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sugarhog05 · 2 months ago

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Sun usually loves parties. He used to not think it was possible for there to be a bad party. And then Eclipse started taking him to political parties. By the stars did he loathe political parties. He’s yet to find another animatronic royal that didn’t bore him to absolute death.

So when Sun made his way to the balcony outside instead of mingling like he usually did, you grew concerned. You desperately followed behind him in the split of the crowd he made as he walked. You ignored the judging stares of the guests, knowing that they disapproved of a human being amongst them. You sighed as you stepped outside, the immediate relief of getting out from the crowded space was immense. Sun was unusually quiet as he leaned onto the marble railing.

“Prince Sun?” You waited, and each passing moment made your chest tighten with worry. “My Prince, is everything alright?”

You jump as Sun lets out a loud groan, “I hate these stupid parties! All everyone talks about is trade routes and territories and, and… arranged marriages! It’s maddening!” You take a deep breath before joining him at the railing. It was almost comical how tall the railing was in comparison to you, as it came up to your shoulders. You opt for leaning your back against it instead of looking out over the castle grounds like Sun currently was. He glances over at you, and does an incredibly poor job of hiding his amusement at this fact.

You give him a glare, “Oh, quit it. It’s not my fault you animatronics are so tall.” He laughs before giving you a blinding grin, “I didn’t say anything!” You side eye him, but say nothing. The two of you sit in silence for a while, the only sound to accompany you is the muffled music and chatter from inside. You sigh in contentment at his side, him glancing at you a moment. The midsummer air was slightly humid, and the sky was completely clear. A peaceful night to be sure.

“So… not a fan of politics? Must be difficult considering you’re a Prince and all.” You want to comfort him, but it had never been a strength of yours. You curse yourself, as you’d never felt it necessary to learn social skills. Opting instead for your sword to do most of the talking. After a bit of silence you glance over at him, and you’re surprised to see him staring back. He quickly averts his gaze, going back to looking over the grounds. His cheeks a slightly warmer color.

“N-no, not really. It’s something that’s never really interested me. Trade and relations with other nations have always been more of Eclipse and Moons thing. If I had the choice I probably wouldn’t be here at all.” He sighs before continuing, “But! We must keep up appearances.” He gives you a strained smile, and you wish for nothing more than to bring back that wonderful grin he wore moments prior.

“Well… no one’s around right now. You don’t have to wear a mask right now… if you’re comfortable with that, of course. I don’t mean to overstep, my Prince.” You quickly add on that last part, realizing how unprofessional you had sounded. You look over at him, hoping that you don’t see an offended Prince in front of you. You’re taken off guard however, as his expression is one of complete surprise.

“You… you didn’t overstep. I am just… surprised to see you care so much. I truly appreciate that, my Swordsman.” He leans down, hands folded neatly behind his back. You still have to crane your neck to look at him, and your chest feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest. You hope with how close he is he can’t see your face through your helmet, because you can physically feel your face being scorched by a blush. You gulp, “…Your Swordsman?” He shoots up and his hands start to wave wildly.

“W-well, that is to say- I mean…” You cut him off, “Shh… My Prince, be quiet a moment.” He instantly shuts up, his eyes widening as you draw your beloved sword from its sheath. The air is still, before suddenly erupting into chaos. Metal against metal clangs loudly in your ears, but you are unrelenting in your defense of your Prince. There are three of them you note as the red and blue one, their leader you assumed, barked orders in a language you could not understand. The green animatronic and the pink and blue one form a pincer maneuver, and you curse under your breath. The green one is slightly faster than the pink and blue one, so you side step around Sun and slice at wires that were exposed at the knee joints. It instantly buckles as the connection to its central processor is cut.

You pivot and duck behind Sun just as the pink and blue one reaches him. They put up a bit more of a fight but you quickly disarm them. As they stagger backwards you seize the opportunity and cleave straight through where their head meets their shoulders. You usher Sun back towards the doors, making sure to keep your body between him and the third assassin. This third assassin looks to his fallen comrades and a rage that hadn’t been there before overtakes his face. He comes at you with a strength and vigor only an animatronic could possess, and he begins to over whelm you. He takes the opportunity to make a move for Sun, and you have to make a decision. You raise your sword defensively to protect Sun, knowing you would leave yourself open. The assassin takes the opportunity to slash at your side, but you are able to drive your sword in between where his chest plate and stomach meet. Effectively piercing directly into his fuel line, the equivalent of a heart for animatronics. He staggers back, your sword still in his grasp. You watch him as he falls backwards, dead.

You stalk over to the green animatronic, who falls back and desperately attempts to scoot away from you. You kick him in the chest causing him to lay flat on his back. As you stand over him he pleads for you not to kill him. At least, you’re 90% sure that’s what he was saying. You’d seen it many times before, even if you couldn’t understand exactly what he was saying. You kneel down, one foot on his forearm and your gloved hand roughly grasping his circuitry.

“Do you understand me?” You ask monotonously, and when he doesn’t answer you lean into the foot on his forearm. The plating starts to warp under the pressure and his face twists in pain. “Yes! Yes, I understand.” He breaks disappointingly quickly. “Who sent you?” He looks around frantically before becoming deathly still as your grip tightens on the vital circuitry that runs along his neck. “Who. Sent. You.” He starts to cry oily tears, mumbling pathetically. “Can’t say… can’t. Kill me if I do.” You put your full weight onto his forearm and there’s a sickening crack as it breaks in half. He cries in agony.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t.” You say coldly as he writhes beneath you. He feels uncomfortably hot as his fans work on overdrive to cool him due to his panic. “Rabbit… rabbit! All I can say!” You narrow your eyes. “Good enough.” There’s a look of hope in his eyes that is quickly replaced by a blank stare as you violently rip out the wires that made him, him. You turn to the red and blue one and kneel before him. You grasp the handle of your sword and rip it from him, a viscous oil spurts out as you do, getting all over the front of your shirt. You curse, and turn your head towards Sun.

“Are you okay my Prince?” …Your Prince does not respond.

#fnaf sun #sundrop #fnaf au #the starlit swordsman au #knight y/n #cw blood #cw dismemberment #sugarhogsart

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purple-plum-petals · 7 months ago

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Hi!! I really love your homicipher content!! Could I ask you for Mr Machete headcanons in a relationship?

This man needs love please, I can't find any of it anywhere!!! 😩 And by the way, you write very beautifully! Never stop :D!

If your requests are already closed you can ignore this. Thank you and have a nice day!

⊱ Being in a Relationship with Him ⊰ || Mr. Machete Headcanons

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Mr. Machete (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Spoilers for Homicipher (specifically Mr. Machete’s Route), Canon-typical Mentions of Violence (and horror-elements), Cultural Barriers (Mr. Machete Doesn’t Fully Comprehend Certain Emotions/Expresses Them Differently Than a Human Would – He Also Will Fight You™ Which Is Obviously Not Healhy IRL), Brief Mention of Blood Consumption. Genre: Headcanons, Fluff(?), Romantic Relationship (It’s Complicated, honestly). Word Count: ~1,100 words. Request: “Hi!! I really love your homicipher content!! Could I ask you for Mr Machete headcanons in a relationship?” Author’s Note: Of course, and thank you for your kind words! While Mr. Machete isn’t one of my top picks, I can certainly see his appeal. Plus, if I’m being 100% honest with everyone, he’s actually really fun to write for (which I was not expecting at all when I started writing for this fandom). This type of character usually isn’t my favorite, but I’m starting to understand the Mr. Machete fans the more I write for him… 😳 I kind of focused on the traits that Mr. Machete would look for in a partner, and what being in a relationship with him would be like. Of course, I do my best to stay as canon-compliant as possible, which means that this is not a cute list of sweet/fluffy headcanons, so just be warned (there’s nothing too horrible or crazy, just… don’t date anyone who would spear you with a huge sword irl haha). Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I had a really fun time thinking about/writing this one.

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated! ♡

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🔪: Honestly, being in a relationship with Mr. Machete can be challenging sometimes or simply impossible, especially if you’re expecting him to be a perfect gentleman who treats you like a delicate flower (spoiler alert: he won’t and he never will). He’s a rough and rugged resident of the other world, someone who is constantly on the search for exhilaration – he’s looking for someone who will give him a challenge in battle and someone who will bring stimulation into his existence that he has increasingly grown bored with. If you cannot do either, then he wants nothing to do with you. He has no problem driving his sword into your back if you do not bring him any sense of excitement and overstay your welcome.

🔪: To first catch the attention of someone like Mr. Machete, you need to be strong. Now, this doesn’t necessarily mean physical strength (even though that certainly is a bonus and he would prefer someone who is bigger or someone who is physically the same size as he is), but being strong can also be mental fortitude – someone who doesn’t let their mind and emotions take control of their life. He’s not an emotionally available type of person, not seeing the point in discussing emotions or lingering on past mistakes or sorrows, instead choosing to express himself in the only way he knows how to – violence. If there’s any stirring within him, feelings he cannot put a label on, he gets his frustrations and confusion out by slaughtering others or dueling with someone who he feels can stand toe-to-toe with him. So, if you’re in a relationship with him, you have to be okay with battling him and accepting the possibility of being injured (or even dying) as a result. It's kind of his go-to way of communicating things he cannot find the words for.

🔪: He also wants a partner he doesn’t need to babysit or look after, someone who can take care of and protect themselves if danger were to arise. He wants an equal, not someone who is fully dependent on him for physical security or emotional support. He wants someone who he can rely on and who he knows will watch his back. Mr. Machete doesn’t mind someone simply following him around (even if he’ll constantly ask you why you’re doing that despite the fact he does find it somewhat annoying) but, if you’re planning on staying with him for the long term, he prefers someone who can pull their own weight, especially so in a fight.

🔪: If you manage to meet his standards and earn his respect in either physical or verbal battles, congratulations! You now have yourself an emotionally unavailable partner who loves violence and is constantly looking for excitement to fill the aching void inside his chest! He’ll frequently do things in your relationship that go against what you tell him (the primary example being when he just threw the MC across the chasm despite her yelling for him to stop), and he doesn’t understand why it makes you upset, especially since everything usually works out in the end. He doesn’t pick up on context clues either so if you need him to do something specific, you’ll need to tell him that since he doesn’t read between the lines. If you try and explain it to him, though, there’s about a 50/50 chance he’s actually listening to what you’re saying – it depends on his mood.

🔪: However, after the two of you spend more time together, he does find himself (albeit begrudgingly) enjoying your company. He’s always traveled alone, looking for a home he cannot remember yet a deep part of him longs for. He’s never been one to have companions or appreciate another's company… yet here you were – still following him around despite everything, and he actually found himself liking it (maybe, just maybe, you could find a home in one another).

🔪: He would need a partner who was quick-witted and not afraid to bite back at his complaints with snide or snippy remarks. Mr. Machete finds bantering with you surprisingly enjoyable, and he often tries to guess what you’ll say to him before you even have the chance to think of a good comeback. You can tell when his feelings start shifting a bit, too, finding that he criticizes your weapon and stature less frequently and instead praises you on things you do well, such as your improvements in battle (even though he’ll still remark that you move too slow). That’s fine, though – he doesn’t mind training with you more to give you an opportunity to enhance your skills.

🔪: Mr. Machete will never really be soft with you no matter how much time passes, and that’s just something you’ll have to accept if you want to be in a relationship with him. Once you have won him over, though, he will stick by your side through thick and thin, and he finds himself fleeing from battles less often, almost as if he’s trying to impress you (however, if both of you do need to flee, he’ll fling you over his shoulder and leave while carrying you instead of leaving you behind in the dust, so that’s an improvement at least). He’ll also keep you healthy, willingly cutting open his palm without you asking him to do so, placing it above your mouth while his blood trickles down your throat – he’ll give you as much of his blood as you need if it means getting your body to work again. He doesn’t want you to be weak, so he’ll help you stay strong.

🔪: Not big on most typical ways of displaying affection, instead finding the best way to show you his respect and endearment by challenging you to duels. It’s almost like a dance between the two of you, an opportunity to see how much the other has improved while the sound of your weapons clashing echoes through the concrete corridors of the other world in a haunting song of bloodlust and complicated feelings of love. After battle, though, sometimes he’ll just… hold you. It feels surprisingly normal – you sitting in his lap, head resting against his chest while you close your eyes and catch your breath, and his arm flung around your shoulder while he holds you close. The moments when you two aren’t searching for your home or fighting something (or each other) are rare and eerily calm, yet they’re also relaxing and bring you both a sense of peace in each other's presence. Mr. Machete doesn’t find these brief instances boring, either, even though he knows he should detest them... he doesn't mind sharing the occasional moment of quiet with you.

#🌸 . plum writes #homicipher #文字化化 #homicipher x reader #homicipher x you #mr machete #mr machete x reader #mr machete x you #homicipher imagines #homicipher headcanons #imagines #headcanons #fluff #x reader #reader insert

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reccyls · 1 month ago

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The Reaper and the Self-Righteous Monarch’s First Condemnation - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

This event contains major spoilers for Victor’s route.

Victor took a step forward.

Victor: Richard Roberts, a repeat offender of petty crimes. Victor: Henry Davies, suspected of participating in human trafficking.

The faces of the crowd changed as Victor rattled off name after name.

(Has he really memorized everyone?)

As I thought, he made his way through the entire crowd, listing everyone’s name and their crimes. After finishing, he let out a sigh.

Victor: None of you truly wish for a republic. Victor: You are only a gang of criminals looking to escape your crimes by murdering the queen and changing the country’s laws.

(...So he had come here knowing everything from the very start.)

Victor: I love my people. But I will not forgive evil which threatens the country’s peace.

If there was a chance for redemption, he would grant it. That must have been what he had thought when he chose to come here, since he was a ruler who loved his people.

(But there was no chance for them.)

William: Your orders, Your Majesty?

It was Victor’s decision.

Victor: In the name of Queen Victoria, they are to be condemned.

I took a breath, and gave the order.

William: “Slit your own throats with the swords you hold.”

In the span of a single blink, those wielding swords brought them up to their necks.

Bearded Man: W-why– aaah!

Scarred Man: No, stop! Stooooop! Aaaghh!!

Wheezing Man: Ah… ah…..

The only people left standing amidst a sea of blood were the few who weren’t carrying swords, and Robert Sullivan.

Robert: S-stop! Don’t come any closer!

I was about to give an order to the small group of survivors who huddled near the stage. However, Victor held up his hand.

Victor: I will handle things from here. You wait outside.

William: …Understood.

I turned and walked through the sea of blood. After a few minutes of waiting, Victor didn’t emerge. Worried, I went back inside the theater to check on him. But the sight that greeted my eyes was... Robert and the last remnants of the group with their hands wrapped around their own necks, smiling in bliss as they strangled themselves to death.

William: …This is your ability, I suppose.

Victor turned to look at me with a sad smile on his face, before he picked up the fallen explosive.

Victor: The only thing I can do, after having taken the lives of so many people important to me, is to shoulder the burden and give everything I have for the sake of the country. Victor: This is my repentance. Even in death, my resolve will not change.

His gaze dropped, but I kept mine steady on him as I spoke.

William: …Even so, I hope that there will be a day where you can enjoy your freedom, Vic. William: Even if that isn’t what you want.

Victor looked startled, before letting out a short laugh.

Victor: …Thank you, Will.

We checked the theater in case there were any other members we missed, and made our way to the corridor of the second floor. And as we turned a corner–

Sword-wielding Trembling Man: Wh-who are you?

A man suddenly appeared with a raised sword, poised to attack.

(Damn, I won’t make it.)

I didn’t think I would have enough time to use my ability, so I drew my own sword and stabbed the man through the heart. But simultaneously, another sword sank deep into the man’s chest.

Victor: I knew we were in sync, but even when it comes to this?

As we withdrew our blades, blood spurted from the man’s chest, splattering all over us. Victor quickly wiped his sword clean and returned it to its sheath with a troubled look on his face.

Victor: We won’t be able to leave through the main entrance in this state.

William: I’ve just thought of a plan, Vic.

He grinned widely as I opened a window and pointed down.

Victor: Excellent idea. And I know just the trick to get rid of any evidence.

The moment he tossed the bomb behind him, we both leapt out the window. And without looking back, we ran off cackling into the night.

…

We were the only ones walking around town as the clocks struck three. We walked about, staring at the sky without even bothering to wipe the blood off our faces. Suddenly, Victor raised his voice.

Victor: I’ve got it, William. Our name will be “Crown”. Victor: What do you think?

His eyes glimmered like stars.

William: “Crown?” Why that?

His long finger traced the outline of a crown in the air.

Victor: One day, this organization of ours will be a place where Cursed Ones can belong. Victor: Shackled by their tragic fates, they can find freedom here through carrying out their own evil. Victor: We will be like the shining crown that sits atop the head of everyone who strives for freedom. Victor: How does that sound?

He seemed so pleased with the idea, but I had to ask him a question.

William: I think it’s a good idea. But does that ‘crown’ include you?

The smile vanished from Victor’s face.

Victor: I have given up on my own freedom a long time ago. But if everyone who lives in this country can live in freedom, then… Victor: That alone would make me happy.

To him, Cursed Ones were just like the people he considered his beloved citizens, just with slightly special abilities. He made no distinction between those with curses and those without, only wishing for their happiness. The Cursed Ones who joined Crown would also be shackled by a tragic fate. But he wished to grant them a place where they belonged, where their lives had meaning, where they had freedom. And the evil they paid unto evil would work to bring freedom to everyone in the country.

Victor: So ‘Crown’ it is! Any objections?

William: None from me.

With Victor pulling me along, we raced through the London night. When we arrived back at his office in the palace, we leaned against the wall and took a moment to just laugh.

Victor: I don’t think I’ve ever run such a long way before.

William: Me either. I didn’t think we’d run all the way back to the palace.

I had just killed people, was covered in blood. And yet I could still find the cheer to laugh. It was probably because of the satisfaction of bringing evil to justice, and the fact that Victor was laughing right next to me.

Victor: Now that we’ve decided on a name, it’s time for me to step forward as the queen’s aide.

William: What do you mean?

Victor: It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while. You’re the only person who knows that I’m the queen. Victor: There were a few people who had supported me when I had first suggested that I rule as a queen instead of as myself. Victor: But, they were actually planning to expose my true identity in order to take the throne for themselves. So…

I knew what he was implying without him having to say it.

Victor: If I was discovered in the palace without having any official duties, that would very likely lead to a lot of trouble for me. Victor: I need a reason for someone like me to exist in the palace.

William: Hence becoming the queen’s aide.

Victor: You’d never think that the queen’s aide would be the queen herself, would you?

That was true, but I felt as though there were other reasons for his decision.

(It would be easier for Crown to operate if he was able to see the world the same way as other people could.) (Or maybe, he just wants to experience life as himself–as Victor–even if only for brief moments.)

William: If becoming the queen’s aide gives you some measure of freedom, I don’t see any reason to oppose it.

Victor grinned and picked up a bottle of wine from a shelf.

Victor: So from today onwards, I’ll be Victor, the queen’s aide! Time to work hard and be ready to face tomorrow! Victor: How about we start by popping open this bottle? Or maybe we should save it for another day?

Although he was acting cheerful, an air of awkwardness still lingered over him.

I stood and took the bottle from his hand.

William: We are cursed. No one knows when our tragic end will arrive, least of all ourselves. William: For all we know, today might be our first and last mission.

(And so–)

William: If we can make it five years as Crown and the queen’s aide… William: Then we’ll drink this wine. What do you think?

There was no guarantee that either of us would still be alive in five years. But if we were both still here, if I were to drink this wine with him… This country, our future– And the man before my eyes. I hoped that the next five years would grant them all even a little bit more freedom.

Victor nodded, and held out his bright red hand. I gripped it tightly in a bloody handshake.

Victor: We will continue to work to eliminate injustice from this country. Victor: Even if the crown becomes stained with blood and loses its luster, it will carry on forever.

William: Let us pay evil unto evil, and bring freedom to the people. William: Of course, this is Crown’s ideal. But it is also my own self-righteous desire.

With our hands clasped tightly, we laughed.

Victor: There’s one more thing I forgot to mention. Victor: You may see our relationship as accomplices, or merely as queen and vassal.

Victor turned a proud smile to me.

Victor: But you are my dearest friend.

This was our first condemnation, and the beginning of our evil. And… The beginning of a friendship between two accomplices.

THE END

In a room in the imperial palace of Germany…

Darius: …Oh? A group of Cursed Ones has formed in England. Darius: They’re known as Crown, formed by a human vermin named Victor, and a Cursed One named William Rex. Darius: The self-righteous monarch who can force anyone he sees to obey his orders. Darius: Oh, it’s that William! So he is cursed, just like me. Darius: Amazing, how wonderful. I wonder if I should add him to my family. Darius: We can create a utopia together… as family.

#ikemen villains #my translation #victor (ikevil)#william (ikevil)#darius (ikevil)

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elronds-meleth-nin · 11 months ago

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This is for my dear friend @bigblissandlove1! Thank you so much for putting up with me screaming about this brainrot! I hope you enjoy this fic, my friend.

I'm not tagging anyone else in this, because the taglist I set up was for a whole other fic outside of RoP. If anyone wants to be tagged in future fics from The Hobbit, LotR, or RoP, please let me know! This is an AU fic in 2 regards: 1.) Soulmate AU 2.) it's set in the early Third Age - Adar is presumed dead by Sauron who has taken control of the Uruks, and he's biding his time in a small village while he concocts a plan.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Adar (RoP) x Reader

[A/N: This is fluff with a couple of mentions of violence, but nothing graphic.]

Warnings: Soulmate AU, Uruk/Human romance, kissing, soulmarks are your soulmate's name in their handwriting, he falls first, he kills a man to protect her but it's not graphic.

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The shop selling arms and armor had been around in our village longer than I'd been alive, and certainly longer than the seven years I'd lived there. The shop owner, a rather private Ellon, wasn't exactly outgoing, at least, not to most people in the village.

But me...he would actively ask how I was when I passed each morning on my delivery route from the baker's shop. Perhaps it was because the scent of freshly baked bread was irresistible. Or maybe his lack of conversation with the others had made him lonely and desperate enough to try and interact with the one person who had never been rude to him.

The others seemed to find it acceptable to be less courteous just because he was different. I never did, though. My parents had taught me to be kind to all, even before we'd picked up and moved from the next village over for an opportunity for my father's business to grow.

So, every morning as I made deliveries up and down the main road, I eagerly looked forward to the moment when he'd open the door to his shop and allow me a brief conversation - that was more than most people got when they weren't discussing the particulars of a transaction with him.

This morning was only slightly different. Usually, I delivered to his end of the road first, but today I needed to make sure I ended there, instead. So, in reverse order, I made my way steadily toward his shop, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw his door open as usual when I was only a few steps away.

"There you are," he rasped as a small smile stretched his lips. "I had begun to wonder if you had forgotten me this morning."

"Oh, no! Never, sir," I said as I pulled his usual weekly order out of my basket, neatly wrapped in baker's cloth and tied with a little string. His fingertips brushed mine as he took it, and I let out a huff of nervous laughter. "Actually, I had a reason to save you for last, today. Assuming that your shop is already open, of course. If not, I can always come back later."

"For you, my door is always open, my lady," he said taking a step back and gesturing for me to come inside. I'd never actually been in his shop before.

"Thank you, sir," I murmured slipping in and trying to stay out of his way.

The scent of leather and metal, polish and grit permeated the air within the store, giving the whole place the feeling of an army at rest. Gleaming plate armor, razor-sharp swords, knives of nearly-infinite variety, and bows that looked lethal even at a glance were all neatly arranged on shelves and wall hooks.

I should've come here sooner.

"Now, what was so important that you felt you must rearrange your entire morning?" The Ellon asked as he laid the wrapped loaf of bread on the desk where he changed coin and made trades.

"Ah, 'tis twofold," I said as I opened my bag and pulled out my small, sheathed dagger. The shimmering blue stone laid into the hilt glinted as brightly in the morning light as it did the day my grandfather had given it to me. "The lower priority of the two would be my dagger. I lent it to one of my neighbors, and, well..."

Carefully unsheathing it, I showed him the now-split blade.

"If it is beyond repair, I certainly understand, but..." I shrugged, and he lifted the blade, inspecting its surface with his experienced eye.

"Not at all. This is easily fixed. I can have it for you by tomorrow morning," he murmured, laying it gently - almost reverently - on his desk and looking at me curiously. "And the second of your needs, my lady?"

Subconsciously, I ran my thumb over the cloth that covered my illegible soulmark. I knew whoever it was likely couldn't be entirely certain that I truly existed or, like me, could not read my name where it was inked upon their skin, but touching it even indirectly was still a comfort.

"I need to find a gift for my father. His birthday is in a fortnight, and I was wondering if, perhaps, I could examine your bows?"

He smiled at that.

"Certainly. Come with me." The Ellon led me to one of the large displays at the side, adjusting the sleeve of his tunic as he did so. When we reached the long line of curved and carved wood, I felt an answering touch through my soulmark - something so delicate that I could never be certain if I was just imagining things or if it was real. "If you already have a particular style in mind, then pay me no attention, but I must admit I am familiar with your father's current - let us say 'well-loved' - weapon. This, perhaps, might suit his needs and accommodate his firing style."

Lifting an intricately-carved bow from the rack, he strung it in one much-too-smooth movement that made my breath hitch. Clearly Elvish in design, that bow was finer than any that either my father or I owned.

"I know that you are an archer yourself, my lady. Come, feel the flex," he said moving around me and coaxing the carved grip into my hand. His chest pressed lightly against my back as I gave the string a pull mimicking aiming an arrow. His breath fanned lightly over my scalp, and when he spoke again, I fought not to blush. "You have excellent form. Anyone who opposed you would be doomed from the beginning."

His voice was low and gentle...intimate, in a way. I tried not to think about how luxuriant it would be to hear that soft, raspy voice murmur my name on a cold winter's night when we were curled up in front of a crackling fire.

A familiar shard of guilt wound through me. What would my soulmate, whoever they were, think of me fantasizing about someone else?

Slowly releasing the bowstring, I tried to tamp down my thoughts.

"This will be perfect." Thankfully, my voice betrayed none of my internal conflict, and I was gifted a small, pleased smile as he led me back to his desk. I'd never seen him smile at anyone else. Solemn yet polite, the Ellon before me seemed rather detached from everything in the village save his work, as if he was waiting for something...as if we were a mere respite from a path he must sooner or later traverse.

Fifty years was a long time to wait, but to him, I supposed, it must be a mere blink. Lives like those around him in the village must be barely worthy of his attention.

I'd be forgotten as quickly as wind whispered through the trees.

What must it be like to be significant enough to warrant even half that recognition in the eyes of one as long-lived as he? I heard my father and one of his business associates discussing the topic over mugs of ale one night in the tavern. Each believed he was several hundreds of years old. My father with all his knowledge of Elves had mused aloud after his friend left that he would not be surprised to find that our resident Ellon merchant had accrued over a thousand years of life.

"Scars like that," he'd said, "are the kind one gets in great wars. The last of which was a very long time ago, indeed."

I was inclined to agree, but where others saw a fearsome, intimidating being not to be approached unless necessity demanded it, I'd found a kindred spirit. He might not be outgoing and overly cheerful, but he was kind. His strength was beyond that of a mortal's, yet he could hold freshly-baked bread so gently that his fingers left no impression.

Even as he wrapped my father's new bow, including a few extra neatly-coiled bowstrings, I couldn't help but wonder how many people had judged him so harshly over the years? How many had feared him so severely that nobody even knew his name? It was true that I knew it not, but that came rather from a sense of embarrassment than fear. After all, what is a tactful way of asking a person's name after years of trying to be respectful without prying into his business? Admitting that nobody in the village knew it would only emphasize how different he was...how lonesome and separate he appeared compared to everyone else.

Oh, damn my fears! I was going to ask him, even if it took all my courage. He deserved to be called by his name as was respectful. For the moment, though, I drew my attention back to the present.

"What do I owe you, sir?" I asked as I reached in my satchel for my little drawstring bag of coins. I'd saved up for long weeks. A quality bow like the one he'd shown me could easily cost fifteen gold pieces. Taking on extra work and small tasks outside of the bakery, I'd managed to save seventeen gold pieces and a few silvers - enough for the bow and repairs for my dagger.

As he tied the wrapping with thick twine, he glanced up at me and, with an entirely straight face, muttered "three gold pieces."

I froze. That couldn't be correct!

"Forgive me, sir, I...I believe I misheard you–" I stammered, but he cut me off.

"No, indeed, my lady. You heard correctly." He looked as serene as the morning dew, green eyes giving away nothing.

"B-But, sir, if I paid such a low price, that would be tantamount to theft! I could not possibly abuse you so!"

He lifted an eyebrow at my assertion.

"Have you, or have you not been instructing the baker to take half of the price of my regular order of bread out of your wages for the last seven years, my lady?"

I blinked, and words failed me for a long beat.

"How did you...?" He gave me a knowing look even as my tongue trailed uselessly off into silence.

"Did you think I would not notice that the price I'd been paying for years was cut in half after a mere week of your employment?"

As a matter of fact, I'd hoped he would assume it was a mere coincidence.

"I have been, but–"

"Then, my lady, please allow me this small liberty," he said walking around his desk to stand before me. "You surely have paid for this bow several times over by now."

My cheeks burned under the intensity of his gaze, but I persisted.

"I did not do so with the expectation of repayment–"

"Very well, then," he murmured, "two gold pieces."

My lips parted in surprise.

"Sir–" Silencing me with a raised hand, he smirked.

"The more you argue, the lower my price. I believe we are currently at one gold piece. Shall we descend into silvers?" Mischief danced in his eyes, but he was serious in his assertion.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked before I could think better of it.

"Because it pleases me," he said looking at me with a steady, constant expression. "Does one need a reason to be kind?"

I felt as though I'd been struck. I'd asked him the same question less than a month after beginning my job with the baker. He'd remembered! I'd thought it was a trivial sort of question at the time, but I suppose if he'd remembered it, I must've struck a chord within him.

"But I don't even know your name," I stammered in a last ditch effort to convince him I wasn't worth his losing so much money.

"Do you think I am unaware of that fact? I have not told it to anyone in decades. None here know it, yet you are the only one who cares that you do not know." He brushed an errant strand of hair behind my ear with the sort of delicacy that one would not expect a weapons merchant to possess. "You see me. That is why it pleases me to make this easier for you."

It took every ounce of self-control within me not to tilt my head and lean into his touch. His gaze dropped to my lips, and he licked his own - a barely-there flick of his tongue that I would've missed had I blinked but an instant earlier.

"If...you still wish to know my name when you retrieve your dagger in the morning, I shall tell it to you, my lady," he murmured even quieter than before.

"Surely you will allow me to pay the correct price for that, sir?" I asked, and a measure of mirth flickered across his expression as he lowered his hand.

"The correct price for you, my lady, would be absolutely nothing. In that regard, yes, I will be charging you the correct price," he stated in a tone that brooked no argument. "I look forward to seeing you come the morn. You may wish to take your father's gift home before he returns so that it might remain a secret."

Nodding silently, I laid three gold pieces on the desk and picked up the wrapped package. Thanking him, I made for the door, hoping that he would not notice the extra coins - surely he knew I couldn't allow him to undercharge me so severely? Before I'd made it more than two steps, however, one of his arms slid around my waist, stopping me in my tracks like a bar of steel.

"Not so fast, meleth," he breathed against the shell of my ear, and I heard the clinking of two coins as they dropped back into my bag. "A valiant attempt, I must admit. I shall see you on the morrow."

Throughout the long walk home, I could not rid myself of the sensation of his lips brushing against my ear nor his breath slightly stirring the hair upon my scalp. The ghostly memory of his arm catching my waist stayed with me until I fell asleep at nearly midnight.

Adar could remember the day her name appeared on his arm more clearly than almost any other - a feat for a being with many thousands of years under his belt. He'd been preparing to open his shop for the day when pain lanced across the inside of his forearm. His scars ached occasionally, but this pain was so sharp and different that he'd nearly dropped the newly-forged sword he was preparing to put on display.

Tugging his sleeve back, there it was: her name written in curling, shaky, yet careful font - the way her handwriting would look. He'd been so amazed that he had been given a soulmate after so long that he'd simply dropped onto a stool and stared at his arm for a time. Before her name appeared, he hadn't even been certain that his heavily scarred skin would allow him to see a name should one choose to appear, but now that he had his answer, he faced a new problem.

Should his soulmate have to face the burden of his existence when he was so twisted and broken? Morgoth's scars marred nearly every inch of his body, his face inspired fear in everyone he encountered, and he'd even failed his children. They'd fallen under Sauron's control again, and as they believed him dead, there was no chance they'd listen to him. They'd sooner believe he was a fraud than their father.

For several years, he'd covered the mark, barely daring to check if it was still there when he washed himself. Eventually though, as the years passed, he noticed that his soulmate would touch her own mark almost compulsively. Perhaps she was nervous and simply attempting to calm herself...

The first few times it happened, he ignored it, believing the gentle touch to be no more than a figment of his imagination, but after a while, he ached with the thought that she might believe that she was not wanted. He began following her caresses with a gentle one of his own. He hoped that it was enough that she would not give in to that fear.

Her existence was a miracle to him, even if she could not read his name. He knew she would be unable to, for the language to which he was accustomed had not been written in many thousands of years.

The day he first saw her, too, was vividly embedded in his mind.

A knock had sounded at the door to his shop. He'd ignored it the first time. The baker's delivery boy - unreliable as he was - typically knocked, leaving his wrapped bread upon the doorstep before scurrying away from his threshold as if it was diseased. Adar assumed that it was he who knocked that morning, so he went on as usual. After a few seconds, however, a second knock sounded, accompanied by a feminine voice.

"Delivery from the baker," came the call though the wooden door. Adar had been so surprised that he laid aside his work and opened the door without any further hesitation.

She was beautiful. The early morning sun illuminated her kind, smiling face in a manner befitting one of the Valar. Expecting her to flee upon her first glance at his face, the Uruk was stunned when her nervous smile widened a fraction.

"Good morning, sir," she chirped happily as she pulled his wrapped loaf of bread from her little basket. "I kept everything well-covered, so it should still be warm from the oven."

Accepting the bundle from her with a quiet, stunned rasp of 'thank you, my lady,' Adar couldn't help but watch as she gave a little curtsy and headed on toward the next shop. The cool, gentle breeze had teased her hair and skirt, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his softest blanket so that she would not feel the chill.

One as radiant and lovely as she did not deserve to live in anything less than the most luxurious sort of comfort. His heart had not stirred like that in...he could not remember the last time it had.

He'd heard someone call her name that afternoon - the same name that was etched indelibly on his forearm - and that had startled him more than anything ever had before. This warm ray of light was his soulmate? What had he done to deserve her? He, who was cracked and broken, scarred and burned...none could ever be worthy of her, most especially not him.

A servant of darkness, one marred and twisted by its shadows, should have nothing to do with such a being of light and joy.

Merely a week later, he'd placed his usual order with the baker, and he'd been asked for half of what he usually owed. At his own prodding confusion, the rotund little Man behind the counter had told him with a mischievous twinkle in his eye that someone thought kindly of him. It was not difficult to guess who it was. With all of her smiles and kind words, her unfailingly cheerful greetings whenever she saw him, Adar knew at once that it was her.

She tried to keep it secret, never once bringing up the topic, but he tried to repay her kindness with conversation. He'd been rusty, at first - he still was - but he didn't know how else to show her his gratitude.

Then, one day, he was afforded an opportunity to do so. Traders came through periodically, both seeking and offering wares. Most were well-behaved, exhausted people who wanted no more than to earn a living, but occasionally, there was an outlier among them. A trouble-maker.

One such passed through barely a year hence, and Adar had not liked the way his gaze lingered upon his lady as she made her morning rounds. He watched her too intently and for too long a duration for one with innocent thoughts in mind. No, the Uruk had seen too many over the years with such a glint in their dark, soulless eyes.

When she reached Adar's shop that morning, he'd glared at her evil shadow before gently grasping her hand and suggesting in a low voice that she keep her dagger handy until that particular caravan had left. She'd given him a reassuring smile and pulled the edge of her shawl back just far enough to show him the hilt where it was already strapped at her waist.

He'd never been so proud in all his life, but that didn't stop him from keeping a close eye on her for the rest of the day. None had noticed that his shop was closed with freshly-scattered alfirin seeds before it that afternoon, nor had the filth watching her seen that he was being followed by death's ruined right hand. The trader had followed her halfway back to her home and had begun to catch up with her when a flash of black and silver tugged him silently behind a tree.

The only sound that heralded the scum's death was a snap. She'd turned to look for what had made the noise, believing it to be a branch, and when she found nothing, she made her way safely home.

Her Uruk protector had disposed of the body beside a field where wild horses grazed, laying an empty bottle of spirits beside him. The next morning when the corpse was found, it was obvious to all that he'd gotten drunk, tried to ride one of the beasts, and had been thrown to his death. Adar guarded her door each night until the caravan left. The alfirin seeds had sprouted within mere days, and if any in the village had known their true meaning, the white blooms would have screamed his deed to the world.

But none were the wiser, and his lady was safe. That was all that mattered to him.

Fixing her dagger now was nothing less than a privilege. He'd told her it was easily repaired. In truth, it needed to be reforged. He'd shut his shop for the day and rolled up his sleeves to begin the work.

In the morning, after sharpening the blade's edge, he unlocked his shop door and awaited her arrival. He'd told her that she'd have his name today if she was still interested, but...he was tempted to give her more than that...to show her his mark. His self-indulgent moments when he showed her the bow and when he'd returned her coins had carved themselves upon his heart, stirring within him the desire to hold her again and never let go.

He'd been alone for so long that he now felt like a drowning man each time her eyes met his. She was so close, yet just out of reach. Could she see how much she meant to him? Could she tell that he would save, burn, or change the world entirely at her behest?

The door creaked inward, drawing him out of his thoughts. She was back. He stood straighter as she approached.

"Good morning, my lady." The tentative smile she gave him showed him all that he needed to know. It was time that he told her everything. If she rejected him, well...he'd come to expect pain. It would not surprise him, though, it would be worse than anything he'd yet experienced.

"Good morning," I murmured in return. My heart raced in my chest, and I hoped that my voice didn't sound as nervous as I felt. Smoothing my dress a bit further, I approached his desk. "I hope I haven't put you to any trouble."

"Not at all," he answered with a small smile as he lifted my dagger from his desk. "Come, let me show you what I have done."

I did as he asked, moving closer and paying entirely too much attention to the way his large hands dwarfed my little blade. He pulled it carefully from the sheath, showing me his handiwork. He'd polished it, too. The scent floated through the air in a familiar curl.

"Oh, it looks as good as new!" I exclaimed as he handed it carefully to me. The leather grip on the hilt had been replaced and even the balance had improved! "I cannot thank you enough, sir, truly."

"It was my honor, my lady," he said as I passed the blade back. He slid it neatly into its sheath. "Do be cautious. I gave it a quick pass over the whetstone this morning. 'Tis sharper than before."

"Are you sure you won't accept at least some sort of payment?" I asked, and he gave me a mock-stern look. I raised my hands in surrender. "My apologies."

"Gladly accepted."

After a long pause, I finally asked what I'd wanted to.

"May I still ask your name, sir? If your mind has changed, or if you simply do not wish to reveal it, I swear I will not press you on the matter."

He was quiet for a long enough moment that I nearly began pouring forth apologies.

"You are the only one I have wished to tell," he admitted. "You may call me Adar."

Adar. I knew that word from somewhere, but I couldn't quite place it.

"Thank you, Adar. I shan't tell a soul without your permission," I promised, and with an appreciative nod, he held out my sheathed dagger.

"Tell me," he rasped, not relinquishing his hold on my weapon quite yet, "why do you keep your forearm covered?"

I gave a nervous laugh, unable to maintain eye contact with him.

"I...My soulmark is there. I can't read it. Never have I encountered a language quite like it...whatever it might be."

He gave a small smile.

"I can read it." Adar's assertion snapped my gaze up to meet his once more.

"Sir?"

"If you would prefer that I not, that is entirely your prerogative, but I can almost guarantee you that I will be able to read it." When I hesitated, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Let me help you, my lady."

Quickly stowing my blade in my bag, I began to unwrap the fabric I kept tied over my arm. As I did so, the need to explain myself pulled a flood of words from me.

"I'm not ashamed of my soulmate, whoever they might be, but after a while, the looks I got when people glimpsed the writing...the pity, the confusion...the explanations became a bit tiresome. Besides, it is nobody's business save me and my soulmate," I murmured as the last bit of the cloth came free and fell away revealing the stark, black marks on my arm. Adar moved just a bit closer, a small smile stretching his lips as he caught my arm gently in his grasp. "Can...? Do you recognize it?"

For a moment, he was silent, only nodding his head in response, but that was enough to send my heart racing in my chest. That was more than anyone had told me about my mark in all my years.

"I have not seen this language written in an Age," he breathed, and after a long moment, his eyes met mine. "I am certain that if you knew the answer, you would regret inquiring about your soulmate's identity."

I couldn't hide my confusion.

"What do you mean? No matter who they are, if the marks are any indication, I can handle it. I have never known them to be wrong," I said, and he looked back down at my arm. "Please. You are the only hope I have of ever being able to read it."

His grip on my arm loosened somewhat, as if he was expecting me to tear myself from his grasp.

"I...have not used this name in thousands of years," he whispered tracing the first half of the dark runes, "but it was still mine. I prefer Adar, now, but...your mark seems to have taken that into account."

My lips parted in surprise, but I was frozen as he traced his fingertips lightly, carefully over the rest of the marks near my wrist.

"Just after that slight separation is the name you would now recognize as mine," he murmured, then he lifted my wrist and placed a kiss onto my mark, reverent and affectionate. The ancient writing tingled and sparked over and beneath my skin, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

He released my arm and tugged back his own sleeve, showing me my scrawled name on his scarred forearm. Carefully, afraid that he'd disappear, that this would turn out to have just been a dream, I touched him just as he'd done.

"For whole Ages, my arm was blank. There were others whose marks were slow to appear, but those whom I knew waited mere centuries. I was convinced that I was not destined for that fate," Adar admitted as I touched the first letter of my name. "I wondered...if I would even be able to read a name should it appear on my skin, or if it would appear as twisted as my scars."

As a tear slipped down my cheek, I kissed his arm as he'd done to mine. The slight gasp that escaped him was like ambrosia for my soul.

"I'm so sorry. You waited for so long, and all you got for your trouble was a mortal with terrible penmanship..." I trailed off with a sniffle, but he tilted my chin up with his free hand and shook his head.

"It is beautiful, because it is yours. It tethered me to you. This mark meant that I was no longer alone." His soft, rasping voice was filled with emotion. "Do not apologize for giving me hope when I'd dared not cling to it for such a long time. I should be begging your forgiveness, my lady. You do not deserve one as unworthy as I."

I shook my head in protest.

"Only I decide what I deserve. If anything, it is I who does not deserve you," I murmured. "You who have lived so many lives...having seen and experienced things I could scarcely imagine..."

I reached up slowly so that he could stop me if he wished, but he made no move to do so. My fingertips brushed his cheeks as lightly as was physically possible.

"I could want no other but you. I have felt guilt for so long. I could not read my mark, but I felt when my soulmate touched his. And yet, I knew that I had lost my heart to you the day we met." My confession felt like the sweetest relief. "If that name had belonged to any other, I would have been distraught."

Adar leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and drawing a slow breath. Twin tears escaped, dripping down his face in an asynchronous race.

"Now that I have you, I cannot give you back, meleth," he warned as he stepped closer and rested his forehead against mine.

"Then, keep me," I whispered, and his lips finally, finally met mine.

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requiem-for-a-raisin · 1 month ago

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The Past Records: William & Victor - Part 3

*Fan translation for funsies! IP owned by Cybird, translations are my own and may be inaccurate. See About page for more info.*

WARNING: Contains major spoilers for Victor’s route, and spoilers featuring a character unreleased on the English server.

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Victor takes a step forward and opens his mouth.

Victor

"Richard Roberts. A repeat offender with a history of petty crimes."

Victor

"Henry Davis. Suspected of participating in human trafficking."

As he mentions each person's name, their faces change.

(Does he really remember all of their names and their crimes?)

As expected, Victor exhales a sigh after mentioning the names and crimes of all of them.

Victor

"You don't truly want republicanism."

Victor

"A criminal group that only wants to murder monarchs and change the law to make their own crimes irrelevant."

(...He came here knowing everything from the beginning.)

Victor

"I love my people. But I will not tolerate evil that threatens peace."

If there is room for rehabilitation, I will give him the opportunity.

He must have come here with that thought because he loves his people.

(But he decided that they could not be saved.)

William

"Orders, Your Majesty."

Victor made his decision.

Victor

"In the name of Queen Victoria, I condemn them."

I take a breath and give the order.

William

"Cut your own throats with the sword you hold in your hand."

In an instant, those holding the swords cut their own throats.

Bearded man

"Wh-why, aaaah!"

Scarred man

"No, stop! Stop, aaaaah!!"

Breathless man

"Ah... ah..."

All that remained in the theater, which had turned into a sea of plates, were the few people who hadn't carried swords and Robert Sullivan.

Robert

"H-h-stop...! Don't come any closer!"

I tried to give orders to the group huddled on the stage.

But Victor's hand blocked my way.

Victor

"I'll do the rest. You go outside the door."

William

"...Okay."

I turned on my heels and walked outside through the sea of blood.

I waited a few minutes, and then I got worried when he didn't come out,

So I went back inside.

But what I saw was Robert and his friends on stage, having strangled themselves and looking happy in death.

William

"So that's your ability."

Victor turned around and laughed sadly, picking up the bomb that had fallen.

Victor

"I took the lives of so many people I care about, so all I can do is take on all that is on my shoulders and sacrifice myself for this country."

Victor

"That is my atonement, and even in death, my resolve will not change."

As he looked away, I looked straight at him and opened my mouth.

William

"But I hope the time will come when you can enjoy your freedom, Victor."

William

"Even if you don't want that."

Victor looked surprised, then suddenly laughed.

Victor

"Thank you, Will."

He walked through the theater to check if there were any remnants, and came upon the second floor corridor.

The next moment, he turned a corner.

A man trembling with a sword in his hand

"W-Who are you?"

A man suddenly appeared, raising his sword and attacking.

(Too late)

Thinking he'd be attacked before I could use my power, I drew my sword and stabbed him towards his heart.

But at the same time, another sword was also stabbed into his heart.

Victor

"We're in perfect sync, stabbing at the same time."

The moment I pulled it out, blood spurted out, staining us red.

He wiped the blood away, returned his sword to its sheath, and muttered in a troubled voice.

Victor

"If it's this dirty, there's no way I can leave through the front."

William

"I've got a great idea, Vic."

Victor smiles when I open the window and point down.

Victor

"Well, that's enough to destroy the evidence."

Then we both jump out of the window as we throw the bomb behind us.

We leave the place, laughing to each other without looking back.

The clock struck three, and we were the only people walking around the quiet city.

We weren't even bothering to wipe the blood off our faces as we talked, looking up at the sky, when suddenly Victor spoke up.

Victor

"I have decided, William. Our name is 'Crown'."

Victor

"What do you think?"

His eyes sparkled like stars.

William

"Crown? Why?"

His long fingers drew a 'crown' in the night sky.

Victor

"One day this organization will become a place for the cursed."

Victor

"So that those who face tragic fates, with their various circumstances, can find freedom by fulfilling their evil deeds."

Victor

"And someday, may a crown shine upon the heads of all who seek freedom."

Victor

"A crown with such a wish in mind... what do you think?"

He exclaims with a look of satisfaction that it's a great idea, and I ask him a question.

William

"That's a nice name, but are you part of that idea?"

The smile on Victor's face disappears.

Victor

"I gave up on my freedom a long time ago. But if everyone living in this country can enjoy freedom."

Victor

"That alone makes me happy."

To him, the cursed are just people with a slightly special power among his beloved people.

He doesn't make any distinction between them, and just wants them to be happy, just like any other human.

The organization Crown wants to give meaning to life, freedom, and a place for those who face a tragic fate.

And their fulfillment of their evil destiny will lead to the granting of freedom to everyone living in this country.

Victor

"So it's decided that we're Crown! Is that okay?"

William

"Yes."

Pulled along by Victor, we ran through the night in London.

The moment we arrived at the office, we leaned our backs against the wall and laughed together, catching our breath.

Victor

"That may have been the first time I've ever run like that."

William

"Me too. I never thought I'd run all the way to the palace."

Even after killing people and getting covered in blood, I still felt somehow cheerful,

thanks to the fact that I had punished evil and the man laughing next to me.

Victor

"Now that the name has been decided, I should step forward to assist the Queen."

William

"What do you mean?"

Victor

"I've always thought that. I'm a queen, but you're the only one who knows my true identity."

Victor

"When I discussed the possibility of ascending to the throne as a queen instead of a king, some people tried to support me, but..."

Victor

"In reality, they were planning to reveal my true identity to the world and take my place. So..."

I could guess what he would say next without even hearing it.

Victor

"If it was discovered that I was in the palace, with no real role to play, it would likely cause trouble."

Victor

"That's why I wanted to create a reason for one man to be in the palace."

William

"So that's why you're an aide."

Victor

"You wouldn't think that I'm the one assisting the Queen, would you?"

Probably, there are other reasons.

(It would allow him to see the world from the people's perspective, making it easier to influence the Crown.)

(Maybe he wants to experience life as Victor, even if only for a short while.)

William

"If becoming an advisor gives you even a little freedom, there's no reason to stop you."

Victor smiles, stands up, and picks up a bottle of wine from the shelf.

Victor

"So from today, I'm the Queen's aide, Victor. Let's do our best cheerfully and with integrity!"

Victor

"To start with, pop open this bottle of wine! Or maybe I should save it for another day?"

There was still a bit of awkwardness in his cheerful appearance.

I stand up and snatch the wine from his hand.

William

"We are the cursed. We don't know when our tragic fate will come."

William

"Today could be the first and last condemnation."

(So...)

William

"First, let's continue as Crown and Queen's Aide Victor for five years."

William

"How about drinking this wine then?"

There's no guarantee that we'll still be alive by then.

But five years from now, when we drink this,

I hope that this country, our future, and the man before me would be as free as possible.

It was a proposal made in the hope that they might gain even a little freedom.

Victor nodded slightly and held out his crimson-stained hand.

I took it, and we shook hands wet with blood.

Victor

"We will continue to carry out evil to rid this country of injustice and absurdity."

Victor

"Even if the shining crown atop our heads becomes smeared with blood and loses its luster, it will remain forever."

William

"Let us conquer evil with evil, and let the people be free."

William

“Of course the Crown's policy, but above all, this is my self-righteousness.”

They hold each other's hands tightly and laugh.

Victor

I forgot to mention one thing.

Victor

“You may think of my relationship with you as that of an accomplice, or a queen and her subjects, but...”

Victor turns his proud smile toward me.

Victor

“We are inseparable friends.”

This is the story of the first condemnation by two evil people.

And, a story of friendship in the name of complicity.

A room in a palace in Germany.

Darius

"Oh, so a cursed organization has been formed in England."

Darius

"Its name is Crown, and it was founded by a human called Victor, an inferior species, and William Rex, a cursed being.”

Darius

"A ball of self-righteousness that can give orders to anyone he looks at and manipulate them at will."

Darius

"That William! I knew he was cursed just like me."

Darius

"That's nice, how wonderful. Maybe I should make him a part of the family."

Darius

"We'll create a utopia together... as a family."

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fawnspotholiday · 6 days ago

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Noelle as the Second Hero & Susie as the Last Girl: Assuaging Your Doubts

It first comes with acknowledging that we do not see the prophecy in order. Mostly, we do not know the order of the entire prophecy at all, but it is logical to assume the description of the heros goes together.

BUT LO, ON HOPES AND DREAMS THEY SEND. THREE HEROS AT THE WORLD'S END. THE FIRST HERO. THE CAGE, WITH HUMAN SOUL AND PARTS! THE SECOND HERO. THE GIRL, WITH HOPE CROSSED ON HER HEART. THE THIRD HERO. THE PRINCE, ALONE IN THE DEEPEST DARK

There are only three heros and they are described consecutively. Some think this is the order in which they are meant to be introduced to us, but there is nothing to suggest that. It is simply describing the three heros.

The Last Girl, and Why It's Susie

The prophecy of the "last girl" is unrelated to the heros, it is simply a coincidence that Susie sees it before she sees the second hero prophecy. We don't know where this is meant to go in the prophecy and are seeing it out of context. However, we can be certain it is referring to Susie.

As it is clearly meant to be her "rude buster" symbol. And if you still have doubts and think it could be an ACT symbol, datamining reveals it is titled rude buster in the game code.

Whatever role Susie is meant to play we can be sure that she wasn't intended as a hero as this prophecy doesn't fit within the hero one - it doesn't make any sense to describe the first hero, say last was the girl, describe the girl as the second hero, then describe the third hero. Susie was meant for a different role.

The Identity of the Second Hero

Truthfully, there's no super solid evidence that it is Noelle so far - but I feel she is likely the best bet. Due to her being a girl, the most important of the side characters and the only one we've entered battles with, her importance in the snowgrave route, how the snowgrave route shows that she is extremely powerful, her mothers suspicious involvement with Kris and the dark worlds, and that she can equip ribbons like the girl was meant to according to Ralsei along with swords like in the image - two things Susie cannot or will not equip.

Many think the image doesn't look like Noelle, imo it looks more like Noelle than Susie:

There are many ways to interpret it, this is just mine. It gets seen as a side profile often, but the way the heart is drawn slightly in perspective in the LOVE prophecy makes me feel it is more meant to be a 3/4ths view. The lack of antlers could easily be explained by Noelle having the hood of her dark world dress up. An alternative idea is her antlers shedding at some point, which is natural for reindeer. The shape behind her is often interpreted as hair - but I think it goes out at an odd angle, imo it could suggest wings which Noelle once wore and may become part of her design again.

It feels a bit like reaching I know, but these images were meant to be vague and misleading. In reality the identity of all the heros are vague and indistinct, the only thing we can be certain of is Susie's identity as the Last Girl due to the use of Rude Buster.

Additionally, the images on these prophecies may not be intended to be 1:1 accurate but more symbolic - shown by Tenna's which depicts him cut in half, which didn't actually happen though he was still "cleaved".

I've seen some conclude that this indicates the prophecy has already been changed, but since the characters don't react to it or consider it a big deal we should infer that the images are seen as symbolic (outside of the jokes). Since Tenna either dies or you are meant to give him to Proto-Mettaton, I don't think he will be relevant later to be cut in half, either.

Common doubts:

Why doesn't Ralsei know? - It's plenty possible Ralsei is as susceptible to misinterpretation as we are. After all, he is plainly interpreting "LOVE" as romantic love when we all know it may mean something else.

How does Ralsei know Susie's name? - This goes into theories about who/what Ralsei is. Ralsei may have had familiarity with Susie from being an object Kris carries around. Kris may have simply told him - we know that Ralsei is aware of us and speaks to Kris while we're distracted. So it is safe to assume when we met Ralsei for the first time that was not Kris meeting Ralsei for the first time - especially when we save over Kris's file upon entering the game. And really, can we even be sure that Ralsei is who he says he is anyway? None of the members of the Fun Gang could be the originally intended heros for all we know.

What about Gerson? - Gerson believes Susie is meant to be a hero in the story, but I think he is simply taking it at face value like we are. He is simply a Lightner brought back to life, so I don't think he is privy to any special information. He says Susie wields the weapon of hope which seemingly matches the second girl's description, but he is also adamant that Susie should disregard the prophecy entirely. I think the theme of hope matching is simply intentionally misleading. Noelle is also a character defined by hope; the hope to heal her father, and to reunite with her Sister.

The Only Reason This Could Be Wrong

It's not a fair scientific paper if I don't offer possible counter evidence right...?

I would say the only possible way it's incorrect that Susie is not a hero is if the "last girl" part of the prophecy is meant to refer to her in a part of the story that we didn't see other than that one excerpt. Like if it is describing a battle of the heros, and saying the girl came in last to save the day or something.

Why I think this isn't the case

Storytelling-wise, we are intentionally given the prophecy out of order, and intentionally thrown that part to initially not think too hard about but then question later because it does not match up with the consecutive order the heros are described in. This along with Susie feeling special to be called a hero because she was never chosen for anything, and Ralsei commenting that she was meant to wear ribbons, I think was meant to make us pause a bit upon reflection. While Susie is already disappointed in the prophecy because of the ending, it's all the more tragic if her feeling that being picked felt unbelievable is correct. Ralsei also brings up that Susie is meant to wear the ribbons after being asked about Noelle.

Susie: ...then, uh, anything about Noelle...? Ralsei: Umm... Ralsei: I know which items of ours she can equip? Ralsei: Then again, YOU'RE supposed to equip Ribbons...

And, lastly, I feel Gerson's hint is the best - that Susie is The Dragon in the story, not a hero. Since we know the ending is something tragic, the dragon fighting against the heros to prevent it may seem more noble than the heros. Susie has already declared her intent to never let the ending happen.

What this means for the story

I actually don't think this will ever be plot relevant exactly. As in, I don't think the characters will ever stop and say "Are we acting out the prophecy? Did we mix the heros up?" - in fact, the mix up seems integral to them acting it out unknowingly. It feels more that it is something for the audience to realize to add to the suspense and tragedy - Susie is already on a collision course with Kris simply due to Kris secretly working with the Knight and keeping it from her.

By the end, we may see the Fun Gang completely fractured.

#too tired to proofread this now i will later haha #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #deltarune theory #deltarune prophecy #the prophecy #noelle holiday #susie deltarune #kris dreemurr #ralsei deltarune #ralsei

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omgfangirlland · 12 days ago

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Hello hello hello, I am here!! My life is not that insane, I’ve just been obsessed with Hello Kitty Island Adventure and Drag Race, so sorry😭

🔱-anon, omg stopppp (don’t), also I LOVE greek mythology and history so THE ODYSSEY REFERENCE THANK YOU

Author: two more ideas perhaps? Thanks to 🔱 anon I thought of it, but if you’re into or have been into Percy Jackson, then maybe a Demigod Batsib, who Bruce sent away very quickly and like none of them ever visit or see, and she quickly becomes a year round camper or a camper staying with other campers because every time she’s home she’s been attacked by monsters? And then when they finally see something maybe she’s gotten on the news for something (not good of course, it’s the curse of being a demigod) and they go to see her and are like holy shit you’re huge and muscular and scarred and tatted up with a sword wth 😨. Idk food for thought😻

2nd: I genuinely can not remember if I’ve asked you before or not, but have you seen YellowJackets, and if so, YellowJackets Batsib?

Sorry these are always so long when I send them jfc, can you tell I talk too much lmao. Anyways LOVE YOU TONS -🫀

Special mention that this specific reader is Tall and Buff-

I have not watched YellowJackets, but it seems interesting. I'll put it on my watch list!

Now- I have four Percy Jackson books- my first mistake was buying them in my native language, the second is my unabridged hate for first-person POV(it was very impulsive and my dad's money so I don't really feel bad about it), BUUT, I know enough from memes and the musical that I should do relatively okay :)))

The question, however, is- who is the goddess or god who's the other parent? I'd personally go with the war/mischief/misfortune related gods- Ares, Aphrodite, Athena, Eris, or Enyo, depending on what depiction you follow, Ate, Apate, Oizys, Kakia, etc. I'm going the Eris route purely because of the chaos it'll create for both humans and Gods.

I'm also used to writing about Dionysos(the greek god) as Dionysus(the Thracian god), son of Bendis, which the greeks associated with Selene, Hekate and Artemis, so I may slip in that aspect-

You don't remember who your mortal father was, not anymore, or not like you thought you did- maybe glimpses, some Bruce guy- or maybe Alfred? Did it even matter? All of that, and all you remember of him is telling you it's better if you stay away for a while.

A while turned into as long as you lived.

You also remember finding out the truth- well, half of it. Your mother was a goddess. That's all you knew. Dionysos had strict orders to not let you know, for now. A special case, prophecies and legends everyone knew about, prophecies that the higher-ups wanted to see how you'd play out without anyone's interference.

The God couldn't bring himself to tell you even if he could, your mere presence brought a moment of clarity the drunk wasn't used to. "I don't want to prove myself to someone I haven't even seen, let alone to someone who left me here." Dionysos was accustomed to teenage angst, tween rage, and childish hopefulness.

You just accepted it. Took it for what it was- a mortal parent sick of the stuff you unintentionally attracted, and a godly parent who didn't give a fuck, who just wanted to create problems. He drank so much that night, like he had never done before.

And you just started doing your best to help around, to learn everything and anything, so that no one would have another reason to throw you out like some sort of useless toy.

And Dionysus did something he's never done before- took you under his wing. Or so Chiron would say, the god would have a few choice words against it, which he did, whispered as you were passed out on a bed in the medbay. No, he wasn't there because he was worried for you, he had work- around- that particular side of the cabin where you were, and he was just making sure you were still breathing.

No, Chiron, he did not cry when you gave him a happy mother's day card as a joke, fuck you, slandering his name like that. Despite that, he keeps the card in the drawer of his desk.

The peace and quiet didn't hold forever, Percy's arrival seemed to be the reason for it- or maybe you two being in the presence of each other lit the fire. Either way- shit went down. Discord started, and you left with the kids and disappointed in yet another parental figure.

You ended with the kids in Central City, in the middle of the Justice League fighting some monster, and while the kids watched the fight at your side your eyes were on the map. "We could take the train to Kansas City and then take another to Las Vegas."

"... We could also help them." Percy muttered as he watched the Flash get grabbed by the monster while Superman was sent into a building. "They're fine." You shrug. "The Flash just got eaten by the thing." Annabeth said.

It was a moment of silence before you sighed and turned to look at the fight. With a flick of your arms, the wrist cuffs turned into two one-handed Dacian falxes. You pointed one at Percy. "Stay. Out. Of it." The falx turned to Annabeth. "You too."

Wonder Woman gasped in shock as the monster's ankle got cut clean through. Her weapons have been the only ones to be able to slice through the thing's skin, the thing was clearly affected by godly weapons, and you weren't a god, that she was sure.

For a moment, as Barry clawed his way out of the slit you created at the things neck, she thought you were an amazonian, you sure were built like one of them, but the buzz of your presence as you got closer and closer after the beast went down told her everything she needed to know.

"You know her?" Clark asked Diana, but Bruce answered for her. "She doesn't," and the two turned to look at the bat, the implication that he knew being loud and clear.

"Thanks-" Barry tried to show his appreciation to the lady who saved him, but Bruce interrupted him. "What are you doing here?" You were supposed to be in NY, being safe at the camp made for demigods, not here creating trouble again. And he sure as hell didn't expect to see you like this- as tall as him, biceps bigger than his head, arms and neck tatted with all kinds of spells and depictions of myths- were you even old enough for that?

"Watch your tone, bat-boy. One of these days your sugar daddy's money won't be able to take you out of the grave you dug yourself-" Barry chokes on a laugh, and Clark's nostrils twitch as he bites back a smirk. "And if you want to thank me- you can be helping me-"

"US." Annabeth smiles up at Wonder Woman, her eyes shining with admiration. "Hi-" but you interrupt her. "What did I say?" you grumble, and it clicks for Clark as his eyes slowly turn to Bruce, who remains stoic. "We did as told! We stayed out of it-"

"Yeah- see we can listen." Percy smiled up at you. "I saw you throw a rock at it." You raise a brow. "... It distracted it." Grover whispered with a pout. "Not the point." It also clicked for Barry, his neck almost snapping as he turned and looked at Batman with pure shock.

But Diana only senses Eris claim over you, and she can only blink at the gentle way you are with these other demigod kids. Damian, on the other hand, was fuming as he stomped past a shocked Nightwing, standing tall at Bruce's side, eyes looking up at you.

"Help with what?" The boy hissed, and you just looked at him. "We need to get to Las Vegas." Grover shrugs. "Why?" Damian presses, and Percy snorts. "Why do you care?" You sigh as the boys get into a smart off, redirecting your attention to the adults. "Work." Diana tilts her head. "What kind of work?"

" ... Work." Diana's eyebrows raised, glancing at Bruce, as it clicks for her as well. And she just sighs, already done with this man and his million kids.

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MEMES!!

Bruce, trying to math out how old Reader is:

Diana, smelling Eris magic on Reader:

Barry, traumatized after being swallowed whole, trying to phase the saliva off:

Reader, while Percy and Damian get into it:

#anon ask #🫀 anon #dc crossover #fem!reader #neglected reader #female!reader #buff!reader #tall!reader #percy jackson crossover #dc x percy jackson

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brbievivi · 21 days ago

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THEORIES .ᐟ

RSA – Sage’s Islands Other Enchanted Academy

Overview : RSA/Royal Sword Academy is NRC’s rival school, and is implied to enroll the heroes, or as the NRC boys call it the “goody two shoes” of our favorite fairytales. Nonetheless, let’s exchange some theories about RSA, and dive into an arc of magic.

Author's Note : Contains small spoiler from Jade's coral sea event. This is simply a little discussion; this is in no way a bash on any of the characters. You are free to have your own opinion and let me know your thoughts in the comments .ᐟ

MASTERLIST

The Nature of RSA

While the NRC boys (mainly Leona and Ruggie) might say that the RSA boys are just some "goody two-shoes" snobs, I don't believe that to be the case. Yes, it's clear that RSA enrolls students who are twisted off of the heroes or companions of our beloved fairy tales, but TWST is very good at giving complex characters. I theorize that the RSA boys have more personality than being Prince Charmings.

I don't necessarily believe they are secretly evil or anything; in fact, I think people enjoy believing that theory so they can side with the NRC boys more. But honestly, we can still love NRC without RSA being plot twist villains. For example, with Neige, some think he's secretly two-faced with Vil, but not only does that undermine Vil's overblot, Vil himself says it's not Neige's fault and that Neige has his own life struggles as well.

The boys at NRC are a complex mix, and I theorize the same goes for RSA.

Do you agree? What theories do you have on the matter? ♡

Intertwined Connection

Considering NRC and RSA are the two academies on Sage's Island, it makes me speculate if the two schools were ever more connected together before becoming rivals. This is probably not the case, considering the two schools have been rivals for decades, but considering students like Chenya show up and disappear without fear or hesitation makes me wonder if there are other students who want to visit NRC or if there were students in the past who did so.

I say the past because the way the NRC Npcs reacted to Chenya being there was just full rage haha, so I don't see any RSA student attempting a stunt like that, but maybe some of them grow curious of NRC, especially after book 7. Yes, we all know Chenya loves to tease, but it shows that maybe there are some students at RSA who don't take the rivalry seriously, and then there are others that do.

Do you agree? What theories do you have on the matter? ♡

Prince Rielle

Despite not actually seeing him yet, many of us have taken that Rielle is a student at RSA, and if so, that means he was interested in going on land like Azul and the tweels.

What makes Rielle’s case interesting is, since he’s a prince and his kingdom is back in the Coral Sea, will he go the Ariel route and stay on land, or will he return to the sea? We know from Jade's coral sea events that human and mermaid relationships are rare, so it would be interesting to know what path he would choose.

What theories do you have on the matter? ♡

Magical Artifacts

We know from Glorious Masquerade that every school has a magic artifact of some kind. Noble Bell College has the Bell of Solace, and NRC has the magic mirror, but what about RSA?

Personally, I could see them having either the sword from The Sword in the Stone or the fairy godmother’s magic wand.

I could see Fairy Godmother’s magic wand being possible because the school castle screams Cinderella to me. However, I could also see it being the sword from The Sword in the Stone, because the headmaster of RSA, Ambrose, is twisted off of Merlin from the movie.

Do you agree? What theories do you have on the matter? ♡

Classes and Teachers

I feel the classes would be the same as NRC: science, homeroom, magic, and humanities, but maybe for physical education they have fencing along with flying. As for other courses, maybe instead of poison making, they make healing potions/ointments. I also see them having home economics for some reason, or at least something similar.

As for teachers, I could see them having a range of teachers. For fencing, I could see them having a twst!Prince Charming as the instructor, or for another physical activity club/class, I could see the instructor being twisted from Mulan; for culinary, I could see a twst! Tiana, etc.

Do you agree? What theories do you have on the matter? ♡

The Statues

I know some have discussed that the statues at RSA could be all of the princesses or at least most of them, and honestly that would be fun. Considering the RSA students seem to have a mix of the princesses/princes or their companions in terms of personality and character design. For instance, a dorm based off Beauty and the Beast with a twst!Lumiere would be fun.

Do you agree? What theories do you have on the matter? ♡

If you made it this far, tysm for reading .ᐟ

#twst chenya #twisted wonderland chenya #disney twisted wonderland #twst rsa #twisted wonderland rsa #neige #twst neige #neige leblanche #twisted wonderland neige #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst theories #twst theory #twst jp #twst en #twst spoilers #rsa #twst rielle #twst

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radicaldreemurrs · 6 days ago

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any thoughts on the weird little shadow mantle freak? my read was it being kris' intrusive thoughts manifested as a darkner and that kind of thing seems within your wheelhouse.

YEAH the whole sword route is awesome. the shadow mantle very much represents that sort of thing to me. kris's compartmentalized violent intrusive thoughts spurred about from their deeply alienating humanity and the ways video games have taught them to feel, this idea that they could turn all of hometown to dust in minutes and it wouldn't even be hard. i ESPECIALLY like what it says in weird route:

^ this line should have been more than enough to disprove any meta disconnect between kris and their own SOUL honestly. like. "knowing you could say it wasn't really you" is just SAYING IT OUTRIGHT! they're dissociating as a way to excuse themselves from having done these terrible things, knowing they can claim innocence later!!! that it was "someone else" doing all that despite all those thoughts still coming from within!!!!! which is such a realistic kind of struggle with intrusive thoughts, especially because kris is already resigned to just being evil in the base narrative!!!!!!!

#mail #anonymous #krissociation meta

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ganondoodle · 2 years ago

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so, inspired by the warm welcome the captain received with that rough doodle i posted, i made an updated design for Ki'ita as well (basic and with clothes)

i removed the piercings she had bc considering that they spend the majority of their time in arctic waters i think having metal directly in your skin is a bad idea, no matter how thick your blubber is; i also gave her typical white markings a green hue bc ... i liked how it looked and makes them stand out a little more

(i will not repeat what i wrote on the post about the captain but wanted to add a bit of more info about Ki'ita herself)

(i dont have ALL of their backstory done yet but) the captain and Ki'ita worked together in another organization, one in which the father of the captains child also worked at, before being betrayed and barely managing to escape, after which the both of them founded their pirate crew (possible name is the Solar Pirates bc of their solar powered boat stuff); since the captain had her daughter shortly afterwards Ki'ita managed most of the organisational matters at first, including the construction of their base on an abandoned island they had initially fled to

over the years they invented the solar powered ships that allowed them to gain control over a large part of an important trade route, leaving normal ships (mostly) alone but attacking those of hunters and similar, rescuing demons and mutants, even some humans from them, most of which also join the crew and it quickly lead to them becoming their own little community

Ki'ita does not like to spend alot of time among large groups of people, no matter how much she cares about them, and her originally being from norther lands gave her the idea to explore, and if viable, do underground missions in those norther areas to disrupt the infrastructure the hunters had built in recent years and overall keep the crew informed about things that may otherwise stay hidden; with each of their travels her time absent from the base increased but the patience of the captain is wearing thin so its likely a serious talk is underway on Ki'itas third solo mission she nearly died due to entanglement in abandoned nets made by hunters from an unknown material that she could not break, the massive scars on her tail especially come from that, only surviving bc the date they were supposed to return to the crew had passed and the captain grew to worried about her and made the entire crew rush into an emergency search, including the captain herself and her toddler, who were not suited for the cold climate just like the rest of crew, taking a huge risk that Ki'ita still feels ashamed of for causing; they stayed within the base for a whole year afterwards, not just to recover but also as a silent apology, taking time preparing herself to ensure theyd not get into a situation like that again

(before departing on their next mission the captain gifted her a sword with the blade made from the material of the net, a wooden handle, bc of the cold, and a blue wrap around it reminiscent of the captains striking blue teeth; a reminder of what had happened, a means to defend herself when their strength and teeth are not enough, and also a promise to always return again)

the oldest members of the crew know Ki'ita well and treat her like an old friend, among the newer members she has more of a .. cryptic status, the mysteriously absent vice-captain who only appears every few months or so out of thin air, throws a big party, sleeps for a few days and then vanishes again, the only hint to when they will return soon again being the captain getting noticably grumpier

(OC art, Ki'ita, she/they)

#ganondoodles #art #oc #original art #artists on tumblr #original character #character design #monster #man why do i keep writing such long texts #its not even that much i wrote here!!#sorry for the long post #idk if its good to write more about my ocs maybe i shouldnt? might make the post less rebloggable with so much text on it idk #right now im thinking about them actually having a kid together later on but i havent decided yet #their relationship is kinda out of the norm i guess #neither ever said they were in a relationship and neither does the crew know #and they are not overtly like a typical pair in love kinda thing #its hard to explain #they do love each other but its like super private while also not??#like they never say publicly that they love each other nor kiss #but when youd hear the news that the captains having another child and its from kiita youd be like yup that makes sense #(also her nickname is Kiki but only the captain knows that)#ANYWAY #sorry for this sudden disconnected oc spam #i love these lads #and im so happy i got their design down more coherently #i spent over and hour writing all this argh i wanted to get more sleep for once damn it #just now noticed i fked up kiitas arm there #man #dont draw when you are tired and need to sleep kids

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aroacenezhaanddainsleif · 2 years ago

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when I played Caribert, I was pretty disappointed about the lack of impact Dain seemed to have on Kaeya, honestly. during Kaeya's hangout, he didn't mention the weird cryptic blond dude who just dropped family lore once, which I thought would have been pretty important?

but in truth, I think Dain actually had a HUGE impact on Kaeya.

we can all know that from Kaeya's personal lore and former events that Kaeya had very conflicted feelings over his duty to Khaenri'ah and his love for Mondstadt, even with his estranged relationship with Diluc (which now seems partly fixed?), but in the performance route of Kaeya's hangout, Kaeya makes his choice.

The story of Prince Qubad is a very, very thinly veiled metaphor for Khaenri'ah all throughout, and then we finally get to the end scene of the play:

Kaeya: When I departed my beloved home to fight in a foreign land, I did so to honor his (my father's) wishes and for my duty to our people. Kaeya: alas, is this fate's grand design… that I should spend the rest of my days in a foreign land, till I am laid to rest in a grave far from home? K: Must it be so…? K: my dear audience, I ask you this: do you believe in fate? if fate decreed that your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do? Traveler: I would challenge my fate, and rise above it. / I would bravely face my fate. K: then so must it be! I shall discard this intaglio, and rid myself of the shackles of fate. G: my dear prince, do you intend to betray your father, and abandon your heritage? K: fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land, to fan the flames of conflict til they engulf the entire world…

K: fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind. K: but I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn in heaven's plan. K: I, Kaeya Qubad, will spend the rest of my days in a foreign land, til I breathe my last in a place far from home. K: but I must walk this path, or freedom dies by my hand. goodbye, my tribe and kin. farewell, sweet land of my birth.

after a lifetime of questioning his role, Kaeya makes his choice for Mondstadt. and I think this happening after meeting Dain isn't a coincidence. (and no, not in a soulmate way or shipping way- this is Kaeya's moment of choice, not infatuation.)

after not only learning the history of his origins, Kaeya meets a Khaenri'ahn who... doesn't want to return Khaenri'ah to its glory days? who is more focused on helping others and minimizing damage than causing more for his own gain? who chose his path and has not budged since, even through loss?

Kaeya gets to see someone who is so Khaenri'ahn, so human at his core, someone who cares not for the fate and tragedy of their nation. Kaeya gets to meet someone from his homeland who tells him to leave it all behind, who tells him he should take the chance he has been given at his own life; who actively discourages the idea of Kaeya being a fated "prince" or being indebted to Khaenri'ah.

even though he never said it, I think meeting Dainsleif helped Kaeya choose his own path, which is all Dain ever truly asked of him, anyway.

good for Kaeya.

(i understand that i used "ship" tags but those are more for visibility and duo name than anything else. idm if you ship them, i just request that your tags do not turn my analysis post into a ship post, pls! :)

#kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya ragnvindr #genshin kaeya #genshin impact #dainsleif #genshin dainsleif #genshin lore #genshin analysis #dainkae #kaedain #i guess #that tag is mostly for visibility #caribert #caribert archon quest

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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Hi there! Can I request a part 2 for the Female Tanjiro Reader with Yandere - Cater, Jack, Floyd, Epel, Sebek and Silver? Everyone thinks Reader is a pushover because of how nice and helping she is… until someone torments her brother Nezukuro (That name is absolutely cute) as she’s FIERCELY protective of her brother and desires to return to her world to kill Muzan for massacring her entire family and turning her brother into a demon

BOMUS: Reader shows them her Training Regimen, using the forest and mountain areas (That Jade doesn’t use so he doesn’t get hurt) with traps similar to the Mountain she used to train back in her world (Along with some of the boulders weirdly shaped… until she admits she cut them in half for training)

Reader is VERY encouraging towards Jack, Epel, Sebek and Silver about training (And very willing to show them how her training works to get them to try it)

She doesn’t understand half of what Cater is talking about with technology and slang, but since he gives off a good scent she trusts him and just smiles asking him what he’s talking about (Like when Tanjiro was having a conversation with Kanao)

Reader straight up tells Epel his girlish features are ‘very attractive’ (Reader finds comfort in Epel since he reminds her of Inosuke, even if he’s trying to attack her) and after hearing his struggles only tells Epel he’s attractive/handsome not ‘cute’ (And happily encourages him to try her training once he sees just how strong she is)

Reader sees Silver similar to Nezukuro, and will (VERY carefully not wake him up) move him to places where he’ll sleep more comfortable (Under some shade, a bed, his room, an unoccupied room in Ramshackle) and gushes over Nezukuro having a ‘Napping Buddy/Friend’

Reader is iffy about Sebek since he startled her brother (And reminds the Kamados of Yushiro) and will absolutely get into a full-blown argument with him if he insults her brother saying Malleus is obviously better/more handsome (Thus engaged a side of Reader no one never knew existed; the Sebek Side of her over how amazing Nezukuro is) as well as break a rid of his or two at the beginning for laying a hand on her brother (Nez just wanted to hug Malleus and give/receive head-pats)

Floyd is just going to have a BLAST with his Shrimpy and other Shrimpy

As for Jack, he might just call his mom and dad to let them know he might’ve just found his mate (I can see Jack respecting Nezukuro since he’s strong and protective over his older sister, as well as overcoming his Demonic Self and not devouring humans, takes a lot of willpower and mental strength)

Tanjiro Reader (2) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Cater Diamond

“W-whoa I didn’t think a human body was capable of that!”

“Thank you?”

He’s enamored and incomparable to you

You’re deeper than any post he could’ve made

Sweeter than any candy he might post

And if it weren’t for your complete lack of knowledge about technology

He would have convinced himself he wasn’t worthy of you

But as you struggle to understand how to even take a photo

He’s taken a thousand of you

He’ll teach you enough

But he’ll probably block all the comments on your posts

Tracking down and bringing an end to any of the comments who seem a little too encouraging

In terms of your ability to smell, well it seems that since you’ve gotten to NRC theres an overwhelming sense of deception, dishonesty, and even some blood

But in your investigations, you’ve found nothing

Maybe that’s just the smell all of Twisted Wonderland has

Jack Howl

“(Y/n) you’re speed and strength is like none other! Show me your techniques please!”

“Of course! You can come with me on my training route while you practice your water breathing!” He’s floored by how powerful you are even without your sword

While you can explain what Nezukuro is going through he can only speculate in congruence with your own strength

In your world…you have to be that strong to protect yourself from the evil demons?

Then maybe it is best you don’t ever return

But it hurts when his heart swells when you rave about Muzan’s defeat with such fire

But how can he care for his mate if they’re all too eager to return in hopes of killing a creature beyond any reasonable human’s limitations?

He still stuck on that

But while he’s deciding he’ll train alongside you

Becoming a wolf worthy of your love

And hopefully strong enough to join you when you return

That is if he decides to let you leave

Floyd Leech

“Mantis Shrimp! And Bamboo Coral! Training today?”

“Yup! Would you like to join us?”

“Yeah!”

Oddly enough keeps up pretty well with you

Only stopping when he decides he’s had enough and demands you carry him

“Come on Mantis Shrimp you can do it!”

He doesn’t hide his desire to keep you

Always challenging you

You take it lightly evading him as you say how he reminds you of land animal

It’s his attempts at testing your strength

How else is he going to get you to do what he says

Maybe it’ll be different in water but he’s one to take out all competition

Even the mirror that might just bring you home

Epel Felmier

“Your handsome face remind me of a boar back home!”

“A boar?”

“Yeah, he’s very strong and he’s awfully excitable.”

“Yeah?! More excitable than me?!”

Is kind of annoyed that there’s anyone resembling him

But he’s blushing at the compliment

He will not stand for anyone comparing your training routines to what men should be able to do

You should know by now

Your gorgeous anomaly that’s physically much stronger than him

But he’d sooner pass out from a flying log than admit that

But you don’t have magic let alone his ability to protect and encase anyone he so pleases

So if worse comes to worse and you or Nezukuro tries to leave

He has just the antidote

But he’s sure his manly charms will have you swooning and begging not to ever leave his side

Maybe he should ask for some guidance from Vil

Sebek Zigvolt

“THIS–! I-I CAN’T KEEP UP?! HOW CAN THIS BE?!”

“It’s okay Sebek! Everyone has to start from somewhere!”

“SILENCE! I’ve been training for years…”

“..That’s okay.”

“THAT PAUSE WAS MEANT TO DEMEAN ME WASN’T IT!?”

So insecure and infatuated he can’t handle being around you

You truly are in a league of your own

Which surely justifies how you occupy his thoughts all the time

When you mention his resemblence to Yushiro, he protests

“I-I’M NOT INLOVE WITH MALLEUS-SAMA! But rather someone else of comparable quality.”

You and Nezukuro have a hard time at first

But he grows on you

As does his obsession with you

In his twisted psyche it makes sense he one day best you

Because that means obvious ownership

Which is why he can’t help but do anything you ask

It’s only because he hasn’t overcome you yet

But when that happens he’ll be sure to let everyone know of your engagement

Silver

“You carried me? With Nezukuro on your back?”

“Yeah, well I didn’t want you sleeping in the rain. I’d rather my lap than some mud!”

“///”

He’s swooning when he’s not sparring

You’re so good at the sword and maintaining your muscularity

Not to mention everytime you look at him he just can’t seem to talk right

Father suggests making your stay permanent

But maybe he’d give your world a try, there’s plenty of magic in Twisted Wonderland

Maybe he’d help defeat the horror that befell your family and whisk you away

And then you could start a happy family

You Nezukuro and Silver

He’d kill for that harmony

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DELTARUNE CH 3 & 4 SPOILERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Edit: please feel free to yap in the comments! Let me know your theories or if you have anything to add on to my theories! Yippee!

The prophecy. I’ve been thinking about the end of the prophecy since finishing ch 4. And I have a few theories as to what Susie saw (and what Ralsei didn’t want us to see).

1) Very common theory that it’s about Kris betraying them. We know now that Kris is working with Carol and also potentially the knight (considering that Kris gets let into the shelter at the end of ch 3 (if I remember correctly). We don’t yet know why Carol is involved, but we do know she has a code to the shelter (the one in December Holiday’s guitar). It’s implied that the person Kris calls when we (the player aka the soul) are outside of Kris is Carol, as she immediately comes over to stop Susie from seeing the code (regardless if you’re doing the weird route or not, Susie still sees the code). We know that the soul (aka us the player) and Kris are separate entities, and there are things that get hidden from us. So it’s entirely possible that what Susie saw was that she and Ralsei will have to fight Kris.

1.5) the player’s soul will enter Susie and we will play as her to fight Kris. I don’t really know where this comes from, I’ll be real. I doubt that we will be playing as Kris fighting Susie and Ralsei when the time comes. Plus, Susie was bleeding after punching the glass prophecy thing. Who else bleeds? Humans and Sans. Sans is the ONLY monster that BLEEDS. All of the other monsters just turn to dust. I don’t really know what this means rn. But I know it’s important. We haven’t seen another monster bleed before. Maybe it has something to do with Determination? I’m not sure. Please correct me on this. But the fact that Susie bleeds is so interesting to me.

2) Susie dies. Pretty drastic theory, I know. But whatever the end of the prophecy was, it basically caused Ralsei to have a breakdown when he realized that Susie was going to see it. That felt like a pretty drastic reaction to whatever the end of the prophecy says. It could be the reason why, after this point, Susie gets a bit distant. She says things like “I won’t allow that to happen. We won’t allow that to happen.” And why she could be sticking around at the Dreemurr house after she decided not to stay the night. We’ve seen Susie getting closer and closer to Kris and the people around her, especially with Noelle. It wouldn’t surprise me if that would be to get to know her before absolutely DESTROYING our hearts. I, for one, LOVE Susie, and I would be devastated if she died. But knowing how she is and how she’s developed, she wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice herself if it meant saving the world. So to clarify, I think the prophecy might say that Susie will have to sacrifice herself in order to save the world. Especially when the prophecy starts focusing on her specifically for a moment during the chapter.

Counter point: Susie could be saying “we won’t allow that to happen” to reference theory 1. As in “we won’t allow Kris to turn on us” or something along those lines. I could definitely see that be the reason she says this.

Edit: Counter Point 2: it’s entirely possible that “the girl” referenced in the prophecy isn’t Susie. I’ve seen a theory that it’s possible that the prophecy is about a different 3 person group.

Counter Point to Counter Point 2: This could go along with the theory I have about us, the player, getting transferred into Susie’s body since “the girl” has a heart on her chest and she’s holding a sword.

It’s possible that Susie might use a sword after the player (the heart) gets transferred to her since that was Kris’ weapon of choice in the dark world. Honestly, that was my first thought when I saw that part of the prophecy. I was like “If this is Susie, why is there a heart and why is she holding what looks to be a sword?”

Edit 3: Continuing off of the “Susie Bleeds” section: after reading up on a few theories for why Sans bleeds in the genocide run, I have a continuation for the theory. It’s entirely possible that the “blood” is actually like… liquid Determination. The thing that Sans, Susie, and us (the heart/player) have in common is the color RED. This could be why Sans, in both Undertale AND Deltarune, remembers SAVEs and alternate timelines. We know that in Undertale, Frisk is the only one who is able to persist after death, which Kris is also capable of doing. So what does this have to do with Susie? Well, it would support my theory that the player will end up using Susie as a vessel and not Kris. Susie can bleed, and if we run off of the assumption that this “blood” is actually Determination, it’s possible she would be able to handle having a human soul filled with Determination inside of her. And yes, before you tell me that Deltarune is an alternate universe of Undertale and we probably can’t rely too much on stuff in Undertale, you’re absolutely right and I agree. But Deltarune is still an ALTERNATE universe, meaning it is likely possible that some rules stay the same in both universes. This is a bit of a “hear me out”, especially if you don’t believe in using ANYTHING from Undertale to justify things in Deltarune. Just keep in mind that Toby thought of Deltarune first BEFORE Undertale, and it’s entirely possible this was an idea used for both games.

Edit 4: I realized that the part with the heart on the girl in the prophecy also mentions love. And if we go off of undertale, LOVE or LV is what you get from killing monsters… WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING. Honestly don’t know where I’m going with this tbh.

Please I need someone to yap about this with so I’m not crazy.

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 3 #Deltarune chapter 4 #deltarune chapter 4 spoilers #Deltarune chapter 3 spoilers #Deltarune theory

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