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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Anemo as the 5 Love Languages ﾟ☾. ࿐

summary: everyone gives affection a different way, so how about our favourite anemo users?

pairings: xiao : venti : scara : heizou : kazuha x gn!reader

warnings: minor spoiler for 3.3 archon quest [scara]

a/n: wow this really sat in my drafts since august, so much so that i still had aether in instead scara (so sorry, love)

XIAO

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Gift Giving ࿐ྂ

Xiao is still very new to relationships in general, romantic ones even more so, seeing as he kept others at least an arm length away at all times, so the prospect of openly showing his affection is daunting to him

He knows he’s not the best with words, thinks his statements are too blunt and sharp to deliver these confusing feelings in his chest, and he’s wary of his karmic debt tainting you if he reaches for you

So he settled for something familiar to him; by giving you adeptus charms, not only is he warding off evil spirits, he’s also bestowing a handmade gift upon you, something he’s observed mortals doing throughout the millennia, no matter the era

Before, he merely thought they were doing it to appease their partners, but after the first time he gave you a protective charm, he felt his heart flutter at your genuine gratitude and a warm sensation flooding his chest at the heartfelt smile you gave him

He was absolutely hooked

From then on out, he not only made you little talismans but also beaded accessories and decorative trinkets or brought back things he saw while doing his duty and thought you might like

And do not get him started on the rush of excitement he feels when he sees you tying them to your clothes or bag, proudly showing off his gifts or diligently caring for the flowers sitting pretty in a vase

When he asked you about it and you merely replied “It’s like you’re always with me” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, Xiao needed some time to get his thoughts and emotions back in order

Maybe showing affection wasn’t so bad after all…

VENTI

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Physical Touch ࿐ྂ

Of course it takes two for this love language to be established but Venti is the one initiating physical contact most of the time

It’s mostly small touches throughout the day, like pushing a strand of hair out of your face or straightening out your clothes when he notices some creases; it’s also very adorable when he latches onto your arm to show you something or swings your intertwined hands around when walking together

Despite being in a relationship already, Venti has made up his mind to try and woo you all over again in your day to day life, so expect the brush of his knuckles on your cheek or a cheeky kiss to the back of your hand

He also loves it when you sit next to him or in his lap (or he in yours) while he sings and plays the lyre; if someone makes the trip out to Windrise on a sunny day, there’s a high likelihood they’ll hear a soft melody accompanied by joyous giggles

All that being sad, Venti also uses physical affection to be a brat (<3)

From clinging to you, so you wouldn’t be able to get up to draping himself over you from behind while you’re working, it’s all a ploy to monopolise your attention but he’ll stop if it’s genuinely bothering you

Playfulness aside, there’s one element of physical touch that only comes to show when it’s solely the two of you, often late at night when the world has gone quiet and ugly memories are rearing their head

Whether it’s him holding you or you holding him, the weight of your body against his, hands trailing each others’ skin and warmth being shared, it helps ground him in the present and serves as a welcome reminder that you’re still here next to him, safe and sound

SCARAMOUCHE

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Acts of Service ࿐ྂ

If directly confronted with the topic, Scara would merely scoff at the notion of being in love or being „soft“ for you but as always, his actions speak louder than words

He subconsciously looks out for you without giving the matter too much thought, making sure you’re okay and taken care of almost like it’s second nature to him

Ever since the Irminsul incident, he’s become more aware of his relationships and his treatment of the people around him and while he’s still far from being soft-spoken and lovey-dovey, he’s trying to come to terms with his feelings for you and also acting on them

Scara wouldn’t ever tell you but he’s truly scared his words would come out wrong if he tried to tell you verbally or he‘d somehow hurt you when initiating physical contact (although he’s so careful with you ), so he finds it safer to do small tasks for you, trying to make your life a little more comfortable

It started out as him just wanting to make sure you‘d consider him useful to you, so you wouldn’t abandon him, but with a lot of reassurance from your side he grew more secure in your relationship and found genuine joy in doing little things for you and gladly baskes in your gratefulness (even if he gets a little too smug about it, just bear with it)

HEIZOU

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Quality Time ࿐ྂ

Lives can be stressful and hectic, keeping two people from seeing each other as often as they’d like; that’s why for Heizou every second he can spend with you is to be cherished

More often than he’d like, his job has him investigating far away from home for an indefinite amount of time and all he wants to do when he comes back is indulge in your presence until he’s satisfied

One of his favourite activities has to be solving puzzles with you; whether it’s jigsaw or some kind of logic puzzle, he’s genuinely enjoying seeing your thought process just as much as having you next to him

Likewise, just doing your own respective thing while existing in the same space is a very welcome form of calming down and unwinding; there’s something rather domestic about it and it’s making him all giddy (he is a romantic at heart)

He’s also found that whenever he's stuck on a case, talking things through with you helps tremendously; you don’t necessarily need to provide any professional input or expertise but just listening to him while he goes through all the available clues out loud provides him with a new angle on the situation; obviously, he will patiently sit and listen whenever you need to vent or clear your head as well

KAZUHA

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words of Affirmation ࿐ྂ

Is it a surprise that Kazuha’s giving love language is words of affirmation?

With his natural aptitude and interest in poetry of all sorts, he supposes it only makes sense he would love to show his affection for you in the most expressive way he can

One thing about Kazuha, every word he speaks, he also means; so while he showers you in praise and reassurance, it’s always genuine and you can hear it in the sincerity of his voice and see it in the certainness of his pen strokes

Subconsciously or not, even when he’s not trying to write about you, he’ll often find a familiarity in his works as he examines them afterwards, smiling fondly at the notion of you inspiring him without even trying; a muse he couldn’t forget even if he wanted to

So while you’ve come to expect his smooth compliments, you never know what form they might take; one day he is reciting his newest haiku to you, the next you find a half finished sonnet on the margin of a random piece of paper or you wake up to a carefully worded letter on your bedside table

Although, one thing that never changes, is the way he whispers sleepy confessions and sweet nothings into your ear while you’re both snuggled up in bed at night, the sound of his calm voice lulling you into a peaceful slumber (and don’t think you’re leaving his side without equally affectionate words in the morning)

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 4 months

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1967 Ferrari 275 GTB/4 Coupe

Enzo Ferrari was always looking for an edge. Not satisfied with his company's international preeminence, he had his design team work with consultant Pininfarina to conduct a special study on aerodynamics in the months leading up to the 51st Salon de Automobile in 1964. This research led to the creation of the Ferrari 275 GTB Berlinetta.

What Pininfarina came up with was a clean-looking front end, with headlights faired in beneath glass covers, and a spoiler lip on the rear, which became a trademark for Ferrari's sport and grand touring cars. Breaking with tradition, the 275 GTB was the first grand touring Ferrari to offer cast magnesium wheels instead of the traditional wire wheels. The car is powered by a 3.3-liter V12 with 320 hp, and has a claimed top speed of 165 mph.

This car was purchased in 1996 by the current owner from its original owner, legendary movie producer and Ferrari collector Greg Garrison of Thousand Oaks, California. It is driven frequently on the highway and in high-speed events sponsored by the Ferrari Club of America.

The car was delivered to the current owner by Ferrari of North America as part of a multi-car transaction involving a 'one-off' special-bodied 250 Ferrari that was owned by the Ferrari Factory.

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veintrry · 2 years

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winter greetings and their departures.

wanderer x gn!reader, sweet & soft fluff, emotional angst, loss, memory loss.

warning! minor spoilers for wanderers backstory and major spoilers for 3.3 sumeru story quest. 4.3k words.

an: hi this is me b4 writing this and i feel like this is gonna ruin me.

edit: I'm ruined. I hate everything. part 2!

There was never much that Winter would bring to Snezhnaya, after all, it was always winter here. From the piping hot delicacies, the layers of clothing, the deep inches of snow. You practically didn't need to wait for Winter to come. However, what it does bring is gifts, and one day you received a puppet at your doorstep, unbeknownst to you that is.

A couple of weeks ago you had found a boy slumped up against the wall of your house. Seeing this as you hummed to yourself planning to spend the day shopping, you obviously were surprised at the figure that donned a large hat and light clothing sat unconscious against the wall. At first you had assumed that maybe it was a drunk who didn't know better, however, after feeling his temperature, you decided to leave the pondering for later.

After a tough struggle of getting him into your home, you laid him on your couch, draping him in multiple blankets. Immediately after doing so you put a hand to feel for his pulse but nothing came through and panic surged through your body. You tried feeling for his heart but nothing beat underneath your palm and there was no sign of his chest ever having been raising up and down, even back when you found him outside. Had he died out in front of your house that long ago? You felt guilty for not being there soon enough but you were wondering just for how long had he been out there? Why did no one help?

You didn't exactly know what to do till you saw him open his eyes, sending your body stumbling backwards as you yelped form the horrifying sight. He's dead. He's meant to be dead. "Who the hell are you?" This doesn't happen to dead people does it? God, please, what possession occurred within your home? "You're alive?" You inched near him. "Of course I'm alive, have you ever seen a dead person before or should I show you one?" Despite his threats you were relieved to know he was well, "Oh my god, you're alive." You say as the weight leaves your shoulders. "I couldn't feel your heartbeat so I thought you had died by now." You don't notice the way his face scrunched at your words.

"Who are you?" You know, he was awfully direct for someone who was drunk prior. "I'm the person who had to drag you out of the freezing cold." You tell him your name as you expect a form of thanks or emotional gratitude but it never comes. "Do you want me to get on my knees and pledge loyalty to you?" Maybe you should've left him to die.

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But you didn't, that's why you were here now, eating dinner together like you do every day.

You came to find that the young man, who's name you came to find out is Scaramouche, was not as bad as you thought he was despite his horrible personality. In fact, he was good company once you adapted to his way of speaking. He clearly isn't as direct about his emotions as you thought he was.

You would say you two had become good friends since the incident that occurred, although, he's never really told you how he ended up there. You always thought he was too embarrassed to admit what occurred, after all he has a lot of pride, but you've come to realise he doesn't enjoy alcohol, not unless he seems to be in a bad mood. You never wished to pry onto what happened for him to end up in such a state so you let it be.

"It tastes good right?" The question leaves your mouth excitedly as you expect to be praised. It had been the first time you were the one who made dinner because ever since the first time he met you he decided you were too careless and 'might try to poison him' if he lets you do the cooking. But, after some haggling, you managed to persuade him. Most likely because he seems to have grown a soft spot for you. "It's fine."

Your spoon hitting the bottom of the bowl. A silence overcame the room. The dish before you two was goulash, but not just any goulash, no, it was Your Special Goulash recipe. You had mastered this recipe to perfection, no, more than perfection, it is a goulash so good the Archons would be astounded. "Liar." You bitterly said. "What, you seek more praise?" He spoke, his voice was somewhat laced sweetly with honey as though to further taunt you. "Yes. Yes, I do. This is years of work, it is more than fine, it is magnificent!" You take strong pride in your skills when it comes to cooking and it won't be undermined. "I think it's pretty average." "Average?!" You repeated with astoundment.

One could say you were almost this close to jumping over the table at this blasphemy. He was clearly taking much amusement in your behaviour. "Yeah, I bet I could make a better gou-" His sentence is cut short by a spoon being forced into his mouth and he feels the warm liquid seep into his mouth, the seasonings it carries covering his tongue. His gaze stays stuck to your hands and his eyes are wide. You could easily tell he was astounded and you began to smile happily, but his shock didn't come from what you thought it did. He raised his sights onto you, and your stupid face.

Scaramouche felt his face grow warmer, and it wasn't frustration at your actions but something else. You take note of this and your eyes seem to glimmer, at this he pulls your hand away from him, thereby removing the spoon as he swallows. "So you do like it!" You're so dumb. Such an idiot you are. His hand is raised to his face as he mumbles something but you don't hear him, and you ask him to repeat it, repeat what you know will be the praise you deserve. "I said...It's too hot."

"...What." You stand still, disappointed once more. "It's goulash, it's meant to be hot!" And to your surprise, he mimics the same volume as you. "Well, it's too hot!" "You just don't know genius when you see it!" Taking a seat back down harshly. "Ha! I see it in the mirror every day." Crossing his arms as he bites his bottom lip, as though trying to keep his own resistance against something, making himself appear frustrated despite the colour of his ears. "You wish. Just eat up." You huff, biting your own food.

"Whatever." And he does the same as you, but with each bite he takes he stays more and more focused on what you did. You're so careless. Do you ever think prior to acting? He chuckles to himself, and you raise a brow but don't ask anything.

You both continue to eat peacefully.

—

Scaramouche had begun to act oddly. It's small things he does that have changed.

He used to cling onto you, he wouldn't directly ask for it but you'd give him it and he'd welcome it despite his complaints that you're too touchy, "You better not do this with anyone else." He'd say to you. And whenever you tried to leave his grip he'd pull you back in, asking you what you thought you were doing leaving him like that. He used to always keep you in his sights, he'd stay reading a book somewhere in the room just to make sure he can also keep an eye on you. But now, he seems too busy, too worried, with something, you aren't entirely sure what. You've asked him about his behaviour but he brushes it off, acting as though you're imagining things.

You question why he feels more distant nowadays, why even after having known each other for a long time now it feels like you're back to being strangers. Despite always being the more honest one out of the two you didn't want to admit to him that you missed having him there, with you. Yes, you two still lived together, but, although you don't want to admit it, you missed his touch.

It's an odd thing to say that you lost someone when they're always with you, it's kind of like having an anchor tied to you, yet the rope isn't tied around you, it is in you. You are one.

You wanted to figure out what's wrong, to sort things out. So you decided you'd try again, that you would do your best.

"Scara?" You called, peaking your head into his room. His answer was quick and to the point, not bothering to stare back at you. "What is it? I'm working on something." You pranched towards where he was sitting, attempting to peer over his shoulder, glimpsing at what he was working on before he abruptly hid it. You feel your brows furrow as you bite your tongue. Why was it that he suddenly began keeping things from you? You can recount exactly when it started. It wasn't like he shared everything with you, nor did you expect him to, but he didn't go out of his way like this.

You straightened your back. It was better to simply be straightforward with him. "What are you hiding?" Your voice was flat, there is no reason for there to be anything other than suspicion. "Nothing." Quick as always to cover up, but unlike other times he might have lied to you, this time his eyes didn't meet yours, they stayed focused on the ground.

You fisted your hands, annoyance surged through your body, but another part of you felt differently. You felt disappointed, not in him, but yourself. You somehow felt you had done something to cause this, to have him leave you behind. It felt slightly hollow. How can you blame him when you want to so badly just forgive him for whatever it is?

"Scara," You started, and the words threatened to never continue sounding out, to stay confined in your throat, suffocating you. But once he glanced up at you, anticipation in his orbs, you knew he was aware, aware that he had done something. If so, why hasn't he done anything regarding it? Regarding how he neglected you. You barely eat together anymore, he's too busy. "Please, just tell me, what's wrong?"

Truth is, he did wish to tell you, but then your idea of him would shatter. Everything you saw would fall apart. He can't have that, he doesn't want you to hate him, he can't take that. "Is it something I did?" No, no, no. God, no. He finds himself denying it repeatedly in his mind, the guilt seeping into his body, realising that you might have been blaming yourself the entire time. The last thing he'd want is for you to denounce yourself in his stead. He knows what he's doing. He knows what he has been doing to you and he knows it's cruel and awful, but he has to, he has to. He's done worse so why was this most bothersome for him?

"Did I ever say that?"

"No, you didn't. But, what else am I meant to think." You were the one who suffered the consequences of his actions. He expired a heavy breath, before admitting his thoughts, putting aside his usual act. "You're right. No, you didn't do anything. You never did. I'm simply caught up with some stuff."

"What stuff? You keep saying you're busy but you never tell me what. I'm… starting to get worried. I don't know what you're doing but if you have to go out of your way to hide it from me then it mustn't be good."

He didn't respond, only blankly blinking at you. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking till he stood up, his following words cut through not only the tension that had built up but you as well.

"I plan on leaving."

"What, where?! Why?!" You couldn't wrap your head around why he'd make such a plan, or why he would have to, nevertheless want to. "I have something I need to do. It's important to me." Important to him. Important to him? Why had he never mentioned it and why does he only bring it up now. He still continues to be discreet about his actions despite clueing you in with small tiny drops of information. But you didn't want the info, you wanted to know when it would end. "Then is it more important than you and I?"

It was as important on its own as he was. And since they were tied, if he were to say it is then he'd be saying he's worth more than you. He wouldn't want to put you down. No, you meant the world to him, you were so beautiful, you were wonderful and full of life but in a way he felt like he didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve this warmth, your warmth. You were the world but his vision was much bigger, he was a god, this is his birthright. If you'd listen to him, if you could understand, if you could trust him. Trust him blindly without a second thought. That's what he wishes to ask of you, he doesn't want to cause you any more pain but this is necessary for him to achieve. "Yes. It is."

He didn't need to hear your words to know how you felt, every part of your face said it. The misery, the burning, aching misery that swirled within those orbs of yours. How your body tensed, your jaw clenched tighter, and your brows raising higher in astonishment. A laugh leaves your throat, a scratchy bitter chuckle, and he hates it. "I see. Okay, I get it." It was clear he had already decided to dispose of you, that whatever this other thing was is more valuable, it matters most, not you. You feel as though you've been shot, the emptiness filled with disappointment and shame at him and yourself for ever thinking he'd have chosen you. You step away, and move towards the door. He says your name, it sounds almost pitiful, and you are hesitant to glimpse at him. You're weak, at this point what do you have to lose. You both know the end.

So you turn, you face him once more. Now you are the one to observe him, watch the way his face scrunches at your expression, how his fists are clenched. His mouth agape as no words leave his mouth yet you see it in his eyes, how he pleads you to stay, begs you to forgive him. You wish to think it isn't how he said it was. Scaramouche always had a tongue that defied his thoughts. But you wanted to hear him say it was you. It never came. No words came. Nothing but silent mouthing, as though he was whispering to you, knowing that if he spoke his voice would break. 'I love you.' And you see the way his shoulders drop, his orbs following the slightest of movements you make. You can't find it in yourself to say the words back. You only gaze at him as though he was the worst man you had known, and he might've been. To your disdain, you didn't hate him at that moment, you pitied him, and you hated yourself for feeling sympathy for that man.

You left without a word said, but you both knew each other well enough to know what you both were thinking.

After that, everything was quiet. There was no more tension. You didn't bother asking the Archons or a deity for help. What good would it be to ask a higher being for help, does that not only prove how dire your situation is, how pathetic it is? You didn't need the Archons, you will adapt as you always do.

One day, everything became all the more quiet. And you realised how much comfort you took in his company. You were truly alone now. It's just you.

You stare blankly at his door. You sit against it like you have done a thousand times, and you pretend he is just working again.

—

Not once did you enter his room. You didn't want to know what he took, because you feel its empty space in your chest, and you didn't care for what he left because you felt it in the silence as you monitored the items he touched for any traces of him like an owl, never blinking.

You were once again at his door, knocking thrice and awaiting any sound to erupt from the room but you only had the peace of no noise return. And yet you hated it, you felt frustrated. To you it was never placid because you could hear your thoughts echoing throughout the rooms, his name tormenting you, following you. How could one forget him, with a face like that, a personality so annoying like that? And yet you loved it; you loved him.

The day he left the snow had already erased all footprints he might've left behind, you would think that maybe that's why you feel his ghost here constantly. But it's likely your delusions.

Today, you'd enter. You wanted to feel him. To remember what it was like to have him. You didn't wish to forget him. The numbing coldness of the metal on your palm became evermore permanent as your hand seemed to refuse to budge. What had he done to have put me in such a state? You think it's funny.

You turn the knob, and push the door open.

White. So much white. The glacial weather was near enough to numb you, but that was not why you stood paralysed. You felt tears twinkle in your vision, before departing and travelling down your cheeks.

Snow. It's all snow.

He had left the window open. God, he probably never left out the door.

You stayed still as you processed this. Your mouth agape as your eyes stayed glued onto the sight before you.

It always snows in Snezhnaya, so why was this so much more painful?

It's torturous. It's horrible. It's pure torment. Yet it is such a beautiful sight to you, it is home to you and you hate it.

Your eyes wander around to where all the snow particles have fled to: The bed he slept on, the cabinets, his desk. The desk he worked at.

You walk closer, you feel your feet dip into the snow. You study his table, only a match, a bottle of ink, and a letter. He left a doll next to it.

You spent the entire day there, cleaning the snow out, and you left everything else untouched as you shut yourself in there just as he had, reading the letter where he had written it and then, you cried. You cried till your weeps went mute. Your attempts to stop your tears continuously failed. You hate him. Every aspect of him. And you hated how well you knew him.

—

'My dear,

I know it's shameful of me to say goodbye like this. I don't want to see what face you make.

I'm going to Sumeru, I'm going to fulfil what I was meant to be. Then, I'll come for you.

I'll be stronger then, I'll protect you from everyone, so this time let me save you instead. Wait for me, I won't take long.

I love you. Next time I see you I'll seriously say it. Thank you and I'm sorry, for all that I caused you. I'll make sure to repent with the rest of my life.

(I hope you like the puppet. It was made for you.)

Yours Truly,

Scara.'

—

It seemed that the weather only grew colder day by day in Snezhnaya. You had developed a pretty steady routine which was unusual for your normal self and today was your special day, today you got to spend a day treating yourself to all things nice. You've worked hard this week after all.

So, you walked out to the hallway dressed and ready to go, hurrying past the guest room and putting your shoes on, wrapping yourself with a scarf as your gloves turned the knob of your door. You leaped out of the house excitedly, only to catch yourself on your foot as you found someone standing at the right of your door.

A beautiful face was what you were met with, you felt the air knock out of you as you stumbled back. You didn't spot how the man smirked at the sight of this, nor would you know the relief it gave him to see you still the same. "Did I frighten you?" He wanted to test the waters, just out of curiosity, just so maybe, maybe it's fine, maybe you're an exception.

"No- I mean, yes? You did. I'm sorry, who are you?" For a second his face dropped into a sour expression, but he returned himself to his previous composer. "You ought to be ashamed. To think you'd forget me after I told you to wait for me." His words were a whisper but despite their gentle tone their weight laid heavy on him.

"Pardon? I couldn't hear you…"

He resented himself for what he was going to say and he was internally cringing and god he hates you for having him say something so dumb, but if this was a sick joke maybe he should appease you.

"I'm just a wanderer, that's all. Sorry, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find the best goulash?"

"The best goulash in Snezhnaya?! That's a hard thing to decide… Well, there's a diner down far by the town's heart. I'm heading there so you could join me if you'd like?"

Kind-hearted as always. An idiot to the core. But so was he for thinking that you'd offer him, a stranger, your secret recipe. Yeah, he should've cherished it when he had it. It was good, really good, and your face was pretty too, stupidly pretty.

He studied your outfit. Layered and thick as always, a contrast to his. You had yourself packed warm but that wasn't what he was focused on, you had a messenger bag strapped across your chest, and off it he saw the puppet he gave you. It was his.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, pointing at it and ignoring your offer.

You found everything about this so-called wanderer odd. But when he asked about the puppet you had attached to your bag you couldn't quite recall when you got it. "I'm not sure… maybe it came with the bag? Sorry, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, nothing else. One thing though," You piped your head up, and he swallowed his pride. He didn't want to lie to you, even if you don't remember it now, he doesn't want to lie to you. But he never realised how much of a difficult thing to say it was, especially when you don't remember. Could he say he loves you, does he have the right anymore?

"Wanderer?"

"I… love you." He could feel that same heat that would always arise within him coming back once fourth. He tilted his ichimegasa down to hide his face, spitting out his next words quickly. "I'll be departing now!" This had been the first time that you knew that you saw him flustered, or that you've met him which made his words more absurd to you, but you felt almost flattered to be told that by someone so pretty. It was such a simplistic way of thinking. Then his words register once more, and you look at the chained puppet, unlocking it as you gaze at it. How alike they were.

How strange, how weird it was, the gaps in your memories, the guest room in your house, the puppet that looks like him, him acting so weird towards you, so casual.

You begin to wonder if this was really a mistake.

—

Despite the flustered emotions he first felt, he quickly let them pass, realising you'd simply think nothing more of him than him being some creep. Ha, to think he'd settle for such a thing so easily.

To think he'd settle for this so easily. What was he meant to do? What should he do? Tears welled within his eyes as he walked, and he hoped that even if the snow covers his trails it never erases what's already beneath.

He made a gigantic mistake. One he has to atone with the rest of his life. Unfortunately, it appears it isn't with you. He was ready to spend the next hundred years being pestered by you. But to be rid of that was an even worse punishment.

The wanderer won't tamper with your life. He wouldn't do such a thing to you. Despite his many wants to, his need to be with you, he won't. Because it is he himself who made himself land in such a position. Maybe rather than having shown up like that he should've recreated everything from the beginning, maybe then you would behave just as your stupid self normally would. Supplying him with warmth, dumb comments, annoyance, affection, care, humanity. Humanity. God, you had already made him a person long ago.

What should he do, what should a lost wanderer do when his home doesn't look at him the same. When those familiar eyes only return an unknowing look, a clueless, foreign stare?

How long does it take to rebuild a home, to rebuild the love you once carried for him?

The snow continues to seep into the room like sand filling up an hourglass. The doors knob has icicles on its insides and the inks long gone solid. All that remains is the opened envelope and the letter it contained, with stained tears. Another tightly sealed letter beside it.

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amanda-519 · 6 months

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Malevolent Favorite Character poll results

I meant to get this posted on the anniversary, but then my life got kinda crazy for a minute lol. Here it is now! The results of the “Malevolent Favorite Character” poll. Now we can see who is the fan favorite, wonder why a certain character got so many votes, be surprised that your favorite character doesn't have more votes, etc!

Note, that even though I’m posting the results, the poll is going to remain open indefinitely! Maybe I’ll post the results after another big milestone!

In total I got 281 responses, but none of the questions were required to submit, so some questions didn’t get the 281 responses. I’m put down when that’s not the case, and how many responses there were. Without further ado, here is the results!:

Who is your favorite character in Malevolent?

> Arthur: 106 votes (37.7%)

> John: 76 votes (27%)

> Kayne: 38 votes (17.1%)

> Collins: 12 (4.3%)

> Noel: 7 (2.5%)

> Oscar: 5 (1.8%)

> Parker: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Yellow: 3 votes (1.1%)

> Anna Stanzcyk: 3 votes (1.1%)

> The Cab Drivers: 3 votes (1.1%)

> The Lighthouse Keeper: 2 votes (0.7%)

> The King in Yellow: 2 votes (0.7%)

> Kellin: 2 votes (0.7%)

> Marie: 1 votes (0.4%)

> Larson: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Scratch: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Lily (animal): 1 vote (0.4%)

> Blinky: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “Are you really making me choose between John and Arthur right now?”: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “both John and Arthur (don’t make me choose)”: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “hard tie between arthur and john”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your favorite side character in Malevolent? (280 responses)

> Kayne: 113 votes (40.4%)

> Collins: 45 votes (16.1%)

> Noel: 31 votes (11.1%)

> Oscar: 29 (10.4%)

> Yellow: 17 (6.1%)

> Parker: 9 votes (3.2%)

> The King in Yellow: 7 votes (2.5%)

> The Trader: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Faroe: 6 votes (2.2%)

> Kellin: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Daniel: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Marie: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Scratch: 2 votes (0.7%)

> Larson: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Blinky: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your second favorite side character in Malevolent? (279 reponses)

> Collins: 54 votes (19.4%)

> Kayne: 51 votes (18.3%)

> Noel: 51 votes (18.3%)

> Oscar: 33 votes (11.8%)

> Yellow 19 votes (6.8%)

> The King in Yellow: 15 votes (5.4%)

> Marie: 12 votes (4.3%)

> Larson: 11 votes (4%)

> Faroe: 11 votes (3.6%)

> Parker: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Daniel: 6 votes (2.2%)

> Scratch: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Kellin: 2 votes (0.7%)

> The Trader: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Percy: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “Butcher”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your third favorite side character in Malevolent? (278 responses)

> Noel: 48 votes (17.3%)

> Collins: 36 votes (12.9%)

> Oscar: 35 votes (12.6%)

> Kayne: 27 votes (9.7%)

> Yellow: 26 votes (9.4%)

> Kellin: 17 votes (6.1%)

> Larson: 14 votes (5%)

> Parker: 14 votes (5%)

> Marie: 12 votes (4.3%)

> Scratch: 11 votes (4%)

> The King in Yellow: 10 votes (3.6%)

> Daniel: 9 votes (3.3%)

> Faroe: 9 votes (3.3%)

> The Trader: 9 votes (3.3%)

> Percy: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your favorite minor character in Malevolent?

> Lily (animal): 54 votes (19.2%)

> The Cab Drivers: 27 (9.6%)

> Anna Stanzcyk: 26 votes (9.3%)

> The Canna: 24 votes (8.5%)

> Bella: 24 votes (8.5%)

> The Lighthouse Keeper: 18 votes (6.4%)

> Lily (nurse): 16 votes (5.7%)

> Blinky: 13 votes (4.6%)

> Wraith: 10 votes (3.6%)

> Adam Fry: 8 votes (2.8%)

> Uncle: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Rafters: 6 votes (2.2%)

> Shub-niggurath: 6 votes (2.2%)

> The Three Soldiers: 6 votes (2.2%)

> Mathew: 5 votes (1.8%)

> Henry: 5 votes (1.8%)

> Eddie: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Frank: 4 votes (1.4%)

> The Vanguard: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Amanda/Sarah: 3 votes (1.1%)

> Michael Fuast: 3 votes (1.1%)

> Armitage: 3 votes (1.1%)

> James: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Scratch: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Kellin: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “[spoiler character]”: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “woman on the train who gets offended at Arthur talking to himself”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your second favorite minor character in Malevolent? (277 responses)

> Lily (animal): 30 votes (10.8%)

> The Lighthouse Keeper: 22 votes (7.9%)

> The Canna: 23 votes (8.3%)

> The Cab Drivers: 21 votes (7.6%)

> Wraith: 17 votes (6.1%)

> Blinky: 16 votes (5.8%)

> Bella: 16 votes (5.8%)

> The Three Soldiers: 13 votes (4.7%)

> Uncle: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Rafters: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Frank: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Amanda/Sarah: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Anna Stanzcyk: 11 votes (4%)

> Lily (nurse): 8 votes (2.9%)

> Adam Fry: 8 votes (2.9%)

> The Vanguard: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Michael Fuast: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Shub-niggurath: 9 votes (3.3%)

> Mathew: 5 votes (1.8%)

> Armitage: 4 votes (1.5%)

> Eddie: 4 votes (1.5%)

> Henry: 3 votes (1.1%) > James: 2 vote (0.4%)

> “I was honestly a massive fan of Faroe from the morsels we were fed of how she was/acted”: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “WHERE IS KELLIN”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your third favorite minor character in Malevolent? (270 responses)

> The Cab Drivers: 26 votes (9.6%)

> The Canna: 24 votes (8.9%)

> Lily (animal): 23 votes (8.5%)

> The Lighthouse Keeper: 22 (8.1%)

> Wraith: 20 votes (7.4%)

> Blinky: 18 votes (6.3%)

> Bella: 14 votes (5.2%)

> The Three Soldiers: 14 votes (5.2%)

> Lily (nurse): 14 votes (5.2%)

> Shub-niggurath: 13 votes (4.9%)

> Anna Stanzcyk: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Amanda/Sarah: 9 votes (3.3%)

> The Vanguard: 8 votes (3%)

> Uncle: 7 votes (2.6%)

> Henry: 7 votes (2.6%)

> Rafters: 6 votes (2.2%)

> James: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Armitage: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Michael Fuast: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Frank: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Adam Fry: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Mathew: 4 votes (1.5%)

> Eddie: 3 votes (1.1%)

> “The woman behind Scratch/Lilith”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Did I miss any characters that you adore? Let me know!

(This is a “write your own answer” question. If I included your answer, and you don’t want it to be shared, please let me know and I’ll remove it!)

> “Henry McFarland as well as the 3 soldiers. But that's mostly CoC games tbh.” (This was before I put the three soldiers as an answer)

> “Seymore Chapman (The man that Marie was supposed to have dinner with is in CoC Game 1 and is a delight!)” (I didn’t include characters that were only in the CoC games, as I haven’t watched any of them, and this is a Malevolent character poll)

> “The butler who answers the phone when the butcher calls Larson.”

> “The Trader (tho i dont adore him but i know folks who do)” (The Trader is in the poll)

> “The Gug” (I forgot about this guy)

> “FAROE MY BELOVED” (Faroe is in the poll)

> “Butcher.” (The Butcher is in the poll)

> “yes” (....wanna share?)

> “Nope!” (thanks for letting me know)

> “Lorrik!” (I’m going to be honest, I recognize this name but I have no idea who this is. I’m guessing a character that’s from the CoC games that got briefly name dropped) > “I couldn't select her but shout out to Marie, not my favorite but I would both kill and die fore that woman.” (Marie is in the poll)

> “nah”

> “N/A.”

> “Nah you're chill”

> “Grand vizierrrr” (I literally forgot this guy. Like he should have been in the minor character section, but I completely forgot he existed. Sorry Vizier.”

> “the dice rolls in season 1 are a character to me <3”

> “The Trader! Out of all the minor characters, he is probably the most memorable to me. Also the Forest, idk if that counts as a character, but yeah!” (The Trader is in the poll. The Forest is more of a location than a character to me)

> “Not one character in particular, but John and Arthur's dynamic is amazing! Also Kayne.”

> “KELLAN. KELEN. WHERE IS HE” (Kellin is in the poll)

> “No”

> “shoutout to the Forest i think of it often”

> “Butcher enjoyers unite” (The Butcher is in the poll)

> “That lady on the train who was offended when Arthur was “talking to himself”” (Unfortunately, if a character isn’t named they completely fall out of my mind)

> “I like Roland Cummings, but not more than selected choices.” (Not really a character to me? At least no in Malevolent)

> “roland cummings u will always be so dear to me”

> “the one secretary that sounds like jimmy stewart in s4 bless him”

> “marie” (Marie is in the poll)

Total number of times someone suggested someone that was already in the poll: 8

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Now this question is purely for me, but who do you like better, John or Arthur? (277 responses)

> I literally can't decide. This question is killing me I love both of them SO MUCH.They're equal to me. Linked. I can't pick one without the other. Do Not Separate: 126 votes (45.5%)

> Arthur: 84 votes (30.3%)

> John: 67 votes (24.2%)

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Any thoughts or feedback on the quiz? Idk, ramble or rant to me! Why do you like your fav characters? Do you agree with a character's placement in the "side" or "minor" section?

(This question got 59 responses. To save my time and yours, I’m only including ones I find interesting, or were long enough that I felt like I should include. Many of them were just thanking me for making the quiz. If I posted your response and you don’t want it to be public, please let me know and I’ll get rid of it)

> “I feel like I've done arthur a disservice! I rly rly like him, but I like john juuuuuust a little more! But it's SO hard to not pick arthur!”

> “Thank you for including the objectively best character, blinky”

> “I would have categorized the trader, Percy, and all characters who have been dead since the beginning as minor” (I didn’t share my process for listing the characters in each category, so let me share. But I had two soft requirements for listing a character as “side” instead of “minor”, the first was if they appeared in more than 1 episode, and do they have any speaking lines? If the answer is yes to 1, then they’re usually a side character, if yes to both then they’re definitely a side character.

There’s also a big * on how important they are to the personal story of the characters. This is why Faroe is a side character, even though she doesn’t have speaking lines. She’s so important to Arthur, and she literally haunts the narrative, that I can’t really consider her a minor character.

Percy was going to be a minor character, until he showed up again in another episode.

> “KELLIN! KELLIN MY BELOVED KELLIN MY BELOVED GAS MASK MAN. also, i love rafters theyre so special to me. they were in ONE EPISODE AND I LOVE THEM SO. ASLO KAYNE IS SO SO SILLY WHAT A GUY. Also, Oscar ranks higher than Noel only because I adore the premise of him. What A GUY real.”

> “Honestly great quiz because it let me think about how I would rank my favorite Malevolent blorbos and why I love all of them. Admittedly I love Parker but I'm not sure if he's more minor or side character. I mean he definitely haunts the narrative but he doesn't actually. Appear. Faroe at least giggles a little in dreams/flashbacks. I still love him so much though because of the thoughts and lore I completely made up about him. Anyway I love Anna Stanczyk because of her strange and off-putting family. In a way she is kind of like Antigone from Antigone.”

> Oh my God. I have so many thoughts and feelings on all of the characters. I'll just detail some of them here:

For Arthur (who I picked as my favorite): He's INCREDIBLY complex. I fucking love how morally grey he is. That scene where he was talking to Kayne about why he was able to survive opening John's book is truer every day-- he is one of the most human characters I've ever heard in fiction. His deep love and trauma and obvious guilt over Faroe's death, how you can tell through every single interaction he has with Larson that he still feels the deepest self hatred over what he inadvertently did to his child. HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH LARSON TOO LIKE OUGH the way you can tell he sees himself as Larson in a way, that every time he talks about or fights with him is a direct line to him fighting with himself and the piece that is still mourning Faroe every day. The scene in ep 40 pt 2 where he calls Larson a childkiller that doesn't deserve to live? Arthur, baby, you're talking to yourself.

His desperation every time someone he loves is in danger/dying or dead/is gone. You can tell this man wants the people around him, the people he loves, to be safe for once in his goddamned life, and every single moment it feels like he's just a curse to everyone around him. His parents killed themselves, his wife never loved him and died alone, his daughter drowned, his step-parent estranged, his friends left, his saving grace/partner/best friend strangled by his own hands, John being ripped away from him, then 'forgetting everything' (being replaced by Yellow), forgetting Oscar, Noel getting shot and vanished, even the Butcher was killed. At this point, Daniel, Marie, John, and Kayne are the only people in his life who he still has some connection with. There's probably points when he feels like it's just better for him to be alone entirely, to stop even trying to reach out because he'll just end up being stupid and getting them hurt.

But then he can also be so so so selfish sometimes!! He's incredibly focused on how things affect him, and while he's definitely (imo) gotten a little less self-interested over the seasons, this boy is not constantly helpful!! He's petty and scrappy and rude and brash and dangerously confident and so self-centered it makes me feel sick sometimes. just look at his interactions with Yellow-- the fact that Yellow did want to grow, showed interest in philosophy and poetry and individualism-- and Arthur pushed it aside because he couldn't see past his hurt and anger and pettiness. And the fact that he feels regret and remorse for this!! Like oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh!!

I have so much more to say about him honestly-- I love when we see him caring about stuff like simply wanting some fruit or a haircut. It really brings the situation back down to Earth and reaffirms the fact that he's just a human being. A stubborn, resilient human being, who completely embodies that tumblr post that went along the lines of 'how do i know i'm not immortal-- I mean, I haven't died yet.', but still a human. I love how he can be badass one moment and then completely lose his confidence the next. I love the fact that he's 'soft' (piano, poetry, his sounds of terror and pain) and 'tough' (his mental and physical reslience/strength, his aforementioned moments of badassery, his arguments with John and Yellow, his wits during high intensity moments). Overall he's just my favorite. I'm fighting Kayne tooth and nail for the position of arthur's #1 fangirl.

For Noel (my favorite side character): it's mainly his accent. like ohhhh my gosh he called the waitress 'doll'?? I Need Him. it's also his awesome ass backstory and the fact that he's THE MOST REASONABLE PERSON IN THIS ENTIRE PODCAST. his reaction to finding out John was the KIY was so sweet and perfect. i actually adore him for having common sense and critical thinking skills. he's such a king. charlie you will always be my favorite i love you so so so much.

For Kayne (my second fav): I FUCKING ADORE HIS CHARACTER SO MUCH!!! he's like a twisted sort of comic relief. it might just be that i'm the world's biggest will wood fan and he reminds me of Will Wood (if Will Wood was a malevolent god capable of murdering thousands) to the nth degree. i love his fucked up little cackle, it makes me smile every time i hear it and i don't know why. he fucking TORE into Larson in one of the best scenes in that entire episode. larson is such an intriguing side character (but dw i wont go into him rn) and kayne being a god that he so obviously was into and who just SHUT HIM TF DOWN was so so so satisfying. i love the fact that he has such delight in killing. like if i could explode people's heads and shatter their eyeballs without consequence you can bet your ass i would.

i love that he treats arthur and john like his soap opera. the scene in ep 28 when he's just sitting there munching on, like, a bag of Lays or smth and watching arthur almost bleed out? FUCKING PHENOMENAL applause all around what a king. i just love his line delivery altogether in that scene. the 'little english rose' comment. his goofy 'CANARY!! IN A COAL MINE?!'. his jab about arthur and john's standing lunch date. his little 'steady hand...' when john was sewing up arthur. 'utmost respect for surgeons, continue!!' HES SO FUNNY AUGHHHHHHH I LOVE HIMMMM. i'd let him explode my head tbh ugh he's just brilliant.

third favorite side character-- the butcher: once again i just love his utter delight in murder. this man kills for a living and he ADORES it. you heard him belting in ep 40!! singing his heart out and shooting alien thingies ^^ he most definitely had issues (cough cough 'daddy should've taught you how to tie a better knot boyo scene cough cough) but he was so fun!! i also adore that he's Basically Arthur. like hes so clever and excited abt his work and equally as resilient!! ughhhhhh.

alr i'm getting really tired it's twelve am and i've been writing for half an hour but i have so much more to say on all of these points that i just cannot. just know that i am obsessed with every single character in this podcast ever and i have thoughts about all of them that go mach 5 in my brain at all times so trying to capture them down cohesively on paper Isn't Gonna Work. love you gn.

(This is one of my favorite responses. Thank you so much for writing this <3)

> “Love Kayne he's so unique and fun even though his appearances don't last long they're always unforgettable! Oscar is great because he is gentle and kind while also being tough as nails and loyal to Arthur, he's got so much going on, and Yellow is a tragic figure who makes me so sad. Oscar, too. Arthur's also a fave but I like Kayne and Oscar best.”

> “I’m 10,000,00% confused as to how the hell-disco not a single person has mentioned what a absolute shithead W*llace L*rson isand how SO MANY of you just TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE HES SOME UWU SWEETHEART

CAn you seriously FUCKIGN LOOK AT ME and tell me he isnt the most BLATANT INSULT TO HUMANITY THAT THE WORLD HAS EVER HAS THE DISPLEASURE OF BIRTHING?

Look I know he's Southern or whatever but I can't fucking stand W*llace L*rson.

Why does he think he's so fucking special? Because he's elderly?

Fucking asshole has done nothing but sit around and be a god damned capitalist and for WHAT?

what makes him think he can go around acting all smug and haughty because he what- slept with a god???

I bet the God didn't even like it

I bet that God was so thoroughly disappointed it had to go to fucking therapy after.

I bet that god immediately left the room in DISGUST and SHAME.

See that sick ass wolf over there??? thats me. coming for larson. He better be scared

I can't believe there are actual FANS of L*rson out there

that bastardization of a man is the epitome of grease and black mold.

no wait no that's not it because at least black mold doesn't ACTIVELY try and kill children it just sits around and HAPPENS to kill a child-

like Arthur.

L*rson is a thousand times worse than that

L*rson isn't black mold he's a fucking mangey-ass coyote that thinks it's big shit just because it has a shiny rock and some coins up its ass.

His daughter deserved better and i WISH arthur was able to break 98% of L*rsons bones.

“Oh but arthur shouldnt project his issues onto other-”

FUCK THAT LOGIC

it would be ONE thing if arthur WASNT MY BABYGIRL but he fucking is and I need him to go apeshit on the fleshsuit imposter that is the vague form of a homosapien.

fuck W*llace L*rson and everything he's ever fucking done with his pathetic extended life warrantee

The only GOOD THING going for him is hes not homophobic cause how could be have you HEARD him talk?

If I was able to manifest all my disdain for that country bastard into a cure for covid-19 I’d also cure cancer. And dementia. Cancer and dimentia are very serious and horrible moreso than L*rson ill admit it

It’s astounding how much his cocky attitude replaces my brain cells with uncooked lima beans.

“Oh teehee lets infiltrate a cult of rich fucks and take it over haha how sexy of me”

yeah no. it fucking aint.

“Oh Imma be so cool and villanious and plan a whole nerd ass monologue about how my long time crush arthur lester should join me on the dark side”

get FUCKED l*rson

you dont get to say SHIT i hope you baked a fucking red velvet cake and carefully iced it after giddily waiting for it to cool in the fridge only for arthur to IGNORE YOUR ASS.

And don't get me started on him being a goddamned furry as if being a capitalist wasn't enough.

Why do you have a big buff anthro wholesome sweetiepie cow-boy walking around huh?

HUH?

I can't even begin to describe how HORRIFICALLY SUS THAT IS. WHAT DOES HE NEED A BARA FURRY FOR?

(for you uncultured freaks a BARA is a BIG BEEFCAKE OF A MAN)

Actually no cause all the fucking entites he collects like pokemon are ALL sus L*RSON YOU FREAK OF NATURE what human men arent enough for you?????

Invisible tentacle hivemind loving mistake thats WHAT YOU ARE.

Anyway fuck this shit. Im going to listen to coda AND part 40 where there is an ACTUAL loveable villain

because NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY CLASS OR TASTE.

THE REAL BABYGIRL SEXYMAN IS KAYNE AND YALL ARE SLEEPING ON HIM.

> “Be meaner- don't give an option for "can't choose between arthur and john", just force people to choose :)” (I actually thought of this, but I choose mercy <3 maybe next time I won’t)

> “Idk I just love bastards and I think Arthur is the most unhinged of them all, bc John has the excuse that he was part of a god of madness but Arthur isn't only Just Built like That™ he just choses to go apeshit sometimes and I think that's iconic of him <3 (i do also love john babygirl of my heart) I am just glad Oscar got out of it alive tbh I had very VERY low expectations for his survival NOEL IS KAYKING IN SPAIN WITH TIM STOKER AND DENILE IS JUST A RIVER IN EGYPT butcher,, you were the goodest boy you could be for the last 40 min of ur life amd even so I love the bastard that u were rip (& in pieces [literally]) The taxi drivers is bc I think we need more outsider Pov fanfics and I believe they are such an intresting way to tackle it!!! The vanguard just fucks in general & as a concept and i love it v much Lily,, Lily save us save us from the upcoming divorce era Lily,,,, (magnificent beast love u so much i am so very sad our aquaintamce was so short queen 😔)”

> “just want to say the Arthur or John 3rd answer is perfect. they are like two cats at the animal shelter that cannot be adopted separately”

> “i want arthur and john to beat the shit out of kayne”

> “im just saying my votes for henry and frank are HEAVILY influenced by the CoC campaign and the acting that the lads did in that game. in malpod theyre kinda whatever but in CoC theyre stellar!”

> “HIS NAME is Antoine not the lighthouse keeper” (no, no. I’m talking about the French one Arthur and John met. Antoine was a lighthouse keeper who came before the French guy. I thought about adding “The French Lighthouse Keeper” but I assumed people would know who I was talking about lol)

> “Yes i like bella, yes she has like no lines, nothing comes between me and my aromantic queen #BellaDeservedBetterAndMaybeaDivorce #CurseTheTimePeriodSheLivedIn”

> “elaborating on my “i can’t pick a fav” choice: imo what makes them SO GOOD is how they play off each other. Like the reason i love both of them is because of their relationship with the other. When there’s a scene without one of them, i still like it, but because there’s that ABSENCE of the other that’s always adressed. So it’s like they’re still there in a way. I cannot pick just one yeah. You phrased it well! Linked”

> “I literally just love how John and Arthur are both spiteful bitches. That’s all”

> “Choosing between Arthurt and John was, as expected, difficult. I guess I enjoy John more as a character, but in a way relate more to Arthur. I really love John's struggles with figuring humanity out, though. Me too, buddy. Me too.”

> “This was very cute!!! I forgot about half the people in the minor and side section but you did a great job at including literally everyone. Also shout out to the cab drivers hearing Arthur have a one sided conversation about batshit things” (LOVE the cab drivers)

> “For a minor character you should add the bread Arthur ate. It is canonically, the most important character, trust me bro.”

> “ am foaming at the mouth I love this podcast and all the characters so much. Even the characters who I absolutely despise (cough Larson cough) are so incredibly well written , it amazes me. Thank you for making this, I’ll be super interested to hear the results!”

> “The fact that i cant pick to fav main characters is homophobic to me specifically. How DARE YOU make me puck between my boys /j” (I mean, you could chose Arthur/John as your fav character, and then pick the other one in the “Arthur or John” question???) > “My only comment is that I’ve never seen ‘Adam Fry’ as a separate side character from the KIY.

Maybe the fandom wiki interprets them as separate? But from my perspective, it was always just the KIY using a different name and being purposefully manipulative or showing a falsified hallucination / vision that’s still just an extension of his own power. Adam Fry and the KIY aren’t different characters, it’s the same creature. Just another example of what the KIY can do, and- since you encouraged rambles here, lol- that’s part of the reason I picked him for my favorite side character.

He was a very threatening, ominous force in season 1-2 as the main villain, and I lowkey miss that a lot. Kayne’s entertaining, yes, but he’s also a powerful.. guy. Dude. Creature? That chooses to show himself as human. It’s a trope I’ve seen done a million times before. Powerful, quirky, insane murderer man like The Joker with god powers attached and no shoes for flavor. Meanwhile KIY always felt more Eldritch, animalistic, terrifying and unique to the podcast. He had a lot of ways to influence the world, and others that were very fun to witness like tearing holes and sicking creatures AND people after Arthur. The interesting decision to leave him alive in beginning of Season three, and I’m especially missing the whole, ‘you call it madness but I call it love,’ musical notes that came on random radios. He’s also the (non consenting) reason that John exists at all. I think it’s interesting how we learn about the KIY indirectly through his fragments, and through John’s struggles with who he was, and I’m kind of sad he’s basically gone as a force with only “eh my lost fragment doesn’t fit anymore ✌️ who cares bye” to show for it. Especially after what he did to Noel, and the continued ways he could be present in the story. All in all, just kind of an underrated character to me. My meow meow.” (Idk, about the wiki, the only wiki I read is my own brain, and my brain separates Adam Fry and the King because Adam Fry was named lol. If he didn’t give a name he would not be in this poll lol)

> “Trader likers stay winning”

> “kayne at his core...is a shit stirrer and a freak and I, quite frankly, am obsessed with him <3”

> “this was swag thank you for including lily (animal) and blinky. unproblematic faves” (lol I had to include Lily!! I love her! And Jo herself told me to include Blinky, so I had too)

> “if the "jon or arthur" question isn't 50/50 people are gonna throw a riot lol. (.... I kinda want arthur to win >:3 )” (Welp, time to throw a riot)

> “Ngl, doing this quiz made me realize I have to relisten to Malevolent from the beginning because I completely forgot who half of these characters were. 😭 It was also surprisingly hard to chose a favorite character. I liked a whole bunch of side characters and minor characters, but choosing my favorite was…kinda difficult? Idk, I chose Arthur because I can’t help but like this disastrous wet cat man, but I’m not sure I have a favorite.”

> “I” (Nothing else, just “I”, I thought this was hilarious so I included it)

> “I've only recently gotten into this podcast, but as I was describing what I like about Malevolent to my friend, I said that one of my fav characters was "the invisible hands of fate" ie the meta knowledge of show format and the way it has so many ramifications for choice, autonomy, fate etc in Malevolent verse. Anyway, I only like Arthur slightly (very slightly!) more than John, but this is the reason why he ultimately ranks highest for me.” (unfortunately, "the invisible hands of fate" don’t have a speaking role nor a name, so I forgot to include them in this poll)

> “I just love Kayne so much he’s so so silly and babygirl. I really want to edit all of his scenes together and make an animatic of it but whether I’ll ever have the time and motivation to do so remains to be seen. Have a wonderful day <33”

> “My all time favorite is Oscar, I was devastated when John convinced Arthur to cut him off 😭 I love me an unhealthy devotion 💜💜😅💜”

> “john John joohhnn :33 Hes my baby... i like this quiz and im glad i can give my girl anna some acknowledgment”

> “I wish I had thoughts that I could form together about Yellow other than 'HHHRRRSHSHHSHRSHJJJSHJJ' but, y'know. He's my favorite :] (perhaps you can tell because he's the only character I draw /lh) Which. Might be because I see myself in him a little but oh well”

> “GSHAUJRKTGWEYHSRGYHUJEGDHLBGERHSDGBVHKLRGBVHDSKBV”

> “(Prepare for a short rant lmao) I feel like Yellow is such a tragic character. He was never given the chance to develop into a better version of himself. Like, I love Arthur, don’t get me wrong, but the way he treated Yellow was FOUL. I understand why he treated him like he did, but he failed to remeber that John had a chance to better himself, he had time with Arthur to learn about the complexities of morals and humanity and how those two things intertwine and/or contradict. Hell, John had time with himself to think about his actions! Yellow was forcibly torn from the King in Yellow, expected to fit into Arthur’s version of what that fragment should be, and immediately treated with disdain when he couldn’t live up to that image. Anways, this is getting long now lmao. Thanks for reading if you got this far x”

> “Thanks for adding the cab drivers, they really do deserve our love” (They do! And Arthur’s money!)

> “100% in ordinately fond of Eddie. rip king you showed up for five minutes, threatened to kill a man who wouldn't let you in his apartment, is most well known for saying 'motherfucker', and has the most troubling CoC implications” (I am now very curious about the CoC implications Eddie has…..)

> “I love the butcher SM, he is so AUGH. HE IS SO. The music, the language the poetry the morals and motivation the music talk, his whole episode VXTIDRHSHFSRHSRUSUTDTUSUZR.”

> “I need a fourth option for favorite side character. It was hell picking between The Butcher and Yellew for the spot of 3rd favorite.” (Nope! Only three! You HAVE to pick >:D)

> “aghhhh i love john out of the two of them because he's my character that i project onto and whatever (he is SO trans and autistic coded and their relationship is so qpr to me i love it) but they are also a set. like. i love them together. do not separate.”

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The Final Results:

> Favorite character: Arthur, 106 votes

> Favorite side character: Kayne, 113 votes

> Second favorite side character: Collins/The Butcher, 54 votes

> Third favorite side character: Noel, 48 votes

> Favorite minor character: Lily (animal), 54 votes

> Second favorite minor character: Lily (animal), 30 votes

> Third favorite minor character: The Cab Drivers: 26 votes

Fun fact, but Collins, Kayne, and Noel have been battling for “Second favorite side character” for awhile now (as of writing, Kayne and Noel are both tied for second with 51 votes each). I do updates of the responses on discord every 100 votes, and most of the time the results stay the same, but Collins, Kayne, and Noel have been battling. I’m sure it wouldn’t be long until Kayne or Noel take first place for themselves.

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent kayne #malevolent john #malevolent arthur #kayne malevolent

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dreamofjoys · 2 years

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Note: minor 3.3 archon spoilers

I know there’s a lot of people who are hating on how

1. Scaramouche’s vision is anemo instead of electro

2. Scaramouche’s new outfit design (or rather it’s different from the usual red)

Personally, I feel that it’s better for Scaramouche to have anemo since he gained it after helping traveler to defeat the god machine. To him, the anemo vision probably made him feel worthy since he earned it by himself. Just look at the way he holds his vision T-T HE LOOKS HAPPY ABOUT IT AWWW ( maybe a lil bad at expressing it )if he had an electro vision, he would probably hate it since it reminds him of raiden.

Also the blue makes him look calmer……

#genshin spoilers #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact spoilers #genshin impact #genshin scara

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pizzapasta23045 · 2 years

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I haven’t seen many people talk about the effect that 3.2/3.3 has had on Kaeya’s lore and, generally, the Alberich’s mission in general.

In the letter during the Hidden Strife event, we find out that, and I quote, “This [holding onto papers about the Alberich] was in violation of our principles. Our clan's affairs should never be recorded”. Now, they are an intelligence network of sorts, so that makes sense.

Thing is, it’s pretty heavily foreshadowed at this point that Irminsul was in Khaenri’ah or at least has something to do with Kaenri’ah. (Because Khaenri’ah’s an undergound nation, Irminsul is somewhere in the core of the Earth and the last king of Khaenri’ah is litterally called Irmin and has a lot of similarities to Odin, who hung from a tree to get all the world’s knowledge)

Let’s say that you KNEW that everything around you is an illusion, that your memory is not relayble and that things can be changed with very little effort. Woudn’t you be extremely cautious about every single instance your name appears in historical records, especially if you’re fighting against the heavens.

That is why I think the Alberich are aware of Irminsul and the changes to history.

Now...

The leaks. (Minor spoiler warning)

Kaeya may get a skin alongside Klee, at least according to speculations. And Klee's skin is either explained as Halloween themed or farytale themed.

And we all know that farytales are one of the few ways one can retain information despite changes in Irminsul. Meaning we may get some more information on the Alberich clan and their mission.

It's quite the stretch but whatever. Copium is strong rn, and Kaeya's been weirdly relevant these past few updates so I'll hope.

#genshin impact #kaeya alberich #alberich clan #textpost

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Minor Dottore 3.3 Spoilers

We're a week out from everything dropping, but I'm placing this below the cut, just to protect the innocent...

So, uh, are we going to talk about how Dottore had what seems to be a cloaking device in the Interlude Chapter? We've had the introduction of listening and tracking devices in 3.2, but a cloaking device? And he had it 400+ years ago? What kind of khaenri'ahian bullshit did Pierro hook him up with?

But to be serious....

It actually explains what happens in the Manga and sets up the possibility on Dottore being Eroch. It also sets up the possibility that anyone we encounter may not be who they say they are. If Dottore uses one, then it's likely the other Harbingers or other members of the Fatui employ them when needed.

Shit just got way more interesting.

#dottore genshin #il dottore #pierro #pierro genshin #the jester genshin #the doctor genshin #the fatui #the fatui harbingers #genshin impact #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin theory #genshin impact theory

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renyen808 · 1 year

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A Week Later, I Cannot Stop Thinking About…

Hey everyone! Let’s talk about the newest movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU): Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, directed by James Gunn. I’ll let you know when I get to the spoiler section of my post.

(Credit: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 Wikipedia Page)

Ever since Avengers Endgame, I don’t think I cried as much in another movie besides this one. Maybe Black Panther last November, but there were only certain places that brought me to tears. From beginning to end, this movie sent me on a roller coaster of laughter and (or with) tears.

I do agree that this film is more on the emotionally intense side, with the animal abuse situations and the dark themes shown throughout the movie, but I enjoyed the film nonetheless. Just note, if you have not watched the film yet, be prepared for scenes of animal abuse and very minor gore (Some may disagree with the gore, but it caught me off guard).

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I loved every scene, and although I had issues with the pacing at first, I enjoyed this movie from beginning to end. From the get go, this movie draws the viewers in and doesn’t let go until the very end, showing that this is indeed the last ride. Guardians Vol. 1 stole the hearts of audiences with its infectious chemistry, engaging story, and loveable characters, but fell short when it came to the villain (love Lee Pace though). Guardians Vol. 2 upped the ante and gave us a fantastic villain, built off the already amazing chemistry, gave us many laughs, and showed to not only meet, but surpassed its predecessor in terms of likeability and quality. Vol. 3 builds off of what 2 established and gave us the ending that not only the Guardians, but that we deserve.

When it comes to movie reviews, I rate things on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the absolute best, and 1 being the absolute worst. I don’t do 1 to 5 because I am afraid I will do some dumb rating like 3.3 out of 5. So, for consistency, I will only use whole numbers to rate things.

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For me, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 gets a 9 out of 10. Although there were some criticisms and pacing issues, this film showcases why we all love the MCU to begin with. I cannot gush enough about this movie. Gunn’s direction and writing is perfect for this final ride, choosing to subvert expectations and take viewers on what looked to be a predictable journey, but instead gave us a story we didn’t think we needed. The seasoned actors performed at the top of their game, and invited new characters with open arms. So, now I am going to go in depth with the movie, basically a summary of what happened, which means the SPOILER WARNING is now in effect! I will have a border for the next section, and will have spacing so that people who don’t want to see it have the choice to not. With that, it is the end of my review! If this is where you are leaving us, thank you for taking the time to read my post! If you enjoyed reading it, share it with a friend who may also like it as well. Comments are always welcome, but keep it nice. Everyone is entitled to their opinions and shouldn’t be attacked because of them. If you want to hear audio versions of these articles, you can find them on my YouTube channel ‘Screen and Joystick’. Thank you for reading! See you in the next post!

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

Hello to everyone who has read this far! So here is a quick rundown on how the spoiler section will go. If you’re familiar with the Dead Meat Channel, for movie review podcast episodes, they go over a quick summary of the movie and share their thoughts along the way. This will be similar to that, where I will go through each section of the movie and share my thoughts and insights.

So, the movie starts with baby raccoons (trash pandas) all in a cage, and immediately I’m in the feels. I mean, it’s a bunch of baby animals in a cage. Innocent animals. When the cage is opened, the babies scatter, but one looks on to the being with curiosity. This curious one is our beloved Rocket.

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Before we move on, I need to commend Bradley Cooper for the amazing voice acting and Sean Gunn for the amazing motion capture for Rocket. He CARRIES this movie, and although people may think that StarLord or Gamora are the main protagonists, Rocket is the main protagonist and this is proven in this movie. It’s Rocket’s world and we’re just living in it.

We cut to the present day, where Rocket is sitting on Knowhere, minding his own business. Then, the opening credits play with Radiohead’s Creep as he walks throughout Knowehere. Although at first, I was a bit disappointed by the lack of action during this part, I have grown quite fond of why Gunn chose to do it this way. In Vol 1, we see Quill dancing to Redbone’s Come and Get Your Love, an iconic scene where he is dancing on Morag trying to get the Orb, and also where a 2023 Rhodey proceeds to call him an idiot for dancing and singing. In Vol 2, we follow Baby Groot as he dances to Electric Night Orchestra’s Mr. Blue Sky as the other Guardians fight off an Abilisk, which is the weird tentacle monster thing. Each Guardian interacts or ends up in frame with Groot as he dances, but it is cut short when Drac is thrown into the speaker, ending the song and dance abruptly. In the Holiday Special, a band, played by the Old 97’s, in Knowhere sings an original song titled I Don’t Know What Christmas Is (But Christmastime is Here). Although the people of Knowhere don’t dance, Groot excitedly dances in the background. Here, no one is dancing. We follow Rocket as he is walking around Knowhere, where he passes by all the Guardians at one point or another. It ends with Nebula carrying a passed out Quill walking with the other Guardians in slow motion and the title card appears. With this, it establishes the solemn tone that is prominent throughout the whole movie, and it also establishes the fact that this is Rocket’s story. Rocket then retires to his room as Nebula puts a drunk Quill to bed. Kraglin is trying to use the arrow and Cosmo shows him up with her telekinesis, which ends with Kraglin calling her a ‘bad dog’. Everything seems calm at first, but then, shit hits the fan when Adam shows up.

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We were teased about Adam Warlock in the post credit scene to Vol 2. He was currently being created in his cocoon. We were just given his first name, so we all knew who it was: Adam Warlock. It was rumored that he was going to play a big role in Infinity War and Endgame, but, as we all know, that didn’t happen. So, Gunn had Adam all set up, and he wasn’t used for the one thing Kevin Fiege asked him for. So, here we are now, where we meet Adam Warlock in the MCU for the first time and I really enjoyed what Gunn and Will Poulter did with him. Although people just saw him as a man child, that’s exactly the point. I get that Adam is supposed to be this strong, all powerful character, but he is just a baby here, a child even, so I forgive him for being the way that he is.

So, Adam Warlock breaks through the wall of Rocket’s room and attacks him. Rocket initially gets away and Nebula begins attacking Adam with her new arm and Groot tries to fight him as well, but in the scuffle, Rocket is fatally wounded, and they cannot revive him due to an internal kill switch placed in Rocket by his creator, the High Evolutionary. They find out that the company that sponsors him, Orgocorp, made the code for the kill switch, so they leave Knowhere, leaving Cosmo and Kraglin in charge, and travel to Orgocorp on the Bowie.

Now, this is the start when I thought the pacing was a bit slow for me. During this part, we have a funny scene involving Quill, Mantis, and Drax talking about humans and life on Earth as they infiltrate the shields of Orgocorp. They are then boarded by the Ravagers, led by Gamora, who was Nebula’s contact. Quill is initially upset about Nebula hiding the fact that she kept in contact with her sister and chose to not tell him. They figure out that they need to get into the planet and retrieve Rocket’s old file, since it must have a reverse to the kill switch. Quill, Mantis, Drax, Nebula, and Gamora leave the Bowie in these suits that reminded me more of Among Us than 2001: A Space Odyssey. Once they made it to the planet, there is this tiny spot where Quill and Gamora talk, and she calls him Quinn. There is another joke where Mantis and Drax discuss the private channels as Nebula creates an opening.

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They make it inside and this is just James Gunn cameo central. First, the main woman controlling the security is Jennifer Holland, an actress that Gunn worked with on Peacemaker and his wife, whom he married in 2022. Secondly, the main security guard wearing the ridiculously large orange suit is Nathan Fillion, a long time friend of Gunn’s who has been in many of his projects, which includes the first two Guardians and Gunn’s directorial debut Slither. The woman that Gamora takes hostage inside is played by Daniela Melchior, who plays Ratcatcher 2 in Gunn’s Suicide Squad.

So, they are inside and get their disguises on, but in a panic, accidentally send their Among Us space suits into…space. They split up inside with Mantis and Drax trying to find a way to get Groot to come in or a ship for them to take, while Quill, Nebula, and Gamora go and get Rocket’s file. Drax and Mantis make it inside, thanks to Mantis’ little joke that makes the gatekeeper fall in love with Drax. The other three were able to retrieve the file, but got themselves caught and this is the first of many instances where we were tricked into thinking a Guardian was going to die. Drax is shot multiple times in the chest, and it does not let up until Quill uses a trick he learned from Rocket during their prison escape in Vol 1: turning off the artificial gravity used in their enemies suits. Drax is revealed to be okay and Groot comes in with the Bowie to save them. They watch Rocket’s torture on the file, which makes all of the Guardians angry and discover that the kill switch reversal had been removed, which leads Quill to believe it was a guy he passed in Orgocorp.

Now, I just brushed through this part because this is the part that felt extremely slow to me. I mean, I was happy that everyone got a chance to see what the High Evolutionary did to Rocket (more on that in a bit), but all this stuff felt a bit slow to me, like the bland soup before the beef wellington prepared by Gordon Ramsay himself. The only things that it achieved to do was 1. Give them a chance to see what happened to Rocket, and 2. Gives Quill an idea of who wiped the code from his file. I really enjoyed seeing people I recognized and will never pass up on humor, but it kind of pulled me out a bit with how slow and how recognizable some of the cast were, not that using your friends and family in movies is a bad thing. I believe that you are able to choose whoever the hell you want for your movies, doesn’t mean I won’t complain about it when I have an opinion on it.

So, after deciding to chase that guy, Gamora and Quill have a spat, which ends in her throwing him into a panel and rushing to call who she believes is a Ravager awaiting her signal to be picked up. What she doesn’t know is the one that was supposed to pick her up was accidentally killed thanks to a misunderstanding from Adam. The ravager was kidnapped and about to be interrogated, but Adam wasn’t sure what to do to intimidate him, so he killed him. So, Ayesha and Adam follow the Bowie as the others suit up to go to Counter Earth, a planet created by the High Evolutionary.

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Now, I haven’t really talked that much about Rocket and the High Evolutionary’s scenes, so I am going to take the time now to discuss it. Rocket’s name when he was in captivity was ‘89P13’. He was part of batch 89, which includes his friends. Lylla, an otter with mechanical arms. Floor, a rabbit with robotic legs and voice, and Teefs, a walrus in a wheelchair. When Rocket first meets them, he is unable to stand or speak at first, before just muttering “Hurts”, and this broke my heart. This poor thing’s first word was about the pain he was experiencing. Throughout Rocket’s torture there, his intelligence actually surpassed the High Evolutionary’s own, with Rocket discovering an error the High Evolutionary overlooked in his experiment for ‘a perfect society’. Rocket and his friends were all under the impression that they will soon join this perfect world, but the High Evolutionary, with no remorse, states that he and his imperfect friends weren’t invited to the new world, but rather they will be killed. In a state of desperation, Rocket creates a key that opens the doors to their cages, freeing them all. He and Lylla embrace for the first time, having been separated in two different cages, and this is the most unexpected death. I thought that Lylla would at least survive, but she dies right as she is freed by the High Evolutionary by a gunshot. Rocket cries in agony as Teefs stays quiet and Floor cries out “Rocket, Floor, Teefs go now!” She is screaming this in fear because her best friend was just killed. Rage soon overtakes Rocket as he brutally attacks his creator. In the ensuing chaos, shots were fired towards Rocket and his friends, so Rocket returned fire. When the attackers are reprimanded, he turns and sees that Floor and Teefs were shot and killed as well. Heartbroken, Rocket flees and escapes on a ship, flying away into the forever and beautiful sky.

These scenes were sprinkled through the previous section with the Orgocorp stuff and it made me so upset to see Rocket and what happened to him, which is why I believe that the High Evolutionary is the MCU’s best villain in this new era. I loved some previous ones after Endgame, like Shang Chi’s Wenwu and Black Panther’s Namor, but something about the High Evolutionary being pure evil with no redeeming qualities is something fresh, after having so many sympathetic villains. Now, there is nothing wrong with a sympathetic villain, majority of my favorite MCU characters were sympathetic villains before (Loki, Wenwu, Killmonger among a few), but ever since Endgame, everyone is trying to recreate that same magic that Josh Brolin did with Thanos. Ever since Endgame, we have had sympathetic villains from Shang Chi (Wenwu), No Way Home (Norman, Otto), Multiverse of Madness (Wanda), Love and Thunder (Gorr), Wakanda Forever (Namor), and just recently, Quantumania (Kang). This is way more than Pre-Endgame MCU, where the only sympathetic ones were one every phase. Here, the High Evolutionary, played perfectly and brilliantly by Chukwudi Iwuji, is an evil mastermind who is trying to create what he believes is the perfect society, using Rocket and his other experiments as mere stepping stones in his path to greatness. One line that he said that I will mention later is not only one of the best lines Gunn ever wrote, it is probably the best thing a villain has ever said since Thanos. Iwuiji did a perfect job playing a villain that I not only hated, I despised.

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Now, the Guardians are making their way to Counter Earth, where they are surrounded by human animal hybrids. They are able to befriend a bat woman (side note: did not know she was a bat in the movie, had no idea what it was), who helps point them in the right direction on where to find the High Evolutionary and the guy they are looking for. So, Drax and Mantis were told to stay with Rocket as Quill, Groot, and Nebula went to confront the High Evolutionary. This is when the first ‘F***’ in the MCU is placed. Now, they make their way through different neighborhoods and see how they live here on Counter Earth. They make it to the High Evolutionary’s base, built in a pyramid like shape. Nebula is not allowed inside thanks to her arm, so Quill and Groot enter while Nebula waits outside. Quill sees the High Evolutionary with his own eyes and the rage and fury behind them is unmistakable. He sees the other Guardians as his family, and the fact that this guy tortured someone in his family, it made him so upset.

Before continuing, I just wanted to say that I do not blame Quill for everything he has done. We have seen throughout his time in the MCU that he is an emotional individual, I mean, hell, he hasn’t found a healthy way to cope with the loss of his mother, because the mere mention of her death, he is sent into a fury filled fit. Quill has been running his entire life, running from these feelings and as a way to continue running, you retaliate. In this case, he retaliates with anger. Since a lot of people blame him for hitting Thanos since he killed Gamora, I just think that this is exactly how he would react, since everyone near and dear to him has been killed (his mom, his girlfriend, his father figure). I mean, if someone killed any one that I loved, I would not even begin to explain the emotions I would feel and what would happen to the person that did me wrong. Although it is wrong that he did punch him, I feel it reflects him as a character, and sure you can hate and blame him, but it had to happen, according to Strange.

So, Quill confronts the guy he saw, which catches the attention of the High Evolutionary, who at this point told him to wait. They talk for a bit before Groot reveals that inside his torso was a bunch of guns, including Quill’s guns. They attempt to kill everyone inside and Quill tackles the guy out of the building, mind you, where they were, it was around 1,000 feet in the air. He is airlifted by Groot to safety and they successfully retrieve the device.

Now, while this is happening, Drax steals a motorcycle and he and Mantis go towards the pyramid, which is starting to rise into the air. Them, along with Nebula, board the ship and are nearly killed thanks to the ship going into space before Drax opens the door to get inside. Meanwhile, Gamora is back at the Bowie, and finds herself trying to protect Rocket from Adam, who is seeking to kidnap him for the High Evolutionary. Just as all of this is happening, the HIgh Evolutionary is blowing Counter Earth up, starting over again. This is interesting, because in that moment in the theater, I had turned to the people I was with and said, “He is playing God,” much like how many believe He threw the asteroid that killed the Dinosaurs (I am not saying I believe in this, I do not, but I find the similarities between the two). As the planet is blowing up, that is when Drax, Mantis, and Nebula board the ship. Gamora is trying to drive the Bowie (although very poorly) and saves Quill and Groot. Meanwhile, Ayesha is killed in the explosions as Adam tries to save her. He ends up on the Bowie and they all fly off the planet.

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Quill begins trying to save Rocket, but Rocket begins to hallucinate his friends in the afterlife, Lylla being the first to see him. He laments how apologetic he was for letting them down, and Lylla explains that he did not. He asks to join them and she agrees, which is when he begins to flatline and Quill and Groot begin to panic. Quill is yelling in anger as he frantically tries to resuscitate him. Meanwhile, Rocket begins walking to his friends, but Lylla stops him. She explains that it is not his time yet. They ‘kiss’ and she calls him her raccoon before sending him back, with him saying “I’m not a raccoon.” He is sent back to his physical body, where he desperately gasps for air. Quill and Gamora are able to heal him and the three guys embrace, Gamora happy that he is okay.

Nebula, Drax, and Mantis are able to communicate with the others on the Bowie, and they are all relieved to hear Rocket (especially Nebula). The three on the ship are captured and they all go to save them. Meanwhile, prior to being captured, the trio find themselves surrounded by caged children. Nebula and Mantis tried to talk to them, but they were unsuccessful. They freed some of them, but then, that is when Quill is able to talk to him. Once they are captured, Drax shows he is able to communicate with the children, which irritates Nebula. They are then lowered into an arena, surrounded by three Abilisk, the battery eating creatures from Vol 2. To everyone’s shock, Mantis is able to befriend the creatures, allowing them to escape.

Meanwhile, the others, including Rocket, board the ship and decide to save them, but they are all reunited thanks to Mantis. They were going to leave, but the trio told them about the children, and the ship is beginning to blow up (More on that in a bit). Rocket lets out that he is “done running” and turns back to save them. Groot, not even thinking about it, follows Rocket, and slowly, every Guardian, including Gamora turns out and they go back to fight the High Evolutionary.

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Now, I want to discuss what happened. The High Evolutionary wants to restart his entire experiment, starting a new colony with Rocket’s brain once he captures him. This starts a mutiny on the ship, and this is when he drops the line I mentioned earlier. He says, “There is no God, so I stepped in.” and this solidifies my stance that he is an evil mastermind and the best MCU villain in a while. Just as this is happening, Kraglin and Cosmo brought Knowhere to the ship and began firing at it. In response to this and the mutiny, the High Evolutionary expands a blast of energy, ending everyone’s lives quickly inside that room.

Quill and the others, before freeing the children, have to fight through a hallway. I wish I could go into depth and explain it, but I want to shout out Ryan Arey on ScreenCrush who made a full breakdown video on it. Please go and watch it, he has a frame by frame explanation on how amazing this shot was. I will share the link here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHevly-Nz_M

Quill and the others free the children as Cosmo creates a link that allows the children to run to safety. As they were evacuating, Rocket finds himself in the animal area of the ship, and finds a similar cage that he found himself in when he was younger. He opens it and sees all the babies looking at him. He looks up at the paper and shows that these are in fact ‘Racoons’. He attempts to grab and save them, picking up the ones he dropped and looks around in sadness at all the other animals before the High Evolutionary comes to attack him. He attacks Rocket and ends with him calling him “89P13” before Rocket corrects him by saying “The name’s Rocket. Rocket…Racoon.” He finally admits he is a racoon and fires at him, blasting the High Evolutionary back. The High Evolutionary gets back up and charges at Rocket, but Groot pushes him back into the arms of Drax who throws him over his shoulder and bodies him. Drax then throws him into the air as Quill fires his gun at him. Mantis attacks him, followed by Nebula blasting him into Gamora, who fatally stabs him and proceeds to peel his face off. They look at him as Rocket chooses to spare him, since he is “a fricken Guardian of the Galaxy”.

They save the children and all the animals and Cosmo barely hangs on before fainting. Everyone but Quill makes it over, since Quill went back for his Zune that he dropped. He attempts to make it out and uses the blast’s momentum from the ship exploding to blast himself towards Knowhere, but is unable to make it back, earning a heart wrenching scream from Mantis. Groot attempts to rescue him, but is unsuccessful. Just then, Adam saves Quill after Groot saved him from the ship blowing up, bringing him to Knowhere and he survives, ending up in a group hug with everyone except Gamora.

(Credit: Men’s Health)

Quill catches Gamora before she returns to the Ravagers, explaining how he is finally ready to move on and let her go, truly coming to terms that the Gamora he grew and fell in love with was gone for good. She laments that they must have been great before they parted their separate ways and I really loved how this ended for them. Quill and Gamora’s romantic relationship was one that I thought was the most natural throughout the movies, and seeing it finally come to fruition in Infinity War was great, but it did not last long, and this just shows that even though she was a big part of who he was as a new person, he is finally ready to move on from that chapter in his life and into a new one, which flows right into the next part.

Quill shares to everyone that he is going to return to Earth, having been moved by Rocket’s mantra. He is going back to Earth to see his grandfather. Mantis decides to also leave, not really knowing anything about herself, since she has always done what Ego and the Guardians wanted. Drax volunteers to go with her, but Nebula reminds him that she needs help on Knowhere. He reluctantly agrees, and Rocket is devastated to know the Guardians are ‘over’. However, Quill tells him that the Galaxy needs it’s Guardians, and hands leadership of them over to Rocket, all of them giving Rocket a Ravager salute. It ends with Groot being the last one to do his salute as he says “I love you guys,” and at this moment, I whispered, “Oh my god,” as I began to bawl my eyes out. I have always loved Groot and Rocket throughout the course of the films, and I always tried to figure out what Groot is trying to say, so to finally hear him say something else, and the audience finally being a part of the Guardians made me feel not only sad that it was over for this team, but heartwarming because of how much love they all have for one another. It is truly an amazing job by James Gunn for creating a team with such infectious chemistry.

So as Florence + The Machines The Dog Days Are Over begins to play, we see everyone gets a bittersweet ending. Rocket and Groot dance with each other on Knowhere as Father and Son. In the mid-credit scene, Rocket is leading a new team which includes Kraglin and his arrow, Adam Warlock, Cosmo, one of the children whose name is Phyla, Adam’s pet Blurp, and Groot, who has grown way past his predecessor. Quill returns to Missouri, where he is reunited with his grandpa. Mantis and Drax part ways as she and her friends the Abilisks travel with her on her journey of self discovery. At the climax of the second part of the chorus, Drax finally dances, having been able to go back to becoming a father thanks to the children he saved. Him and Nebula dance with the children as they stay behind to raise them and rule Knowhere, Nebula explaining that she can give them everything she never had growing up. The movie ends with everyone howling into the sky, and it ends with Rocket howling, finally happy. Also, in the post credit scene, it explains that Star Lord will return, so we will see what that brings us.

(Credit: IGN)

Before we end, I wanted to share that I really did enjoy how things ended here for the Guardians. Every single one of their endings played into their character so well, so much so that I was upset that I haven’t even thought of it myself. I touched on Quill and him constantly running earlier in the post, but the fact that he is finally ready to return to Earth for the sole purpose of being there for his Grandpa shows he has grown so much over his time with the Guardians. Gamora returning to the Ravagers and not staying fits perfectly with this version of Gamora, since she has no personal ties to the team besides Nebula. She found a new family with them, the Guardians aren’t her family. Drax, I feel, had the most rewarding ending ever. After fighting all his life, wanting revenge on the ones that wronged him, he was never able to do one thing because his family was gone: become a father. Now, thanks to all the children, he is able to live that part of him. He seems truly happy to be a father, and I know he still misses his wife and daughter, that part will never leave him, but the fact that now he can continue on and raise these kids, giving him back the chance that he lost, makes me feel so happy for him, and it is the perfect sendoff for Drax. Nebula has also been wronged her entire life. Taken away from her family at a young age, constantly put in a sibling rivalry with Gamora, losing everyone but Rocket in Infinity War and Endgame, and gaining it all back and learning to move on from her trauma. She is now able to give back and raise these kids the way that she wished she was. Rocket and Groot are still Guardians of the Galaxy and I am so happy that Rocket made it through. He is the heart of the Guardians and without him, nothing would be the same.

(Credit: Fandango)

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firsttransfootman · 1 year

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Okay, I know I wrote in my description that I'm currently in Shadow and Bone phase. But my first post here just needs to be about my first love - The Walking Dead. And because I'm nerd, I need to show this here.

So...if you also was watching TWD episode by episode every week when it was released, you for sure remember the break between seasons and half season. Always around 4 months and of course, there were a lot of leaks, photos from drones and rumors.

It was the first quarter of 2017 (omg it was 6 years ago) and we got this leak. I couldn't find it on the internet and on my phone I only got the Spanish version. Basically it means "In the 13 episode we will get a reveal that Paul "Jesus" Rovia is homosexual". In the show it was actually changed and we got a reveal in episode 14, bcs of the switch between 13 and 14 episodes (for people who don't remember that were 2 episodes which were both happening at the same time but in two different places and which was first doesn't really matter).

So it's around a month or two before the premiere of season 7B. I'm 15 and I can't stop thinking about what they are going to do. I write some propositions and I'm gonna share them now with you guys. Some of them contain minor spoilers from the comic books.

1 . Somebody is gonna fall from him. I was 15, in denial that I'm mostly gay and just thought "It's Tom Payne, everybody finds him super attractive, right?". So, in my mind, some character would just develop a crush on him or fall in love. Of course, female character, maybe some dramatic kiss scene when he needs to take a step back and say "I'm sorry, but it's not gonna work". I didn't have anybody particular in mind for this. but it was still an option.

2. Similar to the first one but just looking for comfort. I started reading more comics. and if somebody didn't read comics, we got a lot more friends with benefits and "lovers" (meaning only bed lovers, not really relationships). Michonne was literally trying to sleep with every black guy in comics. So I was thinking maybe Sasha or Maggie would need some comfort after what Negan did and he would just be there for them. Even if they didn't try to sleep with him, maybe some cuddling and him saying this just to be sure they don't want anything more. Maybe before this some typical TV scenes after which people ship them a little bit or something.

3. Some gay comfort scene with Daryl, Aaron, Eric or four of them. If anybody don't know this - there are rumors that Daryl was supposed to be gay and reveal of it was planned for season 3 or something around but they resigned of this concept (probably gonna write more about this someday). Anyway, I was thinking about a couple of options here:

3.1. Jesus having amazing gay radar and just goes to talk with Daryl in casual acting like it's obvious. He would panic and, you know, be grumpy about that OR which I actually think would actually be the best way - also act like this is basic knowledge. People would be so freaking mad.

3.2. Some deep conversation between him and Daryl, their backstory, of course, mostly Paul doing the talking and some sentences like "I don't know why I'm saying this to you . We don't really know each other".

3.3. Some fluff comfort scene with Aaron and Eric, maybe even play it as a joke with their iconic sentence from a comic book. So in the comics, Aaron, after Eric died, says something about them being their last gays in the world. Like can you imagine a scene like that:

J: "So you live in this house?"

A: "Yeah, almost from the start."

E: "Two last gays in the world."

J: "So I would be third."

A: ...

E: ...

J: ...

D: "Forth!"

T: "Why people always forget lesbians?"

4. Alex! Yeah, for people who didn't read comics or did it some time ago and don't remember Alex is Jesus' lover and nurse in Hilltop. In the comics, we got reveal in the way that when Paul is in Hilltop, Alex comes to his room and asks him to cuddle and read with him. With time, it's clear that Alex wanted something more and Paul just didn't feel it. They eventually split apart, Alex got a boyfriend and hopefully happy ever after. Anyway, this would be cool. Some one-sided love, an amazing example of the fact that being gay doesn't mean somebody would fall for every guy and it's a good example of grey side of Jesus bcs he really isn't honest with Alex and doesn't treat him like he should. Also, we would get a nurse, which would be cool bcs in the show I sometimes feel like they forgot that doctors aren't the only people who work in healthcare. Like paramedics and nurses exist.

5. Like literally anything other than what we get. Don't get me wrong - this scene with Maggie is cute, but because it's the only scene about that, I needed something more. If he eventually got a romantic or bed partner I wouldn't say anything, but after he died people all over the internet literally arguing that he wasn't gay on a TV show bcs nobody remembers this scene. It was a pre-credits scene which you could really easily skip and you didn't know you had missed anything.

I think they know they have Aaron and Eric so they don't want to have another gay couple (so Alex wasn't an option) and want this to be quiet. It was just a preparation for the future Aaron and Paul, which we never get. It's really sad bcs after this, Paul was literally cut off the series, being in a couple of episodes per season to the point when actor just don't wanna be part of it anymore (and I can't blame him). Even after that, they didn't have enough courage to make him and Aaron officially a couple of lovers. We only got suggestions and baits but nothing official.

I would really like to read a fanfiction about any of the options which I wrote above. In the meantime, have an amazing weekend and to the next!

#the walkind dead #paul jesus rovia #paul jesus monroe #gay men #coming out #alternative scene #long post #daryl dixon #jesus x daryl #jesus x aaron #aaron x eric #tom payne #little rant #nerdsplaining #lgbtq #queerbaiting

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weatheredpileoftomes · 1 year

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a blunt form of change

For FFXIVWrite Day 17, a free day. I had nothing lingering from this week’s prompts and Merriam-Webster offered me a word of the day from a specific Earth religion that is not mine, so I put iTunes on shuffle instead. Frydlona, post-3.3, minor Ishgardian Restoration spoilers, ~500 words.

When all you have is a gun, everything looks like a Diadem sprite. Or a yak. Or…

“Ah, Frydlona!” Stephanivien de Haillenarte exclaims as she walks into the Manufactory. “Just the person I was hoping to see.”

Frydlona blinks, trying to accustom her eyes to the shade. “Is it something to do with the Restoration?”

He starts rummaging through boxes, muttering to himself. A little louder, he adds, “Only tangentially. Tell me, you’ve had no issues with the mechanism of the aetheromatic auger, have you?”

“No…” Frydlona looks around as if someone, somewhere is going to explain this to her. A blonde Hyuran woman in plain clothes shrugs when Frydlona catches her eye.

“And the aetheromatic clipper?” Stephanivien asks the depths of the drawer. “I know the yaks have been safely unharmed, but is the device itself natural to use?”

Frydlona hadn’t expected to laugh today, but she has to bite her lip against the urge. “Well, some people might say that using handheld clippers is a more natural way to shear an animal than using a…shoulder-mounted cannon?”

“’Tis much more efficient.” Stephanivien straightens up, beaming, holding a gun of some kind. It’s shorter than a gunblade, longer than one of Merlwyb’s pistols. Frydlona doesn’t know much about guns, as a rule. “Now, I know you to be familiar with my work, and Francel says you’ve been very supportive of his work in the Firmament, and…did I hear someone call you an archer?”

“Ah.” She hesitates. There are a lot of answers she could give, and she suspects Stephanivien de Haillenarte might even understand some of them, but… But she doesn’t want to. “I’ve trained as one, yes. I’m using war quoits now.”

“Fascinating,” Stephanivien murmurs, taking out a device of some kind and scrutinizing her through a lens of it, as if she’s a jewelry project he’s working on. “But you have good aim.”

Frydlona is not sure where this is going, nor that she entirely wants to find out. “Yes…?”

He hands her the gun and a glowing box that seems made mostly of tubes and wires. “Would you mind testing this for me?”

“What does it do?” It looks…normal, as far as Frydlona can tell, apart from the glowing box.

“Well.” Stephanivien actually looks a little uncomfortable. “It’s a gun.”

She hadn’t thought weapons were his style, somehow. “A…gun? Like with bullets?”

“Do you know how much it costs to become a knight?” he asks, gesturing broadly. “’Tis a fortune, even for those knights who fight on foot. The armor, the swords, the training, the patronage… Ishgard’s army is made of the wealthy, and the poor are defenseless.”

Frydlona looks down at the gun again, and thinks of Francel’s patient rebuilding, and Laniatte’s even-handed diligence. “I see. All right, I can try it.”

“Excellent!” Stephanivien beams, and the Hyuran woman watching them lights up as well. “Then come back, and I shall introduce you to Joye, and we can discuss plans.”

Frydlona had come to the Skysteel Manufactory to ask Biggs and Wedge if they needed her to bring anything to Jessie back in Revenant’s Toll. She is not quite sure what just happened. Still, Stephanivien makes more than a few good points.

#she does not have canon mch (able to use it in combat) but she does have canon mch (has done all the jobquests)#u know how it is #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #my fic #my fic: frydlona #my fic: frydlona: gen #my fic: 3.x #frydlona merlgeimwyn #stephanivien de haillenarte #me: wtf do I do with “battle of new orleans” for a ffxivwrite #the chorus: have we mentioned today that there are guns

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violetsareblue-selfships · 2 years

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done with the 3.3 archon quest... unsurprisingly, i’m feeling a lot of things so i’ll ramble under the cut (this is definitely about scara so just warning for spoilers)

hah, this quest really took my lore and shook it up didn’t it? like ember’s from fontaine so anything that affects irminsul would affect her too (also btw i’m gonna start calling her that - it’s easier than ‘my harbinger s/i’ since it’s scara’s pet name for her :3)

if that’s the case, she wouldn’t remember him after his little erasure attempt (success? kinda) but... I have a workaround. So, I already had a plan for them to do a bonding ritual (for the whole issue of him being immortal and her being mortal) that would share that immortality between them but what if it protects her memories of him (either she regains them in dreams in the new timeline or when he regains his)

then they can be together again with some minor changes. she’ll have to leave the fatui (as peacefully as she can - no use in making enemies of them early) but this way it wouldn’t leave it with him remembering their past relationship and her not remembering.

plus his name is keito now <3 (the name meanings i found online include ‘to be happy’ ‘beautiful/lovely & fly in the sky’ (kei & to respectively) and other stuff that made this fit him imo :3)

also... for some reason, this quest has brought a few doubts to me... like he’s so set on detesting humans before - it’s making it hard for me to see him falling for someone in that stage regardless of who it is. like, yes, he could bond with ember over their parents abandoning/disowning them but beyond that - she’s an ordinary human and he’s sworn against feeling things again. wanderer? yes, i could see it, but fatui scara? idk

additional thoughts (2 days later edition) - haha this is what i get for holding onto posts lol

as for how she leaves the fatui - it’s technically not that long since signora’s death so that’s a fair reason for anyone to feel uncomfortable in her position (the tsaritsa would likely think it’s temporary but uhh it won’t be)

i also like the idea of the traveler letting her name him (gifting him his name as they called in the quest) - she shows up at the sanctuary while scara and the traveler are still in the dream realm. nahida knows who she is but ember explains a little so that she’s not kicked out

also also like him not seeing her when he appears the first time (he’s a little more subdued than in the actual cutscene since he thinks she won’t remember him and he’ll have to live without her) but he actually brightens when he sees her again <3

and about the doubts - it was late at night when i wrote it and i felt super emotional... there’s still some doubt but the fact is: scaramouche does love me/ember and there’s no disputing it regardless of how/why he fell for me.

#i said i'd post this immediately after the picture so here #self ship #self shipping #His Right Hand 💖😈#S/I: Rose of Embers #or else i'd end up holding onto it for another couple days in my drafts 😅

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cymoseria · 2 years

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undercut for minor 3.3 spoiler (mostly just scara/wanderer fangirling content)

*me ignoring the whole reason why he said this* AWW HE WANTS US TO STAY CLOSE AND KEEPS US SAFE 💕

most of his voicelines makes question whether he’s being passive aggressive or just being a tsun tho lol

AND ARE WE SLEEPING SIDE TO SIDE NOW?

but honestly, for whatever reason i wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with him around too lol

#genshin impact #wanderer #scaramouche #cymosas signal #i’m well-fed in this archon quest

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ayatoscupid · 2 years

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minor out of context 3.3 aq spoilers (not kuni related!!) and gushing under cut!

yes i already finished it *cries*

it’s bc of me btw lol [i get booed off the stage]

BUT THIS WAS SUCH A NICE SURPRISE TO SEE IN THE AQ I ALMOST STARTWD CRYING AT THE MENTION OF HIM 😭😭😭 I JUST MISS HIM SO MUCH

and god this is SO damn cute……. yato doesn’t usually have the time to eat at home but whenever he gets the opportunity he always prefers to eat there bc he just loves home cooking so much…… she says he’s “so fond of home comforts” that’s just so so so cute. THAT’S SO CUTE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH home and family really is everything to him and i just love that about him. he has so much love in his heart

and god i love these three (yato th//oma and yaka) so much…… the ina fambly trio… they make me so happy :((( they’re so close to each other n it makes me so proud of the siblings to feel so comfortable in their lives after everything they’ve been thru.. they deserve it so much n i’m glad they have such a good support like th//oma to help them 💙

and ofc my oc xue yin is a part of this too in my head. yato xue yin th//oma and yaka, the y//ashiro comm team comp LMAO (fun fact: xue yin’s kit is made so he works perfectly in bloom and burgeon teams 😚)

anw i love my camellia, my prince, the ocean waves to my moonlight, my lord and my little tapioca pearl, i love him so so SO much and i’m counting down the days until we can finally reunite and be together 💙💙 (aka me finally getting him on my main account LMAO)

i hope we get to see him in the upcoming festival 🥹 that’d be a DREAM come true!!! ik he doesn’t make public appearances bc that’s his dear sister’s job, but i hope we get to talk to him at least 🙏

ok GOD. i love him so much he makes me so happy. ok gushing done 😭

#💘.doc #♡ hopelessly devoted #☆ cheek and elegance #♢ i'll protect you too

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐀

love/healing potions= fluff, antidotes= comfort, poisons= angst, aphrodisiacs= smut; ༊*·˚= personal favourite

Love Potions:

Accidental Confessions || 7.3k || Multi-Character || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kazuha, zhongli, diluc, albedo ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: what would the characters do if they accidentally confessed to you?

Accidental Confessions pt.2 || 6.2k || Multi-Character

⇢ ˗ˏˋ thoma, gorou, childe, kaeya ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: more reactions to accidentally confessing to you! warnings: (mentions of) fighting in childe´s part; minor mentions of war in gorou's part; this is pure fluff (do tell me if i forgot anything though)

Admiring them || 3.5k || Multi-Character

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kazuha, heizou, xiao, venti, aether ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: you're busy admiring your anemo boyfriend when he catches you staring warnings: kazuha's and heizou´s parts are a little suggestive but nothing too bad; otherwise just fluff

Another Modern AU! Drabble || 990 || Drabble || Modern AU || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kazuha ࿐ྂ

i really just needed an excuse to talk about tattooed!kazuha yes it’s another modern au drabble

Anemo as the 5 Love Languages || 2.3k || Multi-Character || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ heizou, kazuha, xiao, venti, scaramouche ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: everyone gives affection a different way, so how about our favourite anemo users? warnings: minor spoiler for 3.3 archon quest [scara]

Blooming Affections || 2.3k || One-Shot || Modern AU || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ tattoo artist! kazuha ࿐ྂ

summary: meeting the handsome guy from the shop next door doesn't go quite as you expect it to

Antidotes:

⇢ ˗ˏˋ no potions brewed yet ࿐ྂ

Poisons:

The Loneliest || 5.3k || Multi-Character || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kazuha, xiao, aether, childe ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: what do they do and how do they cope after you suddenly go where they can’t follow? warnings: reader dies/ has died; [xiao] unnamed illness; [kazuha] mention of kazu's friend (tomo); [aether] somewhat graphic description of body transmutation/ body horror (just to be safe), possible deviation from khaenri'ah lore; [childe] (description of) blood, wounds, (mentions of) murder, violence over all

Aphrodisiacs:[Nsfw, minors dni]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ no potions brewed yet ࿐ྂ

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For the Wicked never Sleep - Commission!

Another commission for the lovely @anorptron! Thank you so much for your patronage!

Following the finale battle at the Steps of Faith, Edmont and the rest of Sage’s family take shifts watching over him, have important and difficult realizations regarding their treatment of their friend, and resolve to let him rest. Lots of familial hurt/comfort here!

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Ever since the conclusion of the Dragonsong War, the members of House Fortemps found themselves in a struggle no less arduous, though one of a much more personal nature: the struggle between needing to give their wounded brother the space needed to recover, and the desperate need to ensure that he was well and truly alright.

Would that it was only a matter of entrusting the chirurgeons to do their job— that would have been a simple enough thing, though the waiting would doubtless be no less agonizing for them— though there were whispers of other factors needing to be considered, things that had to be taken in to account considering who it was that was being tended to.

Sage had laid the dread wyrm Nidhogg to rest, at long last capping off a millennia of war and strife, and leaving the chance for genuine peace between man and dragon to be achieved. The battle had been fierce, fearsome, and fateful, leaving losses on both sides thus far innumerable and insurmountable. That he was not among those slain in the line of duty was nothing short of a miracle, though his wounds were grievous.

With Nidhogg slain and Estinien restored, Sage had tried his damndest to posture and insist he was well enough to make it through Foundation under his own power, though he scarcely made it long enough to ensure Aymeric had left with Estinien in tow before promptly collapsing into the stone of the Steps of Faith. For a blessing, none presumed him truly well, and the field medics reporting in for duty had already been ordered to see to him as Aymeric had passed them, not fully trusting that Sage would have permitted them to see him if it were not under direct order.

Sage had lost consciousness before the chirurgeons had even gotten to him.

Thankfully, Ishgard housed the best and brightest chirurgeons available outside of the Shroud, and so he was brought to the Congregation for immediate treatment. Though the Fortemps family had been notified of what had befell their ward, by the time they arrived, the chirurgeons were already ushering them out before they had even entered the medical wing, citing a need for space. Given the spacious nature of the rooms, one could only guess at how many of them were needed to stabilize him, and how desperately they had to work to heal him.

For the first stretch of the chirurgeons working on him, they would not let even the Lord Commander through to check on him. By all accounts, it was touch and go enough that they could not afford the lapse in focus. Despite wanting to pace a hole in the stone floor for how anxious Edmont felt— he, and Sage’s brothers, all— Aymeric managed to talk the rest of the family down from doing so. With the promise that Aymeric would stay behind and work through the night besides, but would also work from the office beside the chirurgeon’s ward to be available for any updates as soon as there were any to be had— “For he is my brother, too,” he’d said— the remaining Fortemps men had agreed and ultimately relented, and waited for news at home.

Just as the Lord Commander had not slept, nor did they, even back in Fortemps Manor, though given the runner that was sent to notify them around the first bell past midnight that Sage had been stabilized but not yet regained consciousness, they considered their restlessness a blessing. It hadn’t mattered that Artoirel had his own minor wounds to have care for, nor had it mattered that Edmont’s bad leg locked up something fierce in the cold. When they received word, they had ran to the Congregation.

Aymeric had been the one to meet them at the entrance, and had managed to calm them enough that by the time they had made it up to the chirurgeon’s ward, they were sufficiently quiet, and with a reassurance that they would behave satisfactory to the chirurgeons handling Sage, they were given clearance to be granted entry. His wounds are deep, but pain medication has been administered, said one of the chirurgeons. He’s stable, and he’s expected to make a full recovery, but he needs to rest, emphasized another.

A sentiment they all agreed with, even before they had laid eyes on him, though the moment they saw him, bandaged and bruised and battered, lying unconscious on his bed, they agreed all the more vehemently. There was a fever that had yet to break, they had been warned, though seeing how significantly his skin had paled made him look all the more sickly. Despite the sheen of sweat that stubbornly clung to him, he shivered beneath the blankets. Shivering that further exacerbated what stitches and wounds he yet bore.

Seeing their brother in such a state, Artoirel and Emmanellain shared a look, nodded amongst themselves, and took point. The elder brother fetched a blanket from the storage cabinet and passed it over, and the two of them worked to unfurl it and cover Sage with it, movements slow and careful. Even before the heat of the blanket had fully settled over Sage, the worst of his shivering had already noticeably improved. While Artoirel took to searching for a bowl to fill with water, Emmanellain gathered some few cloths to use, and when the water was thus procured, wet one of them himself and brushed the sweat from Sage’s brow.

Once Sage had quieted, they all took it upon themselves to take the vigil over him in shifts. Aymeric had already taken the first, the Fortemps men reasoned, it seemed only fair that he step out and continue working for the time being. Reluctant though the Lord Commander was to leave his brother in such a state, he ultimately agreed that it was more sensible to take shifts to avoid spreading themselves all too thin. It would do none of them any good to wring their hands together and wait, when it was much more productive to have one of them tend to him at a time between the chirurgeons coming in to administer medications and check his bandages.

Aymeric stepped out to return to the spare office— “just the next door down, should you need me,” he made a point to reassure them all. Changing of the guard, and all that. Edmont knew it well, as did his sons, and thus promised to notify him if aught changed before it was his turn to take watch within the next few bells.

“Be sure to get some rest, lad.” Edmont called out, catching the Lord Commander at the door.

Aymeric offered him a wincing smile on his way out. “...I will. As much as one can, given the circumstances.”

The rasp of Sage’s breathing sounded loud in the somber quiet of the room. Emmanellain had taken his respite in a chair in the corner of the room, the sleepless night prior at last having caught up with him. Artoirel, sat in another stool beside his father, looked to be stubbornly clinging to alertness, eyes not leaving the rise and fall of Sage’s chest. Edmont could hardly begrudge him not retiring for the night to at least try to get some sleep; none of them were going to truly rest until they could at least speak with Sage. Having him awake would be a greater reassurance than anything else, anything that the chirurgeons could say to them, even if, by all logical standpoints, they knew that he was stable.

Tataru had joined them as soon as she could, though her shift at the Forgotten Knight had been particularly grueling for the volume of people that had been in desperate need of something to drink to cope while waiting out the battle, and then in celebration of their victory. She’d looked infinitely more wrung out than most of them, though stubbornly remained for want of being close to Sage. Alphinaud, similarly, had managed to fall into an uneasy rest in a chair off to the corner at some point, though between Sage and Estinien, had refused to leave the chirurgeon’s ward for more than what was absolutely necessary. Aymeric had taken the time to notify the other Scions via linkpearl of what had transpired, but otherwise they were as glued to Sage’s room as the others, wondering at how best to watch over him and what could be done.

But Artoirel, Aymeric, and Edmont were all old hat at taking watch in shifts, in the turning over of the guard. Edmont insisted on taking first watch, citing his newfound availability that came with retirement, and that both of his sons had other duties to attend to, even if they would not rest. Though they had been reluctant to acquiesce, they inevitably conceded that his argument had merit, and left to give the room more space. Guard rotations were a familiar sort of routine, however, and the three of them had managed to fall into a rhythmic cycle between themselves to ensure both that Aymeric was able to tend to his myriad duties along with checking in on the other wounded, and to more or less force each of them to take the time to step out to stretch their legs, to have something to drink, something to take care of themselves while they waited over Sage.

He needed rest, needed time to heal and people who cared enough about giving him that time to ensure that he actually got it.

What he got was one of his friends in the Scions awaiting permission to enter Sage’s room in the chirurgeon’s ward, nervously thumbing at a letter written for him, judging by what Aymeric had told them when he slipped back through the door unexpectedly, well before it was his turn to take watch again.

To anyone who did not know them, it should have been no concern of Edmonts, nor any of his children, adopted or no, what missives Sage might or might not have awaiting him. Had any of them loved Sage any less than family, it would have been just that, and the message would have been left without preamble for whenever he was well enough to be the Warrior of Light again.

They all loved him immeasurably, however, and thus closed ranks with silent, unanimous agreement that Sage needed time.

“I am certain that if we but explain that he is indisposed due to injury, they will be satisfied,” Aymeric spoke up again in the ensuing, incredulous silence, attempting to be the voice of reason, as he always did. “Nevertheless, I would speak with them in the hall, rather than Sage’s room. His rest need not be disturbed.”

Another thing they all agreed upon. The Lord Commander stepped outside of the room, and the guard changed back over to Edmont for his absence; though it had been many years since he had last been able to fight afield, a knight was ever a knight, and Edmont kept track of their rotation with that same sharp focus he had in younger years.

That did not preclude him from listening in, however. As much as the closed door would permit, at least.

Discussion seemed amenable, at first: though it was little more than muffled conversation, though the tone of it grew tense, the volume raised ever so slightly before the clear words of, “You will keep your voice down.” came through the door as Edmont approached it.

The guard changed again, as Edmont stepped outside to see who would want to debate Sage needing rest.

“I don’t mean to raise my voice,” The man conceded, though he had darted his bright eye toward Edmont when he stepped out into the hall. “Truly. I apologize. If it could wait, I wouldn’t even be here— we just received word on Sage’s injuries.”

“If it absolutely cannot wait, I would suggest you find someone else suited for the task—”

“It’s not a task. Not yet, anyroad.” The man’s uncovered eye hardened as steel, his mouth pullin back in a grimace. “I can say little more than that out here, I’m afraid. What’s that saying— discretion being the better part of valor, and all that?”

“Master Thancred, if you would prefer to speak plainly, we may do so inside— though I insist you keep your voice down. Sage has not yet awoken.”

With a nod from the Scion, Edmont reluctantly opened the door again and ushered both men back inside. Tataru and Alphinaud looked up at the additional person, eyes widening in alarm. Leaving them to rise and greet the newcomer, Edmont moved back to Sage’s bedside.

It was Tataru that broke the silence to greet him, her arms gesturing in frenetic sweeps as she bounced on the balls of her feet, fretting. She seemed to struggle to contain herself, but managed to do so with a firm stomp of her foot and a deep breath before she attempted to speak.

“Thancred! Did you not receive our message? I spoke with Y’Shtola, but—”

“We did.” He reassured her, hands motioning in a calming gesture to encourage her to be still. “But…”

His eye drifted over to where Sage rested, and Edmont swore he could see the moment the words died on his tongue.

“Though it had been hard to believe when you told us, I can see your report was far from exaggerated.” Thancred said quietly. “He’s certainly seen better days.”

“Now that you have ascertained his condition for yourself, I presume you mean that you intend to bear a message to the Scions on Sage’s behalf, given the extent of his grievous wounds.” Edmont spoke up before the man could so much as utter another word.

To his credit, the man looked genuinely remorseful that he’d been sent on the errand at all, wincing at the borderline accusatory tone the retired Count had taken with him.

“I don’t want to be here like this, either, to be clear.” Said the man, and the hand not still holding the letter ran through his ashen hair. The one eye not obscured by a bandana glanced away. “He’s clearly in a bad way. I’d much rather be here just to support him as his friend, rather than a runner for urgent news. But we received word that—”

A sharp crack of Edmont’s cane knocking against the floor startled even him, but he made a point not to show it. Instead, he let his anger and indignation on Sage’s behalf boil over, just a little, just enough for it to show. Incapacitated as he was, Sage could not fight for himself— and even if he was, all present knew that he would follow orders without complaint, even wounded as he was.

The outburst rang in his ears, all the more in the silence that ensued. All eyes were on him. In any other circumstance, he might have been more comfortable, might have been able to at least feign an air of political neutrality and good cheer, in particular for well meaning allies that were naught but the messenger.

But this was his son. And if the realm was not going to stop long enough for him to recover from near death, someone had to speak up on his behalf and say, “Sort it out without him just this once.”

Edmont intended to be calm, cool, and collected, as he always had been when leading his house through the ever shifting landscape that was Ishgardian politics. Perhaps if he had not already passed the mantle on to Artoirel, he may yet have that composure. As it stood, retirement had made him more of a father than he had ever been permitted to be for his duties— to Ishgard and then later to his family in the wake of his infidelity...and grief made him all the more protective of what sons he had not lost.

“Master Thancred,” Aymeric spoke up from further away from Sage’s bedside. When the Scion turned to address him, he seemed almost reluctant to do so. “If I may be frank, what is so urgent that the Alliance must have Sage available at this moment, present circumstances considering?”

“Imperial and Ixali movement both, I’m afraid.” Thancred said quietly. “Right now, we’ve adopted a ‘wait and see’ approach with the latter to avoid antagonizing them into potentially summoning a primal, but then that still leaves the Empire—”

“And this has to involve Sage, when he has yet to even regain consciousness, does it?” Edmont asked in a low, gruff snarl. “When his wounds have not even had a chance to mend?”

“At the moment? No,” Thancred conceded almost immediately, hands held out in a placating gesture. He looked like a man attempting to negotiate his way out of being a lion’s next meal, metaphorically speaking.

At least he was aware of how thin the ice was beneath his feet, Edmont thought darkly.

After a moment, Thancred tried again, “I only wanted to let him know to stand ready in the event—”

“You did not answer my question.”

The rogue took a moment to swallow, eye searching the retired Count’s face. Edmont met his gaze with an even but heated stare. After a tense moment, Thancred allowed himself the span of a careful breath to consider his words.

“I will be blunt: while we have other Echo bearers in the wings that might assist in handling Garuda, Sage has usually led the van against primal threats, and our numbers aren’t what they were before the bloody banquet.”

“And that means that it must needs be Sage? No one else can rise to the occasion?” Edmont pressed in all ways but physical.

“We don’t have anyone near his caliber.” Thancred attempted to reason, though even he seemed to flounder on it the longer he looked on at Sage, lying all but broken in his bed. “I’m hoping it doesn’t have to come to that at all—”

“If you start spreading your hopes out more evenly, then they will not all inevitably fall on Sage’s shoulders.” Edmont snarled, and turned his body to gesture with emphasis at his sleeping son. “Look at him, and tell yourself he is ready to handle such a task.”

Thancred had, to be fair, been doing little else but looking. Sage was reluctant to speak on how close he was with those Scions outside of Alphinaud and Tataru, though Edmont had to imagine there was at least enough camaraderie between them that the rogue could at least understand the position Sage was in and want to protect him as much as he could. Edmont had to believe that. Little else made sense, and it was the least that Sage deserved.

“Though I only have the one, my eye does work.” Thancred replied in a low, sarcastic drawl.

“Then how could you expect him to do aught but convalesce in his condition?!” Edmont demanded.

He barely recognized his own voice for how anger had warped it. When he realized his hands were shaking in rage, he made a fist with his empty hand and tightened his hold on his cane hard enough the leather of his gloves creaked in protest. It was a struggle to recall the last time he felt this sort of anger before, burning in the pit of his gut, clawing at his ribcage, demanding to be let out—

A tentative weight laid itself heavily atop his clenched hand, still gripping his cane. His head snapped down, shocked to see that it was Sage reaching out to him, weakly hanging onto his hand. With a pained noise in the back of his throat, the Bard’s head lolled toward Edmont, and he cracked his eyes open, just barely. His lips parted on a shuddering breath, and in the quietest, most lost voice Edmont had ever heard from Sage, he croaked only one word.

“Da…?”

As quickly as the anger had engulfed his chest, its fires were doused, and he was gently shushing the beleaguered and battered man.

“All is well, Sage. Rest. We are here for you.” He murmured in the most soothing voice he could manage for how heavily it trembled.

“But...they need—”

To the horror of everyone in the room, Sage made an attempt to sit up, though he barely got farther than managing to raise his head and shoulders off the bed some scant few ilms before he dropped back into the pillows with a strangled grunt of pain. Weakly, he writhed in agony, shifting ever so slightly from the pain, only further exacerbating his wounds in the process.

Edmont moved before anyone else had the chance, his cane clattering to the floor as his hands came up to usher Sage into stillness when he tried to struggle to get up again.

“Shh, shh, you need to rest, Sage.” He said, shaken to his core, and hoped it wasn’t obvious to his son how hard his hands were trembling as he moved the blanket to settle back over the Bard’s shoulders. “I promise you that your only obligation is to rest. You’ve done enough. More than enough. 'Tis our turn to care for you. Let us. Please."

It took little coaxing for Sage to nod off again; between the myriad of medications and healing magic that had worn him down from the constant treatments and his own overwhelming exhaustion besides, he had barely opened those brightly gleaming eyes of his before they were drifting shut again. His head fell back once more, his horn and cheek sinking into the pillow. It was obvious in the way his pained expression went slack that his consciousness had fled him rapidly.

Even with how seriously he was wounded, Sage still wanted to fight. Still wanted to do what was right and protect those that were closest to him. Edmont grappled with the pride and worry that tangled in the back of his throat. His eyes faintly stung with the threat of tears, praying desperately to the Fury that there would come a time where the Warrior of Light was no longer needed. When he wasn’t quite sure he would be able to swallow down those tears, he took an extra moment to collect himself. Smoothing back Sage’s sweat slicked hair away from where it clung to his forehead, Edmont took a deep, shuddering breath as he bent to retrieve his cane, using the time it took to straighten again to steel himself before turning back to the group of them, all looking down at Sage’s fitfully unconscious form with varying degrees of horror and sorrow.

No one seemed to know what to say for a long moment. The air in the room was heavy with tension, thick with dread and the scent of sickness, antiseptic, and the copper scent of blood. The only sound that could be heard was Sage's faint, wheezing breaths, steady but shallow. Time seemed to hold its breath for how still everything had become. Even the gods themselves were reluctant to break this oppressive silence, it seemed; Edmont swore that the very wind blustering beyond the window had quieted in the wake of what had transpired.

“I do hope,” Aymeric spoke up in the lingering quiet. His voice was hesitant, as if he was even reluctant to breach the silence at all. "This suffices as evidence that he is not sufficiently well."

"More than. I'd thought so the moment I came in." Thancred replied in a tone that matched the Lord Commander's. His eye lowered in admonishment. “Admittedly...we hadn’t realized it was this bad. We never do. Sage is always so reserved and hates showing weakness. I don’t...I don’t think he’s ever come to any one of us with an injury that needed tending.”

Horrified realization dawned over Thancred’s already clouded expression. He bit the inside of his cheek, hands clenching into fists and flexing out as far as his fingers could stretch intermittently as if to work out anxious jitters that had suddenly overtaken him. When Edmont focused enough on them, he realized they were trembling, ever so slightly.

“I’m not sure he’s even ever trusted us enough to tell us when he’s vulnerable...and we never really asked.”

“Sage is a private person,” Alphinaud stammered in an effort to comfort his fellow Scion, breaking the weighty silence that had again ensued, until then only punctuated by the Bard’s shuddered breathing. “Even with those he's close to, he tends to hide his wounds and weaknesses—”

“And we’ve never pushed.” Tataru spoke up sadly. She fiddled with her hands, her gaze locked on them as she did. “I think we were scared of them, too. I know I certainly was.”

"We should have done better by him. I'm not too proud to admit that." After another long moment of studying Sage's sleeping form, Thancred looked up at Edmont directly again. "...Thank you. For caring for him where we didn't."

"'Tis because of us that he is in the state he is now." Edmont softly replied with a shake of his head. "We have, all of us, asked too much of him. The thought that we will yet ask even more, even knowing the lengths he will go…"

Again, his grip tightened on his cane. No one dared to interrupt or attempt to console him with empty platitudes. There was no making this better, save for working toward building a realm where heroes like Sage had no call to action that they must needs answer. They had but one course, it seemed: to find a better path.

For those they had lost. For those they could yet save. And that included Sage.

“I’ll route these concerns elsewhere.” Thancred said after a long, uncomfortable pause. “I can do little with regard to primals, but the Adders are still monitoring the situation. I can keep an eye on the Imperials in the meantime, see what I can do to mitigate anything that might come up along the way. Give Sage time to rest.”

"You need not tackle either task alone, Master Thancred." Aymeric said, tone more firm and formal and much more like himself again. "As Lord Speaker and Ishgard's elected representative in the Eorzean Alliance, 'tis the least I can do to coordinate surveillance of Garlemald— and your own tutelage in the known ways of primals may also yet be put to use. There are other Echo bearers, yes?"

"Plenty. Many within the ranks of each city-state's military, even." Alphinaud supplied, and Edmont could see the gears whirring to life in the boy's mind. "We must needs confer with the Alliance regardless for what should be done with the Imperial activity— surely they could also put the call out for those able bodied Echo bearers to stand ready for the impending threat of a primal?"

Aymeric gave a single, enthused nod of encouragement. "I can arrange a conference anon. I would need but confer with my counterpart in the House of Commons first. We will find a solution, Master Thancred."

"It'll keep Sage safe and resting, at least." Thancred said, and some exhausted relief tinged his words. "Would that we had done better by him sooner."

"The best time to have done so would have been from the very beginning. But the next best time to start would be now. For all of us." Aymeric reassured. "Now then,” he turned to face the retired count. “Pray, do forgive me Lord Edmont, but if I might forfeit my shift at the watch for the moment—?"

"Take as long as you need. Artoirel and I have things well in hand.” Edmont reassured, gently shooing them toward the door. “Master Thancred, was it? ...I was unduly harsh toward you. Forgive me, you deserved more respect than that.”

“You were protecting Sage. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Thancred reassured him, and the smile he gave felt more genuine, more relieved than the faint, wincing things he had barely been able to muster before. “I should thank you. It was much needed. You lot have given me much to think on.”

Alphinaud, Aymeric, and Thancred all left without delay, quietly but excitedly chattering as they did. The trio were scarcely out the door before Tataru let out a quiet gasp.

“I should contact the Scions, let them know what the plan is!” She said more than half to herself, fretting and bouncing on the balls of her feet again. “I can see if there’s anything we can do to coordinate our people— oh, and maybe I can ask Arenvald if he’s up for keeping an eye on the Ixal, just in case—!”

Edmont could not have gotten a word in edgewise if he had remotely attempted it, but he couldn’t help smiling with pride as she, too, rushed out the door in an enthused bid to help Sage rest and recover.

And then it was only him, standing in the room, silence settling in save for the Sage’s shallow breathing. He took the time to pull the chair he had been using back closer toward the bed. Ignoring the creaking pop of his bad knee, he eased himself into the chair and took up his watch again. Artoirel would be back within the bell, perhaps he might get a nap in before his next shift.

He leaned back into the chair until the knot of tension in his back popped with release. Straightening back up, he relaxed into his seat with a heavy sigh and contemplated Sage’s sleeping face again. Though the Bard was still clearly in pain, the pinch in his expression had eased, and the rise and fall of his chest came more smoothly than before, less shuddering and painful. The sight eased some of Edmont’s worry.

“I hope you know just how loved you are, my boy. By so, so many people.” Edmont said softly, fearful of waking him, and picked up the cloth at his bedside to begin blotting away the sweat once more, all the while praying to the Fury that all of this would be enough.

#ffxiv #writing commissions #anorptron #Sage Bradley #Edmont de Fortemps #Aymeric de Borel #Alphinaud Leveilleur #Tataru Taru #Thancred Waters #familial bonding #mention of injury #minor 3.3 spoilers

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