#{Support: Erk}

[onigirisamurai]

“Hello again, my friend! I am glad to see that you have made it!” Kagetsu waves to Eliwood as the battle begins again, grabbing his sword with his free hand.

He’s a little disappointed they had to part ways with Rosado, but he’s probably fine. He picked up that parasol from Ares! He’s probably having a great time with that thing and nothing is going wrong.

Strange that their opponents don’t have a third teammate. That doesn’t really seem fair. How are they supposed to showcase their true skill if they’re outnumbered?!

…Unless… they are so strong that they don’t even need a third teammate! Then this is perfect!

He holds his sword up towards the woman in front of him, a warning before he starts to swing. With their smaller numbers, it’s the least he can do. “Hello! I am going to attack you now! Prepare yourself!”

Kagetsu [6/6 HP] Attacks Ninian [6/6 HP] with Iron Sword! [Roll: 1d20 -> 17] Hit! -1 HP (Ninian HP: 5/6)

Next: @ninisdance !

something about friendship

BOEL Round 2 — Battle 22

[optimismxmagicism]

Magic Detective Archives

No matter where you go, everyone seems convinced that these are unsafe times and everyone wants a little extra security— some want it directly in their hands even. It's no shock then that there are rumors of an arms dealer smuggling weapons through the port. If left unchecked, something could happen between civilians or worse, all these weapons could be used to outfit a nearby noble's independent army, giving an opportunity for a more widespread assault. Finding out where these weapons are coming from and who they're going to might be in the continent's best interest then. [Grants Reason +1]

It was already late at night. Almost all the students, and the faculty too, had already retreated to their chambers. Of the few people still roaming around the Monastery, two of them were the duo of Ewan and Erk. Two mages of Magvel and Elibe respectively, who were still in the library, studying well into the early hours of the next day. The moon shone brightly in the sky above, as the two finally decided to call it quits for the night.

As they were heading back to their bedchambers, they had to take care to stay quiet. While Erk had no bad reputation, Ewan was known as a bit of a troublemaker. Surely being seen sneaking around late at night would make them look suspicious. They were just about to pass the corridor into the courtyard, when the two could hear voices.

“Wait.. stop..!” Ewan whispered, as he held his arm in front of his friend to stop the other from moving. “Do you hear that?” He then carefully looked around the corridor, where two hooded figures were speaking in the shadows. He was very cautious not to be seen. Years of sneaking around to avoid beasts and monsters came in handy.

“…….Weapons….. got…..”

“50…. Axes…. Army…”

“House… order…. Two weeks…”

They couldn’t hear everything, only bits and pieces from being so far away. Yet they couldn’t risk getting any closer without being spotted. After a little while, the two figures left. Thankfully neither of them went in their direction. Once no more footsteps could be heard, he let out a sigh of relief.

“What the heck was that all about….” Ewan wondered. There have been rumors about a weapons smuggler going around, but they’ve mostly remained within the Black Eagle house. As such, Ewan didn’t know that many details. Still, he looked to Erk, his taller friend. “Wonder what those people were doing so late… you got any ideas..?”

@adalrikr

[philialdevotion]

frost-bitten fangs

An overnight outage to the stables’ heating system results in the deaths of several wyverns, personal mounts and beloved lesson drakes alike. In their grief, passionate students vowed to sleep overnight in the wyvern stables to help them keep warm through the night. [Grants Flying +1]

[making-dough]

Farina: Nice to meet you, Karla! So...I’ll get right to the point. How much are they paying you? Just so you know, I’m getting 20,000 gold! (Farina/Karla C support)

quote scene from past

Right, um, for this one, I'm going to start with all 4 of her non-sister and non-Hector supports (Kent, Dart, Karla, Dorcas) because they all follow the same pattern - Farina introduces herself, casually brags about her 20,000 gold retainer and we see how the other characters react, from impressed and dutiful, to dismissive to surprised to um, reverse surprised. Out of these, Kent is the odd man out because the others can all be seen as some kind of mercenary (or pirate but it's close enough) so effectively, what she is doing is that she is declaring her value as a mercenary over them, as mercenaries are paid by their wagers and according to their skill. What she is essentially saying here is that 'I am that much better than you'.

I guess, in a way, Farina's life has been defined by her value and her price tag for so long to the point that Karla saying she has taken no payment really catches her off-guard, especially when she follows up with

Karla: Why do you look so surprised? There’s nothing I could use the money for, anyway. Farina: Wha--?!

Now, contrast this to Farina's recruitment scene:

Farina: “I beg to differ. Your journey is a long one, is it not? More than one battle, surely. That requires a special contract, special arrangements. Not to be morbid, but there are sympathy payments to my family in the unlikely event of my death, for example. Not to mention bonuses and hazard pay, medical treatment…”

Clearly, Farina can make up plenty of reasons to pay her, ahahaha~! Now, back to her Karla support, does this mean Karla places no value in her skills? When she has such great skills and beauty? That's not right. She's clearly being being cheated of her pay. Let's go get her her payment (and add some more to hers too)!

[goldoanheart]

"Hm?" Kurth then realizes exactly what it was he had said. Oh Goddess above forgive him, no... Nasir forgive him. With how easily he revealed it, the young dragon would not be surprised to get a tongue lashing from his guardian, should the elder ever hear of it.

He feels color blossom across his cheeks, hiding his face behind his tattered book. Kurthnaga was not usually one to say things so casually, trying not to stand out amongst the myriad of beorc students. Not for reasons like Nasir's, of course, but simply because it was something that he just did not wish to be treated differently for.

Let alone the fact that he was a king.

He was here to learn after all, and he'd rather not have anything that might get in his way. It was all just to make things a little easier.

"Er... yes..." Kurth says, blushing harder, "My age now is close to 300, so around 200 years ago sounds about right. I am not sure exactly though, since I was young. And memory from that time is a tad spotty. My guardian here at the academy would probably remember the exact age of this book better."

What Have We Here?

[randomnameless]

I agree. That's why people freaking out about Priscilla and Raven in the Roy/Eliwood games tend to get on my nerves. They find it incest because of them being kids and wanting at the time to get married with other, but kids often wishes to do that only to grow up and chnage their mind. Priscillia wanting to marry her brother when hse was a child is like little girls that say "when I'll get to grow up, I will marry Papa! or Uncle ! Or Big brother". Out of admiration, not of Love! Like the little kids that got a crush on their teacher, it's admiration not love. This was supposed to be innocent kids nonsense, not an actual problematic thing! Once they grew up, they move on and in the case of Priscilla this promise was nothing more than that even if Intsys used it as way of making fun of the siscon trope, but ultimately does she have any way of ending up with her brother ? nope. But sadly, she doesn't get to end up with Sain either, which suck.

You said it anon!

Admiration is a form of love though, but with within some parts of the fandom, and back then, whenever you said "love" it was only romantic love, and not the kid of positive ties some people in a family might have for each other but that isn't romantic.

We're just meant to understand Priscilla and Raymond (before being Raven!) were very close, but circumstances made it that they are now estranged, and yet, Priscilla remembers the closeness they had.

[savingthegeneration]

Their relationship is hilarious. Guy who loves money works as a bodyguard for a princess because she’s loaded but she won’t pay him at all? Despite all the risks being a bodyguard entails? And no matter how hard he tries to leave she finds him and he’s forced to serve her again and again? Peak comedy. 

[carmennivis]

* a kiss on the cheek, in passing

Nils had just finished a class in literature for the day. In the book the class had been reading, apparently it was common in certain cultures to greet a friend with a kiss on the cheek. Human customs.. truly were strange. Still, he couldn’t deny his curiosity.

As he was walking down the empty hallway, a familiar face greeted him. It was sir Erk! A friend whose dour expression would surely be brightened by a friendly kiss. “Sir Erk…! How are you today, my friend?” He asked with a friendly tone. Okay, now it was his chance to do it..! Gathering his courage, he stood up on his toes to give the other boy a kiss on the cheek. Success!

[making-dough]

♠ - Oh, she was familiar enough with the evils of man too. Some of her more satisfying missions have been to capture the bounties of some of the more heinous criminals. But, there was a certain scale dragons can achieve than man cannot. No three humans, no matter how powerful, held the power to burn the world. Even the Scouring was said to have needed all Eight Legends. Apparently, such a limit was not the case for dragons. Maybe...just maybe, on the day he proves himself false, it would have already been too late. Then again, what else could they do? Accuse him based on nothing but bad feelings? The very idea makes her want to put her face in her hands and groan. So, instead, Farina simply laughs with one of her carefree-seeming laughs. "Right? RIght? It's not something we should really be worrying about now, right? We've got loads more to be worried about right now with all of this, right?", she laughed, waving wildly at the maze around them. It was just that the topic had somehow ended up in her mind and she was pretty sure it was in his too. An encounter with dragons was pretty hard to forget.

"I'm sure you've got loads to be getting on with." And she was pretty sure she had too. "So, let's leave it at that?" Agreeing to be mutually cautious of the so-called 'fell dragon' but not taking any action just yet. That was...at least the gist she got from this? Well, it was something she could agree to, anyway...

Erk did not consider himself very wordly. Even after travelling all around Elibe both during his work as a bodyguard and during the war, he did not think that he had truly seen or known any of those places.

As such, was he truly qualified to comment on this? He had barely even known Nils and Ninian, despite travelling beside them for so long. (Yet another deficit of tending to keep so much to himself.) He could not say if Rafal was a monster or not.

(But if any dragon could be a monster, did that not hold true for humans as well? Did they not all have the capactiy for monsterous actions? The capacity to do evil?)

"He is... I don't get a great feeling. But I am not going to worry about it for now. Unless he proves himself otherwise, of course."

[foreversnightmare]

(o・・o)/

opinions of you - open

She didnt know much about this kid, she only saw him... maybe once. All Freyja knew is that he was.... sort of strange? Like most children, He already gets a green light in her mind, He could do no wrong to her, so even if was strange-- she'd never tell him.

For now, Freyja will keep a watchful eye over him- to make sure nothing happens to him.

[adalrikr]

🧃 “Here dear! Great job out there!”

Erk flusters at the visage of the woman who hands him yet another juice box, taking it with a bashful bow of his head. He really didn't need anymore, but she seemed nice enough.

"Thank you... milady..." He gets the feeling that he doesn't want to stick around for too long as his cheeks burn slightly though. She seemed like she would be the coddling type, and Erk certainly didn't feel like being coddled right now.

"I... I did my best..."

[soft-serve-soymilk]

@askr (so you don’t miss it ✨)

question for oc enjoyers: which of your ocs would spark a debate so heated it got an entire fandom poll tournament shut down

[vibratingskull]

Hi! Can I make a request of Thrawn xF!reader with some angst.

They are chiss abroad the chimaera and she feels insecure that Thrawn would rather a chiss partner over her.

reader is very emotional either she she just found out she is pregnant or she has recently given birth.

She tries to avoid showing this to Thrawn but he figures it out.

What's nice when you are in a couple with Thrawn and feeling down is that Thrawn will do everything in his power to lift you up and soothe you 😩😩😩😩 And that's the best truly...

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Chiss being haughty, early pregnancy, morning sickness, Thrawn being supportive and loving

You look over your shoulder and feel your heart constrict painfully. 

Thrawn is smiling, speaking Cheuhn with other Chiss.  

He seems so... relaxed and peaceful. In a way you rarely saw in the intimacy of your suite.  

With you, his own wife... 

You try to focus on your console but the notes of his lyrical voice reach your ears and with it his soft chuckle. His eyes gleam brighter to be around his fellows, to be home for some moments before their departure. They seem to exchange some jokes and pleasant words as they all smile tightly. They sometimes look around the bridge, clearly judging the crew with their ruby eyes. 

You do not understand Cheuhn, but it doesn’t take a genius to understand that they are criticizing your works, comparing them to their Chiss standards. Thrawn doesn’t seem to correct them.  

Is he... displeased with all of you? 

Did he only just pretend to be satisfied by his crew but secretly judge everyone, regretting his former navy of Chiss officers and warriors? 

That doesn’t sound like him, but if he is good at something it’s hiding his true thoughts and feelings. Even you have difficulties guessing his true mood some days. 

You wipe a drop of sweat off your temple as you feel nausea rising again... 

Erk. 

You had morning sickness for a month now, and get really tired of it. You swallow with difficulty, trying to chase away the sick feeling. 

The last weeks were pretty turbulent with the Grysk’s threat, you didn’t find the time nor the energy to announce your pregnancy to him... 

 You cannot help but keep giving discreet sideglances at the Chiss group.  

Thrawn is among his people.  

At peace.  

Smiling.  

Visibly satisifed. 

He even playfully pinches the cheek of the young Chiss girl. 

His eyes shine with a new light that you never saw.  

His voice is slightly higher than usual, more light and musical... 

You never saw him like that with anyone. 

Not even you... 

You thought you had access to all his visages but you realize at this instant that he took care to hide some from you. Only revealing them to his compatriots. 

Are you not... Good enough to know all of him? All of his facets? 

Do you not deserve it as his lover and wife? 

Apparently not... 

You gulp, lowering your gaze to your keyboard, the acidic waves of your stomach rising dangerously. You shake your head and type your commands on the screen. The very least you can do right now is perform the best you can at your job to not humiliate the Empire in the eyes of Thrawn’s fellows. 

The Empire... Or yourself. 

“Captain (F/n).” Thrawn calls your name. 

You sigh, gathering your strength before standing up. You approach the Chiss group that looks at you up and down like hungry predators. They are looking for any signs of weakness and flaws, watching if you will stumble and fall in any type of way.  

Anything that would prove that they are the superior species. 

You feel cold sweat rolling down your neck and your vision starts to double slightly. Thrawn turns his head to his compatriots when you reach their vicinity. 

“This is the Chimaera’s Captain, (Y/n) (F/n). A lot of my operations rest on her shoulders.” He explains. 

‘The Chimaera’s Captain’... 

Not ‘my Captain.’ 

Not ‘my wife’... 

‘The Chimaera’s Captain’ 

Plain and simple. 

No bounds, no link to him. 

Is he ashamed of you? Is that why he took care not to associate himself with you in the eyes of the Chiss? 

Did he feel like he failed by marrying you? 

Are you a stain on his Chiss pride? A course’s error in his perfect ascension? Something to be corrected in the future? 

Would he have preferred to wed a Chiss rather than a mere human? 

“Can you show the results of your task, Captain?” Thrawn asks formally, “I prophetized some interesting variables in the Grysk’s route, but I want to be certain.” 

You take your datapad to invoke your data on the screen, scrolling to search for Thrawn’s demanded result.  

“I found some... interesting...” You start before falling silent. 

You slowly blink, feeling the light getting brighter and the acidic waves rising in your esophagus. 

Without any warning, you shove your datapad in Thrawn’s hand and run to the door of the bridge. You only hear some outraged exclamations in Cheuhn as the door closes back behind you. 

You sprint and barge into the first bathroom on your way and throw yourself on your knees before the toilet bowl to vomit your tripes out. 

You gag, shaken by nausea, sweat dripping from your temples, your stomach contracting painfully. You spit and cough, at a loss for air. You pant, holding the bowl with your trembling hands. You fall on your ankles with a sigh, wiping the sweat off your forehead. 

You sniff, wiping a single tear from your cheek. You are tired and tense, you just want a nap or a full good night's sleep. 

That would be nice... 

“Are you feeling better?” Thrawn’s voice rises behind your back making you jump on the spot. 

“Maker!” You curse. 

You immediately flush to not impose such a view or odor on him. You are embarrassed enough like that. You lose your balance in the motion and as you are about to hit the floor you feel Thrawn’s powerful hands grabbing you delicately, preventing you from hurting yourself. 

“Sit, Ch’acah.” He invites softly, “Do not hurt yourself.” 

He helps you sit before wetting a handkerchief to pat your forehead, kneeling before you. 

You cannot look him in the eyes. Your head is low as he presses the wet fabric on the back of your neck to lower your body temperature. 

“What happened, Ch’acah?” He asks gently. 

You sniff, silent. 

His hand comes to hold your chin delicately to force you to look at him, his shiny red eyes investigating yours. 

You gulp. 

“Speak to me. Do not stay alone in your discomfort.” 

“Nothing. Just some nausea, it will pass.” You brush it under the rug, not ready to confront him. 

“You appeared displeased earlier. Is something bothering you?” He continues softly. 

“No.” You lie. 

His hand releases your chin to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly. 

“I know when you lie to me, Ch’acah.” He simply informs you. 

You bite your lower lips, your throat dry. 

“I... I just never realized how much you missed your people. To the point...” You cannot finish your sentence. 

“To the point?” 

“... Of regretting getting with me.” 

You fidget your fingers with apprehension. 

It was said, no backing down now... 

He blinks, questions flashing in his red eyes before disappearing, replaced by absolute determination. 

“What are you talking about, (Y/n)?” He demands. 

The tone is still soft but more pressing. 

“That you clearly feel more at ease with other Chiss. Which I understand completely!” You assure, “It’s just that... It was clear to me that you would have preferred a Chiss companion rather than a human.” 

“Rather than you?” He clarifies. 

You shrug, pursing your lips. What difference does it make in the end? 

His other hand cup your second cheek as he bores his eyes into yours, commanding your attention. 

“Where does that idea come from? Why do you think I regret marrying you?” He demands again. 

“I never saw you so... Bubbly before. You are so much more relaxed with them than with us. Or with me for that matters.” 

He considers you, an air of slight confusion dancing on his gorgeous face. 

“Cha’cah... How could I ever regret marrying you? You are the best decision of my life.” He finally says, “I never regretted saying ‘yes’ to you.” 

You raise your gaze to meet his, still unsure. 

“I was simply pleased to cross paths with a young girl I met when she was still only 12. Seeing them thrive is so rare and I was pleased to see how far she’s gone.” 

You wipe another single tear. 

“I am sorry Thrawn, I'm just...” And you explode in tears. 

You’re too tired, too tense, too hormonal, too stressed to think straight in this instant. You only wish to sleep for several hours in peace. 

“(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)...” Thrawn calls in a murmur, “I would never leave you for any possible reason. You are my wife, my partner, my lover, cheo Cha’cah. Dry your tears my sweet, I am with you always.” 

“It’s stupid but when you didn’t introduce me as your wife to them I thought you had enough of me.” You sob, realizing how stupid it might sound. 

“Of course, I did not present you as my wife: You deserve to be known for your accomplishments and hard work, not for any bond you have with me. Do not define yourself by me, you earned your rank of Captain and are worthy to be known as such.” 

“I was afraid you were ashamed of me!” You keep sobbing hard, trying to get back your breath. 

He takes you in his arms, pressing you tight against himself. 

“I am not ashamed of you. Quite the contrary, I feel proud and empowered to have you at my arm. The right to hold your hand and call you mine is the greatest privilege of my life. Please Ch’acah; never doubt it.” 

“I am so sorry!” You cry hard, squeezing him back, “Thrawn I am so sorry!” 

“Do not be. Everything is all right, I am here, with you. I am not going anywhere...” 

You bury your face in his neck, digging your nails into the pristine fabric of his white uniform, inhaling his reassuring and familiar scent. 

“I am so sorry...” You repeat like a litany. 

He cradles you gently, caressing your hair and back with his large comforting hands. 

“I love you Ch’acah. Do not doubt my words, my heart only beats for you.” 

You nod against his neck, slowly calming down. 

He parts from you but holds your cheek again with his warm soft palm. 

“Are you feeling better?” He inquires with a whisper. 

You nod again, sniffing away the last remnant of your tears. 

“Do... Do you mind reintroducing me as both your Captain and wife?” You ask, still a bit on edge. 

It may be childish of you, but you want them to know that you are married together. 

Despite what he said, being married to him is part of your pride. 

“Of course I can, if you truly want it Cha’cah. We can meet them again later, I will be delighted to announce them our union.” He presses his forehead against yours, looking straight into your soul. “Do you feel better?” 

You nod, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. You need to brush your teeth. 

“Maybe take one hour of rest in our suite.” He gently proposes. 

“No.” You shake your head assured, “I am the Chimaera’s Captain, I cannot disappear for so long. I do not want to be treated differently than all my colleagues because I married you.” 

“And it is honorable of you. If you feel better come back on the bridge swiftly but do not hesitate to visit the med bay if symptoms persist, I recall you were already sick the week prior.” He declares raising back on his feet. 

Ah yes... You didn’t reveal to him why you were sick so he got the wrong diagnosis, thinking it was a simple flu, and that you would be on your feet in no time! 

“Thrawn.” You grab him by the sleeve to stop him from leaving, “I have something to tell you.”  

He considers you in silence, judging by your body language and tone if he should start to worry about something. 

“A problem perhaps?” He invastigates. 

“No. A news.” You shake your head with a tight grin, “Good news... at least I hope.” 

He looks at you from all his height. Your hand releases his sleeve to hook his fingers with yours. He properly takes your hand to squeeze it in his large one. 

You admire the contrast between your human skin tone and his deep vibrant blue... 

“I am listening Ch’acah.” He invites. 

You breath deeply, gathering your courage. 

“I am pregnant.” 

He remains perfectly still and silent for a moment. You look at him, your lips pressed together, awaiting his judgment with a beating heart. 

“Is that true?” He finally asks, with a slightly tensed voice, “Is it possible?” 

You nod. 

“I am three months in. That’s why I was sick last week and right now.” 

He pulls on your hand, forcing you to stand up from your sitting position. You just have the time to yelp, you are suddenly squeezed tight in his embrace. His long arms are holding you so tight you have difficulty breathing. You hear his comforting purr starting to resonate in the bathroom. 

“Thank you, (Y/n).” He finally whispers in your ear, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “Thank you...” 

You silently hug him back, nuzzling aginst his tall stature with pleasure, feeling your anxiety melt away in his arms. 

“Are you happy?” You ask. 

“Yes. It is marvelous news.” He presses his cheek to yours, “I stopped hoping for a child years ago. But here you are, pregnant with mine. Ch’acah, you have no idea how happy it makes me. You are spoiling me.” 

“You are about to become a father, Thrawn.” You repeat to him, and the more you say it the louder and deeper the purr gets. 

You hug each other in one of those rare moments of intimacy on a warship, feeling like a team again, ready to face anything thrown at you. 

Even those Grysks. 

@bluechiss @Thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil_urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay @obbicrystaleo @germie2037 @leo4242564 @davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni 

[twistedminutia]

What does the shroud brothers think of gray?

Idia:

"Erk! U-um... She's fine. Um, she's got a cat... Well, technically it's her cat AND Mr. Grim, which is honestly kind of unfair. I mean, why does she get to hog all the kitty goodness to herself, huh? B-but, um. She's fine. Not as much of a normie as some other people. I mean, she's not any good at games, but she at least listens when I talk about anime. I mean, it's probably a pity listen, but I guess it's nice of her to try. A-and Ortho likes her. I'm willing to spend time with her if it makes my little bro happy."

Ortho:

"Gray's a very nice human! We haven't gotten to spend that much time together, but she's very kind to everyone. It's kind of funny to watch her try to manage Grim! And I owe her for helping my brother when he overblotted. I know she says she didn't do much, but it was dangerous for her to be there at all, and I'm sure Epel and the other appreciated her support!

I guess I do wish she'd take better care of herself, though... She doesn't talk about it much, but I think being away from her home is bothering her. I'd be pretty sad if I was separated from Idia like that... though I guess if I got sent into a world without magic, I wouldn't last very long, since I need technomantic energy to stay recharged! Hopefully we're going to be able to make contact with her world soon."

[mairinsgale]

Since I’m having a lot of fun with Blazing Blade, here are some thoughts I have !!

I LOVE Lyn, Hector, and Eliwood, and I love them even more together !! They have a fun dynamic and their personalities complement each other well. I was truly sleeping on them prior to playing this, you basically can’t escape them in FEH but I never actually thought I’d come to love all three of them so much !

Officially announcing that Kent and Sain are my favorite Christmas cavs. I love them, and their B support in which (spoiler, obviously) they talk about both of them having feelings for Lyn, yet Sain is the one to step aside so that Kent can be with her , only made me love them more. Ik this game’s characters aren’t insanely complex or anything, but there are so many great character moments 🥹

Before seeing Serra in action , the only feeling I had towards her was slight annoyance as one would for any 3/4 star they’ll get thirty times before the 5 star they want in FEH, but I now realize that it was totally because I just didn’t know what she was like . As soon as I saw her annoying Erk (so, from the very first second she appears on screen iirc) I loved her, and she’s one of my favorites now . Annoying girls u will always be iconic

WIL IS MY FAVORITE 🥳 I love almost all of the characters, but Wil was one of those characters I looked at and immediately knew I’d love . Simple guy but I love him! He’s the designated character that I instantly give every stat boosting item to so he’s better than the rest of my team , it’s what he deserves

I love the three lords in this game . I said it already but it needed to be said again

[loveinthetimeofghosts]

love that everyone's happy and then Raven just has a gun. accurate characterization