#the need to seal away and hide the chaotic spirit inside him

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Thinking about what existing fictional characters your OCs would relate to and identify with the most is really something.

My girl Allets really be out here with a kin list that includes

Adora from She-ra and the Princesses of Power,

Nimona from Nimona,

Adrien Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug, AND

Henry Jekyll from The Glass Scientists.

I love her so much.

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I love your writing and I recently saw a post of yours about the reader being the God Of Chaos and I was wondering if you could make a part two with characters of your choice, if it’s not that much of a trouble! Remember to drink water and rest well <3

Tysm! I’m really happy to see that a lot of you enjoyed it, and being honest, chaos reader now have a special place in my heart lol

Then let’s write a second part! Hope everyone likes these as well! ( ✌︎'. ')✌︎

Thanks for the request!✨

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[II - HC] God of Chaos! Reader & Genshin Characters

Characters: Bennett, Tartaglia, Scaramouche, Ganyu, Chongyun

Gn! Reader

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

<- First part

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BENNETT

First of all, how dare u

This boy already has a chaotic life for you to arrive and making it worse.

But being honest, it wasn’t intentional, just like always.

Besides he’s a kid. The chaos of a kid + chaos of his bad luck, I mean- how were you not supposed to meet him?

That day was really strange, for the very first time the chaos wasn’t attracted by you, but you were attracted to chaos. Like a moth following a lantern on the street, something that you felt like you had to do, some kind of childish curiosity that guide your way to find Bennett in the middle of his adventure.

Poor boy was charging his pyro attack to max until a barrel exploded near him, he flew in the air waiting for a rough landing before his trajectory sent him where you were standing, still looking for the origin of that uneasy sensation of curiosity.

Luckily for him you could see his shadow just in time to react. You looked up because of the strange silhouette on the ground next to you and there he was, surrounded by a cloud of smoke and fire, with his screams getting louder and louder as he falls.

You trapped him in your arms, with the situation turning even more strange when the first thing he said was “nice catch!” with the bright smile of his.

Like if his hair on fire wasn’t a big deal.

It’s raining men ig

Before you could ask anything, a crowd of angry hilichurls appeared from the same direction where Bennett came at first.

The white haired boy jumped off from your arms and tried to grasp your hand to run away together, but instead you pulled him near and then behind you before rising your hand to the front, pointing the stampede of furious creatures about to reach you both.

Not even a leaf fell from a tree before the hilichurls stopped, all of them felt your presence immediately, the primitive sensation of danger that meant a silent threat. Following the message that another camp of them told long ago, ‘get away from that stranger’.

Bennett was surprised, kind of scared at least. He wasn’t sure about how to call that feeling.

Are you a beast tamer?! Maybe an adventurer that discovered a secret about hilichurl’s behavior! Wait- where are you going? Don’t leave him behind, the doubt won’t let him sleep tonight!

You explained to him that it was dangerous for both to be near each other (more dangerous for him than for you), still you needed to get away. To protect Bennett and the other adventurers that were exploring nearby.

But why? He was so excited about meeting someone who could react that fast and precise! Like the heroes in the legends!

Please show him your ways, he’s begging you, how can you be rude to Bennett? That literally illegal.

When he heard that there was a God of Chaos exploring all over Teyvat like an errant he connected two points (even if there wasn’t a single thing to connect in first place).

You’re like him!

Hello ?? You’re literally ?? the most qualified to be part of Benny’s Adventure Team ??

Negative plus negative is positive, isn’t it? Maybe if you roam near Bennett his bad luck can collide with your chaos to neutralize each other!

You told him that you were leaving after that short conversation, but in reality you just hide from his sights and followed him from behind.

That kid really put you on your nerves, running into danger without knowing. Was that what Zhongli have to deal with every time you visit Liyue?

The old man really deserves an apology.

You’re not doing this an habit, of course not! You’re the all mighty God of Chaos, the ultimate troublemaker! How was even possible to think about wanting to protect a human just because he has bad luck? That’s ridic-

“Watch out!” You had to abandoned your hiding spot to reach Bennett again, pulling him away from the place where a bunch of hunter’s traps were. “Barbatos, why all your children have to be like this?…” You whispered for yourself, actually waiting for a answer, maybe a little too much because you didn’t free Bennett. His feet were just barely touching the ground.

“Oh, it’s you! Hello again!”

Enough of babysitting, that’s it, both of you are heading back to Mondstadt. This boy is a danger for himself, who allowed him to be an adventurer in first place?

After abandoned him in front of the city’s bridge you turn back to the forest, believing that it was the end, even if in the process your chaos took the life of some pigeons nearby.

Next morning you were sleeping peacefully on the branches of a huge old tree, feeling the wind of your bard friend greeting you from the distance.

Then a storm started out of nowhere; your fault.

And almost immediately you heard a cheerful voice below you, calling your name like a lost child searching for their parents.

As Bennett climbs the tree to talk with you a lightning strikes near enough to make both of you jump because of the surprise, falling from the branch and meeting each other on the mud below.

“Sorry, my bad.” Bennett and you said at the same time, to later laugh because of that.

It seems that both are more alike than you would expect

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TARTAGLIA

How do I explain that this guy already knew about you-

As you may suspect, yes, his only reason of wanting to meet you was to fight you.

The first step for taking the thrones of gods is beating one of the youngest, isn’t it? It would be a good start, and you’d be also one of the best opponents he ever fought! The only thing still needed was a way to make you accept his challenge.

Tartaglia’s first try was by attacking you without hesitation, not even a warning, just shooting an arrow for behind and waiting for you to counter. And yes, that didn’t go as planned, the rope of his bow snapped even before aiming.

It wouldn’t be that easy, the distance is always boring for a fight, why not just attacking directly?

Because you learned from Morax that you must not hurt mortals; the reason of your trip was for appreciate the human’s life, to understand why you exist, to have a reason to not end with everything that crosses your path.

To convince yourself that you’re not only destruction.

But it was hard to stay calm if he constantly provokes you to fight back. Always dodging, always running away, always breaking his weapons.

Barely holding yourself to not to break his Vision at this point.

Dodging one of his attacks again you ended up on top of a nearby structure by the side of the road, watching him from above and begging for him to stop for once.

Tartaglia clicked his tongue in annoyance, you would escape again. He was as sick as you of that senseless hunt. Maybe was the stress what impede him to think wisely, because his next strategy was like a death wish.

The water blades disappeared from his hands and, for the first time, he had a casual talk with you. Smiling and waving his hands to look relaxed.

Then he mentioned the incident with Osial, a event that almost became a tragedy. And the only reason you knew about that was because Morax told you about it, about his contract and the reason why he left his position as an Archon the next time you visited him.

It was your fault, isn’t it?

“… what?”

"As you heard! The conditions for summoning Osial was ideal, bringing back a sealed god filled with hatred and hungry for destruction couldn't have been possible if you hadn't been around Liyue that day.” His hand lifted to pointing at you, also smiling as your expression turned into a concerned one. “Oh, our God of Chaos, you were successfully satiated as the catastrophe filled the ocean! Bring us back the destruction, because it's the only thing you ever knew!”

He was obviously just mocking you, but still Tartaglia managed to actually make you think about it.

Your fault. Your chaos.

And even with that, Rex Lapis didn’t seal you or tried to eradicated you like the burden that you are for every nation.

It’s just a matter of time before you destroy all humane existence when you get bored of your fantasy of not being a spirit of chaos.

An infinity of negative and dark thoughts began to fill your mind.

It was sad, it was so sad that the erosion already began to have an effect on you being so young. You were afraid, you were concerned, the stress ate you inside while you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t like he said.

Your mind collapsed, and you left the wrath take the control for the first time in centuries.

A fight? That’s all he wanted? Easy, that’s easy, just kill him and everything will end. His annoying voice won’t torment you ever again, his words won’t hurt ever again.

It’s easy, so easy. Mortal life is so easy to end.

He’ll defeat the gods, he’ll take their thrones and will witness the world’s end in the final battle he planned since his first encounter with the traveler.

But that day Tartaglia noticed the difference between your strength, it wasn’t huge, neither significant enough. But you were stronger, and it’s well known that wrath and despair can provide extra energy when it’s needed.

The perception of time disappeared, the world did too. Nature, men creation, everything will succumb against chaos, existence itself will be reduce to ashes.

That’s why you exist, to make sure there’s not too much heroes trying to make the nations a boring place. You just need to accept it!

But…

‘There’s no other way?’

The question sparkle inside your mind, bringing you back out of nowhere. There’s a lot of irregularities in the ground nearby, the land was broke for something that impacted with an inhuman strength, even the structure where you step on top was gone, just the remain of a building was left.

And your hands were holding something bland and soft, the warm sensation on your palms and the strange movements caught your attention to look down. Your hands were strangling Tartaglia.

From the other side his hands were trying to remove yours, his strength was minimal, not even able of closing his fingers around your wrist.

A expression full of pain and regretting of his decisions, question by question filling his mind while the air became harder to get.

A broken bow, his Vision has been thrown away. Now it was a human versus a god.

You took a step back, afraid of what you were about to do. You have to stay calm and quiet forever? To prevent catastrophe, to bring peace to mortals? Who’s the one you have to blame for creating you? How you could think that coexisting with humans was possible? Even if you say that you don’t want to make any problems you would stay near them.

“Just… leave me alone.”

Was the last thing you said, a whisper that wanted to apologize for a whole eternity, a regret that couldn’t be forgot. And then you left that place, escaping one last time.

But wait for him, Tartaglia thought, he didn’t need your compassion.

Sooner or later he would have his revenge.

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SCARAMOUCHE

Finally! With Shogun Raiden’s gnosis on his possession and the all mighty hero of Mondstadt weakened there’s no way things can go wrong for him!

A little delay in his plans, but still a smile remained on his face. Kunikuzushi couldn’t wish for anything else right now.

But you already know what is going to happen next.

In this world exist Murphy’s Law?, because anything that could go wrong went wrong after he claim for victory. Even being far away of the factory it seemed that the karma reached him immediately.

He just got his guard down for a couple seconds, and then, whoshh. Now you see it, now you don’t. The gnosis disappeared from his pocket, not here, not there. The annoyance filled his chest and then a irritated growl came from his throat.

What in the world happened?

Scaramouche looked to a huge tree in front of him, and there you were. On your favorite place to sit, above from everyone else in a branch. Holding the gnosis as the board piece it looks like, playing throwing it up a little and then catching it again and again.

Who you think you are to act that carefree on his presence? If you wanted to die so bad then you could just have asked for it.

Even if he called you and made a question first you counter it with another one, what was he doing with that thing?

You were sick of those who defy the gods thanks to his ‘workmate’.

Scaramouche ordered you to give him the gnosis back, threats and insults came out from his mouth as a distraction; in reality, he was just ready to set the first hit from behind.

But something made him stop just in time when you talked again.

“I don’t care what you are planning, but if it involves the ones who I’m in debt with, you will surely fail.”

“Another clairvoyant? Hah, your type are more words than an actual subject matter, but I have to admit it, they’re also very skill to escape.”

“It was a warning.” You said, throwing again the gnosis, this time to his direction.

Scaramouche reacted in time to rise his arms but in midair something caught the chess-like piece before his fingers. Surprising him again and making the irritation event more unbearable.

It was a tanuki. The same that looked behind a second before running even deeper in the forest.

The chaos isn’t necessary a huge disaster; a little accident, an inconvenient, a failure, it depends time and place to be considered like a catastrophe.

Scaramouche had a killer gaze just for you in his face, in respond you smiled at him, then covered your mouth with both hands to fake surprise.

“What a shame! Better luck next time, gods defier.” Your laugh could be heard all over the woods, like a spectral echo that chased him his way to get back the gnosis.

He got it back after a few minutes of a stressful walk through the forest, found the tanuki dancing on a stone before disappearing again. When he got closer he found that piece, making sure it was the real one and not just another trick.

The following days he received endless reports of Fatui soldiers and entire camps being reduced to rubble aside lost or destroyed materials; it was a higher level sabotage done by who they said was someone of relatively young appearance in strange clothes, the one that enjoyed staring at them until something goes wrong.

Nobody could defeat them, not even get closer. And with that, Scaramouche knew they were talking about you.

Was that what you meant with “warning”? Who are you exactly? Not even holding a Vision, how could you… ?

A quick order was enough to deliver him a book full of ancient legends, part of the Fatui private collection. Texts that were lost and the world had forgotten, his only hope was that you weren't exactly mortal, and if that was the case they could take advantage of your nature.

Hah, he found you.

God of Chaos, a body sculptured by the blood and bodies of the ones who died in middle of the wars. At first they were just a being full of anger and affinity for taking the life of every living being on earth, until the same hand that created them gave them a human heart of their own. Made without any prior basis, without being the remains of the deceased. Something one of a kind, the mortal heart of a god.

When human emotions filled the vessel they were released into the world, to mourn over the spilled blood and to know how everything of their existence originates. Born from the red that stained the fields and being the bud that seemed withered, the same that now has the deepest roots ever found.

Hmm, that brings back some memories…

But hey, that vital energy could be useful.

Don’t be surprised if one day you wake up chained and feeling dizzy as Scaramouche drains your life. You know what? Just wait for it! Running away as you did with that idiot won’t work this time.

Every possibility can be foreseen, every inconvenience can be solved. And if you think that you’re an exception then you’re stupider than you look.

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GANYU

Bold of you assume that Zhongli didn’t introduce you to everyone the first time you travel to Liyue.

The difference between your meeting was that it had to be really short. Ganyu is always busy so you couldn’t know her better before her duty called for her again.

Obviously you heard a lot of stories of her childhood thanks to Cloud Retainer. The day she knew about it Ganyu avoided you, next week she apologized with you about it. It was very rude, please pardon her.

Such a big sister vibes ngl

An Adeptus working that hard to human’s matters. It was so cool to follow her from a significant distance to see how was her routine.

If you could only live that peacefully near humans without causing any problem! What a dream! The envy was killing you.

Ganyu didn’t mind about you stalking her, the feeling of a companion was always present and she also knew that you had to keep some distance from everybody to not cause any accident. She appreciated your consideration.

Until a soldier from the millelith arrested you for harassment, wait- you’re innocent! Don’t get closer, hold on! Hold on!

The handcuffs broke almost immediately, though.

When Ganyu resolved the misunderstanding she hold your hands to apologize again, it had to be really stressful to be aware of any chaos you could create accidentally.

What if you… wait for her on the surroundings of the city?

Please, she have a lot of work, don’t interrupt her, she’s begging you.

Ganyu thought you heard her request, but she knew that you were just hiding when a window opened out of nowhere and a lot of documents flew away in the room.

You appeared hanging upside down from the other side of the window, jumped down and entered to pick up the documents. You hand her over all the pages and then you leave through the space on the wall.

“… I’ll be in Huaguang Stone Forest… ”

“Thank you.”

Even though you both agreed that you would return to the stone forest, she couldn't help but feel guilty as the hours passed, did you feel like a nuisance? Maybe she should apologize. Again.

When another successful day at work ended, she realized that repeating the same words over and over was not the best way to show her regret. That’s why a better idea formed in his head as she approached the abode of the rest of Adeptus.

Ganyu found you being scolded by Mountain Shaper for unintentionally releasing the trespassing intruders along with other creatures from their amber prisons.

After rescuing you again, she was able to propose her idea to you. With a calm and charming voice she asked you if you would like to learn about Liyue's traditions from the human perspective.

Sure, Zhongli could tell you about the beginning of traditions and festivities, but the way to celebrate them and pay tribute to the Adeptus was something that only a person who had lived among mortals for years could explain to you.

Your eyes shone in gratitude but no words really came out of your lips, kind of embarrassed you said some nonsensical things and then another amber cracked when you brushed its surface.

Mountain Shaper kicked you out without thinking twice.

But hey! The next day your classes on Culture from the Mortal Perspective began! A quick but calm walk through Liyue that got spread when a bunch of kids recognized you.

How could they not remember the person who plays with them every time they get a chance?

Ganyu sat by the side of the road on an empty bench, watching you scamper the children who seemed happy at your mere presence. Like the occasional accidents of a child, the curious and outlandish nature cannot be controlled, only accepted.

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CHONGYUN

Don’t move! The future best exorcist in the world, Chongyun, will put an end to your legacy of misdeeds and pranks! No evil specter that causes bad luck will survive to-!

Just by lightly tapping with your fingertips you were able to break the seal of the talismans that surrounded you out of nowhere. Pushing back the boy who was convinced that he had beaten his yang.

how dare u interrupt him.

Another of Xingqiu’s pranks? Isn’t this going a little to far? He hadn’t learn about not believing everything his friend says smh.

Let’s just mess with him a little.

‘Measure your words, human. In the presence of the God of Chaos, the first thought that should run through your mortal instinct is to beg for your life, since those who dare to defy them will be punished and displayed as a trophy in the infinity of the abyss from which the catastrophe came out.’

You took a few steps closer to him, while Chongyun kept backing away. The scene was so dramatic that you had to stop when the boy summoned his sword.

Haha jk, nice to meet u.

It's nice to know that there are still such dedicated exorcists out there.

But wait-, so you're not an evil spirit? A God? Why is there a god causing accidents all over Liyue!? That makes no sense! If you think you can deceive him by pretending to be a deity then he shall punish you severely for disrespecting them!

After a detailed explanation of your identity, Chongyun's mood plummeted again due to another failure as an exorcist.

He sat silently on a rock and remained silent, his expression showed so well his disappointed that it made you feel like it was your fault.

Ohno, a sad human child, your weakness-

At the end you sat next to him to listen to what he had to say.

Did he really want to see a spirit so badly? Those things are horrible, wearing strange clothes and yelling all the time, buagh! The thought of it gives you chills. But there's nothing you can do, after all they are drawn to your chaos.

When you finished talking so indifferently about what you lived through from day to day, you looked back at Chongyun, finding his expressive eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Are you a magnet of evil? Chaos and destruction? Demons and spirits alike appear wherever you go?

Then you stopped him, it wasn't something to take so lightly; there’s also the chaos of the butterfly effect, natural disasters, unforeseen events, influencing the mood of evil people, losing your favorite pair of socks-

But you attract spirits, right!? You have to help him! How can you say ‘no’ to that face?

The next day he took you to one of his commissions as an exorcist, a house that had numerous reports from its previous tenants. He stayed outside and asked you to come in first, obviously you refused, if your chaos broke something inside you would have more problems besides the ghosts of the house.

He insisted a little more, it worked. Now you were waiting to feel the presence of some spirit trying to attack you. You could feel it, their energy was spread throughout the building, but still there was no movement. Neither hostility, neither terror, just the presence of a soul.

When it was Chongyun's turn to enter you explained this to him, his yang was also easy to perceive, you could describe it as a blizzard in the middle of the storm. But despite this, that presence didn’t react to his energy, nothing changed.

Then you understand it, your energies neutralized each other. Your chaos and his yang ended in a stalemate that went nowhere.

“I was really hoping to see an actual spirit and not only stay still in the middle of the entrance… “

“Well, I can still curse you. Want to try?” Chongyun crossed his arms, annoyed for your jokes.

“Maybe I should exorcize you instead… ”

“Ohh, so the little exorcist wants a deity to be his personal dummy? Let’s make a pact then. Promise me your soul.”

“I-I thought you said you weren’t actually a demon!”

When you stroked his hair he couldn't help but think about how much he still had to learn, so much so that even the gods were taking pity on him.

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Series: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Type: One-shot Main pairing: Zelink (Zelda and Link) Rated: T Tags/Genre: post calamity, pre botw2, what’s the tag for his adventuring in between?? just botw?, then that’s it LOL, angst Summary: Link scouts out Hyrule Castle to see how he should prepare to fight Ganon, and stumbles upon Zelda's bedroom and her diary after he believes he sees her there. Snippet: “It was a silent vow that always lingered around in his thoughts—from when he spoke to the remainder of the Hylians to listening to the sweet melodies of a past long gone, sung by Kass.” A/N: I am terrible at summaries and was never good at them LOL. Anyway, this is just a little something for linktober Day 19: phantom/ghost! This is also loosely based off of my other fic archived memories chapter 6 :~) (which will be out tomorrow on Oct 20 haha). Hope you enjoy!! I like to spend a week editing whatever I write 'cause I tend to change it a lot but didn't have the luxury of doing it for this piece since I wrote it last night afouhgkjds.  You can also read it on ao3!

The first time Link stepped into Castletown, he was barraged with an incessant amount of echoing whispers.

Chaotic, haunting, loud and quiet, begging, pleading, bargaining. It felt like they were whispering about him, but he couldn’t decipher one word drifting into his ears.

He was by no means ready to take on Calamity Ganon—he had simply wanted to scope out the area, to see what he should expect—and he was hit with a wave of nostalgia that he didn’t understand.

Then came the nausea, and the painful throb against his head whenever he gazed upon the castle. It was different up close—the pain was worse, the stench that rifted off the malice was almost unbearable, and his eyes watered by being within ten feet of it.

But he marched onward—past the rubble and decay of a once grandiose town—or at least that’s what he assumed. It was hard to decipher what it used to look like amongst the ruins.

Link strolled up to one of the glowing eyeballs, staring into it for just a moment, before he stabbed it. It sputtered, shrinking, shriveling, before it withered away. He tightened his grip on the handle of his sword as he scanned the rest of the area.

More, his mind chanted. He wanted to see more of them crumble up into dust.

An unbearable anger always overcame him when he encountered anything inflicted by the malice—he wanted to tear at it with his own hands, rip and shred it into pieces until there was not even a speck left.

The overwhelming sense of hatred and revenge that dwelled deep within him feared him—because he couldn’t pinpoint why. He understood why, knew why, from an outside perspective. It took all of his dear friends and family one hundred years ago, but how the anger simmered within him like it ran through his veins felt unfamiliar to him.

His body remembered but his mind didn’t.

Link traversed the ruins of Castletown speedily, taking out the glowing eyeballs one by one and watching with satisfaction as they faded away—it felt like he was reclaiming the town back from the Calamity—whatever was left of it, at least. It was all he could do now.

“Okay,” he huffed out, peering at the large iron doors that stood between him and the castle. “One quick look inside, then you come right back out.” He whispered, gulping. He more frequently than not spoke to himself whenever he was alone—it grounded him, reminded him to stay focused.

“Free Zelda and all will be well,” he said quietly, his eyes trained on the various Guardians loitering the front. He would chant this before he fell asleep and it was the first thought that passed his mind when he woke up. It was a silent vow that always lingered around in his thoughts—from when he spoke to the remainder of the Hylians to listening to the sweet melodies of a past long gone, sung by Kass.

Link pulled out his shield and sprinted forward—holding his breath as he struck his sword at a stationary Guardian before it could respond to his presence.

Again—that bloodthirsty anger laughed in joy as he watched it implode, and he pushed down the desire to tear apart the ones that had long stopped working, and forged ahead.

The heavy metal doors of the entrance slammed open as Link used magnesis, echoing. His nose scrunched up as the putrid stench of the malice slammed against him at full force—causing him to double over. Link his behind a crumbling wall to hide from the wandering eyes of the Guardians as he gathered his bearings.

“Do not encounter Calamity Ganon, not yet.” He whispered, warning. He wasn’t going to go in until he was absolutely prepared—he had already failed once. Link gritted his teeth as his grasped at the small, vague memories that he’s so far recovered. They were so fragmented and confusing, full of questions and questions and questions that lingering on them for too long caused his head to split open while his mind desperately tried to remember. But he never did, and in the end it only left him feeling like a hollow and fractured version of himself.

All he knew was that he had to stay alive—stay alive long enough to seal Calamity Ganon and to free Zelda.

Zelda.

His blood ran cold at he thought of her.

“Will she fade away, too?” Link whispered to the castle, glancing up at it.

It did not respond.

He forced his way through the entrance, using the wreckage to avoid needless confrontation. He needed to be quick, no matter how much he wanted to slaughter the rest of the Guardians and the malice. Once Link was inside, he found the orange glow enveloped around the castle unsettling, as if the air around here had stayed stagnant for the past century. It felt it was holding its breath, waiting. Or maybe it was slumbering.

Zelda. She was here, waiting.

Then, he thought of Mipha—and the way his heart dropped when he saw that cursed blueish glow around her, just like with the late King. She smiled at him with so much familiarity, but he could only stare blankly at her, mostly just confused. Her eyes gazed upon him with such love and comfort, but he could not return the same affection, even if he wanted to. He found it easier to—to detach himself a little bit. Untangle himself from the Champions when he encountered their spirits. He had one left—Urbosa—but he had to mentally steel himself to confront her, like he had to for Revali and Daruk. When he confronted the both of them after Mipha, he forced himself to reflect upon those past memories—his own past memories—as a mere spectator, and it helped.

Link shook his head, drawing himself back from the depths of his plagued mind. He circled around the ransacked interior—taking note of the blocked passages, the crumbles in the walls that acted as a makeshift pathway to another part of the castle, and attacked slumbering monsters who blocked his path with an all too personal rage.

And then he saw a tower outside from one of the windows, set a little apart from the main building. He would have to paraglide to it and climb up if he wanted to get in.

His eyes trailed up the tower, to the caved in wall and blinked—eyes widening when he saw something shift—blonde hair, green eyes, flickering.

He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head and peered again, but it was still there—she’s there—looking at him.

Link, without a second thought, jumped through broken glass window, his paraglider wide open as he headed toward the isolated tower, heart racing.

He latched onto the broken tower and glanced up—he saw her peering down at him, smiling. She was familiar and warm, and... and so close. So, so close.

Link desperately climbed up—almost slipping toward the end—but reached up just far enough to latch onto the edge of the opening, and threw himself over. He fell onto the ground of the room with a heavy thud, and found himself face to face with an alarmed moblin.

Link quickly rolled off to the side, narrowly missing getting slammed head first with its stolen weapon, and was up in a heartbeat, his own weapon drawn. He mindlessly went through the quick, precise motion of eliminating it—simply allowing his body to move on its own, because if he dwelled too much on it, he became rigid.

He hated being out of sync within his own body.

Link exhaled with the final blow, and watched the moblin scatter into thin air, leaving him alone in the room.

With no one in sight, to his dismay. He wasn’t sure how long he searched every nook and cranny for those familiar green eyes and golden hair, but there was not even a hint of her ever being there in the first place.

With a heavy heart, Link walked toward the rotten desk, observing the scattered, torn books that lay in its wake. There was a flimsy notebook—leather ripped and torn, pages missing, but some of the writing was still legible.

Link flipped to the first page, reading the barely legible text at the front.

Zelda’s Diary.

He flipped through the carefully, as to not tear the pages, and found various scribbles and sketches—then a pressed cherry blossom flower in one of the pages, now brittle and brown. When he brushed a gentle finger over it, it crumbled immediately. His eyes scanned the next pages—various face portraits of Hylians. His lips tilted up a little when he passed by some sketches of food, of pastries and breads, or at least that’s what he assumed they were. It was hard to tell since many of them had faded away into the obscurity of time.

Then he found a familiar face, a face that he knew all too well.

It was messily sketched, but it was him—smiling, laughing, sometimes stoic, and it peered back at him like a stranger. It was him, but not really him. Link wished he could talk to the person he used to be, to ask him all of the questions that had piled up, but it was a futile desire.

He sighed as he peeled his eyes away from the sketches and flipped through the pages once more.

“Bit by bit, I’ve gotten Link to open up to me…”

He paused, lifting the journal up closer than ever to his face. His eyes drank in the words—words about him, who he was, how she saw him. He stopped at the end of the paragraph and closed the journal, staring down at it with confliction.

He took out the Sheikah Slate and slipped it into his inventory, and along with it, a little hope.

“I’ll keep this journal safe for you,” he whispered into the quiet room, his eyes roving around the falling, rotting objects that Zelda once owned, “so when you return, you’ll still have something.”

He waited for a couple moments, listening to the still air around him, as particles of malice floated peacefully by. He found it foolish that he even considered the possibility of her responding back and slapped his cheeks.

“Get ahold of yourself,” he muttered tiredly. He knew coming here would prove difficult—in terms of physicality, at least. He thought with time, settling into this new world would prove easier, but the distant reminders of the past associated with the wreckage of a world he once knew seemed to nail in how... alone he was.

Even without all of his memories, his heart ached with a heavy loneliness amidst a vast and broken land, because when it mattered most, he couldn’t save a single one of them. And then he left her, he left Zelda, to suffer by herself for one hundred years.

But he could do something now, even if it couldn’t bring back the lives lost. Even if she was going to simply drift away into the sky with the others, he could at least free her from the century of pain and torment she had endured waiting for him.

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Setting of W&L (Wings and Light, Wiendell)

First, the cosmos was empty. There was only darkness, void and spacedust. But then, something happened. Dust started heating up, and became so hot it lighted up, becoming the first stars. And then, in the poorly lighted cosmos, the first two god deities were born: Ranaira and Aydnai, the first gods, the Pair, the Elder Duo. While Ranaira was the entity of the yellow stars, Aydnai was the deity of the white ones. Both of them had no gender at first, but were free to choose their look. Exploring the cosmos, they fell in love.

From their love were born three abnormal, Other Stars: Ikara, the blue star, Nibui, the purple star, and Devon, the red one. The three siblings were a good family for a long time. Ikara was the goddess of justice and law, Nibui - of wisdom, neutrality and knowledge, and Devon of desires and sin. And because of their brother, Ikara became afraid of him, and took Nibui to keep her safe. Devon did not like it. 

At this time, the Elder Duo found an unique star, and to their surprise, one and only planet orbiting it. They never saw a planet before, so they were happy for what they’ve found. The unique star was pale-yellow, and the Elder Duo thought of sharing it. But after they saw what was on the planet - which they named Wiendell - they gasped in surprise. There was life.

The Elder Duo created the ancient humans, Prilfes (ancient elves) and ancient dwarves. Enjoying their creation, the Elder Duo left it for a while, curious to find other planets like this one. Aydnai gifted Ranaira the star, when she herself will guard Wiendell by night, under the light of the white stars. Ranaira agreed. They named the strange star Demistar.

Meanwhile, Devon found his sisters in cosmos, and seduced both of them, showing them the nature of sin. The Other Stars all got filled with a new generation of gods: the Moons. When the Elder Duo, not knowing about the accident, told the Other Stars about Wiendell, they all fastly came to observe it, and gave birth to the Moons: 

Lluna, of lies and illusions; Selena, of truth and facts; Marsica, of blood and war; Neptunia, of water and ice; Jupiter, of time and history; Kynn, of wealth and luck; Plutonica, of darkness and fear; Kaotica, of chaos and impropabilities; Pandoauro, of nature and peace; Io, of beauty and mountains; Helara, of the dead and death; and Vulkaan, of smiths and volcanoes.

Then, the offsprings of the Other Stars looked upon Wiendell and the ancient races, and without any hesistation, without knowing about Ranaira and Aydnai even, they started changing it.

Selena gave birth to the Seleniths, or the Moon Elves, and let them live on her surface. Lluna - Selena’s twin sister - got jealous and made a rip off race of seleniths: the Moonmen. The only difference between them was the character and a big ruby, implanted in the foreheads of the moonmen, and less pointy ears.

Marsica gave birth to the ancient orcs, which became the inhabitants of her surface, and after many centuries evolved into Orc-kami, the green orcs, Tarra-kami, the orange four armed orcs, Oni-kami, the red orcs, Uray-Kami, the black orcs, and Nissk-kami, the blue winged orcs. A war started between the sacred clans of Kami, and in it, Uray-kami were sealed inside a mountain, frozen in ice for their warcrimes and cruelty, and Nissk-kami got their title of the sacred clan taken, and thus they became just Nissks, and banished into space. 

Neptunia gave birth to Atlants and Mermen, and adopted Nissks, giving them tentacles instead of wings.

Jupiter did not wanted any children, trying to get the very essence of reality, time, and history, but Kaotica attacked him and affected by her chaotic energy Jupiter accidentally gave birth to Khaydzi, the anthropomorphic snakes, Nagas, people with snake tails instead of legs, and Rmuja, the people with snakes instead of spines. He left them be, and sent them to Wiendell. 

Kynn wanted to keep her gold safe, and asked for help from Vulkaan and Io, who gifted her the Spirits of Kynn, knights made from midasium, Gnomes, who would keep her gold safe on Wiendell, and Imakoaka, or the Red Tailed Bestems, tall anthro tail-less maned wolves.

Plutonica needed the enrgy of fear, so she gave birth to Shaags, white skinned lizardlike people with bloody eyes, who would be able to feed off fear. Helara offered Plutonica a gift, servants who will serve her - the Spirits of Plutonica, and she agreed. These dark creatures were once alive, but became such after death.

Pandoauro gave birth to Centaurs, Satyrs, Harpies, Dryads and Hobbits. They all spreaded on her surface, living in a green paradise.

Io gave birth to Naiklyn, spirits of nature and beauty, which she shared with Pandoauro. Slightly bluish, with deer horns and astonishingly beautiful, mute, they came to Wiendell to keep the beautiful sightings of nature safe with their magic.

Vulkaan forged Titans, tall horned demi-gods; Emperors, even more powerful demi-gods, sometimes called the fourth generation of gods; Cyclops, one eyed brutal creatures; Rokrytes, people of stone; Golems, whose secret of creation he sahred with Elves; and Nords, the tall blonde warriors who kept the secret of an utopia.

On Wiendell there appeared strange creatures, Pixithes, who claimed they came from the fey-realm. They had colorful eyes, hair, and were born with tattoos. They were always linked with all three generations of gods of Wiendell, and their colors indicated that.

When Orcs opened a portal to Wiendell, they started a war with a large kingdom of humans. Humans locked themselves behind the highes walls, and stayed there, not giving up. After centuries, orcs gave up, but the creatures who walked out of the city were not humans anymore. They names themselves Glaedmins, and were looking like very slender people with tan, sunburnt skin. They were fast and agile, and had almost no need in food, compared to other races.

Harpies and Nagas combined, and thus was created a new race: Quetzals, who had both features of snakes and birds: wings and a tail, which they were able to “hide”.

A mad human scientist experimented with ooze and slimes, and by accident created anthropomorphic slimes: Narzals. They ran away and made their own underground cities.

A big kingdom, after furious and fanatic praising of Devon, was turned into Tieflings.

...in cosmos there appeared a sentient planet, which named itself Synergon. The whole planet was just a biomechanism. He stated that he could be counted as a god, but he did not want any conflicts, so he stayed away, not interacting with Wiendell.

From dragons and by the will of Pandoaruo, were created the Dragonborn. Pandoaruo also gave birth to Minotaurs.

Last, Vulkaan forged the Gargoyles, to keep Wiendell safe from the attacks and shenanigans of Devon, despite being his own son.

Emperors enslaved large amounts of people and turned them into Empicrates, their servants.

Nibui, feeling lonely, gave birth to Mamirs, blue and purple colored creatures looking alike octopi, and let them live peacefully in her own realm.

Devon created the Hordemons to destroy everything created and become the only god. Hordemons were demons looking alike mummies of giant monstrous wolves, and could turn anything and anyone into themselves. Turns out they wer too powerful and almost destroyed Devon himself, so he encaged them in the Hordemons Cage realm.

Devon have made five worlds which were his own realms: Hell, Apocalypse, Hordemons Cage, Tombworld, Labyrinth and Abaddon. 

The Elder Duo created Godhheim, the afterlife paradise.

Some glaedmins joined Synergon and became Synergonians, parts of him and his followers, inhabitants.

Shinhels were created by Helara from Pixithes, all black colored and working for her, taking the souls of the dead.

Cyclops with Vulkaan’s help create the Warforged for the war against Hordemons.

The magic of this world is built upon the different lights. So, the Demistar is both yellow and white light, of Ranaira and Aydnai. Ikara, Nibui and Devon all have their lights, and thee Moons act like special lenses or filters which change the light of the stars and give it different effects. It is possible to fly using the light wind of different stars. 

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Darkness”

The Messengers of Darkness have a clear purpose: to always create havoc and destruction no matter where they go. Lately one of them slowed down for a weird reason: the entity fell in love with a mortal. Such transgression is bound to attract unwanted attention from its peers, yet the Dark One posing as The Joker won’t let anything stand between his kind and the woman he will protect at all costs.  

The sound of distant thunder makes you snuggle to The Joker’s chest; you feel your forehead being kissed before another rumble disrupts the gloomy dawn.

“Is there a storm coming?” you yawn and open one eye. “Should we close the windows?”

“No, it’s fine,” J replies, carefully listening to hidden whispers scattered in the breeze making its way around Gotham.

“Ok…” you mumble and pull the covers higher until your nose sticks out from behind the thickest comforter. Your steady breathing queues J you’re dozing off again and he rolls out of bed, displeased about the unwanted presence he senses nearby.

“I know you’re here,” he growls while sniffing the air.

A low humming confirms his suspicion and The Clown Prince of Crime sneaks outside on the terrace in order to greet the emissary sent with a clear assignment.

“Why are you hiding?” the question echoes in the quietness. “Show yourself!”

“I’m not hiding.”

As soon as the words are spoken, the sinister apparition materializes in front of The Joker: it has human shape, yet is made only of Darkness. The being and its counterpart posing as The Clown Prince of Crime were born from the same abyss: one could say that makes them siblings, although the notion of family doesn’t exist in the Shadow Realm.

“What do you want?” J mutters, unhappy his early morning is interrupted by a visitor bearing ill news.

He can tell.

“The High Council demands your attendance for a meeting.”

“Regarding?” the green haired King bites on his cheek, already guessing on the answer.

“Your relationship with the mortal.”

J is watching the lightning chaotically striking inside the creature’s body since The Dark Ones are in a permanent state of mayhem: their blackness is carried within and enables them to travel between different dimensions.

“What relationship?” The Joker huffs, pretending to brush off any attachment that’s out of character for his kin.

“I was told you slowed down your activities in the past six months after you’ve met the woman.”

“I didn’t slow down. I’m actually planning for more anarchy,” the explanation prompts advice from the entity:

“I hope you won’t dare lie to the members of The Council like this; they will immediately know just like I know.”

The Joker exhales, glaring at the grey clouds above.

“What are you doing anyway?” the wraith lectures out of pure spite. “We don’t engage with these maggots; they’re useless and their lives are gone in a blink of an eye! We’re immortals and unstoppable, designed for a simple purpose: to reign this miserable planet and ensure its doom! So I’m asking: what are you doing?!”

For the first time in the whole eternity, he doesn’t have a reason for his behavior.

“I can’t rationalize what I feel,” J approaches the specter, “but allow me to demonstrate,” he transforms into the wretched monster that he truly is, identical to the one standing before him.

There is a big difference though: the fire bolts illuminating his frame are not randomly striking at once, they keep on hitting the same spots in a very organized pattern.

“What… what is this?!!” the uncanny sister marvels at the view.

“Not sure, it happens when I’m around Y/N. Here, you can feel it also,��� he takes her right hand and places it on his chest.

She gasps at the unexpected sensation: quietness. Complete quietness; no crazy havoc, no evil thoughts, no urge to kill.

“How did you do this?!!!” she inquires, dumbfounded.

“I have no clue,” The Joker reclaims his human shell, waiting for her to snap out of trance.

“The Council won’t like this,” the evident truth is spoken aloud. “How did you even connect with the girl on such a level?!”

J lifts his shoulders up, confused.

“I really have no idea.”

Awkward stillness.

“We must leave,” the apparition urges a troubled Joker; it’s strange for him to worry about someone and for the moment he’s concerned about you while dreading the encounter with his kin:

How did a twisted devil like him actually learn the definition of such complicated emotions? How can he justify such abomination to his peers?

It most than likely won’t end well because The Council is already suspicious regarding his bizarre actions.

“I’ll return shortly,” he snarls. “I have to say goodbye.”

*************

You stretch under his weight, J yanking at the sheets to expose your face.

“I have an emergency meeting,” he grumbles in your ear.

“Baaaby…”, you cuddle to his neck half snoozing. “Can I take a shower and join you?”

“No… Stay in bed; I promise I’ll come back for you.”

Y/N smiles, totally oblivious at the meaning.

“You’d better Mister J; your girlfriend might get cold and she’ll need company,” you pout and he stands up, bending over to kiss you.

“I will,” the grin disappears from his face as your eyelids close; he wishes he could linger on the premises yet the messy situation requires hasty measures. Another kiss and he vanishes into thin air, abandoning the woman at The Penthouse.

You sigh in your sleep, the sudden cold gust of wind filling up the room. In a few minutes the chillness intensifies and Y/N is unaware of the grave danger she’s in: another Dark Messenger is there to annihilate the target she became after changing the laws of nature.

The meeting with The High Council was a pretext to send your protector away; The Shadow known as The Joker is a powerful entity among his kind and they didn’t want to risk any trouble. Your faith was sealed the second you bonded with him and although you aren’t guilty of anything, it doesn’t matter: you are guilty to them and that’s the sole logic they bow to.

Invisible to the human eye, the enemy is near: it watches you turn on your side, wondering what’s so damn special about an average mortal; nothing peculiar to indicate you could create trouble and switch the balance hanging in their favor. A woman like so many others.

And yet unique in a way The Dark Ones will never understand.

The wraith awaits for a little bit longer: your guardian has to be far, thus he won’t have an opportunity to save his cherished human. Ten extra minutes… fifteen…twenty…thirty…

The creature unravels his claws, quickly closing the distance between the two of you. Another step and it’s here, smelling your scent with disgust.

“Repulsive being…” he sneers, touching the lump of skin and bones peacefully resting without a care in the universe.

There is no warning, no escape: your body instantly disintegrates, the silver ashes flying on the pillows you were hugging.

The specter chuckles at the sweet victory, reckoning the reward for its mighty deed will be greatly remembered in the centuries to come.

If only…

Ironically enough your demise will set things in motion unseen neither in the world of the living or the Shadow Realm: the ordinary girl might have been just a grain of sand passing through infinity, but they forgot one important detail: she was HIS GIRL.

************

The two companions are almost reaching their final destination at the end of the 7th Gate of Darkness, when the twisted spirit posing as J halts.

“Something is wrong,” he mumbles, the unbearable emotion of impending doom growing stronger.

“What is it?” his escort curiously inquires as the lightning inside his celestial shape strikes chaotically again: no more steady pattern since you are gone.

“Something is very wrong; I can’t feel her anymore!” he shrieks, preparing for an interdimensional jump. “I’m going back!”

“We’re practically home; I’m sure she’s fine,” the soothing lies have the exact opposite effect. “We are expected and The Council hates delays.”

“I don’t care! I’m going back!”

“Wait, I’m coming too!” she offers because the whole charade points out at the ugly reality: they used her to lure him out of the nest without sharing their plan.

************** Ten minutes… fifteen…twenty…thirty…

“I told you I can’t feel her anymore…” his sister hears as soon as she catches up to him in the master bedroom where you were left to nap. “Did you know about this?”

He keeps on caressing the soot scattered on the blankets, numb to her sentences:

“I didn’t know! They just entrusted me with an easy mission and I obeyed. I was only told to bring you in front of Council for questioning; they didn’t share the bigger picture with me.”

The more she defends her innocence, the more her voice fades within the infernal ruckus shaking the building from the ground up.

“Ummm… What are you doing?!” she asks even if she can sense his intentions.

The decorative objects scattered around The Penthouse shatter into tiny particles drifting towards The Joker and he buries his face in the lifeless ashes on the bed, the only proof you were once there.

“You can’t do that!” she screams over the deafening commotion. “You can’t turn back time, it’s forbidden!”

“I want her back!!!!”

“Stop!!!! You can’t control it! You’ll lose your powers for the transgression; how will you even find her?! You’ll end up before you’ve ever met and she won’t know you!”

“That’s my burden to worry about, not yours!” the Dark One hisses amidst the hellish storm created in order to reset The Clock: the sands of time are moving backwards and he doesn’t care about consequences.

It’s better to take the risk and try to recover the lost connection than endure ages of solitude in the eternal murkiness.

*************

You drag your feet on the concrete, squeezing the bag full of groceries to your chest; three more blocks and you’ll finally be home after another exhausting day at work. You keep on admiring the nice clothes and shoes exhibited by the chic boutiques on Main Street: that’s all you can afford anyway….lots of window shopping.

You manage not to cry at the harsh disappointment of finding yourself in a desperate situation courtesy of your boyfriend Mark; I guess ex-boyfriend to be more specific. God knows how difficult it was to save money together for almost a year for a downpayment on a condo situated in a better neighborhood since this one is going downhill!

And the unthinkable happened: you had another terrible fight thus he took his stuff and moved out the following week. You were at work so Mark came to gather his last items; he was supposed to leave the spare key, take half of the money prepared for him and flee. But he didn’t have the decency to split the cash: he snatched his envelope and also searched for your share hidden under the stairs, grabbed it and skipped town.

All ten thousand dollars and the hope for a better future is gone; right when you think you know someone… damn…

Why do you have to be stuck in this district you hate?! So many weirdos popping at every corner, for example the creep that just stopped behind you. You can discern his reflection in the glass: a strange man with toxic green hair, his mouth slightly opened like this is the first time he sees a woman. Jesus!

You shiver at the view, taking one last glance at the pair of earrings displayed by “Zales Jewelry Company”. Maybe if you speed up the guy won’t be able to track you in the crowd. Or maybe you’re paranoid and a glass of wine in the safety of your apartment will make you laugh at how stupid you are while watching a movie on the couch. And then you’ll probably sobb until you doze off…

Every few moments you look to ensure he’s not pursuing; the spooky man gave out an unsettling vibe you can’t shake off. Although you’re dead tired, you find the energy to hurry and you’re finally home.

You place the grocery bag on the counter and freeze: the anxiety you felt earlier is crawling back in your heart. Oh, you know why: did you lock the door?

You instinctively glare at the exit, concealing a scream: the individual you saw earlier sneaked inside! He’s staring you down and it clicks: the mace in your purse! If you can get to it before he does, you could have a better chance of escaping the intruder.

You count to three in your head, gathering your courage; you rush for your handbag yet the guy is faster: he cuts you off and pulls you in his arms, tightening the grip as you fight to break free. You are completely terrified when he swiftly kisses you; you struggle to escape but you realize he’s not attempting to do anything else. He loosens his embrace, still firmly holding on to Y/N’s waist.

Does it sound insane that his touch feels familiar?!

You part from his lips and gaze at the hypnotic blue eyes, faintly whispering:

“Who are you?...”

The devilish smirk gets wider as he utters the words:

“My name is Jay.”

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[emeraldtawny]

Happy Birthday Fenrir!

I’m in early, hell ye! I’ve missed the last couple of bdays for the bois so this’ll basically be an “if I have time, then I’ll write a thing” series ^w^ anyway, have some hopefully cute floof for Fen-boi~~! :3

It wasn’t often that Fenrir would let nerves get the better of him, let alone in his own home, in his own headquarters. Maybe it’s because it’s his home is the reason that he’s nervous, he thinks to himself as he walks through the hallways, his head filled with a myriad of memories of his buddies and fellow army men, each one cycling through his thoughts making him grin. He chides himself for letting this inhibiting feeling of nervousness bubble up within him, but he supposes it can’t be helped - after all, the ramifications of what he’s about to do would leave anyone shaking in their boots, even someone as confident and unyielding as the Ace of Spades.

Hands clasped languidly together against the back of his head, the tune he whistles to himself settles the chaotic churning of his stomach none. His footsteps slow, a long sigh resigning his fate as he reaches for the doorknob to the room that will seal his fate.

He steps into the King’s office, all of the Black Army’s leading officers - his closest friends - gathered inside. He offers him a spirited grin, shutting the door behind him.

“Took you long enough,” Sirius chastises, yet the small smile on his face tells Fenrir he means none of it, “So, what’s going on? It’s rare for you to call us together for something.”

“Is there something wrong?” Luka asks, the slight hesitancy in his question only making Fenrir laugh and wave his hand.

“Nah, don’t worry. It’s not anything bad. I just...I need to ask you all somethin’.”

Ray’s eyebrow quirks at his long-time friend’s uncharacteristic lack of surety, his arms folding across his chest as he appraises him, “Well, don’t just stand here then.”

His brusque words are spoken with a grin, one which Fenrir whole-heartedly returns. It’s the simple confidence boost Fenrir needs to get the thoughts he’s been hiding away for months - maybe longer - out into the open for other ears to hear.

“Well, the thing is...I wanna ask you guys if-” His voice catches and he sighs and clears his throat before continuing, expression serious as he looks at each of his comrades, “I want to ask you all if you would let me take ___’s hand in marriage.”

The silence in the room almost hurts and coupled with the wide-eyed stares of the other men in the room, Fenrir almost regrets what he said until--

“Fenrir, you selfish, shameless, dithering--oooooh, I don’t have enough choice words to describe everything that you are!!”

Seth’s impassioned shout makes Fenrir blink, the older man setting his hands on his hips sternly, his gaze just as sharp.

“You already have Alice, and now you want to monopolise her all to yourself now?”

He blinks again, attempting to find his voice, “Well, she IS the love of my life. I figure I should let her know the best way I can.” He shrugs sheepishly, running his hand through his hair. “Unless...ya reckon it’s too soon?”

Seth’s exasperated sigh bounces around the room as he storms up to Fenrir, his finger protruding to poke him square in the chest, “Fenrir, you’re making it really hard for me to be the disapproving force in order to protect sweet Alice’s innocence when it’s making you THIS unsure.” He pokes his chest again, his eyes softening with the tears collecting in them, “You better promise to make Alice the happiest, most untroubled girl in all of Cradle for the rest of your lives, or big sister Seth will be coming for you~!♡”

The flash of emotion that ghosts over Fenrir’s face threatens to bring tears to his own eyes, but he quickly dissipates it and replaces it with his usual grin, yet the unbridled joy he feels shines its light into his smile, “Don’t you worry about that. That was the plan even without your threat.”

Luka stands up from his seat on the couch, his eyes bright with realisation as he stares at Fenrir. “You want to...marry ___?”

He grins wryly, “Yeah, I really do.”

After a moment of thought, Luka nods determinedly, “Okay, I guess you can. ___ is always her happiest when she’s with you.” He pauses, eyes shifting back to confusion, “But wait, why are you asking us if you can marry her?”

“Well, ___’s parents are back in the Land of Reason, so he can’t exactly ask her father for his permission.” Ray comments, a calm smile on his face as he meets his partner’s gaze, “So I guess we’re the next best equivalent of her ‘parents’.”

A deep chuckle draws magenta eyes to meet those of deep amethyst. Sirius’ gaze is kind, the look a father would give their son in a moment of sheer pride.

“You’re really serious about this?”

Fenrir shoots him a devious yet heartfelt grin, “Sure am, old man. I’ve never been happier, and I know I can make her feel the same. I just need to know if I have your support.”

He closes his eyes with a thoughtful hum, his smile never faltering, “If anyone can keep a brat like you in line, it’s ___. And I’m sure she’ll be over the moon.”

The heat searing at the corners of his eyes makes Fenrir blink, desperate to keep his cool. Ray moves from his spot leaning against his desk to stand up before Fenrir, the two meeting the other’s gaze as they converse through eye contact alone. Then, Ray’s emerald eyes shine with amusement and respect for his best buddy.

“Guess we gotta tell ___ the bad news that she really can’t go anywhere now. You want her to be your babysitter and that’s a full-time job. I would know.”

A hearty laugh escapes Fenrir and he claps his hand on Ray’s shoulder, a subtle glistening sheen of unshed tears in his eyes, “Thanks, buddy.”

“Well, you have our permission to take our lovely Alice for yourself,” Seth’s head pokes up as he wipes the last of his tears out of his eyes, a small pout on his lips, “Although, I still stand by what I said about you being selfish. Only you would ask a woman for her hand in marriage around your birthday! Giving yourself your own birthday present, I mean really!”

Fenrir’s blank stare at Seth has the rest of the officers staring at him in return. The gears turn in Fenrir’s head before it sinks in, his response casual,

“Huh, I guess it almost is my birthday…”

“WHO DIDN’T KNOW?!?!”

“Hey, gimme a break! You have any idea how nervous I’ve been, thinkin’ about when the right time would be to ask the woman I love to marry me? You kinda forget about everything else!”

“How do you forget your own birthday?”

“Love, Luka! Love does crazy, foolish things♡!”

“How does love make you forget things? Does it cause amnesia?”

“Don’t listen to them, Luka. It’s just Fenrir being his usual self.”

“Oh come on, Ray!”

The usual comfortable chaos of the Black Army erupts in the room they reside, yet the calm aura Fenrir feels has him floating on cloud nine. He sticks his hand in his pants pocket, rubbing his thumb over the velvet case of his special treasure, his smile as radiant as the Magic Crystal-embedded ring that sits inside.

(I hope you’re ready, ___. I’m gonna make you so happy that you won’t know what to do with yourself. It’s only fair payback for what you’ve done to me, makin’ me so helplessly and crazily in love with you. I just hope you’ll say yes.)

[overfedvenison]

Dnd Journal, Session 8

Alright, session 8! Resolution, and a new enemy appears

Characters: CHARNAME: My fighter. A student of the Storm Petrel school, usually goes by Charn Erdrick: A dwarven fighter and prince Tosh: A kitsune ally. Social, talkative... And the only person who can track Charn. Demon Slayer: A demon slaying elf from another plane. Rescued from a crystal isn a hidden Veil outpost. An NPC party member that joins us occasionally Walter: A green and exemplary soldier from the Black Ravens. Always positive.

Rilo: The murderer of Okra, and empowered tiefling, and currently trapped in a scheme. Shira: Leader of the Veil, a neutral demonic faction dedicated to maintaining universal balance. Declared war on the Storm Petrels and Angelpoint The Queen: A power-hungry woman who's ruled over Angelpoint as queen for the past 150 years. Has a peculiar gem that glows when she is angry.

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A lot happened here, and this investigation ended. But, a new enemy appeared...

This session started with my in hiding... I had planned out many contingencies, and was ready for my own death to save humanity. Everything was just set in order with as many "outs" as I could think of.

I had to hide for three days, and did so by disguising myself as a concubine using a Hat of Disguise in the house of Tosh's adoptive father, Michael.

(Tosh had been with us for much of the campaign as a bit of a mascot - He hadn't played deeply in the plot until now, but occasionally took on a human form to chum it up around town.)

I had purchased a very nice comb to masquerade as the hat if questioned - I would take it off, and turn myself into an old lady while hiding the actual item as a tiny clip hidden under some hair. If they saw through that, I had a potion of invisibility and a smoke bomb for a quick escape. The Shard of Obsidian itself was glued to my back permanently. To get it off, a demon would have to kill me. And, to avoid domination, I'd be unable to get it off myself without dissolving the Sovereign Glue - Which Tosh was helping with by dropping off a universal solvent dropping off 15 minutes into put meeting by dumping it through a sewer grate (so he wouldn't technically be at our meeting.)

In the end... My caution was unwarrented. I survived the days without incident, but the 15 minute wait worked as a stalling method until  the Demon Slayer approached and absorbed his soul in an instant.

I had made a deal with Rilo to arrive with a plan to get him the stone, and bring no allies. I told the demon slayer that I'd likely be possessed and I'd become an enemy of the city - And to only come if she suspected as much. In the end, she trusted me and believed I was an ally, and so disobeyed my wishes and captured the demon on her own... By going against my wishes, I brought no allies. I just trusted her to ignore my request.

I thanked her. He got the Shard of Obsidian off my back, and delivered Rilo and the Shard to the Queen...

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I arrived at the queen. She saw the marks burned into my head - Counting down to my death at the hands of the demon hired by the Veil to kill me.

The Queen was at first angry about speculation and not results, but then I clarified: This was no mere demon I has caught. This was the number one enemy of the Veil, the item he wants, in the hands of an enemy Shira was at war with.

I explained that we had essentially won - Either Shira, weakened from her wars, would either submit to our demands or suffer the worst possible outcome for her - Rilo, with the stone, allied with an enemy army and a school of demon hunters. She thought about this and smiled, taking both objects with a sadistic glee.

Red flags were going in my head. Aside from her odd demeanor, the king was nowhere to be seen.

But... If it's for the survival of Angelpoint, I didn't mind this at the time. I returned to my party, and explained the events as best as I could.

I also told the queen my next step: I have information for the Veil on how they can acquire Rilo, information very valuable to the demon hired to hunt be down by the Veil. I intended to use him as a courier.

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The next day, our party set out - The situation was dodgy, and there was a high chance we would have to kill a demon.

Charn had come a long way with demons... The first time he encountered one, the presence froze him. Since then, he has grown to be commanding and their presence routine to him. He feels more... In power. More like a confidant superior able to command and bend them to his will, than an unproven student. This reflected in out encounter with this headhunter.

We went out of town a half hour, and waited. The scars on my head were counting down, and so he appeared. I negotiated.

"I don't have your money. But, I know things the Veil needs to" "I do not care for your material plane and it's fate, nor the fate, nor the fate of the veil. Whatever happens, I'll still get money" "Mmm, you are mistaken. The information I have on the Veil might be worth more to you than my soul... But I'll let you claim both, if you just ferry me there to deliver that message first" He chuckles "No, human. If I kill you, you'll go to a demonic plane and never escape. I cannot ferry your soul by killing you."

Walter chimed in, here, with an idea "What if I killed him?" I agreed. The demon looked at us funny.

"You humans are always... Interesting. Unexpected."

He thinks

"Alright, I have this candle - If your whole party agrees to it, I can rip the souls from your body temporarily. But if you die in the abyss, you're gone forever. And, you'll be in agony for the next month"

We contemplate. Charn looks to the party.

Walter and the Aasimar agree immediately, though the Aasimar has second thoughts when he calls her out on using a divine circle of protection before recanting. Tosh debates, and says "Alright, if it'll save the world, but you owe me BIG for all this!" The demon slayer nods without issue.

"Alright. We'll do it."

We gathered in a circle. The demon watches; smirking darkly. The candle burns, and our souls are ripped from our bodies and sent to the abyss...

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For the second time, we reached the Abyss. The sky is a haze of chaotic colours, and the floor shale and bulging limbs. We have no equipment, no magic, and only our souls and words... A demon looks upon us, and charges us down.

We have to run away, besieged by a demon and the enviornment. We survived by Tosh's natural attacks, able to slice and run with his fox claws. Tosh is chaotic and not careful, being a kitsune, but proved himself to us here. At one point he dragged me out of a collapsing pit by the tail, and by the end was half destroyed by the abyss.

Eventually, we lose the demon and make our way to the Veil

"TRAITOR! WHAT BUSINESS DO YOU HAVE HERE?" "We have captured Rilo." "..." "..." "SHIRA, YOU SHOULD COME OVER HERE"

Shira was haggared, and was resorting to draining imps for dark power. Her abilities would fail soon... And she was desperate.

"Charn," she hissed, "What do you want" "I've completed my investigation. The Veil has been cleared of charges, and so we would normally turn over his soul and the stone. Of course, we have a bit of an issue... You have declared war on us, you see" "The demons we send are not a declaration of war-" "No, the dagger driven into the Petrel Academy and Castle was" "...Ah, yes. One of our more... Overzealous... Members..."

Shira was a shadow of her domineering self... For us, it was only a few months. But yo her, it has been years of war. She was at the end of he rope, and was squirreling away from her decisions

"Where is Rilo?" She demanded "In custody" "As usual, you speak in nondescript terms" "...In custody in the Angelpoint Castle, in a soul stone. If you want the information on how to get him, I have two demands" "What's stopping me from killing you here?" "Absolutely nothing. But if I die or you don't agree, Angelpoint would ally with Rilo and have the stone. So what do you say?" "You would... Stand here, in my own home. And give ME an ultimatum?" I nodded. Tosh was terrified and tried to save face, as we was through this entire negotiation. We mostly ignored him. "Would you rather Rilo have an army behind him?" "...Fine" "You have to unconditionally sign a peace agreement, and grant me an unconditional request in the future in case something goes wrong."

In her haggared state, she agreed without even thinking. I had won, and so simply. And, note my phrasing - I get this deal, no matter what happens next. Important, as I suspect the queen is planning something. At first, I asked they stop sending imps through their portal... But actually, they need to do that just to survive the war until we make our delivery.

I informed Shira of the happenings. Since I had, against all odds, survived, I did not need to give her the password and safeguard as I knew them... But, as a final snag, we would need to deliver the items to the veil base in person. I informed her that I would deliver the stone, and that we had arranged a ship to travel already. (A separate statement from the information, mind.)

After Shira healed the Aasimar and Tosh using demonic abilities, much to their terror when they asked, I declared our business done here, and we were spirited away back to the material realm.

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We returned. We had won, though we awoke screaming and in pain, and the demon laughed and laughed.

In more words than this, the demon said the following...

"Well, consider your debt repaid. I got information worth much more than your soul from these demonslayers... Things pertinent to you, if you have the cash" And Tosh agreed to this term, and his satchel of gold was taken as payment. I was satified, having "won."

It seems that the Shard of Obsidian was not the only artifact of power... The Shard was the result of a union between an angel, a demon, and a devil for the purposes of sealing away their realms. Each shard contains the immense power of their plane - And their true form is but a tiny sliver of power inside the actual stone.

One, a shard of obsidian containing the power of the abyss One, a shard of quartz containing the power of hell And one, containing the power of heaven. It's location is unknown.

If the three are united, the possessor will have unlimited power. But, that power corrupts absolutely - And the current holder of the Quartz Crystal, which reacts to anger, is slowly being corrupted. We soon realized - The queen had a crystal that glowed when she shot a magic bolt at Pavia for speaking out of turn... The Queen now possessed two shards.

Tosh had bought a carrier pigeon, and sent for a carriage. The anonymous guards fetch us as we laid exhausted and fatigued. Tosh complained the whole way.

A final twist... We avoided the city, and moved straight to the boat to the Dwarven lands. The caravan lead removed his helmet, revealing himself as captain of the royal guard - The queen had gone mad.

He explained that she had been going cold, lately. Becoming a cruel tyrant. In the past day, she had declared the party, the storm petrels, the black ravens, and several others as enemies of the state to be executed on site - It seems, we knew too much. The queen is unbelievably powerful, wielding two primordial stones, and so the paladins decided it best for us to flee for now. And, at night, she gloated to the stone containing Rilo and basked in her own glory.

The king and princess are missing, and presumed dead. The population hasn't realized it yet... But the Queen has become corrupted by otherworldly power, and needs to go down. We need to save Angelpoint.

It's not all bad news, though... Of the eight other survivors of the Storm Petrels, it's defenses likely weakened by the Queen, ten now stand - Human potential is great. Fifteen Black Ravens arrived with us, from a much higher starting number, as well as the royal guards. We have Erdrick, the Dwarven Noble, to guide us along. We have a demand we can ask of the Veil, and this paladin - as acting captain of the guard - can write us a peace agreement. (I suggested he request aid in usurping the queen.) And, we have the knowledge of all the happenings we need to move forward. For now. Finally... We know our enemy. We know how to find our enemy. And we know some idea of our enemy's power. I'd much rather have this overt and obvious woman in possession of the stone than an intellectual schemer like Rilo - And I very much doubt this woman will allow Rilo to have this stone.

The fate of humanity, and the material plane, lies with this small force... Within a year, we have to usurp the queen. The most obvious solution is to obtain the final stone, but there may be others.

We departed to the dwarven lands, to the north.