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[weuweekdust]

the party when the wolf comes home

Epilogue

The inhuman appearance of Anselm, now Flicker, was less jarring with every passing drink. 

The face that was once identical to his own had new eyes (black, except their bright red irises - the red ring of Vesh), new teeth (fangs, which Klaus had seen them cut their own tongue on already), rough nails on the ends of long slender fingers (very different from when Klaus had first seen them on their incapacitated twin - they naturally formed into viscous looking claws). Small nubs of horns dotted their hairline, a cropped, soft brown crew cut, with white creeping in on the shortest parts (Harland had already lamented about how difficult it was to keep it dyed when Klaus had commented on it). All physical evidence that Flicker’s patron was the Bloody Siren, and that they’d been irrevocably changed by her.

Despite that, they still had the same voice, the same laugh, nearly the same sense of humor - they hadn’t even been released before they were making the kind of sibling taunts that Klaus met with the exact same energy. 

Harland had frozen a group of the cultists, but Klaus wasn’t willing to take down the easy targets. One too many kills had been stolen by Leo and Alonne, and Cyprus would have a fireball on that crowd in no time. 

Even though the parties had met the day before (Sybil and Harland knew each other, but that was a discussion to acknowledge for when his twin wasn’t in mortal peril), 

Klaus charged straight for the slab where Anselm was being held - Hummel and Alonne flanked them. 

“So. What’s Sebastian’s deal?” 

“...really? He’s pretty much the normalest guy, it’s great. He’s like. Over two hundred years old. He has a widow. He has a bunch of kids. He fuckin’ hates Vesh. Also, he fucks. I highly recommend chatting with him.” Flicker sounded so casual, leaning back in their chair so just the two back legs were on the ground. 

“Kids?”

“Yeah?”

“Are they…fine?”

“...yeah? Klaus, what the hell is your party like? Do you not have any normal guys?”

“Flicker. I met them in the middle of the swamp after Vesh took out an entire military base.”

“...okay? And? I met these guys on day two of being out of the woods. They came over when someone started accusing me of being a demon. And screaming. Only time it’s happened, though.”

Klaus snorted before he could help himself, even though thinking on it for more than even a second made his chest ache. He looked back over to his party, where they were in a loose clump with a handful of satellites - Alonne, Fiona and Hummel slightly away from the rest, and Harland and Sybil (probably gossipping about someone else in the tavern by the look of it) at a smaller table of their own.

He tore his eyes away from Cyprus laughing at some joke Sebastian told, away from where Fiona broke off from her smaller pod to go talk to him. Away from where Sybil and Harland were speaking in hushed tones while Leo watched them over the rim of his drink. When he turned back, he was surprised to see Flicker had kept their eyes on him the whole time.

“...it’s alright. You don’t need to dance around it, Klaus. You’ve got your path and I’m not following you. Just like you’re not going to follow me on mine. I’ve got people to protect now, and it seems a lot like you do, too.” 

Klaus nodded. He almost tried to speak, but he found his throat was a little too tight. 

“Hey, what’d they do to make you a crybaby?” Flicker was trying to be friendly, but for some reason it hurt. Klaus shrugged. 

“I guess they made it safe for me.” Klaus wasn’t sure what he was saying, even as he said it, but it felt true. Flicker’s smile dropped. They said the words that Klaus never, ever expected to hear from them.

“What do you want?” Somehow, Flicker sounded sincere. He instinctively tried to think of how this would end with what Flicker wanted - but he tried to believe them. Against all odds, against their upbringing, he wanted to believe that Flicker wanted to know the real answer to that question. 

“I want you to stay alive. Please. Once we’re both finished with. Whatever we’re doing. I want to…” Klaus trailed off, more out of a struggle to think of how to word the last part than not knowing what to say. Flicker had gently swung their seat down, sitting in it properly, leaning over the table. 

“...I want to learn to be friends with you. Without the destiny, without mom, without Emmyth. Just. To learn to like each other as people.” Klaus managed to keep his eyes on Flicker, so he didn’t miss the hurt that took over their features. He braced himself for the rebuttal - the establishment of what Flicker wanted. The painful reality that would follow where he would have to follow their lead. 

“...yeah. That makes sense. I can’t make any promises that I will survive. But I promise to try. For you, and for my family.” At ‘family,’ they jerked their head toward where the parties were lounging together. Flicker still sounded like they were in pain, but they were sincere. 

Klaus smiled. Relief washed over him. 

“You’ve changed.” 

“Yeah. You too.” Flick was smiling back - a little more forced, but not entirely. 

Klaus lifted his trost, and Flick did the same. 

“To changes?” 

“To changes.” 

[weuweekdust]

It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage

If it was ever going to happen, tonight made sense.

Klaus and Alonne sat together on watch, completely silent. Usually Alonne would put off his trance until the second half of their rest, and in return Klaus would only take third watch. Unfortunately things got complicated, this time. 

It had already been over an hour of total silence. 

Klaus made the mistake of sneezing, which earned him a death glare. 

He really couldn’t blame Alonne for any of this. Maybe it even helped him stay true to his oath. A living, quiet, seething reminder that traveled with him. Not just of their past, the way that Klaus fled and didn’t take Alonne with him, but also the way they’d both had their darkest hour in that fort. 

Klaus came away with an oath to protect the weak, to kindle gentleness, and to show kindness to everyone he meets. 

Alonne got…

Well. 

They had very different outcomes from their time at Fort Venture. 

And that wasn’t even getting into the Vesh of it all (something Klaus had an easier time letting go than he’d thought he would). 

Klaus felt the urge to chat, but what the hells would they talk about?

“Nice weather we’re having on the coast! The humidity really reminds me of the warm meat walls of your patron’s plane.” 

“So, what have your dreams been like? In mine I was met by my giant flower and moss covered creature and he told me he was proud of me for working against the principles I was raised with that dictated I torture people. Not that you’d know anything about that. It’s great when your patron supports your growth into a better person, am I right?” 

“Hummel’s pretty hot. Are you two officially a thing? Let me know if you’d stab me for asking her out to dinner or something.” 

Klaus just kept quiet. That seemed like the best option. 

Unfortunately, Alonne disagreed. 

“How does it feel to kill your own family?” 

Alonne had said it so casually that Klaus started to respond before he actually processed the whole sentence.

“I dunno, I guess-” He cut himself off, and dared to look up from his sword, trying to see if he could figure out what angle Alonne was going for with that question. He noted how Alonne was staring directly at him - a challenge. He was interested.

The only person who cut down more cultists than Klaus was Alonne. They crumpled at his sword, to his magic, and his movements were precise out of practice, not focus. The injuries he left the cultists with were fatal, but not immediately - Klaus wasn’t complaining, though a part of him thought he should. 

They were evil. He accepted that. There were no tugs inside of him like when he violated his oath - Naviask was at least indifferent to his actions and the actions of his companions.

“...it feels right.” He settled for those words, nearly mumbled, even though he felt shame in admitting it. Klaus held Alonne’s gaze but as with Sybil, he wasn’t really able to read as much as he wished he could. The drow continued with another question. 

“And the ones you knew?”

Alonne had nearly gutted someone who Klaus recognized. She’d bring new victims for his village to sacrifice to Vesh. Scared, quivering people, who’d already tried to escape had been incapacitated or terrified into compliance once they were inevitably caught again. Dragged out into the remote forest to be tortured to death.

Klaus almost finished her off with his sword as a mercy. 

Almost. 

“They’re easier. I know exactly why they’re not innocent.” Klaus was more sure of this answer, and his tone was stronger. 

“Have you seen anyone who raised you, yet? Who would have thought to escape before your twin ascended?” Alonne was getting more excited as he spoke. This wasn’t the emotion that Klaus had expected to see from Alonne during their first private conversation, for all the subject matter was more predictable. 

“Yes. They deserved everything we’ve done to them. They deserve worse. The things they’ve done have been irredeemable, unjustifiable, evil, and we’re right to destroy them.” Klaus spoke harshly, and despite the surprise Alonne seemed like he didn’t necessarily expect it. Klaus’s fists clenched around the hilt of his blade, around his whetstone.

“When I watch them die at your hands, at my hands, more than anyone else’s, it’s like a rush. It feels like when I smite something undead, something that only has one chance in their whole life to understand what they’ve done to people, and we’re the sword of justice that shows them what fear is like. What true pain is. If I think about it too long I feel sick that I won’t get to kill all of them, every single person who had a hand in raising my sibling and me.” Klaus’s voice stayed at a quiet, seething volume. He looked back up to Alonne, meeting their eyes again. The words he was saying felt dirty. He felt terrible for saying them, but he didn’t want to dig into why, right now. They were still a few days away from Anselm. Now wasn’t the time to scrutinize over morals. 

Alonne didn’t think so either, seeing his satisfied smile. There was a long moment of silence where they held each other's gaze. Klaus tried to keep a straight face, and focused just on Alonne’s eyes, on not backing down even as he felt some odd dread from deep inside of him. Finally, Alonne spoke.

“Good. We’ll make sure that anger stays useful, and doesn’t burn you to the ground along with them.” They held still as Alonne spoke, and Klaus was the first to break. He turned his eyes to his hands, still clinging to what they held.

“...if I burn out, I hope it’s while taking down as many of these monsters as I can drag to the hells with me.” He spoke quietly, but he knew Alonne heard him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t save you. Before all of this happened. At the fort. I’m so sorry.” The words spilled out of Klaus before he could stop himself. 

“Are you stupid, or a martyr?” Alonne sounded closer to bored already. Despite the fact that his reply was an insult, Klaus felt some level of release. Not a relaxing feeling - just the sensation of something deep inside of him snapping out of the knot it had been tied in. 

Alonne didn’t need to clarify. Klaus already had a date of execution at the fort. There was virtually nothing he could have done to save Alonne when he was there that wouldn’t have gotten them both killed. He didn’t feel the need to preface it with a ‘maybe,’ anymore. Klaus knew it. 

The release gave way to something closer to euphoria, and he had to stifle the uncomfortable urge to start giggling. Then he realized that this was the only burden he’d been carrying, really - the only person who he felt he owed. Any efforts to keep from dissolving into laughter dissolved. Alonne probably watched him as he clutched his stomach but couldn’t stop. His face was probably disapproving, but Klaus could only guess, his head feeling light as he could barely take in gasps of breath. Distantly he heard Thalia ask Alonne what they did to break him, but he didn’t really comprehend it. 

Klaus was worthy of carrying Naviask’s mantle. He deserved to carry it into battle, and he deserved to use the divine power to protect what was good. He and the Shades would take down the cultists, and he would finally, finally see Anselm again. 

For once, Klaus would be the divine force to save the ones he loved.

[weuweekdust]

kill all the judges

Klaus only managed to stifle his panic when he saw that Fiona was attempting to do the same bad idea that he was, rather than a completely different bad idea. 

They stared at each other, Klaus almost finished easing the door to his room at the inn shut while Fiona still had one foot in her room. Both were clearly holding their breaths as they made eye contact. Slowly, gently, Klaus shut his door. Fiona did the same and stepped fully into the hallway. 

“...I’ll meet you on the roof?” Klaus tried to make it sound noncommittal - he wanted Fiona to be able to brush it off as a joke if she didn’t want to meet him. That said, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled when she smiled and nodded. 

She made it to the roof first, which was no surprise to Klaus who’d made the even-less-advisable-than-sneaking-out choice of scaling the wall of the inn. In his defense, the roughly hewn bricks had looked inviting. He winced as he sat down next to her and aggravated the muscle he’d definitely pulled trying to catch himself halfway up. Rolling his eyes, he clasped his hand around his other arm and pooled some of his spare magic into himself. The relief was instant. 

“Pretty good view. It’s my first time seeing the ocean.” Klaus smiled and leaned to get into Fiona’s field of vision, her eyes fixed on the dark horizon. They had an amazing view of the port from here. 

“You and Thalia. And Cyprus.” She still sounded distant, and her eyes remained fixed on the water. “We should go swimming, before we leave.” 

“Sure. I know how. It’s not too different from a lake, right?” He gave up on trying to get her visual attention, and turned to watch the port with her. It was the middle of the night, and late enough that the foot traffic had slowed to a crawl.

Klaus idly considered the handful of people still on the streets. Though he didn’t want his thoughts to pull him in that direction, he couldn’t help but think about any one of them being grabbed and pulled into the shadows. Was this where his village kidnapped people? Were there people in the city that Anselm had killed? People who worked for Fiona’s family? Their friends? Their children? He began to feel sick. 

“...be fine.” Fiona’s voice slowly pulled Anton back to his own mind. He shook it once, which did actually catch her eye. She turned to him, her face showing growing concern. He blinked a few times, and searched for a subject change. 

“I’m happy I’m not the only twin in the party, anymore. So. Welcome to the club. Even if you’ve joined with unconventional methods.” Klaus put effort into smiling, and Fiona followed his lead on the mood change. She laughed. 

“Thank you?” She was still smiling, and Klaus giggled. 

“Look I…wasn’t going to bring it up, until we finished everything here. And we will. I got a vision from my patron, and I’ve got something really, really important to do near here. It’s. Personal business, nothing about the war or the mission we’re doing.” He still felt sort of floaty, like he wasn’t fully in his body. It started moving without his permission, speaking words he didn’t mean for it to.

“What kind of business?” She sounded curious, and not particularly worried - the kind of tone that Klaus had come to recognize from her. 

“My twin’s been kidnapped. They were travelling with people. They said that none of their friends would be coming for them.” Klaus felt odd, saying that last part. But the idea of Anselm having friends at all was foreign and sort of uncomfortable to think about. The longer that he’d had to ruminate on his relationship with his twin, the more he realized that they were selected and prepared for a fate that Klaus felt some sick relief of not sharing.

“How’d you find out?” She sounded a little more curious - a little more interested. If she was worried, Klaus couldn’t hear it, though he wasn’t surprised about that. It wasn’t as if their group hadn’t had their fair share of terrible knowledge given to them when the others couldn’t see. 

“...they. Um. Prayed for me. And my patron…passed the note, I guess. I heard their prayer. I know they’re near here, just further up north. It’ll be near where I’m from, in the forests. They don’t know I’d be coming. They think I’m…dead.” Klaus managed to cut himself off there. He didn’t say that they were hoping that wherever they went, he wouldn’t be there. He made sure that he didn’t mention that Anselm wished that he’d died peacefully, or without fear, or at least quickly. He barely even thought about it, really. 

“Yeah. Let’s go for it.” Klaus was jerked out of his thoughts before they could spiral, caught off guard by Fiona’s steady, nonchalant tone. He turned to her, though she was still looking out over the sea as she continued.

“I mean, we’re switching up this mission for my family. You just said it. We’re in the club together now. And, if I get to find my family, you should get to, too.” 

“You’re sure?” He leaned toward her, putting his weight on one arm.

“Yeah.” Still so casual.

“They’ll be Vesh cultists.” He didn’t want to say that.

“We can take ‘em.” Still so confident. 

“They’re really good at killing people.” He wasn’t sure why he was arguing.

“So was everyone else we’ve beat.” She stated the fact as it was - a fact.

“I don’t know if Anselm is evil.” He felt sick saying it, but the words came out anyways.

“Between the two of us, I feel like you’d be the one with the evil twin. But we won’t know for sure unless we go rescue them.” She sounded so sure. Klaus blinked. Fiona was still smiling. 

Klaus chose to believe her.

[weuweekdust]

commandeer the local airwaves

“What’s the difference between me and Alonne?” 

Unsurprisingly, Thalia didn’t answer. Klaus couldn’t see her from where he lay flat on his back and stared up at the stars. He was willing to sit in the silence. Maybe, if he waited long enough, the answer would just suddenly come to him. 

“I mean. A lot of things.” Thalia sounded confused. Klaus resisted the urge to sit up and look at her, instead worrying a blade of grass between his fingers. The stars didn’t bother giving him any answers, no matter how long he stared at them. 

“Well. Yeah. A lot of things. But, I mean, we’re both…tied up. I guess.” He was hesitant to try and put his feelings into words. He tried to not even talk about Alonne, given how loaded their history with each other was. Klaus was still trying to figure out to what extent he was complicit in the drow’s torture, which was not going to be the subject of this conversation. Maybe he was veering uncomfortably close to that. He decided to change the subject just a bit. 

“I guess I just think it’s weird Naviask saw potential in me? Could I get him to take it back?” It wasn’t what he meant to say, but it would have to do. Thalia moved in some way. Klaus didn’t look up. 

“That’s not really something you have control over.” She sounded tired, or maybe a little annoyed. He wasn’t sure which. “Also, if he took it back, I’d be the only healer here. And I need you to not make that happen to me.” 

“Oh come on. We’d work something out.” Finally Klaus hauled himself up and propped his arms behind him, looking to the left where Thalia was sitting. She didn’t look amused.

“Like what?” 

“I dunno. Ask someone better at planning.” He kept his eyes on her for a moment longer, then looked back to the skies, following the stars until his gaze settled on Catha and Ruidus. “The Moonweaver wouldn’t toss you to the hounds that easily, right?” 

“The Moonweaver can do whatever she wants. I don’t think group composition is one of her domains.” Thalia’s tone was dry, and Klaus snorted. 

“I mean…why not? She cares about you, right? Probably wants you to stay alive?” 

“Yeah, but she’s not really able to step in.” 

“Shit. Really?” 

“Klaus, do you think every god can just do whatever they want?” 

“I mean. Yeah. Sure. Why the fuck not? Vesh showed up and killed everyone at Fort Venture. Naviask showed up and told me to keep up the good work. Ceratos can… you know… and that’s basically the same thing if you really think about it.” 

Klaus waited for her to explain why he was wrong, but she never did. Fine. 

“Okay, so she can’t just walk around and do things, whatever. She still gets to tell you what to do. She can tell you to do something really crazy, right? To kill someone?” The line of questioning was as blatant as Thalia’s grimace once he finished speaking and glanced back her way. She didn’t speak for a while, which was fair. He felt secure enough to wait for her to collect her thoughts. 

“She could. But that wouldn’t mean I would have to do it.” 

“But you would. Then I’d be the only healer, and you can’t-” 

“Okay, you’re right,” Thalia nearly snapped, but quickly regained her composure, “she could technically take away my magic. But I trust her not to. Even if she did, I know I could disagree. She’s been with me for so much, and I know that I don’t need to sacrifice who I am as a person even if she tells me to.” 

Klaus mentally thanked her for not making up a hypothetical about Naviask asking him to kill someone. He was really, truly happy that he had friends where his divine baggage could be as thinly veiled as this without having it thrown back at him immediately.

“...thank you. That’s a good point.” He finally tore his eyes away from her, looking back up at the sky. They sat that way for a while. She started doing something, and Klaus minded his business, staring at the stars until his vision started to swim, until he almost felt like he was sinking into the ground. It was almost like the quiet nights at home in the clearing where he and Anselm would lie. The only thing missing was the fireflies. 

“Do you miss Nyx?” He propped himself up on one elbow, and turned to face Thalia as he spoke.

“Yeah. I do.” Her tone made it clear that the question had upset her, but against his better judgement, Klaus continued to press her. 

“What do you do about it?” 

“Usually we have enough of our own problems that I get stuck trying to solve those.” 

“And when we’re not?” 

“When we’re not, I just try to focus on where we are, and I try to remember that she’s with people who care about her, who can hold their own in a fight, too.” Thalia looked more confident saying that than she sounded.

Klaus flopped back down on to the ground, and went back to staring at the sky. He prayed to Naviask, closing his eyes, taking deep breaths with his whole chest. 

If Anselm worries about me, please let them know that I have people who care about me. Please let them know that they can hold their own in a fight. Please let them know that my time with them has been the best time in my life. Whatever that's worth..

[weuweekdust]

just when that day is coming, who can say?

Out of everyone in the group, Cyprus felt like the simplest to get along with, except for Hummel. She asked less questions, sure, but he still worried that she’d figure out one too many things about him. She was in the best position to poke holes in his cover stories. Cyprus had none of those issues. 

They’d set the tone with the first hug, and Klaus hadn’t realized how touch starved he actually was until he and Cyprus started being casually close. Things just kept escalating, with a few nudges from each side until they usually had a limb slung over some part of the other, an arm hooked around the others, hands clasped together as they walked through the streets. 

At this point in the watch Cyprus had their head in Klaus’s lap, which was strategically a kind of bad idea. Klaus knew that and he was positive Cyprus did too, but neither of them made any moves to get a better view. There was only the quiet sound of insects (so different from the noises Klaus was used to, as foreign as the colors of the trees), and the gentle sounds of their party sleeping. 

“...did you know I grew up in the woods?” He didn’t know what drove him to speak, but Klaus didn’t really question it. Cyprus snorted and shifted. 

“Yeah, I figured it out when you kept complaining.” They were smiling, Klaus didn’t even need to see them to know it, and they immediately tried to look more offended than they were. Without thinking they flicked Cyprus’s ear, and Cyprus let out a squawk that made Klaus immediately jump to attention to check if they’d woken anyone up. 

“What the hells is that supposed to mean?” Klaus leaned down and hissed, worried that any further noise would wake someone up before they had to be. Cyprus stuck out their tongue. 

“You’re always going on about how it’s too wet,”

“- it always is -”

“- or how there’s not enough tree coverage,” 

“- there isn’t -” 

“- and when you saw how big Asarius was you looked like you were going to cry.” 

Klaus’s mouth clipped shut, and he sat back up, determined to not see Cyprus’s insufferably smug smile at having won an argument. After a split second of hesitation he pulled his finger through a tangle in their hair that he’d been worrying at for a while, which pulled another yelp from the tiefling. He had the dignity to not stick out his tongue. 

He glanced down. Cyprus was doing it again anyways. 

Seeing that pulled something out of Klaus, something he’d buried deep under the horrors of the past few weeks. He didn’t think he could ever really miss Anselm this much.

His face fell, and Cyprus tapped on his arm. Anton slowly disentangled his hand from Cyprus’s hair to run it through his own. It was starting to get long enough to grab, a realization that made him want to shave it all off. He looked down to Cyprus. 

“Cut my hair.” 

—

Cyprus was, in retrospect, the worst person in the Shades to do this. Klaus’s relationship with Alonne was strained at the best of times thanks to their mutual constant avoidance of each other, but even he would have managed something better than this. 

“I need you to be honest with me, Cyprus. Have you ever, and I mean in your whole life, held a fucking pair of scissors?” He didn’t bother trying to hide the frustration in his voice. He was holding a chunk of hair which was way, way too long for the other side to be even - the back of his head was still a fully grab-able length, since apparently Cyprus had gotten a lot more conservative with the hacking and slashing after they’d said “oops” and then “I can fix it” and then “fuck” in quick succession while snipping at the hair right behind Klaus’s left ear. 

“Ask someone else next time! You’re the one who wanted to waste our watch on a haircut.” Cyprus sounded like they were getting near their wit’s end too. They were raising their voice, and Klaus raised his right back.

“Sorry! I guess I just assumed you’d be competent! My bad!” The words were out of him before he could stop himself, and it took another few seconds for him to realize he’d practically shouted. He paused. He closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. 

“...I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. You can keep going.” He waited for a second, and then turned his head when Cyprus didn’t start back up. 

“Really. It’s okay. I’m not actually mad, Cyprus, I promise.” He tried to sound reassuring. Even a cursory glance made it clear they were actually upset. He winced internally, but kept his body under control.

“You can’t possibly fuck it up more than Anselm did the first time they tried to cut my hair.” He turned his whole body around to face Cyprus, moving to his knees so they were back on the same level.

“We were really little, and they’d gotten their hands on some really sharp scissors. We were probably eight or nine, it was hard to really know since adults never told us, and they decided that we needed to look different. We’re identical.” It hurt to think about Anselm for this long, but it felt like a release. Cyprus started to look a bit more at ease.

“So they took the scissors to my head first, since they always got their way. And I let them. Since I’m a great brother. Of course they immediately cut the tiniest bit possible off of one side, and then they went over to the other side and cut off a chunk all the way to the root.” Cyprus snorted, and Klaus found it easier to keep going. 

“They just kept alternating like that. By the end I’m sure I looked like…I don’t even know. A half dead tree? Like a moorbounder just ran through a mile of thickets? And even then no one noticed until they got way, way too close to cutting off my ear and I screamed.” Anton was smiling now, and Cyprus was fully engrossed. He finished the story easily.

“Our mom was furious, but it was really just because Anselm had gotten away with scissors for so long. Once she got a good look at my hair she started chewing me out for not stopping them, so Anselm ran in between us and started shouting that it was their idea, and that they wanted the same hair cut too. And what Anselm wants, Anselm gets! Mom negotiated and by the end of the day we both had basically shaved heads. Neither of us ever got a haircut again.” Klaus was calm now, and it was easy to tell Cyprus was too. 

“...your hair was shaved when we met, right?” Cyprus had a now easily recognizable probing tone, but Klaus was more relieved that they were probably not going to end up getting into a real fight. He nodded. When they shaved his head, and all his impossibly long hair was left behind them, he’d managed to not cry, but he didn’t speak for several hours. The foreign feeling of the wind behind his ears, against his scalp, still took him by surprise sometimes. 

“Did Anselm shave their head too?” They were gambling, and Klaus knew they probably knew that. He stopped, and thought. He liked Cyprus. A lot. Cyprus was probably a truer friend than any he’d ever had before. 

On one hand, he wanted to tell the truth to them. On the other, he was terrified that they’d abandon him, given everything. 

It had been months. Klaus steeled himself. 

“No. I think they’ve probably still got it long. They didn’t come with me, because they had to stay for a…ceremony.” He held his breath. He closed his eyes. He had to force it out, sooner instead of later. 

“...Anselm is supposed to…get…with…Vesh.” Klaus kept his eyes screwed shut, and bent his head down, until he felt his chin come in contact with his chest. A sinking, nibbling thought at the back of his mind told him that he and Cyprus had just been yelling. Any number of party members could be awake now, and listening in. He should defend himself. He should explain, now, immediately. He couldn’t get his body to work. 

“...get with Vesh?” Cyprus sounded upset. Klaus didn’t dare to open his eyes. He still couldn’t speak. He nodded as much as his body would allow.

The silence grew longer, and dug into him. His chest felt tight. His face felt hot. He felt selfish. 

Without thinking, Klaus moved forward and grabbed Cyprus into a hug. He started crying into their shoulder, and to his relief, Cyprus hugged him back. 

“I- I’m sorry- I couldn’t- say it sooner, I- I- I was so- scared and-” he cried as he tried to speak, though even then all of his words were muffled by Cyprus’s shirt, so it was unlikely they’d be heard. He cried for as long as he felt he could draw it out, and then he pulled back. Klaus explained everything.

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a day when you feel better

It was actually really hard to get Sybil alone. 

Anton was pretty sure it wasn’t his fault! She was a woman of few words, deeply mysterious, so on and so forth, and that kind of person seemed like the type it was hard to pin down in any way at all. He’d be content to leave her to her own devices, but there had been one too many times she’d covered for him with a lie, and he finally wanted to thank her. 

That wasn’t to say he’d never thanked her before, through little smiles, nods, that sort of thing, but he wasn’t sure it ever actually made it through to her. She’d had the same icy mask she always did. 

Finally, he’d caught her as everyone was heading downstairs for breakfast. He didn’t touch her, but everyone had started for the door, and he spoke at what he made sure was a measured, even tone. 

“Sybil, could I ask you something?” Anton gave a soft smile, tried to make it seem like it wasn’t all that serious, and most of the party didn’t seem all that interested. Sybil looked at him, then back to everyone else. No one was moving. 

“Um. Privately, if that’s okay?” he hastily added.

“I suppose I can stay back for a moment.” Once again, nothing about her gave anything away. Everyone shuffled off at various speeds, and even though Anton noticed Fiona lingering by the door, she still made her way downstairs. 

“Thank you for helping me. I try my best to fit in, but I always feel like…” Anton trailed off, trying to figure out if the script he’d already had prepared gave away too much. He still felt like Sybil didn’t like him, no matter how much she helped him.

The pause only grew longer. Sybil blinked. 

“...if that’s all, we can go get breakfast, now.” Her tone was flat - was it more flat than usual? Was Anton always this anxious? 

“No, wait, I- I mean it. I think that I’d be dead by now if you hadn’t helped me, I mean. It’s like I’m always missing some kind of information, and even if I can really sell what I do know, it still feels like I just…” he scrambled, trying to end the sentence before she lost interest again “...I don’t fit in. Anywhere we go. Thank you. You do it a lot for me, and I know that, and I want to get better at this, even if I’m never the smart one. You won’t have to do it forever.” 

“I know you can figure these things out, Klaus. I can keep stepping in until you do.” She spoke evenly, and Anton searched for some kind of tell. He had no idea why he was suddenly so obsessed with this, it wasn’t that big of a deal. He took too long to think. She started heading for the door. He blurted out something really, really stupid, and he dropped his accent to do it.

“I’m not from the Empire.” As soon as the words left him he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists. He knew Sybil had stopped from sound alone, he heard a creak from the floorboards, and when he finally opened his eyes she had turned back to him. 

“...I’m from further out. The coast. I’ve been speaking with a Zemnian accent because it’s what the soldiers did, and it’s what my handlers told me to do. They never explained. I’ve figured out why after talking with Hummel. My mother must have been from the Zemni fields, but I’m not.” He tried his best to keep his eyes on Sybil despite his instincts screaming for him to stare at the floor. Still nothing. If this wasn’t one of his new friends (one of his only friends, ever), he would have stopped talking now. Back home he would have been comfortable to sit in silence for as long as it lasted, but in his defense, everything had gotten much more complicated very quickly. 

“I mean, I can speak Zemnian! My mother did teach it to me, which is how I know she’s from there, but I’ve never been there. I didn’t even know what they were until Hummel brought them up!” His tone was getting more frantic, he was winding himself back up again, but he managed to shut himself up again too. He stared at Sybil. 

Somehow, finally, he got a reaction. If there was any change in her speech, her tone, her body language, Anton completely missed it. He was distracted by the extra chill in Sybil’s voice, beyond any normal level - it could really only be understood as annoyance.

“Klaus...do you mean to tell me, you could have been speaking…without a Zemnian accent…this whole time?” 

Meekly, Anton nodded.

The seconds passed excruciatingly slowly. Sybil stared at him. He stared back at her. He opened his mouth. He closed it again. He felt like a small fish trapped on land. 

“...sorry.” 

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It Must Be Fate (I Found A Place For Us)

The hand that you uncovered was limp, but when you pressed your fingers to their wrist there was a pulse. Weak, but still going. You also noticed that a hand shouldn’t be sticking out at this angle if all of the bones were in the right place. You began to dig through the compost, uncovering the face of a drow, probably somewhere in his second or third century. You were officially a cleric, so you had an obligation, but if you stood this close to the tavern any longer you’d officially sprout fangs. And if running down the street with a nearly naked unconscious drow wasn’t suspicious, doing so with teeth shooting out of your rapidly protruding mouth would certainly make it happen. Then the door to the tavern started to open, so you scooped him up and made a break down the alley.

Day 3: Tropes and AUs

This is a Gav divorce AU fic from forever ago which I'm officially releasing for WEUweek.

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really difficult to forgive

Anton kept poking at the fire in the hope the heat would overpower the burning sensation of Hummel staring at him. They were almost back to some kind of city, but if they left him here he’d never make it - that’s if Alonne didn’t cut him down before he could blink. He’d figured out that the less she knew about him, the less likely she was to poke holes in his story and out him as a secret Vesh follower.

“How did you end up out here?” She sounded curious, and he didn’t want to seem rude, so he knew that he’d have to come up with something. He started to think of the people he’d met at the Fort, how they’d ended up there, but he found himself freezing up. 

The sight of the dead soldiers made him sick, and the others didn’t seem suspicious when he excused himself almost immediately. In all honesty, he was more scared of acting wrong at the sight than he was scared of thinking about how he could’ve easily been another one of the bodies. He couldn’t let them know that he instantly knew Vesh did this. It was the kind of thing his village talked about, sometimes, as a warning to keep him from misbehaving. One too many moments of disobedience, and he would be rended limb from limb by their Lady. If nothing else, it showed him they had some real understanding of her back home. 

Would she really come for him if he fucked up badly enough? Did she care enough about him to tear him to pieces?

Hummel stayed where she was, but she’d stopped sharpening her sword. Anton realized that he’d frozen with his stick most of the way into their camp fire, and it’d caught alight. He lifted it and set it on the ground near the fire, staring at the smaller flame. He tried to find a way to get a believable lie past his lips, but choked on any backstory he could think of, stuck on the fear that it would be what any of the soldiers he’d met would’ve said to the same thing. 

“Are you in trouble with the army?” She still sounded casual, but there was an edge of something that he was too lost in his own mind to decipher. Slowly, he nodded. 

“I didn’t want to come here, but my family- they forced me too. One of their friends was…an officer.” Anton tried very hard to sound open, tried so hard to make it sound like a complete answer, or at least make it clear he didn’t want to elaborate.

Hummel hummed, and went back to tending to her blade. Anton tried to set a mental reminder to tend to his own, soon. He’d gained some kind of power since he’d fled the Fort, one he felt confident wasn’t from Vesh, and he wanted to cultivate it. The only clue he had so far was he knew it was channeled through the sword he had. 

“Do you always use a broadsword?” Anton’s ears strained to try and find some ulterior motive beneath her words, but came back with nothing. He could answer this honestly, at least.

“Yes, but I’d also switch out depending on what my sibling would want to practice defending against. They’d usually go for something light, like scimitars, but sometimes they’d want to practice with a crossbow, so our teacher would toss me a shield and tell me to get running.” Anton’s tone was calm, but he realized after a second that Hummel had stopped sharpening her sword. He looked up, worried he’d said something that gave away his secret somehow. She was already looking back at him.

“...Klaus, your sibling would…shoot at you?” She sounded confused - concerned? No, not that, there was no knowledge gap in what he’d just said. It made perfect sense. But Anton knew that he’d have to come up with something to defuse the situation and make up for whatever he’d just said wrong.

“Yeah but it’s okay, I always agreed to do it! They got really great at shooting, and I knew they’d never actually hurt me - they usually missed me, but they almost always hit their targets when we were out hunting.” Hummel didn’t seem any less suspicious, even as he kept his tone casual, trying to sound like Cyprus - everything they said seemed so sincere. 

“...do you have any siblings?” Anton kept a casual tone, but for some reason this question didn’t make Hummel relax. He waited. 

“Yes. I do.” She spoke quietly, and Anton waited for her to elaborate. “I have one older sister, who I used to spar with. And a younger brother,” she continued after a moment’s pause “who isn’t the fighting type.” 

“So you’re ready for sparring, but you draw the line at target practice?” He smiled, and she didn’t smile back. Right. The problem was Anselm shooting at him - he made a metal note that he’d hopefully remember. Don’t talk about target practice.

“You can meet mine, some day. Their name is Anselm. I bet they’d get pretty close to beating you in a fight.” It didn’t take any level of deception for Anton’s voice to grow warmer, but the bitterness snuck in while his guard was down. Hummel didn’t seem to notice as he watched her, a subtle smile finally creeping onto her face. 

“We’ll see about that.” She sounded tentatively playful, and Anton openly smiled back at her. Anton stood up to stretch, and Hummel went to put away her sword. They fell back into silence, which felt more comfortable now. 

The sun was starting to peek over the horizon. They’d have to wake up the other soon, and start travelling. According to them this was the final stretch before they made it back to the city they were sent from. 

As the trauma from the past week wound down, he’d started to feel the cold, sinking feeling in his chest. A heavy weight as he began to comprehend that he had no one in the world. Anselm was an impossible distance away, and besides, he could never return to his village. Everyone who knew about his fate was dead. While he could start over, and he finally had the blank slate he dreamed about at his village, he also really, truly, had no one. 

He liked Hummel. He wanted to be friends with her. Once they got somewhere safe, he’d probably ask to spar - see how she measured compared to Anselm, and see what he could learn from her. He had to lie about a lot of things. Almost everything, actually. But he could honestly say he liked her, and he was pretty sure he trusted her, too. 

Anton went to start waking the others up, finally starting to feel hopeful.

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🦀 crab-rave-race Follow Something that I really like about Anton and Flicker is the fact that the two of them will probably never get back together even as friends. Like, the abuse was neither of their faults. They were 100% forced into that position by every single adult in their life, they were forced to be absolutely intrinsic to one another and also for Flicker to be more important. Any other ending to their relationship would have felt off. Flicker killing Anton plays into the cult’s hands - and Anton killing Flick plays into Vesh’s. They both totally fell for what the people whispering into their ears at first and then it turns out the real solution is that they’re both people. They’re both just people. And the fact that they can only break their cycle of abuse by totally separating is bittersweet but it feels so good and right. 

🐝 sebs-youthgroup Follow YES!!! This is the kind of thing that drives me crazy about them, and I love the way that Anton initially turned to the god who tore them apart and his final true act of rebellion (on screen) was to defy her into TOTAL NEUTRALITY. The only way for them to break the cycle was to not love or hate each other but to let each other go. 

🦀 crab-rave-race Follow @/sebs-youthgroup why are you interracing with me my DNI says “no christians”

🐝 sebs-youthgroup Follow I’m wiccan?

🦀 crab-rave-race Follow Your URL is a reference to S******* who runs a youth group. 

🐝 sebs-youthgroup Follow Sebastian’s Corellon youth group???

🦀 crab-rave-race Follow Yes. I’m soft blocking you now as a warning.

🐝 sebs-youthgroup Follow Do I need to specifically state that Corellon is not the Christian God

🦀 crab-rave-race Follow Congrats, fuckface. You earned a full on block. Stop violating my DNI.

🐾 weu-pets  Follow Sebastian is indoctrinating minors into a religion so he is essentially a Mormon.

🐝 sebs-youthgroup Follow I’m going to return to the sea.

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😋 hungryetty Follow Hummel is basically abusing Alonne when she makes him stop harming others. 

❄️ fiercelyfrozen Follow OP, torture is bad. 

😋 hungryetty Follow So is obsessively controlling your partner.

🐍 fluffysasha  Follow …has she ever stopped him from doing excessive violence? I feel like people just stereotype heterosexual couples in a way that always makes them abusive just so they have an excuse to change them and make them slash. 

🐲 draconesnocdeeznuts Follow Isn’t this the guy from the comphet Harlena callout?

🐍 fluffysasha  Follow SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT COMPHET HARLENA

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🦉 missyourcat–holdanowl Follow Fiona is OP and the druid class should be banned from WEU.

👗 our-lady-fiona Follow Fiona isn’t OP she barely uses wildshape in battle

🦉 missyourcat–holdanowl Follow She uses her wildshape to spy

👗 our-lady-fiona Follow Ok and??? That’s how you play the game brother

🦉 missyourcat–holdanowl Follow That’s op. The class should be banned.

👗 our-lady-fiona Follow “Leo is OP because he uses sneak attack” <- that’s how stupid you sound right now

🦉 missyourcat–holdanowl Follow That’s different that’s in battle

👗 our-lady-fiona Follow “Harland is OP because he has a high deception” “Thalia is OP because she has a high wisdom” “Nyx is OP because she has unseen servant” <- also how stupid you sound right now

🦉 missyourcat–holdanowl Follow You are the reason I hate this fandom. Blocked.

🥓 the-flesh-domes Follow Actually you make a good point about Harland I think that he should have a nerf it’s not even fun when he rolls you know he’s just going to win

🦉 missyourcat–holdanowl Follow Incorrect. Harland is perfect. Blocked.

🥓 the-flesh-domes Follow You didn’t block me

🦉 missyourcat–holdanowl Follow I realized I actually really like your Cyprus design when I was scrolling your blog before blocking you

🥓 the-flesh-domes Follow I blocked them lmao

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🔥 milf-naeda   Follow My take is Nyx is just as evil as Thalia’s parents. She should not have let her sister be stuck inside the house all the time??? She was basically enabling abuse by not getting Thalia out of there. 

🧼 flickers-soap-b0x  Follow Nyx is Thalia’s younger sister who held zero power. She’s the age of a fucking college student. Do you hold all younger siblings as responsible for the wellbeing of their older siblings??? Did you forget they have a more than ten year age gap?

🤖 bring-the-bot-in   Follow Guys please we literally don’t even know why Thalia stayed home all the time

🌷 princess-fiona Follow Another one for the anti-Thalia blocklist. 

🧼 flickers-soap-b0x  Follow OK but are we seeing that Nyx had no power in this situation??? What did you want her to do???

🐾 weu-pets  Follow Nyx is a minor and sapphic

🔮 the-oracle-sees-you  Follow Imora and Nyx both snuck Thalia out multiple times. This has been confirmed. Nyx did the best she could with the resources at her disposal, and Thalia clearly recognizes that, which you can really clearly see from when we have seen them interact. To put this on anyone besides their parents, and like @/bring-the-bot-in said, we also don’t know why Thalia was kept inside all the time. It’s not like Soliana and Gav were doing anything against the law and there’s no social stigma (at least in Rosohna, at least as far as we know) against having a missing parent so it’s probably not just out of cruelty or something that has to do with Gav? We also know from text-machina that Gav was not made at the same time as Nyx and Thalia, so it’d be really weird for the reasoning to have to do with that. It definitely sucked for Thalia but she did get out sometimes and we don’t know if she was in danger. 

🌷 princess-fiona Follow Yet another one for the blocklist ✌️

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📦 avinceinabox  Follow Can someone tell me whyyyy I just saw the fourth fic this fucking week where Cyprus’s words are written out with an uwu voice are you hearing yourselves

🌷 princess-fiona Follow Whyyyy are you so obsessed with what other people write???

📦 avinceinabox  Follow This was a post on my personal blog (also my WEU blog) about a personal pet peeve. Blocking you now. 

🌷 princess-fiona Follow Then why didn’t you turn off reblogs? Send it in a private discord server? Keep it as an inside thought? 

🧝 femboymerrygarden Follow Hey OP I’m the author of those fics and I’m a literal minor with a speech impediment who kins Cyprus. That was a vent fic about how no one takes me seriously. 

📦 avinceinabox  Follow Ok. I am sorry. I’ll keep my personal vents about this in private spaces. 

🌟 dwendalsdick Follow ????? femboymerrygarden you are not the author I am the author and I do it for fun lol 

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💗 naeda-milf   Follow NGL i feel like gav brings down the whole party dynamic in frozen. They could all be women. Would that not be better??? Do we need another watch where gav whines about his ex??? 

🍀 krooshunlimited   Follow Note how OP doesn’t mention Gav’s ex is a man because if you made this post about how gay men should be kicked out of the group you’re immediately outed as homophobic. 

💗 naeda-milf Follow You can’t be homophobic against a deadbeat dad hope this helps :))) 

🍀 krooshunlimited   Follow You can??? Also he’s bi??? This is Not getting into gavcourse because tbh I don’t care if it was justified or not. These posts also reek of people who are obsessed with shipping and nothing else. 

⚔️ sword-ladies   Follow I MEAN. You can’t ship Gav with anyone 1) it’s a waste of a w/w couple and 2) he’s SO MUCH OLDER than everyone else any ship with him in it would be inherently abusive 

🪹 unseen-nyx   Follow I mean yeah he’s older but Lena is middle aged it’s fine

🎇 mirianis-spellb00k   Follow Lena is 27. Lena is 27. Lena is 27. LENA IS 27. LENA IS 27

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a ghost at the back of your closet

Prologue

Even the mud of the swamp was foreign. He somehow missed home more and more fiercely with every sucking sound of his boot releasing from the marsh scum. He was crusted and flaking after sleeping on the earth the night before, and his steps felt unsteady with every passing day that he wandered.

He knew that he had no chance of surviving without help, and he instinctively cursed Vesh despite knowing painfully well that she had never really been with him in the first place. The attempt on his life from the followers at the fort had been further evidence, as if the first nineteen miserable years of his life weren’t enough. 

Anton had been travelling the swamp for days now. His handlers had tried to make it look like the drow had killed him - something he found deeply insulting, though he was well used to his combat abilities being overlooked in favor of a story his leaders wanted to tell. It didn’t take a genius to figure out they took him here to have an extra grunt working for Vesh, and as soon as his usefulness had run its course, it was time to kill him as far away from his twin as they could get him. He’d run with the clothes on his back and a longsword. While he hadn’t had a plan, that was always Anselm’s job, he knew he couldn’t turn back, even as survival in the marshland proved pretty much impossible for him on his own. 

When he heard the sound of voices, his heart started pounding. The sucking sounds of his steps became rapid, frantic, as he ran to the sound, realizing too late that the voices could kill him just as quickly as they might help. 

At least that end would be faster. 

Anton burst into the path of a small party, who was already turned to him and fully on guard. He held up his hands in surrender. Three tieflings, a drow, and another person - Anton wasn’t sure. One of the tieflings spoke first, her sword drawn. 

“What are you doing here?” Her voice was accented - he knew that accent. It was the exact one he'd given himself by force. His captors had thought it was cute, for some odd reason, but it added credibility with the soldiers, so when he spoke he mirrored her. 

“Please, mercy, I have a sword but I'll drop it. I just want to survive.” No one lowered their weapons, so he kept talking, his voice starting to shake.

“I was at the fort, but I desperately did not want to be. I know you are not with them, and whether you are from the Empire or a Crick, I hold no ill will.” Still no luck. The drow woman tensed. He realized too late that he probably shouldn’t have used that new word.

“If you came from the fort, why are you out here?” The drow this time. She looked suspicious of him, eyes narrowed, skeptical. Anton recognized he needed to sell this - he tried to ease the gates to tears open, but once he allowed even a crack in his mask, he began sobbing. 

“Please. I was so scared. I don't want to die. I didn't want to die- I had to run, I had to or they would've had me killed. I got scared and I ran. They're doing terrible things, I couldn't-” his speech devolved from watery to sopping, barely understandable between staggered breaths and choking on his own sobs. His nose was running. He felt guilty for wasting the water. His arms curled in and his hands clutched at his chest. 

“Hey, it's okay. We won't hurt you.” Anton heard them get closer from the sound of their voice, but he still started as a gentle, tentative hand landed on his shoulder. He tried to blink away the tears enough to see who, but couldn't make out more than a purple-ish blob. He just nodded, and held on to his own shirt tighter. 

“Why aren't you wearing any armor?” The Zemnian’s tone was definitely gentler. Silently, Anton prayed that the drow would look sympathetic next time he could see clearly. It took a few tries for him to get any words out, since he couldn’t seem to open his mouth without breaking into another sob. If he was in his right mind he would’ve felt ashamed for losing his composure like this. 

“I- I was scared, that if they saw me, the enemy, they would kill me. I hope that- that if I didn’t have- have- the armor- of- from the base, then- then I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t- d-” the thought of his own death had him breaking into sobs again, and the hand on his shoulder quickly became an arm wrapping around him as the tiefling hugged him. 

“My name is Cyprus, what’s your name?” Their voice sounded gentle, and against his better judgement he clung to them. His breaths began to slow from the pressure of the hug. Anton tried to not feel terrible about getting snot all over the stranger’s clothing. 

“My name is Klaus.” He spoke carefully, keeping his accent in place now that he no longer had sobs to mask any discrepancies.

“You can travel with us Klaus, it’s okay.” Cyprus started pulling back, and Anton scrubbed at his face with his grubby shirt. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you I- I don’t know what- what I’d-” his throat began to close, and he cut himself off before he could begin sobbing again. Cyprus stayed right next to him as he tried to find the right words and get them to spill from his mouth. He looked back to the party, where everyone seemed to have relaxed. 

“Where are you going?” Please, he begged, please, please let it be a town, a city, anywhere but where I just-

Cyprus had the dignity to sound apologetic while they explained their mission.

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🤠 cowboy-alonne   Follow OK but hollow ones who cant feel romantic attraction anymore. Hollow ones who cant feel sexual attraction anymore. Alonne sees End again and he knows there are ghosts of feelings inside of him that he just can’t access. He feels them but he can’t reach them anymore. Sybil has to do her big reveal to Elysia and snap her out of the charm and convince her that she’s the same person but she’s not. And she never will be. But she can’t explain that and Elysia might turn her back on them and so she has to pretend to be in love and to still feel something, anything for her. It makes me feral. 

⚔️ sword-ladies   Follow Ok but we know that they still feel romantic attraction and tbh this feels kind of shitty to Alonne??? They are literally dating Hummel and Fiona and idk it’s just weird vibes to make a blanket statement about how they’re ~*~incapable of love~*~ when they’re dating two women. Also rancid vibes on desexualizing an autistic lesbian :) 

💜 firthlover   Follow Have you ever noticed how when people talk about Alonne being with Fiona and Hummel people will Only use they/them for him? As a fandom we need to quit bi erasure we’re supposed to have learned from CR guys 

⚔️ sword-ladies   Follow Alonne?? Is a he/they??? Also you did not address my take on Sybil. 

💜 firthlover   Follow I think you’re right about Sybil lol it’s just a thing that I’ve noticed the fandom doing and you were the most recent post I’ve seen doing it 

⚔️ sword-ladies   Follow Don’t target a literal autistic lesbian next time then 

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🐾 weu-pets  Follow Just a reminder that Cyprus is a minor :) 

🔪 cuthretttthelesbian   Follow OP what the hell are you talking about

🐾 weu-pets  Follow Cyprus is minor coded and a teenager

🔪 cuthretttthelesbian   Follow a) that’s a completely different sentence b) youre still wrong lmao

🫙 cyprus-jar-of-dirt   Follow OP this is a bad look Cyprus is autistic 

🐾 weu-pets  Follow So is Sybil and I 100% agree she’s not a minor

🔪 cuthretttthelesbian   Follow Sybil isn’t Cyprus tho??? And they are both adults 

🐾 weu-pets  Follow Literally when in canon do they say that Cyprus is an adult 

🫙 cyprus-jar-of-dirt   Follow Literally check the wiki

🐦 harmony-apologist   Follow There is no citation for the age

🫙 cyprus-jar-of-dirt   Follow YEAH BECAUSE THE PLAYER LITERALLY WROTE IT??? 

🐾 weu-pets  Follow How do you know? You are doing so much work to justify shipping a minor??? 

🤝  alonne-posse   Follow OP stop moving the fucking goalposts

🤞 harlandneverlies   Follow OP thinks Cyprus being a minor(???) is the reason to not ship Cyprus when Cyprus is canonically aroace???

🐾 weu-pets  Follow All fucking children are asexual I didn’t think that had to be said

♾️ poly-shades   Follow Tumblr user weu-pets is a known troll guys please stop taking the bait

🦎 aroace-cyprus   Follow Aroace people????? Can date?????

👻 ghost-general-lives   Follow Stop 👏 taking 👏 part 👏 in 👏 aro 👏 ace 👏 erasure 👏

🌈 femme-fiona   Follow Imagine accusing tumblr user aroace-cyprus of being aroacephobic???

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