#my beloved miss pink elf! <3

[s-el-fships]

oh, oh!! you ship with elysia? i'd love to know about your ship with her! if you're okay with talking about it of course c:

hi hi sure!!!

i'm not 100% sure what you mean so i'll give a general overview, i suppose!

elysia was really the character that made me decide i wanted to play honkai. in one of the group chats i'm in, someone posted pictures of her and i was super taken by how pretty she was! pink is one of my favorite colors, crystals and flowers are such a lovely aesthetic, and i have a biiiit of a weakness for elves haha. so it was kinda love at first sight!

when i finally got to meet her in-game i was so excited and just immediately felt this sense of... warmth and safety. i didn't know a ton about her story yet but i knew i was going to enjoy learning!

of course the more time i spent doing elysian realm (and when i got hoh:e!) i just... really got attached. hearing her voice made me so happy and she was just so pretty and lovely to look at, and so sweet! she's been on my bridge since i got her, and i keep the special bridge design from her event up so we match, since there's no real customization outside of emblems and such in honkai. (i keep the flame-chaser emblem on my profile as long as the game allows me to)

as for our relationship itself!! she's so nice spending time with since she's such a soothing presence. i've been thinking lately about how much fun it would be to just... go places together! she's been joining me for my uni classes lately actually which has been nice! i'm not sure if she finds the material interesting, but it makes me happy to share a passion of mine with her.

i'm thinking of the kinds of outfits she might pick for me, but i don't have a lot of clothes that are her style unfortunately :/ i'd love for her to help me choose outfits though, even if it is just to embarrass me a bit! i know she means well, and seeing her smile makes me so happy!

in self-insert terms, i tend to have a daydream about myself being a fairly normal, average person living in a world where my f/o exists, and for some kind of circumstance to bring me to them. i've always felt like i was overly average myself, so i often think that if i lived in a world with magic or something i'd be something different, maybe more special in some way? though in the honkai-verse, i think my only real "special" thing might be better-than-average honkai compatability? ultimately i'm very average irl outside of my General Weirdness, so i like to indulge wish fulfillment and the like a bit in my daydreams and s/i stories! i know i'm not special, but it would make me happy to get to be something special, y'know?

in some way i wind up recruited to meet elysia and be trained by her. she never tells me why i was chosen, but makes hints towards it. we spend time together, talk, have tea and the like. but of course i get to practice my combat skills with her. eventually she reveals the truth to me-- that she's the first herrscher, and she's seeking a successor-- someone who can take her stigmata and protect the world, too. just because she's long gone doesn't mean her wishes for everyone haven't stuck around.

of course if we stay in the honkai-verse things would end up rather sad, but... there is quite a lot of time to imagine our relationship in that verse! recent content shows my ideas weren't too far off from what would wind up happening (mei looks amazing as herrscher of origin!) but i think that even if my s/i wasn't chosen to be the inheritor of her power, she'd still be happy for all that i accomplished and how much i grew. <3

for the two of us in the real world, i'd have a lot of fun introducing her to all the things in this era. i think seeing a world where humans never had to face the honkai would make her happy. we'd send each other positive news stories, find nice quiet places to sit and talk together, and just in general find ways to brighten one another's days.

i really like having her around. she makes me so happy, and i hope that i make her happy too! <3

miss pink elf my beloved!

[itsonlydana]

Heyy I just wanted to ask if you could write something for Thranduil x gn!reader just something really light and fluffy maybe like how he takes care of reader what they do in a day and just spending time together doing romantic things and reader really just enjoying life without a care in the world... (Deine Fanfictions sind soooo super ❤️Ich stecke grade sowas von in der Prüfungsphase es ist echt Gold wert wenn man deine Stories zu Lesen hat🤌🏻 )

Spoil Me, Pamper Me, Love Me | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x gn!reader 👑

a cozy day spent with Thranduil

warnings/tags: none, fluff!

words: 1,4k

an: such a lovely request; had such a fun time writing it :) take the elvish terms of endearment with a grain of salt.. i literally googled them lmao but i made sure to use gender neutral names. [Ich wünsche dir viel Erfolg bei deinen Prüfungen, anon! Ich hatte meine im Februar und hoffe du kommst da gut durch <3]

+ masterlist + rules +

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

Being Thranduil's beloved comes with positives as well as negatives – he is a king, a leader after all, and most of his waking hours are dedicated to keeping up his political alliances.

This spanned from week-long travels to other kingdoms to meetings that could last long enough for most of the day to pass without seeing each other much.

Many of these affairs do not require personal attendance though and only expect Thranduil to correspond through letters; a convenience you both treasured admits all the dragging conferences at round tables that were more draining the less importance of the topic to be discussed – even a royal elitist like Thranduil, who took great pleasure in all things rich and extraordinary drew the line after twelve hours of staring at two types of wood to repair a bridge.

Paperwork days – as you called them – were the perfect opportunity for lazy mornings between you and Thranduil. Drowsily cuddling underneath silken sheets that caught the sunrise in their translucent fabric, shutting out the world for unhurried fooling around in each other's arms and with only your giggles and his huffed laughter carrying any indication you were awake at all.

Breakfast was served in your shared chambers and instead of getting up and dressed you took the small feast in bed, unbothered by the missed chit-chat and gossip that eating in the great hall brought forth for Thranduil's kisses are much sweeter than anything anyone could have done.

There is nothing the Elvenking wouldn't do for his significant other, including providing you with the ripest fruits to feed you only to lose himself in peppering kisses to your lips – chasing after the taste of the fruits that colored your lips red and pink.

"The sweetest," Thranduil mumbles, his lips moving from one upturned corner of your mouth over the bow of your lip to the other corner where he breathes another kiss into the crinkle of amusement that makes no effort of hiding across your whole face.

You are sprawled across the bed, still in an airy night robe that's pushed up to your thighs to leave room for Thranduil's hands to gently caress the skin.

The elf himself towers over you, the comfortable weight of his lean yet strong body pressing down on you as his hair falls over the both of you like a curtain of starlight. Your hands trail over his muscles as kisses the spot behind your ear that has you giggling and nudging your knee against his abdomen to push him away.

"Stop, my King–" you laughed, hands sprawled across his chest without any real strength behind them, "you know I can't stand this teasing!"

You feel the pull of his grin against your skin before you hear the rumble of his deep laugh. "I do, meleth e-guilen, I do," Thranduil says, and tipped his nose against yours, "but that makes it all the more tempting."

Your hands trail up to his shoulders and gather some of the light strands of hair, sweeping it over his back. His skin glows in the sun pouring through the window, thrumming under your touch, and with him draped over you, one warm leg between yours, the heat travels to you even if his broad back blocks out the golden light.

"Awful," you huff, "you are nothing but a dreadful lover, keeping me trapped here in bed." Like your hands on his chest, the words carry no harm behind them or any attempt to push him away from you.

If anything, you revel in the attention he peppers you with. The last weeks had dragged you apart and moments like this, where you had to think about nothing except for your lover's care toward you.

"Awful?" he repeats in a playful tone and makes a move to sit up. "Whatever did I do to deserve such harsh treatment?"

Instead, he quickly grabs you by your waist and before you can realize what's going on he has flipped you over, laughter bubbling up your lungs and spilling out while he falls back onto the mattress, pulling you with him and leaving you to topple over across him.

His fingers dig into your sides, holding you down onto him so you can't even escape the tickling that he dooms you with. "Awful, they say! I will show you dreadful, you minx."

Whenever you do make it out of bed eventually, hair all messed up by his hands, Thranduil insists on dressing you.

He treats you like you are made out of glass, warming up the milky creme in his hands before he massages it into your skin so that the chill doesn't bother you, and he sits behind you on the bed while he combs through your hair.

"Looks like thrush nested here," Thranduil chuckles. He barely evades the hand you swipe back at him as you snort indignantly. "Careful! You will scare the birds if you are not mindful of them"

The curse you throw at him instead has him gasping at the pure filth that leaves your mouth that, after hearing his reaction, curves into a smirk. "Get back to combing, Your Majesty. I do not have all day."

"Your word is my command, guren vell."

Thranduils lips kiss your neck, featherlight and then again, lingering. You sigh and let your head drop backward, falling to his shoulder, and blink up at him through lowered lashes, your eyes full of adoration.

His smile lights up a fire in your heart, the softness of it on marble features a reason to go to war just to see it again and for you to be the only recipient of this gentleness with which he wraps his arms around your middle, the hair comb long forgotten, that fuels the fire for all eternity.

On any other day, the duty to dress you would lay in the hands of your most trusted servants or your own, though nothing reached the level of wonderful that Thranduil made you feel right now, helping you to flowy robes.

For you, he even sinks to his knees, the only being alive that deserves this honor of the Elvenking kneeling in front of them, and you smile down at the crown in his hair, the silver circlet glittering just like his cerulean eyes in the midday sun, as he fixes your shoes for you but not without breathing more kisses on the inside of your calf which he carefully holds.

"Shall we walk through the gardens later?" Thranduils hand falls to your lower back on your way through the intricate floors of the underground palace, evoking a pleasant buzz in your stomach.

"We could go riding out," you muse, thinking back to the last time you and Thranduil had taken out the royal elk.

Thranduil steps closer, ignorant of the servants and elves rushing past you with lowered heads and bows, to nip at the curve of your pointed ear.

For everyone else, it looked like he had just kissed you, but his teeth grazed the delicate skin in a hidden manner.

That's how the public display of his utter devotion to you goes; loving kisses that – away from prying eyes – turn completely devoid of etiquette, as well as his hands that never seem to leave you, whether it's in the form of a simple pressure in your lower back or resting on your side to hold you close to him.

Thranduil did not need to put you on display for everyone to know you were his, the expression in his eyes told the story of a King completely in love in a way that didn't need flashy gems or luxuriant robes; not that those weren't gifts you regularly found yourself unpacking nevertheless.

"Whatever you wish for. My heart is your loyal servant," Thranduil vows, smiling at the bright-eyed expression you gift him at that.

The letters on his desk could wait for a day longer, he had all of eternity to manage his kingdom.

Thranduil spends the rest of the day tied to your side – or behind you on our royal moose, as you take him outside to the forest, Thranduils arms around your waist and his chin propped up on your head, as you let yourself fall into his chest. In these woods, with your beloved's sharp senses taking in all of your surroundings even while he busies himself with twirling the fabric of your robes between his fingers or drops kisses to your shoulder and neck, you are completely safe.

©itsonlydana 2024, character art by MiracleAna on Devianart

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Prince x Witch! Reader pt. 2

TW: Drugging mention, abortion mention, violence, honestly just the ordeal of waking up and finding out you're pregnant.

WANNA GET ME A ☕?

Five Months Ago...

"I need it. I need the reassurance she'll love me when I pick her," Helia said, walking into The Woods.

The Woods have light peaking from the tall trees, vines in the sky, and houses of flying creatures in the tree branches. Like an ecosystem, the fairytale characters and creatures that aren't in a castle harmoniously live in the Woods as a community. Near the lakes and streams are where the mermaids and nymphs live. The forest grounds are where mostly minotaurs, elves, fairies, dragons, and dwarfs live. Meanwhile, the sky has the harpies, phoenixes, and others. But everywhere in the forest has witches, vampires, and other magical beings to find and chat with.

"Excuse me, Mr. Elf, do you know where to find someone who can make a love potion?" Helia asked, tapping on the elf's shoulder.

"Oh wow, another royal in these woods. Luckily, you'll find what you seek right in front of you. My friend Y/N made extra potions of the highest quality with the most potent ingredients for the upcoming ball of Prince Helia," The elf responds, handing Helia a vile of pink liquid.

"Do the people who requested this potion want to use it on the prince?" Helia asks, giving the elf some golden coins. "And what does this friend of yours look like? Is she a witch?

"Haha! No. Let's just say gala and ball babies are trendy," The elf laughs, creeping out Helia. "But if you want to see her, look there."

Helia looks at the sunny Woods' path and sees a witch with a basket of herbs, fruit, and meat.

"She's beautiful," Helia thought, embodying the feeling of being bewitched.

Helia returns to his castle and doesn't look back at the woods, for if he did, he'd never return.

~~~~~~~~~~

It's been six months since the ball, and your relationship with Helia couldn't be better. However, that's because after the first love potion dose wore off on Helia, he's been giving you doses so you can't wake up from your lovely dream. But more importantly, the two of you have been preparing for the arrival of your baby girl, Maya.

"How's my beloved wife doing?" Helia asks, crawling onto the bed and rubbing your big stomach.

"You're gone too long. You missed our little girl kicking when I ate some peppers," You say, kissing your husband.

"Aw, sorry I missed your feeding time, baby," Helia coos, kissing your stomach. "How about this? I'll give you extra cuddles while we sleep."

"No complaints from me as long as I get free access to your cock if I get horny," You say, pulling back the covers and letting your husband in.

"Deal."

Helia climbs into bed and spoons you as sleep creeps up on you for the 45th time today. You wake up at 3 am, your body floating a foot in the air. Questions run through your fatigued body as you process your surroundings. A mirror sparkles in the moonlight, and you see the silhouette of your pregnant belly.

"Wha?" You whisper, subconsciously feeling the other side of the bed as if someone was supposed to be there.

You get up and look at your body. Your stomach is large with child, and your breasts are big and swollen with milk. You stare at your reflection in horror, touching your stomach and confirming your new reality. A whimper escapes your lips, and you sink to the ground. Your fetus kicks your stomach, and your whimpers turn into cries.

"Stop moving!" You cry, your nails digging into your stomach.

Your fetus kicks more and more, making you look for a way out of the bedroom. You see an uneven wall and run towards it, hitting the wall for a secret opening. Eventually, you hit the right spot, and an opening appears, leading to a dark passageway with cobblestone stairs spiraling downward. You put a hand on the wall to help keep your balance and go down the stairs, hoping for an escape. When you reach the end, you take your first step toward freedom as you walk on the crisp new grass of spring.

"Into the Woods I go," You say, walking away from the castle and to your home.

It's a silent walk on the way home as the village surrounding the castle is asleep. With only you, your fetus, and your thoughts, you begin to talk to your daughter.

"You know, I thought about trying to find someone to abort you, but it wouldn't matter anyway. No one on this land, Woods or not, would do it. Ever since the royal family passed the lineage law a century ago, nobody could abort a fetus of royal lineage, illegitimate or not. The last time someone did that led to everyone not human living in The Woods. It's not your fault you're inside me, it's not my fault I'm pregnant with you, it's not our fault we were in that castle," You say, stumbling into the lively Woods.

As you walk the village's dirt roads, the castle erupts with noise. You hear horses leaving their stables and running out.

"No, no," You groan, walking into the Woods faster.

"Find Queen Y/N, and bring her back to the castle or King Helia. Do not harm her!" The royal head knight commands, making you run further into the Woods.

The Woods become dark, and the liveliness you love and know becomes non-existent.

"I must be in the Fairytale district," You say, holding your stomach as you trek through the dark woods full of thorns, shrubbery, and trees that seem to be closing in.

"My love," Helia says, seeing your figure in the woods.

You run, tearing your dress as it gets caught in the thorns.

"Y/N, my love! Wait! You'll hurt yourself!" Helia yells, making his horse speed up.

You jump over a fallen tree and try not to focus on the pain from your feet.

"Leave me alone!" You yell, sliding down a steep hill.

You think you can handle the speed, but suddenly, you're sliding out of control. You scream as you head toward a dark valley full of fog and embrace your stomach, preparing for the worst. A hand grabs your arm at the last minute, and you're dangling an inch above raging rapids. Helia carries you back up, and you both rest on the forest floor.

"Are you crazy? You could've gotten yourself killed!" Helia screams, grabbing your shoulders.

"It would've been better than whatever was going on in that castle!" You scream, holding your stomach. "Do you know what it's like waking up and not knowing what happened to your body? What happened to yourself, and why you can't recognize places that feel familiar?"

"All you had to do was stay as my sweet wife, but it's my fault. I didn't give you another dose of love in time. But I won't make that mistake again," Helia states, pulling out a syringe filled with a love potion.

"No! No, please!" You beg, holding Helia's hands.

"Just stay still, and it'll all be over!" Helia screams, trying to stab your neck.

"NO!"

Magic shoots out of your body, flinging Helia across the forest. The silence from the forest takes over, leaving you with your tears and your baby's kicks.

"I'm sorry, May-Maya-no, May. That's right, May. I'm sorry, May. I shouldn't have hurt your daddy," You ramble, crawling to Helia's body.

You grab the syringe and use your magic to incinerate it. Then, you tap on your husband's cheeks for a sign of life. If his body is found in The Woods, it'll be the end of the magical and supernatural creatures in the kingdom.

"Helia, please. Please wake up," You beg, lightly slapping his cheeks.

"Mm...my love, you didn't leave," Helia groans, weakly holding your hand.

You couldn't leave. Not if you wanted any semblance of a future for your friends and family.

"Hey, how about we read parenting books, and have dinner?" You suggest, hoping he will not wonder where the love potion went.

"Queen Y/N, what happened to King Helia?" The head knight asks, jumping off his horse.

"A bear was about to attack me. Helia defended me and got wounded in the battle," You lie, holding Helia's hand.

"Guards, take King Helia to the infirmary for treatment and get the royal doctor and wizard. I'll take Queen Y/N back to her quarters," The head knight commands, picking you up and putting you on his horse.

And so, the witch and the prince return to their castle. Their unborn child is as calm as ever as the witch opens a book with a stork carrying a baby on the cover. The prince, now king, curls up next to his wife, his hand rubbing her belly. The witch hiding her disgust and she turns the next page.

[reapersynth]

!! (hi tell me about your Creatures)

alrighty I am resuming these (sorry again for it taking me so long)

Send me a !! and I'll introduce you to an oc!

Here comes an old beloved OC I don't use anymore (but would like to again someday): Ozoka Sunstorm

Age: 27 Identity: he/him + trans & bi Species: half orc + half elf Birthsign: Pisces MBTI: INFJ Occupation: Archmage Class/Spec: Wizard (water/primal magic specialist) Alignment: Lawful Good

He started as an oc for a homebrew campaign that I ended up leaving because it was toxic as hell but he was one of my favorite ocs at some point <3 I miss his funky ways. He had an orc shaman mother and an elven archer father, but they died at sea shortly after he was born (on the same ship) and was later adopted by tiefling parents after they found him perfectly healthy in a bassinet washed up on shore. He later left home to study magic, which he had a natural affinity for.

He became the first orc-blooded individual in the campaign's world to achieve Archmage status, and he has Child Prodigy Burnout but is super sweet and definitely a goody-two-shoes. He has a hot goth half-orc warlock for a boyfriend <3 I always associate him with the ocean and the color pink. He's very fashionable.

[seokmatthewz]

alright here have more. pink dress u know the one, picnics, sunsets, that one glove that im obsessed w (nd funnily enough can never reemember if its a full pair or just one), strawberries & cherries, vampires & fairies & elfs, oranges n mandarines (as a Concept), shrimp as we know, entering a warm house at the end of a v cold day, limji + loveholic, light on me/color rush

PINK DRESS!!! i think I'd commit a real actual crime to have a sunset picnic why is it cold why is there snow its messing w my ideal life... BDKDNDJ its a pair i tragically can't show tht its a pair tho bc i must hold the phone w one hand to take a selfie </3 so u will have to take my word for it 😔😔 strawberries nd cherries very good tasty fruits and also YES the three creatures tht i am actually in real life, thank u for the as a concept bc i can't eat those fruits they're the bell peppers of fruits to me but i appreciate them as a concept 😤😤😤💖 SHRIMP !!! omg tht is the sensation....the only one we need as a society.... thank u for LIMJI i wld die if i was not the resident limjitual loveholic perpetual soty and color rush hilarious beloved but light on me made me so mad it made me almost die HDKDNDJ i love bad gay dramas tho.....gna start another w han tonight rhfkfnfkf thank u miss millie my dearly beloved fairy friend this is so iconic of u.....mwah mwah mwah mwah 💓💞💕💖💕💗💞💘💕💞💞💓💘💞💗💞💘💞💕💘💞💞

tell me 3 things you associate with me!!

[elesianne]

Favourite works of 2020

I was tagged by @houndsofvalinor-art and @alystraea, thank you!

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I wrote and posted more in 2020 than during any year before and I do love pretty much all of the fics I finished (unloved works also tend to remain unposted, lol) so choosing works for this was difficult but here are 6+2 of my favourites from the 24 fics I finished in 2020.

1. is Ever-beloved, my exploration of Eldalótë/Edhellos's life from childhood to death, with a focus on her marriage to Angrod. It's a romance story, definitely, but in it I finally managed to cover in one fic all the tumultuous events that the members of the house of Finwë go through. Well, up to Dagor Bragollach, because [spoilers]. I enjoyed getting to know the house of Finarfin much better both through research into everything that HoME says about them and by developing Edhellos, Angrod, Aegnor and Orodreth's characterisations beyond quick mentions for the first time. I also enjoyed writing another quiet, gentle protagonist, showing the inner strength that such a character can have.

2. Of Míriel's line is the 'baby sequel' about Caranthir and Tuilindien having their first child. Romance, a bit of angst (courtesy of Caranthir's inherited fears about the dangers of child-bearing), tons of fluff, and family interactions – all my favourite things to write in one fic! Bits of this fic are from 2017, including the child's name, but most I wrote last year, and stitched all the little bits together – this fic is another one of my (many, many) Frankenstein's monsters…

3. Out of all the fics I wrote last year, I probably had the most pure fun writing Pink dress and high heels, suit and tie (AO3, Tumblr). I initially wrote it in bullet-points because 1) I was afraid I wouldn't be able to capture it in words fast enough (it was one of those fics that arrived in my brain fully formed and demanded, screaming, to be written down) and 2) because it felt so indulgent – being an AU of my own fic – that I didn't know if I'd find the nerve to post it. I found the nerve to make the changes to turn it into a proper little fic and post it, several people loved it which made me very happy, and I've been fighting the urge to write a sequel. Writing a modern AU for a change was fun, and I could finally use as many modern swearwords as I felt the characters' emotional state warranted!

4. In the sun, you (AO3; Tumblr) was my first attempt at writing about the Edain, and my second femslash. I'm proud that I managed to find a 'voice' for Haleth, and I enjoyed writing a… quiet story about strong emotions. I loved crafting the few, short, but very meaningful sentences that Haleth and Aeres say to each other.

5. In another world (AO3, Tumblr) was inspired by @houndsofvalinor-art's lovely art for the TRSB and is my attempt to give Aredhel a slightly kinder fate, at least for a little while. I liked exploring Aredhel and Celegorm's characters at this point in time and how they are together, and the nebulous borders of friendship and attraction and love, and the exceptions that people make for those they love.

6. Inspired by the line 'But it is said that released soon from Mandos, he went to Valinor and there dwells with Amárië' (HoME 11, Grey Annals) and by Rhapsody's digimanip for the TRSB, The faithful is the fic about Amárië and Finrod that I've been trying to write for years. It did not turn out quite as I expected or hoped but I like it anyway. I wanted to explore and build up Amárië – what did she do during the centuries that Finrod was gone? Surely not just sit and pine? – and Finrod after his death and re-embodiment – what does he now want, having lost much but also regained the chance for other things? – and how they renegotiate their relationship on new, perhaps more equal footing.

+1 About 95% of Your spirit calling out to mine was written during 2016, 2017, 2018 and 2019 (sigh) but that crucial last 5% I wrote in the first week of 2020 so I'll mention it here. It remains and will likely remain for a long time the fic I'm the proudest of. My novel-length elf romance! With many warts and weaknesses, but also a lot of good stuff and nice lines and even some worldbuilding (which I hate doing, lol).

+2 is a fic I've finished but haven't posted because there's a part missing in the Lothíriel/Éomer series before it: A queen's honour, about Lothíriel and Éomer's first serious argument. It has a different tone and attitudes than my fics usually do, and it's a small, neat little fic, and I look forward to posting it one day. A snippet can be read here.

I don't know if they've been tagged already but off the top of my head, I'll tag @arofili @absynthe--minded @cosmicgong @katarrinskey @alkarinqque @busymagpie @aamuusva @forth-eorlinga

Tumblr seems to be making some mentions and links invisible no matter what I try, grr! I hope they work anyway.

[wildwhiskey236]

Character Interview Tag

I was tagged by @albarnesauthor!

We will be interviewing my OC’s from my NaNo WIP Embracing Shadows. (A/N- I wanna do this a little differently than what I’ve done before, so it may get long but stick with me.)

Our five assholes sit in the laughably nondescript room, scowls immediately crossing their faces, protests on their lips at the description. The author reminds them of their current behavior in their story and all protests die on their lips, several of them muttering an agreement that yeah, maybe they were assholes. 

1: What is your full name?

“Hector Greatsnarl.”

“Lauren Rosewing.”

“Lindsey Hallowedstrike.”

“Davy Evenflaw.”

“Natia Stoutblossom.”

Eyes turn to Natia, Hector and Lauren giving her a flat stare while Lindsey smirked, Davy commented, “We all know that isn’t your real name, no need to lie about it anymore.”

“Fine. My real name is Aster- but I prefer Natia.”

2: What does your full name mean?

“Well Aster means star and Natia means light, which is why I chose it.”

“Ever the romantic. Lindsey means from an island, which is appropriate I guess but I think my parents were trying to pick the least elven name possible.”

“I like your name. Davy means beloved.”

“Lauren is vaguely based off of a tree, Laurel.”

“Not surprising for a fairy. Hector means to hold fast.”

3: What are your other names/nicknames

“Most of us respond to ‘that asshole’.” Lindsey leaned back in his chair. “I call Davy my vhenan.“

“You have literally never called me that.”

“Maybe I should start. It means ‘my heart’ in elven.”

“No offense,” Lauren cut in, “But you two are about as far away from elven as I have ever seen.”

4: What’s your gender?

Everyone glanced at each other. Hector, Lindsey, and Davy were all men, built like the soldiers they were. Natia was lithe and strong like the assassin and hunter she was, but she still took hold of her own femininity. Lauren, ever the academic, was softer and had the gentler curves of someone who didn’t spend her life training and fighting with weapons. 

5: What’s your sexuality?

“In case you didn’t pick it up, I am Not Straight (TM). Men, women, elf, dwarf, fairy, human, nymph- but I’m taken.” Lindsey said, casting a soft look to Davy.

“I’m gay.” 

“I’ve never been interested in romance or sex. What the word for it? Asexual?Aromantic?  Yeah, those are me.” Lauren offered up, somewhat satisfied that she finally got to say it.

“I’m straight.” Natia said, followed by Hector’s “Me too.”

6: Where are you from?

“I’m from the Highlands, just East of Provda and Ebarria. I’m here to study human and dwarven magical practices.” Lauren perked up before quieting herself and rambling. 

“I’m from Ilseburry up north. It’s much better here in Provda.” Lindsey said.

“Natia and I are half-Provdan half-Ebarrian.” Hector offrered. 

“But you grew up in Provda and I grew up in Ebarria. They are very different places.”

“I’m also half Provdan- my mother was an elf from the Highlands, but I’ve never been there.” Davy added.

7: How old are you?

“Go ahead Lauren. Tell them hold old you are.” Natia smirked, heat rising to the fairy’s face. 

“Fairies mature slower than humans or elves. Just because I’m in my forties-”

“Really? I thought I was the oldest one at 28.” Davy signed in relief. Lindsey smirked.

“I’m 27.”

“I’m 25.” Hector said, eyes turning to Natia again, who had sunken down in her chair. 

“I didn’t realize how old all of you were.” She muttered. “I’m only 23.”

“So Lauren, how’s the baby-sitting going?”

“I’m going to outlive all you humans and elves.”

8: What is your magic form/what species are you?

“Well, I’m a fairy with a natural affinity for magic.” Lauren restated.

“I’m elven. But not a stuffy, traditional, better-than-you elf. ” Lindsey’s pointed ears twitched.

“I’m half elven. The worst kind of elven apparently.” Davy commented, a slight bitter tone tracing his words.

“Better than us humans.” Natia offered, her own tone lighter and more playful as she glanced at Hector.

9: What does your human form look like?

“I take offense at that.” Lauren joked, her long brown hair curled over her shoulder, green eyes practically sparkling with humor.

Lindsey also snorted, his own blue eyes rolling at the question. Above his brow his straight blonde hair was slicked back as he ran a hand over it, stretching out in the chair. Davy sat still beside him, brown eyes and curly brown hair speaking for themselves, his slightly pointed nose giving him an impish, elvish effect, the tips of his smaller pointed ears just visible through the curls. 

Hector also leaned back in his chair, his longer black hair curling around his neck, his deeply tanned skin and dark brown eyes speaking for themselves. Natia’s skin was darker, her long dark brown hair pulled back in a braid and lighter brown eyes watching me with an exasperated face that said, “Move on to the next questions already.”

10: What’s your aesthetic?

Natia fingered her daggers, exquisitely crafted from silver and decorated with obsidian, heavily enchanted and small diamonds inlaid to represent the gods she worshiped. 

“Beaches with gold sand and dark blue water. We didn’t have beaches like that in Ilseburry.” Lindsey said wistfully, longing to be there instead of answering more questions. 

“The forests at sunset, the dark green and golden pink skies.” Davy added quietly. 

“I miss the flowers that grew in the Highlands, with blue petals and pink centers. They were really pretty.” Lauren picked at her dress of the same colors. 

“I like when night turns into a red daybreak before a storm.” Hector said, giving no other explanation.

11: Who’s your best friend?

“Lindsey,”

“Davy,”

The two of them said together, Hector poutning. He wasn’t sure what he expected from them but he muttered, “Davy and Lindsey,” anyway, sad still that they were his best friends but he wasn’t theirs.

“My brother Zach.” Lauren said.

“...” Natia hestiated. “Probably Hector.”

The group glanced at each other and then at me, indicating that it was time to move and make a sharp change of subject.

12: Would you ever get a piercing/ tattoo?

“I’ve got a few piercings.” Natia indicated to her ears with several studs placed up an down her ears. “I was never into tattoos.”

“I’ve got a tattoo of my parents names in respect for them.” Hector indicated to his forearm where the two names were inked.

“I always thought it would be sexy if-” Lindsey started, but Davy cut him off.

“No. I said I wouldn’t do that.” Blood rushed to Davy’s face and ears. 

13: When are you happiest?

“In the tavern with my friends.” Hector was the first to speak up.

“With Lindsey, after getting back from a hunt or scouting mission and just getting to eat or fall asleep together.” Lindsey looked at Davy again with soft eyes, nodding.

“When I finally perfect a spell or potion or enchantment, seeing my effort turn into something.” Lauren continued. 

“I don’t feel like answering this question.” The others gave Natia a look. “Fine, bickering with you all, you assholes.”

They awed. 

“The baby enjoys our company.”

14: What’s your biggest secret?

Everyone looked to Natia. 

“I mean, it's not a secret anymore.” She started, sighing. “I was part of a group of assassins and my kill count is somewhere in the hundreds. I ran away, changed my name, and lied to everyone about it for two years. Anyone else got a secret?”

“My parents were killed by said assassins.” Hector said darkly. 

“This is supposed to be a light-hearted interview not couples therapy. My biggest secret is that my father was King of Ilseburry.”

“You’re just now mentioning this?!” Davy gasped, a grin breaking across Lindsey’s face.

“No, I’m just a notorious trickster. Davy’s secret is that he gets very cranky when his socks get wet.”

“It’s an unpleasant feeling!”

“Back in the Highlands, I’m actually considered to not be very pretty according to fairy standards. I’ve never told anyone that.” Lauren casually dropped, the others once again glancing to each other. Somehow that seemed unbelievable but no one knew enough about fairies to object.

15: What was your first impression of your S/O?

“What a giant dork.” Davy muttered, earning a laugh from everyone but Lindsey, who looked away, slightly embarrassed. “He was trying to flirt with me and tripped over a tree root, falling face first into thistle bush.”

“Thanks, babe. Here I was going to say you were the exact image of what I thought an elf should be- graceful, good looking, and into nature shit, if not just a little short. Are we done here yet? We have people to kill now.”

Lindsey didn’t wait before getting up and leaving the room, Davy and Hector following after him, Lauren profusely apologizing as she left, closing the door behind her.

I started gathering my notes before- hey? Where did Natia go?

“Don’t move.” I heard the voice after I felt the press of a cool blade against my neck, Natia grabbing my hair to hold my head back and expose my neck better. 

“This is a warning. You better finish this damn WIP and you better give them a good ending. If not I’ll reach through the computer screen and give you the worst writer’s block you’ve ever experienced.”

In an instant the knife was gone and I sucked in air, breathing heavy before turning around, Natia just gone.

I, uh, I’ve got work to do.

I’ll tag @weathershade, @crypticsx, @emdop, @milkyway-writes if any of you feel like doing one of these!

[bloodyfangedtiger]

Found You

It was never supposed to be like this, not on some abandoned ship with some creature lurking in the shadows out for blood. In a quadrant that he and this ship are not supposed to be in.

He's supposed to be home or the closest thing the ship is to home. He's supposed to be on the USG Rosario in his quarters or in the clinic having this pup, finally telling his commander of their existence and telling him he's sorry.

He covered his mouth as another contraction wracked through his body. He stumbled through the metal plated hallway with various wires and beams sticking out and obstructing his path in some places, keeping his footsteps quiet and trying not to make a sound.

He passes a mirror on his way to well anywhere safe where he can deliver his hybrid, he stops to gaze at his reflection. His vibrant blue eyes tired and bloodshot with dark bags underneath from his time here surviving on the ship. His silver hair still messy with bed head from when he fell asleep at his desk weeks ago. He lets his eyes travel down to his stomach, turning to the side to see if there is any change from when he was first impregnated. If you didn't know what you were looking for you might have missed it, but after his watching his body for nearly two years now, he's noticed the slight bump on his lower waist. Watched it move from time to time when they stretched their limbs or would kick him to demand attention.

He cups the bump, brushing his thumb over the cloth and smiling when he feels a hand press back to his touch.

He thanks god that he was able to think fast when he was still training and made his suit out of nano fabric to take more damage and dish out even more than enough to prove a point. Otherwise, he doesn't think either of them would be alive now.

He hears a roar in the distance and instantly drops his dreams to keep moving. Just a little farther, they can make it just a little more.

Meanwhile*

A creature reaching the height of at least eight feet with long pointed ears that rotate from being at the top of his head to hanging flat on the sides (look up dark elf from World Of Warcraft) with glowing yellow eyes and sharp canine like teeth ground said teeth in agitation as his purple skin the shade of a dark plum rippled with the same feeling.

"Have you found him yet?!" The creature growled, its voice deep and booming as it filled the room. Its body looking to be male and very furious. "Have you found my mate?! Have you found Benjamin?!"

Creatures of similar appearance flinched at this voice, the voice full of command and pain.

"Commander, we've managed to find your interpreter. His heart rate has spiked and his hormone levels..."

"Kabuto!" One of the creatures, a female looking type with a height of six feet and a skin tone of a light pink with lavender eyes approached the towering man. "I need to talk to you."

She led the man away into the hallway near the room. She broke down and dropped to her knees, her tiny hands covering her eyes. "I'm so sorry! He made me promise not to tell! He was so scared to tell you!" She sobbed into her hands.

The one known as Kabuto placed his large hand upon her delicate shoulder "Lillian, what did Ben make you promise not to tell?" He asked her gently, his throat rumbling in a comforting purr.

Lillian hiccupped between sobs "Two weeks ago...he came to the clinic. He reported feeling weak and that he felt unusual movement in abdominals." She took a deep breath before looking up at her commander "I found a pup, a pup outside of its egg within him. A hybrid of human and Valtry! He did not want me to tell you that he was carrying your child! Please don't think ill of him, Kabuto!"

The commander froze as the words sunk in, he stood startlingly fast and stalked out of the room "I must find him! I must find my mate!"

†††

The one now known as Ben bit into a rag as he laid down on a cot in the medical bay of this abandoned ship with his child pressing against his body, begging to be free. You've been through worse, childbirth is a breeze compared to the other shit I've done.

He took a deep breath and pressed the control panel on his chest to deactivate the nanites, leaving him in a wife beater and black briefs which are now soaked through. He shimmied out of the briefs and can feel his little one wriggling around, pressing against his entrance insistently. Demanding to be born at this instance.

Ben chuckled and laid down calmly on his back, legs spread to accomodate the newborn then pressing down when he feels another contraction. Biting hard into the rag covered screwdriver to cover his screams while he mentally counts how long he should push.

1, 2, 3 stop.

He took in a quick inhale and then reached down, he could feel the head and tiny ears. If he times it right and uses all his strength, he should be able to push them out with one big push.

Ben fixed his grip on the screwdriver, then laid on his side to bring his legs up to his chest and wrap his arms around them tightly. With one enormous amount of tremendous effort and determination he gave it his all in one last push that forced his young from his body and onto the sheets of the cot.

He uncurled himself from his position and pawed around in the dark for his child.

There was a hiccup he heard and felt under his palm before he heard the squeaking cry of his child. "Shh shh, I'm here I'm here." He crooned gently before bringing the child close to him and guide it to his breast to drink.

"Whoa, never knew it would feel like this." Ben chuckled and cradled his baby close to him.

"Benjamin!" He heard his name being called before the door was wrenched open by force and light streamed in from outside from a flashlight on his commander's armor.

The human looked up at the Valtry while he held their offspring and only smiled. "Hey, Kabuto meet your kid. I was going to tell you-" he didn't get to finish his sentence because the large alien wrapped its arms around him. "I understand why you were scared, Rivuska (beloved) but you can tell me anything. I chose you and only you regardless of being an interpreter, a bodyguard or a human man. I gave you my mark for you are Benjamin Krites and are my Sciosana (mate, promised one, one and only)."

That night or day, the two slept in the commander's chambers with their daughter Elise Riva Krites_Vesk sleeping between them. A hybrid with green eyes like the ones Ben had before his transformation along with brown hair and light lavender skin. Though her eyes and hair are human like, the rest of her is all Valtry.

Pointy ears that rotate from the back to the front, strong arms and legs, small nubs along her spine and arms where horns will eventually grow.

Kabuto held his daughter and mate close, kissing the top of Ben's head and murmuring with a small sob "I'm glad that I found you, Rivuska."

[dewitty1]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Various Harry Potter Characters, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, HP: EWE Summary:

Harry’s successful cake/pastry career brings an old nemesis as a new client.

Excerpt:

There was a soft sound of bells and Harry brushed his hands together, getting rid of the fine sugar had clung to them. Checking to see that his smock was fairly clean, he stepped from the large warm bakery into the front section of his tiny shop, the welcoming smile on his face growing tight as he saw who his prospective clients were.

The Malfoys; at least, Draco Malfoy and his children. Since his divorce from Lady Antonia Malfoy, Draco Malfoy’s public presence had rivalled Harry’s in levels of reclusive, emerging only to do his job of running the Potions testing department at the Ministry. No more extravagant parties that the Lady had been fond of throwing; no more grand soirees that were splashed on the front pages of The Prophet, Malfoy’s face a calm mask as his wife (ex-wife now, Harry’s mind amended) flitted from guest to guest, her long dark hair swinging from side to side.

Harry had disliked her immensely; she had once referred to his beloved shop as plebeian and, out of sheer malice, he had refused to cater a birthday party of hers, no matter how much of Malfoy’s money she had the gall to offer. Harry had been inexplicably delighted when Parvati, on one of her weekly trips for meringue, had whispered that they were finally separating.

Now, he flushed as Malfoy gazed at him strangely, more than likely taking in how messy his hair still was, most likely decorated with a streak or two of flour. Each of Malfoy’s hands were occupied; a little girl stood by his side, her small hand gripping his larger one as Malfoy shifted a tiny boy slung comfortably his other arm. Both children had the distinct Malfoy features, the wide grey eyes, and the sharp chin; the baby, however, had hair that was as black as Harry’s, obviously taking that from his mother. There was a small house-elf standing behind them, a basket in its wrinkled hands. Harry was more than a little surprised that Malfoy was walking with his children, instead of having them trail behind with the house-elf. He looked very…paternal.

The little girl spoke up suddenly, brushing blond wispy hair out of her eyes.

“Good morning, Mr. Potter,” she intoned politely. “My name is Iolanthe Malfoy and I would like a cake.”

Merlin, what a name, Harry thought and smiled faintly down at her, opening his mouth to speak. The baby in Malfoy’s arms pulled his thumb out of his mouth and addressed Harry as well.

“Ricky want cake!” the baby crowed and Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“Aelric, no shouting,” he admonished and gave Harry a frosty smile. “Good morning, Potter. I had forgotten this was your establishment.”

“Did you?” Harry said with an acidic smile. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me from your wife.”

“I don’t know if Daddy did,” Iolanthe said sadly. “My mommy doesn’t live with us anymore.”

Malfoy used a few seconds to glare at Harry, who felt abashed. He summoned his portfolio and went around the counter, inclining his head in invitation to one of the round tables that were scattered throughout the space that he had tried to make into a eating area, since quite a few of his patrons simply could not wait to go home and sample their purchases. The tables were old, but clean, helping to lend to the shops its comfortable, rustic air.

Iolanthe insisted on climbing onto one of her father’s knees, helped up by the house-elf, as the boy was placed on the other; his little hands reached instantly for the small bunch of wildflowers that had been placed in the centre of the table. Malfoy pushed it further away with the side of his hand, smiling a little as the self-named Ricky yelled in indignation.

“He’ll tear it to pieces,” Malfoy explained and nodded to his little girl. “Go on, Io. Tell him how you want your birthday cake to be.”

She shifted around so that she could place her arms on the surface of the table, settling into a serious look of debate. Harry met Malfoy’s eyes over her head; his face was carefully blank, but the light eyes seemed to hold a sheen of amusement.

“Butterflies,” Io declared and wrinkled her brow at Harry. “I want butterflies.”

“Please,” Malfoy murmured. Harry tried not to fall off his chair in shock.

“Please,” Io repeated dutifully. Harry nodded, turning his attention to his portfolio, flipping the pages. He had done butterflies once…where was it…ah, there. He turned it around and stood the portfolio upright, knowing that the photograph, being a Wizarding one, would show the bright sugar wings waving delicately. Io’s eyes lit up.

“Yes, like those!” She grasped both edges of the thick book and pulled it a little closer. “Oh, but not so large. May I have them smaller, Daddy?”

“I’m not the one making them, Io,” Malfoy said in that low drawling voice that Harry had always despised. Yet, now that it held an indulgent tone, it was very attractive; Harry kept his eyes firmly on Io’s face as he felt Malfoy eyes rest on him. “I’m sure Mr. Potter is capable of making them any size you like.”

“Very capable,” Harry said firmly. “And these are just plain colours. You can get them in polka-dots and stripes. Anything you like, Miss Malfoy.”

“Io,” the little girl said shyly, looking up at her father for permission. Malfoy nodded, bouncing her a little on his knee as a small smile flitted across the sharp features. “You can call me Io, Mr. Potter.”

“Eye-ooohhh,” The baby said in a soft, sleepy voice and grabbed after her long blond braid. They were all staring at Harry, even the baby, who was chewing contemplatively on the end of the braid. Malfoy noticed and pulled it out of his mouth, giving Harry time to collect his bearings. The weight of those grey gazes was heavy, especially Malfoy’s. Harry could have sworn that Malfoy had glanced at his mouth, for a split second. He licked his lips; maybe he had some sugar on there. No, nothing like that at all. Strange, because now that he had done that, those grey eyes had flickered to his lips again.

“Alright, Io.” Harry gave her a charming smile, resolving to ignore Malfoy; Io grinned back, looking more like the child she was instead of a little adult she was obviously trying to be. Harry wondered if this was how Malfoy had looked at this age. “You may call me Uncle Harry, if you want.”

“Alright.” She went on to explain how many butterflies she wanted (26); how many tiers to be on her cake (3); and the colours to be used (violet and pink). Harry took notes while fending off Ricky’s sudden interest in his quill. Ricky complained in babbling baby-talk to his father, who reached in the basket and gave the child a slice of fruit, encouraging him gently as the baby made a face.

“Come on, now,” he heard Malfoy croon as Ricky fussed. “How will you know you won’t like it if you’ve never tried it? Ah, see? Isn’t that good?”

“I’ve all the information I need,” Harry said, feeling a little shaky at this display of loving father, wondering just who Malfoy had as an example. Malfoy’s love for his children was apparent, the way he smiled as Ricky devoured the papaya, the manner in which he gently set his daughter on the ground as he rose to his feet. Malfoy’s family was small yet close; Harry felt a sense of longing burn in his chest, the same way it did when he visited the Burrow or his other friends.

“Kindly send the bill to my office,” he said now, the cool of his voice contrasting so sharply with the warm tone that he had used with Io. Harry nearly shivered. “Io, have you ordered any other treats?”

“Uncle Harry can make anything else he thinks of, I don’t mind.” Io took her father’s hand and grinned up at Harry. “Won’t you?”

“Of course.” Harry smile was still on his face as he glanced back up at Malfoy, who gave him a long unreadable stare… and then smiled slowly in return. His smile was a lot more predatory than Io’s had been, looking as if he would like nothing more than to snack on Harry.

Harry’s overactive imagination supplied him with an image of Malfoy nibbling gently on his bare shoulder; Harry ruthlessly squashed down that enticing picture. Malfoy had been married, after all. It was very unlikely he would be interested in Harry. Even with his subversive actions in the war that had gotten necessary information for the Order to fight, they had conferred only a few times and spoken even less. It had been a war, Harry mused. He had been busy trying to live. Oh, now and again he would think about the straight fall of Malfoy’s hair and if it felt as soft as it looked, but that was when he had been safely ensconced in his bed.

[shiranai-atsune]

VLD gKND (cuz’ I couldn’t think of an actual title)

I just had a burst of inspiration and it actually got me to write again after such a long time! I wrote this little piece of fanfiction based on another fandom and a bunch of other ideas I had in my storage. I hope you give it a chance to read it. Tell me how it is, be honest but go easy on me.

Write a scene based on the gKND trailer. Lance is Nigel while Lotor is Chad.

Set Post Season 7. Season 8 is disregarded.

Lance is part of the Alliance, one of the members of the Great Diamond Authority. Her outfit is a combination of armor and a dress, like Arturia Pendragon, but there is a cut on the chest revealing her Blue Diamond gemstone.

Red had agreed with Lana’s desire to retrieve Lotor She was glad he understood, they had actually begun to become quite close. Although she missed Blue, she and Red had something greater of a bond entirely, seeing as their time together excessed her time with Blue.

Lance took Red and teamed up with Honerva to gain access to the Quintessence field and retrieve Lotor. There, she double-crossed Honerva (guess she’s teaming up with the Paladins to stop Lance and the Alliance?), took the Altean colonials to Pink Diamond’s Human (now also Lance’s Altean) zoo, and turned Lotor into C.C. (putting him in that weird prison suit outfit and putting him inside a capsule dome which is thought to hold poison gas)

In a big but dark room, Lana stands, her finger hovering over a large red diamond-shaped button. It was the button that would activate the Alliance’s Diamond Starkiller base.

A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek as Lana takes a deep breath. She is nervous, pressured by her higher ups to make this decision. She is aware that after making this choice, there is no going back. She knew that she has to make sacrifices in order to reach her goal, even if that sacrifice involved the genocide of billions of lives.

She slowly lowered her finger, trying to stop herself trembling, and inwardly hoping that her observers are far away enough to not notice her nervousness, when she heard an all too familiar voice.

“NO! There are innocent people there! Your people! Your family! Your friends!”

It was Prince Lotor. After double crossing Haggar and shooting her off into space and to who knows where, she knocked him unconscious so he would not cause a disturbance during her trip back to one of the Alliance’s main base, the Kingdom of Lucis, where she and the rest of the Valvraves resided. She forgot to check the dose of sedate in the tranquilizer gun before shooting him. He surprised her, she panicked and in the heat of the moment, just picked it up and shot him.

He was once a prince. Great, powerful, and had plans to change the entire universe. She slightly turned her head to look at him, with his disheveled appearance; his beautiful long silky silvery white hair was now a tangled mess, his armor gone and now wears the orange jumpsuit for a regular prisoner. He is kneeled down to the grown, pulling back those plasma-charged chains linked to the floor and his handcuffs, restraining him from running towards her or to his escape.

“It’s riddled with the disease. Infested. Too far gone.” Lana coldly replied. Deep down inside of her, there was a part that was fighting, resisting, telling her not to go through with this.

“What about Team Voltron?” Lotor cried. “Coran, Allura, Shiro, Pidge, Hunk, and Keith!”

Of course, she never forgot about them. They were all-too familiar names she recited every night before going to bed. Hearing them out loud from another’s voice felt so foreign to her. Even though she never forgot about them and no matter how much time has passed, the last name had shot a pang through her heart and left her wondering about his, as well as the others’ well-beings.

“Keith would never let you do this…” He said in a condescending tone. She could tell her was pointing his finger at her and she doesn’t know why, exactly.

Lana had wanted to snap back, “How do you know that?! You don’t even know him!”. Lotor only knew Keith as an enemy from whatever intel he received from his spies. But even so, he was right and she knew it. That made her draw her finger back, her face twisting to one of conflict.

“There. Do we need more proof on where this one’s allegiance lies?” A screen showing the sigil of the Black Knights of Britannia.

Although the voice is distorted and disguised, she can tell whose voice that belongs to. Judging by the tone and accent, it’s safe to assume that it belonged to one of her (former?) comrades, now reduced to colleagues, and currently her greatest and most outspoken critic, Lelouch vi Britannia. He had never trusted her, and became even more suspicious of her once finding out that she worked with the enemy.

“Species… indicative.” Only two words were spoken but she can tell that belonged to either L-elf or A-Drei Karlstein of Dorssia. They may not have interacted much, but Lana can guess that he’s in neutral standing to her.

“This human not a Galactic Level operative, no?” That one, she could not tell, but he did not seem to be a high ranking observer as the screen only showed the symbol of the Alliance. She wondered who brought him, or her, here?

“There are no human Galactic Level operatives.” Again, an unfamiliar voice.

Another screen pops out showing older sister Veronica. Which made Lana wince as she could see her perfectly and clearly in all her royal Magius glory. “Ah actually that’s not true. There was- wait.” It was only then she had noticed that she was the only one being fully broadcasted with no filter.

“Oh I could never figure out these privacy features on these planetary conference calls.” Lana bit her lower lip to hold back her laughter. Her powerful older sister, a member of the one of the greatest beings in the universe, especially the royal family, royally screwing up and making herself looking like a goofball. Just like her.

“Gah! And now my video call filter isn’t working!” Veronica exclaimed. “Who was running the tech department while I was on Earth? Agent Moron?!” She threw her hands up in the air for extra dramatic effect.

“Who you calling moron?! You’ve been on Earth for so long you reek of the infection!” Ah, so it was Lelouch who was in charge while me and Veronica were… doing other things. Lana thought as Veronica just crossed her arms and glared at him all the while Lelouch yelled at her. Then he added, “Just like that one.” Lana knew that while she couldn’t see him, he was pointing at her accusingly, his face twisted to a scowl.

It was partially true. Lana and Veronica, who got into this whole Alliance business not more than 5 years (actually 2 for Lana since 3 years passed during the time she was in the Quintessence field in Season 6 Episode 6) ago after discovering their true heritage as members of the Royal Family of the Magius. But they were only two among the thousands of children their father, the king of the Magius, have.

It was then that the entire room was suddenly lighted up with multiple screens from multiple of the Alliance’s divisions and members and even more randomly lower ranked members. So many voices talking all at once, chattering on about gibberish nonsense that Lana could not catch on.

But they all fell silent once they heard that one voice… the distorted, but very much obviously White Diamond’s, authorative, and loud voice that made her sound so powerful, almighty… and big. All three of which she was.

“Please members of the Alliance…” she spoke in a soft tone. No visual screen, her voice boomed throughout the entire room, “The decision does not come lightly… the decision is…” she trailed off.

That last line sounded so… off to Lana. It was like White Diamond had snoozed off. She sounded so… like in a tone that made her seem far away.

She always struck Lana as somewhat of an anomaly. Odd, strange, Lana has no definite read on White. She was calm, soft-spoken, warm, and she almost seemed kind and motherly, but her mother Blue said she had quite a temper. Her Pearl reflected on what kind of “owner” White can be. Lana was glad she was not on White’s bad side. …yet?

“Don’t do it Lana! None of them deserve this! This isn’t what Voltron stood for!” Lana had almost forgotten about Lotor. He had been so quiet when Lelouch first came to interrupt them. She imagined he just sat there, in obedient silence as the Alliance just said what they said.

Voltron… it was where Lana had allied herself before siding herself to the Alliance, and by extension, to the Valvraves. Her thoughts drifted to her fellow Valvrave pilots and teammates, Ignis, Gladio, Prompto… Noctis… all the good times they shared… she had just like she had with Voltron… before White’s loud booming distorted voice interrupted her reminiscing.

“The decision… is Lana McClain’s…” White Diamond has slowly said. Her tone changed into one of warning. Mother Blue had told her that this means that White is slowly about to be set off. White was getting impatient. Lana knew she had to make a choice right now, and she had to pick the choice that would definitely please White.

A tear rolls down Lana’s cheek as she makes a determined stance, her decision now made and she now fully stands by it. There’s no going back… But Lana never planned on going back.

“For the Alliance!” she almost choked at her words, “Blitzendegen!”

With no further hesitation, she presses her finger down to the button.

As the screens around her shut off, and the large room is now suddenly dark again, Lana can only imagine hearing her beloved Keith’s voice…

“Lana McClain… what have you done?”

Haha! I somehow ended up imagining my own little Kingdom Hearts/Marvel Cinematic Universe crossover universe.

Another intro of the beginning, made by the talented lunadiane: http://shiranai-atsune.tumblr.com/post/179161320757/this-is-universekiddies-lunadiane-is-my-main

[minatulin]

Okay so I just finished up listening to the Taz: balance thing. What a ride.

I’ll put thoughts under the cut, mostly for myself since I doubt anyone is following me for random thoughts on a bunch of guys playing dnd. 

(Obivously spoilers)

I really liked all the main adventures, not counting the gerblin one because I could barely focus on anything that was happening due to a lack of investment and having yet to realize who’s voice was who (Not to mention ADD)

Jenkins was a great villain with how done he was with everything. His lack of humour was such a nice contrast to the boys and I loved it. The way he died too, just perfection. I was laughing almost everytime he showed up.

 Angus was a bit less interesting, but I knew he was gonna appear later on so I enjoyed him as sort of a starting point and less a cool fully done character mcgoo.

 After that I don’t have much other stuff to say really, expect that Petals to Metal(s? Too tired to check) had a really nice? amount of stuff to do? I thought the whole climbing a skyscraper was gonna be the whole thing and it was very boring (Although hearing a tree scream about losing it’s butt was the most hilarious thing in the whole podcast for me.)

 But then they started disguising and sneaking around, riding a car, it was great. Although I couldn’t enjoy really any of the battles in the whole podcast because I just couldn’t focus on them at all, so the whole “fighting all the other competitors” went way longer than I was hoping for it to.

 Then that frEAKING RED ROBE came in, and I was immediately hooked for the whole podcast. Like before it I had listened to it occasionally but then I started marathoning it. Mostly because I had seen so many spoilers already, and knew that this guy was gonna be the beloved Barry boy.The crystal kingdom was amazing because I have some weird obsession with evil pink crystals. Also just the whole scenario was exciting!! and fun!! Great time. I miss Boyland.

  Eleventh hour happened, the bank breaking adventure was honestly the best part and the rest isn’t something I’d relisten to. I loved the dark elf (Ren? Was that her name?) very much.

  Wonderland was amazing a definite favourite. I feel like it could’ve used a lot more suffering, and variety (The main cycle was rather boring and the dating game was a good step towards betterness but it ultimately felt a bit underwhelming for a gameshow done by two very extra liches), but it was very good.

  Now back to mr. Barry boy,,,, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

  I have this issue with most stories, (which I am sure many can relate to) that they tend to spark my imagination. When I listen to a story, I can’t avoid coming up with my own… version of it, so to speak, as it goes on. And based on the fanart I had seen, I was thinking the world of this journey was gonna be one with a froggoten century? Where tech was cooler, and the Ipre(Did I get that right? I dislike it when people don’t check these things since you can just google them but I’m a hypocrite it seems and I should avoid judging people next time.) was a cool gang of these cool people who made the relics and it was great and awesome and what a great universe we live in right now. Then there’s like a relic war and it all goes to the pooper and Lucertia takes their memories and the world sort of… starts a new.

  And I have to admit, what actually happened lended a lot more freedom and space to connect the dots, but it was sort of a … I’m gonna call it a trope, that I’m not very fond of.

  I like the feeling of home, being close, excisting on a time gap we can relate to (unless you’re going to explore what being super old would mean) and I don’t enjoy leaving Hogwarts. That is to say that whenever a story throws me out of the familiar, well developed nice comfort zone, without somekind of anchor to hold onto (That being the main 3 for most of the arcs) I get uninvested.

  And that doesn’t make the story bad. Not at all, it just makes it not be my kind of thing. Which sucks, because pretty much everything else was just my kind of thing.

I’m not very good at putting complex webs of thoughts into words, so I’ll explain this again but with different wording.

 I enjoyed the main arcs, because I knew the three boys and could comftorably follow their progress. There was a tight rhythm for the arcs and each part added to the world so I could slowly feel very invested.

 Then the Stolen century appears, and it becomes very detached. We only see snippits into what happened during A VERY LONG TIME. These characters became strangers. They were familiar to each other, possibly the McElroys, but not for me. I wasn’t there to watch those bonds form.

 I would’ve focused on the ship itself more, and what happened in there. Make that ship a home, a place to return to. And make the time lapse shorter. 100 years is a very long time, and I can’t see why it was necessary, other than that it did make it all seem far… greater, more massive. Which is great if that’s what kind of stories you like. I’m a very people person, I want stories about people and their emotions, I want stories one a small relatable scale, where we can understand them. That’s just me, and I am used to not getting that story.

 I knew there was gonna be a boss fight in the end, I knew when the finale started that it was going to be an epic fight. I wasn’t expecting a story about just people. It was gonna be an epic fantasy, which was obivous to me from the beginning. Still you can’t help what your lil heart longs for.

 But surprisingly(?), the ending was pretty great. I can see how people who weren’t uninvested the moment stolen century begun could’ve really liked it.

 And I personally loved how happy it was. I hated how something like Harry Potter ended. I hate endings that think they need to kill of lovable characters to show the misery of war. Misery of war can go stay in the history books and the news, I don’t want it in my quality entertainment.

 I loved how just… everyone appeared, everyone helped. The Hunger wasn’t potrayed as this awful darkness that cosumed everything, like it was in the stolen century arc, which was also something I didn’t really enjoy. I don’t like stories where there feels like there’s not sunshine, where there’s a constant feeling of eternal misery in the back of your mind.

In Story and song, the hunger felt like an inconvenience. It was nothing against this laughing doofuses, the friends they made a long the way, and the FREAKING ELEVATOR MECH AND GARFIELD THE DEALS WARLOCK.

 It’s a bit of a shame that I can’t picture the Ipre group finding joy after like 100 years of torment, and that I see them all as strangers instead of the friends and characters I enjoyed. That kind of taints the whole podcast. But I can say that it was a ride I enjoyed immensely, and I am sure there are a ton of people who loved it, and they really should.

 Also since Commitment is happening I can get more of this stuff and hopefully next time they keep it at a more local scale.

 Griffin’s retconning was neat. I feel like I would’ve digged it more if that form of storytelling didn’t come so naturally to me. (NOT TO Sound LIKE I’m FULL OF MY SELF which I mean everyone is literally full of themselves. Like your blood and meat? That’s you. You’re full of yourself.)

 BUT YEAH that’s a few thoughts. I feel very vulnerable putting this out there, because there are a lot of people that I admire who know what they’re talking about. I’m not a person who likes writing my thoughts down, I mean we experience the world as a multidimensional plane of excistence with like 5 senses, and then words try to convey that and they suck at it. I don’t want people to read a broken phone, but you can’t put your thoughts out as thoughts.

 I’m alone with my brain and so are you, you’re interpreting what I am writing right now, possibly unintentionally judging everything through your lense of a brain, how dare you.

 Go away you hooligan.

 Thanks for reading.

[mongoose-and]

Class Order Hall Campaigns: Rated (7.1.5)

From Best -> Worst

Druid

Shaman

Death Knight

Warrior

Monk

Mage

Warlock

Demon Hunter

Rogue

Priest & Paladin (Tied)

Paladin & Priest (Tied)

Hunter (get wreckt)

Reasons below the cut (Spoilers)

For the sake of discussion, I will absolutely be conflating the Artifact quest lines in with the class Campaign quests.

1. Druid - Druid's campaign basically breaks the curve by sheer scope. The campaign focuses on one major theme for this part of the expansion, and just expands on it beautifully. You are charged with protecting the Emerald Dreamway, rescuing Malorne, and eventually saving the Emerald Dream from the forces of both the Legion and the Emerald Nightmare. Between the beauty of the different zones, the massive gatherings of druids, exploration of Druid lore, and getting to relive the War of the Ancients at Mount Hyjal, none of the other class campaigns quite compare to sheer magnitude of history and lore that Druids get to explore. It also doesn’t hurt that Druid is an amazing class to play in its own right and each artifact quest is clever and interesting (except the Balance questline. That was pretty weak TBH). This campaign really made me feel the ‘class fantasy’.

2. Shaman - Close contender for being almost as epic as the druid campaign. The major theme of the Shaman questline is leading the Earthen Ring and uniting the Elemental Lords against the Legion, which is kinda like bargaining with a bunch of perpetually angry, murderous children to team up and fight Communism. Nonetheless, the shaman campaign has fun and interesting quests as well as insight to how the Elementals work (or don’t work) with each other, and they make good use of a variety of former instances and questing zones (including a finale in the Firelands that is beautiful and hectic).

3. Death Knight - Another top contender given THAT FINALE THO. GET WRECKT PALIDANS YEAH- oh, nevermind. Really, my only complaint was that the very end of the finale fell short (should’ve just let us do it, Blizz), and that it wasn’t Dark Souls Hard the whole way. Everything else about the Death Knight campaign was fantastic - raising the new Four Horsemen, killing lots of people, causing mayhem, Lich King Bolvar. Superb stuff, all the way.

4. Warrior - The quest line that starts meh, gets good, gets great, then settles back into “good” again. Sadly, I think it was a missed opportunity to explore the warrior cultures of the Horde and Alliance, and instead focused entirely on the lore and history of the Titans / Vrykul. For what it is, though, I think Blizz did a great job, and I don’t see the quest line they built fitting into any of the other classes nearly as well. It wasn’t the story that we wanted or needed for Warriors, but it was the best damned way to tell the story they did. Also, lolz Ulduar quest zone~

5. Monk - This is a fine quest line that falls short by virtue of just not being as epic as the others. It’s also the questline that convinced me that the Vrykul story only really paired well with the Warrior class hall. It starts strong by basically trashing the set in at the Peak of Serenity in Pandaria, and takes you back to the Wandering Isle (remember there?). Then it proceeds to utterly destroy shit in Pandaria at literally every chance it gets, which is great fun. Then you make God Beer and defeat a winged commie space goat.

6. Mage - This is where the class hall quests start to get a bit underwhelming, TBH. The whole quest line revolves around Archmage Vargoth being weird, only to reveal that he was possessed by demons. Honestly, it’s not great on it’s own, and if it wasn’t presented as a ‘mystery’ that we all could solve within the first five seconds of stepping into the order hall, it probably would have been more interesting. However, throughout the quest line, you do get some cool lore, elves, stupid Khadgar tricks, more elves, vomiting deaders, gaggles of elves, a blue-haired dragon husband, too many elves, Milhouse Manastorm, and a free trip to your most hated (my favorite) dungeon from Wrath of the Lich King, THE OCULUS! Also, so many elves... even though they are shit at magic.

7. Warlock - High School Drama: The Anime: The Quest Line. Seriously, you could probably make a decent anime out of just about anything that happens with Warlocks - the angst, the interpersonal drama, the cute/disgusting monsters they subjugate to serve them, the unlikely capture/escape scenarios, the pink hair.  It manages to be clever and more interesting than some of the other quests, but it ultimately boils down to a whole lot meaningless drivel and a weird “choose your favorite girl to join your cool kids’ clique” decision at the end. And then you have the orc who keeps leaving butt-cinders *everywhere*.

8. Demon Hunter - Basically you finish what you started with the Demon Hunter starting zone. And then you fight twins in what is probably one of the better finales of all the quests. However, apart from a cool finale and the fact that you get your own space ship, there’s not really much about the Demon Hunter quest line that really excited me. Demon Hunters are insufferable characters in general, Korvas Bloodthorn doesn’t get to be your bodyguard, and if you picked Kayn Sunfury then you spend most of the time being just as terrible as Illidan was. I probably would have enjoyed this more if I didn’t pick Kayn, but I did and I regret my life choices, even if the Illidari CANNOT be STOGHPPPED!!!!

9. Rogue - Good: Tactical Espionage Action. Pirates. Mattias Shaw is a dreadlord. Garona, Vaneesa VanCleef, Taoshi, and Valeera Sanguinar’s thighs all become your girlfriends. Bad: Trolling the AH for mats while Noggenfogger sits on his ass and blackmails you. Amber Kearnan dies offscreen and zero fucks are given. Getting killed in Stormwind repeatedly by Fury warriors (okay, I lied about that last part, that was pretty lolzy). Worst: you have to play a Rogue in order to experience any of it. Also, exactly one of the artifact quests are fun to do and it’s not the one it should be.

10. Priest & Paladin (Tied) - I have to tie these because they’re basically the same flipping thing, with only the artifact quests and maybe half of the actual campaign quests to distinguish them. I wanted to praise Blizz by showing overlap / interaction between the different classes, but they basically went overboard here, by recycling plot points and even the finale, altogether. Also, Netherlight Temple is a dumb idea, akin to moving NORAD into a base in Afghanistan because Al-Qaeda would NEVER think to look there (....well, until they do). Priests arguably have it worse because they don’t even get to be the hero of their own class hall mission (that goes to the Paladins) - AND you have to play a Priest for the privilege of this nonsense, which is arguably the worst punishment one can experience. Paladins, on the other hand, get meaningless choices and suffer the indignity of watching every single champion of theirs make fools of themselves at the first opportunity. Also, both sides visit each others halls, but nobody gets murdered in the process. Also also, wtf is a Lothraxxion and why - I did this shit twice and I still don’t know, he just shows up like a shiny sparkle vampire. Also also also - sigh - Night Elf Paladins when, Blizz? :/

12. Hunter - My beloved Main’s class campaign was also arguably the weakest and least interesting. The artifact quests are fine enough (though Marksman could have just dropped a bigger dime on Allleria than “she ain’t here, but she was”) but the main core of the hunter quest - while probably the most grounded and true to the Hunter’s ‘class fantasy’ - was a snooze fest compared to the other campaigns. The Unseen Path as a concept is cool but overall underwhelming to me - their super-clandestine nature means that they try to stay out of the way of cool things happening, but they don’t have the benefit of being a bunch of spies and thieves to have any intrigue to back it up. They swear an oath and then sit around a lodge and snack, occasionally plinking arrows at targets literally right in front of them. There are cool, all-too-brief detours when you go to recruit champions like Rexxar, Nesingwary, and Addie Fizzlebog, but even they aren’t enough to uplift an otherwise boring plot involving hunting down a felguard and his super felstalkers. In terms of scope and grandeur: If the Druid campaign was ‘class fantasy’ being used to tell an epic tale of saving the planet and exploring history with an army of allies, the Hunter campaign was ‘class fantasy’ being used to tell a story about how you did a crossword puzzle while on vacation this one time. On the plus side, the Hunter quest line has you play with a dog, and the Druid quest line does not.

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...I take it back. Hunter quest line 12/10. Best quest line. Best ever. <3 <3 <3

Come on Baron! Let’s go~