I’m currently working on this 10 page comic as a sort of tribute to Dark Souls as a whole and… Well, I’m not sure if I’ll actually manage to finish it, but maybe posting the first two pages will help to motivate me. xD
Also, I promise there will be other characters besides Patches. It ‘s just, because I am who I am, there’s still way more Patches than anyone ever asked for.
So for VictuuriWeek day 7, I’d like to talk about the rings and all the various promises they hold. This post is written as a complimentary piece to @lazuliblade‘s amazing meta here (2 metas for 2 rings) so please make sure to read that one as well! In this analysis, we’ll be looking at the various tie-ins the series has to the various layers of meaning represented by the rings.
I’ll be going in the order of how they’re mentioned in Laz’s post so please enjoy!
So I don’t know if I used the right term but here they are!
Umayri - My Prince (That’s what Google Translate told me!!)
Amira - Princess
When you wake up the next day you feel more refreshed than
you have in a long time. Damian is curled around you, fast asleep, and you
wonder why you woke up. When the door clicks shut you have your answer. Quickly
wriggling out of Damian’s hold you quickly head out to the living room.
“Uncle Lex?” You whisper
“In here, Y/N” He takes a sip of his coffee, “So you two
“Yeah, we did. I love him, Uncle Lex. I love him so much
that it hurts. I don’t know how I would ever survive without him”
Lex sighs, “He and I are going to have a talk on how to
treat you, darling. I expect him to ask permission to take you out on a date,
and be aware that when you do go out, I will be watching you, and if he hurts
you, I will hurt him”
There’s a hoarse chuckle from the door, “I thought that we
were over that, dad. I don’t really like to get shot, so I would appreciate it
if you kept the injuries to a minimum.”
As Kon walks by he drops a kiss onto the top on your head,
and you gently squeeze his arm. It’s practically a morning ritual, a show of
affection and love between the two cousins. “Sit down, Kon. I’ll get your
coffee, you shouldn’t even be up, you know.”
Conner flops into a chair and Lex fusses, making sure he didn’t
pull any stitches. While Lex is a supervillain, and the cause of a lot of
problems, he is also one of the most caring people you know. “Try not to strain
yourself, son. I don’t want to have to take you back into surgery”
“Come on, dad! You know I can’t miss out on your famous
coffee! It’s like the best stuff in the whole country!”
Lex chuckles, “I know, son. I would have brought you a cup”
Kon wrinkles his nose, “No way! You drink yours black! And you
never add enough sugar to mine!”
Uncle Lex rolls his eyes, “You’re lucky you aren’t human, or
you would have diabetes by now!”
Conner grins, raising his cup in a mock toast, “To my non-human
An hour later Damian and Clark stumble into the kitchen and
get coffee. You walk over and press a kiss to Damian’s cheek, “Morning, Umayri”
“Good morning, Amira”
Uncle Clark groans, “Now they have cute nicknames for each
“Leave them alone, Kal. You’re the one who argued with Bruce
just to get them back together. I don’t think I’ve even seen Batman nervous
After breakfast, Damian approaches Lex when Y/N, Kon and Kal
went out for a fly. “Mr. Luthor, I would like to have a word with you”
“Of course, Mr. Wayne. What can I do for you?”
Damian clears his throat, “I would like your permission to
ask Y/N on a date”
Lex leans forward, “And why are you asking me instead of
“I already have the approval of both Clark and Connor Kent.
The only one I do not have it from is you, Mr. Luthor”
“I would like you to call me Lex, Damian”
Damian nods, “Of course … Lex.”
“I will give you permission to date my niece, on one
“I want you to treat her like she is a princess. I want you
to worship her, to love her in every way she deserves. I want you to make her
happy. Do you think you can do that, Damian?”
Damian grinned, “I would have her no other way, Lex. All I
want is for Y/N to be happy”
“One more thing, Damian … I want to walk Y/N down the aisle
at your wedding”
Damian chuckled, “That is not my decision to make, however I
will put in a good word for you”
Lex chuckles, “Yes, do that. We both know that Y/N will not
be told what to do, so the decision is hers to make”
When you get back to Uncle Lex’s penthouse you can hear
Damian laughing. “No! That can’t be THE Superman!”
Lex’s laugh joined Damian, “Oh yes it is! And he didn’t even
know how to tie the tie, I had to do it for him!”
“I still can’t believe you hit him with your car!”
Uncle Clarks’ eyes widened in horror, “Oh no” he takes off,
sprinting down the stairs, “Alexander Luthor! You put that book away right now!”
You and Conner glance at each other before you take off
after Clark, “Don’t you do it Uncle Lex! I want to see the pictures too!”
“NO!!!” Clark shouts, “How did you even get those
“Martha gave them to me of course.”
“Aw, no, Ma!”
Lex chuckles again, “You were such a cute kid, Clark, I don’t
know how you turned into what you are now”
You roll your eyes at you uncles antics. Those two fight
like they really are siblings instead of enemies.
“Y/N? Will you come with me for a moment?”
You glance up from your book, “Sure, Dami” You float behind
him, holding onto Damian’s shoulders, letting him pull you along like he always
does, “What’s up?”
“I had a conversation with Lex today, Beloved.”
You cock your head, “You did?”
“Yes, and he gave me his permission to do this”
Damian pulls out a ring, and goes down on one knee, “Dami …?”
“I know we are young, and that we aren’t ready to get
married yet, but I love you. I love you more than I ever thought I could love a
single person, and I want you to be mine. Will you promise to marry me one day,
when we are ready? Will you promise that you will always be mine?”
Tears streak down your face and you nod your head
frantically, “Yes, yes, Dami! Of course I will! I love you so much! Yes!”
Damian slides the black opal ring onto your finger, and
stands up. You fling your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I
love you, Beloved”
“And I love you, Dami. I’ll love you forever”
He leans his forehead against yours, just breathing you in,
relishing this moment. He runs his thumb over the ring now on your finger. They
two of you stand there for who knows how long before you decide to go inside.
“You get to tell Jason”
Damian groans, tugging you into one more kiss, “Of course,
“He’ll probably try to beat you up”
Damian kisses your nose and you run your fingers gently through
his hair, “I would deserve it for hurting you, my love”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let him hurt you. I won’t let anyone
hurt you anymore”
“I will fight for you every day, Beloved. I will show you my
love for you every day to make up for any pain that I have caused you”
“And I will forgive you every day, and every time you hurt
me again. I love you”
“I love you too, Amira”
That’s what I was picturing when I wrote about the Promise Ring!!
This was supposed to be a short little ficlet but it turned into an almost 6k mess, so I hope you enjoy it, Charlie! (also on ao3!)
Derek had never celebrated an anniversary before. At least, not an anniversary for a romantic relationship.
In the past, he had never had the opportunity nor the necessity to. But now that he was dating Stiles, and had been for exactly a year now, he finally did.
Precisely a decade ago, way back in high school, he had only ever dated one person seriously and that had been Paige. Despite the fact that they had been together for several months, they had never celebrated an anniversary.
They had been too busy making out behind the bleachers and passing love notes and secretive looks in class, too preoccupied with being stupid teenagers to worry about anniversaries. Not when they could be focused on thinking about the next time they could slip away to some vacant broom closet or the backseat of a friend’s car.
And then Derek had made one of the worst, most disastrous decisions of his life, getting the idea in his head that things would be so much better if his girlfriend was a werewolf like him. Poor Paige had ended up dead, buried in the middle of the woods away from her family and friends in an unmarked grave by the Nemeton.
The only anniversary present she ever got from him was a funeral bouquet.
He had no anniversary to speak of with Kate. They had never even really been dating in the first place. It had taken him a long time, years, as a matter of fact, to finally realize that.
She had just been using. A much older woman seducing a vulnerable, naive teenager, manipulating him with sex for her own gains.
Unfortunately, it was only after the fire and years of intensive therapy that he realized she was nothing more than a monster.
It was almost the exact same situation with Jennifer, or rather Julia or whatever the hell her real name was. All she had done was use him for her own nefarious purposes, using a bit of dark magic to help her turn him into a pawn.
Luckily, he had come to terms with the fact that she too was nothing more than some kind of heartless monster. He wasn’t sure if it hurt more or less that time.
But it was different with Stiles. They were dating. Really dating. And it was wonderful. He didn’t think he had ever been happier.
After the frankly terrifying ordeal with the Nogitsune, the whole debacle nearly costing Stiles his life, Derek had finally mustered up enough courage and gall to act on his feelings for the beautiful, brave, infuriating boy. Steeling his nerves with a deep breath, Derek had thrown caution to the wind and strode right up to Stiles, carefully grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and kissing the daylights out of him.
Looking back, Derek had to admit that his timing had been absolutely terrible considering the fact that they had been in the middle of a crowded hospital room, right in front of the Sheriff and the rest of the pack. Admittedly, he hadn’t thought much about that, too busy making sure that Stiles knew how much he cared about him.
And if that meant that they shared their first kiss in front of all of their loved ones then so be it. He certainly didn’t regret it. Especially since shortly thereafter they had begun officially dating.
With turnabout being fair play, a few days after their first kiss, Stiles had strolled up to him in the middle of an important pack meeting to grab him by the lapels and tug him into a deep kiss. The chorus of raucous wolf whistles and fake gagging from the pack that greeted their kiss did absolutely nothing to detract from how meaningful and amazing it was.
Pulling back from the kiss, his big brown eyes still closed as he licked his lips, Stiles whispered a soft request, inquiring if Derek would like to go out to dinner with him sometime, maybe that upcoming Saturday. Derek had eagerly, suggesting one of the local Mom and Pop diners that he knew Stiles loved, drinking in the smile on Stiles’ gorgeous face with a beaming grin of his own when he said yes.
And now, exactly a year into their relationship, Derek was busy making preparations for what was both his and Stiles’ first anniversary and the first anniversary he had ever gotten to celebrate.