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knight-commander · 2 months

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Reminded myself of an old WIP I had between Daeran and Emery that I think would be fun to share!

3181 words, might cross post to AO3

The Half Measure Tavern was alive and bustling, for the first time since Drezen had fallen years ago. Cheerful merrymaking echoed loud and proud throughout the warm tavern halls. Crusaders and soldiers, mercenaries and healers alike all joined together for a taste of true victory—and true respite, now that the battle was won.

Emery, who all had thought might take the moment for some vainglorious speechmaking, instead sequestered himself away to a dark table in the corner of the tavern where he could keep an eye on the comings and goings of the others. It was quieter there in the corner, out of the public eye and the declarations of loyalty and heroics and all of the other things they liked to say to him since the Crusade started. As the night wore on, he found that those of his squadron must have found themselves wearying of the same, and his table slowly grew with the chairs of his closest companions.

That didn’t mean he was paying much attention to their conversations. Inquiries about his newfound angelic powers were met with one-word answers and terse smiles—occasionally a hmm before the hint was taken and the subject was dropped. He didn’t yet know what to think about them, either, and the easiest course thus far was simply not to think about them at all. He would figure it out in time. He always did. Instead, his mind wandered to the thoughts of the road behind him. The Lost Chapel, for one—and how wretchedly he had been reminded of Ustalav beneath its dark shadows.

How many ghouls had his father made of men? Revenants, or thralls? Blood-craving and flesh-hungering beasts, the lot of them. How many had he, Ilya, his son, indulged? How expensable had he found them when hunting, riding, fighting? He had sworn to Ustalav that he would keep their borders safe from the creatures of the undead by day, while by night he rode among them, a vampire’s son and scion. Sun-spawn, the Moroi courts called him. A mockery of everything a vampire is supposed to be. He had found pride in it, once. Now there was only disgust.

The worst was when the missive came from Karcau. It hadn’t been delivered, of course. It just appeared one day, on the war table in his tent for all to see. He clenched a fist against the cool fabric of his breeches, hidden underneath the table. His father’s elegant scrawl, claiming the very thing that Emery had been hiding for months: the son of the viscount of Karcau, sworn to the nation of Ustalav; the son of Ivan Daskievic. That had been a most sobering conversation to have with Irabeth and Anevia.

“What about our Knight-Commander?” Seelah’s warm voice broke through his reverie, and he blinked. He was not standing in the cold of that camp, nor in the damp of Ustalav. He was back in the Half Measure Tavern, surrounded by his compatriots. Maybe even his friends. “Come on, Emery. Someone like you has to have someone waiting back home.”

Emery looked over, fully having not been listening to their conversation thus far. He awkwardly cupped his hands around his mug; it was warm, cider if he had to guess. After so long, it felt strange to hold something that wasn’t cold, unyielding steel.

“Me?” He asked. “No. I was always a little more, uh, studious, than… worldly.” Emery grimaced at the way he tripped over his own words. In truth, his father had never given him such leave or time for fickle things such as romance—and Emery would have been too afraid to bring anyone back to the estate, anyways. Considering what had become of his mother…

“Pssh,” Seelah scoffed. “You’re the son of a viscount! And not half bad to look at, either. I’m sure you had suitors lined up at your door.”

Emery, trying to hide the shadow that had fallen over his face at the mention of his noblesse, shook his head. He felt his teeth leave divots in his lower lip—Ivan wasn’t even his biological father. That was almost the worst part.

“No, not I. I had never been so lucky.” He doubted that he ever would; a half-living knight, noble kin or otherwise, was hardly the sort of person that anyone had an interest in bedding or wedding.

“Surely there’s a romantic bone in your body somewhere,” Camellia teased. “Unless you are saying that your heavenly ascension is setting you apart from things such?”

“Don’t speak like that, Camellia,” Emery groaned. The thoughts he had been trying to avoid came springing to the surface once more. He had tried not to ponder about what was sitting inside of him. Everything felt crisper, realer, more alive. For something half-dead, it was terrifying. The heavenly halo that spun celestial circles around his head, even more than their stubborn inquiries into his personal life. “I suppose… that I have always had a fondness for roses.”

It was a lie, really, half-thought through but not entirely dishonest. It would be far too easy to attribute it to his staunch faith in Pharasma: her blackened blooms, devoid of thorns, her symbols and a paragon of luck. That was the easy answer. He was afraid if they pressed for too much more, they would find him a boy again, pulling aside a curtain to reveal a dusty portrait of his mother in her prime. Amaryllis; the songstress, the performer, clutching a bouquet of red roses as more were thrown at her feet. It was the only painting he had ever seen where she was smiling. It was the only one that had avoided the destruction of his father’s grief.

“Roses?” Daeran interjected as he took a seat next to Sosiel. It was a less than elegant move, as the cleric had to scoot his chair over to make room for the count. “How traditional. What does Shelyn have to say about that?”

“Much more than you would care to listen to, I’m sure,” Sosiel said, glaring at Daeran as he fixed the position of his chair. “Did you finally break away from the nobility to come and drink with the rest of us?”

“Oh, no,” Daeran said. He wrinkled his nose up at the mere thought. “I’m not here to drink. I’m here for the company, don’t let me interrupt! I’m sure we’re all just dying to know what sets out dear commander’s heart aflutter. That is what we were discussing, yes?”

“Careful,” Emery said. “I might think that you were making a jest of me.”

The words slipped out with ease, but Emery’s mind was elsewhere again. Begging caution, he caught Daeran’s gaze and it was as if he were back in time, days ago. The Sword of Valor draped across his lap as he rode through the courtyard, charging against demons and Abyss-spawn. There had been a moment, then—breathless and fleeting, where he looked down at Daeran, glaive in hand, and they had exchanged…. Something. Words, yes, but something more, something tender that Emery hadn’t yet grappled with—and judging by the curious tilt in Daeran’s lips, it was something he had.

You are the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. And the most exciting.

Careful, now, or else you might just fall in love with me.

“Emery?” Camellia’s voice broke him from his thoughts again. “Is that cider getting to you?”

“What?” He said. “No. Why? What did I miss?”

“Seelah said she was going to get some sleep,” Camellia said, gesturing to their paladin companion who was bumbling her way through the crowd. “Perhaps you should do the same… it isn’t fitting for a noble to be seen out and drunk, much less the commander of our Crusade.”

“Haven’t I earned it?” Emery protested, but it was a hollow sort of laugh that escaped him. He avoided catching Daeran’s gaze again, but he could tell that the aasimar sought it. “Ah… perhaps you are right, and I wasted my chance with the party at Daeran’s estate.”

Sosiel winced. “I don’t know why you thought a drinking competition would…”

“That was the best party I’d been to in years!” Daeran protested. “Or at least the best guests were present. I don’t know. I can hardly remember.” Sosiel only took a moment to process what had been said before he also politely excused himself for the evening.

“And then there were three,” Emery said, raising his mug in farewell to Sosiel. He idly wondered if he remembered more of that party than Daeran did; the wine cart catching fire had been more of a mistake than he had liked to admit. There were other things he had tried to forget there, too. Noble estates never held much luck for Emery, it seemed.

“Two,” Camellia corrected. “I will not be caught dead alone with you two. I have my reputation to worry about. It is as if you cancel each other out.” She picked herself up and left before Emery even had a chance to respond, leaving him blinking dumbly in her wake.

He couldn’t think of anything he could have possibly done to insult her. Save existing. Emery could not help but feel as though there was something orchestrated in their quick retreat—he just could not place whether it was out of a distaste for him or for Daeran. History proved the latter.

“You know…” Daeran began, drawing out the words just long enough to get Emery to look up at him over his mug. “You always look at me like that. It’s maddening. What am I supposed to think?”

“Like what?” Emery asked, raising an eyebrow as he braced for some sort of verbal blow that had to be coming. Foolishly he hoped for something gentler.

Daeran huffed. “I don’t know. Sometimes it’s as if you look any closer at me, you’ll find the center of… whatever I am. Like I’m something dreadfully distasteful or saccharine and sweet, as if you haven’t decided. But then other times it’s as if I’m not here at all, and you’re looking right through me. Which is it? Am I so boring that you can’t pay me more than a few minutes’ attention?” He paused, and sighed, and peered back at Emery beneath his lashes. Emery felt like a mouse trapped underneath a cat’s paw. “No, that can’t be it. It can’t be me. It’s something to do with you.”

“I’m going to try and pretend that this is your attempt to show some concern for me?” Emery asked as he sat upright in his chair. His head started to spin again. He’d barely had any drink and no celestial fire burned in his veins, so it had to be something else making him so giddily lightheaded. “I don’t know what to tell you. I’m always… thinking.”

“Well, you could stop thinking, for one.” Daeran spoke so bluntly that it almost sobered Emery up. Almost. “If I’m not permitted to ‘think’ myself out of this abysmal stinkhole, then neither are you.”

“Right,” Emery said. “I’ll get right on it. Heaven forbid I ignore my advisor’s, erm, advice.”

Daeran quirked an eyebrow. “Calling on Heaven so quickly? You really are an angel.”

“Stop that. Didn’t you call me a self-righteous prig? You should make up your mind.”

Daeran laughed. Emery caught a glimpse of his smile and looked away as he spoke. “Did you really mean what you said about the roses? I thought it a bit bland, even for you.”

Emery’s head was still spinning. Was it Heaven? Or the drinks? Maybe it was Daeran, but that was a notion ill-conceived and ill-entertained. “I did mean it,” he said. “My mother… erm… red roses remind me of her. I left behind a garden of them in Karcau.”

“I see.” Daeran’s tone was almost grave, and if Emery wasn’t so sure he was about to find some snide remark waiting for him, like a thorn nestled into his side, he would have thought that Daeran sounded… considerate. “Do you miss your…? No, I shan’t start with that. You’re hardly sober as it is.” That gentle tone was quickly replaced by his usual airy lightness. “You should take a leaf out of Camellia’s book, commander. This is no good look for you.”

“Being caught out drinking?” Emery set his mug down on the table between them. He shrugged. “It’s a time for celebration. It’s just the once. Twice if we count your little… bash.”

Something strange tugged at the edge of Daeran’s smile. Emery couldn’t place it. “Something like that. Would you indulge me in a walk? The air here is unbearably stuffy and rife with the stench of… well, self-righteous prigs.”

Emery resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “As you wish.” He braced his hands on the table and stood, but the spinning had lessened. “Any particular reason? Just to goad?”

“Are you hoping for something more?” Daeran turned to meet his side-eyed glance. “I’m the most honest man you’ll meet, Emery. Like I said, I came for the company.” A few seconds of silence lingered between them.

“Let me walk with you back to the doors of the Citadel. It would be unfitting if you were just staggering about the street—if amusing to watch. How’s that tremor of yours, by the way?”

“You’d know,” Emery said. The gnawing hunger had lessened as of late. Partially due to Daeran’s assistance, he was sure, but he would never admit it. Partially, he imagined, due to whatever holy blessing had fallen upon him during the siege on Drezen. “You know, I really should be asking you where you got that.”

“A gentleman never tells,” Daeran said as he stood to join him. He gestured for Emery to lead the way in weaving through the crowd to the door.

A task, Emery soon realized, was easier said than done. It didn’t matter if the searching eyes of the patrons caught his gaze or not; he was stopped no less than a dozen times, hands clasped in his as he was showered with thanks, or praise, or the rancourious laughter of a soldier that their next battle would go just as well. Cheers and toasts in his name and honor, pats on his back and overly friendly shoves—he endured them all before he was finally able to stumble out the front doors of the tavern. Daeran, smiling less than patiently at his back, emerged unscathed.

“Wasn’t that bracing?” Daeran asked as Emery shivered in the fresh winter chill. “I almost feel like a real crusader now. Don’t go too far ahead of me, Emery, I need to bask in your holy light.”

“Daeran!” Emery protested, turning to face him. His tone was a little bit sharper than he intended, and he was met with a raised brow. When he next spoke, his words were softened. “I didn’t ask for any of this, you know.”

Rather than answering, Daeran began to walk, gesturing lazily with his hand for Emery to join him. Emery, who did not think to question it for even a moment, joined him in step.

They walked in silence for several minutes, braced against the cold wind that somehow broke through the high walls of Drezen. The streets were quieter now than they had been earlier, with many of the celebrations having been taken inside of the tavern or the homes that lined the streets. Emery could still hear cheers and shouts ringing through the air, and occasionally a few drunk merrymakers staggered past them.

Emery tried to keep his eyes on the road in front of him. Celebration and merrymaking didn’t come easy to him—and how could it? He still remembered the paved stones soaked in blood, demons and crusaders alike. It was his blade that had led them all, and heralded them to their deaths. His fists clenched at his sides, so tight he could feel his nails digging into the skin of his palm. It was different from Ustalav, certainly, but he felt no less bloodied and guilty for it.

“You’re doing it again,” Daeran said. Emery blinked, looking away from the road to look at him instead. “Thinking yourself back into your own lovely little world. Would you do me a favor and take me next time, at least?”

Emery tilted his head, trying to measure Daeran up against his own words. It wasn’t his first attempt, and he imagined it wouldn’t be the last. “Are you trying to ask what I’m thinking about?”

“I only care if it’s about me,” Daeran said. Emery laughed despite himself. Between the curve of his lips and the half-lidded gaze, Emery found something expectant in Daeran’s face. He was waiting for something, and when Emery caught the full golden glow of his eyes, it was almost suffocating in its intensity.

“I meant what I said, you know,” Daeran said before Emery had the chance to puzzle out what the wanting was. Together they walked, although now it was Daeran whose eyes were upon the road. Emery trusted him to lead without putting much thought in it at all. His eyes were on Daeran. “When I had said there was nowhere else I would rather be.”

“I thought that you hated being a crusader,” Emery said, and he chuckled at the grimace that crossed Daeran’s face. “The dust of the roads, the fights, the demon guts… No baths,” he teased.

“Oh, stop,” Daeran cut in seriously. “I’d kill for a real bath. I don’t know how many more rivers I can stand to grace with my presence.”

“Well,” Emery tilted his head, “you should have a chance here now in Drezen. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, right?”

Daeran whipped around to face him, the smile slipping from his face. “Don’t… misunderstand me. Not intentionally. You’re cleverer than that. That wasn’t what I meant. Now, come along. I won’t be accused of keeping our commander out so sinfully late.”

Emery had to pick up his pace as Daeran set off again; his legs might have been longer, but Daeran was still taller. It was a short distance from the streets where they were walking to the lower stairway of the citadel, and it was there that they would part ways; Emery to go up to sleep and Daeran to… go wherever it was that Daeran went when he wasn’t actively causing trouble.

Emery took a few uncertain steps up the stairs before turning back to look at Daeran. “Ask me again next time. Whatever it is I’m thinking about, I’ll tell you.”

“Commander Emery,” Daeran chuckled, resting his weight on the edge of the bannister. He crossed his arms over his chest. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were trying to open yourself up to me.”

Emery was grateful that he had, at least, the cider and the cold winds upon which to blame the flush on his cheeks. “Maybe I am.”

“Careful now,” Daeran said. “Or you just might fall in love with me. Good night, Emery.”

#I still think this is cute. sorry #cas writes #oc: emery #pwotr pals #pwotr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #daeran arendae #pathfinder #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous

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blazevillains · 1 year

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Listen grian nobody touches my bush.You’re done. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

damn xisuma bone mage arc gone too far 😟

#WOE!!!!!!!! FIE TO THEE!!!!!!

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kovacs-of-courage · 11 months

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Crimson Snow

This is a short blurb I wrote for Warriors a while ago, I wanted to write something with the quote below, and involving Warriors at the beginning of his adventure.

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They underestimate you at their own peril

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Valor hit the ground tumbling, bitter snow running through the tears in his tattered tunic. The cries of his knights over the ridge took his concern, even as the wizzrobe’s spell tried it’s damnedest to poke and prod at every one of his body's nerves. It was amazing, really, how much faith Impa had in him, especially now- as he lay half dead, in a frozen ditch.

Valor shambled to get to his feet, his teeth chattering, the frigid air biting at his exposed skin. Winter had set in over Hyrule, yet the campaign’s march hadn’t slowed. It was his first winter on campaign, and his first campaign in command, two red-flags for the price of one. Valor hurriedly sifted through the snow for his sword, his hands having gone numb. There was a panic bubbling in his gut, the type of fear that threw away thought and reason entirely. His men needed him, his men needed a hero, and he was failing them.

Each second that passed felt like an eternity, another moment for more blood to be spilled on his hands. When he finally grabbed ahold of his sword, there was no sense of relief, only the mad sprint to the battlefield. Valor was green in more ways than just his choice of clothes, and all of his men knew it. He was proving it to himself now, breathlessly sprinting through the frozen forest. He’d been promoted to officer from recruit-in-training after his actions during the attack on Hyrule Castle, an unprecedented move by Impa. Valor knew she expected great things of him, the stuff of legend.

He struggled to share her unflappability.

Valor caught up to his column, entrenched in fierce combat with the monsters that’d ambushed them. He caught the eyes of more than a few of his knights, and it wasn’t hard to tell why. The veneer of his carefully curated appearance had been broken completely. He looked like hell, like he’d just been thrown head first into a bokoblin camp, and then spat back out into a lizardos den.

Valor ignored their stares, like he ignored the lingering pain firing through his side. He had to appear strong, to be the person that his men needed him to be. The panic from earlier had calmed, now that he was in the eye of the storm. It took a moment for him to find his second in command, the lines of battle were so spread out.

The soldier in question, his first sergeant, upon seeing Valor--had reacted somewhere in between the lines of surprised that he was alive, and relieved that their leader wasn’t going to be knocked off the census.

“S-Sir, I’m glad to see you’re alive! We almost thought you were a goner” The knight stammered.

Valor put on a smile, confident.

“Have a little more faith, Ians. If I’m going to die, it’s going to be on my feet.” Valor said.

“Of course sir,” first sergeant Ians replied.

“What’s been going on since I was gone? Valor asked.

Ians took a pregnant pause, seemingly doing a once over of his platoon, who had taken the grim task of protecting their wounded.

“It’s not looking good, sir. Third and fourth platoons were cut off from the rest of us almost immediately. First has been protecting our wounded here, and the second platoon is having a hell of a time trying to free those trapped. That wizzrobe is making it damn near impossible. ” Ian said.

Valor turned to the east, where the second platoon was fighting, and where the cackling laugh of the wizzrobe echoed from.

“I want you to keep first on lockdown here, the wounded are your priority. I’m going to help second platoon.” Valor said.

“With all due respect sir, you’re going to get eaten alive in the condition that you’re in.”

It was a valid concern, Valor didn’t fault his officer for bringing it up. He had limits like any other person, with boundaries he physically couldn’t cross, or so he told himself. The role of a hero required him to be more than he was now, he had to be an icon of victory, not a mortal stuck on the reins of their own limitations.

He would be who his country needed him to be, and right now, they needed a Warrior.

Valor didn’t look back to Ians, his vision set on the coming conflict.

“We all make our own fates, sergeant.”

Of his victory, he had no question.

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offsidekineticist · 8 months

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Since it's taking me a little longer than usual to finish the next chapter (I say as if the last 2 weeks have been at all usual as far as my writing pace goes), here's a deleted scene of Giliys trying to talk his way past a Reclamation checkpoint. It goes so well I had to completely scrap it and come up with a totally different plan for how he gets into Rivad.

Cw: references to slavery, torture, systemic corruption, etc.

You’ll never get anywhere near the citadel unless you can pass yourself off as someone who is supposed to be here. Trying to pass yourself off as a soldier would require a uniform–a set of the “glorious” tabards they can somehow afford to equip each of their soldiers with. But you’re a halfling. Nobody would believe that you’re a soldier anyway, even “enlightened” as Westcrown’s liberators may be. A recently freed slave, though, serving the Brave and Good soldiers that had emancipated the city? They would believe that easily–it was a common enough story in the weeks since the Reclamation took Westcrown. And the costume for that role is far simpler–a threadbare shirt, patched pants, no shoes.

There’s only one problem: paladins can sense evil. And cheerful emancipated halflings eager to serve the Reclamation aren’t evil. There are ways of masking your nature, but you don’t have access to any of them.

(Qweck had been real annoying about it, too. “The children of Irori learn to face their imperfections,” she said, having managed to reinforce the stick up her ass enough that she was back on her ‘wise student of perfection’ bullshit. “Masking imperfections creates an obstacle to removing them. We have no use for such spells”)

So you’re just going to have to hope that you either miraculously avoid any paladins, or you’re able to bluff your way through. The thing with bluffing? You’re awful at it. Thay used to say you’re genuinely the worst liar he’s ever met, and coming from a guy who plays with five year olds all day, that’s saying something. You’ve never let that stop you–if a person is desperate enough, they’ll believe anyone who says they have an answer, and if a person is racist enough, they’ll just assume you’re too stupid to lie. You’re just not sure that you’ll find a paladin racist or desperate enough to fall for your bullshit.

“Halt! State your business!” calls out the leader of a patrol. A leader you can tell, from the holy symbol on his shield, is a paladin of Iomedae.

“I’m Gil! I’m a tinker, peddler, cobbler, and whatever else you need, bringing my goods from the city, sir,” you say with a forced cheerful grin. “Can’t be fighting the forces of hell on an empty stomach, or with ‘holey’ shoes–ha! Get it? ‘hole-y?’”

“Papers?” the paladin asks, apparently unamused by the pun (which honestly wins him some respect in your eyes–it’s such a stupid pun). You don’t hide your worry at this.

“Papers? Nobody said anything about papers, sir! I was just sitting in the city with my cart of goods and sweet little Vrakky here, and I was thinking to myself ‘you know who probably needs their pots mended and their shoes cobbled and a sweet pastry? The poor knights that’ve been stationed within spitting distance of the city but have been too busy out here, making those Thrune bastards shake in their boots!’ So I came out here!”

It’s not working. You see the paladin study you, and his hand slips to rest near the hilt of his blade. Shit.

"The goddess grants her faithful the ability to sense the wicked. I can sense the darkness in you, evildoer."

You drop the cheerful act. "Oh, well, good for you. The mighty and wise paladin of Iomedae has determined the ex-whipping boy is a little bitter about his past! Someone spends their childhood being told they exist to be tortured for someone else's satisfaction, and they’re the evil one for wanting to crucify them in the town square?"

The paladin glares at you. "Public humiliation and torture are generally considered–"

"Oh, but the slavers are fine! Sure, you freed the slaves now, but where were you for the last 900 fuckin years? You know we were slaves before Thrune showed up, right? You had 900 fucking years, and you did jackshit. You let those dogs split up families in front of your temples because they paid their tithes when they showed up to worship–but, sure, I'm the evil one for wanting every fucking thing they ever done to us to be done to them. For wanting you assholes to pay back to us every cent they paid you to decide they were the good ones."

"Now, hold on–"

"No, you hold on!" You exclaim, on a roll. "I hate you, I hate your church, and I hate your fuckin self-righteous bitch goddess and you assholes who started a fucking war that kills people over a rusty-ass fucking sword, but you know what? I still gotta eat. So do ya want your shoes mended or not?"

#oc: giliys #for all his faults #giliys is a very genuine person #and is very bad at pretending to be something he's not #pathfinder wotr #pwotr pals #deleted scene #giliys traumadumping on strangers

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waspcup · 1 year

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reagent

well guess what. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

#hi baze #wasp answers #ask game

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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Sword for Hire Chapter 2

Bronn x reader

Word Count: 1078

Summary: A fight in the woods and a new face

The sound of clanking armor set your teeth on edge. These men were better prepared for a fight than you, certainly; their plate would go far to protect them from any attack you might level on them, especially since you were still lying on the ground. Your hand tightened on your sword. Beside you, Pig the workhorse-turned-warhorse nickered softly in displeasure.

“Ssh, boy,” you muttered, eyes not leaving the leader that was still eyeing you up.

Honestly, you were impressed the soldiers even managed to find your camp. It was small, but then again the dying fire still would have been quite noticeable in the late evening light. Encounters like this were the hazard of being a woman who chose to traveled alone.

Behind the leader, there was still idle, jeering chatter coming from the accompanying soldiers.

At their suspicious yet still lustful gazes, you slid to your feet. You made a show of keeping a grip on your sword, but at the same time you kept the tip on the ground, using it like a walking stick to stand. Slowly, you kicked some dirt on the fire, smothering it. In the process, you buried the rabbit you hadn’t had the chance to finish eating; living through this likely fight took precedence though.

The horses the men were leading by the reins shuffled in discomfort, as if they could feel the rising tension between the humans they had to accompany.

“What’s a lady like you doing all the way out here?” another man asked. Much like the first, his accent was distinctly Southern. You spotted the lion crest on the shields that hung from the horses’ saddles.

“All alone?” came a third’s voice.

“I’m not a lady,” you informed them calmly. “I’m just a poor tavern girl passing through on my way to the next town. Work’s a bit hard to come by, you know.”

You could see the fourth man’s eyes track from the sword in your hand--now held still downwards, but no longer brushing the forest floor--to the large, black horse that was staring at them hatefully from your side. “How did a poor tavern girl afford a sword like that? Doesn’t look like cheap steel.”

“And why do you have a sword at all?”

“It was my father’s,” you lied easily. “He was a blacksmith; made it for himself. Bastard got himself killed the first time he used it. I thought it’d be useful in case I ran into someone unsavory on the road.”

“And you’re looking to repeat history?” One prodded, an ugly leer still on his face.

You felt your nostrils flare in irritation. “I think I’ve learned how to handle myself.” You should bite your tongue to keep it from wagging. You should really stop talking. You should-- “At least better than you cunts can.” Shit.

The sounds of metal sliding filled the air as the men all pulled their swords on you.

“Lads,” the leader spoke like it was a religious proclamation, “seems to me like this lass needs to learn some respect.”

You raised your blade fully. “Good fucking luck.”

The next several minutes were an unfortunately difficult fight for your life because the Lannisters had this annoying habit of making sure their armies were as effective as possible. By the end of it, you had at least one cut on your legs and your nose was gushing blood down your face.

They were lying dead all around you.

You tipped your head back, sword held limply at your side as you panted into the evening air.

Clapping sounded from behind you like you were a knight that just won some tourney.

You whipped around, sword held aloft once more as you readied for another fight with whatever soldier you hadn’t seen in all the chaos.

“Easy, sweetheart,” a man said.

He wasn’t one of the Lannisters, that much was obvious the second you laid eyes on him. Unlike the elaborate plate armor of the soldiers around you, he wore black leather that seemed to bring out the bright blue color of his eyes in the dwindling light. His sword (and at least one knife that you could see) was still strapped to his waist rather than in his hand. Oddly, he seemed to have no horse or supplies.

“I’d have stepped in, but--”

“Who are you?” you demanded.

“Bronn,” he answered easily, not moving from his place leaning against a tree. “Before you ask, I was after these cunts. They pinched my shit while I was drunk a few nights ago, and I wanted it back.”

You snorted in amusement and let your sword arm fall once more. “Maybe you should be more careful.”

“Ah, but then I’d have never run into you.” His eyes trailed down your form, eyebrows raising in apparent appreciation which reminded you unfortunately of the dead men around you.

“I’m not a whore.” Not anymore, at least.

“Don’t have to be a whore to enjoy a good time,” he said conversationally. “Do us a favor and duck, would ya?”

“What--” you started to ask before really registering what he’d said. Then, you dropped to one knee as quickly as you could. And, yeah okay, maybe you understood his want for a ‘good time’ with you after watching him casually pull another, previously unseen knife and throwing it directly into the neck of a soldier that seemingly hadn’t been as dead as you thought.

He looked at you expectantly after the face. “Why do you say?” he asked, offering his hand to help you up.

A surprised laugh bubbled up uncontrollably from your throat. You accepted his help. The blood on your face was drying and starting to itch. “Bronn, was it?” you asked by way of answer.

“The one and only.” He gave a sarcastic little bow.

You replied with your own name. “I’m afraid I need a wash before I even think about taking you up on your generous offer.”

A scoff left his lips as he yanked his knife out of the soldier’s neck. “A real man doesn’t mind a bit of grime.” He eyed the cut in your thigh. “But we should probably patch that sooner rather than later so you don’t pass out on me. And there just so happens to be a river about a mile that way.”

“We?” you teased.

“Ya haven’t turned me down yet, so like fuck am I letting a woman like you get away.”

#bronn x reader #bronn of the blackwater x reader #bronn of the blackwater imagine #bronn imagine #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #reader insert

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eldritchfaggot · 1 year

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heyyyyy ^_^ Listen grian nobody touches my bush.You’re done. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

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the-arcade-doctor · 1 year

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NOW PLAYING: HERMITGANG

Docm77: Listen Grian Nobody touches my bush You're done

Docm77: It all started when Grian touched my redstone He played himself like a xylophone set on automatic Doc Monster is a savage, with technical skills And crazy vocal acrobatics I’m a legend of the NHO, with Etho, Beef and Double O (Mmmhhhmmmm) DocMC is coming for you sevenfold Got Rendog and other firemen To douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan Iskall can try again

Welsknight: Yo, you think I'm in hiding, I'm just biding my time Putting pen to paper, coming up with rhymes We’re the star-studded group that got together just to crush you Once we start something you know we're gonna see it through I'm the knight, the soldier who brings the fight at first light Y'all had to incite, so now I gotta indict You're guilty of getting murdered with words Y'all are out-gunned, go home nerds

Xisumavoid: Wohoo

Rendog: Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang

FalseSymmetry: If you think you can stop the symmetry, that's false G Team is dialing for help, but I'm ignoring their calls And when their bodies dissolve, you’ll know that False’s on a killing spree Try to stop my PVP and perish painfully I'm the queen of hearts, heads and body parts Your diamond armor can’t compare to my martial arts I'll send a poison dart, to make you breathe your final breath G Team's name will be the only thing left Xisumavoid: yeah

ImpulseSV: Caffeinated, animated, redstone innovator My behavior's crazy, can’t phase me, impulse is never lazy (Uh) Tango, why would you betray me (what), now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that I be taming (What) Without a sound, without no hesitation, my creations are amazing Better watch your step or the G Team will end up blazing Who's the better team? There is no controversy But before it's said and done you'll be begging us for mercy

Xisumavoid: alright Rendog &

FalseSymmetry: Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang

Xisumavoid: X gone give it to ya, I'm gone give it to ya X gone give it to ya, WHAT Lyrical boxing, dropping blows on all my foes And the G Team they're looking unclean needing some sunscreen Getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds It's absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger, danger I got lasers to cut 'em up like razors It's flexin' season and I got flavor Their weak defenses like trenches and fences That these dense heads are presenting They're presenting them alright, they're not very good I could walk over that, I could jump over that I could use an ender pearl I could use my elytra Come on G Team, jeez

Docm77: Yo, I don't know what to say Um, let me think

All: Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang Hermit Gang, Hermit Gang

Rendog: Now I'm back, got some things I wanna say (Yeah) Whats the letter that starts the alphabet, Ay Ladies gotta get in line, the diggity's be on the way (Kiff) Cleo dont know who she freaking with (Ooh) All the signs say to notify her next of kin This diggity dog be dropping bombs, nothing but hits (Ay) Spit that rhyme again (brrr), 'cause the message is I can mumble rap and still be the best there is (Woo-ah)

Mumbo Jumbo: Oh you wanted me to do a verse? I'll have to check with G Team- I mean uh, I'd have to, I'll have to check with my schedule And see if I can...see if I'm able to do that sort of thing I'm a busy guy... I'd have to do a verse, You know. BANANAS. You know, I'd have to do a verse. BANANAS. BANANAS. BANANAS. BANANAS. I just don't know if its a good idea for me to be part of this song...

[ J:\\ THAT'S A WHOLE LOTTA WORDS. ]

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strawberry-seed28 · 2 years

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Hi! So I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted actual writing & not just me rambling. The reason for this is that I’ve been going through some serious writers block recently which has been veryyyyy difficult to overcome. I will hopefully post more soon, but it’s not 100% rn. :[

I also wanna quickly credit my irl bestie Soldier Blade who was basically my beta for this. I couldn’t have done it without you :]

Based off of this prompt

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Fledgling Part 1

Drahoslava. The almighty dragon who ruled the great mountains of Rosewood, who was said to either protect those who entered her domain, or to destroy them when they entered. The legend that had caused many to steer clear of the towering peaks she called home. That was how she liked it; the lands untainted by humans, inhabited instead by the mystical creatures of the woodlands & wild plants that bloomed with more colour than one can imagine. This unnerved humans, the unknown of what was beyond the peaks. So they built walls to shield themselves from the mythical, to keep themselves safe. Nobody went past the borders, nor did anybody go inside.

So you can imagine her surprise when she sensed two humans in her lair, an adult knight & an infant.

She narrowed her sharp, amethyst eyes from behind the spiny stalagmites as they limped inside, a small trail of blood following the knight's staggering steps. The knight carried a ragged bundle close to his armoured chest, likely where the infant was. As silent as the night itself, she approached from behind, the shadows blending with her raven-coloured scales. The human paused, looking around for the threat before spotting her in the shadows.

Without a second to waste, she emerged from her cover, her large stature towering over his. She could see him tense, his body ever so slightly shaking from fear as he stood his ground. Draho was proud to see that she was still as terrifying as she’d been during her younger years, with her midnight colored horns & scales that sent fear into the most brave souls.

“Do you have no self preservation, human? You know what they say happens to idiotic little knights who attempt to challenge me.” She sneered, looking down at him from the pile of rocks she stood on. He swallowed audibly, his grip on the bundle tightening ever so slightly. She smiled sinisterly, her senses prepared for the fight that would likely come. Draho stepped forward, ready for whatever plan this knight ha-

“Please take care of her.” He pleaded, desperation & hope evident in his voice. She stepped back, startled by the outburst. “T-this is the safest place she can go. I do not want her to end up like the others..” He rasped, gently bringing the child forward. She looked past the cloth, & there was the infant's face. She had warm, copper skin that was slightly flushed at the cheeks & eyes, as if to indicate she had been crying. Though, she slept peacefully in his arms, completely unbothered. Draho studied the child, her amethyst eyes narrowed in thought. Drahoslava had expected a battle, not begging to take care of an infant.

“I’m not sure I understand…” She muttered, not wanting to wake the baby. Her gaze moved to the knight, who held her with care & gentleness she previously saw unfit for humans. He looked up at her, large teary blue eyes shining with hope & begging. Draho surveyed him, noticing the wound that was continuing to bleed sluggishly, the exhaustion that fought to knock him over, his unkempt russet hair that was messily tied back out of his eyes. Overall, all she could feel sympathy replacing the previous malice that she was used to. The knight cleared his throat, snapping the dragon out of her musings.

“I- The kingdom of Jacaranda was invaded by King Lucius. He ordered his guards to kill all the members of the royal family, including her…” His voice cracked as he said this, small tears beginning to cascade down his pale face. “I was ordered to kill her, &-& I couldn’t do it. She’s barely seen what the world has to offer, & I just- I don’t want to take away a life that's too young to even speak, let alone be a threat.” Draho felt her heart drop at the notion, but before she could speak, he continued. “I doubt I will last much longer, so I beg that you take her, or else she will di-”

“What's her name?” She interjected, looking back at the infant. His gaze dropped down to the bundle in his arms.

“Serenity.” He responded, a small smile creeping onto his face. A smile that showed nothing but adoration & care. A smile with love that Draho recognized when her young had hatched all those years ago. The dragon sighed softly, dreading the reaction that would come of her decision. She knew it was slightly cruel, but she had no choice.

“What is your name? I cannot keep calling you “The knight” now can I?” She joked humorlessly, feeling guilt seep into her mind. The knight seemed surprised by the question, yet straightened subconsciously as he introduced himself.

“I am Sir Nathan Del, though I would prefer you called me Nathan.” He chuckled nervously, hestitance replacing the fondness he had earlier. Draho looked at him with eyes full of pity. She didn’t like what she was about to say, but it had to be done. Sucking in a breath, she began to speak.

“Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Nathan, but I’m afraid I cannot take care of Serenity,” she paused, pointedly ignoring how his face fell with anguish. She would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the slightest bit of satisfaction from that. Old grudges are hard to get rid of, she supposed. “I have already fostered many fledglings of my own. My time as a mother is over, & for that I am truly sorry.” She concluded. Nathan didn’t respond, only stood there, face pale from fear & disappointment.

“I- Miss Drahoslava- Serenity has nowhere else to go! I will be unable to make the trek back down & even if I do then I won’t be able to outrun the guards &-” He continued to ramble, his breath breaking into short gasps. Draho felt bile rise in her throat as she watched him hyperventilate, his legs becoming noticeably more & more unsteady until they fell beneath him.

Without missing a beat, Draho scooped he & Serenity up into her arms before they had landed on the stone floors of her home. She felt something warm & sticky drip onto her limbs, & the sharp metallic smell of blood permeated around the cavern. Turning him over, she saw the previously sluggish wound was now bleeding rapidly. Without thinking, she manoeuvred them to a secure position on her back.Though it was rather uncomfortable, she ventured into the heart of the mountain with her newest companions.

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If y’all like this I can make it a series, which goes true to my other fics lol.

Without further ado, have a great day/night! :D

#my writing #kinda g/t?#minigiantess #she’s technically like- 15-30 ft tall when human so it’s allowed I think #Dragons #Writing #creative writing #fantasy writing #fantasy #knights #Oc: Drahoslava #Or: Nathan #Oc: Serenity #This is probably the most tags I’ve put on my posts holy heck-#mini giant #Fledglings

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 2 years

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I’m supposed to be writing sanduo angst instead I’m it all started when Grian touched my redstone he played himself like a xylophone set on automatic, doc Monster is a savage, with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the NHO, with etho, beef and double O DocMC is coming for you sevenfold got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan, iskall can try again You think I'm in hiding, I'm just biding my time Putting pen to paper, coming up with rhymes We're the star-studded group that got together just to crush you Once we start something you know we're gonna see it through I'm the knight, the Soldier who brings the fight at first light Y'all had to incite, so now I gotta indict You're guilty of getting murdered with words Y'all are out-gunned, go home nerds Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang if you think you can stop the symmetry, that's false g team is dialing for help, but im ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve, you'll know that falseys on a killing spree try to stop my pvp and perish painfully im the queen of hearts, heads and body parts your diamond armor can't compare to my martial arts ill send a poison dart to make you breathe your final breath g team's name will be the only thing left Caffeinated, animated, redstone innovator My behavior's crazy, can't phase me, impulse is never lazy Tango, why would you betray me, now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that I be taming Without a sound, without no hesitation, my creations are amazing Better watch your step or the G Team will end up blazing Who's the better team, there is no controversy But before it's said and done you'll be begging us for mercy Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang X gone give it to ya, Im gone give it to ya X gone give it to ya, WHAT Lyrical boxing, dropping blows on all my foes And the G Team theyre looking unclean needing some sunscreen Getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds Its absurd how my rhymes got them injured DANGER DANGER I got lasers to cut em up like razors Its flexin season and I got flavor Their weak defenses like trenches and fences That these dense heads are presenting They're presenting them alright, they're not very good I could walk over that, I could jump over that, I could use an ender pearl I could use my elytra Come on G Team, jeeze. Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Now im back, got some things I wanna say Whats the letter that starts the alphabet, Ay Ladies gotta get in line, the diggity's be on the way Cleo dont know who shes freaking with All the signs say to notify her next of kin This diggity dog be dropping bombs, nothing but hits Spit that rhyme again again, cause the message is I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Hermit Gang Oh you wanted me to do a verse? I'll have to check with G Team- I mean uh, I'd have to, I'll have to check with my schedule And see if I can...see if I'm able to do that sort of thing I'm a busy guy... I'd have to do a verse. You know. BANANAS. You know. I'd have to do a verse. BANANAS. BANANAS BANANAS. BANANAS. I just don't know if its a good idea for me to be part of this song really...

#areus rambles #long post

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levis-hazelnut · 3 years

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Hello, can I request one where Levi's fem s/o is getting threatened by some scouts who think she becomes a squad leader only because she is Levi's girlfriend? The reader refuses to talk about it to Levi but he gets suspicious of her behaviour. One day he sees her coming to their room hurt. When he asks her to tell him what happened the reader tries to lie but Levi doesn't believe her and she with some hesitation tells him the truth. Thank you so much, I love your works❤️

(a/n: tysm for the request and kind words, love! i hope you like it <3 also, sorry that i took so long to write it)

Levi x Reader Let Me Be There For You

Salty moisture fell from your eyes when the door to your office closed behind you with the click of the lock. This was something you wouldn’t allow anyone to see because one: that would mean those that caused your tears would know that their words do affect you. And two: you don’t want to seem weak and vulnerable, especially not in front of your boyfriend.

Their words echoed in your ears, etching themselves into your brain to be trapped there.

“If I sleep with him, will I become a squad leader?”

“She doesn’t even deserve to be one. She’s one of the weakest.”

“I bet she’s only with him so she can be a squad leader.”

“She acts like she’s everything just because she’s dating the Corporal. I doubt she even loves him.”

Every sentence, word, letter caused a piece of your heart to crack and fall apart. And it would only happen in the safety of your office, where no one could say anything to you, or witness your breakdowns.

How could they say you don’t love him?

He’s the reason you work so hard. So you can live as long as he will. So he’s proud of you. So you can prove that he has nothing to worry about when out on expeditions or any other missions.

There have been times when you wanted to break up with him. Not because you don’t love him, but because you just wanted all these people to leave you alone. However, you won’t break up with him because that would mean those people will get what they want. And you don’t want to part from him for something irrelevant and petty. Especially when he cares so much about you that it would definitely hurt him if you broke up with him.

After calming yourself down, you rid your cheeks of your tears and made a start on your work. Paperwork was one of the only ways to distract yourself. It was almost like your comfort. Because nothing can happen to you while your pen scratches against the paper and your mind is only focused on the words before you. And with your door locked, no one can burst into the office.

“(Y/N),” the familiar voice of your lover called softly from the other side of the door, knocking quietly. “Unlock the door.”

“I want to be alone right now,” you replied.

“(Y/N), let me in. Let me help you.”

“There’s nothing to help me with.”

“Then, let me listen to you. I’ll try to do whatever I can to make sure that you aren’t upset anymore.”

“What makes you think I was crying?”

“... I didn’t say that. But now, I do know that you were crying... Did... did I do something to make you upset?”

“No, no. No, you didn’t, Levi. Don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong, my love.”

“Open the door, please.”

After some consideration, you huffed and stood up to open the door for your boyfriend as you stood there, keeping your gaze away from him. His eyes immediately ran over your face, noticing the puffiness and slight tinge of red around your eyes. An expression of concern scribbled itself over his visage before he took hold of your forearm and stepped further into your office, shutting the door. He led you to the sofa in your office, sitting you down and crouching in front of you.

“What happened?” he inquired, in a tone so gentle and caring that made your heart melt.

“Nothing...”

“Tch. Tell me what happened. Who made you cry? Just... tell me who hurt you. You know I never like to see you upset. So, tell me who did this and I’ll kick their asses.”

“And you know I would tell you if there’s something wrong, and I’d let you kick their ass. But you don’t need to,” you smiled, but the raven saw right through that fake-ass smile. He wanted to see your sweet, genuine smile spread across your soft lips.

Cupping your cheeks, he spoke up, “Don’t give this bullshit. Don’t force a smile. All I want is to help, or do whatever I can.”

“You aren’t my knight in shining armour,” you scoffed. “I’m a soldier, I can fight my own fights.”

“I know that. It’s just that I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“Levi, I’m fine, okay? Let me finish off my paperwork.”

“... Fine,” he sighed, standing from his crouching position as you got up and went back to your desk. “If you’re going to spend a long time doing paperwork, do you want me to bring your dinner?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go down and get it myself. Thank you, baby.”

“Don’t work yourself too hard.”

“Same goes to you,” you told him as he left your office.

After a couple of hours, the paperwork was done and it was just in time for dinner. Though, before you went to the mess hall, you had to drop it off to Erwin, so you quickly made your way there, hoping that you wouldn’t bump into anyone.

Your fists hit the wood twice before you heard a ‘come in’, so you opened the door and offered a small smile to your Commander, but he could tell that something was wrong as you were placing the pile of papers onto his desk.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he said as you gave a mere nod and turned around to leave. “Wait, before you go... Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“You just seem off.”

“Nope, I’m fine. Anyway, I’m hungry, so I’m going to go eat. What about you?”

“I’ll come in a bit.”

With an ‘okay’, you left his office, shutting the door behind you and making your way to the mess hall. Relief washed over you when there was no one around to say insulting words. And once you got to the mess hall, there was nothing to worry about because Levi and your friends were there, so no one would dare to say anything to you.

When you took a seat, you felt a few pairs of eyes on you, however, you ignored them since if you looked up, you knew they would be able to see that something was wrong. And you didn’t want to burden them with your problems. Which is another one of the reasons you refuse to tell your boyfriend.

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You wished that the reason you woke up was because of the soft kisses pressed to your head and the soothing hand that drifted over your tresses. But it wasn’t because of that. It was because of an unpleasant dream. The same people, saying the same rude things, accusing you of false things, mentally destroying you.

But, once you lifted your head off of Levi’s chest, (E/C) met grey that swirled with love and affection and care.

“Good morning,” you hummed, earning a mutter of the same words from him while he pecked your forehead.

Normally, he would get out of bed straight away, but now, he was simply gazing at you, admiring you as you laid your head back onto his chest, closing your eyes for a few more moments. Soon, his gaze felt less loving and it felt like he was just staring at you to analyse your behaviour since you wouldn’t tell him what’s wrong.

Finally, after about five minutes, he let out a defeated huff. “... I can’t believe I can’t figure out what’s wrong,” he mumbled.

“Maybe because there isn’t?” you retorted. “Stop looking at me like that. I’d rather start my day with something nice, rather than being scrutinised.”

“And you would be able to have that if you just told me.”

“Tell you what?”

“... I hate you,” he sighed before leaving the warmth of your shared bed, stretching his limbs.

“Love you, too,” you teased, deciding to stay in bed for longer because you weren’t ready to leave the comfort and go outside, where people would terrorise you.

Once Levi had changed into his uniform, he had told you to get out of bed prior to leaving the room. That’s when you begrudgingly slithered out from under the covers and into the chilly air, freshening up and chucking on a fresh uniform.

When you arrived at the door of the room, your fingers lingered on the knob when you hesitated to leave the room.

You couldn’t stay strong forever. Something just felt off today, and you felt like it would be a terrible idea if you exposed yourself to the outside. Maybe it would be better if you just stayed inside and asked Levi to get you breakfast.

It was almost certain that you would break down if someone said anything. Only one thing would break you. You had that feeling. And that would mean Levi, and your friends, knowing that you aren’t as strong as they think.

But it would also have pros, right? Like if they found out, they would help you and try to prevent it from continuing.

But you didn’t want to push your problems onto other people. You wanted to deal with this yourself. Though, it’s probably inevitable since you doubt you will be able to carry on staying strong for much longer.

Without your permission, tears fell from your eyes and sobs racked your body.

What did you do to deserve this? All you want is to love Levi without anyone getting in the way.

Your legs gave out and you dropped to your knees, hiding your face in your hands as liquid seeped through your fingers and dropped with a patter.

Unbeknownst to you, Levi had been waiting for you outside the room. So, that meant he heard you crying.

The door quietly opened and he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself and locking it. He kneeled down in front of you, deciding not to question your tears, and instead, give you comfort by gently tugging you into his arms. You rested your head on his shoulder as he soothingly hushed you, stroking your back and pressing small pecks all over your head.

You didn’t care if he knew anymore because no matter what, he will always think of you the same. He wouldn’t think you’re weak, or that you’re a burden. He will help you, support you, and kick those people’s asses for you.

After some time, when you had calmed down, the raven brushed your tears away and kissed your forehead.

“(Y/N), I never beg. But, I’m begging you to tell me what’s going on. Please. Do you think that I like to see you this upset?” he spoke, voice laced with concern and slight pain. Quietly, you shook your head and he cupped your face, tilting your head up to face him. “Then, tell me. Tell me what’s troubling you.”

After some reluctance, you gave in and told him about what people said, and how much it affected you, and why you never mentioned it to anyone. And you could tell he was a little angry that you didn’t tell him earlier, but he was also understanding and he did his best to comfort you and he promised to help you.

His arms invited you for another embrace and you happily accepted, relief flowing through you since you finally got it off your chest and you don’t have to suffer in silence anymore.

“You can stay here, while I get us some breakfast, okay?” he told you quietly.

“Okay.”

“And after that, you tell me the specific people that said those things, so I can kick their asses.”

You let out a small giggle and nodded, slightly parting from the hug to mould your lips with his.

“Thank you, my love,” you murmured in between kisses.

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ok trying again. Well i’m thinking about uhm. Listen grian nobody touches my bush.You’re done. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

hey thanks wasp

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sniper-childe · 3 years

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Hello! I’d like to share some of my notes if I were to Beta-read the most recent Archon Quest. I will be going through what worked, what could be taken out, and what could’ve been better. Note that I’m looking at this through an editor’s lens so I’m going to try NOT to change the plot we were given no matter what my opinions are about it BUT some of the said opinions may slip out.

Also, a bit of a disclaimer: I know that Genshin isn’t an actual literary work but miHoYo is known for its writers’ great storytelling and I’ve always loved their work so it really came as a surprise as to what happened to the mess that is Inazuma Act 3. So yeah.

Contains:

1. What was foreshadowed about the characters and why the payoff of their portrayals felt cheap.

a. About Kokomi and the rebellion.

b. About the Fatui, the James Bond villain wannabe.

c. About Ei and the Raiden Shogun.

2. How Chapter 2, Act 3 could have been the turning point that would have us, as the Traveler, cement our perceptions of the Archons and Gods of Celestia OR what I think the death of Signora was supposed to be but was undermined by this one tidbit.

BONUS: I wrote this before Kokomi’s story quest was released but decided to wait for it before posting. And guess what? I think Kokomi’s Story Quest works better as an Archon Quest. At least, some parts of it.

miHoYo teased us this intelligent leader of the resistance that is well-versed in the Art of War. The end of Ch2: Act 2 showed us a powerful Kokomi. So why was she sidelined all throughout the act?

I actually like the idea of the resistance asking the Fatui for aid. But miHoYo chickened out and made it so that they did it unknowingly. To which I say: how? If Kokomi was so smart she should’ve known better. I figured it was the Fatui within a single sentence, so why didn’t Kokomi?

They should’ve stuck with the concept of the underdogs – or in Kokomi’s words, the little fish – of war in an act of desperation. They could’ve shown a calculated Kokomi “making a deal with the devil” and will do anything to win the fight against the Shogunate.

In her Character Teaser, she was willing to burn the enemies’ supplies – to starve the enemy. She can be ruthless, that’s why Kokomi actively giving Delusions to her foot soldiers would have made much more sense to cause the Fatui to be involved rather than the whole “the Fatui orchestrated everything” schtick.

Which brings me to my next point: when did the Fatui turn into a James Bond villain? I hate that trope so much. It’s like the Deus Ex Machina of villainy. It’s lazy. And it doesn’t even fit the Fatui’s modus operandi.

In the prologue, the Abyss Order corrupted Dvalin and the Fatui was just there waiting to steal Barbatos’ gnosis while the Knights are distracted. Morax decided to retire one day so the Fatui swept right in and offered a test of Liyue in exchange for his gnosis.

The last two locations had their own story to tell while the Fatui was just in the background like the opportunistic antagonist that they are.

It also would have been a stronger plotline to have the already set lore – like the tenuous relationship between Watatsumi and Narukami – be the driving force of the Inazuman Civil War.

The prologue and chapter 1 also delivered what we are told we’re going to get in the Story Preview. That’s why they are satisfying. However, with chapter 2, the way it ended turned out to be more about the Fatui rather than “what do mortals see of the eternity chased after by their god.”

Sure, we got the consequences of the war in the World Quests and some of it in the second act. But making the Fatui the Big Bad in the end takes value away from the actions of the characters that are supposed to be the main feature of this chapter.

How much of the Eternity the Raiden Shogun is pursuing is directly from Ei? How much of it is its own understanding of eternity, coupled with Ei’s memories, and its own response? How much of it is the Fatui’s influence?

I have to say though, I’m fine with the puppet actually. Believe it or not. I have had kinda figured that out with the weird shifting of emotions in and out of the puppet. And the dead glowing eyes. So kudos to the design and animation team for that foreshadowing.

It was also said that the current Electro Archon lost someone dear to her and, while I didn’t think it was a twin, I did figure that the current Electro Archon wasn’t the real Electro Archon. So the whole Baal and Beelzebul backstory didn’t really surprise me. So I guess that was foreshadowed too? But my friends didn’t feel the same way so I don’t know. I’m not touching that.

But I do agree that all of the new lore got info-dumped to us by Yae rather than have us find out about them. To be honest, I would have wanted the backstory of Ei to be in her story quest rather than it be in the Archon Quest. A World Quest could work too.

I just feel like the 2.1 Archon Quest ended up cramming so many themes and subplots when it should’ve been focusing on what was promised: the darkness that is brought by their god.

They already had set up the Visions are people’s motivations/ambitions and that taking them away also takes away their agency.

Then they could’ve played with the idea of the people of Watatsumi looking up to Kokomi as their pseudo-god in-place of Orobashi and so with her actively giving Delusions could fit well in the said theme.

They could’ve made Ei and Kokomi character foils of each other and have the final showdown be about them.

And then it’ll all, of course, end up with the people of Inazuma learning how to work without their “gods” or something like that, which is the overarching theme of the whole series if you think about it.

But as I said, my opinions about the plot shouldn’t matter and I’m only here to make what was already written better.

So let’s talk about something that the puppet has done which didn’t make any sense on the surface level but could’ve been clever if it was done right. Killing La Signora.

Okay. So there is a pivotal moment at the end of the first arc of a three-act story where the main character experiences something that will leave them no choice but to move forward. This usually is a physical thing like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. But it can also be a mental or emotional situation.

Over at Honkai, the first arc ended with the death of a beloved mentor and a shattered world (both external and internal). The characters had no choice but to step up and “to stay alive, bravely” (yes, I won’t stop using this line ever). It was so very well done and even after so many years it still hurt no matter how many times you reread/rewatch the scene.

This reread value is what shows how much a twist is well written.

And that is what miHoYo is known for. So I had high expectations with the plot twist (technically this pivotal moment is called a plot twist because it twists the feel and/or pace of the story). Chapter 2 is the perfect spot to end the first act of a seven-chaptered story. So I’m really preparing myself for the inevitable twist.

But then we ended up with Signora’s death.

Okay. So. They could have used that to show us, as the traveler, how Archons and Celestial beings are unfeeling and not to be trusted. We were told this repeatedly by Dainsleiff and by the Abyss Twin. But it is only textbook writing 101 to show NOT tell.

And Signora’s death could have been this portrayal. Although, to be honest, it would have been more impactful if the one who died is a friend of the Traveler.

Them seeing someone die at the hands of an Archon could have their idea of gods shift. Because there is no turning back once you see the proof right in front of your eyes.

But instead, the puppet did it. So what was the point of Signora’s death if not just a power demonstration? We already knew that the Raiden Shogun is powerful. So why did Signora have to die?

Sure, one can argue that the puppet was enacting the Ei’s will so maybe there was a point. But! In Ei’s story quest, we were told that the puppet would have no hesitation when it comes to killing whereas Ei can show mercy.

Which begs, again, the question: how much of the Raiden Shogun’s actions is a reflection of Ei’s will, and how much of it is a logic response of an artificial intelligence from Ei’s memories?

Honestly? I don’t like that they killed off Signora. It doesn’t feel right. I would’ve taken Beidou’s death over Signora’s no matter how much I love Beidou. There was just no build-up to it and it feels weak. I… didn’t feel anything besides confusion. The anger only came later because of the wasted potential.

But overall, I do think they could’ve made it work if it were actually Ei doing the killing.

So I just did Kokomi’s Story Quest and man. The soldiers wanting to continue the war is what they really should have made the motivations of the actual war rather than have it as a post-war response and then have Kokomi fix their mess.

Seriously. While it was really interesting to see the usual trauma response of soldiers who had only known war their whole life, they wasted this idea, man.

Before doing the Archon Quest I had thought that the Watatsumi had a hand on the Vision Hunt Decree. Because if I were a tactician, I would have made something to anger the people of my enemies and have them have their internal issues. And while the Shogunate is weak, that’s when I will strike and claim Inazuma for my people and my god.

Then Orobashi will rise once more.

Yep.

Obviously, I really wanted Kokomi to be a more active character in the Archon Quest.

Anyways. If you reached the end, thank you for reading this ~1.5k words of musings. Tell me what you think. Or don’t. You do you.

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