#the spoiled princess inn

[wu-wakfu-undertale]

Re-watching wakfu for the first time in years and s1 Yugo was so silly???

dude discovered he could make portals at will and his first thought after actually acknowledging it is "i can do so many cool pranks with this"

[gl1tched-r4bb1t]

Facts about TADC from the AMA with Gooseworx!

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As a member in the Glitch Inn, I got privilege to watch an interview and ask questions to Gooseworx!

I normally don’t spoil things from The Glitch INN as respect people wishing to keep it exclusive to the members (including myself!). However, when it came to the AMA, I feel like knowledge like this isn’t as exclusive and will be public knowledge anyways!

• Goose always imagined Gummigoo was Pineapple-Lime flavored

• Gangle loves to draw (we’ll see more of it in Ep 3)

•Ragatha likes horror movies!

•Jax’s favorite website is 4Chan

•Jax has a lot of Goose’s personal flaws put into him

•Ragatha might be able to see out of her button eyes, but Goose didn’t really know a definite answer for it

•“Loo-lee-lah-loo” is how you pronounce Princess Loolilalu’s name.

•Episode 6 will explore how the personalities of the cast have changed upon being in the digital world

•The Canonical reason Caine and Bubble do anything is because they think it’s comical/Funny

•Episode 5 will reveal how Kinger and Zooble eat (a bite just appears taken out of the food )

•Pomnis favorite color is red! This will be confirmed by Pomni in episode 5

•Pomni was an accountant and that is significant to the plot

•Episode 7 got split into 2, as Goose wanted time to let the deep emotions settle in

•Episode 3 is very much NOT FOR YOUNGER KIDS!!! It’s psychological horror, and Goose believes it may scare younger audiences.

•Ragatha was originally going to be named Emmy, but Ragatha sounded better!!

•Episodes 1-5 have already been Animatic Boarded, they are working on the animatic for Ep 6

•Kid Pix was a huge inspiration for the 90’s-2000’s style of TADC (Kid Pix was created in 1989 and originally released on Macintosh, look it up and you can see the inspiration)

•TADC is NOT inspired by IHNMAIMS The Game - Goose has never seen the IHNMAIMS game, only read the short story and got inspired from that

•Goose actually got an Email from Glitch asking her to pitch them a pilot, and so she just built from there!

[corpsebasil]

Could you do a Nikolai x reader one, where there's a lot of pinning and in the rain confession in the end ?

Ohhhhh yes

Just Stay -> Nikolaiiiiii

summary: when you and Nikolai break up, you don’t want to spoil the reunion in Kerch with each other’s bullshit

He’d made you swear not to say anything, and you’d agreed.

You’d practically thrown yourself into Alina’s arms when you saw her; she’d grown even more beautiful since you last saw the girl and Mal, at her side, even more rugged somehow.

“The treasure of my heart!” She cooed, pinching your cheek as Mal gave you a one armed hug like he would a sister.

“You look good Y/N. Nice to see you. Now where’s…” Mal trailed off and sprinted, leaping onto Nikolai so fast the two men toppled to the floor.

You laughed at the sight and tried to ignore the twinge that went through you at the sight. The four of you had always been close. Always. Alina nudged you and raised a brow.

“Those two will never stop being brothers.” She giggled, tugging you along. “Come on. The Crows are here. They’re dying to see you!”

You followed, watching as Nikolai pushed himself to his feet on the docks, laughing as he dusted dirt off his pants. Then his eyes slid to yours and his smiled tightened. You forced yourself to extract yourself from Alina, mumbling about ‘you know how fiancés are’ and moving to Nikolai’s side.

“Sweetheart.” You greeted him, and Mal winked at him before chasing after Alina.

“Darling.” He smiled politely, tone completely lacking any sign of tension.

“Need help with your bag?” You offered, tilting your head with a smirk as he looked you up and down. “Princely muscles are so delicate.”

He raised a brow and flexed his arm, giving you a perfect view of the corded golden skin. Saints, his arms had gotten even bigger since you’d last seen him. You’d tried not to ogle him the entire ship ride to Kerch, and your face had reddened when he caught your glances.

It had been six months. Six months since he’d come to your rooms and told you it was over. No explanation. Nothing. Just a calm, ‘I’m sorry, but I cant marry you’ and he left. After spending the entire night in utter numbness, unable to even summon a tear through your shock, you sought out the prince. It was an arranged marriage, sure, but you two loved each other. You shared stories, kisses, beds—you loved him. Desperately. And when you knocked on his door, he was gone.

He was gone, and the staff said they didn’t know when he’d be back or where he’d went. So you’d packed your bags and went back to Fjerda that same morning.

“Try not to pop a vein.” You told him, raising a brow at his flex. He smiled coyly and rolled his eyes, taking a step forward.

“I hear princesses are delicate too. How are those dainty fingers of yours doing, Love?” He took your hands in his, his, warm, calloused thumbs running over your palms as if to test the smoothness, and you fought every instinct to rip away. Especially when his hands turned your own over, both of you looking at the Lantsov ring resting where it had used to sit before. “Your hands are just as soft as I remember.” He chuckled weakly, blue eyes finding your own.

Your smile faltered and you pulled your hands back slowly, feigning wiping something off your bodice as you turned away. The ring was still heavy. The guards had taken it from you after you and Nikolai had split, not allowing you to take it off Palace grounds. As if you wanted the damn reminder anyways.

“We should catch up with them.” You said, not looking back as you followed Alina and Mal.

-

“Fucking hell.” You mumbled, dropping your bag on the floor as you entered the room at the Inn that Alina had arranged for you. Nikolai didn’t seem any more pleased than you, grumbling something as he dumped his bag on the floor beside yours.

“Left or right side?”

“You think I wanna share a bed with you?”

He paused. “What if one of the group comes in during the middle of the night?”

“For what? Why could they possibly have a reason to come in?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. A fire drill?”

You cursed and dropped onto the bed, splaying out as you shut your eyes. You had a pounding headache—had since you’d seen him again—and the proximity was making it worse. That mint smell of him along with his expensive cologne and, underneath that, the scent that was his alone? It was making you dizzy.

“How long do we have to keep this up?” You asked, flinging your arms above your head. Your fingers brushed his thighs and you jerked them away, looking up at him with a glare. He was acting innocent, whistling a tune as if he wasn’t just leaning his entire bottom half over you to snatch up a pillow. “And keep your junk out of my face.”

“Never had an issue with it befor—hey!” He exclaimed when you whacked him with the nearest pillow, and hard. “Calm down! I’m just messing with you.” At your icy glare his expression sobered, and he sat on the bed next to your head. “We pretend—I mean, they’ve wanted to see us together for so long—until we leave, I guess. Or we stage a fight believable enough that they think we would’ve broken up.”

“Why’d you emphasize it?”

“What?”

“You said ‘we’ in a weird way. Like us breaking up was impossible.” You sat up on an elbow, eyes searching his face. “We did break up, Nik, remember?” Your chest tightened, and you tried to force away the memories that rose.

Like the way you still reached for his side of your bed sometimes when you woke up, or when you had a nightmare, your mind too slow to remember you weren’t in Ravka.

Or the way you’d stolen one of his shirts and slept with it for a week straight before a maid saw it in your dirty clothes and washed it. You’d struck her for it and immediately regretted it, but the agony of not having his scent anymore made you drop to your knees and sob.

How you hardly ate—hardly slept—for two months without him.

And then there was when you’d heard rumors of him courting someone else in Ravka. A different princess perhaps, or a lady. That news had holed you up in your room for a week.

It killed you that he seemed to be completely happy and unbothered by your reunion. As if he hadn’t broken your heart into a million pieces and left you alone without so much as an explanation. You stared at him now, watching his expression change from seriousness to shame, and you turned your head away.

“You can come up with the plan.” You mumbled, climbing out of the bed and stepping to the floor. His silence was as heavy as a blanket over your shoulders, suffocating you. “I’m tired of reliving our breakup every day of my fucking life.”

You heard a small strangled sound come from his throat but you didn’t turn around, not when you shut the door behind you.

-

That night, you met up with Alina, Mal, and Nina at the Crow Club, Inej, Jesper, and Kaz busy doing god knows what. You found yourself seated in a crowded booth next to Nikolai, one leg slung over his thigh, his arm around your shoulders.

The pose was so familiar, one you’d done a hundred times, and maybe it was the muscle memory of it that made you ache so much. Neither of you had spoken on the way to the Club; you because you had absolutely no desire to talk to him ever again if unnecessary; him because his head was so full of grief over your words it was eating him alive.

I’m tired of reliving our breakup every day of my fucking life.

What was he even supposed to say to that?

He was watching you now, his smile wide and relaxed as his thumb ran small circles against your shoulder-blade. The others couldn’t see but it didn’t matter. He’d been craving your skin, your smell, all of you since he’d left, and now that he had you in his arms again, at least for the next two days, he was going to soak in every second of it.

“When’s the wedding?” Nina asked, popping an olive into her mouth as she wiggled her eyebrows. If she heard the way the two of you’s heart rates picked up, she chalked it up to excitement.

“We haven’t picked—” You started, just as Nikolai said, “Working on a venue.” The two of you glanced at one another, eyes snapping like electric cords before looking back to Nina. You dug your sharp nails into his thigh as he bit back a groan. “It’s still early days.”

“Early days?” Alina scoffed, raising her dark brows. “It’s been…what, three years now? Rather long for a royal engagement.” She laughed. No one in the group usually mentioned the fact that the both of you were royals, and the reminder sometimes stung. “Mal and I have been engaged for like two months and we’re getting married within the next few weeks.” Then she gasped, reaching out to take your hand. “You have to be a bridesmaid! Please please pleaaaase?”

She’d already asked you in her letter, the one she’d sent to Nikolai, addressed to the both of you. He’d sent a copy to Fjerda, along with his plea for the both of you to play nice and see Alina so there was no confusion about your relationship before her special day.

“I’ll try my best.” You said, smiling tightly as you squeezed her hand. Nikolai had already agreed to be Mal’s best man but to be honest? You wouldn’t be attending that wedding. You couldn’t stomach it.

“Oh please please come on!”

“Alina.” Nina mumbled, shooting the girl a look, and Alina raised a brow.

“What?”

“Let her breathe. She’s travelled a long way.” The Heartrender said, smiling as she slid all-too-knowing eyes to yours. You looked away, hoping she couldn’t see the pain in your eyes as you pressed your cheek against Nikolai’s shoulder, breathing him in.

The others began discussing wedding preparations when Nikolai’s fingers began to run across the nape of your neck, threading through your hair. When you looped you arms around his waist as if to snuggle him, you were surprised to see goosebumps jump up on the skin of his arm. And then you were surprised to hear his slight intake of breath, his hand that wasn’t on your neck moving under the table to touch your knee.

You swallowed.

“What do you think, Nik?” Mal asked, and the prince blinked quickly.

“Hmm?”

“About going on the Volkvolny. For the honeymoon?”

“Oh.” Nikolai’s brows knit. “You and Alina or—?”

“Duh.” Alina laughed, but she looked confused. “Aren’t you listening?”

“Of course, sorry. That sounds great.”

“Thank you.” Mal told him with a genuine smile, and then your breath caught when his hand pushed the hem of your dress up, only far enough to slide against the smooth skin of your knee.

You missed his touch. God you missed it, but… You moved away from him and stood, giving the others a sorrowful look that was easy not to fake.

“I’m feeling sick, guys. I’m sorry.” You said, a hand on your stomach. You were queasy, actually. “I’m gonna go to the Inn. See you for breakfast?”

“Yeah..” Alina smiled faintly, but it dropped when you left, headed out into the night sky.

You’d barely been ten seconds out the door before Nikolai sprinted after you, grabbing your hand. You ripped it away and whirled to him, holding your hands up in a placating gesture. He was breathing a bit heavily, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you.

“What is it?” He asked, scanning you with his eyes. “Are you sick? Do you need to puke or—”

“Just go inside, Nikolai. I just want to go to bed, okay?”

“Alina was excited to talk to you about the wedding. She has all these plans and—”

”I’m not going to the wedding.” You snapped, staring at him like he was crazy person. “I’ll be in Fjerda by then. I have a life now, Nik.”

He swallowed.

“But she’s your friend. Your best friend.”

“She used to be my best friend.” You argued. “She hasn’t seen me since—” you paused. “It doesn’t matter.” You turned and he once again jumped in front of you, halting your tracks.

“What do you mean used to?”

God did you have to spell it out for him?

“My friends are your friends.” You said, shaking your head. “When you broke off the engagement you effectively cut me off from all of my existing friendships. Cant you see that?”

“Oh.” He said dumbly and you pushed past him again. He still trailed after you though. “But cant you try to make it?” He asked, even as you gritted your teeth. “It’s a special day for her and—”

“And what?” You were stunned by the sharpness by your tone, more so by the sound of a barely suppressed sob in your throat. Nikolai looked alarmed as well. “And watch you stand up beside an altar? All while I’m sitting there, picturing me beside you? I—” you covered your hand with your mouth and turned away, shaking your head. “No. I’m not going to the wedding with you, Nikolai. I’m not going to go anywhere near a wedding with you, ever.”

“You cannot mean that.”

“Then read my lips.” You turned, glaring fiercely, barely a foot from the prince. “I’d. Rather. Die.”

This time he didn’t follow, not as you hurried back to the Inn, eager to go to sleep. You’d leave in the morning, you decided. And as you curled up in the cold bed, empty and vast around you, you fell asleep the way you usually did, counting down, imagining it was his arms hugging you to sleep instead of your own.

-

You jolted awake around four in the morning to a warm body pressed to your back. At first you thought you were dreaming, but no. Nikolai’s soft breaths stirred the hair at the back of your neck, his face buried in your shoulder as he slept. His arm was looped around your waist, hoping you tight against him. You were tense but then, against better judgement, relaxed into his hold.

It’d been so long. Long enough for you to pretend, at least for one sleepy moment, that this was real. That he still loved you. That he still… still…

You woke again, eyes snapping open to see light in the windows. You heard a groan and tensed up again. Nikolai’s legs had become tangled with yours, your head resting on his bicep as both his arms wrapped around you. You had no idea how you’d gotten like that but it felt so good, you didn’t dare move.

“Y/N…” Nikolai mumbled against your neck and you waited for him to tense up. To pull away. Instead, he pressed a kiss against your bare shoulder, revealed by your nightgown, and you got chills, your stomach twisting. “Missed this..missed…you.”

“You’re just half asleep.” You argued, voice a faint whisper. You heard an incoherent mumble and felt a slow nod that made you frown.

“Didn’t want to go…” he moaned, holding you closer, “…made…me..” and then a soft snore left him, and your eyes were so wide you didn’t know what to do or think.

“Nik?” You asked, heart hammering, but he was fast asleep. “Nik?”

You laid for a moment, mind whirling, before you sat up. You shook him roughly, pushing his arms off of you, and he groaned as he rubbed his eyes.

“My love.” He grumbled, still half asleep. “It’s early.”

“Don’t call me—“ you paused, exasperated. “What the fuck were you saying? Who made you? Made you do what?”

This time his eyes opened, reality sinking visibly into his expression as he sat up, his sleepy face growing hard. He shook his head quickly, slinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Nothing. I was dreaming.”

“But you…” You swallowed. “Don’t lie to me. I know when you’re lying.”

“I’m taking a shower.” He mumbled, pulling away when you touched his arm, and you watched him pad sleepily into the bathroom, his shoulders stiff.

Afterwards, after waiting in tense silence for almost twenty minutes, he slunk out of the bathroom, blue eyes meeting yours. His chest was bare and—and—

“What the—” You stood up quickly, moving forward. Your eyes drank in the skin of him, yes, but they lingered on the scar on his shoulder. A fresh, still pink scar, slightly raised. A bullet wound. “When did this happen?” You breathed, eyes meeting his own. Searching.

He swallowed.

“I um..” he trailed off, looking away from you with a look of shame on his face. “I cant talk about it.”

“Nikolai.”

“Im not allowed, Y/N, okay? It’s not important.” He moved past you to grab a shirt, getting dressed quickly. You didn’t look lower than his waistline as he dropped the towel, tugging trousers up his hips. “Let’s just meet up with Alina and Mal, alright? I don’t want to cause drama for them.”

“For them?” You stared at his back, tense even through the fabric. “You got shot and you don’t want to cause drama for them?” Your throat grew tight. “What about me?”

“This isn’t about you.”

“Then what is it about, Nikolai? Because the last time I saw you, you certainly hadn’t had that—”

“Just leave it, Y/N.” He snapped, voice sharper than you’d ever heard it. You hated the immediate well of tears that rose in your eyes at his tone; never ever had he ever spoken to you even slightly rudely. Never.

“Fine.” You sniffed and turned on your heel, slamming the bathroom door shut behind you.

-

You didn’t go to breakfast.

You refused, adamantly, to be in the same room as him if he wasn’t going to start telling the truth. He was annoyed at first, telling you it was only for a day more, and then pissed, accusing you of being dramatic, and finally, finally he was pleading with you.

“Y/N.” He groaned, following you as you stormed out of the Inn, bag in hand as you walked through the drizzling rain towards the docks. “It’s raining. Go back inside.” You ignored him and he moved quicker to cut you off, his expression pinched. “Please. Just stay with me. Come inside.”

“Stay with you?” Your laugh was so cruel he flinched. “After all your lies and mind games? No. I’m done with you. I never should have come here.”

“Please.” He begged again, reaching out to touch your arms, then stopped himself. “Please. Just—it’s just another day with me, okay?”

“Why did you ask me to come, Nik?” You demanded, angry and hurt. You were exhausted, above all else. “Why couldn’t you have just left me alone? Told the others it didn’t work out?”

“Because.” He was breathing heavily, staring down at you as rain ran down across the curve of his cheekbone and jaw. “I couldn’t—I couldn’t tell them.”

“Why?” You asked, and when he didn’t answer, you nodded. “Of course. More of you not answering me—”

“I wanted to see you.” He blurt out, expression pinched. “I wanted—“ he stopped, shaking his head. “I wanted to see you again. I couldn’t let myself let you go.”

“You have to.” You told him, but there was a pleading note in your own voice as well. “I cant—I cant keep loving you. You have to stop this.”

“I cant.”

“Well then you never should’ve left me!”

“They made me!” He snapped, moving closer. “I’m a solider, Y/N! And when the border skirmishes got worse they were losing soldiers every day.” At your confused look he continued, looking like a man with words threatening to explode from him. “I had no choice. I had to go fight.”

“Then why—”

“Because I couldn’t marry you and leave you alone.” He forced out, his voice dragging over a lump in his throat. “I couldn’t—” he choked and looked away, rubbing his eyes. “If I’d have died and you were left alone, I…I couldn’t let that happen. So I cut you loose.”

You stared at him, tears filling your own eyes.

“And the bullet?”

“I was shot. At the border. I thought I wasn’t going to make it and I’d never been so glad I sent you back to Fjerda. You could’ve fallen in love with someone else. You could’ve been happy.”

“Why didn’t you send for me?” You cried, dropping your bag to the ground. “When you healed—you could have sent for me.”

“I did.” He told you, expression agonized. “And my ambassadors refused to send a single letter until I gave them Alina’s.” He swallowed, reaching out to touch your wet cheek. “I’ve thought about you every single day.”

You felt yourself short of breath.

“And now?” You asked, glancing down at the ring. “Now you’ll send me away again? After all this?”

He peered at you, seeming to deflate.

“How can you even want me?” He asked, and you shook your head, unable to speak as you buried yourself into his chest, his arms looping tight around you as you cried. “I love you. I have always loved you. Every second, every breath I take I yearn for you.”

“I would have stayed.” You whispered, feeling his hands run down your back. “Through anything.”

You heard him sniff before he pulled back, tilting your face up to his.

“Will you still stay now?” He asked, his voice a broken plea. “I cannot live any longer without you by my side.” He brought your hand to his shoulder, over the scar, your palm flattening against his coat. “I would take a thousand of these for you. I would fight every day of my life to keep you with me. Just forgive me, princess. Stay.”

You could only look up at him, your heart cleaving as he bent down and kissed you, and the contact after so long was almost unbearable. The two of you seized one another desperately, tears mixing with the rain. And you would, you decided, as Nikolai’s lips promised you his life. His soul.

You’d stay.

see I told you guys I have a hard time not getting carried away LOL

[sealestialangel]

  

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[norel-ravenclaw]

Naughty Dreams About Belle~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All

Genre: Naughty dreams

Rating: NSFW

Word count: ~1700

Description: What will the princes dream about when Belle slips into their subconscious?

WARNINGS: | suggestive situations | dub-con elements | mxw |

Chevalier

Belle always seemed to come to bother him when he was in his secret library. And so that, naturally, became the scene his subconscious chose to torment him in. Belle stands in his haven in a fine gown, fit for a queen. And a queen she is - his. Despite having the ability to lucid dream, this development is so unexpected, he lets the scene play out in... curiosity. Here she is not a bookkeep, but a foreign princess come to tame the Bloody Beast. Her eyes are filled with as much fire as fear, as much longing as lust. Why he feels compelled to indulge her desires is beyond him. Why... does his own mind seem to echo this desire?

When he wakes, he is unsettled by this revelation of his psyche. He tries to ignore that it ever happened. And he does so successfully - until she shows up later in his office. The afternoon sun sets her glowing like a reckoning angel - that same fire and fear blazing as he saw in his nighttime vision. And far more now than before, it holds him captivated. Belle asks why he seems more avoidant than usual. He can think of nothing to say, unable to meet her eye as memories of ripping off that fine gown come to mind.

Leon

Leon can't help that Belle is always on his mind. She's fun, and she makes him comfortable. So he dreams of taking her to a festival in town, disguised as commoners. They dance and drink and eventually find their way to an inn. Even in his dream, he realizes how bold and shameless he is with her in that dark, cozy room.

Perhaps his subconscious screaming his desire to escape was a bit loud for his comfort, but thinking of whisking her away on such a date in real life does indeed sound tempting. When he sees her later, he has to try to bluff his way around the blush that seizes him. Has her smile always been this radiant? It's really turning him on...

Sariel

The devil lacks the same gift of lucid dreaming that Chevalier possesses, but he knows how to wake himself easily. When the dream begins in the town alleyways, he braces himself for nightmares he'll have to wake from. But his path takes him to the bookshop. This time, however, when he seizes the lovely, trembling commoner, he takes her to his quarters. In this dream realm, the devil wanted her for himself. And here, she is his Persephone - giving herself over to his desires with surprising eagerness.

Morning comes too soon, and sitting in the study room with her, it takes a surprising amount of effort to keep his mind from wandering to the passion he shared with his lovely captive in his dreams. Would she ever be so willing to submit to the devil in the waking world...?

Rio

Who else does Rio dream about? Half the time anymore, he has sweet, lusty dreams of the domestic type. He would make SUCH a good house husband, wouldn't he? Spoiling his precious wife in every way possible. ...On every surface possible in their cozy cottage.

Of course he's going to blush when he sees her after such vivid dreams. Perhaps someday she'll allow him to live them out with her. He'll make the reality even better.

Yves

Belle gets so excited every morning to see the princes' clothing, Yves started imagining outfits for her before he drifts to sleep. Eventually, it was bound to make an appearance in his dreams. What he didn't expect was to see her standing there before the mirrors, holding the expensive fabric to her naked skin - blushing while he pins it around her. Just enough reality slips in for him to realize this way of trying to make a dress was ridiculous and would never work... so she lets it fall to the ground. This is not the shock that wakes him, but the shock of reaching out to touch her.

When he sees her the next day, it's not until they've made eye contact that he remembers his risqué dream. Thus begins a four day game of Avoid-Belle-At-All-Costs-So-She-Doesn't-Find-Out-What-A-Depraved-Idiot-I-Am.

Licht

He knows just how dangerous the castle can be, and can't help but worry about the ill prepared Belle's safety. One night he dreams of training her in self defense. With every touch, every time their bodies press together, he finds himself losing control. Suddenly his lips - and hands - are all over her.

When he sees her the next day, he can hardly keep his head up for the shame. And yet, when he glances at her, his face burns not with regret, but echoes of desire. Desire to protect, and... and more.

Nokto

The only reason the library is one of the seventh prince's favourite rooms is how it is almost always empty - perfect for the most clandestine meetings. But with Belle spending half her days there, his mind starts putting the two together. Soon he dreams of meeting her there. Of teaching the sweet, innocent Belle of life's greatest thrills.

When he wakes, he can't help but make the suggestion to her. What better temptation to a bookworm than to combine pleasures in her favourite place?

Jin

He can't help but think of sweet Belle. The way she moves alone has him captivated. Seeing her - this pure lovely creature - in a place like the gardens, is enough to make him imagine impossible things. In this glowing dream world, he approaches her by the garden salon chaise. Even his dream self is surprised when she shyly plants herself on his lap. How can he resist this sweet temptation, really? Who cares if anyone sees them.

Unlike Nokto, when he sees her the following day, he resists the urge to ask her to recreate his spicy dreams. But only just. He'll find a more tame way of propositioning her.

Silvio

What else would the Benitoitian prince's dreams be but extravagant? He enters a room in a magnificent seashell palace to find a canopied bed covered in strings of pearls, gold coins, gem pendants. And lying on that bed, draped in silks, is... Belle?! He's momentarily shocked that she is the one his dream would choose. But seeing her there, radiant with her hair spread across the pillows, pearls and emeralds getting caught up in it... he won't resist any longer.

The tsundere in him battles when next he sees her. A cowardly part of him blushes and tries to run, while the rest seeks to recreate the splendiferous scene with her - as his own.

Keith

He knows something is up with Belle, and it bothers him to no end. So much that he begins to dream about it. He sits with her in a greenhouse, chatting over tea. He tries gently, clumsily, to get answers. As he fails in is questioning over and over, finally something in his snaps. It's time to make this an interrogation. He hauls her up from the table and pushes her back against a tree. He must know. Who is she? Is she a threat? Really? This sweet looking, shy, innocent, girl who vexes him so...

He wakes with a start. And when he does, he realizes that both consciousnesses remember. How strange... Though this dream does give him an idea of how to proceed with his investigation. ...He might just enjoy it.

Clavis

Naturally, the lavender menace's dreams are twice as chaotic as his waking hours. Of course he often dreams about his own traps. How delightful, one night, when he dreams of sweet Belle caught up in a net. In his room~ His fixation turns to lust which turns to... a most interesting time~

The dream is so different, so... kinky and explicit, even he blushes when recalling it. He is a gentleman, after all, so meeting her eye at breakfast and recalling the filthy things he did to her nearly feels like breaking his own code. Whew, but what an idea, hm...? Perhaps there might have to be a secret, private line of Lelouch items made... for lovers.

Luke

What a better way to comfort someone in distress than with a bear hug and cuddles. A nap can help fix everything, if just for a little while. At first, the only place he has the courage to suggest such a thing is in dreams. And how nice it is, curling up with Belle under a tree, in that ridiculously big bed in his room... sweet, comforting cuddles and nap time turn into something a little more... well, awake.

He can't really feel guilty about it when he wakes up. On the contrary, he finds himself daydreaming about how nice it would be. Maybe he could convince her to ditch a lesson here or there.

Gilbert

There is a lovely, if grim, place in Obsidian palace that the prince likes. A greenhouse-like apothecary. Fit for experimenting with poisons, plant husbandry, and an occasional respite. The place is even fitted with a hammock. For as much as Gilbert hates dreaming, he finds it can be useful at times. But tonight, he dreams of the place with an unexpected visitor. Belle lounges in the hammock, draped in a tunic made of toxic flowers. Like Persephone, goddess of life, wearing a cloak of death. The poetry of it is irresistable.

Of course he intended to make her his from the very beginning. He is more determined than ever to see her in that place. With him. His gothic goddess~

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Chapter 3

The Wolf and the Flame

Summary: Geralt had just found Ciri and was headed to Kaer Morhen when something drew him into the woods. He found a woman near death and things changed for them all. (I suck at summaries just read please!) Yennefer is bad in the start of this but she and Geralt work on their friendship. Eskel is a dick at first but there is a reason and it works out. Will have a happy ending. Ciri is younger here than in the netflix show. She is about 12.

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to 

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They had been traveling for nearly a week. Naurel was getting stronger but Geralt was still worried. He knew something was not as it should be with her but he couldn't seem to get her to open up about the things that had happened. They came to the last city between them and the final part of the journey to Kaer Morhen. He knew they had to stop and restock supplies. Also, the humans needed a soft bed and warmth for a bit. They left the horses at the stable and walked over to the Inn. Naurel was leaning against him, holding his arm to help support herself or for his warmth, he wasn’t sure which. All he knew was that he didn’t mind it. In fact, he felt at peace when they were touching. 

Ciri heard someone singing inside the bar at the inn and bound up the steps. “It’s Jaskier,” she said excitedly. 

“Ciri,” Gerault sighed as she ran inside ahead of him. “Damn it that girl never listens.” He and  Naurel moved faster to catch up with her. Once inside Geralt grabbed Ciri’s arm and leaned close, whispering something to her that made her shiver and look repentant before he led her and Naurel to a table to sit. “Stay here where I can see you both while I get us a couple of rooms.” 

Naurel waited until he walked away to put her hand on Ciri’s arm that was resting on the table. “You are going to get hurt or end up making him so angry that he’s going to punish you.”

Ciri rolled her eyes. “Please, he’s not my father. I have no family which makes me an adult. I’m in charge of me.”

“You are far from an adult little miss and you are showing that childishness more and more by the day,” Naurel warned. “He cares about you. He worries about you. Stop making it harder for him.” She knew that Geralt was struggling to figure out how to deal with a child. He knew how to deal with a misbehaved witcher but not a young human girl so he just took what she dished out. The yelling, arguing, not listening, stubbornness that she likely got away with as a spoiled little princess and Naurel was losing patients with her. Ciri was a loving girl but she was being a huge brat. She looked up at Geralt as he sat heavily in a chair beside her, noting that he put himself where his back would be up against the wall. “Everything alright?”

He nodded. “Got two rooms with an adjoining door,” he eyed Ciri, “and a large tub.” He grinned when Naurel sighed happily. 

“Mmm, a bath sounds heavenly. Maybe if I boil myself I will actually heat my blood and stop having to steal your warmth,” she smiled at him. 

He reflexively pulled her close. “I don’t mind sharing warmth.”

Ciri made a slight gagging sound drawing their attention. “You two need to get a room.”

“We have a room. Two in fact,” Geralt smirked at her. He loved their teasing banter when she wasn’t driving him mad with worry. Naurel was listening to the two of them and jumped when someone plopped down in a chair near her at the end of the table.

“Geralt you gorgeous beast, who are you lovely friends?”

Geralt shook his head and sighed. “Jaskier,” he nodded in greeting. He let Naurel and Ciri introduce themselves though kept his arm possessively around Naurel. Jaskier was a friend but he was also amorous and for some reason that bothered him where his newest companion was concerned.

“How did two such lovely creatures end up with such a grumpy, silent companion?” Jaskier wondered. 

“He’s not silent nor grumpy,” you smiled at the bard. 

“He’s grumpy and bossy,” Ciri teased. 

The waitress approached and Geralt ordered food for the three of them before joining the conversation. “I’m surprised to find you this far north this close to the snowy season.  I know you hate cold weather.”

“You are right,” Jaskier chuckled. “Oddly enough I’ve been looking for you. You are a very hard witcher to find. You would think with the white hair, yellow eyes, and rippling muscles that you would stand out more.” Naurel chuckled.

“Jaskier,” Geralt grumbled, stopping the bard from babbling. “Why were you looking for me? Is everything alright?” 

“A friend, no, no she’s not a friend she’s a,” he stopped himself before he finished his thought. “Someone we have in common needs to speak with you. She’s rather insistent and very annoying and she keeps following me. I implore you, please speak to her before I throw myself off a cliff.”

Geralt paused as if he was considering the option of speaking to someone or letting him jump, only answering when Jaskier whined indignantly. He had an idea of who the bard was talking about but he wondered why she just didn’t come to him herself. He’d heard that she survived the battle of Sodden from Triss and he was happy to hear his friend was still alive. “Is she here?”

“I’m here,” Yennefer said from behind him. “We need to speak, alone,” she looked at the others pointedly. 

He nodded and stood. “Jaskier, stay with them until I return?”

“Of course,” he smiled as he started asking both of them questions.

Yennefer led Geralt to an out-of-the-way corner near the stairs. She noticed that he positioned himself so that he could still see the table. “I need your help. Something has happened. I’ve searched everywhere, through all the lore about magic and chaos except the books at Kaer Morhen.”

“What are you searching for?”

“A spell,” she lied. “I am searching for a spell to try and help Istredd study the monoliths.” She wasn’t going to expose her weakness to anyone. It was bad enough that the old woman was in her head calling to her, telling her to bring both the woman and the girl to her; she wasn’t about to tell him she had lost her ability to do magic as well.

“Why doesn’t that ring true to me?” Geralt gave her a look.

“Fine, don’t help me,” she hissed and started to walk away.

“Yennefer,” he stopped her. “Portal to Kaer Morhen. Vesemir is willing to work with sorceresses and mages. He will show you the books you are looking for.”

“Why don’t we just travel together?” she asked. “Seems like you seem to be gathering a rather large party on your journey,” she eyed his new friends. “I could help you look after them. They both seem sort of defenseless.”

He could use some help protecting them since Ciri seemed to be so dead set on getting herself hurt. Maybe with Yennefer’s magic, he could actually rest a bit. “You want to travel, on foot, in the cold. You know it will be snowing soon?”

“Please witcher, the weather does not bother me,” she scoffed and walked back to the group at the table. She made sure to place herself next to Naurel where Geralt had been. Jealousy made her blood boil when she noticed how Geralt looked at the woman. The witcher and his new child suprise were supposed to be her family, not this woman's. She was tired of life screwing her over and giving everyone else what was rightfully hers.

Geralt frowned but sat next to Ciri. “Yennefer has decided to join us for the rest of our journey home.” Naurel looked into his eyes in question but didn’t speak, Jaskier however did.

“I’m going to then,” he insisted.

“I thought you wanted to be rid of her?” Geralt asked.

“Rid of me?” Yennefer scoffed. “I saved your life.”

“No, you distracted him so I could run. That’s not saving me, that's being a tease,” Jaskier argued. Ciri laughed at the two of them.

Their food was served and Naurel picked a small piece off of her bread and ate it as she listened to Jaskier tell stories of his time with Geralt. The bard was funny and he had kind eyes. She liked him. She could see how he would get on Geralt’s nerves though with his knack for babbling and Geralt being stoic and quiet.

‘The redhead! Bring the red head’ the deathless mother screamed in her head over and over. It was becoming hard to ignore but she pushed it to the back of her mind and continued on with the conversation. “Awe you left out the story of how the three of us met,” Yennefer interjected. “All bloody and dying because of the Djinn. Geralt, ever the protector, riding in to find me to save you.” She saw the muscles in Geralt’s jaw flex as he clenched his teeth.

“Well, he ended up saving you too,” Jaskier snapped. “More than saving you if I remember correctly.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt sighed.

The bard looked up and quickly realized he’d said too much. “But he came to his senses!”

She closed the door behind her before laying on the bed next to her friend. “He thought she was dead,” she explained softly. She wanted to be sure she knew Geralt had not intentionally tried to hurt her though Ciri never realized that Yennefer and Geralt were mates.

“I know,” her voice choked as she lost her battle with her tears. “It’s my fault,” she repeated to herself more than Ciri. She took the comfort Ciri offered and allowed the young girl to play with her hair before she ran over to the chamber pot and vomited.

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Hero's Scars

Trans-Masc Hyrule Warriors Link

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Not sure how long this fic is going to be, or where it's going at the moment. But I had an idea for this fic a while ago and Warriors Link lives rent free in my brain in a variety of ways.

Hope people like this iteration of Warriors Link.

(Conversations and ideas have been vetted by my trans girlfriend)

Warnings: Mature themes, language, future sexual encounters.

Content under cut.

Sara walked along the long corridor which housed the Hylian army barracks. To the left and right were doors leading into the bunks for the various battalions of the army, as well as the officer's quarters. Sara had been sent to retrieve Captain Link for a meeting with Princess Zelda and the generals. Link was usually pretty prompt at attending meetings. However, last night he had returned well after midnight, following a particularly harrowing raid on a monster encampment.

As she reached the door to Link's room Sara stopped and knocked.

"Just a moment!" She heard Link call out.

The door however was unlatched and swung open a little as she knocked. Sara opened it a little more and put one foot inside the room.

"It's just Sara, Sir, I've come to get you for the meeting." She assured him as her eyes swept the room.

It was a modest chamber. A small room with a window and bed at the far end, a desk covered with documents and a trunk containing Link's clothes and personal items.

Link was already up and half dressed. He had put on his trousers and was sitting on the bed in the process of pulling up his boots. He jumped to his feet however when he realised Sara was in the room. She couldn't help but stare at his half naked form. He was slim but very muscular, his torso tapered a little at his waist above his belt. As Sara's eyes wandered upwards towards Link's flushed face, she noticed two crescent shaped scars below his chest. They curved around his pecks like pink shadows. Link's arms folded around his chest instantly when he caught her staring, and he turned his back on the door.

"I said I needed a moment! Get out!" He barked back at Sara, his surprise and embarrassment quickly turning to anger.

"I'm so sorry!" Sara replied, flustered as she tried to close the door. "The door was open, I just... I'll wait for you outside."

Sara quickly slammed the door closed with a little more force than she meant to. She slumped against the wall and let out a long sigh. She squeezed her eyes closed and bashed her fist against her forehead.

Sara and Link had become friends a long time ago. Not long after the start of the war she had been assigned to his squad. Though Link was fairly cagey around most people, Sara had got him to open up on more than one occasion. They bonded over their dislike of their adolescent drill sergeants, and their mutual love of sweet treats. Although they were difficult to come by these days, Link often managed to share his rations of cake and biscuits with Sara. She hoped beyond hope that this incident wouldn't spoil their friendship.

***

It was a few days until Sara got the opportunity to see Link again. They had just finished clearing out a new monster encampment on the Zora border and were taking a well earned rest in a nearby town. The Inn had offered to house the officers while the rest of the troops were camped outside. That didn't stop the soldiers from making use of the Inn's bar however.

Sara had just come off patrol with a few other soldiers, when she stepped into the Inn. A wall of noise, warmth and light hit her like the broadside of a bokoblins mace. The Inn was full to bursting with jolly soldiers and a few of their superiors dotted about, as well as a handful of locals. Some of whom seemed pleased to have the army visit their small village, others were glaring over their tankards.

Pushing her way to the bar, Sara caught the barkeeps attention. Some barrels of cider had been paid for by the General and set behind the bar for the troops. The barkeep poured a pint into a pewter tankard and passed it across the bar to her. She gave him a nod rather than try and thank him, it was too loud for him to hear her anyway.

Turning around to face the room, Sara caught sight of a familiar flash of bright blond hair at the far end of the bar. Leaning forwards she could see Link, drink in hand, two young women and a red headed boy practically hanging off his right arm. Sara studied his face. Link clearly wasn't engaging with them and was doing his best to ignore the trio. His cheery smile failed to reach his bright blue eyes. One of the women, a pretty blonde with large green eyes, leant against the bar talking almost constantly. The other woman who had brown hair was trying to muscle in between her friend and Link to try and get his attention. The red headed boy leant against an elbow on the bar, sipping his drink while occasionally adding a comment to the conversation.

Sara rolled her eyes at them. She'd seen plenty of people in towns all over Hyrule swooning over the Captain. The Hero of Hyrule came with a lot of caviats she had realised. One being a lot of unwanted attention from people seeking the Hero's favor.

Sara enjoyed her cider in relative peace for a while. Some of her squad came over to talk about the battle but she was only half interested in reliving their latest victory.

When she found herself alone at the bar again, her attention wandered back to Link. The two women had gone but the red headed guy was still hanging around him like a bad smell. Sara assumed he was a farm hand or some such, judging by his muddy and patched clothing. But going by his sly expression, he could have fit right in at Hyrule Castle with the other slippery nobles. Sara's eyes flicked to Link's face, but it was difficult to make out his expression beneath his bangs which hung down low over his half bowed head. When the red head trailed a hand down Link's upper arm, he flinched.

"That's it!" Sara announced to no one in particular, slamming her tankard down on the bar with more force than she meant to.

Sara got to he feet and pushed her way towards her Captain. He didn't see her coming but the interloper did. He scoffed at her and raised an eyebrow as she elbowed her way towards them.

"Can we help you with something sweetheart?" The man asked condescendingly, looking down his pointed nose at Sara, who was only half a head shorter than he was.

"Hmm?" she hummed behind a false smile. "No, but you can help yourself avoid a black eye and go home," she stated plainly.

The man blinked at her and Link half turned to look at her, the corner of his mouth curling slightly.

"Excuse me darlin'," he drawled, a little taken aback by her afront.

"No, I will not excuse you. I think my Captain has had enough of your chatter for this evening. And unless you want me to announce to every one of HIS soldiers in this tavern that you're bothering him, I suggest you make like a bokoblin and fuck off!"

Sara emphasised her command by pointing towards the door. The man glanced once at Link, who gave him no sighs of encouragement. A few soldiers near by had stopped their conversations to listen to the commotion. Clearly outnumbered and not really wanting to face Hyrule's finest, the man slunk away from the bar, left the Inn and disappeared into the night.

Sara was about to go back to her drink when she heard Link speak.

"Thanks Sara," he uttered.

Sara gave him a respectful nod.

"You didn't look like you were enjoying his company Sir," she replied.

"Not particularly, I just can't seem to be able to tell people that myself," he sighed.

Sara laid a hand on his back. Link froze beneath her touch and she quickly withdrew it again.

"Sorry, um, do you wanna get some air?" She suggested.

Link glanced around at the bar full of soldiers and villagers. A few peple kept shooting him curious looks or whispering to others while staring at him. He turned back to Sara and gave her a weak half smile.

"Yeah, that might be a good idea."

The two of them slipped out of the Inn and walked a short distance out of town where a bubbling river passed it's boundary. Link stopped walking and settled himself on a rock beneath a willow tree. Sara came to a halt when she realised Link was no longer beside her and walked back to lean against the tree beside him.

"So can I ask what all that was about back there?" She asked, inclining her head back towards the Inn.

Link sighed, he wasn't looking at Sara, his gaze was fixed on the water as it hurried by. He rested his elbows up on his knees and rubbed his hands into his eyes, messing up his fringe a little.

"Urgh, they're fans of the Hero," he said, letting out a long deep breath.

"Fans?"

"Yep, all they want to hang around me, make sketches of me, or... Well, that guy wanted something else from me."

"Oh Hylia, they sound as bad as Cia!" Sara exclaimed, disgusted by the behaviour Link was describing.

"They're not so bad really, I'm their hero and there's a certain image of me that they're used to seeing by now. The stoic, handsome hero who swoops in and saves them all. But, I'm just," he paused, closing his eyes. "You know I'm not that person all the time, don't you."

"Of course I do," Sara replied. She kicked Link's foot with her own boot. "For example I know you insist on having three sugars in your tea because in your own words, 'four is excessive but two just isn't enough sweetness'!"

Sara did a poor imitation of Link's Captain voice, which he reserved for meetings or rousing pre-battle speaches. He chuckled and kicked her in return.

"Hey!"

"What I mean is, yes, I know you're a normal guy. Your troops know you're a normal guy, but I guess the people of Hyrule don't really know that."

"Mmm, that's my problem. I have to be Hero Link all the time around them, or else they get disappointed or disheartened if I don't live up to their expectations."

"And the people who want, something else from you?" Sara asked tentatively.

Link let out a haggard breath and his shoulders slumped.

"Even before I found out I had the Triforce of Courage, I'd never been very comfortable about people flirting with me. I never knew how to feel about it. Even if I liked them in return I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it."

Sara didn't know what to say in return, so she remained quiet. Hoping Link just needed someone to listen to him, not offer dating advice.

"I guess I sound like a stuck up ass hole to you don't I?!"

"What?! No not at all, everything you've said makes total sense to me." Sara assured him.

"But you have questions," he continued. "I can tell."

Sara stayed quiet. Of course she had questions about Link. Ever since she had walked in on him half naked and seen his scars she had had questions. But it wasn't her place to ask them. They weren't that close friends, were they?

"Hmm, I know what you want to ask. I saw your face the other day when you walked in on me. You looked just like Impa did when the same thing happened with her," Link said pensively. "Though she addressed it at the time. Impa has very little concern for other people's embarrassment."

"Well, I do. Which I why I didn't ask then, and I'm not asking now. Even if you hadn't yelled at me at the time, I could tell it's a personal thing and I'd never push anyone to talk about personal issues if they didn't want to." Sara said firmly, stepping away from the tree so that Link could see the resolve on her face.

He looked up at her then. Appreciation and tears sparkling in his eyes. He smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Thanks Sara. It's difficult to know who I can be myself around these days," he sniffed, wiping his face on the cuff of his sleeve.

"Of course you can trust me, you gave me your last bar of chocolate when our platoon got snowed into that cave! I'd never break a sacred bond like that!" Sara teased, however, behind her jokes she was being sincere.

"You're right!" Link laughed, a perfect release of joy which made Sara smile. "You know I'd almost forgotten about that misadventure."

"Sir, Link, I want you to know you can tell me anything. If it'll help you shoulder the burden of being our hero, you can trust me." Sara insisted, placing her hand over her heart.

Link got to his feet and faced Sara. He smiled and opened his arms, giving her a cautious glance. Sara approached and wrapped her arms around Link's waist while he hugged tightly around her shoulders.

"Thank you Sara," Link uttered close to her ear. "And you can drop the Sir when it's just us. Feels a bit wrong."

"Okay, and you're welcome Link. I'm not entirely sure what I did really," Sara shrugged.

"You listened," Link said, as he drew back slightly, his arms still locked around her body. "That's more than most people do for me."

"Well, if there's more you want to get off your chest, I'm never far away," Sara replied, giving him a smile.

"Maybe not right now. But I'll definitely keep that in mind."

Part 2 >

[bestmiisongs]

And that concludes the first round of the Best Miitopia Song Tournament!

Thank you to everyone who voted and shared the polls, and I'll see you on the 20th for the start of Round Two!

List of all winning songs from Round One:

A Lively Inn

People's Profiles

Getting Changed

Browsing the Journal

One Questionnaire, Please! (3DS) / More Mii Characters! (Switch)

Let's Make Up

Inn Workout

Look What I Bought!

Zonked (US) / Can We Rest Now? (EU)

Spin The Roulette?

Roulette: Gold Prize

Roulette: Bronze Prize

Rock, Paper, Scissors!

In That Holiday Mood

Wishing Upon a Star

A Pioneer's Pride

Got an amiibo?

Delivery!

Quiz: Final Question

Quiz: Congratulations!

Choose a Mii

Greenhorne

Travelers' Hub

Haven Hollow

Opening: Miitopia at Peace

Opening: Rise of the Monsters

Opening: A Simple Traveler

The Great Sage's Theme

Divine Theme

A Happy Ending

Put a Smile on Your Face

The Princess's Theme

The Desert Prince's Theme

Ballad of the Fairies: Eldest

The Fab Fairies Dance

Fly, Dragon Riders!

The Darkest Hour

A Past Fraught With Sorrow

Purging the Dark Curse

Ending: We Saved the World

Open Up!

Villa: Grand Opening

Arrival: Greenhorne

Arrival: Elven Forest

Arrival: Powdered Peaks

Arrival: Nimbus

Arrival: The Sky Scraper

Map: Miitopia

Map: Neksdor

Map: Realm of the Fey

Map: Powdered Peaks

Map: Nimbus

Map: The Sky Scraper

Map: New Lumos

Map: Strange Place

Stage: Easin Hills

Stage: Subterranean

Stage: Arid Frontier

Stage: Nightmare Tower

Stage: Neksdor Desert

Stage: The Great Pyramid

Stage: Lotus Lake

Stage: Elven Forest

Stage: Bigg Forest

Stage: Karkaton Ascent

Stage: Karkaton Peak

Stage: Dark Lord's Castle

Stage: Ghontu Cave

Stage: Peculia

Stage: Manor Macabre

Stage: Sterile Plant

Stage: Sinister Plant

Stage: Nimbus

Stage: The Sky Scraper

Stage: Darker Lord's Domain

Meanwhile...

Stage: Galados Isle

Stage: New Lumos

Pre-battle: Imminent Clash

Pre-battle: Calamity Bringer

Battle: Greenhorne

Battle: Neksdor

Battle: Realm of the Fey

Battle: Karkaton

Battle: Powdered Peaks

Battle: Peculia

Battle: Nimbus

Battle: The Sky Scraper

Battle: Galados Isle

Battle: New Lumos

Battle: Now's Our Chance!

Boss Battle Time I

Boss Battle Time II

Boss Battle Time III

Boss: The Dark Lord

Boss: The Dark Lord's Wrath

Boss: Darker Lord's Left Hand

Boss: Darker Lord's Right Hand

Boss: The Darkest Lord

Boss: Darkest Lord's Final Form

Boss Battle: Evil Sage

The Spoils of War

Title: Greenhorne

Title: Karkaton

Title: The Dark Lord's Castle

Title: Nimbus

Title: Otherworld

Title: New Lumos

Party Time!

Outing: Seaside Relaxation

Outing: Café

Outing: Karaoke 3

Outing: Skygazing

Outing: Park

Outing: Shopping

Outing: Cooking Class

Outing: Gym - Burn!

Outing: Cinema - Watching 2

Outing: Cinema - Puzzled

Outing: Outing: Cinema - Looong

Horse: First Encounter

Stable: A New Beginning?

Stable: High Spirits

Stable: Shock

Makeup - Eyes

Wigs - Cowlick

[sifuus-strap]

a fic I don't have the attention span to write but that I think about

spoilers for ashura under the cut, skip it if you don't want to be spoiled for his upper lvl friendship stuff

a majiri who comes to Kilima to avenge the child princess Ashura accidentally killed when he was a soldier. they use flow runes to disguise themself as a human and integrate into the village by pretending to be one of the random humans popping up. they want to get close to ashura to kill him, but he is not what they expected. for 20 years they've been picturing an old boastful soldier, bragging every chance he gets about how important he was and showing off his glory. but he isn't like that at all. maybe they need to stay longer.

months down the road and they're sitting with ashura in the inn one slow night. they take off the disguise runes and transform back into their majiri form. maybe ashura recognizes them as umbraan. (it would be cool if there were slight differences in the population across the regions) and they tell him why they came to kilima. he's floored. he thought they were his friend. they asked him to be their shepp.

they tell him they wanted to kill him in the square in front of his friends, all the trouble they've gone through to get his name and location. all the heads they've busted to get what they need. he tells them that if they still want that, he won't fight. he knows he deserves it.

they don't want that. they're tired. they just wanted to tell him the truth.

[katana-no-neko]

Link didn't know what time it was, just that it was late. The moon was high in the sky, lighting the way to the village. He trudged through Hateno's gate, feet heavy and eyelids heavier. A greeting came from a villager nearby, though Link couldn't muster up the will to determine who it was or what exactly they'd said. Thankful that the villager didn't recognize him and bombard him with questions, Link gave a wave and turned off the main road toward a familiar house.

He could only avoid this place for so long.

Link knew she wasn't there, but upon opening the door to their house, he still expected to see her at the table, a smile on her face as she enjoyed a slice of the fruit cake he'd baked before that fateful visit under the castle, the fruit cake that had long since spoiled and molded in their absence. As he looked up to the loft, he still hoped to see her at her desk, brows furrowed and eyes focused as she wrote down the day's events. As he came up the stairs, his heart still yearned to see her draped across their bed, snoring lightly as the moonlight from their window bathed her in an ethereal glow.

The house was familiar and yet so foreign. It felt empty without her light, her love. He hadn't been back in a long time, he knew he wouldn't like how it felt without her here, but his wallet was struggling to keep up with regular inn stays and his body was struggling to keep up with staying out all night. He needed a real bed.

He dropped his bag on the ground and let his equipment tumble down with it. His shoulders throbbed as he pulled off his tunic and his back groaned as he crawled beneath the covers and got into the cold bed. His heart ached at the loneliness. He turned his head toward the nightstand as if he'd see her standing there, but all he saw was a simple vase with a long-dead Silent Princess.

And he let himself cry.

[discordiansamba]

last night as I was falling asleep I thought about the VLD atla AU and, appropriately enough, the characters and sleep.

Allura and Lance both fall under the category I like to call 'people who would not mind sleeping in who are nonetheless usually required to wake up early anyways'. Allura has her duties as a princess, and Lance has his responsibilities to the Water Tribe, often waking early. It's easy to picture Lance as the type to chafe at getting sick- but he doesn't mind the part where it lets him luxuriate in bed for just a little longer.

If they were completely left to their own devices on their journey to find the Avatar, they both would probably sleep in until noon. But Coran is very much a natural morning person, so he wakes them both up... at a decent hour. Lance and Coran are both equally used to sleeping in sparse accommodations, while Allura is somewhat... spoiled in that regard. It takes her awhile to adjust to camping so they often sleep in inns whenever they have the chance (and the money).

Pidge is a night owl. She's always been this way, often staying up to the crack of dawn and then passing out. She likes to joke that she's actually nocturnal, so of course she ends up traveling with a morning person. She also hates camping, while Shiro actually enjoys it. It's a great chance to commune with nature, to deepen your connections with the world around you.

These two are not on the same page at all, to say the least. Shiro tries to wrangle Pidge into having a more reasonable sleep schedule, which he is having... mixed success with. He's used to dealing with children, but Pidge is especially stubborn compared to the airbender kids he's used to dealing with. Guess it must be that Earth blood.

Hunk is a morning person, with a healthy sleep schedule. He doesn't really mind camping so much as he minds the noises. But he can rest easy knowing that Kosmo and Keith's komodo-lion are out there to protect them. But what he really enjoys about camping is getting to cook over the open fire. There's so much room for experimentation and creativity! And he's never short on meat, because between Keith, Kosmo, and the komodo-lion, he is just surrounded by excellent hunters.

Keith does not have a sleep schedule. He hates sleeping indoors or when it's raining or during the night- in fact, his preferred time to sleep is in the middle of the day, while basking out in the sun. Hunk jokes that he's a bit like his komodo-lion, actively seeking out warmth. Keith has no idea how weird his sleep habits are until he and Hunk actually join up with the others, because Hunk is too nice to say it, and Keith hasn't really lived with anyone since his father died.

[wttcsms]

OK ROYAL AU IDEA where reader is the spoiled princess who happens to be the youngest daughter of a king who's ruling over a major kingdom. you are to be married off to some prince in another kingdom, and this is the first time ur father has ever refused a request of yours. he assigns character as the knight in charge of taking care of you and seeing that you make it to the other kingdom safely. of course, you're being a brat and you don't want this AT ALL, so the whole entire time, you're doing whatever it takes to prolong the journey. you're asking for frequent stops, complaining the whole way, etc. character already has a slightly bad relationship with royals and you don't help his distaste for them. (yea it's an enemies to lovers fic, what's new!!!) i just love this fic concept bc i've decided that it's all about the YEARNING. the slowburn!!! the (sexual) TENSION.

it's all about the enduring a long horse carriage ride with the person you currently despise the most. it's about the first inn the two of you seek shelter at only having ONE BED. it's about the next inn you guys stay at being owned by a conservative lady who only rents to MARRIED couples so the two of you have to pretend to be married!!!!!!! it's about you being difficult to deal with for the first half of the fic but despite his annoyance with you, he still fulfills all ur seemingly impossible requests!!!! it's about you learning how to be a better person and as a princess who's never had to say 'thank you' for anything but yet you find yourself realizing those two words don't properly describe the gratitude you feel towards him. it's about him always putting his life on the line for you!!!! it's about how you're the first person to hear abt his nightmares. it's all about the fact that in the beginning of the fic, you delayed the trip in any way possible but now HE'S the one subtly delaying the trip the closer y'all get to the kingdom because he doesn't want to see you marry someone else but also bc he's grown to enjoy your company. it's about how you request that your trusty knight stays by your side at least til the wedding. it's about the fact that he's the only familiar face in this foreign town and perhaps THATS why you want him near you always (even though you know that's not true; you know that it's HIM you wish to be betrothed to, but unfortunately you're already promised to another). it's about how during a banquet, someone makes a snarky comment about him and just like how he's defended you all those times, you're repaying the favor. it's about you forgoing all proper etiquette and absolutely seething as you tell the person who insulted him that "to speak ill of him is the same as speaking ill of me & everyone here knows the punishment for that crime". it's about the fact that you get drunk a week before your wedding & he's there to take care of you and that's when you beg him to make you his, in mind, body, and soul, but right now, more specifically, body. it's the way he's been dreaming of you underneath him far too many times to be appropriate, but he still rejects you because he's a man of honor; after all, you're set to become someone else's wife, and youre a princess and he's from a scorned family and even if that wasn't an issue, you're still intoxicated and not in the right state of mind but you're crying and asking him why aren't you good enough. it's about you waking up the next morning to find him sitting in a chair, fast asleep because he spent the whole night consoling you and watching over you and you tell him that everything you said that night was true, that he is the only one you want, status and family reputation be damned. it's about him dramatically objecting your wedding!!!!

[symphonic-scream]

Yeah!

Oki here's some

Naoto and Rise keep in touch with Sae, sending photos of videos of Makoto as she grows up. They even go into Tokyo for her graduation, and take her to dinner at the buffet in that one hotel and everything

Rise loves to sing for her daughter just. To soothe her to sleep, during storms, or even while having fun while Naoto cooks dinner! Makoto doesn't have the natural talent Rise has, but she can sing a tune back, and growing up, she gets into the habit of singing or humming while doing housework, just like her Mama and Papa do

Yukiko is out of town for meetings with investors and to promote business, so sometimes Chie is left with both of their "blond menaces". They end up eating out a lot more without their Ma, but the house and inn don't fall apart

Akira lives the farthest from the school district, just 5 minutes from Ryuji and Ann near the Inn, closer to the mountain. Then, it's the remaining of the group, in the shopping district. Futaba, Yusuke, Goro, Haru, and Makoto walk together and wait at the Samegawa for the others every morning

Haru is her dads' little princess. They both knew they wanted to raise a girl, and when they got Haru's file from her social worker, and then met her, it was instant. They toe the fine line between treasured and spoiled, but their little girl is always the happiest kid in the world, so it's okay

Sojiro opens Leblanc and doesn't expect to become as popular as it ends up. Mostly because the back table is always filled with loud kids, his own three prone to arguments. But when they're high schoolers, two of them end up helping out, increasing their popularity by quite a lot

Just. Wakaba and her three kids that are differently autistic. Three autists.

Also, self-proclaimed "number one babysitter" Teddie is the favourite uncle. Mainly because he believes in Topsicles for dinner and staying up past bedtime

[icgaminglogs]

Warden Cousland's War Journal

Chapter 5: The Circle

I’m not sure if we should thank the Maker or our own skills for getting through what happened today.

Given that Alistair and I are now wanted men, as Grey Wardens, we couldn’t take the direct road to Redcliffe. We went a little further north, stopping at the Spoiled Princess by the ferry dock on Lake Calenhad. There had been rumors of something wrong at the Circle back in Lothering, but I hadn’t paid much attention then. When we reached the inn, the ferryman himself told us his ferry had been confiscated by the Templars, and they weren’t allowing anyone across the lake. Maybe it was stupid, but considering we had a treaty we could use to beg demand assistance – and with Alistair being concerned by the news – we decided to investigate ourselves.

Getting across wasn’t too difficult; the Templar guarding the ferry was persuaded by using his commander as a threat, which in hindsight is hilarious considering I’d never met the man before setting foot in the Circle. I’m...even with what we saw in there, I’m glad we went. If we hadn’t...Maker, those poor mages…

Knight-Commander Greagoir was none too happy to see us, and even less to let us enter the tower. There had been an outbreak of demons and abominations inside, he told us, and he’d already sent for the Right of Annulment. Andraste’s grace, if we hadn’t gone in, all those mages...there were children in there that would’ve been killed! A more merciful fate, maybe, than becoming an abomination, but to kill children...I know I couldn’t do it. Not any more than I could just walk away while there was a chance to save at least some of the people in there. It took some convincing, and the warning that Greagoir would only accept the word of the First Enchanter as a sign the Circle was secure, but he ultimately let us in.

At first it didn’t look too bad, but the outskirts of a battlefield never do, do they? One of the Circle mages, Wynne – another survivor of Ostagar, I was shocked to see her here after hearing about the massacre from Morrigan and Flemeth – joined us in fighting our way through. Agreeing that it was best to leave some of our party behind in case one of the creatures made it past us, I told Morrigan and Leliana to stay behind with Huan, taking Alistair and Sten along with Wynne and myself.

It was...frightening, honestly. Not the same kind of fright as a battlefield, as at Ostagar, this was...different. Unsettling. Closer to home, maybe, I don’t know, but the entire Circle tower just felt off. I’d never seen demons before today, and I never want to see any ever again. There was one who’d ensorcelled a Templar, drawing off his life force as she made him believe he had a family around him that didn’t exist. Another who tried to trap us all in the Fade...I know the Fade is where we go when we dream, but walking there while awake is not something I’m in a hurry to do again. It was even more unsettling than walking through the ruined tower.

The sloth demon must have been an old one, with as powerful as he was; he created false dreams for all of us, to keep us stuck in the Fade and let him leech off our power the way he’d already done to who knows how many unfortunates. One of those, Niall, was trying to stop what had happened with something called the Litany of Adralla. I’m still not sure just what it is, but it protects against mind spells. Against blood magic.

Apparently a mage called Uldred had...I’m still not sure what. Gone mad, maybe. Become an abomination, that much was clear when we met him. But he had followers, blood mages all, and he staged a coup. Took the Circle by force, and started making abominations out of any and every mage he could get his hands on. Maker only knows what happened to any Templars he caught. We found one, a poor lad called Cullen, trapped in a barrier and half-mad. Uldred, or his followers, had reached into his mind, so he said; he barely believed we were real, and the hate and the fear in his eyes when he looked at Wynne...Maker, it was heartbreaking. I hope he finds peace after this, though I’m not sure how long that will take.

Fighting Uldred was...tricky, and disturbing, but with the Litany we were able to save at least another handful of the senior mages, including First Enchanter Irving. With Uldred dead and the rest of his followers killed – there was nowhere for them to run except straight into Morrigan and Leliana downstairs – the Circle was secure again. At nowhere near the strength it should have been, but we were able to save some of them. That’s not nothing.

Cullen was...less than pleased that Greagoir simply took Irving at his word, but I don’t suppose I can blame the poor man. The kind of torture he endured, I’d probably be seeing blood mages and abominations in every shadow too. He at least didn’t argue the point too hard, and neither Irving nor Wynne seemed to take his raving words too personally.

Irving will honor the Warden treaty with the Circle, though he and his mages have a lot of work to do just rebuilding the place. In the meantime, Wynne is coming with us. She asked leave of Irving almost immediately once things were settled, and I’m not saying no. She’s an incredible healer, and a voice of reason – which makes for a nice change at camp, with Morrigan and Alistair sniping at each other across the campfire half the time. With this matter settled, now we can reach Redcliffe and see just what the situation is with the arl. Maybe Wynne will be able to help him.

[oceanicxeyes]

prompts ( accepting ) / @kinglywarden asked: Send 🏖️ to go to the beach with my muse.

Lake Calenhad.

A place that Walter had known most of his life from the windows of the Circle, back in the day when abominations weren't running rampart and threatening to destroy everything and everyone during the Blight. Honestly, the mage had forgotten how pacific it could look. The only thing nearby other than the Circle Tower - now working at half its speed considering past events - was the Spoiled Princess Inn which had also seen better days. But that was a special location for Walter. One of the very few places around that he could genuinely call home. And maybe that was why he had invited Alistair to tag along. They did require the rest after everything that came to happen - and before any decisions could be made toward the future, the mage wanted at the very least his chance to say goodbye to the place he considered home.

They walked on the shores of the lake. It could even be a little beach there if Circle mages were allowed outside or people came to that region more often.Just enough space for them to sit down by the shore, the translucid waters of the lake reflecting the golden sun above their heads. "I never thought I'd say goodbye to the Circle." There was a tinge of melancoly on Walter's voice as he sat on the ground and kept his gaze locked with the stone tower that stood silently across the shore. He had been there all his life. And while some mages were against being locked away - Walter was probably one of the few that understood the why. Not that mages were completely innocent...but neither were Templars. A common ground needed to be found but something like that could take years before it would actually happen.

"Being on the road with you and the others has been quite the adventure." Slaying abominations and blighted creatures, travelling the land and assisting those that needed the most help. That was all Walter had ever dreamed of doing. Using his gifts for good rather than being wasted behind stone walls and shelves as high as the eye could see. "I should thank you." Fingers clench around the wooden staff. Knuckles go white for a moment. Walter had no idea what was in store for him now but he wanted to let Alistair know what their time together had meant for him. "You all allowed me to tag along and help. I made a difference for once in my life. I really... I really can't thank you enough for that."