#Five Blades

[storywonker]

The problem with this "wip" (currently in planning stages) is that I have 5 (technically 6 but one's interstitial) PoV characters but currently only 3 arcs worked out

[latehere]

been in this kind of mood as of recently

[chiliger]

Child safety? On Kamino???

[kenzakikazuma]

can everyone look at them please

[surfacage]

can you maybe chill

[mic-check-stims]

Joey Wheeler attacked by gangs in an alley with pizza stimboard for @electricgaslight

X-X-X X-X X-X-X

[sleepymaven]

Elden Ring/Dark Souls and the Sheer Lack of Fanfics. (A Slight Rant and Ramble.)

Alright, we need to talk, Elden Ring and Dark Souls Fandoms...

There are hundreds of thousands of you out there who love these games... So many, in fact, that they are both some of the most popular game franchises ever made...

So, pray tell, why is there such an atrocious lack of... fanfics!?

Come on, man! I. Want. More. Fanfiction!!

Give me a coffee shop au where Miquella takes Malenia to his favorite coffee shop and introduces her to the cute batista.

Give me a crossover ship between Messmer and Gwyndolin where they help eachother through their familial issues and trauma.

Give me a hurt/no comfort between Radagon and Rennala showing how the divorce went.

Give me an actor au where it shows the behind the scenes and/or bloopers for the character messing up or forgetting their lines.

Give me a Gwyndolin x Chosen Undead!reader with extra fluff and a side of gentle smut.

Give me Rennala x Carian Knight!reader where you help take care of her while she's in the library.

Give me a modern crossover au where Malenia is dating Gwynevere and going through the motions of being a cute, domestic couple before ending it with them being wife and wife and officially married. (I desperately want to see this one, I'm BEGGING.)

Give me a crack fic where Gwyndolin takes his snakes to the vet.

Give me a canon divergence au where you save Godwyn from being assassinated.

Give me Godwyn x Consort!reader where you and him are married.

Give me modern au Godwyn where he's a himbo who forgot his wallet at home to pay for his singular candy bar.

Give me a Godwyn x Tarnished!reader were you get to peg him. (I would also read this one, btw...)

Give me Godwyn with a breeding kink.

You know what...

Just give me any Godwyn fanfics!

Don't be shy people, make some more!

Make me some fanfiction or else I will ascend to godhood and place an eternal curse upon thee! 😡

..please? 🙏

Pretty please with a cherry on top..?

Just give me more Godwyn, please! 😭

(More Gwyndolin would also be IMMENSELY appreciated.)

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[zhongli-lover-69]

[enbyblades]

no listen the thing i love about the fnaf movie is its literally so stupid. like it leaves u with more questions than answers, its kinda ridiculously written yet i still loved it. i had a goddamn ball if im being fully honest. and rlly it was just on brand

[balloonboyismyson]

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[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

@annabelle-creart @hopefulangelpuppy the thing no one asked for but I still did it because I'm just that dumb

It is official, Cody starts his villain arc when Taylor breaks Dani's heart.

Edit for translation:

Cody: Don't worry Dad, I will take care of it. Do you remember how you called my sister, Taylor?

Doc Greene: Everything is under control Chief Burns

[obbsessedfan]

List Your Top Five Favorite Books or Series and Tag Five People!

The Inheritance Games (First is Hawthorne Legacy)

Little Women

Throne of Glass (Queen of Shadows then Heir of Fire)

Harry Potter (Any)

Hunger Games (The first one’s the best)

Absolutely no pressure 🩵💙: @bookish-swiftie13 @1look-at-how-my-tears-ricochet1 @saturntonads @novas2cool4u @herondalesbooklover

[hydrachea]

I think if Blade ever does send a text directly it should be a single sentence of the most basic kind, and then it never happens again.

[yunxi-11085]

"Your blood, is my life"

˚ · .↝ words : 1265

˚ · . pairs ¡ jing yuan x gn!reader

˚ · . sypnosis ¡ “ you're a vampire working on a mission in . and whilst injured you encounter the general of the Xianzhou alliance.

you're in need of blood to heal, and the general offers it"

₊˚ପ⊹ tw ¡¿ : blood drinking, injured reader, st*bbed, mentions of blood

·˚ ༘ tags //

@ send me an ask if you want to be tagged in my stories!!

You were in the middle of a battle when the monster suddenly threw a knife to your stomach. It felt okay in battle mostly because of your healing abilities. but you did not expect it to dig deeper and leak more blood.

"huff.."

you hold onto a nearby wall for support after running away from the monster you couldn't beat— especially when you were severely injured with a knife in your stomach.

you work with the stellaron hunters and were in a mission to clear out a few monsters in the side so blade and Kafka could easily rush back, per elio's script of course.

though elio never told you why you had to come here in the first place, you were so sure that blade could easily bring those monsters to the otherworld without moving a bit.

as you walk, the knife digs in as well. you groan in pain. you lean against the wall and attempt to pull the knife out. sources say you shouldn't pull out the knife if you were stabbed

but— you weren't human. you couldn't die like a human would.

you were born a vrykolaka, or something easier to say is vampire. you thrive on blood to survive, and to heal.

one cup of animal blood can save you on weeks of hunting, and more to survive for months without needing to refill

but right now, you were losing too much blood you were sure drinking animal blood isn't going to save you. and the only plausible solution is drinking human blood— which you don't really like to do.

something about drinking the blood of the species you live with and interact with....

nope! you were definitely not going to drink anyone's blood. best believe you just die of blood loss then.

was this in elio's script too?!! to get stabbed and die??

as you slowly but agonizingly pulled the knife out.

unknowingly, someone was observing you, from the skies(?)

finally, the knife was pulled out and a pool of blood was on the ground below you.

you lean backwards hoping to relieve some of the pain. before you get a message from silverwolf.

SW: hey you doing good?

Me: no

SW: anyways elio said you have to leave that area rn because someone is coming

Me: who?

Silver wolf went offline

you grip your phone and sigh loudly, so much work for someone who stays in their room tapping a bunch of codes.

you rip off a piece of your jacket and wrapped it around your abdomen where the wound is, and you stand up and start walking in a route where people won't spot you.

it'd be nice to have a breather once in a while...

well if only you didn't have a wound on your abdomen.

you wander in a circle and realize— the monster you just fought, was now cowering on the floor in pain.

how? did someone manage to defeat it so fast?

you were so sure that you only took 5 minutes.

you walk closer, though your head spins. and you see a speck of gold.

your first thought was— Jing Yuan, one of the seven arbiter-generals of Xianzhou Alliance. he was well-known for his lightning powers that strike of gold.

how did he get here? aren't generals supposed to be stuck in their offices drowning in work instead of wandering about? especially when matters like these, the cloud knights should be doing?

footsteps came from behind you and you whipped your head to see the said man walking towards you.

you stand there clenching your weapon, preparing for battle if it happens.

"I'm not here to fight"

Jing yuan raises his arms up, you stare at him and he grins. "don't worry, you nor the stellaron hunters are wanted criminals now."

*oh*

they finished that quick? then why did elio even want me to come here?

"then, why are you here? do you want to chit-chat?" you said lowering your weapon.

to your surprise, he nodded.

"say, I had been quite interested in you."

he stepped closer

"you're a vrykolaka, aren't you?"

you flinch, "how did you know?" you said eyeing him suspiciously. only few people know that you are a nearly extinct species that thrive on blood to survive.

the only people who know of your actual species— are the stellaron hunters, your deceased friend, and...

"no worries, I dare not to tell anyone. if possible we could have a simple chat" his voice snapped you outu of your thoughts and you looked at him, scanning him of any ill intention, there being none.

you simply nodded, he smiled and walked closer to you.

"it appears you may have been injured, do you need a hand?"

no, was the simple answer. you didn't like people getting into your business, especially someone you don't know and the general of the ship you were on

"are you sure?" he said,

then— you smell the scent of sweet—

your fangs came out, your eyes turn red and you back away, noting that the general just— there's slight blood blooming from his hand. fuck, this is bad

you're losing control, and you're losing blood too.

you didn't smell his blood earlier, did he just cut his own hand??!!

".. get away... from me general.." you said slowly and backed away covering your nose with your sleeve. taking in large breaths as you attempt to steady your self-control to not just grab the general and munch on him like a hungry dog

"if it's too much for you, I'd like to help."

"n, no its—"

gosh, that smells so good

"it's fine, don't worry."

you didn't realize you were now biting into the hand of the general of the ship.

his blood tasted— so, so good. it's been a while since you tasted human blood and the last time you did, it had an unpleasant rotting taste. probably because you had no other choice but to drink a corpse's blood for survival.

you were thankful, atleast that Kafka provided you proper blood to drink.

this one, you knew the general is really healthy and takes care of his body well.

your eyes glowed red everytime you suck the blood out of his hand,

your abdomen, the injury started to slowly close up. a slight stinging pain but you felt worse.

"there there, we have all day" the general said, you completely forgot you were still munching on the hand of the general.

just as you were about to let go to keep your pride, his other hand reached and patted your back.

?

I'm not a baby drinking milk!!!

(you sorta are)

you groan and glare at him before you finally unbared your fangs and your hunger was depleted.

you look down at the wound at your abdomen and sighed in relief when it is finally healed.

"um... sorry if I drank too much of your blood, general." you look up at the unfazed general

"it's just a small amount of my blood, no worries. I'm glad to have been of help to you"

a small amount? that little to heal such a grave injury?

you wonder if the general's blood is godly or something. he is a long-living species after all.

the general holds your hand and says, "say, would you like to have tea together sometime?"

this damned general

"of course, though I'm busy now." you said

"then we shall part ways for now, I await your notice"

you nod, though you said one last thing beforehand. "in our otherwise next meeting, bring a healer instead"

end note ¡ had the idea and I wrote it today, strangely enough I always complete a story on Tuesdays because I don't have to go to school or work today this is a kind of cringy fic so I'm now jumping into a cave to die tyvm.

feel free to give me more ideas to cringely write 🤪

imagine elio made you do the mission in order to find your future husband, ah....

crossposted on AO3 ¡ here

[hamartia-grander]

Wyll breaking up with the player character if Ulder dies so Wyll must become the Duke makes me wanna throw up sobbing because he actually thinks that just because his father's first duty being to Baldur's Gate made him a Bad Father that Wyll himself will inevitably be a Bad Lover because surely no one could match love with duty if his father couldn't, unknowing he has more love in one hand than his father had in his entire body. fuck