#valorant ember

[petuniathespiderfromheaven]

"What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?"

[petuniathespiderfromheaven]

Well....

Looks like this ship is not going to exist anymore

(Vyse used to work with Viper and since Viper knows Ember's parents....)

ALL PATHS END HERE // Vyse Agent Trailer

[chromoluminary]

I love being in a fandom for a thing that like, maybe maximum 50 or 60 people know exists

[pupsmailbox]

NEUTRAL LEANING MASC NAMES ⌇　abner.　 abram.　 adam.　 adrian.　 alex.　 alistair.　 andreas.　 ariel.　 arlen.　 arley.　 arlo.　 ash.　 atlas.　 auden.　 august.　 austin.　 avery.　 bailey.　 baron.　 barrett.　 baylor.　 beauden.　 bee.　 bellamy.　 bennett.　 blair.　 blaise.　 bowen.　 brayden.　 brendan.　 bronson.　 bryce.　 byron.　 caius.　 caleb.　 callahan.　 callan.　 calloway.　 callum.　 camden.　 cameron.　 carlin.　 carson.　 casey.　 cassian.　 chandler.　 chase.　 cody.　 cole.　 connolly.　 corban.　 corwin.　 cyrus.　 dallas.　 damion.　 damon.　 daniel.　 darius.　 davis.　 dawson.　 daylon.　 denver.　 desmond.　 devin.　 doran.　 dorian.　 drew.　 elian.　 elias.　 ellery.　 ellison.　 emery.　 ethan.　 evan.　 ezra.　 fallen.　 farren.　 finley.　 ford.　 foster.　 gabriel.　 gannon.　 garner.　 gavin.　 gentry.　 graham.　 greer.　 griffin.　 guthrie.　 harley.　 harlow.　 hartley.　 hayden.　 henley.　 henry.　 heron.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ian.　 irving.　 isaiah.　 jace.　 james.　 jameson.　 jared.　 jeremiah.　 joel.　 jonah.　 joran.　 jordan.　 jory.　 josiah.　 jovian.　 jude.　 julian.　 juno.　 justus.　 kalen.　 kamden.　 kay.　 kayden.　 keaton.　 kellan.　 keller.　 kelly.　 kendon.　 kieran.　 kit.　 kylan.　 landry.　 lane.　 lennon.　 leslie.　 levi.　 leyton.　 liam.　 linden.　 lowell.　 luca.　 madden.　 marley.　 marlow.　 marshall.　 martin.　 mason.　 mathias.　 mercer.　 merritt.　 micah.　 miles.　 miller.　 milo.　 morgan.　 morrie.　 morrison.　 nate.　 nevin.　 nick.　 nicky.　 nico.　 nicolas.　 noah.　 noel.　 nolan.　 oren.　 orion.　 owen.　 parker.　 percy.　 perrin.　 peyton.　 pierce.　 porter.　 preston.　 quincy.　 quinn.　 reece.　 reid.　 reign.　 rein.　 remi.　 remington.　 renley.　 riley.　 river.　 robin.　 rollins.　 ronan.　 rory.　 rowan.　 russell.　 ryan.　 rylan.　 sam.　 samuel.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 seth.　 shiloh.　 soren.　 spencer.　 stellan.　 sterling.　 talon.　 taylor.　 thaddeus.　 thane.　 theo.　 toni.　 tracy.　 tristan.　 tyrus.　 valor.　 warner.　 wells.　 wesley.　 whitten.　 william.　 willis.　 wylie.　

NEUTRAL LEANING FEM NAMES ⌇　abigaël.　 abilene.　 addison.　 adrian.　 ainsley.　 alexis.　 and.　 andrea.　 arden.　 aria.　 ashley.　 aspen.　 aubrey.　 autumn.　 avery.　 avian.　 ayla.　 bailey.　 beryl.　 blair.　 blaire.　 blake.　 briar.　 brooklyn.　 brooks.　 bryce.　 cameron.　 camille.　 casey.　 celeste.　 channing.　 charlie.　 chase.　 collins.　 cordelia.　 courtney.　 daisy.　 dakota.　 dana.　 darby.　 darcy.　 delaney.　 delilah.　 devin.　 dylan.　 eden.　 eisley.　 elia.　 ellerie.　 ellery.　 ellie.　 elliot.　 elliott.　 ellis.　 ellory.　 ember.　 emelin.　 emerson.　 emery.　 evelyn.　 ezra.　 fallon.　 finley.　 fiore.　 florence.　 floris.　 frances.　 greer.　 gwenaël.　 hadley.　 harley.　 harper.　 haven.　 hayden.　 heike.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ivy.　 jade.　 jamie.　 jocelyn.　 jordan.　 jude.　 juno.　 kelly.　 kelsey.　 kendall.　 kennedy.　 koda.　 kyrie.　 lacey.　 lane.　 leighton.　 lennon.　 lennox.　 lesley.　 leslie.　 lilian.　 lindsay.　 loden.　 logan.　 lou.　 lyric.　 madison.　 mallory.　 marinell.　 marley.　 mckenzie.　 melody.　 mercede.　 meredith.　 mio.　 misha.　 monroe.　 montana.　 morgan.　 nico.　 nova.　 oakley.　 olympia.　 owen.　 page.　 palmer.　 parker.　 pat.　 paulie.　 perri.　 petyon.　 peyton.　 phoenix.　 piper.　 priscilla.　 quinn.　 raven.　 ray.　 reagan.　 reece.　 reese.　 remi.　 remy.　 riley.　 rio.　 river.　 robin.　 rory.　 rosario.　 rowan.　 ryan.　 rylie.　 sacha.　 sage.　 sam.　 sammy.　 santana.　 sasha.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 severin.　 shannon.　 shelby.　 shiloh.　 skye.　 skylar.　 sloane.　 sol.　 soleil.　 sterling.　 stevie.　 sutton.　 swan.　 swann.　 sydney.　 tatum.　 taylo.　 taylor.　 tracey.　 valentine.　 vanya.　 vivendel.　 vivian.　 vivien.　 wren.　 wynn.　 yael.

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

‘Valor Armor’

Ready for a very niche, convoluted thought process for this piece?

I love the ember, charged, and frostbite armors of TotK and I ALSO am still obsessed with The Inner Warriors so I wanted to make a dragon armor set for Warriors based on his dragon form.

Enjoy!

[ask-valiant-victory]

"It is so I do not do it again." He cheerfully smiled, though it was a grim comparison, it seemed to help him grasp the concept better. All he could really do was associate new ideas with the ones he had already learned.

"This 'guilt' pain… it conflicts with the pain from Arceus." He mumbled, his moment of clarity was short-lived. "If it is so I do not repeat the actions again, I do not know if I can listen to this.. 'guilt' emotion. The pain from Arceus hurts much worse." Somehow his confusion got worse, however, it wasn't towards the explanation of emotions but rather the situation it put him in. Guilt hurts, but Arceus also hurts. Though one was mental and the other one was physical, he didn't like feeling either of them. "I..."

"I don't like feeling pain."

"Guilt hurts me... Arceus hurts me..." He felt conflicted, he couldn't possibly listen to both, there was no clear solution to this problem and that bothered him. He wasn't the best at understanding things that weren't straightforward and clearly defined. The only explanation that made sense was...

This was all his fault. This was why he was being punished. It was all because he deserved it. It had to be. Right? Arceus was always right, they were perfect, flawless and well, guilt seemed like some strange unseen entity far beyond his control or understanding. So far disconnected from him he didn't even associate it with being part of himself. What else could it possibly be? "Is... Is this... what misery feels like? Being trapped?" He suddenly asked before his gaze fell once again. "I feel bad. Very bad." He couldn't do this anymore, he shuffled back a bit pulling his legs close for comfort it was something he learned soothed him.

"I can't anymore... I'm sorry." It was far too confusing and upsetting, instead, he forced his attention to something he did know and understand. The answer to her question.

"That was when they gifted me my collar, it was so I could be punished much more efficiently." He gestured to the ring around his neck. "Before it, Arceus would usually try to hurt me normally. But, this body, it cannot feel pain... so it did nothing more than cause me to bleed. But I knew blood was not good, so usually I listened." "However, around that time, I found I stopped caring if I bled. If I died. After all, I just come back, again and again. No matter what."

"To various similar reasons, most of the time however it was..."

"… I also stopped asking as well, I do not like asking anymore, so I do not do it. I found when I knew why, the 'guilt' emotion you explained became far worse. " "Feeling things is… distressing. I try to avoid the things that cause the feelings... But I cannot avoid my tasks. So, I try to limit my time with mortals. I make things quick, effective and brief."

[In response to this]

The way Valiant said he felt about guilt and envy was unsurprising, but his confusion left Tsubayuki disheartened once again. To have lived for so long, ignorant of the feelings that would come from killing others and destroying lives. Only to suddenly be given awareness of them because some heartless god wasn't happy with you? She can't imagine it being anything short of miserable.

Her expression softened as he looked back down at the floor. She fought back a scowl at the mention of arceus once more. The sound of ice crunching in her fists as she clenched them. The air around her grew cold enough for a crystal flurry to form as the zoroark went on about how uncomfortable these motions made him feel. And in a demeanor that reminds her of a child just trying to make sense of things around him.

It was almost too much for her to keep calm.

But then she noticed something.

He paused.

He paused after he told her guilt makes his job difficult. And she felt a spark of hope for him from what she heard next. And then the lopunny's heart sank.

There truly was so much Valiant didn't know, and so much for her to explain. And yet she'd be damned twice over if she didn't do her best.

There was a pause as Tsubayuki sat there, looking Valiant in the eyes, there being confliction within her own as she thought about how to answer his questions.

"No. Emotions are... A wonderful thing. And it is fine to be confused as they can be rather complex. But they are a part of what makes us who we are. Including you, even with how few you have felt so far. And the negative emotions play a part in that just as much as the positive ones. As they all have a purpose for existing." She explained.

"Guilt is supposed to hurt so you will be less inclined to repeat what made you feel it again. As feeling joy will lead you to want to do more of what gives you that feeling. And there are many other positive emotions like joy that you can feel with the negative ones."

"Emotions can also tell you something about someone from what they feel in response to certain things. For example, you feeling guilt from hurting and killing tells me you are not a bad mon. Because someone who is bad would not have such a feeling from that." She continued.

"I do hope this all making a bit more sense to you. As someone who has been able to remain myself thanks to my emotions. I would encourage you to try and discover more of them. And I could tell you more about them if you would like." Tsubayuki said with a sypathetic smile. However that smile faded as ice started to cover the bottom of the lopunny's ear fluff as she tried to remain composed for what she was about to say next.

"And yes, what you see in others is indeed called fear. An emotion one often feels when their life is being threatened." Tsubayuki's tone grew stern as ice crept further up her ears. "And I have no doubt in my mind that these negative emotions making your job hard is exactly why arceus did not want you to have them in the first place." She stated. Her stoic gaze drifting to the floor as she clenched her fists again.

She knew that was why. But for Valiant's sake, she needed to say it out loud. However at this point, the lopunny would've been unable to keep that thought to herself. But that did beg the question for her. Does this arceus have a reason for having this zoroark kill for them?

She figured now would be a good a time as any to ask.

Tsubayuki looks back up at the zoroark before her with a slightly less stoic expression. "If I may ask, does arceus ever tell you what it is that these mortal do to justify sending you after them?" She felt she knew the answer but at this point she needed to hear it for herself. However she also knew this was not what the conversation was about. And would not blame Valiant for wishing to continue talking more about emotions instead.

[ @ask-valiant-victory ]

[melodiclune]

And Then There Were Two

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@trafficzine 5th Edition: This is my piece!!! A retelling of the Pearl and Scar duel.

There's a secret task I had to follow writing this... can you tell what it is?? (Answer at the end of the piece.)

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Pearl never wanted to make it to the end.

Everything she’s done, had been for her Mounders, her loyalty had dictated it so.

Mumbo had died first, to the posts round the bend. Then Bdubs and Joel in the same fell swoop, barely a moment to process it, a tale of woe. 

They left Pearl to ally with the one person on the server with no real friend. With Gem now gone, she already knew how this would go. 

But when she offered Scar her life earlier, he opposed the idea vehemently. “I refuse. We go out together. I genuinely don’t want to win that much anyway,” he declared. Nobody else would know the pain and exhaustion fighting solo brought, honestly. And she had respected his words, looking ahead. 

A duel he had wanted, so a duel he’d get, she thought, raising her sword unwillingly. Here, with just the two of them left, Scar looks at her, bow drawn.

The dogs had to go first, Scar decided. Pearl watches as he sets off the TNT, the shadow of her past win clasping her heart in phantom pain. With nobody left to die but them, Scar lets his arrow loose, resolute and undaunted. It lodges into her side, the sharp fall in her health telling how little time she had before she’d be slain. 

She weaves in and out of the swarm of mobs, sword at the ready by her side as she laughs at the poetry. What a fight, between two crazed fools who remember the hollowness of living in total isolation. Neither of them fighting for the win, and their duel being the final one nothing short of irony. She darts away from the crowd of zombies and spiders, avoiding embers from their sunlit flames, but not escaping the fire in Scar’s expression.

His eyes are bright, filled with grief she recognises in herself. His shots fly everywhere, frantic just as he is. And there’s nothing she can do but mourn. In her emotional haze, her own sword strikes miss.

One of his determined arrows finally lands, square in her shoulder, the burning pain screaming from the force in the shot. She ignores the sting (it’s nothing she hasn’t felt before), turning to swipe her sword angled with the sunlight to start a fire. Scar makes a shocked sound, indignant as he douses himself with water, her strike all for naught. The numbness in her shoulder spreads; she can’t lift her arm high up now, her situation dire.

Pearl never wanted to make it to the end.

Everything she had done, had been for her allies.

She sees the defensive instinct backing every action that only someone with no one has, and chooses to treat him as a friend. She sees the slow, deep breaths Scar takes, the breaks in his voice and forced banter, and identifies the weariness she once held in her own scarlet guise.

There’s gold fruit glinting in her inventory, all she needs to rejuvenate herself, with a quick bite and swallow. It’s all she needs to last longer than Scar, clearly exhausted from all his fights (victories) on their last day. Instead, she leaves it untouched, looking at the dance he wishes to lead with valor alone, choosing to follow. There is no doubt who remains standing after this, but she’s ready to accept her fate as it comes her way.

But then she gets a little too close, and he sets the TNT down in a quick moment that sends her heart into a fright. Swiftly backing away is all she can do, the boom behind her loud and terrifying. It’s enough to have her disregard all logic, expression lighting up in a mirror of his desperation, and she turns her sword into him with all her might. But it’s enough for Scar to strike another arrow into her heart, brutal and damning.

Arrow after arrow, swipe after swipe, they trade blows, but Pearl knows he has more health than she does. His kill on Gem had ensured it. Her measly two and a half hearts wouldn’t last her much longer, and so she raises her shield as she goes. He draws another arrow from his diminishing quiver, lips pulled into a thin line as he sets it loose, only for Pearl to counter the hit.

“Behind you,” he says, tone lined with concern that Pearl knows to doubt.

A split-second long look back, and then she’s turning back with the smallest smile on her face.

“Oh, you really tried it right now,” she replies, but she sees something worth calling out.

His call may have been fake, but hers are something he ought to listen to with grace. 

“You better look behind you,” she starts carefully, voice lined with concern she knows he’s not going to trust easy. “Uh Scar, look behind you. I’m serious.”

To his credit, he does, however uneasy.

But it’s frenzied in a way that she knows means he’s scared of turning his back to her, and she can’t blame him. He misses the zombie, choosing to aim one of his incredible arrows straight at her. She skips across quickly, shield at the ready as the projectile sails past her, but the margin is slim. And yet, after everything, she wants him to be safe, for his victory to occur.

“Behind you Scar,” she starts, but it’s too late. He’s nocked another arrow, and this time it lands its mark with ease. It sends her flying back, and she knows it’s time for her to meet her fate.

“Ah, jeez.”

Pearl never wanted to make it to the end.

Everything she had done, had been for the people she loves with loyalty.

It’s inevitable, how she falls into the ravine she missed earlier, truly something to reprehend. (The same, frantic turn Scar had done, and suddenly she realises why it felt so familiar to see.) A chuckle barely leaves her lips, oddly subdued. Things had gone just as she wanted them to, and the fall makes her feel oddly free.

Pearl never wanted to make it to the end.

Everything she did, had been so that nobody would ever be as alone as she was, in this terrible game that stole their spark.

Before she hits the ground, she can only hope Scar sees the zombie that’s making its way towards him without prelude.

And then she does hit the ground, and all is dark.

[n4tsum1-san]

i'm like 90% feixiao doesn't have a tail because of borisin gene mutations

her affliction (moon rage) seems like a perfect match with the description of valorous bracelet of grappling hooks, which says that a lot of rescued foxians have mixed borisin heritage:

It is rumored that the foxian warriors of the Verdant Knights often rescued worlds ruled by the borisin. These foxians born in "fallen territories" have mixed bloodlines, occasionally producing individuals exhibiting atavistic mutations. These foxian individuals are conscripted as war slaves, driven by their wolf-headed masters to serve as vanguards before battles and as cannon fodder to delay attacks by Xianzhou ships. "Join the Verdant Knights, and we will give you the chance to seek revenge against your wolf-headed masters!" During recruitment and training, the general remembered saying this to the young foxian girl. But she felt guilty for the latter half of the sentence that she couldn't bring herself to say: "Like me, you were born for war and will die for war." Although the war slaves possessed strength and speed comparable to their wolf-headed masters, their mutations also depleted their life and sanity. When their will was burnt to embers by rage, they would descend into bloodthirsty monsters. When pure bestial fury rules their bodies and after completing the final hunt and chase of this life, these gauntlets will become shackles that bind their hands, never to be separated from flesh and blood again.

this also explains why yaoqing foxians are genetically similar to the borisin, at least according to dan shu

i wonder if ruan mei could cure her condition?

[thehypertuna]

Taash in the new IGN video asking if you know about the Hall of Valor and before you can get a word in, she's just like "Just tell me when you're ready 😕" is driving me crazy. I want to bear her straightforward and blunt children. I want her to take my Rook on every single rug in her gym bro babygirl dungeon. I want to kiss her eyelashes and get lost in deep conversation by the warm embers of the breath-lit fires near her bed, her head against my chest, her horns pressed against me, as we lock in a tender yet muscular embrace underneath the sheets. The arduous wait to meet her is as long as her braided silver hair and gold-bejewelled horns. By the Stone, how am I to survive until Halloween…

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

🦈Rocking The Boat🩸

[Synopsis]: Azul offered MC/Yuu to perform a gif at the Monstro Lounge and let them choose what kind of performance they would do. Except he didn’t console with them as the Octo-schemer learned too late.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[WARNING]: Foul language in the song and best advise to lower your volume when listening to the song.

[A/N]: This is one of my favorite songs from Ice Nine Kills when I first listened to their album, “The Silver Scream.” I highly recommend to lower your volume settings since the song can be loud in some parts and wouldn’t want to damage your ears.

[Ice Nine Kills - Rocking The Boat (ft. Jeremy Schwartz)]

[Monstro Lounge]

MC/Yuu: Are you sure you want me to perform?

Azul: Of course! You must have songs from your world many never heard of until now. It should bring more customers in.

MC/Yuu: Alright, but fair warning: it can get loud. Best to give a disclaimer if there’s anyone who may be sensitive to hearing and flashing lights. We also need a heads-up to any Mer-shark people who are present during the show.

Azul: Why would you need to add that?

MC/Yuu: You’ll see.

[8:30 p.m.]

Jade: Evening everyone. Tonight will be a grand show starring The Prefect from the Ramshackle Dorm. Before we start the special night, there will be warnings of high volumes and flashy light effects. We may also warn Mer-Shark civilians of the show.

Mer-Shark People in the audience: Why would they warn us?

Jade: They informed me it is a song about a great white shark that kills people.

Mer-Shark People: Oooh yeah.

Jade: Now, let the show begin.

[The lights dimmed and smoke effects cover the stage. Then reveals MC/Yuu, with a microphone in hand and inhales…]

MC/Yuu:

SHARK!!!!

Coast guard, this is the Orca. Do you read me?

Four and a half miles due east of Amity Island

This is an official distress call, over

We all know a place

That appears so sublime

But if you dive a little deeper

You'll hit the real bottom line

The head of the town is out there flashing his teeth

A telltale sign about to surface

That there's a monster lurking underneath

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So cast a line for every life they took

It's time to set the-

Lilia, as the supporting lines: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

We all know a place

Where the calm flees at night (night, night)

And safe is just a shadow

So we swim towards the light

If this voyage of valor

Put us on deck for death

We'll compare scars with each other

Until our very last breath

Lilia: Yeah!

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So reel it in with every trick in the book

It's time to set the-

Lilia: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

Coastguard, this is the Orca again

We need you out here now

The boat is under attack, it's a great white, over

Roger that, ETA fifteen minutes, over

In fifteen minutes we'll be fucking shark bait

Last chance to make amends

Lilia: So try to stay afloat

With sharks like you among us

Lilia: We'll need a bigger boat

Sold us down the river

Lilia: So the rich could stay rich

But now you've been caught

Lilia: So smile…

You son of a bitch

Sinking with the burning embers

Should be any sign of doubt

That this tale will be remembered

And the tide will forever flush them out

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

[After the song was finished, the audience applauded and whistled.]

[After the show]

Azul: Prefect, that was…

Floyd: AWESOME! Shrimpy surprised everyone tonight.

MC/Yuu: Thanks, but you can compliment Lilia for his vocals.. It wasn't easy screaming the parts and had to practice. It woke the Ghosts up because they thought a Banshee came by.

Azul: The song came from your world and based on a killer shark.

MC/Yuu: Yeah, from Steven Spielberg's movie "Jaws". I still get excited to watch parts where Bruce gets his victims in the water.

Azul: You scare me sometimes, Prefect. You really do.

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[sailorscooby]

A Little Less Touch Starved (Lace Harding/Rook)

Word Count: 2,239 NSFW F/F F!Human!Warden Rook Spoilers for Lace Harding's Romance In-Game

Notes: I've been burnout for a while. Playing Veilguard and finally romancing Lace Harding after 10 years of waiting was the first creative spark I've had in too long. There are a few other scenes kicking around in my head that I hope to add to this at some point soon. Listened on repeat while writing. Thank you for reading.

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Over a year of traveling with Harding, and Rook barely dared to dream this was really happening.

A year of harboring feelings for the Scout, from the first day she and Varric had come to find Rook after dropping that building on the darkspawn. One smile, one laugh, one glimpse of the sunshine on those freckles was enough to stir the butterflies in Rook's stomach. One draw of Harding's bow, the whoop of victory any time an enemy fell… well, Rook had seen her fair share of fights as a Warden to recognize the hunger it brought to life in her as well - heat and desire to be the one under Harding's expert eye.

And on more than one night, quietly tucked away in the privacy of her own tent, Rook indulged in those fantasies. Imagining the crush of their bodies together, wishing the skin beneath her fingertips belonged to her companion. The near permanent flush in Rook's cheeks went unquestioned, a stroke of luck the Warden thanked Andraste for each day.

But then, they found Solas - the broken man, the trickster god, the false friend - and everything… shifted.

It was Rook's call for Harding to join her in disrupting the ritual. Rook's fault that Lace was so badly injured.

The dwarf had seemed so sturdy beneath all that armor before, but only now with a safe place to land like the lighthouse did Rook see the softness Harding carried. Checking in on the dutiful scout in her garden of a room became a ritual of its own, and each time seemed to draw the string binding them together tighter.

It was Harding who asked what they were, if the feeling was mutual. And it was all Rook could do to not ask to act on the desires she had harbored for the past year immediately.

Each venture out of the lighthouse pulled them closer, closer, closer… until they found themselves alone in the hall of valor, finally acting on those feelings…

Lyrium poisoning was a cost well worth getting to kiss Lace Harding. Rook knew this to be true above all else in the hours after her recovery. The sparkles behind her eyes faded ever so slightly with each new breath the Warden took. The soft sounds of water stirring grounded her, an understanding that she was in Lace's room, not her own in the Lighthouse. The next deep inhale came with an accompanying sigh as Rook was fully enveloped by Lace's scent in the bedroll and pillow.

"You knew and didn't tell me. And you kissed me anyways--stupid."

Rook rolled to her side, finding those watchful eyes of the inquisition locked on her. Intense, curious, confused, and something more. A fair assessment, but Rook wouldn't have traded that kiss for anything.

"Yup," said the Warden, eyes trailing across Lace's face to the collar of her shirt. Down strong arms to large, dexterous hands wearing a hole into the cloth of the armchair. Rook took her time meeting Lace's eyes again, and was pleased to see the tinge of pink creep up the scout's neck. "I wasn't going to let your weird new powers get in the way. Not when you said you wanted to kiss me so badly."

"I did! I do! Ugh!" Each admission from Harding was accompanied by a flail of a hand gesture, the muscles in her forearms appearing taut. Rook licked her lips without thinking, the embers of that fire sparking to life in her core.

"Then what's the problem?" She took another deep inhale, enjoying the vantage of looking up at the dwarf from where she lay on the floor.

"I--I can't believe that when we finally want to act on this, I can't touch you without poisoning you. It's not fair!" Harding threw her head back, lamenting, causing Rook's breath to catch as the scout revealed the gorgeous freckled line of her neck. Lace brought a hand to her face, covering her eyes with a groan. "Everyone else is allowed. It's like the Inquisition all over again."

Rook raised an eyebrow, not wanting to derail with questions around what Lace could possibly mean by that.

"I haven't noticed anything."

"Well you weren't the one to catch Neve and Lucanis in the kitchen. Right in front of my ham and jam slam!" A heartbeat, before the chuckle forced its way between Rook's lips. Lace scowled, and said "Aren't you frustrated?! I--" The dwarf looked away, the tinge of pink fully covering her cheeks and ears. Rook waited, unhurried. She would always listen to what Harding had to say. "I've been touch starved long enough as it is." Lace admitted, looking away.

Rook's laughter stopped as she sat upright, a serious gaze locked onto Lace. One hand reached towards her before abruptly pausing, Rook's eyebrows drawing together. "I've dreamed this for a long time, and-"

"You dreamed about me?" The innocent curiosity in Harding's voice made Rook's heart skip a beat.

"Yes, of course."

"What kind of dreams?" Lace looked as if she was putting together puzzle pieces. Rook enjoyed discussing dreams with Lace, given the dwarf had only recently started having them.

"Some like it's just another day on the road, like when we first met," Rook smiled easily, recalling the nights in her tent alone, "But more were… intimate." Rook's grin grew sheepish, but pushed forward at the excitement she saw reflected in the scout's eyes. "Different ways of telling you how I felt, or how our first kiss would be - definitely not what I imagined but it sure was memorable." Rook stood, moving to center herself in Lace's view of the room.

"What happened? In those dreams, that is," Harding's voice was full of wanting, eyes pleading with Rook for more.

"There were a lot about… touching… you," Rook tried to shake off her nerves, hands flitting from her hips to toying with the hem of her shirt.

The lightning bolt of heat that struck Rook's core made her blush, as an idea formed in her mind's eye. The Warden would ensure her Scout was taken care of, by any means necessary.

"I can tell you more, if you'll listen to me. Do what I say, let me show you what I've dreamed of." Rook said, voice laden with need.

Harding's eyes were alight with excitement and curiosity, and Rook wasn't blind to the shimmer of lyrium blue fighting its way to the surface. After a second, Lace's smile grew, the dwarf giving a nod to the warden. With a steadying breath, Rook pulled the cotton of her Warden fatigues over her head in one swift movement, freeing her breasts and toned abdomen to the humid air of Lace's room. She watched as Lace's eyes drank in the sight of her nipples, the small pink nubs hardening into stiff peaks.

"Your turn," Rook said as she sank back down to her knees between Lace's own - the leather of Lace's pants the only barrier between their skin.

Lace's pupils dilated before flashing lyrium blue, and Rook inhaled sharply.

"Harding," it was direct, an unspoken command left in the dwarf's name. The color in Lace's eyes flickered back and forth between blue lyrium and her own earthy green as she tried to fight for composure.

"Y-yeah, okay." Calloused hands pushed the fabric of Lace's linen shirt upwards, revealing the yarn tie of the front of her bra. Rook felt herself nearly growl, wishing it were her hands on Lace's skin.

"Untie it, or I'll lean in and do it myself. Lyrium be damned."

Lace's breath stuttered at whatever her imagination brought to mind at the threat, and Rook felt her own arousal throb. In a few quick movements, Lace had the bra cast open, revealing the pale skin peppered with freckles and two pale brown nipples standing tight at attention. Rook caught herself starting to lean forward and stopped, closing her eyes and taking a breath.

As badly as Rook wanted to touch, it would be stupid to poison herself. Again.

Rook's eyes snapped open, darting directly to meet Lace's own gaze.

"Let one hand trace back and forth above your pants. Drag your other hand up your abdomen and cup your left breast," Another direct command, and Rook watched as Lace shyly followed the order, breath light and fast in her throat. "Squeeze, letting your fingers graze against your nipple." Lace's eyes fluttered closed as she did so and Rook grinned, "Look at me."

Lace's breath hitched when their eyes met, and Rook couldn't help the magnetic pull drawing her closer, despite the lyrium danger.

"It's my hands touching you. It's my breath tickling at the hem of your pants, begging to go lower. Pull at your nipple and know it's me working you up like this." Rook's voice was dark with lust, breath growing heavier with each fleeting movement of Lace's hands against her own skin. She watched as Lace's legs shifted, pressing her thighs together as her covered knees and slippers flanked Rook's sides.

"Do you want more, Harding?"

"I want you, Rook," Harding's voice was needy, and Rook couldn't help the satisfied look on her face as she watched Lace's hand at her pants start to fumble for the button. Rook sat up, hands gripping the arms of the chair to push her face nearer to Lace's without touching - the static feeling in the air between them already enough of a warning of how strong the lyrium reaction could be.

"Then let me have you, Lace." The encouragement was enough, Lace biting her lip to suppress the moan as she loosed the button free and pushed her hand down through her bush and into her own wetness. Rook groaned, looking down between them to watch Lace's expert hand start to pleasure herself, slick against her arousal.

"I would slip between your lips to feel you, circling where you want me before pulling away…" Rook sat back again to watch more closely, wishing she could be the one touching Lace where she needed it most.

"Rook…" The softness in her voice made Rook look up, catching Lace's gaze. The heat there could melt the heavy armor in Rook's armoire, and Rook couldn't stop the devious smile spreading across her face.

"Now I would remember to give attention to your right breast, couldn't have it getting lonely," Rook teased. Lace complied, reaching to begin the same squeeze, twist, pull treatment to her thus far neglected nipple. With a huff, Rook held herself in place, hands clenched to stop herself from reaching out. "Start with one finger and slowly circle it around your clit."

Lace's eyebrows shot up, only to relax slightly as she found her pace, leaning back into the chair.

"I'd kiss my way from your neck, down between your breasts and to your navel. Then down your thigh, your legs spread to either side of me, revealing all of yourself just for me…"

The view was perfect for Rook, watching the woman she'd become so enamored with over the past year and a half touch herself all for her. Lace's breath was coming faster now, head thrown back as she worked.

"That's so good, Lace. You're so good." The encouragement from Rook pulled a whimper from Lace's lips, and Rook inhaled sharply. The smell of Lace's sex was heady and inviting, and Rook swallowed down her need to taste her lover. "Use a second finger, feel the dip and bump each time I circle around you, and-"

"Rook-!"

The next command was interrupted by Lace's exclamation and staccato exhales, her body tensing with the sudden onset of her release. Pure power in the form of lyrium veins flashed quickly across Lace's skin before rapidly fading, and Rook watched as her eyes lit up brighter than any magic she'd seen before.

In the span of a few heartbeats, the blue was gone, leaving a flushed and panting Lace Harding spilled into the armchair, green eyes sparkling as she looked at her Warden. "It's um… been a while," Pink cheeks were squished upwards in a large, content smile, and Rook laughed.

"You did say you were touch starved."

Lace laughed then too, the butterflies in Rook's stomach flying in loops. Lace pushed at Rook's shoulder with a slippered foot, sending the warden backwards onto the stone flooring.

"If this was that good without you touching me… wow," the dwarf looked smitten, comfortably melted into the armchair.

"There's more where that came from," Rook said, eyes soft as the sun-like light in the Fade streamed in through the windows, blanketing Harding in golden light.

"Let's just say I'm even more motivated to figure out how to control these powers." Lace sighed, looking near to taking a nap.

Rook reached towards the bedroll, finding her discarded cotton shirt and draping it over Lace.

"I'm sorry I can't hold you, but you can keep me near this way."

Lace inhaled deeply, letting out a little hum in contentedness.

"How are you getting out of here without a shirt?"

"I can run pretty fast back to my quarters."

"Uh-unh, no way. You're all mine to look at." Lace's words were relaxed, almost lazy as she stretched in the chair, gripping Rook's shirt tighter.

Rook laughed, laying back down on the bedroll and pulling Lace's blanket around herself.

"Then I guess I'll have to wait until you're ready to give my clothes back."

[petuniathespiderfromheaven]

Ember revamped design

[mezzy-1]

VALORANT AGENT REVEAL:  // TEMPER //

Bursting with rage, Spanish duelist Temper wields a blade made of molten radianite that he forged from a relic blade guarded by his family.  Effortlessly cutting through defenses and engaging with his brutal swordsmanship, few can survive the ferocity he brings in battle.

Official description

This project has taken me about a year and has been developed slowly. A special thank you to @darthladyofillusions for helping with the design process. More details can be found below.

// AGENT INFORMATION //

Temper is an OC that took about a year to fully make and has been teased in between the Valorant Headcanons I have been writing.  He was born into a family of blacksmiths located in Toledo, Spain and didn’t know that his family had watched over a slumbering radivore called ‘La Tarasca.’  When Kingdom offered him entrance into their materials research program, he sold the land not knowing REALM and Kingdom wanted to excavate.  Upon realizing the trickery, he engaged REALM and Cpt. Greaves before detonation charges went off and destroyed the legendary blade, Solar.  La Tarasca was free and started a rampage, heading towards towns and cities.  Temper moved quickly and reforged the blade, adding additional touches of his own.  Valorant attempted to stop the beast, but nothing could wound it permanently.  Temper valiantly fought the towering monster, and managed to work with Valorant to restrain the creature.  With one final attack, Temper drove his blade into La Tarasca’s core and obliterated it, charred flesh and embers disintegrating into the air.  As the sun began to rise, Temper began to leave and continue his vendetta but was instead asked to join Valorant.  Seeing that they needed him, and he would likely need them, he graciously accepted the offer.

// PERSONALITY // 

His personality is naturally loud and amicable, but most agents know he is but a word away from yelling or ranting.  Temper’s name is fitting, considering he certainly has one.  Whereas Phoenix might be quietly angered, Temper sets the building on fire with his destructiveness.  His explosive flashes of anger are typical, but they usually help in the heat of combat.  He isn’t reckless though, taking more direct routes instead of just reacting.  He is also brave, facing down impossible odds and standing up for his team with no hesitation.  Even Fade has trouble with his mind.  

// ABILITIES // 

The sword he wields, Erupción, is named as such because it is a reference to solar flares.  His sword has temperatures that approximate the sun, and readings indicate the radiant energy it uses behave like solar plasma.  The actual blade is an alloy of steel and radianite, and is continually at a molten state.  Temper is bound to it in some way despite it being a Relic that was remade, hinting that he might be able to make other Relics if given the chance.  It emits waves of energy when swung, and can even be used to create a molten arena where most weapons melt into slag.  It also can warp energy from radiant sources, allowing him to deflect energy and shut down specific powers.  

PLAYLIST:

Please, if you have been following me, read any of my headcanons, or just love art, please reblog and like

[primamchorus]

FFXV: Reimagined :: Table of Contents

"To crown the King of Light is the calling of the Crystal. Only the True King anointed by the Crystal can purge our star from its scourge."

-Young Lunafreya to Noctis

The star teeters on the brink of being under the iron grasp of the Niflheim Empire's conquest. Since the rise of the Niflheim forces, so too has the rise of the daemon threat when night falls grown. Such a prophecy is known and held close to those who wish to see it fulfilled, and to that end, the prophecy must come to fruition lest Eos succumbs to a night everlasting.

Sleepless Nobility :: Introduction to the Nobles

In Good Hands || Ignis Scientia || tumblr // Ao3

Eye of the Beholder || Mollis Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

Ever Beating Heart || Ros Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

Arms Interlocked || Primam & Tandem Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Tempering the Shield || Gladiolus Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

A Word in the Ear || The Vox Siblings || tumblr // Ao3

Burning Valor || Cor Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

Prologue :: Tales of Loss

When the Rain Falls || tumblr // Ao3

Sendoff || tumblr // Ao3

Sylva || tumblr // Ao3

"You Can Call Me Luna" || tumblr // Ao3

Sylleblossom || tumblr // Ao3

Garden of Fire || tumblr // Ao3

Enemies at the Wall || tumblr // Ao3

The Bonds of Brotherhood :: The Start of a Journey

Good Morning || tumblr // Ao3

Broken Glaives || tumblr // Ao3

Cleaning Party || tumblr // Ao3

Departure || tumblr // Ao3

The Pauper Prince || tumblr // Ao3

Teach Them Boys a Lesson || tumblr // Ao3

Lock and Quay || tumblr // Ao3

A Sky of Ruin Foretold :: The Fall of Insomnia

For Hearth and Home || tumblr // Ao3

Noblesse Oblige || tumblr // Ao3

Bird and Blossom || tumblr // Ao3

Pleasantries || tumblr // Ao3

The Peace Treaty || tumblr // Ao3

Like a Phoenix || tumblr // Ao3

Traitorous || tumblr // Ao3

Succession in Blood || tumblr // Ao3

Night has Come || tumblr // Ao3

The Might of Kings || tumblr // Ao3

Hero || tumblr // Ao3

Light at Dawn || tumblr // Ao3

Power of Kings :: The Road to Becoming the True King

Morning After || tumblr // Ao3

The Weight of Duty || tumblr // Ao3

Declaration of War || tumblr // Ao3

Weary Arms || tumblr // Ao3

Burden of Expectation || tumblr // Ao3

Waking the Landforger || tumblr // Ao3

Sword in the Waterfall || tumblr // Ao3

Tumble and Fall || tumblr // Ao3

The Way of Gods and Kings || tumblr // Ao3

Road to the Fulgarian || tumblr // Ao3

Bend the Knee || tumblr // Ao3

Blessing of the Hexatheon || tumblr // Ao3

The Sky That We Look Upon || tumblr // Ao3

Imperial Infiltration || tumblr // Ao3

Red Like Roses || tumblr // Ao3

The Shield of the King || tumblr // Ao3

A Precious Source of Power || tumblr // Ao3

Preparations || tumblr // Ao3

Brave New World || tumblr // Ao3

Into the Fray || tumblr // Ao3

Crumble Into the Sea || tumblr // Ao3

The Hand of the King || tumblr // Ao3

Fading Lights :: The Trail Into Gralea

Laughable Reunion || tumblr // Ao3

Off the Rails || tumblr // Ao3

Express Train for Trouble || tumblr // Ao3

Forever Fall || tumblr // Ao3

The Arm of the King || tumblr // Ao3

[TBP / WIP]

World Without a King :: The World of Ruin

[TBP / WIP]

Ten Years of Darkness :: Fate of the Star

[TBP / WIP]

Stories from Eos :: Mini Stories

First Day of School || tumblr // Ao3

Rubies and Embers || tumblr // Ao3

A Journey in Secret || tumblr // Ao3

Empty Seat || tumblr // Ao3

Shadows on the Wall || tumblr // Ao3

Rose Garden || tumblr // Ao3

Aero-dynamic || tumblr // Ao3

Moogle Magic || tumblr // Ao3

Slingshot || tumblr // Ao3

Baked Goods || tumblr // Ao3

Dogged Runner || tumblr // Ao3

Cold Snap || tumblr // Ao3

Out of Earshot || tumblr // Ao3

Spoiled Brat || tumblr // Ao3

Lands of Ice || tumblr // Ao3

By Another Name || tumblr // Ao3

Sing Me a Song || tumblr // Ao3

A New Direction || tumblr // Ao3

Welcome to Your Life || tumblr // Ao3

Flower Arrangement || tumblr // Ao3

Dark Chocolate || tumblr // Ao3

Ascension || tumblr // Ao3

"I Want to be Friends!" || tumblr // Ao3

The Blacksmith's Song || tumblr // Ao3

Charms || tumblr // Ao3

Nothing is Secret || tumblr // Ao3

Princely Conduct || tumblr // Ao3

Rooftop || tumblr // Ao3

Dossiers :: Information Closely Kept

The Royal Lucian Family || tumblr // Ao3

House Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

House Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

House Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

House Scientia || tumblr // Ao3

House Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

House Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

House Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Regis Lucis Caelum || tumblr // Ao3

Aulea Viridis Caelum || tumblr // Ao3

Noctis Lucis Caelum || tumblr // Ao3

Clarus Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

Florere Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

Gladiolus Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

Iris Amicitia || tumblr // Ao3

Gratia Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Atticus Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Primam Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Tandem Chorus || tumblr // Ao3

Cor Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

Cera Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

Aura Leonis || tumblr // Ao3

Silex Scientia || tumblr // Ao3

Ignis Scientia || tumblr // Ao3

Ater Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

Rosea Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

Mollis Somnium || tumblr // Ao3

Aurae Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

Arbor Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

Ros Viridis || tumblr // Ao3

Pax Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Nympha Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Aestus Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Cordia Luti Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Vera Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Lyra Vox || tumblr // Ao3

Nebula Vox || tumblr // Ao3

The Royal Tenebraen Family || tumblr // Ao3

Sylva Via Fleuret || tumblr // Ao3

Ravus Nox Fleuret || tumblr // Ao3

Stella Nox Fleuret || tumblr // Ao3

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret || tumblr // Ao3

Ardyn Izunia || tumblr // Ao3

Ideolas Aldercapt || tumblr // Ao3

Solara Aldercapt || tumblr // Ao3

Verstael Besithia || tumblr // Ao3

Aranea Highwind || tumblr // Ao3

Biggs Callux || tumblr // Ao3

Wedge Kincaid || tumblr // Ao3

Titus Drautos || tumblr // Ao3

Nyx Ulric || tumblr // Ao3

Libertus Ostium || tumblr // Ao3

Crowe Altius || tumblr // Ao3

Luche Lazarus || tumblr // Ao3

Tredd Furia || tumblr // Ao3

Pelna Khara || tumblr // Ao3

Axis Arra || tumblr // Ao3

Quicksilver Dancers :: Prompto x Primam Drabbles

What I Want? || tumblr // Ao3

Smitten || tumblr // Ao3

The Choice is Yours || tumblr // Ao3 [Preliminary writing]

Cordial Triangle || tumblr // Ao3

Shackle Wrought in Ink || tumblr // Ao3

Lucky Shot || tumblr // Ao3 [Alternate Timeline]

Meal Etiquette || tumblr // Ao3

Concerns || tumblr

[catella-ars]

I have six days to make ~$200 because Things Keep Happening and rent and car payments are due on the 1st. Right now, I can only accept CashApp or Venmo because PayPal refuses to do direct deposit which means it'll be a long time and a fee to get my own money from them.

<---ANYWAY EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS--->

The quickest and most enjoyable for me are the sketch/lineart ones in the pinned post, but I can also do digital. Also have a TON of still-open adopts, some of which I'll link below.

[demilypyro]

Pyrite... fool’s gold.... that’s cute, but a little pretentious... get it? okay

Pyre is... fine... but that just reminds me of the worst Supergiant game, I think

Ember... nah, Danny Phantom’s got that one...

... the rest of these are just different crimes. crimes that I’ve never committed. seems like stolen valor. why would I use these? and why embezzlement of all things?