#the ink demon and the traitorous knight

[ireallylovepupplies101stuff]

HEY BENDY! YOU'RE A PIPSQUEAK!!!

Being called small doesn't really bother Traitorous Knight Bendy all that much. If anything, he gets annoyed when Boris teases him about being mistaken for the youngest thanks to his height because he'll keep bringing it up over, and over, and over again.

Meanwhile, in another universe.

[midnightfire830]

BRUUUHHHH IM GONNA CRYYYYY OH THIS FANART IS SO GOOD

CONGRATZ PUPPIES!!

(Btw cuppy and mugs in there?? So damn adorable i love them)

wasn’t sure whether to message u or just send it here, but anywaysss

theres still more PLUS an animatic in progress😭😭 im telling u your story has consumed my whole brain (in the best way LMAO)

these are how i imagined them so apologies if their designs aren’t super accurate, im not good at remembering details qwq

I-

I just-

I WANNA HUG YOU!!!!!!!

THESE ARE AMAZING I LOVE THEM THANK YOU SO MUUUUUCH!!!!

[saradika]

DIN DJARIN - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

— A Kind of Demon by @fettuccin-e

Kinktober Day 3: Monster AU | Incubus!Din Djarin

— A Rule Of Threes by @5oh5

after not celebrating your birthday for many years, din djarin makes sure this is one you'll never forget

— Betrayal by @againstacecilia

Bounty hunting, not a happy ending, feels.

— Brown Eyes by @mandoisapunk

Din comes back to Nevarro only to find his favorite soldier acting as an interim Marshall, and the reunion is everything he could’ve hoped for.

— Coming Home by @whataenginerd

Din has just arrived back at the Sundari palace after a long and boring diplomatic trip. 

— Consummating The Riduurok by @beskarandblasters

You just got married to Din in a large celebration on Mandalore. At the end of the night it’s time for one thing only; to consummate the marriage.

— Coporal by @pentechnics

Your new job is more or less a cinch; you’re the secretary to the COO of a big manufacturing company. Day in and day out you balance calendars, prepare morning coffee, and send a variety of emails. / But you also fantasize about your boss. In every which way. And it doesn’t take long to find out that his mind is just as filthy as yours.

— Denser Than Beskar by @floral-force

Your beskar-clad taxi pilot is an awkward man, and you decide it’s due to his limited social interactions. Under the armor, a nervous Din Djarin thinks his flirting and hints are obvious. Will he be able to share his feelings before you’re lost to the sands of Tatooine?

— Don't Hold Your Breath by @bits-and-babs

forced proximity smut

— Fear Not The Abyss by @psychedelic-ink

din initiates you into the cult.

— Forbidden Cravings by @inklore

stay in your room; that’s all you had to do. a simple demand that you planned on following until something goes bump in the night and you’re trapped between two monsters. | din x reader x bo-katan

— Hex Code by @bits-and-babs

given the task to hunt down an enchantress renowned for her deviancy, din fails to understand just how hard this mission will be to complete.

— Home by @beskarandblasters

A little drabble about domestic life with Din at his new house on Nevarro

— Home Is Where You're Mine by @/inklore

in nevarro you and din can finally breathe and spend your days christening every surface of your home.

— Ichor. Blood. Water. by @cherubispunk

stranded. alone. a traitor to your people, your family. aeaea is the prison of paradise you call home, and he is the prophecy you like to call an enigma. the ‘man made from metal’, forged in fire, melted by your spell that is no witchcraft on your part. he is the hunter, you will always be the prey. it is the way as the fates designed it.

— Keen by @/bits-and-babs

the child has been getting in the way of you and mando spending time together. after weeks without your touch, he’s finally reaching his limit.

— Love, Intertwined by @lowlights

Once upon a time...no, that’s not how your fairy tale goes. Din might have saved you that fateful day, but he was no knight in shining beskar armor. But the universe has a funny way of pushing people apart and bringing them back together again. 

— Love Is a Fire That Burns Unseen by @moonlight-prose

on your list of things that could possibly happen while bounty hunting with din, dying from hypothermia wasn’t included. nor was finally admitting the truth to yourself about your feelings.

— Misjudgments by @floral-force

Din Djarin reluctantly agrees to work with a partner on a hunt, and they turn out to be incredibly skilled in bounty hunting. They make him a nervous wreck, something that never happens to him. But, maybe there’s more to Din’s mixed emotions than he realizes…

— Never Break The Chain by @/moonlight-prose

years after you lost contact and parted ways, he comes back into your life. in the most drastic way possible. | jurassic park!au

— No Words Needed by @againstacecilia

“Din, can I ask you something?” / His helmet turns to look in your direction. / “What does cyare mean?”

— Of Brown Eyes and Desert Skies by @floral-force

When a new man storms into the saloon you work at, you're instantly terrified--and captivated. But as he lingers in town and stirs up trouble with every step, you question who the brown-eyed man is underneath the poncho, and if he really is just a bounty killer at his core.

— Of Shadows and Roses by @the-scandalorian

You're engaged in an illicit affair with your bodyguard.

— One Night Only by @mondaychildsworld

You and Din get down and dirty in a fancy hotel room in Coruscant.

— Pearl Rosary by @sweetercalypso

Priest of Mandalore!Din Djarin listens to your sins during confession

— Permission by @javier-pena

You belong to Paz … but there’s something about Din Djarin. He’s on your mind constantly. | din x reader x paz

— Petals by @mandelirious

“When did you know?” / “Ithor.”

— Potter!Din by @silksaddle

A collection of drabbles and oneshots that surround your life with Din, who works away in his pottery shed.

— Raising Cain by @hier--soir

at a private gala in berlin, two agents slip inside, uninvited. unbeknownst to one another, and working for seperate agencies, they prepare to bring the same target to justice. the only problem is - one of them wants him dead, and the other wants him alive. who will succeed? will the strange connection they feel stop them from completing their mission?

— Return The Favor by @galactic-basic

din and reader share a moment in their newfound quiet.

— Rite by @bits-and-babs

 Traditions form after Din removes the mask.

— Salt Water by @5oh5

din carries you in his mind, in his body, the way waves carry the salt of the sea: unforgettable, inextricable, forever.

— Still Of Your Hand by @/moonlight-prose

"din was always scared he would hurt you. always tentative to give into your desires of being taken apart roughly, because he was a gentle person when it came to you. his life revolved around violence, yet when it came to this—you—he was anything but that."

— Tales of the Heart by @lavendertales

Joining Din on his missions carried no expectations from either side. You simply provided him with medical assistance when needed and tended to the ship while he was gone and nothing else. / But several situations arose where you truly believed something might happen between you and Din.

— That's Not My Name by @theidiotwhowritesthings

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” - Shakespeare

— The Art of Failing by @theidiotwhowritesthings

The Division of Mythological Affairs was created to protect and serve the supernatural community while keeping the knowledge of their existence a secret. / You hoped to become an Agent of the DMA like your mother before you. Just as your dream begins to fall apart at the seams, you stumble across a missing persons report that could change everything. | Werewolf!Joel Miller & Vampire!Din Djarin

— Unearthed by @grippingbeskar

you are the new leader of your planet, but you lack an army. lucky for you, a new king has also recently ascended the throne.

— Unseen Smile by @beecastle

It’s your first anniversary and Din wonders if he should take his helmet off

— Velvet Mand'alor by @outercrasis

State functions are boring - certainly there are better ways to occupy your time

— Woven In Stars by @ilovepedro

Instead of navigating the galaxies, Din is navigating his new home life with Grogu on the ourskirts of Nevarro. In doing so, he meets you - a seamstress in town. The two of you form a beautiful bond through helping him adjust to domesticity in his secluded cabin. Throughout the time you share together, the bond you have flourishes into something more that can no longer be contained.

— Your Heart Got Teeth by @/moonlight-prose

horny thoughts about din’s necklace.

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[maguro13-2]

Legacy of Shinra Reboot ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 1 Remake Pt.5 ~

[Tsugumi Harudori Residence - Tokyo, Japan]

*Tsugumi working on her mecha designs*

Tsugumi Harudori : It's not fair, Truth from FMA didn't told me that the witch I defeated was just a heartless, so that means the Traitors was just front by a genie who wanted those mystical the seven world rings. Maybe I was right, few or those eventually grew worried sick or tired of my worthless story of my life as a hero. So after that, my life as a Demon-Weapon has ceased to function from the eyes of truth itself, and now here I am...back in my homeland.

"Tsugumi Harudori : Hero of the Forgotten Story"

Tsugumi Harudori : My friends, my teachers, always been like that. I never thought that I have been working for someone that isn't Lord Death at all, someone's using his body as a puppet to be enslaved to run down the facility. Why would anyone in the so-called E.A.T class would become the warriors of Justice and I'm not? Why me? I'm sick of being a stupid hero and it's because Shinra Kusakabe. This is the real about the hatred between Humans and Witches it's because of the boy who truly created Soul World, which caused the heartless' attention to attack the real world. These creatures born from people's hearts are always meant to fool others and including humans as well, it's totally gosh darn sick! I wonder what that heartless said about the true leader of the Traitors army?

*flashback*

*DBZ SFX : Strong Hit*

Mai Thi Hoang : Oof!

Ansem : You worthless maggots! Calling your selves a bunch of heroes? You are all protectors of the Devil's legacy! The Traitors leader Shaula Gorgon's a heartless, can't you open all of your eyes and seek the truth? All of you!

Meme Tatane : It's all their fault, he didn't tell us that it was you guys were behind this attack!

Death the Kid : What? Our fault? Why blame us? What does killing a bunch heartless have to do with aving this country?

Tsugumi Harudori : I...I didn't realize that I killed a heartless, what have I done?

Ansem : You have all the good deeds in your lives of being heroes to protect the devil's legacy of calling yourselves heroes and villains of this Soul Eater World that the boy named Shinra created. And you have such good friends, girl of the Forgotten Story and protector the devil's legacy. Now what will you do when your story ends? Will you leave home to your old home of Tokyo, or will you consume and risk your life as a hero to the protect those you cherished. (flashes back to Tsugumi at her desk) Well, I guess you had to be fooled by the devil's will that made you all stubborn. if you can't figure out who the true enemy is, then I suggest that you would never come back to this land alive again as the hero you were and your friends will be gone as well.

Tsugumi Harudori : It's all my fault. I should've listened to the truth, I knew I should never protect that stupid legacy as a hero! Who would've thought that someone sent the faker to attack the countr? Why did I ever go there, why me? Why everything!? Was I wrong that I'm good enough to be hero? I blame Shinra for everything! What should I do? All these lies as a hero of my story doesn't really make sense, everyone believed in me and I wish I was never the hero of story. Too bad, I decided to go back on designing mechas in my room. Shinra that fool, I will forget that he truly created world for only just to make believes and I hop that he rots in hell for this foolishness he caused.

*GLASS SHATTER*

Tsugumi Harudori : Huh? What was that? Hello? Anyone here? (sees rock with a piece of paper) Hmm? What's this? A note. (receives note and looks at it) "Tsugumi Harudori, You have been chosen to be the Halberd's greatest rebuilder. With your help, we can rebuild the ship that will fly into the sky with it's wings to be rekindled. Signed by the Meta Knighst". The Meta Knights, they knew about my actions as a hero, does this mean, I get to become a hero again? What does this all mean about?

(scene changes to Yokosuka Harbor)

"Yokosuka Harbor"

Tsugumi Harudori : Okay...But this location tells me that this is the right place. But nobody's here? But where is everyone, hello? I arrived to meet and greet? Is there someone there? I got your message! I got the truth! I have proof. I can't believe that I came all the way for here nothing. This is literally a waste of--(turns as she sees Meta Knights that surrounds her) Whaaa-!? Wait a second, Oh no! I'm trapped! I'm surrounded!

Javeline Knight : Relax, Kid. We're not here to harm ya.

Tsugumi Harudori : Oh, so you weren't going to hurt me. I'm just a kid from Tokyo, and I came to this home of a martial artist legend Ryo Hazuki.

Javeline Knight : Meta Knight, come meet and greet this kid, would ya. She became a winner of joining our crew.

Meta Knight : You must be Tsugumi Harudori. Welcome to the army. (shakes hands with Tsugumi)

Tsugumi Harudori : You must be the anti-hero of Dreamland. You're Meta Knight, aren't ya?

"Meta Knight : Leader of the Meta Knights army"

Tsugumi Harudori : How did you know it was me?

Sailor Waddle Dee : We monitored everything. You were great out there. Your skills and actions as a hero amazed us before you lost the ability when you had it in your life.

Tsugumi Harudori : I was? That's great to hear. Anyways, aren't you the sailor guy that died in the ocean?

Sailor Waddle Dee : I'm not dead, but we the meta knights went into hiding after our ship crashed in the ocean over a year ago. I never thought that it was chance to have a fate worse than death.

Tsugumi Harudori : Then why did you faked your death?

Sailor Waddle Dee : Survival is the only way, I chose to live, but...I couldn't be careless, but thankfully, Meta Knight saved me on that day helping others to escape, that is why I chose to live, not to die. So, We need your helping finding the parts of the ship that will rebuild and rebirth the Halberd.

Meta Knight : Ever since Marx Tricked us into destroying Dreamland's reputation, things went sour for Kirby since he kicked the jester's ass into space knocking Nova out of the park. So, you say that you're some kind of tool for the devil. I heard that he was resurrected as not weapon, but a worthless lifeform called a Chao.

Tsugumi Harudori : Shinra's alive? And what did you meant by that? Are you saying that he was turned into some kind of...Chao?

Meta Knight : Exactly?

*DBZ SFX : Suspense*

Tsugumi Harudori : You're kidding! How in the world did manage to be brought back to life.

Meta Knight : Some mustache man who has an IQ of 3000 manage to bring the devil back to life ever since his body was destroyed by the Time Eater when it arrvived in Soul Eater 1000 years ago.

Tsugumi Harudori : Are you talking Dr. Ivo Robotnik? He's responsible for Shinra's resurrection?

Meta Knight : Correct, he was Lord Death's creator and founder of Soul World. According to Observers of the Mutliverses, He and his people were killed and annihilated in the attacks of the Time Eater after he scolded him for creating Death and the world of Soul Eater, resulting fifty percent of it's universe to be destroyed half. However, after going through the stages of reincarnation into resurrecting with a current form, the man behind the boy's resurrection was Dr. Eggman himself when he was at Chao World to create a new varient-type of chao.

Tsugumi Harudori : So that's what made us heroes in Soul Eater, he wasn't dead, he was revived so that he could come back to see the Real World and meet Maka and her friends. But who knew that he turned himself into a Chao just let someone hide the truth from us?

Meta Knight : It's truly a definition that someone wanted these witches to be rid of and of course the Majo Detective Fire under threat from the heartless' doing. The reason the Gorgon Witch Sisters were making these heartless, to steal the hearts and Souls from others, not just souls, but also hearts. These creatures manipulate others and including humans and witches as well for us. It's a goddamn disgrace and it's inhumane for us.

Tsugumi Harudori : I can't believe Death the Kid set me up to become a hero of my own story, there was no Traitors army nor a Shaula Gorong that turns out to be heartless, a doppelganger of the original one. The idiots who runs the entire were based on monopolization and political development that were giving us the wrong information! But we couldn't go home empty handed to complete the seven world rings in hand. Shotaro the Dokeshi, who Shingami in guise, ordered us to kill a bunch of heartless and this was barely his fault!

*flashback*

Ansem : (laughs evilly) Now then, I want all of the humans that protected the devil's legacy must be perished!

Tsugumi Harudori : Death the Kid, what were you thinking!? Killing our kind that turns into heartless will not make the hero, this isn't right! I want you to cease all of this now!

Death the Kid : Shut up!

Sid Barrett : Kill them all!

Human A : No please! We're just people, we didn't know that we're serving ourselves to these creatures!

Human B : Please! We're not heartless! We're only--

*GUNFIRING RAPIDLY+PEOPLE SCREAMING*

Tsugumi Harudori : Noooo! Stooop!

Ansem : Impudent fools! You have no idea with whom you are dealing!

Tsugumi Harudori : No, guys! Stop it! I beg you to stop!

Mai Thi Hoang : Tsugumi! Help!

Tsugumi Harudori : Mai!...Death the Kid...I BEG YOU TO STOOOOOP!!!

Heartless : End of the road, you worthless maggots!

*DBZ SFX : Strong Punch*

*flashback ends*

Tsugumi Harudori : That's all I can think about these creatures. Heartless are the true enemies to the humans and not the witches, I don't know what's gotten into fighting these guys. Are we wrong? Or is hatred making us kill the witches. I don't know or what to do. Maybe it's Shotaro the Dokeshi that is responsible for ordering these or perhaps it someone else that is behind all of this. Don't worry, I will find the original parts of the ship that Kirby destroyed. I'll gather the blueprints and while you guys go find the rest of the Halberd's parts that were destroyed in the incident back in 96.

Javeline Knight : Right. (in shock) !? Tsugumi, behind you!

Tsugumi Harudori : Woah!

*WEAPONS CLANG*

Meta Knight : Who goes there!?

[It Has Come to This by Runblebee plays]

(Erazor Djinn appears)

Erazor Djinn : So you're the brat that took out the entire Traitors that the witch's heartless I ordered to destroy the devil's legacy. Never fought that Imagined that it could happen to her heartless as well, she was a capable puppet to me in ending the likes of that devil boy who created Soul Eater.

"ERAZOR DJINN : GENIE OF THE LAMP"

Tsugumi Harudori : Hey, I remember your face! You're the one who order the Traitors to attack the American Public. You led those heartless including Shaula's to destroy Shinra's legacy! You've ordered the real Shaula Gorgon the entire time! I can't believe that you would do such a thing for witchkind! You set my entire story up so that the heartless would regain control of this planet!

Erazor Djinn : Hah! Worthless maggots! That was all part of my plan to dispose the likes of that Maka Albarn kid. In any case, I should consider you a farewell gift to Shaula Gorgon, one of the traitors to witchkind itself!

Meta Knight : (Growls) DIE, YOU MAD MAN!

*Instant Transmission*

Meta Knight : Where did you go!?

*instant transmission*

Erazor Djinn : Humph!

Meta Knight : !?

*WEAPONS CLASHING*

Sailor Waddle Dee : Meta Knight! You almost had him!

Meta Knight : I was so close on catching him! This man's fast! but he teleports from spot to spot.

Erazor Djinn : (chuckles) I'm afraid that the game is over! DIEEEE!!!

Tsugumi Harudori : Not so fast!

*WEAPONS CLASH!*

Erazor Djinn : What?! (grunting) You! You're wielding a weapon!

Tsugumi Harudori : Next time, if you ever ordered another heartless and harm another innocent to get take by these creatures, I will destroy every single one of them, I will make them all pay for ruining my life! SO TAKE THIS! HAAAAAAH!!!

Erazor Djinn : (in shock) !?

*DBZ SFX : Heartbeat*

Tsugumi Harudori : !?

Shahra's voice : You are not destined to meet this man in person. But only one who is destined to meet him.

Tsugumi Harudori : That voice, it sounded like...?

Erazor Djinn : You little brat, you'll pay for that! I ought to teach you some manners!

*DBZ SFX : STRONG KICK*

Tsugumi Harudori : GAAAH!!!

Sailor Waddle Dee : Tsugumi!

*DBZ SFX : Body landing*

Erazor Djinn : Annoying brats, always get into trouble with these dangerous ideals as heroes themselves. It doesn't matter, whether the heartless. Time for my departure for my return to the Arabian Nights. You and this world shall become part of the shadows when the heartless are about to cover the planet in darkness. Farewell.

(Erazor Djinns teleports away)

Javelin Knight : Damn! He'd run off! Where did he go? So that man was responsible for sending Shaula's heartless to attack the American Public. But why are heartless trying to regain control of the planet?

[Crush the Game - Yutaka Minobe]

Sir Kibble : Tsugumi! Hey, kid! Are you alright!?

Javelin Knight : Oh no...It couldn't be...!

Sailor Waddle Dee : Tsugumi! Please, Tsugumi! Please respond! Quit Joking around...(yells) TSUGUMIIIII!!!

"After all of that...I discovered that the story of Soul Eater be something responsible, but who in the world would want to have a story that is full of make-believes?"

"But I can sense that something in this world could be dangerous as hell..."

"With all the pieces coming together...I wonder who is it to blame?"

"But for now...Let's all wait until final preparations are completed."

Sammy Lawrence : (with a sinister smile, snickers)

~ Scene 4 : Hero of the Forgotten Story ~

[ireallylovepupplies101stuff]

THIS IS SO AMAZING!!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

I've been listening to this song Salvation

and since I've been on a fanfic kick as of late, I decided to make like... I guess you'd call it cover art? I had a lot of Idea's but this one was the one that came out of it all so Enjoy. Go read @ireallylovepupplies101stuff 's Fanfic: The Ink Demon and The Traitorous Knight cause it's cute ^^

[pro-penlicker]

Death of Butter reup from twitter

reuploading this from twitter cause... twitter, it's going to be a complete mess so i apologize for that, i'll probably work on a new info post for it soon

first of all, Devils, Demons, Demidieu and Edenites Devils are bodiless entities that wish to see the downfall of humanity, the usual

Demons are mindless entities with bodies that serve as the Devils' eyes, their bodies don't have to be animals, which means Demons can be plants!!

Demidieu are basically a fusion of devils and demons, they have both a mind and body. Demidieu are often found in human form.

Edenites are the human servants of the Devils. They either join the forces by partnering with a Demidieu or a influenced by the Devils.

secondly, The Gallery, an organization dedicated to eliminating and purifying the Devils and their forces.

Butterflies, are the people who work within the Gallery, most of the Butterflies are priests but a small number of them take up the art of the sword to become knights or exorcists.

Alice is a Butterfly from The Gallery who also works for the royal guard (currently serving the Northen Kingdom's Princess as her personal knight) Cassius is an Edenite who's a general for the Western Kingdom's guard and is a close personal friend of the kingdom's prince (Cassius is also unofficially officially the Prince's personal knight)

less lore and more about the elements and genre of the story, the story is fantasy-romance with elements of reincarnation and time travel

plot in short Alice ends up getting killed by Cassius and is promptly sent back in time and reincarnated in another world that is a copy of his own since he now has a second chance at life, Alice isn't going to waste it. As he has now learnt that Cassius is allied with the people plotting the Western Prince's death.

basically the Gallery needed a physical way to keep track of their Butterflies and prevent people from faking so all official Butterflies have simple tattoos that glow and shift colours. The ink the Gallery uses are made from ingredients only the Gallery has access to

though not apart of the list of ingredients, Morpho Discordia butterflies assist in gathering certain types of ingredients as some are too delicate for a human to pick. (the Morpho Discordia butterflies were originally created for this purpose)

Not a real butterfly, it's an edited image of Morpho Adonis

Devils, Demons and Demidieu, despite being separate entities all go by one name. Atrocities

Butterflies who have left the Gallery but continue their work as Atrocity Vanquishers are called Moths.

While half-atrocities do exist, very few of them survive childhood and their always half-demidieu

An Infestation is the demonic energy that the Atrocities give off, if there's too much of it, it can cause illnesses and other things

the Red Throat Infestation was a type of demonic energy that ran wild in the Northern Kingdom and other areas, the majority of victims of it fell into comas and eventually passed.

But the others who didn't fall into a coma had to deal with worse symptoms, like a painful rash @ the throat

At an early age, Alice and his biological family got infected with Red Throat. Though Alice survived he lost his biological and became more venerable to future Infestations.

Cassius being an Edenite naturally gives off a lot of demonic energy and Alice (now being aware of who the man is working for) quickly becomes terrified of him, especially since he can sense something else surrounding the traitor. Upon seeing the terrified Butterfly, Cassius quickly becomes interested in him.

Alice's full name is Alice Alpen Creek

Cassius's full name is Cassius Astrom

[buns-with-a-book]

Summons in the Shadows

For Day Two of DMCWeek2020, the prompt filled this time is Demon!

WARNING! This fic contains the following trigger warnings: implied animal cruelty, animal sacrifice, and blood! If you are not comfortable with any of it, do not read!

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Vergil/OC, OC, Mundus Tags: @furyeclipse @nimnox @astral-space-dragon @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate @harlot-of-oblivion @queenmuzz

Summary: While Cassandra slumbers with Vergil, Vergil gets a sense that something...wrong is happening. Meanwhile, far away, Draco Kinniaird makes a pact with the echo of Mundus for the power he desires to force Cassandra to bend the knee to him.

It was a warm spring night in Red Grave City. A perfect night, all things considered. A half-moon hung high in the sky, it’s moonlight gently illuminating the bedroom Vergil shared with Cassandra. Tomorrow was going to have warm weather, perfect for an afternoon outing with his beloved rose, Cassandra. Dante wasn’t going to bother him tomorrow with an inane request for pizza or sundaes, he was snuggled up to Cassandra, and he was...happy. Happier than he had been in a very long time.

But, for Vergil, something still kept him awake. Something nagged at him in the back of his mind. The memories of Nelo Angelo had long faded, lost with his familiars that were now inked into Cassandra’s skin. Were they regrets? Perhaps. There were many things he regretted in his life, chief among them missing out on Nero’s childhood. If he had not fallen, if he had just set aside his pride, perhaps he would have found the son he never knew he had.

But this sense of unease inside him, it did not come from his dark thoughts. It seemed to be something external, as if he could sense an old enemy rising again. There was only one such enemy, one demon that he could think of, that he didn’t want to think of: Mundus, the Prince of Darkness.

No, impossible. Dante defeated him and Mallet Island was sunk into the sea. He couldn’t come back. His arms squeezed tighter around Cassandra, earning a soft noise from her.

“Vergil?”

“Go back to sleep.” He murmured. Cassandra rolled over, coming face to face with him.

“Something’s bothering you, isn’t it?” Vergil let out a low hum, lowering his head. “Vergil…”

“My thoughts are prone to wander, Cassandra.” He admitted. “And they wander to the possibilities of a life where I knew about Nero.” It was a lie, she needn’t worry about a demon he knew was dead. Cassandra seemed to accept this lie.

“Don’t worry about what could’ve happened. You should worry about the here and now.” She leaned up to peck his lips. “And right now, you should get some sleep.” He hummed quietly. “Would tea help you?”

“I would like that.” Vergil murmured, slowly sitting up. Cassandra followed him up before sliding out of bed. He watched as she left the bedroom, wearing an old t-shirt that he presumed Dante had given her as a sort of gag gift. Perhaps he was just overthinking this unease deep in his soul.

---

Meanwhile...

Eternis Brillia was bathed in starlight. The moon was hidden by the clouds gathered in the distance. The grounds of the Cathedral of Saint Deirdre were empty, kept perfectly immaculate. The cathedral was the image of serenity, the city peacefully asleep in the midnight dark.

Except for one man, his blond hair fluttering with the wind as he walked with purpose to the cathedral. In his blue eyes were brimming hatred, a hunger for a certain type of power that the Maidens, the long revered protectors of Eternis Brillia, could not give. In his bag were old grimoires and large bottles of animal blood. In his hands was a box, containing the heart of a horse. Who knew that Cassandra’s old Clydesdale, Alasdair, had so much to give?

Well, the horse was his now, since she ran away all those years ago. Key word being was. It was inevitable that the horse was going to die (although he wasn’t sure if he would have it killed for this purpose back then. What would his younger self think of him now?).

Pushing open the grand doors, a serene quiet greeted him. The cathedral was empty, unguarded. Nobody in Eternis Brillia would, in their right mind, dare try and rob the cathedral. Not even him, although that was not his intention right now. No, he was doing something far worse to the cathedral. Golden idols of the Earthfaith could be replaced, reforged by the goldsmiths and silversmiths. Defiling the cathedral, on the other hand, was a far more heinous crime.

A crime that was worth it. Cassandra had to bow to him, at any costs. His heart still burned with hatred for her just leaving the city. He never found out how she did it but the fact that, by morning light, she was just gone, still made his blood boil. How dare she abandon him, abandon her duty as an heiress to the legacy of House Sagefire, abandon everything about the city!?

He could not handle it.

Walking up to the altar, he set his bag down on one of the nearby pews. He opened the bag, pulling out the grimoire. It was old, perhaps as old as the Earthfaith itself, but kept in perfect condition by the very fell magic he was going to use to do something no noble of Eternis Brillia had ever done. No one in their right mind would ever attempt this.

No one except him.

He opened the grimoire to the summoning circle he was going to use. Pulling out the bottles of animal blood, he carefully began to draw the circle. It had to be perfect for whom he was going to summon, a demon so powerful it felled the Dark Knight Sparda years before his birth: the Prince of Darkness, Mundus.

He murmured the ancient words on the grimoire, continuing his careful drawing of the circle. He could feel something stare at him, perhaps the demon prince himself? He couldn’t tell, he only had to do the final act: cementing the circle by stabbing the heart of the sacrifice (Alasdair’s heart, the best he could do). As the final bit of the circle was drawn on the stone ground, he could feel demonic power emanate from the circle. He smiled at the sensation, reaching over to the box and pulling out Alasdair’s heart. It was still cold (a side effect of preserving the animal’s heart) but still tender, still perfect for stabbing. He took the dagger he had taped to the underside of the lid of the box into his hand, taking a deep breath. He set the horse heart in the center of the circle.

“By innocent heart and innocent blood, I call upon you, prince of darkness.” Draco breathed, holding the dagger aloft. “Answer my summons, give me what I seek!” He slammed the dagger through the horse’s heart, blood splattering all over his front. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the circle bloomed with purple and gold light. Draco stepped back, watching as the light coalesced into three red eyes. He could feel the gaze of something powerful rest on him.

“Why have you called upon me, pitiful human?” The Prince of Darkness growled. The eyes looked around, as if assessing the place that the demon prince had been summoned to, before returning his gaze onto Draco. “I see…”

“I demand power, O prince of darkness! The power to make a woman bend the knee to me, as she rightfully should.” Draco said clearly.

“And you would defile the holiest place of the Earthfaith?” Mundus mused, the sound of a king mulling over the benefits and costs of this information. “Your commitment to this...woman is impressive…” Draco knew that it wasn’t a compliment.

“She is Deirdre’s direct ancestor, O prince.” The eyes shuddered visibly with wrath.

“Very well.” The demon prince growled. The dagger suddenly lifted into the air, glowing brightly. After a few minutes, it warped into something more wicked. “When the time comes, offer your blood to me. I will give you the power you seek.” He paused. Draco could feel his gaze was intense on his form. “Do not fail me. And make her suffer.”

“Of course not, O prince.” With that, the demonic presence disappeared. Draco stared at the dagger, still faintly glowing with the blessing of the demon prince. Draco immediately began to put everything away, leaving the circle and bloodied stabbed heart remaining there. Once he had everything, he ran as fast as he could out of the cathedral.

He did not notice the woman who was standing behind the pillar, the woman who had watched him summon the Prince of Darkness and defile the cathedral of the Earthfaith. She stepped out of the shadows, cold teal eyes watching as he fled the cathedral into the night. She looked to the circle, to the stabbed horse heart, and then to the defiled altar.

“Idiotic fool.” She huffed, summoning her javelin and shield. Tapping the circle, she had it slowly burned and sealed the crack between the demon world and the human world. She sent the horse's heart to the spirit world, leaving him to wander alone in a strange land (not that she particularly cared for the former steed of a traitor). Slamming down the pole end of the weapon into the stone floor, the cathedral purified itself with the clear pure ringing of bells. "No matter, the plan is running smoothly. If they do not bow to the light, they will fall to my weapon instead. Then this...stain of demonic blasphemy will finally be removed off Eternis Brillia's beautiful tapestry." Taking out her pocket watch she checked the time. "Oh, it’s time for tea with the Minister of Medicine." With that she turned on her heel, leaving the cathedral to move forward with her next step: did the child of darkness live and had it allied itself with the line of Sparda? Either way, both would fall to her javelin. As for Cassandra...she would make her personally suffer for betraying the Earthfaith and her heritage.

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New Beginnings

Summary: Sometimes, two people who would be perfect together are driven apart by tragic circumstances. Sometimes, they never see each other again. Sometimes, they meet again in the most unlikely of places. Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Pairing: Evelyn Amell and Cullen Rutherford

Word Count: 8.4 k

Warnings: PTSD, major character death, substance abuse.

A/N: I’m honestly surprised I actually wrote this, since my tastes tend to lean towards LGBT couples and characters. But the idea of Amell finding Cullen again during Inquisition just really spoke to me and inspired me to write this. I hope you all enjoy.

A diary recovered from Kinloch Hold after it is abandoned during the Mage Rebellion. Some pages are burned, torn out, or simply illegible. A page in the front states it is property of Evelyn Leola Amell.

Date: 9:23 Dragon, 20th of Harvestmere

The Revered Mother suggested I write in this journal. Stuff about my feelings and all that. I don’t know what I’m feeling though! I guess I feel scared, and lonely, and mad upset about leaving. I miss Mother and Father and the rest of the family. I remember mother crying as the Templars took me away. How is this supposed to make me feel better? I just feel worse now. I’m going to go lay down. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try burning this book, that’ll show the Mother.

Date: 9:23 Dragon, 23rd of Harvestmere

So I didn’t burn the book. I did put it away though, hid it under my pillow. I feel a bit better today. I made two friends! One’s name is Anders, a bit older than me, and he’s said he escaped once. He got caught though, obviously. He’s snarky and makes dumb jokes. I like him. Then there’s Jowan, he’s about my age. He’s real nervous, all jittery and easily spooked. But he’s nice and calming. So I guess I have friends now. I still miss Mother.

Date: 9:23 Dragon, 1st of Firstfall, Satinalia

This was the first Satinalia I ever spent away from home. I thought I would be sad, but today was a blast! There was a HUGE feast, with a whole bunch of different dishes than I’m used to. They were all so good, except for the soup. It was grey and tasted like… stuff? I didn’t like it. Anders tried to escape, and I helped! He had this idea to send my parents a gift, but it would really just be him in a barrel wrapped in pretty paper. But the Templars found him before he even got outside- how were we supposed to know they’d unwrap it themselves?

Date: 9:26 Dragon, 13th of Cloudreach

Anders told me today he “seeing” one of the older mages. When I asked what he meant, I regretted asking. I properly shouldn’t write it down, if the Mother found this she’d have me and Anders switched. But it has made me think… Anders wouldn’t say who he was with, but he said it was a man. If a man and a man can do that together, can a woman and a woman do it? Cecilia two bunks down is pretty, I think. I don’t think I want to do that with her, but it makes me feel better that what I feel isn’t too weird.

Date: 9:26 Dragon, 16th of Cloudreach

Anders did it! He really did it! Today when the Templars had us outside for exercise, Anders suddenly bolted off to the dock and jumped off the end! The Templars tried to go after him, but after Carrol almost drowned thanks to his armor, they had to try and take it off first before jumping in. That gave Anders enough of a head start to make it to shore and run off into the woods! He’s free! I just hope it lasts for him.

Date: 9:26 Dragon, 23rd of Cloudreach

It didn’t last. The Templars tracked Anders down and brought him back in shackles. I tried to run over to help him but Jowan held me back. He said I’d just get in trouble too. Knight-Commander Gregoir wanted to make Anders Tranquil. When he said that, Ander’s mentor- Karl I think his name is- yelled at Gregoir. I still don’t understand what becoming Tranquil means, but I know Owain and the other Tranquil creep me out. I don’t want Anders to be like that. First Enchanter Irving stood up for Anders, thankfully, but he agreed to have Anders go through with his harrowing tomorrow. I’m scared for him. Cecilia did her Harrowing last week and failed. I don’t know what happened to her, she just disappeared. I don’t pray to the Maker and Andraste as much as I should, but I’ll pray tonight for Anders.

Date: 9:26 Dragon, 24th of Cloudreach

Anders passed! He made it through his Harrowing. He was grinning like a maniac and his bragging was insufferable, but I’m just happy he’s okay. He’ll be moving up to the mage quarters later, but Jowan and I are going to give him a little party before he leaves. Well, a get together with some sweet bread I managed to swipe from the kitchen. But it’s enough for him that we said we’ll miss him. I wonder when my Harrowing will be.

Date: 9:28 Dragon, 25th of Haring

Damn the Templars, damn Gregoir, damn the whole bloody circle! I don’t care if anyone finds this journal anymore. I hope they do, so they’ll know I hate them all! They caught Anders after another one of his escape attempts. This time he gave him a YEAR OF SOLITARY CONFINEMENT THAT MEANS HE’S IN THE DUNGEONS FOR A YEAR

There is a line of scribbles below this, dark and sharp as if the writer had been stabbing the page with the ink quill.

When they said that, Jowan had to actually hold me back physically. I wanted to hurt Gregoir. I screamed things that made the Mother mad, but I didn’t care. You know what I remember most? Ander’s face as they took him away. He had cast one last smirk over his shoulder at me, but I could see it in his eyes: fear. Damn them all.

Date: 9:29 Dragon, 1st of Bloomingtide, Summerday

We got some new Templar recruits recently. One of them, I think his name is Cullen, he’s cute. Blonde locks and stubble just growing in. And hazel eyes I could lose myself in. But anyways he’s alright to look at, yeah. Couldn’t do anything with him anyway, he’s a Templar and I’m a mage. It could never work. But I keep catching him glancing at me. Today in the Summerday festivities I was dressed in a pretty white dress like all the other young girls and I caught Cullen’s eye. I’ve never seen a face go so red so quickly! And he was dressed in a fine white tunic and pants, I’ll admit my face heated when I wondered what he’d look like with just the tunic. Of course, the mood was ruined when the Mother started reciting the Chant and the lessons. Oh Maker, why must you get in the way of things?

Date: 9:29 Dragon, 31st of Haring

Anders was released today. I didn’t even get a chance to say hello or goodbye before he disappeared again. The Templars are baffled, but they’re sure they’ll find them. I hope they're wrong, for Anders’s sake. I’m not mad at them anymore, I think. I understand their purpose. I just wish we had a choice. I don’t mind the Circle much, I’ve come into my magic well because of it. But for people like Anders, who value freedom more than anything, this place is a prison. It shouldn’t be like that. I’ve also spoken some more with Cullen. He’s so shy and nervous around me, as if just talking to a mage is prohibited. I asked where he was from, about his family, and he asked me the same. I just like talking with him now. I think I like him. Oh sweet Andraste I’m in trouble.

Date: 9:30 Dragon, 24th of August

My Harrowing is tomorrow! I’m scared and nervous and excited all at once. I still don’t know what they do to test you, I mean there are rumors but one can never trust those, so I am a tad worried about that. But I am confident in myself and my skills and I just know I’ll pass. Jowan has been more worried than usual, he’s upset that I’m going through my Harrowing before him, even though he’s older, but I’m sure he’s just being paranoid. One thing has made me a tad scared though: I saw Cullen earlier and saw fear in his eyes. Why was he scared when he looked at me? It almost looked like pity.

Date: 9:30 Dragon, 26th of August

I never did get to write about what happened yesterday. Too much happened. I suppose I should sort it out here. I went to my Harrowing. They pitted me against a demon. An actual Maker-forsaken demon. No wonder Cullen was scared. Apparently, if I had failed and became an Abomination, he was to be the one to kill me. I was terrified, but I passed. When I woke up, Jowan congratulated me, but still seemed nervous. I found out why later. Apparently, the First Enchanter had agreed to make Jowan Tranquil. Something about him being too weak to resist temptation or some other nonsense. He and his lover, Sister Lily, asked me to help them retrieve Jowan’s phylactery and destroy it, so they could escape without fearing the Templars finding them. And damn me to the Void, but I did it. I helped him. I believed him when he said he wasn’t a blood mage. And what did he do when he was backed into a corner like the rat he is? He used his blood to attack the Knight-Commander and escape. And now Lily is gone off to Aeonar- Maker watch over her- and I’m to be made Tranquil after the others return from Ostagar. Damn you Jowan. This is all your fault.

Date: 9:31 Dragon, 5th of Wintermarch

Once again, the Mother suggested I write down my thoughts to soothe my soul. Oh Mother, essays of my writing couldn’t soothe my soul. I don’t even know where to begin. I suppose at the start of this nightmare. I didn’t know it, but the mages and Templars sent to Ostagar returned, or at least the ones who survived. What happened at Ostagar was a tragedy, Teyrn Loghain quit the field and left the Grey Wardens and King Maric to die, along with almost all of their army. Uldred attempted to have the Circle side with Loghain, spinning a tale of lies for them. But Wynne countered him, exposing Loghain and Uldred for the traitors they were. What happened next, no one could have seen coming. In a meeting of the Enchanters, Uldred and a number of other mages turned to blood magic and demon summoning to free themselves. It went about as well as you’d expect. Almost half of the Circle perished in the fight. I barely survived myself. Still locked in the dungeon, I had to fight off demons and abominations while trapped in my cell. But I did it, I survived. Barely; I would have died of starvation if I hadn’t started screaming bloody murder. Apparently, the Templars had assumed me dead. The Hero of Ferelden saved us. Who’d have thought a boy from the Alienage, a bastard prince, an assassin, and an apostate could clear out an entire tower of abominations and demons? Sounds like a bad joke. After it was all over and they were patching me up, I saw Cullen. I didn’t even recognize him at first. He used to be so kind and shy and good and now- he’s a shell of who he was. It’s as though someone poisoned him with hate and fear. When I ran up to him to hug him he drew his sword at me, shouting to stay away or else. I was confused at first. I asked him, “Cullen, it’s me. What’s wrong?”

And he said- no, he growled, “What’s wrong is you. You mages, sick and vile and evil. All of you.”

It hurt. A lot more than I want to admit. But I said to him, “Cullen, you can’t possibly mean that. What about… I thought we-”

He cut me off, though, to shout, “There is nothing between us, mage! An ill-advised infatuation of a foolish boy. I know better now, and pray the Maker will forgive my sin.”

A sin. He called our feelings a sin. Well that was just the rotten cherry on the pile of the shit sundae wasn’t it? I yelled at him, I don’t remember what. It dissolved into a screaming match before others came to separate us. We avoided each other after that. And then he left; went off to Kirkwall, city of Templars. And damn me, but I still

No. I won’t say that, I won’t even write that. It and he are best left forgotten. After the tragedy, we were recruited by the Hero of Ferelden to fight in the Blight. I went to Denerim, saw the Darkspawn horde. It wasn’t as terrifying as what I saw during those weeks I spent trapped, assailed by monsters both human and demon made. And now it’s over. The Blight is ended and the Circle is returning to an uneasy normal. It was decided I would not be made Tranquil, seeing as how they would need as many Enchanters as possible to rebuild. Yay. The future awaits us. Let’s see what it brings.

Date: Dragon 9:37, 28th of Drakonis

Well, I found out what happened to Anders. He blew up a fucking Chantry! Words cannot express the emotions I feel about him and that, so I won’t try to write them. I’m more concerned about the Templar’s response. Mad Meredith invoked the bloody Rite of Annulment on the entire Circle, even though a single apostate caused the explosion. Thousands were killed in the chaos, mages, templars, and civilians alike. Thankfully, the Champion stopped the Knight-Commander. Apparently, I’m related to him! I heard Cullen was It was a mess, all of it. And now the Templars here are cracking down more and more. I heard there will be almost half of the contingent at the Enchanter meeting tomorrow. Anders, you really have turned the world on its head.

Date: Dragon 9:37, 29th of Drakonis

Well, Irving has fan-fucking-tastic timing. He has named me his successor. I suppose I am a good candidate, smart, skilled, not ancient. But in all seriousness, I am honored. I hope I can do well in my position. I do feel as though he’s just passed me the burning tongs though. It will be difficult to lead us through this, but I will do it, I swear to the Maker, I will lead my people through the storm.

Date: Dragon 9:37, 8th of Solace

And so we remain tied to the Chantry. I was attempted to agree with the Libertarians, but Wynne’s speech moved me. So we will remain, for a time. I returned from the Conclave earlier today and I am glad to be home. There seems to be a tangible nervous energy in the air outside, but here at least, we are safe. But the Templars… their gaze is troubling to me. As though they looking at spirits and demons instead of men and women. I pray they do not soon treat us as they see us.

Date: Dragon 9:39, 2nd of Guardian

Maker help us all. They disbanded the college. The Divine was attacked. Seekers everywhere. The world is on the brink of chaos, I can sense it. And now this, a letter from Wynne, begging me to come to Val Royeaux. There is to be a conclave of First Enchanters to discuss the finding of a cure for Tranquility. I am shocked beyond belief that such a thing exists, as well as overjoyed. But more than anything, I am scared. I am scared for my Circle, my family, and all mages across Thedas. A reckoning is about to come. And I fear the world is not ready for what it will bring.

This is the end of the diary entries. After the conclave dissolved into war, the mages fled to Andoral’s Reach. Kinloch Hold now stands empty, with accounts such as this left to be forgotten.

Find the rest of the story on my ao3 here!

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TK fanart!!!

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“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything” for a pairing of your choice for DADWC

Title: This is not our FatePairing: Cullen x Drysi Amell-TrevelyanRating: TeenUniverse: Songs Like Lyrium

I am sorry it took so long Nonnie, I did not find the perfect inspiration for this till just recently. I hope this is worth the wait, I certainly feel it is, and please don’t mind the Angst demon. @dadrunkwriting

A rustle of soft satin slippers accompanied the harsh clap of armored boots, it was just a moment before the heavy wooden door echoed shut. Only leaving the war table as the very physical reminder of a chasm between her and her commander, gaping and bleeding it only crippled them. Drysi clenched her hand as the silence fell heavier in the room. Slowly and deliberately she drew out a single blood-red vial, raising her misty blue eyes up to meet his molten amber eyes. Using more care than necessary she laid it down, the aged tag flapping open revealing a faded name almost obscured by a vivid blue ink. It was the opening move in a match to decide how to move forward.

“Well, Cullen?”

Despite how soft and tired her voice was, it shattered the silence if only briefly. Drysi Trevelyan, the well-behaved mage from Ostwick, was a partial lie and charade. One she deliberately kept up for one former Knight Commander.  For just a moment she brought her hand up to the neck of her robe, were a delicate well-worn bronze chain rested. She jerked her hand down sharply; it hurt enough to think about the lost friendship she couldn’t let herself acknowledge the knife that rested firmly in her heart.

As they both stared at each other, and waited, the vial caught a faint light of the sun. It was a sick sort of irony, she had placed it on Haven. A night of desperation had brought it back into play after all these years. Cullen had been the only person she could have given it to, that despite everything, would have found her and saw that she went to the Maker’s side. That had been the night, with no other choice she told him the truth, or rather the vial told him the truth, she let her eyes close, waiting.

She knew what had to be done, there was no escaping it twice.  Her hand tightened around a small glass vial for a moment before she yelled.

“Commander!” He turned, there was no denying the clear command for his attention. She quickly strode the length of the chantry, her griffon pauldron catching the low light briefly “You will have better use for this then I will...just don’t leave me out there.” She took his hand closing it around the vial not wanting to give him a chance to respond she pulled back and pulled the fade around her. It was barely a blink but she was out the door when she reappeared.

One Age,  

Two Ages, 

Three Ages, she had waited long enough.

A single sigh left her lips and she raised her eyes to meet her Commander’s, a wild storm meeting the hardened ripples of amber. As the wind howled around the very room they stood unmovable in, she reached out pushing away from it, squaring her shoulders for just a moment, as she turned away, wrapping her arms around herself and ducking her head, letting the short waves of ink like hair obscure her face. Each breath came quicker than the last as her arms shook, trying to contain the broken pieces of herself together.  It was almost as if she snapped her fingers, the temperature dropped in the room leaving her last breath in a fine mist surrounded by magic.

Where was the reaction?

What had she expected though? The violent tearing as her connection to the fade was momentarily stolen away, the burning grip of claws as she was silenced. There was not even the hint of burnt Lyrium in the air between them, just the cold snap of her magic.  She was a mage who lost control, shown herself to be vulnerable to a demon, and behind her, the burgundy and golden lion had done nothing. Nothing at all...

Her breath caught in her throat, nothing marked him as the deranged Templar she had rescued after Kinloch Hold fell, nothing marked him as the man who had almost followed Meredith into the abyss. Finally, her breath stuttered out with a violent shudder wracking her shoulders. Slowly she turned towards him.

“Well Yell! Scream, Shout, Anything.  Maker be damned Cullen do something!” She sobbed out, fighting against the burning of unshed tears as her fist connected with the table, sending the vial into the air like a ship being tossed about on the Waking Sea. She would not and could not let herself cry. He had to make a move.

For just a moment she thought, the chantry’s ineffective leash on her was going to shatter into a million tiny shards. A short-lived thought murdered as Cullen caught the vial, cradling it in his fingers. His endless amber eyes had never broken from the murderous storm that raged in her eyes.

“Were you ever going to tell me the truth?” It was a simple question and some traitorous part of her wanted to smile at the way his scar tugged at his lip, in a never-ending smug smirk. There was no simple truth to the answer, had she planned to tell him. Yes, would she have acted? Her brows knitted as she watched him. She wasn’t sure.

“Maker’s light!” she swore and for a moment there was a stifled chuckle from him. She rubbed her arms trying to ignore the way that it warmed the deepest part of her soul. A part that had long since gone cold. “I had planned to Cullen.” she whispered quietly letting the silence fall between them both.

The sound of glass cracking under strain didn’t shatter the silence, but she raised a brow at him, her stormy eyes warming ever so slightly. Drysi watched as in a moment, in a single fist clench a leash was shattered into a million tiny pieces. Her lips parted as disbelief filled her, previously unshed tears slipping through cracks created from an unexpected reaction.

Silent tears grew, into sobs and hysterical laughter. She was free, no leash back to the chantry, no way for Templars to track her.  She stumbled forward leaning on the table for support. She didn’t hear him rush over, or at first feel the way his arms settled around her waist, pulling her close but giving her every chance to pull away. Turning into his chest her fingers tangled into the soft fur of his jacket, ten years worth of tears came forth as they held each other. A fragile bandaged closed the gaping wound in both of them.

“I trust you Drysi Amell-Trevelyan...It would be my honor to earn your trust if I am worthy.”

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So if Traitorous Knight isn't a version of Inky Mystery, how do you think they'd all interact if they met somehow?

Oooooh this is a fun question. :D

Now to make things easier, I will refer to everyone as either IM Character, or TK Character, so I don't have to keep typing the fic titles out.

Bendys:

IM Bendy would be kinda annoyed that a version of him, who is YOUNGER, is TALLER than him. Though he tries not to let that bother him too much since TK Bendy is a nice kid. The two would bond over their favorite hobbies, and chat a bit. Though they'd both be weirded out over how one of them is made of ink while the other one is made of flesh and blood.

Cupheads:

I feel like they wouldn't really stand each other at first. IM Cuphead might see his counterpart as an impulsive idiot, while TK Cuphead thinks IM Cuphead is a huge jerk. Though once they get to know each other better they'd get along pretty well.

Boris:

TK Boris Isn't really a big people person, so he'd be awkward and stand-offish around IM Boris, not really sure how to interact with someone who's supposed to be him but is pretty different. IM Boris though would be pretty friendly, and get TK Boris to talk to him more by asking him about the stuff he likes to tinker with and offers to help.

Alices:

IM Alice would be a bit thrown off learning her counterpart is technically a demon, but otherwise the two would get along great. They'd both probably talk about their families while also dressing up in the clothes from each of their worlds.

Mugmans:

Those two would get along GREAT. Both of them bragging about their Calas and talking about the crazy shenanigans they've gotten into with their brothers.

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You're welcome. I'm glad you love it.

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An Investigation

There was little so unpleasant as to be summoned to Silvermoon like an errant dog, and yet that is precisely what happened to Aurelian Indaris. War was on the horizon, and yet rather then be allowed to prepare for such in a manner he saw fit, Aurelian was instead forced to the elven capital with barely a word save an egregiously mannered letter. In the months following the Dark Titan’s defeat, Aurelian had been busy recovering in more ways than one; he still felt pain in his chest from the wounds suffered at times, though luckily it had ceased to be troublesome to breath. Of course, the letter he received just two days before had caused that particular problem to flare up with stress. It was a short thing, and Aurelian remembered each word addressed to him.

You are hereby ordered to the office of Balasar Craw in order to aid in the investigation of recent events in two days’ time. Failure to comply will result in swift punishment by the judicial hand of the council. Do not delay.

Veridan Koss,

Fist of the Council

In truth Aurelian was not certain as to why he had been summoned; much had happened this was true, but nothing he had done warranted a so called ‘investigation’…at least nothing that could be proven. It was not wrong of course that Aurelian had a hand in the calamities that came across the Gilded Lands, though it was by accident rather then design. Perhaps that was enough to call forth the hounds of Silvermoon on him. He hated Balasar and hated Veridan, and so it was fitting such troubles with Silvermoon fell to them.

Yet despite his believed innocence he took some small precautions. Notably, he even wore a dash of red in his regal and ostentatious attire; a color he absolutely hated but figured would give him some miniscule charity. He had to be the loyal patriot, free of ambitions and subservient to the regency of Silvermoon. Of course it was a lie, but appearances had to be kept up.

He had chosen to take a portal to the capital, allowing himself time to prepare rather than ride. His injuries also ached still when riding, and he decided to not make that any worse. His physician had assured him that he’d make a full recovery soon, though ‘soon’ had been two weeks ago. Nevertheless he did his best to hide any discomfort; he had to appear perfect at all times as the law of his house demanded of him.

When he had stepped through the portal to Silvermoon’s northern district, he was already expected. He had written ahead the night before to let Balasar know, though he was not expecting the welcome he received. Armed guards, nay armed Blood Knights stood, weapons drawn as he stepped through. Aurelian blinked in surprise, hands going up rather then for the rapier at his side. There were four, and while Aurelian was confident he could take them on, he didn’t want to fight with the law. At least, not in this way.

“I take it Balasar received my letter?” One of the Blood Knights, a one-eyed grizzled woman that reminded him of another, stepped forward and cleared her throat.

“We have orders to escort you to Magister Craw’s office. Keep your hands where we can see them lest we remove them. Am I clear, Lord Indaris?” at least she had used honorifics.

“Crystal. Lead on Blood Knights.” That was all they were ever good for; walking. In union the guards turned, two on either side of Aurelian as they led him out of the small room he had appeared in and into a vast hallway. The Sunfury Spire was as grand and regal as a Sin’dorei palace should be, though Aurelian found the décor tacky. Red and phoenix’s everywhere; cliché at best and boring at worst. He knew within the Spire that the Regent Lord himself held court alongside his advisors, guiding their people as they saw best.

Aurelian saw better, but he kept that to himself. Always a possibility for another time, he mused. Instead rather, his focus turned to the fact armed guards had been sent to escort him. Just what on Azeroth was Balasar investigating concerning him? A thought occurred to Aurelian; perhaps he was investigating him. The thought made him uneasy, a frown crossing his face. He had made plans with his second should anything happen to him to ensure the safety and continuation of the Indaris line, but it was plans he’d rather not resort to.

The brief walk through various halls and past numerous bystanders who watched with interest led them at last to a small, secluded room on the west wing of the Spire. Beyond the door Aurelian could hear murmured voices, counting two different ones. The one-eyed woman from before stepped forward, knocking on the door with a dull rasp of steel on wood.

“Enter.” The unmistakably irritating voice of Balasar proved the man was there, which meant Veridan as well was there. He had seen enough of the latter for a life time, and his brief encounter with the former near a year ago made him wish he never saw the man again. Alas, Aurelian could not always get his wish and so walked through the now opened door. Quickly it closed behind him, the Blood Knights leaving the three in peace. As Aurelian eyed the room and those in it, he realized his mistake.

Four in peace.

The pale Balasar sat behind a golden desk that seemed to click as if a clock much as his armor did previous, though now he wore casual if bizarre clothing. The man was always strange looking to Aurelian, and even without his clockwork armor he retained that ‘uniqueness’ with his black hair tied into a high knot, and skin covered in blue glowing veins. To his right was Veridan who looked exactly as Aurelian remembered; big, armored and not the least bit friendly. Lastly was a small, thin man sitting at a smaller desk with a large tome laying across it, a quill and ink at its side.

“Aurelian.” Balasar did not stand, though bowed his head. Veridan did nothing, simply staring at Aurelian behind his featureless helm. Aurelian gave a bow in respect, dipping low so as not to offend.

“Magister Balasar.” He did not acknowledge the other two in the room, for his business was not with them. He also hoped to annoy Veridan in some way. If he did, the armored colossus made no response.

“Come, sit.” He motioned with his near skeletal thin hand to the empty chair in front of him, which Aurelian gladly took. He slowly eased himself into it, careful not to set off a jolt of pain. “Red does not suit you.” Aurelian raised his lip in annoyance but said nothing to the jab.

“I trust I have not been summoned to suffer insults to my fashion.” Balasar turned to look at the other man with his tome, clearing his throat.

“Let the record show that Lord Indaris entered my chambers at precisely half past midday, on the second Wednesday of the month. Thank you Grinoir. Now…” Balasar folded his hands as he turned to regard Aurelian, contempt evident on his features. “You have been summoned to discuss the recent turmoil that has befallen the Gilded Lands.”

“Had befallen.” Aurelian corrected. “The incidents have been resolved.” Aurelian briefly noted the man with the tome scribbling away, and he realized what he said was being recorded. He was under investigation then.

“Not fully, and not without considerable damage.” Aurelian raised a brow at the statement; what did he mean by not fully? “The effects of what transpired within the Gilded Lands are still being felt and will continue to be felt for years.”

“Surely that is conjecture.”

“And you, Aurelian, have played a key part in all of it.” Balasar had ignored Aurelian’s statement, pointing a finger directly at the younger lord. “Suspicion has fallen upon you, and so I must investigate as to whether you and your motives are a threat to the stability and sovereignty of Silvermoon.” Aurelian guffawed at that, placing a hand to his chest.

“Surely you must be joking. I would never threaten Silvermoon’s stability or its sovereignty.” The last was a lie, but he wouldn’t admit it. “I demand to know where these baseless accusations come from.”

“Several lords lie dead, the town of Waycrest was badly damaged, and a demon army nearly appeared in the heart of elven lands! You are responsible for the protection of the Gilded Lands and yet all of this was allowed to occur?!”

“Were it not for me the situation would have been much worse. It was thanks to my actions that further crisis was avoided! Besides, I helped save the Dawnspire and Lord Truefeather’s lands at personal risk. Why would I do this if I threatened Silvermoon?”

“Purposefully? Perhaps not. But your negligence and inability has cost the Gilded Lands and Silvermoon greatly.” Balasar stared at Aurelian, who glowered back at him. “Have you heard of the Ren’dorei, lord Indaris?” Aurelian did not answer right away, nodding before speaking behind gritted teeth.

“Of course…”

“Then surely you are aware several elves within the Gilded Lands joined the traitorous Ren’dorei, including the daughter of one of the deceased lords.” Aurelian’s nose twitched, realizing slowly why he was here now. He was being blamed for allowing Ren’dorei to blossom under his very nose. Damn.

“I was not fully aware, no. I had heard she had fled following investigation into her father, but I was not aware of that development.”

“Funny, how you are not aware of a lot of things. Silvermoon believes you have become incapable of ruling your own lands by yourself.”

“Silvermoon, or you?”

“Both. We believe that you, Lord Indaris, are responsible for a great many of the problems that occurred. You are under suspicion for the murder of two lords at least, damage to Waycrest and harsh prejudice against the common folk to the point of sedition.” Aurelian sat dumbfounded at the accusations levied against him.

Prejudice against the common folk? What sort of accusation is that.”

“Do you deny it?”

“of course I do, and all the other charges against me. If you truly think I did do all of these you would have had the Blood Knights arrest me immediately. Come now Balasar, what game are you playing.”

“There’s still time to call them in yet.” Veridan finally muttered, placing a hand on the desk as he leaned forward. “You, Aurelian, have some explaining to do.”

“Veridan.” Balasar said curtly, the armored man leaning back. “Forgive him, he’s not exactly…diplomatic.”

“Oh believe me I have learned very well.”

“And so you have. But Veridan is right. While we believe you are responsible, there is enough room for doubt that the council has agreed to hear you out. As one of its most loyal servants, I am in charge of finding the truth in your words, and to hear your tale.”

“My tale?”

“Yes. If you are not at fault, you had better explain why and knowing your propriety for talking which luckily is beneficial right now, I believe it will be a long story.”

“How long do you want it to be.” Where was he to start, he wondered?

“From the beginning. I want to know everything leading up to when the Ren’dorei first appeared…and explain in great detail. I need to be certain of what happened.” Aurelian mused at that, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands together. There was a lot to this story; some details Balasar did not need to hear, but many he did if Aurelian was to avoid jail or worse.

“Then allow me to start at the beginning, though we’ll need some wine I think lest my throat go dry and I lose the ability to speak.” Balasar rolled his eyes at the statement but gave a nod.

“Very well. Now, continue.”

“Ah, Magister. It is a long story of intrigue, daring heroics and tragedy. Allow me to begin many, many months ago, after the capture of Suramar…”

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TK doodles from last night!

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I've been listening to this song Salvation

and since I've been on a fanfic kick as of late, I decided to make like... I guess you'd call it cover art? I had a lot of Idea's but this one was the one that came out of it all so Enjoy. Go read @ireallylovepupplies101stuff 's Fanfic: The Ink Demon and The Traitorous Knight cause it's cute ^^

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Does Cuphead have hair in your au?

Nope. He and Mugman are both bald. If anything he and Mugman can grow facial hair like in the Netflix cartoon since that's what I'm basing them on.