#Trissa

[saikaberry]

[1317] Trissa and Steen from The Legend of Zelda series

[suntamer]

Trissa Avonniesh — Circle of the Moon druid, Firbolg, born to and raised by an isolationist circle in the Glimmerwood. Neutral good. Avid traveler, soft of heart, and an immensely talented cook.

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Onyx Storm Chapter 63 Analysis & Theories. (because I must know what it all means & what happened, so here’s my fresh out the final chapters thoughts… this is of course FULL of MAJOR book SPOILERS): Part 1

*Orange equals book highlights, Purple equals good/important quotes, Pink equals my notes.*

Bodhi’s in trouble. —Where did Bodhi go off to… if he’s missing could he be the one that goes with Xaden?— I grit my teeth. He doesn't get it. If we lose both him and Riorson, Tyrrendor falls to whomever the king appoints. I'd rather die than see a Navarrian aristocrat on the burned throne Mom and Katrina died defending. —Is it that Bodhi truly wants nothing to do with the throne… is that the confusion that leads to him going with Xaden?— The flame of perpetual rage that lives in my chest burns hotter. Fuck that horde. Fuck the venin who ride them. Fuck that unholy vortex of a tornado at the end of the northern field, —yes I kept a map of where everyone was— and fuck the orders to stay grounded in these winds. We're not losing Bodhi. —Rebecca this better be true— There are still too many wyvern despite the inhuman amount Sorrengail just dispatched, and where the fuck is Riorson? —Where did he and Sgaeyl go off to? Were they already kidnapped?— He'd better be helping in the northeastern tower, —that damned tower— because I haven't seen a trace of a shadow in the last twenty minutes. "Cruth reports we did not bring a sufficient supply," Glane warns, relaying Quinn's message from the armory in the turret below. Godsdamn it. "We brought two cases!" Enough to start a war within our own kingdom, considering Riorson has been withholding our forge's weapons from King Tauri. —Was there a side mission here for the daggers? Was that among the reasons Xaden would not trade them?— "Nuirlach says they've sent for more." She doesn't sound hopeful. "From four hours away? How—" —Oh shit. Felix knows about Garrick. Gods, he has to be nearing burnout at this point. —Garrick is the one jumping… and Garrick will be burnt out… and maybe have to draw from something else; my bet is him or Bodhi— "Then we hold out and pray Sorrengail can stop that fucking storm." —Which she cannot… especially because “the storm” becomes Xaden— Blue fire —that’s not the weird Liam signet right? That’s just Wyvern fire?— engulfs Cuir from snout to horns, and Bodhi ducks his head as the remnants of flame roll down Cuir's —remember how this book told us which dragon is which? I think this is why… it’s telling us who’s in trouble and who’s not— neck, extinguishing to smoke before they reach him. I inhale swiftly to dispel the sudden tightness in my chest. That was way too damned close.

"You are to defend the tower from the walls with the wingleader," —They don’t mean Xaden… damn— Glane relays with a disagreeing snarl, banking left for a parallel approach. "Great. Get me on the wall, now." The dark wielders are less than thirty feet from the door of the turret, and the two remaining guards in the cross-bolt launch platform above look ready to flee. Damn it. They were supposed to be safe. No one was supposed to know, but the purposeful strides of those dark wielders prove they know what's happening in that tower. —WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THAT TOWER?!— "Your death would annoy me." Glane slows just enough so I'll survive and extends her foreleg as she flies along the northern wall. "Same." I race down the scales of her unwounded leg. —the injury count got too high— Commotion erupts from the base of the tower, but I focus on the dark wielder and the staff he carries in his right hand. "There evacuating the weapons on foot," Glane says. Good. My lungs burn, but I breathe a little easier. Quinn will be safe. Another set of footsteps joins mine, and a flash of metal sparks in the corner of my eye. Aetos catches up on my right, half his face drenched in blood, —What’s up with Dain… where has he been?.. we need a Molly Weasley moment esp. with the upcoming ending— bearing his own dagger and a shield half his size. Shit. That's not good. I channel my rage, rejecting any notion of fear, and draw one of my alloy-hilted daggers from the sheath at my arm in preparation to strike. We're almost there—The dark wielder pivots, whipping to face us with an unnatural speed even I can't match, and swings his staff in our direction. Fire erupts, barreling toward us in a deadly stream, and I weigh our options for all of a millisecond as we skid to a halt. It hits? We die. Jump? We die. "You will not burn!" Glane demands. Fuck, I really didn't want to have to do this, but I mentally open the door to my childhood home and flood my body with her power. —I know the door is just a place… however to me it almost sounds like somewhere she intentionally does not go… does she have a second signet? Is that how she survives this?— "Get—" Aetos starts to yell. "Get behind me!" I shout, ripping the shield from his grip. His eyes flare wide, and he lets go. We have seconds, so I flip the shield, then slam its flat top between the row of stones at our feet and drop behind it, keeping my hand on the leather strap. Aetos jumps behind me as power rushes into my fingers so quickly I clench my teeth to keep from screaming. Heat surrounds us and the leather hardens in my grip as the shield turns to stone. —Imogen is fast, and can erase memories… that is the powers we know of… what is missing here?— Fire roars, blazes, flows around us. We are the rock in the river, demanding the water part. The heat dissipates as the blast ends, and Aetos dives to the left and throws. An alloy-hilted dagger sails from his hand and I rise, clutching my own. The dark wielder's expression of shock remains permanent as he desiccates —see end chapter people; it wasn’t ALL Xaden!— a few feet away and falls off the wall. One down, but the guards are missing from the top of the turret, and I see a flash of purple disappear into the tower. Worse, another dressed in crimson strides along the eastern wall. Aetos jumps to his feet and draws his remaining dagger. "I'll take that one. You get the one in the tower. "And we're going to talk about whatever the fuck that just was later," —Whatever it was is big enough to be added to the “list of things Dain will talk about later” which is primarily second signets— he shouts over his shoulder, but l've already passed him, using lesser magic to boost my speed. —So, lesser magic is the speed booster… meaning room for a second signet—

I stare at the other side of the staircase, locked in the memory, watching as the stones begin to pale, then lose their color one by one, each loss higher than the last. —Is this Xadens channeling moment from another view point in time— My heart somehow continues to beat, marking what I used to think of as time, and color disappears from the stones in the bend beneath us so gradually that I can't help but wonder if Quinn simply took the color with her. "Quinn!" someone bellows from above, and footsteps thunder. —but no lightening— "Where are you? We have to go—"

I notice the circles beneath his beautiful eyes, the unusual pallor of his complexion. —He’s Venin isn’t he…— He's exhausted, and for the first time in my life, I don't care that he's seeing me at my weakest, because he's right there, too. My chin tips in a nod. "All right." He moves quickly to the step beneath us, kicking something out of the way —what?— and gathering both of us into his arms. I lock mine around Quinn so she doesn't slip as we're lifted off the floor, and the landing beneath us loses its color. "Let's get you out of here." He takes a single step. Heat and light force my eyes shut as my stomach careens. When I open them, we're somewhere else. Rain falls through an open doorway, and the scent of smoke and sulfur fills my lungs. —a forges flame?—

"Are you weaving?" he asks Trissa. "We're starting." Her gaze darts over me. —more of those runes?.. did they plan the forge? How did they know Andarna would show… what other Irid came?— "They'll be weak until we can bolster with more power, but they're our best shot." "It's still not enough." —he seems like Xaden did last book— Garrick's head hangs as he stands. "I can't..." —until he does doesn’t he… dammit it’s Garrick— He sighs and strides through the door. I obey the simple instinct to follow, shoving myself to my feet and forcing my body to move. There's a battle. We're in a war. Malek might claim more lives. —I do not like this foreshadowing— I follow him past the little room where Felix works beside cases of alloy-hilted daggers, all imbued, all humming with power. Then I step outside into the rain and stare. Cruth sails through the sky and takes a wyvern straight to the ground. Bodhi is on his hands and knees across the town square, retching. —What happened to Bodhi? Is he on his hands and knees draining or what?— If dark wielders are draining the city walls, we're next. —Xaden didn’t… even as the ultimate dark wielder cause shadow Venin— "Where are you going?" —GOOD QUESTION— I shout at Garrick's back. "I can't walk again. Even if I made it to Aretia, I'd never be strong enough to get back," —either he’s lost… — he calls over his shoulder. "So, I'd better find some fucking way to do something." —… or he found the way… as Venin—

I unsheathe my last alloy-hilted dagger and stare up at the wyvern-filled sky. Then I make my way back inside, slip Quinn's last dagger from her thigh sheath, and reach for Glane. "Tell every rider within the walls to get over here and disarm. —why would they disarm???— It's the only way we're living through this." Outside, the sky darkens further. —Is that Xaden?— Sorrengail better take their leader all the way the fuck out, or this will all have been for nothing. —all of WHAT?!—

[sunflowerpirateart]

Pride Prompts 2024, Day 30: Free Day

[catlovr]

ur gay

gay for the moon

[saltbcrne]

harlon bristled. he didn't want to, he hadn't meant to, but he was helpless to it: the sinking feeling in his stomach; the way the shame of being seen slammed into him as the waves did the rocks along the shore. for one short moment, a blink of an eye, really, he was transported back to childhood. to stepping on the hem of an intolerably pretty dress and watching as it ripped when his dear cousin went to move.

wordlessly, his gaze flitted between the tart in her hand and the bodice she wore. his smile had faltered, lips pursed in deliberation. what was it she'd said about a fitting? maybe he could make an astute observation of his own, too. except ... he couldn't. wouldn't. harlon wasn't cruel. not even when it was warranted, which ... in this case, it wasn't. he knew that. he did.

vexed, more with himself and his ceaseless inane sensitivities than anyone else, he grew hot under the collar then: a sure sign that no amount of rhetorical squirming would distract from the posy - pink betrayal painted across his cheeks. fuck. quickly hoping to redirect her attention, he took hold of her free hand and placed it on his arm, linking them together and thus placing himself at her side, with his hair serving as a decent enough curtain between them. ah. much better.

"what you attribute to a fresh fuck is what some of us call natural beauty, cousin. i can't help that i have a glow about me today, but i am glad that you noticed." harlon punctuated his words with a condescending pat on her hand and a much tighter smile, the kind that suggested he wanted to do anything but. clearing his throat, he gestured again, this time towards the stall. "do you need any coin?"

Trissa nibbled a mince tart, eyeing the silk merchant's displayed wares. She decided not to buy just yet, in case there was something nicer and a little less costly. She liked the finer things, but there was wisdom in having a bit more finery. Her cousin was clearly on the prowl, looking entirely debauched, even though they'd only just finished the midday meal. "If they weren't admiring, I'd have to fire my seamstress. I spent long enough being fitted." Her gown was blue with gold stitching as a nod to the Greyjoy banner. A simple white under gown with delicate lace at the cuffs and throat, and the overdress was fitted velvet with seed pearls inlaid along the bodice, with more pearls braided into her hair. She'd never be able to outshine the Lannisters with their bottomless purses or the Targaryens with their white-blonde hair and violet eyes, but simplicity and youth were a statement in and of themselves. "Anyhow, I've seen any number of ladies and a few gentlemen eye you as well. You look like you just came from someone else's bed."

[auraisereigh]

"A love in shadows"

oneshot

Garrick Tavis x Riorson reader Request: hey could you do a Garrick x riorson!reader but xaden doesn’t know and while they’re at atria(idk how to spell) Xaden like walks in on them making out and is secretly super pissed at the reader and Garrick but pretends everything is fine or smth. Thanks wc: 5.0 ☆ no specific spoilers. Uses pronouns: she/her.

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The Same Classes, Yet Everything Feels Different

Perhaps it's the fact that we're home.

The last class of the day—Runes with Trissa. To no one's surprise, it went well. It’s no secret that almost all the marked ones know runes and how to work with them.

I make my way through the familiar halls of Riorson House. Familiar, yet somehow strange. I haven't been here in so long that it feels like I’m walking in a never-ending dream.

Instead of going to my room, I walk toward Garrick's. The last few months since he graduated have been difficult. Xaden knew we were close friends—just not that close. The only form of communication we had was through letters. And if you love someone, you can hold on to that... but it's never enough.

Now, back home, with a bit of sneaking around, of course, I get to spend all my spare time with Garrick when he’s here and not on patrol.

Today is just my lucky day—he’s here, and Xaden is on patrol.

He'd kill me if he knew.

I open the door to find Garrick lying on his bed, wearing nothing but the loose pants he always puts on when he doesn't have a single care in the world.

"Good evening, princess," he greets me with that signature smirk. He sits up a little straighter. "How were classes?"

I shrug. "They were okay. Nothing out of the ordinary. I excelled in Runes class, but that’s no surprise," I reply, placing my bag on his desk and unloading the things I might need after class—my notebook, pencil, water bottle, etc.

"Someone's full of herself," Garrick jokes as he moves to sit at the edge of the bed, closer to me.

I give him a cheeky smile.

"Come here," he whispers, his voice lower now, his hazel eyes locked on mine. The look in his gaze says enough.

It's been too long since we've had some quiet time.

I step toward him, and the moment I’m within reach, his arms wrap around me, pulling me close.

"Hi," I whisper. Our faces are inches apart, his breath warm against my skin.

"Hey," he murmurs, his gaze never leaving mine.

Finally, he closes the distance between us. Our lips meet, and everything else fades away. The world turns to silence, and it's just us—this moment.

Our lips move in perfect sync, as they always have and always will.

His grip tightens around my waist, pulling me into his lap, my legs settling on either side of him. The movement allows him to deepen the kiss, one of his hands tangling in my hair.

This is what home feels like. What peace could be like.

He pulls me closer—if that’s even possible. He breaks the kiss for a single moment, just to look at me. It doesn’t last long before his lips are back on mine. His hands wander, and it’s clear that more is coming. I can’t help the excitement that grows inside me.

"Gare—"

A throat clears behind us.

My heart lurches.

There are only two other men who should be on this floor. And I fear it’s not the one who would crack a small joke and move on.

Garrick's wide eyes say enough. His hands are still on my waist, but I quickly get off his lap, my feet finding the floor. I take a deep breath before turning to face my brother.

He doesn’t look pissed. Not even close to angry.

Confusion clouds my mind. He wasn’t supposed to be home today.

His eyes meet mine for a second before he cuts his gaze to Garrick.

"The assembly requires our report," Xaden says bluntly.

Garrick gives him a tight nod and stands. He puts his shirt back on and grabs his leather jacket from the desk chair, then walks past me toward Xaden.

For a moment, their eyes meet, but neither says a word.

After a beat, Garrick walks out of the room.

Xaden, however, lingers in the doorway. His eyes follow Garrick for just a moment, and I see the way his jaw ticks. He is pissed—he just doesn’t show it.

But when his gaze lands on mine, my heart starts beating faster.

"I can explain," I begin, but he silences me with a hand.

"All the letters suddenly make sense," he says, voice sharp—the same tone he always uses when lecturing me. "All the late nights Garrick would be out at Basgiath… He was with you, wasn’t he?"

I stay quiet.

He already knows the answer. Would it make such a difference if I said it out loud?

"You know the answer," I mumble, lacing my fingers behind my back.

He scoffs.

"I didn’t want to hide it from you," I try to explain. "I just... didn’t know how to say it because I knew how you would respond."

A pathetic excuse. But it’s the only one I have.

Shadows curl around the room—around him. He’s holding himself back, but he can’t hide everything forever.

"Whatever makes you happy," he says finally. "But don’t think this is the last conversation we’ll have about it."

He turns on his heel and walks away.

Leaving me alone.

Alone with my thoughts. With the realization that I’ve disappointed him.

I sit at the edge of Garrick’s bed. The sheets are warm, comforting. It doesn’t take long before I wrap them around me and let myself drown—not just in their warmth, but in the thoughts that won’t leave my mind.

♤

That night, I sit at Garrick’s desk, working on extra runes. There are never enough of those, anyway.

This specific rune could be compared to a small bomb—an explosive rune that, though small, hits hard. It’s slightly more complicated since it requires more power to be truly damageable.

I hear the door creak open, but I don’t move. I keep working, not in the mood for company.

"Planning to blow up my room? Or just Xaden?"

His deep voice comes from behind me. He peeks over my shoulder at the rune, the scar on the side of his face—earned in the Battle of Resson—catching my eye.

I don’t respond to his joke.

His arms drape over my shoulders from behind, and he sighs.

"What did he say?" he asks after a moment.

"That he isn’t happy about it, but he’ll let it happen if it makes me happy," I sigh, setting the half-finished rune on the desk and leaning back in the chair.

He moves to sit at the edge of the desk, folding his hands in front of him.

"He’ll open up eventually," he says softly. "You know that."

"I know."

Eventually, Xaden will get over himself—get over whatever reasons he has for not wanting Garrick and me to be together.

Garrick lifts my chin so I meet his eyes. His expression is soft, even with his sharp features.

He leans forward, and our lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss.

No matter what Xaden says, Garrick won’t leave me.

The kiss deepens slightly, his lips pressing firmer against mine.

And for a moment, everything feels like it might just be okay.

And for now, that’s enough.

♤

[callsign-rogueone]

defective

Bodhi Durran x reader, Brennan Sorrengail & reader words: 1.7k 🏷️: did somebody say more chronically ill reader? with sweet baby Bodhi this time, and reader with a heart condition. negativity about illness / reader thinking they’re weak, others calling them weak / defective / etc., but not Bodhi or Brennan (they would never.) Brennan makes an appearance as an older brother figure, reader is referred to as she/her and a girl by members of the assembly but not by Bodhi. I think cuddling Bodhi would cure me of all my ills. I got the idea for this the other day when I went up stairs carrying a laundry basket and almost fainted. I would not make it up to the parapet, let alone be able to cross it lmao. anyway, here, have this. already plotting a part two of them reuniting after Resson 🥺

The assembly are too busy arguing to notice you standing in the doorway — arguing about you, you realize quickly.

“We can’t send her to her death.”

“We’ve been forced to send 15 to their potential deaths so far, with 92 more to go. Why is she any different from the rest?”

“You know damn well why, Ulices,” Brennan snaps. “Everyone else has a fighting chance, but there’s no way she’s going to survive the parapet, let alone the rest of the year.”

“There’s 250 steps up to the parapet. She won’t even make it to the top,” another voice adds.

“There’s still time to fix that. They don’t leave for another three months.”

“You can’t fix her,” Trissa says firmly. “No amount of  time in the gym will change the fact that she’s defective. She’ll never be able to do the things that the others can. She’s too weak.”

The word echoes in your ears. Defective. 

Your gaze falls to the empty chair — Xaden’s chair. What would he say if he was here? Would he let them call you weak? What would he say? Maybe it’s for the best that you don’t know. It would only hurt you to hear that the boy you’ve always idolized and regarded as an older brother call you weak and pathetic.

“So what would you have us do?” Felix asks.

“Either we send her with the rest, knowing her name will be at the top of the death roll on conscription day, and her blood will coat our hands forever, or we tell Navarre that she died, and keep her here. It should be believable enough that the weakling girl with the heart problem died young. It’s a miracle she hasn’t died already.”

Tears blur your vision, and you bring a hand up to swipe them away with your sleeve. The whisper of the fabric moving is enough to give you away; five heads turn toward the door, seeing you standing there.

Something compels you to run away — likely the fact that you’d been caught eavesdropping by the entire assembly. These meetings aren’t secret, but there’s an unwritten rule that the kids aren’t invited, especially if it isn’t a routine meeting.

Brennan calls your name, but you ignore him, moving faster, intent on getting back to the room you’ve been sleeping in and shutting the door in his face so you can cry alone in peace.

He catches up with you quickly, his strides longer and his movements faster. He lays a gentle hand on your arm. “Hey,” he coaxes. 

You stop and turn toward him, knowing that you can’t run again — he’s faster than you, and moving would also be a very bad idea right now; you feel like you’re going to fall over.

“I’m so sorry, kid.”

“Not your fault,” you rasp, fumbling for the wall and pressing your hand into it to support yourself. 

“Hold on to me,” he instructs. “Can I check your pulse?”

You nod, regretting the motion when it makes your head spin faster, and wrap your hand around his forearm, using him as an anchor to hold yourself up.

“Attagirl. Keep breathing.”

You work on deepening your breaths, filling your lungs all the way before you exhale, like he’d taught you last year.

Hot, frustrated tears slip down your cheeks. 

They’re right. You are defective. You can’t even run down a hallway without your body giving up on you. You wouldn’t be able to get up to the parapet, let alone cross it after that exertion — you can hardly stand right now. 

“Talk to me,” he asks after a moment. 

“I don’t want to go,” you say softly, “but to stay here, and let all my friends go where I can’t ever see them or help them, knowing they could die any day…”

“I know. I felt the same way when my sister started, but she’s a full fledged Captain now. Commands her own unit in Montserrat,” he says quietly, but it sounds like it pains him to say it — to tell you that she’s on the other side of the fight. “They’re all strong, they’ll make it through. And they’ll have each other to lean on.”

You nod again, and this time it doesn’t make you dizzy. “Yeah,” you say hollowly. “They’re strong.”

He immediately knows what you’re getting at. “Hey. I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t think you’re weak. I think you’re just at too much of a disadvantage to risk it. Your strengths lie elsewhere— not in the physical.”

“If only we could be scribes,” you sigh.

“If only,” he says softly. “My youngest sister is going to start in the scribe’s quadrant the year after this. She’s a lot like you, actually. She was born with an issue with her bones. She’s got a heart of gold, though. And she’s incredibly smart, like you. I think you’d get along well.”

“If it wasn’t for this, yeah,” you say quietly, looking down at your relic. 

He tries to hide his wince, but it doesn’t quite work. “I think she’d come around once she realized how great you are.”

“Whatever they decide, can you be the one to tell me? Alone?” you ask in a small voice. “I don’t want to see the looks on their faces. I know I’m an embarrassment to them, but I don’t want to be reminded of it.”

“You aren’t an embarrassment,” he chides softly. “But of course. I can tell you when they make their decision.”

“Thank you.”

He opens his arms to you. “C’mere, kid.” 

You step forward, letting him guide you into a gentle embrace. 

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?” you ask into his shoulder.

“For surviving. For not giving up. For dealing with your symptoms every day and not letting it break you. For so many things. You’re amazing.”

“I don’t feel amazing.” 

“That’s okay. I hope you will someday, though.”

“Someday,” you agree softly.

“Alright. Let’s get you back to your room.”

You nod, keeping a hand on his arm while he walks with you. He’s slowed his steps to match yours, but he doesn’t show any sign of impatience.

“Thank you,” you say softly.

“Of course, sweet girl. Get some rest. Bodhi should be back in a few hours.”

Your cheeks warm as you realize that Brennan knows about whatever you two have going on — you don’t call yourselves boyfriend and girlfriend, but you’re very close, and there’s definitely a spark there. 

He drops a kiss to the top of your head, waiting to make sure you’re safely inside your room before he heads back down the hall. 

———————

Bodhi shows up around sunset, his hair damp from the showers. He sits beside you on the edge of your bed, leaning back against the pillows. “Hi, lovie.”

“Hi.”

He tilts your chin up with a gentle movement of his knuckle, seeing the tears in your eyes. “Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not going to Basgiath,” you admit quietly.

“What?”

“The assembly decided that I’m too weak to even make it up the stairs to the parapet,” you answer, your voice wavering. “They’re going to tell Navarre that I died, because of my heart problem.”

Why are you crying again? You went over all this with Brennan already and got it out of your system — but evidently not.

Bodhi looks conflicted. You watch the gears turn, and see him weigh the good and the bad. You won’t have to endure everything riders are put through, and the assembly is right, you wouldn’t survive it. But to stay here while everyone else risks their lives, with no way to communicate with them, would be crushing. And if you’re found out, Xaden’s life will end along with yours.

He gathers you up into his lap, holding you close. He smells good, clean — soap and the tiniest bit of cologne, something warm and woody. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“I am too,” you sniff. “I wish I could be there with you, but…”

“It’s for the best,” he says gently. “I’d rather you be here, safe with Bren and the elders, than overworking yourself every day, and making things worse.”

“I know,” you whisper. “I still feel guilty about it, though.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s just how you were made. And you know it doesn’t change the way that any of us feel about you. We all love you so much, because you’re you, and you’re our friend.”

“Love you too,” you sniff. “M’ gonna miss you so much.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m going to miss you too, every day. But I promise I’ll write — I know first years can’t send letters, but I’ll ask Xaden or Gare to send it for me. They’ll probably have to sign their names on it, and address it to someone else, but you’ll know it’s from me by the handwriting.”

That makes you feel a little better, but you’re still worried. “But when you graduate, and move across the continent…”

“Then I’ll come visit you here, as often as I can. Maybe I’ll be closeby. Or maybe Tyrrendor will be freed by then.”

“Maybe,” you sigh. 

“I don’t want you to think for even a second that this means I’m letting go of you,” he says firmly. “You’re stuck with me, even if we’re apart, okay?”

“Okay,” you say quietly. 

“Good. Now, I have had a very long day of having my ass kicked by Imogen, and I’d like to spend the rest of it laying here with my favorite person.”

You’re his favorite person? You must be looking at him in disbelief, because he laughs lightly, his chest shaking against yours. “Yes, you. I thought it was obvious. You’re the one I spend all my time with.”

“You’re my favorite person too,” you say softly. 

He smiles. “I’m glad we sorted that out. Get comfy.”

You scoot off of his lap, settling down on the mattress. He slots himself in beside you, letting you work your way under his arm to rest your head on his chest. He’s put on a considerable amount of muscle in the last few months, and it’s so nice to rest your body against his like this, a strong arm keeping you in place as he reaches toward the foot of the bed for a blanket to drape over the both of you. 

You hum sleepily, content to rest in the warmth of his body and the softness of the blanket.

“This good?”

“Perfect,” you murmur. 

“Perfect indeed,” he agrees softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and wrapping his fingers around your wrist, resting his thumb over your pulse point. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“G’night, Bo.”

[scifi-centaur-extras]

My transformers obsession is in high gear again thanks to my friend rewatching prime, and so thus the resurrection of a very old character.

This is T-207, aka Triss or Trissa.

She’s an autobot aligned search and rescue specialist, but is not a soldier, she never had the temperament for killing.

[megancanthearyou]

The Outbreak Sneak Peak

(just a small sneak peak of my Last Of Us Riorgail AU hehe)

Three Days before the Outbreak

Slamming the door behind him, Xaden walks into the house. His backpack thumping behind him, he walks through his house after a particularly annoying day at school. Once he reaches the kitchen, he drops his backpack on the kitchen table, opening it and pulling his notebook out to begin his homework.

Before he sits, he walks towards the cabinet, grabbing himself a bag of chips and a gatorade from the fridge.

“Dad?” He calls. His dad should be home right now. He normally is when he gets home from school. The house felt oddly quiet, the TV not on in the living room or the radio not playing outside. He glances out the front door, checking to ensure his dad’s car was in the driveway. It was.

“Hello? Dad?” He walks through the house, checking all the places he might be at. All the bathrooms were free, not in the living room, or his bedroom. Xaden stands at the top of the stairs leading into the basement, no lights were on down there, indicating his father wasn’t at his workbench.

He walks out the backdoor, his gatorade still in hand. He walks out towards his dad’s garage, a wide two car garage that holds the car he and his dad are working on. Xaden had saved all his birthday, christmas, and paychecks from the last two years to buy an old beat up Mustang, and with his dad’s help, they were fixing it up. 

“Dad?” He calls again, a twinge of anxiety blooming in his chest. This was not like him at all. 

The gate slams behind him and Xaden whirls around to see who is entering his backyard. He lets out a breath, “Where were you?” He asks as his father walks into the backyard.

“Sorry Xaden. Was just checking on Ms. Trissa. Haven’t seen her out in a few days and with that new virus going around, just wanted to make sure she was okay.” His father explains, gesturing towards the neighbors house.

“Oh. And?” Ms. Trissa was a nice lady for the most part, a little quiet and reserved, but nice. She had lived next door for as long as they had lived here and had been his babysitter until he was old enough to be home alone. 

“Oh she’s fine. Got a little bit of a cough right now though. We’ll keep our eye on her.” His dad smiles, eyes crinkling as they walk back into the house. “Homework done?” He asks, as he eyes the notebook still sitting on the kitchen table.

“Not even close.” Xaden groans, sitting down at the table to work on his physics homework. His dad gives him a small clap on the shoulder, giving him a proud smile.

“You’ll be fine.” His dad wanders into the living room, turning on the TV. Xaden can barely hear the news report from here, but he makes out the important words. 

Infected… Deaths… Unsure Of Mode Of Infection

Maybe his dad would let him stay home until they figure out this illness. He really didn’t want to get sick in his final year of school. 

[skyfallscotland]

🐉 truth & talon, chapter thirty

“So it can be done.” I extrapolate, my mind racing. “People don’t, because of the risks, but it’s possible?”  Trissa’s expression darkens. “There is no benefit that outweighs the potential risks.” “Sure there is.” I say, entirely blasé. “So theoretically—”

[misspelledwordswizard]

Chapter 6 - I don't know how I ended up here, but I'm not complaining.

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We decided that food was our priority, so I had the idea of buying some things at the general store and using the cooking pot next to it, which I knew was possible thanks to the games, but I had to play dumb and ask someone where we could get something to eat.

Of course, I’m not as skilled as Wild, but I could manage, and I wasn’t willing to bet on the culinary skills of the man next to me. When we arrived at High Spirits Produce, we were greeted by the owner, Mrs. Trissa, who helped us choose food, the options were much larger than in the games, definitely.

With what we found there, we decided that the best option would be to make a vegetable risotto, so we bought some carrots, butter and Hylian rice, at least Four already had the rock salt so that the food wouldn’t be tasteless. We went outside the store to use the cooking pot, the hero insisted on helping me, because it wouldn’t be fair for me to do all the work.

The man might be skilled with swords, but I will definitely never leave a kitchen knife in his hands again. The task that shouldn’t have lasted more than half na hour ended up taking almost na hour. Even though he was so focused, the little guy seemed nervous when trying to help with the food and ended up getting all mixed up. But we managed to complete our mission without any serious injuries in the process.

Finally, with the food ready, we sat on the floor with our plates of risotto, laughing at how the presentation of the food wasn’t the best. When we put a spoonful in our mouths, we were surprised; it was very good. I think Four was even more incredulous about this. We both knew we had thought the same thing, so for a moment we stared at each other in silence before bursting out laughing.

— You really do work miracles to fix food that I put my hands on, but I still don’t think you’re capable of fixing one from Hyrule! – The blond spoke as a challenge.

— What, is it that bad? – I said in surprise, what could Rulie do to make a meal so indigestible?

— Be thankful that he hasn’t offered to help with the cooking since you joined us.

We continued to eat in silence, too hungry to hold a conversation, but it was a comfortable silence. The food was gone quickly, and I soon regretted having eaten so quickly, but it seemed that Four had also finished his.

So, as agreed, we went for a walk around the village, which was great as it would help me digest everything before finally going to rest. It was quiet at first as we looked at the scenery and greeted the friendly villagers, but I was curious about what the hero wanted to tell me first.

— So... what’s all this about? – I broke the silence, calling his attention, who seemed lost in thought.

— Hm, I’d like to just talk first, okay? – I agreed to his request, waiting for him to start talking, having no idea what subjects he would be interested in. – Were you really living completely alone?

— Yes, at most I visit my parents once in a while, but in general I’ve always been fine alone.

— You don’t have a boyfriend? – This question made me look at him in surprise. – Don’t get me wrong! I just wanted to know if you were really alone, and not just living alone.

— Okay, well, I don’t have anyone anyway.

— I see. – Silence fell for a moment. – Are you very attached to your home? Would you feel bad if you were away for a long time? – I didn’t understand where he was going with these questions, but I just kept answering.

— I’m not attached to places. I really like traveling too. Seeing those I love at least sometimes makes me feel like I can live anywhere, basically.

This all seemed more like na interrogation than a conversation, but I feel like the idea wasn’t to exchange questions and answers, he probably wants to get somewhere with all this.

— Would you feel bad if something happened and you had to spend years away from them? — He himself didn’t seem very comfortable with that question.

— ... Maybe. I mean, I would definitely miss them a lot, but depending on the reason for being so far away, as long as they’re okay and I can go back to them in the end, I think it’ll be bearable. — The blond seemed surprised by this, but smiled in understanding.

— You know, I’ve been away from my grandfather for a long time now, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to see him. But you’re right, knowing that he’s okay and waiting for me gives me the strength to carry on. — He finally graced me with something that wasn’t a question about me. I felt sorry for him, I could see how much he missed his grandfather, but his persistence was admirable.

— So, am I going to find out the reason for all this or are you going to keep this suspense in the air?

His laugh was rewarding, he turned to me amusedly, and then I saw his gaze lost in thought again.

— You’re a nice girl, you have a quiet life and you’re not very demanding... that’s why I’m so sorry that we got you involved in our mess. – I tried to say that everything was fine, that it wasn’t their fault. – But unfortunately this happened, and we have no way of reversing it at the moment... whether you’re with us or not, now you’ll be in constant danger.

— What do you mean? – I knew he was referring to the shadow, but I didn’t understand where he was going with this.

— If we leave you here, to start your quiet life over again, I’m afraid you might not be safe, I believe that shadow will follow you even if you no longer have anything to do with us... and – he paused contemplatively – And you wouldn’t have any way of defending yourself, and no one to help you.

— Well...

— That’s why I was thinking, maybe the best option would be to bring you with us!

— What?! – ok, now that surprised me.

— I know it sounds crazy! I haven’t even talked to the others about this yet, I thought I should talk to you first. But if you were with us we could guarantee your safety against the Shadow! – He started presenting his points quickly, as if he was afraid I would deny it before he could explain himself. – Well, I know it still won’t be easy, it would be something new and there would be many battles along the way, and still, I believe you would be safer with us, just for that I think you can already imagine the danger you would be in if we left you, right?

— I understand, and I’m touched that you are so worried about me, but I don’t think that’s the best idea, because I care about you too. – He seemed confused by my statement. – If I went, I would just be getting in your way, I would have to be protected, I would be another mouth to feed and I wouldn’t be able to help as much as I would like, since I have no experience in adventures.

He laughed, as if I had said the most absurd thing in the world, and looked at me as if I were a puppy trying to learn to bark – okay, maybe that’s a little too specific.

— Sorry, it’s just that of all the reasons I could imagine that could make you be against this, that one didn’t even cross my mind. — I don’t think my reasons are that absurd. — If that’s the only reason you have to be against it, then I don’t think it’ll be a problem for you to come with us. If you feel so bad, you can consider our protection as payment for your burned books. — I felt like he was messing with me now, but I was going to let that one go.

— You’re really insistent, huh? But don’t claim victory, as you said, you didn’t talk about it with the others, maybe they don’t think the same way as you.

— Okay, then I think it’s best if we leave this for later. After all, since we’re here, why don’t we go after the great fairy’s fountain? Wild told me it was nearby! — Maybe he was just trying to distract me from the subject, but the proposal was tempting. I quickly nodded in agreement.

We walked side by side as we climbed that dirt hill, which was quite steep to climb, but nothing compared to the walk to Hateno’s laboratory. I picked up the apples that were on the apple tree along the way, one for me and one for Link. At this point I already knew very well that he was the hero of the four swords, his name and clothes made it very clear. I wonder if he is still capable of dividing himself. He accepted the apple gratefully, his smile was very beautiful when he was like that, so relaxed. It’s interesting how he maintains a calm and centered appearance, but his emotions fluctuated quickly in situations of tension or nervousness. This probably had to do with the colors, perhaps having his emotions divided into personas made him susceptible to sudden changes between them. It was good to have someone to spend quality time with like this, even though we had just met, perhaps due to the recent dangerous situations we had faced together, I felt a greater connection with all the boys, it was as if my subconscious had finally realized that all of this was real, too real.

I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts, if I continued along these lines I would end up crying desperately in na emotional breakdown. I will keep all of my emotions deep in my heart and pretend that everything is fine for as long as I can – and I will probably regret it.

We finally arrived at the Shrines there, which I had no idea what they were called. I only paid attention to the names of the Shrines when I was stuck on them due to my stupidity and had to look up how to get past them. Embarrassing, I admit.

I don’t think Four had been here before, but he didn’t seem lost, although with the least amount of instructions it was possible to find the fountain, the path was so obvious. As we walked towards the large flower in the middle of the trees I could notice the striking presence of silent princess flowers, they were beautiful, and it wasn’t very common to find them in the place where I lived. The fairies there were also a special charm, it was beautiful, I had seen fairies very few times in my life, but seeing so many in one place was totally different.

— Well, according to Wild, it must be here. But I wonder if the great fairy will appear— Four was cut off with an almost sinful feminine sound echoing through the air, while the image of a beautiful woman appeared in the middle of the water of the great flower. The games would never be able to portray the beauty of a great fairy, she was almost divine, but her tone of speech and suggestive vocabulary made me blush. Perhaps it was not very appropriate to come accompanied by a single other person.

— Oh, what beautiful young people who came to visit me. A hero from another era and... a very wise lady, isn’t she? But how beautiful you look together. — Cotera said in her seductive voice, which I feel that, no matter what she said, everything would sound like a double meaning.

 — Ah, Great Fairy Cotera! It is good to see you, you are as splendid as they say! We just came to meet you, Wild- Link, told us about you! – See, I said it without thinking very well, I got nervous with all the provocation I think, I don’t know how to deal with it.

Four looked at me suspiciously, before turning his attention to the fairy and confirming what had been said. Cotera was happy to receive visitors, and we were graced with a while – a long while – of idle chatter with her, and gossip, from people I didn’t even know.

We finally decided it was time to say goodbye, it was almost noon and we were both in need of a rest, having been awake since dawn. I couldn’t wait to sprawl out on the comfortable bed at the inn and sleep for hours in complete peace. On the way back, the hero seemed interested in asking me a few questions.

— Wow, I was surprised you knew her name.

— Oh, yes, the fountain fairies are very famous, especially after they were awakened, lately everyone knows them.

— I see. – I don’t know if I was convincing, but he didn’t bring up the subject again. — How did you know Wild’s real name? – His question surprised me, he seemed serious, maybe he was suspicious of me, I don’t judge him for that.

— And how would I not know? He’s the hero who saved Hyrule a year ago, everyone knows who he is. I don’t know why he introduced himself with that nickname, but I don’t mind using it, it’s not like I’ve met him personally before. I just told Cotera his name so there would be no chance she wouldn’t recognize him. – It was partly true, if I didn’t have my past memories I would still know all of this, precisely because this information is no longer a secret to anyone.

— ... I see. Cotera is right, you are wise. – His voice softened with that, I felt relieved.

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When I got back to my room at the inn, I threw myself on the bed and passed out. I didn’t dream about anything, and if I did, I don’t remember. All I know is that I woke up drooling, not even knowing where I was, my hair looking like a bird’s nest, while someone knocked on my door.

Not really aware of my state, I went to answer the door, still groggy from sleep, only to find Warriors.

— Geez, what happened to you? You look like you came out of a hurricane. – He held back a laugh as he analyzed me, trying to wipe my drool and rubbing his eyes from the sleep.

— I was sleeping... what happened?

— It seems that Time wanted to tell us something, a small meeting, and for some reason it is essential that you be there, so I came to escort you, princess. – I couldn’t tell if he was trying to flirt or tease me with the last part, but I just nodded and tidied up my appearance before leaving the room completely.

Warriors led me downstairs, where everyone was waiting in a more communal area of the inn that resembled a living room in a house. There were really a lot of things that the games didn’t show.

— Finally, I was starting to get tired of waiting here so much! — I heard Legend complain loudly, but I just ignored it, which didn’t make him very happy, and sat down next to Wind on a small sofa.

— The reason for all this is that Four presented me with na important point about our guest’s situation, so to speak. — Time started the conversation, at that moment he already knew what it was about. — Leaving her alone would only put her in danger knowing our enemy, and we have no idea when we’ll be able to end this once and for all. Therefore, it would be wise if we could always be around to ensure her safety, but since that’s not possible, the best option would be for her to join our group permanently.

Everyone exchanged glances among themselves, while analyzing the situation, no one seemed to want to say anything about it.

— So, is everyone in agreement? – Four asked as he waited for someone to say something. Nothing. No one had anything to object to.

— Wow, really? I expected that at least Legend wouldn’t like the idea. – I found myself saying it due to the surprise that no one was bothered by my presence on their adventure. I mean, I figured they wouldn’t like having to protect someone who just gets in the way all the time.

— Hey, come on, I’m not that bad! I may not be like some people who become a sunshine with the first person who appears, but I won’t ignore a person who needs help, no matter who it is. – He seemed offended, but nothing too serious, but I felt bad for judging him as someone somewhat “selfish”, if that was the right term.

— I don’t see how this could be a bad situation, we could protect you while having more time to spend with you! It seems like a Win-Win situation to me! – Wind seemed excited about the idea, which made me a little more comfortable with it. I gave him a quick hug as a thank you, at least having him with me I wouldn’t miss home so much.

Everyone looked at me as if that was a unanimous thought, I sighed, in relief and because my still not quite awake brain was struggling to understand what was happening.

— Well, then I guess from now on I’ll be na adventurer, huh? – I finally said, wanting to end the subject quickly. – Can I please go back to sleep now?

Everyone reacted positively, with small laughs or cheers for me having “joined the team”, and Sky seemed drawn to the word “sleep”, getting even more excited.

 — Well, then I believe the subject is closed. We will stay in Kakariko for a few more days, until our addition can get new items for the journey and everyone is properly rested. You are free to go. — I heard some tired celebrations as everyone mobilized. Some returned to their rooms ready for another round of naps, others left the inn in search of food. I was obviously on the team that was going straight to the room. My bed awaits me.

I entered the room, closed the door, and threw myself on the bed. But I couldn’t sleep. Worry crept into my mind. What if I did something stupid that put one of their lives in danger? Or what if I got so attached to them that I would give more than I could at the time of saying goodbye?

Gosh, I’ve already gotten so attached to some of them in less than a week, let alone months of living together. It scared me, but having people in my life after so long, I missed it. Well, I’m just going to keep it all deep down, when it’s time for everything to explode in exaggerated emotions it will happen, now I need to sleep!

[suntamer]

trissa's progression into act two is everything to me. her new camp outfit is hot. also? she gave herself bangs! i love my giant firbolg lady so much.

[sunflowerpirateart]

Zahed, they’re one of the school teachers, and Trissa, she’s the town blacksmith

[meeville]

Iron flame reactions *spoilers for everything*

Kk so I read IF the day it came out and decided at one point to just start writing my thoughts down as I thought them. I was audio booking it so it was easier. I realized they are entertaining and decided to post them. And these are they, in chronological order:

(Btw I started at chapter 25 because I saw a person on insta go “make sure to record yourself when 25 comes around” then it did for me and then I NEEDED to sort my thoughts on the matter so I kept writing and then I had a reaaallly looooong thing of mostly just expletives lol. Without further adieux my reactions (sans the first 24 chapters because I didn’t think to do this for them so just imagine around the same amount of curses. Lol)):

Wot the fuck Jack fucking Barlowe is alive what the FUUUUUUUCK

In kaori we trust and In Emetterio too

Jack wot the fuck are you now a good guy?

I like Nolon

Nolon u a bitch

I think I like Grady

Varrish is terrifying

Do I actually like dain? Wtf

Lilith is secretly good what? With her own motivations?

Get it Heaton, Emery and Cienna

Jesinia I fucking love you

Garrick and Bodih are amazing

Fuck yeah Devera yeeeeessssss you are amazing and perfect

Brennan my heart

Ok we like Emetterio

But do we like Kaori

We do but he remains with the empyrean, sad face

I know why it’s called iron flame

Haha get punched Brennan

Creating the wards should not be this easy

I was right

I like Felix

Wow I quite like Sloane and Dain they are actually cool maybe

Yep we like Dain

And Sloane she’s cool

Don’t touch my Ridoc, Rebecca

We don’t like Cat

Jack stayed at basgiath

I think I like Trissa

Guess what Sloane is the best

Rhi is the best teacher ever

Fuck yes Violet you badass

“Let’s feed her to Sgaeyl” - Rhiannon

“ good idea I could use a snack”- Andarna

Sawyer and Jasinia are so cute together I want them to end up together

I fully forgive Dain

Ok Dain get it you are really growing on me

So I was wrong about the name of the book

Aww Sloane you are a little softy

SHIT SOLOS

Holy fuck

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

Way to go andarna

Shit not Violet

Andarna nooo

You are amazing Sloane

Fuck yeah way to go Andarna ya slayer

He is an intinsic

noooo why

No no No no no why why

Ok she still loves him

Wyvern over 100 of them

17 venin holy fuck

Ohhh Ridoc

“Regrets are a bitch aren’t they”- xaden

“We do not eat our allies”- Tairn

What’s wrong with Baide

Jack? What the fuck

He’s evil fuuuuuuck

He killed Baide what the fuck

Fuck fuck fucketty fuck

Noooo he’s going to be a venin

Fuuuuuck I was right

Nooooo Baide

The wards are gone

What the fuck

THE MOST CRACKPOT FUCKING THEORY WAS RIGHT

OHHH MY FUCKINNNG GOD

Whot the fuck

Fucking Jack

He manipulated his dragon

Yesss kaori you boss

Yes Rhiannon get it gurl

Sawyer noooo

He lost his leg

Violet you badass

Andarna you queen I love you

The 6 and the 1 what does it mean?

What why would they be waiting for Xaden

Andarna is of all of them isn’t she?

She’s a purple isn’t she

650 years to hatch?

I think she’s a purple but I’m not sure

- [ ] Blue fire wyvern

- [ ] Green fire wyvern

- [ ] And red fire wyvern

Violet is going to die

Sloane is going to die instead

No no no no no no no no not Xaden and Lilith they’re going to die

Sloane isn’t dead she alive

Lilith is dead

What the fuck wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf no nope no no no nope why

There has to be a way to save him he can’t be a venin there has to be a cure.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

“ I guess we’re brothers now “ - Jack Barlowe

LIKE HELL THEY ARE

THERE HAS TO BE AWAY TO GIVE THE POWER BACK TO PUSH IT BACK TO THE GROUND

[recuperationdisliker]

great news everyone! stop calling @supergameboytwo trissa or tris and start calling that big clown 1st place instead. that's her new name, she just told me: