#'i didn't have a choice!' 'no you can't leave; you're my only companion!' he really just had The Worst Time
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Isaac can’t help but stare at the captain. How comfortable they look as they stare at the clouds above them, making the grass look like the softest blanket in the world, all with a smile that eased worry in an instant. Of course, Isaac could never be fully at ease, always some thought or some vague feeling making anxiety take a soft hold over him. The stress of his own upbringing being only for a wish that held the pressure generations over him, of hoping Gwynne was living a happy life without him when he had given her to his best friend, and of knowing how short his life would probably be, even after all the precautions he took to live healthier amongst his work. Though that was the old way of living. Now back from the moon - the place he longed for the most, but then seeing the place as an experimental hell - none of those stresses should weigh his shoulders. But, he supposed, when your life was so tied to the past, the past will cling onto you no matter what. And nightmares of experiences gone by couldn’t be softened by the choice of a brighter future.
In that sense, he can’t help but compare himself to Gran - How different they felt, yet knowing that the growing captain had their own stresses as a leader. Perhaps even a past they couldn’t quite let go of…Isaac was unsure, not having known them for too long, and being so unused to their kindness and their company - the company of people in general practically made him dizzy every day, yet feeling like a valued part once more didn’t hurt. And he had expected them to be a part of the prying, ever hungry for knowledge youths around them. So the answer only makes Isaac stare more, compare more, hypothesize more on how the captain and he differed. Yet Isaac knew it would be hypocritical to pry himself, when the captain was so nice and Isaac…Never wanted them to know the true horrors of the moon. The glimpses they got through their automagods were enough; none of them ever needed to know how much it haunted him. That was enough prying into the mind of another for eternity.
“...Thank you, comrade.” is all he can think to say on the matter. Just the thought of everything had made his gaze so distant, yet the captain’s answers brought him back down to earth, an awkward yet appreciative smile replacing any depressive air that had clung to him. Feeling the breeze pick up and tousle his messy hair, he looks up to the sky and takes a deep breath in. “Ah~ well, we shouldn’t waste this pretty day getting serious over nothing then.” A de-facto statement, yet also said the by man that hide in a workshop or his room all day, but that was just another difference between them that they didn’t need to bring up. Stretching a little - spine cracking a little in the process, letting out a gasp of satisfaction afterwards - before looking at the captain again. “Thanks for looking for me and hanging out a little, but I’ll be fine getting back to the ship on my own.” His whole little morning trip to his favorite parts shop stopped short to reminisce on the bank of the river, yet he didn’t think the captain would lounge with him instead of scolding him for being missing. Maybe that’d be saved for the earful he’d get from his little sister…Something that made him never want to walk aboard the Grandcypher again upon thinking about it, yet it also wasn’t unwelcomed attention, so long as she didn’t nag him too much.
#;handy dandy engineer! ( isaac )#v: travels and tribulations!#( *shakes hands emoji* they'd both be hypocrites together~#of course the captain has dealt with So Much but isaac in my mind doesn't know that#he only knows the extent that they connect with the society and lyria/vyrn; but not even too much on the latter#also wars me seeing isaac is 31 in gbf lore is..........great content ghfghgjkfhg for myheart#also that his name is spelled isaac not issac; one of my fav characters and autocorrect makes me forget his name#also thinking back to your convo of 'people calling gran their name instead of captain/akira their name instead of sage'#it makes me..........thinking of isaac's verbal tick of calling everyone comrade endearing fgdfzhdgd because it's new!!#new nickname#and of it's okay if you don't remember all of stay moon; i only cling onto the part where isaac yells anyways jgdhkchggjcg#'i didn't have a choice!' 'no you can't leave; you're my only companion!' he really just had The Worst Time#and i'm here for the trauma content (his ssr fate stories with the otherworldly being pretending to be grace...juicy)#with him talking to gwyenne over his suit's walkie talkie while the OW was being grace and trying so hard not to freak out gwyenne!!#that content is good and reminds me this man will never open up about anything (at least not anytime soon))
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Goodbyes Aren't Always For Long
spawn!Astarion x gn!reader x Halsin
WC: 1,264
TW: SPOILERS FOR ENDING, angst, talk of abandonment, mention to Astarion's past, "Daddy Halsin", not proofread
So I finished my first playthrough of the game yesterday, and I sobbed. Can you guess what I was the most upset about?
I have been wanting to include some of the other companions as background characters, but I'm not sure who to include. Who would you guys like to see in the future?
As always, enjoy!
"This is selfish, Halsin! And that's coming from me!" Astarion hissed, pacing back and forth through the rented room, seeming to be the only one no frozen in place. There was quiet in response to his statement, as the taller elf stood in front of the door, his eyes downcast.
"It isn't though, Astarion." You popped up from your place at the end of the bed, your body too heavy from the news you were processing through.
"It is!" The pale elf yells in your direction, though you can recognize the pain heavier in his voice than the anger. "You wormed your way into our hearts, into our minds, and now that we have the chance to all be together, just us, you turn tail and run!" His words once again turned to Halsin, who just responded with a deep sigh. "We've spent so long worrying about other people, about the world. Now we have the chance to focus on ourselves. Focus on us."
"I've had too many moment of selfishness on this quest so far. I fled from the Grove, twice, when they needed me most. I left poor Thaniel and Oliver when they were at their most vulnerable. I can't turn my back to the thousands of people that need help now." Halsin said, the slight shake in his voice would probably go unnoticed by anyone who didn't know him deeper. "I would give anything to stay with here with you two, to help find some way for you to feel the sun on your skin again, but I can't ignore where I'm truly needed."
"Here! You're truly needed here!" Astarion shouted again, finally taking steps towards the other man. The quiet sound of his name coming from your lips causing him to turn on his heels. "And you! How are you so okay with this?! You brought us together. You lead the three of us headlong into this love, and now you just sit there as it falls to pieces!"
"You think I'm okay with this?!" You finally shout back, standing from the bed. "You think i want to see either of you leave? You think I want us all to be separated after everything I've done for us, for the world?" Your words causing the two pairs of elf eyes to cast down, one in guilt and the other to hide the tears glossing his eyes. "What do you recommend I do in this moment, Astarion? Chain him to the bed and keep him here as some hostage? Keep him where he is obviously unhappy? I figured that if anyone was against that, it would be you!"
The meaning of your last sentence caused him to tense, crossing his arms over his chest as if to protect himself from the memories.
"Everything I did, all the battles we fought, and the people we killed, I did it for everyone to be free to make their own choices. So if either of you want to leave, then leave! I can say over and over how much I want you both here, for you both to be at my side, but if your heart is pulling you somewhere else, then who am I to stop you?" Your eyes shifted to meet Halsin's with a sad smile, mostly inviting him to make his escape if he truly meant to leave.
Astarion stood unusually quiet, his body tensing more and more with each step that sounded behind him as the druid walked to the door. His eyes closing tight as Halsin mentioned his damned Oak Father watching over you both and returning you to him some day before the door clicked closed.
You both stood frozen for a few moments, not really sure what to do with yourselves. The sound of multiple children's calling Halsin's name and running to greet him as he walked outside to meet the wagons that he would be traveling with floating through the window. It drew you over, pushing the curtain aside as you looked down at the people your partner had set off to help. While the sun hadn't quiet crested the horizon, you were still careful not to open the cover too much, not wanting to expose Astarion to any stray rays of the light.
The pair of hands at your sides caused you to lean back into the body behind you as a head rested against your shoulder. "And what shall we do now that 'Daddy Halsin' is off on a new adventure without us?" The two of you couldn't help but giggle at the nickname your partner has been bestowed with.
Your eyes slowly shifted from the large druid as you scanned over the line of wagons full of people. While you were happy that he was off to help people and follow his dream, your heart ached at the feeling like a part of your was missing. That was until it began to race, your spine straightening as an idea struck you.
"That depends, want to make a selfish decision with me?" You asked, quickly turning your head to look at Astarion's confused face.
"Do you know me to turn down selfish decision, Love?" His playful smirk didn't really reach his eyes, which still showed with curiosity to your meaning.
Halsin shushed the children down as he tried his best to herd them back into the wagon that would carry them on their journey, most of their eyes growing heavy from how early the caravan had decided to leave, wanting to be on the road before the sun got up and warmed the path too much. As the wagons began to move forward, his eyes moved to the windows of the room you three had spent the night before, hoping to catch a last glimpse of you and Astarion, not knowing when he would see you two again. To his dismay, the curtains were shut and still.
After hearing a heavy sigh, he began to move on with the wagons. Though he didn't get more than a few steps before a commotion behind him caused him to turn. His lips split into a smile as he watched you running to keep up with Astarion, who was rushing to the shelter of the covered wagon carrying barrels and boxes of food. A deep laugh rumbled in his chest as you bee lined for him, jumping at him and forcing his arms to rush to catch you.
"You didn't really think you would get to run off on a new adventure without us, did you?" Your voice rang out with laughter once he set you down.
"I wouldn't dream of it." The two of you smiled at a moment before he lifted you into the wagon with Astarion, moving to follow behind it.
"Except for the fact that you did dream of it, and you did actually get away for a few minutes." Astarion sassed, earning his a slap to the chest, "What?! He really thought we were gonna let him leave alone for a few minutes there!"
"And they were pure torture without you both." Halsin responded, placing his hand over his heart, "The Oak Father has smiled upon me and made our separation brief."
"Good save, 'Daddy Halsin'." Astarion smirked, sending the larger elf a wink before the three of you fall into laughter. The caravan continued on it's path towards a new life for many of the people in it, and while it probably wouldn't be easy, it definitely paled in comparison to anything the three of you has already been through together.
#astarion x reader x halsin#astarion x reader#halsin x reader#bg3 x reader#baldur's gate 3 x reader#reader insert
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TNGDH 012
After the two fought, the miracle value rose to 8%, perhaps because I changed the course of the original plot.
This is quite expensive for just one performance of painting. Although, because of this act Kyle called for a veterinarian the day after.
'Your magical beast is quite cute, Your Highness....'
There was one problem, the doctor that came seemed to know nothing about magical beasts and could only say the sentence above.
But it was to be expected, how could a doctor who only examines rodents have any idea on what's wrong with a magical beast. I think it's even more amazing that there are veterinarians in this world.
'Was my acting too real...'
At this rate, if I really sneeze, the whole castle of Blake might be sent into a frenzy. The future of the North is bleak...
Kyle seemed to not want to leave my side, yet he didn't have a choice since it was a busy time and he needed to look over the preparations. It's not easy to be in charge of a territory. Still, seeing that the affairs are being finalized, he seems to be pretty good at his job as a lord.
Eventually he left the study to check the dinner preparation during the afternoon. He looked quite commendable today, so I'll let him kiss up to 5 times.
Thanks to him being busy, I also have some free time. As soon as I confirmed that he has moved far away from the study, I quickly used the skill and became human.
[ Good luck! (ෆ`꒳´ෆ) ]
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"So you're saying your name is... Shu?"
I'm doomed.
I'm tired of saying 'I'm doomed', but I have no other words for this situation.
Right now, I'm roughly dressed in different pieces of clothing which I found in other laundry rooms along the path from the maid's laundry. I managed to find an attendant's uniform.
And although it didn't fit, I was lucky to find leather boots clean shirts and pants.
Thanks to the nice situation, I felt a little elated thinking my luck has finally turned around, that is until I ran into Sen at the hallway.
"Well, yes, I guess-"
Sen frowned as I spoke indifferently.
"Where in the world would you find someone who says, 'I guess' when asked about their name."
Where you ask? It's here in this world. Since you wouldn't believe that my name is 'Cashew Nut,' I could only say 'Shu.'
I don't have any other name prepared, if I said my real name which probably doesn't exist in this world, you would think I'm strange.
So, I could only say that my name is 'Shu'. It's taken from Cashew Nut, although it's not a good name, I took it from the name the Grand Duke sincerely bestowed upon me.
The quick-witted Sen immediately recognized that I was wearing someone else's clothes. It's because of this shirt that's suspiciously large on my frame.
"Did you steal these clothes? Are you perhaps the infamous, companionship pervert-"
"I'm not!"
Of course, it's me, but I can't admit it!
What do you mean companionship pervert, I'm just a companion okay? When I shouted in reply, Sen grumbled and said,
"If it's not you, then why are you yelling?"
Luckily, she was as kind as she was clever. Instead of accusing me, she decided to listen to my explanation.
Thanks to this, I was forced to come up with a sob story of my past on the spot. I stammered and told her how my family was killed by demonic beasts when I was young and how I had nothing to wear now since I outgrew my old clothes. I also told her I couldn't remember the name my family gave me, so I gave a name to myself, thinking it was an appropriate name for me.
..... Come to think of it. It was not far from the truth, when I was young, my parents did indeed die, due to a car accident. And I was poor and unable to buy clothes.
"I see. It is indeed common for refugees to enter the estate or the castle during the festival. That's why His Highness prepares a lot of food during this period. A lot of orphans like you stumble around here."
Sen looked at me with a complex expression and said,
"I also lost my family, so I came here all the way to the North, just like you, I don't have anyone left."
She seemed to have felt sorry for me.
After our conversation, Sen disappeared for a while then brought back a few clothes. She said it was clothes usually worn by servants. It was simple and clean, and it was easy to move my body wearing it.
Thanks to Sen, my situation actually became better, so I gave the stolen clothes back to her.
"Shu, it seems that we are hiring more servants because there's not enough workers in the castle these days. Why don't you apply? You can stay at the castle, and you won't have to steal clothes like this anymore."
"I won't steal. Really, please believe me. I'm also embarrassed by my actions."
I can't believe I have to look for a job here as well. It's really hard to make ends meet. Everything was free when I was just a hamster. Ah, maybe because I paid it with my human rights.
I asked in a faint voice.
"But there's going to be an interview, right?"
"Of course, they don't just blindly pick. And working here in the castle is much more sought out than you think!"
"Is that so? How many rounds will the application process have?"
Sen looked at me blankly as if I asked a weird question.
"Hmm? How many what?"
"It's nothing..."
That's right, this isn't even a company. There might not be enough spots as well, so I need to do my best to get picked.
After that, I stuck with Sen as she gave me a tour of the castle. I earnestly memorized the layout of the Blake Castle and at the same time, eavesdropped on servants passing by in case I hear any rumors, I learned the way to the study, I found out about a passageway used by servants only, and discovered rooms that were not being used.
Thanks to this, I also found a good place to hide my clothes. It was the most fulfilling 30 minutes I've spent since I've transmigrated.
"Can I leave you for a bit? I need to give these documents to His Highness, he asked to strengthen the security, so I made a new timetable for the soldiers patrolling."
"Oh that, His Highness said he was going to return to the study, he must almost be there by now, it's fine we can take our time."
W-what? His Highness is returning to the study? Already?!
I stood stiffly on the spot.
It hasn't even been long after 30 minutes as a human, this plan is ruined again. If this continues, it's easier to count the moments in life that's not ruined.
"So that's everything about the East Tower, now let's look at the Central Area where the banquet hall is found... Huh? Shu! Where are you going?!"
"Sorry, I forgot about something I needed to do! I'll look around the banquet hall next time!"
Right now, the problem isn't that I can't look around the banquet hall. If I'm not back in the hamster house in 3 seconds I'm afraid the Blake castle will be turned inside out again.
I quickly stuffed my clothes in the unused storage room and closed it from the inside. I need to hurry and go back and pretend like nothings amiss...
As soon as the white light wrapped around my body, I suddenly felt uneasy. I had an instinctive intuition that I shouldn't release the skill without thinking.
'Hey system, can I specify a location inside the hamster house?'
[ Of course! ]
'Then... please put me in the most out of sight. Where was it again? The place where I piled up the sawdust to make the ground soft? It's around the corner of the first floor.'
The white light slowly wrapped around my body again and as it flashed the surroundings turned brown. It seems I arrived safely as expected...
Then someone suddenly grabbed my body.
― Squeak! [ What the?! ]
"Cashew Nut."
His voice was several times lower than usual. Even when Belial was here, I don't think his voice sounded this gloomy.
Kyle's eyes fell on me, and my body trembled reflexively. H-hey! Wait a minute, what's wrong with you? Let's talk, just t-talk it out. Of course, you don't understand what I'm saying but-
'.... Why does it feel like your eyes are a bit off.'
No, not just a bit, I meant a lot.
"I thought you disappeared."
I did disappear, but I was going to come back, it's just you came back before me!
I rolled my eyes and glanced at his hands, the tendons on his wrists, turned black and blue, as if he was preventing himself from exerting too much force on his hands.
Seeing the sawdust stuck between his fingers, he must've been searching the floor of the house when he saw I wasn't at the usual spot with the feeding bowl and toys.
Thump. Thump.
A heartbeat that seemed quite fast could be felt from the palm of his hand.
Why are you so nervous. I'm just a magical beast found in the wild. If you act like this, people will think you love me more than you love your own life.
"Cashew Nut, please don't scare me like that again."
I heard him sigh.
Kyle looked at me with complicated eyes and gently stroked my head. His hand that was holding me was shaking, yet the hand that swept through my fur was so gentle and stable.
"Am I ridiculous for liking you this much? I don't know if the rest of the world thinks like Belial. But from the first moment I held you in my hands, I was determined to give you all the love I have. Isn't it natural to cherish you with all my might since I decided that you'll be my companion."
Why are you speaking such touching words.
I stopped twisting in his grasp and stretched out my paw to touch his palm.
'You really must've been worried.'
That's right, I suddenly disappeared just a few days ago while you were washing up. For me, I was just turning into human to look around the castle, but for you it must have been shocking to find that I've gone.
I felt sorry towards Kyle. But I can't help it, I need to go out... Okay then, I'll adjust my schedule, how about going out when you're sleeping? Alright, let's do it like that.
Kyle put his lips briefly on my forehead and said affectionately.
"I want to make you the happiest magical beast in the whole world."
What a commendable remark. It's this hamster's luck to be picked by you. It's indeed convenient to live when your owner is a kind human.
"And if ever someone kidnaps you, he will not have the luxury of being buried in one place."
I take back what I said about you being kind. This owner is a bit strange. Please, don't be to obsessed with hamsters!
"Tomorrow afternoon, the vet will come again to examine you, Cashew Nut. It still bothers me that you fainted out of nowhere. Maybe you're too skinny.... I'll bring you a lot of special snacks tomorrow morning. For now, here, Sen brought you a beef snack."
Wow! Beef... Alright I'll let you slide even if you're too overbearing. Korean beef.... Ah, there's no Korean beef here. Northern beef, come to me~
By the way, you make me eat until I'm full every breakfast, lunch and dinner, but you think I'm skinny? Just because you can hold me with one hand doesn't mean I'm skinny!
Back in my old world, I was originally a glutton. I ate a lot and ate more freely once I got here. I guess I brought that habit with me here.
'Is the hamster constitution, the same as human constitution?'
Of course I don't know, I've never lived as a hamster before. Excuse me, does anyone know what's the average weight for a hamster?
"But it's alright, since you're still cute."
To Kyle, I seemed to be the definition of the most perfect specimen in this whole universe.
'This hamster otaku.....'
Hmph, still I felt a bit happy today, so I'll let it slide and call you a kind owner.
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What the Legos Want
MK: "I just- I don't want to let my friends down, you know? It's like, I want to help out in the store, do arts and crafts with Sandy, and party with M-m-m-Mei! Mei! But it's to hard, I'm just one guy!"
(1x02 Duplicatnation)
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MK: "Okay! I did bad, I just- I really wanted that peach, and I guess I got carried away."
(1x06 The Great Wall Race)
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Sun Wukong: "Take in everything! Choose what you want to do, and then do it! That is focus."
(1x07 Impossible Delivery)
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MK: "I just wanted to be good enough—like you."
(1x09 Macaque)
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MK: "It's like- I want to be strong, and I'm trying to be! But it- it's like Monkey King isn't giving me a chance! *sigh* What if- what if he knows he made a mistake—chose wrong, chose the wrong successor?"
(2x07 Shadow Play)
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Sandy: "Hurting others isn't a measure of one's strength—took me a really long time to realize that. As long as I'm doing something to help out a friend, I don't mind what it is! I just want to be there for 'em when they need me."
(2x08 To Catch a Leaf)
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Sun Wukong: "You want me to leave it, and I want me to take it! Eh, it's toughy."
Ne Zha: "What!? Don't do this!
Sun Wukong: "I'm sorry—it's the only way!"
(3x01 On The Run)
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MK: “Why are you helping her—Lady Bone Demon—like, look, I get that you’re a bad guy, but you know that she wants to destroy everything, right?”
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Sandy: "I don't want to fight, but I can't let you hurt my friends!"
(3x04 The Winning Side)
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Sun Wukong: "What? You got what you wanted didn't you? Not gonna gloat? Monologue a little before scurrying off to your master? Go on! The Lady Bone Demon is waiting."
Macaque: "I couldn't care less about what the Lady Bone Demon wants!"
(3x09 The King, the Prince, and the Shadow)
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Mei: "I can't! I don't want to hurt you—any of you! I'm sorry."
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Mei: "No! Stay back! I- I don't want to hurt you!"
(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)
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The Mayor: "All my lady ever desired was a world no longer plagued by pain—until the Monkey King and his companions got in the way. Fate however has gifted her a second chance!"
(3x13 Time to be Warriors) (Desired, wanted, same thing.)
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Lady Bone Demon: "Save your hero speech child—I've existed long enough to know when it's over.
MK: "You still think that the universe really wants anything, from any of us?"
Lady Bone Demon: "Don't you?"
(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)
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Macaque: "Still the same Wukong, doing whatever he wants with no regard for others!"
(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)
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Sun Wukong: "It's actually amazing how quickly you're mastering your powers—when I was your age-"
MK: "-You were fighting the celestial armies and generally swinging your big ol' tail around to get what you wanted?"
Sun Wukong: "Well I was going to say making regrettable life choices but yeah, thanks for laying out. I'm embarrassed to admit it but—you might have actually already done more for this world that I ever have!"
(4x01 Familiar Tales)
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Mei: “What’s the point of having power if you won’t use it? Don’t you have people you want to protect?”
(4x05 Court of the Yellow Robed Demon)
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Sandy: “But you were too WEAK to be who you truly are! I am a monster! That’s what the world wants me to be, so that’s what I’m gonna give ‘em!”
(4x06 Show Me the Monster)
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Curse MK: "Hey no no no- I get it man. You want to get back to our monster of the week adventures, get back to our simple missions with Mei, mastering all of Monkey King's powers and delivering noodles for pigsy. Right?"
MK: "Yeah...yeah actually that's exactly what I wanna-"
Curse MK: "But we can't! Not after all we've seen! All we know and all we don't? *sigh* Right friend?"
(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)
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Azure Lion: "No no—this isn't what I wanted! All you had to do was wait, after this was all over I was going to release Sun Wukong, help him see reason! That is now impossible—not after what you've done!"
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MK: “No matter what I do, it’s going to lead to pain. It’s like the Lady Bone Demon said—it doesn’t matter if I want to help people or not! Everything I do just- it just makes things worse!”
(4x08 The Brotherhood)
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Macaque: "Point is, it’s time to start making your own choices—something I wish I would have learned a lot sooner than I did. You don’t want to fight Azure because people might get hurt, you don’t want to not fight him because people might get hurt–so do something else! Only you get to decide who you are kiddo.”
(4x10 The Jade Emperor)
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Sun Wukong: "Ah, don't be like that! Eat some fruit, soak up the sun—that's why I've been training so hard!"
Macaque: "What, so you can be the strongest?"
Sun Wukong: "Nooo! Well, maybe a little bit—but that's not the point! It's so we don't have to worry about anything or anyone ever again! Just living a lazy life, sitting in the sun, eatin' fruit, and doing whatever we want!"
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Sun Wukong: "I just wanted to protect the people I cared about—to be strong enough. I lost sight of why I was doing any of it."
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Macaque: "You did it for yourself! You've become this like, obsessive demon! I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea, but no, Wukong doesn't listen to anyone, he just does whatever he wants!"
(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)
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MK: "That's what you were pretending to be right? To be my friend? To care about me? When really you were just using me to get what you wanted! To turn me against my own mentor! Put your hand in the monkey cage, and expect to get bit son!"
(4x13 Rip and Tear)
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Sun Wukong: "Azure just stop, okay? You've won—you're going to destroy us just like you wanted! Us an the entire universe."
Azure Lion: "Huh? No. This is not what I wanted! I can still fix this, it's- it's the whole reason I'm here at all!"
Sun Wukong: "Wait, how are you here!?"
Azure Lion: "What? What kind of a question is that you know exactly how I'm-"
Sun Wukong: "-No! Here and now! I put you in the underworld myself. How'd you get out, how'd you get the scroll? I know for sure you didn't steal it—you couldn't have! Azure, who gave you that scroll? Because whoever it was they must have known this would happen, wanted this to happen! And they used you to do it."
Azure Lion: "I just wanted to make the world a better place!"
MK: "You still can—you're the only one who can."
(4x14 Better Than We Found It)
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Welcome viewers, to a shadow play the likes of which have never been seen! It follows the tragic tale of a legendary warrior, and how those who bring light into this world inevitably bring darkness to those they hold dear whether they want to or not.
#it ain't much cataloging every thematically relevant instance of the word want in the lego show- but it's honest work#on god I'm sure I'm missing some examples#It feels wrong that there isn't anything from ROTSQ#But I don't feel like looking for more#It's been a while since I've made a stupidly long parallels post. Feels right feels good#So. Anyways my dream of lmk going the ''You are going to hurt the people you care about and they are going to hurt you'' route#and Mk having to accept that is SO fucking real it's going to happen#I love you thematically banger lego show. I love you#Like this literally starts in 1x02. MK wanting one thing but causing another#I need fluffypotatey's ''Can you two stop being parallels for FIVE MINUTES!'' meme about SWK and MK#it's like. So true#lmk#lego monkie kid#lmk theme: hurt#lmk s4 you are literally everything to me#lmk SWK#lmk MK#lmk Macaque#lmk Azure LIon#lmk theme: what you want
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last twilight ep 5 thoughts feelings etc.
eyy actually watched this earlier and rewatching it, so things should be a little less feral and unhinged. actually took notes my first watch through as well (wtf am i doing)
once again i love how stories are our constant companions in this show. i love how they keep playing with the parallels between worlds, it's one of my absolute favorite things in storytelling.
i love the fact that day is now 'invisible' in the world of badminton but he can still experience all of the joy of the game by supporting his friends. badminton was such a big part of his life and he doesn't have to leave it all behind, he just experiences it a little differently now.
film is so fucking pretty even covered in 'sweat.' i do love the show let her be 'sweaty' and disheveled instead of having perfect hair and make up after what was clearly a hard game. GIVE ME SWEATY WOMEN. (god im so gay)
so i said it last week but the only time we've ever seen mhok be violent is when he's been protecting the people close to him. (his garage bro, porjai x 2, etc) and we see him ready to do it again when august confronts day. there is no doubt in my mind that mhok was fully prepared to bury that bitch for even daring to make day the slightest bit afraid.
and god how scary does that have to be? you can't see, you're already nervous to be here, and suddenly someone is shouting at you - and maybe you don't recognize them at first because you haven't heard their voice in over a year but all you know is they're coming closer and they're so angry. i can't imagine anything scarier than that.
ahh, a broken picture frame representing a broken bond, an absolute classic metaphor. an oldie but a goodie.
once again i love that we see day's rage. anger really is such a big part of coming to terms with being disabled. i got some bad news a few weeks ago about my own disease and i've spent the last few weeks so angry and frustrated and then just sad. it's such a complex journey and the show is doing an absolutely brilliant job of showing that.
i do owe day's family a small smidgen of an apology since day is the one that asked it to be kept a secret, HOWEVER, i do think that conversation should have been revisited after a fucking year. how long were they just going to let him live in isolation? like cool for respecting his agency, not cool for letting him waste away in a tomb of his own making.
FINALLY WE GET MHOK OPENING UP.
so here's the thing with mhok. i love him. no - the real thing is i see so much of myself in him. my friends and family constantly get frustrated with me because i will never tell them when something is wrong or when i'm shouldering a lot of emotions about something. when i got the bad news about my disease i hid in my office and cried at my desk and then cleaned myself up and pretended nothing happened. fuck, i feel like i understand mhok on such a deep level.
not to get too into it but my own habits stem from neglect in my formative years, and i have to wonder if mhok's behavior maybe stems from his isolation in prison? oftentimes people with these behavior patterns will self isolate, either deal with or bury their emotions, and then emerge back into their friend group as if nothing happened. (am i talking about myself again? shhh.) mhok didn't really have a choice - sure you can write letters, have visitors, but a large part of his day was probably handling his grief in solitude. he's probably gotten so good at "handling it" and pushing everything down and dealing with everything in silence that he doesn't know how to handle it any other way now.
to make things worse, it happened over a year ago. he probably feels like he should be "over it" and not make it a big deal. maybe i'm projecting just a smidge (just a lot) but i do think it's something interesting to keep in mind. either way, him finally talking about rung to day is fucking MASSIVE, both for their relationship and mhok's emotional wellbeing.
august is fucking king of mixed signals and i don't super like that he looked for mhok's permission to lead day through the court. why the fuck are you looking at mhok when you could just ask day? if you look closely, as mhok is letting go day curls his fingers around the hand that mhok uses to remove his hand from his arm.
i do love we see mhok pushing day a little more out of his comfort zone as he did in earlier episodes.
porjai is so fucking pretty. is there anything more attractive than a woman in shorts and an oversized band tee? no. no there is not.
and again we see how much time and effort mhok has put into being day's caretaker - and his friend. he did research and learned methods that would make dining out easier for day. i love him so much! i don't know how day could still be thinking about august after that adorable little date.
UGH OKAY SO. HERE'S WHERE WE GET INTO MY BIG FEELINGS.
in my opinion, the theme of this episode has been "being late." here's why.
the boys were very nearly, or were, late to gee's badminton game
you could consider mhok 'late' to tell day about rung
day thinks he's too late to confess to august
mhok realizes he's come into day's life too late to receive his affection
and then we have august's literal late arrival (i still dont know what fucking game this jackass is playing)
this also ties in to a little trend i've been noticing in regards to mhok that oftentimes he's too late in life.
he was too late to save rung, and learned of her death late
he was too late to receive the mechanic job as it had 'already been given to someone else'
he was a late arrival to the interview to become day's caretaker
and again, he's entered day's life too late to receive his affection (or so he thinks)
i genuinely don't know if this is intentional, but i think it's something interesting to draw connections to.
anyway, again, i dont know what the fuck august's deal is but i can tell you if i was day i'd be getting over my feelings for him real fucking quick. i don't super like that august shows up, hears about day's feelings, and asks mhok to keep his being there a secret - but i do understand it and i do understand mhok's side of things. i don't think he does it out of his own selfishness, i think rather he realizes august likely doesn't return day's affection and letting him think august didn't show up is possibly the kinder of the two scenarios. (my only hope is we don't see august return and try to woo day or something later with this knowledge)
i do love that mhok stayed. he was concerned and it might seem a little overbearing but day was clearly nervous for this outing and all in all it's good that he stayed. and then he made sure to salvage the evening for day and take him out on a proper date. maybe it's not the date day wanted but it looks like he had a great time (perhaps even a better time) spending a day with someone he could relax and be himself around.
flowers have so many different meanings across cultures and tbh i'm far to tired to dig into the thai meaning of hydrangeas (if there are any) but i do think hydrangeas are neat. this is prob common knowledge but the color of hydrangea petals is determined by the ph balance in the soil they're grown in. (blue hydrangeas grow in soil with a ph balance of 5.2-5.5, far more in the base range than red hydrangeas that grow in a ph balance of 6.0-6.2, and once the soil reaches acidic levels it tends to produce pink flowers)
i guess maybe if you wanted you could draw a connection to how malleable mhok is becoming and how his environment is changing him.
scientifically, sunflowers are also an interesting flower because they are often used to heal damaged and irradiated soil. they're so fucking resilient and help heal the world around them. i think there's a lot of connections we can make there with both mhok and day, regardless of flower symbolism and going purely on science.
anyway sorry to be a science nerd.
that's all ive really got for this episode, i say, as if i have not written you all a novel. this show continues to make me feel so much and tickle my brain in such a delightful way. between this and moonlight chicken p'aof has definitely made me a fan for life.
tag loves: @benkaaoi | @callipigio | @lookwhatihave
(once again pls always feel free to lmk if you want to be added or removed)
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k so I didn't know this before but halsin apparently originally wasn't even intended to be a companion plus he's intended to be part of a poly romance... which is why his mono romance was barely developed??
man how were we supposed to know that :\ but suddenly it all makes so much fucking sense... why his character arc and romance fell so flat and why you can't romance him for so DAMN long. I suppose you're supposed to romance another companion and then bring halsin in to be part of a poly relationship instead and it's not intended that you get to act 3 with no romances--they assume you've romanced another companion already
i'm really damn disappointed that his mono romance is pretty much nonexistent and that his character development is so all over the place. I don't think I'll ever be doing a poly romance because I'm just not into that at all so unless they fix halsin's mono romance guess I gotta live with it
the only other companion who really interested me for a romance was karlach but her story is almost equally nonexistent and apparently she's got bad endings only?! like just kill me man. i want to try karlach's romance but i feel like her story is just... nonexistent, i mean all you do is find infernal iron and go to dammon. there's not even a specific quest arc or challenge for her, you just sort of naturally find the iron during regular exploration.
guess i'll be trying the other romances more out of curiosity rather than desire. like they all have aspects i like but then there's just like one (or two) things that turn me off.
i liked gale initially bc i was like holy shit an alistair/anders lovechild but then he started all that weird mystra stuff and i was like aight im outie. and i was also like wait we're supposed to be able to romance this guy?! isn't he very clearly not over this thing with mystra? i mean dude's gonna blow himself up for repentance or sth
wyll is like... fine i guess but too nice LMAO and i wont lie the dance scene was just like........... not my thing at all. just really not. and i honestly really don't like his devil appearance, i feel bad for saying it bc it's not his fault lol 😭 i liked him way more as a human but then quickly realized he doesnt stay that way for long. i think his story is definitely intriguing with the whole mizora thing and him being the son of the duke but man.
astarion is insufferable lord i can't stand the way he talks. i kicked him right after the nighttime blood sucking scene bc his voice/personality were so grating and i'm just not into the vampire shit at all. he also just like... looks like a creep and the way he talks doesn't help... tbh i think the only way i'll be able to tolerate him is to mod his face he just comes off as a creepy insufferable old guy i'm sorry
i like shadowheart as a companion but not really into her for a romance. her whole utter devotion to shar was also a huge turnoff lmao and for this first run I just decided that my tav wasn't into that. i did make the choice that basically had her turn against shar but i'm like yeah she can be besties with my tav i like that more. I actually really like sh's arc as a close/best friend
couldn't stand lae'zel initially either, left her in the cage after she wouldnt say please since tav is petty like that. found her later and reluctantly went the creche with her and then ended up killing her oops but hey she threatened to kill me first 🤷♀️ i'll def take her on future runs but i don't think i'll ever romance her
so like who does that even leave me with?? halsin basically fit a lot of parameters i like in a companion until i played through more of the game and realized that they really didnt deliver with him. i'm sure if i play through these companion quests/romances further in the future i'll warm up more to these characters but my initial impressions were just... not favorable and hey it's an rpg and my tav has opinions! who knows maybe i'll end up loving one of these character romances but rn i'm still lamenting over halsin's utterly lackluster one
#welp#it explains so damn much#not rly looking for opinions on this one just tagging for my own future reference so i can look back and be like#damn girl u were so wrong... or right....#halsin#bg3
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@abovexhorizons asked:
"I suppose... Until we get out of this "Skydom", we'd be better off sticking with a group that knows what they're doing."
They were waiting by the airship gates, eyes cast out to the endless sky ahead of them; they'd wounded up stranded in this town by pure chance, yet it seemed fate hadn't wanted Isa nor Rika to leave.
That was, of course, until the man in the giant suit of armor appeared; a knight, from the looks of things, with a scythe dipped in terror. It didn't take much for Isa to tell it was scaring the Kitsune out of her companion.
Thus, then, it was only natural they'd stick with him; if others wouldn't approach him, they'd be safe; and perhaps he'd know a way for them to get an airship of their own. Or a crew looking for an extra set of hands.
"Excuse me, Ser Knight? I'm wanting to get an airship to leave here; preferably as a Skyfarer, with my companion as well. We've been stuck here a spell, you see..."
Isa didn't want to divulge too much towards a stranger; least of all their strange predicament of just how they got here, not yet. She doubted anyone would believe her if she said anything anyway.
At least her father couldn't follow them here; or so Isa hoped.
A knight...? Him?
Now that was an odd thought...Vaseraga didn't really think he looked the part of a dashing hero like Siegfried, or a noble champion like Lancelot...But, he supposed some people might have their own, unusual definitions of the term.
"I'm afraid I can't help you. I've only just arrived on the island myself for a solo job; I can talk to the Captain of the Grandcypher about your circumstances after, but that's assuming you're willing to be patient. Heh, didn't even know I came off as a knight, with how ominous I look..."
...Though, soon enough, the gears in his head had begun to turn. These two did remind Vaseraga of the Captain and Lyria, to a degree...They were only missing a "Vyrn" to have the resemblance be more uncanny. Though...While it did feel a bit odd to consider this, if he could employ them to make his job go quicker, then they could speak to the Captain sooner.
And knowing them, they'd be all too willing to help, too...So, both parties stood to gain from this, so while the choice was obvious to the Draph warrior...He'd let the two decide their path for themselves.
"...Actually, belay that thought for a moment.
Let me make you two an offer, and allow me to introduce myself. I'm Vaseraga, and as you've probably surmised from my words by now, I'm currently affiliated with a crew and airship. If you help me with my job, we can explain your circumstances to the Captain faster, and you can tell them to drop you off wherever you like. Our target is a Goblin Warrior leading a warpack of lesser Goblins, holed up in a ruined fort on the island. We're to exterminate every last individual due to the threat they pose to the port here, and while I could handle it alone...
I admit I'd feel a bit better having backup. Especially the kind that can keep me from pushing my body too hard...We both stand to gain from this arrangement. I'll let you talk to your friend about it, but if you can fight, I'll feel even better about asking for your help."
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Gravity is a bitc- wait, what do you mean this is PG rated?
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Varian gets injured while collecting firewood with Hugo and really doesn’t want help.
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"I don't think that's supposed to happen," Hugo comments, staring at his companion nervously.
"Oh really? You think so?" Varian retorts, his teeth gritted in pain. "I'm sure that my leg should look like that!" He gestures at his leg, which looks like a leg and more like a slaughtered animal.
"We should probably go back to the caravan, you need help," Hugo suggests.
"Fine. How do you suggest I get back there?" The smaller boy questions, his voice dripping with venom.
"I can carry you," Hugo says slyly.
"Hmmm let me think." Varian taps his chin, pretending to think. "How about no. I don't need your help, Thief." He slowly stands up, resting most of his weight on his staff. Its alchemy balls shimmer in the appeared sunlight streaming through the tree canopy.
"I really don't think you should be walking Goggles, your leg seems pretty bad," Hugo remarks, stepping towards Varian.
"I said I'm fine," Varian says, holding a hand up. "You can leave now because I don't need you.." He attempts to limp in the vague direction of their campsite but barely makes it a step before he pitches onto the ground.
Hugo sighs and walks over. "You obviously are too stubborn to admit when you're hurt so I have no choice." He kneels and picks Varian up bridal style in one smooth motion.
Varian lets a small yelp mass through his lips and buries his face in Hugo's neck. "Put me down!" he mumbles into Hugo's collar.
"Sorry Goggles, but I don't think Nura will let me live if you don't return to the caravan."
"Oh really, so what happened to the thief I met at the fire temple? He would never have done this," Varian huffs.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hugo denies
Varian glares at Hugo for a moment then gives in and rests his head against the taller boy's chest.
Hugo pretends to care about an animal chittering in the treetops so he has an excuse to look up, thus hiding his flushed cheeks from Varian.
They're almost back to camp when Varian speaks up.
"Sorry for getting blood on you," he apologizes, his voice quiet and muffled by Hugo's shirt.
"Don't worry about it, not the first time it's happened," Hugo assures him, still trying not to blush.
The rest of the walk to the caravan is silent, only penetrated by the occasional grunt of pain from Varian when Hugo has to clamber over a large root or rock, causing his leg to swing.
When they reached the clearing that served as their campsite, their traveling companions glance up from what they were doing.
"What happened? What did you do to him?" Nuru questions, shoving her star charts aside and jumping up as the pair drew near.
"He just had to get a perfect specimen from a tree, while I was trying to collect firewood," Hugo explains, bending to open the caravan door,
Varian yelps as his head bumps against the door, "So now I can't speak for myself?" he complains, glaring up at Hugo.
"Nope cutie," Hugo smirks, setting Varian onto his bunk, careful not not move the Alchemist's leg more than needed.
Varian looked away quickly, desperately to mask his blushing as a grimace.
"I know this stuff, so i can fix you up," Nuru mutteres, rummaging through a cabinet for medical supplies and decidedly ignoring what Hugo had said.
She returned with an armful of things, most of which Varian recognized from prior use.
"But I'll need access to your leg to dress it and right now that's a bit of a problem." Nuru gestured at Varian's bloodied pant leg.
"Oh I can fix that," Hugo says quickly, pulling a pocket knife from his belt. He knelt beside the bed, taking Varian's leg firmly in his hands, not on top of his wound luckily, but it still sent a jolt through Varian's body. In a few carefully placed slashes(most of which were much too close to Varian's skin for comfort) his pant leg falls away, giving an ample view of the mess in front of them.
Exposing the wound didn't make it look any better. There was a sizable gash over his shin and bone was visible through the muscle.
"Yuck," Nuru murmurs, making a face.
"Oh no, the princess can't handle a little blood," Hugo mocks.
"I can handle it, but we both know this is more than 'a little blood." She turns her attention to Varian. "How are you not passed out right now?" Nuru asks incredulously. "This is pretty serious."
Varian laughs nervously. "Guess I just have a great tolerance for pain."
"Well, I hope it's as high as you claim because it's going to hurt like hell when I clean it," Nuru warns.
"Who's this I," Hugo demands. "You are certainly not helping him."
"Because you know so much more about medicine than me," Nuru snaps back.
"Ah yes the astronomer princess is soo qualified," Hugo mutters under his breath.
"FINE! You want to help him? Be my guest, but don't come crying to me when it goes horribly wrong." Nuru storms out of the caravan, leaving a very smug Hugo.
"It won't go wrong so i won't need you," he calls after her.
"Was that really necessary?" Varian asks after Nuru leaves.
"Nah," Hugo admits. "I don't think anyone here is qualified enough for this."
"That's reassuring." Varian rolls his eyes and closes them for a second. "And also a terrible idea. do you even know how to fix something like this?"
"I disagree, and I picked up on a few things on the streets, for your information, " Hugo says. "Why don't I get started now?"
Varian opens his eyes. "No."
"Well, I'm afraid I can't just let you bleed out, despite how I'm sure you'd not do the same for me."
Varian takes a deep breath. "Fine whatever. But if you make it worse i will spike your drink with a few chemicals," he huffs, turning away. "Get on with it then."
With a grin, Hugo began working. He pours something from a large grey bottle onto a rag and rubs it on the skin around the wound, careful to not apply too much pressure.
A draft wafts the odor from the bottle in Varian direction and he wrinkles his nose at the pungent stench.
When Hugo was finished cleaning around the wound, he looked up at Varian. "This is going to hurt like hell, just to warn you."
Varian nods grimly and branches himself.
Hugo grabs the grey bottle and pours a copious amount directly into the gaping hole.
Varian bits his lip, har enough to draw blood, in an effort to keep quiet, despite the horrific burning sensation radiating from his leg.
He doesn't notice when Hugo grasps the two ends of his leg, but he most definitely notices when he forces them back into place.
A choked sob escapes Varian's lips and he goes limp, in too much pain to attempt to move. Tears stream down his face and he clenches his jaw tight to hold back the cries threatening to escape.
"Hey, hey, it's alright," Hugo comforts him gently as he gently brushes some hair off of Varian's forehead. Then, realizing how intimate the action was, he pulls his hand back. "Err we can take a break from this if it hurts too much. Can we do that? Take a break from a medical procedure I mean? Or is it like when you cook something and it has to cook all the way and you can't take a break from cooking it halfway through?' He mutters the last part under his breath, which is still pretty loud.
Varian chuckles, wiping the tears from his face. "N-Nah it's fine. I'm fine now, it doesn't even hurt that much anymore."
Not technically a lie, the pain has dulled from being trampled by a horse to simply being smacked with a metal shovel. Definitely bearable.
"If you're sure." Hugo produces a threaded needle and starts to sew the skin shut.
Varian gritted his teeth as the needle pierces his skin, though it's pale compared to the pain he had been in a few moments ago.
When the last of the stitches had been put in place, Hugo carefully wraps Varian's leg first with soft gauze and then sets the bone with a firm curved plank on either side of his leg, followed by more padding and a thicker bandage. The end result looks a bit bulky but effective.
Hugo takes a step back. "There you go. I fixed your leg," he says proudly.
Varian nods weakly collapses back into his pillow and smiles weakly up at Hugo.
He feels tired. Exhausted even, but overall content, and maybe even happy, considering he's safe and sound and his leg has finally stopped throbbing so badly now that it's in proper alignment.
"Thank you, Hugo," Varian mummers, or at least he tries to say, but sleep is overtaking his body and it comes out more as "Thmk you Mugo."
"Anytime Goggles," Hugo says fondly. "Just call if you need anything else."
Varian hums an unintelligible response to this, which makes the thief smile. He stands by the door until he's sure that Varian is asleep before exiting the caravan.
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thinking about how most of the companions (and I say most bc I can't say with certainty how the "bad" route for a lot of them go) have a definite moment in the game PRIOR to the end to have enough time to show you how it changes them, but Gale kind of doesn't.
for instance, you get to see shadowheart and astarion display their changes after making their pivotal decision - you see how ascending alters astarion's personality, you see how becoming a justiciar causes shadowheart to become more fanatical.
I do wish we had gotten the opportunity to see a little more into Gale's bad end since you don't really get to the culmination of his storyline until after the final fight, and then you're left with just a brief dialogue and he peaces out. I encouraged him to seek the crown on my first run and the climax of it was really disappointing to me, especially having romanced him as well, bc it didn't even give me the option to go with him at the end, despite the entire time him telling you "yes we will do this together, we will be gods together." idk it just felt so bad to have him come up to my Tav who, as far as she was concerned, was supporting him the whole way and just tell her "yeah I'm leaving to do this" and the only choices are "I'll be here when you get back" or "don't do this," it just felt so out of character, bc whether or not he vies for the crown, I don't believe his love for your Tav was not genuine, like he WANTS you there by his side - if a change came about AFTER he got the crown and the power that comes with it, it would have made more sense, but we didn't get to SEE that bc he had yet to even get his hands on it at the end of the game.
I guess I'm just saying it would have been nice to get a more thorough ending to his bad route storyline or an opportunity to see it changing him throughout act 3 maybe, since he's essentially made his decision by the time he sees Mystra but you don't sense any change in him until it's too late (ie. the crown right in front of him at/after the final encounter).
#even during the gauntlet at the end if you talk to him he betrays nothing#continues to talk as if he hopes this isn't your final day together#and wishes for thousands more kisses into the future#and then suddenly he's like well it's been a slice and leaves you haha#it's just so abrupt#gale bg3#bg3 spoilers
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IF IDEAS
a collection of my if ideas cause i can't commit to writing one.
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Havisa: The Legacy of Nimerah
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You're a simple traveling merchant...
Oh, how glorious it would be to have those words leave your mouth and have it be accepted as the absolute truth.
Your caravan is magical and has a mind of its own; your predecessor was a woman feared by all corners of the world; your companions are all a jumble of ironies; and you're a former war general that the king is still keeping track of.
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۞ Play as a former war general turned traveling merchant whose responsibilities keep on adding up.
۞ Befriend 5 ironic companions and get to romance 4 of those interesting characters. You will get to meet 1 special companion too.
۞ Continue the centuries long legacy of your predecessor.
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characters of interest:
The Unwilling Healer (nb). Your childhood friend and a well known player. They would have had the honor to be called your first companion have he been more willing to join you. It was hard to separate them from the luxury an elven scholar gets to receive but here they are, a healer who would rather let their patients die. They have the tendency to push people to their breaking point and revel in their anger, you would find that your other companions are not really in favor of them. (ro)
The Mage Swordsman (f). Your first ever and most loyal companion. A noble lady you rescued during her darkest moment. Her affinity to magic is unexpectedly strong to the point it is on par to the grand mage but she chose to practice swordmanship. She can be a sweetheart who does her best to befriend the others in one second and a cold-blooded murderer the next. Usually mistaken as a man because of the precautions she takes to hide her identity. (ro)
The Blind Archer (m). Your youngest companion and a full-on brat. It is hard to understand his mastery of archery without his eyesight but considering all the theatrics he does, it'd be harder to get a answer. He is convinced that he's an encyclopedia who has every information of the world. has the tendency to nitpick everyone too. The archer is very much the definition of a child or is this truly who they are? (non ro)
The Foul-Mouthed Priest/Priestess (m/f). As a person of cloth, the words that leaves their mouth can give believers a heart attack. Born a seer, they were abandoned by their parents, and left to the church. They had no choice but to become who they are now. The church sees them as an anomaly as not only can they see the future, they are also able to communicate with the gods but if they were given the choice, they'd run away from this all. (ro)
The Cowardly Necromancer (m/f). An illegitimate royal whose mother is trying to make them a pawn. Despite their immense power over the undead, they are easily scared of everything. Not being a legitimate heir to the throne is indeed a blessing to them because if you give them that responsibility, they might have died with a heart attack a long time ago. (ro)
The Duke (m). Cold, calculated, and a bastard child, the duke is definitely a novelesque character with a matching sad backstory. Many would say that he is an unmoveable man, stubborn with his ideals, but what is he without that? He had failed someone before, a second time would only prove the fact once more that he is weak and useless. (special ro)
Nimerah (f) and Havisa (f). Your predecessor and the caravan with a mind of its own that she had entrusted under your care. Nimerah has been dead for a while already and that leaves you with her longest friend, Havisa. Although unable to speak, Havisa adds life to your already lively companions. (non ro)
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The Mark of A Dying Star
(tw: depression and suicide)
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it has almost been 12 years since you have debuted. Releasing an album, winning at a music show, filming videos, touring around the world, modeling—you've done many things as an idol that it didn't come to a surprise to anyone that you began to dwell into acting. Even when you find it hard to release an album, you still had millions of fans waiting for you but when did it became this hard? waking up had become a struggle, your manager is back at scolding you like you're a rookie, and fans are beginning to worry about your health. You remember that becoming an idol was your childhood dream so where did it all go wrong?
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✧ play as a tired, depressed, and suicidal kpop idol-actor on their 12th year in the industry.
✧ release your last song or last drama (or both depending on your choices!)
✧ spend time with 4 unique people in the industry.
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characters of interest:
The Constant (m/f). Long before they were the main dancer and leader of their group, they were your classmate hellbent on outdoing you. No matter what you do, they would do everything to be better than you so it wasn't really a surprise when they debuted two years after you. You've known them for so long but are yet to fully comprehend where all their hatred came from. If only you could notice what type of look they give you, maybe you wouldn't be that confused.
The Newcomer (m/f). Many would say that its funny that despite the both of you being celebrities for more than a decade, you have yet cross paths well until they moved in the same apartment complex as you do. Known for their villain roles in dramas, they definitely have the intimidating aura to match but that is far from who they are. Their kind nature is unlike any other, its a surprise that they have been able to live in a world like this. Will you give this newcomer a chance?
The Artist (m/f). The oldest of the latest group under your company. As a senior in the industry, you do your best to guide their group and ensure that they won't make the same mistakes as you but its hard to navigate around the eldest. It doesn't help that they're older than you and them talking with honorifics around you is throwing you of. How would you react if you'd find out that you are their muse? that you have made them realize their dream to be an idol?
The Reporter (m/f/nb). They are the last person you should ever talk to, its best that you steer clear of them—at least thats what they say. They weren't like this before, you remember that when they were new to the industry, hope filled their eyes but now its all blank. Uncovering crimes done by celebrities was not their intentions but this is their life now, reporting to the public that their celebrity is a scum. They're a hyprocrite you know? telling you this is a bad look when they're the one craving for your presence most.
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more IF ideas will be added as time goes on!
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HoF at Skyhold: Something about Blackwall
Small edits and additional texts in relation to my HoF at Skyhold A?U and Blackwall's companion quest. The displayed alternations do not necessarily depict how this A?U would be implemented into my actual worldstate
A good portion of this Novhen's voice is slightly different than you might have come to expect from him, but he's also working among few friends and needs to present himself very carefully.
Thom Ranier's Fate: Connections Text
We can send Warden-Commander Tabris to parley with the Val Royeaux city officials. If he can make a claim to Thom Rainier falling under the jurisdiction of the Grey Wardens, few in Orlais will question him.
Thom Ranier's Fate: Connections Results
The Warden-Commander was able to retrieve Rainier without any difficulty. Despite the events of Fort Adamant, there remains little doubt of Orlais's admiration of the Grey Wardens. Rainier awaits your judgment.
Josephine
Thom Rainier's Fate and Rainier's Release: An Alternative Postscript. At the end of each results screen, there is an additional letter.
Inquisitor <Surname>,
I understand you will be presiding over the trial of Thom Rainier. As Rainier is a Warden-Recruit and his crimes include desertion and the impersonation of a Warden-Constable, the Order has the preeminent right to judge him. I ask that you keep that in mind as you move forward with your proceedings.
My gratitude,
Warden-Commander Tabris
Sit In Judgment of Rainier
Novhen himself is not present for the trial. As he refuses to forfeit his right to judge Blackwall, it was determined that he would pose too great of a risk to the Inquisitor's legitimacy as the judge for that case if he were. (That's how you know you're making the right decisions!) Leliana makes a trade with him in exchange for his passivity, but neither side will reveal the nature of the trade. What's it with spies and secrets?
Sit In Judgment of Rainier: Freed With Connections
Blackwall: What did you have to do to release me?
Inquisitor: I did little. The Warden-Commander of Ferelden arranged for it.
Blackwall: And I presume it was allowed under the impression that he would be the one to carry out my judgment, but we've already done so much to discredit the Grey Wardens. What's one more insult to their Order?
Post-Sit in Judgment of Rainier: Asking Novhen about the fate of Blackwall
This is a bit messy to organize, but blue text is Novhen. To help visualize the multiple choice, each "➡" represents a deeper layer of the dialogue tree.
Investigate: Let's talk about Blackwall.
(IF ordered to serve as a fake Grey Warden) "Sentencing a man to impersonate a Warden in front of such a large crowd was an interesting move."
➡We needed a Warden.
➡➡"Then you should have ask me. You'd be hard-pressed to find another with more influence short of heading all the way to the Anderfels."
➡➡(cont. IF Wardens exiled) "And if you're really so desperate, don't forget the hundred-some you just sent marching there. There were options." (End)
➡He's made his bed.
➡➡"And you're just ensuring he lie in it. I know this story. Maker forbid someone try to make up for his past." (End)
➡Weisshaupt had better not hear a word of this.
➡➡"With so many assembled, I'm sure the news is already on its way. Gossip travels fast, and few ears in this court will be devoted to only you. I hope you didn't expect otherwise." (End)
(IF pardoned) "I don't know the full situation around his recruitment, but there are circumstances where a recruit will be allowed to leave before becoming a full Warden. I will give him the benefit of the doubt. The Grey Wardens relinquish their right to him. He's your man. All I ask is you allow him a long life."
➡I will ensure it.
➡➡"Thank you, Inquisitor." / (IF elven Inquisitor) "Ma serannas, Inquisitor." (End)
➡I can't control if he survives.
➡➡"No, but you can control what you do with him. Wardens don't often live long, so please make the most of the freedom you've given him." (End)
➡If he dies, he dies.
➡➡"See that he doesn't." (End)
(IF sent to the Grey Wardens) "You made the right choice, Inquisitor. Thank you. We will wait until after Corypheus is defeated for his Joining, but until then, he's at your disposal." (End)
Codex Entry: "Blackwall" and the Last Few Years: If Blackwall's personal quest was not unlocked.
This delivers Blackwall a kinder fate than the real in-game codex because Novhen for sure knew his deal and was keeping tabs on it himself, but i had to find a way to keep him from the Inquisition. No personal quest, no Warden.
Correspondence found in the Inquisition's files, dated four months ago:
Dark Wolf,
I have a request for you. I recall you offering to take Blackwall to Amaranthine to conclude his initiation. The Inquisition has looked around, but unfortunately, asking after a "Warden Blackwall" has delivered poor results.
An Exalted Council awaits the Inquisition at the beginning of this upcoming Solace. His presence is requested at the council. This may be the last time the Inquisitor's inner circle will all be gathered together in one place.
Please pass along this invitation to him and tell me however much you can of his current situation.
-L
Nightingale,
I apologize for never fully debriefing you. You know how the Order is. The true identity of the man you know as Blackwall is one Thom Rainier. The real Warden-Constable Gordon Blackwall died in 9:36.
After Corypheus's defeat, Thom was offered a proper position among the Grey Wardens. He currently serves in Ferelden and the Free Marches.
Warden Thom is currently on a mission in the Deep Roads and is not likely to return in time for the Exalted Council. This may be for the best. I don't think he's eager to show his face to the Inquisition again after his lies.
That's the extent of what I can tell you at the moment. When he returns, I will inform him of your contact. He may yet surprise us.
DW
#nohven tabris#blackwall#au: hof at skyhold#up next in this series: probably some more ambient conversations i started writing while working on this
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Day 6: Write 500 words for your main project
I don't have a main project so have this 1000 word scene instead.
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"You know what, we're all tired. There's bound to be an inn in the next town. Why don't I save us all the trouble and take care of this myself, huh?"
"You plan on taking out a small herd of manticores all by yourself? Just how are you going to be doing that?" Kane crossed his arms across his chest, raising a skeptical brow.
"You sure about this Mika? We've been traveling all day," Miggs flicked the fletchings of his drawn arrow.
"It'll be fine. Just feed me after, and it shouldn't be a problem," she shrugged off her cloak and pulled off her belt.
"Why are you removing your clothing? Good Gods woman! Did you drop your decency on the road somewhere?" Alois exclaimed.
"What? I don't wanna have to spend all night cleaning manticore blood out of them," she stripped off her shirt and added it to the pile.
"Miss Mikaela please!" Alois slapped his hands over his eyes and spun around.
Kane averted his eyes, with a displeased huff. "Mikaela, is this really necessary? I can help you clean your clothes if need be,"
"Calm down, I'm not getting naked. I have some class," she barked.
"Says the woman standing in an open field wearing nothing but her trousers and undergarments,"
"Shuddup Miggs no one asked you," she sneered and turned back to the advancing herd.
"You know I can't say I really like the idea of you fighting alone. You're strong yes but-"
"Master Kane, I guess this is as good a time as any to inform you that I was a tad misleading when you asked me who I was. I didn't lie, but I did conveniently leave out a few key details," she dropped her head back so she could look at him, an unnerving smile on her face. "But only about what I am," she snickered as her eyes began glowing red. Demonic markings emerged from her skin like ink bleeding through paper.
"She's a demon?" Alois gasped, clutching his cross.
"Of sorts," Miggs dropped his arrow back into his quiver. "She's technically only a demi-demon, but she takes after her dad a lot more than her mom. Which is a damn shame cause her mom's hot,"
"Miguel," Kane warned.
"You've never seen her, the woman would make even a square like you fall to your knees,"
"Miguel, I'm less interested in your perverted thoughts on Mikaela's mother and more interested in how she's able to tear the head off a manticore with her bare hands,"
Alois pulled his hood over his face, "Tell me when it's over," he mumbled, "I'm gonna be sick,"
Miggs nodded, "Yeah it's pretty impressive, but the power doesn't come for free. If she uses to much or changes to fast she kinda loses grip on her humanity and goes crazy,"
"'Goes crazy'? The hell does that mean?"
"Language Master Kane,"
"I'll apologize to the Gods later, there are bigger issues to deal with. What do you mean by she goes crazy,"
"The last time she really lost control was probably like 12 years ago but it was pretty gnarly. The first guy dumb enough to try and grab her after she went on a rampage against this giant chimera got his back broken. And not in the sexy way,"
"How are you talking so much and giving me so little information? It's almost impressive,"
"Perhaps it would be best to ask the lady herself?" Alois quipped, face still covered by his hood.
"Yeah probably, I don't really understand the details myself," Miggs shrugged, "Oh look, I think she's done. We should probably get her dressed and to a tavern for some food. She's pretty hangry after doing stuff like this,"
Kane rubbed his fingers against his temples, once again questioning his choice in traveling companions. "Sure, alright. Let's bring Mikaela her clothes and something to clean up with and get some dinner. I think I need a drink,"
"Master Kane, I thought you didn't like alcohol," Alois tilted his head in confusion.
"After the day we've had, I might just reconsider my position on the matter,"
Miggs started towards the mess of carcasses, leaving the pile of clothing for the others to collect. "Hey if I come near you are you gonna eat me?" he called out.
Mika rolled her eyes and swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. A failed attempt to wipe away the blood that was splattered across her face. "No, but annoy me a little more and I might make you collateral damage,"
Miggs chuckled nervously, "You're kinda scary when you're like this, ya know,"
"Good," she snapped. She sat down on a manticore corpse, this one missing the majority of its insides, and surveyed her crimson masterpiece.
"Miss Mikaela? Um, would you like to use this to clean up a bit? I don't think the towns folk will like it very much if you tracked blood through their town," Alois held out a cloth in her general direction, his head turned as far from her as he could without snapping it clean off.
"I just saved their fields from being trampled by monsters, they should be thanking me,"
Miggs leaned closer to Kane, "See, hangry,"
"Good Gods we're never going to make any progress like this," Kane pulled a pouch of jerky from his satchel and tossed it at her. "Eat this and go back to normal. I can't believe I actually want the other version of you back,"
She snatched the bag out of the air and tore into it, devouring the contents. She leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh. "Thank you Master Kane," she smiled, licking her lips. She looked back over at her party. "You got my clothes?"
"Yes, but clean up a bit first, otherwise taking them off would have been pointless," Kane was shocked by how quickly she'd returned to her former self.
"Yeah, yeah. Give the rag here Oh Righteous One," she laughed, plucking it from Alois's still outstretched hand.
"How are you never disgusted by this stuff? I mean come on this is just gross," Miggs poked at a loose pile of entrails with his bow.
"I've dealt with worse. I've been in worse," she dragged the cloth over her chest and shoulders, half smearing half cleaning the blood that had collected there.
"What does that mean?!" Alois squeaked.
"Ever been inside a dragon?" Mika chuckled.
"Not really my type," Miggs replied, wiping his bow off in the dirt.
"Inside its stomach, you disgusting pig," she retorted, "I got swallowed whole and had to tear my way out without a blade. Fun fact: dragon skin, not so indestructible from the inside,"
"Dear Moon God, it's me, your loyal servant. Could you please send me companions who are not so crass and vulgar? Just as a treat for me? Just once?" Aolis had his hands pressed together as he looked up to the sky.
"Pipe down Preacher Boy, if it wasn't for Crass and Vulgar here you'd all be dead yesterday," Miggs snickered.
"I wouldn't be out here at all if she hadn't used my wagon as a hiding place," he grumbled.
Kane started walking down the road towards town. "I'll be at the tavern,"
"Drinking?" Miggs called back hopefully.
Kane didn't reply.
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The way of the Wyldes.
Shortly after the decision had been made to remain in Loti's tree for the night Jacwyn lost track of his fairy companions. A fact that would have him more concerned if he wasn't just so tired.
He sighed heavily as he got ready for bed, standing in a strange and largely bare room that Loti had given him for the night. As he climbed into his bed though, he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Spinning around he pulls his blanket up to cover his chest.
Loti: "I'm sorry, didn't mean to startle you. May I come in?"
Standing in his doorway was the satyr Loti, as usual she was entirely nude, her modesty only barely concealed by the fur engulfing her lower half. Jacwyn rolled his eyes but did lower his blanket and gestured for her to enter.
Jacwyn: "It's your tree, and it's not like you haven't already seen more of my body than I'd like."
Loti winced slightly at the comment, it was well deserved after all. He hadn't exactly properly consented before.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right and that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. It figures that you're not used to this place, I assume you probably grew up in a castle or at least a mansion, had servants, lived in a *civilized* city and all that."
Jacwyn doesn't comment, waiting quietly for her to continue.
Loti: "So look, what happened in there, I'm in heat ok? That means that I can't really turn down or argue if someone offers me something like that. My body only really has one priority right now, and those two, I'd put good money on it that they're Daughters of Spring. Dew is named like one of them, and Tink... Ha, well she's certainly got the sex drive for it. It's just in their nature to pursue sex and pleasure. It's part of what they are as lesser fae."
Jacwyn sighs and shakes his head.
Jacwyn: "This is by far the worst apology I've ever heard."
Loti walked further into the room, shaking her head and sitting on the bed beside him, making the young elf blush as he tries not to look at her tits.
"Yeah, because this isn't an apology. It's an explanation. I already told you that here it's all about will. Do you have the will to take what you want, to stop others from doing the same? Here in the Wyldes, it's might makes right. I know what your bloodline is Jacwyn, I know your mother very well. So I know what kind of power you've got. Either you start using it, or those fairies, me, and just about everyone else we meet will just keep taking and taking."
She leans in as she speaks, getting closer and closer until her face is less than an inch from his, their breath mingling together. Her looming over him as he pulls the blanket up to cover more of his body almost using it as a shield.
Jacwyn: "Get out. I'm done with this conversation."
Loti shakes her head and sighs with disappointment, she brings a hand up and grips his throat tightly in her hand, pinning him to the bed as she straddles him.
Loti: "Make me. Consider this your training Silverquill. Until you can make me stop, I'm going to keep using you, and until you can start enforcing your will on me, I'm not going to get you any new clothes either. So make your choice, either you make me leave, or I have my way with you."
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hate me. (h. iwaizumi)
genre: smut, fluff if you squint
description: you and iwaizumi used to be lovers, that is until you realized he was apart of the rival gang of your brother, daichi. what happens when you reunite during a job to take out his gang’s leader?
word count: 3656
warnings: mafia au, dom!iwa, fingering, light bondage (handcuffs), choking, degradation, mention of jealousy, hate fucking, orgasm denial, dumbification, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy is mentioned like one time, dacryphilia one time
a/n: this is my first piece for tumblr!! i really hope you guys like it, obviously give feedback, i’ll appreciate everything!! i also can’t remember how or why this idea came to me but it sat halfway done in my drafts for like a month or two before i finished it all tonight.
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“daichi where the HELL is the target?!" you growled through the earpiece, frustration flooding through your veins as you tried to spot the man through the scope of your sniper rifle. your fingers clenched the handle of your gun as your finger hovered steadily over the trigger.
your brother sawamura daichi, otherwise known as “king pin" throughout the japanese underworld, had assigned you to take out a member of a rival gang that had been screwing with your brother's cargo operations. he was confident in your sniping abilities, simply because he was the one who taught you everything he knew.
“i don't fucking know, suga said oikawa would be at the event tonight. he confirmed it with tendou too," his voice strained as his anger started to seep through the small wire resting daintily behind your ear. you huffed hearing the maniacal red head's name. his own gang wasn't necessarily an ally of karasuno however, shiratorizawa also wanted oikawa's organization taken down too.
“you know how goddamn crazy he is, how do we know he's a reliable source dumbass?" you gritted out, staring down every patron through the glass of your scope.
“he was. luckily, we have better sources love," a voice rasped right next to the same ear that held your ear piece. you could feel every cell in your body freeze from the foreign voice right next to your now ice cold ear, the intruder's lips faintly ghosting over the shell of your ear.
"Y/N WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!" you could hear daichi's voice through your comms, but had no way to respond as your new companion gently plucked it out of your ear.
“hello again daichi-san. I'll make sure to take care of your sister while we have her," the new voice spoke lowly, the slight rasp ticking you off as you finally recognized it.
“hello iwa-chan. so nice to see you again," you finally said as you looked slightly to the side to see your only communication to your brother and the rest of the team crack and shatter underneath his foot. the last thing you heard was your brother's and suga's frantic voices screaming through their mics. you hadn't moved a muscle yet, but feeling the man behind you stand up from his crouching position gave you the opening you needed. you whirled around, swinging your gun as swiftly as you could towards his face, hoping to get a shot off on him. unfortunately, he predicted your movements. as you release the trigger, he dodged to the left as his left hand darted out, grabbing the end of your rifle as his other hand flew out and gripped your throat, pushing you up against the edge of your roof. you forced yourself to remain calm, realizing you were on the verge of plummeting to your death, knowing the only thing between you living and dying was the well built, smirking man standing before you, his body uncomfortably close to your own.
“i wouldn't do that if i were you sweetheart, unless you want to die without seeing your brother again," he said, gently pulling the gun from your right hand. his smirk grew wider as your glare hardened, only encouraging him to grab your right hand and pulling you closer, twisting it behind your back, his grip on your neck still firm as ever.
you hadn't seen the man before you since your first days in the gang with daichi. at the time, you didn't know anything about his rivals or allies. which was why you found yourself dancing in a club, with iwaizumi grinding on your backside. you two had shared a few steamy nights together, basking in each others unbridled lust and love for one another. until one night, you were spending another night with him at a different club with a few of his gang members watching you closely, when your brother, accompanied by suga and asahi, stormed through the door, guns loaded. you had turned frantically towards iwaizumi, taking one look at his facial expression before understanding what had happened. since then, you had avoided him at all costs, putting your whole being into fueling the rivalry between your brother's gang and iwaizumi’s gang.
“bravo iwa-chan! you did it!" you rolled your eyes seeing oikawa, clad in his usual midnight black suit with light blue accents, clapping slowly as he emerged from the door leading to the roof you had been stationed on. you hadn’t seen the brown-haired gang leader since the shoot out between him and your brother, and you certainly were only planning on seeing him tonight, preferably dead. iwaizumi turned to glance at oikawa before spinning around and moving you so your back was pressed tightly against his chest. your gun clattered to the ground as he grabbed both of your wrists in one had, using the other to secure them tightly behind your back, the clanking of handcuffs jolting you out of your own head.
“it's best if you don't struggle y/n,” iwaizumi's low voice spoke against the shell of your ear.
“if you struggle y/n-chan, i’ll have mattsun put a bullet through daichi-san's head!" oikawa spoke in his usually cheery voice, his head tilting to the side as he smiled widely at you. it was moments like those that truly showcased his almost psychopathic nature as a gang leader.
"NO YOU CAN'T!" your voice cracked, wrists straining against iwaizumi's tight hold. he held you tighter, yanking you back, making sure to secure the handcuffs even tighter.
“then don't struggle!" iwaizumi growled in your ear, tugging on the cuffs so they dug painfully into your wrists.
“fuck you," you responded, smirking at oikawa as you attempted to piece together how to best get out of the situation.
“i’ve already had the pleasure of doing it once before, but i’ll be happy to do it again," iwaizumi responded, and you grit your teeth in frustration.
“now now y/n-chan, we have to bring you downstairs to the car that's so eagerly waiting for us, so you can either behave until we get there, or your brother and everyone else in your pathetic excuse for a gang will be picked off one by one. understood?" oikawa explained, a dangerous gleam in his chocolate brown eyes. as stubborn as you were, you couldn't risk putting your brother and everyone else at risk, especially the younger, more bright-eyed members like hinata and yamaguchi. so, you stayed silent, only staring down seijoh’s leader who had moved in front of you, bending down to peer into your eyes.
“i’ll take your silence as your choice to behave. wonderful! iwa-chan, put your jacket over her shoulders so no one can see her cuffs," oikawa ordered, and iwaizumi nodded before moving in front of you. he shrugged the black jacket off of his shoulders before tugging it onto your own, your arms still behind you as the sleeves of his oversized jacket dangled loosely in the breeze. you took a moment to look him over, taking note of the black jeans that adorned his legs, the light blue bandana attached to a belt loop on his left hip, and the tight black t-shirt that accentuated every single one of his deftly toned muscles.
“stop staring sweetheart, you're being too obvious," his voice jerked your eyes back to his own. without a second of hesitation, you brought your knee up, slamming it into his lower region, before walking around his now crumpled form, following oikawa. he groaned from behind you, forcing himself to get up as his friend and leader watched the scene with slight amusement present on his pretty face.
“oikawa, leave and give me a minute alone with her. i think she ought to learn some damn manners before we take her down," iwaizumi spoke lowly, his usual level voice now shook slightly with anger. your eyes widened as oikawa smirked towards his friend before turning around and opening the door.
“do as you want. i’ll give you a half hour, just don't kill her please!" he responded, waving his hand to his friend before letting the door slam shut behind him. your heart dropped to the depths of your stomach as you willed yourself to turn and face iwaizumi hajime, who's gaze was trained on your small frame. as soon as he made a move towards you, you turned towards the door, sprinting to the best of your abilities in hopes that you could make it inside without having to face iwaizumi's obvious rage.
just as you made it to the door, his hand shot out and grabbed you by the back of the neck, flipping you around, and pressing you against the door, thumbs squeezing dangerously tight around your esophagus. his eyes were lit with pure fury as his grip around your throat tightened. despite the very dangerous situation you were in, your body still reacted to his close proximity and touch. you were ashamed to feel that familiar warmth you used to feel with him pool in your lower abdomen, but you forced yourself to match iwaizumi's hardened gaze as his eyes bore into your own.
“that was a dangerous move love. you're just asking to get punished aren't you?" he whispered, his head parallel to yours as his teeth grazed over the shell of your ear. You internally reprimanded yourself as a shiver flowed from the top of your spine, all the way down to your feet. You knew this man, this lover you once had, had noticed your movement, and he pulled back to smirk wildly at you.
“i’m sure if i stuck my hand down your pants right now, i’d pull my fingers out and they'd be soaking wet wouldn't they?" he questioned, and you could do nothing to stop the light blush flowering against your cheeks.
“shall i test that theory out love?" his voice was just barely above a whisper now. no matter how much you wanted to say no, to scream at him to get off, to kick him in the nuts once again, you didn't have the self control to do so when you felt his unoccupied hand ghost over your clothed crotch. instead, you stared him straight in the eyes, almost daring him to do what he so desperately wanted to do. he grinned, pushing his fingers past the waist band of your leggings to rest delicately over your underwear, his pointer finger hovering over your clit.
it took every fiber of your being to not moan out loud right there as slick started pooling in your underwear, waiting to be released. he gently rubbed his pointer finger along your slit through your underwear, stopping for a moment before pressing lightly onto your small bundle of nerves (which you swore would be the death of you). you couldn't help the slightly sharp intake of breath as you felt him give more attention to your clit, pressing lightly and rubbing impossibly small circles onto it outside of your underwear.
what frustrated you most was that he knew every nook and cranny of your body. every beauty mark he had kissed five times over, every dip and valley of your breasts down to your navel, and every spot covered by your underwear that turned you into putty in his hands. you hated how he knew exactly what to do to rile you up. the fucker knew that one swipe of his finger-
“fuck," you whimpered out, losing grasp of the control you thought you had. you were so lost in your own head you hadn't realized he had sneakily moved your underwear to the side and rubbed a semi circle along your clit. that one single move had always been your downfall. it had pushed you over the edge so many times for him, he had practically memorized the exact motion that had you moaning for him.
“attention on me love. we only have about 25 minutes left right? wouldn't want to waste it in your own head," he said before taking you by surprise and pushing two of his long, thick fingers into your soaked cunt. you couldn't help the cry of pleasure that spilled out of your mouth like honey, your body immediately reacting to his familiar touch. except this time around, it was different. he pressed more into that one spot inside of you that forced stars into your vision with more precision, pushing into it so that your legs went weak. his fingers flew in and out of your cunt, juices building up and dripping into your underwear as he continued to smirk down at your weakening state.
“i’ve changed you know. fine tuned my ways. i met a few girls since the last time you and i saw each other," he confidently stated, his words lighting you up with pure jealously.
“iwaizumi shut the fuck u-" but you didn't get the chance to finish your sentence as his grip tightened on your throat, stopping your voice. simultaneously, he shoved a third finger into you and abused that spongy section inside of you. another, louder moan of unbridled ecstasy was forced out of your throat, and you hated how much he was turning you on. his fingers thrusted rapidly in and out, in and out, until you felt like you were going to go numb from pleasure.
“such harsh words princess, i thought we were starting to get along again," he teased, his fingers pushing harder into your g-spot simply to illicit a choked moan from you.
“i hate you," you breathed out, and he shook his head. he quickened the pace of his fingers, and the squelching sound of your pussy only spurred on more of your guilty moans.
“f-fuck," you whimpered, trying to catch your breath from the overwhelming pleasure iwaizumi gave you. he knew from the slightly dazed look and the whimpers escaping your throat that you were close. as soon as he connected the dots, he yanked his glistening fingers out of your spasming cunt, ripping away your glorious orgasm. a cry of defeat left your lips, and a second later, you were whirled around so your face was pressed against the door and your leggings were yanked down to your ankles, along with your black panties.
“only good girls get to cum. i don't think you've been a good girl. i think you've been a cock hungry slut hm? such disrespect for your daddy," he clicked his tongue in annoyance, and you finally found your voice once again.
“iwaizumi i swear to god-" his hand wrapped tighter around your throat as you felt his clothed hips push forwards to grind on your own.
“princess, if you keep back talking, you won't get to cum OR see your brother again. the choice is yours," he said, and your pussy clenched at his dominating tone. your natural instincts were forcing your head to swim with pure lust and desire, forgetting completely about the original situation you were put in. the clink of Iwaizumi's belt elicited another whimper from your throat. low chuckles invaded your head, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. your weak moaning only spurred iwaizumi on. his shiny fingers, coated in your essence pushed past your lips, pressing down on your tongue.
“taste yourself love, see how slutty you are? how badly you want to get fucked into oblivion? i wonder what your teammates, what your brother would say if they knew you were letting me treat you like the whore you are," he growled out. juices gathered below you as your hole clenched around nothing. you moaned around his fingers as you feel the head of his cock push against your ass cheeks. your tongue swirled around them, cleaning them of every drop of your essence, the essence he had skillfully drawn out of you. after cleansing his fingers of your juices, iwaizumi pulled his fingers out of your mouth, allowing your drool to drip down your chin.
“beg for me like the cock hungry slut you are," his voice was the only thing you could focus on, your primal instincts taking over before you could stop them.
“please iwa, i-i need you inside of m-me, please f-fuck m- AHHH!" all the breathe left your lungs as iwaizumi shoved his entire length into you, his tip brushing against your cervix. short shallow breaths escaped you, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes from the sheer force of his thick cock invading you.
“ahh, there we go princess. that feel good huh?" his arrogance sparked something inside of you.
“f-fuck y-you," the breathiness of your voice betrayed the bite behind your words. his low chuckles were the only warning you were given before he pulled out and slammed all of himself back into you, setting a brutally fast and hard pace. screams erupted from your throat, your nerve endings firing erratically at the sheer pleasure he was fucking into you. iwaizumi angled your hips to push into that one spot that had your vision go white. whatever fight you had left in you dissipated almost instantly, your bones going limp in his hold as broken moans and occasional screams were torn from your throat. noticing your body grow limp, one of his hands snaked around to grasp your throat again, while the other held you up by your waist.
“oh is that your spot love? i can feel you creaming all over me," he rasped out. his words made you unconsciously clench around him, eliciting a groan from the man behind you.
"'m close iwa, f-feels s'good," you slurred out, your grasp on reality waning from the snap of his hips against yours.
“is my little cock slut getting fucked stupid hm? can't think about anything but my cock split-fuck, splitting you open huh?" you wanted to growl back at him, argue, be a brat, do something, but the way his tip brushed against your g-spot, and the way he was pounding into you the exact way you desperately needed rendered you utterly helpless in his arms.
“fuck i missed this princess," his voice so low you barely caught it. his words injected a warm feeling in your bones, his hold on your throat loosening at his confession.
“haji, please," you finally whimpered, your eyes fluttering close as your head tipped back to rest on his shoulder. his lips attached themselves to your neck, pressing light kisses right above your sweet spot. his thrusts kept hitting all the right spots, and that familiar warmth built up in your lower abdomen again. you could feel the buildup spreading throughout your limbs and tingling into your toes and fingers.
“cum for me love," his words were softer this time, more affection slipping through his usual harsh tone. it was all you needed to allow yourself to let out one final moan, bursting at his slight command. you gushed around him, dripping down his balls and onto the ground beneath you both. white spots clouded your vision as your hearing dulled for a moment. your cunt clenching and fluttering around his painfully hard cock was all it took for him to release into you. his warm load painted your walls white, some leaking out as he thrust up into you a few more times to help fuck you through your earth shattering orgasm.
after a couple more thrusts, he stilled inside of you, completely removing the hand around your throat to rest on the wall in front of you for support. his other arm tightened around your waist, keeping you close to him to help you stand since your legs hadn't stopped shaking for the past five minutes. shaky breaths exited both of you as you both attempted to catch your breath.
iwaizumi wordlessly turned you around so your back was to the wall, giving you a view of his disheveled state. his cheeks were tainted pink, sweat beading at his hairline as his chest continue to heave slightly from the exertion. His right arm was still extended against the wall for support as his other arm moved to tuck himself back into his pants. he removed his arm from the wall and fumbled with his belt before finally redoing it. you admired him as you leaned into the wall, still attempting to ground yourself after the mind blowing sex the two of you had. iwaizumi untied a light blue bandana from one of his belt loops, moving closer to you. he gently wiped the mess of your and his cum that was dripping from your (still quivering) cunt. sharp intakes of breath signaled for him to go slower, so as not to overstimulate you. he softly cleaned the rest of your lower half before dropping the bandana onto the ground and kneeling to pull your underwear and pants back up.
“what happens now?" you were surprised your voice didn't crack, but you were proud that it hadn't nonetheless. iwaizumi finally met your eyes, a slight sigh escaping him.
“i take you down to the car and hope oikawa doesn't tease us," he explains. a breathless laugh leaves your lips, iwaizumi matching you with a chuckle of his own.
“i still hate you," you say after a beat, looking down at your feet to try and hide the blush still decorating your cheeks. iwaizumi's finger hooks itself under your chin, carefully moving your face up so your eyes can meet his.
“i know. i hate you too," he finished with a kiss, the soft pressure against your own lips melting you from the inside out. you push back against him, unable to help yourself. he finally pulls away, blushing lightly, as he pulls his jacket tighter around your shoulders before pulling the door open and leading you through it.
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Favorite Crime
James Potter x Reader
Summary: Y/N L/N and James Potter were in a relationship together, Y/N was too blind to see James Potter's intentions. Just pure angst.
Know that I loved you so bad
I let you treat me like that
I was your willing accomplice, honey
James Potter..
How would I describe him? Charming, Endearing or just a prick? He was everything I wanted, I loved him. I didn't see it back then.. How his eyes would fall on her, how he did anything just to make her smile. I never gave it much thought, I was too busy giving him heart shaped looks to notice that I was really not the one he loves but he was all I loved.
"Y/N, would you mind if we skip our date today?Lily needs some help with a few things." He asked..
"We haven't hang out with each other for weeks now.." I hinted.
"I'm sorry, but Lily needs my help."
"It's your choice, I don't own you." I answered with a frown..
"Alright, I'll see you tommorow." He still chose Lily, but I still didn't give that much a thought.
It's been weeks since me and James last hang out, just us. Today he told me he was studying in the library, but he wasn't there.. Where was he? I spotted Remus not far from me, I walked up to him.
"Hey, Remus!Did you see James anywhere?He told me he was studying in the library but he's not there.." I questioned one of his friends.
"Ohh..He didn't tell you?"
"What?" I nervously asked.
"He went to Hogsmeade with Lily.."
"Oh."
"Yeah, he didn't tell you that?" He asked..
"No!No!I think he did, I must've forgot." Maybe, I just forgotten about it..
Even though I saw the signs, I ignored it. I was innocent and inlove, every red flags I saw went down the drain. Just because I love, I let him fool me like that.
And I watched as you fled the scene
Doe-eyed as you buried me
One heart broke, four hands bloody
Quidditch practice has just ended, sweat and muscle aches was all I could feel. I'm walking back inside when I saw James waiting for me. I was delighted to see him, I felt my heart raced as our eyes meet.
"Y/N, can we talk?" My smile dropped when I sensed that this was about something serious.
"Of course!" I gave him a timid smile.
"I--Uhh, I don't know how to say this but.." He walks up to me, his eyes blank. This was not the James I knew..
"What?" I questioned unsure of how I should react.
"I'm breaking up with you.."
And just like that, I died..
"W-What?" The information refused to sinked in, my lungs suddenly collapsed as tears fell in my eyes.
"I'm sorry. " I looked him in the eyes, there were no guilt or remorse. It's like he already moved on.
"Sorry?That's all you could say?" I laugh bitterly and dry, he just moved his eyes away from me.
"I don't know what--"
"I mean, why?Is it because I'm not pretty enough?Or is it--"
"Prongs!Professor McGonagall's asking for you!" Sirius shouts from a far.
"I'm sorry Y/N, I have to go." The tears flooded down my cheeks as my heart broke to thousand of pieces. Why did he do that to me? After that day, insecurity and anxiety became my new companion.
It didn't take long for James to move on because the next week, the news of Lily and James relationship spread Hogwarts like a wild fire.
"I saw the two of them kissing when James was still with Y/N." I heard from a student, so that's the reason. He cheated, he didn't love me, he wanted Lily not me.
"I heard from Sirius that James just used Y/N to make Lily jealous." And that caught my attention, I saw my friends give me a concern look.
"Let's just go, Y/N..Don't mind them."
They pulled me away from the crowded halls and into our house common room. Did he really just use me? I felt the tears appearing on my warm eyes. It suddenly made sense, the time James and Lily went to Hogsmeade, that's when he totally changed for the worst.
"Y/N, don't you dare cry!" My friend warned me, but it was too late. The tears involuntary fell from my eyes, they couldn't help but feel pity for me. A silent sob escapes my lips, I felt my heart getting worse when I try to breathe. Insecurities seems to find it's way to my brain as my thoughts started to compare Lily to me.
James Potter killed me, not with the killing curse but with a much worser curse ever to exist..
Love..
Those things I did
Just so I could call you mine
The things you did
Well, I hope I was your favorite crime
In our relationship, I tried everything to make him stay. To refrain him from finding another. I did anything he enjoyed doing, to pulling pranks on Slytherin to skipping class to sneak out of Hogwarts. I did everything he wanted, just so I could call him mine..
"Oh my god!Malfoy's gonna lose his sanity when he finds out that we put a charmed pink hair dye in his shampoo!" I giggled as we walk away from the Slytherin tower.
"I know!And I couldn't have done it without you, love.." James smiled cheekily at me.
And all James did was call me his but leaves once Lily showed up. He killed me, James Fleamont Potter killed me, he committed a crime, a treason. He betrayed me, he used me.. He's a criminal and I hope to Godric that I'm his favorite crime..
You used me as an alibi
I crossed my heart as you crossed the line
And I defended you to all my friends
I should've trusted my instincts, I didn't listen to my guts when it screamed inside me to not fall for James. And it turns out that it was right, James only used me as an excuse to make Lily Evans jealous.
"And if I put this king here, I would---mmm" James cut me off with a heart shaking kiss, we were in the great hall playing chess when he suddenly kissed me.
Back then I thought that it was sweet but reminiscing now, he only did that when Lily walked in. I was too busy melting in his kiss to notice it, ignorance is really a bliss.
Stupidity really runs in the course of my veins, I should've listen to my friends when they said that there was something odd with James.
"I'm telling you, Y/N..He's just using you as a distraction from his feelings to Lily!" A dear friend of mine pointed out to me.
"James is not like that, I've know him since we were little.."
"Since you know him so well, you also know his weirdly obsession with Evans!" Another dear friend of mine points out.
"Stop being like this guys, he's not like that.." I protested.
Oh, how wrong was I? James was everything they said he was, I was naive enough to defend him. See, how much I loved him.. Love is really something..
And now, every time a siren sounds
I wonder if you're around
'Cause you know that I'd do it all again
Now, it's hard to trust anyone who crosses my path. When they tell a word James once spoke, this siren suddenly blast in my mind and memories of us immediately flashes in my head.
"I like you, Y/N.." A Hufflepuff student confessed to me, I couldn't help but remember James..
"I like you, Y/N..More than I should like a friend.." James was a great pretender.
Now, trusting for me is much harder than killing. I'm afraid, because I know that it will happen again. I'm scared, because I'd do it all again. I will feel the same pain I felt when I was with him.
James Potter killed everything in me..
It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do
'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you
Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made
But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face
Oh, look what we became
The damage he did is still present to this day, because it's still embedded in the walls of mind, it still lingered in my heart. I was never happy with him, but it's nice to know that he wasn't happy with me either, we were miserable with each other, I was going down with him.
I guess, I'm also in the blame, we both committed crimes but not the same crime. We both caused damage, it's sad to think that after all the troubles we did, I don't regret anything. I hate you, but I keep saying that with a smile in my face.
Why? Because in the end, we were both in the wrong. James used me, betrayed me but I let him do it to me.. Ignored the red flags and warnings, turned a blind eye because I loved him. We both commit crimes that we both knowingly committed.
Well, I hope I was your favorite crime
Your favorite crime
Your favorite crime
'Cause baby, you were mine
James Potter was my favorite crime..
I just wrote this because I can't get this song off my head, I didn't re-read this, they might be typos or mistakes. If you guys have any request for imagines about ( marvel characters, DC characters, stranger things, game of thrones, brooklyn 99, friends, basically anything! I accept everything!)
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Imagine being a warrior who grew up on an alien planet. One day, you become Doctor's champion in a trial by combat: a bizarre beginning of a relationship that will shake the universe in its time - Part 7
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 8)
Author's note: we're coming to an inevitable end of the story.
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The unforeseen guard was opening the doors to the morgue when the same demon seemed to have possessed both the Doctor and (Y/N). The two of them grabbed a nearby standing trolley meant for transporting bodies, and ran with it at the guardsman, effectively ramming him against the hard wall behind him. The man was fuddled but now unconscious, and so their only choice was to run forward. The War Dancer warned her companions that Tartayan guards never patrol alone and decided to lead them to one of the side exits.
They feel out of the hospital corridor into a narrow, dead-end alley. The woman said something under her breath in a local language, probably a swear word, told the other two to climb the buildings: they had to get onto the rooftops. The Doctor and Rose were, quite obviously, inexperienced in climbing buildings and were taking much more time than (Y/N) could have expected. She could hear the echoing footsteps of guards running through the same corridor as they did. She guessed there were three of them.
When all three "burglars" were on top of the roof, the War Dancer led them through the upper routes around the city. They had plenty of time before the guards would even think of doing the same. The woman slowed down maybe 30 minutes later when she was sure the guards were not following them anymore. There, standing on a random rooftop in the middle of the night in Tartaya, they had to come up with their next step.
"We have to speak to Lord Enchanter, I'm certain he has something to do with it. Did you see the holes around that man's mouth?" (Y/N) asked the Doctor and casually pointed somewhere behind her. By the look of his face, she knew he didn't. "Regular holes around top and bottom lip, found mostly in those who were Silenced. They are mute servants of Lord Enchanter. The catch is, they never leave the palace. They are not allowed to. It would be difficult to kidnap and smuggle an entire servant from right under the Lord's nose. He will either help us if he's innocent or try to kill us if he's not. Whichever path he goes, we will make some progress."
"They have sawn mouths?" Rose asked quietly. That day was not her greatest in terms of all the gore she has witnessed so far.
"It's paranoia really. With sawn mouths, they can't talk to the Lord's enemies and they can't start a rebellion. When you're illiterate and mute, it's generally difficult to create any kind of alliance," (Y/N) explained. "I don't mean to rain on anyone's parade but the Silenced are just a speck of dust in the aftermath of your friend's actions." Here she looked at the Doctor who was mortified. He could never have even presumed he would be the indirect cause of such barbaric practices. "All sandstorms begin with a light breeze, my friend," she said and awkwardly put her hand on his shoulder in an attempt at reassuring him. Just as quickly did she take her arm began and began walking towards the mansion of the Lord Enchanter: a rather ugly narrow tower which top overlooked most of the city. It was made out of white blocks polished enough to blind anyone with the reflecting sunlight. Considering it was nighttime, the tower looked a lot prettier with the moonlight making the white structure glimmer slightly.
When the three of them had reached the white tower of the Lord Enchanter, the sky in the east was starting to become red and orange: the morning was approaching. The entrance of the tower was even more imposing than the entire building seen from a distance. Heavy doors were around the same height as the giant (Y/N) took down hours prior. Each door had a handle that looked more like a door knocker: thick metal rings designed to look like ibises heads were holding them.
As one might have expected, (Y/N) did not bother knocking. She didn't even hold the handles, simply placed her hands on each of the doors and pushed. Although they haven't said anything about it, both Rose and the Doctor were absolutely astonished at the strength of that woman. It was easy to expect her to be strong in a general sense, as she was only slightly taller than the Doctor but the actual capability of that Tartayan woman was inhuman. And that was, perhaps, the reason why they both thought that belonging to elite warriors seemed like (Y/N)'s destiny. It was hard to imagine a more suitable candidate.
The inside of the tower was mostly empty and the scarce furnishing was kept rather minimalistic. It seemed like a silent, indirect, spit in the face of the majority of Tartaya that was living in crowded, narrow spaces. In the hall ahead of them was a black carpet leading to an open study. Among few bookshelves, scales and strange devices stood a man. He had an ibis feather in his velvet, decorative beret. An identical feather was making notes in a thick book on the desk behind the man - on its own, it seemed. The color and the material of the hat matched perfectly with his bizarre outfit.
"Ah, madame (Y/N) of Viperion! How may I be of help?" The man said. Now he was facing the trio that had just entered. He had a monocle on his right eye.
"I came to speak with Lord Enchanter."
Their voices were echoing around the otherwise empty hall of white stone.
"I'm afraid it is impossible," he said with his hands clasped together. Although his tone was apologetic, there was a strong dishonest tint to it. "No one can speak with our Lord without his worship personally requesting it. You, War Dancer, were not requested. And neither were your friends."
"No one specifically requests problems in general. If he's not willing to come down here, I will gladly go up there to him."
The man let out an awkward and impatient laugh.
"You cannot do that, madame."
"I'm a War Dancer, of course I can do that. And you can bet your funny little hat I will, seneschal."
"Most unwise," the man said in a low tone. He went back to his books and decided to completely ignore the existence of the three guests.
Behind the open study of the seneschal was a lift. It looked quite suspicious: one open metal box with a decorative lamp inside and outside. The faint reddish light was everything but welcoming.
Before stepping into the elevator, (Y/N) and Doctor gave each other a knowing look. They both realized at that moment, the second scenario was going to unveil in just minutes. That metal box was, currently, their only way to the truth, however painful and upsetting it would be.
Once inside the lift, moving upwards to the last floor, (Y/N) studied carefully the lamp above her head. The faint red light was no doubt coming from an et-ru stone, although there was no visible piece of the mineral. It looked more as if the red stone was first powdered and then dissolved in an unknown liquid. The best analogy to describe the peculiar lamp would be to imagine a glass of watery slime mixed with red glitter.
At the same time, the Doctor was scanning the entire mechanism of the lift with his screwdriver. A few times he furrowed his eyebrows and hit the device against his open palm. Whatever result he was shown, he was left unconvinced and assumed his screwdriver was malfunctioning.
"This lift has no mechanism, no crane, wires or anything," he said. "There are just those stones attached. They make everything work somehow."
"Now you believe my stories?" (Y/N) asked with a small smile on her face.
"The one about et-ru being a power source? Yes. But I'm still unconvinced about the whole adventurer-turned-god thingy."
"You'll grow into it," she answered right before the lift stopped.
The door opened only to reveal a very bizarre view. Most of the hall was lit by tall chandeliers that had pieces of et-ru stones instead of candles. At the end of the hall, ahead of the trio, was a window. Before the window stood a beautifully decorated, occupied, throne. It was made out of a black stone and had ibises carved into it. There were stairs leading up to the said throne. They were covered with a black carpet that lead the way right from the lift's door. On the sides of that platform stood two impractically tall bookshelves with more books than most libraries could even dream of having.
The man that was sitting on the throne was no doubt very tall, around 3 meters tall probably. He had long, beautiful, silky black hair that had its end below his knees. On top of his head was a minimalistic golden crown. The man was dressed in expensive, lavish robes that would be pulled behind him should he stand up. His posture was rather relaxed, amused even; he was leaning his head on his right arm that was propped up on the throne's armrest.
"Well, well, well, who have we here?" He asked with an obviously amused tone. The man's voice was deep and slightly hoarse. "The Dancer and her Doctor," the man completely ignored Rose's presence. She seemed to have been too unimportant for him to even consider her existence. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
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