#im so sorry lyna

[asmobeuses]

Asmo give me any atsushi hcs fluff, angst destory my atsushi lover self DO IT!!!!!

Me ^

Atsushi HCS!

Warnings: Insecurity, mentions of bickering and arguments, hurt/comfort (u said angsty. Ask and u shall receive.)

I apologize in advance if these r ooc, I don't know much about his character UEUEUEUEUE💔

Tjis fucking loserboy!! He's completely whipped for u no doubt about it

He's constantly doting on you! Making sure you're okay, tending to any of your needs,

,,,making sure you're okaaaayyyy

(Ran out of things he does it's 3am spare me)

Treats you as if you're married lol

"Astushi we don't even live together"

Him cuz u said that

"How could you" :(

Apologize rn.

> Angst below the cut

Angsty (this is my shit right here)

He was very insecure about your relationship when it first began

He would always make sure to go above and beyond because he thought you'd leave him if he "wasn't enough" :((

Hug kiss and tell him he's important to you right NEOW!!!

No but fr his love language besides physical contact r words of affirmation

He constantly needs reassurance.

He may not need as much further on into your relationship, but don't think that means u stop giving it to him 🤨 (pause.)

Obviously like any couple, yall will have occasional disagreements that MIGHT turn into arguments if you're not careful

He loves you but damn does he get heated and passionate when it comes to his views on smth

At the end of each one he feel rlly bad tho, even if he wasn't the one who started it

Literally him after yall argue

Yall always end up making out up after every argument yall have.

You both end up forgetting about it after a night of movies n snacks n cuddles

The next day the Ada r like "you guys are on talking terms again?"

U and atushi in unison: "we weren't?"

Bonus angst

Thinking about atushi's reaction to you wanting a break and what caused it.

You love your boyfriend with every fiber of your being

But that doesn't mean you have the space on your shoulders to carry both his and your baggage.

Obviously you're there for eachother during your lowest, dont get me wrong!

There will be moments where his past is weighing in on him and he wants nothing but your reassurance!!

Butttttt his judgement gets clouded sometimes and he loses his emotional intelligence

Causing him not to notice when you're down in the dumps.

And this varies for whoever reading obv but in this case let's say you're the type of person to bottle up your emotions until one little thing tips the cup over

You end up blowing up at him over something small, really only because of how overwhelming your emotions got.

Now it's your turn to be like

(Hopefully) You end up feeling very guilty about your outburst

"Look, atsushi, I really think we need some time apart."

Whether you say that bevause you feel horrible about blowing up at him or you just need time alone to process your emotions is up to you 🫡

Prepare to be bombarded with questions.

"Are you breaking up with me?" no "Are you getting tired of me?" no "Is it because of something I did?" no

The list goes on

For the love of all things holy please make him shut up tell him you love him and just need time to yourself!!

He will understand and respect your decision, but prepare for him to look like a kicked puppy

Er... kitten?

Some type of cute creature that makes your heart clench when it looks sad.

Sorry idk where I'm going w this anymore

Yall always have a happy ending tho!! No matter what, there's no force that can keep you away from eachother permanently.

Would you like some coffee fluff with your sugar ansgt?

[lazulines]

i love her

[seokmatthewz]

IRIII HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I will never stop expressing how amazing and lovely you are and I'm so happy to have met you ohmygosh I just dshjbdfgh I LOVE U!! sending you so much love and care, wishing you the bestest of best days 💞💞 mwah!! <3

LYNA MY DEARLY BELOVEDST!!!!! 💕💓💘💞💕💓💕💓 I am so happy to have met u too u r truly one of the sweetest nicest people on this whole hellsite I am perpetually wishing you all the best ilu!!!! 💗💕💗💕💗💕💗💕 tysm !!!! 💘💓💖💗💖💗💗💖

[aisclosed]

Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 15 . on impulse

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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SMAU only! warnings: cursing

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ━☆゜following posts take place over the course of a week

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a/n: yall are not gonna believe me but im genuinely sorry about this chapter lmfaodfjaso i was so sad writing all this my poor y/n.

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[eldritch-spouse]

I made a thing!

TW: Humiliation, nsfw implied, normal sluttery

I am 5'1 and the closest OC that I have to that is Lyna who is 5'4. So she ought to make my dream come true.

Babe is a baddie and not camera shy since she a streamer so the whole ordeal with Vesper would be fun, she sure has to have the s-imp under control... kinda.

Sorry, I feel like I made Lacai too human :c im not that good at monsters yet

You guys be married to Vesper just so you can fuck the imp, this is great. 🤡

Listen, you can take the slut for a walk, but make sure he's at least gotten his jobs done for the day. It's also very likely that you'll get followed by other servants, who are quite jealous.

He looks fiiiine, don't stress! <3 I'm the other way around, I really struggle with humans. Though, as a little bit of an afterthought, all of my demon ocs have internal genitalia (by that I mean slits). The happy trail you put on him does seem like a cute idea though, so I'll be humoring it. <:7

[myrfing]

woo yeah 6.5 msq spoiler thread. I'll do a (few?) big ones instead of post spamming

I'm having a 2 characters are in the same frame moment with zeroshtola. wow she is staring at her with her pixel eyes

ALLAGAN BALL BACTERIOPHAGES ! this is how we win

BRO BEQ LUGG IS GOING TO BE SO MAD AT ME AGAIN THIS IS THE SCARIEST PART OF THIS PATCH

BEQ LUGG I HAVE SOMETHING TO ASK OF YOU

Ryne baby :] she's the best

Gourd: Hi Ryne Ryne: Is the world ending .

THIS MAKES IT SOUNDS LIKE BEQ LUGG HOMOPHOBIC MOMENT HELP ME

IT'S GRAY IT'S A GRAY SKY SORRY she sees the beauty in all <3

ryne DoH arc YEasss Yess

that's right zero NEVER give up ARGHHH *grips her shoulders*

"i trust you're willing to walk with me" ALWAYS

LYNA. LYNA LYNA LYNA LYNA LYNA AAAAAAGGGGGHH

whisperweeds are the first's linkpearls AFTER SO LONG WE?

lyna is not staying...:(

LAGAUGH

rehashing the whole people dont like the tower making noises thing is...i mean alright but lol

HEY I SHOULDNT BE TAKING RYNE TO THE STRIP CLUB

im going to cry aat zero's impression of pole dancers I'm telling estinien

cont

yes ryne...it is nice to guide someone through the same steps (wet seal eyes)

zero is too straightforward right now maybe to think of it but it must be an experience being changed incorrigibly by the darkness you fought against and then to go to another world and have people see safety and peace in it

the whisperweed ringtone is so cute

LOL gourd smiling immediately after hearing lyna's voice on the phone. TRUE

hey trolley guys and sadcatman wifewithoutamodel

ZEOR FAMILY GUY DEATH POSE ALMFOAFSAOFOSA

GIRL SHE REALLY WENT FOR THE DRINK THAT MAKES YOU DIE INSTANTLY SIP

i legitimately love how awkward and melodramatic zero is like she does not understand time and place Win

this is. (turns into a hamster) ryne dose attenuator

WE'RE GOING BACK ALREADY? BUT...ZERO I HAVESOMEONE FOR YOU TO MEET. AND GAIA? NO GOTH GET TOGETHER?

i see they seem to be setting up the void quests for a restoration of the dark-empty type thing and maybe they will meet there...cylva may not have msq ascension but I h ave hope. for ever.

aw ryne that is exactly right we're going to have a trolley system for the shards in no time

me on a saturday night

i actually said "oh shit" out loud. that is really fucking cool MY GOD? i know amaurot did it before but this is more to me .

the golbez durante yaoi is real

oh hey what the hell

the face censoring. i get it durante FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

ok im such a sucker for this persona inheritance shit. this happensin my webcomic

HELP WHAT IS THIS SUDDEN INCREMENTALIST VS REVOLUTIONARY ARGUMENT THAT'S NOT WHA

hydaelyn's sword looks cool in the darkness here :]

dude zeromus' voice

also did anyone get that bug where zero's stance keeps looping in the cutscene so it looks like she's tbagging durante. Didd I see that

ZERO YOUR NUB FLAMFOAFOA

golbez i need you to meet this woman named cylva expeditiously. I NEED 13th reunion

amends love returned made even so so long after the world has ended....snrf

tiny baby azdaja im gonna cry dude he's wearing her as a hat

YES. YES! YES! YES!

[lovehui]

LYNA WDYM OP!!! ITS ME,, LEEE

OHMYGODBLEE IM SO SORRY IBLITERALLY JUST REALIZED AND CHANGED IT IM SO SORRY WAAAAA

[residentevil-4]

forcing you all to see the members of my old maid cafe.

we actually used to wear the same dress in different colors but i figured i could get creative liberties in drawings so their dresses are kind of different based on their species/personality :) infodumping lol

charlie is a sporty human so she has shorts (instead of a skirt, its hard to see in monochrome). also she has compression leggings & arm warmers

lyna is an alien so her skirt is made of a vinyl like material and she has futuristic boots/arm warmer-thing. you know what its called

sh1r0 is an android made in the 50s so she has a swing dress and the little housewifey gloves

lusha is a trickster demon so her outfit is jester-inspired :) jingle shoes. also she always has high pigtails

ivory was hard because hes kind of just some guy (ghost) but hes kind of a loser so i made him unbutton his vest and have his shirt poorly tucked in. i think im gonna add some singes on his clothes since he burnt to death lol

day is a witch. she ACTS the oldest shes like everyones gma. obviously she resembles a witch

aba is a mummy. his is pretty obvious. also sorry hes white my white friend made him up. hes a white servant or something idk

jade is a nymph but more importantly shes a huge booknerd, so i made her top button up and her skirt is pleated. also the nerd kneesocks.

prunus is the baby of the group (very young) and shes a tree ent. the neck of her dress is kind of like a bib (but not exactly cuz shes not a REAL baby), her apron resembles overalls, she has rainboots and gardening gloves. :)

not pictured: all the people who quit (im stealing their concepts later)

[angstrry]

this page is for harry styles fan fiction recommendations. my old page (also named angstrry) was unexpectedly terminated by tumblr so im here to restore everything that was lost. if you have anything you want me to put in these masterlists, please link the fics to me.

as i said, this page consists of harry styles writing RECOMMENDATIONS. meaning i did not write any of the works linked below nor am i claiming to do so. all the credit goes to the talented writers who ive linked in the masterlists.

TRIGGER WARNING‼️some of the writings in the angst masterlist contain very sensitive topics. if you are not comfortable with any of those, there are other works to look through :) please do not shame the author or me :')

if you have any recommendations on how i can improve this blog, please don't be shy to tell me!

if you wanna talk or ask me anything, you can call me lyna. i don't feel comfortable using my real name, sorry.

NOTE: making all these masterlists took quite some time, and im dealing with school at the moment. but i'll try to work on this page as much as i can <3

[fistsoflightning]

09 - no great hero is holy

friable: easily crumbled or pulverized. G’raha & Zaya, G’raha & Lyna, 5.3k words. Shadowbringers, just before the solo duty for ‘When It Rains’. Anyone want a WoL & Exarch side-adventure? No?

When the Exarch called the heroes of the Source across the rift, there was one who did not come until the Scions' gunbreaker asked for help. Now, with two Lightwardens remaining and very little time left until the end of his plan, the Exarch sets out on a hunt to figure out if anything remains of the person Zaya Qestir used to be.

Though it had been well over a century since he had last seen rain, G’raha knew even before looking up at the gathering clouds that Lakeland was due for a heavy shower, if not a lightning storm, by watching the lines of Zaya’s back tense up beneath their coat as the two of them left the cover of the aetheryte plaza; not that it would do much to deter either of them. A small part of him felt lighter at the thought of being able to feel proper rain on his skin once more.

You might want a better hood, a dry, echoing voice entirely unlike his own murmured in his head.

G’raha resisted to urge to flinch at the sound—though the voice was familiar enough, the echoing, the clarity of pronunciation, and the fact that it was all in his head made it hard not to be surprised, even if he knew that would only serve to irritate his companion further. Zaya stopped in front of him to look over their shoulder, eyebrow raised as they waited for him.

“I cannot fall ill, my friend,” he replied, coaxing his voice to sound composed. “If anyone should need a hood, it would be you.”

Zaya huffed, seemingly upset with his answer. Lucky us, then; rainstorms tend to make me feel better, they said before turning forwards and walking down the length of the bridge. G’raha followed suit, slowing his own steps enough that he lagged behind. Only when he thought Zaya was far enough ahead did G’raha let out a tense breath and retreat to his thoughts. 

Of the… developments to Zaya’s character since that final day he saw them before sealing himself away in the Crystal Tower, telepathy was far from anything he expected.

A lot of things that had changed about them were incredibly unexpected, really—for example, the sudden and rapid deterioration of their relationship with, well, every single one of their friends, including a certain gunbreaker—but things resultant from the Echo usually were received with more enthusiasm and interest than Zaya seemed to have with their little trick.

At the very least, it was convenient for the both of them at the present moment; since arriving in the Crystarium just in time to play Ran’jit’s counter and save Minfilia, Zaya seemed completely disinclined to speak with him, as much as a mostly mute person could speak with anyone. When they were forced into interacting with him, they let Feo Ul play the part of their voice, either unwilling to sign, unable to do so, or thinking him incapable of understanding any sign at all. He was not so bold as to count himself among the lucky number that Zaya would share their voice with. Not anymore, at least.

(How terrible, that the first and last words he ever had the honor of hearing in their voice as G’raha Tia were don’t break her heart. They hadn’t even suspected what he was going to do when they approached him, that day beneath the sun-warmed shade of his favorite tree in Mor Dhona. Gave him their fragile trust only for him to go and crush it to dust between the heavy crystal doors of his bloodline’s legacy alongside everything else the Warriors of Light—his dearest friends—had afforded him.

How terrible indeed.)

  He first heard the news of the emergent sin eater powerful enough to rival the Cardinal Virtues from Lyna not more than an hour ago.

“The hunters are calling it Hosiotes, my lord.” Piety. Devotion. Another word from some old philosopher’s thoughts on the cardinal virtues on man, though he had thought hosiotes had been overtaken by dikaiosyne shortly before the Light promptly wiped out most of the philosophers who would have debated over it. “First sighting places it too close to the Ostall Imperative for comfort. The ones who escaped believe it to be slowly approaching the Crystarium.”

G’raha hummed, quietly setting a small figurine with wings just north of the Ostall Imperative where Lyna had pointed out as the first sighting as he thought the matter over. “Has any bounty hunter other than the first party set out after it, Captain?”

“One party—a group of eight, led by an elven knight.” Lyna shook her head. “...I do not have high hopes for their return. They seemed overly confident in themselves.”

Loathe as he was to admit it, Lyna was probably correct in her judgement. While the defeat of Philia, Titania, and Eros had led to several boosts to morale overall, it had also led to a rise in fools willing to risk death to attain the same glory as the famed Warriors of Darkness. It was exactly why G’raha had Bragi set limits and requirements on the information for the Cardinal Virtues—and why a new Eater on the same level as the fallen Warriors of Light was such a terribly pressing issue.

“Whose appearance did it take? I had thought there were only five Warriors of Light, and that one of their bodies could not be found.”

Lyna’s brow furrowed. “Uncertain. The only one that got a good look at it is the girl Chessamile has in emergency care—the others could only tell that it was a female Hume wielding a spear of Elven make.”

G’raha frowned. Nothing came to mind immediately as to the identity of the poor woman now terrorizing Lakeland in death. “Moren may have more insight than I on the matters of its former identity, but there are more pressing matters than the poor woman’s name to deal with. How to go about it…”

For a brief moment, G’raha considered classifying Hosiotes with the Virtues, as people had quite clearly already started doing—but it had already grown so close to the Imperative that allowing it to continue on its way would endanger more than just the Crystarium guard currently posted there. Not to mention that it could be approaching the Crystarium itself, just when trade and travel with other settlements had picked back up...

The last he heard, the four Cardinal Virtues and their hunt bills had recently been taken by a handful of ambitious but skilled bounty hunters, aided by none other than the people who personally laid Philia to rest. All of them had been taken before the Oracle’s reappearance and the raid on Laxan Loft for her freedom. If he recalled correctly, the hunters seeking out Sophrosyne had finally returned to rest before trying once more; all of the people he might have asked first were at rest.

Which left one outlying warrior that G’raha could call on. One that he had been meaning to talk to for a while, as luck had it.

“Tell Bragi not to bother with a proper hunt bill, and caution all of the guard against engaging it,” he said, making mental note of the figurine’s position on the map before stepping away from the table. “I shall take on the burden of driving it off, if not striking it down.”

Across from him, Lyna’s face cycled through expressions of shock, worry, and stern disapproval before stopping on a simple look of exhaustion.

“But, Grand—ahem, my lord, are you not still exhausted from your trip to Eulmore? And your… guests, they have just returned from the Greatwood,” she said,  “Would it not be better to have the guard push it back, so that others may fell it later?”

G’raha shook his head, a pale imitation of Lyna’s own from just minutes ago. “It should not have been allowed to come this close to the Crystarium or its outposts at all,” he confessed, a twinge of guilt running through him for the lives lost as the price for his distraction from his duties as Exarch. It was difficult not to reassure himself that his plans were still going well by checking into his friends and their whereabouts. “If I am able to discuss strategy and resolve numerous issues within the Crystarium, then I would say I am well enough to choose a partner and track down this eater together with them.”

At the mention of a partner, Lyna’s tense grip on her report of Hosiotes loosened a fraction, though her face did not relax. “Might I ask who you will be choosing to escort you, my lord? It seems as if you have already made up your mind, but I would offer my aid regardless.”

“One of the warriors from my homeland will be accompanying me.” If he can convince them to travel in his presence, much less fish them from their hiding place within the Crystarium, but Lyna hardly needs to know that. “Surely I need not reassure you of their capabilities, Captain?”

“...Not at all, my lord. I know all too well what they have done for us,” she said. The words seemed terribly heavy as they spilled from her mouth and into the still air between them. G’raha remembered how awestruck she was by the night sky; perhaps she felt some greater debt to the others than he thought she would, considering how coldly she acted towards them in the beginning.

She remained quiet as G’raha pulled his hood over his ears and picked up his staff, only moving to set down her report as she watched him prepare. It was only when G’raha was about to push the doors open and dismiss her 

“Grandfather,” she said, all hesitance in her voice gone with the silence. None of her captain’s poise could correct the desperate sound of her voice when she spoke. “Stay safe, and return to me hale and whole. Please.”

In the crystal blue light of the room, Lyna looked smaller than G’raha knew her to be. The white of her hair and the reds of her guard captain uniform were dulled in the colored lighting, but she still stood tall and proud in G’raha’s vision. Always so terribly brave and forgiving with him, putting her faith in his words time after time. She deserved much better than the constant mystery and confusion he had been leaving her in recently. G’raha could only hope that Zaya would agree, despite their troubles with doing the same for Minfilia.

“Of course, Lyna,” he promised, the words heavy on his tongue. “I will return.”

  The two of them had barely made it three steps past the archway at the end of the bridge when a scout came running up to him, completely out of breath. A mystel, barely into her twenties, by the looks of it, but the haggard look on her face had G’raha waving at Zaya to pause for a moment.

“My lord,” the girl panted, pressing her hand to her chest as if it could relieve her need for air momentarily. Behind her, Zaya tilted their head as if listening for something farther away. “There’s been—reports, of heightened sin eater activity! A whole host of them, coming towards the Crystarium!”

That didn’t sound right. He was fairly certain that the eaters around Lakeland had more than thinned out by now; why would a host suddenly be flying towards them?

“Are you certain this is true?”

“I swear, my lord!”

Zaya carefully stepped to his side, and lifted their hand to point at the grey, cloud-filled skies. She is telling the truth. Look over there.

It seemed that Zaya’s eyesight was much greater than his own, because it took a few long moments for him to see the white specks moving erratically near the tip of Zaya’s finger. They were terribly far away; though flying sin eaters moved quick, they still had an hour or two at most to prepare.

Something in his expression must have told Zaya what he was thinking. The wind is starting to blow towards the Crystarium, they added, with only the barest sense of urgency. They will be here sooner than you expect.

G’raha frowned. He had no clue if telling which way the wind would blow was part of their numerous quirks, but there was little reason for Zaya to lie, and if their character had degraded to the point that they would lie for fun G’raha would eat his books and then immediately pray to Taban for guidance.

“Find Captain Lyna and tell her to activate the anchors around the Tower,” he told the poor scout, still patiently waiting as he had half a conversation with Zaya that she couldn’t even hear. “If she needs assistance, tell her to find my guests and ask for their assistance. Once they are on, have her contact me over linkpearl and I will deploy the barrier. Do you understand?”

The mystel scout nodded her head frantically before setting off in a dead sprint towards the Crystarium, leaving him and Zaya staring out at the eater-speckled horizon.

That… barrier thing does not sound easy, Zaya mused, the echoing voice in G’raha’s head now tinged with apprehension. It didn’t suit them very well, to sound even the slightest bit unsure. Maybe you should stay. I can hunt the eater on my own.

It was worded like a dismissal, but to G’raha’s ears it sounded, strangely, like worry.

“All the more reason that I should be out there, warding off the biggest threat alongside you,” he said. He smoothed over the part of him that rankled at the thought of being dismissed by Zaya, of all people, all because his job sounded dangerous. “The sooner we take care of Hosiotes, the better, is it not?”

Did you promise Lyna to return safely or not, Zaya demanded, a scowl marring their face that looked like it belonged more to a certain dark knight more than them.

G’raha carefully buried the part of him that was glad Zaya wished to honor Lyna’s quiet plea beneath the part of him that was utterly confused by their conduct towards everything and everyone else.

“I did,” he said, unflinching beneath Zaya’s gaze. “But I also made a deal with you, did I not? I wish to see this out to the very end—and keep both my promises while I’m at it.”

At the mention of keeping promises, Zaya turned their back to him, all the lines of their body tensed like they were prepared for a fight. If G’raha were smarter, he would back away—everything about them screamed dangerous, treacherous, deadly, and yet he stood his ground. In his youth, he had poetically called Zaya a storm forced into a mortal shape in some malformed attempt to impress them after hearing how great of friends they were with the Scions’ self-proclaimed bard. Barely contained by the fragile body they had occupied, yet still just as unstoppable as a hurricane unbound. It seemed impossible that anything could stop them, both then and now—save for, perhaps, death. 

Not even G’raha, who by all rights was already dead.

Fine, they grumbled. An acquiescence. But you let me lead.

Of all the things about Zaya he did not understand and wished to learn, this was chief among them—the contradictory way they had started acting towards others, with so little regard for their wellbeing. It was so far from the friend who let others worry about them, when their wounds would not knit shut and their energy stubbornly would not return the same way it did for other fighters their age. Perhaps Zaya had never told him why A’dewah would always hover around them when they were still friends sharing the same foolish napping spot, but reading Thancred’s journals in a desperate attempt to create a timeline for the Ironworks to work from had led to some frightening discoveries.

“I have enough skill with a sword and shield to protect myself, my friend,” he pressed, gripping his staff tight. If Zaya noticed the sudden, inconsolable desperation in his voice, they made no comment on it. “Do you not trust my capabilities?” 

For a moment, Zaya remained quiet, staring out into that dark horizon as G’raha gritted his teeth. With each passing second, the sky above grew darker, and the winds grew stronger. Only when he reached up to keep his hood from blowing off (and with it, his cover) did Zaya turn towards him with cold, gleaming eyes.

No, they said, turning to him with an expression on their face that G’raha couldn’t even begin to decipher. At their sides, their hands were clenched into balls, and he imagined them taking his entire heart into one hand and crushing it between their fingers until it crumbled to dust. I do not trust you at all.

  It was easy enough to find Zaya after dismissing Lyna with a duty and a promise. A quick detour to the Ocular and a swipe of his hand over the crystalline mirror showed them on top of the dome that covered Musica Universalis, sitting with their legs crossed and their eyes closed. Meditating, if he had to guess, but even that was uncertain—they had rarely meditated during the short year he had known them, but he knew it was common for Ala Mhigan monks, which Zaya based some of their skills from. 

Not important. He’d managed the easy part. The hard part was reaching them , given his condition and the fact that his dignity would not remain intact if he was found clambering up the sides of the Caternaries to reach the roof over the markets. He hardly knew how Zaya got up there themselves; some trick from Thancred or Tehra’ir, probably.

Regardless, after weighing his options, G’raha decided his best course of action was to simply teleport to the roof, save his dignity and energy for hunting Hosiotes, and hope to the gods Zaya has gotten better about not punching people who surprise them.

Teleporting using the Crystal Tower without having an aetheryte shard at the other end was terribly dangerous, but he could sense the pull of Zaya’s aether strongly enough, and it was a short enough distance that G’raha wasn’t terribly worried about the potential of losing a limb in the process. Comparatively, it was much safer than some of the stunts he pulled with the Tower’s aid a few decades back, when the stakes had been much more dire.

He reappeared a few fulms away from Zaya, whose only reaction was a flick of their tail across the crystal and metal of the rooftop and a sudden tenseness in the lines of their shoulders. They’d taken off their blue overcoat at some point while G’raha debated the ways he could get up here with himself, leaving their arms fully exposed—even the deep, still-pink scar that wound its way around Zaya’s left arm. 

Part of him wondered if any healing magic applied now would make it fade into the background of Zaya’s complexion. If that scar had been something earned before his intervention, or because of it, because he knew all too well that the only other Au’ra afield that terrible day had also suffered greatly because of him.

“I have a proposal for you,” G’raha said, instead of asking how Zaya could stand it, how they could stand what he did to them but not him . He waited for them to tilt their head upwards towards him before he continued. “A particularly dangerous sin eater has been sighted close to the Ostall Imperative. Though I have taken it upon myself to see the monster slain myself, I wished to ask for your assistance.”

Over their shoulder, he saw Zaya’s face twist lightly with confusion.

“I am not as spry as I once was, loathe as I am to say it, and this eater is notoriously fast. When I thought of those who might challenge its speed, I thought of you, my friend,” G’raha added, when Zaya patiently met his gaze without turning around fully. “I can wield spells to heal or harm and fashion an arcane shield and sword to perform as a defensive wall, but sprightliness is forever lost to me. Thus, I come to you, though not without something to offer.”

Though the years between them had turned the few threads of understanding they had to dust, G’raha was fairly certain that the only thing he could offer Zaya that they would accept, ironically, were words.

“Ever since calling you here, I have left you and yours with more questions than answers, I believe. I would like to redress that balance: should you accompany me on this hunt, I will answer any one question you have to the best of my abilities, with the whole truth. No matter how complex, I shall endeavor to leave you with no further mysteries on whatever question you so choose,” he said, before adding, “With the help of either Feo Ul or one of your friends as your voice. I will not force you to try writing your request out for me.”

As he spoke, the occasional twitches of Zaya’s tail had tapered off until they were unnaturally still—something G’raha would have never seen of the Zaya he knew, even in the most dire of situations. Unsure of whether it was from distraction, focus, or irritation, he took a step towards them, fully accepting the slight tingle he felt on his skin as he reached down to touch their shoulder—

Zaya abruptly stood up, turning to face him with a thunderous expression. The sudden tension in the air had G’raha stumbling back a step or two, but he resolutely held his ground as Zaya closed the distance he had created before reaching up a hand, falling just short of his face.

G’raha, completely and utterly lost as had become the norm when dealing with Zaya, took a very foolish shot in the dark. “...Is there something on my face, my friend?”

The unnatural pause in Zaya’s abrupt movements lingered just a moment longer as Zaya blinked, a strange uncertainty in their eyes. It was only when G’raha dared to try and raise a hand to meet theirs that they bristled before unceremoniously shoving their hand beneath his hood.

For a brief moment, G’raha panicked, fearing that Zaya was about to push off his hood rather than comply with his request, but their fingers stopped at where his hair met his forehead, blissfully still untouched by crystal. He stilled, letting them run their fingers down his hairline until the pads of their fingers touched his temple and—

Can you hear me?

  G’raha had fought besides Zaya on more than one occasion, and on more than one battlefield, but he had always been preoccupied with either saving his own skin or taking better aim of his enemy, unwilling to be outdone when it came to archery. He did not have the same amount of experience as Zaya had, at the time, and fighting was more of a struggle than a spectacle. G’raha could afford to spare no attention to Zaya back then other to make sure they weren’t dying and that he wasn’t going to accidentally shoot them.

Now, with a century’s worth of battle experience and a wider skillset, he noticed just how right and wrong he was in calling Zaya a bottled storm.

On the Source, pugilism was a common discipline for adventurers to have, even if only as a secondary skill. Not only did it pack a punch (ha) when done correctly, it required no weapon. Being disarmed was of little worry if you could simply fall into the correct stances and continue fighting, though it took a great deal of discipline and honing one’s body that G’raha could never get a hang of. Too much of his time in Eorzea was spent on research and books to spare time for the training regime of a proper pugilist, and rarely was he without his bow.

On the First, however, it is a completely different story.

Very few Crystarium recruits are allowed to choose pugilism when they officially join the guard—though not because G’raha has some kind of vendetta against it, or against the first Oracle, who took up her fists as her weapon and whom many wish to imitate. Sin eaters, upon death, dissolve into aether and a chalky, sweet-smelling substance, both of which one can be turned by over time and over thousands of battles. That isn’t the issue, else G’raha would have very few recruits who work within melee distance of their enemies.

The issue is the blood. For all that eaters are no longer alive, they still bleed as they did in their mortal forms, whether they were once beast or man. White, pearlescent ichor flows through their veins, though not enough to sustain them forever. That is why they eat living aether, after all; to replenish that ichor. It stains something terrible if not washed out a certain way, and it is terribly sticky, but the worst part is that it has lead to thousands and thousands of lost recruits before G’raha learned from his mistakes and had the guard uniforms changed to be made of leather and metal, to cover as much skin as possible.

Sin eater ichor absorbs through both cloth and skin with ease, and given that it is their concentrated lifeblood, it is highly light-aspected.

He has heard the horror stories from Lyna, who has had to bury too many recruits from his mistake; those who choose to make their body their weapon against the everlasting Light are choosing a doomed path. Most achieve their first kill only to be turned when their fingers soak up the blood of their prey. Those who survive that first kill are often the ones who have killed the newly turned—their friends—and go on living knowing the last heartbeat of their loved ones was beneath their fists. Few and far between are those who survive both turning and the guilt of knowing the last moments of their fellows was not beneath a cold, unfeeling blade, but a hand that had once been held out towards them.

And yet here Zaya was, white ichor dripping down their fingers, still tearing through the pack of eaters that had advanced upon them in the Forest of the Lost Shepherd. The ends of their coat’s blue sleeves have been covered in sparkling, chalky dust and spots of white blood in their flurry of movement while G’raha stood back as told and watched.

In that moment, that stretch of just a few minutes, G’raha had caught a glimpse of their eyes amidst the dance of slashing claws and whipping tails and seen only black clouds and lightning. The deep blue of their eyes that G’raha had thought resembled the dark night sky had turned into a warning sign.

Suddenly, he understood why Zaya wanted to keep him at a distance.

He had always known that Zaya was a force of nature, too dangerous for most to play with—the nick in his ear from their first encounter was proof, one of the only scraps of evidence to prove they were friends he has left—but that was just the surface of it.

Zaya, who dressed themselves in every shade of blue known to man and owned it and whom Lunya loves like a true sibling, is the eternal, endless blue sky. Zaya, who let crimson blood drip down their fingers and off the sharp points of their nails and whom most men have come to fear, is the relentless, foreboding dark thunderstorm. Both all-consuming things, just in different shapes. Contradictory but with similar shapes.

They are the exact same person. They are different nonetheless. Neither is a Warrior of Light—neither wants to be.

And G’raha hadn’t given them a choice. He asked for their strength, for them to walk the path that would lead them all to a better ending—and then had made them essential to nearly all his plans before they’d even had the chance to decline. In his eyes, all of his friends from NOAH were nothing short of heroes, and now they are paying the price without complaint. He had looked at the endless sky and seen a power strong enough to topple abominations without seeing the black storm on the horizon, and now he is trapped with the storm and nothing else.

Here, in Lakeland’s lilac and silver forests, there are two storms and no sky. No surrender.

When the last of the eaters and its bones have been turned to motes of aether and dust, G’raha stepped towards Zaya with a thundering, heavy heart.

“You’re injured,” he said, carefully. Zaya still flinched, as if still expecting a blow. Still waiting for reprimand and revulsion. “Allow me, my friend.”

He waited for Zaya to nod sharply before moving them over to a pile of rocks and sitting them down, kneeling beside them as he worked. Most of their injuries were shallow things, oozing blood like honey. Even in that frenzied dance warding off a half-dozen eaters, Zaya had only needed small bursts of healing every now and then, and G’raha was surprised when his aether hadn’t caught onto a more serious injury. He thought they had hidden it, but it seemed that Zaya had simply avoided one altogether.

G’raha knew from Taban that life on the Steppe was wildly different from any other childhood one could receive across most, if not all of the Source. Zaya had faced hundreds of thousands more battles than he had, even with a century’s worth of time ahead of them, and it showed in the hard lines of their posture and build. The sharp silhouette they pulled with black horns and scales and the soft blues and whites they wore to offset it. 

It was terrifying, Zaya’s entire nature. G’raha wondered what else had been crushed beneath the bones of Zaya’s hands, what other lives stained the scales and knuckles of their fingers. If any of it would wash away beneath the rain or had stained Zaya’s being like lightning in the dead of night.

It’s going to rain soon, Zaya mumbled, voice hazy in his head. We should hurry.

“Not until I’m sure you are well,” he said, waiting for Zaya to argue and furrowing his brow when they didn’t. “You may want to clean off your hands in the lake water once I have healed them.”

You look like you’ve seen something worse than a sin eater.

If he were any less kind, or if he had brought Zaya as his companion with any other intention than to figure out if his friend—if the endless blue sky was still there, he would have said he did find something worse than an eater. He knew Zaya was fully aware that he had been watching closely the whole time.

But as much as G’raha detested what Zaya had become, what they refused to do even if it took everything they loved and set it ablaze, he still could not hate them. 

“Just lost in thought, my friend,” he assured them, even if something in him was disquieted by said thoughts. He ran his hands over the air above their bloodied, ichor-sticky knuckles, careful not to let it touch his own hands as he healed the scratched skin. “Nothing to worry about.”

He looked up as the first few drops of rain began to fall on their heads, just to check Zaya’s face. Despite the scales that protected the line of Zaya’s jaw and the curl of their horns around the sides of their head, they were ever prone to injury there. 

When he did, he saw a flicker in their eyes, beneath the smudges of their facepaint and the sweat-soaked hair plastered to their forehead, before the stormclouds gathered once more and it was gone.

There; a break in the storm. A glimpse of eternal blue sky.

[aworldofyou]

      How is one suppose to feel when witnessing heartbreak of one that is envied? Leliana hadn’t figured it out yet; as much as she tried to wrestle with her own thoughts she hadn’t arrived at an answer. Their travels had taken them into the heart of Denerim. And it was when Alistair had suddenly halted with Lyna; had stopped them all with a loud declaration of their location. This had been his sister’s house; and the excitement in his tone, the stutter, reflected mirth at the prospect of being so close to something he’d always dreamed of. It was heart warming. Leliana had briefly watched her touch his elbow, watched Mahariel’s expression soften, before she noticed that Wynne had been watching her. Leliana had tried not to let it show how much her own heart sunk with the sight of them being so casual; but the choice had been made. And she only had to hold the eye of the Elder before the mage pointed with her head back toward the direction of the Gnawed Noble Tavern. And it was as such Leilana obliged with a gentle nod, and a word of returning once all is done.

       What she didn’t expect was on their return was the bitter contemplation on Alistair’s face; the disappointment that darkened a usually bright demeanor, the way his shoulders sagged and head hung heavy. Something had gone terribly wrong; it had to have, why else would he look so solemn. How he could be so quiet on their journey home despite the looks of assurance Lyna had given him. How concerning the silence was as they made their journey back toward their camp and settled in for the night.

       She is seated before the fire, always the best place to keep everyone in sight should someone be attacked, or some bandit or - Maker forbid, a Darkspawn make an appearance. And across from her, he is in the place he always is. Be it seated, cleaning his sword, or kneeling to prep their food. But tonight it seems he only existed, stared at the fire in silence, and for that Leliana felt something soften in her. Where resentment had burned like a flame; pity only took it’s place. “For what it’s worth.” She starts, fingers fiddling with the shaft of an arrow as she spoke. “I think you would be an excellent brother... You can make your .. traditional Ferelden stews, and I will refuse to eat them. See? Already off to an excellent start.”

      @sicsemper​ / gets 1 of 2 Leliana starters, for Alistair ( Theirin ).

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hermes look great in your newest piece! though i'm a bit perplexed because lyna's skin tone is pretty light compared to her in-game appearance :< idk i felt like i had to point this out, especially when you did such a fine job with hermes' color where other people have whitewashed him. otherwise they're both really lovely pieces!

hi anon! sorry about that, it was a genuine mistake as i didn't realize that lyna is darker than the average skin tone. i plan on revisiting a few of my past cards as well as im not too happy with some of them so i'll likely fix that (and the post) when i revisit and repost them when everything is done. thanks for pointing it out!

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Took over 3 hours to log in today but we’re here

Endwalker day 3 (somehow these keep getting longer)

LMAO these bunnies talking to Urianger like “yeah you seem like someone willing to do some fucked up shit when needed, pls help”

so the sharlayans are the ones sending shit up here, right. like that seems pretty obvious. they investigated the aetherial sea, found hydaelyn, she was like “hey help the buns”, they’ve been doing it in secret ever since

of course Urianger is up to some shady bullshit once again, the expansion wouldn’t be complete without it. could really do without these stealth sections though

Uriangerrrrrrr ;n; I love him SO much, literally one of my top 3 favs, of course this scene is the first to get the waterworks really flowing. his VA is so good too

STOP not this cutscene of him and the buns, don’t do this..... NOT PUDDINGWAY LMAO, good fuckin save Urianger

GOD the writers were really targeting me specifically with this whole sequence, when Urianger kneels down to talk to someone smaller than him it’s already over for me, though pls tell me this doesn’t mean Urianger is benched for the rest of the expansion

Zenos viator Galvus, huh. interesting. if we get a Zenos redemption arc I’m gonna lose my shit

lol Fourchenault leaves, the twins’ 6 other parents roll up instead, WAIT why do I have to guess who’s at the door??? oh wait am I choosing who it is? ok im manifesting Graha

oh NOT him doing his little tail wag, hand wringing he did as exarch!!!!! Graha im love you!!!!! what a lovely little conversation, def gonna go back and see what the other convos look like, though I wish Urianger was an option

bun boy!!!! and Sid the DRK job tutor in the back!!! there is extremely ominous shit happening and everything is about to go real bad but im glad bun boy is okay (for now)

what the fuck the part of this dungeon where the mom turns into a monster and her kids are so upset that they do too is so fucked up, holy shit

what the FUCK, RIP satrap

holy shit graha going full exarch mode, fuck yeah let’s GO

god damn the animation team sure as hell got a budget this time around, anyway can we do cpr on a baby? wait are you KIDDING ME, NOT MATSYA AND THE BABY, WHAT THE FUCK

oh thank fucking christ Estinien and Vrtra. awwwww baby like big drago

lots of burials in this one, god. always with the twins too

me going around this village during the literal fucking apocalypse telling people “why dont you have some tea and maybe youll calm down”

uh hello? shithead dad? the fuck are you doing here? YEAH THAT’S RIGHT TRASH DAD, VRTRA IS A BIG DRAGON AND HE’S OUR FRIEND, FUCK OFF

Nidhana is such a delight, I love her sm

SDLKFJDSFKHG LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CALLED THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!! LET’S GO GET ELIDIBUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM POPPING ALL THE WAY OFF

im gonna fuckin CRY im back in the first.......... Lyna!!!!!! BEQ LUGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i have the biggest dumbest grin on my face, im so happy

tiny elidibus..................... im emotional................. wait WHAT?? TIME TRAVELING WITH ELIDIBUS??? omgggggg WHAT is graha gonna say when I get back and im like “sorry borrowed the crystal tower for a lil time travel and let elidibus drive lmaoo”

fucking shit I talked to Elidibus for all of 3 minutes and im an emotional wreck

LMAO Emet throwing a fucking fit as soon as he shows up, he is such a CHILD omg, anyway thanks for the body, and the height?????? WOW thanks bud!!!!

HYTHLODAEUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the way I just GASPED and slapped a hand over my heart, IM LOVE HIM!!!! he’s so pretty omg, so nice, his voice is so pleasant~

Meteion got a higher animation budget than all of the scions combined holy shit

“will I have to remove you by force” oh fucking TRY ME OLD MAN, I’ll kick your ass again, give you a preview of how it’s gonna feel 12000 years in the future

"if I’m thin it’s because Emet-Selch didn’t do a proper job” why even give me other options, of course I’m dragging Emet, LMAO he’s so mad, his VA is so good

LMAO BULLYING EMET-SELCH THIS IS THE CONTENT I CRAVE

ppfphhphhhhhhhhwehhh me n Emet n Hythlodaeus were best friendssssssss ;n;

lmao Hythlodaeus just going on his lil tangent about sharks <3 also Venat was the Azem before me huh, that’s pretty wild........ also she really told Emet “you should smile more sweetie :)” lmao

so am I gonna explain the bit where I killed Emet in this little recounting of MSQ OH SHIT I AM LOL, how is this not creating some kind of paradox or something, pretty understandable he’d be pissed lol

me vs. Venat, no items, final destination, LMAOOOO I GOT FUCKING BODIED also WHAT is this music, WHEW okay got it on the second try, cannot imagine being a BLM in that one, needed my whole SMN kit & allllll that mobility to survive

“do not approach me, do not speak to me, and do not dare to presume to treat me as a friend” BOY Emet’s still extremely mad huh

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS TOO LATE AT NIGHT FOR THAT SHIT!!!!!! GET YOUR FUCKING BLEEDING BLACK EYES OUT OF HERE

WWWWWWWWWWAIT TRUST DUNGEON WITH EMET VENAT AND HYTHLODAEUS?????????? NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!! WAY!!!!!!!!! THIS IS THE FUCKING BEST I CANNOT BELIEVE

EMET!!!!!!! IS!!!! A FUCKING!!!!!! DRK!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK THEY TELEPORT FOR MECHANICS, YOU FUCKIN CHEATERS!!!!! i am absolutely BESIDE myself right now holy fuck, trusts are my favorite thing in this game, I main DRK when I’m not SMN, this is just................ so much........... I cannot get over it, like here I was thinking Zenos as a trust was a wild idea but clearly I wasn’t thinking big enough

I absolutely adore that Emet has all the standard DRK skills but they’re all named pretentious-ass greek names because of COURSE. yoshi p PLEASE can I keep emet, I need another tank that isn’t Thancred, I love Graha but he needs a break sometimes

boy Hermes/Fandaniel/Amon’s VA is putting in a lot of boss fight work here huh, good thing he’s really good at it

that whole sequence was just. so good. why did Hythlodaeus saying “hey we’ll probably remember all this when we die” hit like a fucking truck though

oh man not original Answers, oh FUCK me not Hythlodaeus giving a casual smile & wave to Emet-Selch as he leaves to go be sacrificed for Zodiark, ANYTHING but this

“henceforth, he shall walk” god damn, well, that’s as good a stopping point as any I think

[rookvonhunt]

Okie so ☛ For Chizuko? This might be involved.

I'm very sorry but I'm not sure how I'd go about including the blurb you gave , honestly. Mostly because we haven't had the chance to develop our oc relationships much at all. If u wanna send it again when im a little more familiar , I'm totally down !! For now I'll jsut do a blurb for Amos and default Chizuko :)

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☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up

Amos and Chizuko

"Hey Chiz-"

A blink when he's cut off by Chizuko pressing her finger to his lips. He sort of just stared at her for a moment, having been floating behind her. What was she doing? Before noticing she seemed preoccupied with watching someone from around a corner.

Oohh! She was being sneaky! Amos moved away from her hand for a moment. Stepping back to lean over the corner in the same manner as her. Head tilting as he noticed Lynette. Walking with someone else.

"Hey chizie- How come we're watchin' Lyna?" Another little shush, despite his whispering.

"Amos, quiet-" Chizuko huffed, rolling her eyes at his pout in response. "I'm just making sure she's alright. That's all." Ah. The ghost nodded. Despite the fact it didn't make much sense to him. But then again.. he wasn't Known for his intelligence.

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Tell me about when Lyna's pregnant and Zev knows he's going to be a father

i’m gonnaaaaa put this under a cut since it’s pretty long and also deals a lot w/ pregnancy and i know that can be troubling for some ppl :) 

sooooo lyna’s pregnancy is a little unique in that neither she.. or zevran… noticed until her second trimester that she was pregnant at all. she didn’t have many of the regular like “pregnancy symptoms”–the most she got on the checklist was like fatigue and some really weird/bad dreams. lyna had really awful repetitive nightmares of broodmothers for WEEKS and it was kinda like her body was trying to tell her smth and she just wasn’t getting the message. WRT the missed periods thing: due to the amount of stress she’s constantly under (some of it self-imposed)/the blight running thru her body she’d had really weird and irregular periods anyways, and with grey wardens being basically infertile it wasn’t something she even thought twice about. she did put on SOME weight but not really much and due to her being a very active and pretty muscular person she didn’t start showing until later too

anyways she was probably like ~16 weeks along by the time either of them was like “uh something weird is going on here” and it was literally while they were having sex zev was like “um. babe. do you have something you want to tell me?” and she like “??? wtf are you talking about??” and zev’s got his hands on the world’s tiniest baby bump (he is also the WORST MAN EVER and makes so many “wow i thought your boobs getting bigger was just a fluke” jokes/comments for like 3 days after they actually get the pregnancy confirmed) 

they both go thru like the whole five stages of grief (they are not.. actually in grief just very stressed out and surprised by it). lyna was on the denial stage for FOREVER and zev had already like, moved on to acceptance by then and was getting pretty excited. but like i said it was really stressful/surprising for the both of them bc for zev he’s like “ha ha my mom literally died in childbirth with me ha ha what if i’m going to end up doing that to my wife too holy shit i can’t do this” and lyna’s just like “a baby? a BABY? A BABY? I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A BABY? WHAT DO YOU EVEN FEED THEM? WHAT DO THEY WEAR?” 

which ends up w/ zev being really excited for weeks and coming up with really awful names and stopping to look at baby clothes and blankets and toys every time they go to the market and he talks about needing to commission “the world’s tiniest daggers” while his wife is just daaaaaaaazed next to him

they both grew up in creche environments w/o their actual biological parents so lyna, who needs to point out every flaw in everything as always, worries and stresses that they won’t be able to raise a child properly bc neither of them has any experience w/ non-communal child raising and zev gets exasperated and he’s like “really? we can stop the blight but we can’t raise one little baby? i’m PRETTY SURE it’s gonna be OK.” 

zev’s a very attentive husband/papa to be to the point where it does kind of tick lyna off at time bc she’s a very independent person, but she really can’t like, get too mad at him for wanting to put his hands all over her all the time bc he gets the softest look in his eyes… whenever baby got really restless lyna would call him over and he’d rest his hand on her tummy and baby would settle down and it made both of them emotional EVERY TIME (also this led to a lot of zev being the big spoon w/ his hands on belly and lyna dying in the antiva heat but being too content to move..lol). he’s also really big on the sweeping lyna off her feet to carry her up stairs and steep hills or w/e and always gets a big shit eating grin on his face when he does it bc he knows she gets so embarrassed every time he does it

that got really long and rambly IM SORRY i hope this answer is adequate ^^;;