloth. The water in the basin quickly turned red as he worked.

Sitting this close to the pair, Seline noticed the pink traces of scratches along Matthew’s face and neck. So his shadow was taking his injuries alright. There just seemed to be too many and too deep ones in the works to cover all the bases.

When the skin around the wound looked clean, she held out the disinfectant for him. He smiled slightly at her as he took it. “So, how have you been? I see the decoration of the apartment is progressing.”

Which was a terribly polite way to say half her things weren't packed out and she didn’t figure out how to hang her curtains yet.

She rolled her eyes at his attempt for such a mundane topic.

“Do you need a bandage for it too?” she asked instead, eyeing Isaiah’s careful but quick hands. He didn’t shake or hesitate once, as if the smell of blood, much stronger for him than her and very much present right now, didn’t affect him at all.

“Wouldn’t hurt, I would say.”

“I didn’t know a shadow wolf could bleed so much,” she admitted, her voice more fascinated than horrified.

“Under the right circumstances,” he said nonchalantly as if he was used to seeing them every day. “Could you hold it up, please?” He finished wrapping the bandage around Matthew’s biceps and wanted to cut it short. She obediently held the bundle up, standing in the process.

It was at that moment that Matthew opened his eyes.

Yellow flashed in them and a sharp growl echoed through the room as Matthew launched himself in her direction.

Seline yelped and jumped back, by no means quick enough, if it weren’t for Isaiah tackling Matthew back onto the couch. “Easy, easy. You are safe.”

All good that did him, as Matthew simply snapped in his direction, teeth flashing with that angry animal-sounding growl. Try to explain to an injured wolf he is safe.

“Get a hold of yourself,” Isaiah commanded, arms still wrapped around Matthew from behind while the redhead struggled in his grip. Isaiah’s voice was quiet and calm, but it had weight behind it. Matthew took a deep breath and slumped against him and the both flopped onto the couch.

When Matthew opened his eyes next, they weren’t yellow but human dark brown. Not that it eased the deep scowl that settled itself on his face. “Get off me, will you?”

His voice was thick with anger, but he still formulated it as a question. That was the right thing to do when talking to a stronger wolf and showing deference.

Isaiah held still for a second before sliding off behind Matthew, who scanned the room quickly and then fell against the cushions. Sitting position, ready to jump and flee and she noticed how he eyed the windows and entrance, but his arms were sprawled widely around him in an effort to look relaxed.

“Hello to you too,” Isaiah said, pulling his long black cloak down and fixing the button-up shirt and tie underneath. “Are you in full control now?”

Matthew glared at him. “You bring me to a witch’s house and ask me to be calm?”

“Seline is doing both of us a huge favor by offering her protection.”

“Offering is a strong word-” Seline scoffed, crossing her arms. She kept her distance at the furthest wall from Matthew right next to the exit from the living room.

"So I would advise extreme gratefulness and courtesy," Isaiah continued as if unaware of her interruption.

Matthew gave her a glare that suggested everything but that. His eyes were still flashing between brown and yellow and he was staring her down in what she recognized as a wolf's attempt to force her to lower her eyes. She pulled her chin up instead. Wolf etiquette, she knew and resented enough to power through the shiver of fear from his hostility.

Matthew didn’t open his mouth, but a low growl still escaped him in response.

Isaiah didn’t look up but sighed. He didn’t expect her to make it easier on them, did he?

Before anyone could say anything else to escalate the situation, Isaiah stepped between them, facing Matthew. His back was straight and his head held high, hands open and hanging at his sides. A carefully relaxed stance.

“I’m warning you. I won’t let you hurt her.” His voice was perfectly calm. Seline was fascinated by his ability to speak so quietly and still sound so threatening.

Matthew’s growl stopped immediately and he lowered his eyes instead.

Seline relaxed her shoulders and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Leaning against the wall, she cursed herself for her nervousness and adrenaline. This was normal for wolves. Their interactions were riddled with hierarchies, power struggles, and moment before attack kind of tensions. Only Isaiah’s gentlemanly behavior made her forget that.

Slowly and consciously she let the tension slither out of her muscles, took a deep breath, and rolled her shoulders back. The worst thing she could do was show obvious signs of fear. Fear she had no reason to feel. This was her apartment, layered with her protections - if she didn’t invite them in, they wouldn’t be even able to cross the threshold of the door.

Matthew’s coughs interrupted her thoughts. He was breathing hard and quick, face suddenly going white. His shadow thickened and closed in around him, rippling with waves like a windy lake. Isaiah crouched beside him, hands hovering but not daring to touch. Touch was a sensitive thing for shadow wolves, especially from those they weren’t close to.

“You can’t let your shadow out now. It’s too upset over your injuries and too tired to heal them right away. It’s ready to fight. Stop it. You are in control. There are no enemies in this room.” There was urgency in Isaiah’s voice, along with a slight hint of command and forced calmness.

Matthew shut his eyes together, face twisting in a grimace. “I’m trying,” he gritted between his teeth. But his breathing only got faster.

Seline noticed his hands shaking then, and not just his hands, his whole body was shivering. He lurched forward suddenly and fell forward onto the fluffy carpet beside the couch, hands fisting deeply into it as his back arched.

She moved closer without realizing, while Isaiah knelt beside the red-haired wolf.

Matthew's whole form shook on the carpet and there was nothing anyone could do. All three of them just waited in silence, Isaiah ready to move or use his own shadow and Seline not having the slightest clue how to assist but feeling weirdly shackled to the place as if she could.

Matthew’s shadow was giving away. Slowly it crept back, returning to its normal size and consistency. A heartbeat of relief made her almost think it was over.

That’s when Matthew heaved emptily at the carpet. He brought nothing up on the first try, but it was enough of a warning for Isaiah to bring the basin with water, forgotten beside the couch under his chin. Just in time for the second wave.

Matthew’s back lurched and a wave of vomit shot out of his throat. It was as if his body moved on its own without any of his control as if he spent all his willpower on his shadow.

The smell of sickness filled the room immediately and Seline held her breath. Despite the revolution, she felt a wave of pity for the angry wolf. Matthew didn’t look scary now, he looked like a boy, green and sick and so very helpless.

She jumped to open the balcony door and took a deep breath of the crisp fresh air as she heard Matthew heave behind her a third time. A splash of liquid hit the basin.

With the next breath, she collected her resolve and got into action. She brought a fresh bowl from the kitchen, exchanging it for the basin and emptying it out.

As much as she didn’t intend to play a nursemaid, she wished to have Isaiah’s neutral expression. Not a trace of disgust showed on his face as he maneuvered the bowl under Matthew’s chin again.

Matthew was gulping audibly, eyes squeezed together. His face was still pale, but not as pasty and green as before. Isaiah dared to lay a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back to lean against the couch. Matthew coughed and then burped softly. The light in the living room made the sweat glisten on his forehead and spit was running down his chin.

“You are okay, man. You are okay now,” Isaiah was murmuring reassuringly. He kept his hand on the other man’s shoulder, preventing him from falling forward.

Seline brought a small wet towel and crouched next to them, hesitant, looking at Isaiah for directions. She wasn’t sure how well her gesture would be received, especially since it was Matthew’s fighting with his shadow with such force that was making him sick.

Isaiah squeezed Matthew’s shoulder to alert him and the red-haired man cracked his eyes open at her, squinting. He scanned her and the towel over, frowned, and looked away.

Seline took it as an agreement and put the towel against his cheek gingerly. Matthew twitched under her touch, but didn’t pull away or growl. So she continued, wiping his chin clean with one end of the towel and his forehead with the other. His hair was dark red colour this close-up, wavy from the perspiration sticking it to his skin.

She stroked his bangs gently out of the way, then discarded the towel on the rug. The empty bowl sat between them, unused but ready, just in case.

Matthew held himself still, but his breathing deepened and he closed his eyes again. His arm wasn’t bleeding at all anymore and once he rested a little, he would probably be able to call on his shadow by morning and get rid of the wound entirely.

Isaiah leaned against the back of the couch as well, shoulder almost close enough to Matthew’s to touch, but not quite. His pristine white shirt was crumpled and he loosed the tie around his neck, unbuttoning the collar. Seline had never seen him so untidy before.

She sat on the other side, stretching her legs in front of her and leaning her head back, thankful for her comfy but representative sweatpants and shirt. Better than being ambushed in her apartment in pajamas, worse than having her jeans and blouse. Isaiah’s attire usually prompted her desire to look more formal than this.

Before this evening, she never would have dreamed of sitting this close to a shadow wolf with such weak control, not to mention having freaking Matthew Blackwell himself to fall sick and then fall asleep on her rug. In the chaos, she completely forgot that Matthew’s chest was bare from Isaiah’s tending to his wound earlier. It felt like an intrusion to look at him too long, although seeing his chest rise and sink with his breathing comforted her.

The moment was so quiet and peaceful, it was disturbing.

She was definitely not getting used to this.

#whump #emeto #emeto writing #sickfic #emetophilia #my writing #werewolf #werewolf wip #vomiting #there you go #new characters intro #new wip I got Plans for

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jellonetta · 2 years ago

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That's when they say I lost my only friend PT. 1

OK so this was a veryyyy long request in the making but I decided to split is into two parts. I didn't want everyone to wait any longer for more and then forget about it so here is part 1 of 2.

Content for those who are wondering, in this story Sunny Day Jack and Joseph are the same person or entity in a way. The reader hasn't moved to the farmhouse yet but will be in the second part.

Part One is like the calm before the storm to put it like that.

Requested By @chibithewitch

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack | Joseph Haberdae x GN! Chubby! Vitiligo! Reader

TW: Minor Angst, Fluff, Some one-sided feeling(?)

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

You can remember running outside with Hazel, your dog, without care. She chases, and you laugh in glee. Your family couldn't understand why they adore you over the others. Hazel loves them, but you seem like you were their favorite. Your older brother was quite jealous of your's and Hazel's bond. You think he envies it. Your family has started to take note of your relationship, too.

It's nothing special though. You just enjoy each other’s company.

Hazel has always been there for you. She understands you better than anyone. When you feel lost, or when something is bothering you, she's there. When you're sad, she'll sit right by you until you calm down. When you’re angry, she makes you feel safe. If someone hurts her, you protect her.

And if anything happens to you…well, she's going to look out for you just as well.

She's probably more protective than you are of yourself.

She seems to sense when someone is coming up behind her and is ready to defend you from any threat. She's an excellent fighter, but even she needs help sometimes. And when she gets scared, she's very aggressive. She's not a violent beast, but she's very sensitive to any form of negative emotion. She hates it when people hurt the ones she loves.

Even after your break up with Ian, she was there to comfort you. The trick she does best is licking your face. Whenever she tries, you laugh and try to wipe her saliva off. But it never works because she can still taste how salty you are. It's so gross. She licks it off your skin anyway before licking her lips clean. You don't mind, though. She's your baby and she means well. She's happy you're happy again.

Then you met him, Joseph Haberdae, and his ghost(?), alter ego(?), Sunny Day Jack.

Joseph was quite close off when you first met him. Picking up part-time at the yogurtopia, you never held so much sympathy for a person until you saw him in the work uniform. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitching when he had to say the store slogan.

A part of him must have died that day.

He looked miserable and you didn't want to make things worse. You tried talking to him. But his answers were dry and distant. Trying to maintain the brick wall he's putting up between you two. So you let it go. He was trying to deal with something. You respected that. He didn't need you interfering in his life. That would only make things worse, anyways. So you left him alone and focused on working.

But something just change one day he started a conversation, heck even cracked a few jokes. He was in a good mood, a great one at that. You liked it saying that he should smile more you remember seeing his face turning red and rolling his eyes before going ahead to restock the topping bins.

He was making an effort to make friends, even with his weirdly closed-off personality. After all, if his life were like yours, wouldn't he want to do the same?

And so you started hanging out with him. He was fun and funny. His jokes reminded you of a younger you, and you both shared moments of laughter. He was a great conversationalist and seemed comfortable with himself. Even though he didn't talk much, you appreciated being able to share some of your memories with him.

You worked together, and the next few months passed by peacefully. He was growing on you much more than you thought until you caught yourself talking about him to Hazel. Her eyes fill with wonder at this stranger who makes you smile like a love-sick middle school girl.

You weren't sure what happened.

Perhaps it was your newfound interest in romance and his friendly presence. Or maybe it was something else entirely. One thing was for sure though, Joseph wasn't leaving your mind anytime soon.

At least, that's what you told yourself when Joseph started acting distant. It bothered you to no end because you didn't want to lose the friendship you built. Especially when your relationship was already starting to grow strong.

But when you asked him what it was, he avoided the question. Instead, he said, "It’ll get better, (nickname). I promise." Which was the opposite of what you wanted him to say. In all honesty, you weren't sure what exactly made him upset. Maybe he was just tired. Who knows, maybe he just needed the time apart.

So when he offered to stay with you during his shift and you agreed, you assumed nothing would happen.

You were mistaken.

For once.

Something did happen.

Not long later, the three of you sat around the house. The two of you watched TV and chatted about random things, Hazel manage to bargain Joseph out of some head pats. It was not like he had much of a choice with her massive size. Then he reached out and grabbed your wrist. At the same moment he turned his head to you to ask what you were doing, he suddenly froze and began shaking.

You didn't know what was happening, but he looked terrified. Your eyes widen in concern as you tried to figure out what was going through his mind. He was frozen like a deer caught in headlights staring into your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but he was unable to utter a sound. The longer he stared at you, the paler he got.

Eventually, with one last squeeze of your hand, he collapsed on you.

You gently moved him back onto the couch and then immediately took your phone from where you had left it charging. You turned the volume all the way down on the tv. Hazel was quick to take action going into protective mode and looking around the room for danger.

“What just happened? Was he sick? Is something wrong with him?” Your mind was racing. How could this possibly be normal behavior for Joseph?

She continued growling until you ran toward her to check on her.

“Woah, woah, honey. Easy tiger. It’s okay.” You cooed rubbing her ears.

“It’s okay. Nothing is wrong with him. We’re fine. We’re gonna be just fine.”

The growl stopped, but her tail stayed down as she watched Joseph cautiously. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, but her fur remained in a defensive position. You didn’t blame her. You also didn’t understand what was happening either. But you were glad she calmed down.

"Hello, Sunshine!" A sudden voice caused you both to turn around and see Joseph.

"Joseph..?" You muttered.

"No, I'm Jack, Sunny Day Jack! I'm happy to finally meet you!" He said cheerfully.

His bright blue hair bounced slightly with every move he made. He smiled at you brightly. You didn't understand what the hell is going on. It looks like Joseph from the jawline to the way his hair is combed aside from being more neat than messy. The only difference is he looks like he was straight out of a kid's show.

What is going on? Did he somehow switch places with a different person?

You turned toward him to confirm what you thought.

To your surprise, however, the face wasn't unfamiliar at all. He was grinning widely at you, and although the expression was completely different than the Joseph you knew, it still felt familiar.

"Oh my!" Jack chuckled. "You don't recognize me?" He questioned, obviously amused.

You shook your head. "I guess it wasn't the best idea to introduce myself to a stranger. Well, you're not a stranger anymore, (nickname)! I'll tell you about the whole story sometime. For now, can call her off, it looks like I'm going to become her next chew toy."

And that is how you met Jack.

Of course, you're worried at first because you still haven't been able to figure out how he switched to Joseph. You asked him many times how he did it but you never received any answer. But he never gave you any reason to doubt his sincerity.

He's quite the character from his bright blue hair, and cute clown cosmetics, down to his comical clown shoes. He doesn't push things or force himself onto you. He knows that the way you deal with emotions is different from what he does. He respects your boundaries, but never pressures you into doing anything. He just waits for you to come around and open up when you want to. So you're thankful that he did this to you.

Joseph and Jack were quite the duo with the clashing aesthetics, personality, and even the way they talk it was hard to say it was the same person. Jack loved to listen to music and Joseph was fascinated with comic books. You've learned that Joseph is a bit of a coffee addict. He'd always make a double shot and drink it while sitting at the bar counter.

He's been addicted ever since his college days he says.

As for Jack, he enjoyed cooking. You didn't know why he was interested in cooking. But he can make anything edible. But despite his talent in cooking, he rarely cooked for himself. When he cooked for you, it was always homemade meals. He never bought ingredients. You always had to buy them for him.

You couldn't cook for shit sometimes. But hey Jack make some bomb-ass blueberries pancakes.

Jack would laugh and you'd join in, You were happy. And the atmosphere was lightening up and that's when you realized.

You've forgotten how love felt you were.

And it felt wonderful.

You didn't realize you were smiling so wide and you didn't notice that you had gotten lost in the moment. You were brought back into reality when you heard Jack clear his throat. You looked up at him and noticed that his cheeks were flushed lightly.

"You know...you're very pretty when you smile like that.." he spoke quietly, averting your gaze.

You blinked at the sudden compliment. You honestly didn't expect to hear that from him. You never considered that anyone would think of you as attractive.

You were shocked.

"Really?! I never realized...." you trailed off.

"I mean...it's true. And Joseph seems to enjoy your company. I never understood why."

"Because I'm nice and sweet!" You smiled softly at him. "But yeah, I enjoy your company too..."

You didn't realize that was true, but you kind of liked that too. There's nothing wrong with having him enjoy your company, right?

But you were scared your last relationship left you in ruin. You were afraid you were going to fall in love again and have a repeat of the past. You didn't want it to happen again. It's hard enough knowing what happened to you before. You never want to be reminded of your past mistakes again.

And yet here he was with his hands around yours and his body pressed close to yours. If there was anything you were certain of, it was that you wanted more.

Thank you For Reading! <3 Stay in tune for part two!

Request are Open

#jellonetta drabbles #sunny day jack x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #sunny day jack x gn!reader #sunny day jack x gn reader #sunny day jack #self insert #gn!reader #x gn!reader #x black!reader #x black!gn!reader

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least-carpet · 1 year ago

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If you still want to do the shipping meme: chengning? (or any other jiang cheng related ship, I love him)

Chengning, my beloved!! I'm also going to stick Wangxian in here, since @add1ctedt0you asked me about it in a comment.

Chengning: Ship It

Currently my main Jiang Cheng ship, which sucks because they're a rarepair. Although apparently Yu Bin also ships it? So us five whole chengning shippers are in good company.

What made you ship it?

Honestly, I kind of incepted myself into it.

They're narrative foils. Both younger brothers with somewhat opposing temperaments from the outside, since Jiang Cheng is sharp-tongued, blunt, and pragmatic, while Wen Ning is timid, shy, and somewhat idealistic. They both orbit Wei Wuxian, who, although he loves them and is deeply protective of them, doesn't seem to particularly respect either of them. I also think that they're more similar than they seem to be on the surface, since Wen Ning's secret resentment is so strong that it makes him an especially strong fierce corpse after he dies.

I'm really interested in Wen Ning's decision to rescue Jiang Cheng in order to... bring him to Wei Wuxian? He drugged a bunch of his sect members and smuggled a whole enemy sect heir out because Wei Wuxian was nice to him once? It's heroic but, like, baffling, especially since he doesn't defect from the Wen afterwards. (There are a lot of reasons for him not to want to defect from his family's sect, but then why betray the sect at all? It's not like his cousins have any intention to stop torturing, slaughtering, etc. Why save this one guy?) It also weirdly is a rescue that doesn't seem to have a lot to do with Jiang Cheng himself. I'm not sure what to make of it. Compels me, though.

Wen Ning's hero-worship of Wei Wuxian means that the one person he'll actually be mean to is Jiang Cheng. While normally "he's only mean to this one guy, so they're in love" is not really my thing, this interests me because Wen Ning is otherwise not a very honest person when it comes to his feelings. He is the King of Repression. It is literally the source of his fierce corpse powers. So, while I also don't think the scene where he yells at Jiang Cheng about the core transfer is a great display of honesty either (I think he says a lot of shit that he knows isn't accurate but will hurt Jiang Cheng's feelings), he's at least showing him his real feelings.

What are your favourite things about the ship?

I like it because I think it forces Wen Ning out of his holding pattern. I want to see Wen Ning grapple with what Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian did to him, which he aggressively does not want to think about, but which Jiang Cheng's situation ensures he can't escape.

I also think, if they were able to get past the anger and resentment, that they'd be cute together. They're both capable of tremendous love and devotion, and wouldn't it be nice for that to be directed at someone who can reciprocate wholeheartedly (rather than at Wei Wuxian who like... definitely loves them... but is also a lot more willing to walk away than either of them are, generally, in life).

Also I think it would really freak Wei Wuxian out, which is very funny to me.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Making Wen Ning the "nice one" and Jiang Cheng the "mean one" is missing the point, which is that this is an angryboy4angryboy relationship. One of them is just better at hiding it.

Wangxian: Don't Ship It

I'm sure this comes as no surprise at all!

Why don’t you ship it?

I'm not particularly interested in it, and that's partly because I only like Lan Wangji when the person writing him is aware of his flaws. Number one thing guaranteed to get my back up is when a writer is like, behold my character, who is a perfect gentleman, and then the character walks by and kicks a puppy (or bullies a teenager to get back at the teenager's guardian). Stop buying into his hype! He's a spoiled second son who has never had to be nice to anyone he didn't like!

What would have made you like it?

I like it sometimes! I'm just a little picky about it. I want everyone to be reasonably flawed and Jiang Cheng to be treated with some complexity. (I get that sometimes you just want a convenient bad guy, but if that convenient bad guy is Jiang Cheng, I am simply not your desired audience! And that happens semi-often with wangxian fic because it's the fandom juggernaut pairing. I gotta sift aggressively.)

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

There's a lot of great lesbian wangxian. I may also just like Lan Wangji a lot more when she's a woman. (This is because I love when women are assholes.)

#anon asks #ask game #shipping ask game #wen ning #jiang cheng #ningcheng #chengning #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #wangxian critical #(very mildly)#mdzs +#least-carpet thoughts #asks

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criticalfiics · 2 years ago

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Bells Hells as a video game group

This has been stuck in my head so enjoy

Ashton

Outside of gaming with the hells he is silent unless talked at.

Curses ALOT then apologizes right after only to do it again. Type to get angry as shit then reassure everyone hes not actually mad

When playing with the hells he does not shut up and will defend them on mic

Shit talks playfully with friends, seriously with randoms

Has been banned from both voice and text chat before

Defaults tank characters, dotes on the healers, gives the dps shit

Always up to game but is never the first to ask

Would befriend the enemy team and then team kill them all

AGGRESSIVELY protects his team and will haul ass to go and save them

Imogen

Gets so short and snippy with people when they start being mean

Basically turns into Ashton when provoked but makes REALLY personal insults

very kind natured otherwise, gives good callouts and reassures everyone its okay to suck

will tell you if you suck though without holding back

Mains either the more annoying DPS or mains the high DPS support characters, can play exactly one tank really well and swaps with Ashton alot.

Is one of the two who normally get the group together to game

would remark at the enemy team trying to befriend her as shes killing them: “Aw, they’re waving at me! guns them down”

has been timed out of the chat before for shit talking someone

Laudna

Pure support

Pockets Imogen and Fearne

just says sorry in chat when people get onto her about healing

not great with comms but super positive

would spectate more than play

encourages the group to get matching skins

ONLY talks on mic with the hells

would be super aggressive towards the other teams healers and would target them

Everyone eats up her cheering and praise

Chetney

Worse team player to ever exist

wonders off ALOT trying to flank or do something cheeky, gets killed more than he succeeds

would troll a bit in chat

plays mainly dps or tanks, typically plays high damage characters

shit talks constantly but really weirdly like would ask people if their mother made breakfast for them or would remark their dog doesn’t love them

has the worse KDA

picks one of his friends to annoy at the beginning of each match then hangs around them the entire time, ignoring any objectives

reminds everyone, right after he gets super tilted, that its just a game and its okay to get a little mad but to remember we are all friends

Fearne

Support and DPS main but the type that are little shits

plays the most annoying characters to make the enemy team mad then sends :3 in chat when they get tilted at her

some how never dies despite putting her self in harms way CONSTANTLY its mainly Ashton and Chetney keeping her alive

Targets people who kill her friends then tbags them

holds grudges against her teammates and her enemies

will withhold heals and make you beg or bar for them

swaps off support because “i think we need more damage” then gets one good play and nothing else

blames the others for getting hurt so much instead of owning up to not healing people

would egg on the others trolling as well as troll herself, BIGGEST troll at times

would flirt with people on mic and convince them to throw then call them stupid

Orym

Flex main. Often fills for what ever the team needs and can play pretty much anything

Always tries to get the team to work together but will cave if they want to do memey plays

very positive and even apologizes for the other hells

moment he leaves the team vc and is only with the hells is he ranting and going off about their bad teammates/enemies

picks on the hells for doing bad plays or making bad choices

carries the team ALOT

always checks on everyone as the game continues

has to be baited into shit talking and will only shit talk the other hells

REALLY good at roasting randoms who are being dicks for some reason. Is the first to mention they have two kills and twenty deaths then really politely asks why that is

the other one who gets the group together to play

does keep the other hells in line when they get to tilted or mean, mandatory break enforcer as well

FCG

Tries to fill, is really bad at it

really good at support but is SUPER good at a single tank character and only them.

plays the same character and is only really good at them, has trouble learning others

Very nice on comms but super bad at them

When people are mean to him hes kinda naive about it or asks why they are being so mean which usually either results in people rage quitting or shutting up

the rest of the hells use him to gauge how bad the team chats gonna be

Has the best aim out of the hells

loves telling people to git gud

can easily be made to say weird or trolling shit by the other hells

likes to emote/dance when he kills people as he thinks its a nice little victory dance and isn’t him being mean.

is the one dragged into the games by the others when they need an extra teammates

#critical role #critical role campaign 3 #ashton greymoore #orym of the air ashari #laudna #imogen temult #fearne calloway #fcg #chetney pock o'pea

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captain-lessship · 1 year ago

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The fanfic where reader is the oldest of Snows grandkids and he gets to crown Finnick as the victor for his games "Frozen Over", I want for reader and Finnick to have an happy ending. As both are being abused by Snow. Reader would also hate the Hunger game once they realize what is done to Finnick & wanting to end the Hunger game for good and defend Finnick from the Victor duties.

Finnick would have hatred at reader at first as he thought that Snow wouldn't harm his 'favorite grandson". When in reality Snow would hurt his family to prove a point, they ended up with some scaring or bruises on their face or body when they did defend Finnick from his Victor duties. Once Finnick realize that reader getting mysteriously injured and if asked as what cause them Reader explain what they said to Snow and what he did and to why they would defend him is because they believe that the two of them are friends & doesn't deserve what Snow making him do and Finnick would feel guilty as when he is using them to get a way to kill snow, he is the reason as to why reader is getting injuries by defending him from their Grandfather showing him that Snow would even hurt his own family. That when Finnick would really become reader friend once he realizes that their thinking of him, for seeing him not as a Victor but as a person with feelings & emotion.

Also if this is 75th hunger game, I feel that once reader see what the hidden twist for 75th, they would straight up lie and making something up like

"The quarter quell this year will be two separate games. The boys and girls reaped from each district will be one of each. The males will compete in one arena while the women compete in another. Then in the end, the final 4 Victor's will be brought together and fight in smaller special arena. There will be only one Victor" With them burning the envelope in secret as to no one know they lie.

As to why reader would lie about the twist of the the quarter quell is because they felt guilty as they couldn't fully protect Finnick from their Grandfather. Reader would tell Finnick of what they have done as to defend him from The quarter quell. Showing him the lengths that reader has gone just to defend him now that they can protect Finnick from his Victor's duties. (This when their friendship evolves to lover And they should stay as lover and get their happy ending)

Though also I believe reader would notice if someone was using them with the exception of the grandfather(Snow).

Thank you for this amazing series and I hope you continue writing. Seriously it's fantastic and Sorry for the long post, I'm just very into it, I just hope now Reader and Finnick can get a happy ending. Please get a happy ending

If you want to message me, just reply to this post, and I'll see it and message you.

First off, I love that you took the time to write this so don’t apologize and I am so happy you are enjoying this series as I am planning to also start another Hunger Games Series (and gonna add it to my request list)

Secondly, (spoiler) I already have written Finnick’s discovery of Snows aggression to his grandson.

I will have to think of changing the ending as I created my outline to have an unhappy ending and I write weirdly (I write the important events and then connect them with dialogue and action).

I would appreciate your message and maybe we can reach a compromise as I am sure there are other people who would like a happy end as well as people who would like to see the unhappy ending

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smileyallthetime77 · 1 year ago

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Yandere!Damian Wayne X Reader Pt.9

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Potential Hallucinations, Lying, Guilt Tripping, Physical Harassment, Pedophilia, and Cursing.

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 1,643

👾Characters👾: 8,879

As Steph raced out of the room pulling you with her, you could only begin to think about that chauffeur, that had acted so-so….. weirdly. You just hoped that nothing paranormal was going to happen. Little did you know that this wasn’t going to be about a ghost. But simply some people who you assumed were your friends. But tomorrow was only day 2.

############################## “I’m afraid you can’t. You did sign a contract after all”. Mr.William’s said. Damn that contract. But you couldn’t go against the richest school in all of Gotham! So as you made your way downstairs to your locker you put a note in it that read “Tim”. After all, you heard from Cass, that he was creepy.

Betrayal. The act of one or multiple people breaking a very serious promise. Sure, no one promised that you be safe at Gotham Academy, but that was what a school was for. Protection. But to you, whoever left that note in your locker clearly didn’t care about you. Their so called ‘love’ wasn’t love. It was an obsession! One that you didn’t deserve. Not now not ever. And even though you desperately wanted to leave, who’s to say you won’t get hurt in the process? That’s why you decided to stop fighting against those who wanted to keep you here. You were going to figure out who was trying to harm you and why.

Today was only day 2. And you were currently walking away from your dorm with Steph yapping behind you. Ever since yesterday, she kept trying to tell you how sorry she was, but didn’t know how to help you. You didn’t want to hear it. If she wanted to help, she could give you her phone. But she didn’t and said she wouldn’t. She said that you were going crazy and the note wasn’t real. Mr.Wilson had indeed seen the note, but chose to lie about. If you couldn’t prove to anyone that you were speaking the truth, then what’s the point in trying? It wasn’t like you were going crazy!

Right now, you were heading to art class. How lovely. Damian was expectedly talented in the side of art, so maybe, just maybe he would leave you alone for most of the time. He had tried to talk to you about the note, but if he didn’t believe you, you weren’t going to waste your time talking to him about it.

As you walked into the beautifully lit room with posters on the wall with ‘inspirational’ quotes, you saw Damian waving you over to a table in the back left corner of the room. You desperately wanted to ignore him, but there were only so many chairs open for you. And you weren’t about to waste your time with others who weren’t necessarily descent looking or acting. So with a heavy sigh you gently placed your black purse on the table next to the chair you invited yourself to sit in next to him.

“How are you, Y/n, on this lovely morning” Damian asked properly.

“Fine” you shrugged.

“About last ni-“

“It’s fine Damian. I’m over it”.

“You don’t seem over it”. He said with a scoff at the end.

“And what the hell would you know?! You think I’m crazy like the rest of the people her! So why don’t you do yourself a favor, and stop talking to me!

As you went to stand up you felt a very aggressive grip your arm and yank you back down!

“Don’t you dare try and start something! You are going to sit here until I tell you you can leave! Do you understand L/n”?! Damian said dead serious.

When the hell did he become the boss of you? You desperately wanted to leave and say something back, but you couldn’t. Not when everyone was staring at you, shocked, and you had just been threatened by someone you thought was your friend.

And so, as you slowly sat down, with tears ready to burst out of your eyes, the lesson began. You could feel him staring into the side of your head. He even tried to touch or hold, you couldn’t tell, yours hands! It wasn’t fair. You were going to report him and put him on the note inside your locker.

As art soon ended you rushed outside of the room and quickly walked upstairs, not even giving Damian a second glance. English was next. And of course you had to do a project with him. Yay.

Surprisingly, he hadn’t said anything or tried to touch you again. Thank the Gods! And then Math and study hall passed like a breeze. Now it was time to talk to Cass, Steph, and Jason about what Damian had done. And now you were going to get your revenge with a little bit of…..drama!

And now, as you were walking towards your lunch table, a small little grin slid up to your mouth.

“Hey Cass! You’re never going to believe what happened in art cla-“ you stoped abruptly. Damian was sitting at your lunch table with Steph, Cass, and Jason looking at you sadly.

“Y/n” Steph said disappointingly. “How could you have done that”?! She questioned while shaking her head.

“Done what”?

“You embarrassed Damian in front of everyone, and you hit him”! Jason said angrily.

“What are You talking about”?! “I never hit him! You don’t know half of what he said to me”! You said angrily. How could they believe him over you?!

“Apologize” Cass said angrily.

With your mouth slightly open you spoke-“How about you sick my dick” you said angrily and then sticking up your middle finger and then walking away towards the principles office.

There was absolutely no way you were going to be bossed around by people who had only known you for two days! They were arrogant, stuck up, little pricks! And as much as you hated Mr.Wilson, you knew that they were not getting away with it. Even if you had to see the worst person in the world! And so that is what you did. You entered Mr.Wilson’s office before taking a seat in a chair.

“Hello Mr.Wilson. Such a lovely afternoon, isn’t it? But! There’s no time for joy. I have a report I would like to make”. You said sternly.

“Y/n, if this is about yesterday evening, we will not be disc-“

“NO! No. It something else. It’s about Damian. And Steph and Cass and Jason”.

“Mhm. Go ahead……”

“Well, this morning, in art class, Damian and I were arguing about last night. And for the record, I never actually wanted to talk to him about, but that’s not the point. When I snapped back at him, and told him to stay away from me, he completely freaked out! He grabbed me very roughly and left bruises! He also told me that I had to sit with him and that I was not to start anything! And then I went to tell Cass, Steph, and Jason about it, and Damian got to them first and told them that I had hit him! I hit him?! He’s such a, a, a, LIAR!

“Um Ms.L/n, I-I do-don’t. Huh wew. Ms.L/n, I know you had a little bit of ,um, trouble adjusting to this school and its way. And taking in the deep concern of your little letter. I think it’s right to just ignore those people. It’s not like I can just kick them out, right? He said with nervous giggle at the end of his sentence.

“A-are you fucking with me right now? I just told you I’ve got a two threats and it’s not even the end of the week! How can you not take this seriously”?!

“We don’t tolerate this language Y/n! If you can’t handle the truth than I am afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave me office now”.

“The-the truth”?! You said confused with your voice cracking at the end. “And your-your-you’re worried about my language! I-I wanna to speak to Mr.William’s! Right now! How do you think he’ll react to a principle not taking threats seriously? Huh?! You shot back at him.

“Listen to me you little bitch! I was kind to you because that’s what I was instructed to do. You take orders from me, and I don’t have to let you see Bruce! Don’t you ever talk to me like that you little shit! Mr.Wilson snapped back making you stand still and stare at him with nothing but shock.

“Fuck you”! You said angrily as you stormed out. But once you left his office you weren’t expecting to see four people in front of you. It was Damian, Cass, Steph, and Jason. Of course.

You weren’t talking to them until they apologized, so you walked away from them. Or At least tried. When you went to turn towards your dorm Jason stepped in front of your small form with his arms crossed.

“Well”? Steph said with an obvious tone like you were suppose to know what she was talking about.

“Well what”? You questioned staring at her ocean blue eyes.

“Are you gonna apologize or not”! She screeched back.

“I’m not the one who should be apologizing”. You said as you rolled your eyes. “Just piss off”. You once again spoke before moving to walk between Cass and Steph. But not before hearing them mutter to one another as you went to walk down to your locker instead. But even as you walked away from the group of four, you still felt like you were being stared at by something. Or maybe it wasn’t something, but maybe it was someone? Though, as you slipped the note inside of your locker, the persons name read “Mr.Wilson”. As much as you knew that it would be very illegal, Mr.Wilson always had it out for you. Throwing away the note made him look even more suspicious. Even more than Damian. But you still had five more days left. And tomorrow would make it day 3.

Written: Wednesday, August 30, 2023

#Warnings #Yandere Damian Wayne #Bruce William’s #Jason Todd #Cassandra Cane #Stephanie Brown #Mr.Wilson #Rude Principle

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charmixpower · 2 years ago

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Costumes!!

As far as costumes go there probably gonna be based on a mix of Bloomix, magic Winx, and maybe Enchantix

Mostly because these idiots don't have magic to protect them anymore and they actually have to dress practically

Bloom's costume is gonna look like Daphne's Nymph form/costume then will develop into something more unique

Stella's costume is at first gonna be a mix of her parents, being dual themed, before becoming one singular themed outfit that's unique to her self. It's definitely going to be way too flashy for underground hero work tho, shine bright like a diamond

Flora's costume is probably gonna be extremely low key and practical for being in the forrest, with barely any flashy bits

Tecna's outfit is going to be practical but standing out. Tecna cannot do stealth and she won't even bother pretending she can

Musa's outfit is going to be something she fucking agonizes over because it needs to be MARKETABLE. Girl wants to be famous, what's up

Aisha's is gonna be low key and practical to show off how goal oriented she is

Mirta's is probably gonna be a little scary looking as a way to threaten villains during underground hero work

Diaspro's is gonna be based on her family's costumes when they were heros, but also her s5 warrior outfit

Selena is gonna be very snake themes and the most aggressive outfit

Sky's costume is classically heroic, then slowly change to something low key

Brandon's costume I imagine wouldn't be a normal costume. It would look weirdly fashionable, and everyone would love it XD

Timmy's costume would have the most armor because he's the only one here with a brain

Helia's costume would be minimalistic despite his love of art because he has no clue what the fuck he's doing, but it will get more detailed as life goes on

Nabu's hero costume is gonna be like his normal outfit. No he does not care that it's a grabbing hazard, be likes it

Roy's costume is probably just gonna look like his usual specialist outfit but more practical

Nex's hero costume gets to be the uniforms from s6~7 the boys end up in. I forget what he's called? Paladin? Yeah that outfit

Riven's will be unnecessarily creepy and scary looking because Riven has a strong desire to cause problems on purpose, it will be less like that as he chills the fuck out

Lucy's outfit will be intentionally cutesy and classically heroic, but then become more of her usual goth style when she stops trying to project someone she's not

#rus chatters #my hero winx #winx au

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holydivers · 1 year ago

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talking about my tavs (and durge) because i can...2!

also game spoilers abound

riose. he/him, half-drow, necromancer warlock, acolyte backstory. one level in cleric of eilistraee for roleplaying

riose is a follower of eilistraee and a bleeding heart pacifist, which ties into his necromancy - he sees utilizing the dead, whose souls have since moved on, as a way to preserve the lives of the living by allowing them to replace living fighters in events where combat can't be avoided. he believes strongly in protecting life, no matter how questionable the person is, unless killing is absolutely necessary. which is how he immediately got killed by a mindflayer. and then again by a vampire a few nights later. honestly he's more of an accidental menace to the party than my actual selfish chaotic characters. oops!

his charisma is dogshit, so despite trying so desperately for pacifism he's accidentally caused way more conflict than most of my other tavs. he's really struggling out here. also only being half-drow means he doesn't get the inherent differential treatment characters like xun'e get, which bypasses goblin aggression, but people still give him shit for being half drow

his life fucking sucks

anyway i'm still working on his background - i want to give him a human parent and a drow parent in a way that's potentially actually interesting and not just some stupid or shitty bullshit, and thinking about how he eventually came to the church of eilistraee. i'm having trouble settling on anything, though, especially incorporating the necromancy thing - where does a good character generally even learn necromancy? i don't imagine there are necromantic books just sitting around, so i think a reformed villain parent would be fun...(make it the human parent contrasting to the actually pretty normal drow parent? could be funny)

but anyway everyone except for wyll and karlach hates him. he's off-putting and is trying really hard not to be That Guy but is having a difficult time not bringing up his religion constantly and wanting to pray for people. though it's almost circled around to being sort of endearing and at least he's useful as a ridiculously tall meat shield. with low strength bc he's a wizard

he's romancing wyll. also the church of eilistraee apparently do interpretative dance to their goddess every night so that's gonna be a cute little tie-in. like yes wyll he would LOVE to dance but maybe he's not used to your kind of dancing (he's got some dancing naked in the moonlight hippie shit bc that's how eilistraee is apparently)

on the other end of the spectrum is joy. they/them. some sort of tiefling idr, battle master fighter, haunted one background

so like as a durge they don't have much backstory aside from, y'know, the canon. i have another durge who resists the urge (but he's also pretty boring and has no personality <3 idk i'm not super inspired by durge since the amnesia and canon backstory feels rather restricting. i'll figure it out) but was like ok well i'll make one who indulges the urge and play for as long as i can stand it before being mean in a video game becomes too much for me

the out of universe reason for joy only resisting the urge is that even when doing my best to be mean i don't want to kill any of my companions. the in-universe reason is that they initially just really wanted to see someone turn into a mindflayer bc they thought it sounded cool as hell

though obviously they don't have much of a history of being friends or allies to people, they become rather enamored with having a posse and become very indulgent toward their allies. well, the allies who remained after they slaughtered the grove that is

while they do indulge the urge most times the dialogue options allow me to, they're not necessarily that evil outside of that - if the urge isn't particularly calling for blood they're weirdly capable of being relatively chill, though still an asshole. (they gave the prisoner in the goblin camp and healing potion and let him go. after torturing him a lot first for no reason, of course, but still)

hilariously shadowheart initially HATED them and told them they were only good as a meatshield. eventually she warmed up to them. somehow. lae'zel thinks they're too indulgent and chaotic but minthara thinks they're alright at least

though joy did become besties with astarion, joy was drawn towards gale, who talked a lot of shit when joy killed alfira but then sure was weirdly ok with it when joy thought about kissing him during their moment in the weave (honestly the kissing thought was mostly to avoid projecting the immediately obvious thoughts about dismemberment, and joy is trying not to threaten their friends! honest!)

and he didn't react to torturing that guy. and really didn't seem to mind joy biting another guy's toe straight off. and joy sees that dark streak of ambition and is delighted. and even after the slaughter at the grove, gale stays, and in the shadow-cursed lands he's even made comments about how attractive they look after a battle....they didn't even have to try to manipulate him or anything he's out here happily going down a corruption arc all by himself.

tbh i chickened out and initially decided that they'd resent sceleritas telling them what to do and have them not kill isobel but. well. i think i'm gonna go through and commit and get that slayer form. esp since jaheira kept fucking dying at moonrise no matter how hard i tried to keep her alive. we'll see if i have the willpower to have astarion and shart go down their bad character routes.

(i hate ascension but the dynamic of "exes but still friends" in the supervillain context is really funny. esp considering how dogshit astarion definitely would be at being a vampire lord. sorry no i'm not helping you take over baldur's gate we're not even an item anymore i'm too busy helping my boyfriend defy the gods or w/e he's doing <3 taking over baldur's gate is small potatoes. i'll still come over and we can disembowel ppl together if you want. make an afternoon out of it.)

in the end they'll probably reject bhaal? probably? again i feel like i maybe should just commit to going fully evil route but i kinda like the idea that they do save the city and everyone has to put up with this wretched piece of shit who no one likes being the hero and trying to install their flop boyfriend as the new god of magic or whatever.

joy sucks but i kinda love them it's just hilarious how terrible they are.

#just two bc it got a little long #bg3 ocs #luke plays bg3 #oc sharing #oc: riose #oc: joy #broke: evil run romancing astarion. woke: evil run romancing gale

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bouwrites · 1 year ago

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Those Warm and Halcyon Days: Chapter 41

Ghosts of the Past

Ao3.

First, Previous, Next.

Story under read-more.

Weirdly enough, it’s not the roar of, “You!” that alarms Veery as he’s clearing some rubble from the chapel, but rather Caub drawing his axe.

Of course, the latter occurs before the former, so it should, perhaps, not be a surprise. Still, Veery has to admire Caub’s quick reaction. He would rather not have his best friend fight Thunder Catherine, though. Caub would definitely put up a tough fight, and with Hoarvug and Sadi circling him protectively as well, he may even win, but there is just no need for this to come to blows.

So Veery gently touches Caub’s axe arm, finding no resistance as he guides the hand down to their sides. “Oh,” he says. “You’re back, too.”

Catherine glowers at him, but stays back, apparently sufficiently cowed by two aggressive agell and a large Albinean. “How dare you return to this holy place!” She growls. “After what you did to Lady Rhea!”

Did Veery do something to Rhea? He… doesn’t remember. “It’s been five years,” he says, “are you really still on that?”

“Where is Lady Rhea?!” Catherine roars with a bold step forward.

“Where…?” Veery knits his brows together. “Doesn’t Edelgard have her?”

“Does she? You would know, traitor.”

Huh? Veery frowns, thinking hard. “Do… you guys not already know that? Wait… did I just assume that or did I… Hm… Oh! Linhardt! That’s right, I remember now.” He shrugs, smiling at Catherine. “When Edelgard imprisoned me, before she sent me back to Albinea, Linhardt said that he suspected she had Rhea. I think it was just an educated guess on his part, but I’d assume he’s right. Where else would she be if you haven’t found her by now?”

Although… if Rhea is missing and not announced captured or dead, there is a good chance that it’s not Edelgard but the Agarthans who have her. Someone with a grudge like that, which seems to be even more harsh against the Nabateans, would definitely want Rhea under their control. (And, despite what she may like to believe, Edelgard does not have the control over them required to stop them if they want Rhea. She herself admits she can’t keep Veery prisoner and safe from them.) That said, it’s… hard to imagine she still lives after five years under the Agarthans.

“Although…” he says, “I’d be surprised if she’s still alive after five years.”

“You would like that,” Catherine snorts derisively.

“I have no love for Rhea, but I’m not going to cheer for her death,” Veery snaps. “The dragons are already all but extinct. If only for reasons greater than her, I do hope she lives.”

“The goddess will not turn her back on Lady Rhea. She lives under her protection. I’m sure of it.”

Veery shares a look with Caub, who says, “Even the goddess cannot challenge fate.” Veery recalls Seteth telling him that exact thing, that if even Sothis’ power over time cannot change something, then it is simply fate. Later, Veery learns that those words come originally from Sothis herself.

He’s sure that they believe it. Caub, Seteth, Sothis… Veery is sure that they believe their helplessness to be fate. He won’t shatter that belief – he doesn’t think he can if he tries, frankly, but he has no interest in doing so. Because… it’s pointless.

Fate doesn’t exist. All it is, is the comfort of believing wholly that there is nothing one can do, that whatever happens is out of one’s hands, and thus outside of their responsibility. Veery isn’t big on responsibility, and there certainly are a great number of things (most things) completely out of his hands, but he can’t believe that the path he walks is anything but of his own making.

And Rhea… has walked right into the hands of the Agarthans, her sworn enemy. It is no one’s fault – not even fate – but her own.

Well, Edelgard holds some responsibility, Veery supposes, in the way that she is responsible for her own actions. The fact of the matter is that Edelgard, or someone like her, is bound to appear when Rhea rules in the way that she does. Both are equally responsible in very different ways such that they are almost two separate crimes.

If believing that fate is controlling things rather than themselves brings people comfort, then Veery has no place to argue. Coward that he is, he flees stress and responsibility like a plague, and in the big picture of things, so long as it is not used to justify atrocities, belief in fate is relatively harmless.

In Veery’s experience, it is not fate, but justice which is used to justify atrocities.

(Justice is just as ridiculous a concept, in Veery’s mind.)

“You. Do you know who you follow?” Catherine squares up, addressing Caub directly, putting Veery aside for the moment.

Caub purses his lips. “I do.”

“And yet still you devote yourself to him?” Catherine bares her teeth, glaring at the both of them with utter disdain. “He is a liar. A snake. He is a poison that is trying to corrupt the Church of Seiros from the inside out.”

At this, Caub laughs. “He’s not a very good liar.”

That… yeah, that’s fair enough. Regardless of how much Claude teaches him, it’s just not Veery’s nature to be anything but himself, wholly. Besides that, it’s hard enough to handle people at all sometimes. Veery definitely does not have the mental or emotional capital to spare to handle lying more than is strictly necessary.

“He turned the people against Lady Rhea! He turned them against their own best example and best hope! I am sure he would gladly see us humans destroyed entirely.”

“You put words in his mouth, Miss.” Caub frowns. “Ah, but… he does not need me to protect him. Not from this. Sorry. It’s clear to me that Lady Rhea is important to you. But… don’t you think that taking it out on the people around you may not be the best way to cope?”

Catherine’s eyes flash with fury. “I love Lady Rhea! I won’t stand by while someone destroys everything she stands for!”

“And I love Veery.” Caub glowers dangerously. “I suggest that you temper your emotions before you embarrass yourself.”

“Ha! Someone’s confident. Tell me, if you’re so certain in your path. Does your cat master love you? Lady Rhea loves all her people. In his attempts to depose her, Veery shows his contempt for humanity.”

Caub snorts. “Love does not need nor ask for mutual understanding. I know well the kind of person Veery is. I love him as he is. Though, you are sorely mistaken if you believe that he holds contempt for anyone.”

Veery frowns at Caub, not quite understanding the path this conversation has taken. All this talk of love… of course Veery loves Caub. He knows that Caub knows that. That said… he’s not quite sure what “mutual understanding” is supposed to mean in this context.

And… Caub isn’t wrong, exactly, but neither is Catherine wrong. Veery isn’t a good person. He doesn’t love humanity or wish the best for them, as Catherine seems to believe that Rhea did. (Not that Veery believes that Rhea did, in truth.) Veery is selfish and cowardly, and he is perfectly aware of those faults.

He doesn’t hate humanity. He would not wish war or death upon them. But neither does he love the humans. He would not wish anything upon them. Frankly, if Veery is to be accused of any great sin in the eyes of humanity, his should be apathy.

Catherine shakes her head sadly. “I truly do pity you, boy.”

“Hm. Then you are kinder than I.” Caub chuckles. “I imagine we see each other in much the same way – we are very similar, I admit, at least in our devotion to the ones we love – yet I cannot help but think that you have dug for yourself a hole and fallen into it.”

“If we’re so similar, then you’ll surely meet the same fate.”

Caub, uncharacteristically, flinches. “Perhaps. If that is how my fate is woven.” With a quick recovery, he steels himself again. “Your leader, to my understanding, valued order. She had you dig your pit and marched you right into it. I suppose that you can blame her for it if you wish. My leader values chaos – freedom – so if I should fall into a pit of my own creation, I at least know that the footsteps I take to it are my own. Personally, I find my own mistakes more palatable than others’. I can only change myself, and my behavior – thus my own mistakes are the only ones within my power to correct. And in that, growth.”

Catherine scoffs. “If he cared for you, he’d guide you from foolishness.”

“One can’t be protected from foolishness, Miss.” Caub says, shaking his head. “We are people. We make mistakes. In my freedom, I can grow from them. To submit yourself wholly over to someone else’s will… We may both serve the people we love, but I would find that quite a hollow existence.”

Catherine scowls. “You can live your life the way you want. But are you really satisfied bowing to a self-admitted fraud?”

“I am. He admits his mistakes, and sometimes, things that are not really mistakes. That is more than I can say for most people. Do not misunderstand, I am not here for him alone. Fate has entwined the threads of our lives, but we march in the same direction. He does not drag me, unthinking, along behind him. And he would not – that is one of many reasons why I do follow him.”

“Vee!”

Veery perks up, turning to grin as Dorothea hurries towards him. “Dorothea!” he exclaims. “You made it!”

“I did.” She quickly pulls Veery into her arms. “I’m sorry I’m late. I totally missed the reunion, didn’t I?”

“Eh, mostly. But everyone will be so glad to see you that it may as well be just starting.”

Dorothea giggles. “Oh, you. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. And the others, too.” She shakes her head, turning somber suddenly. “I’ve been busy these past years. And I’m sorry to say that I bring terrible news. It’s the reason I’m late, in fact. I would like nothing more than to steal you away and listen to all your stories about the past five years, but… I think I rather desperately need to speak to Claude.”

Veery blinks. “Understood. We’ll definitely catch up when we have the time, right? So, for now…” He purses his lips and sniffs, searching for Claude’s scent. In all likelihood, he’s holed up in the war room or library – or perhaps the Golden Deer classroom. “I’ll take you straight to him.”

Dorothea breathes out in relief. “Thank you, Vee. I suppose some things never do change. You’ll always know where to find Claude, and he’ll always know where to find you.”

Veery chuckles sheepishly. “I just… have a good nose. Besides, it’s not like either of us aren’t completely predictable. Come on.” He grabs her hand to guide her, happy to once more entwine his fingers with one of his cherished friends.

Dorothea is not one of the first students Veery begins getting close to, five years ago. In fact, he barely speaks to her until Professors Byleth and Manuela draft him into Faith training and they study together under the unorthodox teachings exclusively for them.

But after that, they bond closely. She is as sharp as Claude or Sylvain, and very patient with him when he doesn’t understand things. After she discovers his ability to sing, she forces him into a few duets, as well, and gives Veery an opportunity to learn about Fódlander music and culture in the process. She keeps his secret, about the hearts from Zanado, and the demonic beasts they fight there, from even Edelgard when Veery honestly does not expect her (or anyone) to.

They fight together, too. A battle-bond the likes of which Hoarvug will approve of. They even face Edelgard together at the battle of Garreg Mach five years ago.

And she’s… just nice to him. Honestly, he doesn’t need any more reason than that. Plenty of people are polite, but that’s all just a veneer. She’s actually nice, like the rest of his friends.

How does five years of war change her? Veery is not very good at identifying much beyond the obvious, but he sees the signs of war in his friends from the Golden Deer. He sees it in her, too. The weary, weathered expression. She has always been a little cynical, but this is not cynicism, it’s… just sadness.

Veery wonders if she has seen people she loves die in this war. He wishes to be good enough at reading people to figure out just how much this war has affected all his friends.

He… can just ask, he supposes, but leaving them behind and completely avoiding it all for five years makes him feel as if he doesn’t deserve that. What is he going to do with that information, anyway? Somehow comfort them from the years of pain? All he can do now is help bring the war to an end.

Besides, ultimately, it’s up to them. Like with Professor Byleth after her father’s death, the choice to move on, the choice to address their feelings themselves or ask him for assistance, is one that they need to make. Even if Veery had been here at their sides and witnessed the five years of war firsthand along with them, it still would not be his place to force his therapy upon them.

(Even if it were not rude and beyond his place, he’s just not qualified to do that, so it makes no sense to even offer.)

So, all he can do is guide Dorothea to Claude and try not to let this dread gnaw too insistently at his gut. And he does so gladly.

As expected, his nose leads him to the war room, where Claude frowns over a map of Fódlan with Professor Byleth, Lysithea, and Hilda at his side. They all raise their heads when Veery enters with Dorothea, and smiles break out all around.

“Dorothea!” Hilda squeals, practically diving over the table to get to them. “It’s about time! We expected you days ago!”

Dorothea smiles, eagerly returning Hilda’s hug. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I got held up on the road.” Her eyes lift to meet Claude’s and her smile falls. “You’re all going to want to hear this.”

Claude sighs wearily. “You just had to bring the bad news, didn’t you?”

“Would you rather be surprised?” Dorothea shakes her head. “Professor, it’s so good to see you. I was worried when no one could find you. Sometime soon, let’s have tea, okay?”

Professor Byleth smiles indulgently, nodding to her. “Of course. It’s a shame our reunion has to be this way, but we’ll make up for it. Come tell us your news.”

Veery follows Dorothea and Hilda over to the war table to peer down at the map. Dorothea is the picture of grace even as she frowns down at the thing, standing tall and proper despite the grim atmosphere.

Dorothea reaches over to point to an area on the map near the Adrestian border. “The Imperial army is marching towards Garreg Mach as we speak,” she says.

Claude clicks his tongue. “Damn. I had hoped… well, it doesn’t matter now. What do you know?”

“I was on my way here when I came across word of them. Kind folk in some of the smaller villages on the way filled me in, and I took a small detour to check on the army myself.”

“That’s dangerous,” Lysithea says. “You should not have approached the Imperial army alone.”

Dorothea chuckles somberly. “Don’t worry about me. By now, I know what I’m doing.” She sighs. “The good news is that the force is much smaller than the one that attacked five years ago. Edie and the other Eagles are not a part of the army I saw on the march. Their leaders are General Randolph von Bergliez and General Ladislava, the Scarlet Warrior.”

“Those names are familiar,” Veery murmurs. “Didn’t we almost kill them last time?”

“…They were in the battle five years ago, yes. I suspect that’s why Edie is sending them. They’ve fought and taken the monastery before.”

Veery is fairly certain that he killed Ladislava’s wyvern and mauled Randolph, but it’s true enough that they will know the monastery better than some.

“Regardless of what happened five years ago,” Claude says, “this isn’t good news. Those two have built reputations fighting for the Empire. General Ladislava even has an epithet. Maybe we should give you one, Veery.”

“No,” he says. “That sounds annoying.”

“Which means you’ll probably get stuck with one, cat saint.”

“Ugh. Gross.” Veery shakes his head. “Anyway. Dorothea. Anything else?”

Dorothea purses her lips. “Not much, unfortunately. It’s a smaller force than normal for Imperial raids. I suppose Edie doesn’t really intend to kill you here, Claude. She can’t be expecting this to be the death of you. Still, she must be hoping to drive you out of Garreg Mach. I haven’t seen the forces gathered here, but I would assume the Imperial force on its way is more than enough for that.”

“So, not a finishing blow, but a disturbing one.” Lysithea murmurs. “We’ve long suspected that when she does come for Claude’s throat, it’ll be done personally. But why not do so now? We’re undermanned and fighting in a location we’ve lost at once before.”

“A location we’ve escaped from once before,” Hilda says. “Her Majesty probably suspects we’ll just be repeating history.”

“Good points,” Claude says, “but you’re overlooking something. If Edelgard isn’t coming herself, then that leaves two possibilities. Dorothea, do you have any information on what she’s doing? I don’t like the thought of her being too busy to spare time to come after the monastery.”

Dorothea shakes her head. “Only baseless rumors. I can go over them with you later, but nothing is remotely credible. From what I can tell, though, she is still in Enbarr. So, whatever she’s doing, it’s there.”

Claude nods slowly. “Understood.”

“And what is this second possibility?” Lysithea asks. “If she’s not busy plotting, why else would she pass up the chance to take you out?”

“Simple,” Claude says. “It’s exactly as you and Hilda say. She doesn’t believe an assault here and now would be that decisive blow. All she really wants at the moment is to stop me from laying out my scheme. What you were missing, though, is that even if that is the case, she would still come if she knew that Teach was here.”

“You say that with such certainty,” Lysithea hums. “What do you think, Professor, Dorothea?”

Dorothea giggles. “I think that if she knew that the professor is here, she would have sent a much larger army.”

Professor Byleth furrows her brow. “I am not sure how she would hear. I am not especially noteworthy outside of your class.”

“That’s not exactly true, but with nothing from you for five years you are somewhat overshadowed.” Dorothea says. “On my travels, I heard that the cat saint has returned to Fódlan, and to Garreg Mach, to deliver divine retribution upon the land.” She covers her smile. “People can be very silly, but we can be sure that Edie already knows about Veery coming back. I haven’t heard a thing about the professor, though.”

“Good,” Claude says. “And with the power of the Sword of the Creator, not to mention Teach’s own skill, that means Edelgard is underestimating us. I won’t pretend we’re at an advantage here, but it’s something. I hate to throw away the surprise at this defense, but I don’t think we have the manpower to afford holding you back, Teach. Dorothea, when should we expect the army to arrive?”

“Within the month,” Dorothea says without hesitation. “It’s a smaller group, so they’re moving faster than the main army, but thankfully they don’t seem to be able to pass through Gloucester territory freely, so they’re taking the long route through the Kingdom.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d say this but thank the gods for Lorenz.”

“Lorenz is doing what he can, but it’s only a matter of time before Edelgard sets her sights on the Alliance,” huffs Lysithea. “Once she’s ready to commit to an assault, she won’t hesitate to enter Gloucester territory regardless, and we shouldn’t sit under any delusions that House Gloucester has control over the Great Bridge of Myrddin.”

Claude hums. “Right. I’ve actually been talking to Lorenz about that. Until we take the bridge, Lorenz’ father will support Edelgard. Too much risk of invasion. I’m surprised that he actually drew the line at marching through his territory, though.”

“Oh, he’d let her if she actually pressured him. He probably just postured so much that Edelgard decided going the long way is easier,” Hilda says, rolling her eyes. “Duke Gloucester has always been good at that.”

“Ha! True enough, Hilda. Either way, let’s not count our blessings. We should just appreciate what time we have and try to gather all the allies we can. The monastery is too important to lose a second time.”

“Where can allies be found?” Lysithea asks. “Remnants of the church are coming back, but I’m not sure we have enough to hold the monastery under an assault.”

“It’ll have to do,” Claude says. “We’ll put word out, say we’ve got the cat saint and are searching for Lady Rhea. Rally both factions of the church as best we can. I would put out word that we’ve got Teach, but we should save that until the army is a little closer – I don’t want to risk Edelgard sending reinforcements and giving us more than we’re planning for.”

Word about the cat saint, huh? “Is that a good idea?” Veery asks. “Has the climate around me changed much since I was here last?”

“Oh, right.” Lysithea sighs. “No one filled you in. The situation with the church is extremely complicated. Edelgard has been trying to stamp out the cat saint’s cult, but all she’s really doing is making it spread from Faerghus to Leicester. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been using your cultists for my own purposes.”

It takes a moment for Veery’s mind to catch up to everything being shared, but when he does realize what she’s saying, he bites back a groan and can’t resist covering his eyes. “You’ve been encouraging a cult around me to get… spies?”

“Essentially, yes. It seemed mostly harmless, and I need eyes if I’m going to find the Agarthans,” she says. “So, in part thanks to me – Claude obviously helped, too – your cult is alive and well in Leicester especially, though there’s also a notable presence in Faerghus, where the old Western Church was. That’s where it started, so that’s to be expected.”

“Sorry, Veery.” Claude chuckles awkwardly. “It was a practical move.”

Dorothea sighs. “I’m not innocent either. Over the past five years, I’ve been helping refugees escape Faerghus and Adrestia. I… may have encouraged the cat saint thing, just to get people motivated. So they don’t lose hope. You’re the closest thing to a tangible guide of what the goddess wants, so reminding people of that really reaffirmed their resolve.”

Lysithea smirks. “Thank you for that, by the way. I’ve had some people join me after you got them out of Adrestia and Faerghus.”

Dorothea giggles. “I was actually going to thank you for taking care of them. It’s funny how that worked out, when we didn’t plan that together at all.”

“Speaking of Sothis.” Veery sighs, shaking his head. “Teach, what’s her take on all this?”

Byleth frowns and shakes her head. “She’s still asleep. Aside from a brief moment right after I awoke myself, she hasn’t woken up.”

Lysithea purses her lips. “It sounds like she needs to heal as well. It’s likely her power that healed you over the past five years. Without more detail, I can’t even begin to make an estimate, but I wouldn’t be concerned even if she sleeps for several years herself. All indications is that it’s an incredibly slow process.”

“Dragons have incredibly long lifetimes,” Claude says. “So the stories say. It makes sense that things would go slowly for them. But that does mean we shouldn’t count on any counsel from Sothis during the war. There’s no telling if she’ll wake up in a few days or decades. Maybe longer.”

“Anyway,” Lysithea says, “back on topic. I have been carefully monitoring the cult worshipping the cat saint. It’s nothing like House Vestra’s spy network, but it’s a very good supplement to Claude’s. Plus, I’ve had them gathering everything that can be found on the Agarthans. The war right now may be with Edelgard, but the Agarthans will fall before this is all over.”

Veery has a terrible feeling that she’s right.

“For the rest of the faithful,” Lysithea continues, “we’ve been working over the years on our image problem. Edelgard getting more and more ruthless as time passes helps, not to mention Seteth and Flayn’s contributions, and that of the remaining Knights of Seiros, but all but the most radical are with us behind Seteth’s primary objective of recovering Rhea. Whether she’s reinstated as Archbishop is a problem for rebuilding, but everyone agrees that she needs to be found and rescued. I can’t pretend it’s not a fragile balance, but we have the trust of the faithful that far for now.”

“Plus,” Claude says, “it’s well known by now that Rhea intended Teach to succeed her. With Teach back, even the most loyal to her will follow. What we need to do is reassure everyone that you both want the same thing, and that finding Rhea is a part of that.”

“Of course.” Veery nods. Professor Byleth nods her approval as well. “I’ve no love for Rhea, but that doesn’t mean I like the thought of her in Edelgard and the Agarthan’s captivity. Is she still alive, though?”

“If she is, it’s only as leverage against the Agarthans,” Lysithea says. “And she’s certainly not being treated well. Either way, she’s important to the faithful, so we must use that.”

Veery sighs. “Well… so long as it’s helpful. Please don’t ever ask me to speak to the faithful again, though.”

“I wouldn’t have done that the first time if I saw any better alternatives,” Claude sighs. “And I am sorry. Rest assured; this won’t be a repeat of five years ago. The church is much more unified than back then, so your statement won’t be necessary. We’ll hold Garreg Mach. I’ll be counting on you, though. All of you. It’s going to take every able fighter we have to pull this off.”

Veery finds himself in the habit of lingering in the entranceway to the monastery. He climbs up over the wall just on their side of the bridge and sits atop it, watching as people trickle in slowly, counting in vain that few reinforcements they get before the Imperial army’s inevitable arrival.

It doesn’t actually help him wrap his head around the numbers of it all. How many men stand ready at the monastery, how many will be attacking, how many men it takes to take a fortress like this, and how many men it takes to hold it. He understands that’s the sort of thing that Claude and the others learned at the Officer’s academy – the sort of thing that generals and leaders need to know.

He doesn’t need to know. He’s quite sure that he won’t understand even should it be explained to him. But watching as people come, knowing that with each group of newcomers comes a few more fighting hands, does bring Veery some comfort. He can use his own lack of knowledge of the details to reassure himself that things will not be quite so one-sided as last time.

…He can still see it. The nightmares wane over five years, but he still remembers it vividly. The fire, the blood, the bodies, piled up in grotesque, crimson and black walls. So much red, so much death.

Edelgard’s dream. How shameful, that it has come to this.

“Veery.” A familiar voice distracts him, stealing his attention away from the view. “…How is it that Claude seems to always know where you are?” Sadi asks, speaking Ancient. “Your friends told me to ask him. I did not expect he would sniff you out so casually, as if he were one of us.”

Veery chuckles. “Claude is just clever and knows me a little too well. What do you need?” Somehow, it feels strange to speak his own language in the monastery. In Fódlan. Before, the only context he does so is when he’s teaching Claude or the others the language, or when Dorothea convinces him to sing.

Honestly, it’s a little strange to think that there is someone else who easily understands him when he speaks that language here in Fódlan.

Sadi sighs, frustration and agitation clear from the single breath. “I asked that purple boy earlier to look at that Relic of his, and he refused me outright. As if he has any claim over a dragon’s soul.”

Purple boy… “Lorenz knows what the Relics are. His situation with his family is complicated, and he has to safeguard Thyrsus very closely because of it. Did you… want to see Thyrsus in particular, or did you simply want to get a closer look at a Relic?”

“The latter, though I could have accepted a less offensive refusal.”

Veery winces. He can… only imagine how Lorenz may have blundered through that interaction. Lorenz, despite his etiquette training, still misses some cues even from humans of his own culture. There are so many ways he will very quickly piss off an agell. It’s a good thing that Sadi expects to be offended here, at least to an extent. Veery makes very sure that his companions know what to expect before they ever step foot on the boat over here.

He’ll probably still have to talk to Lorenz about that later. Not that he doesn’t understand Lorenz’ reluctance to hand Thyrsus over to one of the allies here he probably knows the least about, even under his supervision.

“Your first problem is asking Lorenz.” Veery says simply. “I’ll speak with him soon, so please forgive however he may have offended you. If you want to see a Relic, though, you’re better off asking Hilda.”

Sadi repeats the name slowly. “She is… the lazy one, yes? In many ways she reminds me of you.”

That’s an odd comparison, but Veery won’t deny the fact that they are both lazy.

Well, whatever. Hilda is much less likely to accidentally offend Sadi, and she’s less likely to be protective of Freikugel than Lorenz is of Thyrsus. Still… Veery should probably be there. “Come,” He says. “We can go see her now and ask if she’ll let us examine Freikugel.”

Sadi sighs. “If you say so.”

Veery smiles somewhat awkwardly. “How are you settling in? Are you doing alright here in Fódlan?”

Sadi is quiet for a moment as they walk. “This land is strange, and its people stranger.” She shakes her head. “But I am no soft, furless cub. Do not waste your worry on me. …Unless you fear I will harm one of these humans who stumble through their every conversation with me so clumsily.”

Veery chuckles. “I know you have more patience than that. It’s Hoarvug I worry will act on those impulses. We must remember that we are the strangers here.”

“I am aware. As I am aware that, clumsy or not, your friends are trying. That is more than I expect from most humans,” Sadi says. “And most days I stay by Hoarvug’s side. We have the same worry. Take comfort; I am keeping an eye on him.”

“Thank you, Sadi. I… feel kind of bad that I’ve brought you here and not stayed close.”

Sadi laughs. “Anyone who expects to keep you chained to them is a fool. You’re a solitary cat. We all knew this long before we came here. Hoarvug, Caub, and I are making do, and it is not as if you are not available for us should we need you.”

Veery sighs. That’s true enough. Still, he doesn’t feel great about it. He really should pay more attention to the people who traveled all the way across the ocean to fight with him, rather than sulk at the gates watching people come and go.

Well, the least he can do is help them when they need something. Frankly, this… Veery expects Sadi to want a look at the Relics from the start. He’s surprised she waits this long.

Veery knocks on Hilda’s door. Her scent just outside belies her presence in her room, and Veery knows that everyone keeps weapons on-hand no matter where they go. Hilda may not necessarily bring Freikugel around the monastery, but it’s definitely in her room.

“Hilda!” he calls through the wood. “Could you spare a moment for us?”

The door opens so suddenly, Veery can feel the breeze it creates. “Veery! Of course!” Hilda coos. “Always for you. What do you need? Should I make some tea?”

“Ah… I don’t think so.” Veery chuckles. “Actually, Sadi was hoping to see Freikugel.”

Hilda’s smile falls. “Oh… that thing. Well, I don’t have a problem with it if you really want to. Come in.”

Sadi hums. “That was easier than expected.”

“Yeah,” Veery says, “well, you asked Lorenz first.”

Hilda snorts. “You asked Lorenz? That’s never going to work.” She pulls Freikugel off of a stand and lays it down on her bed for Sadi to see. She sighs down at the axe, frowning as she curls her lip. “It’s kind of gross, isn’t it?”

Sadi sets her jaw, staring intently at Freikugel. “To think that humans would go this far.” She sighs. “Does their hatred truly know no bounds?”

Tentatively, she reaches out to stroke the broad face of the axe. As if reacting to her, the Crest Stone glows. Hilda jumps a little, but Veery grabs her arm to calm her. This is… not a bad thing. The glow is simply an indication that the power of the heart is active, that Freikugel is more than simply a lump of sharpened bone. It should not harm Sadi, who surely possesses a Crest just as Veery does.

That ire of these weapons is directed solely at humans.

“So that is how it is,” Sadi murmurs. Pain is etched clearly on her face, but still she listens to the Crest Stone. “Your desire will be sated,” she says quietly in Ancient, solely for the axe’s unhearing heart. “But your perversion will not be indulged further than this war. I promise you; I will end your suffering.”

As far as Veery knows, there is only one way to do that. To destroy the Crest Stone completely. Then again, Veery would argue that it isn’t truly suffering, just echoing past suffering for them to feel by proxy, since he doesn’t truly believe that the old dragon’s soul resides there.

But there is certainly something wrong with the dragons here. Veery feels no such corruption in Flayn or Seteth, though they are much weaker in terms of raw power than Veery expects from dragons, and certainly compared to the Relics, yet these hearts which power the weapons of humans fashioned from the dragon’s bones and suffering, are twisted beyond simply dying in agony. That’s not even starting on that shattered one, whose fragments were used during the attack at the ball and the Sealed Forest.

There is always another way. Perhaps there is some way to cleanse that corruption. Veery has no obvious path to doing such a thing yet, but he’ll support Sadi should she decide to pursue it.

The dragons that are made into these weapons… Veery does not typically lend too much thought to the dead. They do not care – they do not have the capacity to care – if their remains are well-treated or their wishes respected. Even so, if it is a choice well within his power to make, he thinks it’s good to respect those gone.

“Thank you, Hilda,” Sadi says. Her voice is cold, hiding pain, but strong. “I have learned what I need to.”

“No problem,” Hilda says cheerfully. “Honestly, when I learned what these Relics are, I never wanted to use this thing. Not… that I wanted to before that, really, but you know what I mean.”

Sadi nods, eyeing the heart embedded in Freikugel. “This dragon has an appetite for blood,” she says. “They will drink their fill before this war is over. After, though… we will speak later of what comes after. Your Claude wants his Arcadia to be for us as well as you, yes? Then I must share my thoughts on this matter with him.”

“You should!” Hilda says, smiling encouragingly. “Seteth and Flayn will probably have more sway with him on this than you, but you still have much more of a right to talk about what should be done with these Relics than we humans do. If you have an idea, he’ll listen.”

“…I hope he does.” Sadi sighs. “Veery told me that there are more hearts here, in a tomb under the monastery? I… would like to see how the dragons of old treat their dead, when they are not twisted into these… things.”

“You want into the Holy Tomb? Hm…” Hilda bites her lip. “You can ask Claude about it, but I’m not sure even he knows how to get in. I haven’t checked, but I assume it’s locked up again. Maybe Seteth can help?”

“Seteth, then,” Sadi says. “I will speak with him.”

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