#twisted fates. | writing

[wrenlywofau]

What You Shall Do

Foeslayer/Hope & Marrow (OC) Read on AO3

Hope is old, and she doesn’t want to rule the new Kingdom of Night forever.

Luckily, she’s devised a plan. All she has to do is get it across.

     Hope sighed through her nose, staring out through one of her chamber’s vast windows at what had been her kingdom, centuries ago. A trio of dragonets, no more than two years old, tackle and tumble over each other not far from the palace walls. Within the courtyard, a pale green NightWing (Radiance, to go by her large stature and how her hair was braided) passed an IceWing hybrid (Frozenlight, from their slicked-back white hair and abundance of freckles over their darker markings). One of Radiance’s wings twitched, only perceptible because Hope had long learned what she was looking for. She, like her citizens, had been weary of the hybrid in their midst at first, but they’d put in more than enough work to demonstrate that they were nothing like Hope’s own dragonets.

     Put that thought away. That was then; this is now.

     The sound of talons rapping on her door drew her from her musings. The one she’d called upon moved a bit slower these days, and yet here she was, punctual as ever. This is when her work begins.

     “Enter,” she called, not turning. The door was drawn open, making no sound but unsettling the room’s air, and then closed with a subtle click. The action was accompanied by the tapping of light talons, assuring her that this was the dragon she had called for.

     “You wanted to see me, Queen Hope?” the newcomer asked, her voice retaining a slight graveling quality like much of her modern tribe. Hope could count on one hand the number of NightWings she’d met since her release with voices that didn’t bear a permanent growl, all of whom had been raised away from the volcanic island of their “kingdom.”

     “Sit down, Princess Marrow,” the Queen instructed, testing the title and how it rolled off her tongue.

     She could tell when Marrow didn’t move, instead responding, “Princess–?”

     So, this was how it was going to be. Fine – if Queen Clairvoyance had sprung such a thing on her, her reaction would’ve been similar – but Queen Clairvoyance died with Foeslayer.

     “I don’t intend to rule forever. Moons know, I’ve lived long enough,” she cut in, “but this kingdom needs someone to get it off the ground if we ever want to return to our former glory.”

     As soon as she said it, her mind flitted to the young RainWing she’d met with multiple times, barely going on fifteen years old and yet already leading a tribe and a half alongside a former assassin. Hope had lived through much political turmoil among the old NightWings, and had received a first-hand crash course into the realm of IceWing royals, but Queen Glory was a beast all her own, and an impressive one at that. “No pun intended,” Hope muttered.

     Finally, the queen turned, facing Marrow– Princess Marrow. The NightWing was thin, her body never having properly recovered from life on the volcanic island she’d been told her tribe had inhabited since her son’s temporary defeat. Her scales were nearly black with a tint of red, and she was crowned by a striking white tuft of hair and long, waving horns.

     “Here is what you shall do. I will name you my heir tomorrow at midnight. You are not going to be considered my daughter, but you will be my successor, and your partners your consorts.”

     Princess Marrow haphazardly schooled her expression from surprise back to a feigned neutrality, a rare slip-up, though one of many recently, while no other part of her body even flinched. “P-partners?” she stuttered. “I don’t know what you mean, Your Majesty.”

     Hope smirked in amusement, as however good her heir typically was at lying, she couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to her ears. Wishing to calm her, the queen let on, “Radiance is subtle about your relationship with Frozenlight, and she knows how to evade rumors. You, not so much.”

     When her heir gave a tight nod, she continued, “Your subjects will learn to respect them, because if we are to survive, we need to start moving past the other tribes’ biases. Frozenlight is half NightWing, and they have proven their loyalty to our tribe time and time again. Therefore, they are one of us.

     “Once the kingdom is stable, and we have reason to believe that it will continue to be stable, you will challenge me. You will do so publicly.”

     Hope’s eyes seemed to bore into the smaller NightWing’s very soul, but she continued regardless. “We will fake my death. I will leave this kingdom, and I will find my own peace. But you will always be able to find me, and I will be able to advise you, ensuring our kingdom’s downfall will not be a result of either of us.”

     The following pause was long and painful. She let Princess Marrow search for a response, waited patiently as she started and stopped a few different sentences, and nearly sighed in relief when she finally got something out, rather than making Hope wait up all day.

     “I don’t understand, My Queen. Why me? Why not one of your descendants? Surely they’re here somewhere.”

     To say she had doubted they’d end up here would be a lie, but she had wanted to believe that she would be able to get through to her heir easier. After all, Hope thought her a smart one, more so than many of her peers. “I don’t care for blood, Princess Marrow,” she replied, “and drop the title. I’m not a queen, I’m only your regent.

     “Then, once you feel you’ve run your course as queen, you will peacefully pass down your throne to your dragonet—”

     “I’m not—” Princess Marrow tried to cut in, but Hope only chuckled.

     “Dear, I can tell when a NightWing is egg-bound. You’re paranoid and overly vigilant, and avoid speaking to those outside of your circle like they’re—”

     Her heir was staring at her, the slighted glint of threatening malice in her gaze. They both knew where Hope had been leading, but that stare made her words tangle in her throat. Another reason why she’d elected Marrow for this position over the rest of her once-son’s followers.

     “You understand what I mean.”

     Princess Marrow’s nod was a curt one, Hope’s slip not to be easily forgotten.

     “When you wish to retire, you will pass the throne down to your dragonet without combat. I don’t care if it is a daughter or son or something else entirely, you will not fight. You will give them the throne, you will advise them as I will you, only you will be public about it.

     “Or,” and she had to force the memories of Darkstalker, of receiving the news of the Royal SeaWing Massacre, of all those centuries of bloody IceWing politics from her mind, “if you do not deem them fit to rule, you will give the throne to someone else entirely. Regardless, you will ensure our tribe has a monarch fit for the role. Do you understand, Princess Marrow?”

     This pause too was tense, but in a different way. A much more calculating way, as Princess Marrow seemed to hunt her expression for any sign of a facade, only to find none. Every cryptic, she countered with a challenge of her own, though this one brought a smile to Hope’s face.

     “What made you decide to put this much trust in me? I could kill you in the arena. I could make it real. What makes you believe that I won’t?”

     “Because you would regret it. You would become like every other queen, wishing at some point or another that your predecessor would return no matter your feelings about her. And I know that you will recognize that, and that you will make the rest of the continent recognize that.

     “So, I ask again: do you understand, Princess Marrow, Heir to the MoonWing Throne, Successor of Queen Hope, Partner of Princess Consorts Radiance and Frozenlight?”

     A rare and infectious smirk crossed the smaller NightWing’s face. “I understand, Queen Hope.”

     “Then let our work begin.”

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[fun-esta]

[mochinomnoms]

I was just thinking, what if Pearl or Coral (or both) end up with one of Jamil or Riddle's kids??

Like they are at NRC (now Co-ed after Yuu or maybe a co-ed equivalent) and fall for their own Goldfishie and Sea Snake! They end up in a relationship woth them and when Family day comes around, Riddle and Jamil finally meet Coral and Pearl, there is something oddly familiar about them.... then in the background like the Jaws theme:

"GOOOLDFISHIEEEEEE! SEA SNAKE!!!"

"Hehehehe~ isn't this a suprise?"

"It certainly is,"

Jamil and Riddle:

*They can never escape*

I think it would be funnier if one twin each got with a child of Riddle and a child of Jamil. For either one, it's like a nightmare brought to life.

They thought they escaped the trio back in their NRC years. As much as they could with you being their friend and thus their spouse, but still.

Their kid is telling them all about their new girlfriend, how fun they are, how smart, how cool etc etc. Maybe they offhandledly mention her name is Coral/Pearl, but it's probably just a coincidence that her name is the same as your kids. Then they mention that she's a mermaid...another coincidence, surely...

Family Day at NRC comes and both are surprised that their kids are dating siblings, but don't think much of it and greet the girls warmly.

When they finally meet twins, they both look remarkably familiar...too familiar...and a shiver goes down their spines.

"Sea Snake! Goldfishie! I didn't know you'd be our new in-laws! :D"

Oh god no.

[herefortheships]

More thoughts about that psychic connection.

I know I've talked about the "psychic connection" between Lydia and Betelgeuse before, but since I'm a sucker for such soulmate links between characters, I thought I'd write a little more.

It's all speculative, and that might have been just a fun line for Betelgeuse to say there, adding to how hopelessly in love the poor guy is with Lydia. But what if they do share a connection?

In this post I want to speculate a little about how this connection formed between them, and when, and what it may mean.

If there is such a connection between them, I think it formed after their wedding in the first movie. Hear me out, the ceremony was basically complete; they just needed to be pronounced husband and wife, when Barbara showed up with the sand worm. So I believe there was a soul link between them that was being formed that night, which remains, although half-formed, until this day.

This ritual would have made it possible for Betelgeuse to have free access to the world of the living, so whatever metaphysical mumbo jumbo was going on there, it was powerful enough to bridge the world of the living and the world of the dead for Betelgeuse to cross from the latter to the former in full power (assuming he'd keep his ghostly powers upon gaining access to the world of the living; he might just become a regular guy, who knows. Still, restoring his body so he can walk as a living man again must require a lot of power).

When the ritual was only a step away from being finalized, it just left that link between Betelgeuse and Lydia which he eventually realized he could use to watch her from afar and try to reconnect with her. Call it a residual of sorts that was left when they were almost married the first time.

It may have only been possible for that link to remain or even form in the first place due to Lydia's own ability to see and communicate with ghosts, though.

As a matter of fact, as I mentioned before (because we all know how I'm a sucker for all the soulmate stuff lol), it may even be Lydia keeping that link between them alive, or even making it possible for it to exist. I have this headcanon that subconsciously she keeps calling him and allowing his presence around her all the time. She may sense a bond with him that she's currently unable to consciously notice. Betelgeuse feels the same bond and openly embraces it; he's an ancient, powerful soul, so he can see how the two of them are just meant to be together. But yes, I already totally talked about this in the other post.

More headcanon stuff: At the end of the sequel, when Betelgeuse shows up in Lydia's bed (and possibly in her nightmare, too, unless they were sharing the same dream), that it might've been Lydia's subconscious calling him right back to her after she banished him. There's a part of her that never wanted him gone. We can see how her face looks conflicted right after she sent Betelgeuse away. We can also see how her face went from scared and disgusted, to confused and surprised while they danced during the wedding scene. Lydia's heart was no doubt swayed, but she's struggling to come to terms with it. (You can clearly see how she's thinking "what the heck it was for real? This guy really loves me??" I totally didn't notice that the first time I watched that scene).

Anyway I'll leave this one up to here, lest I start repeating my points from the previous post (which I'm already doing, oops lol).

My Tl;dr for this post: Their psychic connection might have formed right after the first wedding, due to it being almost finalized. A link was formed and remained between their souls. Lydia might be keeping that link alive and calling Betelgeuse right back to her, subconsciously.

[llondonfog]

OHH okay Lilia accidentally or purposely killing some kind of bug in the house and Silver cries because the bug was his friend…

six sentence story prompt ! (that end up over six sentences lmao)

the ladybug had fast become one of silver's constant little companions; more often than not, lilia would spot the tiny creature nestled innocently within those silken locks or sunning itself on the back of his hand while the boy napped, basking in the warmth of the springtime.

"five spots," silver had informed him with the solemn expression of one imparting worldly secrets as the ladybug scampered over his gentle fingertips that were raised for his father's inspection. lilia had fought to keep an intrigued face despite the creep of an amused smile tugging at his lips, so terribly enchanted by this child that spoke with the gravity of fae fifty times his senior. "five like me, papa!"

so it was quite clear by that enamored declaration that the ladybug would become as permanent a fixture within their little family as a ladybug could be— silver cooing good morning at it as the tiny insect perched on a pincushion atop their bedside table and fluttered its wings in cheerful response— and surely that was what the ladybug itself had intended . . . until it had run afoul of lilia's cooking.

"alas, yet another unfortunate vic—soul," malleus hastily corrects himself under the withering and suspicious glare that lilia tosses his way as they stand (himself with a wailing toddler clinging to his knees, his prince with royal dignity and a proffered handkerchief) before the makeshift, clumsily made grave marking the final resting place of one, terminally loyal ladybug.

"remind me, how did this— ahem— terrible tragedy occur? if i recall from my studies, although thin on such miniscule creatures, not a single treatise mentioned that these— ladybugs, was it? curious name, humans are quite determined on personifying even the most insignificant of lifeforms— were ever recorded performing self-sacrificial acts."

while there had been plenty of sympathy shown to the sobbing child between them, there is no mistaking the cheekiness threatening to break free of malleus' sonorous voice. lilia merely lifts his lip in the faintest derisive curl before kneeling down to comfort his all too empathetic son as silver sniffles miserably and the wildflower bouquet in his hands wilts as if in shared grief.

"there, there, dear," he consoles the boy, a hand rubbing soothingly against his back. "it was a very brave ladybug, all the way to the end," even if it was a fairly stupid one, but such thoughts he keeps to himself, unsuccessfully if malleus' invisible grin is anything to go by. but what else should he call it, why would any sane creature twitter its wings in a manner that could only be called desperate as silver had begun to raise his father's latest concoction to his lips, only to dive-bomb into his spoon and thus ruin the healthy meal that lilia had so painstakingly crafted for his son by seizing up and perishing with such ingratitude?!

perhaps he ought to keep a better eye on silver's woodland friends— they've begun to strangely gather around the kitchen window at dinnertime lately . . .

[funnyscienceman]

ever think about how graves' pet name for TF is "sunshine"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi Raven! Have you seen the Disney 100 Jack birthday card art that has been circulating around yet? Any thoughts on the paintings? I think I remember you mentioning that the portraits would be good for figuring out what inspirations more ambiguous characters like Jack were twisted from.

The idea that the background frames for the new birthday series would reveal the explicit Disney reference for each TWST boy was popular fandom speculation when Platinum Suit Jamil was initially teased, NOT something actually ever confirmed, stated, or even implied by official TWST sources. Some people were also speculating that maybe the background frames were just the respective G7 of each boy's dormitory. We only had Jamil to go off of at the time, which didn't give us a lot of clear information since Jamil is both very clearly twisted from Jafar but is also in Scarabia, a dorm which has also has Jafar as its representative from the Great 7.

Then Platinum Jacket Ace came out in late September and seemed to continue the pattern of "the background shows one image that shows direct inspiration for the TWST boy"; there were heart card soldiers in one frame, which is what Ace seems to be twisted from. This made a lot of fans hype to finally get character inspiration confirmation for more ambiguous characters like Jack (which has been an ongoing debate in the fandom for years now).

***Spoilers for the main story, as well as Jack's Platinum Suit initial art + related discussion below the cut!***

... However, that ended up not being the case as soon as Jack's Platinum Suit card preview was released. Which brings us to today 😅 I think you see what the "issue" here is, right??? How can Jack, a wolf beastman, possibly be based on Rafiki, a baboon??? Mmmm, I don't have really anything to add regarding the actual frames? It is what it is, and though I will admit it got my hopes up when Jamil was first revealed, I also suspected it would be a long shot given how eclectic ("borrowing from many sources") some of the characters are.

I guess it was presumptuous for us to jump to a conclusion when we only knew about Jamil and even when we also knew about Ace; the problem is that two in a row doesn't make a pattern, just a coincidence. We need at least three to establish a pattern, and Jack here disrupts it. What we actually see here is that the frame to our left (the character's right) is likely just the painting the birthday boy chooses as a decoration for the Guest Room. (It is listed as “[Character’s] chosen painting” in Sam’s shop.) Alternatively, maybe some boys will have their character inspo if it is very clear (like how Jamil is twisted from Jafar) while the non-determinant characters like Ortho will get some other Disney character from the same film (ie Pain/Panic, the Fates, etc.) rather than a single specific inspo.

I think the TWST fandom is like... very fixated on picking ONE exact character that corresponds to each TWST boy just because the dorm leaders (ie the most iconic group in marketing) have clear inspirations. That expectation then gets extended to the rest of the cast, even though it's not true that everyone only takes inspiration from their own films--even the dorm leaders make references to and allude to various Disney properties. There's no harm in debating, having your own interpretation, or drawing parallels for fun, but it gets to a point where it's... fruitless??? To try to come to a firm conclusion on the subject. It may be less contentious to accept that some of the cast are a blend of inspirations, ideas, and motifs. Even the more "concrete" characters can functionally serve in multiple different roles or as correlates to many different Disney characters. Azul is twisted from Ursula, but he is also able to be Jamil's "Genie in the Lamp" (a line which Jamil actually uses to refer to Azul) for book 4. Vil is twisted from the Evil Queen, but he is the hero Hercules when he sacrifices his youth to rescue Idia from Tartarus. At the same time, you could argue that Ortho (who is very Pinocchio-esque, going from robot to "real boy"), also has Hercules traits and Vil is serving as a dual role as Megara, the damsel in distress. (More on that in this post!)

None of the TWST characters are bound to one movie or to the characters they're supposedly based off of, and this works to the IP's advantage. It allows each character to feel like their own person, not just a copy of or a reinvention of one Disney counterpart.

[violetasteracademic]

Fic writing on AO3 be like

[redinkquill]

daring dating

twisted fate

do I love him?

or do I hate?

[analligatorr]

I like to say I just adore your art so much it inspires me to just draw TFGraves more myself. (Been to shy to say anything lol)

I'd like to just throw in a small lil hc over TF and Graves that I just personally thought up.

I'd like to imagine that anytime Graves does something wild or just him being him. TF would be the type of "Everything you do- I just keep being reminded why I love you".

Just a lip personal funny to think about for wholesomeness✨

AAJDHEJKSK🥺🥺 Thank you so much!!! i'm super happy to hear that, fr!! It's still strange knowing that i inspire someone, like, it's a lot to take in, but in a good way

AND YEAH, ITS BASICALLY CANON!! and I want to add something else: Malcolm Graves is the only person capable of taking T.F. off track, the only person who destabilizes him. Graves' chaotic and unpredictable nature conflicts with Tobias' rational and cowardly nature. I think it makes him feel alive as a whole. T.F. whenever he finds something that prevents him from following a plan, he runs away, but with Graves it's different, running away made T.F. lose him, and it was one of his worst regrets.

Graves affects him in ways where his whole pose as the best gambler in the world falls apart with any gesture of his, and Graves knows this in a somewhat mild way, he thinks it affects T.F. just knowing him.

But we just have to see how TF goes from 0 to 100 emotionally when Graves says or does anything. He can't contain his irritation, jealousy, concern or when Graves affected him simply saying his name in that scene on the Butcher's Bridge where there was CLEARLY a romantic tension.

So we can say that Graves is Twisted Fate's biggest weakness.

[mofsblog]

Tfgraves is one of those ships that, on a very surface level, looks very domestic and kinda fluffy like haha bickering cowboy pirate gay people who are in love but also stupid haha, AND THEN YOU READ THEIR ACTUAL LORE AND BACKSTORY AND ITS JUST

Don't get me wrong, I love them, and they are surprisingly pretty functional despite everything that happened, but if I start thinking too hard about their "divorce era" (it's not technically a divorce era if they weren't technically dating but i dont care, being divorced is based on vibes/hj), I get a little insane about it

[francisravel]

WRITEBLR INTRO

Hello from the voids of Fate! My name is Francis Ravel. I am a writer of every genre and style, and it is my personal goal to create so many tales that people begin to think I was divinely cursed to be mad or terrifyingly in control.

I have *backstory*, but if anything, it has made me absolutely set in my goal to change the world for the better. It is my sincerest wish to make art that will inspire those who have gone through similar things to persevere, and learn to love to live, so that one day I in turn will get to hear their story.

My current WIP, which will most likely be my main work for the next 20 years, is entitled Night Myths and Day Mares. Book one is available now, and Book two is well on its way to being completed.

I hope every writer, would be writer, hopeful writer, or person who wishes to one day put pen to paper will reach out. I can't wait to see the worlds you've created, and I hope you will allow me to give you a tour through my creations.

For more information, and to purchase NMDM Book 1: Twisted Ash, please visit www.francisravel.com

[lividlilgirl]

The Foreigner in Wonderland

(First text post. I just needed to infodump some stuff. I love reading other’s AUs, HCs and what-ifs/Imagines/Scenarios of X and Y series etc. Tried fanfic. My job and life can’t so this IS gonne BE hectic. Hope anyone reading find it as interesting as I did.)

[💟 🦁]  /  🐙 🐍 /

The first thing you notice upon being conscious is being on fire. Next to the torrent of information you’re remembering. Or acquiring.

You are a servant. You’re name is... ███ That is your name right? Even so it feels alien to you. 

Back at hand, the cat-like beast shouts about you suddenly appearing, and for you to give him your robes. You can review the information given to you along the way.

- 

It was easy, getting Grim to settle down, though unwillingly. You meet the Headmage, to his surprise. He ignores you when you tell him Grim isn’t your familiar. Seemingly, more than happy to continue on, and so, the other coffins open up, with no fire this time.

Each student that weren’t a student at NRC already. You’re in timeout, seemingly for bringing a “rowdy familiar” with you, so you go up to the sorting hat last. Huh, another old memory. Your vessel’s chock full of refences.

“My name is  ███.”

“... There is more than one soul with this one. They’re full of magic but of unclear origins. Therefore no Dorm truly suits this one.”

-

Grim saw this as an opportunity to show his stuff. Saying how he should take your place in this school. You weren’t meant to be here anyway. You were summoned here, but by who? Who indeed. Whatever the reason, you know one thing. The will of this land wishes to be saved. So why not?

Headmage Dire Crowley, just as he was about to spout some other nonsense again you speak over him.

“This is a school for those with potential in magic, no? If you’re so gracious, would you allow me to choose my own dorm?”

For some reason, other than the history and facts of this world you also gained knowledge of some people of this land. Mainly The Great Seven and the Headmage. Disney! Somewhere inside you you can’t help feeling nostalgic.

✧*✧*✧

Heartslabyul

You thought it’d be a long process to get sorted into your choice of dorm. Apparently not, maybe cause you weren’t a student yet.

Feeling half sorry and half endeared by Grim, you Gracioused your way into getting him accepted into NRC. Much to your Housewarden’s anger.

Riddle doesn’t know what to make of you. He knows what to do if a student get put into Heartslabyul or chooses to transfer here. Not you though. So he pays extra attention and is slightly more strict towards you.

Ace taunts Grim, he disregards you when you showed to be more knowledgeable than him about the Seven. You defend Grim and it starts a one-sided fight.

Because of your superhuman speed, Ace, You and Grim get to cleaning the cafeteria. Ace does something he isn’t supposed to which brings Deuce to speak up about being good students. A Fight starts and property damage ensues.

By the end of the week though, you four become well acquainted. Because friends is a no no word for the bickering Adeuce duo.

Cater becomes acquainted with you guys easily, even being the one to mentioned the Ramshackle Dorm. Which becomes your hangout spot and where Ace decides to hunker down when he gets collared.

Since your abilities/”magic” or magecraft is different from theirs you speedrun painting the roses instead with just a brush. Cater is intrigued and wants to take more pics with you.

Trey as usual is brotherly to all, and you. He’s extra worried when you decide to challenge Riddle along with Adeuce and Grim.

You easily could have become Housewarden but you just want to prove a point, and it’s just a huge responsibilty. So Riddle Overblots early but no worries, your abilites were practically made to stop this!

In the end, Heartslabyul is just kinda family like to you and you enjoy their companionship fully

Savanaclaw

Leona could care less as long as you don’t interfere. He does know a strong opponent when he sees one. And not smell one, your smell is magic but also not. It also encompasses your entire being so- a headache for tomorrow. 

Ruggie’s tasked to get you to join their team and to go to practice. 

It also acts as a way to keep an eye on you. Thanks! He doesn’t have to baby Leona as much! Now he’s just tailing you. You let him, as he’s no threat to you. Which is also what gets you to eat more and act more human. 

You invite him to join you after a while, to which you become buddy-ish. Even if you hangout with Adeuce or just Grim more. Yeah, Grim is in Savanaclaw with you, so enjoy the catfights over food from Grim and Ruggie.

Jack is distant, he does his own thing. He’s intrigued by you but it’s none of his business. Up until you and Heartslabyul asks him about the potential foul plays. To which he gets roped into our investigation.

He admires your strength, tactical prowess and just overall and actual sense of Justice? He thinks? You say it’s just because you want to but... And as he makes a big deal of calling you an idiot, it’s no less admirable. Unlike the Adeuce group.

In the end you foul Leona’s plans, you still play magift with Savanaclaw which even things out a lot.

Though you do let the other dorms take their out on some of your members a little. Ha! Oh and this one Horned guy that nearly overpowered you during magift. Not that you were paying attention to him. You tried your best and both your houses tied. Phew! that was more of a mental workout remembering all the positions! 

You meet Cheka when you “wake up” in the infirmary. Diasomnia might have won if you didn’t block the last disk shot with your head. to which you “faint” afterwards.

You also take jabs at teasing Leona about being “Unca!” during this, while petting Grim as he got to participate in the matches. He got a little beat afterwards.

So Savanaclaw is just a group of housecats to you, and you enjoy as much of their time as they let you.

[selsieeeo]

Tell me a Story

Inspired by @llondonfog post and the comment section of that post of Silver being Lilia’s original son 500 years ago but lost him due to the war that happened between Briar Valley and a neighbouring human kingdom. He finds him again 500 years later reborn as an abandoned human child and names him Silver and takes him in.

“What’s true Malleus?” he asked.

“I heard rumours that you used to have a son,” Malleus answered.

Ah, that.

Lilia hummed sadly. “Well, I shouldn’t be hiding the truth from the crown prince now should I?”

“Is it true?” The dragon fae prodded again.

Lilia only could pause before answering, saddened at the reminder that he used to have a son. “Yes. It is true. I did use to have a son.”

“What happened to him?” The younger fae asked.

“Hmm…you know, he would be older than you and you would have an older brother,” Lilia said teasing him.

The crown prince huffed. “That didn’t answer my question.”

Lilia stared at him and Malleus saw for a second a hint of sadness behind those blood-red eyes before he hid the sadness. “Why don’t I tell you a story?”

‘Once upon a time, there was a vampire. He was a cautious creature but had recently been blessed with something.

A child.

He adored his child so much. Even as a vampire, he was usually alone but now he had a son by his side to keep him company.

Then the vampire was called away. It was to assist in a war between a human kingdom and the fae kingdom he lived in. He went away leaving his son behind, promising him that he’ll come back.

As the war waged on, the vampire became one of the most decorated war generals and was hailed as a hero.

One day as the war continued to wage on, he went home briefly to visit his son.

One mustn’t forget that you will make many enemies during a war.

The vampire forgot.

When he returned home, he found his home burnt to a crisp. And what of his son? He found his son dead, impaled by a spear covered in iron.’

The young dragon fae widened his eyes as he made a realization of what happened to his mentor’s son.

Lilia could only nod sadly as he was reminded of the events that separated him from his son forever.

The fae general had just returned to his home to visit his son before he was whisked away by war. What he hadn’t expected was his home collapsed sustaining burns. He could only stare in shock for a few seconds before rushing in when he realized his son was most likely still in there.

He searched nonstop in the pile of burnt wood and broken furniture desperate to find his beloved son.

Then he finally found him. Not in a state that he would like him to be.

He uncovered the last of the fallen debris that was covering his son. The first thing he saw was the spear impaling his son. The spear was covered in iron.

His heart dropped.

“No…no…no…” Lilia muttered. He felt himself going into a state of shock to see his fallen son in a state like this.

He took the spear impaling his son, giving himself small burns and cradled his child in his arms.

He felt tears falling down his face. Strange. he did rarely cry. He continued to cry as the reality that his son was dead finally hit him.

Soon later on he would build a grave for his son. As he stared at the buried body, he said. “I’ll find you again. Be it five hundred years or even one thousand.” His voice cracked. “My beloved son, I know we will meet again.”

“Papa that’s such a sad story.” Silver said with a frown.

“Perhaps it was.”

“Do you think the father and son finally met each other again?” his son asked.

“...perhaps they did.”

“Then they’re living a very happy life then.” Silver concluded happily.

Lilia thought back to when he found Silver. An abandoned human baby alone in the woods. He stared at the child of man until he opened his eyes. They were an auroral colour. He recognized those eyes anywhere. His son five hundred years ago had only one difference from him. That difference was his eyes, they weren’t a blood-red colour but an auroral colour.

Lilia smiled at his human son. “Yes, they are very happy.”

[funnyscienceman]

valoran city staple