#immortal bard rights tho
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This time I won't leave your side
you died before their eyes many years ago barely lived your life, you still had many years before you, this time you come back to them, living and breathing again. Was this a sick joke played by Celestia on them? But no matter, they wish for more as you are back, after all they will love you a thousand more times no matter how you come back to them, they will always be able to tell it's you.
tw- some angst, reader death, fluff, strictly platonic(Qiqi & Nahida), the rest could be read as platonic or romantic, leaning more to romantic on them tho,
characters- venti, zhongli, raiden, nahida, wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, aether, lumine, albedo, and qiqi
Venti
A man, a bard, a god, an archon, immortality was granted to him when he be came the Anemo archon, whether it be a curse or a gift, he didn’t know anymore. But he knew it was a curse bared by him the moment he found his beloved laying in a field full of bloodied flowers.
If only he had been quicker, or if he never let them go alone by themselves to do their commissions, then maybe, they wouldn’t be six feet under.
Every day he would visit their grave in the late hours of the night, sit and talk with a bottle of dandelion wine, as if they were there with him. He knew no matter how much he spoke, his words will never make it to their ears.
One day he awoke by their grave, he drunk himself drunk and decided to just spend the night with them. But there was someone else by him when he awoke, they had messy h/c, and he couldn’t see anything else.
“Who... Who are you?” He asked as he sat up, and the stranger turned to him, and he felt his heart leap to his throat, his chest hammering, and his eyes widened in astonishment. “Good morning, sir, it seems like you had a fun night,” they smiled at him as he sighed nodding with his own smile upon his face.
“That I did,” he knew that they wouldn’t remember anything, but to have them here now, he was happy and content. He took up one of the unfinished bottles as they sat in the grass beside him, and they spoke for hours beside the grave.
Zhongli
He lived for eons; lovers, friends, people he thought of as family, have came and gone. He should’ve been used to it by now, but no matter what he could never handle it each time he seen it.
He is immortal, he is cursed with seeing mortals he grows close to die in front of his eyes no matter what, that is just the way of life. No matter how many times he sees it, he will never grow used to it.
Rain poured from the night skies heavily one night, it was difficult to see, and he knew as he waited for his love, they might perish in the storm. The next morning, he was right, someone awoke and seen their body on the side of the road, cold, and frail.
He blamed himself no matter how much someone else told him otherwise, when the 76th director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor died and his young grandchild had taken over, he went to work of her, Hu Tao was her name.
Visiting the grave of his beloved was painful, but every year on their birthday, on their anniversary, or even on their death anniversary, Zhongli would get up, ask Hu Tao for the day off, and sit at his beloved grave for the whole day.
Their birthday was coming up, so he decided to ask Hu Tao for the day off, and he was allowed to leave for the whole day. He went to go prepare; flowers, tea, some letters he written to them, and even some of their favorite food.
When he carried all of the things in his arm, he nearly dropped some of the stuff, “Hey, do you need help?” That voice nearly made him freeze, but he turned with a small nod. “That would be very appreciated,” he spoke kindly to them, and when he looked into their eyes, he knew.
He knew they had found him again on their own, and like always, he would stay by their side, until the end of his curse. He would love them no matter the shape or form in their next life, it was still his love.
Raiden Ei/Shogun
Life and death, such a concept what hard to accept when you lived hundreds of years. No matter how much death you witness, or how much you try to forget it, it will always be there to haunt you until the end of time.
The land of eternity was difficult to live in with all the hostile people, the lightning and all the rain, yet it was such a beautiful place. Beauty would always be found in the storm no matter how you see it, and the electro archon knew that.
The day her darling passed due to some treasure hoarders, he promised herself to rid of all of them on her lands and that she did, well, her puppet did. Still meditating, she waited for until her puppet would come back, and this time she did with someone else in tow.
They seemed familiar, and they looked beaten up, she looked at her puppet who looked elsewhere as she tugged on the rope that was connected to their hands. “Shogun... What is the meaning of this?”
The person looked up at Ei, and she felt her heart drop to her stomach, their eyes formed into a glare as they looked at her, but her heart was beating rapidly against her chest. They were back again, and she was glad to have them back and alive.
“You, what is your name?” When they stated their name, her heart fluttered as she nodded with a soft smile to herself, they are back, they are alive and breathing. They are safe now, she told herself.
Nahida
She was a god of wisdom, of course she knew of reincarnation, she was locked up for nearly five hundred years, she had a bit of freedom, and she made a friend, one of the sages that had her locked up, they were nice. They wanted to go against Azar’s words and let her free, but the other sages knew of their plans, and they were disposed of.
Nahida no matter how much she sees people come and go, she wouldn’t be able to handle it, she may be over five hundred years old, but she still was a child no matter her knowledge. She cried for hours and hours when Azar came with one of Y/n’s belongings, tainted with splotches of blood.
When she was freed from her prison and Azar was delt with, she would stay by the blond traveler’s side at times. When they had decided to take up a rather difficult commission one day, she went with them, but even then, the two were enough, they just needed a bit more power.
A person from out of nowhere jumped in swinging their weapon with their vision, and they turned to the three with a large smile and wiping the sweat from their brow. Paimon asked loudly for their name, and they stated it with a loud voice clearly proud of their self.
Nahida smiled with a nod, the sage from all those years ago was back, and they were a vision wielder now. The traveler introduced them self with a smile and offered dinner as their gratitude. “And this is Nahida,” she held a hand to her chest, her heart fluttering in happiness. “It’s nice to meet you Y/n, I hope we can be friends,” again, she wanted to say but stopped herself.
Wanderer
The betrayals, as he called them, made him into the man he was years ago, The Balladeer, Scaramouche, The Sixth of the Eleventh Harbingers. He was feared by all, but there was only one person who lived in a cottage in the forests of Snezhnaya, he stumbled across them one day during a harsh winter.
His first thought was to rid of them for even seeing him vulnerable, but he bit his tongue and said nothing as they treated his wounds. Every few weeks he would go and visit them, but he would rather die than let them know.
A particular harsh winter had gone over the land of ice and snow, he knew that tiny cottage wouldn’t be able to keep them safe, so when he went to go visit them after the ice storm had passed, he was met with his fellow harbinger dragging their body out of the home.
“Oh, you need not to worry for them, they are my latest experiment Balladeer,” and he bitterly turned on his heel and went back, their smile and kind eyes pushed into the dark backside of his mind.
When he resided in Sumeru and received his Anemo vision, and his pasts memories as The Balladeer, surprisingly their smile was the first thing he had gathered in his mind. The lands of Sumeru were hot on the day he strolled around, going about his day aimlessly.
He bumped into someone, a small scoff leaving his mouth, “I am so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going!” They rambled as they picked up their things, and they looked up at him with a small frown. His breath hitched as they smiled at him softly, “I’m sorry again,” and they turned on their heel and walked away from him.
Without knowing his own feet moved on their own, and he followed after them without another words, they turned with a smile and he held his face flush. It wouldn’t be so bad to open up to someone now after all that he has been through.
Xiao
The Yaksha, a protector of Liyue, a conqueror of demons, and an adepti. He wished to only rest one night, but in the dead of night, he heard the faint whisper of his name. With a wisp of black and teal, he was met with the sight of his beloved covered in blood and fatui agents and gunners surrounding their body.
All he saw was red as he felt his mask consume his face, there he slayed the ones who caused his dear harm, and once they were slayed, he dropped to his knees by their side. Tears cascading down his cheeks as he took their dying into his arms, their cold hands raising to gently brush some of his tears away.
They spoke lowly, “I love you,” and with that their body fell limp in his arms, be forced himself to carry their body and bury them, no matter how much it tormented his heart. And he forced himself to promise to never go to another mortal or love ever again.
Lantern Rite, the time to be happy, to let xiao lanterns float up into the sky, and spend time with your loved ones or ever friends. But this was yet only year he no longer had his beloved by his side, but instead the blonde traveler and their floating fairy by their side came up to the balcony of Wangshu Inn.
Following behind them was another person, bright/dark eyes, and a smile on their face as they carried a xiao lantern in their hands. “Xiao, this is Y/n,” and his heart fluttered hearing their name, but he crossed his arms and closed his eyes trying to keep his composure. “It’s nice to finally meet you, conqueror of demons,” they said with a smile making him want to hug them tightly and never let them go, but this wans’t his beloved.
This one was a new Y/n, not the one he used to know, but still, he will try to make some conversation, “Likewise mortal.”
Aether
A lone traveler from another world, traveling with his sister, but he lost her along the way to this new world. Teyvat... It was strange, but it was a newly welcomed adventure. The person he met was a beautiful/handsome person in his eyes. He thought he shouldn’t get too attached until he found his sister, but that was inevitable.
They easily broke past his flimsy walls he put up; teasing him for hours that they would spend together, but he knew nothing of this world’s horrors. He thought he was safe just carrying around a sword unknowing of visions.
One day he ventured out to find some fruit leaving his beloved alone in their makeshift camp, and hearing a scream from a bit aways, he turned and ran back. If only he didn’t leave, then maybe he wouldn’t be cradling their body in his arms as they smiled up at him, their eyes closed as they held his hand limply.
And then he found himself staring out into space reminiscing about his days before his floating child companion, she was complaining about something, but he couldn’t hear her as he stared at the person before him. They waved their hand in front of his face as he final was snapped out of his daze.
“I’m sorry... What were you saying?” They let out a small chuckle as he felt his cheeks flush, “I was asking what would you like to order?” Oh, that what Paimon was yelling about, food. But he knew not what to say his words seeming to die on his tongue the more he looked at the person before him.
Who knew reincarnation was possible in this world, but then again it was full of surprise that he was willing to discover as long as this Y/n stays by his side safely at all times.
Lumine
An abyss princess, she was forced to see death and destruction. In every world she traveled with her brother, it was always different, but this was the first time she traveled alone without him.
Back in Khaenri’ah, she was alone, but she bet a blond man, and another person, her first love in this world. They were an amazing person; kind, calm, beautiful in her eyes, and she told them after a few years of friendship.
And when she was going to propose to them, the archons of this world has decided, Khaenri’ah should be no more. Blood, fire, death was everywhere as people ran and screamed for their lives, but where was Y/n?
They were no where in sight as Lumine ran around trying to find them, just as she was about to run into a building the roofs began to cave in, and before she could react, she was pushed out the way.
Her honey-colored eyes turned to see a familiar head of hair get crushed by the fallen debris, and she knew, her love sacrificed their self for her. With a heavy heart, and tears in her eyes as she moved to leave, she looked to see the sky painted red, and fire reaching towards the heavens.
Hundreds of years later she looked over a cliff to watch her brother, the blond man, and a floating child. Took caught up in her gaze, she failed to notice a person running to her, swinging a claymore around.
But before she could get hit by their attacks, she raised her own sword and their blades collided as sparks flew from the two metals. Her breath hitched as they jumped back, their weapon coated in elemental energy as they grinned at her widely. “And so the abyss princess knows to fight,” they snarked with their eyebrows furrowed with that grin upon their face.
“You... What is your name?” They slung their weapon over their shoulder with their grin still upon their face as they jabbed their thumb to their self. “Names Y/n, princess.”
Albedo
Relationship; complicated, complex, and too much effort to maintain, it’s what he always thought. He knew any type of relationship relied on communication, quality time, and even effort.
And somehow, some way, a mortal managed to worm their way into his heart, his darling, his love, his first; Y/n. They were his everything, his friend, his lover, his muse, the reason for him to live. He wanted nothing but to have them in his life for all eternity.
But he was too late, too late to do anything when a sword impaled his darling, all he saw was red as he slayed the beings that harmed them, and when he fell to his knees by their side he was too late to even be there in their last moments.
And after that he never left his lab, be it the one in Dragonspine, or even the one in the one in the Knights of Favonius building. The only time he would turn to see something else other than his research was Sucrose bring more supplies or Klee pestering him.
Out of material for his latest experiment, he heaved a heavy sigh as he looked around his lab; messy, dirty, unorganized, maybe he’ll clean up once he comes back. Leaving his lab, he walks slowly, how long has it been since he left? How long did he stay with his experiment?
His eyes trailed up to the sun; how long has it been since he had been outside? His legs carried him until he collided with another being. “Oh, I’m sorry,” they spoke as Albedo rubbed his head and looked up at them and their outstretched hand.
His heart nearly stopped beating in his chest, “Uhm... Hello?” They questioned a bit awkward from his staring. Shaking his head, he took their hand as they pulled him up, and gave him a smile, “Sorry for bumping into you, I was told by Sucrose to help deliver these to Albedo,” his eyes still couldn’t leave them, but how could he not? His Y/n was back.
He sighed taking in reality, his Y/n was gone... This one was a new one, “That would be me, my apologies, I am a bit out of it,” they smiled at him and waved their hand at him. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to form another companionship.
Qiqi
When she heard of the passing of the person she loved as her parent when she was just barely a few years old to understand, she cried for hours. When she died, her memories of that person were wiped completely but at time you could hear her mention a person’s name when she rambled under her breath to herself about remembering things.
So Baizhu had gifted her a journal to write anything and everything she possibly wanted to remember. And every day she would write about everything and anything, some days she wouldn’t have anything for her journal.
One day she was writing in her journal, and in strolled in the Traveler and Paimon, and her eyes looked up at them a bit disinterested. “Doctor Baizhu is not here... Qiqi will help you instead,” and a person accidently bumped into the traveler making a Qiqi look at them.
“You are clumsy... Apologize,” she said as they helped up the blond and looked down at the little girl, “Hi Qiqi, Doctor Baizhu sent me to come get these for him,” they handed the little girl a slip of paper giving her a smile.
She took the paper with a little smile at the mention of her caretaker as she looked down at the paper, “Qiqi will get this for you...” She smiled up at them as she turned on her heel and gathered what the paper said, when she returned, they were talking with the traveler.
“Qiqi, has gotten what Y/n needed,” she said not realizing what she said, and the person turned to her with a surprised look, before they shook their head and gave her a pat on her hat. “Thank you Qiqi,” and with that they left, and Qiqi took out her journal and wrote the name.
It was familiar as she flipped through her journal, and saw the name on the very first page, Y/n... They had come back, and the zombie girl didn’t even know it, all she knew was she felt warm all over when she talked to them.
im so srry this took awhile, i haven't had any motivation lately :( but i am trying my best, i have an idea for a kaveh x reader oneshot if anyone would be interested to read that when that comes out <3
#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin angst#albedo x reader#venti x reader#zhongli x reader#raiden ei x reader#nahida#qiqi#aether x reader#lumine x reader#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x reader#xiao x reader#venti angst#zhongli angst#raiden shogun#albedo angst#lumine angst#aether angst#wanderer angst#scaramouche angst#xiao angst
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I’ve watched the Dungeons and Dragons movie too many times for it to be healthy and I decided to make it everyone else’s problem.
Honor Among Thieves/Dreamling crossover?
The Endless exist in the DnD setting but they don’t concern themselves with the affairs of gods and mortals, they just ARE. They exist outside the planes and influence all of them, albeit in different ways. They aren’t worshipped and usually aren’t well known.
Dream and Death do their visit to the mortal realm and meet Hob Gadling, Dream and Death have their bet and Hob becomes immortal. Now, in the DnD, unnaturally long lives aren’t that unheard of. There are elves who had already been adults when Hob became immortal, who are still alive. Arguably, Hob could pass himself off as a weird half-elf hybrid and no one would be too surprised he’s been knocking about for several centuries. But a human that not only lives long but doesn’t die? At all? No matter the manner of death, no matter the damage done to him, he just gets up again and keeps on trucking? No. That’s not normal. That shit’s weeeeeird. You don’t want to be advertising that unless you want every evil wizard warlock lich sorcerer and whathaveyou knocking on your door. So Hob still has to hide.
He of course still meets Dream every 100 years in the inn (every paladin and cleric with divine sense in the area does a little >_>). He still pretends to be his own son. He still does hundreds of different things. He still has a fight with Dream that causes Dream to walk out on him. He still buys the White Horse and waits for Dream. Dream is still captured by Burgess, a mighty wizard who really REALLY wants to conquer death but doesn’t want to be an undead because yuck.
Meanwhile, Xenk Yendar has met Hob in his travels several times already and is absolutely not buying the “I’m his son, I’m the son’s son, I’m the son’s grandson” excuse but Hob seems harmless, commits no evil acts (that Xenk knows of *coughscoughs*) and doesn’t register as anything otherworldly or undead so Xenk leaves him alone. That is until he walks into The White Horse one day, sees Hob for the first time in years and immediately senses that this is a temple, the land is consecrated, this man is the priest. The problem? A priest of what exactly? Normally it’s not really his business but given that Hob is a bit shady to begin with, it just doesn’t seem right. He asks Edgin for help, after all, who better to charm and swindle his way into Hob’s good graces and get some answers than a professional conman/thief/ex-Harper/bard who just doesn’t do magic, no seriously, what’s the deal with that.
This is where Ilmater decides to intervene. Sure, normally he wouldn’t stick his Devine nose in the matters on the Endless but he is the god of suffering, and both Dream and Hob are suffering, albeit in different ways. He sends his favourite paladin a vision of Dream and Hob, who then confines in Edgin and his crew and so, the DnD version of the fishbowl heist is born!
Starring: Xenk, the hottest paladin in existence; Edgin the spell-less bard; Edgin’s barely concealed lust for Xenk; Doric the most OP wildshape in existence; Simon the Sorcerer (no not the game, the game is great tho. Available on iOS. Try it. Starring Chris Barrie of the Red Dwarf fame as the voice of Simon. It has a sequel too tho not as good); Hob Gadling, the immortal but he can’t reveal he’s immortal and also has no idea who Dream is or what his true nature or even name is… wow he’s kinda useless in this setting and nobody trusts him; and Holga the carrying everything on her broad shoulders.
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Sometimes I feel like one of the reasons for replaying this game is simply being angry at this boy for choosing to use those powers in situations where it might not have even been necessary.
(By the way, I did play Dragon Quest Builder 2 yesterday, but nothing happened that was worth mentioning as I was mostly... well... building and gathering materials ^^’ Just for your Information.)
Valimar being called “a big toy” XD
The fact that she is at least aware of it, even tho it changes nothing about her questionable personality.
Him. Just him being himself is worth replaying this game again and again and again. And who would not have missed the bard Oliver Lenheim? XD
You know... I’ve watched the Northern War Anime yesterday and one thing is for certain when it comes to Rean. He will ALWAYS protect people, no matter who they are. Seeing that here once again, is just one more reason to replay this game.
Hearing people talk about Rean like this, knowing all his good and bad sides, makes replaying this game worth your while too. Never hurts to understand that the character you love, is the way he is.
This scene XD I do not like Musse as you know, but I love how she knows to push peoples buttons.
The fact that this scene is a complete plothole if you go back to the train and actually listen to new class 7 listen to Reans recording. Because no one was standing infront of that door, shortly before the message was over. Not to mention afterwards, I talked with Musse outside of the train. BUT finding things like that can also make it worth replaying that game XD
You might want to tell me that I have a questionable tendency to like characters I shouldn’t but seeing Vita again is also something I am happy about and so once again, its a reason to replay this game. (And like the rollercoaster of emotions that is this chapter.)
That is another plothole. You may have noticed that Crows body and face has matured, which would make sense given its been roughly two years and everyone else has matured as well HOWEVER Crow is dead, he is an immortal and the Steel Maiden has been “alive” as an immortal for a VERY long time and has not aged one bit. Meaning that as an immortal, you should stay in the state you were in when you reawakened, which is basically the state you were in when you died, given that your body won’t age anymore after that. So Azure Siegfried here, should look exactly the same way he did at the end of CS2. If you replay games a few times, just like with Final Fantasy X you have more time to think about stuff like that, which is, once again, a good reason to replay it.
The fact that Towas heart immediately knew that it was Crow, even tho it obviously doesn’t make sense at this point that he is alive.
With Olivert, it took a few people A LOT longer too recognize him, even tho he barely changed anything but his outfit and his hairstyle (not that he never has his hair open in public either) so the only reason to not recognize that Olivier is prince Olivert, is the fact that you would doubt that he would run around with some seemingly random people in Crossbell without any guards around while he should have been leading the inspection-team. When it comes to looks tho, he barely has changed. Crow on the other hand, has matured, his Hairstyle is different, his voice is deeper and he is wearing a Mask that on top of the fact that he died infront of our very eyes, should be enough to make sure no one would believe its Crow, despite the still obvious similarities and the hints thrown in from McBurn and Vita. However, everyone immediately felt that it was him. Makes you wonder if it is simply because the people dealing with Olivert missed the connection class 7 had with Crow. However it is a interesting observation to make in an replay of the game.
Rean putting Alisa first, despite the inner turmoil he must be going through himself right now.
It was funny tho, when you play this game for the first time, you do wonder what hit Alisa so hard, given that her relationship with Crow wasn’t deeper than most peoples. That she had recognized her fathers voice, is something you only get when you play this game again.
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The birthday mission
This one is a little long but I think it will be worth it :)))))))
Ciri Science and the idiot syndrome On Ao3
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Ciri: …. Wait. I feel like we have forgotten something very important.
Ciri: *counts on her fingers* Geralt, when is Jaskier’s birthday?
Geralt: *pales* *however that is possible* Shit.
Vesemir: Language.
Geralt: His birthday was the first day of the year.
Vesemir: Shit.
Ciri: ……………….. We need to fix that.
Eskel: quickly, he is coming!
Ciri: shhh! hide!
Jaskier: *just a bard strolling into the main hall* *the keep is suspiciously empty* *and quiet*
Everbody: HAPPY BIRTHDAAAYYY!!!
Jaskier: *jumps out of his damn skin* *holy friggin cows!!!* *ducklings!!*
Jaskier: uh… I.. wow, thank you? But it is not my birthday?
Lambert: WE KNOW, GERALT FORGOT!!
Geralt: *mutters* Wow, way to throw someone in front of a wagon, buttwipe…
Aiden: SO WE ARE THROWING YOU A PARTY RIGHT NOW!
Ciri: I MADE A CAKE!
Jaskier: *instantly doesn’t trust cake* *but it is very pretty and very crooked* You are too sweet, thank you all!
Jaskier: *actually a little teary eyed* *did not expect someone to remember at all*
Jaskier: *blows out candles on cake* *mighty lungs he only needs one go*
Eskel: What did you wish for?
Jaskier: *blush* Nothing special
Yennefer: *evil smirk* *she read his mind* *bard wants a kiss*
Cake : *is actually tasty* *thank you vesemir for saving it* *everybody lives*
Lambert: Time for drinks!!!
Geralt: And for cubs to go to bed.
Ciri: BOOOO! *but is actually getting tired* *off to bed she goes*
A few bottles of wine and honey mead later, Vesemir is passed out in his chair, Eskel is singing and swinging from side to side with Aiden, and Lambert is looking at Jaskier like he is trying to figure out what he is hiding.
Lambert: *squint* *squinting is hard when you are drunk* What are you hiding?
Jaskier: I wouhld.. woulhld. I would never!!
Aiden: *totally gets what Lambert is after* *this is why they are married* *Wait are they married?* *a little, right?*
Aiden: So what did you wish for?
Jaskier: I am not hiding it! I just won’t tell you!
Yennefer: *not as bad off as the boys but a bit tipsy too* I know!!
Jaskier: Witch!!
Yennefer: Thank you! Just for that, I will let tell them. Jaskier wished for a kiss!
Aiden: Aaw! You should have said! I’ll kiss you!! *throws himself over bard and kisses his brow sloppily*
Lambert: Hey!! No me!! I can!! *shoves Aiden away* *kisses bard on temple* *so much hair ew*
Eskel: Me too, me too! *yanks Jaskier out of chair and peppers his face with stinky pecks*
Yennefer: Not happening.
Geralt: *all quiet* *suspiciously so* *slowly gets up and moves Eskel out of the way*
Jaskier: *WAIT OH BOY OH BOY WHAT WAIT HELLO?!*
Geralt: *tips jaskier’s chin up* *not even looking at his eyes* *if he does, this won’t work*
Geralt: *leans in, closes his eyes, smooches the life out of the bard* *right on the lips*
Jaskier: *dfkdjfkjdkfjdfjkfkJFDKJFFD* *he is being kissed* *geralt is kissing him* *proper kissing him* *like, proper smooch* *don’t send help please never stop*
Lambert and Aiden: *hoots and applauds*
Geralt: *draws back, pats Jaskier’s cheek, backs off* *sits down in chair* *passes the fuck out*
Yennefer: I think you got your wish, bard *smug smirk*
Jaskier: *bluescreen bard noises*
#ciri science#ciri science and the idiot syndrome#geraskier#something big happens this time ehehehe#geralt x jaskier#lambden#lambert x aiden#ciri#yennefer#birthday party#immortal bard rights tho#kaer morhen#the witcher#dapanda writes
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I like Venti so much. Best boy.
How would Venti feel about an S/O with synesthasia. The ability to hear color. One day she goes to him performing on the street with a sketchpap and shows him what he sounds like.
My, my, look who it is. The person who started it all, and ending it. It's amusing how this came full circle and of course you bring me such an interesting yet difficult prompt *balls fist, shakes at sky*
I had a lot of time to think about this and I feel it was still so hard to make. And there's so many variants and uniqueness to each case so this will be a wild ride. But this marks the end of this special event and on to a new one, and I thank you especially for being with me through it!
This fic made me realize I need a better Venti banner lololol
Ethereal Hues
Venti with a Reader with Synesthesia (Specifically, the ability to see sounds)
The wind-borne bard fancies audiences that sings along, that joins him in his merry tunes. He knows faces, distinguishes them, reads their responses. If it was unorthodox tales he sang, he would laugh at the predicted angry churns. If it were awesome tales of adventures, Venti would bask in the glory of awe and cheers.
And so he finds you to be the most peculiar individual he has ever audienced. You stand in the back far away from the crowd as you carry with you a notebook. Based on the way you steal glances to him whenever he performs out in public and the way your hands moved, you were definitely sketching him, yet you paid no such expression for his songs the same way the others did. And he was sure you were no deaf individual.
He had been intrigued since day one, and he had been so even at the third. When he wishes to come to you, he would always find you packing up immediately after his performances, and he would be swept aside by the task at hand: getting his share of Mora for a fantastic performance.
You were only there for his music, and your interest seem to disappear the moment the music is lost.
So slowly he would adjust his schedule, making it so his songs linger longer, his notes stretching out more just to keep you there in his vision for longer. And yet whenever he privies himself to have caught your attention, it seems as tho you were not really interested at him: even if the distance between you were great, he knows you were looking through him.
This game of cat and mouse had stretched out to seven days.
You managed to attend every tale the bard tells within the walls of Mondstadt but never have you stepped foot inside the tavern of Angel’s Share when he would perform late at night. With this discovery, he doesn’t bother to try lure you out from there, opting to skip performing in the tavern.
Much to Diluc’s surprise. It had gone so that the bartender himself asked if things were not looking great for the bard, but he was met by a smug and conniving smile, that he was quick to smack the shit out of and never bother about again.
Every time the bard wishes to approach you after the last string of his lyre is plucked, he was blocked by the crowd or pulled by a child, enough to render him unmoving, enough of a timeframe for you to disappear. You would think it was you purposely evading the bard’s advances but the way you move and act doesn’t seem like you were running away or in a hurry, more so, you look more disappointed that the festivities had to end every time.
A week of disappointments had led Venti to play his sorrows to his lyre under the tree at Windrise. It was a tune that no one in the public eye has seen him play and he was content in indulging on his own misery.
“Eyes from the fountain bench, of a longing stare had whence.
Slip between thy grasp, even as I call out through a rasp.”
“Ah, a different one this time,” he’d almost fallen out of the branch he was hanging by when a voice suddenly spoke out from beneath the tree’s shade. And there you are in all your glory, an amused expression in your face as you watch the Anemo wielder catch himself before gracefully flying down in front of you in disbelief. “Hello.”
“Hi!” He squeaked out before clearing his throat, adjusting his posture to reflect his usual composed facade with that wide grin.
“The colors brought me here, but I didn’t expect you to be the one producing them.” He watched you fumble with the familiar sketchbook in your hand, his muse in his curiousities right in front of him nonchalantly, as if fate had not been trying its best to separate them for the past week. "With the collection complete, I can finally show you the whole thing!" You practically shoved the pad to his face, forcing him to step back.
And there he saw the most ethereal painting he had seen of himself. His lone form in front of the statue where he usually plays, there in his company were streaks of light blue, reminiscent of Barbara's elemental skill. He clutches the pad for a better look as he notices more blots of complementary colors littered in ecstatic manners. Below, the words 'glee' was written in dark cursive.
Next page had warmer colors, that wrapped around him like silk and satin which would then plunge to the floor like cold white mist. This one was labelled 'Comfort.'
There were four more illustrations that depict numerous vibes of his tunes whenever he had performed, and paired with it comes different colors and patterns. Each one was more detailed than the last and with new vigor he was more than eager to see the next ones—
And then the last one was the latest, where he was once singing his odes and woes from the tree's branches. Yet this one holds a different gesture to it and he sucks in the details with a faraway gaze. Black, gray and navy blue hang like curtain as it seemingly seeps from his flesh, tangling into a weightless form before diverging into a single string of black that casts itself past the borders of the paper. It was like shadows that desperately cling to its owner, ones sadness and desperation taking form into a monster that seeks a vessel.
He looks up to you with eyes once again shining at the brilliance of the illustrations- before he clutched the pad to his chest, a toothy grin and a dangerous glint in his teal eyes, "I'm keeping this~"
To hell with that.
First he takes your sketchpad and rifts through it like there's no tomorrow, and then he lays claim on it?! The audacity of this bard!
With the only arsenal that you had, you started throwing brushes and acrylics at the floating bard until he had to crash land from getting caught by his extravagant cape. What an oversight.
That day, you'd finally sit down with the famous bard and properly got to introduce each other. While you're ecstatic to chat with the person you'd long admired from afar, Venti was more ecstatic at the idea of you and your marvelous power. It's similar to elemental sight, he imagines, and he pried with more inquiries than you had anticipated.
You thought he'd be weirded out by both your colorful sense or the fact that you had stalked him for a week to immortalize his ethereal glow in the shadows.
Yet he was so open-minded about it, wanting to accompany you more on your endeavors and jokingly using you as his marketing manager for more Mora opportunities. You find the idea not so bad.
At one point in time without your knowledge nor acknowledgement, Venti (ever so curious boy) changed his form from his bard friend to copy yours, trying to see if he were able to replicate your vision. Alas it was not as easy as that. Whatever Venti did after that, not even Celestia knows.
Your ability to see the streams of music instead of just projecting associated shapes and colors had made it easy to find Venti, and vice versa.
When he wants to find you specifically, Venti sings your name in a lilting melody as he walks through the stone streets of Mondstadt, the blazing color pouring through your window as you crane your head out and look him down from the second floor.
Venti's invisible aura brightens at the sight of you and he presents the fresh Cecilias in his hand, singing for you to accompany him to another day and you're forced to do so with his cheesiness.
He continues to sing even as you resign to your home to prepare. Unbeknownst to you the people of Mond watched with wonder and awe at the sweetness of the serenading bard that comes by every 9 AM daily to your doorstep.
Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets, —
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.
You tilt your head at Venti at his lyrics, its lines influencing the color that coats him before his lyre finally calms its strings. He does not expand on his words as the silent conversation ended with a smile. Venti had been making songs with colors incorporated in them and despite the Muse of hues, you have yet to understand what they truly mean. If they mean anything at all.
You wish you could bring about the same flowery words to describe how beautiful Venti is, your current muse, adorned with the colors of a world only you can see. But for now, as you watch him smile past the crowd and lock eyes with yours, the most you can do is immortalize his ethereal hues. Until you finally work up the courage to admit it was not the colors that had drawn you to him.
This is a blessed day as it marks the end of the 50 followers event, and start the 100 followers one! Thank you for joining us in this journey, we still have a long way to go!
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Okay now little dnd idea
I'm DMing a few new players, and one of them is playing a Dragonborn Bard. Okay, not bad, that's... an interesting character, fun fun I can work with that.
A dragonborn bard named Gregory.
I... I mean hit game coming out SB I can work with that, right?
He, apparently, used to be royalty. I can make a plot quest about that! I can work with that as well, but I've had this idea nagging at me since I heard of this Gregory dragonborn bard.
(This might be long so I'll put a "read more" here)
So, the name Gregory is obviously taken from Security Breach. I know that, but I thiink I've got an idea for a nice little quest.
So the party gets close to the king, AKA Dragonborn's father, and the king invites them to a Royal Entertainment thingie idk I'm not sure about this anyways
The party enters this Huuuge pizzaplac Tavern-like thing with a huge play area and it's all future-like with warforged and robotic things that serve you blah blah blah-
SECURITY BREACH IN DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS I CAN DO THAT WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH THIS IDEA
And like it'll be a fun one shot that has nothing to do with the plot of the campaign (or maybe it will idk)
And like we all know there where a lot of unused things in the SBs trailers that they didn't use, and THOSE CAN FIT INTO A DND THING!
There could have been so much more plot, and I happen to really like making my own things off of other ppls things (who doesn't) and MAYBE, just MAYBE I could make it have a better ending then freddy fucking DYING or vanessa killing you when you get caught by her-
(Srsly tho what was up with that?? wasn't ur whole goal to get out of the pizzaria??? why wouldn't you wanna get caught by her it's like gregory WANTS to stay in the fuckin building with tons of murderobots)
-Or, burntrap??? what was with that??? I don't follow the lore as much as I should, but what the fuck time travel clones and springtrap surviving ANYTHING YOU FRICKIN THROW AT HIM WHY IS HE IMMORTAL
Honestly I could do so much, like uh *cough cough* bringing bonnie back *cough cough* sorry I'm coming down with a cold here-
And honestly frick vanny and her time travel shit, the hard part of making this would be making it something none of them expect even though they've seen SO MUCH ABOUT IT but also making it recognizable as security breach so they GET THE JOKE WITH GREGORY BEING A PC.
And this group is really unpredictable, so what the fuck they might just fucking JUMP one of the animat- uh warforged instead of running away. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THEN?
anyways, fuck me, I'm ranting and if you've made it here congratulations GIVE ME ADVISE I NEED IT I'M NEW TO DMING PLEASE
#dm#dnd#sb#fnaf security breach#fnaf#fnaf x dnd mashup#what am i doing with my life#fuck vanny her arc didn't make sense
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The Blacksmith’s Daughter
Masterlist
Pairing: Geralt X Reader
Word count: 3,259
Warnings: Swearing, slight dirty talk, mentions of death, gross wound
Summary: The blacksmiths daughter in the upper northern kingdoms, is the only reason Geralt of Riva trusts to not only fix his weaponry but his wounds. He travels long and far to see the half mage, every year. During the many years he comes to visit her town, she grows feelings (love like feelinsg) for the creature. one particular visits she realizes she can no longer hide these feelinsg from him. [possibe part 2 if interested]
My father only had one child before my mother died. My mother was someone he always referred to as his soul. The light of his life. She died when I was just a babe. He never remarried, saying he’d never disrespect the love of his life. My mother was a mage. The healer of our village. Her powers passed in some aspects down to myself, but not enough to be considered a full mage. I gained the ability for immortality like my mother, unless by blade or beast. My eyes were different from those around my small town, bright emerald green. My father loved my eyes; “Just like you lovely mother my deer.” He always said to me.
Even with the limited magical abilities I possessed I chose to help my father in his smithing shop. I started when I was 16 that was nearly 30 winters ago. I haven’t aged much past 24. Making all the locals continuously fight for my hand. My father never wavered tho. Knowing I wanted to marry for love.
Over the last 30 years I've become one of the most well known smiths in the upper northern kingdoms. I've been called upon to make weapons for the mightiest King’s, even the Lioness Calanthe herself. My blades were well known across most major cities. I had apprenticed many young men to help and the money I began to bring in, made it able for my father to retire about 10 winters ago. My craft did not only extend in my weaponry but also my herbal skills. I was responsible for training the town healers and herbalists. My mother's talents passed onto me. I was a force to be reckoned with.
“Y/N?” My youngest apprentice, Apollo called to me from the front of my shop. Placing the sword I had been sharpening on a shelf I walked to him. I was covered in soot and dirt, my long [hair color] hair resting in a messy bun atop my head. My hands were covered in thick leather gloves that my father crafted for me many years ago to protect my fragile hands. As I approached the window that my customers spoke to my workers threw I saw a man. He was tall, much taller than myself and even Apollo. Apollo was a strong young man, about 6 '1 a decent build, still looked like a boy. But this man made him look like a child. His shoulders were broad and his hair was a striking silvery grey. I knew who he was, all too well.
“Ahh Geralt of Rivia. I thought you were long dead.” My words were followed with a soft chuckle, as the corner of his lips twitched up in a small smirk. His Bard at his side beamed at me.
“Good evening Y/N. How wonderful to see you!” Jaskier said smiling. I took my gloves off my hands along with my messy apron, glancing at Apollo. He’d never met the famed witcher before.
“Apollo be a dear and go finish with Lord Ferdinand's items. He’ll be back soon to collect them.” He nodded his head before walking back to the forge along with my other two apprentices. I opened the small door to the side of the window and stepped about of my shop, the cool Autumn air chilling my warm skin after being over a hot forge for hours.
Jaskier was the first to approach me, bringing me into a tight embrace. I gladly returned the gesture. I pulled back to examine the bard.
“My how you still have yet to age. Always shocks me.” He laughs and pulls out his prized dagger. He had won it in a game of poker many years ago from a lord. The blade alone cost more than anything he possessed. He didn't need the protection. Due to the brooding witcher he always traveled with. I had mended it and only I had mended it. He never trusted another with his blade. Just as his counterpart.
“It's in need for a good sharpening, maybe a polish to the handle? As always you’ll be paid for with not only my coin, but my recommendations as we travel.” I smiled and took the dagger from him and placed it in my belt before tuning to the brooding witcher.
The relationship we shared was like one I didn't share with any other. When he came through my town, I not only fixed and mended his weaponry but also his wounds. I was no longer an active healer. Unless it was for one particular witcher with a pair of striking golden orbs that could pear into the depths of my soul. He could pry out any secrets I never told anyone. Even my father.
My father loved Geralt. Always made comments about how I should pursue him whenever he came to town. Foolish old man thinking a witcher of Geralt’s status stopping for a blacksmith's daughter. Even one of my caliber. Many years ago he traveled with a mage named Yennifer, I adored her when she came with him. An adoring young thing, always willing to teach me new ways in medicine.
They were lovers for many years until they drifted apart. Yennefer found love in her first mate Istredd. They married a few years ago. Occasionally Yennifer would pass through and we’d catch up over a pint of ale, and she'd tell me of her travels looking for a cure to her empty womb. I pitied the woman, she desperately wanted children.
Knowing women of Yennifer’s caliber were who Geralt went for always made me hesitate from telling him my true feelings. I had fallen madly in love with the witcher. He stayed weeks at a time some years in my town, killing monsters in closer towns and being our own personal Witcher. The townspeople loved him, contrary to many other villages and cities.
“How many wounds am I healing today, wolf?” I asked as I approached him, his small smirk formed into a genuine smile as he embraced me. My arms around his broad shoulders as he bent to hug me. I could feel him grimace under my touch as my chest pressed to his own. I pulled away with a soft frown before lifting his shirt softly. Revealing a large deep gash spreading from his upper chest to his pant line. The gash was angry, yellow pus now oozy in certain areas. My brows lifted on my forehead in shock.
“You bloody idiot. How long has this gone untreated?” I asked quite harshly as I walked back into my shop, gathering my cloak and notebook full of orders to fill. I placed Jaskiers Dagger on a shelf.
“I’ll see you lads tomorrow, don’t forget to lock up tonight. Send for me if you need it.” I called my three workers in the back who all smiled and nodded before refocusing on their tasks.
I walked back out to the two men who were waiting for me. I shot a glare at Jaskier. “You let him walk around with an infection like that ?” I snapped as we started walking to the edge of town, passing the tavern and inn they both had spent many nights in.
“He refused to see anyone other than you, we’ve been traveling to see you for three consecutive days.” I directed my glair to the witcher who had a sly smirk on his lips.
“It's not that bad you drama queen.” I scoffed at his words before reaching over and brushing my fingertips along the cufeather-light. He hissed in pain and nearly doubled over.
“Yeah not that bad. You idiot loaf.” We walked at a quick pause up a small road from the main, up to my small cabin on the outskirts of the forest. I opened the door placing down my belongings before, sitting Geralt down on a chair in my kitchen. Jaskier on the other side, his hands on the book that had set there that I read in the mornings.
I rushed around my kitchen grabbing the herbs and viles full of oils and serums. I grumbled to myself at the stupidity of the witcher while I filled a pail with clean water. “Shirt off.” It wasn't a question or anything he could argue with. I knew he wouldn’t. I could hear his grunts of pain as he peeled his black shirt off. Once the pail was full of water I grabbed a box full of fresh wrapping and set everything on the table as Jaskier read unbothered.
I crouched in front of Geralt, my fingers tracing the angered skin surrounding the gash. I inhaled deeply, the scent of the wound filling my nose. It was badly infected but nothing I couldn't fix.
“Werewolf?” I asked, knowing I was right. The smell of the wolf’s claws being the first I could smell.
“Yeah, a real fucker too. Nearly broke my blade.” He hissed, In part of his anger at his last hunt, and due to the stinging of the alcohol I had poured on the clean cloth dabbing and cleaning the wound. His muscles contracted under my touch. I sighed but continued my work, spreading a lavender oil over the outside of the gash, soothing the skin. I grabbed a jar scooping out a helping of a cream made of hemlock and musk mallow to help the infection. After a thick paste was covering the gash I placed a few pieces of gauze over it keeping it protected. Once I was finished I looked up at the witcher, who was watching me intently. His amber eyes are boring into my emerald ones.
“I suggest you stay here a few days, till you’re healed more. So I can keep an eye on that infection.” I said with a soft smile. He grabbed a pack off his hip and placed three coins on my table, making me shake my head.
“Geralt, keep it I-“
“You just used so many fucking things on me. Take the money. Replenish your stock.” I rolled my eyes taking the coin from the table and putting it in my pocket, knowing I’d be giving it to the needy in town. I had plenty.
Jaskier placed the book he was reading down and smiled.
“Know that the broot is no longer dying, care to get some ale?” He asked, making me laugh.
“Let me see your sword first.” I was the only person on this plant that he allowed to touch that beloved sword. He pulled it from its sheath and handed it to me. I looked over the blade, seeing the dullness, and how fragile the silver was.
“Lucky for you, we replenish our silver last week, I have plenty to fix this blunt blade.” I placed the sword back in its sheath before placing it on a hook on my door. I walked back over to Geralt, taking his chin in my hand making him look up at me from his seated position.
“If you ever come to me with an infection like that again. I will kill you instead of heal you.” My threats fell flat, I knew that. He chuckled softly before kissing my hand softly.
“Thank you, my dear, Y/N. I already feel better.” I smiled softly and looked over at Jaskier who was just watching with an exasperated expression. He knew we had a weird relationship and truly couldn’t understand why we never became anything more than friends.
“How about that ale?” He said after clearing his throat. I nodded, grabbing his shirt from the floor and helping it back over his head. The men left their items in my home after I insisted they stay with me instead of going to the inn. And we were on our way to the bustling tavern. Filed with laughing people celebrating the end of the week with the sweet peach ale our town was best known for. Geralt and Jaskier found a table as I went to thbarkeep.
“Ahh Y/N!! How are you, my dear?” He asked as he filed the tankers with the cold bubbly ale.
“Quite well August thank you. Hope your ax is doing better?” I asked, speaking of the ax I had fixed for him less than a month ago.
“Oh works wonderfully!” He smiled sweetly at me passing me the tankers and I pulled out the coin but he held his hand out.
“First rounds on the house.” I smiled and nodded at the man grabbing the tankers turning my back to him and walking back to the two men I left. As I approached I saw Annabel. A quite permisquess young thing, not that it was my business what she did with her body, all over Geralt. I felt envy course, threw my body as she groped his chest. I saw his face contort in pain as she brushed her hand down his chest, and he gently pushed her back, but of course, she didn't get the message. I walked up behind her, setting the ale on the table firmly before taking her wrist in my hand spinning her to face me.
“He is hurt, a massive gash, infected puss all over the bandages. Stop. Touching.” My voice was harsh as I glared at the young woman. Her head dropped as she walked away from me in a hurry. I let out a huff as I sat next to Geralt. I could almost feel his smirk as he looked at me. I lifted the tanker to my lips sipping the sweet ale as did Jaskier who was also smiling at me.
“I'll stab your eyes out of your head if you keep looking at me like that Bard.” I spat and he rolled his eyes standing with the ale in his hand looking over at a group of young women.
“I’m going to party, but now I’m also leaving you two alone too” He pointed his free hand in between the two of us, “figure out what the hell you are. Don't wait up.” He left us as he walked to the group of women ready to brag about his adventures with the feared witcher. My cheeks were warm at his words, as I gulped down more of the ale, ignoring Geralt’s persistent gaze as he drank his ale.
“Any idea what Jaskier may be talking about, dove?” He asked, his arm now draped around my chair, his fingers brushing my arm lightly.
“Don't get any smart ide,as Witcher, you're in no place to fuck with a wound like that.” I didn't look at him.
“No one said anything about fucking dove.” That godforsaken nickname made my nipples harden. And my cunt moisten. I finally turned to him, he was inches away from my face. His ale is now on the table. His hand gently cupped my face.
“I’m serious. Even if I wanted to, you cant. It could break the scabs forming.” I couldn't help but lean into his warm rough calloused hand. My hands were similar in feel due to my craft.
“I never mentioned fuking dove, but if you really wanted to. You’d be my first pick.” His lips were inches from mine. My breathing became more erratic at his words, my heartbeat was quickening. He chuckled softly. Inhaling deeply.
“I can not only hear your heart but smell your arousal, my love.” I bit my lip softly and closed my eyes gently. I wanted to, more than anything. But I couldn't just fuck him and ignore the love I felt for the man.
“You’ll leave soon Geralt. And my heart cannot handle it.” It was now or never. I pulled back a little looking in his eyes. “I've been in love with you for many many years. You coming threw and staying when you do is the happiest I am all year, but I know you do not feel the same. I can't fuck you and then watch you leave. You may leave now and never speak-“ I didn't even have the chance to finish my rambling because his lips were pressed to mine. His hands now both on my cheeks. His lips were rough and tasted sweet. It lasted mere minutes. Before he pulled away.
“I will always come home to you, my dove. If you’ll have me.” He said with a smile. My heart was beating faster again. His hands were now holding my own.
“I've never been good with words, but there is a reason I only trust you to tend to my wounds and my swords. You are not just another woman to me. I need you in my life. If you’ll have me, I'll always return to you after every hunt and If I’m needed far, you’ll come with me.” My eyes were welling with tears at his sweet words. It was all I ever wanted him to say. This time I pressed my lips to his. It was softer than before, longer. Full of more passion. More love than any kiss I had ever shared.
“I’ll always take you in your stupid bafoon.” He chuckled softly at my words and leaned back placing his arm around my shoulders again, his eyes scanning the crowd, landing on Jaskier who was singing his least favorite tune. But even the hated song couldn't damper the Witcher’s smile.
“You’ll now need to ask my father for his blessing if you plan to take me with you,” I whispered, nodding my head to the direction of where my father was seated, talking to his companions laughing and joking. Geralt cleared his throat and got to his feet, his fingers laced on my own. He led me through the crowd.
“Mr. Y/L/N?” Geralt asked, his shoulders pressed back as he stood behind my father, his hand not leaving my own. My father turned, saw our hands then the face of the man I was with.
“Geralt!! So good to see y, ou my boy!” He stood and patted Geralt's shoulder.
“How’s the hunt these days?”
“Very good sir, I um... actually have a question for you.” My father smiled and looked at me. Winking.
“What's that lad?” He asked.
“Can I have your blessing to take your daughter's hand in marriage?” I nearly choked on my own spit at his words. My heart is now hammering out of my chest. My cheeks bright red as I squeezed his hand. My father laughed and threw his hands in the air.
“Finally!! A more than worthy suitor for my dear daughter!” The men behind him cheered a few men in the bar looking over eyes burning into Geralt in jealousy.
“You are the only one for my daughter's dear boy. My dear wife Gladdis wouldn’t have been happier. You protect my daughter. With your life. And you have my blessing.” My father stuck his hand out and Geralt let go of mine to shake it.
“I’d die before a hair is harmed on her head, sir.” My father laughed.
“So it will be a wedding in the future! A round on me for everyone!!” The tavern cheered and my father hugged me, kissing my cheek before whispering, “I Told you,my dear. And you thought I was wrong.” I laughed softly and hugged him tightly. An arm wrapped around my hip. Jaskier cheered and started to play a tune on his lute. Geralt bent down his lips by my ear.
“I love you to the moon and back, dove.”
#geralt x you#garalt imagines#geralt x reader#witcher ciri#witcher yennefer#the withcer#geralt#geralt of rivera#imagnes#geralt imagine#geralt fanfic#witcher netflix#geralt x yn
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OKAY FOR THE SHIP ASK!!!!!
lumity
catradora
bubbline
boschlow
eda and that gnc af bard
lilith x odalia????
idk their names but. the guys from sk8
have fun bestie!!!! :) <3
Hahsbebrbnrn ok let’s go!!
Lumity
I love lumity with my whole heart
Catradora
Love those funky little lesbians(may or may not be in love with both of them)
Bubbline
Immortal babes living the dream (marceline kiss me challenge)
Boschlow
I vibe with the opposite colors and opposite personality but the bully x person who was bullied just doesn’t sit right with me
Eda and the gnc bard
Seems kinda cool, I could be down with it, I wanna know more about the bard tho before I fully decide what I think about it
Lilith x odalia
I’m sorry I do not like it, mostly because I hate odalia with a burning passion and while Lilith is trying to get better, odalia is just a straight up bitch
Renga!!
I love them. Also red x blue gays go brrrrrrr. Need me a fucking langa
#thank you for this luci this was super fun!!#I’m sorry this is long I don’t know if there’s a better way to format this#friend tag#asks
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Sad HC for Aatrox and my Selfinsert
This is very long and.. Very sad, so be warned!
I'm not really a writer, so I hope this is alright- I might draw something for this as well... maybe.
What if...
Once again it was time for a new host body for Aatrox. As usual, the bard goes to villages and cities, telling stories about this pretty sword that makes people powerful and immortal. Attempting to lure people towards him, to have him suffer less inside his prison.
But this time, it doesn't go as planned.. A village closest to where Aatrox was located, decided to arrest and put her to jail there. Apparently it was a stupid idea to do the same thing again and again... People started questioning it.
Years pass.
And finally-
Someone is brave enough to approach and touch this sword that's grown into the ground and tree. Surrounded by plants and moss. Aatrox overwhelms and takes them over, finally back to his old glory- Able to move, breathe and be free. Tho also.... Wondering how much time had passed and where his little Mortal was. Looking around, he realized the place looked.... Slightly different. Worn out, aged.
How much time had passed? What had happened to have taken that long... Did his mortal forget about him? Betray him?.. Are they even alive anymore?
The Village nearby... He went over there, taking a good look at it. The village now became a city, but that doesn't stop him from attacking it and searching for his lover- for a trace of her!
He breaks houses to see who's inside- Only to be dissapointed again and again. Growing more frustrated and angered. The bitter thought of having lost her plagueing him- Until he breaks a house which had the jail below it's pretty facade. But to his dissapointment, again she was not here, he just saw one elderly woman. He prepares to squish her into pools of red, when suddenly-
She called out his name.
He hesitated- It was just his imagination- Right?
And then he heard a somewhat familiar melody. It was of his favorite song she used to sing him. The woman bursts out in tears as he recognized it, she saw how his stance changed.
Aatrox' big hand reached out to her, gently putting her into the palm of his hand, moving her closer to his face. Her hair had faded white, grown long to reach her hips.
Tears are streaming down his cheeks now as well.
The woman began to speak, her voice slow and weak.. Was this really the mortal he had been longing for this entire time?
She pressed herself against his face, apologized again and again for not finding him a host, for not getting out of there earlier! There were so many.. She just wasn't strong enough... She tried, but she wasn't strong enough...
Almost 60 years had passed since her capture.
He took her with him, leaving the city to burn down behind them.
When it was a little more quiet, when it was safe again, she began telling him what else had happened. How she never thought she'd see him again. She was so happy now, sobbing uncontrollably to be with him again. Oh, and he hasn't changed one bit! He's still the big powerful darkin she fell in love with back then.
Despite this moment of reunion...
The tears didn't stop pooling from his face.
She felt so light. Her voice and body so weak. He can physically feel his once so energetic and strong lover welt away in his very palm. His little mortal, who he had a single kind of happiness and love for...
He tried enjoying their rejoined time together- She sang for him again, just how she used to back then. Singing his favorite song, late into the night.
Until she fell asleep. Her breaths becoming more shallow.
More silent.
So much, that they went to a halt.
Aatrox hands were shaking. His little mortal, his lover..
His tears began pouring down in endless agony and sorrow at this pain he felt. Choking down his sobs, eternally punished to live with this pain.
Forever
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July 20th 1651 saw the Battle of Inverkeithing.
An army comprising Covenanters and Royalists fighting under the flag of Charles II. For Clan MacLean the slaughter at the battle was particularly horrific - out of the original contingent of 800, some 760 clansmen were killed, including their chief, Sir Hector Ruadh MacLean.
Another battle that was basically a consequence of the English civil war, usually on opposing sides Royalists and Covenanters joined forces to try and stop English soldiers gaining a foothold north of the Fort.
It was during the night or early morning of 16th /17th July 1651 that the troops of Oliver Cromwell’s New Model Army landed on the north shore of the Forth in the vicinity of Inverkeithing Bay. Whilst they had inflicted a heavy defeat on the Scottish army at Dunbar on 3rd September 1650, they had been thwarted by attempts to advance further into Scotland. Cromwell came to the conclusion that Fife was the key and by 20th July, 4,500 of Cromwell’s Parliamentarian force were dug in on Ferry Hills, whilst a Scottish force of a similar size had grouped at Castland Hill.
The threat of Scottish reinforcements coming from Stirling provoked Cromwell’s Parliamentarians to attack and force the Scottish infantry to retreat north towards Pitreavie Castle. On land close to the Castle, the Scottish infantry made a final stand but were soon overwhelmed by the more experienced Parliamentarians who had the additional advantage of cavalry. The Scots suffered heavy losses. This is sometimes known as The Battle of Pitreavie) and was the last major battle of the Wars of the Three Kingdoms in Scotland. From 1652, Scotland was wholly under control of Cromwell’s Protectorate.
In the heat of the battle seven brothers successively sacrificed their lives protecting The McLean clan Cheif, Hector after he sustained a mortal wound.
As each brother fell, they called for another to continue protecting the chief with the words "Fear eile air son Eachuinn," or "Another for Hector." The call for help was answered seven times with the assurance "Bas air son Eachuinn," or "Death for Hector."
The Seven brothers died knowing someone was ready to stand in their place. Despite their protection, Sir Hector did not survive his wounds. "Another for Hector" has become a call to duty and one of the mottos of the Mcleans.
The Annals Of Dunfermline tells us
"A rill", traversing the valley, also called the Pinkerton-burn, ran with blood for several days, and the appearance of the little mounds, or heaps of the slain, resembled a hairst field of stooks* of corpses."
The cairn in the picture was erected on the 350th anniversary of the battle by the Clan MacLean Heritage Trust in 2001 and is on Castle Brae close to Piteavie Castle.
"Another for Eachuinn" was composed in 1894 by Duncan Maclean, Bard to the Clan Maclean Association of Glasgow, for the third annual gathering.
Another For Eachuinn.
Clans from the rugged Highlands, where the antlered stag is seen,
Where the solemn hills in grandeur raise aloft their walls of green,
Where the wild and dashing fountains fling their jewels in the air
Where the lowly hut and shieling guard the virtue passing fair.
Where the eagle from its eyrie looketh down on vales below
Where the beauty of the heather bloometh with a radiant glow,
Where dear mem'ries bright and golden dwell in corrie, glade and glen,
Wreathing with a fadeless glory fearless clansmen of MacLean,
'Tis a story old, my clansmen, yet it thrills me to the core,
And I fain would sing in numbers what our lads have done of yore.
'Tis no idle boast of valor, 'tis no empty tale—in brief—
'Tis a story of devotion of our clansmen for their chief;
For our clansmen, ever loyal to the chieftain of their clan,
Were prepared to rush to battle, win or perish to a man,
And, should ere the slogan echo in our Highland vales again,
All our clansmen, ever ready, still would follow Chief MacLean.
'Twas at Inverkeithing, Hector, some two hundred years ago,
When the god of war was screaming, led his clansmen 'gainst the foe;
With their pibrochs loudly playing, and their banners waving free,
Sure our sturdy Highland clansmen looked the flower of chivalry;
When the war was raging fiercest, and Sir Hector was sore prest,
It was then that seven brothers, all in kilts and sporans drest,
Dow'red the Highlands with a glory all—immortal shall they reign—
Stimulating every clansman, and an honor to MacLean.
Clansmen, how these brothers perished in the thickest of the fight
emblazoned, now in hist'ry, ever wonderful and bright—
How they shielded brave Sir Hector from rough Cromwell's warlike men
Is a proverb and a watchword prized in every Highland glen.
Not a craven heart was 'mid them, as one fell another came,
Proud to fight and die for Hector, while they blessed his honored name,
Seven heroes! noble brothers, though they fell 'twas not in vain—
Dying they but did their duty, and enriched the Clan MacLean.
Clansmen, all those sons were brothers, nurtured at one mother's breast,
Prompted by devotion, gladly 'gainst the hounds of war they prest,
Scorning danger, loving Hector, noble Chieftain of their Clan,
Seven heroes, god-like brothers, fought and fell right in the van.
Proudly did they rush to battle, and tho' grim Death laid them low,
Yet their mem'ries cannot perish while the seasons come and go.
We admire their dauntless valor, and we've thousands in our train
Who would proudly guard our Chieftain, gallant Chieftain of MacLean.
Clansmen from the rugged Highlands, ye all bear an honored name,
Shrined in song and deathless story, blazoned on the scroll of Fame,
And tho' war no more is screaming and peace dwells in every hall,
Emulate your worthy clansmen they but died at Duty's call.
Cherish well our old traditions, guard and shield our honor bright,
Fight and conquer every falsehood, spurn the wrong, cleave to the right,
Keep untarnished all the glory, thrill Sir Fitzroy's heart again
With a fealty all undying for the Chief of Clan MacLean.
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((No-one asked but I’m gonna info-dump about these characters anyway so bUCKLE UP!
I’ll put it under a cut to save the dash tho.))
Michael
Yes, I’ve used his name and face before - sometimes you love a character so much you’ve just gotta recycle them don’t judge me.
He’s a human whose memories were magically stolen from him as a form of torture, and he is cursed with immortality, but only in the form of when he dies, his body is magically broken down and reformed into a new one.
The curse drains literally all his mana, so he’s basically unconscious for 2-3 days each time it happens, and his body always reforms within a radius of the area the curse was first cast in (that being, a locked cage in a now-abandoned fortress halfway across the kingdom, whose grounds he was once magically bound to with runes carved into his skin).
One of the people who first rescued him - a dragon cleric named Velenna - made it her mission to break his curse (because she’s secretly the reason his tormentor was even able to curse him, WHOOPS), but has so far only been able to break the spell that bound him to the fortress grounds.
Michael now lives in Velenna’s basement, and is basically her son.
He works as a part-time server/baker for a local tavern, and is just happy to have a somewhat normal life now.
He is a powerful magic user, but has no contextual knowledge of his spells (he knows them, but can’t remember how or why he knows them).
Is he a bard? Is he a warlock with a missing patron? Nobody knows!
He sings nice and plays the fiddle real good, and has been seen to channel his magic through that, so that’s one point for ‘bard’.
There is a clearly otherworldly tinge to some of his stronger spells, however, so that’s also one point for ‘warlock’.
Can you tell where I’ve put most of my character development budget so far?
He knows that Vashael is a prince, but hasn’t said anything yet.
Vashael
He is a dragon, and a ‘runaway’ prince on the hunt for adventure and also his soulmate.
He isn’t actually a runaway. His parents know exactly what he’s doing, and as long as he returns home now and again, they don’t mind.
He has two siblings - Kemat and Maji - who are the Crown Prince and Princess, respectively, and who handle most of the royal duties outside of their mother’s own.
He first met Michael in a tavern and defended him from a shady patron that was getting violent. As thanks, Michael gave him free (homemade) cake, and Vashael’s friends had to talk him out of asking for a date right then.
Vashael asked for one the next day, anyway.
The relationship between Vashael and Michael is the storybook love-at-first-sight-with-no-strings-attached that I myself want to read so shush.
Vashael is capable of slinging a few spells, but only defensive ones that might allow him to get in closer to his enemy to strike with his sword or fiery breath.
He had a difficult time learning those spells (and does not consider himself ‘studious’ by any means), and has an immense amount of awe and respect for anyone who can cast magic.
He can transform between a human form and his dragon form at will, but doing so takes a lot of energy, so he tends not to use it in combat unless absolutely necessary.
He hasn’t told Michael about his royal heritage, and is a little nervous to.
Naoka
She is a half-elf, half-human cleric who was born to noble parents in the capitol city, and grew up in the shadow of the palace.
Growing up in the heart of the capitol, Naoka recognized Vashael for the prince he was the moment they met, despite his attempts to pass as ‘just your average adventurer’.
She will die before she admits that she cheated in the drinking contest that earned her that first dinner with her now-wife, Haaruma.
She comes across as a kind and gentle soul, which makes it all the more startling when she effortlessly crushes the skull of an enemy.
Naoka was skeptical of Vashael’s sudden lovesickness, and briefly suspected Michael of charming him; however, after getting to know him, she came to change her mind, and realize that Vashael’s behavior was just a side of him she hadn’t seen.
She had to talk Vashael out of asking for a date on the first night, and had to get Haaruma and Bashur to back her up.
Vashael asked anyway, to her chagrin.
When she’s in town, she’ll often go out picking ingredients with Michael - him for his recipes, and her for her potions.
Haaruma
She is a lizardfolk mercenary who never lost a drinking contest until she met her wife (and then again, several years later, when she met Vashael).
She her tongue is often faster than her brain, and those who don’t know her would call her blunt - those who do know her would call her tactless, but usually not malicious.
Despite only knowing each other for a couple of months, she and Michael get along like a house on fire, and when the party is in town, Haaruma knows that she can count on Michael to team up with her for a little harmless fun.
No-one was more excited than Haaruma when the decision was made to ask Michael along for the first time.
She is terrible at keeping secrets; when she discovered that Vashael and Michael were dating on the down-low, Michael had to swear her to secrecy under threat of being turned into a rabbit for a week.
She doesn’t know that Michael can’t actually turn her into a rabbit, but it all worked out in the end.
Bashur
I couldn’t find a minotaur head like I could a cobra head so just pretend that the mask is good enough pls thank.
He’s a retired minotaur war hero who more prefers books and research to blood and glory these days.
He may or may not have been asked by the Queen to ‘keep an eye’ on her adventurous youngest son.
First meetings aside, Bashur genuinely enjoys the companionship he’s found with the group.
Whether he likes it or not, he is the Team Dad.
He and Michael both enjoy baking, and Bashur is more than happy to talk recipes and experiments with him when he’s in town.
Bashur isn’t a native to the kingdom, but the last monarch he swore fealty to was its Queen, so he basically lives there now.
He always talks fondly about things from his homeland - the music, the food, etc. - but he never talks about the people, or his family.
Haaruma suspects that he did something to get banished, but Naoka has convinced her not to ask.
Michael did ask, and Bashur told him the truth. Michael decided not to tell anyone else.
#OOC#Quarantine D&D#((technically NOT a part of the campaign that started the tag))#((but I want to be able to find this easily in six months))#((so under the tag it goes))
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Hi I have so many idea but I'm too lazy to actually write them. Imagine like witcher and mage are actually immortals if nothing kill them they stay alive forever, geralt ciri and yen never died, Jaskier tho died of old age (it broke geralt heart because they where together). So 2020 geralt is waiting to order is coffe in a small place and he hear "Hi my name is julian what is it gonna be" And for the first time in 1000 years he see jaskier again! Maybe its bullshit but I just love this idea!!!
Thank you so much for the awesome request. This was a beautiful idea and I plan on writing more stuff like this.
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Geralt is simply waiting in line at a random coffee shop near his work. He’s running late and the line just doesn’t seem to be moving. Geralt is a college professor and this is not the first time he’s been late to his class.
Finally, the line moves and it’s almost Geralt’s turn to order. He pulls out his phone and looks at the time. He sees a text from Yen asking where he is and that she is waiting for him in his classroom. As he quickly types back a response to her, he doesn’t realize it’s his turn to order.
“Sir? Hello?” The young familiar voice says from behind the counter.
Geralt’s head shoots up and he makes eye contact with beautiful blue eyes. He knows these eyes.
“Hi, my name is Julian! What can I get you today?” Julian smiles at Geralt, patiently waiting for an answer.
Geralt is so awestruck he whispers, “Jaskier?”.
“Jaskier? Is that a secret menu drink I don’t know about?”
Geralt straightens up and sadly smiles at Julian. “Sorry, I thought you were someone I knew. I’ll just have a black coffee.” As he says this, his eyes never leave Julian.
Julian grabs a marker and cup and looks at Geralt. “What’s the name?”
“Geralt.” The white-haired man softly says, making Julian’s heart flutter for some odd reason.
“I’ll get that right to you. Thank you!”
“Don’t I have to pay?” Geralt raises his eyebrow at Julian.
“Don’t worry about it. Have a nice day Geralt.” Jaskier smiles at him before walking away to make Geralt’s coffee.
Geralt can help himself from watching the young man walk away.
He can’t believe he seriously thought the kid was actually Jaskier. Jaskier has been dead for centuries. How could he possibly be here in a small coffee shop? Not possible.
Geralt hears a voice come from near him. The young man is singing. It’s very soft but Geralt can hear it perfectly.
“Toss a coin to your Witcher, oh valley of plenty, oh valley of plenty…” Julian walks back over to the counter and hands Geralt the coffee. “Thank you for coming.”
Before Julian can walk away, Geralt grabs his hand. “Where did you hear that song?” Geralt stares with hope in his eyes.
Julian smiles and completely turns to him. “Would it be crazy to tell you I dreamed of it last night? Lately, I’ve been dreaming of these weird fantasy land stories. It’s always me and some other guy running around. I never see his face though in my dreams, just his hair.” Julian looks up from Geralt’s eyes to the short white hair.
“Hey, I’m running late already, can I have a damn coffee?” A customer near them interrupts them.
“Yes, sorry sir, ill be right there,” Julian responds. He turns back to Geralt, “Again, thank you so much Geralt and I hope you have a nice day.” He pulls away from the warm hand on his. He doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to stop talking to Geralt, doesn’t want him to leave.
Geralt is watching Julian until he gets a phone call and realizes he is really late for work. He waves goodbye and runs out the door.
He finally gets to his class a minute after it starts and he arrives to a very pissed off Yennefer.
“And where the hell have you been?” She whispers to Geralt so the students couldn’t hear. As he sets up his stuff on his desk he leans over and whispers back, “I saw Jaskier.”.
She stares at him, startled. “Jaskier? That bard you used to run around with?” She says annoyingly.
“Yes, that bard. My bard.” Geralt glares at Yennefer before turning and greeting his class with a smile.
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Part 2
#geralt of rivia#witcher geralt#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#Jaskier#jaskier x geralt#ask#send me asks
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Tagged by @darth-felis
Pick your top 10 OTPs without reading the questions.
1) Eskel/Geralt
2)Regis/Geralt
3) Eskel/Lambert
4) Dettlaff/Regis
5) Yennefer/Jaskier
6) Geralt/Jaskier
7) Yennefer/Triss
8) Lambert/Aiden
9) Geralt/Emhyr
10) Eskel/Geralt/Lambert
1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?
That FUCKING bathtub scene, the way Jaskier looks? He looks at his nails almost NERVOUSLY? the way he bends down and looks Geralt right in the eye? The DIALOGUE? good shit
2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?
I'm pretty sure I've read every fic in the tag. Tbh I've read fanfic about all of these.
3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?
Nope! Currently my lockscreen is a pic of kaer morhen and my home is Eskel 🥰
5. Why is 1 so important?
Eskel/Geralt is god tier, it's two people who went through so much together, it's two best friends falling deeper and deeper in love. Its just the BEST. Also I should mention Regis/Geralt is in spot 2 but it's just as good as Eskel/Geralt, the admiration, the understanding, the friendship, it all so good!
6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?
Ajskdl for me personally not really. Like I can't seriously imagine them getting together BUT I've read some fantastic fics. ALSO the kinky sex potential is GR8.
7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?
Eskel/Geralt & Regis/Geralt bbbaaabbbyyy, I think Eskel/Geralt/Lambert is close behind, oh so is Dettlaff/Regis!
8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?
Technically probably Dettlaff/Regis being tied by blood and all that, but you KNOW Eskel/Geralt & Regis/Geralt are close behind
9. How many times have your read/watched 10’s fandom
I'm currently reading the books (I'm almost done with Baptism of Fire) and I'm on my 2nd playthrough of the Witcher 3, I bought 1 & 2 and I'm gonna play them when I'm done. I also love the netflix series which was my First Witcher Media!
10. Which ship has lasted the longest?
Probably Dettlaff/Regis I bet that shit was slow burn to the max, also, ya know, vampires.
11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?
Well, technically, that mountain scene comes off as a break up.
12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?
I don't know, Lambert/Aiden would be fairly competent as witchers, but Regis is basically immortal especially to Zombies.
13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?
Mmmaaayyybbeee? I imagine it started when they were younger so they probably were sneaking around Tissaia and the other girls. But other than that I don't think so? Unless they're in a backwater village
14. Is 4 still together?
Depends how you play Blood & Wine, in my version, yes
15. Is 10 canon?
If Sapkowski and CDPR weren't cowards
16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?
Ajskdgkgl god that would be hell. I'm assuming Dettlaff/Regis cus immortal vampires bbbaaabbbyyy, tho if regis sided with Geralt....
17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?
Yeah probably, I doubt Geralt would based on his behavior in the books, honestly he'd probably find it hot. Istredd would definitely try to scare off Jaskier citing him as "too immature" and that he's always sleeping around so he could NEVER devote himself to Yen and ALSO he's a boring BARD and then Jaskier would hit him over the head with his lute and go get pegged by Yen.
18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?
What does this even mean. They're fictional relationships, and none of them are morally wrong, so just chill out.
19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?
Akskfl I would if it existed. They're are like 3 pieces of fanart and that's IT
20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?
Geralt/Emhyr I doubt it would happen in the first place and if it did it wouldnt end well.
Anybody who wants to do this, it's totally cool to say I tagged you ✌
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Hail and well met stranger! Can I please have the chocobros playing D&D? Thanks, love ya! ❤
I did it. It’s a shitpost, but it’s done. I don’t know too much about DnD so forgive me, cruel world.
Headcanons: The Bros, Cor, Luna, and Ravus Playing D&D
Listen
It was Prompto’s idea. The whole damn thing.
“Hey guys, omg, i have the best idea…”
Noctis agreed. So therefore they had to do it, of course
Let’s get some shit laid down:
Ignis is the DM. He doesn’t want to do it, but Noctis makes him ‘cause no one else can fucking do it
Cor is invited (he comes ‘cause he thinks it’s a legitimate meeting), Ravus is invited (he, too, thinks it’s a legitimate meeting and so he does not come because fuck Noctis), Luna’s invited and comes (much to Noctis’ excitement), and Iris wants to come but Gladio doesn’t let her
Gladio doesn’t take any of it seriously at all, he just fuckin dicks around the whole time as a fucking female dwarven bard named Ignia (named after Ignis, “Out of respect”, he claims)
Prompto gets really fuckin into it, my god, he even starts to change his dialect and voice
Oh he plays as a wise cleric btw, wants to be as helpful to the party as possible
Noct? He plays as a super cool elven rogue and constantly goes back and forth between trying to impress Luna and trying to fuck up Ignis’ campaign (which is near impossible btw, cause he has a 127 paged plan with mini plans for when they do fuck up the plot)
Gladio and Noct team up to dick around half the time, but Prompto whines at them to “play it right” and Luna always backs him up cause she actually wants to play, much to everyone’s surprise
She’s an Elven Paladin btw, and gets very, very into character
If any of the bros so much as do a single bad thing she gets P I S S E D
Now… Cor
He doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t know why he’s there. He wants to go home; it’s his first non-overtime evening in months and now he’s stuck in Prompto’s apartment eating cheeto puffs and being a nerd. Any lesser man would have cried, but Cor’s face is hard and devoid of any emotion. He keeps saying, “I’ve only got a few more minutes.” but it’s been three hours and he does like those cheeto puffs…
When he’s asked to make his character, he makes the most basic human warrior in the world
“Great, Mr. Immortal sir! What’s his name???” Prompto still remains excited
“… Cor.”
The whole room is silent and Prom wishes he could be disappointed but tbh, no one expected anything different from Cor
Ignis does his best to keep them all on track, but after four hours and 27 mixed drinks later, he just fucking goes with their dumbass ideas
Gladio drinks so much beer that he gets drunk off his ASS
Noctis would be drunk off his ass, but Cor doesn’t let him have any more than three beers
Prompto is drunk off his ass and Cor is forced to limit his drinking after one shot of vodka and the last sip of Gladio’s beer (Prom’s kind of a lightweight)
Cor would also be drunk off his ass, but he’s scared of what would happen should he give in to alcohol due to his regret (of being there that night)
The room is full of bowls of chips and candy and there are more litres of soda than anyone can count
Gladio also has the great idea of dragging the sofa over to the dining table so they can“play in maximum comfort”
Gladio also sheds his shirt so he can “play in maximum comfort” (that’s his excuse for everything)
Luna almost leaves after an hour because Ravus shows up saying she shouldn’t be around such drunk filth alone, only to be thrust into the campaign with the rest of them
Within the hour, Ravus is drunk off his ass alongside them and plays as a halfling sorcerer named Samwise who likes to cook potatoes
So at this point we have: Ignis (who is starting to drink vodka from a bottle), Gladio (who’s shitfaced and doing everything in his power to fuck up the game), Noctis (who’s half asleep and also trying to fuck up the game), Luna (who’s doing her best to save the game and have fun), Prompto (who regrets suggesting the game and offering his place to play it), Ravus (who originally didn’t want to be there and is shitfaced), and Cor (who also doesn’t want to be there but could not get shitfaced)
Eventually, Cor lets Noctis and Prompto drink again while he starts taking shots
In another hour, everyone but Luna is a bit more than tipsy
By this point, Ignis is drunkenly and emotionally winging the campaign (his 127 pages are no use at this point)
Cor is smiling and laughing
Gladio is actually trying to play the game seriously, even tho he’s drunk and is struggling to process everything that happens in the plot
Ravus drunkenly makes out with Ignis, and Ignis, also drunk af, merely adjusts his glasses and tells Ravus to buy him dinner first (Ravus then orders pizza, pays for it, and wins over Ignis’ heart like in Harvest Moon and Stardew Valley)
The campaign is absolute trash at that point
The only distinguishable thing is a pissy ogre that rides a dragon and writes crappy romance novels for middle aged women to make up for his lack of a love life
Ignis never knows what he’s saying, Gladio’s entire existence is beer and that one math calculation meme, Ravus continues to make moves on Ignis, Cor is having a great time and actually laughing and smiling, Noctis has already passed out, Prompto is crying, and Luna tries to comfort Prompto
Despite the chips, candy, pizza, soda, and alcohol, they all pass out around 5 in the morning (even tho Noct already is passed out)
Ravus drunkenly tucks Luna into bed (in Prompto’s bed btw) and falls asleep on the floor outside the same room (he would later claim it was to make sure no one got in)
Prompto crashes under the table while holding onto a pillow that smells like beer and regret
Gladio and Cor have a fight over the couch at one point. When they wake up, neither one of them know what happened, but Cor has a busted lip on the couch while Gladio wakes up in the bathtub with a black eye
Ignis had fallen asleep in an armchair, but oddly enough his glasses are found in the fridge and he only has one shoe on
Noctis is still sitting in his seat at the table, face resting on the gameboard and arms cushioning his head
Iris, being the little devil she is, wakes them up at 8 AM on the dot by loudly banging on the front door
She knows they were up drinking late and she knows they’re pissed about waking up so early with hangovers, but she also knows they fucking deserve it for leaving her out (although she does apologize to Luna and Noctis)
#ffxv#prompto argentum#Noctis Lucis Caelum#gladiolus amicitia#ignis scientia#lunafreya nox fleuret#ravus nox fleuret#cor leonis#ffxv prompto#ffxv noctis#ffxv ignis#ffxv gladio#final fantasy xv#this is my best friend who requested this so#thanksbabe#now this exists and i feel regret
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So we ended up getting a lot of asks! Which honestly was fun as hell. However, I don’t want to spam our followers with 30+ posts, so, instead I’m making this.
mixolydian98 said:My OC is a misomaniac college professor who was transformed into a grotesque monster by an evil sorceress.
My OC Bor was cursed to live as a beast by a bunch of angry forest spirits -Ven My OC Ursa was cursed to be a werebear-Chris/p>
Anonymous said:My OC is an edgy, beatnik unicorn in a turtleneck sweater.
The closest thing I have is Priscilla, Sunan, and Hala are also very edgy -Ven My OC Cadence wears a sweater his husband made and tells edgy poetry -Chris
djdashieticktock said:My OC (Yesman) is a smelly rotting boi who needs to take a bath and chill on preforming necromancy
1. that’s a mood and 2. Priscilla is the result of necromancy -Ven My OC Beckett is a necromancer who wants to become a lich -Chris
Anonymous said:My OC is a mutated bunny who is a great mother.
My OC Dryn isn’t mutated but he is a great father! -Ven My OC Adrien is a great father and husband!
Anonymous said:I made my OC super trope-y because cringe culture is shit. She’s a witch with dark skin, bright blue eyes, and pink/magenta hair. She’s a bubbly baby who trains dragons for a living and I love her. Fight me Cus I’m having fun with her!
She sounds fun as hell! My OC Nelsis is a beast tamer who loves space and has a dragon (along with a plethora of other beasts that seem very intimidating but actually just act like dogs) -Ven Cringe culture is shit she sounds really cool! My OC Nimbus has naturally pink hair and she designed her hella mechanical wheelchair after a dragin she saw once -Chris
cyrokinetic-iceman said:One of my OCs is named Rory and he’s an Irish maid for Sean Cassidy from the xmen. he had long, frizzy red curls and is more freckles than man. He’s tall and bony with very pale skin. He’s a hemophiliac but also has mutant powers that allow him to take the energy (and in fatal enough cases life force) from organic life forms and he later discovers he can also enhance their energy and life force. He’s very shy but friendly and likes to bake and cook
Priscilla can take people’s life force (well really the demon that’s with her can but whatever) -Ven My OC Orion has a lot of freckles and red hair but he is trash at cooking -Chris
Anonymous said:My gay OC Steven had his arms ripped off by a demon, after breaking up with said demon.
Wow.. hmm.. My OC Tarryn only has two limbs because of an explosion -Ven My OC Nimbus lost use of her legs after being shoved out of a very tall tree by a schoolmate -Chris
PHANTASYMIST SAYS:my oc practices forbidden magic because of hunger for knowledge
my OC EcC0 is a hellish combination of magic and failed technology and he accidentally made himself and his friends immortal through a series of experimental magic and glitches -Chris
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My Oc is possessed by the spirit of a Samurai and is immortal because of this. She also owns her own City Apartment building and lives in one of her apartments, she even rooms with one of her tenants
My OC Shelby lives in the top room(home??) of the Penthouse her family owns and accidentally became a Naiad’s sugar momma -Chris
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My oc Icarus is the child of Aphrodite but gave up on finding love for themself.
My OC Darcy is a demi-god who always forgets that he passed down his powers to his 6 year old until she starts telepathically throwing his circus group around when having a tantrum -Chris
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My Oc Alex attracts portals to a different world and goes through them in order to close them. She knows a bunch of survival skills because of how often she goes and stays there, especially cause there aren’t any civilizations in the other world.
My OC Ken is a dimention hopper who accidentally got stuck in time jail with three alternate universe versions of his friend Angel -Chris
Uuh… my OC Bor knows a bunch of survival skills cause for a while he was a human living in the forest -Ven
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My OC Regalius is an 2000ish year old immortal who manages to screw up every relationship he has.
My OC Felix used to be dating an ex war goddess until she tried to leave him for dead (the other gods called her out on her bullshit) -Chris
I have an immortal OC Bor, he never gets into any relationships he just kind of sits in the forest and makes stew and helps lost travelers and protects the forest -Ven
THAT-AWKWARD-FANGIRL-270 SAYS:One of my OC’s is Ethan, he’s about half French and a gay trans boy and I love him so much and he’s also an adorable book nerd and has like a hundred thousand siblings (jk but there’s Lots and everyone is good at braiding like trust me sleepovers there are The Bomb) I love him
My OC Wesley is a french american who’s half succubus and owns a giant library, he’s also a necromancer -Chris
Uuh… I have a gay Hawaiian war vet named Jeremiah with like 9 siblings -Ven
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My OC Locke is the headmaster of a guild and he’s also dating another guy also named Locke who tried to steal his money once
My OC Cyrus met his first boyfriend while doing a stickup -Chris
Well… my OC Xaro first met Cinder when Cinder tries to steal his stuff? They’re not dating or anything tho Xaro literally ends up adopting him -Ven
BUNNIKKILA SAYS:My OC is a member of the HEMA Alliance! Her dream is to open her own fencing school, as most of the schools in her immediate area focus on Olympic fencing.
My OC Telly fences in his spare time and is teaching his boyfriends daughter how to -Chris
My OC Cinder loves fencing and is very good at it, but didn’t actually get to start until he was 15! -Ven
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My OC took Tae Kwon Do as a tween. She was one belt away from getting the black belt (highest rank), but financial issues made her have to quit.
My OC Poppy knows Capoeria -Chris
I have an OC who gets to the 7th dan of Judo by age 14 -Ven
ANONYMOUS SAYS:I have an OC based off the planet Neptune….her name is Neptune.(I know, real original name :/ )
I named my OC Castor after Pollux and Castor since I wanted a constellation name and I’m a Gemini -Chris
I have an OC named Snow White -Ven
REMEMBER-THERAIN SAYS:my OC Stevie is a 14-year-old aromantic/pansexual bounty hunter who travels the galaxy with her robot Lux :))
Oh cool!! My OC Dryn is also pan and sometimes does bounty hunting, he also travels a lot -Ven
my OC Castor ran away from home at 15 and is now one of the most renowned Space travelers of his species -Chris
DRAGONIANGIRL SAYS:My OC Nimladrie is a cleric of a drunk god that accidentally swore a blood oath but she can’t remember for what or to whom.
My OC Beckett accidently became a cult leader because he thought it was a Bards club -Chris
((Amazing)) Well uh… the closest thing I have is my oc Priscilla has blood contracts with like a shitton demons/daemons/etc
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My oc Yilim is… well. To plainly state it he one ugly ass mofo.
My OC Scrib is just,,,,, literally a poorly drawn doodle, i usually draw him left handed -Chris
My main OC Tarryn is also considered ‘ugly’, another OC I have is unarguably ugly because his face is literally a deer skull -Ven
ATQEVALE SAYS:My OC Matisse wears a really freaking ugly salmon colored hoodie to school every day and my other OC Sparrow has a crush on her in spite of this
My OC The Boy has no fucking clue what fashion is and neither does his mom Ursa (he’d get it from his dad to if he wasn’t a giant Stag) -Chris
Uhhh… my OC Mike is colorblind and until he memorizes his wardrobe he has to ask people he lives with what color the stuff he’s wearing is?? It led to an Outfit Disaster a couple of times -Ven
WEARETHERUSSIANTWINS SAYS:My oc Hayley Williams (aka Sailor Aries) has schizophrenia and ADHD
My OC Finch has ADHD to! -Chris
My OC Mike has ADHD(a few others do as well but I haven’t hashed that out yet) -Ven
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My OC Janice comes from a planet with pink water, and secretly prefers it over earth water.
My OC Scravenlay comes from a world that is mostly covered in turquoise freshwater that is extremely buoyant -Chris
ANONYMOUS SAYS:My oc Vlansen forgot all about his past and is in love with a hallucination!
My OC Cadence woke up in the middle of a battlefield with no memory of what side they were on and they later married the soldier who found them! -Chris
ANONYMOUS SAYS:i have so many OCs. But my mains are a Schizophrenic ex-hitman who runs a daycare and a half alien-human hybrid that has the ability to control plants and crystals ;v;b
My OC Brin is a (retired later in the story) Rebel Leader with a softspot for kids and animals and my oc Scravenlay was supposed to be the king of his species/people but decided he preferred to be an adventurer after an assassination attempt -Chris
Well… the closest I have is an assassin who also has a soft spot for kids? -Ven
THE-TINY-KRAVIST SAYS:My OC, Binary, is an android who is terrified of water!
My OC Rhys is a self made android (makes more sense in context of the story) who runs a roller rink -Chris
My OC Mike is terrified of water. He’s not an android he just can’t swim -Ven
ANONYMOUS SAYS:my oc has a brand on her left side right below her heart from where she forced to fight in an arena
One of my OCs used to have something like that, now the closest I have is Tarryn has a lot of scars from fights!
-Ven
My OC Beckett has a lot of scars after the gang who owned him tried to kill him for trying to escape - Chris
ECHOING-NIGHT SAYS:My OC iasi is claustrophobic.
My OC Beckett tries to fit into small spaces when he gets nervous or scared -Chris
My OC Xaro is also claustrophobic! -Ven
ANONYMOUS SAYS:Uh my OC is a detective in the 1940’s
My OC Lost was a private investigator until he got possessed (this is close enough right?) -Chris
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i saw only a few draws of yanya but i want to know more about him :
kicks the door in WELL my friend ur in LUCK bc i have a LOT of shit abt yanya to talk abt
let’s kick it off with his backstory SHALL WE
so ! yanyas a lil kitsune boi raised in a little village in the outskirts of karnosea on famia, we dont have a name for it yet its not important w/e ANYWAY
he was BORN in a bigger town in central karnosea which i also dont have a name for but its also not important, what IS important is that he was a happy lil gremlin for most of his little babby years until he hit about elementary school where all the other kids’ parents started teaching them to be racist towards orcs and kitsunes and lizardfolk n shit! so they started being little shits towards him. which made him not like being in fox shape around them anymore. or in general.
so when his mums, shiranuit, a kitsune barbarian, and resnerina, a half-orc witch, were like “fuck that shit,” they moved away to that much smaller settlement, made up almost Entirely of rarer races like catfolk and wyvaran, and also orcs and ogres and stuff yea
and things were p alright! yanyas mums love him Very Much ok i love them and i love him and they all love each other. shiranuit works as a weaponsmith, and resnerina works as a luthier. so when u mashed their work together, u got yanya, a skald, or Basically a rage bard, who makes all his weapons and instruments, bc he makes his weapons into instruments, and vice versa.
his first weapon in game was a heavy mace that doubled as a guitar! it was crafted from metal ofc but its body was in the shape of a cow skull bc that shit’s metal. on one side was the guitar all strung up, and on the other he’d flip it around and it’s just Covered in spikes for him to beat the shit out of whatever 8)c
he uses his music to express himself. even with cure and mending magic, destroying things and lashing out and being aggressive all the time doesn’t make him feel good, so he’ll usually just turn to screaming out some sick tunes instead. his music’s very important to him.
moving back to early life however! he moved on through school pretty easy. i mean. not Entirely too easily bc the boy’s dumb as a brick so w/e he just. he didnt flunk out at the very least ok Cs get degrees anyway
and when he was abt.. 16, 17, he met ash! his first..and Only girly friend who’s also a kitsune, and a gunslinger! between the two of them, she’s kind of.. the ‘brains’ but. even then she’s not like, super smart. it’s just.. not hard to be smarter than yanya w/ that sweet 7 WIS and 10 INT score lmfao. she’s plenty clever tho!
around this time yanya and ash didn’t go to school, they travelled around their local part of karnosea causing a little trouble here and there bc well. they’re of chaotic alignment. however! chaotic good alignment, so they really only gave hell to..racists 8) .. bc fuck em
the thing is though, while yanya had two mums that loved him a lot, ash didn’t. she had one mum that sucked a bunch and constantly berated her, and yanya knew, it was partially why they spent so much time just carting around wildly, having fun, bc yanya knew she deserved better!
as a side note, karnosea is neighboring artorias, which is the Big Capital of famia, where Queen Azaroa has opened a bard college! probably the best and most chattered abt all over the world tbh. you can bet yanya’s heard of it by now, being as musically inclined as he is, and has always sort of dreamed of going there.. but shit, he and his fam ain’t making that kind of money, lmfao
but! it just so happens, as rumors say, there’s a new scholarship surfacing, offered specifically to members of more. rare races, such as kitsunes! yanya can’t lie about his interest being piqued..
but the thing was, from 16 going on 18, he was sort of perfectly happy and content just travelling around like a rascal with ash, because they were best friends!! and having fun!! and without yanya, he thought ash would be all alone with her fuckin mean ass mum!! he didn’t want that, and also that bard college is probably overrated anyway, whatever..
ash’s mum isn’t having any of it, wtf ash is happy??
the second ash and yanya get back home from whatever little bout of travel they were on, ash’s mum goes on a tirade at ash about how she’s dragging yanya down and holding him back, how she’s not good enough for him, etc.. so ash panics, because she knows he isn’t going to leave her unless she makes him never wanna see her again.
so! that same day, ash tells yanya about. how she’s been cheating on him the whole time. laughs in his face. tells him he should’ve expected it, kitsunes are known for being tricksters, liars after all!
he’s heartbroken.. so he leaves for artorias in a shocked daze probably not a full 12 hr later
and he gets accepted to the college!
ofc being kinda poor and rough around the edges, it’s not without it’s fair share of. snooty ass rich kids being assholes, which is whatever. turns out tho, some of those rich kids are from karnosea! so because yanyas as subtle as an airhorn, rumors about him not being human spread. guess who gets to deal with racist school peers all over again! yaaaay
it’s not totally bleak, though. at college yanya met jonavahn, neyla, pazzoch, and a bunch of the other rare-race scholarship kids and they all form their own little nestled group of friends :’>
soo because yanya’s fuckin shit at like, learning, he like, does kind of piss poor in all the actual study-centric classes lmfao. but! he’s fantastic at the physical side of things–he excels with playing instruments and melee fighting, because it’s less read-a-book-and-study and more muscle memory and physical training and practice, ofc. he just barely graduated bc getting half amazing grades and half shitty grades only balances out to so much, but dAMMIT HE DID IT
so when he graduates, he goes back home for a little bit. im sure while he was at college, he managed to visit his mums back at karnosea for a little bit on breaks, but. just the idea of going back to karnosea, just knowing that. it’s where ash was. it made it a lot harder in practice than it was in theory for him lmfao.
but being back home, getting to see him mums again! it makes him really happy! because his mums love him a lot !!! and love and support him a shit ton!! they’re so proud! look at their son that graduated from the artorian queen’s bard college! holy shit!!
yanya realizes sometimes that he takes his mums for granted.. they’ve always been there to makes him feel like everything’s ok. and they do a damn good job of it!
a fun fact! lershe, my old incompetence quest 1 character, is a half-orc monk–by the end of iq1, he became a lycanthrope (this was in dnd 3.5, so monks could still get infected by lycanthropy), and also a lvl 30 minor deity lmfao
lershe was separated from his dad, who was raising him on his own, at a v young age. at the end of iq1, lershe sought him out, found him again, and found out that he’d started a new family with a new wife! and tbh lershe met his mum in iq1 he could not be happier for his dad lmfao. but they have a daughter! so lershe has a little half-sister! and that little half-sister is resnerina!
because lycanthropes and kitsunes share a sort of similar ability in changing shape ya kno yeah, when yanya was a little kid, lershe was still “alive” as a mortal half-orc (lershe put off accepting that he was an immortal deity for a long time) and. was a big inspiration for yanya, naturally. these kids and people were giving him shit for being able to change shape into something that resembled an animal, but his uncle lershe can do it to, and HE’S a god!! so whatever!!
anyway so iq2 started off by all the characters running into each other in a little town in karnosea and some shit abt a cave off the outskirts of town getting ransacked by mercenaries or smth, idr
a little before then our DM said txeru and yanya were going to enter town together, and aria and karrina were going to enter town together, and we could come up w/ whatever reason why they’d end up together so txeru and yanya met first actually, just outside on town in a little tavern where they. probably got into a little scuffle just bc bar fights are fun. who cares. its fine.
its ironic bc right now, in game, txeru and yanya are fucking pissed at each other! and its great. the drama is clearing my skin. my crops are prospering.
basically txeru is a kasatha, an alien race not native to famia, and he’s come to famia trying to hide from two .. sort of alien police that’re after him for all the petty crimes he’s done. thing is, these two Very Specific alien cops are after him because. he kinda. was romantically involved with Both of them, one being his partner in crime and the other being of kasathan royalty–when he was backed into a corner and about to get caught he kind of ditched his partner and left the noble out high and dry so they’re both PISSED at him
they recently made their way to famia and found txeru, and after we TURNED TAIL AND RAN THE FUCK OFF from them, txeru explained his story
having his heart fucking shattered by ash, yanya kinda wasn’t super happy to find out txeru was a heart-shattering asshole himself!
so he DECKED HIM IN THE FACE and hadn’t spoken a kind word to him in like, a week
NOW they’re talking, it’s just. every word they say to each other is some variant of “fuck you” and atm we’re waiting for a boiling point to hit to see if they’ll kiss and make up or if they’re just gonna have to hate each other! 8) im so excited
meanwhile this entire time, we’re level 10 right now. so half way to the capstone level 20.
yanya still hasn’t formally revealed that he’s a kitsune to anyone in the group. but! as i said. the boy’s subtle as a brick thrown through a window. he’s slipped up enough times in his human disguise for just about everyone in the party to catch just a little something being off about him, but since most of the party is from artorias, away from the rarer races of karnosea, not everyone knows what a kitsune is
BUT we HAVE met a kitsune in game! madame fouxy (blame my dm for that name), but even then she only shifted from an actual fox shape to anthro fox shape, not to human shape. so they’re still unaware that kitsunes can even do that atm, meaning yanya’s ruse is hanging on by a thread lmfao
he’d just come out and say it bc he’s well aware everyone’s probably seen through him by now, but. it’s suppose to be a secret. knowing that everyone knows doesn’t make him wanna tell it, it makes him wanna convince everyone they’re wrong, even though they’re right, and he doesn’t like lying ,and if everyone’s already figured it out already, then he’s not doing a good job at keeping his own damn secrets, which freaks him out, and… etc
yanya’s favorite colors are red and blue, his favorite food is smoked rabbit, he’s 6′2″ flat on his heels in human shape, but he’s wearing stilettos bc he’s use to toe walking in fox-shape, which usually puts him up to about 6′4″, 6′5″..
he’s got a shit ton of muscle, and he eats a lot to keep up his energy! so he has his fair share of fat w a soft belly. he weighs probably anywhere from 250-300 bc im not good w weights lmfao
he has a total of.. 14 piercings, four on each ear, one on each eyebrow, two on his lips, one on his nose, and one on his tongue, almost all of which he got at the bard college lmfaoo
atm at level 10, he has 5 tails! only one spell-like ability from them, however, which is disguise self.
he knows how to sew!
he has a fear of mirrors and heights.
it’s less a ‘fear’ and more. he doesn’t like looking at himself in the mirror, practically can’t stand it when he’s in human shape. seeing his human face all he can think is “liar, liar, liar” because that’s not his ‘real’ face. seeing his fox face he’s only reminded how much fewer people would rather see him this way. if he has to, he’ll much prefer looking at his fox face, however.
AND I THINK..THAT MAY JUST COVER IT..if it’s not everything it’s Pretty close, and if i come up w anything new ur probably gonna see me draw it at some point LMFAO
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