How Feyre’s Character Development Is Shown In The Covers Throughout The Series
I love how simply the covers of the ACOTAR series shows Feyre’s character development throughout the series. It’s mind blowing to be honest.
You can see in ACOTAR how Feyre is standing straight. Although it could be said she’s standing upright for confidence during the last part of the novel, we know her stance could also show her complacence throughout the novel. Especially after reading the books and from the events that happens within ACOTAR. Her stance also looks stiff to an extent, showing how she is still submissive or under someone’s command. Furthermore, there is only half of her on the cover as if she’s trying to hide herself. The red in the background also indicate either her anger, loss, and/or death prior to reading the novel. The roses, obviously, fits with the title of Thorns and Roses but can also foreshadow Feyre and Tamlin’s relationship in the novel being like a rose: seemingly beautiful and sweet but, in honesty, is also harmful like the thorns of a rose. Her dress is also more conservative (?) (if you compare it to the other two in ACOMAF and ACOWAR) yet provocative (?). It covers most of her stomach and legs, showing how she was still insecure about herself and the only reasons she willingly used an outfit with a front that low is because she was either told to (although I have absolutely no judgement if she wore that willingly, she would work it just fine tbh haha). You could say her outfit is elegant (since it’s from Rhysand ofc) yet it gives off the vibe that she was made to wear it - something she is not use to given her awkward stance.
In a ACOMAF you could see how she is standing more fluidly on the side of the book. She is no longer stiff but looks more comfortable with her body. Her pose exerts confidence and strength, especially with her hand and the way it’s positioned above the wind as if she’s controlling it (which she probably is in some way if you think of Rhysand being the wind since he can fly etc., etc.). More of her is now shown on the cover as if she’s having the courage to step out of the book and show herself on the cover for what she is. Feyre’s hair blowing the way it is can show that she is in movement and could be fighting unlike her previous state in the Spring Court. Her outfit has also upgraded into more of an armour, showing that she is stronger now and fighting for herself compared to the beginning of ACOTAR when she was at the Spring Court. Furthermore, the armour could also indicate that she is working with someone else since we know from ACOTAR that the Spring Court does not have armours of the sort for females but only dresses (egh). The cover, once more, also fits with the title in accordance to the Mist and Fury part: misting is a skill Rhysand has (somewhat a foreshadow that Feyre’s mate might be Rhysand) and fury could indicate either Rhysand’s fury at the events that occurred Under the Mountain or Feyre’s fury at Tamlin showing his true self. Her tattoo on her left arm from Rhysand is also much more visible than her tattoo in the ACOTAR cover, as if she’s no longer trying to hide it like before but showing it off. The color blue is also known as reliable, calm, creative, intelligent, and maybe responsible (from a Google search I did). This foreshadows (EVEN MORE) about Feyre’s personality as we know she stopped painting for a given amount of time before starting again in the Night Court. The blue also indicates calm, intelligence, reliability and responsibility, all of the things Rhysand and Feyre are. Especially the reliability part foreshadows Feyre and Rhysand’s relationship as we know that she trusts him even though she denied it at first. The small city silhouette in the background can also show that she is in Velaris instead of the Spring Court where she only knows Tamlin’s home (palace?).
NOW IN ACOWAR. LET ME JUST TALK ABOUT THE OUTFIT FIRST. Previously Feyre was wearing armour, as if she was an accomplice of Rhysand’s Inner Circle, working with them to take out Tamlin and Hybern. NOW, NOW IT’S A FUCKING DRESS THAT SHOWS SHE’S A HIGH LADY BUT STILL STRONG AND FIGHTING FOR HERSELF. The design (by the lovely @charliebowater ) practically exudes confidence, strength, and her ability to see what is wrong and right (especially with the eyes on her belt but that could also foreshadow Jurian since his eyeball was Amarantha’s ring). The glistening of the bottom of her dress could also represent starlight, connecting back to the Night Court and Starfall possibly. The position of her arms and the way she’s now showing off both hands and the tattoo shamelessly indicates her confidence with being a part of the Night Court and Rhysand’s Inner Circle. The way her hands are resting on her hips further proves my point of her growing confidence as she stands as if she’s ready to face anything. Also, her full body is now on the cover unlike in ACOTAR when only half of her was showing. This can be seen as her way of finally discovering and accepting her strengths and, once more, exuding confidence. She’s also holding an Illyrian blade, far different than before when she was only showing her hands in the ACOMAF cover. This shows how her abilities have furthered and that she could fight now, with a blade (cause we know her speciality is actually a bow) and with her powers (which is explained in the next sentence). The mist around her could show how her strengths in misting may be improving in the novel compared to when she was still first training with Rhysand and, maybe, her fire powers also since we can interpret this as smoke too. We already know she can control her water powers very well. The color green, after a Google search, portrays balance, harmony, nature but also envy. The balance and harmony of the green could be a foreshadowing of the ending of ACOWAR and how, possibly (hopefully, dear lord hopefully), the ending might be peace amongst Prythian once more. The nature part of the green could indicate the Spring Court and her return. However, the envy part of green, what I really think, is referred to Tamlin and his envy. I feel like he will end up finding out about Feyre being mated with Rhysand and he will be even more envious (pray to the Mother that Tamlin doesn’t do anything stupid like he already did). HER HAIR, again it’s blowing showing that everything around her might be in motion and she’s ready to take them down like she promised. The background also has mountains if you look close enough. This may be a foreshadow that Feyre and the Inner Circle may have to return to Under the Mountain once more to fix Prythian (this is making me extremely nervous). Finally, the title. Lord, Mother, I love Cassian so much please don’t let him die. The cover fits with the title of A Court of Wings and Ruin once more although not entirely: the wings part may be a foreshadowing (I’m sorry I repeat this stylistic feature so much) to, sadly, Cassian’s wings (although I still refuse, to believe it). The “ruins” part may be referring to how everything is falling apart just like the ending of the last book but, this time, it might be the actual ruin of the Spring Court and Hybern. Maybe even Under the Mountain since there are mountain silhouettes in the background.
Well, that’s my interpretation of the covers. I felt the need to do this the moment the ACOWAR cover came out. I noticed her stance change and the way she brings herself. I couldn’t resist myself.
High school graduation never felt monumental to you. Sure, you’d be saying goodbye to a few good friends, but you still had your entire life ahead of you. You had a plan. Four years at NYU, studying and working to pay your bills. Stephen was an unexpected surprise, but he definitely gave you some stability.
You had a four year plan. Your high school brain tricked you into thinking four years would pass much slower than they did. As you stared at your neatly pressed graduation gown, the cap and tassel sitting on your dresser, you couldn’t help but feel like four years was a simple blink of an eye.
There is something buzzing beneath her
skin, something robust and heady. Sakura does her best to ignore the feeling as
she has for the past week. It is akin in some ways to an excess of chakra, but
She feels energized, alive.
Sakura shivers, forcing her attention back
to the documents on her desk. In the years since the war, Tsunade-shishou
gradually unyoked herself from her duties at the hospital until Sakura ran it
alone. Sakura is proud of it, proud of her proven abilities at the tender age
of 21. Still, there is a tedium associated with the hospital that Sakura hadn’t
Honestly, she does more paperwork than the Hokage!
Sakura sighs, skirting around her real
thoughts, even in the privacy of her office. Recently there has been something
about the hospital that leaves her teeth on edge and her blood singing. It
isn’t the normal adrenaline rush that comes of high-stress situations. No, it’s
Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 8161 (sorrynotsorry) Warnings: Angst. fainting, sexual innuendo…guns, bruises, wounds. Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: A little happy trip present from me to you @oh-beyond enjoy ;) pup, new girl, all the good things. Guys let me know what you think ;) feedback much appreciated.
“So.” Baekhyun started as you walked into the room with a beer, a bottle of diet coke and a hot tray of nachos. “You fucking the hitman?” You didn’t reply, as you sat the tray down, places his beer in front of him and took a sip of your diet coke. “You’re going to ignore me all night?” No reply, you just reached for the nachos and pulled one of, stringy cheese trailing behind and revealing salsa underneath. “Angel, humour me. Don’t be like this.” “You gonna be an annoying little shit all night, I ain’t going to talk to you,” you said, but you had a smile on your face so he probably knew you were playing. He took his own nachos, and the crunching was loud in the room. “Before you nag I’ll turn on the music.” “I’m not getting a headset?” you pouted, actually very disappointed, you were sort of looking forwards to it. He shook his head. “Nope, this is not some chat line.” “As if you and Chanyeol don’t discuss girls on the floor to have a threesome with,” you bit, facing the screen and taking some more nachos.
Have you done a bts demigod au? And if you haven't can you do one like exo's with parent and magical items please? Love your blog 💙!
Jin: Son of Aphrodite. Ask almost anyone at Camp if Jin needs a weapon, or magical item and that person will say that Jin doesn’t need any of those, because just looking at him can leave a person confused and dazed, which is very effective in battle or confrontations. Nonetheless Jin’s magical item is a special small pendant necklace that glows when someone is lying to him. Although it is very useful when it comes to interrogating people, the necklace only works when a complete lie is told, partial truths do not make the necklace glow.
Yoongi: Son of Apollo. Unlike many of his brothers and sisters, Yoongi’s magical item is not a bow, medicine, or an instrument. Instead he has a seer stone. This stone has the ability to show its user to catch glimpses of the future. Yoongi’s seer stone has come in pretty handy when demigods have gone on quests, but unfortunately its power is limited and it can be hard for Yoongi to know when the event he saw with the seer stone will happen. Also Yoongi cannot choose what he wants to see, or when he sees an event with the seer stone; it acts on its own.
Namjoon: Son of Athena. Although it is not grandiose, Namjoon’s magical item is a special mapof the world that shows him the location of monsters. With this map Namjoon can zoom into certain areas like San Fransisco, which is infested with monsters, and get a pretty good idea of where all of the monsters are located. This comes in very handy during quests and it has saved his life and the lives of his companions several times.
Hoseok: Son of Apollo. Hobi is much like his brother, Yixing, in that his specialty is healing. As such Hobi carries around a special ukulele that produces music that can heal common illnesses and help injuries heal faster. Be warned though, if Hobi plays the ukulele a certain way it can produce sounds waves that are strong enough to shatter glass and bones!
Jimin: Son of Poseidon. Many people were surprised when they found out that Jimin was a son of Poseidon. Most people had thought he was a son of Aphrodite, because of his stunning and great looks, or a son of Apollo, because of his bright smile and his proficiency with using a bow of celestial bronze, his magical item. Children of Poseidon are not known for handling a bow very well, but when his father saw the passion in his eyes, he crafted Jimin a special bow that maintains its accuracy even underwater!
Taehyung: Son of Hermes. On any given day at Camp, at least one person will say that they wish that Taehyung’s magical item was not the talaria, Hermes’ winged sandals. When worn these sandals give Taehyung the ability to fly to infinite altitudes. Taehyung keeps these sandals pretty close to him since his brothers and sisters are always itching to wear those sandals.
Jungkook: Son of Zeus. When it comes to choosing which person in camp will be the next big hero (like Perseus, Heracles, etc), a lot of people believe that Jungkook will be next big hero. Although he is young and still has a lot to learn about being a demi-god, he likes to dream big and his choice of magical item reflects that. Jungkook’s current magical item is a sword made of celestial bronze and infused with lightning bolts. When in battle this swords crackles and has been known to be the cause of quite a few storms. The sword can also be turned into a pen.
Thank you! You are too sweet. Read more about this AU here.
HIii, so I know I’ve been really inactive lately, but I am still alive! This lovely person requested a Kyle Spencer imagine and I am here to fulfill your fangirl needs!
Also it was not specified, but i was feeling the fem! reader!
(a lil triggering for rape:: hope you enjoy!
“Come one, Y/N! We– well you haven’t gone to a party in ages and everyone misses you!” Your boyfriend Kyle nagged to you as you combed through your hair.
You had just gotten out of the shower after a long shift at work, and when you came back, your boyfriend was instantly on you that there was a party going on in three hours that was going to be “the best one yet”. Like they always claimed. But you were tired of parties, because it was dangerous there for any vulnerable person, because anyone could slip you drugs or force you to snort cocaine. Parties were all about peer pressure. And you just wanted to cuddle and watch Disney movies.
You shook your head and slipped your robe off, revealing your undergarments before you walked to your closet. “Kyle I don’t have anything to wear.”
It was a lie, just recently you had went shopping and you had tons of new outfits to flaunt, but you just didn’t want to go.
Kyle made a noise and walked over to your side, placing one hand on his hip and the other on your shoulder. “Baby, you have tons of clothes! I mean, look, this is new! Huh? I’ve never seen you wear this before. And it’s super sexy. I know how you’re all about body confidence.”
You looked at the berry colored lace romper, with the plunging neckline and the exposed back. It was very sexy. So sexy that it had been sitting in your closet for a while now, since you never knew the proper time to wear it. Then you thought about it. If Kyle was suggesting you wearing it, he must have been okay with it, and you had one talent. Saying no.You were sure that you were able to turn down drinks from strangers and stray from the cocaine fanatics. Then your eyes came up to Kyles face and you sighed. It seemed the battle was won. You were going.You had lost this round. Kyle’s adorable begging face was the last and winning bullet.
Kyle sensed the change in your demeanor and let out a happy laugh, putting the hanger on the bed before coming and lifting you up. “Thank you, honey sweetie pie sugar. You know I hate walking into parties alone, I love you.”
You tried but failed to hold back a grin as Kyle peppered kisses on your face and neck, and when he started to stay on the curve of your neck too long you giggled and pushed his chest. “I can’t wear the romper if you give me a hickey, sugar baby sweetie toots.”
Kyle grinned and kissed you sweetly on the mouth. “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Kyle.” You gave him one last peck before he let you down. “Now give me an hour and a half to get ready.”
Kyle groaned playfully before nodding and then throwing himself on your bed. “You do you, baby. I love you with and without makeup. Do your thing, my sweet.”
You grinned and walked over to your vanity as Kyle closed his eyes and laid back.
Three hours later you and Kyle were driving over to some unknown house and you were both in comfortable silence. You knew that music would be blasting like crazy at the party and you were glad to have even a moment of silence before your ears were ringing from the chaos. You smiled and rested your head on Kyle’s shoulder, as his hand slipped over onto your thigh.
“You’ll protect me right Kyle?” You asked, your hand snaking onto your thigh before you started to play with his fingers.
“From what, baby doll?” He asked, turning his blinker to go right on.
“From bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs? You know, the people that make parties an unsafe place?” You intertwined your fingers with his and he squeezed your hand lightly as his thumb began to rub on your knuckles.
“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. There’s always a danger anywhere we go, and I swear I’ll always protect you. No matter the situation; because you matter more to me than anything.”
You lifted your head off of his shoulder and gave him a kiss on his jaw, which he caved into, turning his head for a quick peck on the lips. When he turned back to the road he slowed down before parking behind a long line of cars. You quickly unlatched your seat belt, the music already pulsing through the seats of the car and climbed on top of Kyle’s lap.
“Listen Kyle. You’re so fucking sweet and I love you so much.” You said quickly, grabbing onto Kyle’s surprised face.
He grinned and looked into your eyes, before his forced his head forward and you ducked your head to meet in a passionate kiss. Kyle’s hands landed on your hips and his fingers dug into the lacy material, before he pulled back, panting.
“Okay, sexy baby doll, we gotta go before you get me hard. That outfits already got me all bothered.” Kyle’s eyes drifted to your exposed chest and he shifted uncomfortably.
You giggled and opened the door, about to get out before Kyle pulled you back harshly. “And I love you too, Y/N.”
When you were both heading to the entrance of the grand house you were slowly starting to regret your decision. There were loads of people so that even the lawn was full of drunken college kids, all laughing and throwing up and then passing out in that exact order. Paranoia was starting to bubble up. What if you drank so much you did something stupid and ended up going viral online? What if someone forced you to get high with them? To do heroine? To have a threesome? You were terrified. You hadn’t been to a party in ages, and it was like this was your first all over again.
“Baby, smile a little bit. Remember me? Yeah? Kyle, sworn protector and the best boyfriend ever?” You looked from the entrance of the house to see that Kyle was facing you with a small worried smile on his face.
“Yeah, no okay. Sorry babe, I was just-”
“Worrying about bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs. We can leave if you want, alright sugar bunny cutie?”
You instantly shook your head, knowing that Kyle would be sad if he missed anything or if any of his friends and frat brothers got hurt. You forced on a smile and tugged at your curled hair. “It’s fine, bunny cutie sugar, let’s just have some fun.”
Kyle grinned and grabbed your hand before starting to search for a familiar face.You spotted some people from your college and turned quickly before they could see you and kept yourself glued to Kyle until you two reached the kitchen of the grand home, where Kyle let out a holler and tugged himself out of your grip. You looked to see a group of Kyle’s frat brothers, who were all dressed the same, with frat t-shirts with popped collars and khakis. Kyle was wearing the same but you had convinced him that the popped collar was not in, and never would be.
“Kyle, my man!” Steven Kurt yelled out, lifting his beer in the air and enveloping Kyle into a bro hug. “Just the man I wanted to see! Hey bro, you got any weed?”
You stiffened as the question hit the air and Kyle coughed loudly before shaking his head. “Na, man. I brought Y/N around, man. You know she doesn’t like for me to sell anymore.”
Steven and the gang all turned to you as you stood there with your back straight and a fake smile plastered on. Eyes were instantly raking your body up and down and all around as Kyle grabbed two beers from the fridge.
When Steven was done eyeing you, he smiled and shook his head at Kyle’s hands, before grabbing a red solo cup that they had all been shrouding over, speed walking over to you so he reached you before Kyle.
“Y/N, a special brew for a special lady.” He bowed slightly, staring you in the eyes all the while, a smirk on his face.
You grabbed the cup reluctantly so you would not seem rude. Some part of you was hesitant because you didn’t know Steven all that well, but the other part of you that flashed pictures of Kyle’s face when he was begging you to come filled with disappointment made you shrug your shoulders. Steven was Kyle’s friend, and from what you knew pretty cool and he didn’t seem like the type of person to do anything bad.
You brought the cup to your lips and took a large gulp, causing the group of frats to cheer right before Kyle walked over with a worried look and the two beers.
“What was in that, man?” Kyle yelled to Steven over the yells as you let out a whoop and shook your head from the horrible taste.
Steven shook his head and looked over to Kyle with a smirk as the boys crowded around you, guiding you to the dance floor. “Nothing man, just bourbon and coke.”
Steven tried to follow but Kyle yanked at his arm. “No, what the fuck man, I know all about your ‘special brews’ and that’s my girlfriend asshole! What was in there?”
“Chill, man!” Steven shoved Kyle off of him and into the island before smirking even more. “You once said what’s yours is ours, right?” And then he sauntered out, leaving Kyle speechless and horrified.
Half an hour later you were on the dance floor, feeling slightly dizzier than what a half cup of bourbon and coke should have made you feel. Multiple times when you went to the bathroom Kyle had walked over and insisted that you leave the party with him, but you always pushed him away, arguing that he was the reason you were there in the first place. “Lighten up!” You had yelled at him as you sat on the toilet and he sat facing the inside of the shower. “I’m not even drinking a lot, Kyle. I don’t want to get too drunk. Let me have some fun, please honey pot?”
You eventually left him without an answer.
But halfway through an incredibly bass-y song you were starting to sweat and lose focus of your eyesight, and you could feel bile swimming up your throat. You stumbled through the crowd, pushing with haste at a familiar boy with curly blond hair who caught you when you almost fell, running to the bathroom. You fell through a white door and fell onto a carpeted floor, throwing up your dinner and a brown substance. You fell to the side of it, as you felt footsteps coming nearer. You slowly regained your vision but your limbs were feeling incredibly numb.
“Aw, fuck Ross, she threw the shit up, what the fuck! You said it would work!” A voice that seemed far away as you tried to move. There was a loud thump and you felt body heat next to you on your vomit.
“Ew! The fuck, man! It’s a different kind of shit, dick wad! It should still do the trick.”
“Well it better fucking work because I had to knock the shit out of Kyle so he would leave us for a few. He’ll be back, though, I promise. Now go and guard the door. I got a lot for this bitch, walking in wearing that damn outfit knowing that it would make someone horny. She was begging for this to happen.”
You slowly started to come to your senses, and you tried your best to move, but your body seemed out of your control except for your fingers. There was shuffling and you opened your eyes, just as arms wrapped around you and placed you on something that your body sunk into. A bed that wasn’t yours, with a face above you that was not your boyfriends, slowly tugging at the hem of your romper.
“What the fuck? How do you take this shit off?” Steven, you recognized, was starting to get agitated as he began roughly tugging at the bottom of your romper, and you whimpered as the lace rubbed harshly on your skin as your shoulders began to gain feeling again.
“Steven,” You groaned out as the lace started to scratch too harshly at your skin, making you whimper in pain.
The tall brunette stopped tugging at your romper and shuddered in pleasure and ground his hips into yours, causing tears to prick your eyes. “Fuck, say my name again.”
“Steven please stop!” You raised your voice the best you could, tears pricking your eyes.
Steven stopped and growled, suddenly flipping you onto your back, where the button and zipper to your romper were. He started to work on them, ignoring the loud pounds on the wall that had started up. “Don’t cry, Y/N. I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I see the way you laugh at my jokes, touch my arm, and look me up and down. You want me.”
Tears began to run down your face at the horrible experience that you were about to go through, hoping that the feeling wouldn’t return to your bottom half. Then suddenly his fingers stopped and there was the sound of another zipper as he started to yank the shoulders of your romper down with one hand.
“HELP!” You gained the courage and energy suddenly, just as the door of the room was thrown open and Steven was suddenly fell to the floor suddenly from the force of you pushing up and the shock of the door banging open.
He lay on the ground, dick out, just as a blond guy you recognized as Kyle, your boyfriend, ran forward and kicked him square in the side of the face. He yelled something you didn’t quite catch as you fell to the floor as well, your romper halfway down without a care, only the thought of escape on your mind. You dragged yourself with your arms as feeling regained to your thighs.
“What’s mine is mine, Steven. You sick ass bastard.”
You glanced back quickly, sobs escaping your body, to see that Steven was knocked out cold, and Kyle was advancing at you quickly. You started to hyperventilate slightly, your breathing increasing as you tried to move your knees to get away quickly.
“Baby, Y/N, it’s me.” Kyle sobbed out, placing his hand on your bare back.
The touch made you cry harder as you let yourself fall back on the ground to escape his hands. There were loud sobs behind you as you silently cried into the carpet, letting your mouth open in a silent scream. “Y/N please, I’m so sorry I let him touch you. Baby, please it’s me Kyle.”
The touch returned, this time warmer and calming, and you still sobbed, but did nothing when the fingers traveled to re-button and adjust your romper and close it up.
The next parts were a blur, and you let yourself black out slightly, and the next thing you knew you were sober, dressed in night wear, and in your bed. You were still crying, but Kyle was sitting at the edge of your bed, scared to touch you, with his own tears climbing down his cheeks.
“K-kyle?” You asked, not meaning for the sobs to start back up. Kyle closed his eyes in pain as he saw the bruises lacing your thighs and the red marks on your shoulders. You hand’t even felt the squeezes that he had been doing on your legs. “Kyle, please just come hug me. I need a hug, bottle baby, please.”
Kyle cried harder and crawled over to you, gently pulling you into his arms, placing kisses on your head softly. “I’m here, baby. Always, honey sugar. I love you, Y/N. I’m your protector, remember?”
DA:O - Cousland Warden manages to save Oren in the nick of time but not Oriana. How would the companions react (+Eamon, Teagan, and Irving if you can!) to the Warden trying to protect and raise the little boy? (romanced Alistair, please! And my headcanon is that Oren is around 4 or 5?)
Alistair: At Ostagar, when he first sees the Cousland with the small boy trailing beside them, he is extremely confused. When he learns the story, he is horrified. After the events at Ostagar, he is determined to get the boy somewhere safe, and argues quite a bit with the Warden about how dangerous it is to have him with them. The Warden’s logic is that nowhere else is safe now that Howe is trying to kill the last Couslands. They both desperately want what is best for Oren, the poor boy who doesn’t really understand what has happened. Alistair quickly bonds with him; making him laugh using his hand puppet and quick, good-natured humour. He once offers to start giving him basic training with a sword, and doesn’t understand why the boy gets so upset by this and declines. Due to being romanced by the Warden, Alistair’s brotherly protection over the boy merely grows stronger and regardless of whether he becomes king or not, he will be determined to see to Oren’s happiness for the rest of his life.
Leliana: When she sees the small boy trailing behind the Warden into the tavern, she assumes he is just a local village boy they are bringing inside for the warmth. When they are trying to leave, Leliana turns to Oren and tells him it won’t be safe to keep following them, and it would be best if he goes to the Chantry. Morrigan laughs and says “It seems our priestess believes the boy to be a village stray.” When the truth is revealed to her, Leliana is horrified, and pledges to protect the young child there and then. She does bring up the thought to the Warden that perhaps the wilds weren’t the safest place for a boy, but drops it when the Warden insists that the safest place for their nephew is at their side. Leliana adores Oren, and the feeling is mutual. Leliana finds Oren’s insatiable curiosity endearing and loves telling him stories of gallant knights, daring quests and princes in disguise! Oren eventually comes to her asking if she would teach him how to use a bow, and Leliana agrees and even finds a special, smaller bow for him.
Morrigan: When Flemeth brings the small, helpless boy to the hut with the two Wardens, she thinks the Wardens must be foolish indeed to allow a child to travel with them. Speaking to them when they wake up, she decides that these Wardens are sentimental fools, and it will likely be the deaths of them. The boy would be better off somewhere else, and she decides she would try to convince them to drop him off at a nearby village. When she brings it up to them, Alistair surprisingly agrees with her, but on a different level and suggests that perhaps Flemeth might be able to shelter him for some time. To her own surprise, Morrigan immediately shuts this idea down before the Warden can. Nobody else deserves Flemeth as a guardian, not even a child she has no attachment to. During the late nights, when everyone else is asleep, Oren sneaks out of his tent and shuffles over to Morrigan’s camp. She is rather awkward with this. “Should you not be asleep?” She asks, with just a little bit of irritation. He shuffles and mutters something about nightmares. Morrigan sighs and tells him he should bother the Warden with this. But still, the boy persists and stays beside her and asks her many questions about magic and the legends of her mother, which she answers in somewhat exasperation. Begrudgingly, she finds herself approving of his curiosity, and though she would never admit it, she begins to become rather comfortable and fond of Oren.
Sten: When he sees the Warden with the child trailing behind them outside of Lothering, he assumes there is a Tamassran among them, as the child looks too young to be on its own. When it is revealed that the Warden is the child’s nephew, he is surprised and obviously quite disapproving. “This is no place for a child; it is too dangerous. They must be taken to a safer place.” He and the Warden get into an argument about this, but when the Warden firmly puts their foot down, Sten grumbles and goes over to the child. The boy glances up at him with ill-concealed curiosity, and Sten stares down at him impassively. Finally, he says, “If we are attacked, you will stay behind me. If you are to be with us, your safety must be seen to. I will see to this.” With that, he returns to his tent, and never brings up the matter again. When he sees the boy practising his archery with Leliana, he nods approvingly- glad that Oren is growing strong enough to try and take some of his safety into his own hands.
Wynne: When she returns to the Warden’s camp after the events of the Circle, she meets Oren and is immediately horrified when she learns of his past. She understands why the Warden is bringing him with them, and takes it upon herself to teach him whatever she knows. The boy is a noble, and would have been having lessons regularly; she ought to try and return some sense of normalcy and routine to his life. Oren responds well to this, and enjoys learning about the various plants they find in their travels.
Zevran: He was hired to kill both of the remaining Couslands. He knows about the boy, but he is surprised to find that the Warden has kept the boy with them as they travel- he had expected to have to hunt Oren down in a Chantry. The Wardens do live up to their reputations as strategists, it seems. When he actually meets Oren in camp, he is taken aback by how innocent he is. Zevran knew of the machinations of politics, but even to an assassin, the assignment on this young boy seems…excessive. He does enjoy spending time with him, as Oren has a fresh liveliness about him, despite having lost so much. He is pleasantly surprised to learn about Oriana’s Antivan heritage, and even begins to hatch a little plan of his own to try and clear- or at least combat- the assignment out for the surviving Couslands. He sends an anonymous tip to Antiva… to Oriana’s house. He knows the family name; it is a noble one and he has crossed paths with the matriarch of it before. She is a fierce old woman who he doubts will take the betrayal and murder of her relative kindly. Plus, she will likely have more power within the circles of the Crows than Zevran does. If anyone can help Oren, it will be his Antivan family. Though of course, Zevran will be doing all he could for him in the meantime.
Oghren: He can vaguely remember seeing Oren running around Orzammar with an excited expression, but he doesn’t really care until he meets him again after the events in the Deep Roads. Oren walks beside him, and constantly pesters him with questions about how amazing Orzammar must be, which only irritates the dwarf. But he just downs another gulp of ale and he is good to keep talking- though he’s sure to none-too-gently shut down his ideas of Orzammar being some sort of paradise. Oren seems to like him - Oghren doesn’t really know why- and spends a lot of time with him. He particularly likes to eat next to him, and when asked why, the boy says, “Mother always told me that my table manners were really bad…and Wynne says that nobody wants to look your way during mealtime…” Oghren stiffens at this for a moment, before nudging the boy’s side with a toothy grin. “Stick with me, kid, and I’ll keep their eyes off of ya.”
Shale: Shale had seen children in Honnleath and isn’t particularly fond of them, as they tend to want to climb all over them. They’re indifferent to children on a whole though, and they just note that children seem to be particularly more squishy than their elders. Shale coexists amicably with Oren, as the boy seems to be quite in awe of them- as he should be- and asks them many questions. Usually something like “Shale, do you think you would be able to throw that boulder over there? Maybe you could throw it at the darkspawn! Or the archdemon! You could stop the Blight. That’d be really cool!” Shale approves of that idea. What an excellent suggestion.
Loghain: It is much easier to turn a blind eye to the murder of a family when you don’t see the consequences. The first night that Loghain joins the camp, he is pestered with questions by Oren, who is enamoured with the legend of the Hero of River Dane. But a few days later, that all stops. He can’t tell who has told the boy, but someone has clearly let him know that Loghain had been allied with Howe, and turned a blind eye to the murder of the Couslands. Oren avoids him, and seems almost frightened of him. Of course he is. An ally of a monster must surely be a monster themselves, he thinks grimly. He’d thought himself beyond such pain, but he can’t deny that it does hurt him a little. Perhaps one day, he can redeem himself. In the world’s eyes…and in the eyes of the little Cousland.
Eamon: Hearing of the Cousland massacre was horrifying, but it really was just another extreme example of the things noblemen were willing to do for power. After hearing of the terrible events in Redcliffe though, he realises how close he came to losing everything he loves too. Oren reminds him of Connor; of how easily his own son could have been left in the same position. He strives to make the boy happy out of this empathy and pity. Though a small voice in his head continues to remind him of the political benefits of having the future heir to Highever be indebted to him.
Teagan: He is devastated when he hears about the massacre, but is relieved to hear there had at least been two survivors. When the Warden and Oren are brought to him the Chantry, he is horrified that the boy is in such constant danger. Once the events of Redcliffe are over, he immediately offers to take the boy in as a ward while the Warden is recruiting, and he is rather hard to convince to let the boy walk out of Redcliffe and into danger again. He admires the Warden for protecting the boy as much as they can, however, and he is happy to help if they ever need it.
I heard about the prompts for Dan's birthday, so how about either of these choices? 1. All of the Grumps give him a special present each from their own heart 2. Some great Egobang (because why not?)
I pretty much did both! Gotta drop Egobang in there because I’m 100% certified egobang trash!
Dan looks at the rectangle package Brian has handed him. It’s wrapped in plain blue paper, and scribbled in the top left corner are the words “Happy birthday, dick.” He knows immediately that it’s a book, and if it’s a professionally bound copy of The Beej, Dan might actually go to jail for second degree murder.
“Of course you got me a book,” Dan says dryly.
“Open it, you idiot,” Brian tells him, and Dan sighs dramatically, if only to annoy Brian a little bit more.
His sass evaporates immediately upon tearing off the wrapping paper, however. Tears immediately well up in his eyes and he has to set the book down next to him on the couch because of how bad his hands are shaking.
It’s a signed, first edition copy of “The Last Unicorn.”
Brian grunts from the impact of Dan practically tackling him and hugging him tight. “Happy birthday, Danny,” Brian says, petting Dan’s hair.
Later on in the day, when he sees Audrey, she excitedly gives him a stegosaurus plushie and wetly kisses his cheek before running away, cackling.
gabriel isn’t a fashion designer and adrien isn’t a model. instead; he works at a fast-food place.
he has to wear those visors they wear at like, mcdonalds and it messes his hair up every. single. time.
he smells like french fries constantly !!!
marinette goes there a lot. enough to where adrien takes notice and starts to give her two cherries in her milkshakes instead of one.
“just a little something extra”
when they introduce themselves, the poor boy forgets he wears a nametag and introduces himself anyway. marinette is just “yeah, i-i know, you wear a name tag lmao” aaaand !! cue an embarrassed adrien
after a while, he offers to take marinette out to lunch when she’s free and she jokes about them eating lunch at his job, at the table in the back with old initials scratched into it.
the kid rides a bike to work until he saves enough money to get himself a moped.
bonus : when he and marinette start dating, he buys her a helmet so she can ride with him places.
double bonus : HELMET HAIR X2
when he gets fired from the fast food place, marinette offers him a job at the bakery as a delivery boy.
he starts to smell like the cakes, cookies and pastries that he delivers.
adrien mopedding to school and then walking to marinette’s house just so he can walk back to school with her !!
marinette bringing him croissants for breakfast every morning !!!
bonus : marinette bringing breakfast for the whole squad ayee
hot chocOLATE iN THE WINTER WITH FRESH PASTRIES THAT ARE STILL WARM !!!
MARINETTE MAKES ADRIEN MITTENS WADDUP
plagg is a black kitten that adrien finds that ends up taking a liking to him and follows him around, and sleeps on his moped seat most nights.
tikki is a ladybug with exactly five spots that always returns to marinette’s flowers on her balcony and basically lives on the plant now.
adrien lets marinette drive his moped but practically bites all his nails off because wHAT IF BOTH OF HIS PRECIOUS THINGS GET HURT!!
#adrien worrywart agreste amiright
adrien plans out their special night bow chicka wowow but accidentally makes it on a sunday way to go buddy and he has a heart attack when he sees the date ‘maRINETTE GET UP WE HAVE SCHOOL ITS MONDAY WHY DONT I PAY ATTENTION TO CALENDARS’ so they gotta bolt tf out of there and thank god she lives across the street. they still get there late though lmao. alya and nino waNT THE DEETS.
they have a study group on marinette’s balcony with a lot of coffee because group project due tomorrow leTS HIGHTAIL THIS SHIT and marinette causes adrien to fall asleep on her because she absentmindedly plays with his hair while she writes and he’s out like a light tbh
the squad goes to the beach and blondie turns into a lobster and nino slaps him on the back. rip dude
Regina smiles as she leans over the crib, tucking her hair behind her ears before smoothing Ellie’s wild red wisps. She hates to wake her–especially when she’s finally slept past six and likely needs the sleep–but it’s quarter after seven, and there due at Granny’s at nine for a birthday breakfast with the family.
The back of her fingers brush gently against Ellie’s soft, chubby cheek, and down over the fuzzy pink fabric that covers her rounded tummy–and Regina’s smile warms as the little girl starts to stir. Her face scrunches as she turns her head, her legs kicking as her butt wiggles, and then a muffled little whimper escapes her. Regina tickles her and her feet kick faster, and she makes a sound that’s something between a laugh and a cry.
“Good morning, Peanut,” Regina coos. “Happy birthday, baby.” Ellie’s eyes pinch tighter as her arms flail before Regina’s hands slip under her, lifting her from the crib. She grins as Ellie’s eyes blink open as she cuddles against her robe, comforted by the warmth and closeness of her mother, but still not happy to be awake.
“I know, I know,” Regina says in a sing-song voice as she lightly bounces her on the way to the glider. “Getting up early is never fun.” Ellie looks up at her with wide blue eyes as her fingers find her mouth and she sucks lightly at them. “But today will be fun. I promise.” She rubs her hand over Ellie’s diapered bottom and chubby thighs, sighing wistfully as she tells her about how there will be a cake just for her and lots of presents and she’ll have new toys to play with–and in that moment, she’s struck by how far they’ve come.
A year before, she’d been so reluctant to love this little girl–a little girl she now adores, a little girl who makes her world a little brighter, a little girl who on a daily basis reminds her that good can be born out of even the bleakest of situations and reminds her of the healing power of love.
Though she never voice it, she’d wondered if she and Robin would make it–she loved him, but life had taught her that love wasn’t enough–and she feared that they wouldn’t make it through the storm, that he would be patient with her and give her time to adjust, not when it came to his daughter. But he had been patient, he’d understood her caution and he’d been there to help her through it–and they were stronger because of it Grinning down at Ellie, she crosses her eyes and scrunches her nose, making the little girl giggle–she’d created a bond between them that could never be broken.
Regina tickles the bottom of her foot and her laugh rings out–a laugh that never fails to bring a smile to her face and make her heart flutter with love. She continues to rock her and tells her more about the party–she tells her about the streamers and the balloons that Henry picked out and the special one that Roland picked out just for her that will be tied to the back of her highchair; she tells her about the sunny yellow party dress that she’ll get to wear and she tells her how even Ducky–her favorite stuffed animal and best friend who accompanies her everywhere–will have a special bow to wear for the occasion.
And then her throat tightens and her chest constricts as she tells her that she loves her, that she’s glad to have a day to celebrate her–a day to celebrate how she’s blessed their lives and undoubtedly made their world better, a day to celebrate the little girl who completed their family and on a daily basis reminds them that love is most powerful magic in all the realms.
Scenario explaning Revail's beef with Link... He was clipped by a shock arrow (fired by Link) while showing off aerial manuvers?
Mipha sighed in frustration again, both Daruk and Urbosa wearing the same tired expression as her. Revali was glaring at Link as he trained in the courtyard in front of them, occasionaly muttering under his breath.
“Why do you hate Link so much!” Mipha finally snapped after hearing yet another muttered insult toward him. Revali’s head shot up and his glare was aimed at her instead.
“Yeah. The little guy’s never done anything to you.” Daruk chimed in, although he withered slightly under Revali’s glare. There was another sigh, this time from Urbosa. She glared right back at Revali, who couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Is there even a reason as to why you hate him so much? Or do you just hate the fact that he has a more important role in this whole thing? Because Link never chose to be the Goddess’s hero.” Urbosa spat out with thinly veiled anger. All of her fellow champions were left speechless by her outburst. Revali cleared his throat awkwardley.
“Well, uh, there is actually a, um, a reason as to why…” He trailed off whilst looking at the floor. Urbosa crossed her arms and stared pointedly at him.
“Oh, do tell. I would very much like to know why you seem to despise him so much.”
“I was out practicing new aerial fighting techniques and Link was practicing with soem sort of special bow nearby. He was using shock arrows and one of them hit me! There was no way that it was an accident! Even he isn’t that bad at shooting.” He said with an air of finality. He crossed his arms and smirked triumphantly at having made his point.
“What kind of bow was it?” Revali was taken aback by Daruk’s quiet question. He paused for a moment, trying to remember.
“I think it was a lynel bow. Something he’d picked up from defending the Princess whilst on their travels somewhere. I remember Princess Zelda telling me about the battle.” He answered hesitantly, growing more confident as he spoke. Urbosa couldn’t help but bark out a laugh.
“A lynel bow fires three arrows at a time Revali! No wonder he hit you if you were flying so close. It was a complete accident.” Revali didn’t look convinced and Mipha chimed in.
“He helped you after you got shot, did he not?” After recieving a nod, she continued, “That means he didn’t mean to do it. I doubt he would have helped you if he’d shot you on purpose.”
Revali tried to think of a counter arguement but came up with none. Perhaps he’d been wrong after all?
“Well, I still don’t like him, even if that was an accident! He’s always acting like he’s better than us and-” The three other champions shared a look of defeat and stood as one, leaving Revali to himself.
*sigh* if only this was true… Hope you enjoy my deny deny denial.
Dangan Stage Play - what if dr1 was all just a play?
“Upupu… if you want to graduate so badly then you have to kill for it!”
And so the curtains arose to this story of hope versus despair.
Welcome to the VIP access of the behind the scenes of Class 78th’s reknowned performance entitled Dangan Ronpa! (*DISCLAIMER: No characters were actually harmed in the making of this stage play.)
“Oh, but you already know. Sayaka Maizono was killed by one of you!” Enoshima spoke through the microphone with all the dramatic flair she could muster.
Behind the stage was Maizono who was changing her bloodstained clothes. (*NOTE: The blood is pepto-bismol pink because Naegi had accidentally spilled some during one practice and it just kind of stuck.)
“Activating summoning spell. Save me, Spears of Gungnir!” Monokuma yelled and just like that, the form of “Enoshima” was grotesquely stabbed right before the audience. After the scene change, Ikusaba quickly joined Maizono in preparing the setup for the next scene. There’s no rest for the “dead” because there’s also a lot of work going on behind the curtains.
In case you were wondering how they decided on the play and on the roles, here’s what happened while they were brainstorming.
Before I get into the characters and where they belong in this universe I should start off with something else.
Werewolves are basically superhumans with identifiable canine features. Such as the following: -Wolf ears -Wolf tail -Fur lines along either the back, arms, legs, etc. -Dog nose -Bright glowing pupils -Claws and fangs
For hunters, hunting down a werewolf is like finding diamonds. They can be exchanged for riches and other items.
You can only be born a werewolf. There is no way to be turned into one. Some keep their form permanently, while others turn from humans to werewolves on certain circumstances like a time of day, touching or seeing someone, etc. Because of this someone can go their whole lives without realizing they’re a werewolf depending on what turns them into one. They are not friends towards humans. Werewolves can and will kill and/or eat anything, humans included. They speak like normal humans but add in canine noises such as howling, whimpering or growling. They walk on two feet and run on all fours.
The hunted is worth more than any coins. You can get more necessities like food, water, clothes, weapons, etc. Some hunters hunt for these said things, but there are also some who hunt for sport or show.
Hunters will always wear a jacket with a fur hood when out hunting. It’s the symbol of the hunters. If they are a part of a group of hunters they will have matching jackets of some kind.
Hunters are trained to be able to properly use traps, but some are talented with a range of weapons. Some are trained in all weapons, but specialize in a few.
Keith Hunter: Can use various weapons but specializes with a dagger and crossbow. He’s a prodigy hunter and moderately well known for a hunter his age. Although he doesn’t really like to hunt with others all that much. Shiro and Allura are an exception to this.
Lance Werewolf: Permanent. He doesn’t actively hunt humans and won’t kill one unless he has to. Lance stays relatively hidden most of the time. He also has trust issues due to past relations. This has absolutely no relative importance, but he loves to howl at the morning sun.
Shiro Hunter: Can use various weapons but specializes with a tomahawk. He’s also able to defend himself from a werewolf bare handed if need be. Werewolf: In the evening (5pm to 8pm). Locks himself in the shed at this time in fear of losing control and hurting Allura again. Partners with Allura.
Allura Hunter: Specializes in various guns and tomahawk. She’s the new leader of the Alteans, but she does not actively lead them. She will occasionally do group hunts with them, sometimes also bringing Shiro along on these hunts. Partners with Shiro.
Hunk Werewolf: At 11am and 11pm. Hunter: Specializes in shotgun and bow and arrow. He’s not a full time hunter. He only goes to hunt if he needs fast money or it’s an emergency.
Pidge Werewolf: At 12am and 12pm. Researcher: She’s trying to find a way to make werewolf human to cure Matt. So she doesn’t have to stay away from him in risk of him turning. There isn’t really a cure, but she won’t stop.
Matt Werewolf: When in physical contact with Pidge (It lasts a few hours after contact as well). Doesn’t remember he’s a werewolf. Merchant: He does trades with hunters and normal villagers. Researcher: He does research on werewolves. He’s not really against hunting, but he doesn’t hate werewolves either. He’s just fascinated by the creatures.
Coran Hunter: Retired but will temporarily come out of retirement if another hunter needs help. Other hunters often come to him for advice.
The Galra Werewolves: Permanent. They’re a pack of werewolves that wreak havoc especially in heavily populated areas.
Zarkon Werewolf: Permanent. He is the alpha of the Galra.
Alteans Hunters: They are a group of hunters. Their main objective is to stop the Galra pack.
Alfor Hunter: He was the previous leader of the Alteans. He was killed by Zarkon.
Shay Merchant: She trades with hunters and villagers in the village Balmera. She mostly trades with villagers, but will trade with hunters.
Nyma Werewolf: At night time (8pm to 5am). Hunter: She specializes in a curved dagger and pistol. She’s very good at coming up with traps. Partners with Rolo. She uses her being a werewolf to get close to werewolves so she can use them for trade.
Rolo Werewolf: At night time (8pm to 5am). Hunter: He specializes in a double-sided axe and throwing knives. Partners with Nyma. He assists Nyma with catching the werewolves she gains the trust off with sneak attacks.
Keith and Lance Keith was in a group hunt with the Alteans (including Allura and Shiro) that he had reluctantly agreed to. The hunt went horribly wrong as they were ambushed by werewolves. A lot of Alteans died and Keith made a run for it. He hopped Shiro and Allura were fine. Keith stopped after running so far and hides below the tall grass of the area. He soon heard movement and a werewolf appeared, Lance. Lance just stares at him curiously and Keith rushes into the woods. Lance follows. Keith ends up tripping on a root and grabs his crossbow. Lance stops in front of Keith and just continues to stare. Keith is shaking and accidentally pulls the trigger shooting Lance in the chest. Keith panics and brings him to his cabin and tends to his wound. The morning after this is practically a disaster of furniture everywhere and howling. Keith reluctantly decides to keep Lance in his cabin and that’s where the story begins.
Shiro and Allura Shiro and Allura are hunting partners. With Shiro turning into a werewolf in the evening, Shiro locks himself up in the shed at their cabin due to a past accident. Allura has scars on the left side of her face and collarbone from Shiro losing control once. Shiro is afraid it’s going to happen again. Allura always tries to get him to come out but it never works in her favor.
Lance and Nyma Lance met Nyma while she was in her human form. Lance was a little cautious of her at first then he started to hang out with her. When he saw her transform for the first time he was fully reassured about her. They got closer and Lance thought he was starting to like her more than just a friend. Then one day Nyma took Lance out to a clearing. She had started to lean in and Lance did too. That’s when he saw her smirk though and he felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder. He slowly looked behind him and saw a throwing knife in his shoulder. He looked back at Nyma to see her laughing. She called him gullible and shouted out a name Lance didn’t recognize. He turned back around to see another man, Rolo, come out of the trees. Nyma explained that she was just getting close to him so she could kill and trade him later. Tears had formed in his eyes and he ran dodging another knife from Rolo. He had escaped, but not without physical and mental scars. Lance swore to never trust another human again, even if they were werewolf.
Hunk and Shay Hunk met Shay when he was trading something that he had hunted. He always went to her when he wanted to trade something after that. He grew a crush on her and started to hang out with her outside of trades. They later start dating.
Lance, Hunk and Pidge They’re all friends but they haven’t stayed in touch with Lance the past few years, not since the Nyma incident. Hunk and Pidge are still currently in touch though.
Keith, Shiro and Allura Keith met Shiro when he was young. They became close friends and they’re like brothers to each other. Keith and Shiro have always been together since. Keith doesn’t know about Shiro being a werewolf though. Shiro later meets Allura sometime after Alfor died. Keith met Allura through Shiro. They are all a close group of friends. A few months after Allura joined the group Shiro and she got together. Not too long the incident where Shiro lost control happened. That’s how Allura found out he was a werewolf, but they never told Keith. Keith always thought the scars were from a hunting mishap.
Hope you like this one too! Don’t worry this will be a story too. Eventually…
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