#hyl answers

[missholloween]

I wanna hear about the au. No pressure though.

Okay so. Pulp roleswap au!!!! The Brick Family are now the inhabitants of the Blazing World and viceversa.

The Cavendish siblings are the children of Itzal, the owner of one of the most reknown newspapers in all of New York. Although the publication is popular, there is a general feeling of discontent in the office, as Itzal's strong hand rules. There is no place for imagination, nor any type of personality. News have to be objective, tangible, real... But the Cavendish know life can be more than that.

That's why they decide to publish one of their stories in the paper: it's a tale of fantasy and fiction they've been working on for years, a scapegoat from the gray reality they live in. To make their tale pass as real, they decide to include the famous astronomer Sia Laplace, one of the most well-known figures in her camp who Margaret admires.

(I haven't done Sia's design yet, I'll do it later today/next week)

Once the Cavendish manage to convince Kal, Itzal's right hand and Dakkar's best friend, to take their story into print, their life takes an enormous turn: Their story finally gets their own writing into the spotlight, recognized as such. They also manage to snap the attention of different people, like Rose Startford, a reknown fiction author who feels deep kniship with their story, or Sia Laplace, that comes to New York to ask for an explanation.

After some betrayals and some impossible actions, Rose, Margaret, Dakkar and Sia part to adventures that will lead them to space, the ocean and many, many more places.

Other swaps include Alhaam as Anna, Addison as AJ and SAMUEL, ANNA AND JOHN AS TRAVELERS TOO! Imagine John going to a Rose in the Brick Satellite (or whatever Sia is working on with Alhaam) and creating the stars for her, showing her Polaris instead of an Ipomea, or Samuel and Rose's reunion in episode 4. To be honest, I wanted to give them magic ways (Samuel deserves protection and creation magic, as well as Rose). Given that the Startfords are storytellers, I was picturing them with either Creation or Illusion magic, or maybe both of them. I had also though of Rose using a pseudonym as an author, another way of connecting with Samuel even if she doesn't remember (as well as dressing more masc, as she'd probably have to pretend to be a guy. I think Rose deserves to be gnc).

But I don't know!!!! I'm really fond of this idea, and I want to keep working on it. I think there's so much potential to explore different relationships with it (and angst potential. But also Samuel still lives, and that's all I need rn)

[eternal-haunt]

🧠 :: fvby huzdlyz hyl clyf pualylzapun

🧠 :: p ovwl fvb sprl aol xblzapvuz p npcl fvb p ohcl h sva tvyl

🧠 :: iba hufdhf

🧠 :: t!h lclyfvul mvynlaz dov fvb hyl mvy h khf

A -> #?

It took a short while to decode this. Although this world's Nelly is quite familiar with Caesar Cipher. So, I shall translate this for you.

"Your answers are very interesting. I hope you like the questions I give you. I have a lot more. But anyway. M!A everyone forgets who you are for a day."

This will be a very quiet day.

[ghostieblotts]

If it's not too late <3!

HYL!! o/ o/ o/

1. First impression of you? Okay so the first post of yours that I remember seeing (that I know was you at least) was your post saying about your cosplay for ISKI, so it was "oh I love how people are cosplaying for the show, this looks so cool, wouldn't it be awesome if I ran into this person?" So in person it was a bit like "wait a minute I think that might be them???" Which quickly became being very relieved that you were so cool (bc the social aspect of ISKI was something I was nervous about!)

2. Have I told irls about you? Sooooooooo many times oh my goodness. People around me definitely know who you are.

3. Did I ever crush on you? (About /p friend crushes again) Okay so this was kind of a funny one because like. In like September/October time obviously it had been months since when we first actually met and I already (though tentatively because I'm awful at being able to tell) considered us friends, but I also had like the BIGGEST friend crush on you since we were starting chatting more. I remember being kinda baffled by it at the time lmao (very sappy I know. Local man rediscovers the magic of friendship)

4. Current impression of you? CERTIFIED LEGEND. You're such a brilliant friend and so ridiculously cool, it's unreal. It's such a joy talking to you, and also you are an absolute genius I swear. You're such a great writer and analyst. And the perfect person to send my dumb out-of-pocket nonsense to <3 (i am so sorry lmao)

Send me a <3 and I will answer these questions!

[vedma-s-vostoka]

Ol'z uva klhk. Ulpaoly hyl fvb.

Aol nsvclz hyl jvtpun vmm. Dl hylu'a wshfpun huftvyl.

Dhrl bw.

Wslhzl.

There's not much of an answer whoever sent this mockery gets from Ved'ma - she just shrugs if off with a quiet "Да пошли вы нахуй".

Marusya is not impressed.

[golden-earcuffs]

Zohrlzwlhyl zhpk "Npcl zvyyvd dvykz; aol nyplm aoha kvlz uva zwlhr dopzwlyz aol v'ly-myhbnoa olhya huk ipkz pa iylhr."Aohur fvb mvy jvukvslujlz.Flho fvb'yl uva luapaslk iba pa'z nvvk av ruvd P't zapss pu fvby tpuk. Uk flho vuspul jshzzlz hyl zbjo h ivypun aopun av kv, iba olyl p ht mvy mbu 😂

That's a beautiful quote.

I'm sorry that this message isn't coded, I just haven't been getting a single minute for past few days, I'm so sorry for not answering this sooner.

[lovingmyselfcore]

Chapter 2

Did I only have 800 words of this until like two hours ago? Yes. Is it after 2 am? Yes. Could I have done school work instead of this? Yes. Should I be posting this now and not wait until morning when I can proofread religiously? Probably not but it’s here anyway. Is this unedited? Mostly. Do I have a beta? Never. We die like men here. Is this chapter good? Idk. Is it? 

They were all riding on a high as they drove back to the rink.

Nico couldn’t tell who it was, but someone was definitely screeching. Hazel had an arm slung across his shoulder, she wasn’t exclaiming her excitement, which he appreciated, but every time someone mentioned their win she squeezed his shoulder. Which was a lot. 

“We should facetime Annabeth,” Piper McLean called loudly in order to be heard over the excited screaming.

“Yes.” Hazel nodded, “But I feel like we should wait-” She winced when someone accidentally elbowed her in the ribs, “Until we get back and out of this van.”

Nico nodded his agreement, curling back from everyone as best he could. It wasn’t that he didn’t share their enthusiasm but they were too loud about it. Way too loud.

Hazel angled herself in front of Nico when the clamor picked up a new wave. It didn’t do much to shield him but the sentiment was appreciated. 

The van rolled to a stop in front of the rink and they all pushed their way out. He saw Piper wave to the driver before racing inside.

“Let’s put all our stuff in the locker rooms then meet in the lobby and call Annabeth before we call it a night.” Hazel flashed him a smile as they separated.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Annabeth!” Hazel exclaimed when the other girl finally picked up. Annabeth honestly looked like she’d been through some shit these past few days. She set her phone down as she wrestled her hair into a ponytail so all that they could see was the white ceiling and the occasional flash of Annabeth’s elbow.

Annabeth picked her phone back up and smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “How’d you guys do?”

“We won!” Came a chorus of shrieks.

Annabeth laughed, “That’s amazing. I’m not surprised either, you had Nico.” She winked at him and Nico allowed himself a small smile.

Thankfully, the attention was directed away from Nico when Piper spoke up, “Annabeth, you don’t look so hot. Is everything okay?”

Annabeth grimaced, “A little better.” When it was clear she wasn’t going to elaborate the conversation went back to their win.

“Nico was amazing out there, you should have seen him,” Calypso said and the others voiced their agreement.

Nico hung his head to hide his flushed face. 

He heard Annabeth laugh, but it wasn’t mocking. “I’m sure he was.”

When Calypso yawned, despite her best efforts at hiding it, it spread around the group quickly.

Annabeth laughed, "You guys should all go to bed. I'll talk to you later. And congratulations on an amazing job, I'm so proud of you."

They said their goodbyes, some waves, some blown kisses, and some mimed hugs.

Nico stood up and side-hugged Hazel, waving goodbyes to the others, and left the rink. He almost sighed at the comforting sight of his motorcycle. It had been a long day, and he just wanted to relax.

~~~~~~~~~~

Nico got home and automatically knew something was different, as he took off his winter coat and hung it up he scanned the hallway and what little he could see of the living room. “Dad?” He called, “Persephone?” He didn’t expect them to respond, it was late and they both worked in the morning.

Someone was in the kitchen, though, and he walked lightly. When he finally saw her he sighed with a light laugh. “Hey, Reyna. How did you even get in here?”

She turned from her rummaging in the cabinets to grin at him, “Don’t worry about it.”

Nico jumped up to sit on the counter, “Oh I already know how. ‘Sephone and Dad love you.”

Reyna laughed, “That they do.”

She went back to her scavenging and he was about to ask if she was looking for anything in particular when she spoke, “We didn’t get to talk after the performance but you killed it out there.”

Nico looked at her and let himself smile a little and even though she wasn’t looking at him she smiled. “Yeah?” He asked, turning so he couldn’t see her face and if she looked over she couldn’t see his.

“Of course you were! Nobody expected any less, except maybe you.” A hint of sadness in her voice that Nico had no idea what to do with so he ignored it.

“We called Annabeth once we got back to the rink, that’s why I’m later than I normally would be.”

Reyna hummed, finding a box of cereal and holding it triumphantly in the air.

“Cereal? Why.”

She stuck her middle finger in his direction at his tone as she tore the box open.

She gestured and he got the memo, sliding off the counter and walking with her to his room.

“How is Annabeth anyway?” She sat down on his bed, sticking her hand in the box of cinnamon toast crunch. 

He sat down next to her, taking his shoes off and tossing them in the vague direction of his closet.

“She’s doing okay, I think. You know, considering.”

Reyna nodded thoughtfully, “Did she say anything about how they’re doing? How Percy’s doing?”

Nico shook his head, “Not explicitly. It didn’t look like she’d been crying though so that could mean everybody’s okay. All she said was ‘A little better’ so,” He trailed off, watching amused and Reyna ate dry cereal with a serious expression on her face.

“Don’t judge me, Di Angelo.”

“I’m definitely judging you.”

She shook her head ruefully, “I know you are.”

“So, talking to anybody I need to know about?” She said suddenly.

Nico snorted, “Nope. You?”

She sighed, “Me either.” She slid along the bed until she was laying flat on her back, spilling some of the cereal in the process. “I never have luck with love.”

“Well,” Nico said, taking the box of cereal from her before she could make a bigger mess. “Let’s make a pact. If we’re both single by the time we’re 30 we’ll get married.”

Reyna tried to snatch the box back from him but he held it away from her, “Promise me.”

She sighed, “27?”

“Sure.”

“Great. I can’t wait to marry you.” Her laugh was full of exaggerated pain. “Now give me back my cereal. I’ll kill you.”

“Why do I feel like you're on something or drunk and are just hiding it from me.”

She narrowed her eyes and kept her hand out until he returned the cereal. She smiled like a child and was about to stick her hand back in when her phone started ringing.

She dug it out of her pocket with murder-eyes and murmured a curse before answering, “Hey, Hylla.”

Nico raised his eyebrows in slight concern. Reyna looked like a scolded puppy.

“Yes, Hyl. I know it’s late. Yes. No, I’m running away with the wolves.” She ended drily. “I’ll head home, I promise. No, I’m not lying. I’ll leave soon.”

She looked at Nico once the call ended and wailed dramatically.

“You are drunk aren’t you. You’re not acting like yourself at all.”

“Maybe a little,” She whispered. “I just felt lonely for some reason.”

Nico pursed his lips, “Yeah. I get that. And I’ll drive you home, I’m not letting you drive.”

She smiled and opened her mouth but Nico cut her off, “Yes, you can keep the cereal.”

~~~~~~~~

The next morning Nico came downstairs to breakfast waiting for him. His Dad and step-mother knew that the forced family dynamic where they ate together made him uncomfortable, he’d never had that and it didn’t fit who they were anyway.

But there was a plate of breakfast for him. 

Persephone was sitting on the couch, hands curled around a mug, eyes closed as she soaked in the sunlight in a fashion that was very similar to her plants.

She opened her eyes when he came downstairs and smiled warmly, “The food’s for you. You can take it upstairs if you’d like.”

He nodded thanks and was halfway up the stairs again when she spoke, “You did amazing last night. Really. It was breath-taking.” She was looking at him.

“Thank you,” He turned away, voice hoarse.

When he looked back her eyes were closed again.

~~~~~~~

Nico was sitting at his desk, picking at his half-eaten plate and half-heartedly doing the work he should be paying a lot of attention to when his phone buzzed.

Will Solace: Hey, I know you don’t really know me but I go to the same rink you do. I saw your performance last night, it was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen.

Immediately Nico clicked on his profile and stifled an actual gasp. It was the cute hockey player who indeed played at the rink. The same hockey player who’d found Nico having a panic attack outside and talked him through it. The same hockey player whose eyes Nico could feel on him when he was skating. The same hockey player that when given the opportunity, Nico couldn’t stop staring at. And he had reached out to Nico, admittedly just to compliment him, but he hadn’t even brought up what had happened outside.

Nico Di Angelo: Thank you. I appreciate it.

Will Solace: Of course, you deserve it.

Nico didn’t know how to respond to that but his thumbs hovered over the small keyboard anyway. He was saved (or damned, depending on how you look at it) when Will messaged again.

Will Solace: I know we’re not supposed to be friends, but do you think we could be? You seem really cool.

Nico froze in the spot and it seemed like he forgot how to breathe. His thumbs hovered again before he exited the chat.

He spun around in his chair, “Pick up.” He whisper-begged, “Pick up please.”

“Hey, Nico! What’s up?”

“Hazel.” He gasped in relief, “Help me.”

“With what?” She asked, her voice going very low.

“I- um. Can you come over? I need you and Reyna.”

“Of course.” She said immediately. “Are you in any imminent danger?”

“What? No.”

“Oh, thank god. I was really worried. I’m coming as soon as possible,” She paused, “I’ll be over in like 15 minutes.”

That was basically how the conversation with Reyna went too, and soon Nico was left in the silence of his room, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for his basically-sisters to help him with his. Guy problem? No. This dude literally said the word friend. Why was this such an issue? He tried to logic this with himself but it didn’t work, he couldn’t respond on his own.

“Nico!” Persephone’s voice carried. “Reyna and Hazel are here!”

“Thanks!” He called back. He was never sure what to call her. Mom didn’t work, that was reserved for his birth-mother, who’d died a long time ago, but calling her Persephone didn’t feel right either, she was too much of his mother for that. Why was he even thinking about this?”

When Hazel and Reyna came into his room, they both looked like they’d fought hell to do it.

“Did you run here or something?” Nico asked. 

“Pretty much,” Reyna said, sitting at the edge of his bed. 

Hazel nodded her agreement and sat on the opposite edge of his bed. “We were worried.”

Looking at them both, he could tell they definitely had been. They’d dropped everything to come help him, and he hadn’t even explained what it was he needed help with. That thing curled around his heart and squeezed.

“It’s okay. Seriously. It’s just,” He trailed off, deciding to just show them. He handed his phone to Hazel first.

Her eyes lit up and she was laughing as she handed the phone to Reyna. “Nico, do you like this guy.”

Nico felt himself go red, “No! I just, I- '' He was so flustered and the way Reyna was looking at him and clucking her tongue like a (somehow) simultaneously proud and disappointed mother hen was not helping.

“This is adorable,” Hazel said finally.

Nico groaned and buried his head in his hands

Reyna nodded her agreement, “Nico, babe.” She and Hazel looked at each other, silently communicating. “This Will guy isn’t even asked you to fuck him or anything,” Hazel went light pink, but it was nothing compared to the flush on Nico’s skin. “He’s asking to be friends, talk to you a little more.”

“I can’t.” Nico said, “He’s a hockey player.”

Reyna shook her head sadly, “I hate that rule.”

“But it’s a rule,” Hazel mumbled.

“When have you not broken rules?” Reyna asked with a pointed stare.

“I can’t handle the ‘scandal’ that would be. The consequences. And besides,” His voice dropped about 8 octaves, “I’m not even out to some of the team yet.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. So,” She handed his phone to him, “You don’t have to block him yet or anything but you just don’t respond.”

Hazel nodded her agreement, and then Nico did too.

Reyna clapped her hands, “Great. Now,” She slid back so she was sitting up against the wall, “We’re all here so let’s just talk about random bull.”

“I like that plan.” Hazel spread herself out on the bed until she was comfortable.

Nico stood up from his desk chair and wormed his way between them. “Me too.”

~~~~~~~~~~

It was two in the morning. Prime time for bad decisions.

Hazel and Reyna had left a while ago, but once they left, he’d finally focused on the work he should be doing, pushing Will and everything out of his mind.

He’d resolved it in his mind, he just wasn’t going to message him back. That was it. The chances of seeing him again, especially without anybody else, were very, very slim. So. It was fine, no worries.

Until the clock hit two AM. Nico was sitting in the dark of his bedroom, staring at his phone. What was he doing? This was such a mistake.

Nico Di Angelo: You seem okay. So, yeah. We can be friends. But, nobody can know. We're not supposed to be able to stand each other.

For some, god-forsaken reason, Will responded only fifteen minutes later.

Will Solace: Thank you? Of course. :)

Nico cursed himself silently. What was he doing? He could get in so much trouble for this. In many different senses of that phrase.

When Will friended him on Snapchat and then sent him an insufferably adorable selfie Nico couldn't bring himself together.

This was a mistake, but this boy had helped him, had thought that his skills in the rink were amazing, and Nico couldn't stop texting him all night.

[hellyeahlucifer]

HYL Devilish Kris-Kringle 2020

EDITED TO FIX A LINK AND A DATE. (*ahem*)

THE DETAILS: + Just like a RL Kris-Kringle, you sign up and get given the name of another participant. + All characters, all ships are fair game. If you like them, request them. + Prompts lists are here - you need to pick one from each list. + All types of fan works are acceptable. + Fill out the signup sheet here but make sure you read this whole post first.

THE RULES: - you'll find a sack of coal under the tree if you don't follow these! + You must include all prompts. They can all be in 1 work or spread over several. + If you don't deliver your gift by the cut-off date, Midnight Christmas Eve in your time zone, you won't get a gift. + If you need to back out because of real life, please let me know ASAP so your giftee can still get something in their PMs, and we avoid the above situation. + Sign-ups close November 30, 2020 Midnight AEST (+10 GMT) - I'll send out matches on December 1, 2020 + Make sure your 'Anon' settings are turned on or you have an account where your KK'er can talk to you anonymously. + You need a tumblr, dreamwidth or AO3 account for me to contact you by via my accounts (tellemonstar on all 3.) + You must select the answer 'Raspberry' on the sign up form so I know you've actually read the rules.

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[spiritmaiden23]

WHY IS ZELDA SO CUTE

when hyl/////ia created her mortal flesh sack she meant to put a pinch of: 💝💘💕🎀🍬🌸🌷🍭🌺 to further womanipulate link but went "and i oop" and "accidentally" spills all of that in the process because it was hard to decide how much she had to put in for her plan to work

....

a nonidiot answer is this! she's a natural sunshine ENFP cutie pie! circumstances of growing up in a more ordinary background with cutest link as her bestest friend molded her to how she is as a person. she's just someone who expresses herself easily and doesn't hold back on that. but every z///el (tetra too hello) is cute in their own way. this one, just has a bit more UwU to her but i swear each elf has their own little cute charm!!

[hylianfury]

Imagining concubine link finding something and just thinking 'I guess red would like that and I have no need for it.' So he gives it to sidon who cant find words to react for ten minutes straight

Anon you’re brilliant. It’s 1am, I was supposed to be in bed but I couldn’t resist.

Link has no access to his personal properties right now but... I throw you this: Link actually crafting something for him. 

Sidon squinted, looking down at his ‘concubine’ and realizing he was hiding something under his dress, whatever it was there was a clear weird bulge right above his belt. Something... sharp. A knife, perhaps? Oh, well, the centenar carried weapons around all the time, if he wanted his neck it would have happened months ago.

Right?

It was only when they arrived in the room they shared that the prince finally decided to question the other about it... and Link only rolled over their bed, a wide grin plastered on his face.

“I see you are starting to pay attention to your surroundings. Good job, Red.”

“This doesn’t answer my question.” he only replied, frowning. Link had many secrets, he never bothered to hide it, and that was just going to be one of the many things he didn’t share, wasn’t it? Nope. The centenar took whatever he was hiding, something red, and tossed it in Sidon’s direction before rolling on his stomach with a grunt of pain and using a pillow as support. 

What in the name of Hyl... a toy?

He was now holding a little wooden shark, colored in red with nail paint. 

“So... I decided to show Lutera how to make some toys, actual ones, and when I had to pick an animal I was like: hell, sharks are a simple shape and I know their anatomy well since my roommate has a big fish as head. And then that happened. The kid insists in making her own toys now that I started teaching her how to carve, Enala promised she’ll help and... you can have it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a big kid too, you can have a toy. Consider it a present from this grumpy soldier.”

Sidon wanted to be offended, he really did, but at the same time he couldn’t take his eyes off the little wooden toy. Link probably did that as a joke but he still crafted an animal that was inspired by him, colored it and smuggled back in the room as.... uh....

His mind was filled with static, really, he didn’t know what to think. Sidon just stood there studying all the little dents in the wood, the way the red and white of the stomach separated perfectly. What was he even supposed to say if he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset?

“Don’t look at it like that, it’s just a silly thing. I promise I’m not trying to subtly imply I want to stab you, kid. You can throw it away, too, for all the effort that went in it.”

He sighed “You really know how to choose the most touching words, centenar Plant Plant.” Throwing that little thing away? No way, not now. .

Now all he needed was a good excuse to explain Link why he wasn’t going to get rid of it. And one for himself as well.

[volzaannir]

The 30 LDB questionnaire

So there was that 30 LDB questions ask meme floating around, and I decided to answer them all for the sake of character building and reference for myself skjfhksdjhf

Questionnaire below!

1. What is their background and backstory?

Signe was born in a small home in the Rift on the 9th of Evening Star, 4E 173, to Ragnar and Freyja, two Nords who abandoned their lives to be with each other and start a family. Ragnar (aka ‘Ragnar the Berserkir’) was an infamous mercenary in Skyrim, who would be hired through out the land and even some places beyond for his battle prowness and seemingly inability to fucking die. Freyja was an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood, an archer/mage type who was going to be chosen as the next Listener until she dropped all connections after meeting Ragnar.

She was raised a warrior and avid hunter by her father, and a novice mage and singer by her mother. Unfortunately, at the age of 6, a fire engulfed her home one night after sneaking out to climb trees. It killed both her parents and left a nasty scar on her face after some debris sliced it while trying to free the two. Signe was taken to Honorhall, where she was bullied most of the time by other kids and of course Grelod, some accusing her of starting the fire - even though she swears it was a dragon that had started it. They say grief can make a child believe many things.

At age 17, with only a few more months to go before getting kicked out of the orphanage, she encounters Brynjolf. He’s a few years older than her, and is on his own mission to prove that he’s a valuable asset to the Guild at such an age. She assists him in his little heist, and runs away to join the Guild.

At age 28, after a small mistake during a heist near the border to Cyrodiil, she attempts to cross the border to escape being caught. Of course this doesn’t work, and thus brings us to the events of the game!

2. What “class” do they follow (i.e. warrior, archer, mage, thief, etc.)?

She’s a warrior, archer, and thief! 

3. How do they feel about being Dragonborn- does the identity feel right for them and did they embrace it immediately? Do they consider themselves a true dragon?

At first, Signe took to it slowly, still rattled from the suddenness of it all. First Helgen, then needing to tell the Jarl, then fighting a dragon and absorbing its soul, then being yelled at by four old men at the top of a mountain, and being thrown into quests here and there for so many reasons. She takes to it easily and enjoys the bouts of praise here and there during the events of Dawnguard, but it’s not until after defeating Alduin that she realized how much of a toll it takes on her mentally. While the authority is nice, she’s still too humble to go about bragging about it to those who don’t know her off the bat. She wished she could have earned her reputation like her father, rather than becoming a legend overnight. 

4. At present, how are they perceived by the people of Skyrim? By the general population, and by different factions?

By the general public, she’s of course seen as a hero, but a hero that causes a little too much damage for what’s needed. Not to mention she’s chaotic, loud, disrespectful, sleeps around, and takes no shit. But they know she’s necessary.

She’s a constant contract by the Dark Brotherhood and Morag Tong, competition to fractions like the Comonna Tong and Summerset Shadows, and always pressured into joining the Companions. (She would, but they don’t offer a big enough thrill for her- not to mention the whole werewolf thing)  

5. How were they perceived before their Dragonborn identity became widely known?

She was a Thieves Guild member and Nightingale, so within the ranks she was looked up to and respected. Outside of the ratways, though, she was just any other Nord citizen; only few knew of her amorous adventures though, as she makes sure it’s kept under wraps.

6. How are they perceived by the major villains- Alduin, Harkon, Miraak, etc.?

Alduin: He sees her as he sees the LDB in game; an obstacle and threat he needs to eradicate.

Harkon: An asset that immediately turns into a threat when she refuses to help them.

Miraak: Similar to Alduin, but grows more and more frustrated with how skilled she is in her young, young age. 

7. How much do they utilize the power of Thu'um? Do they actively try to expand their inborn abilities through research and exploration? Or are they less invested?

Signe uses Aura Whisper like how we need to breathe to live. She uses it to see where she should either avoid or take caution of, as well as alert her followers where enemies may be! It helps for when she’s looting too, as she need to plan how to knock them out first. Signe doesn’t like to kill innocent folk. As for others, she uses Unrelenting Force mainly when she’s annoyed by something in her way, Dragon Aspect when the enemy is insanely powerful, and Storm Call when she needs a distraction! The Thu’um is useful, but she’s not heavily invested in it, until way later on in her journey after the events of Dragonborn.

8. If they were to invent a shout, what shout would they create? Bonus if you can come up with the words of the shout in dragon language.

It works similar or such to Dragon Aspect, but could like, literally turn you into a dragon for a short time. I thought since the DB has the blood and soul of a dragon, then with some effort surely they can call forth their soul to turn their flesh to match, right?

It would be a Shout containing some from of these words: Ofan (Bestow), Dov (Dragon), Slen (Flesh), Sil (Soul), Rii (Essence), Gron (Bind); I haven’t found an order that really ‘rings’ yet. 

Otherwise, it would be the name given to their dragon soul, like how you call to Odahviing. In Signe’s case, it would be ‘Volzaannir’: Vol (Horror), Zaan (Shout [as in yell, shriek, etc.]), and Nir (Hunt). All three words are reference to a barn owl, which is her pet/familiar, since they’re known for their horrific shrieking and astounding hunting skills.

9. Whether they are magical or not- if they were to invent a spell for their own uses, that does not already exist in Skyrim, what kind of spell would they come up with?

Conjure dragon familiar! A spectral dragon will appear to fight for you for 90 - 300 seconds.

10. Which factions are they aligned with? Including civil war sides, Thalmor, guilds etc.

Thieves Guild, Dawnguard (not active), and TECHNICALLY the Imperials even though she considers herself a neutral force who just wants this shit to end.

11. If they had a pet or magical familiar as in ESO (excluding the dogs in Skyrim) what creature would it be?

She actually already has one! It’s a barn owl named Hyl (Danish for ‘shriek’).

12. Which standing stone have they used for the longest and why?

Thief stone, since it levels up sneak and such easily. 

13. Dungeon delving- are they a fan? Do they do it for fun, or money, or just because of circumstance? Do they prefer Dwemer or Nordic ruins?

Signe did it in the past for the loot, and still kinda does, though after becoming Dragonborn it’s kinda become her daily tasks lmao. She’s more familiar with Nordic ruins, but Dwemer ruins are unique and fun to explore.

14. What is their personal favorite place in Skyrim- a town, hold, home, dungeon, or just a natural spot they happen to have a fondness for?

One is an area just above the Twilight Sepulcher, where you go to defeat the Guardian Bear in Kyne’s Sacred Trials; there’s a fairy ring and a shrine to Akatosh here, as well as a beautiful view!

Another one is where I also envision her old home being, before it was burnt down, as there are remains of a possible building there. It’s a little Northeast of Ivarstead, on top of a hill where you would meet a Whispmother.

15. What is their personal LEAST favorite place in Skyrim- somewhere that annoys them, or comes with bad memories, or otherwise?

Windhelm. It’s a beautiful city, of course, but the PEOPLE…. They’re just so awful and rude (Not including the Grey Quarter). Every time she’s there she always finds herself getting into a fistfight with some racist Nord asshole.

16. Where did they choose to live and what drew them there? Does it really feel like home?

She chooses to settle in Lakeview Manor, as it’s close to Riverwood - one of the only places Teldryn finds habitable, and she can agree. Although, she always finds herself missing the beautiful golden and red birch of the Rift. If she could have one of the homes from ESO in the Rift, she’d absolutely choose one of those. 

17. What’s their style- do they tend to wear armor and if so, what sort? Otherwise what’s their average day-to-day clothing?

Signe’s armor is an alteration of Nordic carved steel mixed with dragon scales/bones, and has a variety of rune engravings and patterns befitting a walking prophecy. Before being Dragonborn, she normally wore the usual Thieves Guild attire, or her Nightingale uniform. Her day to day wear is typically a comfy fitting tunic and pants with well worn boots, and her sleepwear is similar to a miner shirt, but longer and only the shirt.

18. Your Dragonborn is now an actual dragon- what do they look like? Do they possess any unique features or abilities?

OHHH YES I WAS HOPING FOR THIS KIND OF QUESTION.

Signe actually has a dragon form! But she doesn’t harness it till way later in the game, after all the main quests. Her Dragon Aspect form reflects some of it, however.

Her dragon form is called Volzaannir [see question 8 for details], and she’s what I would call a Crested Dragon; a dragon that is partially feathers, the end of their muzzle is beaked, and is a tad thinner to allow more fluid aerodynamics. She utilizes shouts that call upon more natural forces, or invoke fear/frenzy, or conjure a variety of types of thralls. (Storm Call is a common one, Animal Allegiance, Cyclone, Dismay, Drain Vitality, Marked for Death, Soul Tear, and sometimes Frost Breath if fighting head-on).

19. Which NPC have they killed and regretted it?

Signe doesn’t like to kill, at all. It stems far before she even joined the Thieve’s Guild, and was thankful that they valued that rule as well. But, just because she doesn’t like to, doesn’t mean she won’t; she has to survive after all, and that means killing when justified. 

She hasn’t regretted any of her intentional kills; however, she does mourn the loss of lives when they have become collateral damage. After a dragon attack, or rescuing travelers being attacked by bears, anything like that, there’s always lives she could not save in the pursuit of rescue. She often times feels survivors guilt - terribly so after Helgen, especially.

20. Which NPC have they killed and absolutely NOT regretted it (excluding the major villains)?

Ulfric and Mercer Frey.

Mercer was the first person she ever intentionally killed, driven near mad at the hurt from his betrayal. She squeezed his throat and held him under the water of Irkngthand, effectively drowning him slowly, eyes locked on his water-distorted face. The pure bloodlust she felt frightened her afterward, leaving her shaken and vowing to keep whatever that was under check.

She did not personally kill Ulfric, but she was the one who decided his fate in the end. When the Civil War is won, she summons Ulfric to death by Blood Eagle, and remains face-to-face with him until he dies - making sure her disappointment is the last thing he ever sees.

21. Do they worship any of the Divines, and if so, which do they have the strongest affinity for?

Kyne and Akatosh! (Or any name they go by in each culture). She mainly worships Kyne, feeling the strongest connection to her through culture, history, and soul.

22. Which Daedric Prince(s) do they end up most aligned to, if any? Which artifacts do they own and which do they actively make use of?

She aligns to Nocturnal majorly, thanks to being a Nightingale, and finds her to be surprisingly well-tempered and benevolent sometimes. Signe also finds herself more familiar with Azura, thanks to traveling with Teldryn most of the time - but she holds no judgement, and encourages worship if it brings others comfort or clearance.

While Nocturnal’s artifact, the Skeleton Key, is in its rightful place, she still holds the powers of Nocturnal’s Agents; typically switching between the Agent of Shadow and Subterfuge. 

23. Which non-Daedric artifacts/magical items do they make regular use of?

A Stahlrim bow, dragonbone arrows, dragonbone swords (dual wield, one has electrical damage and the other traps souls), and two Stahlrim daggers affectionately named Frostbite (frost damage) and Freezer Burn (fire damage).

24. How did they respond to Miraak and what do they feel about him? Do they regret killing him? Did they spare him?

She saw Miraak as a threat at first, obviously, but there is of course that melancholy feeling of wishing he wasn’t so power-obsessed… He is the only other Dragonborn she (or anyone, in the 4th Era) has ever met, and he could have helped her in her quests, in defeating Alduin, in teaching her how to live with these powers and their consequences - being a mentor. Signe had planned on sparing him, attempting to convince him to escape Apocrypha with her, to live a new life on Nirn… But in battle, when his mask falls off, she finally gets a solid glimpse at his soul through his eyes, and realizes his mind is too far gone to save. Too tortured, too desperate, too power-hungry. Death is the kindest thing she could give him, while still keeping Nirn safe.

25. Which of the Dragon Priest masks do they favor and wear the most? If the answer is Konahrik, pick the second favorite too.

Signe doesn’t wear the masks, as she feels there’s too much evil floating around in them, no matter how fuckin’ cool they look. She’s not against the Dragon Priests themselves, just that the history and power held within the specific masks makes her anxious and uncomfortable. If she were to create her own (and she does), then she would wear it.

26. Which follower(s) would they never go anywhere without? On a personal level, what is their relationship with the follower(s) in question like and why do they stick with them?

TELDRYN. SERO. He’s her partner in crime, the only one brave enough to be her damage control, and who's always been at her side at the worst of times… and still willingly chooses to be. Signe met him when she was delivering a letter to Glover from Delvin (well before the main quest, but after Dawnguard), and decided to rest a bit in the Retching Netch overnight before heading back to Skyrim. His stupid charm and humor was enough to convince her to let him tag along, and she’ll never regret it.

Not only does she find out later on that he used to be good - if not best - friends with her father, the two of them being infamous mercenaries for hire in their respective countries. They slowly fall in love, cliche I know, but trust me - after the shit they’ve been through and bond over, how could they not?

27. If your Dragonborn were an in-game boss fight, what would their lair be like? What enemies would help them in the fight (if any) and what quest might lead to another hero having to fight them?

Ohhhohohoo boy, this one’s a fun one. 

First off, her lair would be similar to ruins like Skuldafn, or the Blades headquarters, somewhere difficult to get to and holding this ancient aesthetic to it. Either that, or her very own plane of Oblivion, a pocket containing a strange mix of both Apocrypha, the Evergloom, and the Quagmire. A place of knowledge and wisdom and history that still holds unimaginable terror and secrets and madness. 

What could lead to battling her perhaps is due to how she devotes her life after the events of Skyrim; seeking to bring forth her dragon blood and soul forth to not only give her a dragon form, but extend her life as well, as she has an underlying fear of death. If she cannot go to Sovngarde and be with her parents due to her soul being promised to Daedric Princes, then the afterlife is not something she looks forward to. However, she did not anticipate the toll an extended life would take on her human mind. Perhaps Teldryn and Ondolemar passed away somehow and she can’t bring herself to take another lover, she can’t make friends because she knows she’ll see them die too, and dragon companions to not hold the same kind of compassion or humor or affection her fellow mortals could. 

She becomes reckless, often times falling into episodes of paranoia and madness, and people have noticed. Some worship her like the Dragon Priests in ancient times, but the others fear what she may be capable of. Signe may have holed herself away in that lair of hers, but the public still fears her power, and knows she was not meant to live as long as she has. Soldiers and mages and wizards and heroes alike are sent to grant her death, but are never successful, as her insanity and fear has brought her to sending dragons of all kinds after anyone who dares try and approach her with malice-intent. If your aura holds no hostility, however, you could be lucky and hold a conversation with a possible demi-god such as her; beware, as her dragons watch over your every move from the stone arcs and towers above.

She is the Last Dragonborn, and you WILL show her respect, even if it means getting on your knees and praying to her as if she were a god. And perhaps she is.

28. What are their greatest assets, both in terms of in-game skills and otherwise? What gave them the upper hand that allowed them to defeat Alduin?

Archery, dual-wielding, sneak, lock-picking, pick-pocketing, charisma/speech, and smithing have been the most helpful throughout her life thus far. As for defeating Alduin and Miraak and Harkon, though, it would have to be her resilience and determination to protect the life amongst Nirn. Without such personal strength and wit, she would have given up for sure.

29. What do they do post-Skyrim, once all the main quests are finished? What happens to them in the aftermath?

It’s tough for Signe to come to terms with the thought that technically, everything is over. The journey’s have made her an adrenaline junky, they’ve brought new nightmares, and there are fractions up the wazoo who still want her dead despite doing nothing to harm them. The Black Books and Herma Mora haunting her have caused her to act relatively ‘insane’ at some points; she’s gained too much of a reputation as a hero to really return to her Nightingale days; and being a mercenary isn't up her alley. 

Her overall dream in life was to just settle in a cottage somewhere in the Rift and carve wood and bones for a living, take up smithing and open an armor and weapons shop called “Helm of Awe”. But of course after having her life altered so intensely in such a short time, it’s taken its toll on her, and left her too restless to fully settle down. 

So, she takes her band of Merry Mer (Teldryn and Ondolemar lmao) and they travel all over, looting burrows and taking high-risk jobs. 

She also takes up researching and meditating on Words of Power, aiming to create a Shout that allows her to harness the entirety of her dragon soul - all the way to flesh. Signe also looks into ways to bring her dragon blood and soul more forward, less buried in her spirit, to lengthen her life more; purely for the sake of her Mer lovers, though there’s an underlying fear there too. [See question 27]

30. Are they proud of themselves? Do they see themselves as a hero?

She is proud, deep down, because she knows in the end it’s for the betterment and safety of the world. A hero? Absolutely. Signe may be humble in the present about her position, but not even the kindest person on Nirn could pass up the chance to brag about saving the world thrice over.

VERY IMPORTANT BONUS QUESTION: In their opinion, who is the best dog in all Skyrim?

MEEKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[missholloween]

DID YOU SAY WEREWOLF OWEN AU?!?!

TELL ME MORE

YESSSS thank you so much, this is like one of my favorite aus ever (I haven't posted anything on tumblr about it yet) (this is going to be long)

So, in this universe, Curt and Owen wouldn't be spies, but werewolf hunters. They are still two of the best agents on the field, working together as a pair both professionally and romantically.

One day, during one of their missions, Curt doesn't clean up the area as well as he should, but neither of them give it enough importance. However, when the wolf is chasing after them, Owen trips and falls. Curt doesn't stop running away, not even turning when he hears Owen scream in pain. He thinks it's too late for him.

Little does he know, Owen isn't dead, but mortally wounded: the wolf's claws had pierved Owen's skin too deeply in many parts of his body. It is in the pain of the wounds and the rage of the betrayal that Owen transforms for the first time.

In this au, Owen wouldn't quite be the deadliest man alive, but the deadliest werewolf: he would've given in to his instincts and emotions, that are a swirl of anger, betrayal and grief. He'd use being a werewolf to become one of the monsters he and Curt used to hunt, luckily taking him with. It's an easier way to cope with his new self, it's an easier role to fill. After all, it's only a matter of time that one of the hunters gets him. He can give them a show before he goes.

(I must add that, although in this universe, werewolves are like really linked to their emotions, they can control themselves. Owen wouldn't be trying to do it tho, giving in to the bloodlust).

Cut to Curt, that would've retired after Owen's "death", as he wouldn't be able to kill anymore. However, after 4 years, the other werewolf hunters would ask him to return, as Owen would've been targetting hunters.

During the investigation, Curt would notice small things that reminds him of Owen in the places the wolf has allegedly been in. Curt would mostly attribute this to grief. Until he's face to face with Owen, and he cannot deny it anymore.

I'd like to think they'd start a long-term chase, à la One Step Ahead but longer, (or like Daisy and Basira in tma, iykwim), with both of them clashing and maybe talking? Ish? Through the violence? It would be enough to make Curt realize that, behind the wolf, Owen's still there.

However, instead of putting a (silver) bullet in his partner's brains, I think I'd be interesting to see Curt transforming too, and see both of them deal with it. Maybe it would fix them (certainly not, but wouldn't it be cool to see werewolf!curtwen fighting?)

TL;DR: I love lycanthropy as a metaphor of things, and Owen is the perfect fit for most of them (anger, rejection, being queer, being othered, etc.). Being a werewolf woulnd't fix him, it would make him worst, but maybe after like so many deaths it could save him! He might even be forced to get a healthy coping mechanism to deal with lycanthropy! And if Curt becomes a wolf too, he might finally understand the horrors of staying alive.

[the-passing-flame-ffxiv-fanfic]

The Passing Flame Ch. 3

The day past in a blur for Rhun as his mind was heavy in thought. While everyone else played and enjoyed time with each other, he was very disconnected with reality.

“Rhun?”

“…..”

“RHUN?!”

Rhun snapped his head up hearing his name yelled and was met with his uncle. Alphinaud smiled warmly at his nephew, knowing something was troubling him. “Everyone left ages ago.”

“Oh, sorry, just going over lessons of the day. I’ll leave right now.” Rhun began to clean up his books and store them under his desk quickly. “Rhun, if something is troubling you, I hope you know you can speak with me.” Alphinaud recognized the pained look in the young Elezens eyes. It was the same look Harune would have when she bottled up things on their many journeys across the realms.

Both Hyliea and Railee were very much vocal about their emotions or what worries befell their young minds, but Rhun always kept everything bottled up. Alphinaud didn’t understand why at times, even his own daughter wasn’t afraid to tell it bluntly. “I’m fine uncle, really. Just tired from training and a little worried about Krile’s new class.” Rhun felt terrible lying to Alphinaud. Truth be told, he adored his uncle more than anyone, even his own parents. He wanted to be smart, brave and a well versed summoner just like him, but he knew what was expected of him was to be in a class like either one of his parents. “Rhun, please, if there is any way I could lessen-”

“You can’t!” Rhun shouted unexpectedly. “You can’t help me, not with this…” He sighed then turned and jolted out the room leaving Alphinaud stunned and even more concerned than before. As he approached the Scholars exit, he could hear the familiar sounds of his sisters and cousin. Rhun didn’t want to cause any more questions towards himself and slowed his approach until he was at a walking pace. “There’s the idiot. TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!” Hyliea called out to her brother.

“Hyl- Oh forget it. Rhun, Tsuyu informed us that we are going to have a party tonight with the members of the alliance. Aunty YeeYee and Uncle Uri will be there too!” Railee smiled excitedly. “M’toya and the others returned to their dorms to prepare.” “Oh? That’s awesome.” Rhun gave a convincing smile. “I can’t wait to see everyone. M’toya must be happy to see his father again.” M’toya always told Rhun how amazing his father was, how much he looked up to him and supported him even when his mother was weary of his experiments.

Rhun also knew he would have to steer clear of his uncle Uri, as nothing got past his all-knowing eyes. “Me and Izzy are headed home to help mama bake sweets before daddy gets home. He always tries to help and ends up having to call grandpa Cid to repair the stove.” Fae turned in the direction of her home. “I’ll see you at the party.” The young girl waved and left with her carbuncle in tow.

The three siblings began their journey home as well, mostly Hyliea and Railee talking about the day and their excitement for the party to come. Rhun followed behind, lost in his own headed and thinking of excuses to make if anyone caught him in such a state. As they approached their home, Hyliea flung open the door which made their mother jump. “WE HAVE RETURNED!!” Hyliea shouted gleefully. “Hyliea Lou Hibiki! What have I told you about throwing the door open in such a barbaric manner?!” Alisaie scolded as she held her chest from shock.

“Mother, Hyliea is the definition of Barbaric.” Railee teased as she waited for Rhun to enter then closed the door gently. “Fenyx, Akelda and Tsuyu are attending our Scholar now. It’s a joy to be together again.” Alisaie approached her three children and gave each a kiss on the forehead, ruffling Hylieas hair for good measure. “I am pleased you three are enjoying your time with your friends. Word had reached their parents about how great Ala Mhigan Scholar is and they decided it was in their children’s best interest to send them here.”

Rhun gave a wary eye to his mother, he knew she was lying and that the real reason was for their protection. His stomach was in knots and he felt like puking, the knowledge he held was weighing heavy. “I’m going to lie down and rest before the party.” Rhun excused himself and made his way to his shared room.

Once he was in the safety of his bed, he closed his eyes and let the world melt away for a while. The sounds of his sisters and mother cooking in the kitchen gave him some comfort of distraction. He could slightly hear Railee telling off Hyliea for sneaking samples of the food and his mother telling off the both of them for their squabbling. Rhun started to drift into a deep slumber, his mind allowing him rest.

“Hear…”

Rhun opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness as his body fell downwards. He braced himself for impact but felt his body slow and gently touch the ground. “What…ngh!” He shielded his eyes from the bright light that appeared far in front of him.

“Hear…. Feel….”

Rhun turned to spot the owner of the voice, feeling himself vulnerable and slightly scared. “Who are you!” He yelled but heard no answer in return. Suddenly, darkness clouded the light, as he turned to see what caused the overcast, he was met by a person in dark robes reaching out to him.

Rhun woke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. He scanned the room, making sure the masked individual was not around. The door clicked open, which caused Rhun to jump. Railee peaked her head in, smiling gently seeing Rhun was already up. “Mother sent me to wake you, we’ll be leaving in a few bells.”

Rhun nodded slightly and stood from his bed and walked over to the door. “Thanks Rai, I’ll start to get rea- umm…what are you doing?” He asked as Railee got closer, examining her brother. “Bad dream or fever?” She asked concerned, putting her hand to his forehead. “Bad dream. Some dark figure, I don’t know. Kinda fuzzy.” Rhun shrugged. “Hmm… All of papa’s old adventure stories probably. Happens to me every now and again.” She smiled then got in whispering distance. “Don’t tell her, but Hyliea as well. Sometimes she still sneaks in my bed or mama and papa’s.” Railee giggled then left.

Rhun smiled happily, Railee always had a way to make him feel equal to their eldest triplet. He quickly dressed, pushing back his thoughts of earlier. The feeling of excitement filled his soul at the thought of seeing many of his friends and family together once more.

“Come on, hurry up all of you. Papa has a surprise for all of us. We don’t want to be late! Hyliea, leave your sword! Railee, make sure Hyliea isn’t sneaking any weapons out this house. Rhun, shoes and help me carry these dishes! Let’s go!” Alisaie called out to her three children.

As she waited outside for the three of them to gather, her mind drifted off to fond memories of the past. Fighting all over the realm and even one not their own, facing untold horrors, sin eaters, corrupted beast tribes and fighting an all-out war with Garlemald. Even with so much under her belt, nothing ever prepared her for motherhood. Alisaie didn’t think pregnancy would be much of an issue, but carrying triplets was a harder than any fight she’d encounter. Mood swings, sleepless nights, discomfort, many restroom breaks, weird cravings and birthing them was no easy task. Alisaie chuckled at the memory of the expression Harune made when Y’shtola told her their children would have to be cut out as it was the safer method than normal delivery.

Her hand drifted down to where the scar laid under her shirt, her most favored scar, the scar of motherhood. Alisaie also recalled the journey both her and Harune undertook to have children. Visiting each of the Twelves monuments and asking for guidance and their blessing, much like they did before they married. Harune became frustrated when no answer came, not even from mother Hydaelyn. Though, once they returned to Idyllshire, they came to see the twelve did grant their prayers. Both Krile and Alphinaud discovered a long forgotten book that spoke of a potion called fantasia. It would allow the one who drank such potion to transform into the opposite gender or another race entirely. The joy that washed over them, Alisaie can only recall it as Euphoric. Harune remained a male for well over a month, causing much confusion, laughter and odd looks. Alisaie loved Harune dearly, knowing what she continued to put herself through for their future, made her love the warrior of light even more.

When it was discovered Alisaie was pregnant, Harune took the other vile of Fantasia and reverted back to her original self. The months flew by and now, so did the years as their three bundles quickly grew into beautiful young adults. Alisaie did miss the days when they crawled into her lap or wanted to be held close. But she knew they were gaining strength in their wings and would soon fly into the world and make their own name in life.

“Mom?”

“MOM!”

Alisaies’ thoughts were interrupted by Hyliea tugging on her sleeve. “I thought you wanted to not be late?” She smirked which earned her hair being ruffled by Alisaie. “Can I not indulge in my own thoughts?” Alisaie smiled and looked on to see both Railee and Rhun with a dish in their hands. Before she could pick up the one she set on the porch, Hyliea quickly grabbed it away.

“You do a lot… Soo… we got this.” The older twin blushed and hurried along to her other siblings. Alisaies’ heart warmed at the words, her children may be unruly at times, but they did know how to make a mothers’ heart melt. The journey to the banquet was a short one, the three quickly placed the dishes on the table where many others laid and hurried off to be with their friends. Y’shtola, being close by, quickly blocked off the three from joining their friends.

“And where do you think you’re going without giving Aunty YeeYee a hug?” She smiled and opened her arms to the three of them, who, one by one offered a hug to which she returned with one of her own and a kiss to their cheeks. “Ehhh… Aunty, we are too old for kisses!” Hyliea grumbled as she wiped her cheek. “Oh? Is that so? Well, looks like I have to kiss your cheeks until you learn not to wipe off my love.” Y’shtola teased making Hyliea take off running. Railee and Rhun held their sides as they almost fell over with laughter. Railee was the next to venture off to find the others, leaving Rhun to catch up. Once he waved goodbye to Y’shtola, he turned to run only to bump into Urianger. “Oh… Ow…. Sorry uncle Uri, didn’t see you.” The tall Elezen man chuckled as he helped Rhun stand. “thou wouldst regard there be a fire.” Urianger smiled and gentle ruffled the boys’ hair. “Be on thy way child, M’toya hath inquired on thoust whereabouts.” Rhun nodded and quickly ran off to find M’toya and the others.

As the children played and the adults conversed in idle chatter, a load roar pierced the sky, making all attendees look up. “PAPA BROUGHT MIDGARD!!!!” Hyliea shouted in excitement as she and the others quickly ran to and flocked around the old dragon. Harune dismounted Midgardsormr, gently patting his neck in thanks. “Careful, the brood is coming.” She warned her old friend who chuckled.

“They will be well protected; I shall let no harm befall them.” Midgardsormr spoke lowly as the children bounded up to him. “It’s not them I’m worried about at the moment.” Harune walked on as the children rushed past her, she realized greeting the young ones fell on deaf ears as they swarmed the dragon, hugging, climbing and begging for rides. Harune approached Alisaie, giving her a gentle kiss as she joined in the conversations with old friends. “It’s like they have never been apart.” She smiled. As the party commenced, Aymeric made note of the smaller form of Midgardsormr flying about and the horde of children chasing him. “Who knew a dragon would make a fine baby sitter?” He chuckled as he turned to continue a conversation with Harune and Lord Hein.

“Quite, But I think our old friend here has had just about enough of the broodings’.” Harune motioned as Midgardsormr perched himself on a high ledge, out of reach of the children.

“C’mon, Midgard!” “No.” “We just wanna play!” “Pulling mine tail, grabbing mine horns and jumping on mine wings is not playing, ‘tis painful.” “But you’re small now.” “No, one of thou intends to squeeze me lifeless and the other-” “I want to dress him up.” “….. Be gone.”

As the children continued to try and convince Midgardsormr to continue to be their play toy, Urianger approached Harune and slyly whispered in her ear to join him and a few others, out of earshot of the children. A few stayed behind, as to not make their interactions suspicious, only Alisaie, Alphinaud, Hein, Lucia and Lyse were present.

“Okay, we know you Urianger, what have you found out?” Harune started with her gaze fixated on the eldest Elezen among them. Urianger was quiet for a long moment, his fingers on his chin as to think of a precise way to begin this conversation. “By the Twelve! Spit it out already!” Alisaie piped in, her patients wearing thin. “Older, yet still as hot headed as ever I see.” Alphinaud quip earning a glare from his sister. “Alphinaud… I have half a mind to-”

“Be still.” Urianger spoke with a sternness. “I hast been pouring all mine time into researching why an ascian hath decided to grace us when we had banished 'em long since. Yet due to the dreams our children hast been having…. I arriveth a conclusion.” Urianger then turned to Harune before he went on further. “Pray tell, thou told us thou had dreams of Hydealyn ere meeting us, correct?”

Harune nodded solemnly, feeling panic well up inside her chest. “I had dreams as a child as well, but on my way to Thanalan, the dreams became much clearer and when it came to facing Ifrit…. That’s when I learned I was her chosen.” Urianger nodded as if his theory was correct. “I believeth, at which cometh to our children, the path we hath walked shall be theirs to inh'rit.” Eyes were fixated on the elder Elezen, no one wanting to speak, even breath that this fear would be true. Lyse glanced over at the children playing with Y’shtola and the others, her hand over her heart as if trying to ease the pain that dared to pierce her heart.

“They are so young, younger than any of us were, even Alisaie and Alphinaud. It is not fair that they continue after us. It is not what I wanted for Lyam.” Lyse spoke with tears daring to fall. “Nor I for Fae. She is only twelve summers old.” Alphinaud looked on to his smiling daughter. “I can agree that none of us want for our children to walk our path, tis a cruel fate we never wished for. Though if this Ascian reborn is to be true… We must prepare them.” Lucia spoke sternly. “I arriveth to receive Hydaelyn shall bless some with the Echo, and amongst our children, chose a new champion of light.” Urianger looked directly in Alisaie and Harune’s direction.

“To be more direct, one of thy three.”

[obsidianapanthera]

There seems to be a note next to an empty pillow case: [Olf. Fvb wyvihisf dpss uva mpuk tl. Iba fvb hyl tpzzpun h mld wpssvdz. Dhpa. Fvb wyvihisf jhu'a ylhk aopz. M]

“ … ” Bafflement. That was the first reaction to seeing a note left behind followed by what was scrawled over the blank paper. A blink of scrutinizing eyes scanned over the seemingly jumble of letters, a frown deepening over the raven-haired’s features. Reaching over to a nightstand already piled with books and log posts, a fresh scrap of paper fetched itself along with a pencil. It was painfully obvious to see this wasn’t merely a useless disarray of letters..

In fact, the only thing that would be ever more excruciating is being utterly incapable of solving it. Perhaps there were clues hinting at what the solution were, particularly that first word had the gears in his brilliant mind spinning with suspicion.                                                          Three…

There wasn’t harm in trying out his little theory, is there? A scoff, a wave of a hand, the quiet etchings of graphite on paper marked out his guesses to no comprehensive answer. Unfortunate.. but that was shifting the letters three spaces Forwards; now to shift it backwards and see if that would glean him any results..

‘ … Hey, you probably will not find me but you are missing a few pillows wait you probably cant read this f. ’

“ .. Well this is quite the misfortune, I’ve been robbed of my pillows. ”  

[hakyonalove]

HakYona Fic: Shadow Men

Last chapter update of the day. 

HakYona Fic Part 4/21

A/N: You can find all the chapters under HYL - fic tag

Prologue:

Chapter 1: Chapter 2:

Chapter 3

Hak stood in the corner of the room as Princess Yona both ate and talked about Soo-won endlessly. After every bite, she muttered something else about him that amazed her, something else that made her heart swoon. Hak wondered how that could be. Sure, Soo-won was a decent man, but what was it about him that captivated her from the start? And why, whenever he thought about them together, did his chest feel tight?

When Hak was younger, he had asked Soo-won if he liked the princess. Soo-won, obvilious to what context he meant, said: of course, along with a number of other individuals. Hak never asked again, because the anticipation and the pain that came with the first answer was unbearable enough, and it wasn't even a solid yes. 

In the beginning of this conversation, Soo-won said that Yona would like to see Hak and they would have fun together. But at the time, Hak was confused. His feelings toward the princess were unrequited and forbidden. He was just a regular kid, anyway. Not to mention she had her eyes on Soo-won even back then. Hak would never mean anything more to her than just Hak. 

Hak hadn't realized that he suppressed his feelings for the princess so much with hatred that he didn't even know how much she truly meant to him. 

"Yona-hime sama," Hak started, his eyes out the window. 

"Hm?" She stopped eating and sat up, her purple eyes waiting for his question.

Why does he have such a strong hold on you? He wanted to ask, but instead, he sighed. "I'm going to go take my afternoon nap."

The princess shrugged, barely giving him an audible answer. 

And so Hak left the princess to herself if you don't include the five servants in the room. 

One thing that Hak appreciated was that along with offering his life to serve and guard the princess, Il did allow him his daily nap and three meals a day. Though he hated Il with all of his being, he was thankful that he kept at least that end of the bargain.

While Hak walked outside he drew in a deep breath as his nerves began to subside. He trotted down the stairs, his glaive in hand, and made his way to the villa. After taking a seat in front of a tree trunk like he always did everyday, he closed his eyes. 

Behind his eyelids, Hak imagined a world where he would finally be at peace. He wondered if he would meet that world without being dead, maybe at an old age. 

As Hak began to breath slowly, he fell into unconsciousness and the world he imagined came to life in his mind.

Hiryuu Castle, standing high like it has for two thousand years. Conflict. War. Hatred. All because of King Il. But in his dream, King Il was long gone. The person who sat on the throne was a silhouette with Princess Yona standing at his side. The sight of her, even if it was just a dream, made his blood boil.

  Hak stood in front of the king and queen and fell to his knees, screaming, but nothing left his mouth. He cried, silently begging them to leave Xing alone, to leave its people alone, but they didn't even blink at him. He simply couldn't reach them. 

And with one finger pointed directly at him, the scene shifted, and Hak was standing over a fiery Xing, bodies strewn across the land like dolls, trees dying, villages perishing... This was what Hak saw as his future.

He woke up with a sweat. The bright blue sky was hidden behind the leaves of the tree he leaned against. Breathing heavily, Hak swore to himself that his future would not be what he saw. He will rid the country of any conspiring royal family, no matter who it was, no matter what they did. Silently, he promised his late parents that. 

It would be twenty-six days until Hak murders the princess.

[loexchange]

LOEX Weekly(December 16, 2019-December 22, 2019)

Products

1. Update system of PC matches details to ensure users’ safety and fluency;

2. Check feedback of APP updates are uniformly processed;

3. The ads issue by APP cannot be seen by PC, and the ads issue by PC cannot be seen by APP to deal with the problem (completed)

4. System maintenance: trading systems and wallets are maintained safely by convention; 9 bugs raised by the business side were restored. (completed)

5. Performance optimization: optimization of data cache, optimization of push mechanism.(completed)

 Operations

This week, LOEx received listing applications from 11 project parties, and conducted business negotiations with 8 project parties. It also investigated the background of project parties, token circulation, project development progress and other information, and is having further detailed discussions with the project parties that has the intention of cooperation.

Summary of projects launched last week: HYL, FNT

 Community

1. This week, Telegram official communication group 1 and communication group 2, and the customer service staffs answered user questions more than 3190 times.

2. This week, WeChat customer service staffs answered user questions more than 2133 times.

3. This week, the Twitter community answered user questions more than 2145 times.

 Overseas business

1. Overseas nodes: A total of 14 overseas partner nodes were contacted, including 7 potential partners and 7 planned partners.

2. Overseas medias: PIVOT, FACEBOOK, TUMBLR

“LOEx Market on December 21: The Situation Has Re-entered Stalemate And Turbulence Status, About to Choose Direction” is posted.

 New data

The latest data for the LOEx community in the past week are as follows:

Telegram users increase by 2556+

Twitter users increase by 1432+

Users followed Feixiaohao increase by 2658+

Global ranking on Feixiaohao: 26th

[missholloween]

putting you in a trance

You want to talk to me about curtwen

You put me so deep into a trance I went to sleep when I saw this (it was like 2 am and it would've gotten rambly, I think it was for the best)

But!!!! Curtwen!!!! They drive me mad and won't leave my brain!!!!

I was complaining to a friend yesterday about how some really don't think that Owen loved Curt after the fall when love is at the very core of saf and what makes them so compelling to me.

Because Owen is left behind and betrayed by Curt when he leaves him after the fall; it destroys every notion he had of himself, as both espionage, the thing he built his life around, a job that allowed him to navigate a world that wouldn't accept him for who he is, and Curt, the person he would've done anything for, the love of his life, dissapear in the blink of an eye. He's left behind in the cold concrete of a destroyed facility so that the russians can torture him, and it is Chimera who saves him. And still, after all the pain, Owen can't get himself to stop loving Curt. He hates him, sure, and he even wishes him as much pain as he has suffered after fall... But he can't stop loving him. Owen can't get himself to pull the trigger, nor hide his emotions when he's with Curt. Joey's delivery of "That secret died the night you left me for dead" perfectly encompasses Owen's character: he's hurt, and broken, and he won't ever be able to forget Curt. But he's also lying, trying to hide feelings that should've died with him but have haunted him for four years. As Tamsyn Muir once wrote, "you can't take 'loved' away".

On the other hand, we have Curt post!fall, an open heart that isn't able to close its wounds. As Curt himself says in the show, he spends four whole years on a mourning period, too heartbroken by Owen's death to face anything, so he gives himself to booze. Before (and during most of) the show, Curt is nothing but a mausoleum to Owen, his death "partner" that passes away because of his mistakes. His love and guilt for Owen are so that he even can't continue spying, the thing that gave him purspose in life. He loved Owen so much that he keeps dreaming of him, an idealized version of the man he loved. The man he killed. And in a way, it was that same love what made Curt pull the trigger at the end: when Curt saw the twisted and shattered person Owen had become, all the atrocities he had committed, Curt saw killing him as an act of mercy. As the last act of love for the person he loved. He was too blinded by that same love to see that behind that broken facade was still the man he loved, and probably would only realized it some time after killing Owen.

Something about curtwen is that love was there. It made everything worse, and provoke their tragedy. But love was surely there.