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Explosions Across Lifetimes - Chapter Thirteen: Beginning Of The End - 5k Words Fwhip has to wonder if Xornorth knows what the phrase taking a break means, because there's more trouble not even two weeks after Scott and Gem came home.

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Fwhip spends the next week with Gem at the Crystal Cliffs. He's being overprotective, he knows that, but can anyone really blame him? Clara has the Grimlands covered anyways, he's sure of it. She's his favorite employee for a reason.

The Count thinks this is the slowest week of his life, and one of the hardest. Gem's not doing great mentally, but it's the best she can do. In some moments he would think about Scott, and would worry over how well the elf was fairing all by himself. He hopes Katherine or Jimmy dropped by at least once, and kept him company for just a few hours.

At the moment Gem’s off somewhere in her academy, trying to get back to her normal routine. Fwhip, having absolutely no interest in most magic, was hanging around. If Gem asked him to do something, fix some broken tech in the empire he would do it, but other than that he mostly felt like dead weight. But it was worth it, to make sure his sister was okay. And he wouldn't leave till he was one hundred percent sure of that and the paranoia finally left him. Another break never hurt either.

Gem’s familiar, Gandalf, didn’t seem to mind him hanging around though. He knows the cat usually follows Gem around throughout the day, and that it’s never been the most fond of him. It’s certainly never hung around the Count like this before. Your sister’s cat randomly following you around is unexpected alright, but this is a magic cat. So the little guy’s making Fwhip kinda suspicious that something’s wrong, and probably making his paranoia worse. At least he’s cute and likes to be cooed over, and makes Fwhip wonder if his other friends' pets are this irresistibly cute.

In hindsight, Fwhip feels more convinced that the cat was trying to warn him, because there ends up being a big break in this whole demon issue right around the corner. The start of it happens in the form of a message from Pearl, one he gets when Gandolf is sleeping in his lap; purring up a storm.

Pearlescentmoon: sausage just came by all distressed

GeminiTay: what did he say???

SolidarityGaming: possessed ooor???

fWhip: ??

Pearlescentmoon: he was unpossessed. Said he doesn't like being Xornorth's puppet anymore but he can't deflect because of the mind control stuff

Pearlescentmoon: we were gonna use this fighting arena before he went missing and now Xornorth's ordering a fight there

Pearlescentmoon: sausage thinks we can do something at this fight or we can save him

Smajor1995: that's….a lot

GeminiTay: I'm in.

Shubble: what about Joey?

Pearlescentmoon: he didn't say anything about him sorry

Katherineelizz: this sounds risky :/

Katherineelizz: you sure it's not a trick?

Pearlescentmoon: no, that was him for sure

fWhip: last time you said that I'm pretty sure that wasn’t him

Pearlescentmoon: well this time I'm certain

Smajor1995: why is it only this time?

Pearlescentmoon: because he looked scared . And sausage doesn't get scared like that.

GeminiTay: doesn't matter, tell him we'll do it

fWhip: !!!!????

SolidarityGaming: why are you so insistent on this Gem?

GeminiTay: because Xornorth might show up

GeminiTay: and i wanna kick that demons ass

Fwhip watched more messages be sent with a sigh. It was just stuff about the date of the fight, who could come, what they would do once Xornorth showed up. No,not once, if they showed up at all. Maybe if even it didn’t they’d get Sausage back, and Fwhip feels like trading the whole world to get his brother back most days. He scanned over the agreed upon arrangements in his communicator, only sending back a simple thumbs up when asked his opinion.

This all felt way too important to be discussing over text, but they were busy people. And no one could eavesdrop this way, could they? So maybe this method had its benefits. Fwhip was getting a little sick of House Blossom meetings anyways, the half dragon was pretty sure he’d been in Katherins empire more than his own recently. Which reminded him that he probably needed to go home the next day. Paranoia was still wearing away at the edges of his mind, but Fwhip couldn’t bask in his sister's hospitality forever. He was pretty sure he’d already gotten on her last nerve too, but that was normal.

The Count ran a hand through his hair, doing nothing helpful and making it look like a mess. He was pretty sure it looked like a mess regardless. Gandalf just looked up at him, blinking slowly. He met the cat’s yellow gaze, and the creature just let out a mrrp .

He huffed, going to scratch behind the cat’s ears. Gandalf purred at that, and rubbed his head into Fwhip’s hand. The little thing was surprisingly affectionate, which just endeared Fwhip to him a little more. He still thought this cat was some magic being with more sentiance than it let on, and would not be fooled by the cuteness.

Fwhip wasn’t sure if this cat was trying to warn him or comfort him, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

Arena day comes, and Fwhip doesn’t think he’s ever hated a string of numbers more in his life. He really isn’t excited for this, and has been glaring holes into his calendar for the past two days or so.

He landed in Pearl’s empire an hour early. The only other people there were Gem and Scott, who were preparing some magic thing. Pearl told him not to bother them, and Fwhip just decided to wait around until the grand event started.

Most people showed up, minus Shrub, Joey, Joel, Lizzie and Pix. Not exactly most actually, but about half of the emperors. He’d told Gem her and Scott shouldn’t come, that it probably wasn’t good for them to be close to Sausage again, but she’d argued back stubbornly. Both of them wanted to come, in case Xornorth showed his face. They were trying to perfect a spell against him, and this was too good on an opportunity to pass up. Fwhip hadn’t said anything after that, knowing he couldn’t change her mind; no matter how much he said it’d make him feel better if she just didn’t go .

The Count wished more people had shown up, because he didn’t feel very confident without all of them there. They were missing some valuable fighters too. Lizzie and Pix were both skilled with a trident, Shrub had a lot of wolves, and Joel was surprisingly good at combat, even if he didn’t partake in it much. According to Pearl, Xornroth liked to summon mobs. And six people against mobs, a demon, and maybe said demons pawns did not sound very welcoming. Even with the spell Scott was working on.

Seeing the arena doesn’t help his nerves. It’s more of a colosseum, and one of the smaller ones Fwhip had seen; granted he hadn’t seen too many of these types of builds. He wished Pearl and Sausage had picked a bigger spot for it, because it was sandwiched right between their two empires, on a plot of land that felt far too small for what was about to happen. It felt even smaller with all six of them standing in it, and was sure to feel even more tiny when their two opponents arrived. Well, one opponent and one maybe ally. The thing is also full of cactus, and he’s pretty sure they’re all going to fall on one at some point.

“He’s here.” Pearl said softly, and five heads turned at the sound, all of them having been waiting in the actual arena part.

Sausage stood there at the opposite end, Mythland’s side, and looked a little awkward. Fwhip, who’d been keeping a close eye on his sister, noticed how she went a little rigid. She hid that better than Scott though, who froze like a deer in headlights. Sausage noticed as well, and winced, especially when Katherine moved closer to the elf.

“Uh, hi guys?” Sausage called out a little hesitantly, and took a small step forward. Fwhip noticed Jimmy’s hand slowly shift closer towards his trident, the action not seemingly a conscious decision. A few other people did as well, but Fwhip found he couldn’t copy his fellow emperors. Sausage himself has weapons, including the staff, but his hands were nowhere near them.

Fwhip decided that Pearl was wrong last time, that whatever had attacked Jimmy hadn’t seen his brother, because the man standing in front of him was . He’d been so certain that that person had been Sausage, and was glad to admit he was wrong. The Count was also horrified how easily he believed it, even after seeing it with his own eyes. It was a little hard to wrap his head around honestly, that after all these months of worrying and trying to accept what was really happening, Sausage was standing right in front of him again. Not exactly the same as he had been before, but close enough, and that was better than just a week ago. A million times better than before.

“When’s you know who showing up?” Scott asked, seeming to break through his deer in the headlights stare. The way Sausage looks at the elf has a lot of emotions packed in, some Fwhip can recognize, some he looks at Gem with too. There’s other things he can’t decipher in there, but that’s not for him to investigate, not his story to tell. Especially not right now.

“It’ll probably take a minute. They do what they please.” Mythland’s king responds, and falls silent after that. He’s clearly unsure what to do, and it’s understandable. Besides Pearl, this is one of the first times most of his friends have seen him unpossessed in months, probably getting close to a year now.

“This isn’t a trick is it?” Katherine asks, deciding that they do have time to talk. She’d mentioned wanting too before, and was taking her shot it seemed.

“Not a trick. The staffs just here for appearances.” Sausage seems to spit out the name of his weapon, and his eyes flick to Jimmy as the cod asks the next question. Pearl, having done enough talking to the man, is letting the rest of them speak uninterrupted. Gem is oddly silent, Scott looks like he’s going through the five stages of grief again, and Fwhip wants to speak; he does so badly , but his tongue feels locked in place.

“Why….why do you think you can deflect this way?” Jimmy’s hand has moved away from his spear, and rests at his side. All his petty arguments with Sausage means he knows the man reasonably well, well enough to tell when he’s being truly sincere. Fwhip never thought he’d be glad for all those fights, but now he is, now that the tension in the air starts to lessen just a little.

“I think Xornorths gonna try and kill me here.” Sausage says it so casually it’s almost horrifying, and on the list of fucked up things no one should ever have to say. Fwhip’s been making a list of that, by the way, because his dumb friends keep saying the most terrible phrases about themselves. “It’s been getting annoyed with how I’m not, uh, compiling recently. Joey mentioned something about it a few days ago, something Xornorth had apparently said.”

“What if Joey’s lying?” Jimmy asks, and there genuine concern in his tone. He’s aware of how horribly that could go for both of the demon’s pawns if Joey had been lying.

“Nah. He’s never lied about what Xornorth’s said. Joey’s too smitten to even think of that.” Sausage’s answer was the most confident he would sound all day. They all fell into a stilted silence after that, not quite sure what to do.

Pearl cleared her throat, seeming to break the spell that fell over the seven of them. “We should probably start sparring now, just in case they show up soon.” She mumbled, glancing between all of them. She was asking if certain people were ready, if they were okay with this.

“Yeah.” Gem agreed, and no one else gave further comment. So the spar started, with Pearl flinging herself straight for Sausage. The Mythlander countered quickly, and it very quickly looked like one of their usual matches. True to his word, the staff was mostly just for display, and Sausage didn’t touch it one bit.

All seven of them started facing off against each other, not just against Sausage. Though they all got a turn against him, and Fwhip found that the other wasn’t truly attacking. The rest of them were confident in their movements, apologizing if they accidentally scrapped their opponent, never aiming for serious injury of course. Sausage looked confident from a distance, but when Fwhip actually fought him he could tell that his brother wasn’t really trying, and all the attacks were just for show.

It became a little fun, the whole thing, so much so Fwhip almost forgot what they were here for. The tension had left his shoulders, and he had long since joined in on some playfully banter. But nothing good lasts forever, not even the smallest moments like this. The Count’s closest to Scott when it happens, and catches how the elf suddenly goes rigid.

Sausage senses it too, but doesn’t show it, minus the fear now very evident in his gaze. Scott freezes again, almost losing his balance as he does. “ They’re here .” Is all Fwhip hears the elf whisper, before the sky seems to turn gray above them.

In the stands there's Xornoth, a look that one could call amused plastered across his face. They’re standing above their banner, one hung on the arena’s walls, and Fwhip doesn;t know how he ignored such an ominous object before.

There’s no warning, only the sound of rattling skeleton bones and the tell-tale sounds of Evokers and Pilligars now coming from the colosseum's inner wall. None of them speak, and they all lose sight of Sausage for one vital second, all six pairs of eyes focused on their now compromised exits. Gem and Pearl move to start attempting the spell, not caring if Xornoth sees it. Pearl, far too used to how the demon fights, is charging at the mobs as soon as she catches a glimpse of them.

She’s stopped when Katherine yelps, arm being sliced open. It’s Sausage, and he’s clearly a little different than he was a moment ago. Fwhip watches in shock as the fight, a real, actual fight, starts to break out, and calls to his twin. “Did he just get possessed?” He asks, moving away from a skeleton. It's a common, easy to kill mob, and the Count is pretty sure Xornoth chose them because of how annoying they are to handle.

“Not possession!” Gem called, her staff starting to glow a little. “He’s got a different aura to Joey!”

“Was he like this when he kidnapped you?” Katherine called, clearly a little puzzled. Fwhip was as well, not knowing how what Sausage was experiencing wasn’t demon possession. Blood red eyes looked pretty demon-like to him.

“Yeah!” His sister called. “I can explain more later!”

There’s not much conversation after that, and Fwhip hates how they’re basically being used as amusement for the demon. There’s vindicators now, swinging axes left and right, and every ruler has a swarm of vexes of them. It’s a little much for them to handle, as fwhip predicted, but they’ll manage. They have to manage.

Gem and Scott gave up on the spell, but not after struggling to fight it. Sausage, in whatever state he was in, had focused his attention on making sure they didn’t get room to breathe in between a barrage of attacks. And Fwhip knows that’s not his brother, because he;s using the staff, and he has to wonder what kind of mental hell the elf and the wizard are currently going through. The two stop even trying to attempt the spell once the Illuiosner’s and zombies show up, now having too many dangerous mobs around to do anything but fight for their lives.

There’s an Illusioner next to him suddenly, and Fwhip manages to knock his enemy away before they can activate a spell. The small space is starting to get overrun with mobs and people alike, and the Illuioner is quickly whisked off into another area, and replaced by even more vexes. Fwhip didn’t think his hatred for Evokers could increase so drastically in mere seconds, but here they are.

Ravagers were the next mob to be summoned. Which was great . Three ravagers in a small arena was a horrible combination, nevermind the vexes already floating around. He’s being swarmed by the little things currently, and they stop him from swooping in to save Katherine. About three Vindicators were on her, and she was backed into a corner. The half dragon sees her make it out, but not without some pretty nasty wounds to show for it.

It’s one of the last parts of the battle he sees though, because suddenly a Ravager next to him, charging. Already injured, the Count isn’t fast enough to dodge.

Fwhip let out a yelp of pain, horns slamming into his backside. He felt himself be flung into the air, wings thrashing out of instinct, before landing in a heap on the ground. He’d never really seen a ravager throw someone before, but knew they could. Because of course they could. What else were those weirdly placed horns for?

He was pretty sure something, or several things, made the cracking noise when he landed. It sure felt like he had several broken bones, pain shooting through him from multiple points. He heard the ravagers breath behind him, before the beast let out a roar of pain. Fwhip didn’t know who was currently saving his life, but he’s grateful.

There’s a flash of green and yellow, accompanied by a shout nearby. Someone’s crouching over him, making sure he’s safe until they can get a healing potion in him. He’s pretty sure it’s Pearl, being able to recognize the colors of her dress anywhere. His vision is a bit unfocused right now, an unfortunate side effect of being thrown like a ragdoll, and when Pearl leaves to rejoin the fight it takes Fwhip a good minute to see who replaces her. When he does there's a very familiar blonde fish guy in front of him, and it sends a whole wave of emotions through him.

Jimmy’s crouched over him, and all Fwhip can focus on his worried face, and how he hates that he’s worrying Jimmy. The half dragon has to turn his head a little awkwardly to even see the Codfather, but it's better than looking at the arena’s floor. He senses Gem nearby, and figures he’s soon to be dragged back into the colosseum walls. Not that that will do much about the vexes, but it is better than the open arena. His back is throbbing with pain, and he can only hope his wings go undamaged. He can't (and doesn't like to) use them very much, but he'd still prefer to keep them unharmed.

Until now he’s been laying on a useless heap on the floor, curled into himself best he can manage. Normally, he would’ve gotten up and kept fighting, even with a broken arm or leg, but this time it’s his back that's broken. He had landed right on it, before somehow managing to scramble into whatever position he’s in. Fwhip’s pretty sure he has several fractures, and really hopes they’re all fixable. His breathing’s been pretty labored and panicked as well, which wasn’t helping at all, considering he probably hurt some of his organs as well.

The Count has other injuries, but the most pressing one is apparently to his back. That’s what he hears Gem say, as she and Jimmy somehow maneuver him inside the colosseum walls. Fwhip’s aware that he’s basically being carried around, but focuses only on the ground. He does this even when inside, eyes now tracing the cracks in the concrete instead of the grains of sand.

Healing potions could be used in several different ways, but the most common way was to drink them. They could also be directly applied to a wound, for an ever faster result. That’s what Gem and Jimmy were arguing about when he finally tuned in, the two not even trying to be discreet about it.

“I don’t know which one is best!” He heard Gem hissed. “I’ve never dealt with this kind of injury before!” “If it’s external we should apply it directly!” Jimmy spat, and Fwhip knew exactly what glare he received.

“I don’t wanna risk moving his coat off!” Gem argued back again, and the Count had already had it with this conversation. He could sympathize with not knowing what to do in this situation, really he could. It was just a little irritating when people were arguing over how to heal you, as you were in pain is all.

“Just give me the damn potion!” Fwhip managed through gritted teeth. Both of them shut up and that, and he managed to down a healing potion in record time. They had decided to do both ways, apparently, as he felt the familiar sting of the potion on his backside; Fwhip hadn’t even realized it was littered with cuts as well as the bone being fractured, and it made him wonder what exactly he;d hit on his way down. The half dragon really wished these things worked just a minute faster, or at least that he’d been knocked unconscious about ten minutes ago.

Fwhip isn’t exactly sure what happens after that, just feels the potion start to work its magic. The pain lessens, but doesn’t go away completely. He’s moved out of the arena once the coast is clear enough, and doesn’t know where anyone else is. Besides Gem, who hadn’t left his side since she'd gotten to it. Jimmy, still relatively without major injury, had disappeared back into the thick of the fight at some point.

Eventually he passes out, frustrated and still throbbing from pain. He’s frustrated he couldn’t do more in the chaos of that battle, frustrated he couldn’t help his friends, and that they couldn’t even get Sausage back. He wonders if they even know what became of him.

After waking up late, Fwhip spent most of the next morning at Pearl’s dining table, being extra careful with all his previously broken bones. He’d been given two potions, maybe more, but was still a little concerned about just how much they’d managed to cover.

He’d been sitting there for a good two or so hours, doing nothing but thinking and processing, when he felt another person’s gaze on him. The Count turned, only to see Jimmy standing there, unable to tell if he was leaning against the wall casually or for support. Usually he;d have beamed a little at the sight of the cod, but all the ginger could manage for the moment was a nod of acknowledgement.

“You look horrible.” Fwhip observed, gaze traveling over the cod. The blonde looked like a mess, his hair sticking out in multiple places and his clothes still torn from yesterday’s battle. Jimmy just mutters in response. “I was on watch duty all night, making sure all the stray mobs died.” Well, that explained it.

“Where’s everyone else?” Fwhip muttered, worry itching at the back of his mind. He didn’t like being in the dark on everyone’s statuses, and was honestly a bit annoyed at passing out in the first place. Not being able to help for half of the fight didn’t sit right with him, and he wondered what the six of them would have accomplished without having to take care of his stupid back. He wondered if they could’ve gotten his brother back.

“Resting.” The blonde informed him, taking a second to stretch probably aching limbs. “Gem and Pearl are still working on healing stuff, and told me to check on you. I messaged everyone who didn’t show up, and all of ‘em responded but Shrub.” The ginger raised an eyebrow at that. Shrub was usually pretty decent about answering her messages, so the fact that she hadn;t was a little suspicious; especially after the day before. But maybe she’d been busy, or maybe she’d been sleeping. He didn’t know, and what their little gnome friend was up to was a problem for later.

Jimmy doesn’t mention Sausage, and Fwhip assumes no one else knows where he disappeared too. They’d tell him if he knew, he’s sure of it.

“Who’s hurt?” Fwhip failed to keep the concern out of his tone as he spoke, and hoped it wasn’t obvious how worried he was. He’d been worried since he woke up, enough to feel sick to his stomach and skip breakfast. Gem was gonna be so mad at him for that later, but he’d eat eventually.

“Katherine got pretty wrecked trying to protect us.” Jimmy responded, pulling out the chair next to him. “Scott needs bed rest again, more than last time.” The blonde looked tired as he spoke, and Fwhip is all the more aware of the dark circles lining his eyes. “He had a panic attack, I think. And Gem’s obviously been fighting off some sort of breakdown.” He doesn’t need to say why that happened, they both know. Fwhip was right, those two shouldn’t have come.

Instead of mentioning that Fwhip just sighs, and carefully moves to rest his head on Jimmy’s shoulder. “Hey.” The cod mumbled.

“Hi.” Fwhip’s response is a little deadpan, but Jimmy chuckled at the exchange anyways.

“Pearl said to give you another healing potion, just in case.” He mumbled, removing the half dragon’s head from his shoulder. Fwhip grumbles at that, feeling like a sick and whiny child. He does not want to take another healing potion. After this whole demon ordeal is over he hopes he never has to see one again in his life. The Count’s getting too used to all the injuries, and that is not a good thing to get used too.

He watched as Jimmy stood from the table, and moved further into Pearl’s kitchen. The cod returned a few seconds later with a potion carefully clutched in his grasp, and Fwhip held in another sigh. He’d suck it up and take the potion, not putting it past Jimmy to force it down his throat. And if he couldn’t do it then the cd would get Pearl, who definitely could make him take his medicine.

When Jimmy handed him the potion, Fwhip took it without complaint. Unless you counted a grumpy glare as a complaint, but Jimmy either didn’t or was too tired to care, so it wasn’t one this time. The Count wrinkled his nose at the taste of it, resisting the urge to spit out the magical elixir. Some people said these things tasted good, or even bland, and Fwhip had never gotten that. Every potion he’d ever taken had tasted disgusting on his tongue. He placed the now empty bottle down a little roughly, watching as the glass kinlinked against the table.

“How’s your back now?” The cod waited a few minutes or so to ask the question, until the healing potion had properly started to kick in. Fwhip just huffed, feeling like the thing was more numbing his pain than causing it. “Still sore, my wings don’t feel great either.”

“Maybe some more sleep with help that?” Jimmy suggested, trying to crack a weak smile at him. Sleep sounded wonderful, actually, and Fwhip let himself be helped into one of Pearl’s guest rooms. Her humble home looked small on the outsider, and always felt twenty times bigger whenever the Count actually entered it. He wasn’t even sure how many rooms she had, even after all these years of friendship. Too many, probably.

He ended up laying on his stomach, Jimmy shoving a pillow under him. It was one of the sleeping positions for a broken back Gem had told the cod about, apparently. She’d ordered Fwhip to sleep on his stomach, because of the whole injured wings thing; Gem didn’t want to risk putting too much pressure on him. His wings had always been a bit of a pain when it came to health stuff and sleeping, so he wasn’t very surprised anymore. He usually slept on his side, but would rarely switch it up, his wings usually being too uncomfortable to fold under him and not large enough to crush him with their weight.

Jimmy was sitting on the bed next to him, saying he wouldn;t leave until he was sure Fwhip was asleep. The Count appreciated it, knowing his thoughts would overwhelm him if he was alone. However he did not appreciate the topic of their conversation at all. Too personal, way too feely feely right now. “I get what you said,” The cod muttered. “About thinking you’re gonna lose me.” He muttered it into ginger hair, nuzzling his head into it.

“Not a fun thought, is it?” He mumbled, the other shifting closer, sadly not really being able to cuddle him like this. “I think we both have horrible luck.” He huffed, clicking noise emitting from his throat.

“And terrible anxiety.” Fwhip offered, and the other made another clicking sound in agreement.

“Why’re you so scared of that in the first place? I mean, I kinda get it, but I think we have different reasons?” That just made Fwhip want to know what those reasons were, which was another thing added to his list of things to think about.

He was hesitant in his answer, not really being the talking about his feelings kinda guy. He preferred bottling it up instead. Also this was a… hard subject, to say the least. “Because I’ve….never had anything like this before, so it’s special.” That explanation wasn’t everything, not by a long shot, but he thought it made sense.

“Yeah, yeah..” Was all Jimmy responded with, slipping a hand into his hair, running his fingers through it. Fwhip didn’t say anything else, and just leaned into the touch. Healing potions had some side effects, such as the occasional tiredness, and that one always got the Count every time he took one. He felt his eyes begin to droop, and was very content to fall asleep right here right now.

He fell asleep, purring quietly as Jimmy played with his hair. It was the worst sleep he’d ever had probably, and nothing got better when he woke up. Everything probably got a hundred times worse, actually.

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mtsainthelens · 5 months

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i wanna smoke w gandolf so bad

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cindrelle · 4 years

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chapter 1 do be really long wow

#* ╯out. ┊ ( cast off your burdens. )#[ i just ... wanna see miss deirdre ]#[ sigurd just fucked up gandolf OMG ]

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draco-tyler-mikes-paramour · 3 years

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hi!!! can i get a cm ship, preferably male, please??

i’m 4’9, INFP-T personality type, pisces, slytherin. i have shoulder length curly hair that’s partly dyed black, but it’s naturally a brown with a reddish tint and some blonde strands, and i have bright green eyes and i have freckles galore, and i’m skinny but somehow still muscular. i’m a trans boy, i have autism and add, and my special interests include geography, video games, music, actors, psychology, and medicine.

i’m very sarcastic and i always make jokes out of my ptsd, i love reading (fanfic and speculative fic!) and writing my heart out, and sugar. i love sugar. so much. if i could play sports, i’d play soccer and hockey. i’m the most chaotic gay person you’d ever heard of.

thank you!!!

Spencer reid😎

(sweetie you scream many spencer vibes)

You and spencer met at a comicon. You were with your best friend who was dressed as frodo from the Lord of The Rings and you, dressed as your favourite video game character. Spencer was dressed as a star trek character. You were in a small crowd whilst listening to a person dressed up as gandolf. He was rambling on about how the 2nd lord of the rings movie was better than the 3rd. You were standing next to Spencer when he leaned over and whispered ‘This guys is nuts. The 3rd movie is obviously better someone needs to operantly recondition his brain’ you laughed at his psychology joke and turned to the handsome boy next to you ‘I guess you take psychology then?’ he nodded ‘Yeh I did. Got 3 Phds now.’ you smiled ‘Woah that’s amazing.’ Spencer blushed at your remark before sticking his hand out to shake yours ‘I’m Spencer Reid.’ you graciously accepted ‘I’m alex and I’m guessing your a doctor’ (i looked at your page for your name hope that’s okay!💕) he nodded again ‘Yep. So... weird question do you wanna hang out sometime. You seem cool. I’ll give you my number?’ you bit your lip and looked up at him ‘Sure. Yeah I’d love that.’ The rest was history. On your first date you guys went to a psychology lecture and then went to see a movie. It was perfect you both spoke about yoyr insecurties, bands, movies.. the lot. that 1 date turned into 2 that turned into 4. On that 4th date he finally asked you ‘Alex... would you wanna maybe...like be my boyfriend?’ To which you and your 4’9 self, stood on your tip toes and kissed his 6’1 frame and said ‘Yes I will.’ 8 months later and you were still going strong and more in love with each other than ever. You ended up working as a psychologist correlating nicely with your boyfriend’s bau job. You had moved together and weeknights were filled with listening to music, debating about geographical and psychology statistics. Spencer loved hearing you ramble on about new medicine developments and you hearing him ramble about anything and everything. At weekends you’d go and play hockey with your local men’s team you were apart of. Spencer would sometimes come to your games. When the evenings finally rolled around that consisted of movies or playing video games whilst cuddling on the sofa with as many sugary snacks as you thought possible. Spencer was scared that you would get a cavity from how much sugar you ate. Some nights you’d suffer in bed with your PTSD but your boyfriend’s hold helped guide you and make you feel safe again. Your relationship was perfect but there were still times where you felt insecure to which your boyfriend would say ‘Alex, I love you. I love your freckles, your curly hair the way you can tell me anything about medicine or geography. I know you feel different and imperfect sometimes. But I don’t see it. Any of it. I just see your perfection. You make me feel comfortable and secure. You’re amazing and the most beautiful boy in the whole world.’ he would say as he gave you a sweet kiss and from those words you felt like you belonged again. Spencer reid was your home.

wowzers this one was longggg. I hope you like it 🥺 You sound like a really cool guy btw 💓💓💓

#spencer reid angst #spencer x y/n #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader

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elara-arche · 3 years

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i hv no idea who gandolf is im sorry ekdndb

good luck with ur crush then my friend

i wanted to do pretty much everything at some point but mostly like journalist, photographer, firefighter, etc

astronaut was the one that others stuck to and expected me to study which i why i studief advance physics and math i high school and now im burnt out kskdns

going fast is fun 13/10 recommend. whenever i drive everyone tells me to go slower bc im impatient and wanna Get There Faster

you don't know who gandalf is?

i was looking for a different gif but that's basically him. lovely stuff.

oof yeah i'm still not sure what I wanna be. lots of time to figure it out, but yeah little bit of everything!!!

oof :( burnout no fun. science and physics is cool though!! lots of interesting stuff hidden in those lil numbers fhskjdhfkj.

Fast. Always Fast Fast Fast

#i. actually walk rlly slow lmao #i just like the Concept of Fast #skyness #answered #think i gotta take a break from tunglr for a bit gotta go back to class but i'll be checking cuz yeah but prolly won't respond #<3 lob u sky #(its ok that you don't know who gandalf is :pensive:)

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spaceskam · 4 years

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"I'm so proud of you."

Liz smiled and accepted the kiss Max placed on her head along with the celebration shot he'd gotten her. She tipped it back easily and he kissed her lips for extra measure.

"Thanks," she hummed. Max grinned and bumped his nose against hers before sitting in the bar stool beside her. He sat close and sideways, knees spread to fit her in between them.

"So," he started, "Are you excited?"

"About grad school itself? Not quite. About what it means? Absolutely," she stated. He just smiled at her. He always looked so, so proud of her. It was a daily reminder that she made the right decision leaving her legacy for this.

"Oh, c'mon. I know you, Liz. You're going to enjoy every single research paper you write," he teased. She smiled a bit wider.

"Maybe."

"I can't wait to be your dumb trophy husband you bring to all your work events. Like, I promise to be the best bimbo you could ask for," he gushed. Liz laughed and leaned into him.

"You're not a bimbo!"

"Uh, compared to you and all the people you'll be around? I'm perfecting my smile and nod look immediately."

Liz shook her head, but leaned in for another kiss. This was absolutely worth it.

Liz felt the fact that someone was in her apartment before she heard them which really should've been a massive red flag.

"What was that?" Max asked sleepily. Liz pushed his head back down and he complied easily.

"Nothing, baby, go to sleep," she said softly. He hummed and she reached for the bat that she may or may not have pushed beneath her side of the bed after letting Max put it beneath his.

She slowly made her way out of the bedroom and silently closed the door behind her, heading towards the living room. Her footsteps were silent, something she'd perfected when she was young, which made it easy to sneak up on the dark figure standing by the kitchen. Liz swung the bat and, right before it hit the figure, it turned around and grabbed it from her hands.

The bat was tossed to the floor, so Liz swung her fist instead (left, not right, because they always assumed you'd hit with your dominant hand). She hit them, but they grabbed her arm and swung her body around. Liz used her weight against them and they both fell to the ground.

They wrestled for a few minutes on the ground, Liz doing her best to get any kick or hit in while the other person did the same. She had to give it to them, they out up a good fight.

They only stopped when the lights flicked on.

"Liz, what is going on?!" Max's voice asked from his spot in the doorway. However, Liz was much more distracted by the girl beneath her.

"Rosa?"

Her sister gave a cocky grin and raised an eyebrow, looking as challenging as ever. Liz knew right then that the only reason Liz was even kind of winning in the fight was because she was letting her.

"Hey, Lizzie, long time no see."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Liz asked, climbing off her sister. Rosa jumped to her feet and brushed off her leather jacket, still grinning.

"Me? Oh, I just missed you. Who's the stud?"

"Liz, what's going on? Who is this?" Max asked. Liz ignored him.

"Missed me? Right, you haven't called in six years," Liz scoffed, "Why are you here?"

Rosa's smirk faded a little and she looked over to Max and then back to Liz.

"Needed to talk," she said. Liz took a heavy breath and raised her head.

"Tell me."

Rosa's eyes drifted over to Max. "Does the skyscraper need to be here?" Liz pursed her lips before sighing.

"Max, can you excuse us?"

"No," he said firmly, "Tell me what's going on. I just woke up to you fighting some girl."

"Aw, you don't talk about me? I feel left out."

Liz rubbed her hands over her face before turning to Max. She grabbed his hand and smiled as warm as she could.

"This is my sister," she said, watching the confusion get deeper, "There's a lot of stuff about me I haven't told you."

"Well, tell me now," he said. She squeezed his hands.

"I'll tell you, I promise," she said, trying to ignore the sharp pain in her chest. This was the absolute last thing she wanted. Protecting Max had easily been her first priority. Leave it to Rosa to fuck that up.

She kept ahold of his hand as she turned to Rosa.

"Tell me."

Rosa gave a dramatic sigh, but Liz could see through it to see her genuine uneasiness.

"Mom went on a hunting trip," Rosa said, vague as ever, "And she hasn't been home in a few days."

Liz swallowed harshly, "How long is a few?" Rosa again gave an unsure look to Max.

"Tomorrow will make four weeks."

Liz's heart sunk, but she quickly tried to ignore that feeling. Whenever Liz said she wanted to go to college, her mom had all but disowned her. She didn't deserve her sympathy.

"And why'd you come to me?" Liz asked. Rosa gave her a look that said 'seriously?' and Liz returned it with an 'I don't hunt anymore' . Rosa rolled her eyes.

"I figured you'd want to help."

"Why would you assume that? I have a life here, I don't do that anymore."

"Do what?" Max asked, "What hunting trip? You're not telling me anything."

"He's pretty, but he talks too much," Rosa said. Liz glared at her. "Listen, Gandolf, this doesn't really have anything to do with you, so–"

"If it involves Liz, it involves me."

Rosa gave an impressed look and Liz's stomach dropped as she realized she was about to infodump.

"You really wanna know, pretty boy?" she asked, taking a step closer. Max squared his shoulders and held his chin high. "All the things you were told were fake–myths, legends, werewolves, vampires, all the scary things that live in the dark–they're real. All real. And we hunt them, kill them, save people." Rosa smiled and cocked her head to the side. "We're real heroes, my sister and I."

"Did you have to say it like that?"

"Just wanna make sure he knows who he's dealing with," Rosa said, "It's a dangerous business, but we do it with pride. Or, did."

Liz shook her head. "Look, I don't know what's going on with Mom, but I can't help you. I don't do that shit anymore." Rosa's jaw clenched.

"Liz," she said firmly, "This is more than Mom just fucking off. She got a lead."

"A lead?"

"A lead," Rosa confirmed, "About Dad."

Liz felt a chill go down her spine. Oh, how convincing that one little word could be. But Liz couldn't just cave. She had a life now. Here, with Max.

"Rosa, I-I can't just–"

"Liz," Max said sweetly. She turned to him and he looked as kind as ever. "Let's go find your mom."

Liz's eyes widened. "No, you aren't–"

"I'm not letting you go by yourself, but this is obviously important and I want to help. Besides, it's only to find your mom and we come home. It's not forever. How long could it take?" Max said.

She stared at him with a level of pity she usually couldn't find for him. He was so sweet and innocent. He didn't understand what he was saying. He didn't understand that it was easy to get into, hard to leave. If Max came with her, who would be there to pull them out?

"Oh," Rosa said, obviously delighted that he was down to fight, "He's useful."

"C'mon, Liz. What's the worst that can happen?" Max added.

Liz sighed slowly and decided against making a list. Instead, she turned back to her sister with a frown. She hated this. She hated that she was caving.

But their dad was out there and her mom knew something.

"Fine. Let's go find Mom."

#*carry on my wayward son riff begins*#echo #echo fic #liz ortecho #max evans #rosa ortecho #my fic #i changed it because i cannot compare arturo to john winchester #i dont have it in me

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flowers-for-freaks · 7 years

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One of my co workers just took out a fucking saw and a bucket and sawed the bucket in half during our 15 minute break and then walked off. Fucking night crew is fucking weird

#One of my coworkers smokes from a gandolf pipe #like thats just normal for him to walk around with it #bruh im too tired for this let me just eat my candy and drink my coke and get to work #i dont wanna ask questions nor do i feel like it

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four-loose-screws · 4 years

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FE4 Suzuki Novelization Translation - Chapter 5 Part 7

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Chapter 5 - The Battle in Verdane

Part 7

Noish returned from his regular scouting duty, and reported, “There are very few soldiers stationed at Marpha Castle. We got very close to the castle wall, yet no one tried to attack us.”

Ever since his army had been taken out, Gandolf kept himself locked up in his room.

‘My woman ran away, my men are gone… what the hell is with my luck!?’

After enduring one loss after another, he didn't even talk to the remaining soldiers stationed at the castle anymore, so they'd completely lost their loyalty to him and did whatever they pleased.

With that information, Sigurd's army decided to march towards Marpha Castle and conquer it.

Since Aideen didn't have any offensive capabilities, she traveled slowly with the rear line.

"Lady Aideen!"

She whirled around to see where the voice had come from, and saw Dew running up to her. "What is it, Dew? I thought you'd left already."

"I did, well kinda. But then I found somethin' really interestin', and wanted to give it to you!" He offered her an ornate staff.

"Hm? Is this what I think it is?”

"I just know you'll be able to use it!"

Aideen took it in her hands, and knew immediately what it was when it's power flowed through her veins. "Oh my, this is a Warp Staff! Do you know what would happen if I used it on you?"

"..."

"You'd fly to an allied castle in an instant."

"Don't pull my leg, Aideen! No I wouldn't!"

"Of course you would. Anyway, thank you. This staff could be very helpful. Where did you find it?"

"Where? Um… over there. I betcha it fell from the heavens just for you!"

'You don't just find something like this lying around.' Aideen thought. 'It was probably in the treasury of one of the local village churches.'

"I know you don't believe in a thief's vow, but they really are true!"

"Well, I suppose…"

"I was gonna go wherever the wind takes me, but I couldn't! All thieves do is lie! I wanna make a vow for once in my life, and stick to it! They got a big fancy word for that! It's uh… um… 'mortals!' Yeah! I wanna have 'mortals!'"

"...I think the word you're looking for is 'morals.'"

"Yeah, that's it! 'Morals!' It might make up for all my lies…"

"And you intend to honor that vow?"

"Uh-huh! Whenever I'm havin' trouble, I always find myself comin' straight to you, Aideen!"

"Is that so? Sounds like more trouble for me than you…"

"I can't help it! I just… want to be around you, for some reason…" As he spoke, his eyes looked entirely serious.

"I see. Then please stay with me until you feel satisfied that you've made up for all your past wrongdoings."

Surprise lit up Dew's face. "Yeah! Yup, I sure will! You know, I'm pretty useful. Say, the army probably needs a lot of money…"

"But you can't steal! We aren't fighting for our own gain!"

"I know that! I'll only take money from guys doin' bad stuff to get it. That’ll make me a good thief, and I won't be doin' nothin' wrong!"

When Sigurd's army reached Marpha Castle, Sigurd didn't even have to lead his soldiers into battle, nor unsheathe his sword.

Not one soldier came out to oppose them as they slowly raised the gate and entered the main building.

Once inside, Sigurd heard a woman scream. "No, don't! Please, let me go!"

He followed the voice and saw two soldiers dragging a young woman into a room.

"Aw, don’t say that! This is the last time, we promise! Just keep us company for a little while!"

"The fighting is over! I must return home to the forest! Let me go!!"

"Shut up! Keep complaining, and you'll pay for it!"

"Hey, what are you two doing!? Let her go!"

The soldiers whirled around to see a tall cavalier and all his soldiers standing before them. And they quickly recognized the glittering emblem on the leader's chest: he was a Crusader of Grannvale.

"Oh shit!" They gasped and ran off in a panic.

"Are you alright, miss?"

"Yes, thank you." She said, then took a good look at the face of the man who'd just saved her. "Are you, by any chance… Lord Sigurd?"

"Yes, I am, but why do you ask?" He'd never seen her before. She had lavender hair and eyes that he soon lost himself in.

"There was a woman here named Aideen, who talked about you."

"Aideen talked about me?"

"Yes, she told me about how different you are from other men… and after meeting you… I know right away that she was right."

"What’s your name?"

She suddenly lost her composure at the question. "I'm sorry. ...I must… return home…"

"Wait, hold on! Surely we can talk for a little while longer, can't we…?"

"I'm sorry… really, truly, I am. But… I'm happy… to have met you." She took one last look at him, then dashed out of the room.

"Wait, at least tell me why you have to go so soon!" He had to run past all of his men, slowing him down. By the time he reached the exit to the building, she was already a speck in the distance.

Shanan approached Sigurd before he could go any further. "Lord Sigurd, the village elders are here to greet you." Behind him were three elderly people.

The elders walked up to Sigurd and bowed deeply.

"Do you know who that woman was that just ran away?"

They all stared at him, stunned by the sudden question.

"Um… she had light purple hair."

"Oh, yes, her! I heard her say she was returning home to the forest…"

"Yes, her name is Deirdre. She is the maiden of the Spirit Forest." The elder standing behind the other two said.

"Deirdre…" He said, and recalled her image in his mind. 'She was so beautiful…'

The elder smirked and said. "Oh ho ho, I see you have a weakness for beautiful women as well, Lord Sigurd! You fell in love with her at first sight, didn't you?"

"Don't tease me like that, Elder. ...But I do wonder where this Spirit Forest is."

"Are you asking me? If so, I'll tell you what I know."

"If it won't be too much trouble for you, then please do."

"The Spirit Forest is a very thick forest located northwest of here. Within it is a hidden village, and that's where she lives, or so I've heard. No one besides her knows for sure where it is, so I can't say I know anything else about it."

"I see…"

Upon seeing the disappointment in Sigurd's face, the elder added, "There is a village that's very close to the edge of the forest. Someone there may be able to tell you more."

"Thank you, sir. ...Oh, I apologize for not introducing myself properly. I am Sigurd, current leader of the Grannvalian Army in Verdane. I strongly prohibit my soldiers from pillaging and other improper acts, but if you three need anything, please do not hesitate to ask."

Jamke ordered his unit to spread out in the forest, then took the lead and traveled down a small path.

About halfway to Marpha Castle, he spotted a group of several enemies.

He readied an arrow, and shouted, "Leave this country now, Grannvalians!"

The enemies continued to advance, so he shot his arrow. It pierced the enemy leader's chest, and he fell where he stood. The others all panicked and ran off.

If the Grannvalians had entered the forest, that meant Marpha Castle had already fallen. Jamke's unit wasn't very big, so he knew he had no chance of winning against an army that could defeat the large unit at the castle if they fought out in the open.

He was entirely prepared to die.

'However, before I breathe my last, I must show them the true spirit of Verdane, and take out as many of them as I can by myself!'

He continued along, and soon saw even more enemies. "Leave this country now, Grannvalians!"

He aimed his bow and shot an arrow at the gap in the enemy's armor near his neck. This attack caused these enemies to run away as well.

The soldiers that had encountered Jamke returned to Marpha Castle and reported that an exceptional archer was leading the incoming enemy unit.

"Is it Prince Jamke?" Aideen asked.

"He is an even more exceptional shot than Jungby's arch knights."

"Then it is him! He left to go convince King Batu to stop the fighting, but it seems he himself was convinced to start fighting again."

"I'll go." Midir said. "I will avenge Jungby's honor, and kill him."

"Midir, you can't go."

"Why not!?" Midir asked, enraged.

Deep down, he was jealous of Jamke and whatever had happened between him and Aideen when he set her free. Even though Midir did not know the details, whenever he heard the prince's name, he felt the pain of a thousand needles assault his body.

Aideen knew that very well, and was why she looked up at him, and said gently, "Midir, please understand how I feel. I don't want you to die." She stared him straight in the eye as she spoke, and couldn't bring herself to say anything beyond that.

“A great shot like you would be at a disadvantage fighting in the middle of a forest, where you can't move around much. I think it would be better for you to wait outside the forest." Shanan suggested, trying to break the tension.

Midir reluctantly agreed.

Sigurd's army quickly prepared for battle and left the castle.

Aideen placed herself not in the rear line, but right next to Sigurd.

"It's dangerous up here! Stand back!"

"I know. If you designate someone to talk to Jamke, then I’ll go back to the rear line.” She promised, but deep down, it was a lie.

'If he knew exactly what I was trying to do, he'd have someone make sure I stayed back there for good.' She thought.

They marched on until Jamke's unit jumped out from the forest.

Jamke ran towards them, then shouted, "Leave this country now, Grannvalians!"

When she saw him, Aideen sprinted towards him. Because she had done it so spontaneously, no one could move in time to try and stop her.

"No, Aideen! It's too dangerous!"

At the sight of enemy movement, the Verdanian soldiers raised their weapons.

"Halt! I'll take care of this woman!" Jamke yelled, and aimed an arrow at Aideen.

Sigurd tried to chase after her, but stopped Faran from going any further when he saw Jamke raise the arrow. He feared that with one wrong move from himself, Jamke would shoot the arrow.

"You tricked me!" Jamke screamed.

"No, I didn't!" She screamed back even louder, refusing to lose to the volume of his voice.

"Then why didn't you stop Grannvale!?"

"We received an order from our king! One that I didn't know about before! There's another man like Sandima in Grannvale, too! I'm sure of it!"

"You expect me to believe that!?"

"If you don't, then go ahead, shoot me straight through the heart." Aideen took one step forward.

When she saw that he wasn't trying to shoot, she took another step forward.

"I came to apologize to you. And… to stop the fighting between us once more…" She continued to walk forwards.

"I can't let you trick me this time!" His yelling this time was closer to screeching. His arm holding the bow string started to shake.

"At the very least, please, let's not fight now." Aideen held back tears, making her voice quiver. "Why must we kill each other!? We've turned into Sandima's puppets… Why must so many people die without good reason?"

"..."

"If you fight here, you'll die! I wouldn't be able to take it! If you must fight, then kill me first. I don't want to see you die.”

Now, they were so close to each other that they didn't have to shout, yet Aideen's voice still got all the louder.

"If you must fight, then fight Sandima and all of his allies in Valhalla! Please, please stop fighting! There's already been enough killing!"

Now, there were only a few steps between them.

Jamke tossed his bow aside. "Aideen, I can't kill you." He walked past Aideen's side, and called out to Sigurd, "Prince Sigurd, if you swear to me that your true enemy is Sandima and Sandima alone, then I will call a ceasefire!"

"I swear it on my life, Prince Jamke." Sigurd replied. "We have no reason to fight King Batu. When Sandima is dead, we will stop."

"What about your king's orders?"

"I will report that Sandima was the cause of all of this. If he still orders us to fight, then I will side with Verdane, and fight Grannvale."

"Alright then, I'm calling a ceasefire. We'll fight Sandima, together." Jamke turned around to face his unit and said, "You heard him, everyone! I will fight Sandima with Prince Sigurd. If you dissent, then go home to Verdane. If you intend to fight me, do it now."

His soldiers gathered around him. "Prince Jamke, we're going with you. We don't like that Sandima guy either! Let’s kick his ass!"

#fire emblem #fe #fe4 #genealogy of the holy war #nintendo #snes #super nintendo #famicom #super famicom #japan #japanese #translation #light novel #fe4 suzuki novelization translation

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