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[mackthecheese]

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[mysteriouswolf]

Hi :3

Hey! Glad you somehow found your way here throughout this chaotic hellsite :D

I typically go by Mysterious or Raven, I'm a minor, and I use she/they pronouns

I mainly post about Hermitcraft/life series, but here's a bunch of my other interests as well :D

Mcyt (lil bits of dsmp, qsmp, empires, Xlife, + some others)

Alice Oseman (Heartstopper, IWBFT, etc)

Brandon Sanderson (Skyward, Cosmere, etc)

Percy Jackson

The Owl House

Good Omens

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Kipo And The Age Of The Wonderbeasts

Persona (though I've only played 3-5)

Epic the musical (I was peer pressured by @royallygray /j)

Writing

Music/guitar

Reading

Art in general :3

The art in my pfp is by @kaereth and the art on my header is by @chrisrin!! (both amazing artists that you should totally go give a follow to)

DNI if you're homophobic, transphobic, or plan on spreading hate to people here.

If you are my mutual, I will probably tag you in a lot of tag games, lil things I think you would like, etc, so if you don't want me to tag you please send me and ask or message me!! Also, I don't tag every single one of my muts in every tag game, and I don't have any sort of system to how I choose, so if you see I didn't tag you in something IT DOESNT MEAN I DONT LOVE YOU I PROMISE (and feel free to join in anyways!!)

Under the cut are: tags I use, some encouragement + love, some of my mutuals, and just general nonsense.

Tags (that I sometimes use) :D

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I love you. I don't care if I've never met you, we were made from the same things as the stars, weren't we? That in of itself is beautiful- I will love you with the same mysterious adoration I have for the stars, and I just want you to know that I care about you. And I know sometimes things seem like they'll never be better, that it seems the entire universe is against you, but I'll always be on your side. You've got this. And I'm proud of you, no matter what you've done. Things get better eventually, I know they will- and it sucks waiting for things to come around, especially if they keep going down. But the sun has shone before, and it will again. And even in your darkest times, the stars are still shining their light into your soul to push you forward.

I love you. Stay strong.

Some of my mutuals who I love very dearly and would die for:

@royallygray The most amazing lovely creature to ever walk the stars and I love them to death <3

@charbeloved The person who I would literally sell my soul to, another glorious human who's remarkable

@geodetojoy Someone who I'd absolutely love to just run away into the forest with and never find our way back out again

@emmaestrella Another lovely silly human who's just incredible

@izoexa you are. so cool. just. vibes. yeah. :]

@t4tgempearl Juneeeeee (you will always be june to me) you're also just. super cool. probably who I've been muts the longest on this list :D

I love you all <3

[arecaceae175]

Hi :)

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Call me Ace, xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xyrself, fish/fish/fishs/fishs/fishself

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I'm Arecaceae on AO3. I also have a writing account @acewrites175 if you just want to see my writing stuff and not everything else

For any new LU fans, I made an LU Character Guide that you can find here!

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I have another account @lu-novelization where I do image descriptions and novelizations to try to help Linked Universe be accessible to people with low vision! It is very much work in progress.

[Header ID: Screenshot from the Oracle of Ages game. It is pixelated art of a simple sailboat on the ocean. The clouds are fluffy in the sky and there are nine birds flying near the ship. In the bottom right corner, the words “The End” are written in large orange font. End ID.]

[Icon ID: drawing by @wolfy1298 of Linked Universe Sky in a cutesy animated art style. He is smiling up at the camera with his eyes closed and his sailcloth (white cloth) is wrapped around his body like a cape. There are sparkles surrounding his head. In the bottom, the words say “would fist fight god.” End ID.]

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LoZ Game List: (hours played in parentheses)

Currently playing (3/23): Adventure Of Link, Cadence of Hyrule, Phantom Hourglass

Beaten (10/23): Breath of the Wild (680), Skyward Sword (90), Minish Cap (30), Link’s Awakening (20), Tears of the Kingdom (265), Twilight Princess (80), A Link To The Past (30), Four Swords (4), Oracle of Seasons (25), Wind Waker (151), Oracle of Ages (20)

Played a some of (3/23): Majora’s Mask, Ocarina of Time, Triforce Heroes

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LU Analysis Posts

Tag: #ace’s lu analysis

Autistic LU chain headcannons

Smiling Compilation: use tag #smiling compilation - update link

Dawn 1:

Warriors and Wild analysis and why they're missing

Teaser update:

What is going on update analysis

Sunset 14:

Warriors character analysis throughout the Sunset Arc

Sunset 13:

Four & Wild character and plot analysis

Legend character analysis

Bonus Links Analysis Posts

Tag: #ace’s bl analysis

Most of these posts are analysis of comic updates that I put in the reblogs of the update

I love loft essay: part 1 here

Prompt Fill Events

2023 Whumptober and Flufftober info here :D

Febuwhump 2023 prompt fills: (30/30) Lu drabbles for febuwhump 2023

Febuwhump 2023 favs: Flinching (Time), Forced to Hurt a Loved One (Warriors & Time), "That's gonna scar" (Wild), Knife to the Throat (Warriors),

Whumptober 2022 prompt fills: (31/31) LU drabbles for whumptober 2022

Whumotober 2022 favs: Shaking Hands, Silent Panic Attack (Warriors), Cornered (Twilight), Adrenaline Crash (Time), Repeatedly Passing Out, Head Lolling (Time & Warriors), Take My Coat (Time & Wind), Screams From Across the Hall (Legend, Four, and Time)

Linked Universe Long Stories

Authenticity: (24/?) Wild POV, Autistic Wild because I'm autistic and he's my comfort character

Summary: Wild knew he was… odd. He experienced the world differently than everyone else. No one seemed to feel as deeply as he did, about the things he did. Sometimes he would interact with people and it would just feel… off. It was as if everyone else had a rulebook on how to be a person but Wild was left watching and guessing.

And the thing is, Wild knew his friends knew it too. But these new friends, they were different. They didn’t treat him like he was different, or broken, or a burden. They just took him in stride. Wild didn’t know how to put into words how much that meant to him.

In which Wild is autistic because I’m autistic and I want him to be.

Gratitude: (3/9) Sky fluff!

Summary: 8 times Sky receives a gratitude crystal from the chain + 1 time he gives some away.

In Defense of Honor: (4/9) Badass Sky appreciation, Sky-centric with individual chapters for the others

Summary: 8 times Sky defends another member of the chain + 1 time they all defend him.

Only the Wild Ones (are the ones you can never catch): (5/5) Wild & Twilight centric Wild meets the chain

Summary: At 6, Link visits Castle Town for the first time and meets some strange men in the woods. At 12, Link pulls the Master Sword and sees his imaginary friends again. At 14, Link is appointed as the Princess’s personal guard and is grateful to have old friends on his side. At 16, the Calamity strikes, and Link has never felt more alone. At 16, Link dies.

At 117, Link defeats evil incarnate and saves Hyrule. At 117, Link meets eight peculiar heroes for the first time. Or, at least, what he believes is the first time.

Twilight thinks the Goddess Hylia has a cruel sense of humor and needs to leave his cub alone.

Favorite LU Oneshots

Sentiment: Warriors and Time have a disagreement. AKA two traumatized heroes don’t know how to handle emotions and then they try to have a healthy conversation about it

Delirium: Sky’s whittling slowed, hands lowering into his lap. His gaze was locked on Wild, as it had been for most of the afternoon. Wild wouldn’t stop twitching. Sky couldn’t figure out why. Based on kikker-oma’s art.

Welcome Home: The chain arrives at Lon Lon Ranch, and Malon’s words trigger a memory.

Bouquet: Wind, Wild, and Hyrule are planning a prank. They're quite obvious about it, but Time lets it happen anyway.

Find all my oneshots for LU on my AO3 here!

Heroes Spirit Fanfic

Space Bugs: Bugs In Space: (1/1)

Summary: Cori teaches Eras how to identify insects. Space AU.

Swamp Bugs: Bugs Not In Space And Not Quite On Land: (1/1)

Summary: Cori takes Sky, Twilight, and Sailor to look for bugs. Tensions are high.

Land Bugs: Bugs Not In Space: (1/1)

Summary: Cori and Agitha lead the second official meeting of the Bug Squad.

Bonus Links Fanfic

Loft Gets To Have One (1) Nice Day: (1/1)

Summary: Loft and the very good extremely nice day. Featuring Groose, Zelda, and a board game.

On Our Best Behavior: (14/14) (3,002 words)

Summary: Short Bonus Links Prompt Fills for Flufftober 2023.

Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic:

Affection: (6/6) BOTW

Summary: Five times others make assumptions about Link and Zelda plus one time they figure out what their relationship means to them. Or, Link and Zelda in a QPR.

More: (1/1) BOTW

Summary: Link and Zelda bond over flames and Zelda has a lot of feelings about it.

Speaking to the Wind: (1/1) TOTK

Summary: Link updates Zelda on his progress. She isn’t there to respond. AKA Link is lonely and is having a lot of big feelings.

Falling Through the Air: (1/1) TOTK

Summary: Link discovers her.

Skyward Sword Fanfic

Shapes in the Clouds: (1/1) GrooZeLink fluff

Summary: Groose finds Link looking at the clouds.

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#lu incorrect quotes : instead of studying for finals I created over 100 incorrect quotes for LU XD they can be found under this tag

#authenticity : my autistic Wild story

#idoh : tag for my story In Defense of Honor

#gratitide : tag for the gratitude crystal story

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[saintsofwarding]

WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

Header by keltii-tea

Chapter 10: A Heavy Burden We Saints Must Carry

Teodora listened to the whole explanation without interjecting. They'd left the ruined town behind and headed for a nearby hillside, toward the broken double-prongs of a crumbling tower built on its forested slope. The silent walls enclosed them, the ruins a maze of shadow and fallen walls, niches still gleaming with the remnants of gilt and sacred imagery, long-faced saints, wolves snapping at them as they gazed skyward in prayer.

"So you've come back now to- what? Rescue him?" Teodora said, darkly. She held up her hand, stopping Rose and Donna and Chris short.

"Pretty much," Rose said.

"And you expect to go up against these people all on your lonesome?" A fine wire stretched over their path, strung between twin pillars that must have at one point joined overhead in an archway. Teodora fiddled with a small explosive pack on one side; a red light blinked off, and she gestured the group forward.

"Not exactly," Rose said. "Uh-" She glanced back at Chris, whey-faced and limping, but for the moment patched together. "We were kind of hoping you could help us."

"I have enough to deal with here, as you'll see." She refastened the tripwire and shrugged her rifle strap higher on her shoulder. "We're grateful to you two. Immeasurably. But-"

"That's not quite what I mean."

Teodora looked over her shoulder at Rose, then glanced at Donna. "Tell me once we get inside," she said, after a pause.

"Inside?" Chris rasped, his brow deeply furrowed.

They'd reached a thick section of keep wall. This place must have once been a fortress, one of hundreds of ruins that dotted these mountains. Enclosed within a niche was a statue, its feet scattered with candles and offerings.

A newer statue, not pitted and worn like those of the other warding saints Rose had seen. It showed a beefy man in a long coat holding a young child. A sprig of leaves was clutched in the child's hand, a grenade in the man's. With a jolt, Rose realized-

"Is that me and Heisenberg?" she said.

Teodora smiled a little, showing the points of her teeth. The Cadou that Heisenberg had implanted into her fifteen years ago to save her life seemed to have done a number on her. "That's what happens when one of the Four Lords of the Black God's valley deigns to rescue your town from monsters. You'd better get used to it."

"Did we rescue it?" Rose asked, her voice small.

Teodora's smile faded. She reached for the stone Heisenberg's hand and pulled down on it. With the grind of gears, the niche swung open, revealing a narrow passageway and a flight of steps beyond.

The door ground shut again behind them, trapping them all in a moment of absolute darkness. A moment later, and Teodora clicked on a flashlight, the beam illuminating stone walls for a few yards, then natural cave walls.

They began down; Rose's breath was visible in the air, the cold in here somehow deeper even than the night outside. She stuck one hand deep in her pocket, the other clutching her sword strap, as if to remind herself it was still there.

"Something happened after we left, didn't it?" she asked after a long stretch of silence.

"Doesn't it always?" Teodora's voice was weary. "We were peaceful, for a time. A long time. A year or so. I...changed. I became stronger...faster. My wounds healed within minutes. I prayed in thanks to all the saints before me that Lord Heisenberg gave me a piece of his gift. I could protect the town, now. Better than ever before."

"But?"

"The lycans...got worse." She lifted her head, the light glistening off her brittle gray curls. "Each winter, more of them. Bigger ones. Stranger. I tried to venture into the next valley, into the heart of their territory, see if there was an alpha I could kill, but...they were too strong for me. I had to retreat. If I died, who would protect the town?"

They reached an old wooden door. Teodora gave it a swift knock. "Open up," she said. "It's me. I brought guests."

The door swung wide, manned by a nervous-looking woman holding an old shotgun. Firelight spilled over Rose as she and the others stepped into the cavern beyond, vaulted chambers of stacked stone, braziers on pendulous chains hanging from the apex of their ceilings, filling the air with welcome heat.

A tomb of some sort, then; doorways led off into other chambers, other burial-vaults. Now, though, this place had become a refuge not for the dead, but for the living. The complex was filled with people, huddled around the braziers, laying on cots, busy at cookfires or mending or caring for wounded.

All were grimy, dressed in ragged clothes, eyes downcast and dull. An altar was set up in a corner, candles glimmering before painted icons, but no one was praying now. People looked up as Teodora entered; a few kissed their saints' medals, little coins of silver hung at their throats or wrists.

"Teodora," asked an old woman. "We heard howling. Is all well?"

"For now." She squeezed the old woman's hands. "I scared the lycans off. These people are-"

She glanced back at Rose as if trying to gauge whether or not she wanted her identity revealed. Rose gave her head a little shake.

"...travelers, Delia," Teodora went on. "They require our care and protection."

"They don't look like ordinary travelers," said a man with a mass of bloodied bandages taped over his eye.

"No one gets left to the lycans," Teodora snapped. "No one."

Rose stayed at the doorway, frozen. She tried to count the number of people in the room- thirty? Forty? There had been more than this in the churchyard alone after Lady Dimitrescu had flown off.

"Is this it?" she whispered.

Teodora glanced at her. "Yeah," she muttered.

"Wait." A woman with a baby crept closer. "You look...familiar."

"I-" Rose began.

"Yes," Delia said. She shuffled over. "Older, yes, but-"

"The holy child," whispered the woman with the baby. A little boy clung to her skirts, staring up at Rose with big eyes.

"I'm no holy child," Rose stammered, but before she could back off, more people were getting up, looking toward her.

"You and Lord Heisenberg warded off the great Lady of Blood, mad with grief," Delia said, her voice hushed and reverent. Rose's face flooded with heat. Teodora stood off to one side, watching Rose. "Where is Lord Heisenberg now? Will he come and bless us again with his power?"

"I-" Rose said.

She glanced at Teodora, who gave her head a small shake, much like Rose had just done for her.  Rose got it. These people were at the end of their rope. They wanted to believe Rose and Heisenberg were holy creatures, wanted to believe there was a power looking out for them. Who was Rose to take away that hope?

"Yes," she said at last. "Yes. He's...away, now. But I'm here." She lifted her head, looking into pair after pair of wide, frightened eyes, bright with desperation.

"I'm here," she said again. "Me and my...friends." She gestured to Chris, who cocked an eyebrow in return, and Donna, standing still as one of the painted icons, her pale face lovely in the firelight. "We...we won't let you down." "The saint has spoken," Teodora piped up. She stepped closer to Rose, dropping her voice so only she and Chris and Donna could hear. "C'mon. We've got food if you're hungry."

They passed through the crowd. The townsfolk bowed their heads, reached out to brush fingers against Teodora's lycan-fur mantle, Rose's sheathed sword. Chris politely waved away the hands outstretched to him, but Donna moved through the people like a specter, her spine ramrod-straight, her eye wide, as if in surprise.

Rose watched her as she passed through the crowd. Had she ever been regarded like this before? Had she ever been viewed as a marvelous being, or had she known nothing all her life but fear, both others' and her own?

They retreated to a collection of battered tables and chairs set up by the altar. Teodora brought over bowls of some kind of stew; Rose's stomach gave a hideous snarl as she realized just how starving she was. She couldn't make herself eat. Her guts chewed at themselves.

"Lycans did all that?" Chris was asking Teodora. He looked her up and down with suspicion- Rose wasn't surprised, considering just how obvious Teodora's mutation was. Rose had given him the rundown on her Cadou implantation, but, still, maybe he was expecting her to start drinking blood or vomiting slime. "Out there?"

Teodora nodded. She hadn't gotten a bowl of stew for herself; maybe there was something to the blood-drinking theory after all. "Year by year. Lots of folks hung on a while, thought they could fight off the raids. But- uh. They didn't last long."

"What about the catacombs under the church?"

"What do you think?" Teodora said. "They dug us out."

If we had stayed, if we had stuck around to protect them- Rose cut herself off. No; she couldn't think like that. She couldn't blame herself nor Heisenberg for moving on.

She hated herself for wanting to know, but she couldn't hold back.

"Is Emilia here?" she asked, tentative.

Donna's spoon stilled, midway through picking at her stew. Chris frowned. Teodora lowered her head.

"Oh, no," Rose whispered.

"She was part of the group who brought supplies in from the main road," Teodora said. "Too risky to leave in our full numbers, so we'd send out a small bunch to get the food and medicine we needed and bring it in. My sister, six years ago, she-" Her voice crumpled. "She didn't make it back."

"Your sister?" Chris echoed.

Teodora nodded.

"I'm sorry," Chris said. There was a pained look in his eyes; Rose wondered who it was he was thinking of. "I'm so, so sorry- agh-"

He winced. Teodora's head snapped up in alarm.

"Don't worry." Chris peeled up his trouser leg. His wound had begun to bleed again. "Must have gotten me deeper than I thought."

Chris's med-injector had stopped the worst of the bleeding, stopped, according to him, any chance of mutamycete infection and subsequent lycan transformation. Still, a mauling was a mauling, and they had to get mobile by morning.

Teodora got out her med kit, removing the pertinent items with care from a carved wooden box. "Let me get that closed up-"

"Let me."

Teodora jumped a little as Donna spoke. It was the first time she had done so in Teodora's presence. Donna paused before taking the curved needle and gut thread from Teodora's hand and immediately bent to Chris's leg.

"I am sorry if this stings," she told Chris before setting to work.

Donna Beneviento sewed the finest and most meticulous stitches Rose had ever seen. She began to hum as she worked, a song Rose recognized from her high school foreign-language classes- Promenons-nous dans les bois. Spooky, in this context. Let's stroll in the woods if the wolf is not here. Her eye flicked up and caught Rose watching.

Rose gave her a little smile, the most she could muster. After a beat, Donna gave her one in return.

"So," Teodora said. "Why are you here, then, if it's not my rifle you're after?"

Rose drew a breath. Her eyes were warm, but she made her voice stay steady. "You said the lycan attacks got worse."

"Right."

"Did anything else ever attack? Any old friends?"

"You mean the Lady of Blood," Teodora said. "Don't you."

The shadows seemed to pull in; maybe it was Rose's imagination, but the conversation throughout the rest of the refugee vaults died down a little, as if everyone had quieted down to listen. The veins of crystal on Teodora's face crackled a little as she set her jaw.

"Lady Dimitrescu," Rose said. "Yeah."

"She never attacked again. Never stole another girl. But after she flew off, I tracked her down. I wanted to keep tabs on her in case she ever decided leveling the town once just wasn't enough."

"So you know where she is?"

"Yes," Teodora said, cautiously. "Why do you want to know?"

Rose glanced at Donna, finishing up Chris's leg. "Feel better?" Angie chattered, pressing her nose up against the clear dome in her backpack.

"A lot," Chris said. He paused. "...Thanks."

Donna nodded, prim.

"Because this is Donna Beneviento," Rose said. "Of House Beneviento. One of the Four Lords of the Valley."

Teodora snorted. "You're kidding. Her?"

"She look any less lordly than Heisenberg?"

"Kind of, yeah. Heisenberg had..."

She paused for a long time, her face a little flushed between the veins of crystal splitting her skin.

"Presence," she said at last.

"Okay, sure, but-" Rose took a short breath. Her heartbeat sloshed in her ears. Here goes. "Donna has the Cadou, same as he does. And she's agreed to help us. Now, she's not exactly the fighting type, but Dimitrescu is, without a doubt. If I can get her on our side, we stand a chance against Ouroboros, and against the lycans overrunning the village."

Teodora looked dumbfounded. "And once you awaken the Lady of Blood, you expect Beneviento to convince her to help you? Seriously?"

"Yes," Donna said.

She straightened from Chris's suture, her delicate fingers spotted with blood. Slowly, she reached up to the eyepatch covering her mutation and pulled it aside. Tentacles writhed; flesh pulsated, slowly and sickeningly. Angie tittered inside the backpack, the sound raspy and sinister as the scrape of porcelain against porcelain.

Donna replaced the patch.

"I am a Lord," she said, simply. "As much as my siblings. And I wish to see my brother safe again, the same as Rosemary. You understand, in the last moments of my life, I thought my siblings would follow my fate, would die with me. Now I learn some of them didn't. And...to them...I want to make amends for our mother's actions."

She took a short breath.

"If it will see my family reunited," she went on, "there is nothing I will not do."

She fell silent once more, dabbing Chris's suture with herbal paste.

Chris, for his part, gave a shrug. "You heard the lady."

Rose looked at Teodora with brows raised. Teodora ran her hand over her mouth, her eyes lowered. At last, she gave a small sigh.

"Hell, I'd give anything to see this over," she said. "We leave at dawn."

***

Rose found Donna in one of the distant chambers of the tomb, far from the central room with its relative bustle. She stood before one of the many altars, fussy with wreaths of dried flowers and garlic braids, framed icons of saints and far too many candles. Donna stood with Angie in her arms. The doll was still for the moment, candlelight glimmering off her porcelain skin.

"You guys okay?" Rose asked.

"Shhh," Angie hissed. "Donna's doing some thinking."

"Oh." Rose came to stand by her side. She held her tongue for approximately thirty seconds before- "About what?"

"She made us hate each other," Donna whispered. "Because she could. Because it was...easier to control us that way. She told me...she told me she was...protecting me. Making me afraid of them all. So I wouldn't get hurt again. I had suffered enough, she said..."

"Miranda?"

A small nod. "She said I should...hide away...like I used to hide in cupboards...here comes the wolf, papa said, he's going to eat you, mama said...when they were gone I hid the dolls but it was never the same. I knew where they all were."

"Alci and Sal and Karl would have eaten Donna alive if not for Miranda," Angie said, matter-of-factly.

"That's what she told me." Donna's eye reflected the flames, shifting colors in its dark depths. "But Heisenberg never hurt me, I said. That's because he's patient, Miranda said. He'll come back for you. In the end."

She lifted her hand. In it rested a scrap of yellow silk ribbon, embroidered with flowers. It was exquisite, so finely-done the colors seemed to shimmer, the stitches indistinguishable. Something she made, undoubtedly.

"And now..." Donna said.

She fell silent. Rose came around to lean against the altar, to look her in the face. "Now?" she prompted.

"I told the others I can help. Those people believe I can. What if I can't?" She looked at Rose, worry in her single eye. "What if Alcina does not listen to me?"

"Then we're all screwed," Rose told her. "Listen...whatever happens, I'm not gonna abandon you. I won't let you down like that. Okay?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really."

A hint of a smile. "Thank you, Rosemary," Donna said. A hesitation, and then she set the ribbon with its beautiful flowers upon the altar.

"Look," she said, her voice soft.

Rose looked. Amidst the other icons rendered in rich shades of blue and gold stood a pair hinged together, like a book. On one was painted Heisenberg cradling little Rose, the two of them haloed in stylized bolts of lightning. On the other was Teodora, a rifle over her shoulder, black tears dripping down her mournful face.

These people had taken them for saints, once. The Lord who sang to metal, the girl with a god in her head, the warding saint who had died for them and returned anew. They had come, when all seemed lost.

Now, they'd come again.

Whatever had happened, whatever horrors had occurred here in their absence, she'd leave this place better than she'd found it. She couldn't be cowed by despair. Not now.

"You feel like getting some sleep?" she asked Donna.

"No."

"Me neither."

A pause. "Will you tell me another story?"

"Sure, Donna. What do you want to hear?"

"Something with a happy ending. Something where everything will be all right."

"I..." Rose sniffed and shook her head. "I don't know any like that."

"Then tell me later," Donna said. "When you do."

Footsteps echoed off the rough stone walls. Rose turned to see Chris approach and give a little cough.

"I want to speak to Rose," he said. "Alone, please."

Donna nodded, then left, skirting Chris's massive form in the doorway. After a pause, he moved into the vault. He examined the icons on the altar, then leaned against a wall, watching the crowd in the main room as the townsfolk began to bed down for the night. He got out a pack of nicotine gum and peeled a piece free of its foil.

"First green tea, now gum?" Rose said. "You're really trying to kick the habit."

"Yeah, well, I, unlike some, don't have regenerating lungs."

"Nice frown," Rose told him.

He gave her a flat look. "These people worship the monsters," he muttered. Teodora moved throughout the room, stopping to kneel by a child's bedside, speak softly to one of the wounded. Somewhere, someone was singing, a soft, eerie song in no language Rose recognized. "They follow her like some kind of savior."

"She is some kind of savior."

"She has the Cadou, doesn't she?"

Rose paused. "And?"

"The only supply of them I saw was a shelf of 'em in Miranda's lab and one specimen in Moreau's nasty little rec room. Those things were supposed to be destroyed in the explosion that took out the megamycete. All of them. How the hell did she-"

"Heisenberg cut a chunk off his Cadou and stuck it inside her to save her life after she got fatally stabbed by her mutated little sister who'd been transformed into a surrogate daughter-puppet by Lady Dimitrescu fifteen years ago," Rose said in a rush. "Basically."

"Right," Chris said.

"Clearly, it worked out and didn't kill her or turn her into a lycan. Why the hell should you care?"

She knew why, and she knew he knew, but Chris wasn't about to give up on a chance to give her a lecture. "It's been my life's work to eliminate and contain bioweapons the world over," he said. "I've been betrayed over these things, over power, prestige."

The candlelight moved in his eyes, throwing darts of gold through them. "Been forced to witness such terrible things done along the way. I've seen so many people hurt. So many dead. Friends...people I thought were friends. And always, always, monsters. It's been...a long time since the first. Too goddamn long. And now-"

He stopped.

"Now," Rose supplied, "you're working with them?"

"Basically," Chris echoed, gently teasing.

She lightly kicked his ankle, making sure not to jog his wound. "How's your leg? Donna's stitches too scary for you?"

"Rose..." He let out his breath, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "She'll have to be contained after this is over. All of them will. You understand that, right? I have to let the BSAA know what's happened up here."

"Yeah, I figured."

"Are you gonna stop me?"

Rose looked up at him. He looked, levelly, back.

"No," she said at last.

"I'm counting on that, Winters."

"I know you are, Redfield. I'd expect nothing less."

***

Morning came, bleak and gray-gold, the first of the dim winter sunrise stretching pale fingers across the landscape. Far away, Rose could make out the curtains of snow that signaled another oncoming blizzard, but for now the air was clear, the crunch and snap of snow under her boots the loudest sound in the world.

She kept her grip tight on her sword's strap, kept close to Donna. Even Angie stayed unnaturally-quiet, curled up in her backpack as if against the piercing cold. Chris backed the group, while Teodora hiked ahead, her lycan-skull mask and fur hood once again in place. With them on, Rose would catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eye and flinch, thinking one of the monsters had come for them again.

"Relax," Teodora said, when she caught her doing this. "They don't like to come out in the daylight."

"I know that. I guess I'm just on edge."

"Considering who you're hunting down, you'd have to be touched in the head not to be." Rose caught a glimmer of green through the skull's eye sockets as Teodora looked her up and down. "Nice sword, by the way."

"Oh- yeah, thanks, I'm...not great with guns, and my mold powers don't always work the way I want them to." She reached up to touch the hilt. "Figured slicing and dicing does the trick just as well."

"Heh. We'll have to add it to your icon on the altar."

"Shut up," Rose muttered. "I'm not a saint, okay?"

"I get it. It's a heavy burden, belief." She nodded at the sword. "You must understand. That's made from the hammer, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Well. One of them. He'd bust them up, remake them over the years. But..."

"It's like having a part of someone still with you."

"Pretty much."

She couldn't see it, but from the sound of her voice, Rose guessed Teodora had given her a soft smile. "Way he was around you, even back then...yeah, he'd be proud. Might have wanted to throttle him the whole time I was around him, but he loved you."

Rose's throat tightened. She looked down at the snow.

"How the hell do you do it?" she said.

"What?"

"Keep fighting, when everything's crumbling down around you. I'm..." She drew an unsteady breath. "I can't..."

She trailed off. After a moment, Teodora's gloved hand settled on her shoulder.

"Let's keep moving," she said.

As sunrise strengthened into day, they hiked through scrubby woods, fields of boulders like looming giants, crowned with the broken ruins of ancient towers, with statues of unknown gods and unknown saints standing sentinel against the lightening sky.

Around daybreak they crossed a great, frozen river, spray lunging against jagged rocks standing from the surface of the dark water like the teeth of some great beast. Teodora balanced on the rocks, leaping from point to point, nimble as a deer. Rose and the others took a little more time while she stood guard, rifle lifted, sweeping the mist in case they were followed.

They broke through the treeline somewhere during midmorning, the sun hidden behind descending snowclouds, the cold sharpening to a point. Each inhale seared Rose's lungs; she buried her face in her scarf. The expanse of mountainside before them was a clean stretch of snow and dark seams of rock, the mist rolling down from higher up, so that the valley below was soon hidden in dense, pale fog.

All sound rang back muffled; Rose's breathing seemed too-close, the crunch of the group's feet in the snow overloud in this weird hush.

"This is great," Chris muttered.

"She's close," Donna whispered, leaning in to Rose.

"Huh?" Rose stammered.

"Quiet."

This was Teodora. She stood stock-still in the mist, her hand raised, the other poised at a hunting knife in her belt.

"Follow me," she said. "Single file. Don't make any excess noise."

"Were we tailed?" Chris muttered.

Teodora shook her head. "It's not the lycans I'm worried about now."

Rose's pulse began to pound. It grew stronger as they approached a cluster of rocks ahead. Amidst them: a cleft in the rocks, a great, icicle-hung cave mouth that gaped in the snowy landscape like a wound in reality, its interior so dark she could not see in more than a few inches. Frigid air breathed over them as they approached, as they stood on the threshold of that darkness, unmoving, staring into its depths.

"In there?" Donna whispered.

"Yep," Teodora said. "Everyone, remember what I said. Quiet. We don't want to wake anything up."

"Wait," Rose said.

The others looked at her. Chris's frown was so deep she could have lost pennies in the lines on his forehead. "What's wrong?" he said.

"Nothing. I-" She drew a short breath. "You two wait out here. Okay?"

"What the hell, Rose?" Chris stepped forward.

"Chris, trust me. She won't respond to you or to Teo. Us though?" She reached out and took Donna's hand. "We can do this."

Teodora settled back on her heels. "Hey, I believe it," she told Chris. "Have you seen the stuff this little girl can do? Wild."

Chris's eyes were full of desperation, wild with a kind of loss of control. He was fighting with himself, Rose saw- with the truth of what she was saying and his own natural instinct to keep her safe, to fulfill his duties to her parents.

At last he let out his breath, his eyes sliding shut. "The second I hear anything," he told her, "I'm coming in."

"Okay. Sure."

"And take this." He thrust a flashlight at her. "In case. You don't want to get caught in the dark."

"Thanks." Rose glanced at Donna, who stared ahead, her face rigid, her single eye bright with fear. It would be fine. It would be fine.

And if it wasn't-

Well, they'd just have to battle a huge freaking vampiric dragon, now, wouldn't they?

With a squeeze of Donna's sweaty hand in her own, Rose stepped over the threshold of the cave, into the darkness beyond.

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Pale 8.8

“Wanted to say thanks.  You’ve been cool.” “Life goals.”

god I love Zed

“I wouldn’t have met the woman I’m in love with if it wasn’t for you three, so that’s worth something.”

that is a lot to put on a ~3 month teenage relationship, but I'll let him have it

She threw her arms around Booker, hugging him.  He hugged her back, picking her up off the ground.

:) I'm really glad to finally meet Booker

Ohhh.  The ‘music box’ was the subscription he’d been part of that she’d taken up when he’d left.  She’d put the album art and artwork on half the walls of her room and on some of the ceiling.

so much cooler than how I decorated (anime collages)

“Wow.  Don’t hold back there, baby sis.  I still have a bit of ego left intact.” “If you could see how I see you, your ego would be in danger in the opposite way,” Lucy said.

:)

The house felt very quiet and open in the aftermath of their departure.

I think, on top of not being happy about Booker's girlfriends, Lucy's going to struggle with Booker's presence not fixing her problems. He seems like a great brother, and Lucy clearly is used to him being able to support her. But between mundane other priorities and that she can't tell him what's going on, I don't think he'll be able to help as much, and I'm worried that will be hard on Lucy.

oh! this chapter has multiple points-of-view and even headers. There've really been some format twists going on lately

The picture on the wall was of herself, her head a triangle with jagged teeth and round ears, and Cherrypop, drawn overly large, her head round with a triangle for a nose.

awww

Melissa sat there, sitting on the steps, smoking a cigarette.  She called out, “She’s out!”

I'd almost forgotten about Melissa, interesting to see she's still hanging around Louise though. IIRC they got introduced after the party?

“Too bad,” Melissa said, bitter.  She exhaled smoke and looked skyward.  “I’m figuring out bits and pieces.  Got a spell sort of working, based on a picture I took with my phone.  Magic, can you believe that?”

fuck

Love you too, she thought.  She wasn’t brave enough to put it to actual spoken word.

:|

The kitten was in a cardboard box, lined with old towels, with a flap that could fold up and down, right next to a litter box.  The kitten roused and stood up on its legs, front paws on the edge of the box.

awwww. Jeremy winning major points here.

She made a face, reached over to pet Sir, and her fingers bumped Jeremy’s.  He pulled back, and turned, looking at everything except her.

OwO ?

“Because I really like you, and I’ve liked you for a while, and I think I said something like that at the party.” “Yeah.” “And you called me manly and that overloaded my brain.”

VALID

"I remember a few years back when my parents divorced, I’d get these really dark, intrusive, self-hating thoughts.” “I won’t pry, you don’t have to say.” "It’s just- nah.  I’m mostly past all that.  But it’s like, my grades were awful, and my dad kept saying my mom didn’t want me and she wasn’t exactly acting like she wanted me, and my dad couldn’t afford me and it’d be like… any time of day that I started thinking about any of it I’d think about all of it.”

I wonder if this is why she started emotionally dissociating and getting numb? I don't think we've seen these kinds of spirals from Verona so far, except when she got captured by Bristow. And then I was surprised by how immediate and forceful her self-hatred showed up. It makes a lot of sense if that was something she struggled with earlier, and then never got a chance to really work through it, but just started repressing it. And now she has mental barriers in place that just leave her feeling blank and nauseous when things go badly with her family.

“It’s not you, it’s probably me being dumb and it’s really stupid.  I don’t get where the lines are drawn or what the rules are.  I kind of want to ask for rules or figure you out but I feel like that’s demanding or I’m prying.  But it’s also nagging at me and that part of it sucks.”

I'm feeling a lot of sympathy for Jeremy here. He's trying really hard not to put a burden on Verona, or risk making her feel weird for boundaries that he doesn't understand

“Do you like boobs, Jer?” she asked.  “Or the idea of them?” “What?” His eyes went wide. He looked startled.

From anyone other than Verona, this question would feel like a trap

“On a scale of one to ten, how do you rate the boob?” “I… seven.” [...] “And you like girls romantically…” “Yeah… if we’re using scales, nine out of ten."

Verona is reinventing the split attraction model

“Swimsuits, underclothes…” “Sure. Seven out of ten and nine point five out of ten?” he said. “That’s interesting,” she said.  “Why nine point five?”

Verona, I get your curiosity, but please stay focused on your goal and stop using him as a research subject. This has got to be terrifying for Jeremy

He was practically frozen as she opened a drawer and pulled out some bras, placing it in his lap, hand moving to stop it from falling to the floor.

oh gods

She moved the box with Sir in it, and sat next to Jeremy, her left leg against his left leg, her right leg hooked around his butt, her chin on his shoulder, looking over it at the pile.  He still wasn’t moving.

no fucking kidding he isn't moving!

“Yeah,” he said.  “After this I’m about a thousand percent less sure I know how girls work.”

very fair

“We could work on that.  Hey, you’re done.  One mystery hopefully solved?  You’ve learned something about girls.  A little less intimidated?  Less likely to fumble when it counts?”

there is a story running parallel to Pale about Jeremy coming of age, and in it Verona is fulfilling the manic pixie dream girl role

I’m just… curious, and into boys bodies, and boy brains. And I think of you as a friend and figuring that out with a friend would be cool.

rare m/f example of the "as good friends, let's platonically experiment sexually with each other" trope

Verona shook her head. She hesitated. “Want to try it on a live model?” she asked.

WOW

(get it Verona)

“You good?” he asked. She’d resumed brushing her teeth, but she nodded, and danced a bit on the spot. She pointed at him. “I’m good,” he said. “Not really sure how to… what to do, now.”

I think the implication here is meant to be that Verona gave Jeremy a blowjob

She stood on her toes to kiss him, and it was… a kiss. Nice but not especially interesting beyond that.

in contrast to the happy dancing from a minute earlier

There was a look from her dad, like he knew exactly what had transpired, and Jeremy’s stricken look didn’t exactly help sell the casual vibe Verona was going for.

Jasmine telling him that Verona is not, in fact, a late bloomer is probably contributing here

As if the house had been strictly his and she’d just lived in it.  And now he knew it was hers too and he had to deal with the knowledge he couldn’t control everything she did there.

genuinely glad that this was empowering for Verona. Though as always worried about this prompting escalation

“Cool.  Great, so that’s probably an option.  It’d be nice if you guys were all happy and comfortable.”

Avery continuing to be sweet!

“I’ve got this cut on my arm, and scrapes at my stomach.” Tashlit paused, eyes narrowing. “Is that a problem?” Avery asked, caught off-guard. Tashlit nodded, which put her more off-guard, but then Tashlit reached out to give Avery a pat on the shoulder. Reassuring, being gentle. Oh, it was a problem, but only because it was sad, or whatever.

aww

“Oh.  Listen, I’m really thankful, this… makes a lot of things easier.  I don’t want to take it for granted, so is there anything I can get you?  Things you like?  That would make today better?”

:)

“This might be a weird question, but does it serve any function?  The skin?  Could you just… lose it?”

So Tashlit responds that she can't now, and doesn't want to, but will end up losing it in the future. Given the snake part of her ancestry, I'm guessing she'll molt at some point? And given that she appeared human until recentish, my guess is when she molts it will complete her transformation, and that she is growing scales under her skin

“I’d really like to- it’s our duty, you know, to look after Kennet.  To help you guys.  So I want to help get you to where you’re not so-so here.  Where you’re as happy as can be with where you’re at, who you’re with.”

Picking the three of them for Kennet was a really good choice

I go out there, to strange and weird places, and then I come back.  Home. Departures and arrivals.

It's good to see Avery start to figure herself out. Reminds me (in a smaller way) of the self-defintion Lucy did as part of her implement ritual.

And from a "sworn to look after Kennet" perspective, lucky that she wants to keep coming back.

“This… the fact I’m a lesbian doesn’t take away from either.”

yeah! Congrats on saying it!

“Yeah. I really do want nothing else than for all my sons and daughters to love and be loved, Avery. I really do believe you deserve that. I’m proud you’ve found yourself.” “That’s me, I’m a finder.”

the real Path you have to find was inside you all along :P

“I wish he’d… I think he kept saying I, I, I, him, his viewpoint.  I don’t know.  He joked. It was a little forced, like if I was better at noticing details I might’ve noticed how he was standing further away than usual or something.”

:(

“Stole ’em.  I don’t have an original thought in my head.  I’m a sad sack of regurgitated memes and references.”

oh mood

“Can do.  I love you, you know.” “Fuck off with that so I can get back to fantasizing that I’m an only child.”

aww :)

She’d met it head on, talking to her parents.  Departures and arrivals… she kept coming back a bit stronger. She badly wanted to walk another Path. To get ready and get stronger than she’d been for the Blue Heron stuff. She wanted to meet this, all of this Kennet and practice stuff, head on, too. As she’d done here. Head on- no. Prongs-on.

I really like the imagery of departing and returning, each time a little stronger. Seems like something Avery could lean into, and establish with the spirits as how she grows. And it fits well with a Finder's practice, where each Path you walk gives a boon.

Also, I love "prongs-on". Incredibly dorky and great.

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