#Fayte's not writing

[faytelumos]

Me: Time to move all of my notes I've made on this one story over the last five years into a new folder because they're now completely useless to me. :D

*starts selecting the documents and folders of more documents for this single story of a trilogy*

*click, click, click, click, click—*

52 items selected

Me: ಥㅎಥ It's okay, babies. I still love you. *sets them gently into a folder I know I'll barely ever open again*

[fair-night-starry-tears]

The Bitter Truth, a different ending that was alter

There’s gonna be angst up in here bitches, I have to use the full Ignihyde and most Scarabia group for this bs shit

Ps im using Sahil into this @skboba-stars, AND IM GONNA TRY TO KEEP HER IN CHARACTER OKAY

Isabelle, Estella, Drew, Freya, and Sahil are not my ocs.

Yuui/Amity, Yuu, Aqila, Jasminko, and Fayte are my ocs.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

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It was a battle within a domain, the lighting was a dark violent but bloody somber red hue glows. Every maiden was fighting at their best, against the lord of death and great sorcerer and their minions. Every maiden was at their calmest, keeping their cool and holding their positions. The two maidens against the two powerful was Sahil and Aqila.

Sahil was fighting Hades face on, kicking the god away with a strong kick. The woman smirked as she got a hit to the man. As the lord of fire scream in rage, howling of outburst of flames that burn the room to the hottest temperature. The maidens can withstand it. As everyone was focus, Aqila charged to Jafar. Screaming as she try her damnest to hit him with a dagger. She couldn’t help but scream, “I swear, my life gets a turn for this! But for every waking day, I enjoy kicking your ass!” She screamed, as a boy and girl sprung out from nowhere in the darkness. Blasting the maiden away from the sorcerer as Aqila body was whisked from the blast. Rolling on the ground as she laid by her side, “Aqila!!!” Shouted Drew, as she rushed to aid the girl.

One of the fates, with a mischievous voice, spoke aloud. “It’s funny, for a stupid girl like you who acts like a maiden. But truly…. You aren’t.”

Aqila eyes widen to this. After all, it was confusing as it sounds. “Aqila! Don’t listen to them! They are just crazy!” Shouted Freya, as she quickly shield herself from a punch of Catrina. The ginger with the magenta hue laughs, as she sprung to create a leeway of vines to shove the girl away. “Funny! The fates are always right!” She laughed. Estella jumped from behind, and whacked Catrina further away. Knocking the woman across the arena of battles. As Isabella rush to Freya, helping her up. The other fate began to speak. “Aqila, small hopeless child….” She said, as the sisters and Fayte walk towards her with malicious intent. “You were never a maiden in the first place~….” Said the more taller mature one.

Aqila felt her eyes widen, “w-what…..?” She mumbled.

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Long ago, a knight of the maiden of wit had married his beautiful and courage strong wife with love. Their children’s were born as twins. Beautiful and strong they’ll be at age when they are grown. But truly, they were given a destiny, they were to be the knights for the next maiden of wit. Who had been born a year prior to them. However. A deranged witch seduced the father to conceive a child, so that child can steal the ring from betraying the knights order and maiden themself. Though, the plan did not get followed through. As she became more greedier and greedier, wanting the ring and sabotage every day. Making the children’s be unsafe at their home, they sadly had to leave the kingdom. For good in a new world. However, the maiden of wits wish to bless the children’s on her own, but. One child had taken the ring, yet was given the knight of Aladdin dagger to symbolize her role. And that child. Was you.

“A q i l a”

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Aqila hung her head high, as she ravel into the truth. The fates don’t lie, and everyone was silent. The fight may be held. But Fayte couldn’t help but break the ice with a horrible cruel selfish laugh. “It’s hilarious ISNT it?!” He spoke. “You talk so mighty. But deep down…… you’re the wrong person….” He said. And Aqila world shatter on her, in her eyes was despair. Her entire life, her entire world…. Was just a mistaken role she given herself.

She was the wrong maiden. And the ring just adapt to her as a boost.

This image shows what it truly would’ve been if Aqila hadn’t taken the ring under Jasmine watch

[dfkinkmeme-revival]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: DragonFable (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Notha Ly'Ehr/Remthalas, Notha Ly'Ehr & Remthalas, Hero & Remthalas (DragonFable) Characters: Hero (DragonFable), Notha Ly'Ehr, Remthalas (DragonFable), Uaanta Fayt, Lock (Dragonfable), Key (Dragonfable), Aquella (DragonFable), Myalos Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Quote: Just this once Rose everybody lives. (Doctor Who) Summary:

Prompt:

Tagged canon divergence because I want to see the end of the Defiers of Fate abyssal war epilogue except for a big glaring change: Remthalas wakes up.

Why, how, and how everyone reacts is up to you (though I would prefer to see people happy that he's alive, and if possible, Rem himself getting better, learning to live again, maybe even helping Aquella reclaim the abyss, but really up to the filler.) Artwise feel free to draw him getting a hug from one of the gathered party members + a heartfelt caption of course, but I want Rem to live. If you wanna make it more adult oriented that's also totally fine; all I ask is keep in mind that it's confirmed he's canonically a trans man.

Original Prompt Post

[bananaactivity]

My one goal with Carlos is to make him literally the coolest member of the core four. 🙏😔

For some reason I’ve been hiving the vast middle names idk why… But Carlos is Carlos Glenn de Vil after Glenn Close who plays Cruella in the 1996 live action 101 Dalmatians. AN ABSOLUTE ICON

I’ve also drawn up a couple of fits for Carlos too

This tiger print fit is based upon one of Glenn Closes costumes from her movie. I love this color on Carlos likeee dayummmm 🫣

I am struggling a bit keeping his features consistent but this fit is a slay… I’m toying with the idea of Carlos always wearing red gloves no matter the fit… his cigarette stick I’ve decide will always be red.

(Boyce had the most doe eyes I have ever seen on anybody so I really wanna keep those consistent toooo)

I think I’m going to write the Jay scene from Carlos’ point of view. I’m really loving his redesign and the way he views situations is very analytical which I love to write for ( I think I might like him more then Harry 😰)

Here is a small excerpt from a wip I call “Sonata” , it’s the story about Mal taking Uma’s Shell necklace, and Carlos telling her she Goofed big time:

Like a blur Jay was on his knees, his scimitars splayed out far from reach. Harry’s hands were stuffed to brim with slick brown hair. The edge of his cutlass pressed to just below his Adam’s apple, and the tip of his golden hook caressed the soft of Jays cheeks. “ I told yew Gorgeous, it’s ney so simple.” Jay swallowed as sword dug deeper into his throat, and Harry looked up the hall towards Mal, Evie, and Carlos. Carlos knew Harry so well, he gave only one warning to anyone crossing him, Carson hanging from his entrails had seemed like that warning but maybe he was giving Mal a second chance. It confused him, Harry’s methods were strict, every situation a do or die no second try, he didn’t give more choices than that.

Mal couldn’t spell him she was too slow and by that time Jay would have been minced meat. To Carlos absolutely agony she didn’t offer Harry the necklace, it couldn’t be clearer that he was giving them, no MAL, the chance to save Jay. Was she really that prideful? Then Harry laughed, a loud crazed noise, the resulting tremble giving Jay a cut the size of a hair. He gasped and Harry quieted and crouched lower, tilting his sword and jays head to opposing angles, and most peculiarly soothing him as he did so.

Jay strained but let out no more sound. Harry’s smile returned as he gazed deeper into Jays wild eyes. “ I like yew gorgeous~ Ye get straight to the point yur strong and I’d say the fairest challenge I’ve ‘ad in ten years.” He was whispering soft enough to be intimate, and loud enough for the spectacle. With a curious glance at Mal he lifted his brows a bit and continued “ If this is to be yur fayt I ‘ope to give yew one final swan song tou yur crew~ A… beautiful sonata o’ sorts, strung by my sword on the cords of yur throat ringing tru from the vibrato o’ your trachea, the final breaths yew gasp as you cling to the thinnest strings of your life, the gurgling o’ yur blud drowning out the final cords of your death and the grand finale: the deafening silence as yew slip swiftly into the unknown. I will do yew this service and remember the beautiful dulcet tunes o’ yur dying breaths. Lest yer crew find it in them to spare yur life, though I’m sure the sounds o’ yur death may be as beautiful a tune as I have ‘eard yet, ney they very well mey be so Id be in deep regret to take yew so soon Jay.”

That’s all I’m giving youuuu rn 😻

(Of course Jay survives this takes place before they get picked to go to Auradon Uni but you do nt know HOW he survived 🙄 Did Carlos plead for his life, did Mal give Harry the necklace, or did Harry chicken out of making an example of him, find out next time on dragon ball z)

[the-weirdos-mind]

Unexpected Band

I shared this idea with @marrondrawsalot and @anxious-twisted-vampire so here we go;

Fayte, Estella, and Troy become friends through a mutual love of music and often play songs together. Fayte sees the potential for the two and suggests they form a band. Troy and Estella agree and often meet outside of school to compose songs and play at local spots in town. They’re play different genres of rock and take influence from their favorite bands

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @abyssthing198

[mcalhenwrites]

AO3 First Lines Tag Game

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway. I put almost all my work in a private collection so most of my work is "grounded" from being seen lmao 1. all to see you smile Ferdinand rolls out the scroll across the wooden table, using ornamental paperweights to prevent it curling up on him. The eyes of the royal correctional officer, Clifford, are on him as he reads through the ancient cursive. “This can’t be serious. I’ve never heard of this.” Clifford shrugs. “I don’t make the rules.” “Are you sure this isn’t a forgery? You’re not pulling a prank on me?” Ferdinand eyes him sternly. “No, but this would be a fantastic joke. I’m enjoying your reaction.” 2. A year spent together, as always Hazel wriggles closer to Ferdinand’s side. Their room shouldn’t be so cold, but there’s something marvelous to be said about sharing warmth in bed with a loved one. 3. Eda, Darling I have no attachments to this house. It is not where I raised my children from babies to adulthood. All those memories are at the property Willie sold before we moved into this excessively grand place where I have lived almost a decade now. Until tonight. 4. Rascal The slipper slaps across the seat of his trousers, pushing him forward as his fingernails leave new scratches under the lip of his wooden desk. The rubber sole stings even through two layers of cotton. Merciless strokes leave oval prints on the flesh of his backside. 5. Woeful Spring Colds A dry feeling nags at Ferdinand’s throat as he pedals his bicycle home from the grocery store. He careens over to the side and stops. Ahead of him, Hazel glances over his shoulder and swings back around. 6. Stargazers' Hill For the first time in their lives, the people at the Glasser Mortuary did the opposite of their jobs: they pulled a body out of a casket. This one happened to be breathing, which was fortunate for all of them. Humphrey Glasser did not need his hard-earned reputation to be shaken by a police investigation. 7. Ravish Him Hazel Raston might have been a little drunk when he first spotted Ferdinand Aletto standing by the nearest exit of the dormitory common room. So drunk, in fact, that he snagged Sinclair’s sleeve and hissed much too loudly in his ear, “Who is he? I want to ravish him.” Specifically, Hazel wanted to rip the stranger’s buttons off his shirt with his teeth and lick his chest down to his navel until he had his cock in his mouth. 8. Ungrateful Little Princeling I don’t care. That’s the thought that continually crosses Hazel’s mind as his father rambles about the quality of the car model. Real gold, real chrome—it’s impressive for a collectable item, but Hazel doesn’t want it. There is someone out in the world who would better appreciate this model. Hazel thinks it’s tacky. 9. Fresh The brown-haired version of Fayt stared down at his doppelganger. A rivulet of blood ran from his temple to cheek, a souvenir of Albel’s sword. More of it dampened the front of his shirt. His breathing came jagged, raspy. Death was imminent. He would no longer be a threat. The superstition went that if you saw your doppelganger, you would die. What happened when the doppelganger died first? 10. Pretty Cute Smile

Some small part of Demyx knew he wasn’t invited whenever he dropped in at Ansem’s lab for any reason outside of business, that the researchers found him incredibly annoying at even the best of times. He pretended to never pick up on their disdain. Why bother with the particulars? He enjoyed Ienzo’s company, and he was going to have it one way or another. In fact, maybe he liked Ienzo a little better than Zexion, because Ienzo smiled. And that smile was pretty cute. Tagging: @yume-x-hanabi @iseliadragonwill @latte-cosmico @ringnis @squidlykitten @flamingo-bubbles @somegiantmess (do you write fics? I could swear you do? XD) @cyanidesouffle @yoshigali and @thatwindingpath although some people I tagged aren't super active ;A; Apologies if you didn't want tagged! Just ignore this if so!

[sortahawkward]

tag game! via @falbet 🥰

Three ships:

Albel/Fayt - (Star Ocean: Till the End of Time) the og ancient ship that will never die for me (even if the fandom did).

Laslow/Xander - (Fire Emblem: Fates) Everyone moved onto FE16 but I'm stuck here :] but I enjoy my many FE ships through the ages and this one is my enduring favorite.

Fenris/Hawke - (Dragon Age 2) my favorite of the DA ships, also an enduring fav. Fenris helped make me trans :D

First Ever Ship:

Ken Ichijouji/Hikari Yagami from Digimon 02. Really I just adored Ken (my original heel face turn villain with character development) and the pairing with Hikari was the most popular behind Yolei (who I hated). I even wrote fic for it once. Albel and Fayt were my first gay ship :D

Last Song: This was super stuck in my head so I jammed to it. Need to buy the mp3.

Last Movie:

I saw Avatar 2 with my parents and had a good time seeing the critters and worldbuilding and speculative biology. Yes yes I know the issues of depictions of appropriated indigenous culture but I'm too tired to have that debate with my parents. They were very hyped to see it as they also loved the first one so I settled back for a chill fun time at the IMAX theater. I actually teared up as the movie started since it was the first movie I saw in theaters since the pandemic and it hit me hard how much I MISSED seeing stuff in theaters ; ;

Currently Reading:

Currently reading Snow White With the Red Hair manga with my fiance :D and I just finished "Winter's Orbit" which was gay sci fi. Now searching for more gay goodness to read.

Currently Watching:

Been watching lots of educational youtube with fiance. Some favs are: Tasting History with Max Miller, Bernadette Banner, Evan and Katelyn, Adam Ragusea, Cinema Therapy, Studson Studios, Rowan Ellis, Hello Future Me, Rachel Maksy, Fall of Civilizations podcast, Shaun...etc There's a lot of shows I've downloaded to watch when the brain gets in the mood to, like the Dragon Age show and Sandman. One day...

Currently consuming:

I've been playing a lot of random city building games, like I finished Airborn Kingdom and now I'm playing Pharoah: A New Era. Pharoah is very good and in-depth but it's a buggy new release, which is frustrating here and there. I enjoy the egyptian history though. I've also been modding and replaying gay Skyrim.

Currently craving:

More time!! 40 hours a week at my job doesn't leave much for writing and creating myself :[. Also I crave a new fandom or something, and fic to read...feeling kind of listless and I think I've burned out on my tales of vesperia kick. Maybe it's time to reread some old fic favs? Or time to scrounge up some RP I really wanna write.

tagging: @beanbakery @pompadoriangray @hallowedlore @sharinalein and/or anyone else who wants to do the thing, consider yourself tagged :D no pressure ofc

[midnightunderground-npcs]

Karnstein Kafe’s Holiday Hodge Podge

While many winter holidays may be over now, that has not stopped Rina Mochizuki from allowing a moment of celebration at her Kafé. A vampire for longer than she will tell you, she has decided to combine many of the holidays to help her friends of the Underground celebrate to the best of their ability. It isn’t the traditional time for celebration, December 29th is closer to New Years than the Winter Solstice, but then again, she’s never been a particularly traditional woman.

That and her cohabitant, Ludovicus Hummel, has kindly (certainly not through threat or force) opened up his shop upstairs for browsing as well. I would not linger too long but there are many curiosities there that may interest you. Perhaps most of all the Unseelie Fae who owns it.

Karnstein Kafé will also feature may delicious treats from around the world’s holiday celebrations that will leave you satisfied. She’ll also be selling her regular treats as well. It’s not everywhere you can get a substitute of human blood in sanguinaccio dolce after all.

While there may not be anything over the top or fancy about the Kafé’s Holiday Hodge Podge, it does offer a cozy place to take a loved one for a moment of peace amongst the busy winter season. The food is delicious, the company is divine, and the curiosities are wondrous. 

This event will take place on:

December 29th beginning at stores open at 12 pm all the way until close at 4am!

The party is open to:

Everyone in the Midnight Underground!

Required attendance:

@camkiskadden​

Things at the party include:

Rina’s famous fried chicken

Any and all wares discounted from Fayteful Findings as well as Karnstein Kafé

A small ornament to write your wish on and hang on a tree for the new year

A white elephant affair: bring a gift and pass it down!

Rina always has such a way of making these little affairs so quaint and cozy. But I wonder what words she has for our dear Cameron? If it is even her words at all.

Sincerely,

[molloytheboy]

1, 9, 15!

1. What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

My first fic I ever wrote was a multifandom crossover modern AU with my bestie in high school featuring our OCs being romantically entangled with every anime boy we had crushes on

The first slashfic I wrote by myself was Cliff/Fayt from the video game Star Ocean: Till the End of Time. I still have the file on my laptop with the last edited date from when I finished it in 2008. It is atrociously bad and I read it every now and then to remind myself how much I've improved

9. Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?

Canon-compliant but they can fuck (in the case of VC) I dabble in canon divergence occasionally, but never AUs. I like my fantasy settings to stay fantastical

15. Answered here!

[rosalia-the-guardian]

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一"N-nergh..." The feeling of stupor was very slowly wearing off as she tried to waken herself further. Her head was pounding and oddly felt stiff against whatever she was laying on, as did many parts of herself. Shifting was impossible as she found when the smallest turn of her head was resisted, and she quickly gave up when it tugged against her horn. Eyes opening at last, she stared into the dimly lit room where she was surrounded by statues while she herself was in the middle and standing upright.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一A tsking noise was heard off to her right, and while she couldn't see, the voice was immediately identified. "You waken far too quickly for your own good, my dear."

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一"....Milos." Yes, there were confusion and surprise, mixed with growing hurt when she started realizing that this was no prank. He planned this. The few months probably led them up to this point. She could see that he had done this many times for a lot of victims, as she could begin to pick out what she thought were rocky debris as skeletons in their stead. There were probably fifteen of them just in front of her.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一The pain of betrayal had already begun to harden to anger. "This is hardly what I would call a romantic endeavor." The Guardian was deliberately keeping her tone cool even as the man kicked a few bones out of his way to make his way to the front, a glint of metallic in his hand.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一"Ah, it's so refreshing to not have a screaming banshee as they realize their fate," Milos replied, his expression holding malice glee. "But gods are made of sterner stuff, I'd imagine. Isn't that right, my Rozalina?" Due to his heavy accent, he had first called her that until later on. It had been cute the first time all those months ago, but it was already grinding at her nerves.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一Again she suppressed her growing anger. "And I suppose you intend to find out. What have you done to all those before me?" The Guardian took note that he seemed a little off put by her lack of fright even as he swept his arm out, the dagger in his hand me visible now. It held runes and etched script in the blade, which had to mean it meant more than decorations.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一"All these creatures were failures to my research," he answered with an amiable tone. "There's not enough blood within them for real use. Even some of the more magical variant were of little use, no matter how long I kept them alive." Indeed there were more than human remains there; there were some lizard folk known as scalazi on this world, and others she hadn't known as of yet.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一Milos turned back to her, dagger held higher. "Blood is the most crucial ingredient needed for turning myself immortal. All these had done were extend my lifeforce and kept me young. So not entirely wasteful, but disappointing nonetheless." He gave a wicked smirk. "You were the breakthrough I needed. Golden blood flows in you, something that should hold the key. But you were also the hardest catch to draw in. You leaving would make all that time wasted."

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一"That would explain you desperately convincing me to have one last meal together," she finished for him, still tasting that sharp bitter taste she had from her drink. It was heavily drugged, though he didn't count on her ability to purge her system so quickly by her own natural magic. Even now she could feel it rapidly disappearing, though he took great pains to have her immobilized. Now that her senses were returning, she could feel her feathers twisted and pressed down against her muscles where manacles were bound around the joints, keeping them outstretched and stiff behind her, and the cold links around the base of her horn where it was then wrapped around to hold her head flat against her support.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一Milos laughed, brushing the blade along her stomach though the laughter died when she didn't so much as flinch. He had always been weary around her when she didn't react the way he expected her. But he was cocky, so sure of his position. "We'll be able to spend much more time together after this ritual. I don't intend to try and kill such a pretty goddess, even if it were possible. You have a far more resilient nature, a system that us mere mortals can't hope to have without such help. Who knows, perhaps I'll have to do this on a regular basis to retain my new status. You'll be the eternal fountain for my rituals and magic."

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一Beyond him, where the shadows were at their darkest, a figure melted into view of the Guardian, one that is all too familiar. Dea, watching silently from where she materialized even as she knew she caught Rosalia's attention. There were no indication that she planned to help. That alone made the Rebirth's anger to boiling point, though not enough to fail and realize that there were something else that Dea held almost gingerly in her hands; a small crystal mirror.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一"You are very much mistaken." This time, her voice held a hint of anger. It seemed to amuse the man as he regarded her, the dagger still held against her bare skin.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一"Am I? I've had years to research how to hold even gods captive, and I've only used the best magic for you. Your essence is held as tightly as the chains upon you, unable to shift out of them. They who hold the majority of the gods' essence can keep them imprisoned." The blade began to slide along the skin, a warm gush beginning to flow as the action caused cold sweat to form, the Guardian unable to restrain that intake hiss from the sharp cut. Pain was not new, nor deliberate ones like this, but it still hurt. "The containment spells were perfected just for you."

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一She could feel her wound itching as it already started healing even without her help, though it was slowed by whatever magic the dagger was inscribed with. Several drops had slid down her skin. But she was not going to stay here any longer. "I am not one of your world's gods." Drawing in energy from the earth around her, Rosalia shook off the remains of the drugs and reached deep into her powers. The earth trembled beneath them.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一"What in the..." Milos took a step back, his expression no longer one of triumph. "Your magic should have been sealed along with your essence!"

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一The support turned out to be carved stone, which she gladly used to her will as she caused it to shift, the chains only a hindrance until the stone was used to snap links apart. Limbs were freed all at once, and the chains fell away as she wretched the set from around her head. "Milos Tunik, you have caused great misfortune to many who fell before your selfish desires.” The ground beneath his feet was liquefying before he had a chance to make a move, sinking him down to his knees before she willed the stone to solidify once more.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一Raising a hand toward Dea, the crystal mirror flew toward her to hover over her slim digits, barely missing the man’s face when he had tried to follow her gaze but still seeing nothing in the shadows. “May Fayte judge your actions.”

⊰👁⊱一The mirror shimmered before a reflection began to take shape within the surface, revealing a young woman of gentle emerald-colored hair, her golden eyes piercing through the man’s own. 

⊰👁⊱一”The course of fifty-two years has brought the total of twenty-eight victims. Your most recent, Trina Hyru, had a great destiny that would have brought a great time of peace to your warring kingdoms. Her death had only inflamed the war and countless had been lost to the struggle when it could have been prevented. In committing these acts and evading your natural course, you are found GUILTY.”

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一Milos struggled with the floor, the dagger chipping at the stone with little effect even as he felt sweat drenching his face. “You’re... you have no right to pass judgement. You’re not even gods of this world!” His mind was whirling from all this information being stated, trying to grasp at something that would render them powerless before him. His longer life was not meant to end here.

≾⚖≿一The silent figure watching from the shadows finally stepped forward, her boots ringing through the room with such force that it caused the man to cease his struggle. It seemed the temperature had suddenly dropped by ten degrees. “Nor were you meant to live this long, Milos Tunik. Your story was meant to end fifty-three years ago. For evading your death and causing me more trouble, as well as your crimes, you are hereby marked for the Second Circle of Infernam when you were originally meant for the Sixth Circle.” Her hand pressed against the back of Milos’ head before he had time to react, the man’s scream as the searing cold engulfed him while his lifeforce was forcibly ejected from his body echoing the room for only a few seconds until the life was pulled from his rapidly disintegrating body. Dea’s hand closed around the soul orb and clenched her fingers around it, her would-be eyes watching the ashes fall to the ground.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一Even though this was necessary, Rosalia had to focus her attention elsewhere and forced herself to instead concentrate on the wound on her stomach, even as she closed her eyes to the sound of Milos’ screams and felt the dull ache at the base of her horn. Yet the hurt still remained. 

≾⚖≿一”It’s done.” Dea meanwhile was all business, the spirit orb sent directly to Infernam with the flash of energy where it could be judged properly. Pulling out her shades to carefully fit back over her eyes, the Death Guardian turned away while the crystal mirror returned to her possession. “...think it’s still worth it, Rosalia?” she commented even as she opened a shadowy vortex to return her to their dimension. Without waiting for a response, she stepped through it, the portal closing behind her with deliberation.

Ʒ🕁Ƹ一Which was fine by the Rebirth Guardian; there was no answer to give.

[faytelumos]

Rescue

I have absolutely no idea why I hadn't planned on posting this.

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Hero closed the fridge door again, empty-handed. Their options were meager and time-consuming, and they didn't have the energy tonight.

They limped to the cupboard and opened it, their eyes falling to the crackers. They pulled out the box, and it felt like they were on their last sleeve. They… could probably hold off. It was late enough by now they could just go to bed. They could save the crackers for breakfast. If they combined it with a coffee, they could probably make it through to the afternoon.

They set the crackers back in the cabinet and closed the door. They flicked off the lights as they hobbled past, keeping a hand along the wall for stability and guidance. Their stomach growled despondently, and they limped into their room. Falling into bed was a relief, and they were exhausted enough to fall asleep within half an hour.

Their front door opened.

Hero flinched awake, heart pounding, ears straining. Was it a dream? Were they imagining—

Someone was moving in their living room. In their kitchen.

Hero slowly got out of bed, trembling, breathing hard. They strained, avoiding putting their weight on their bad leg, and did their best to sneak to the door. They turned the handle carefully as the intruder opened their fridge. Ha, were they only here to steal groceries? Then they came to the wrong apartment.

The light was on in the kitchen. Hero braced a hand on the door, moving slowly, deliberately. Closer, quietly, so they could see the open fridge door—

Villain turned away from the fridge, grabbed a jug of milk off of the floor, and turned to put it in the fridge.

Hero stared as Villain packed eggs and ground beef and a head of lettuce and a bunch of carrots into the fridge. They looked to the front door, which was again closed, to the doorframe that looked perfectly intact. They looked to the grocery bags, to the meat and vegetables on the counter, next to the stove.

"Are you going to keep hiding like a shadow?" Villain asked, closing the fridge and putting away pasta and rice and condiments. Hero hesitated before limping into the light.

"What are you doing here?" Hero said lowly. They tried their best to stand upright, to be threatening. If the organization knew they'd let Villain into their home, there'd be hell to pay.

Villain paused, then looked over their shoulder at Hero.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" They shook their head, turning back to the cupboards. "Get off that ankle." Hero bristled.

"Get out of my house," they threatened. Villain wiggled their fingers and ooed mockingly.

"Oh, my, I'd better not cross the starving, injured, sleep-deprived Hero." They packed away a loaf of bread. "I'd be in for a real thrashing."

"I mean it!"

Villain closed the cabinet door sharply, looking directly at Hero. Hero flinched at the sharp sound and movement.

"Sit. Down."

"Make me," Hero whispered. They knew they weren't good for a fight right now, but if they didn't try—

Villain marched straight for them. Hero took up a modified stance, keeping their weight off of their bad leg, and when Villain got to them they struck. Villain deflected the blow with ease and then grabbed Hero sharply by the ear.

"Ow! Ow!"

"Shut up."

Villain pushed them back into a chair, then went for the stove. They turned on the heat and drizzled some oil Hero didn't own into a pan. Hero watched, a little mesmerized, as Villain started cutting up an onion. They did something weird, not cutting it all the way through on one side, and they didn't so much as sniffle as they chopped it up into little pieces. Then they dumped it into the pan, and Hero listened to it sizzle as Villain got started on a tomato.

"What are you doing?" Hero asked again. Villain barely spared a look over their shoulder.

"I'm making you something to eat." Hero blinked, breathing deeper around the tension in their chest.

"W-why?" Villain dumped the diced tomato into the pan next, then grabbed some spices Hero had never seen before.

"Because you can't heal a sprained ankle on crackers and soda."

Hero looked down at the tabletop. Why was Villain doing this? Was this a ploy? It had to be a trick; they wanted something. If Hero ate this, they'd owe Villain.

"Whatever it is you want me to do, I won't," they rasped.

"You mean eat a proper fucking meal?" Villain said smartly without turning. They stirred the veggies Oh, jeez, it already smelled great.

"This is a trick," Hero whispered.

"The only trick is getting the horse to drink water," Villain replied. Hero's stomach growled loudly at that moment. There was barely anything in the pan and it already smelled amazing.

"I, you can't fool me," Hero tried weakly. "I'm, you can't just buy me with food." Villain laughed, throwing their head back slightly as they did.

"Oh, baby," Villain chuckled, looking to Hero in the weak light, "even if you were right, you'd be wrong." They just kept chuckling, and Hero watched as they opened up a package of ground beef.

Hero watched, once again hypnotized by the sight of Villain's cooking. They added in the meat and continued to stir intermittently, adding more spices and smelling the pan along the way. The kitchen was soon full of the warm, mouth-watering scent of it, and Hero's stomach growled desperately.

There was a catch. There had to be a catch. Six hours ago, Villain was dancing around Hero like they were a mere pest. The fight had been over almost before it started, and Villain had walked all over them. And now they were here, in the middle of the night, chopping cilantro on their counter.

But, God, it smelled so good. And Hero was so hungry. When was the last time they'd had a proper meal? With more than two food groups?

"What do you want?" Hero rasped. "For the food?"

"I want you to stop asking me stupid questions." Hero shut their mouth, watching the quick way Villain roughly cut the greens. They were more precise with the lettuce next, and then they stirred the pan again before producing taco shells and warming them in the steam from the meat. A moment later, they opened a bag of shredded cheese.

Hero sat silently as Villain flicked off the heat and scooped the meat into the shells. They sprinkled on some cheese and cilantro and a more generous amount of lettuce, producing four tacos in quick succession. They set them down, dug a plate out from a cupboard, and then Hero was looking at four hot, loaded tacos right in front of them.

They didn't spare another thought to the cost, lifting up the first carefully. They took a bite, mindful of the loose way it was all packed.

It was amazing. Warm and just barely spicy and crisp and soft and crunchy and —

Hero took another bite, and another. They were halfway into the second when Villain sat down before them.

"At least someone appreciates my cooking," Villain grumbled. Hero slowed down, the reality coming back to them now. They swallowed what they had and put the taco back down, and Villain's sharp eyes snapped to their face. "If you ask me one more time what I want from you, I'm going to strangle you," they growled.

Hero snapped their mouth shut again.

"I don't want anything from you," Villain growled. "You need someone to take care of you. Because the people who employ you clearly don't." Hero frowned.

"They're good to me."

"Then why did they let you fight me on a sprained ankle?" Hero opened their mouth to mention the shortage of heroes lately. "Why do they continue to postpone your weigh-ins?" Hero faltered. How did Villain even know about that? "Why do they pay you in peanuts?" Hero gritted their teeth. "Why don't they send someone to check on you? To make sure you're okay? Why don't they have you in therapy?"

Hero looked down, their vision. They didn't know how to ask for a raise. And they'd called to see a therapist so many times. But nobody cared. Nobody ever took the time to care.

Hero sniffled, reaching up and covering their face. Villain shifted, and then Hero was being pulled into a tight hug.

"You're worth more than this," Villain hissed, their arms wrapped around Hero's head. "You don't deserve this. I can see it wearing you down."

Hero gritted their teeth, fighting the tears, but their throat was beyond sore now, and they sniffed and shook in Villain's tight hold.

"All I want," Villain rumbled, "is for you to get what you deserve. Because it's not those shit stains at the organization."

Hero whimpered softly, losing the fight with their tears. Villain let go and knelt down, and they wiped away Hero's tears with both hands as Hero sat and shook and sniffled pathetically. Villain looked over their face, hands on their cheeks, and Hero closed their eyes as Villain leaned in, kissing their forehead firmly.

"I meant it when I said I'm not fighting you anymore," Villain said against their skin. "I can't keep facing someone who doesn't deserve my wrath." They kissed Hero again, firmer this time, and Hero put their hands over Villain's. Villain pulled back, wiping at another tear. "Now eat your damned food," they whispered.

Hero nodded, sniffing, and slowly turned to their plate again. They continued to eat through the threat of tears, sniffing and struggling to swallow past the lump in their throat.

It was the best food they'd ever had.

[fair-night-starry-tears]

It was another tiring day, filled with pain and bruises. This was another day of battles, the maidens and princesses have fought against the evil heroes. And it was most tiring how they been ahead of them almost every time. But every day have been exhausting. However, Neige always look forward to returning to the hide out. Sitting on a chair, was a short dark blue hair with bright pale purple eyes in a dark hoodie as the boy scrolled through his phone

“Babe~!!” The boy cheered, dashing to the hoodie’d boy as he ran to the boy and gave him a hug. As the boy jumped but laughed as the boy, named Ife, held Neige close. “Sheesh. Does those exercise routines really hurt?” The boy jokingly laughed. The girls were…. Much indifferent when Neige brought the boy to meet the crew, Ife brought a lot of unsettlement, after all. They were keeping their roles a secret. But some reason, they don’t understand why they don’t feel alright.

Ife was just laughing and chatting with Neige, as they were talking when the girls check out their damages. While the girls were on their instruments, Isabelle noticed something. Weird with Ife. She saw a familiar sky blue hair hidden under his dark dull greenish blue. She walked towards Ife, getting close as she pulled on the darker hair. And boy….

Was. That a mistake. When the boy wig was snatched off, long pale sky blue hair with dark blue tints flew out, as he was surprised. Glaring at the girl, as Neige flinched to the sight. Jumping away from his lover. As Ife stayed silent, inhaling as he slowly threw his head back. And suddenly.

“Pfft- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!” As Ife- no. Fayte. Removes the extra layer of fabric from his mouth to reveal the marks beside his mouth, revealing his bright red eyes, and his true nature. “Oh my goodness!! This is… hahahah!!! So absolutely wonderful!” He laughed. He couldn’t stop laughing, amusing himself of this horrid charade. Playing so nicely to be someone boyfriend and reveal his true nature. “It’s you….” Said Yuui/Amity. As the other girls prepare themselves. “That’s right~! Thanks for noticing. I like to thank, Neige~! For showing me your hide out! I say. Thanks… maiden of Kindness.” As Neige eyes widen, he never told anyone this. “H-how….?” As Fayte smirks. “I knew…. I always known!” He chuckled. “And to think, you fallen for me. At my disguise? Oh my how hilarious!” As Fayte walked to the doors. “I recommend you something girls…. It’s been an honor.” He said. “To find your weaknesses.” He added. As Fayte closed the doors. As Freya and Estella rushed to the doors, only the kick them open. And the boy was gone.

Neige, now disheartens and realizing the weight of the lies, his heart now full of pains and despair. To be played like that. It was not so fair. It was so cruel. All the girls gather to him, it was not his fault. He fell in love, only to be hurt so badly. They should’ve noticed he was a spy. A traitor in disguise. Now he knows their weaknesses. This day got even worse. Now they must be wary and careful. As now the secret is out for blood.

Somewhere.

As Fayte head was smashed to the ground, as the prince of Destruction aka Yuuto. Was furious that Fayte scheme of his charade came to an end. “How can you be so careless?!” He shouted. As Fayte struggles to bring himself up. “M-my liege! Bare with me! I come with gifts! Stories of the girls and Neige hide out. Their weaknesses! Their homes!” He shouted. As Yuuto smashed the boy head further. “…..very well. Don’t disappoint us. And don’t think of saying you actually fell for that boy either.” Yuuto said. As he leaves Fayte alone.

As Fayte remembers that despair look on Neige face, the look of broken love. The face of being betrayed. He could’ve help but smile to the sight. “I love that look on his face…. I can’t wait…. To see more of it!” He laughed to himself.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626

(I FINALLY FUCKING WRITE)

[sezja]

15, 16, and 18

Ask me about video games

15: Which two games do you think would make an awesome crossover?

I don't know about crossovers - I'm more a fan of "what would happen if This Character were born in This Universe instead," as you know all too well. If I had to pick, I'd say nearly any game I otherwise enjoy, with Vagrant Story's thorough approach to dungeon crawling and exploration.

16: Character you’ve hated most? From what game?

Man, Zenos is up there. I'm not the kind of person who hates villainous characters on principle, obviously, but Zenos is boring, and they've done nothing to make him interesting. "Hated" might not even be the right word - hatred is at least an emotion, you know? I can't even hate this guy. I mostly hate what his presence does for FFXIV's story, dragging it down and holding it back just when Shadowbringers showed us what the writing and the game itself are capable of.

Outside of villainous characters, Fayt and Sophia from Star Ocean 3 also just... never won me over. A lot of it's probably the voice acting, but I'm also just not a fan of a lot of their story beats - beats that were managed better and with more grace by Edge and Reimi in SO4.

18: A game you wish your friends knew about?

Vagrant Story is literally my favorite game ever, but my god, trying to get people into it probably qualifies as an act of violence.

[the-weirdos-mind]

First Impressions

My Yuu’s first impressions of some OCs/Yuu’s and her current thoughts about them. Note that it took Estella a while to open up to them as she’s shy and had past experiences with bullying with some people pretending to be her friends but only to ditch her.

Isabelle Rosa

First meeting: Estella thought that Isabelle was a bit shy like her and really nice and seemed to pick up the vibe that she’ll help others in need

Now: Estella now sees Isabelle as one of her best friends other than the first years. She goes to her to read books with her and get mad at character death’s together

Dreary Crowley

First meeting: Estella thought that Dreary was bubbly and cheerful and sweet

Now: Estella sees Dreary as a good friend of hers. She definitely introduced her to the pastel goth look as she thought she could pull it off

Drew

First meeting: Estella thought that Drew was also shy but could flip the switch from sweet to the complete opposite if messed with

Now: Estella sees Drew as an older cousin figure and good friend. She goes to her if she needs help with styling her hair

Freya Grimoire

First meeting: Estella was imitated by Freya, she sensed that if the wrong button was pushed then you’d regret it

Now: Estella sees Freya as a bit of a older sister figure. She goes to her for fashion advice and if she needs backup in a fight

Mia d’Angelo

First meeting: Estella thought that Mia was a really innocent and nice child

Now: Estella sees some of her younger cousins in Mia and looks after her in her own way. I definitely see Mia giving Estella spicy chicken nuggets while she give her a cupcake in return

Darling Crowley

First meeting: Estella thought that Darling was like Wednesday Addams, can and will kill you in your sleep if you make her mad

Now: Estella sees Darling as another best friend. She also goes to her fashion advice and help for any school work that she’s struggling with

Fayte Lyfie

First meeting: Estella thought that Fayte would be another version of Vil but meaner

Now: Estella sees Fayte as a good friend and even introduces him to some rock and metal bands from her home world. She also goes to him for any music recommendations

Minako Sakamaki

First meeting: Estella was worried about Minako’s mental health and thought she was bipolar or something

Now: Estella sees Minako as a good friend. She goes to her to help create some good comebacks

Isabelle and Dreary belong to @adrianasunderworld

Drew belong to @mangacupcake

Freya and Mia belong @writing-heiress

Darling and Fayte belong to @marrondrawsalot

Minako belong to @anxious-twisted-vampire

[mcalhenwrites]

🍓🦷🪲

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  Uhhh... I didn't really write much fanfiction until Spiral Bonds of Reasoning and Star Ocean 3 fandoms, but I remember attempting Shadow Hearts fanfic before that. I really wanted to have more SH content, that's all I know, and Spiral I wanted to write things that I thought might happen in-between canon, and with SO3, I was into Fayt/Albel (still am) and wanted to write them being stupid. It was great. 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on I know a bunch, then you ask, and I'm like, "What?" Get a fancy thermos. Keep it filled with water. You'll want and need that chilled goodness, and it's better than plastic bottles. 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here I might just add an excerpt from what I typed last night, otherwise tumblr will get mad at me taking too much time and refuse to post my post. This is from Little Horrors, Hervey and Algernon (and it is 50 words exactly apparently!):

“Can I get anything while we’re here?”

“We’re near the cosmetic department.”

“What would I get there?”

“They sell hairbrushes,” Algernon reminds him cheerfully.

Hervey’s shoulders stiffen. “Don’t need that. You have plenty of them.”

“Not one on me, and I think I might need one before we get home.”

((((Also, this ask could be interpreted as biting into a strawberry and finding a bug. Just saying. XD))))

[sentofighta]

Name / Alias: Faty - Fayt - Fai - Moogle etc etc etc

Are you over 18?  Yes  /  No Is your muse over 18?  Yes /  No (multi muses)

When was your blog established? 1/3/2017

WRITING

Are you selective about who you write with? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people - mutuals preferred) / Private (mutuals only)

Are you selective about who you follow? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people) /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people)

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon? Not at all  / A little  / Some  / Mostly / Strictly /  Not Applicable

What post lengths do you write? One-Liners  / Single-Para /  Multi-Para  /  Novella / All of the aforementioned

Do you use icons and/or GIFS? No  /  Gifs  /  Icons  /  Yes / Sometimes

Do you write on other platforms? No  /  Yes [d.iscord]

What level of plots do you write? Unplotted  /  Open-Ended Plots  /  Semi-Plotted /  Fully Plotted Epics /  All of the aforementioned

How quickly do you usually respond to threads? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks)  / Average (1-2 weeks)  /  Fast (less than one week)  /  Very Fast (less than three days) /  It depends (on the thread+real life interference) 

What types of themes do you like? Adventure / Romance /  Fluff /  Angst  / Smut  /  Violence /  Tragedy /  Domestic  /  Family

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? ( Feel free to add! ) High Fantasy /  Supernatural / Science Fiction /  Historical  /  Horror /  Comedy / Romantic  / Drama / Action / Adventure /  Espionage / All of the aforementioned

Are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog? (Not triggers) No  /  Yes  /  Sometimes 

Do you have any triggers? How do you request it tagged? Just the usual n.sfw naked and all that because i have my mom sitting beside me sometimes and it is....not fun when i have to do the mad keyboard mashing to avoid that embarrassment.

SHIPPING

What types of relationships are you open to? Romantic /  Platonic  /  Familial / All of the aforementioned

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial / All of the aforementioned [but after good mun-mun talking]

Do you have OTPs? No /  Chemistry Only  / Yes

Do you have NOTPS? No / Yes [ask if you are interested im lazy to list]

What is your muse’s sexual orientation? [different muses] Heterosexual  /  Heteroflexible  / Bisexual / Pansexual  /  Homoflexible  /  Homosexual /Demisexual /  Sapiosexual /  ( Grey ) Asexual  / Still trying to figure it out.

What is your muse’s romantic orientation? Heteroromantic /  Heteroflexible  / Biromantic /  Homoflexible  /  Homoromantic  /  Panromantic /  Demiromantic /  Sapioromantic  / Aromantic / Still trying to figure it out.

Are you comfortable writing smut? No  /  Selectively [very highly like every once in a blue moon] /  Yes

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically? Autoship / During plotting  /  After a couple IC interactions  / Several IC interactions / Slow burn /  Plot dependent  /  Never  

Are you open to toxic ships? No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

Are you open to problematic ships? No /  Selectively /  Yes

Are you open to polyshipping? No /  Selectively [depend on the muse and the partners]  / Yes /  I am not sure.

Are you an exclusive shipper? Never /  Sometimes [this needs longer explination]  /  Yes 

Does crack shipping ever happen? No   /  Yes

TAGGING!

tagged by: @vaenaera (thanks!)

tagging: you see, you steal