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corrach · 2 years
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an rpg that slowly makes you dumber and hornier the longer you play it, but only starting from the halfway point
you’re there, playing better and better, but suddenly the battles start getting easier. you only barely notice. did the troll have that little health before? did the werewolf enemy used to look that hot? the quests start getting strange. “defeat ten slimes, then play with your tits.” “gather a phoenix feather, then cum with your ass.” you don’t even notice when the game starts playing itself, and what used to be dialogue turns into commands and encouragement. “good girl, keep masturbating.” “drool all your silly thoughts out over your tits.” “say you’re a dumb, horny slut and then keep cumming.” by the time the credits roll, you’re too far gone to even remember there’s a screen in front of you. you’ve been cumming nonstop for hours, your brain so weakened by the overwhelming pleasure that you couldn’t remember your name if you remembered that you forgot it. but it’s okay. dumb, horny girls don’t need names. they just need to cum, cum, cum~
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squash1 · 8 months
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I think you've already posted about this but I finally actually got to read the dreamer trilogy and it is wild to me that both Niall and Mór agreed to split up and go off with dream copies of each other. Like I know the raven cycle and dreamer trilogy contain multitudes of crazy stuff but. When I read the opal short story where someone broke into the barns and cursed the picture of the lynches with Aurora I thought it was Mór (in hindsight it could've been Niall's mum but I didn't think that at the time). I knew beforehand Niall had been married and they'd split and he'd dreamt a new "perfect" wife/mother and I thought that in itself was insane. But not only did they plan this together, dream altered versions of themselves to go off with - they didn't even use different names. The (new) fenian? Aurora and Mór Ó Córra? Two full grown adults and the only person against infanticide is a 5-year-old. They walked so Ronan and Hennessy could run. Still managed to have time to traumatise Declan though, even dreamed-to-love-you mothers congrats guys
no you’re so right and actually it’s lowkey kinda tragic that both mór and niall were like “i can’t be who you need but i do want you to have that person” like. it’s hilarious bc it’s like what fresh hell WILL maggie come up w next but also it’s just…sad
also yes declan being the only one to protect ronan but doing it by being like. he’s not scary he’s just sad (so true) but poor declan eldest daughter (i know) burden of the parentified child i love him so much
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fuck-isthatovid · 6 months
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Okay, so I’ve been thinking about Mór and reading up on Irish mythology and I think there are some interesting things in there (although these thoughts are not fully formed yet).
The Mórrigan in Irish Mythology specifically is the goddess of war and fate. Through the etymology of her name, she is also associated with the sea (there seems to be a lot of debate about her name: mór derives from the old irish muir meaning ‘sea’ or ‘water’, mor without the accent however means ‘great’ or ‘phantom’, rígan most definitely means ‘queen’, making her name ‘sea queen’, ‘great queen’ or ‘phantom queen’ (we can blame the scribes for taking transcription liberties for this debate)). In greywaren ms goes with the meaning ‘great’ which is the consensus among scholars and ties in with Mór's ambition and need for ‘more’ (sidenote: ‘O’Corra’ is just the Irish version of ‘Curry’). 
When looking at Mór as a character through the lens of the ‘sea’ meaning, one can find a lot of things. Exhibit A: The Dark Lady. Everyone who “slept under the same roof as it dream[ed] of the sea”, specifically an Irish one (Kerry). Which okay, tangent incoming.
Ronan means ‘little seal’ right? The origin of the name ‘Ronan’ is from the origin stories of the selkie, you know, the creature who was forced to live on land only to return to the sea once she found her skin again and leaving her children behind forever (my preferred version of the story). Selkies are dual in nature, living on land and in the sea, able to be friendly and to be dangerous. Dreaming of the sea could be interpreted as longing for home or rather being at home again, being at peace, being yourself again. No wonder Hennessy wants that painting. (there’s probably more to this but I don’t remember all the lore and don’t have the time to reread td3). The selkie story also mirrors the theorised transition of Mórrigan from a water goddess to an earth goddess. 
Exhibit B: Before she finally leaves the barns, she behaves as Niall did during Ronan’s childhood, which Ronan describes as follows: “Ronan was well versed in comings and goings, in the tidal rhythm of a lover washing out to sea and returning under favorable winds. This was his father, after all, leaving the Barns with a trunk full of dreams and returning some months later with a trunk full of money and gifts” (cdth, p. 41). This becomes interesting when you know that sea foam was described in Irish legend as “white mane of the Morrigan's head”, further emphasising Mór's relation to the sea. While Ronan’s association with water focuses more on feelings/relationships (also wrt himself, he is a ship, he is nostalgic rain etc. (also the meaning of water in tarot, which is associated with scorpios fyi)), Mór’s association with water is more tied to its power/strength and greatness, identity and freedom. Mór going from being free like water to feeling tied down by the land (the Barns). 
She is also a shapeshifter, her preferred form being a raven, but she is also heavily associated with cattle, the land/landscape (of Ireland re: Irish/Kerry sea), protection of the land and its people and fertility. This ties back to the heavy raven imagery in trc and ravens appearing during/after Ronan’s birth (gw, p. 238). Ronan is ‘more raven than the others’ and literally has a pet raven (which is also the first thing we and the gangsey learn he has dreamed) and Chainsaw is a symbol for his heart. I’m inclined to interpret ravens (or one facet of their meaning) as pain. Mór dreamt pain into everything she created, Ronan is darker, more actively in pain than the others, his night terrors are also birds/ravens representing his self-hatred, i.e., pain. The cattle thing is interesting as well, because it is specified in gw that Niall becomes consumed with dreaming cows (gw, p. 97) maybe as a representation of his effort to keep Mór (on land) while cows are also the animal the barns are mostly associated with, arguably representing the joy and wholeness of Ronan’s childhood that he can’t seem to wake up bc his father his dead. This creates a nice representation of Mór's duality: on one hand she is a mother to Declan and cares for him, loves him and Niall in her way, ultimately protects all of them, including Ronan, by making the decision to leave the barns and her memories behind, sealing their fate. On the other hand, she dreams pain into everything, uses this skill for her work for Boudicca, shoots Declan, wants to kill Ronan etc. Duality of ravens vs cattle, war/death vs protection/fertility, being friendly vs being dangerous, land vs sea. 
And now my favourite thing: Mórrigan is tripartite, she can appear individually or as three goddesses (the literature is not that consistent on who the three goddesses are and what they mean/how they are distinct). Three is an important number in trc (‘good things come in threes’). Mór is also tripartite: Marie, Mór, Aurora. It’s giving the maiden, mother, crone archetypes. Each of them represents a different part of her identity, but arguably Marie or the part of Mór that is Marie is left behind by her by purposefully renaming herself, reducing her to her duality again, by her own will. 
I find this quote from Máire Herbert’s “Transmutations of an Irish Goddess” overall very fitting: “It is the dark side of the Mórrigan's power that has the most enduring impact.” 
I feel like while we talk a lot about fathers in the context of trc/td3, which is supremely justified bc of the all of it, but we rarely talk about mothers, probably because the most prominent mother figures are presented as relatively ‘unproblematic’. BUT, although Mór, Hennessy’s mother and Adam’s mother stay in the background for the largest part of the narrative, they, and here specifically Mór and her decisions from before the narrative starts, have significant impact on the characters and story (phantom queen). They are mythologised and arguably punished by some of the narrative for not being stereotypical good mothers (for Mór this is partially retroactively amended). 
Another thing I have to ponder is how Mór literally has the same name as Niall’s mother which sure is something (magical habsburg family fail crime empire moment)! But this in the context of how names are so important and central in ms writing and how fucked up Niall’s relationship with his mother seems to be... His mother shows up for money, something that presumably has happened very often. Money being transactional. Mór not feeling feelings as others do but acting in socially acceptable ways to gain something from other people, i.e., reducing relationships to something transactional. And then her changing her name to better suit her because she doesn’t want to be Marie Lynch anymore, self-image and ‘call it by name’. Yeah. 
I have to be careful to not ignore half of what ms wrote, especially in td3, because she tends to pull this ‘oh, they realised that even though they never really talked about this or any real change happened, they now understand each other perfectly and somehow just misinterpreted previous conversations bc of insecurities’ which she does with Niall/Mór and with Ronan/Adam (she did it better with Adam/Gansey in trc) so that the analysis loses some of its momentum if you see it through to the end.  
However, I think Ronan inherited a lot more from his mother than, at least I, realised. And this is probably also what makes the parallels of Niall/Mór/Aurora and Ronan/Adam so interesting.  
I also have to make a separate post on names at one point or another. 
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blankinsidecards · 2 years
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what if the the dark-haired lady from the opal short story is declan’s twin sister and it’s a parent trap situation
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seavoice · 1 year
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genuinely i can’t believe how much i overall loved mór and niall’s part of the story, and also how obvious it felt in hindsight considering i didn’t clock the direction their story was going at all. but mór is FASCINATING, adds so much new to the story, the mary who ran away!! the mary who played at being god, and played with god, and made god, and wanted to kill god (a fucking baby but i digress) and then in a very complicated way saved god. she’s terrible i love her in all honesty the lynches should not stay with her but welp she’s at the barns i guess. also imo, more than redeeming niall or anything that simple, greywaren punctured the legend of niall lynch in such a way that it felt like reading it and going “that’s all there was?”. not in a fully disappointed way, just that he is neither that grand hero or villain his sons thought he was. just some guy who wanted a simple life and loved his sons and tried to do his bit, maybe even best, for his sons but failed and how. no hateful monster, no tragic supernova, no sympathetic but scorned, bitter lover. 
a start so tragic that you choose to forget it, in less a bitter way and more in just a stinging loss of love. ripped apart and shut the curtains down in the very first act! all we get to know is this beginning, and then the end. because we don’t yet know what happened in those sixteen odd years or why his children thought he played favorites or what went down to make him the brash braggart of the black market or how the greywaren became that sword above their heads!!! why he dangled the greywaren and why he didn’t tell them about aurora or find a way to save her!! why he played that gamble when he loved declan, and apparently grew to love ronan and presumably even matthew! 
anyway. fuck. at the end of the day, the parent who truly loved them got killed for a senseless cruel power move that he pulled and brought the hounds on the heads of his sons, and the parent who ran away re-enters the story and saves them, albeit as a consequence, and even if only partly, even if she didn’t care to.
REALLY fucking compelling, and no one comes out looking like a hero, just sad desperate children who grew into people who lost their heads, because no one can salvage the misery.  except hopefully, now, their sons.
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dykenav · 1 year
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THE THING IN THE FOREST: DRAMATIC MEDIATIONS ON GREYWAREN CHARACTERS
I am Declan Lynch. I am the boy erased by purposeful blandness, the boy who crafted a mask so thoroughly it became him. I am the boy who hides his soul in the attic full of paintings and the fancy shoes he can’t seem to convince himself not to wear, despite how hard he tries. I am the brother who committed to staying safe by becoming nothing, unnoticeable, unremarkable, afraid that if too much space is taken up by something like a personality there will be knives at my throat and nightmares I can’t even imagine. I am the brother who had to be responsible, because no one else would, the one who continued to play the part even when my insides were breaking again and again and again and again and again. 
I am Adam Parrish. I am the boy with insatiable ambition, desperate to rewrite his past. I am the boy that feels unknowable. I am the boy playing life like a strategy game, unconcerned about who I have to lie to or what rules I have to break. I am the boy who believes helplessly that if I can just get somewhere, if I can just make something of my life, if I can become some picture of success then maybe all that pain could be worth it. I am the boy who can’t allow the reality of myself to be held by more than one person. I am the boy who tries to convince himself not to love and fails miserably. I am the boy who collects crying friends, the boy with the quiet otherworldly power only few seem to understand. I am the uncanny stranger next to you. I am the outsider in every room. I am desperate to belong to a world not made for me. 
I am Ronan Lynch. I am the car crash you can’t stop happening. I am everyone’s problem they don’t know how to solve. I am the disaster in your dorm room. I am the thing that wakes with my rage in my hands. I am the brooding misunderstood teenager, I am the young boy who is lonely. I am the soft and fragile thing hidden in glares and snarls. I am the thing in the shape of a human longing desperately to be real. I am the thing with too many feelings. I don’t know how to survive in this world. I don’t know how to be complete in the other. I am the thing that loves fiercely, I am the thing terrified of my hugeness and my smallness both, because neither have given me a place to belong. I am the god dreaming of being a baby dreaming of being a god. 
I am Jordan Hennessy. I am the girl who runs from her own mirror, and yet finds herself surrounded by it everywhere she turns. I am the girl who cannot help but re-create herself, again and again and again, hoping that at least one version will turn out better than the original, or at least stay alive long enough to find out. I am the girl with the void inside of her big enough to destroy the world. I am the girl who’s first experience of love came from the act of painting over her mother’s horrible portrait of a daughter she did not bother to know. I am the girl who hates herself, but I am also the girl brave enough to love herself even when she is terrified of what loving herself might mean, and not knowing if it will ever be possible for her to love or be loved by anyone else. I am the explosion of words in the room, I am the car crash that happened on purpose. I am the artist who dreams while awake.
I am the other Jordan Hennessy. I am the girl who’s never had her own life. I am a girl made of dreams with dreams of her own she’s not allowed to have. I am the girl that stays awake only by the ceaseless and restless pursuit of art that is bigger than reality. I am the girl with lost memories. I am the girl with no option but to create her future, because her past was never truly hers.
I am Carmen Farooq-Lane. I am the woman who gave her life to a cause that betrayed her. I am the woman with blood on her hands. I am the woman who learned to control herself because she couldn’t control her volatile brother, and someone had to be controlled. I am the woman who must keep herself together, no matter what it takes, no matter what she loses, I am the woman who can’t seem to stop what she is desperately trying to stop, what we all know is coming. I am the woman with the apocalypse inside her. 
I am Matthew Lynch. I am the golden child, the easy one, the one that everyone loves simply because I am good, because there is nothing about me to suggest any wrongness. I am the brother who isn’t real. I am the boy who does not know himself, because all he has been is what was dreamt into him, what he has allowed others to shape him into. I am the boy who tries to fight his brightness in rebellion. I am the boy who can’t help but make others smile anyway. 
I am the being known as Bryde. I am the ancient voice in the forest that just appeared yesterday. I am the disdainful hawkish man who believes the world is killing him and killing itself. I am the guy who is mostly right, but is wrong in the ways that matter. I am the one who does not know if he can trust what he knows. I am the angst of a teenage boy and the wisdom of a god and the longing of a revolution. I am the one who does not know if there is anything left worth saving.
I am Liliana the Visionary. I am the maiden, the mother and the crone. I am the human volcano; I am the woman who must erupt to stay alive. I am the woman who chooses her own life, no matter the destruction it causes. I am the woman who believes despite everything that it will all work out. I am the woman with the sound of all her years within her. I am the woman who refuses to keep it all in.
I am Mór Ó Corra. I am the woman who can’t help but dream pain into everything she touches. I too am afraid of the thing in the forest. I too wonder if it was a mistake to bring it to life.
I am Niall Lynch. I am the father with a heart bigger than his brain. I too want to love the thing I’m afraid of. I too want desperately to make it human.
I am the Lace. I am the dark mirror you do not want to face. I am the dream where you can’t wake up. I am the dream where it was all your fault. I am the dream of the world without magic. I am the thing that shows you what you already feared. I am the shadow of the world that will not stop until the world faces itself. I am the voice you already know.
I am the Greywaren. I am the thing in the forest, the thing beyond worlds, choosing life, again and again and again. I am the thing that belongs nowhere and everywhere. I am the thing that talks to you in your dreams. I am the power of possibility. I am the bravery of deciding what to make real, what to love, what to become. I am the thread of magic that connects us all. I am the end in the beginning in the end.
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angstdom · 1 year
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see the thing is i believe that hennessey and ronan are besties and i believe they have a deep relationships with bryde but like all of the bonding was covered in like two lines and a few scattered scenes across the books so i just have to kind of take their word for it but i didn't feel it. all the emotional scenes in greywaren just felt so hollow because i havent seen these characters come to rely on each other over everyone else.
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the-prince-of-tides · 2 years
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People complaining about how awful Niall Lynch was…
Lord.
I don’t trust Declan’s POV anymore than I trust Ronan’s. Most people seem to have average views of him. His behaviour regarding the Greywaren seems to be vastly misinterpreted and we all KNOW how fandom views his Aurora stuff is inaccurate, too, because no one here got the full story before making snap judgments. I mean, what, Mór has a similar version of Niall trotting around by her side. Judging by the clues in the series, the Mór and Niall clones are about the same age. It’s likely they experimented with dream shit by making copies of each other. It might even have been a romantic endeavour between them, we do not know. But sure, Niall is a total villain and deserves all the hatred.
Like mates idk if this fandom just has severe daddy issues or if people have literally lost track of what makes a villain. Niall Lynch is morally grey. He’s like… maybe slightly below middle on the scale of hero to villainy and that’s just cuz of his sexist remarks in the TDT series. Until we know further details, I think fandom is massively overreacting to Niall.
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didishawn · 1 year
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omg i adore your writing <3 could we get a second part to your last pedri and ferran fic ?? where y’all go home and finish what you started ?? ;)
Post match pt 2 (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut
This is a continuation to this fic
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Warnings: smut, lots of Spanish, oral sex, Ferran cums by grinding against the bed
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Before you can truly take in your surroundings, you are home, Ferran is in between your legs and you are between Pedri's, his thick cock in your mouth and his hands buried on your hair, he moves you how he likes it.
Ferran has lips on your clit, sucking softly as he knows it has you squirming, two of his fingers have a rough pace inside of you, his hips are rutting against the bed to relieve himself, he never would have guessed the sheets to feel so good against him -bit he guesses being as horny as he is, anything would be good enough.
Your mind has long since succumbed to pleasure, back on the shower when you couldn't even stand straight, your boys surely know how to have you trembling.
You are pliant to Pedri's pace as he moves your head, you twirl your tongue around his tip as he likes. You suck him good, your spit everywhere, falling off your mouth as he almost touches the back of your throat. You almost choke on him as Ferran slams his fingers inside, his pace also rougher.
Pedri is breathing hard, he leans down and kisses your head, still, moving you however he likes.
"Dios, amor, eres toda una experta en esto" he groans "Más te vale estar haciendolo bien allá, Ferran" (shit, love, you are an expert. You better be doing a good job over there, Ferran)
The boy separates from your clit, his mouth is wet with your juices, a deer look on, his face "Pues claro, no es mi primera vez, ¿sabes? Ni la segunda, ni la tercera" (of course, it's not my first time, you know? Nor the second, nor the third)
"Solo asegurándome de que nuestra chica disfruta como se merece" (just making sure our girl gets what she deserves)
It's payback, they both know, after being so good for them back in the shower on the Camp Nou, doing your best to serve them good after such a match and win.
You have been at it for hours, you let them fuck you on the car, kitchen, and couch, not even you understand how you have lasted so much. The sun is rising on the background, and you edge closer to what your belive to be the last orgasm of the night, but with these two you can never know.
You are grinding into Ferran's face as Pedri is doing with his cock inside of your mouth, Ferran too becoming close to orgasm as his hips grind quicker, his cock is sensitive yet manages to paint the sheets white with his orgasm, grunting into your pussy, making you moan at the vibrations and in return turn also bringing out a load groan form Pedri as he ruts quicker into your warm mouth.
You let go of Pedri's cock, hand jerking him off, he smirks at your puppy eyes "¿Quieres que me corra en tu cara, amor?" you desperately nod "Dios, como te adoro" (you want me to cum on your face, love? God, how much I adore you)
You are close too, walls tightening around the fingers inside you, squirming under the pression of Ferran's lips around your clit, sucking softly, yet determined, he won't let go off you, doesn't matter how much you squirm, he keeps you in place by the strong grip on your hips.
A strong thrust and an intense suck has you cumming on his face, his tongue slurping everything you give him, your orgasm face enough to throw Pedri off his edge too, your face painted white by his cum.
The three of you are breathing deeply, struggling to move as you are all trembling.
Ferran cleans you as Pedri changes the sheets.
The three of you lay on your bed, you are comfortable in between your boys' arms, finally falling sleep with the sun fully on the sky.
No one on training dares to question them for arriving late when seeing the marks on their necks and rosy cheeks.
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my-favourite-zhent · 21 days
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BG3 Backstory Bash by Kelandrin
This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash
I was tagged by @rolansrighthorn and @commander-krios so I'm giving this a go for Isolde aka Izzy of New Tricks. Tagging if you think this would be fun to try: @thisaccountisagainstmywill @littleplasticrat @sunites @killerpancakeburger @cloverthebarbearian
Baby:
Parents: Both humans from Phlan in Thar, north of the Moonsea. They were archaeologists and former professors of archaeology.
Birth: Izzy was born in Eleint just a few days before Highharvestide. Her parents blamed her penchant for fruit on her birthday.
First word: "up" She was a bit of a spoiled brat that liked to be carried everywhere
When they first walked: Following a bird that had been picking at the camp scraps
Tantrum: Lots of tantrums, not having anyone her age to play with meant she was a bit of a high maintenance baby.
First sickness: Since they were out on the road a lot she actually didn't catch ill till she was around six and they were visiting relatives in Phlan. She immediately caught the shaking fever but luckily fought it off after a few days.
Thunderstorm: Rather scared of them when living out of tents. Warmed up a bit after she got to stay in more permanent structures.
Childhood:
Friends: Since her family was always on the road or at various dig sites away from civilization Izzy rarely had playmates her own age. She spent most of her time reading or trying to feed any local corvids.
Siblings: Izzy is an only child.
Getting into trouble: After toddlerhood she was a generally well behaved child. She spent most of her time reading.
Birthday: In Eleint a few days before Highharvesttide.
Games: Enjoys puzzles but is unfamiliar with most children's games. Corra introduced her to darts which she quite likes.
Learning something new: Huge bookworm, loves to learn anything to do with linguistics, ancient history (especially Netheril) and cultural practices. It helps her understand people better as she has very little practical experience.
Trauma: Her parents were murdered when she was 16, though it was written off by the local authorities as an accidental fire. She is still a bit hung up on the fact that she doesn't know who the killer was and what were their motivations.
Teenager:
Growing pains: None, she never grew that much to begin with.
Taking responsibility: Growing up around almost solely adults Izzy took on responsibility as a young age, often helping out on dig sites or translation work for her parents.
Rebellion: Not at all a rebellious. Excepting the incident below.
Running away: After her parents passing she was sent to live with her aunt in the countryside for a time. However well meaning her aunt had no idea what to do with a young girl and thought trying to marry her off would solve that problem. Izzy decided to run off and go to university instead.
First love: Love is maybe a strong word, but her first crush was a boy in her aunt's village. He was very sweet but ultimately loved another girl in the village.
Adulthood:
Peer pressure: Finally among peers for the first time in university Izzy was very desperate to be accepted. She ended up copying her notes and ghostwriting assignments for a pack of shitty noble brats.
Their "first time": Was briefly in a relationship with one of the noble brats. Fairly painful first time as the guy was pretty selfish and inexperienced but she was too in love to know better.
Reckless behaviour: Devastated when she was kicked out of school and the brat pack dumped her Izzy got drunk with Corra at a festhall and slept with an adventurer who was flirting with her. He was a lot better than the noble brat.
Serious relationships: The aforementioned noble brat who dumped her when she was kicked out of school. A banite priest who was just using her for her expertise in archaelogy, ghosted as soon as he got what he wanted. Currently with Rugan the Zhent (New Tricks) we've yet to see if the pattern repeats.
Work: Since she doesn't have a proper degree she mostly uses her linguistic and archaeological expertise to aid tomb raiders with excavating ruins and smaller monasteries with translation work.
Leaving home: Izzy never really had a permanent home having grown up on the road. University was probably the closest she got to having one. She now winters with Corra in Crimor.
Aging: Early thirties but still looks good for her age, not strong but agile.
Finding their place: Still searching, her line of work and previous bad experiences make it difficult for her to form the lasting connections she so desperately wants.
Starting a family/found family: Really wants to find a life partner and a group of friends. She doesn't have any experience with children but would be willing to have them if that's what her partner wants.
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corrach · 2 years
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Zelda's Massive, Churning, Heaving... Dignity
It's your first day on the job in Hyrule Castle. A maid, huh? Not exactly what you thought you'd be doing, but maybe it's the change of pace you need. After reporting in to the head maid, you were given a very simple task. She handed you a bucket and mop, and said sternly, "Clean. Second floor, east hallway." Tilting your head, confused, you asked for clarification. "...really. Wow. Do people even research their jobs these days...? Just. Find the princess, and she'll clear things up."
So here you are. Second floor, east hallway. Spotless. You look at the crudely drawn map you were given, directing you to the princess's quarters. You suppose, if there's nothing obvious, then the princess will clear it up. Just as you're thinking that, you step in... something. Looking down at your shoes, it's a large, creamy puddle of white. What is... this? It's on the hem of your dress. It's goopy, but... your mind keeps going back to creamy, for some reason. You wonder if that's like what the princess's... you clear your throat in hopes that your head clears with it. Stop being so perverse, you berate yourself. You get to work mopping it up. Oh god, you just looked up and there's so much more. Is it trailing down the hallway?? You sigh deeply. It's one of those days, huh?
You've been cleaning for what feels like years. Not that the work itself is so hard, but you've been unable to get lewd thoughts out of your head. Of what the princess's cock might look like, of how you imagine her cute little balls, of the delusion that the hall smells like sex, or that you can hear the princess's restrained moans, her needy whimpers, her... footsteps as she rounds the corner, not even glancing at you. Oh, damn it, there's more of the stuff behind her! You start to warn the princess not to step in any of it, before you realize. She's trailing it. It's dripping down her thighs, off her dress from the tent at her crotch, and definitely, definitely dripping from her massive, pent up, ankle-slapping nutsack. You can see it peeking from under her dress. Swaying, churning, bouncing slightly with every step she takes. You can make out the lace of a ball bra caressing her tender, sensitive nutflesh, keeping it from brushing against the carpets. If she weren't wearing that... she'd go crazy, you think, overstimulated from her massive, royal sack brushing against the floor, stimulating her, making her cute princess cock nice and hard, to leak her musky, thick girlcum...
You aren't sure when your hand arrived by your crotch, but you realize that you're almost touching yourself looking at your employer. That might, you think, not be a good business move. You chuckle, embarrassed, not even thinking of the fact that the princess might hear. Zelda whips around in mortified surprise at your chuckle, her cheeks aflame from more than just her arousal now. "Oh! Gods above, I, AH~!" Her breath hitches. She neglected to think of the consequences on her sensitive, pent-up, relentless body that such a violent spin would have. You watch, hypnotized, as Zelda's beautiful, bountiful balls sway, wiggle back and forth with the momentum, and come to a gradual halt. There is a silence. A loud silence. A loud silence wherein you finally notice the buzzing sound coming from Zelda's ball bra, two vibrators pressed against her engorged, sensitive flesh. You stare. The princess stares at you staring. Her lips tremble for a moment.
"I, I'm so... I apologize so greatly for this, I didn't know that... I...! It's just, you see, my body..." She gestured towards the rock-hard cock leaking out of her dress. "It, ah, AHH~, h-has, so many urges and I... c-can't resist them forever, because... because, I..." She moans, louder than you had ever imagined someone of such elegance could. Lost in the haze of her body's overwhelming sensations, she starts stroking her royal cock without even thinking to take her dress off. "Because I'm such a SLUT! I, I get off on maids like you who all follow me around while I'm being such a perverted princess, who love to touch themselves to the thought of my fucking massive balls!!" Zelda's hands border on blurred, masturbating herself so violently that you can barely make them out. You moan with her, as you join in touching yourself together with the slutty princess you had thought so elegant, prim and proper. "Because I love nothing more than knowing you maids are just as perverted as I am, that you'd, AHN~, b-BATHE in my cum if I let you, that you get off on how, HHAAHHH~,, how SOAKED this castle is in the smell of my lust~!! Because, AHH~! Because I love cumming all over cute new maids like you!!!" The princess reaches under her dress to directly touch her needy length for the first time, staggering towards you, drunk on her own scent, lifting her dress up to let her cum drench you in its warm, musky, delicious creaminess~. As the first globs hit your body, you climax, taking a taste of her cream with a free hand. It's heavenly~. So this is what the princess's perverted, slutty, lust-fueled orgasms taste like~? You could get used to it. Falling over, legs failing you from the sheer arousal of being coated in such potent cum, you feel it drip into your mouth as you hazily open your eyes, seeing the princess's cock harden right back up. Guess your shift isn't over yet~.
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(evan mock / cis-male / he/him / asphodel ) did you just see FITZGERALD ANDERSON-CORRA walking through the halls? they’re a 23 year-old FOURTH-YEAR FILM STUDIES student from SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. rumour has it they’ve been a member of praeditus since they were in their SECOND YEAR. i’ve heard they have a tendency to be RECKLESS and COCKY, but ENDEARING and CONFIDENT, too. well, anyway, you’ll know if you spot FITZ again because they always seem to remind me of THE SEAMLESS GLIDE OF A SKATEBOARD, GOOD FEELINGS UNDER BAD INFLUENCES, CREDIT CARDS IN EVERY SHADE OF BLACK, A SNICKER WHERE THERE SHOULD BE A FROWN.
background:
fitzgerald anderson-corra has been called many things – “fuckboy prince of sydney” being his favorite, but the submission box is always open – but nobody has ever dared to call him boring. 
he was adopted as a baby, before he could ever conceive of anyone else as a parent, and he was given the atrocious name of fitzgerald after mama anderson’s deceased father. fitz grew up richer than god and all his disciples (or perhaps her disciples in this, the year of barbie), adopted by a lesbian power-couple who had more money than they knew what to do with. as such, they lavished their wealth on their three children, and fitz never knew how to want something, only how to get it.
this became his philosophy in life: whatever he set his sights on (whether it be things or people), it had to be his. and honestly, it was easy to fulfill these endless desires, being as charming and persuasive as fitz was.
he remembers clearly the first time he made a room full of people really laugh. he was eight years old, and his mothers were having a group of people over for dinner. they were going around the table, and everyone was tasked with doing an impression of a celebrity. fitz chose björk (which, looking back, was quite advanced for his age), and after just a couple sentences in his best icelandic accent, the whole room was hysterical. it felt incredible, like love and respect and power all wrapped into one. with every joke that fitz has told since, he’s been chasing that feeling – he’s done his fair share of drugs, but no high compares to that. 
he spent his teenage years surfing the sydney coast during the day and hopping from one party to the next by night. he made easy friends with everyone, and if he didn’t, it was only because they were jealous of his good looks and seamless charisma. at school, he thrived in any activity that put him in the spotlight, whether it was playing the comic relief in a theater production or writing funny cartoons in the school newspaper. fitz was a bright and shining star, and even though he was middle-of-the-pack when it came to pure academics, every teacher and student alike swore that he was going to do something great with that mind of his.
it all changed when he was sixteen. they never should’ve been drinking as much as they were. they never should’ve dared each other to climb higher and higher, up onto the roof even. but they did, and fitz lost more than just a brother that night – he lost a piece of himself.
fitz spent the rest of that summer indoors. no surfing, no parties, no laughter. his mothers assumed it was grief, but guilt is what it actually was. fitz stared at the ceiling and replayed that night endlessly, unable to come to any conclusion besides the fact that fitz’s own recklessness had killed his brother. it ate away at him. 
when the summer ended, so did fitz’s period of mourning. he was determined not to let others see how the summer’s events had affected him, so he was back to fitz as usual, all the smirks and snickers included. he shut down anyone who wanted to talk about what happened with his brother, pushing it down lest it consume everything that made fitz special. he was a comedian, goddammit, and nobody wanted to watch a sitcom episode where the main character does nothing but cry and self-loathe.
he graduated with his sights set on meraviglia, determined to attend the best university that his mothers’ names could get him into and, conveniently, the same school as bindweed. his high school graduation speech received an average of three laughs per minute.
when professor dupont slipped an asphodel in fitz’s direction, he wasn’t very surprised. fitz exists as one of the most likable figures on meraviglia’s campus, and everybody agrees that his charisma is going to make him a big deal one day, though even fitz isn’t exactly sure what comes after college. he’s studying film and media with the hopes of perhaps migrating to the big screen, whether that’s as a writer or an actor, but he also has hidden desires to make something that’s entirely his own – a late-night show, when he’s feeling especially ambitious. 
but fitz is also a person that’s scared of failure and rejection and working too hard, so for now, he’s planning on making it through his last year and then spending some time doing what he does best: traveling the world, racking up the laughs, and bringing a party with him wherever he goes. of course, professor dupont’s disappearance is disturbing to him and is certainly a wrench in his plans to live it up as a senior, but fitz is determined to make something positive out of his last year in praeditus nonetheless.
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(@commanderhorncleaver) Number 15 for everybody uwu
EVERYBODY??? zthats like 50 people. more i think. okay. get ready. some of these characters im gonna name tumblr hasnt even seen yet.
How Gay Are They?
im going by age of the character btw. lets fucking go.
Azura: gay :) so gay that she gave her lover her only weapon so that she could protect herself
Dio: hey thats me!! it's a lesbian :) super gay
Sophia: lesbian in the magical girl way
Mina: normal (aroace) but their best friend is gay :)
Carry: heterosexual
Léa: PROBLEMATIC BISEXUAL
Brum: gay for every gender :)
Jue: also a problematic bisexual but with more glitter
Lysania: unproblematic bisexual :) gay as in happy :)
Violett: WOMEN WANT XEM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Naymarin: GAY FROM BEFORE THEY WERE BORN. so gay. met his gf in the dream. lesbianism in her veins.
Aurora: she doenst have much time to be gay but if she gets her hands on the gay feelings then thousands of people will die :)
Raja: normal amount of gay. pretty regular.
Mirella: SOOOOOOOOO GAY. gets hit in the face with the lesbianism.
Dergroße Winschenzo: there is no word that could hold the power of dergroße winschenzos love. he is all.
Temmie: hardcore femme lesbian. full of GAY!!! and also evil sometimes
Lilly: i dont know :)
Rosalind: bisexual lighting when she was born.
Dean: gay and likes it when men are very mean to him
Corra: very gay but forgets it sometimes because the love she has for the eternal alchemy is stronger than any attraction.
Lucius: 11/10 on the gay scale and it should scare you
Vita: if gay means happy then she is the gayest :) if gay means liking women then thats also correct
Ophelia: she has no time being gay shes too busy being scared
Tora: i think a pretty normal amount of gay. i think rather regular. i think normal.
Rebekka: gay but in a very secretive evil but halfway through redemption kind of way
Eryn: the only thing they attract is unstable fractals :) theres no gay
Narcissa: i am too scared to ask but that old evil face sure looks gay
Jisoo: lesbiab :)
Iira: gay and would commit warcrimes for its lover. (has no lover but wants one so she can commit warcrimes for them)
Ninyann: what is a gay :) doesnt know anything sorry
Indigo: gay and embarassingly so. hey stop looking at jisoo there is a bear mauling you. hey. he
Alastor: proper amount of gay. may not have realised it yet.
Frost: frost is the representation of (one of) my genders so i think they should be the same amount of gay as me. i think theyre gay in the way being a pretty guy in a wedding dress with frost bite is gay. gay in the way finding you best friend dead in a field of pansies covered with purple blood and vines piercing their heart is gay. i th
Dazii: makes bombs. i think thats pretty gay
Astrid: god created bisexuality for her
Yoonsu: fighting his demons (homosexuality)
Thyrynn: gay in a sitting in a library and reading about forgotten legends way
Izzy: OUGHHHHHHHHHH CRITICAL HIT!!!! GAY!!!!!
Nadira: you wabt to know if shes gay? you want to know? when shes wearing the clothing of her gf at all times? when she has made an effort to learn everything about her gfs culture and history that she can find? you want to know if nadira is gay??? how gay she is???? take a guess. go on take a guess. how gay is she, hm?? how gay
Hilda: she was made to be my gfs characters gf. she exists only to be a lesbian. its her one destiny.
Rhea: *writes love songs about her crush* *cries after concert because girl in the audience was too pretty* *talks to ghosts about being too in love to function*
Junko: not only are they lesbian but they also have two gay people in their HEAD which adds up.
Darryean: cowboy
Rian: studies astrology. he looks at the stars and goes "oh youre a libra :/" thats gay
Kyandri: hey shes just a little shroomie :) she doesnt know how gay she is :) a lot probably
Ambrose: VAMPIRE!!!! BITES MEN!!!!! IN THE NECK!!!!!!!!!
Kaari: average bisexual
Daeonna: i dont know if shes gay but judging by how mean she is.... probably
Aryel: do you want an essay do you want a fucking ewsay on how gay he is. do you want that. do you want me to describe in detail how gay he is. how he felt when he met his lover for the first time. his emotions. his admiration. his pure beatiful love. do you want to read into every last bit of aryel lore and figure out how fucking gay he is. do you think you can handle that??? i dont think so. oh let me show you how fucking gay aryel is alright lket me show yo
Soleil: canach liker (gay)
Prima: the word lesbian was created for her HEY!!!!!!!!!!!! gay girl. get a grip.
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yukiwrites · 2 years
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Azura, Regretting
Thank you so much for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This was a very emotional one, so I hope you like it~
Summary: After Felicia found her deceased sister, Flora, again, in Askr, many such encounters were bound to happen one way or another. A male Corrin bonding with a female Corrin who made different choices... and now, perhaps, they could even meet the one they thought they never would see again...
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Askr sometimes was a refuge.
A refuge to Heroes who denied their home worlds, or a refuge for those who wished to see what lay beyond their own choices, in another world.
Many came and went as a passing wind, only to lend their strength for a short while and quickly return to where they belong, eager to continue writing their own story.
Many came and stayed a bit longer; studying, bettering themselves for the battles they would suffer ahead of them.
Many, still, came and chose to stay. Stay to give everything they had, stay to redeem their lost selves back in their home worlds. Stay to seek refuge, or to give it to those who needed it.
Some came and went to their worlds daily, through a special portal connected to Breidablik. Their stories had been written and now they had to act on the consequences of their choices — to rule, to guide, to be the one people depend on.
Those were Corra and Rin — the Princess and Prince Corrin, from the Conquest and Birthright worlds, respectively. To avoid confusion amongst the Heroes, the two Corrins from different worlds added to the nicknames given to them.
It sounded rather fitting, as parts of the single name they shared, so the two didn’t mind the aliases at all. Instead, they welcomed it. Since they enjoyed spending time together more and more, the new names made them feel as though they were truly siblings — twins, even.
Between themselves, they could share their grief, their regrets and think about what they could have done better to avoid all of the losses they had to suffer.
It was only between themselves that they could truly and fully open up their hearts, as they knew that the family they left back in their worlds would worry ceaselessly about them should they ever voice their true thoughts. Besides, saying it all out loud would mean ignoring all the sacrifices others have made so they could walk along their chosen path.
No, those words were only meant for their own ears to hear.
Askr was a refuge to them. One where they could truly be themselves, amongst themselves.
As the Prince and Princess shared some tea under Flora’s distant gaze (she had been waiting on them ever since they first met, so she knew to mind her distance), Felicia tripped at the corner she was just turning.
“Ack-ou-ouchhh,” she whimpered, but quickly got up to her feet. “W-wait, no time to waste! Flora! My Lady!”
“Shush, Felicia. Can’t you see the Lord and Corra are having a conversation?” Flora quickly pulled on Felicia’s arm as the pink-haired maid tried to run past her.
“B-but this is important! I just saw!” She panted, her eyes as wide as they could get. From their seats, Corra and Rin looked at the scene with awe. “Kiran summoning-”
“Are you alright, Felicia?” Corra got up first and asked in a loud voice.
“My Ladyyy-'' Felicia struggled a bit in her sister’s grip, but soon managed to slip away. “Kiran just summoned her! Lady- Lady Azura!!”
“What?!”
“Azura?!”
Corra and Rin jumped in their skins, exchanged glances and ran up to the clumsy maid. “Is that true? Is that- truly? Our Azura?” Corra took both of Felicia’s hands.
The Princess’ touch was cold, though Felicia wouldn’t be able to discern it well. 
“Flora, can- can you,” Rin wet his mouth more than once, his complexion paling by the second. “Can you check…”
The maid bowed respectfully. “Of course, my Lord. Just one moment.” She turned on her heel and left to the Summoning Grounds.
Meanwhile, Felicia tried to remember the details Corra asked, though she was getting overwhelmed.
“Um, I think she looked the same? I mean, maybe?”
“What was she wearing? Was she pale? She looked so sickly the last time… the last time I saw her.” Corra whispered the last bit with a pained voice, sharing the twinge of pain Rin also felt in his heart.
In his world, Rin had watched Azura die right in front of him. She had turned into dust, consumed by the power of the necklace she drew power from. To him, hearing that she was here, in the flesh, was… shocking news to say the least.
The Prince controlled his shaking hands as much as he could, barely listening to what Corra and Felicia were saying.
“I think she was… yeah, she definitely had a pegasus with her!” Felicia snapped her fingers as if she had made the discovery of the century. “I couldn’t see well from the all the lights, but I’m sure I saw her pulling some reins from within the portal…”
“A pegasus?” Rin lifted the gaze he had fixed on the floor. “She was… she mounted a pegasus in my world, for a time.”
Not at all disappointed that the Azura in Askr might not be from her world, Corra turned to Rin with a shaky smile, tears apparent in her face. “Maybe she’s the one from your world. You know, before…”
“Yes…” Rin bit his lower lip, feeling his nose tingling. “We should,” he looked from the women to the direction Flora went towards, desperately needing a push to give the first step.
“We do. We should go check.” Corra sniffled, then nodded. “Felicia, can you lead the way?”
“What? Oh, of course, my Lady! Let’s go!” The maid cheerfully nodded, turning on her heel to follow her sister’s exact footsteps toward the Summoning Grounds.
On the way there, they met Flora herself who was on her way back. Her face was serious as always, but carried a tinge of worry on her brow.
Rin’s steps slowed down as he saw her expression. “Flora? Did you talk to her?”
Flora nodded with a puzzled expression. “I did, my Lord, but something felt out of place, somehow. I can’t quite put my finger into it.”
Corra and Rin exchanged anxious glances.
Seeing that, Flora took a short breath and adjusted her posture. “Perhaps it would be better to talk to her in person? I’ve arranged for you to meet at the gazebo over there,” she pointed to a garden in the distance, over which a magnificent pegasus flew about, happily and free.
Under the gazebo, they could see the signature long, long, long and flowy blue hair that only one person they knew of carried.
It was her.
It was Azura.
“Can I see you smile for me?” Rin could hear the wind carry her voice. “One more smile… before I go.” Her weak, just beyond a whisper, voice sang as she disappeared.
“No…! I can’t do it…” he whimpered, repeating the same words he told her at that time.
Tears streamed down his face now and then as he had touched her outstretched hand and forced a smile just to please his friend during her last moments.
“That’s right,” she had gasped, “lovely…” were her last words to him. To his tear-stained smile.
And yet, oh and yet, there she stood, up and proudly as she wore a more brilliant and gallant garment than ever before.
The sunlight shone on Azura and through her, giving her a permanent glow that only those who carried a strong blessing could house.
Rin inadvertently leaped on ahead as light enveloped her, fearing he would watch her disappear right in front of him one more time. “Azura!!!” He bellowed with a voice he never knew he was capable of mustering.
Azura turned to her name being called and greeted the approaching man with a smile. “Oh, Corrin, there you are!” Her voice, clear as water, didn’t carry any of the exhaustion Rin was familiar with. “Flora spoke to me just now about you wanting to meet… are you alright? You look deathly pale!” She approached carefully once he halted mere three steps from her.
Her touch on his cheek was warm, so warm…
“A-Azura…” he hiccuped, squeezing his eyes shut so he could truly feel her touch on his skin. “You’re- you’re truly here…”
“Of course I’m here, Corrin, why wouldn’t I be? We just met-”
“Azura!!” Corra called, following Rin’s steps towards her. “It's really you…! You disappeared without trace back then, so I thought- I figured… Oh, Azura…!” She sobbed, hiding her face under both hands.
Visibly confused, Azura looked from one Corrin to the other.
They were of different genders, but they truly felt like the same person.
“Perhaps, she is also…” Azura whispered, though Rin nodded as he still held her hand over his cheek.
“She’s Corrin, too.”
“Then you…” She lifted his gaze to meet hers, seeing in them a cloud of regret that wasn’t present in the Prince Corrin from her world.
No, the Corrin from her world was King. He was King of Valla, the world they managed to restore after going through many, many hardships.
This Corrin in front of her — no, both of these Corrins — they had cracks in their spirits. 
They were barely holding on.
As the both of them sobbed quietly, each holding one of her hands, Azura’s heart broke.
Most likely, in their worlds… She had died. Consumed by the curse just like her own mother had been right in front of her.
It had been a fate she had made peace with, as she never had anyone to confide with nor anyone to rely on. Hers was too tall of an ordeal to do it on her own, so for most of her life she had carried her burden alone, ready to quietly dissolve into nothingness along with her mother.
It was only after the Corrin of her world decided to believe in her and side with her against all odds that she managed to finally make her life-long wish come true: to free her home world from its curse and put it back on its path of restoration.
Looking at the Prince and Princess in front of her, however, she could see how truly lucky she had been. She was one of the many Azuras who managed to live. The one who managed to fulfill her goal and make a proper resting place for her mother’s spirit.
To these two… she had died trying. She had died without ever managing to take a step towards her dream.
“You’re-” Rin croaked out after settling down his emotions, gulping down his tears. “You’re not my Azura, are you? The one-” his voice died, unable to utter the following words.
“I…” Azura couldn’t bear to look at him — to see the same face he was used to seeing with a bright countenance wearing that cloud of regret like a coat filled her with woe. 
Corra kept quiet as she helt Azura’s hand with both of her own. To Corra, who did not witness Azura’s dissolution, she was glad to be able to have hope that her own Azura would appear someday.
If not back home in Nohr, at least in this refuge named Askr…
“I…” Azura hesitated, biting her lower lip. She looked down as she squeezed both of her hands in their hold. “Forgive me, I am not the Azura you know.”
Even though they were expecting it, hearing it from her own mouth was quite a blow. Their shoulders sagged visibly and their heads hung low as each one whispered a sad ‘I see’ under their breaths.
“What,” Corra started, struggling to get the words out, “what is your world like? Is your Corrin anything like us?”
“...” Azura’s heart cried in pain. The truth would only shatter their spirits even more. However, was lying the solution? What could she ever, ever say to soothe the desperation they oh so strongly tried to suppress?
“Azura?” Rin nudged her hand, making her look up at him.
“I’m sorry, I… I was the only one.” She couldn’t bear it. There was no way to tell them that everything was alright in her world.
It would break them, gnaw at them from within.
To her response, they both gasped audibly. “We didn’t… make it?” They exchanged glances.
Azura simply looked down, biting her lower lip.
To the Corrins, that was all the confirmation they needed.
Corra sniffled as Rin squeezed Azura’s hand even more. “So your world, too… So many sacrifices were made,” Corra cried silently.
Unable to bear it, Azura squeezed their hands back. “May I… sing a song for you?” She asked as a lump grew in her throat. “For us meeting here.”
Both Corrins blinked in surprise, but smiled weakly as they nodded in agreement.
“We would love to hear you sing again, Azura.” Corra said, clutching her chest.
“Rather, it’s something I’ve always wanted to listen to, for a long, long time…” Rin hiccuped, taking a step back to give Azura the space she needed.
With a broken heart and a heavy mouth, Azura took a deep breath to focus on the ode to the failed choices and the hymn of hope that blossomed in her chest.
For those who sought refuge in a world that connected many others.
For those who, little by little, one day will come to terms with their choices.
For them, she would sing.
Sing, until her song was needed no more.
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amagicbeyond · 1 year
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just finished helter skelter and i read greywaren last week and as i was reading your fic i just kept thinking like WOW i can't believe how much you predicted. esp in regards to ronan's whole deal. and nathan?!
Thank you for reading! 🥰
Okay, so plotting Helter Skelter was basically a game I used to cope with the awful purgatory of finishing a second book in a trilogy and having to wait, like, a year and a half for the third. Maggie gave us most of the puzzle pieces, the themes and the questions and the shapes of the characters' arcs. I just had fun colouring in the rest - not to mention giving my boy Adam his time in the sun!
I never meant it to be predictive so I wasn't keeping a tally or anything, but off the top of my head isn't it funny that two stories can both contain:
(under the cut for Greywaren spoilers!)
Nathan Farooq-Lane faking his death with a copy and turning out to be the leader of the Moderators/final boss bad guy
Carmen Farooq-Lane being the one to take him down in the end
Mór Ó Corra the sociopath (albeit a far more sympathetic one)
Adam being kidnapped and Ronan raging to the rescue
That little green bottle of ink
Jordan being her own sweetmetal, in a manner of speaking
Ronan being the one to dream the fire at the end of the world
Ronan being half forest/dream entity/ancient eldritch being, one way or another
An epilogue that starts with a Declan/Jordan wedding and ends with the promise of a Ronan/Adam one
And yet be so damn different?
I loved Greywaren and my brain will never be Maggie's brain and I had so much fun writing Helter Skelter. It's the first thing I wrote - and finished - in a very long time. I hope you had fun with it too. 💕
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strangesilverscepter · 7 months
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Spell Masters
Corra hands another one of her protection spells to a kid. A paper light as a feather, dull and mostly unremarkable. It was the colour of burnt parchment tinted with red lines, her blood, which she used to write two spells. A mild protection spell, and a location spell.
The kid didn't need to know about the blood.
"If you tear this, I'll come to you," She said.
The kid took it with his grubby little hands. His small eyes sparkled as he inspected the spell.
Cute.
She pulled out another stack of the same spell, and turned to the parents.
"Thank you," The woman said.
"You have to go, they'll be arriving soon,"
They were on a rooftop. Dramatic? Maybe. But another spell master was nearby, and this one didn't play nice. Hunting for powers instead of taking payment. They had placed a teleportation inhibitor somewhere in the building, making it hard for this family to teleport and escape.
As soon as the clouds clear and they can see Venus, Corra will be able to break that spell. Night spells were so annoying, blood was more convenient.
"Here," The woman said, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a small glowing orb, green, it was infused with teleportation magic.
They needed their energy,
"I can't take it,"
They need to escape. She could sense footsteps in the distance.
"Take it," The man said, breaking his silence, "We have more," He proved it by showing another three.
Corra sighed and looked up as she pocketed the orb.
The clouds cleared. She could see Venus!
She pricked herself on a pin she kept in a pocket of her jacket.
She smeared blood on the parents hands and whispered an incantation.
The footsteps were now audible. She could hear about ten people running up the stairs.
"Go," She said firmly.
The parents grabbed the kid's hands. whispered something and the space around them screeched as they disappeared out of sight.
She could hear the doorknob rattling as someone tried breaking the lock.
She was too late.
Corra slipped her still bleeding hand in her pocket and grabbed the green orb.
The air around her glowed a cool green.
She felt herself being pulled away from the ground, she violently thought about her safe-house. But something was wrong, all she felt like she was being slammed into a wall. Then, she felt herself being pulled back to the ground.
The teleportation didn't work.
She teleported down to a balcony on the floor below.
Teleporting out of the building didn't work.
"Locked the doors, Phil?" She heard a woman say, and colour drained from Corra's face.
She tried the handle on the door.
"Yes," A man replied.
She was trapped here.
"Right, you all check the area for any Teleporters," the woman was likely the Spell Master hunting the family. "Phil, you and I will look for traces of magic,"
"Yes ma'am," Phil, probably, said.
Maybe he was a Spell Master in training? Maybe she could have handled one Spell Master, but two complicated things and there are probably ten others here, helping with the hunt.
Ten may be non-magic but twelve against one is something she'll always lose to.
Corra slumped her back against the ground and sat on the ground, trying to make herself as invisible as possible.
Nothing to do but wait.
"See, this is where they teleported from, can you feel it?" The Spell Master said.
"Yes," Phil said, guess he wasn't the talking type.
"Here, can you feel three people?"
"Two adults, one child."
Corra could hear people walking around, searching.
"Very good, looks like they all got away," She paused , "But I wonder how they broke the spell,"
"The moon is up, they could drain power if they wanted,"
"Only Spell Masters can do that, silly,"
Corra was in silence for a good minute, she could hear her heart beating loudly against her ribs. They were onto her.
"Check the area for a fourth person," The woman said,
Corra heard them move away from that spot.
She hopes she didn't spill anything.
"Someone failed at teleporting here," Phil said.
"Might have been the first attempt, see, there's a successful attempt here as well,"
"Hm."
Idiot, she thought more to herself than to anyone else.
Idiot.
"You know? Spell Masters can take any other Spell Master's power as well, it's concentrated right here," Corra imagined the Spell master pointing to her chest just near the heart.
She placed her own hand unconsciously on her chest.
"Why tell me this?" Phil asked.
Corra was now getting scared for someone else.
This guy was a trainee, he can't protect himself against her.
"Take a guess," Her voice, dangerously low.
Corra didn't think twice as she warped the space around her.
She found herself pulling Phil away from the claws of the Spell Master.
"Oh? So there was a fourth Teleporter," The Spell Master mocked.
Wrong. Corra was a Spell Master. But she didn't need to know that, Corra didn't want her magic taken away.
She looked at Phil, he was shocked.
Standard reaction to betrayal.
"Guys we found one," The Spell Master said and the ten men, armed with knives, surrounded her, "Catch her!"
With that, Corra found herself being boxed in from all directions, she clenched the orb and teleported to the side, away from the men.
She couldn't escape from the building.
"I see you've figured out the teleportation array. I want to know how you broke it,"
Corra needed to buy time, so she could break it again. But the only thing keeping her alive right now was the fact she hadn't revealed her identity.
She had to keep the guise of a Teleporter.
"Phil, help them," The woman said.
Corra kept teleporting out of the way, to avoid their attacks, but this unnatural method was draining her energy,
"You tried to kill me!"
"Don't be silly, it was only to lure her out,"
Lies.
Someone managed to land a hit before she teleported away.
She was getting tired too quickly. Maybe another five more times?
If she continued like this she would collapse.
She had to change tactics.
She took the orb out of her pocket and teleported inside the building, that worked?
"Caught her!" Someone said from inside.
She had left her jacket behind.
"It's just her jacket you buffoon! She went inside, quick, go inside!"
She ran down the stairs as fast as she could.
"Down the stairs!"
"Quickly!"
"She's getting away!"
People shouted behind her. Corra's steps were frantic and quick, like she was running for her life, then she started panting, breaths became short and quick, and the running slowed down.
Her footsteps were loud, even as she slowed down, it was easy to track. Corra turned to look at them.
They were too close.
Again?
Why again!?
Someone threw a knife at her, now she was being pelted by them, small cuts were made by the ones she barely managed to dodge.
She was impaled by one in her shoulder.
She wanted to scream.
She didn't pull it out. It hurt as she moved.
She tried running again, but she was too tired. She couldn't make a turn and hit the wall instead.
She stumbled as she got back up.
Her shoulder hurt like hell. She didn't dare look at it.
She would have bad bruises in the morning.
"There! That corner!" The Spell Master shouted, "Don't! Don't let her get away!"
She ran down the hallway, the men quickly catching up to her.
There was a dead end. Good.
"Quickly! She's going to "
The air turned green and the screeching like crows could be heard.
In her last seconds there, she heard people slam into the wall.
She panted as the screeching came to a halt.
She probably looked like a mess, sweat rolled down her face, hair had come out of her ponytail, her shoulder was bleeding after being slammed into the wall and being impaled by a knife.
Her breaths were rough and she was haggard. Moving slowly she closed the door and very painfully placed a piece of parchment on it.
She should have enough time to draw an array on the rooftop.
She removed the knife and it started bleeding more, now that knife wasn't there to stop the blood. Corra dipped her fingers into the shoulder wound, ready to draw one on the ground.
When she turned, she saw that guy.
"You're not a Teleporter," Phil said.
She blinked.
She was too tired for this.
She walked forward and grabbed his throat.
His eyes widened and he began to struggle.
Corra teleported to the edge of the roof.
She could say mind was in disarray and she wasn't thinking clearly.
Oh, but she was.
This man, Phil. This man should have been dead.
He started clawing at her hands, "Please," He made a choked sound.
He should've been dead.
Why was she the price for his life?
Why was she the price for every person's life?!
Phil started to cough.
"You're right," He wheezed, "I shouldn't be alive...... right now,... you saved me.... saved my magic,"
Why did she say that out loud?!
Why would he say that!?
Why!
Why?
"I don't know.... why you do it,... but you helped those people.... you helped me..... even though.... I......." He coughed, "Please...... I can help... you,"
Corra blinked.
She threw him back to the rooftop.
He started coughing again, "Thank you,"
She pursed her lips, and then sighed.
"Your welcome,"
She moved to pick up the jacket she had discarded earlier.
"You should tend to that wound," Phil said.
"I need it,"
Phil frowned, confused.
Corra started drawing a circle on the ground, wide enough for five people to stand in it. She dipped her fingers in the wound again to draw criss-cross lines in the circle, a complicated pattern of her own invention.
She took out the green orb again, and held it in her palm.
What trouble she went through to get it, it wasn't worth it.
She sighed.
But it was worth the family's lives.
Everyone deserves to live.
Even the most pathetic, the most wretched.
Even those who were shunned by society.
Even her,
Even the Spell Masters.
She looked at Phil, he went through so much today.
"What will you do now?" She asked.
"Anything that keeps me away from her," Phil looked at Corra, really looked at her, "Can I come with you?" He asked quietly.
"No,"
She can't let anyone get hurt like her.
"I don't work well with others,"
Lies.
Phil looked at her dejected, "Ok, I, uh, won't tell her about this, in case you wondered,"
"Thanks,"
"Hm."
Back to not talking, she guessed.
She walked up to him, he took a step back.
Fair enough.
She handed him some spells from a jacket, "Take this, if you're in trouble, or need any help, tear it. I'll find you."
He looked at the parchment, not saying a word.
Corra walked to the centre of her array and gripped the orb.
"I," Phill started, "You're a Spell Master?"
Corra nodded.
"I want to be like you, I train I'll do my hardest, please, let me,"
"I'm not a role model, kid. I'm not a good person, you know that better than anyone else,"
"I know. But you're better than anyone else I've met. Please, I don't have anywhere else to go," Phil pleaded.
Desperate people did desperate things.
"Fine," Corra relented, "Come here,"
Phil walked to the centre of the circle.
"You can leave whenever you want,"
"I won't."
There was a screech and blinding green light, as Corra's array of blood broke the Spell Master's spell and expanded the green orb's power.
When the light dimmed and the array was visible again, the two Spell Masters vanished to an unknown destination.
All that was left was the array.
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