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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 2 months

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Apocalypse!AU -- Reunion

Synopsis: Separated from his family after a coup destroyed their old settlement, Jacob spends three long months trying to find them again and bring them home, if they're still alive.

06/03/2024: I feel so bad for writing this years ago and then not posting. However, I'm glad I did, because I could read through it and see how sparse it actually was. I like this piece a lot and want to share it with you guys (proof I'm writing again! Spread the word!! Reblog!). This can be read as a standalone but there is other Apocalypse!AU content HERE, HERE, and HERE if you liked this one. It could be better, but I need sleep and a croissant (hello, priorities), and I just wanted to get something out there. Tell me what you think/if you want more/less/or you like the surprises. I surprise even myself, currently. Feedback is cool, too! Very big fan of feedback. Anyway, here you go!

Warnings: Violence, blood mention

[This is an F!Reader fic]

Word count: 3.2k (not bad, not bad)

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Rubbing his eyes, Jacob crossed off another town on his map, leaning over the wooden table in his room. They were kind enough to give him a three bedroom house to reside in, despite having two and a half beds neatly made but untouched. On two of them sat a few different stuffed animals; some new, some familiar. Lily would always share her stuffed animals with Emmett, despite the older brother acting as if he didn’t need the comfort.

He stood up straight and took a sip of his now cold coffee. The mug was sat down amongst a handful of others, showing the true extent of his exhaustion. His return from an overnight supply run with Edward and Arno barely reaped any useful resources, save for some vehicle parts. No sign of anyone camping around. No sign of his family.

A knock at his front door pulled him out of his thoughts. “It’s open!” he called, sniffing to compose himself.

“Jacob?” Evie’s voice rang throughout the hallway, a thread of worry lacing her tone.

“Upstairs!” He chose to quickly knock back the rest of his coffee.

“Jacob, when was the last time you cleaned? Your living room looks like a minefield.”

“I haven’t had the time.”

Evie leaned against the doorway, concern on her features. “You’re exhausted. You need to rest.”

“I’ll rest after we… after…” He sighed. “Later. I’ll rest later.”

The older Frye twin glanced at the table -- at the map decorated with countless crosses, the coffee mugs with their corresponding ring stains. She began to gather them.

“You don’t have to--” Jacob began.

“I was talking to Altair and Kassandra. You’re going on another supply run?” She was quite to cut him off, leaving him momentarily stunned.

“Yeah, this afternoon. And you’re going on an overnight patrol.” Evie raised a brow at that. “I checked the rota.”

“You’re not going on the run.”

Jacob scoffed. “Says who?”

“Says everyone. You’re wearing yourself out -- killing yourself. And for what?”

“For them, Evie!” He was surprised at how quickly his temper flared. “Sorry.” His voice calmed immediately, returning to its original, tired state. “It was my fault in the first place.” Carding his fingers through his hair, he sighed. “I should have protected them.”

Evie’s heart stung at her brother’s demeanour. She glanced at the wedding band on Jacob’s finger, a sole reminder of their shared family. “Altair and Kassandra won’t go with you. They can handle being a man down while said man rests.” She put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly. “There’s no point lamenting the past; It wasn’t your fault, Jacob. We’ll get them back. Go to bed.”

“But--”

Evie gave him a look, shutting him up instantly. “Bed. Now.” She followed his gaze towards the front door. “I’ll lock it when I leave.”

Jacob watched her leave his room, leaving his door slightly ajar. Standing up, he almost tripped over his chair. He moved to his bed, where a T shirt and pyjama bottoms sat. He has been working nonstop for days, and only now realised that he barely had time to look after himself. He never changed out of his overnight patrol gear, mud-encrusted and uncomfortable. A shower would be a smart option, and one he forced himself to take.

Evie was still downstairs as Jacob emerged from the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. His movements were less than lackluster, seeming to constantly be on the verge of giving up.

Perhaps a few hours of rest would do him some good.

He climbed into his bed for the first time in half a week, and listened to the ambient kitchen noises Evie made. Closing his eyes, Jacob tried to imagine someone else making that noise, but the movements were never quite the same. He pulled his pillow tight against him, closing his eyes. A tear still managed to escape, but Jacob had passed out before it had time to hit the pillow.

Altair and Kassandra dove for cover behind a car. “How are there so many hunters?!” She yelled.

“I don’t know! Just keep shooting!”

“Kill all three of them!” The leader of the group — standing at least ten hunters strong — commanded from across the street.

Altair and Kassandra exchanged glances, confused at the instructions. “Who else is here…?” Altair questioned, and was swiftly answered when gunshots rang out in front of them. Altair flinched against the car, trying to stay protected as he worked out what was going on. He spotted the third person the hunter was talking about fleeing towards an abandoned house, a hand pressed against her stomach. She dove inside and slammed the door shut.

“I suppose we found our answer,” Kassandra said.

“We should kill them all. We cannot let them get to that house.”

“Do you know her?” Kassandra asked, concern beginning to grow for this person.

Altair stood up and fired five shots before ducking again. “No, but she looks extremely familiar.”

That seemed to be enough for Kassandra, and she began to quickly eliminate the remaining five targets with a striking accuracy, likely fuelled by adrenaline and protectiveness. A few moments later, and they were all down.

“We should check if she’s alright. She looked injured,” Altair said, holstering his gun before jogging up to the door and knocking firmly. “Hello?! Are you alright? We want to help you! Are you hurt?”

No response.

He knocked again. “My name is Altair! This is Kassandra! We live in a settlement not too far from here. We have first aid and supplies! We can help you!”

Again, nothing.

“I’m kicking down the door! Please don’t shoot me…” and with that, Altair broke the lock on the door by booting it open. It was clear to see immediately that she had hidden upstairs, shown by the worrying trail of blood she left in her wake.

“Hello?” Altair became nervous; no response after an injury usually didn’t bode well for the injured. They followed the trail, Altair climbing each step purposely but with caution, eyes observing everything from the cracked yellow paint along the wall to the bloodstained bannister.

At the top of the stairs, the trail led into a closed door. He tested the handle; locked. He knocked politely. “Miss? We just want to help you. I’m coming in, alright?”

There were murmurings on the other side of the door, and Altair did the most efficient thing he could think of.

He kicked down the door.

Splinters flew, startled screams sounded out, and his hands automatically came up in surrender as he stood at gunpoint. The woman in question was lying prone on the floor, one hand around her crimson-stained stomach, and the other holding a shaking gun. “Don’t move.”

“We can get you help.” He persuaded calmly. “I can help you; I’m a medic.”

“What faction are you with?”

Kassandra mirrored Altair’s movements. “We didn’t know there were any factions.”

“You don’t dress like cultists… who are you?”

“We’re just survivors. Same as you.” Altair looked around, surprised to see two small figures crouching beside each other in the corner. “You’re protecting your children, we understand, but let us take you to our settlement. We have better medical equipment than here, and it’s safe there.”

“Survivors…” you let your arm with the firearm drop, hitting the wood with a thud. “Why are you here?”

“We’re searching for supplies.” Altair furrowed his brows in thought. That wasn’t the only reason they were out here. He glanced at the two children; one boy and one girl. “Where’s the father?”

“We got separated about three months back. I don’t know if…” she paused. “If he’s still alive.”

“What’s his name?”

“Jacob.”

“Jacob Frye?”

Your eyes lit up through the prevalent exhaustion. “Yes! That’s him. He’s alive? What about Evie?”

Altair rushed to your side, snapped out of his frozen state. “He’s been looking for you since you were separated. It must’ve been fated that the one time we told him to rest was the time where we found you.” He cradled the back of your head. “Lie back. Evie’s fine as well; she’s on an overnight patrol.”

You relaxed slightly, distracted by Kassandra introducing herself to your children. “You both look so much like your parents; I’m your pater’s friend. What are your names?”

“I’m Emmett!” Despite the situation, word about his father’s whereabouts must have excited him. “This is my little sister, Lily.” He grabbed her shoulders and stood behind her, wrapping her in a comforting hug. Lily held onto Emmett’s hands, looking away from Kassandra. “Is it true?! You know our father?”

Altair took some gauze and medical tape out of his backpack, beginning to pack and dress the wound. You bit your cheek to hide the pain from Emmett and Lily. “I can’t do much here without a needle and thread, but we have what we need at the settlement.” He wiped his hands on his shirt. “We need to go, now.” He wrapped your arm over his shoulders and heaved you to your feet. “Kassandra, get to the horses.” She nodded, and took the children by the hands, leaving the room first. You and Altair followed soon after.

Your knees kept buckling every few steps on the way to the front door, causing Altair to adjust accordingly. “Jacob will not be happy with us when we return with you in this state.”

You chuckled, a weariness to your tone. “I can imagine. That man has a tendency to overreact.”

“We’ll just have to beg for forgiveness this time around.”

As you and Altair limped out of the front door, Kassandra had rushed to bring the horses closer, the children both mounted on one of them already. “Okay, ready?” Altair asked, before hoisting you as best he could onto his horse, mounting behind you. Kassandra held both children in front of her, holding them tightly.

“Will Mama be okay?”

“She’ll be fine, little ones,” Kassandra comforted, though an uneasy smile rested on her face as she assessed the blood staining her friend’s hands.

“Stay as still as you can,” you told them, slumping heavily against Altair’s chest.

He urged his horse to turn back the way they came, kicking her into a gallop — sprinting as fast as she could go. Kassandra wasn’t far behind.

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Upon arriving at the settlement, your pulse had slowed down tremendously. Your bandage (and Altair’s shirt) was almost drenched in blood, and you were slipping in and out of consciousness. Altair skidded his horse to a stop and slid off, taking you with him. He adjusted you up in his arms and carried you hurriedly into the infirmary. “Help! I need help!” A few doctors came out, and upon seeing the amount of blood, dove into action, taking you out of his arms. He looked down at himself, at the crimson soaking the cotton of his shirt, at the dried blood on his skin. A wave of nausea threatened to overcome him.

Gathering himself, he turned to move into the porch of the infirmary building, where Kassandra and the children were waiting, confused and distressed. “I’m getting Jacob,” he told her, sprinting towards the bar. It was the only place the group usually frequented; no doubt the familiarity would be a subconscious coping mechanism. The sun had dipped low under the horizon, chilling the air. Altair didn’t feel cold.

He slammed the door open with his shoulder, slamming it against the wall. The entire room fell into silence, eyes shooting to the scene. Jacob sat on a barstool, a glass of whiskey in front of him. He also snapped his gaze to Altair while pocketing his wallet.

The look on his friend’s face told him everything.

They’re here. We found them.

The blood all over him told him something else, and his blood turned to ice. “Oh, Christ.” Jacob flew off of his stool, running faster than he thought possible behind Altair.

Who was hurt? How bad is it? Are they…?

They sprinted across the street in what can only be described as the longest ten seconds of his life. Reaching the front door of the infirmary, Altair let Jacob overtake him as he threw open the porch door.

He fell to his knees when he saw his children again. “Oh…”

They ran into his arms, and he embraced them tightly. “Are you both alright? Are you hurt?” He pulled away, voice cracking with worry, even as he tried to hide it.

“No.” Emmett said, tears in his eyes. He flung his arms around his father’s neck.

Lily’s had already started falling. “I was so scared,” she whispered, clinging to his shoulder.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. You’re alright. My gorgeous girl.” He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead, bringing her back into him. “My beautiful boy.” Emmett held him tighter. He never thought he would savour this moment again, holding his children in his arms. Waiting for a moment, he steeled himself. If neither of his children were hurt, that left one possible heartbreak.

He pulled away after a few moments. “I need to check on Mum. You two need to stay here, alright? Stay with my friends, while I go inside. I’ll be back in a minute.” He could tell that they didn’t want him to disappear so quickly, but they nodded anyway. Kassandra took them to a small play area in the corner.

Jacob moved to knock harshly on the door. “Hey! Open up! I need to see my wife!”

The door unlocked rather quickly, the doctor perhaps intimidated by the possibilities of Jacob’s tone. He barged in, freezing at the sight before him; you lying in a hospital bed, your skin tone sickened, your eyes closed. a couple of doctors busied around your wound and were checking your vitals. Two trolleys sat beside them; one of clean bandages and medical equipment, and the other held bloodstained fabric.

Jacob’s stomach dropped, filling with lead. “No…”

Rushing to the bedside, he caressed your head with one hand, and grasped your own with the other. “Y/n, God…” He didn’t need to compose himself anymore, tears spilling down his cheeks in both worry and relief. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, sosorry.”

Semi-lucid, you feebly squeezed his hand. “I found you.”

He laughed, tears brimming in his eyes. “You did.” The light mood was quickly dissipated by the way you were blinking. Slow, fatigued eyes staring slightly out of focus. “Who did this to you?” Anger bled through his gritted teeth.

“They’re dead, Jacob. Don’t chase headless chickens.”

He sighed and couldn’t help but smile at your familiar phrases. A whirlpool of emotions overwhelmed him, constantly switching between anger, devastation, and relief.

He looked up to one of the doctors. “Is she going to be okay?” His thumb caressed your cheekbone.

The doctor kept looking between you and Jacob. “We’ll take care of her.” He walked away quickly, as if fetching something.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?!” He began to sit up, worried, but you pulled on his hand.

“Don’t, Jacob. Let him go.” Frowning, he instead pulled up a chair to sit beside your bed.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t find you sooner.” His elbows rested on the mattress, his hands enveloping yours, pressed against his forehead. “I never should have stopped.”

You brushed the tousled hair out of his eyes, smiling at his loving gaze. Concerned and guilty, but loving.

“From what I heard, you were working yourself to death. I’m glad you weren’t there; you would have panicked.”

“But… I could have prevented this.” His lips pressed against your knuckles; a constant kiss.

“You don’t know that. I’ll be fine here, but our children need somewhere to sleep and bathe.” You studied his features, keeping to yourself concerns about his own health. His eyes looked sunken, and if it wasn’t for Evie’s presence you would have been certain that he wouldn’t be eating either.

“I can’t just leave you here.” He breathed a tone of fatigued defiance.

You scoffed playfully. “I’m in the safest place in the world. Literally.”

“But what if—“

“Shhh.” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. “Nothing will happen. It won’t happen.”

He geared himself to leave, but paused at the last moment. Turning to you again, he opened his mouth to say something, but a tearful scoff came out instead. “I thought… I thought I’d never see my family again.” He grasped your hand tighter. “Now that you’re here, I don’t want to let you go again.”

You wiped a tear from his cheek. “We’re not going anywhere. I promise.” A wall of fatigue overcame you, and you found your eyes fluttering closed.

“Y/n?” You hummed, feeling your husband’s hand on your cheek.

“I’m resting, Jacob. I’m okay.”

He sighed, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”

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“Hey, have any of you seen Jacob?”

Evie found her way into the bar in the morning, having just returned from her overnight patrol. The entire squad had bagged the biggest booth that morning, conversing in relieved and content murmurs. She eyed them suspiciously. “What’s going on?”

Altair regarded her with the most emotion she’d ever seen him wear. “Go find out. He’s in the infirmary.”

“What?!” She turned on her heel and ran. What trap did he fall into this time?

She opened the infirmary door, expecting Jacob to be bandaged up and drugged on morphine (which happened more often than she would like). “Oh my God.”

Jacob was sat in a chair at your bedside, chuckling quietly at one of Emmett’s stories, his actions and facial expressions entrancing Jacob fully as he sat cross legged on the bed. Lily was playing with his hair in his lap. He held her tightly in one hand and held your hand with the other. The children snapped up at the sound of her voice.

“Aunt Evie!”

She dropped to her knees as they bolted towards her. Laughing, she kissed their heads multiple times as they collided into her arms. “Oh my God; you’re here! I missed you both so much!” She couldn’t help tears of joy breaking through. “Don’t cry, Aunt Evie,” Emmett said sadly, wiping her tears.

“They’re tears of joy, darling. I’m so happy you’re safe.”

“They’re tears of pain, really; you naughty rascals are going to drive her up the wall.”

They groaned at their father’s jokes. “No, we drive her down the wall; you’re the one who drives her up it.” Jacob was impressively stunned at Lily’s comeback, while you and Evie laughed. Suddenly, you winced, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

Jacob’s attention was on you in an instant. “What happened?”

“Nothing, I’m okay. I laughed too hard.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Jacob raised a suspicious brow.

“I promise I’m okay.”

Seemingly satisfied, Jacob smiled softly before leaning down to kiss you ever so gently, as if you were made of porcelain. You couldn’t help but smile back; he radiated so much joy and love in this moment, it was impossible to ignore.

Emmett groaned at your and Jacob’s act. “Aunt Evie, get us out of here!”

#assassin's creed #apocalypse!au #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye x f!reader #assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed x f!reader #emmett frye #lily frye #help me tag guys

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tiredflowercrown · 6 months

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I got reminded that he existed so here ya go!!

honor

They changed his name. Butchered it, made it into something unrecognizable, something palatable for Auradon. Names have power. They know this, use it as a good reason for changing it, saying that they will protect him.

It doesn’t, of course, protect him. It weakens him instead. Greek names were supposed to be repeated, to be honored and revered. The more one’s name is known the more powerful they are. His name isn’t Herkie. It’s Therimachus. The first son of demigod Heracules and Princess Megara of Thebes.

He used to have friends, friends like him that were both too godly and not enough at the same time. They are no longer friends now. Not because he did anything wrong, but because if Auradon knew of their existence they would be dead. He, being the son of a hero, was protected. They, the chosen and legacies of the long past, would be hunted and erased without a clue to who they were.

He misses them dearly, they understood him. Far better than anyone here could. They saw how the stories layered, time changed based on what story was currently told.

He misses Octavia Kassandra who insisted that her whole name would be the only way she would be called. Her gifted eyes and talent with augury had never led him astray.

He misses Ali who loved music more than anything except perhaps her family. Her shots had never missed and she danced with fire so beautifully one would think they would be the same.

He misses Lex whose crooked smile and glenting golden brown eyes was always ready to take charge. His skill with a sword and constant punctuality was a routine to live by.

He misses Orpheia who sat amongst the trees so much they seemed to surround her. Her stories and songs were hypnotic with how angelic they were.

He misses Hyacintha who was constantly in motion and rivaled him in athletics. Her knowledge and talent with medical supplies had been better than most doctors.

There’s more now, so many more. Their names will never be known, talents never shown to the outside world. They will be lost to history, at least to Auradon’s knowledge or lack thereof. Occasional signs show that his old friends are watching, that they still care. Larkspur and Hyacinths pressed in his books. Bach and Mozart playing from his phone. A stuffed animal sat in various places. Alarms set reminding him of tasks. Snacks tucked inside drawers or his bag.

Therimachus’s strength is a lesser version of his father’s. Herkie’s was a freak, being stronger than all of his classmates. Constantly divided. Tearing an already torn version of a story. He can’t be Herkie. His honor depends on it. The longer he’s Herkie the more he loses. The more his fate sets in stone.

His talents will never truly be known. He’s just a poorer version of his father. Not an archer. Not a leader. Not a friend.

He will never earn his honor, will never earn a place in history, will never have his own name. He will forever be Herkie, son of Hercules.

#disney descendants #descendants herkie

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redrocketpanda · 2 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

hey - absolutely always okay to ask me about my favourite characters (or favourite anything's). I haven't unboxed them for some time and am frankly excited to wave them in everyone's faces again (though picking a top 10 is hardddddd - this could very easily have been a BNHA/HQ/JJK list but I restricted myself to 1 character per media)

Bakugou Katsuki (BNHA) - beloved boy, loml, star in my sky, etc etc. forever #1 of any + all lists. I adore grumpy characters who find themselves caught up in being loved into character growth by their friends, but I think the main reason he's my #1 is that I see a lot of myself in him. I too was a very angry young person with a superiority complex who went on a journey into letting others in, allowing myself to experience joy and love, and dismantling ideas of perfectionism. I don't think I'll ever truly let the pricklyness or slight god complex go though

Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu) - beloved boy #2 because who doesn't love Bokuto??? We are all rendered weak in the face of his endearing and endless puppy energy. I love how loving, optimistic and tenacious he is. Oh, and let's not talk about how relatable some of his other qualities are (prior to watching HQ I almost verbatim quoted a complaint Bokuto makes in a completely different context). love himmmmmmmm

Sarah Harding (The Lost World) - One of two of my biggest role models as a child/teenager. I wanted to be like Sarah so bad and had also wanted to work in animal behaviour in part bc of her. She's completely badass, and as an adult I also have a newfound appreciation for how she handles communicates + asserts her boundaries in her relationship with Ian

Padme Amidala (Star Wars) - The second of my biggest role models as a child/teenager. Leia didn't grow on me until I was older, but I was obsessed with Padme. I feel like the fandom + Episode III does her dirty, but to me I adore how intelligent, caring and assertive she is. I studied politics at college because of her!

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) - Possibly my favourite of all of the shitbags that I love. I remember desperately pleading with myself to not fall on my face for Gojo during the first episode of S1 and made it until the credits... Why do I love him? He's heinously obnoxious, self-assured, hilarious, extremely powerful, and a complete walking disaster of a man.

Cristina Yang (Grey's Anatomy) - I don't watch Grey's Anatomy anymore but I used to be obsessed with it. I still own S1-6 on DVD and have very fond memories of it. I always loved Cristina for her blunt directness, self-belief, intelligence, and approach to friendships/relationships. Plus, my best friend in college identified me as a 75% Cristina/25% George personality so Cristina has also been very dear to my heart for that reason lmao

Achilles (The Song of Achilles) - It wouldn't be me if I didn't include Achilles on a list of favourites. I named my dog after Achilles because I love him so much and joked to my (poor) boyfriend that if we ever have a kid together, their middle name should be Achilles. Madeline Miller's depiction of Achilles is my favourite and love him for very similar reasons to Bakugou tbh. Give me a man filled with unbridled pride and arrogance with god-like physical prowess and I'll probably love them forever (plus also, ow my heart)

Kassandra (Assassin's Creed Odyssey) - *heart eye emoji* but fr I have such a fondness for Kassandra. She's the perfect mix of stoic big buff lady, hilariously sarcastic sense of humor, and absolute heart of gold. I love her characterisation and think she's such a fantastically written character. Plus... I want her to pick me up and cuddle me so bad

Lilo (Lilo and Stitch) - I think it's a tragedy that Lilo is often forgotten due to not being a Disney princess bc she is honestly such a wonderful character. Lilo and Stitch is one of my favourite movies, and I admire how resilient, loving, eccentric and curious Lilo is

Xandri Corelel (the Xandri Corelel series) - The Xandri Corelel is one of my favourite sci-fi series and that is, in part, bc of Xandri herself. She's the first autistic woman I encountered in sci-fi and I adored how the series explores how her autism is what makes her an excellent head of xeno-liaisons. She's also bisexual and polyamorous so even further brilliant rep for me, and tbh is just a great character all round

I tried not to write an essay but it's really hard when I could talk about these characters all day but hopefully this was vaguely fun/interesting for people to read And in case anyone is interested some of my other favourite characters who didn't quite include the top 10 include: Jirou Kyoka (BNHA), Kirishima Eijirou (BNHA), Itadori Yuji (JJK), Nishinoya Yuu (HQ), Tanaka Ryu (HQ), Kuroo Tetsurou (HQ), Miya Atsumu (HQ), Zagreus (Hades), Moana and Rapunzel (Disney), Fang Runin (The Poppy War), Kunigami Rensuke (bluelock), Bachira Meguru (bluelock), Sebastian (Stardew Valley), and Vash the Stampede (Trigun Stampede)

#redrocketpanda #rrp asks

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mimbotomy · 5 months

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10 characters/10 fandoms/10 tags

tagged by the amazingly talented @aeide!

Kassandra (AC Odyssey): Let’s be honest, did anyone who follows me expect anything else? In a game full of amazing characters I adore, she will always reign supreme in my heart 🩷

Mimir (God of War): I love you and your stories, you funky little head.

Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase (PJO): I can’t separate them here or in my heart! Friends to lovers supremacy! Two friends, one brain cell! Nicknames! AHHHHH!

9th Doctor (Doctor Who): I’ve been rewatching relevant episodes of 10s’ run to catch myself up for the 60th anniversary specials but I keep going back to 9s’ run because as much as I love 10, there’s just a sense of wonder in that first season with 9 and Rose that is just so incredible.

General Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist): She can stab me any day 😍

Shawn and Gus (Psych): kinda like Percy and Annabeth, I can’t separate them! They are the definition of ride or die best friends, the gold standard we should all strive for IMO.

Nyx (Hades): Such a fascinating character! Her motives never seem totally clear but her love for her children, Zagreus included, is perhaps her defining character trait.

Boromir (LoTR): He’s not always my favorite character from Tolkien’s work, because Samwise motherfucking Gamgee exists, but I think he is by far the most fascinating and tragic. I know a lot of people love to hate him for trying to take the ring, but IMO those people are missing the love and responsibility he has for his people and his fear for their survival.

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99): I don’t think she’s my favorite character on the show, RIP the late great Andre Braugher and his amazing portrayal of Captain Holt, but she has a special place in my heart because watching her coming out story helped me realize that I was bisexual too!

Stephen Colbert (the Colbert Report): this one might be a cop out but he's definitely playing a character there and the Colbert Show was my third favorite show growing up (following Animal Planet’s Crocodile Hunter and the Most Extreme for more insight on what a weird little kid I was) and it had a huge effect on my humor, my politics, and the way I saw and approached the world.

As always, I'm sure everyone I would tag has already been tagged, but if not and you see/want to do this, consider yourself tagged and let me know for the future!

#tag game

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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get to know me better.

[or fandoms that I am fond of with]

[wanted to make this to show my interests]

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Tips: [ ♡ ] refers to most loved ones for me.

& for movies and tv series I wrote those that I wanted to write a fic about or make edits from them and read stories about them.

lastly, you can request an edit such as wallpapers and icons OR story/prompt/oneshot from these likings such as games [gow, ac, etc.] your wishes always welcome! & requests are open for both edits and stories.

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⋯ marvel/mcu ⋯

favorite characters: loki, bucky b.[ ♡ ], stephen s. [ ♡ ], peter parker, wanda m.[ ♡ ], ghost rider, deadpool, natasha

favorite movies [mcu]: ragnarok, infinity war, the winter soldier, iron man

favorite tv series [mcu]: loki, wandavision

⋯ dc ⋯

favorite characters: batfam members, especially bruce wayne/batman[ ♡ ], superman, green lantern [hal], doctor fate, zatanna, john constantine

favorite movies: the batman (2022 and nolan triology)[ ♡ ], constantine, joker

favorite tv series: the sandman

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god of war – kratos [ ♡ ], atreus [ ♡ ], mimir, freya, brok and sindri, heimdall [don’t judge me pls, I just loving cocky characters]

detroit: become human – connor [ ♡ ], markus, kara & hank

dying light 2 – aiden, hakon

resident evil series – chris, leon, jill, ethan

assassin’s creed series – ezio [ ♡ ], altair, connor, alexios [ ♡ ] & kassandra, da vinci

other games I like [to play & to watch]: red dead redemption 2, heavy rain, the last of us, uncharted 4

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the boys – the boys members [ ♡ ], homelander [poor boy], maeve, soldier boy [very little far from putting the heart because of jensen’s amazing acting]

supernatural – dean, sam, castiel [ ♡ for all of these three], lucifer

other tv series I like/d: lost, obi-wan kenobi, sherlock, house of dragon & got

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star wars – obi-wan [ ♡ ], anakin/darth vader [ ♡ ], luke, leia, padme, r2-d2, [din djarin from tv series and ahsoka from animated series]

lord of the rings – nearly every character but mostly: gandalf, aragorn, sauron, galadriel

hobbit – also nearly every character but mostly: smaug, bilbo, thranduil, bard the bowman

other movies & movie series I like to watch for both the storyline and specific characters [there are so many because I am 100% movie lover but I will just write those I want to write about thanks to their characters]: the matrix [♥], twilight [thanks to robert pat.], the chronicles of narnia [ ♡ ], in time, the gentlemen, bullet train

new info will be added/removed from time to time, probably... and I hope you found common interests as me! I wanted to publish this as a personal post and something that you can get some information about me as well! thanks for visit my blog and this post, I wish to find you in my other posts & message section. have a nice day, night & life! ♡ - rose.

#personal post #my interests #masterlist #???#should I call it as masterlist?#vom #rose #gifs are edited by me #<3 #thanks for reading this #^^

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findusinaweek · 1 year

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I might be really late to this, but 3, 5, and 6 for the gaming asks

Hi! I don't mind late stuff at all! 3) I talk a lot about AC Odyssey but I always find one more thing to love about it each time I play. Lately, I've just been letting it go into idle mode and listen to the atmospheric sounds while writing and watch how they change with the passage of time. A dog came up to Alexios (I don't know if you play AC Odyssey but you can either play as him or Kassandra) in the woods and just sat next to him, staring at his hand. I've never seen that before! I am quite scared of dogs in real life but it was nice. What did the dog want from Alexios? Was it lost? Probably just some game glitch but it brought me a little spark of joy.

5) Diluvian Winds! There is a free demo on Steam that I've been playing but the actual game has not come out yet. It's a resource management type game where you are instructing little animals on how to weather a big wave. I'm really pumped for it. I'm also really excited for Chillquarium! It's also a Steam game, the creator is a close friend and I had been able to play-test it last spring. It's a little idle game where you can buy fish and decorate an aquarium. I'm so proud to see how each new version got better and better. My buddy did everything, the animation and coding and music. It's just such a cool experience to see it all come together!

6) OH. I really like the Sims! I really like building in it, mostly historical stuff but sometimes houses from other video games/media. That's why I was on tumblr in the first place, all that sweet sweet cc out there. I probably spent more time looking up cc and researching historical architecture than playing, and it's my most played game series, for sure.

#thanks for the ask!#it cheered my day #onionjuggler #ask game #*slaps the sims 4* this baby can hold so much cc

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star--nymph · 1 year

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👀 for the wholesome oc ask meme: 1, 14, 15, 23 and 25 for your girl Eurydice (finding one that hasn't been asked already was like.. a minefield situation lol) Bonus: 3 for another character of your choice ✨

Aaaaa, thank you so much! And don't worry, I get it, trying to not ask the same questions is HARD.

Eurydice:

What is their go-to comfort food?

Peaches! Eurydice loves peaches more than anything. She's so pick about most food but if you manage to get something peach flavored, she'll devour it in seconds. Eurydice is the reason why peach trees cover Skyhold.

14. Quickly, let them give us some life advice!

"Hmm, many problems in this world would be solved if people stopped speaking so loud and listened. Important things are said but are lost over shouting and crying. Emotion gets in the way, yes? Yes. Stop it. Be silent, watch, and listen. Think. To be loud is to be a fool. Now, enough. I am busy. Leave me alone, yes? Yes."

15. Now you give them some life advice.

Eurydice, my heart, my love, my dear. So much of you damn life would be easier if you didn't just assume people's thoughts for them and then run for it. I know it's a defensive mechanism but MY GOD. STAY PUT WHEN YOU'RE UPSET DON'T RUN. HIDING IN THE FOREST AND LAYING FACE DOWN IN A SWAMP IS NOT A SOLUTION.

23. Would they prefer reading books or listening to an audiobook? Besides, would they rather read for someone or have someone read for them?

Reading on her own and reading to someone else. I think the person would have to have a very soothing voice to Eury if she were to enjoy being read to, one way or another. It would also take all her attention to do so. I don't imagine Eurydice is someone who could listen to a podcast or an audiobook and do something else.

25. If they had to prepare a conference, what would be the topic of discussion?

Oh I answer this one here but! I imagine Eurydice could have plenty of topics to do a conference with (if by conference, we mean she infodumps, answers two questions, and then leaves without saying goodbye to anyone). Other topics of discussion:

The Preserving of Elven Artifacts The Strengths and Limits of Weather Magic Healing Magic and when it crosses the line in Necromancy Rift Manipulation Why Halla are Good and the Best Animal The Protection of Halla and Dragons The Invention of Flying Magic

Let's see, how about Kassandra?

3. What is something they really like about themselves and what is something you really like about them?

I think what Kassandra likes about herself is that she knows how to give a good time. I don't think she knows how much of a bright spot she is to people, but I think she's aware that she has the power to make people happy and worry less. If she can do that for anyone, especially her best friends, by telling a good joke or pulling them into a dance, or just being generally silly until they crack a smile, she will.

As for me, I just. Love Kassandra a lot. She's my first oc from when I was fourteen (maybe even earlier) and I've put a lot of love and care into her. I'm super protective about her. I love that she's so loving, so confident, and such a hero dynamic but that she's also this hurt person trying to heal and she fucks up a lot because of her anger and frustration with the world. That last part is me projecting but that's the point of an oc, right? She's gotta lot to give and I just want to show her off to everyone and make them love her too.

#Eurydice Lavellan #deity oc- Kassandra Rosales #I only make ocs who are diasters because I am diaster and we will be DIASTERS TOGETHER #Godkiller//Deity

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lcnelyday · 9 months

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CHARACTER OUTLINE.

Name: Suvi Alora Nygard Alias / Nicknames: Su (@pristinaluna) Vi (@wynterlanding) Suv, Vivi, Kassandra Nilsson

Rules: Bold what always apples, italics what applies sometimes / in part.

FLAWS.

STRENGTHS.

SKILLS & HOBBIES.

tagging: @pristinaluna @queenxfthedxmned @ofbookshelves @littlewrensx @dearyvicious @stardxstmxses @rennisaturate

#suvi nygard #about suvi

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semperintrepida · 11 months

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1 (mainly how's progress and what do you love most about it), 4, 21, 23?

Also, for 18 you said "There's a version of that story that doesn't skip the five months between chapter 1 and 2."

Is there any way you would ever post your draft of that version? That's incredibly intriguing and I would love to read it.

Finally, you said "There's also a version with an Isu component that became a darling that I absolutely had to kill."

Could you elaborate? That sounds super interesting.

Hey there, @triyal!

1．Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

If you've been following me for any length of time, you know what my current obsession project's all about. I'm still working on second-pass edits for the last handful of chapters in the book, while simultaneously doing final polish edits on chapters before posting them. (We're up to chapter 20 of 39!)

I'm really hoping to get second-pass edits wrapped up so I can start working on something else.

What I've loved about this book is the fucking audacity of it: the subject matter, the choice of POV/tense, Kyra as my POV character, the ambitions I have for the narrative. This is a work that the publishing industry would call "a challenging book to sell." It's certainly been a challenge to write.

(I'm also irrationally proud of the ending.)

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

I was joking with someone in a side chat that I've written too many bangers in "The Breaking" for me to choose just one, and I probably deserved their response that it's a wonder my head can still fit through a doorway...

So I'll pick this line from "And the Currents Collide":

Kassandra arrived at the Altar of Artemis under night-shrouded skies that had just begun to soften with the pale light of dissolving stars.

A lot of assonance and consonance in that sentence—the initial run of a sounds giving way to all those s'es—along with an intriguing image of "dissolving stars."

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Parts of "The Breaking" might make an interesting stage play. Hear me out: there's not a whole lot of action and the meaty parts of the book are mostly dialogue between two leads. It could work!

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

I've wanted to tell a rip-roarin' redemption story since I watched Xena on broadcast TV in the 90s. My teenage self envisioned it as a Xena fic of course, but that trope was already so so overdone and besides, teenage me couldn't write her way out of a paper bag. (I also had zero life experience so my fiction would have had the emotional complexity of a turnip.)

So I set the idea aside.

Twenty years later, AC Odyssey drops the perfect redemptive protagonist into my lap: deimos!Kassandra, along with an equally compelling romantic possibility in Kyra. I've also had twenty years of Doing and Seeing Some Shit and have somehow learned to write.

So here's hoping this book resonates a little better than a turnip!

Extra bonus asks:

I answered similar questions over here. Very unlikely we'll ever see Deimos doing unforgivable deeds, but the Isu thing is a real possibility...

[Fun meta asks for writers]

#i'm glad you asked #triyal #ask meme #wip: kyklos #wip: irredeemable

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so-many-crushes · 11 months

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Howdy Khourey!! Thank you for your kind words of support on my mermay art with Maxwell!! I wanted to ask what animal tail you and Kassandra would have based on y'all's personalities :>!!

Tex @tex-treasures

Tex!!! Thank you so much for the question! I love mermaids and I love mermay so <3 @tex-treasures

For Kassandra I went with a blacktip reef shark! (Maybe it’s because there are so many sharks in her game but) kassandra just gives me shark vibes (I love sharks)

As for me I went with a betta fish with a yellowish/gold tail simply because I love watching their tails move when they swim!

#answered #friends asks #khourey creates #athanasia #aco kassandra

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dgcatanisiri · 1 year

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Another thing that bothers me with how Assassin's Creed is handling the protagonists having variable genders, on top of the way that they've been effectively dismissing the choice outside of the protagonist's base game, is that there's very clearly a push and pull in the portrayal in the games themselves of what they're doing.

Odyssey had a plot point of the Eagle Bearer taking part in the Olympics, which it was actually illegal for women to even WATCH the games - there's a side quest that outright brings this up, where if the Eagle Bearer can't prove a woman's lineage to a legacy of competitors, she will be executed for it. So it's strange to think that Kassandra could take Testicles's place in the games at best. To say nothing of Legacy of the First Blade *spits* and the whole bullshit of the child - Kassandra being laid up in pregnancy? Really? At least Alexios could father a child and still go mercenary across Greece. But then there's something like the questline with Daphne wanting the Eagle Bearer to take over the Daughters of Artemis, which... doesn't really make sense if the Eagle Bearer is a man.

And Valhalla hits this same dueling portrayal, where there are bits of dialogue that do not acknowledge Eivor's gender being variable (there's a group of children in Jorvik who call to Eivor only as "she," which just makes me ignore them because I'm playing male Eivor, so they're clearly not calling to ME, and there's a note or two that outright say "Eivor Varinsdottir" - though wouldn't the proper name be Rostasdottir, given the naming convention of being based on the same gender parent?), or the fact that Eivor being a woman makes Basim not recognizing them as Odin reasonable, but then there's something like the child during the hunt for the Quill who laughs at the assumption of Eivor that the Quill is a man, which seems the kind of comment targeted at the assumption of a man chasing after them, not a woman. Or the way that the Mercian peoples only acknowledging Eivor being objectionable on the basis of being a Dane, not a woman.

To say nothing, of course, of the flirtations in the game that favor the idea of the protagonist being a straight man, both in terms of numbers and in depth - why, exactly, do you think that Randvi is the most developed romance option for Eivor, with more than one occasion to lock in a romance with her, while the men who Eivor can romance explicitly have dialogue in the romance that outright say that what they've had can only last a night? I guarantee you, it's not because they think that Eivor/Randvi should be played as a lesbian couple.

Like, I realize that the whole thing is really just a handwave in the first place, and probably happening for reasons related to the push and pull of the corporate demands, where "video games with women protagonists don't sell!" being the common wisdom of those holding the pursestrings, despite... y'know, empirical evidence to the contrary, butts up against the actual production crew thinking in terms of "hey, 'women are harder to animate' is an albatross this franchise STILL has hanging around its neck, and we legitimately want to have a more diverse cast," so the reality is more that they aren't considering this stuff...

But then, that's really a big thing, as usual. They. Do. No. THINK. about it. They don't consider other perspectives, just put together their expected variations and MAYBE get around to others if they have enough time.

#dg talks video games #dg rants

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literupture · 1 year

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this is absolutely an unpopular opinion, but i’m watching a playthrough of bayonetta 3 and

this game fucking sucks. it’s so annoying, the characters are like, nothing characters. the music SUCKS, it’s too repetitive and doesn’t sound good at all. some of the animations look wonky af? especially viola’s. isn’t this supposed to be a spectacle fighter?? i don’t play them but i’m pretty sure the combat animations are supposed to look good.

also like, any time ANYONE tries to criticize the writing/story, the fans will immediately shut them down with “well no one plays any bayonetta game for the story!!” and whatever but like i also see fans using that excuse for ANY complaint about the game

not to mention the whole “multiverse” trope is getting tiresome at this point. ugh

we looked up the ending for the game and jesus fucking christ it’s bad. i’m convinced there wasn’t a single woman who worked on this game. Bayonetta as a character apparently gets the same writing treatment as Kassandra from AC: Odyssey which is super fucking yikes. and supposedly k*miya was queerbaiting bayo/jeanne for a long time before the game’s release. dunno how true that is but regardless the ending is SHIT.

another thing is the game is just not nice to look at. some of the enemy designs are are mix up in terms of quality. the environments are meh.

overall there’s just straight up nothing enjoyable here for me and i’m baffled that people love this game? like yeah to each their own but eeesh. i dunno.

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mimbotomy · 11 months

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ask game: ❤️🥳🎬💌

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

With so many fics and WIPs, this was so insanely hard to decide, especially because I have so many conversations and scenes that I absolutely love. But I ultimately narrowed it down to five lines that have already been published, even if some of those lines are longer than one sentence or have been edited in my drafts since they were first posted 😂:

From chapter 5 of The Children of Kephallonia, With No Hesitation:

So when their training session ends so they can eat, Kassandra beckons Phoibe over, kneeling down to grip her shoulder and look her easily in the eye. She is not Nikolaos - she will be better than Nikolaos - but there are no other words than the ones her father gave her so long ago, “You are my greatest pride, Phoibe. Remember that.”

From chapter 40 of Rebirth, Sparta VII

“I take everything so personally, remember?” Kassandra hisses, spinning on her heel to face Alexios with a snarl. A snarl that immediately fades when Alexios flinches, and her eyes fill with pain and horror, “No. No, you don’t. Fuck!”

From chapter 49 of Rebirth, Adrestia II

“No, you owe me a blood debt,” Herodotos solemnly cuts her off, “And I order you to live your life thinking of nothing but your own happiness.”

From chapter 12 of To Live by Another Name, Atropos III

The death of Exekias the Legend is a pitiful one. He stumbles back, and drops his helmet so he can try and staunch the flow of blood with both hands. It pours through his fingers and he makes it two steps forward before falling face down into the pool. His blood turns the water red, and when she spits out the piece of his throat and as much of the blood as she can, it floats like a particularly gruesome leaf in a swamp of blood and bile.

From chapter 2 of Not a Malákes Ravenclaw, Ginny I

“Have you already forgotten what happened the last time you tried fighting one of my battles for me?” Kassandra cuts him off, her voice low and hard and full of barely concealed rage, “Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised. It was rather quick for you, after all, even if it felt like I spent a thousand years watching your brains dribble out the back of your skull before Deimos tried to kill me too.”

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

Well, although it wasn’t even my first or second fanfic, I really started writing fanfic because of my story Rebirth.

I started Rebirth bc I had been both reading a lot of time travel fix it fics for Game of Thrones bc I was incredibly disappointed in the final season and bc I was looking for AC Odyssey fics that explored a Kassandra that became more god than human. And when I didn't find as many as I would like, I decided to write my own.

And then I found that I really enjoyed writing and coming up with new situations and worlds to put these characters I loved into, and I just kept writing more and more stories. It became my creative escape in the way drawing and painting used to be, which is not to say that I don’t draw and paint now. But when I started Rebirth, it was the middle of covid, my beloved dog had just died, and I had just finished my first year as a graphic design student and what had always been my creative escape had become my job and didn’t help me destress in the same way it used to. And writing fanfic filled that hole easily.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

I think I’m going to have to say the Children of Kephallonia, because in a lot of ways, it’s what I wish AC Odyssey had been. But honestly, I think I would rather see that as an animated show rather than live action, and not just because I am so bad at fancasts 😂

But if I had to fancast CoK, obviously there is no one other than Melissanthi Mahut that could be Kassandra. If she is not cast as Kassandra for the eventual live action adaptation of Odyssey, I will riot.

Phoibe is a lot trickier, mostly because I don’t really know a lot of child actors. But I sorta envision her as a younger Auli’i Cravalho? It’s not quite right though.

I actually have to agree with your casting of Barnabas - Ian McShane is fantastic

As for Herodotos, the actor who instantly comes to mind is both totally wrong and also perfect in my mind, if that makes sense. For some reason, I can only imagine him as Ian McElhinney as Granda Joe from Derry Girls, but like, just the vibes? And only in certain moments? If that makes sense?

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

I have three favorite tropes, all Odyssey related. Or at least, I’m pretty these count as tropes.

First and foremost, I love writing OP Kassandra. Control over fire and lightning and the sea, summoning beasts and monsters, turning the Spear of Leonidas into an eight foot lightsaber? That shit is my bread and butter and jam, and even in fics where I make Kassandra a little more human, it’s going to show up at least a little bit.

Second, I love exploring Kassandra and Ikaros’ bond as something more akin to the bond between human and dæmon in the His Dark Materials books. Like it’s less Kassandra just occasionally astral projects into an eagle and more Ikaros is a not so small piece of Kassandra’s soul, the most important relationship in her life, and they are both individuals and one and the same.

Third, Phoibe lives. Her death in canon serves no purpose except to make Kassandra sad and makes no narrative sense. Obviously, Phoibe should have been the Atreus to Kassandra’s Kratos ala the God of War reboot, and there is nothing that will convince me otherwise.

With the exception of my MCUxOdyssey crossover, in my fics Phoibe either A, never dies at all, or B, comes back to life whether through time travel (ex Rebirth or my WIP A Flap of an Eagle’s Wings) or because Kassandra literally drags her out of the Underworld (ex A Miscalculation, Not a Malákes Ravenclaw, or my WIP There is No Escape. . .)

Ask me more!

#ask game #for lack of a better tag

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