#sunder (he/fae)

[christinesficrecs]

Hey there! I've been on the hunt for this fic for quite some time now, but I can’t seem to find it. In this story, Stiles portrayed an incubus on the hunt for humans to feed on, while Derek took on the role of a werewolf cop who, if memory serves me right, caught Stiles and befriended him. Deucalion also made an appearance in the fic, alongside his wife, who was an incubus just lile Stiles. However, due to her pregnancy, she either couldn't feed on humans or found it insufficient and so she needed Stiles to help her feed - my recollection is a bit fuzzy on that detail. Hope you can help me find the fic!

Hey! I'm not completely positive, but it does sound like this one. Even if I'm wrong, this one is amazing! 🥰

The Sundering Kiss by trilliath | 92.4K | Explicit

Stiles is a young adult incubus who has made his way to New York City. After his first makeout session ended in death, he left Beacon Hills to try and understand what he was and protect the people he cared about. But being his father’s son, in name if not by birth, he’s never been able to accept the idea of killing innocent humans to feed himself. So in order to survive and keep his morals both, he travels across the country feeding on sexual predators.

Derek is a NYC werewolf cop, who dedicates his life to protecting and serving both the human and fae communities - protecting them from each other if necessary. When a string of succubus or incubus kills starts hitting his city, and Derek runs into Stiles at a crime scene, Derek wants to find a way to help this neophyte fae survive under the radar before someone else puts him down.

Too bad Stiles seems to run away whenever Derek gets near him.

[witchofthesouls]

Been thinking, you think getaway would still go through with his mutiny in yhe situation where he's got a baby with a liason and rodimus? How would that even work?

I've been seeing so much Getaway analysis on Tumblr and digging through his wiki since I haven't the comics, so commentary route-

The thing is, Getaway lies even to himself. He's not as rational as he believes he is. It's easy for him to justify his actions, especially in the line of work under Prowl.

And his time under Tyrest had deeply impacted him.

If he has a kid with Reader (and Roddy), he would double-down it.

The mutiny wasn't about Megatron. It was Rodimus.

A forged Prime vs a MTO with primus apotheosis.

Getaway thought he would be a better leader, a better Prime, if only he was chosen.

Froid would be in a tizzy because he can observe a mech breakdown and delve deep into godawful decisions under the leadership. A real-life trolley problem under his (and Sunder's) thumbs.

Because Getaway lies so well, he buys into his own lies. Otherwise, what's the point of all this suffering and pain? It had to mean something -

He needs to mean something.

The framework he's operating under is really fucked up since it takes a lot from Functionism and condensed war-time efforts. Look at the education programs MTOs had? Early ones were allowed to follow a class before being declared for duty. Well, that went down to seven until three directives were uploaded directly into their minds, so they can be air-dropped into battlegrounds and online there.

Getaway is the product of the three-step "program."

That's why he has a lot of mixed thoughts of hostility and benevolence over a cyber!Reader with no-alt. You would have never lasted the initial incursion if you were a MTO, and if you were categorized as Forged, then you would be dead-useless in the old society. You're vulnerable in too many ways, yet you're unbothered about it, which he doesn't understand.

As a human, it was easier to dismiss, but as a Cybertronian? It gnaws at him, but it quiet downs when it's just you and him in privacy.

You can spot his lies, and he remembers that, so he's far more careful after he uses the nudge-gun.

Ultimately, though, he thinks you're too weak to be an actual threat to actually oppose anyone.

And that will bite him in the ass.

Let's just say with a Fae-Touched!Cyber!Reader, Froid and Sunder are in for a really Bad Time.b

[reap-the-game]

An updated thingy of Gia's many lives (and a couple of AUs). From left to right and top to bottom, who's who:

Rodonia: The one that started it all, Gia's Ancient self. A carefree wanderer offering his services as a healer, sundered along with so many others.

Giovanna: That's Captain to you. An unwilling whore that built a pile of bodies to function as her stairs to the top. Not that her life continued to have any less hardship, but trust her to claw her way out of anything.

Rivka: Abused in his position as a slave for as long as he can remember, Rivka made the perfect target for a different brand of abuser—but no matter how toxic that relationship, it is, sadly, a major upgrade to his previous position. In his opinion, at least.

Cecilia: A complete duality, Cecilia was forced to play the role of an Ishgardian noble's obedient wife for most of his life, despite his identity being strongly male. His brief stint in freedom with the ability to genuinely express himself was the happiest he ever got to be, before suicide became his only way out.

Tea: The life directly preceding Gia's current one, Tea was born in Golmore and proceeded to live a happy life in the jungle for the next fifty-so years. Unfortunately her life met a suffering end after she she began to fall badly ill towards the end of it, her wasting body eventually giving out.

Titania (AU): When you ask "but what if Gia was the WoL?", you get Titania. Put into the position of the Warrior of Light completely against his will but without the ability to say no after the abuse he'd already suffered in his life, his severe unhappiness culminated with him tapping out after defeating Titania. He took the throne himself and promptly locked himself in the castle, only ever seen by the fae folk.

Calypso (AU): That time Gia was born as a demigod. A capricious god of the seas, he was eventually bound to a lonely island, and although he went on to shroud the horizon in a forever storm to protect himself, he was unable to free himself. By the time he regained his freedom, he was a god obsessed, focused on his love and nothing else.

Gia: All of this brings us to the present day and to Gia himself. Torn from Golmore at a young age, his life doesn't proceed to be much better than some of his more notable past incarnations'. Finding only fleeting happiness seems to be a bit of a theme for his soul.

[magitekconveyor]

The Curse of the Fae Queen

Audio: Woe to the People of Order

Queen Mab of the faerie kingdom across the sea from Amaurot came to the city of order to beg for aid as her kingdom fell to the Final Days. Due to Amaurot's inaction, her kingdom was lost and she was doomed to suffer the sundering far from home.

Emet-Selch realized too late the Warrior of Light he faced was the reincarnation of the vengeful queen.

[justanothersterekficgirl]

The Sundering Kiss by trilliath

Explicit | 92k | 14/14

Stiles is a young adult incubus who has made his way to New York City. After his first makeout session ended in death, he left Beacon Hills to try and understand what he was and protect the people he cared about. But being his father's son, in name if not by birth, he's never been able to accept the idea of killing innocent humans to feed himself. So in order to survive and keep his morals both, he travels across the country feeding on sexual predators.

Derek is a NYC werewolf cop, who dedicates his life to protecting and serving both the human and fae communities - protecting them from each other if necessary. When a string of succubus or incubus kills starts hitting his city, and Derek runs into Stiles at a crime scene, Derek wants to find a way to help this neophyte fae survive under the radar before someone else puts him down.

Too bad Stiles seems to run away whenever Derek gets near him.

[tzipporfargriever]

THE VAELBLADE

I've been messing around with Blender and finally got something I like and want to share. Making this into a gif was an annoying process but very worth it.

Lore dump under the cut~

-lunadoll

"What a wondrous and terrible thing Fae ingenuity is. The Courts saw a simple problem interfering with their collection of the universal truths; the Vael itself. To travel through a portal even within the primordial khaos which is their home of the Forest of Doors, takes immense power. It is no easy task, forcing the universe to give you a part of itself, to open to you, to travel through her in such a brutish way. Prior to the creation of tools such as witch-stones, this took rituals, weeks to months of plans; mages risked their deaths to open portals through which trade flowed.

When the First Dragons hid their hearts away, the Faeries sought them out. There is no power in reality as strong as the heart of a Dragon, and the power of the First made the potential in their hearts too tempting to ignore. No matter the dangers of their temples, no matter the outrage of the Drakoniq Assembly, adventurers and mercenari and the Fae Courts themselves sought these artefacts of majiq. The most famous of these is the first to be found, the Vaelblade, Heart of the Drakoniq Chaos.

With the retrieval the Vaelblade from its tomb in She'Ol, the Faeries were no longer bound to seeking natural portals to exploit with ritual majiq. Now, they could make their own, anywhere, at anytime, just as The Great Inevitable Change Aolroblan-thi had been capable of. They studied the Heart and its power, marveling at the aberrational nature of its power, and were forever altered by their closeness to it. But as all things of power are coveted, the Heart did not remain in Fae possession, stolen by thieves of unknown origin. The Vaelblade passed through many hands, many kingdoms, and many eras, before it found itself in the possession of Lucifer the Bringer of Light, leader of the Fallen Army. Lucifer sought it as a weapon against his brother the Metatron, for his Army was at war with the Angeliq Choir, but when he brought it down against the his rival, the corruption he brought to the Heart sundered the Vael, linking the plane of mystique to the plane of mundanity by a gaping, bleeding wound."

[alexissero]

Quiz - ‘What’s your role in the tragic play’

tagged by @arasnealashandr thanks!

This sorta works with Alexis, someone that was unwillingly thrown into the spotlight and has to work through it. All he wanted was to be back with his daughters and the semblance of family he has left, working out his flaws and trying to do better for his kids. That’s where he’s ‘determination’ (self-loathing) comes from, the fact that he still has family and still being haunted by his mistakes is something that is able to push him far beyond.

(have an early doodle of Alexis)

And with the people of Eorzea that he saves, looking up to him and admiring him. He deeply feels that anyone else would have done better in his spot, hundred folds. (But sadly they’re not a shard of Azem huh?) So he tries to do as much as he can holding the title, and looking the part too, though the Scions are the ones that does most of the talking.

His incessant need to deal with everything by his lonesome has done more damage to himself then actually help, prompting him to reluctantly ask for help rarely.

tagging: @emetkoto @convicted-girlboss @ashenbun @piccadilly-bard @sundered-souls @fair-fae​ @lollybunxiv​ @arcane-circles​ @humblemooncat​ @midnightmagicks​

[sekhithefops]

Nightingale: I'm Off With the Faeries

So yesterday something I've been itching to get in with came out on early access.

Nightingale, a survival/crafting game set in a fictional late 1800s where humanity learned magic from the fair folk and mastered how to travel between Earth and the realms of the Fae.

Nightingale begins however, after a calamity befalls earth. The portal network between Earth and the Realms is sundered, a horrible fog known only as the Pale bursting forth through the portals that locks all it touches in stasis.

You are one of the survivors, having manged to use the portals to flee to the Fae Realms before the network fell completely.

However, you have a benefactor aiding you. None other than the Merry Wanderer of the Night himself, Robin Goodfellow... or Puck as he is called more often. Puck is rather guarded about why he is helping you, but he acts as your tutorial aid during your start in the game.

The game itself is a Survival/Crafting game. Cut off from Earth and all it's industry and man-made conveniences, you must learn to make do on what you can build, hunt, and gather to survive.

So far however, the crafting system is one of the highlights for me. To make something, you need a vague set of parts.

i.e. to make roast meat, you just need "meat" of some sort.

However, this can be prey meat (deer, boar, etc) or predator meat (wolf, or some of the more unusual fae monsters.) It can also be things like fish or fowl or what have you. What you use determines how effective it is. The better the ingredients, the better the meal, but you can use any meat in a pinch.

This applies to all crafting, including equipment and even buildings. For those it can even alter what the thing LOOKS like! A jacket made from boar hide will look totally different from a wolf hide one, and even have different stats!

In order to explore the Fae's realms however, one cannot simply walk around. You must travel between them using the portals within.

The main network is sundered, but by utilizing fae-crafted Realm Cards you can travel from one Realm to Another.

These are split into Biome, Minor, and Major cards (though as the game is in Early Access minor cards aren't fully implemented yet.)

The Biomes do exactly what you would expect. They determine the type of realm you wind up in. A forest, a desert, a swamp, or what have you (those are the only ones I've found so far.)

The Major ones determine what kind of realm it is.

Minor cards give you various little bonuses. Some resources will be more plentiful, or enemies will drop more treasure, and the like.

Byway cards are for the tutorial only, where Puck guides you to safety after your rather catastrophic entrance into the fae realm.

The Abayance card is unique. It opens a realm that is "mostly forgotten by fae and man," a safe haven where you can set up your home base.

The Antiquarian realm is rich in ruins and other fae architecture, and offers better rewards than the Abayance one... but with greater risks.

At first you must find portals across the worlds to travel, but early on after you first travel to an Antiquarian realm you gain the tools needed to craft your own portal at your home base as well, making travel far easier.

As for dangers, well the main one besides wild animals comes in the form of the Bound.

There are two courts of the fair folk. The Summer Court is more open to good relations between the Fae and Humanity, infact Puck is part of this court.

The Winter Court however has no love for the children of Adam and Eve and will send their Bound minions to harry you whenever possible.

The bound range from twisted feral goblins that will charge you down and attack with fang and claw, to more cunning varieties that will use weapons and even explosives against you.

Whats more, there are even ancient fae machines that will attack you if you try to take the treasures they guard.

One hint I do have for these things. My knife did little to him, but his body was made of metal: USE YOUR PICKAXE!

But yes, so far the realms of the Fae are everything I'd hoped for in this game. Its still Early Access so if you're not certain don't be ashamed to wait a bit and let them roll out a few patches and hotfixes. Even with the testing they did, they can't catch EVERY problem until a game goes live (game development is complicated, there's always something they miss.)

At time of writing Steam Reviews are mixed, but hell they always are when a game first launches. Its $30 USD so if you ask me the best way to tell if it's for you is to buy it, install it, set an alarm for an hour and forty five minutes from then, and give it a go. If the alarm goes off and you're not having fun, log out and refund. If you are having fun, turn off the alarm and keep going.

Personally though, I'm having a blast and I can't wait to see what the dev team does to improve the game in future.

[theimperialnuisance]

Character Theme | Kien Eilath

What instrumental track would play in the background of your character's story during their most meaningful moments? 

This song definitely plays for other meaningful moments in Kien's story but this moment above in particular is the first one I thought of when I got tagged! Takes place in Shb right after Mt. Gulg--I imagine the theme would begin to play as soon as Blaise (@circusredmage) hugged him because up until that point in Shb, Kien had been keeping quiet about the light corruption happening to him and not wanting to worry his friends but this was a pivotal moment of finally processing it all and knowing he had friends who cared and wanted to help him. Anyways, I am rambling and could go on forever XD I might do this with my other ocs if I have time! I was very excited to be tagged in this one so thank you @sundered-souls for the tag! ^^

It's been SO long since I've tagged people so apologies if you've been tagged already but if you have other songs, I'd love to hear them! Tagging: @tokki-yue @circusredmage @adeat @decadentvelvet @under-the-blood-moonlight @fair-fae @nyarumi-nyan @phoebe-of-ivalice @biff-adventurer and anyone else! Tag me! I wanna listen <3

[lunasmusemenagerie]

name: Cyrus

Race: Fae (unseelie) / Eldritch Vessel

Type: OC

FC: Alvaro Rico

Background:

Cyrus was a prince once, not that he knew much about that life. born of a tryst between Tatiana and another Unseelie whom she'd been promised to before marrying Oberon, Cyrus was kept secret, especially so when his father dissappeared from the court entirely. he was given to one of her servants to raise and care for and to much sure he stayed a secret and out of the way. he, like his full brother Zephyr, was kept in chains for a time, only to be released by some of the well meaning members of the court. once free, he left the court but still stayed in the Fae realm, getting stronger in his abilities and magic.

Cyrus soon left the fae realm, finding it wasnt as safe for him as many beleived, in between hunters seeking a fallen fae prince and his mother's assassins after him, he moved from fae realm to human, swinging between both as needed. brutal in kills, vindictive against those he felt hurt or wronged him, Cyrus was becoming a very powerful and very very dangerous Unseelie. always being hunted gave him an edge, even going as far as letting himself get caught in the rings before to clear a few fighting dens or auctions out. because of this incident a heavy price was placed on his head and he became priorty number one in the circles to kill or tame, they didnt care which one. it was also when he met his blood father once again, the man not even knowing he'd had another son with Tatiana until then. the two started forming a bond and while Drake did not quite enjoy seeing how much his sons truely enjoyed the hunt and kill.... he still welcomed them both if Zephyr ever found out about his full heritage.

when a raid had gone wrong a few months later, Cyrus had been on the run, being herded and pushed closer towards the artic circle. tired, wounded and starving, he'd slipped into an ice cave to either try and find away around the wall of hunters on his tail or some shelter and food. what he found was certainly not what he expected. stone spires built out of the ground, strange runes engraved into them and the walls. he went further into it, deducing it was some kind of temple from bygones. encased in ice was a massive creature he'd never laid eyes on, one that seemed to dwarf the temple itself, as if it was built around it.

a voice in his head, visions of what this creature was flashed in his mind and offered him a deal. this was the Crawling Chaos, The Dark Demon, Nyarlathotep. Son of the outer god, Azathoth, buried under the ice to sleep until the great priest Cthulu rose once more to control the world here and elsewhere. the Call had been sounded, and the old gods were walking once more. except not in their old true forms, no, they had taken on vessels to walk amongst the mortals. Cyrus had been chosen for the Dark Demon, and he offered the boy a deal. become his vessel and weild the power unimaginable only granted to those who fully gave themselves to the gods in this manner.

Cyrus agreed, and for a moment he felt as if his body was being sundered into, flesh and bone tearing and eldritch runes being burned down his spine and over his heart until the surge of power hit his veins. he and the god resided in the same body.

with this new found power, Cyrus unleashed himself onto the hunters. slaughtering anyone that stood in his way and, lost on the bloodlust and power let the god take control, devouring some of the victims that fell at his hand.

Notes: Cyrus is Bisexual, male leaning and written in his mid twenties.

[edenfelled]

This headcanon was originally posted on @abyssine ! I've just tidied up and added some sections.

forword: this is going to be my big compendium for all the stuff to do with my wol ! consider it a constant wip; i will make edits to it constantly, it will probably be huge; i will not apologise for my hyperfixations.

as always, a disclaimer: any mention(s) of canon characters can be changed if the people playing them are not interested. i do not expect my portrayal to trump personal comfort. some aspects of the game have more written about them than others; this mostly comes down to when i started writing on tumblr (shb).

01.  to  touch  her  is  to  become  a  child.  to  love  her  is  to  be  buried.  /  AMAUROT.

born kore, the maiden. she was best known for her mischievous nature and wanderers spirit — to the point many wondered if her seat of azem was more a ploy to keep her contained. in truth, she was bestowed the place due to the vast love she had for the world and its people. she mentored under venat, worked alongside members of the convocation, and was generally well liked — if little too passionate ( looking at you, grape incident ! ).

she did not know what was to come when it came to the final days, only that those on the outer provinces were slowly being drained of aether that turned its people into mindless beasts. when she returned to amaurot, she learned of the convocations plan to summon zodiark and defected. this coupled with her similar rejection of hydaelyn's followers earned her the monkier 'persephone' — more accurately dread persephone; queen of the dead, usher of winter. she accepted this title along with her fate to sunder and die. in the end, she was killed by a falling meteorite during the star's final hours after a cryptic conversation with venat.

footnotes:

i subscribe to the idea that the ancients were open in their relationships, so kore doesn't have a 'main' ship, and could be shipped with multiple people at the same time. i'm down to explore any dynamic with ancient muses!

kore helped with the creation of beast tribes such as moogles / fae / sylphs.

when people compare kor to kore, especially in appearance, she tends to believe they are describing her sister. however, the one striking difference from lily is that both kor and her ancient both have amber-coloured eyes.

generally speaking, ancients (before the sundering) will call kore by her birth name. ascians will call her persephone.

02.  call  me  when  they  bury  bodies  underwater,  it’s  blue  light  over  murder  for  me.  /  1.0 | ARR.

eldest child of fleet-captain dimitri swan, kor has always been defined by her binary gender. born a woman to a man who valued masculinity above all else — the stockiness of his highlander genes, not the midlander ones she inherited — her status as the eldest and most legitimate heir thrust on her responsibilities she had no choice to want and abuse she did not deserve. many of her earliest memories were of her father's fist, whether by her own acts or defending her sister from his ire, and she quickly learned that no amount of appeasement, placation or resistance would ever deviate his feelings. he hated her because he believed she had no value.

"she's a blight," he hissed. "a cunt." if you relayed it back to koret, she'd give you a twisted little smile and a roll of her shoulders. "he makes sure i never forget."

without a son to inherit his legacy, dimitri was reluctantly forced to take kor on as his protégé and she, by extension, was forced into his service. though she inherited her father's ship the wolfsbane, it was his expectation she would fail in her charge due to her inexperience in leadership and the complexity ( and oftentimes the illegality ) of his tasks. however, assisted by her first mate robince and a rag-tag crew her father believed were too useless to sail, they managed to successfully chart their first course and all those succeeding it. much of 1.0, as a result, was kor carving out her status as captain.

in those first few years of service, dimitri's attention shifted from his eldest daughter to his youngest. with a kind heart and an intense need to please, kor returned from her ventures to find her sister betrothed to one of dimitri's associates in his bid for more power and wealth. though kor did her best to plead with lily to leave with her, it was her sister's misguided belief that her marriage would redeem herself in the eyes of their father and gain her absolution and respect.

this belief carried her through her marriage, her new husband's abuse and her eventual murder — the latter of which kor was given unwilling clairvoyance. the echo, most people called it ( though to kor a personal curse ); no amount of sailing gave her enough time to save her sister. when she arrived back in limsa lominsa, it was all she could do to identify the body three-days bloated by the sea and enact vengeance on her killer. though she called it justice, it never brought her peace.

in her grief, she left her ship under robince's care after y'shtola's recognition of her echo. though she joined the scions willingly, she kept her distance for much of the early game as she tried to unravel the meaning behind her new 'powers'.

footnotes:

kor's story does not deviate too heavily from the normal wol's aside from a few things.

kor's first class was machinist ! or, more accurately, musketeer. limsa lore backs up their existence and i will die on the hill. she had a rapier, she had a gun and she had no time for your shit.

minfilia was probably the first person kor grew close to, though she'd argue it was begrudging. being one of the few people also possessing the echo, she would have a found a kindred spirit in how simultaneously powerful and powerless the echo can make you feel. it was her tender leadership that really inspired kor to join and her death later in the game took a massive toll.

kor didn't come out of her shell until well into post-arr. in truth, she was hoping to monopolise the scions for all their information about the echo and leave, only to realise she had come to care for them by the end of the game.

the slyphs pretending to be the scions was the funniest shit for her. naturally, as a shard of azem, she could easily identify who the real one was.

kor volunteered her father's ship to be the one used during the trial with leviathan. this was twofold: one, to spite dimitri. two, she gained assurance from merlwyb that all damages would be compensated... so she chose to wreck it. the restorations were fantastic!

haurchefant wins the award for person who became her friend the fastest. she found his earnest appreciation endearing and he had a knack for drawing rare bouts of sincerity from her.

likewise, she bonded quite closely to g'raha, though his choice to lock himself in the tower really messed her up. he was the first person she had a recognisable 'crush' on. so his death made her withdraw quite keenly into herself.

03. caught  in  the  river  turning  blue,  hold  your  breath  as  it  covers  you.

heavensward is my weakest expansion when it comes to kor lore, so sorry everyONE. the rest of this post will be a lot of footnotes / titbits of information for each expansion. eventually, when i have time, i'll replay each and give greater notes for their parts.

dimitri began to feed coin into the crystal braves at the end of arr, particularly upon learning of their plan to implicate kor in the assassination of the sultana. this was not because he had any great interest in the wider implications towards eorzea, he just wanted to take her out. he was of a mind that, where she not outright lying about everything she had done, she now possessed a keen threat to him and his assets. he wanted her reputation ruined, allies gone, crops salted, etc. being ala mhigan himself, he was able to plead his case and promise his assets were she removed.

kor had suspicions of his involvement but had no way to prove it. proof came when she, alphinaud and yugiri went to rescue raubahn and dimitri appeared alongside ilberd and the others. though he challenged kor to a limsan 'duel', her echo gave her clarity to the fact her father would not fight fair. she shot him dead before he got a chance. some in limsa would consider this dishonourable.

the rest of the expansion is a fairly one for one representation of how i think her story would go. please come back to this section later.

04.  show  me  those  pretty  white  jaws.  show  me  where  the  delicate  stops.

hello stormblood. i love you, even if the wider community does not.

the freeing of ala mhigo was an exceptionally weird time for kor, and it's not something she's keen to talk about. her mother was limsan born but dimitri was not. his family ( and hers by extension ) are ala mhigan, but he left just before the garlean occupation and shunned any members of his family that tried to escape through him. she doesn't feel like she can claim to be disapora, not in the same way her cousins can, and she feels very disconnected from her people due to her fathers rejection/manipulation of their plight. this lead her to default to other members of the resistance ( m'naago, conrad, meffrid etc. ) for guidance.

if anything, she felt more at home as a foreigner in the east than a daughter of ala mhigo.

however, cue members of her crew coming to aid in parts of the story ! a lot of them were refugees that dimitri tried to exploit. rob would often write and let her know which members had settled throughout yanxia and the peaks so she could go visit.

zenos. ah yes. he's really the first person who 'matched' kor with the echo — like he did with any wol. stormblood was around the time that kor was grappling and coming to terms with her suicidal ideation and her shifting opinion of it, so to have someone who could kill her was a terrifying thought.

zenos took kor's eye. of all the headcanons i have, this is the one i'm not going to budge on. if this is a dealbreaker for zenos roleplayers, i totally understand ! in the royal menagerie, as part of the shinryu fight, kor was critically injured. i like to think of it as the literal 'eye for an eye, a pound of flesh'. she took his life, he took something from her.

this brought into prominence kor's reliance on the echo and how weak hydaelyn's power had become over time. given she never thought highly of hydaelyn or the echo due to how she received it, it had not occurred to her just how accustomed she had become to it. in her mind, she had let it become a crutch.

also, the silence of hydaelyn's power coupled with her friends just dropping dead ? obviously they weren't dead dead but, when you have nightmares of your deceased sister suspended on a table manifesting in real life... it fucks you up ! she was not okay ! how do you protect your loved ones from something you cannot perceive ?

kor picked up a gunblade in this time. she saw it on the back of a dead garlean, picked it up, examined it, shot it and went 'o FUCK yea'

05.  i  know  for  the  last  time  you  will  not  be  mine.  so  give  me  the  night.

SHADOWBRINGERS, I LOVE YOU. my favourite expansion, love of my life.

kor knew immediately that the exarch was raha. she chose all the text options that called him out on it. that being said, she didn't push once he was like 'haha, that's so weird!!'. she saw it less as him having a master plan and more he had chosen to reject her as a friend and confidant in the time he'd spent on the first. baby has some self-confidence issues to work on.

she got into a lot of heated arguments with thancred over mini!filia. ryne becomes something of a sister to her throughout the story and she cares deeply for her. in a lot of ways, her protection of her and the other kids is her own atonement for being unable to save her sister.

her sin-easter is called forgiven insolence! i have art of it.

the horror of the light fucked kor up. it's the dichotomy of feeling like you're so corrupt you're the only one who can absorb the light, but also feeling like it's not expunging anything worthwhile.

this also lead her distancing herself from much of the scions. she knew something was up between urianger, y'shtola and the others. she has never appreciated people obfuscating and ( in her mind ) lying to her.

in rare moments ( see: the dying gasp, sos ) she is... uncannily kind to emet / elidibus. this is kore's influence. emet's is more in the theme of 'kill your abusers' due to what he did to kore/kor, whereas elidibus was more the comfort of a wayward soul. you can choose to be kind, even when people hurt you.

06. what  is  your  soul  made  of  ?  beauty.  and  what  is  beauty ?  terror.

hello the pain that is endwalker. i only have a few notes.

the wolfsbane took the scions to old sharlayan ! this was really nice for kor. she got to catch up with rob and see how his crew was going. though she technically holds all of her father's assets in his death, she passed them onto her first mate to manage in return for their assistance. he probably carried on about transporting the esteemed scions of the seventh dawn and their warrior of the light until she threatened to kill him. in truth, he just let her have the wheel for old times' sake.

in elpis, upon meeting venat and regaling her the fate of the world, kor made her promise not to give her the echo until her sister died. this was the point kor realised she would not have started her hero's journey until her sister passed, turning the event of her death full circle. it's also the moment she realises all her hatred towards hydaelyn was misguided — venat had the strength to not only sunder the world but endure the hatred of the one person she knew could save it. it's very poignant for her.

she sees lily in the aitiascope. this was the final event that made her really accept she was not at fault for her death and lily didn't hate her for it. their fates were inevitabilities until that moment; they were simply products of fate.

kor openly cries for hydaelyn and begs her forgiveness. it comes from both her and kore, though she doesn't realise it.

meteion is both kor's daughter and sister. i will not accept constructive criticism. as someone who once saw despair in everything, i think kor being able to impart the hope she learned was profound for them both.

she also can't really fault hermes. bitches be depressed. this doesn't mean she condones his actions, she just... gets it. deep down she knows, were she presented with the facts as he was, she very well could have done the same thing.

don't talk to her about ultima thule. time and time again she would have died for her friends if it helped them advance their plight. she never wanted it to be the other way around.

vrtra's plight to save his sister was extremely important to her.

for now, that's it! if you got this far, thanks for reading. this doc will be expanded as i see fit. anything new will be noted at the top.

[courtfallen]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 beneath the pads of his fingers is not lost on the illyrian — he had moved to protect them when he grabbed the stranger and lunged them toward that little cave of unforgiving stone and fetid dark. those wings are unlike his own. soft and white, the plumage of an arctic eagle, not the velvetine webbing of his. despite the impropriety of their circumstances, he cannot risk the rustle of movement to separate himself, to untangle their limbs, to see to the wound he undoubtedly sustained to his right wing — lest he undo all he did to save them by alerting the dragon to their location. while it could not reach them, its flame could sunder them to ash. its weight could cave in the walls surrounding them.

handsome stranger? his nose scrunches. the compliment is ill-timed and its utterance completely disregards his directions to keep quiet. eyes, a darker shade than his own, but still of earth and loam, are latched onto his own, and it's a discerning gaze he can't bare. his eyes dart towards the cave's opening, and he listens, waits, his breath quaking, his heart pounding against the cage of ribs beneath his own.

he sighs and drops his head at the comment that follows the first, knowing the position they're in is uncomfortable and .. unsuitable for two fae males. ❝ my name. is vastien. better? ❞ he grinds out the introduction on breath alone, no tone to his voice, and silently slips his hand away from the other's mouth ( it did no good, anyway ). above, he hears the dragon's footfalls receding, but they're still too close for comfort, and he's not dying in a hole in the ground tangled with some unknown peregryn that obviously harbors a deathwish.

❝ just — hold still. we can't be sure it won't come back to claim its kill, ❞ he whispers softly, eyebrows furrowed, leg shifting between the peregryn's to make it all ...less compromising. ❝ and i'd rather not be dessert. ❞

Looking back or stealing any glances at the winged serpentine beast was hardly unnecessary. While his eyes were trained ahead, the shadow invaded his peripheral vision, along with the fringed landscape that he managed to dance around in less than graceful fashion. who would have thought that a drunken and reckless display could spare him from being wrapped in flames? the mother be willing, he would only be dressed in ash and not become it. his heart overrode any outside noise as his main focus deluded any reason. thankfully he was well endowed with stamina, he could go for as long as … hopefully to the end of this … an apparition captured his attention, deterring his focus entirely. many questions ricocheted and one overwhelmed them all. how could he make so many detrimental errors in such a short span, and how much closer did it bring him to his demise ? the timetable always loomed by that fragile and rotted thread that could be labeled as his luck. he jerked in response to the presence, and there was no time-- soon he felt himself being lunged forward with another body holding onto him. WHAT THE FUCK the hold of ... fate ? .. karma ? seized him and ripped him away from the narrow corridors of his mind. visage of ashes and dying foliage dissipated as they were now engulfed by darkness and there's a body on top of him. normally the unwarranted touch would cause him to go rigid, but rather his heart felt as if it would break free from its cage at the rate it was pounding. when their eyes locked, honestly -- the dragon disintegrated from his mind. the command for him to be quiet earned a muffled response behind the palm, not even attempting to remove it or create space.

" right . . . nothing resonates with calm and tranquil like getting thrown into a cave . . . by some handsome stranger -- " but then the his mind allowed himself to register that there was a fucking dragon above them. " with a dragon just meters away - I would have rather been on a first name basis … but sure, i can be very zen."

[alexissero]

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[thewolfisawake]

Foirtchern did stand although the gales did force a step back. He hadn't backed down from the gaze of the trapped fae. While his years of life made little appeal to him, he couldn't deny the allure of such an eye. Something so interesting in struggling through adversity. No matter the fruitlessness of it all.

"If you could manage my death, I would enact every bit of agony you so wish. Screams and all. But you are going to have to think far more expansive than that, Mhoirbheinn, since I already have been sundered to scraps of bone and sinew. Yet here I stand," though he was pretty sure it was him that fueled such brutal tactics between the two, "although who knows, you who are able to create miracles...maybe you will create one one day. I suppose, unfortunate for you, that day may not be soon enough."

He stepped closer, trying resist the gust, "Does my defective scion truly drive you to such madness, masochism? They who have done nothing but lie to you. That has done nothing more than use you. How many on your list has been in their name? Or...is it simply you know nothing else other bloodshed and malice?"

He gave a look that was somewhere between examining and pitying, "...I do so wonder what becomes of you when bereft of your purpose. You have brilliance compared to that blight. But I suppose we will find the answer to that out soon enough..."

The Protector’s rage was only stoked further by the insult to Bal, so causally lobbed. Limbs strained against his restraints, hard enough to cut into the skin and draw blood at his wrists, but the man hardly noticed. No, his vermillion eye was locked solely on the one before him, unwilling to look away from his prey for even a second.

“I’m going to kill you,” Mhoirbheinn again promised. “I’m going to tear that disrespectful tongue from your pitiful maw with my own hands and make you choke on it.” The word were punctuated with another attempted lunge from him, and the post his chains were connected to shifted with the force of his movement as he snarled again.

“I’ll break your jaw next. Set it hanging loose so that you will never be able to form another word again. Do you think you’re the only smug bastard who believed himself untouchable in the face of my wrath?” Mhoirbheinn barked a cruel laugh, and his glamoured wings unfurled to beat at the air in an attempt to build momentum and force for his next lunge. The force of the wind sent the tea set flying against the metal wall, and the delicate porcelain shattered to pieces.

“You’ll just be one more to the list. Do you want to know what happened to them? I’ll do the same to you. After I break your jaw, I’ll tear you open, expose your heaving, miserable rib cage. I’ll reach down and break off a bone just to finally drive it through your heart. Smile all you want for now, but know that you will die by my hand. And you will die screaming.”

[the-littlest-kojin]

Prompt: Fae's final moments before the sundering.

Behind us!

Turning in the same instant as the thought is in their head, the fused Amaurotine flows to the side as the white-cloaked figure lunges at where they were a moment before.

"Venat! You must stop!" cries the layered, echoing voices, filling the burning street. Pity, sadness, sanctimonious self-righteousness flit across the former Traveler's face as she turns, crystalline sword held loosely in her fingers. Above, dark clouds broil, heavy with rain, as tears of flame fall from broken skies.

Themis. Flare Star? Fae asks internally, communing with her other half even as he is already answering, their thoughts moving as one.

I know not the incantation, but I have the power. Do you know how, my Stella? The fused being's eyes come alight with power, mouth moving in the incantation for the greatest fire spell ever created by Lahabrea, Speaker of the Convocation of Fourteen. The knowledge of Lahabrea's foremost apprentice and the raw power of the Emissary combine, conjuring a series of fiery orbs, bright and searing enough to make the sky seem black as pitch. Breathing heavily in the ensuing silence, broken only by the crackle of flames, the fused being waits for the smoke to clear, mismatched eyes roving in search of Venat. "I'm sorry."

Half-turning before the blow lands, the being is driven to the ground, watching as the renegade walks ahead, into a building full of praying Ancients. My Stella... I am sorry, the shard of the Emissary croons in their mind. Themis... Please... We need to stop her. The blinding light of a magickal working spills from the structure ahead. Blearily, Fae-Elidibus tries to focus on it, barely conscious.

As the light reaches them, there is a moment of numbness - of pure, unbroken silence and stillness, where nothing moves and there is no sound.

This moment stretches into infinity, before action crashes back into the world, and with it - pain.

Fae's screams blend with the shard of Themis's, both in their mind and from their throat. Their souls - soul - are slowly being rent into pieces, agony as the very fiber of their beings are being picked apart like threads from a tapestry. Looking up into the clouds overhead, the only part of Fae's mind still lucid through the pain dimly notices that the fire has ceased, and the clouds are hanging lower, and more ominous.

With the last of her strength before the submits to the agony, she thinks a prayer to her lover, both the shard and the larger part, apotheosised as Zodiark.

Themis. My love. Stay strong. Keep the faith. At duty's end, we will meet again. We will. We will.

For untold seconds, or perhaps days, there is nothing but the sound of breathing, getting steadily weaker. The combined body weeps salty tears, but neither Fae nor Themis knows whose they are. Possibly both.

Joining the stream of tears, raindrops begin to fall.

Mustering the last of her strength, Fae curls the shared body's lips in a smile. The rain...

And then she knew no more.