Damian: Here is book with 100 and 1 instruction on how to look after Drake, because he's an imbecile that has less will to live than an orchid. Also if you harm him in any way I will make sure that your demise is long and painful

Bernard: Nice

Are you still taking Drabble prompts? If so ⚔️ and amarië please? I love ur war of wrath stuff!!

this turned out a bit longer! hope you'll enjoy :)

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"Arafinwë!"

Finarfin straightened and looked up from the trench. He could hardly see anything but a blue sky from down there.

"Arafinwë!" the voice drew closer. Finarfin put his showel aside, wiping his hands at his robe, and sighed.

"Your majesty!" the voice finally called, and Finarfin lifted his face. He blinked, surprised, and then smiled.

"Amarië!" he grinned. The woman was looming on the edge of a trench, faint smile on her lips. "What a surprise! How come?"

"Get up here first, your Majesty. I have wasted too much time already looking for you through your whole damn camp."

Finarfin got out of the trench quickly, and looked at Amarië. "You should have talked to Deldhineth," he said, seeing his captain a few steps away. They crossed eyes, and there was despair in Deldhineth's gaze for a second (she didn't tell me - i don't know who she is - i'm not made for these things - sir why am i doing this); he turned back to Amarië. "She would have shown you the way."

"Deldhineth was very lovely, yes. Though she was mostly confused, as I didn't care to introduce myself," she looked at the woman apologetically. "I was in a hurry."

"This is Amarië, Deldhineth," Finarfin said, and Deldhineth nodded her head slowly, eyes still lingering on the woman with suspicion. "My named daughter and future daughter-in-law."

"I am also a messenger," Amarië added, and her face became serious. "About that. I bring news, Arafinwë. Good or bad, that is up to you."

Finarfin felt the bliss of a kind summer day (so rare these times!) wither momentarily. He straightened. "We shall discuss them in my tent, then. Let's go. I'll show the way."

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"A letter from Elulindo Olwion, first."

Finarfin skimmed through the letter, set it aside. "There's nothing of vital information, I will read it later. Next?"

"From your daughter," Amarië said, handing him the envelope. Her hands were already reaching for the new letter. "Though I think you would want to take a look at Prince Ingwion's message. The situation on frontlines changed drastically."

Finarfin froze, refrained from opening Galadriel's letter. He glanced over Ingwion's hurried writing.

There was a second of tense silence. Then, Finarfin jerked his head.

"Deldhineth," he ordered sharply. "Call a briefing. In commandment's tent, in half an hour. Make sure everything's ready."

"Yes, sir."

Amarië watched as the woman left the tent. Finarfin was rereading the letter, his face grim.

"If this proves true, we'll need a major change of plans," he finally said, and Amarië nodded absently. "What are you thinking?"

Amarië shook her head. "It was such a beaitiful spring on my ride here," she said. "I was in hurry, but the sun was kind, and the skies were blue. For a second there, I dreamed that no blood would be spilled as long ad the sun shines this bright and birds chirp that merry."

"This place had been peaceful, too," Finarfin sighed. "You were not the only one who hoped."

"Hope is a fool's affair. Do you want me to be at the meeting?"

"There's no need. You should rest. Tonight you shall ride again, as soon as we come to an agreement."

Amarië sighed, and for a second there, Finarfin saw just how tired she was - just how much the life of a messenger wearied her, how much constant travels and fights and meetings left their mark. Then, she shook her head, and a collected careless facade was back. "Very well," she said. "I'll rest, then. Tell me how to find the kitchens first, though..."

The birds were chirping merrily, and the sun was shining kindly. The war was on its very peak.

Instead of being treated as monsters, after one of them (Kurama) accidentally saves a village it’s spread the word that the bijuus are actually NATURE GODS. They even have temples dedicated to adore them and you better don’t even think on hunt them down or the clans who live close to their dens would chase you to the end of earth for try to harm their deities. The Uzumaki are clearly Kurama followers and Mito’s seem almost as a deity herself for being able to hold a relationship of mutual respect with the grumpy fox.

The Uchiha and Senju, specially Hashirama and Madara, think they´re crazy. They literally have a living creature made of chakra within their grasp and instead of try to use their power for themselves they protect it from other clans cause they believe it’s a kind of God (Meanwhile on the background Tobirama’s trying to decide which one of their enemies would be the best offering to Matatabi). And then after Hashirama starts courting Mito he gets a visit of her grumpy and furry friend which proceed to give him The Showel Talk™

So here is another new Showdown Bandit OC I made, her name is Vivian Webb and she is a Bartender. She is about 24 years old, she uses a a pink gun (like this www.turners.com/daisy/daisy-pi… but it's more powerful) to shoot at bandits trying to rob her off her money or alcohol.  She's gets along very well with Faceless (she was Faceless' second best friend in my AU, despite Faceless being a bandit), she's also very good friends with Penny Hemsworth, Doc Carver, Miss undertaker (kinda), Dorothy, Mother Dove, Finnley,  Corbin Croc, Carrie Lanscaster, Maude Galloway, Fannie Richmond, Vincent Greers and Myra Yates, Myra is Vivian's girlfriend. She is slightly taller than Miss Undertaker (in my AU).(btw when she first came to Showdown Valley after she was made she didn't have her tail or fangs hidden) Backstory: When Vivian was made she didn't have parents and not really a childhood either because she was built by the puppeteers and place into her box, she was around a teenage age when she was built (so around seventeen years old). Her box sat with all the others but...Vivian was the only one who was stuck inside her box, she did try to break free of it but found that it was almost impossible to open the box door from the inside. She waited for days, wondering if anyone would come and get her out of the dark, compacted space she was in. Four days had gone by until Vivian was finally freed, a young Lorelei Undertaker had somewhat coincidentally walked through the area, searching around for something in the area. Poor Vivian watched from inside her box as Lorelei hadn't quite noticed that there was an unopened box with the young teen locked inside, then... Viv couldn't handle it anymore. She slammed her arm against the door of the box with as much room the tight fitting box would let her, it wasn't very loud but it was definitely enough for Lorelei to here her. "hello?" the undertaker called out, looking in the direction of where the sudden noise came from. It was when Miss undertaker finally spotted an unopened box, the dark haired puppet made her way over to the box, "huh! how did I not see this here before?" Lorelei muttered to her, "well...I have been here for days, I don't think anyone else has come through here..." Vivian spoke up, causing the darker-haired puppet to step back a bit. "wait...are you...one of those newly built puppets?" the young undertaker questioned, "uuh...I guess?" the grey and pink haired puppet replied. That was all it took, suddenly Vivian's box was open, this caught young Vivian off guard and she tumbled right out of the crammed box and onto the cold wooden ground underneath head first. She groaned in pain and sat up, "hey, do you mind telling me before you go doing tha-" Vivian lifted her head up to Lorelei to see the blade of a shovel meters away from her face, causing her to jolt and fall back. Vivian's eyes widen as Lorelei held her silver bladed shovel close to her neck, the darker haired female narrowed her eyes down at her, "I don't think I should trust you very much, not after what happened the last time!" Lorelei growled in a ill tempered manner as Young Vivian was backed up against her own open box. "w-wait! please...I-I don't understand what you want!" Vivian shrilled, her tail curling up around her feet, her whole body shook as she stared up at Lorelei, the shovel being brought close to her neck as the dark-haired female's eyes narrowed down at her. Tears welled up at the corner of Vivian's blood red eyes and closer her eyes, this caused the undertaker's anger to soften as she stared down at grey and pink haired female, she hadn't expected that kind of reaction from the long-fanged female. Lorelei sighed as she pulled her shovel away from Vivian's neck, the fanged female's eyes open slowly as she stared up at the dark haired female, fear and confused on her face as tears dripped from her eyes. Viv saw Lorelei put her shovel away and suddenly bend down in front of her, this caused the fanged female to scuttle backward to where she hit the back of the inside of her own box, the dark haired female slowly made her approach toward her. It was then the fanged female thought it was the end for her, Lorelei had to her backed up against her own box with no where to run, her eyes stared up at Lorelei as she was very close to where poor Vivian was balled up. But...Lorelei had put her hand out to Vivian, "you're...you're not like the others, you don't act like em'...", the grey and pink haired puppet looked at the dark haired puppet's hand, unsure if she should trust her words, she turned her head away because of how unsettled she was. Lorelei realized that she would have to do more to earn back some sort of trust from the fanged female as saw how her tail lightly curled around her feet, there was a few moments of silence before Lorelei gave Vivian an apology for the way she acted out on her. This kinda gave Viv some assurance but she was still scared, but... after a few moments of hesitation she finally took the undertaker's hand and was pulled up from the ground by the dark haired female. They both had a talk through and ended up clearing things up, both of them going separate ways. Quite a few years had gone by (she was about twenty one), she had already learned how to fend for herself, she ended up getting her own small home, she had go and opened her own bar to earn a living and accomplished a few other things in her life like making new friends and even met Myra. She ended up falling for Myra and so did Myra, in the end they became a couple.  (sorry if this backstory didn't show too much detail) She likes: Dancing, doodling in notebooks, sketching out new ideas for her bar, making her own alcohol for her bar, keeping her bar open to anybody (even bandits, but she makes sure they don't steal or don't pay for drinks), talking and communicating with her customers (unless they are being annoying in some way), and visiting and hanging out with Myra and Faceless.

She dislikes: Other puppets who try to flirt with Myra or her (she doesn't mind Myra flirting with her though), when other puppets mess with her friends (puppets that mess with her friends are Showell, Fowler, Otto, Vernon, Betsy, etc), bandit or any puppets who try to rob her of her money and supplies, taking off her mask (because of her sharp fangs), revealing her demon tail (cause she thinks that she will scared other puppets or puppets will try killing her), and having to put up with annoying customers.