#kyd is so close to the end

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HI SOPH!!which one will u update next kyd or ohb?<33

kyd!

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OC Post 9 - Out Of The River

Time for a throwback! Out Of The River was the first set of train ocs entirely seprate from thomas that I ever made. This was like beginning of covid times, and i've been iterating on it ever since. This is before I had Trainz or Rolling Line, so all of these guys were artisinally crafted in google drawings while I was in school.

Marlow - The POV character, Marlow is a 2-8-0 built in the early 20th century by a small freelance workshop. He works bringing stone from the main quarry the story is set in to the port of Borenbouth. He's the oldest of 7 siblings, none of which he knows the fate of. However, caring for his younger siblings helped him develop his level head. Despite how caring and strong he is, Marlow doesn't react well to sudden changes.

Kyd - Marlow's best friend, Kyd is a loose cannon on the deck. An Arnov (fictional company)- built 0-4-0, Kyd works shunting trucks through the quarry sidings. He like Marlow's company, and usually rambles on to him for hours on end. Otherwise, Kyd likes running around and making trouble, often with my rhyme or reason. He is he Max to Marlow's Sam, if you get my meaning.

Amy - A freelanced Andrew-Barclay oil burning 0-6-0, Amy isn't very talkative. She was thrown into the Arnov vs. Barclay conflict from day one, and finds the whole thing makes her kinda uncomfortable, as she's a pacifist by nature. After the quarry closed, she was sold into industrail service and modified before returning.

Krystal - An Arnov-built 0-4-2, Krystal is the leader of all the Arnov engines in the quarry. She's very no-nonsene and she sticks up for the people under her. She initially saw Marlow with some trepidation, but Kyd convinced her that he was alright. She ended up sticking with the quarry until its final days and the owner perserved her and Norham, and the two started the effort to regroup everyone together as a sign that there would be no more conflict based on builders.

Norham - This guy never got a drawing. Norham is the leader of the Andrew-Barclay locomotives, and also the living embodiment of the nerd emoji. Krystal hates him until the two of them are perseved together and they're forced to talk with one another.

Bea - An 0-4-0 of unknown origin, Bea is the main and also only shunter of Bourenbouth Port. He's also level-headed like Marlow, but he has an affection for the eccentric. The Port closes alongside the Quarry, and Bea is left in his shed for years until Marlow remembers that he's there, and Bea is rescued and brought to the NRM in York, where he ends up fitting in quite well. (you get the weathered version too.)

William - The main tugboat to interface with Bea and Marlow, William loves telling stories about the other boats in the area. (literally just "tugs refrences go here.") Aside from that, William is also fascinated with the Macabre, so some visiting engines find him best in small doses.

That's all of the important ones! Some others have drawings but aren't important, just background fillers for either side of the conflict. As a special thing, here is an old unfinished piece of Marlow & Kyd being pulled out of the river (featuring their old designs, and them being covered in rust and mud!) and the Out Of The River story in full! (It's not my best and if I ever rework it I think i'd just start from scratch anyways.)

I hope you enjoy these guys, they are my Heritage Blorbos™.

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Hamlet as a Revenge Protagonist

I am a student at the University of Hull blogging as a part of my assessment for the module All The World's A Stage. All the views expressed here are my own and do not represent the university.

I saw Hamlet performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company in Hull in 2018, starring Paapa Essiedu as Prince Hamlet. The adaptation of Shakespeare’s arguably most famous play by director Simon Godwin decided to take a dramatic departure from what we have already seen on stage before, the play itself cut down from the original but simultaneously enhanced it by streamlining it into a thriller, adding an added bite into the plethora of ways it has already been performed before. Despite being an overall faithful rendition of the play what made it especially distinctive was the underscore of African drum music and a cast of actors who were mainly black. In an interview with Paapa Essiedu he underlined how important it is that ‘theatre reflects the society we live in’, so in terms of representing an ethnic minority on stage, he believes the story being told is most important however through a new lens which as an outcome makes Shakespeare’s plays more accessible to people in a more authentic way.

It isn’t exact to us when Shakespeare wrote Hamlet, however, historians have decided it was around 1599-1602; this was a time in which revenge dramas as a genre had the most marketability despite the fact they were beginning to be considered old-fashioned. It is important to note that Hamlet isn’t an original plot devised by Shakespeare and the story dates back to the 12th century, therefore for most of his contemporary audience this would be a retelling for them. However this was considered trendy at the time, as another example of this is Thomas Kyd’s The Spanish Tragedy, playwriters were adapting their own versions of Seneca. Senecan tragedy refers to a set of ten ancient Roman tragedies, probably eight of which were written by the stoic philosopher and politician Lucius Annaeus Seneca. These plays dramatized themes of murder, betrayal and blood revenge on the villain or villains. Revenge is a major theme in the play, the ghost of Hamlet’s father tells Hamlet it was Hamlet’s uncle, Claudius, who killed him. This gives Hamlet a need for vengeance meaning he is the perfect revenge protagonist, however, his characterization is certainly unique through the way he goes about his duties as he manages to kill a lot of innocent people along the way. One of Shakespeare’s contemporaries Francis Bacon wrote an essay ‘On Revenge’ (1625) that mirrors the dramatic ending of Hamlet, seeing revenge as a ‘kind of wild justice, portraying revenge as an uncontrollable consequence responsible to the person taking action. I will be looking at Hamlet more closely as a revenge protagonist through Simon Godwin's direction and Paapa Essiedu’s performance.

Naturally with any of the play's adaptations is a new interpretation of Hamlet, which is any theatre student’s dream role, thick with language to memorize and craft to bring the text to life. What is immediately apparent in Essiedu’s Hamlet is the inner turmoil he fights with to understand maturity in this world, as he practically grows up before the audience’s eyes. In the opening sequence as the play starts, before being fed any of Shakespeare’s language, we see Hamlet graduating as he is called home from university – this handles a ‘coming of age vibe which completely contrasts with the rest of the content of the play. This image of Hamlet’s proud youth is almost completely shattered with the contrast of Act 1, Scene 1’s dialogue and the imagery of pistols as the guards enter and tell Horatio, Hamlet’s friend, about the ghost, introducing the theme of death and murder that becomes Hamlet’s responsibility or obsession for the rest of the play to come. Following into Act 1, Scene 2  we are eventually brought into Hamlet’s first of many soliloquies, Essiedu puts specific emphasis on the lines ‘Married with my uncle, my father’s brother… most incestuous sheets’ and shows the audience a genuine grief, he visibly cries by using facial expressions and gesture, however with the potency on such words, it suggests his Hamlet is much more concerned with the overall betrayal defined by his uncle and mother’s new relationship which is symbolized throughout the whole scene: Hamlet’s mother and uncle are proximately close to each other, they show public displays of affection through gesture and even the stage design of their portrait is on the wall –  everything is tactically staged to show how Hamlet is constantly burdened and taunted by Claudius. Elizabethan and Jacobean plays did not have this same attention to detail involving staging, in fact, the performance area was the majority of the time an empty space, which not only gave the performers an amazing amount of flexibility but it also encouraged the audience to imagine the setting. However going back to Hamlet’s character in this scene; when Horatio, Hamlet’s best friend,  enters the stage we see a complete change in behavior as Hamlet wipes his tears away and proceeds to smile, this subtext says a lot about the characterization of Hamlet within the text as it presents him as being easily able to turn his emotion on and off depending on who is on stage with him, there is a performative, insincere quality about him. 

What is most crucial about Hamlet’s characterization as a revenge protagonist is that his act of revenge is inefficacious due to his indecisiveness ‘to be, or not to be, that is the question: whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them’ (3.1.p669) regarded the most famous speech in the text it epitomizes his fluctuation when he decides to put revenge into action at the end which reveals his inability to take action and procrastination this shows his conscience side, he has a hyper self-awareness that becomes his weakness. Hamlet hesitates to kill Claudius several times, for example when he draws his sword: ‘Now I might I do it pat, now is praying, and now I’ll do’t and so goes to heaven, and so am I revenge. That would be scanned…’ (3.2p.675) Hamlet believes if he killed his uncle during prayer he would go to heaven and therefore not face the consequences that Hamlet intends. Hamlet’s decision to kill Claudius is not a power move nor for sheer disposability but he ultimately wants to repeat history so that the scales of justice are balanced. 

Interestingly there is another role in the play that fits the archetype of revenge protagonist arguably by critics a lot stronger than Hamlet, mirroring the conventions of Senecan tragedy: Laertes. It is Laertes’ compulsiveness to avenge the death of his father Polonius, which takes the action to its denouement. Laertes comes back to Denmark to take responsibility for the death of his father however he goes about the situation in a completely irresponsible way. Laertes's unable to act in a rational way allows Claudius’ pressuring behavior to convince him into fighting with Hamlet. He, unlike Hamlet, instantly boils over the news of his father’s death and he ‘becomes in an instant everything Hamlet took several acts to become’ (Peter Leinart, The Brightest Heaven of Invention: A Christian Guide to Six Shakespeare Plays). Laertes does not have the emotional maturity of Hamlet and this is his fatal flaw although critics tend to still complain that the play ‘has a ghost who demands revenge for a murder, and a hero who promises to achieve it, pretend to be mad, indulges in philosophic soliloquies, and does not succeed in this purpose till the end of the five acts’ (Bell 31) Hamlet is not written like a typical, conventional Senecan revenge protagonist, his brutality and rashness is removed and replaced with Shakespeare’s contemplation.

Therefore Hamlet’s characterization, the structure of the plot consisting primarily of his failed murder attempts, and finally the subconscious comparison of Laertes and Hamlet shows that Hamlet as a revenge protagonist is unsuccessful and his efforts to fulfill his call for revenge are unobtainable but also the catalyst for disaster.  

Links:

Hamlet by William Shakespeare.

When referencing the play: https://www.rsc.org.uk/hamlet/

To watch Paapa Essiedu’s interview: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tA7fOuRhnI

On Revenge by Francis Bacon https://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/revenge/revenge.html

Hamlet, Revenge! By Millicent Bell for The Hudson Review: https://www.jstor.org/stable/3853055

For any extra references: https://canvas.hull.ac.uk/courses/64990

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Animus anomaly ac valhalla

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Climb down and run all the way back to the left Projector to focus it on the adjusted Reflector beside Hazard.Īfter focusing on the left side of the Reflector which will focus the beam on the upper right of the Block, make your way on the ground and climb the ruins to make it to the top where the Fragment of Ancient memory is situated. To begin the world event, head to the location marked on the map below. This will provide you the option to leave the Animus.

#Animus anomaly ac valhalla plus

Interact with the Reflector to focus the beam on Unstable Structure to the right block. Animus Anomaly by Jesper Kyd, released 13 November 2020 Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Here’s how you can solve the Animus Anomaly puzzle in Briudun Hill (Snotinghamscire) in AC Valhalla. First, enter the many and press up on the D-pad labeled Animus on the lower right corner. Now Interact and point it straight on the highest Unstable Structure and run back to the previous Reflector. Unlike most activities in the open world, they aren’t pinned on your map until you come close to one. Jump and dodge the Hazards to make it through all the way to the unfocused Reflector. In Assassin’s Creed Valhalla, Animus Anomalies are one of its most alluring secrets. Climb that platform to reach the right side of the Reflector where Beam is focused and make a path next to it by focusing on the Unstable Structure. The last Animus Anomaly is located in Hordafylke region. Go to the Triangle icon for the anomaly, complete the platforming section, and grab the data packet at the end. Now there are two sets of beams, follow the left beam and climb up the structure to Interact with the Reflector and focus it on the Unstable Structure just below where the right Reflector is located to make a stepping platform. Snotinghamscire region is where players will find the next Animus Anomaly in Assassin’s Creed Valhalla. Skipping the first Reflector, the second Reflector needs to be Interacted with to focus the beam on the triangle-shaped Reflector. In order to unlock the secret ending of Assassins Creed Valhalla players will need to complete all ten of the Animus Anomaly puzzles throughout the game. Anomaly Puzzle Solution At Lincolnscire In Assassin Creed ValhallaĪs soon as you start the Anomaly, run towards Projector which will be emitting light on the block, and focus it on the Reflector present on the right. Let’s dig in quickly to the point and efficiently complete the Anomaly in order to continue your exploration and the story.

#Animus anomaly ac valhalla how to

This puzzle might require you to have a basic knowledge of how to complete the Anomaly which we have explained in a previous post, so make sure you check it out if you have skipped the Ravensthorpe Anomaly puzzle. In Assassin Creed Valhalla, the Ruins of Basilica at Lincolnscire contains a rather peculiar and tough Animus Anomaly which was similar to the previous Ravensthorpe Anomaly but with more complex structures and puzzles.

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real talk.... if i was given the choice between my best friend actually returning my feelings OR klance becoming canon...... that’d be a really close call

[sweetsoundsofignorance]

Can you tell me about Born to You or As We Go Up We Go Down? (I remember All the World is Green, it was so good and I think you would write exceptional enemies to lovers.)

thank you, that's amazing encouragement ❤❤❤ i appreciate you!

ohhhhh, these two.

born to you (working title) is the one that's been weighing on my mind the most because it's the sequel to devil's daughter, which i'm mad-dashing to finish right now. but, i anticipate being very emotionally drained after closing dd (tbh, i already am). i plan to spend some time on original work with a few palate cleansers (on this list) before hopefully tackling this sequel.

i can't say too much about it without giving away the ending of dd, but it has been almost fully outlined since may 2019. it will be much like the dd setup with alternating timelines, POVs between betty and jughead, and interspersed with jug's psych sessions. that's about as much as i can divulge, sorry 😕

for as we go up we go down, i took a bunch of the dd cut scenes and repurposed them for this story. i had two directions for dd, but i ended up with the current one that is posted, and that left the other direction. here, bughead go full dark, no stars (not as wild as kyd). think the badlands meets wayne meets bonnie and clyde, and it's more they begin as villains of circumstance (like dd) but really lean into it and burn the whole world down. it alternates between bughead on the lam and how they got to that point (yeah, i don't do linear storylines). there's breaking and entering, murder, robbing a diner, police standoffs, moral relativism, disaffected youth, and it's set in the 90s. the works.

urgh, i need more hours in a day, please. who knows magic?

a million thank yous again for asking, you wonderful being 🥰

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Zombie AU: Where did everyone else go? Robin, Star, Cyborg, Raven, Doom Patrol? Did anyone get zombified? Are any superheroes immune?

@ teen titans where’s the zombie episode we DESERVE

bb is the first bit but also he’s immune. they discover this early on and he manages to get bit at least a dozen times after that . he’s not allowed too close to anyone not immune because he has zombie dna swirling around his veins for like half an hour to an hour after he’s bit before his body kills it 

cyborg has a bunker. he gets a chomper on his arm but since its metal he’s fine. he has to dispose of the arm though and that makes him Very Frustrated. he’s not immune otherwise, neither is raven or robin, since raven is still half human and unfortunately her demon dna does not counteract the zombification. if she became a zombie the world would 100% fall, though. 

starfire would get very, very sick but she would be okay with proper medical attention

^ this probably happens, like starfire saves robin from a zombie and is bit and since the titans are NO MAN LEFT BEHIND, they drag her to a safe house and tie her up in case she goes Full Zombie, but since she’s reacting weirdly to it anyway they have hope..??

the main five stick together in various safe houses robin finds until cyborg finishes his Top Security Bunker. then he makes three more just in case

for immunities: superman, martian man, other aliens are pretty much immune w different reactions. wonder woman is immune. im probably forgetting some notable ones but ye

jinx and kid flash become an oddball team. they are Constantly arguing with each other but manage to stay alive through a combination of both of their powers. they were with the hive 5 for awhile but got separated. (hive 5 basically split up anyway)

since in my canon kyd wykkyd and jericho are living together in the mountains um they are actually the most formidable against them. many traps. many defenses. jericho is angry at these zombies for interrupting his peace. there have been many close calls with jericho and kyd is So Worried, dear lord

doom patrol is probably vibin? robot man is immune. rita got scratched and her dna managed to snuff it out in time but if she got a big wound it would be Over. negative man and robot man tend to do most of the anti zombie work. mento too i guess. they all go hide away somewhere idk 

i dont like characters like Dying, which in an actual zombie scenario they would, but if this is like one of the zombie scenarios where they’ll turn back anyway then all of titans east would get zombi-ified. sorry bros. mas y menos would get split up and taken down, aqualad would find some aquatic zombies and be like aw damn, speedy would be yelling at aqualad for being a dumbass and get got. bumblebee would get a hit to the leg before zooming to titans west tower to warn them and then get locked up as per her request as she goes Zombie

yes, this means beast boy was got by bumblebee. his friends were very unamused. but he survived very well so its fine

i feel like kyd might get taken down and jericho would freak out and then the mountains would be Very Zombie Free except for the newly zombie kyd. then at the end when everything is fine again jericho would punch kyd because jericho Doesn’t Like Being Worried, how inconsiderate 

the justice league half of them would get taken down. green arrow. etc. the saddest loss was zatanna who was so busy laughing at green arrow and green lantern and the flash getting bitten that one snuck up on her. she managed to dispel most of it but not all. rip. 

maybe raven gets zombied and beast boy ends up chilling around her in various animal forms to keep her calm and distracted adkhflkshdfs

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Kill Your Darlings Ch. 13 (Jaskier x Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

A/N: Hello all! I hope you are well! Here’s yet another chapter of KYD! Sorry it’s a bit late, but it’s pretty long so hopefully that’ll make up for it :) We’re getting nearer and nearer to the end and it’s kind of making me sad but I’m also happy that the story will be done/out for anyone to binge through lol. Anyway, enjoy!

Your comments and feedback are always encouraged and mean a lot to me!

Summary: What you return to is not what you left behind.

Warnings: hangover, references to drinking/alcohol, dizziness, mentions of killing/kidnapping/murder/r*pe, language, TENSIONNN

Words: 3,424

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

A groan of pain escaped your lips as soon as you reached consciousness.

“You’re alive!”

You shot up out of the bed despite your throbbing head’s protest. As soon as you realized you were inside your shared room, with only Jaskier to accompany you, your shoulders relaxed. Still, you frowned at the spot he was in — the chair you planned to occupy for the night. Instead, you were sitting in the middle of the only bed in the room.

Jaskier’s voice broke through your thoughts once again, “You insisted on sleeping in the chair, don’t worry.”

“So why am I here?”

“You fell asleep before you could argue.” He chuckled at the pout that settled on your lips, walking over with a cup and handing it to you. “It’s water. But don’t…spit it at me this time.”

You smiled but took the cup greedily, chugging the liquid to quench your thirst. Once you did, you felt yourself grow slightly awkward. You couldn’t remember everything from last night, how you acted, and you never let yourself drink that much on a job. Jaskier seemed to sense your uneasiness.

“It wasn’t that bad, really.” He took the cup from you, purposefully ignoring your eyes following him as he got more water. “Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen you pass out twice already.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Then maybe this will.” He returned with more water and sat delicately on the end of the bed, the frame squeaking as he did so. “Geralt might have something to help the headache.”

You shook your head, wiping the remnants of water from your lips, “What’s the point of drinking if you’re not going to feel the pain that comes after?” He scrunched his nose up in confusion. You smirked, “What’s wrong? I thought you were a man of adventure.”

“Adventure, yes. Suffering? Not so much.”

“What adventure doesn’t have a little bit of suffering?”

“This one hasn’t been so bad.”

“Hm. Well, don’t test your luck.” You held back another groan as you stood from the bed, slightly swaying on your feet as the pain throbbed heavier against your skull.

“Easy,” Jaskier grabbed your arm to steady you, and for once, you fought back the urge to pull away. You let him hold onto your arm as you blinked away the dizziness. It took a second, but you opened your eyes once the throbbing lessened.

“I’m good.” Jaskier let go and watched you shake your head and shake out your limbs. You walked over to the pitcher of water and chugged another cup. “Where’s Geralt?”

“Right here.” You and Jaskier jumped at the same time, turning towards the now open doorway where Geralt stood. He blinked back, but a glint in his eye told you he was slightly amused at your surprise.

You rolled your eyes, “Great.”

“You ready to head back?”

You nodded and drank another cup of water, “Yeah. Are you?”

The witcher watched you with only what you could describe as curiosity, and a little bit of challenge. You both didn’t know what was waiting for you back in the city, what would happen when you returned. None of you did. And despite the hope in your heart that everything would be wrapped up quickly, your gut knew that wasn’t how it worked. And you guessed the witcher felt the same.

“I most certainly am.” Jaskier clapped his hands together, breaking you and Geralt’s gaze. “As much as I love this little village, I can’t wait to get back to the city. Do you know just how many performances I have missed?”

After you and Geralt simultaneously rolled your eyes at the bard’s comment, the three of you made your way out of the tavern not long after sunrise, once again making the trip to the city with Geralt taking the lead. This time, though, was different. You felt a different kind of uneasiness than before — what once was fear of being found was now fear of finding. This whole time you felt that Rauf would sort what happened with the payer, that he would find out why Jaskier was targeted when he was innocent. But what if he wasn’t? What if this whole time you were fooled by the witcher and the bard? It frightened you that maybe the voice in your head, the one you pushed back, was right. That your feelings were betraying you, that your gut was as trustworthy as your heart. But you pushed that away as the lute strumming bard sang next to you — your gut had been right so far in your life. It wouldn’t turn on you now.

Thankfully, night was upon you when you made it back to the city. It was easy for you to guide Jaskier and Geralt through the twists and turns of the city, keeping utmost furtiveness and staying within the shadows. You led them to another tavern, the only other one in the city — the Golden Sturgeon, which was on the other side of Novigrad. It wasn’t perfectly safe, but to be honest, nowhere was perfectly safe.

“Stay in the room until I get back,” you said as soon as the three of you successfully snuck Jaskier into the room.

To your surprise, Geralt spoke. “How will we know your guild leader has cleared this up?”

You pursed your lips and lifted your hood over your head. With a sigh, you responded, “You won’t.”

And then you were off.

—

You frowned as you squinted across the street from the merchant’s shop. It was dark, which was your first bad signal. A candle was always on inside, as most assassins in the guild came back late from assignments. You peeked your head out from beyond the alleyway, making sure no one was in sight. When there wasn’t, you snuck up to the doors and checked inside. Sure enough, the shop was empty except for the goods out on display. Still, you tugged on the door. It didn’t budge.

You cursed to yourself and stepped back. Had the guild already left the city? Rauf wouldn’t have left without notifying you somehow. There must be some sort of sign, a note, one only you would find.

Before you could look, the sound of footsteps made you jump away from the door and behind a nearby cart. It took mere seconds before the shop door was opened, and a candle was being waved around in the night.

“Who’s out here?” The voice was ordinary; you couldn’t place it in your memory. With a frown you looked over the cart, and at the sight of the merchant, you immediately jumped up.

“Thank the gods,” you sighed as you walked up to him.

The merchant from the last time you went to the guild only scrunched his face up in distaste, taking a step back. “Huh? Who are you? Why are you breaking in my shop?”

You frowned. “I’m not. I’m trying to get to the guild.”

“The guild? What are you on about?” At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was purposefully giving you a hard time or he was just dumb enough to not recognize you. Either way, you flipped your collar to reveal the guild patch.

The merchant only rolled his eyes, “The fellowship isn’t here anymore. Stop wasting my time.”

“Wait!” You stepped forward, clearing your throat to hide the desperation in your voice. “Where did they go?”

“Not far. They’re still in Novigrad.” You let out a breath of relief as the merchant kept speaking. “Just got a better place to stay. I’ve heard it’s nice. Haven’t gone there myself yet — they said they’d need me for supplies but still haven’t paid for some of the crap they took before.”

You spoke before he could keep rambling on. “Where is it? The guild.”

He looked you up and down with his face scrunched in what seemed like a permanent frown, “Why should I tell you?”

“I’ll tell them to start paying for the…crap they haven’t paid for.”

You waited for the merchant to respond, pleading with your eyes as he looked at you with disdain. “Ah, whatever. They’ll probably swap me out with another sucker soon enough.” He waved the candle he was holding as he turned back towards the shop doors, “It’s closer to Arnet’s guild. Hold on, I got the address inside.”

Confusion struck you as you blindly followed the merchant inside, taking the paper that he wrote instructions on with a ghost of a nod. Rauf had never moved without telling you, hadn’t even mentioned a new place in Novigrad. You supposed he might have been too busy — maybe you were too focused on your assignment and he didn’t have a chance to mention it. But you were still wondering, wondering as you left the merchant’s shop, wondering as you followed the directions he gave you, wondering as you walked up to the two large wooden doors that reminded you of the king of beggars’ hideout.

You cleared your throat and knocked the pattern on the door that the merchant demonstrated for you. It took a second, but a slot in the door slipped open, a new face staring back at you.

“Business?”

At least it was the same script. “I’m here for the fellowship.”

“And?“

Maybe not.

“Um, I’m here to see Rauf. And—“ you revealed the patch on your collar only to receive a grunt in return. You were beginning to miss the merchant, whose grunts were at least somewhat good-natured.

“You know the code?”

“No. I didn’t even know you guys moved here.” Another grunt. You rolled your eyes, “Look, just tell Rauf Y/N is here.”

“Y/N? Shoulda just said that.”

And then the slot was closed, and you were left to blink back where the face was. Soon, you heard the sound of locks being unlatched, a bar being lifted, and then the door was open.

You frowned at the view in front of you. It was…definitely an upgrade from the last guild. The main area, which you guessed was a courtyard of sorts, was full of tables where assassins sat scattered — there were a lot of new faces like the one who had so kindly greeted you at the entrance, along with some familiar ones. They were busy with their games of gwent, though, so they didn’t notice you.

But you were focused on the amount of space that was there, on the nice torches that were set up around the room, on the new weapons area and blacksmith — who was working on what looked like fresh armor. And the smell; nothing like the sewer stench that slung to the underground guild. Instead, you smelt…food.

“Come on, I’ll take you to Rauf’s place.” The man who was once seemingly hostile began walking ahead of you, not bothering to make sure you were following. You followed after quickly, your mind racing a mile a minute — Rauf’s place? As in larger than a single jail cell?

You tried to keep the surprise from your face as you followed the man but still allowed yourself to look around. He led you to a small building on the other end of the courtyard that had another two guards just outside, only letting you through after he told them who you were. You followed him in, where a small waiting area greeted you.

“His office is down that hall.” The man jutted his head straight ahead, where a decently long corridor greeted you. “I’d suggest knocking first—”

“I think I can handle it.” You sent him a sickly sweet smile, rolling your eyes for good measure. Despite your awe of the place, you couldn’t hide your anger. So much had changed in what seemed like a short amount of time, so much that you were sure to gripe to Rauf about as soon as you saw him.

You walked down the corridor, not bothering to disguise the sound of your heavy footsteps. You were angry, and that meant all you wanted to do was stomp around; it was something that always annoyed Rauf when you were a child, something he would chastise you for again and again. But you didn’t care.

You barely knocked on the door before opening it up. The first thing you noticed was the fireplace behind him. It was illuminating the room, the smell of burning firewood immediately reminding you of sitting by the fire with your father and mother, listening to the stories they told of their early lives. But the memories were blinked away when Rauf’s eyes met yours, his joyful eyes ignoring the fury that lied beneath your own.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you.” He smiled his warm smile, but you couldn’t be fooled. You focused on closing the door behind you to avoid his gaze. “So, whaddya think?”

You took a deep breath and turned away from the now-closed door, finally stepping forward and crossing your arms over your chest. “I think I’m pretty pissed off.”

“Aren’t you always?” You didn’t laugh with him. He noticed. “Sit,” he gestured to the chair in front of his desk. You only clenched your jaw in response.

“When were you going to tell me about the new guild?”

“You found it, didn’t you?”

You bit your tongue so hard you thought you tasted blood. After a second, you let in a sharp breath, “What about the new people?”

Rauf leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head, “The word spread. More people wanted to join the fellowship.”

You only quirked a brow. Rauf let his arms fall, finally matching your mood with an exhausted expression. “I don’t know what you want me to say. We got more business.” He gestured to the pile of papers beside him. “You should be glad.”

“I’d be glad if I didn’t have to ask a merchant to tell me where my guild is.”

Rauf nodded, “That’s fair. I should have told you, somehow. But now you’re here.”

You bit your cheek, watching Rauf with squinted eyes. You were still pissed, but right now didn’t seem like a time to fight. He looked worn out still, and even though he should have made sure you knew about the guild, it was easy to forget when so much was changing.

You sighed and placed your arms on the back of the chair in front of Rauf’s desk, “After all this relocation I hope you still had time to see the payer of my assignment.”

“That I did,” Rauf nodded, his eyes moving to his desk as he searched for something.

You raised your brows when he didn’t say more, “And he cleared it?”

“Oh, no. No, the assignment was right.”

Your stomach dropped, “What?”

“The assignment was right. There was a tight timeframe, but it was right.”

“He told you that Jaskier was in Oxenfurt and got to Velen that night?”

Rauf dropped his hand to the table, finally meeting your eyes, “Why are you questioning this?”

You scoffed, “Because it doesn’t seem likely that—“

“He wasn’t in Oxenfurt, but near it. Just outside of it.” Rauf kept a stern gaze as you slammed your mouth shut. He was angry now, and his vexation made you push your weight off of the chair and back to a standing position. Could that be possible? Could the bard have been practically in two places at once? Something was still off, something was still wrong — it had to be.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as he continued, “Listen to me, Y/N. I checked the assignment for you, and I made sure it was right. The payer explained everything — and he wasn’t happy about it. But twelve murdered women is not a topic I would take lightly.”

You blinked, your voice barely above a whisper, “Raped.”

Rauf frowned, “What?”

“They were raped. The twelve women.”

“Of course.” He shook his head, bringing a palm over his face. “My mind is so crowded after the move. You’re right.”

You stiffened your back as you looked down at him. “I know I am.”

The silence in the room could be sliced with a dull knife. You watched the fire flicker behind him, unable to look him in the eye. After a few moments, he spoke, “You’re wary but determined. Just like your mother.” You frowned, and it was almost as if the breath was knocked out of you. You never thought Rauf would admit something like that before, that he would confide in you like he did when you were younger. 

You watched as he stood from his chair and leaned both hands on the desk. He was thinking about something, maybe like you were thinking about your mother, about her smile, and her frown, and her tears, and her soft touch.

When you looked back at Rauf, he smiled softly. His own eyes were now soft with sincerity. “You can trust me, Y/N. Have I ever done you wrong before?”

You decided not to answer.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together, stepping out from behind the desk. “I would tell you to make yourself at home, but you’ve got a rapist to catch. You might want to hurry, though. I heard some of the other assassins talking about the assignment. And you know the rules.” Your stomach dropped again as he walked up to you and searched your face. You sensed his sadness, the distance that had sprouted between you since…you didn’t know when. But you kept your jaw set.

Rauf sighed, “I have to meet with one of the newer recruitments. I’ll let you see yourself out.” He placed a firm hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently before he opened the office door and left the room, closing it behind him.

Once his footsteps faded, you let out a deep sigh, closing your eyes to let your heart catch up with you. There was so much to think about, but only so much time. You wanted to trust that Rauf was thorough with the payer, but with everything moving so fast…you just couldn’t. Especially after his slip-up from before. Murder and rape were very different, and you had never heard Rauf mix something like that up. Right now, you could only for sure if you saw the payer for yourself, if you spoke with them on your own.

You swiftly walked up to Rauf’s desk, rounding to the other side so you could keep an eye on the door. Who knew how long it would take before one of the guards came looking for you, even though they knew you were close with Rauf. You looked down at the desk, where different papers were slightly scattered over the top. Rauf was a special kind of organized — where anyone else would see his desk as a complete mess, he saw a perfect stack.

You carefully flipped through the papers, looking for a familiar name. Julian. Julian. Julian. Julian. Julian—

“Julian,” you whispered, finally finding the name written in large letters. Now that you saw it, though, you couldn’t ignore the strange feeling that swirled in your stomach. You swallowed it down, instead scanning the parchment for the payer’s information.

Assignment given to: Y/N. To be completed. Some setbacks.

You passed your eyes over the words, looking up sporadically at the door across from you. You turned back to the page, licking your lips in anticipation.

And there is was, not too far down. Payer: Hotch. The name was familiar. You frowned, trying to rack your brain for a face, but there was no time. Instead, you trailed your finger across the page, where a location was printed in Rauf’s scrawled handwriting. You grabbed the quill off the desk and reached in your pouch for the instruction sheet the merchant gave you, flipping it over to write the location down as fast as possible.

Shoving the paper in your pocket and putting the parchments back in their messily organized state, you hurried to the door, breathing a sigh of relief as you noticed no one out there. But still, your heart plummeted against your ribs — Rauf mentioned the other assassins talking about your assignment, about Jaskier. You needed to get Jaskier, and find the payer, and finally clear this whole thing up. But if you didn’t get back soon, you might not get the chance.

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Ooooo I wrote that ending so fast because I myself was feeling the thrill/tension lmao 

Next chapter is gonna be a crazy one! ;) Let me know your thoughts/theories!

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Favourite colour, music, film, anime? I'm curious

Uuhhh, sorry for the wait, this ask has been waiting in my inbox for a lot by now, but let me answer you. Some of these answers are really long, so I marked them with a title in case people are not interested in everything. Though, I don’t think many people would be interested at all, my life is not that eventful. 

Favorite Color

My favorite color is black (even though black is not technically a color, damn you art school why did you have to teach me that), closely followed by blood red and silver. 

Favorite Music

My favorite music... I don’t really understand if you’re asking me what genre I prefer, or who do I prefer listening to, so I’ll just go the safe route and answer everything at once.  I love metal (especially power metal, epic metal and folk metal, with a significance preference for its viking sub-genre), and I am in love with Blind Guardian, the first ever band I listened to. I still remember the first song I’ve ever listened, which is “Noldor (Dead Winter Reigns)”. Being a Tolkien fan led me to discover them, and subsequently to fall in love with the genre. Among my favorites there’s also Nightwish, Epica, Alestorm, and I’m baffled by Sabaton and Korpiklaani. I do listen to a bunch more bands, but not as much and I don’t know as many songs. 

But it’s not my one and only love. Aside from metal music, I also love classic music (I am deeply in love with a ton of Italian composers alongside the others), dark cabaret music (most notably Aurelio Voltaire, Dresden Dolls and Emilie Autumn, though her style doesn’t really fall into one single category), and I go crazy with anime music and openings.  I appreciate the music of anime so much, even though a lot of people don’t think highly of it, and since childhood I’ve always listened to our “opening singers” (the most important I grew up listening to are Cristina d’Avena and Giorgio Vanni), so I simply cannot stop loving them.  On a similar note, I cannot have enough of movie soundtracks. Composers like Howard Shore, Ennio Morricone, Hans Zimmer... the list could go on forever. I never get tired of their music. Again, videogame soundtracks are on the list of my beloved music as well, especially the music from Skyrim (Jeremy Soule) and Assassin’s Creed (Jesper Kyd). 

Favorite film/movie

I don’t really have one favorite. I do have a list of movies that I could watch over and over again, though, and others I just have fun watching even though they’re not my favorites.  The Lord of the Rings trilogy and The Hobbit trilogy are absolutely on the top of my list. As I said, I’m a huge fan of Tolkien, and I’m also a huge fan of Peter Jackson. Add them together and BOOM! I am a tiny bit bitter about the Hobbit movies, but seriously? I still loved it.  Right after them there’s ALL the movies by Tim Burton, Alice in Wonderland and its sequel on top. I love Tim Burton, so much I cannot even explain it. And Alice in Wonderland has a very special place in my heart. 

[story time, you can skip if you want]

Not just because I love the story and the craziness of everything, but because back in high school (my last year) we decided to do Alice in Wonderland with a twist for our theater lab, and I not only got to write the entire script, but also to play the Cheshire Cat alongside all of my friends. My best friend was Alice, my other best friend was the costume designer, a lot of other people I knew and loved were the other characters. It’s such a delightful memory for me that I never stopped enjoying Alice in Wonderland from that day onward.  I got so involved with my part that I ended up making an entire steampunk-ish cosplay of the Cheshire Cat from scratch, a cosplay I brought two times to a convention and I’m currently renovating after taking it apart. This is how much I grew attached to that play and to that character.  Some years ago, before this, we had a director guiding us for two years of theater lab. A delightful man that looked at me and decided I needed to be addressed as “Alice” because of how much I reminded him of her.  It’s just good memories. 

[end of the story time]

I also have the “classics”, like Harry Potter, Star Wars, and the like. If it’s fantasy/sci-fi/something along those lines, I probably love it. Regardless of who made it, being it the writer or the director.  One particular movie that holds a special place in my heart is “The Fall”, and I cannot really pinpoint a reason why I love it so much. I just do.  There’s many titles I can tell you, even more serious ones like “The Imitation Game”, “The Danish Girl”, or “Dallas Buyers Club” and “Fight Club”.  Even though I prefer fantasy themes, there’s significant exceptions.  Old Italian movies are among my favorites too, but they’re just a drop in the ocean.  To close this, I’m going to bring you my love for the entire “Night at the Museum” ordeal and the entire “Jumanji” series (as of now, but I will never love anything more than the original).  I get really excited when I get to talk about this kind of interests, sorry T_T

Favorite Anime

Oh boy.  This sounds like it might be an easy one, given the nature of this blog, but it’s actually not.  In fact, I forgot Saint Seiya was my favorite anime.  You see, I originally watched it when I was nothing but a child, with a memory that obviously wasn’t so good at the time. This eventually led me to forget about how much I loved Saint Seiya, even though its characters never left my mind, and I started gravitating more towards Yu-Gi-Oh!, especially 5D’s. For the longest time I was convinced my absolute favorite was Yu-Gi-Oh!, until I finally started re-watching Saint Seiya and got hit by the memory train. 

But let’s not wander too far away from the question. What’s my favorite anime? Of all time is Saint Seiya, hands down. It has so much to offer, so much diversity, so much story and so many characters. Here in Italy, it has one of the most unique dubs of all time, with dialogues that are aulic (for the Italian fans who are curious --> l’origine del registro aulico dei Cavalieri dello Zodiaco è stato deciso da Enrico Carabelli e  Stefano Cerioni ed è spiegato in questo video, ed è poi stato mantenuto da Ivo de Palma nella serie di Hades) and filled with quotes from authors like Dante Alighieri, Ugo Foscolo and more, an “oddity” that made me fall in love again and again. 

Aside from this, I have another list, because I honestly cannot bring myself to choose only one.  Above all are Yu-Gi-Oh! (in order from best to worst for me --> 5D’s, Duel Monsters, GX, ZeXal, Vrains, Arc-V), My Hero Academia, and Sailor Moon.  Honorable mentions are Attack on Titan, Black Butler, Another, Pretty Cure ( spent basically my entire childhood/teenage years watching them, my favorites are the first two series), One Piece, Dragon Ball, Naruto, Beyblade, Tokyo Mew Mew... this could go on forever.  I’m a sucker for “old” anime as well, so a lot of them are mostly from the 70′s, 80′s, 90′s. Some of them I was so little when I watched it, like for example Card Captor Sakura (I was like three years old and I dressed up as her for Carnival), that I don’t remember them but they still have a place in my heart.  I wasn’t even fixated on one genre and that was it, I watched the hell out of anime and I still do (when I have time). 

I do also watch yaoi (shame on me, I know), and since I’m here telling you about my favorites: I love Dramatical Murder, especially (and you might not believe me) for how creative the story and the worldbuilding are. I’m also shameless enough to have watched the entire game in all its incarnations, so there’s that.  Not only that, I’m shameless enough to have watched more explicit ones, but I’m not telling you ;) I have a reputation here, after all. 

This took a long time for me to answer, and I’m sorry. I legit looked at this in my inbox, tried to conjure up some will to write, failed and went back to bed or to my books. Rinse and repeat for an entire week.  And to all of you who actually made it through this entire thing without getting annoyed/bored, damn you’re determined. 

[sophsicle]

are you planning on finishing kyd and then carrying on with ohb?

not a loaded question, just wondering xxx

Yes! That is the plan! I just feel like, we're so close to the end with Kyd right now, that it makes the most sense not to interrupt the momentum and just keep going, and then I'll jump back to OHB!

[dwindledglow]

001. MEET ISLA

FULL NAME: isla renee monroe. PREFERRED NAME: isla. NICKNAME/S: is. DATE OF BIRTH: may 15th, 1993. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female & she/her. ORIENTATION: hetero. RELIGION: agnostic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: engaged to kendrick parker. OCCUPATION: sports agent, ceo of monroe corporation and actress. RESIDENCE: montauk, east hampton.

002. CHECK ISLA’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: quebec, canada. NATIONALITY: canadian and american. ETHNIC BACKGROUND: hungarian and canadian. LINGUISTICS: french and english which are her native languages, spanish, german, portuguese and italian in a fluent level and she can lead a conversation in japanese. EDUCATION: she attended university of birmingham where she got her BSc in physiotherapy and, later, she attended queen mary university of london where she got her MSc in sports and exercise medicine. CRIMINAL RECORD: despite some mishaps along the way and almost being charged for public lewdness and, later, having allegedly assaulted a paparazzo — which was settled in a deal, isla has a clean record. BIRTH ORDER: first. FATHER: lawrence jude monroe, born on may 19th, 1966 in toronto, canada, passed away on august 11th, 2006 in los angeles, california. lawrence was a high-profile hockey player and the founder of monroe corporation. MOTHER: audrey gabrielle kelly, née jones, born on october 29th, 1968 in montecito, california, residing in los angeles, california and working as a communication and media teacher at the university of southern california though she used to be a successful sports reporter. SISTER/S: elizabeth sophia kelly, born on june 8th, 2002 in malibu, california, residing in los angeles, california where she also studies. she’s one of two children audrey had in a second marriage, making her isla’s half-sister. BROTHER/S: anthony dean kelly, born on april 7th, 2000 in malibu, california, residing in los angeles, california where he also studies. he’s the first born of audrey’s second marriage and, thus, isla’s half-brother. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: kendrick parker. CHILDREN: bella nicole parker, born on june 9th, 2018 in montauk, new york. zoe eliza parker, born on june 9th, 2018 in montauk, new york. kyd lawrence parker, born on january 14th, 2020 in montauk, new york. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: none. EX/ES: joseph taylor. PETS: gliss and qana, two french bulldogs and brooklyn, an english bulldog.

003. GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 5′5″ or 168 cm. WEIGHT: between 117 lbs or 53 kg and 125 lbs or 57 kg. BODY BUILD: isla has a naturally willowy and curvy frame, something in between a hourglass shape and the classic supermodel-rectangle one — leaning more towards the first. she's not overly slim but she has the average weight for her height, and she has curves in the right places. her body isn't the most defined but she has a toned frame and she has more lean muscle than fat. isla has a big bust — 32C —, a flat stomach and long legs. EYE COLOR: she has cerulean blue eyes but, on occasion and depending on the light, they might look a grey-ish blue. EYESIGHT: whereas isla doesn't have any kind of issue like miopia or astigmatism, she has severe eye fatigue. she can get away without wearing anything but for activities that demand a lot of focus, such as reading, and when it comes to spending time in front of a laptop, as well as reading or watching television at night or in places where the light isn't the best, she needs glasses to stop her vision from going blurry. HAIR COLOR & STYLE: naturally, her hair is more of a caramel brown shade but, currently, it’s more of a chocolate brown shade. appearance and the way she portrays herself is very important for isla due to her career both as a sports agent / ceo of a world renown company and as an actress. naturally, her hair is straight and when the girl is in a rush, she opts for keeping it that way, using few products and a straightener to sleek it back. when she has the time, she prefers to spend some time making loose, beach waves or a few loose ringlets so there's some volume to her hair. if she's home or off-duty, she'll not waste much time on it and will often try to get her hair out of the way by throwing it on a ponytail or some kind of messy bun. if she has events, she likes to mix it up and often leaves the more elaborate hair styles to a trusty stylist. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: her electric blue eyes paired with her angular facial features and plump lips are, perhaps, the most notable characteristic when it regards isla. there's almost a vintage quality to her features, something outstanding and that distinguishes her from other girls — and most people, in general — out there. likewise, her willowy figure is one of her most obvious, notable appearance features. SCARS AND MARKS: she has a few scars here and there, courtesy of her clumsy moments, but it’s nothing major or particularly noticeable. other than that, she has a few notable moles spread out on her tummy. TATTOOS: she has a small knife with a rose lying atop of it on her left hip — reference —, she has nineteen tattooed in cursive on the side of her left hand, her dad's favorite number, and she has I of III on her right ankle — a matching tattoo she's got with her two siblings. she has a b behind her right ear and a z behind her left ear, respectively representing her and kendrick’s daughter’s bella and zoe.  PIERCINGS: she has her regular lobes pierced. VOICECLAIM: barbara palvin. ACCENT & INTENSITY: to this day, and in spite of having lived a good portion of her life between los angeles, new york and england, isla still has her quebec accent intact and it's still as distinctive and as intense as it has always been. ALLERGIES: lactose intolerant, white chocolate, vanilla. PHOBIAS & FEARS: solitude and oblivion. MENTAL & PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: she has rhinitis. ALCOHOL USE: in social situations, she does drink. SMOKING: she stopped smoking ever since she started trying to get pregnant. NARCOTICS USE: not anymore. when she was younger ( read from fourteen to sixteen ) she did heavier drugs such as heroin, ecstasy, shrooms and cocaine and she used to smoke weed and, occasionally, do adderall to focus during college. INDULGENT FOOD: occasionally, when she’s down in the slumps or having major cravings. SPLURGE SPENDING: it doesn’t happen often, it’s rare for isla to lose her mind and splurge. GAMBLING: no, never.

004. DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, she can drive. CAN THEY COOK & BAKE? yes and ish. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? yes. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? yes. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? yes. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? yes. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? in-between. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? leader. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? a balance of both. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? a balance of both, leaning more towards night owl. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? not heavy, nor light. an in-between. COFFEE OR TEA? coffee. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? showers. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? neither. CATS OR DOGS? dogs. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? cinema. SHOWS OR MOVIES? movies. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? laptop. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy food. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? frozen yogurt. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? hamburger. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? neither. BEACH OR POOL? beach. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? both. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? science. HISTORY OR ART? art. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? chocolate bars. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? drama. HORROR OR COMEDY? horror.

005. ISLA’S FAVORITES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: working out. FAVORITE ANIMAL: caracal. FAVORITE BOOK: requiem for a dream by hubert shelby jr. FAVORITE COLOR/S: black and red. FAVORITE CUISINE: mexican and spanish cuisines. FAVORITE DISH/ES: poutine, nachos, tacos, huevos rancheros, chili, paella, gazpacho and fideuà. FAVORITE DRINK/S: watermelon lemonade, caipirinha and margarita. FAVORITE FLOWER/S: lotus, yellow hibiscus and plumerias. FAVORITE GEM: ruby. FAVORITE MOVIE: it’s only the end of the world, although she loves anything by xavier dolan. FAVORITE SONG: sleep on it by gallant. FAVORITE SCENT/S: peaches, the scent of the earth after it rained, lavender and leather. FAVORITE SHOW/S: how to get away with murder and scandal. FAVORITE SPORT/S & TEAM THEY SUPPORT: basketball, american football, hockey, baseball, soccer and volleyball. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: summer. VACATION DESTINATION: vaadhoo, maldives.

[slothssassin]

Game meme

Tagged by @occorner and @briarfox13, thanks lovelies!

I’ll tag @liaorban, @deadlymaelstrom, @katajanokka, @eluvisen and @starsandskies, no pressure of course!

favorite game from the last 5 years? I’ve played a lot of great games in the last 5 years and and, depending what I’m playing at the moment, my favourite might change. I’ve loved both Mass Effect and Dragon Age, God of War is a fantastic game, Life is Strange was amazing, Detroit: Become Human is super emotional and there are a lot of other ones that are important to me. In the end I might have to say Fallout 4 here - this game just feels like home to me.

most nostalgic game? I’d say Assassin’s Creed 2. It was one of the first games I seriously played on the PC and I loved it a lot. The characters are amazing, the story is interesting and visiting Italy is always a joy. I often come back to play this game, in fact it would be time to do that again soon.

game that deserves a sequel? Hmm I would like to continue with Tales from the Borderlands? I’m sure there would still be some stories to tell. Also there are still a lot of unanswered questions in Mass Effect Andromeda.

game that deserves a remaster? I would love to play a remastered version of the Mass Effect trilogy. 

favorite game series? Mass Effect and Dragon Age

favorite genre? I love RPGs the most, it’s awesome to have a huge world you can explore with multiple quests. I also enjoy a shooter or stealth game every now and then.

least favorite genre? Multiplayer games like LoL or CS, that’s just not my kind of thing.

favorite song from a game? Oh boy. I’m a huge fan of video game soundtracks and music, so this is a very hard decision. I love “Ezio’s Family” from AC2 a lot, Jesper Kyd is one of my favourite composers in general. “Rebuild, renew” from the Fallout 4 soundtrack by Inon Zur is amazing as well and sets a wonderful atmosphere for the game. Life is Strange’s soundtrack is great too, also “Silver for Monsters” from The Witcher 3 OST. My favourite voiced song might be “Once we were” from the Dragon Age Inquisition Bard Songs.

favorite character from a game? I have a lot of favourite characters. My ME and DA romances are very dear to my heart of course. I don’t want to list all of my favourites here, that would be way too long, let’s just say I have at least one fav in every game I love.

favorite ship from a game? I usually ship my OCs with a canon character, Shepard x Kaidan, Warden x Alistair, Hawke x Fenris, Lavellan x Cullen... it gets harder for two canon characters. I’ve always liked Max x Warren and Chloe x Rachel from Life is Strange though.

favorite voice actor from a game? Jennifer Hale is great

favorite cutscene? One?? That’s impossible to decide. Definitely the romance scenes from the Bioware games. Shepard’s and Kaidan’s almost kiss. The journey to Skyhold felt very epic. Every Father/Son interaction between Kratos and Atreus. Alice on that merry-go-round in Detroit. Ezio becoming an Assassin in AC2. Ahh and many more!!

favorite boss? Magni and Modi in God of War

first console? A Playstation 2, if the Gameboy Advance doesn’t count

current console or consoles? Nintendo Wii, Xbox 360, Playstation 4

console you want? Maybe a Nintendo Switch? I’m actually more of a PC player

place from a game that you’d like to visit? Some places in DA are lovely! Like the Hinterlands, but minus the bears^^ The Citadel would be interesting to see as well. Some cities and landscapes in Skyrim would be worth a travel too!

place from a game that you’d like to live in? My own farm in Stardew Valley maybe? 

ridiculous crossover that would never happen but would be super fun?  Hmm the classic Mass Effect/Dragon Age?

book that would make a good game? Peter Brett’s books maybe?

show/movie that would make a good game? Avatar: The last Airbender. Or maybe a game in that world. Let me be the Avatar, choose my nation and then learn the other elements. That would be awesome *-*

games you want to play? Too many, honestly! Not including the ones I want to play again. So I really want to play Detroit (have only seen a Let’s play so far), AC Odyssey, Red Dead Redemption 2, Life is Strange 2, Elder Scrolls Online, Senua’s Sacrifice and a few smaller ones.

have you gotten 100% completion in a game? Yes, I managed that with Life is Strange and LiS Before the Storm, Tales from the Borderlands, To the Moon and Finding Paradise. I’m close to getting 100% in Stardew Valley as well, but that might take some while.

have you cried over a game? Too many times.

[mcginnispetterson7]

Should You Tolerate Your Footling one Clause Pics and Films On the network?

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[onthepageoftears]

Kill Your Darlings Ch. 15 (Jaskier x Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

A/N: Hello again! It’s been a while, but this chapter fills one of my squares for @thewitcherbingo​ ! The last chapter technically did as well (probably more-so), but I didn’t want to tag that one because it would spoil what happened at the end (also I might have forgotten to tag that chapter whoops) Anyway, if while you’re waiting for a KYD chapter you’re thirsting for more content, you can go check my other short fics out (if you haven’t already). Okay okay, enough talk. Read on!

Your comments and feedback are always encouraged and mean a lot to me!

Bingo Square Filled: Death

Summary: One relationship blossoms after another was broken.

Warnings: mentions of blood/wounds/kidnapping/death/pain, pining, soft!!!, slight angst, language

Words: 2,443

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

Blood wasn’t something you were new to. Not since the first time you scraped your knee, not since the first time you saw a dead body, and definitely not since you killed your first target. It was everywhere — and in a fight, it got everywhere. But for some reason, you couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that it was Joneta’s blood all over your hands. It was her blood that seemed to be a permanent reminder of what you did.

Geralt burst through the back door of the tavern not long after Joneta’s eyes went dark. Or, maybe it was a long time after. You couldn’t tell, and the sky wasn’t helping — darkness surrounded you for as long as you could remember. You were beginning to think the sun would never return. But even that didn’t bother you. Not while your friend — who you once considered your only friend — was dead in your arms. Not while her blood was caked onto your fingertips, not while her now dried pool of blood mixed with your own.

Geralt tried to get you up. But even he didn’t dare touch you when you sent him daggers through your eyes. Instead, he made sure no one ventured back to the tavern’s courtyard, all while keeping his eyes off of you. Smart, because if he sent you any look that resembled pity, you might’ve stabbed him as well.

The tears had stopped falling almost as soon as her blood dried. You were silent, which wasn’t new either, but it was…unsettling. Like you couldn’t speak. Like the words that died on Joneta’s tongue as she choked on her blood…they died on yours too.

So instead of crying, you watched the girl in front of you, stiff and departed, thinking maybe she would get up again. She’d blink, or gasp, or laugh at the fact that you thought you killed her. Killed her.

“You could never,” she’d say, wiping the blood from her face. “The only thing that’d kill me is…me.” And you’d laugh.

But she didn’t wake up. She didn’t move. She didn’t even bleed anymore. She was a corpse. An ‘it’. A was.

“Oh.” You snapped your eyes up, the quickest movement you’d made for a while. Jaskier was standing at the door of the tavern, his hands wringing together, probably because there was no lute between them. Geralt stood behind him, making sure the door was closed and blocked by a heavy barrel beside it. He only nodded at you and turned away, most likely to guard the other entrance.

You looked back at Joneta’s eyes, which now seemed to be judging you — testing you. But when you spoke, it was to Jaskier, “I thought I told you to keep playing.”

You almost didn’t notice him kneel beside you, “You’re hurt.” His hands shook as they reached towards your thigh, his fingertips gently ghosting over where blood had already been soaking through.

“I already tied it off.”

It wasn’t a lie. Somehow you managed enough energy to rip part of your cloak and tie it around your stab wound — the blood wasn’t fully soaking the material, which meant you hadn’t been out there too long. Otherwise, you would probably be passed out by now. Or dead.

“Not your arm. Or — oh, your stomach.” You barely flinched when he held one hand to each wound — it hurt, the sudden pressure, but somehow, it made you feel better. “We need to get you inside.”

“I can’t,” the crack in your voice made you inhale sharply, your eyes brimming with tears. “I can’t leave her.”

Jaskier’s gaze softened, his grasp on your arm tightening so you would look at him. “She’ll be here. Geralt will make sure of it.”

You didn’t want to believe him. Him, of all people. The person who made you kill your friend. The person who made you go against your uncle, the one person you could call family. But there was part of you…the part of you that you wanted to push away. That part of you believed him. Trusted him.

So you let him help you up, lean your arm over his shoulders, and guide you back inside the tavern. He whispered in your ear as you made it to the room. You’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. You knew it wouldn’t. But you listened anyway.

He told you he needed to clean the wounds. So you watched as he readied the tub, listened as he told you exactly what he was doing even if you didn’t give two shits. His voice was therapeutic, numbing, comforting. He spoke to you as he led you to the tub, spoke while he was turned around as you peeled the clothes from your body. He hummed as he quickly helped scrub the blood from your hands, from your face, from your hair.

It was after you got fresh clothes and were sat in a chair that he became silent. He worked quietly as he stitched what he could of your wounds. Badly, you might have added. Maybe you would have teased him if the circumstances were different. But you instead kept your eyes on the tub full of blood infested water, biting down on your tongue to hold back grunts of pain. And then the stitches were secure, or as secure as they could’ve been, and you looked over the damage as Jaskier cleaned off his hands.

You’d had worse. Rauf once found you nearly unconscious outside his door after getting in a mere bar fight. But these wounds were from a friend, and that made them so, so much worse.

You tore your eyes away from the stitches on your arm, swallowing back the bile that crawled up your throat. Instead, you toyed with the fresh cloth that was wrapped around your thigh, where the blood had finally managed to subside. The silence in the room was deafening. It wasn't comforting out there behind the tavern, where Joneta’s eyes haunted you and her voice echoed in your head. But here, with Jaskier, you desperately wanted to hear something else. Anything else.

“How long was I out there?” Your voice was hoarse, almost a whisper.

“Too long.” Jaskier set his towel down, his own eyes not meeting yours. “I tried to get you sooner, but Geralt—“

“I wouldn’t have let you either,” you said, watching him fold your now clean clothes, probably to busy his hands. The fact that he wouldn’t look at you scared you. So you spoke again, “Where did you learn to…”

Jaskier turned, finally meeting your eyes. He noticed you gesturing to your wounds, “Geralt made me help him on our…many adventures.”

You managed a small scoff, “Didn’t teach you very well.”

Jaskier paused, a smile lifting onto his lips when he realized it was a joke. A joke. You recoiled at the smile that threatened to fall on your own face. Your friend was dead, and you were making jokes.

Jaskier sat in the chair just across from you, his knees just inches away from your own. But still, he didn’t speak. He fumbled with his hands, staring at them like they were the most interesting thing he’d seen in his entire life. But you knew he wanted to speak. To talk to you. To ask you what happened. And even though it hurt, you cleared your throat.

“I was eight years old.” You watched Jaskier’s gaze fall back on you, his fumbling hands now going still. He frowned at your words, waiting for you to continue. You cleared your throat again, “I was eight when my parents died.”

Jaskier blinked, his eyes clouding with sorrow, “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” You smiled sadly, laying your palms flat against your knees. “But they didn’t just die. They were killed.”

“You don’t have to—“

“I want to.” You let out a deep breath before meeting the bard’s eyes again, “My father was a good man. He was. And sometimes that’s all I want to remember.” Your eyes darkened, the memories washing over you like a cold rain. “But he killed my mother. He killed her because — shit, who knows why. He was crazy. He thirsted for blood. And my mother was victim to it.”

Now, Jaskier’s eyes were dark. “Did he hurt you?”

His concern made you bite your lip. You shook your head, dropping your eyes from his face, “No. My uncle killed him before he could. He tried to stop him at first, but he was too late.”

“And you saw it?”

“Only the blood on my uncle’s hands.”

“That’s…terrible.”

You frowned. Terrible. It was. But it was your reality. Your past. The memories were always in your mind, but you never labeled them as terrible. They were just there. Another part of you. You thought of the way Rauf looked at you when he left the house, reaching out to you with his hands covered in blood. The way he grabbed your arms and carried you away from your home, from your life.

Part of you hated him for not letting you see what your father did. For once, he didn’t want to expose you to the graphic scene. But you wished you saw it. You wished you didn’t only remember the good parts of your father, the parts that made you miss him.

“Some days I wish I could’ve done it myself.” The venom in your voice surprised Jaskier, but you kept going. “Others…I miss the man I knew before. And I hate myself for it.”

“You couldn’t have known he would do that. You were a child—“

“But I wish I could go back. To before. I miss our time together. I miss seeing his face when he came home at night, even after knowing he killed—“ You stopped yourself, wiping furiously at the tears that fell from your face. You swallowed the lump in your throat, lifting your eyes to the man in front of you.

“It’s why I do what I do.”

“Kill people?”

“People who need to die. Evil people. Even the people you hold close.” Joneta’s face flashed in your mind, making you shudder. “I don’t want someone else to regret not stopping someone evil, just because they’re a friend, or family, or…whatever.”

“But you also want revenge.” Jaskier’s words stunned you. You expected his face to be disgusted, dejected. But he was staring right at you, not an ounce of aversion in his eyes. “You want revenge for what happened to you.”

Your voice was a whisper, “Yes.”

He waited a moment before speaking again. “Who was that assassin?”

You closed your eyes, “Joneta.” The name felt like it burned a hole in your tongue. “A friend.”

“And you killed her…for me?”

Your eyes met his, the tears clouding up your vision. You didn’t have to answer.

“You’re a good person.” Jaskier searched your eyes, keeping his gaze there almost like it would make you believe what he was saying. “Hell, you’re a good assassin.”

“There’s no such thing.” You sighed when he kept his eyes on you, silently urging you to continue. “Murder is murder. I’m just...another type of evil.”

“I don’t think that's true,” Jaskier’s voice was firm, confident. “Other assassins would have killed me just for the money. You…you had to make sure I was the right — or, the wrong — person. You didn’t just call it a day and slit my throat just because.” You winced. Joneta’s chokes echoed in your brain. Her shocked expression. Her dead eyes.

You turned away. “That doesn’t make me a good person.”

“It doesn’t make you evil either.” Jaskier leaned forward, placing his own hands on his knees.

“I guess you’re lucky I was picked for this job.”

“Guess I am.”

You looked at him, despite your eyes burning to fight back the tears. No matter how hard you tried to pull away, this man pulled you back. This bard. This bard who you were supposed to kill — to kill, and never look back.

You watched him and he looked back, his tongue darting out to lay upon his bottom lip as he searched your face. His eyes flicked from your own, to your lips, then back again. You felt a twist in your gut, but also a release in your chest, a quiet sigh escaping your lips. And for a moment, you were positive that his hand reached out in the short distance to touch your own, ever so lightly, just ghosting the tips of your fingers. And then he cleared his throat.

“I found something. In your pocket.” You nearly sighed again as he stood up and walked back towards your clothes. You had to fight the disappointment that settled in your chest, internally kicking yourself at the feeling. You couldn’t possibly be this selfish, wanting Jaskier’s attention. Not after what happened. Not after what you did.

Wanting Jaskier's attention. Was that all it was? Or was it something more? 

Before you could think more of it, Jaskier was in the chair again. He held out two pieces of parchment towards you. “Notes. Perhaps from...secret admirers?”

You scoffed and took the papers, ignoring the teasing smile he held. The first one was the instructions to get to the guild, which normally, you would throw a fit over Jaskier seeing. But your trust for him made you shrug it off, instead turning your attention to the second one.

Keep the girl until the rest arrive. They’ll know where to bring her.

— Hotch

You frowned, blinking as you tried to remember where you saw that name. You knew you found the note at the bandit camp where Lilla was captured, but why was the name so familiar?

Then you remembered. “Oh, shit.”

“What?”

You were turning over the first piece of parchment when Geralt came in the room.

“I cleared up the body. We can bury it when you’re ready.”

The forwardness of his words surprised you. Burying Joneta. You snapped out of your daze, blinking away the tears that lingered from earlier. Standing from your chair a bit too quickly, you wobbled as the pain shot up your leg. Despite gritting your teeth, you spoke, “I’m ready.”

“What do you mean?” Jaskier grabbed your arm to steady you. His face was construed with concern. “You’re hardly ready to take another trip—“

“I’m fine,” you snapped, eyes softening when you looked back at him. You leaned forward, holding the pieces of parchment towards him. Softening your voice, you placed your own hand on his shoulder. “And I know who is after you.”

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