#ch: emrys

[majorarcana-rpg]

🎶 The Howler's Havoc ~

The twisted tales of the bloody misfits club...

The Howler's Havoc es el grupo musical mágico más exitoso del momento, nacidos con el objetivo de llevar su música a cientos de magos y brujas y esparcir su mensaje pro-semis a cada rincón de UK y el mundo. Durante los últimos dos y medio de su creación han hecho alzar la voz de aquellos que no son escuchados. La banda fue creada por Emrys y sus primeros dos integrantes fueron Zachary y Tyler. Zuri se unió a ellos recientemente como segunda vocalista y Jackson, su manager, fue el encargado de organizar todo su tour mundial y su presencia en el próximo Mundial de Quidditch. Actualmente la banda acaba de volver del tour y se dedica a dar shows constantemente en diferentes partes del Reino Unido además de generar eventos de activismo pacífico a favor de las semicriaturas, el más reciente siendo en el Atrio del Ministerio de Magia donde han protestado junto a docenas de fanáticos. Utilizan su influencia y fama para alzar las voces de quienes el Ministerio no esta dispuesto a escuchar involucrándose estrechamente con la sociedad y sus problemas.

▸ Voz principal y bajo -> Emrys ▸ Guitarra -> Zach ▸ Batería -> Tyler ▸ Piano y segunda voz -> Zuri ▸ Manager -> Jackson

@homenumrevelio-rpg

[soulc-hilde]

Ch. 05 - Locked Down

Pairing: Jey Uso / Josh Fatu x Aries / Ezmeralda Bey

Synopsis: Devoted to her craft and her family, WWE Superstar Ezmeralda has a library of accolades accomplished on her own and by the side of her family like never before. As she leads the Women's Revolution to glory, romance seems to find her at the most unexpected moment... in the ring.

Warning(s): SFW, OC is a black woman, swearing, WWE-canon violence, Non-scripted fights, body shaming, body insecurities, WWE's consistant misogyny is blatant until later chapters, etc.

Cross-posted: Wattpad

Ch. 01 | Ch. 02 | Ch. 03 | Ch. 04 | Ch. 05

Atlanta, GA 

Unfortunately, Ezmeralda couldn't attend Jojo and Eva's housewarming party as she originally planned to spend time with her family and spend some time with a certain man. For the afternoon, the triplets had set out to teach their eldest nephew, Leon, how to drive and out of all the cars they had, Ezmeralda's had to suffer.

And to think, she just replaced the breaks on her Ford F-150. 

The custom painted evergreen and silver accented truck was filled with Ezmeralda, Ezra, Ezekiel, Leon, and their older brother and his father - Elijah while Josh and their other older brother, Emry, sat in the bed. Pulling into the empty parking lot, the boys begin to set up their own course of cones while Ezmeralda turns on the cameras.

Once everything was set, they begin the video with Ezmeralda in the passenger seat as Leon takes over the driver seat. Emry and Josh sit in the backseat while Ezekiel and Ezra sit in the bed of the truck. 

"Alright, nephew," Ezmeralda starts. "If you can drive a pickup truck, you can drive damn near any car on the planet. Now, with my truck, the gear shift is in the steering column. That is known as a column shift, not every car has this design, but the function is universal. You just grab and pull down."

Leon nods, "okay." 

She points at his feet. "There are only two pedals. On the left is the brake which your foot's already on and the gas is on the right." Emry cuts in, "no, the brake's not... what?" 

Josh laughs, trying to appear relaxed. "Nope, she's right. Brake's on the left, gahdamn."  "Yuh," she resumes her lecture. 

"So, when you remove your foot from the brake, the car will move. Not full throttle, but it will roll forward. Go ahead and give it a little, right now." He begins to press on the gas, forgetting to shift the vehicle into drive. The engine revs, its healthy growl was loud and deep as it settles in their bones.

"Oh, it's still in park," Emry notes. "Ok, a little rev. Little rev. How'd that feel though?" Leon laughs, "that felt like it was about to take off."

Ezmeralda shakes her head, "gahlee, you got a heavy ass foot. I know y'all felt that shit." The two men laugh, Josh's eyes widening with fear he tried so hard to play off. "What you mean did we feel that? Hell yeah!"

"Aye, son," Emry leans forward, tapping Leon on the shoulder. "You remember that episode in Spongebob? Where they were like 'big toe. Only the big toe?' You gotta do that, son. Do that, just your big toe." 

"America," Ezmeralda huffs, rubbing her face with frustration. "We gon' die. And I just fixed my truck, too!" 

Ezekiel and Ezra sit in the bed, chewing on honey buns while singing: "Guess who's gonna die, tonight? Uh, die tonight."

Ezmeralda's House

After spontaneously gaining the car back with no markings and unanimously declaring that Leon could not drive until he's reached the age of 40 which is a good age seeing as the whole Bey crew would be dead and gone, Ezmeralda and Josh decided to have a little date night to about, well, them.

"So," Josh starts, sipping some of the peach flavored Moscato. "When you think about us and our relationship, where do you see us? What do you see?"

Keeping her eyes on her plate, Ezmeralda nods and takes the moment to answer. "I can see myself being happy when I think of us. I don't know if it's because of how long we knew each other or what, but there's an unsaid understanding between us. Like, I know what you're thinking or feeling before you even say a word and vice versa."

"Before you, I never thought of myself with someone and felt real happiness and infatuation," her voice falls into a whisper as her face slowly begins to turn red. "Seeing the way you get along with my family, treating them as if they're yours and the way you don't judge me for my career and my looks. I just... I feel loved."

Josh grins, taking a hold of her hand from across the table. "Baby, gon'head and look at me," he coos. Once her toffee brown eyes meet his dark ones, he begins to speak. 

"Ezmeralda, since like '08, you've been my rock. Now, don't tell Jonathan that cause he'll throw a fuss, but from the moment we stepped into FCW and you became our mentor, I'd fallen in love with you." Her eyebrows raise, ellicting a soft chuckle.

He shrugs, "I already had a little celebrity crush on you beforehand, but seeing you in person, watchin' you work in the ring, and getting to actually have a conversation with Ezzie - The Chaotic Beauty instead of Aries - The Future Hall of Famer... I knew I had to make you mine."

"It for sure doesn't help that our families are so connected, girl, you can't get rid of me even if you tried," Josh giggles. "I know being vulnerable ain't your thing and expressing yourself like this is something new, but I want you to know that I see you. I see the effort you put in letting me know that you're feeling me, too. I see you opening your heart for me despite your fear. And I appreciate you, okay?"

A tear escapes down her cheek as she nods. Josh's grin, if possible, stretches even further as he walks around the table and pulls her into a hug. "I appreciate you, boo," he pecks her on the forehead. "And I love you." She whispers in his chest, voice trembling with her tears. "I love you, too."

"Joshua," she sighs, a timid smile taking over. "As a little girl, I've always wanted to find happiness like parents have and that includes their marriage, you know? And for the longest, I could never find it. I never found someone who looked at me like I was something valuable or treated me like so. I was always too masculine or aggressive or looking for too much - hell, there's one who complained that my family and I was too close!" 

Ezmeralda bites her lip, "and for a long time, I believed that my career was going to be my first and my last love. I even made a to-do list of accolades I wanted to do before I retired or died, but meeting Josh was like a blessing, I guess. My first love introducing me to, probably, the love of my life. I'd say that it's very poetic."

After dinner, the two were cuddling on the couch, watching tv. "Since TJ and Nattie's bachelor party's comin' up and we're officially locked in," Josh jokes with a light giggle. "How do you wanna go about the vacation?"

"For one, we can definitely share a room," Ezmeralda hums. "Ezra's bringing Charlene, rightfully taking personal time for themselves from the kids, while Ezekiel's a freak. I'on't, no, we're not kids being forced to share a room anymore." Josh laughs, shaking his head at the adorable yet disgusted grimace that takes over her round features. 

"Okay, what else?" He laughs. She adds on, "we can fly out together. Instead of us meeting down there, you can just bring your bags over here and then we can leave together." 

He nods, "say less. I'll probably start packing either tomorrow or the day after." Josh leans more of his body weight onto her as an exaggerated pout shifts onto his face. "You gon' help me, boo? You know, I forget things. Please?" 

"Yes, yes," she laughs, pushing him off. "All up on me." He kisses his teeth, side eyeing her. "Girl, please. You love when all this delicious caramel is all up on you," he rubs up and down his puffed out chest. 

Ezmeralda snorts, her head falling back as the outburt switches into a hyena laugh. "Get away from me before I kick you out my house, JJ!" He shakes his head, smiling. "Nah, come on and get you some girl. Last night, you couldn't get enough," he begins climbing on top of her as she screams, laughing. 

"Omg! Josh!" She laughs. She wraps her thick thighs around his waist and her arm around the back of his neck, rolling their bodies off the couch. He begins fake choking, arms wiggling as he goes to tap out. "Nah, go to sleep. Take yo' Niquil."

Las Vegas, NV

Touching down in Vegas, both the bride and groom's parties road to the hotel in a shared limosine. As they infiltrate the hotel, rowdy and disturbing the poor patrons, they make their way to Natalya and TJ's room. The room was decked out with a bar and an open space living room where everyone settled for the moment. 

Josh and Ezmeralda sit down at the table as Jojo and Justin check out the shower room with a stripper pole incorporated in the center while Bri and Nikki sit with Bryan, accidentally popping open the bottle of champagne. Ezra and his fiance, Charlene, sat beside, laughing at the chaos that surrounds them.

Nikki starts a quick toast, "oh, here's to boners, shit. Bachelor and bachelorette, yay!" Everyone laughs, joining in. 

After everyone settled into their rooms, they decided to head down to soak in the pool. Ezmeralda was dressed in an emerald bikini with gold accents, the swimsuit came in a set with a sheer skirt, and matching flip flops. Her and Charlene walk side by side, flanked by Josh, Ezekiel, and Ezra. Both of their men kept an arm around their waists, eyeing down any man who dared look their way. Ezekiel, on the other hand, trailed after them mindlessly as his hands rub over his pecs and his torso, hoping he didn't appear ashy. 

The group settles beside Trinity and Jon's shared layout. While Jon, Ezra, and Ezekiel set out for the water, Josh lays beside Ezmeralda, his eyes staring her down. "Look at you," he hums, moving his sunglasses up. "All glowy, girl yeh look goodt."

She laughs, nudging him with her shoulder. "Boy, hush," she playfully scolds. He shakes his head, "you want me to be quiet while you here, lookin' like a full course Michelin Star meal."

He leans over her ear, "I won't lie, though. Some folks got one more time to be starring like they got eye problems or else they really gone need that vision checked." She snorts, smacking his chest, "ignore them. At the end of the day, you the one that finna eat this meal."

"Oh," he leans back, eyebrows raised. "Is that so?" She raises her eyebrows, shrugging. "Depends... if you're hungry." He cheeses, nodding. "Girl, I'm always hungry." 

She shakes her head, "well you just ate breakfast this morning, so you gone have to wait. In the meantime, gon'head and take yo' ass for a swim. You look dehydrated." Charlene snorts, leaning away from them as Ezmeralda lightly pushes the younger Fatu away from her.

Pre-Game | Hotel

Everyone was dressed and back in the party room, pre-gaming before the parties were to separate for the night. Ezmeralda dressed in a dark purple dress that stops at the knee with a cheeky slight on the side, the top of the dress was off the shoulder with thin long sleeves and paired with black booties. They all cheer Nattie to take a shot before mingling.

Trinity, Ariane, Nikki, Charlene, and Ezmeralda sit on the couch beside Bri, talking. "So, are we gonna see Bri Mode, tonight?" Trin asks. The twin smirks, "maybe not tonight," before taking a sip of her champagne. 

Ariane and Ezmeralda laugh while Trinity groans. "She's like, 'maybe not tonight,'" Ariane mimics the Bella twin, the group laughing. 

TJ calls for a toast, raising his pink solo cup. "A toast to Natalie Neidhart, who has definitely kept me level," everyone 'aw's at his moment of vulnerability. "And from flying off the deep end. And, the one person who's the reason I'm still here and still kicking, so..." Everyone raises their glasses, sending their praises for the childhood sweethearts. 

Nikki then stands, walking off to the side. "I'm sorry, but, us girls, are getting ready to go to Chippendale and we can't be late for the show. We love you guys, but you gotta go." 

Josh shakes his head, arms gripping Ezmeralda's waist. "Y'all really kickin' us out, twin." Nikki shrugs, laughing, in response. Josh turns to the older woman, pecking her on the lips repeatedly. "You just gone let her kick us out?" 

Ezmeralda shrugs, laughing, "aye, that ain't my fight, Uce." He playfully glares at her, pinching at her sides. "Girl, shut up and give me my kiss." She does so, laughing against his lips. "Be safe, alright? And call me if you need, I love you."

"I will and I love you," she whispers, gently backing away. She watches as he leaves out the door with the rest of the men, trying to ignore Trinity's bouncing eyebrows.

While Jojo couldn't participate in the activities because of her age and Eva personally stayed away from alcohol, the two decided to just walk around and enjoy each other's company while the others partied and enjoy the show. As the night continues, Bri becomes lost in the alcohol and the music as her, Nikki, and Ariane dance on top of the mini tables in the section. She even ran across the couch with the drink in hand. 

"Oh, Lord," Ezmeralda laughs, shaking her head as Nikki falls off the couch. Trinity shakes her head, "y'all we gotta wrestle next week." 

Before the girls... Bri, could get too far gone, they decided to retreat back to the bachelorette room where they continued to drink and have fun in a safer space. Bri and Ezmeralda sit beside Natalya, noticing that her mood turned dark quick. 

"I don't know what it is," Natalya laughs, "but Brie, Ezzie, please don't get mad at me.  I know you guys are gonna get so mad. But, I honestly can't get Jaret out of my mind. I don't know what it is and what's wrong with me?"

Both women's faces drop, eyes slightly widening at the bomb. They don't say anything yet, allowing the woman to continue. "I don't know why, but I wanna text back and Nicole told me not to text back. But I already have."

"This is your bachelorette party," Brie points out. Nattie takes a seat, "Yeah, I feel so overwhelmed to be honest. I feel like there's nobody on the planet that I love more than TJ. Bit, I feel like I'm not ready for it." Her phone vibrates. 

Brie and Ezmeralda follow her to the master bedroom. "What's wrong with me?" She asks, eyes tearing up. "Like, I wanted to have this fairytale wedding, but part of me is like so scared." 

"When we were seeing the Chippendales, I was not looking forward to it. But when we went there, it was something fun, right?" Brie speaks. "The way the guys looked at you and it was like... ugh and you're just like, 'whoa.' You feel wanted. And you just feel like, 'wow, in these guys' eyes, we're it.' And that's what Jaret's making you feel."

Ezmeralda chimes in, nodding. "Nattie, you and TJ have been rocking with one another for 13 years," her eyebrows raise, "there's some marriages that don't even last that long, but y'all have. You guys have spent so much of your lives with one another, that a part of you becomes jumpy when this new spark of attention is given to you."

"Once TJ had his injury, your relationship took a bump and he wasn't willing to actually hear you. Instead, he kept shoving you onto the back burner. So, when a guy like Jaret comes through and he's saying all these nice things, he's giving you the attention that TJ should be."

Nattie nods, "and it's funny to me because no matter how many times, Jaret tells me all these nice things, at the end of the day, it's just TJ that I love. A part of me, though, feels like, scared to totally seal the deal."

"And you have the right to be," Ezmeralda smiles. "For all these years, you both had the opportunity to leave one another. Try to find someone else to start over with, but you didn't because y'all are meant for each other. With marriage, that's not something you can just get up and leave when things become tough."

Nattie nods, wiping her face. "I think I'm just becoming overwhelmed with everything." Ezmeralda nods, "that's okay, I'ma head to my room with Josh. Have a goodnight, Nattie."

Ezmeralda makes her way out, reaching the hotel room. Unlocking the door with her card, she walks in, trying to be as silent as possible with every step. Just as she turns the corner to the bed, Josh's body flashes from behind the wall as he screams. Her body freezes, leaping in the air as a delayed shout explodes from her lungs. 

"Oh my God," she pants, hand over her heart as it pulses against her ribs. Josh laughs, clapping his hands before pulling the woman into his chest. "I'm sorry, mamas. I'm sorry, I had to."

Calming down as her soul returns to her body, she sends a chop to his chest, teeth gritted together. "Joder tu madre, cabron!" She curses as he laughs, following her to the bed. "I'm sorry, baby!" He apologizes once again, collapsing on the bed beside her.

"How was your night?" He asks, lightly stroking her exposed thigh. She smiles, "it was good. Brie went into Brie Mode, I ain't never seen someone run across a couch with heels on and a full cup of liquor in hand." 

He laughs, shaking his head at the image that pops into his head. "Y'all was cutting up, huh?" She shakes her head, "I was not cutting up, sir. Do not add me into that equation, I was innocent."

He hums in disbelief, pulling her in closer. "However, I ain't worried about all that. Since you back and we both got some energy left, how about that meal I was promised? What's on the menu?"

She hums, making her way to her feet, slowly stripping herself from the dress. "The chef has yet to prepare the food, sir. Not even the meat has been cleaned." He jumps to his feet, "don't even worry about the mean. Salmonella ain't never killed nobody."

"Shut up!" She laughs, backing up for the bathroom. "Just wait, it won't take long, just like 20-30 minutes." He takes slow steps forward, "nah. I want my meal now." He goes to lunge but she evades him, ducking into the bathroom.

As she goes to shut the door, he bursts through, arms wrapping around her naked waist. "Joshua!" She screams as he kicks the door closed. 

◼︎◼︎◼︎

How are we liking the story so far? I've always wanted to do a fanfic based off of Total Divas since I got into wrestling, but nobody was making Jey Uso fics except for like a few quick imagines on Tumblr.

I'm happy that my man is getting his shine in the spotlight; however, it's coming at a great cost because he still has yet to win a solo match for a solo title whereas Baby Fatu is spearheading a main event storyline with Roman, chasing after the title and he's only been in the main roster for about a year, I think. 

Like, what's the purpose of being Main Event Jey Uso if y'all not finna give him a winning chance? He's leaving his family for damn near 5 days a week to put that work in and nothing to say for it except the crowd reception. 

And don't even get me started on the rumors folks have been starting about his marriage. Like, Ms. Takecia has never been one to have her face all up in a camera even before Jey's big solo push. Even at events such as HOF, there's photos on Pinterest of her posing with Trinity and Galina, but there's none of her being caught on live camera because she's not into it. 

But she was there by Jey's side in one of those WWE vlogs, her and both of his sons. Leave that family alone and stop making lies about his marriage because Takecia is that man's high school sweetheart and doesn't owe y'all her damn appearance. She's living her life as a wife and a mother, leave them alone!

[arisenreborn]

tomorrow i'll be brave (ch. 2)

Word Count: 2,045 Characters: Olivia (Arisen), Emrys (Pawn) AO3: (link) Chapter 1

After days of existing in a darkened fog the Pawn remembers nothing of what transpired - none of what was said or done. All that remains is the aftermath, and picking up the pieces.

Distantly, the sounds of battle tugged at the darkness of his mind. Screams and steel echoed dimly, muffled by the shroud of a too-long slumber. 

Awareness came like the rain, one drop at a time and all at once. The first thing he saw with any clarity was her face, covered in blood and mud, trickling raindrops clearing paths across her skin. Those piercing blue eyes of hers seemed somehow faded now, eyelids heavy as she looked up at him. 

He was on top of her, he realized, straddling her at the hips. Her chest was heaving, body trembling, clothes soaked. Some of these things were familiar, but the context was all wrong. Her clothes were in tatters, and it wasn’t only the rain that soaked them. Where the cloth ripped asunder, terrible wounds bled out.

Frantic, his gaze swept over her, around them, trying to piece together what had happened. His head screamed mercy for each movement he made, feeling for all the world like he’d been on the most gods-forsaken bender and tried to fist-fight a chimera. 

Pushing back the clouds in his mind, the town square spread out around them under the gray skies of the night. Bodies, everywhere, scattered and strewn about. Something had plucked them from their homes, or they’d otherwise tried to flee. They hung out of windows, sprawled out across the cobblestones, or had been dropped as if from above over broken stalls. 

The utter stillness and silence were deafening, a force against his ears that told him all he needed to know. Death weighed heavy in the air around them, as if it would smother out even a gasp of life.

A griffin? Or perhaps a drake? No… There was almost no real damage to the city's structures, apart from where it appeared the bodies had been violently thrown. And despite the chaos of it all, there was shockingly little blood - whatever had assaulted them didn’t seem to try rending them asunder with tooth or claw. 

All except for her. The world spun every time he moved his head, but clarity bloomed around her. She was an absolute mess of claw and bite marks, as if whatever vicious maulings the creature had spared the townsfolk of, it had delivered all to her. More likely she’d put herself in its path, but the death that sprawled out around them suggested her failure, which seemed inconceivable to him. 

“Em…” Her voice was a stomach-hollowing rasp, weaker than he’d ever heard anything. Painfully sobering, he felt his insides twist with a nausea unlike any hangover. 

Shaking and feeble she lifted a hand towards his face, and he swiftly caught it in his - only to glimpse how red it was. The rain was washing it all away, but he could feel the blood caked under his nails. All thoughts stretched to a stand-still. All feelings bent towards a dawning horror.

Staring at her small hand in his he was suddenly stricken with the faint recognition: This has happened before. Oh, he remembered all-too-well the aftermath, but never the contents of that wretched black fog that filled the space before it. His former master and his beloved, torn to shreds and scattered about their campsite. 

For how long had he tried to make sense of it? And for how long now had he tried casting it all away? It had been the origin of all of his unhappiness, the black mark on his soul that left him no better than a broken tool. 

“Emrys…” Her voice called him back to this wretched moment in time where he could feel hot tears burning at the corners of his eyes. 

Her hair was loose, strewn around her head like a dark halo, smeared with blood. She wasn’t even wearing her armor, just a nightgown, looking for all the world like she must have rushed out of bed. Had they been sleeping when this had all begun? 

It was then he realized his own lack of clothing, just his smallclothes and… a lot of blood. Not only hers but his own as well; the slashes of a sword's blade criss-crossed his body, but he barely felt them now - they hardly mattered. Yet he could feel how weak each strike and slash had been; she’d tried to stop him, too reluctant to hurt him as much as he’d hurt her. Damn fool.

No, no. He couldn’t let his thoughts keep spiraling away like this, he had to… He had to? What could he hope to do?

“You’re back…” She smiled, or at least tried to. A hint of her usual light returned to her eyes, as he recognized now with another twist in his gut that what clouded them before had been fear. 

Those two words, sounding as though they flowed from a wellspring of relief, damned him. He may not have remembered anything, but he knew too much to deny the bloody truth staring right back at him.

“Stop.” His voice was a grainy croak, throat raw from what felt like days of screaming. “Don’t…” 

‘Stop talking, stop wasting your energy on me, stop looking at me like I’m worth a fragment of your affection. Don’t die, don’t die, please don’t die…’

His hands moved over her, scared to actually touch her but desperate to do something. To stop the bleeding, to pass over each wound and leave them without a hint of even a scratch. Damn him and his stubborn refusal to learn a single healing spell. 

Her head turned to the side and he stopped short as terror gripped him for a moment. But he could see her eyes searching the faces of the bodies around them, trying to make sense of what had happened, calculating the loss - the immensity of her failure. Biting his cheek he brought his hand to the side of her face, turning her gaze back towards him. 

“Hey, look at me, stay with me.” 

Tears were spilling down her cheeks, but still she kept trying to smile. 

“Hah… As if you could get rid of me.” Some pain deeper than her wounds seized her, and she wrenched her eyes shut and grit her teeth against a terrible, sobbing sound. “I’m really tired though, Em…” 

Let this be only a nightmare, let morning come and the rain wash all of this away.

Such hopes had gotten him little in life he reminded himself, and made his body move. 

“It’s okay,” he lied, “I’m going to take you home now.” 

There was no telling how far this devastation went, or if the guards would be patrolling the area around their home, but he could scarcely imagine such a catastrophe going unnoticed. The fact there were no weapons aimed at him right now spoke of a more unpleasant reality than he could allow himself to think on just yet. 

So he carefully picked Olivia up into his arms and put his feet beneath him. She made small, pained sounds as she was moved, but even now she was trying to muffle her suffering. 

He wanted to comfort her, to offer some small, futile words of consolation, but what could his liars tongue possibly offer with so much blood on his hands? Fear gripped him by the throat all the while, silencing his own voice. Instead he strained every sense to the sole purpose of listening to her breathing; it was slow and a little uneven, occasionally broken by a stifled sob or groan, but for a blessing never faltered.

The ambling walk home went by in a haze. The bodies never seemed to stop, familiar faces staring up at him from the ground where they lay, rain blurring their features. A guard laid sprawled on the steps up to the noble quarter, as if in answer to the question he didn’t want to ask. 

Within the familiar walls of her small estate the pattering of the rain against the roof and windows seemed almost peaceful. With the door shut behind him he could for just a moment close his eyes and believe it was another simple, stormy night. 

Only a moment though, before he hastened to their room and put her in their tousled bed. In a feverish blur he sought out potions, bandages, clean water and towels. He may not have been a chirurgeon but he’d been around long enough to know a thing or two about cleaning wounds, and that had to count for something. 

He took only enough time for himself to make sure he was effectively clean before tending to her, and abandoning his blood-stained skivvies for some simple trousers that had been laying on the floor. 

It was alarmingly easy to pull off the remaining tatters of her nightgown, but there came some relief to find most of her wounds looked more grave than they were. Only a few cut deep, and to his great relief none struck anywhere vital. The amount of blood loss from the sheer amount of cuts was the more concerning thing, but few of the injuries continued to bleed anymore. 

She was cold though, both from the rain and her loss of blood, and he took as much care drying her off and bundling her up as he had dressing her wounds. Then he quickly stoked the dwindled embers in the fireplace before returning to her side.

Throughout all of it she dozed off and on, murmuring and moaning, making sounds that tried and failed to be words. He shushed her gently and did his best to soothe her, but all the while his voice trembled as much as his hands.

When she finally fell into a less fitful slumber he remained hovering at her side to make sure her condition didn’t deteriorate, and constantly checking her over for any injury he might have missed. He pinned every thread of thought and awareness to her, less he started wandering the dark roads of pondering what had happened.

Yet one part he couldn’t wrap his mind around was the look of the wounds she bore. He’d traced his fingers alongside three long claw marks around the side of her waist that couldn’t have possibly come from his hands if he’d tried. But for some reason he couldn’t shake the sureness of his sin, the certainty that the smell of her blood had been a match to that which had been caked beneath his fingernails. 

In the end he could do nothing but wait for her to wake and give him the true account of things. He dreaded it far worse than he could remember dreading anything in his life before. Even more than he’d dreaded the thought of being called and commanded by another Arisen. Perhaps this was why. Perhaps he would always be a broken pawn who could only bring suffering to his master.

The minutes dragged into hours, and the rain eased to a soft drizzle as the sounds of thunder grew distant. Sitting at her side he clasped her hand in his, ‘to gauge her temperature’, he told himself, but he was too afraid to squeeze it tight or let it go.

Whatever other fears plagued him, he dreaded even more the idea that somewhere in the long hours of this night she might slip away from him to places he could never find her again.

“I’m sorry.” The words aching in his chest echoed in her voice. There was a clearness in her voice that relieved him, and looking at her it matched the focus in her eyes. Exhaustion yet clung to her features, but she was far from the confusion and stupor from earlier. 

His mouth moved but words failed him. What could he possibly say? Why was she apologizing to him? He wasn’t sure if that was just her being foolish, or delirious, or if there was something else he was forgetting. Though if he had to bet, the options were already ordered from most-to-least likely.

But before he could fathom up a response, or she could relieve him with even a single other word of explanation, Olivia’s eyes fluttered shut once more. Her breathing fell into an easy, familiar rhythm that ought to have soothed him, if not for the company of his wretched thoughts.

[storiesforsomeone]

YOLT Ch.26 sneak preview 👀

In honour of #Merlin trending no.1 because Bradley James twirled a baseball bat, have a sneaky snippet of the next chapter of YOLT:

(Excerpt below the cut in case people want to avoid spoilers)

“Emrys.” She said it like a prayer, as the most sacred and beloved of truths.

There was a tremor of reaction through the crowd, like a string plucked, resonance rippling into the stillness in a cascade of magic and emotion and something deep and shared and wordless. Merlin felt it rise. 

Rise, as every single one of the countless people gathered clasped their hands in a similar fashion.

Rise, as they named him.

Rise, as all of them bowed.

“Why are they doing that?” Merlin asked his friends, hushed from the unnamable emotion that sang from all before him, the convergence of shared acknowledgement, the momentum of a single name resounding on the voices of hundreds. He didn’t understand.

“Why are they — let’s look at the last week, shall we?” Drea said. "You came out from twenty-one years of hiding to save a druid stranger from being beaten to death. You fought off over a hundred sorcerers singlehandedly without harming a single one of them. You then freed all those sorcerers from a terrorist trafficking ring, not with force, but by convincing them they had worth irrespective of the will of the tyrant who had been using them to line his pockets. Then, you literally set them free by removing their collars with magic that didn’t exist a few days ago, successfully led them out of a gun fight to a sanctuary where they would be safe, and did all this under a name that would make you all kinds of enemies and get you hunted for the rest of your life yet a name that you reclaimed anyway because to us it means hope. Do you not realise what this means to them? To all of us? Can’t you feel it?”

Feel it? Merlin was drowning in it.

All his life Merlin had hugged the shadows, avoiding attention, desperate to fade into the background, and now hundreds looked upon him with recognition that stretched back beyond living memory in a way Merlin was only beginning to fully understand, and there was nothing but acceptance, the powerful reciprocity of being seen, the feeling of being known.

“There’s no undoing what you did here tonight. Word will spread. Everyone will know.”

Mordred had warned him, but Merlin had only been thinking of Uther, Aredian, of all the people who would come after him.

He hadn’t actually stopped to think at all about the flip-side: that there were people who would hear his name and stand with him; that Merlin had allies out there as well as enemies; that coming out of hiding meant, maybe, Merlin and Arthur and his friends didn’t have to do all of this alone.

[shana-rosee]

UTHER WANTS EMRYS DEAD!!???? omg can u share a lil of that or ur current favorite line🥺

For some reason, the first line is ch.2, which is weird because I cannot find ch.1 and also this feels like the first chapter 😂

Everything was blurry as Arthur opened his eyes. He could make out various greens and dark pillars that, based on the feeling of wet soil under him were probably trees. His body ached all over as he tried to move, but then a hand appeared in front of him, gently pushing him back down. A husky voice whispered, “Don’t move, your injuries need more time to heal.” He tries to blink away the blurriness, but the sky is growing dark and all he can make out is piercing blue eyes.

WIP game

[rainbowsmagicandshit]

"We Don't Talk About Emrys" lyrics: a "We Don't Talk About Bruno" parody

So for the last like 1.5-2 years I haven't been singing as much as I used to due to medical stuff I'm still dealing with and vastly underestimated how that effected my singing voice. So, idk when/if I'll get a recording of my voice singing this posted and decided to just post the lyrics and put the recording on the back burner.

The lyrics have been changed for the most part bc when it got to the overlapping part, i decided that since it's hard to tell what's being sung, i could get away with some missing lines or that I could decide what to do when I got to that part. I left the who-sings-what in and the og lyrics that I put in strikethrough so you could get an idea of how it's supposed to be sung. Not feeling great right now, so I hope it's is understandable.

Thank you to @gazpachoandbooks for the idea you can find here and to @aloeverawrites for helping with the lyrics. If you're interested in seeing the progression of the lyric changes you can find it here. You can find the fic inspired by this on AO3 here. And finally, I only speak for myself, but I'm totally fine with you using these lyrics how you want and feel free to change them if you want to. I won’t be offended. Maybe give credit, but if you want to use them, have fun.

lyrics under the cut

[Pepa:]

We don't talk about Emrys, no, no, no

We don't talk about Emrys, but

It was my wedding day It was many years ago

[Félix:]

It was our wedding day It was so long ago

[Pepa:]

We were getting ready The awaited day arrived

And there wasn't a cloud in the sky

[Félix:]

No clouds allowed in the sky Emrys was finally born

[Pepa:]

Emrys walks in with a mischievous grin The earth called out welcoming him to life

[Félix:]

Thunder!

[Pepa:]

You're telling the story or am I? The world came to life around him!

[Félix:]

I'm sorry, mi vida, go on What a miraculous day

[Pepa:]

Emrys says, "It looks like rain" Welcomed him with a shower of rain

[Félix:]

Why did he tell us? The start of a new age

[Pepa:]

In doing so, he floods my brain The birds all sang out his name

[Félix:]

We had to get the umbrellas We would be free from our cage

[Pepa:]

Married in a hurricane The journey to the Golden Age

[Félix:]

What a joyous day but anyway

[Pepa & Félix:]

We don't talk about Emrys, no, no, no

We don't talk about Emrys

[Dolores:]

Hey, grew to live in fear of Emrys stuttering or stumbling Hey, our lives were full of fear, but his presence stops our trembling

I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling You can always hear him ‘cause his mutterings like rumbling

I associate him with the sound of falling sand, Calling on the power of the ancient land, ch-ch-ch

It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling

Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Always running ‘round and trying to stop from fumbling

Grappling with prophecies they couldn’t understand Grappling with prophecies he couldn't understand

Do you understand?

[Camilo:]

Seven-foot frame, rats along his back dragons at his back

When he says your name, it all turns to black When he casts his spells, it all fades to black

Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Hey) Yeah, he’s all powerful, the prophesied immortal

[Pepa & Camilo:]

We don't talk about Emrys, no, no, no

[Dolores:]

No, no

[Pepa & Camilo:]

We don't talk about Emrys

[Dolores:]

We don't talk about Emrys

[Townsperson 1:]

He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead He controls the power of life and death, and can call forth lightning

[Ensemble:]

No, no

[Townsperson 2:]

He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said He killed two High Priestesses before he was 30

[Ensemble:]

No, no

[Townsperson 3:]

He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head He took out two undead armies with his dragon forged sword

[Ensemble:]

Hey!

No, no

Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read Your fate is sealed when you go against him

[Isabela:]

He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine He fought the sidhe when he was still just a teen for the life of the Once And Future King

He told me that my power would grow It is foretold that his power would grow

Like the grapes that thrive on the vine

[Abuela Alma:]

Óye, Mariano's on his way Oh, he’s magic incarnate

[Dolores:]

He told me that the man of my dreams It is said that he met Taliesin

Would be just out of reach to see into the future

Betrothed to another in the Crystal Cave

It's like I hear him, now He is a dragonlord

[Isabela:]

Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you He hatched the white dragon of Albion

[Dolores:]

({It's like I can hear him now,} ←this part is sung under last line) I can hear him now

[Mirabel:]

Um, Emrys

Yeah, about that Emrys

I really need to know about Emrys

Give me the truth and the whole truth, Emrys

[Camilo:]

Isabela, your boyfriend's here He’s the most powerful warlock to ever—

[Abuela Alma & Isabela:]

Time for dinner —walk the earth!

[Camilo:]

A seven-foot frame, rats along his back dragons at his back

[Pepa:]

It was my wedding day It was many years ago

[Félix:]

It was our wedding day It was so long ago

[Isabela:]

He told me that the life of my dreams He fought the sidhe when he was still just a teen

[Dolores:]

Grew to live in fear of Emrys stuttering or stumbling Our lives were full of fear, but his presence stops our trembling

[Camilo:]

When he says your name it all fades to black When he casts his spells it all fades to black

[Pepa:]

We were getting ready The awaited day came and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

[Félix:]

No clouds allowed in the sky (Or you could do the new line here “Emrys was finally born”)

[Isabela:]

Would be promised and some day be mine for the life of the Once And Future King

[Dolores:]

I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling You can always hear him cause his mutterings like rumbling

I associate him with the sound of falling sand, Calling on the power of the ancient land, ch-ch-ch

[Camilo:]

Yeah, he sees your dreams Yeah, he’s all powerful 

[Pepa:]

Emrys walks in with a mischievous grin (idk, you could leave it or change it.)

[Isabela:]

He told me that my power would grow It is foretold that his power would grow

[Dolores:]

It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling 

[Camilo:]

And feasts on your screams the prophesied immortal

[Félix:]

Thunder

[Pepa:]

You're telling the story or am I? The world came to life around him!

[Félix:]

I'm sorry, mi vida, go on What a miraculous day

[Isabela:]

Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, ({I'm fine} ←i didn’t know what to do with this little part)

[Dolores:]

Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Always running ‘round, trying to stop from fumbling

Grappling with prophecies they couldn’t understand Grappling with prophecies he couldn't understand

Do you understand?

[Abuela Alma:]

Óye, Mariano's on his way Oh, he’s magic incarnate

[Pepa:]

Emrys says, "It looks like rain" Welcomed him with a shower of rain

[Félix:]

Why did he tell us? The start of a new age

[Camilo:]

Seven-foot frame, rats along his back dragons at his back

[Isabela:]

He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine He fought the sidhe when he was still just a teen for the life of the Once And Future King

[Dolores:]

He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach It is said that he met Taliesin to see into the future

[Pepa:]

In doing so, he floods my brain The birds all sang out his name

[Félix:]

Abuella get the umbrellas We would be free of our cage

[Camilo:]

When he says your name it all fades to black When he casts his spells it all fades to black

[Dolores:]

Betrothed to another, another in the Crystal Cave

[Camilo:]

Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams Yeah, he’s all powerful, the prophesied immortal

[Pepa:]

Married in a hurricane The journey to the Golden Age

[Félix:]

What a joyous day

[Isabela & Dolores:]

{And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine} ←idk. I was planning on just skipping this line and hoping it still sounded good without it

[Ensemble:]

He's here He’s near

Don't talk about Emrys

[Mirabel:]

Why did I talk about Emrys?

[Ensemble:]

Not a word about Emrys

[Mirabel:]

I never should have brought up Emrys

[kathreia]

Ascent of the White Dragon

my AO3 fic has started its weekly upload schedule!

summary: Eight months after the repeal of the magic ban, Merlin and Arthur continue the rhythm of their status quo, with Merlin ever the constantly-ordered-around manservant to King Arthur. But when two diplomats are murdered in Camelot, Arthur must salvage relations with the mysterious “Queen of Demetae,” even if it means brokering a marriage alliance between himself and a legendary sorcerer, Emrys.

aka Merlin's "Emrys" identity gets betrothed to King Arthur, and Merlin desperately tries to put a stop to it without exposing his secret magic or identity or any of the other hundred secrets he'd kept since becoming Arthur's manservant.

~ new chapter every Sunday ~

chapters posted: 2/18

word count (chapters 1 & 2): 10,094

read ch. 1 on ao3: “The Strangers from Demetae”

read ch. 2 on ao3: “The Deal with Demetae”

[edensflower]

@lifesver: you broke my heart, you know that? / ok well what if i said ch 2. he's just teasing there's not (too many) hard feelings anymore

The two of them are sat on the front porch, one of Leland’s legs stretched out in front of him, both of them polishing off cheap bottles of beer. The silence is amicable despite the last twenty years having gone by with nothing more than the occasional check-in phone call exchanged. They didn’t end in a blow-out fight so much as they fizzled out, the new and shiny spark that had drawn Saki to Leland quickly extinguished once it became it too familiar. 

Saki swallows the last of his beer and leaves the bottle at his feet, rubbing his arms from the cold. Leland, ever the gentleman, shucks his jacket off and drapes it over Saki’s shoulders. It doesn’t quite fit like the letterman used to. His fingers itch for the pack of smokes that he left tucked in Emrys’s back pocket.

“Surprised that you haven’t settled down yet,” Saki murmurs as he slips his arms into the jacket and pulls it tight around him. “I expected you to have a couple kids with three more on the way.” He smiles softly, or as softly as he can, when he meets Leland’s eyes. Saki had always had a soft spot for Leland; he had wanted to find him content, arm in arm with a pregnant wife and coaching football, beloved and fulfilled. But he’s just as fucked up as the rest of them.

Leland shakes his head with a laugh, tousling his hair and taking another swig of beer. “Nah,” he glances sideways at Saki, a little grin creasing his features, smile lines prominent. “How could I? You broke my heart, you know that?”

Saki gives Leland a playful slap to the bicep, their shared laughter filling the air around them. He knows Leland isn’t entirely joking, though; they were hot and heavy for a while, before Saki craved something, anything new. Anything not tied to that stupid, fucking house.

“We never would have worked,” Saki counters, pulling his knees to his chest and curling his arms around him, resting his cheek there. “You think I could’ve managed marriage? Kids?” Saki presses his thumbs into his knees, tilts his head to give Leland a small smile. “You were a good boyfriend, for what it’s worth.” 

[oohnotvery]

Yours and Mine (This Is Our Time) on AO3: Ch. 8

It’s a little strange, sleeping beside another man, Mulder considers as he shifts on the sofa bed for the hundredth time. Emry hasn’t moved in hours but Mulder senses the man hasn’t fallen asleep. So that’s one difference between them: Mulder is a restless worrier; Emry is an unmoving brooder.

By the whistle of the wind and the dropping temperatures inside the cabin, it seems the storm outside hasn’t let up. Every hour or so, Mulder jumps out of bed to stoke the fire, but they’re running out of wood. He places another log into the hearth and reasons they have another twelve hours or so before they need an alternate source of heat.

He’s shuffling back to the bed when Emry finally stirs, causing him to pause and take a seat by the fire instead of joining him on the mattress.

“Can’t sleep?” Emry asks hoarsely. He sounds exhausted.

Mulder grunts. “Too damn cold,” he replies, grabbing a blanket from the foot of the bed and throwing it around his shoulders.

“And I keep thinking about what we’ll do if Alan or Marston shows up,” Emry says quietly.

Mulder hums. “I keep thinking about what we’ll do when that wood runs out.”  

As the fire sparks higher, feeding off the new log, Emry looks over at him. He nods grimly and they fall silent, each contemplating the very bleak state of affairs.

“So,” Emry eventually says, “it didn’t work out between you two? Even after all those years?”

Mulder bites the inside of his cheek as he catches a glimpse of the longing in Emry’s warm, brown eyes. “Uh, well,” he says, stretching a little. His shoulders feel extraordinarily tight. “It actually did work out for a long time, although it took years to get there.” God, how to explain those years?

Emry hesitates. “How long since you two—broke up?”

Mulder winces. He isn’t a fan of the term broken up. It sounds so . . . Gen-Z. So callous and unfitting for the actual circumstances of what happened between him and Scully. And could you ever really break up with your soulmate?

“It’s been about two years,” he calculates, swallowing hard.

A beat. “And you’ve kept working together?” Mulder doesn’t miss the incredulity in Emry’s voice.

He shakes his head. “Only over the past six months. We, uh, we didn’t talk much for about a year and a half.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” Mulder agrees. “Although it’s not uncommon to have . . . rifts in a partnership.” He pauses, considering his words, considering the rift that led to Scully walking out of their house two years ago. “Some rifts just take a larger toll than others.”

He feels, rather than sees, Emry grimace. “I can relate. We, uh—Gemma and I haven’t spoken in almost a month.”

Mulder nods. “So I’d heard.”

Emry smiles wryly. “Oh, yes. I’m person-of-interest number one.”

Mulder shrugs easily. “You’re just the easiest choice. You and she are close. There’s a big fight. She goes missing . . . .”

“No, I get it,” Emry says easily, then pauses. “The first time I’d spoken to Gemma since our fight was actually down in that basement. I hadn’t—we’d ended things on really bad terms. I wouldn’t blame her if she hates me.”

Mulder shakes his head kindly. “She doesn’t hate you,” he promises, meeting Emry’s disbelieving gaze. “For a partnership like yours, there’s no place for hatred, even in the worst moments. What was the fight about?”

Emry sighs heavily and rakes his hands down his face. “She, ah, she got temporarily reassigned. Just for two weeks, I think, but she was off in California for a while. We didn’t get to talk much. And when she came back, I found out there was some stuff that went down on assignment that put her in a bad place. She hadn’t told me.” His voice drifts off. “I was . . . upset.”  

Mulder won’t assume he knows what they fought about, but he remembers vividly how painful it was when Scully got assigned to Peyton Ritter, how she came back with a gunshot wound to her stomach, how outrageously bitter he was about it all. How possessive. Concern can quickly devolve into jealousy, and he remembers with a hint of regret how feral he felt when he saw Scully for the first time in that hospital bed.

“It sounds like you need to talk to her,” Mulder offers, wincing as he thinks about how infrequently he and Scully ever took time to have a real conversation about their feelings. “Scully and I didn’t do that enough. But it could’ve saved us some heartache, I bet. If I’d told her everything I was feeling back then. If I’d done that two years ago, even.”

Emry shrugs. “Now’s not really the right time for conversations.”

Mulder meets his eyes and shakes his head slowly. “It’s easy to think that. But then one day, you may be like me, wondering why the hell you didn’t take the time to talk to her when you had it. When she was around. When she was willing to listen.” When her heart wasn’t closed off to you.

A shadow appears in his peripheral vision and he turns to see Scully and Gemma shuffling into the living room.

Scully’s smile is Mona Lisa-mysterious. “I’m sure Mulder and I could give you two some space,” she says roguishly, and Mulder suddenly feels lighter. It’s been a little while since he’s seen Scully smile like she is now.  

“You feeling better, Gem?” Emry asks, trying to rise from the bed.

The woman smiles wanly, her face pale in the firelight. “Just a little too cold back there.”

Scully stares at Mulder enigmatically and he wonders how much she heard of their conversation. “Care if we join you two by the fire?” she asks, that smile lingering.

Mulder’s lips crack into a grin. “Nothing would make us happier.”

[vellichor-virgo]

the magic gang: character intros

after rambling incoherently about the magic gang for weeks, i finally decided to sit down and make an intro post for them! i wasn’t a big fan of how their picrews turned out, so you’re gonna get fake tweets instead!

they don’t belong to any particular WIP — they just live in a universe that is basically an amalgamation of some of @gaybigael's & my favourite fictional universes and attend a boarding school for magical creatures. and i like to write about their various shenanigans. :)

everything to do with them can be found under the tags magic gang, circle of hurt (an ongoing piece about them that will be posted on tumblr eventually), and their individual tags (linked below)

i don’t know if i should make a taglist for them (let me know if you want to be on one!) but i’ll tag a couple people who seemed interested in them under the cut!

ADREANNA BELL

(aka: Drea, Dre, and D, because her friends never actually call her by her given name. also countless 'little mermaid' nicknames, because they annoy her and Caelan finds that greatly amusing).

Species: Siren

Powers: Can shift into a more inhuman 'siren form' when submerged in water; hypnotic singing; and the deadly siren's kiss, which allows her to steal musical memories from people's minds.

Rapid-fire backstory description: Her siren mother abandoned her and her human father when she was a baby. Because of this, her father was extremely distant throughout her entire childhood and taught her to hide her powers at all times.

Rapid-fire personality description: Artistic, mysterious, distant, self-loathing but not in a dramatic way, thinks she doesn't have emotions (is consistently proven wrong). Likes sketching and photography (and obviously music).

LILLIAN CARSTAIRS

Species: Nephilim

Powers: The ability to use runes

Rapid-fire backstory description: Nothing special — she was born into a Nephilim family and her parents are divorced, but she's not angsty about it

Rapid-fire personality description: can and will cut you, not afraid of anything, brash, sharp-tongued, swears like a sailor, pretends not to love her friends, actually loves them very much

CAELAN QUINN

Species: Light elf

Powers: Can control light — he likes to turn invisible to scare people, and has a tendency to glow when he's excited

Rapid-fire backstory description: Was born in Norway and had a very privileged upbringing in California.

Rapid-fire personality description: Not afraid of anything, but in a dumb way; has about two brain cells on a good day; wants to make out with just about every person he ever sees; has never made a wise decision in his entire life; unfairly charming, friendly, and funny; easily the most popular member of the gang

SABINA CONNERS

Species: Nature sprite

Powers: Can control plant life (& can fly a little with her wings)

Rapid-fire backstory description: She grew up in a remote faerie village in rural Ireland, with zero human contact.

Rapid-fire personality description: The sweetheart of the group, giggly, bubbly, unfailingly kind, a little bit naive, fascinated by everything to do with humans

LEONARDO "LEO" ALMEIDA SOLANO

Species: Water sprite

Powers: Can control water (to an extent)

Rapid-fire backstory description: His biological (faerie) family abandoned him in the human world as a baby, and he was subsequently taken into a human family who raised him in Brazil.

Rapid-fire personality description: Levelheaded, easygoing, the group therapist/the one who keeps the others from going to jail or the hospital, possesses most of the group's communal brain cells (he usually shares them with Adreanna), eternally fed up with their shit but also will follow them to the ends of the earth

EMRYS ASHFALL

Species: Faerie

Powers: Glamouring

Rapid-fire backstory description: Grew up in Faerieland as a member of a prominent noble family.

Rapid-fire personality description: romantic, creative, sometimes talks like he's in a Shakespeare play, likes to write poetry, is basically a Disney prince come to life but with 50000x more respect for women, one of those guys who will start talking about how much he loves his girlfriend completely unprompted

AKINA O'CONNELL

Species: Witch

Powers: Telekinesis, and the ability to cast spells & brew potions

Rapid-fire backstory description: Her mother is a witch and her father is human; her parents divorced when she was little and she was raised by her dad.

Rapid-fire personality description: sweet, shy, indecisive, head in the clouds, always in some sort of romantic predicament

NIKOLAI "NIK" PETROV

Species: Human (Changeling)

Powers: None

Rapid-fire backstory description: He was born into a normal human family in Russia, but as a baby was stolen by faeries who adopted him as their own child & raised him in Faerieland.

Rapid-fire personality description: Moody, snappish, sharp-tongued, incredibly closed-off but also incredibly sensitive, doesn't trust easily, has a lot of emotional Turmoil™️ around the concept of magic and magical creatures

———————

i'll tag a couple people who seemed interested in finding out more about them (i hope that's okay!)

@cream-and-tea @magic-is-something-we-create @chaotic-queer-disaster @sleepyowlwrites (just because you also have a gang of kiddos)

[kessilover]

Favourite Mergana scenes: 2/?

[aceofwonders]

D&D Aesthetics | Academy Campaign ↳ Emrys Valastair

[solarisrenbeth]

MC moodboards 2/?

emrys caro (they/them) // faith of gods by @faithofgods

[vintage--lilacs]

“Cenred offered you a position of nobility. Riches and luxuries that you're not afforded here. He would have spoiled you, provided you any pleasure in exchange for your service.”

 Arthur raked a hand through his hair. 

“I can’t give you those things. My father would laugh at me if I suggested giving you a title or land. Perhaps when I’m king I can promote you—”

“Arthur.”

“—but that won’t be for years. Until then, all I can offer you is my word. No, wait. I can do more.” 

With a jerking motion, Arthur strode to his desk and pulled out a map of Camelot from the haphazard pile of ever-present documents.

 “You can pick out an estate now. There’s valuable land in the north—” he cut himself off. “No, it’s too close to Cenred’s lands. We’ll find you something else. I’ll have Geoffrey draft the document, but I can’t officially bequeath it to you until after I’m crowned—”

“Arthur!” Merlin snapped. “I don’t want any land! Or a title.”

[julienkzlv]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @rhyslovespopcorn​ anytime, anywhere!

“Do you know about the Vodnik?” The question is sprung out of nowhere. They’re cruising in JD’s car and are driving past the lake, looking for any particular oddities at this time of night. The body of water, silent and dark as it sits below street-level, just happened to remind him of an old bedtime story his grandfather used to tell him.

[kathreia]

Ascent of the White Dragon | Chapter 5 - Annwn’s Grace

I posted this chapter on Monday to do proper final edits, bc it's one of my favorites and I wanted to do it justice :D enjoy and thank you for your patience!

also I just noticed that the Emrys-Arthur chapter titles have so far been “[etc.]’s [noun].” wow look at me (accidentally) connecting subject matter via syntax /lh

word count (ch. 5): 6,800

~ new chapter every Sunday ~

read on ao3

“Now, this…” a burly, broad-shouldered lord said with sweeping hands. Below an aged face and its looming gray-brown beard, the man wore an azurine tunic, clasped with four gilt roses. No doubt, he was Lord Elis ap Cledwyn, seated next to Camelot’s king. The lord’s decades-full (and seemingly decades-long) regales entirely commanded Arthur's attention.  

Correction: almost entirely.

Emrys proved as captivating as he was mythical to the luncheon guests. Everyone still gawked at him, whispered about him, tripped over their feet near him, wouldn’t shut up about him. And Arthur wasn’t immune. He would shoot glances over to the man seated at his right—his betrothed—probably every other sentence Lord Elis rambled.

“I remember riding home from Gawant more than twenty years ago—that was when I first learned of the attack on Neaferne,” Lord Elis said, somewhat detached as he sifted through his memory.

The cool breeze carried the savory smell of frittered fish and leftover meat dumplings. It started to annoy Merlin. His collar felt stuffy in his tunic, bearing turbid gray-blue designs and a reddish, earthy brown like a coveted foggy topaz. He wished that he wasn’t surrounded by—and dressed in—the memory of heat and attention. Merlin tilted his cup for a sip and noticed Arthur’s gaze flick over to him. He accidentally met Arthur’s weird look and he cursed his damn awkward life as they both averted their eyes.

“Inevitably, the road yielded fellow travelers, who yielded traveling mouths,” Lord Elis eventually continued. “Only then did I realize all that activity in Gawantian forges was to supply the campaign of another kingdom—Camelot!”

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