#anyway.... themst... ough

[thedeafprophet]

🌹for jamie and the princess, and 💜 for maymie?

🌹- An in-game item that you imagine as a gift from the canon character(s) to the oc.

okay I usuallly struggle to answer this question because I can never think of an item.... but I have an easy out with this one:

The Captivating Princess' Third-Best Tiara

A mark of favour? A paltry cast-off? Perhaps both, depending on the Princess' whims. Whatever her reason, it is yours and no one can say that it doesn't sparkle prettily upon your head nor that it doesn't set off the hue of your eye.

Imagine with me, if you will, The Princess behind Jamie in front of a vanity.... where? Perhaps in a changing room, perhaps in their own home... perhaps in The Princess' own bedroom... her hand stroking through their hair before placing the one hand on their shoulder. Leaning close and whispering in their ear that she has a gift for them~

Isn't it so nice of her? So kind and generous, so lovely of her to share with such a favoured individual. Leaning back to grab a box, pulling the tiara from a glass box and placing is delicately upon their head, before placing both hands on their shoulders. My, now doesnt that just look lovely on them.

Like its meant to be.

💜- What���s their favorite memory of the other?

For Jamie, i think the memory is two fold when it comes to the Manager. On one hand, I think when they defeated him at the marvellous is a pretty fond memory despite the otherwise angsty aspects to the situation. I mean, after everything thats gone down prior (see: the bloody wallpaper), having that moment of proving their own capability, of standing up against him, and beating him still holds strongly in their mind. He's so much older, so much stronger, so much more powerful then they are - and still, they won. Is that not enough, to prove themself as worthy? Not equal, theyre not foolish enough to think that, but as an adversary? As a person? They like to think so.

On the other... I think, on a fonder level, its much more quieter memory. Perhaps, the first time he ever sleeps in their prescence. A much rarer thing. Seeing him vulnerable, as human, and the fact the he is so when in a place where they are around.... well, its only fair that they stood and watched for awhile, right?

For May.... i don't think theres any one specific memory. Rather, I think if he ever stopped and thought about it, it would be a collection of little moments. The moments where they've both ended up laughing at one of Jamie's jokes, the times he's carried them to bed after one too many late nights, how infuriantingly and endearingly disobedient they can be.... in all swirls together, into an overall collage of memory. (I do have to wonder how memory goes, for one so old. How easy is it to even pintpoint specific moments?)

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[ievaxol]

This one is kinda cheating but:

Seike #3 👀👀👀

På andra sidan jorden är vi samma kött och blod Det är nåt som aldrig kommer ändras När vi tittar upp så ser vi ändå samma sol

Liten & Lost - Myra Granberg

Alisaie's hand hovers in the air like a question. The door to Seike's quarters looms large and uninviting in front of her and she's already started the march back to her own room twice before angrily circling back, glaring at the door as though it would simply give way.

It's just -- it's been a long time.

There is a sucking pit in her stomach and every time she blinks she is half asleep again, transported back to the nightmare that woke her and she really needs some company but it's been a year and it's the middle of the night on top of that, she really should just go back to her room and wait it out, Seike is probably asleep --

The door swings open, because while her head was busy running wild her body knows the familiar motions and let Alisaie's hand fall twice on the wood.

Seike is the very picture of exhaustion, hair tossed back in a messy bun and slouching in a way she'd never be caught dead doing otherwise -- but her red-rimmed eyes light up upon seeing Alisaie.

Alisaie attempts stoicism but it melts away the moment Seike places an arm around her shoulder and leads her inside; she lists against her with a shuddering breath, so grateful for the company she can barely process it.

"Alisaie!"

Of course Alphinaud is already here. A smile tugs at the corners of Alisaie's mouth at seeing him sitting on Seike's bed, duvet covers piled around him and a cup of tea in hand.

"Little brother." She acknowledges him with an exaggerated, haughty sniff and is rewarded with a shaky grin.

"No fighting now," Seike murmurs, squeezing Alisaie closer for a moment before she lets go and heads toward the tea kettle. "It's way past your bedtime."

Alisaie crawls onto the bed with Alphinaud, scuffing him aside and unashamedly stealing a little more than half the covers. He shoves her shoulder in retaliation, but she can tell it's mostly the ritual of it.

"Trouble sleeping?" He asks quietly and she shrugs noncommittally. "Me too."

They fall into silence until Seike returns and presses a cup of steaming herbal tea into Alisaie's hands, following up with a playful flick at the tip of her nose.

"We say thanks for the tea in this room."

"Thanks," Alisaie says dutifully and then sticks her tongue out just to see Seike smile, quietly glad that some of the fatigue seems to lift as she does.

Alphinaud hums next to her and Seike rakes his fringe back with her fingers, affection bleeding out of her and crowding out every single bad thought, every last dreg of nightmare -- for both of them, Alisaie imagines.

Sometimes Alisaie thinks about the fact that Seike had an entire village of siblings before them, and her heart aches with it; sometimes it feels as though Seike didn't know what to do with all the love that remained when they were gone, and Alisaie is selfishly glad that she and Alphinaud can share in it.

While she hasn't worked up the courage to tell Seike straight out that she regards her as an older sister and that she knows for a fact Alphinaud does as well, she is comfortable enough to demand that she sits down in front of them so they can play with her hair.

"I missed you both," Seike says so quiet it's near lost to the night, and Alisaie feels a lump form in her throat.

"Likewise," they echo.

Morning finds the three of them sound asleep, draped over each other like fox kits.

[battle-of-the-jrwi-aus]

ELDRITCHSTRINGS AU!

Creator: @burning-sol

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Summary!

After Rumi being met with a reality incongruous with the one they has envisioned, Rumi makes the unprecedented choice to part ways with Thanatos, taking Peter with them. Put in the position of now being reliant on Peter's unwanted co-host; Exandroth and Rumi develop an unexpected bond, for better or for worse (but mostly for worse).

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OKAY LIKE LISTEN. LISTEN OOKAY OKAY SHHH LET ME. LET ME PULL YOU IN CLOSE. I am sorry I'm sorry for submitting themst but I'm so deranged abt them okay okayy I'm SO deranged. How do I even put into words. There's just so much about this au that I could rave on about, different moments, different themes, ough.

Well I guess, first off, I really like the conflict of the story that is just INEVITABLE based on the circumstances. By changing the structure of the group, you foresee the worst things to happen that *will* happen because it's unavoidable. You make the group rampantly dependant on two people getting along? Watch them find a way to cooperate <- but then watch the conflict play out between angel and host because they cannot exist at the same time <- watch how this reflects on the morality of the third <- see the false pretenses unravel until the inevitable confrontation with their former comrade where it has been rendered undeniable what the alignment and goal of our main cast, is regardless of if they say it aloud.

Something else is that I, generally, really like is any opportunity to drag out the uglier sides of Rumi, and here it really hits its stride. By being in the presence of something that's worse than what Rumi is, and by giving Rumi a degree of anonymity, it presents a scenario where Rumi could commit to things that Rumi would never think to do in canon. It leaves open opportunities for dialogues where Rumi can be flawed, because Exandroth will always be more flawed than Rumi. And Rumi can always feel afforded the right to blame Exandroth and call her heinous, cruel, to make Exandroth the scapegoat, because Exandroth is already sickening. Rumi can be allowed to take another step lower, because Exandroth will be there at the bottom, though Rumi refuses to address their sheer descent.

The confrontation with Zuen is a confrontation with what Rumi and Exandroth were meant to be, and what they are instead, and confronting what they have done to reach where they are. In canon, this confrontation was triumphant and subversive of what the narrative had meant to be, but here there is such little hope and a straight path ahead towards a tragic ending. In this way, Zuen is bored. He got what he wanted, he got to see the bloodshed and betrayal he'd projected, but it's predictable and unexciting. Just to zoom out the frame and put things into perspective, like, what WAS this narrative about? What WAS the value of this text? Is there some tangible message we can come away with? Or do we just look back at all we have done and recoil in disgust and fear of our own attrocities.

Zuen dies but not before constructing a fight where Rumi and Exandroth have to see what they've done and know now, if not already clear by their decision to cut down Thanatos, that they are choosing to commit to something awful. They have systematically shut down the external voices that could contradict them, and whatever mocking last words Zuen has for them will be the last. Was it worth it? (No.)

Anyways, I was going to type more for this but looking back I am so tired so just believe me bro, my au is so good.