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*Opens a very beautiful, electrified box*

We talkin' canon?

This man entered Erik's life first in a DREAM! A dream that came to him on his birthday.

He didn't think too TOO much of it because he's had dreams where he wasn't quite himself before, so this didn't feel too crazy.

But eventually, having seen this man in his dream, when he gains access to Level 5 spells, he uses this mental image to Scry on Goro for the first time. From that point forward, Erik sets aside a bit of his better judgement and continues to Scry on Goro pretty regularly--

THOUGH eventually, it comes to some good and the Scry leads to the party picking Goro up from a situation that would have proven to be life threatening!

From that point forward, Erik and Goro slowly get to know one another better as Goro remains attached to the party.

One BIG note being that he has been cursed with magic that wipes his memory after every business week (every 5 days). Having woken up suddenly in the middle of nowhere naught but seven years ago with no recollection of who or where he was, Erik empathized deeply with Goro and since has been dedicated to finding a way to fix this ailment, and even moreso when he finds out their circumstances may be linked.

Then commences a very bumpy rollercoaster that is Erik trying to keep up with the storm of a person that Goro is~

Now, let's talk DYNAMICS. Both in Canon and in AU.

You're probably thinking Erik? Himbo! Goro? HIMBO! Himbo on himbo action. Sort of?

But Goro is not as airheaded as he might seem, it's just that he's just sort of overwhelmed all the time, having to learn a lot of things from basically 0 so often. He's actually quite attentive and quite insightful, just really impulsive and reckless!

Erik, on the other hand, not the sharpest, but he's got a lot to offer in terms of intuition and being scrappy! His instincts are pretty en pointe but he's going to say some stupid sounding stuff.

Think of them more like this:

A man (Erik) who has lived his whole life with no direction or personal ambition and another person (Goro) who gives him the motivation to be more curious about his (Erik's) past, present and future.

There are times when Erik, who has always felt lost in his own shoes, feels like he can be helpful and teach someone who is genuinely interested in learning from him and that is really fulfilling to Erik. Someone he can dote on a little bit and welcomes it and that's really satisfying.

When Goro smiles and looks like he's having fun and comfortable, Erik's heart and stomach melts and he feels at ease. Erik obviously cares very dearly for his team mates at the moment, they've really helped him with a lot of his stuff, but there's something about Goro that hits different, you know?

In Modern AU, it's a bit different because I picture their relationship a bit different since there's no magic curse that wipes Goro's memory every 5 days. I've employed the estranged childhood friend returns trope on their relationship.

Erik is an older university student that lives just off campus in a two room apartment that he used to share with a classmate before he moved in with his older sister. Needing a roommate to keep afloat on rent, Erik puts out for applications and impulsively accepts the first one he saw that suited his needs and suddenly his new roommate is moving in?

Erik, a bit confused and overwhelmed by the unknowns of his decision, opens the door to his apartment to find a handsome person who claims to be his new roommate. I wrote about this to friends before:

Erik helping Jude move his stuff out and get over to Wyn's apartment since they agree to live together for a portion of the school year while Wyn readjusts to being back in school (I kind of headcanon that she took some time off but comes back when things get back on track with her). The conversation is really chill, like, J: "Hey man, I'm sorry I asked to move out so suddenly, I know things are really busy on your side--" E: "It's all good, Jude! Don't worry about me one bit. If it makes you feel any better, someone's already applied! I think I'm going to just let them move in--" J: "You should-- really interview people you're thinking about living with--" E: "It'll be just fine! I'm trusting my gut on this one, and my gut says it's a good applicant!" J: ….

Fast forward to Goro driving all his stuff over to the dorm / apartment really early in the morning, waiting at the front of the building after Erik tells him that he'd be down to help him move his stuff in bright and early. No sign of the Erik.

Goro was given a key to the building and apartment preemptively and fiddles with his keys at the unit door, pushes the door open and it opens about halfway before it hits something. Cue Erik dead asleep, sitting on the floor after having just taken his shoes off the night prior, after what was probably a full day of both classes and errands around the entire campus.

Goro: 😐😬😰"Hey… Man, are you alright?" Pulls at his shoulder and tries to gently shake him awake.

Erik, stirs pretty quickly and kind of wakes abruptly; he gets up half squinting and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes; "O-Oh crap, I'm so sorry-- You're the new guy, right? I'm so sorry- I said I'd help you move in--" Finally opens his eyes and their stupidly saturated, complementary coloured eyes meet. Goro and Erik in unison, like -- "Have we met before?"

My brain is so filled with them--- So so sorry to anyone who has to see this HAHAHA~

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All of my main original characters' eyes!

Some of them original RP characters, some D&D kids~ And the reel I edited for my insta~ I anyone wants to make any assumptions about them, I'll be more than happy to hear haha~

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A little Human!Supercell~ <3 Just to sate my hunger for soft feels.

I love them patiently and intently and non-canonically.

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The Memory

Some prose I wrote describing a memory Erik is prompted to recall when he communes with the Stormlord in the Vasselheim catacombs. Session 66 of the Golden Raven Crew Chronicles~ Word Count: 1500+

They had said the storm was due a few hours ago.

Erik rose early, exhilarated by the scent of rain and dampening soil that filled the air, and it made him quick to go about his daily tasks. He kept up his usual façade. No one was meant to think that today was different than any other day.

As it seemed to be, regardless of any prior agreement, Erik was always prepared to have to wake Goro up; even on days he claimed he anticipated. He was prone to falling asleep whenever and wherever he’d lay his head. It happened too often, in Erik’s opinion.

It’d begun raining hours before noon and the ground was damp and muddy. Erik kept his footsteps light and kept under tree cover; he’d walked louder through storms before, but he had promised Goro they’d keep their meetings discreet.

Erik approached the little hut Goro called home. He kept his distance; approaching no further than the evergreen that obscured the house from any view of the road.

The roar of thunder cut through the air. The pitter patter of rain grew louder and heavier; the drops began to feel almost solid on his back, but he had grown accustomed to this feeling ages ago.

Erik’s eyes scanned along the ground before spotting a perfectly smooth pebble that he promptly picked up. He craned his neck to peer over to the window that he remembered to be Goro’s. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Shutters were closed, as expected.

Erik warmed the pebble up, rubbing it between his palms. He wound his arm back before whipping the tiny stone right at the closed shutters of Goro’s room. He began counting the passing seconds under his breath.

...6...7...8...9–

A creak caught Erik’s ear as a familiar figure emerged from behind slowly opening shutters.

“You’re doing this in reverse,” Goro’s voice traveled through the air to Erik, just loud enough to be heard over the looming storm. “Rapunzel is usually the one in the tower.”

“Well, when the day comes that you wake up on time, you can do that.” Erik retorted incredulously, throwing the length of his braided hair over his shoulder. He gestured impatiently at Goro to come down, “Coast is clear.”

Erik watched as Goro stepped over his window pane and made his way down the side of the house; remembering to leave the shutters to his room slightly ajar so as to facilitate getting back in later.

Goro landed gracefully by Erik’s side, quiet and practiced. Even as they stood there in the wavering dimness of the storm clouds above them, Erik could see Goro’s eyes light up, his expression bright and excited. His enthusiasm was contagious and Erik could feel a growing warmth fill his chest.

“Come on now,” Erik called to Goro, nudging him playfully in the side before turning to leave, “Let’s not waste any time.”

Erik and Goro ran side by side, as they made their way to their designated clearing in the woods. There, they’d take the length of the storm, and then some, on other occasions, to give Goro space to test out his magic; practice under cover of the booming tempest, in some relative safety.

Erik knew very little about the nature of Goro’s magic, since he had received his power through the blessing of Kord. Still, he was very determined to somehow help Goro figure out how to harness his own abilities.

Goro’s magic always felt a little foreign to Erik, yet, something about it struck familiar enough that the bits of the guidance he shared somehow gave way to favorable results. Focus was difficult to maintain with how little time they were afforded to practice, and when it came to magic, precision and care wasn’t something that could be learned in a handful of hours. Still, something about Goro evoked patience within Erik that he didn’t know he had.

It was fulfilling.

Erik observed quietly as Goro repeated the incantation with a furrowed brow and a strained tone; the sixth attempt at the same spell and not one successful execution yet.

Goro was trying to do something he referred to as ‘Thunder Step’. It was meant to have some sort of quick travel effect, or so he tried to explain. At this point, it was quite beyond any of Erik’s own capabilities, but he wanted to provide support. Anyways, anything to do with thunder and lightning was right up his alley, so he liked to watch.

Erik held his breath as a deep rumble began to emanate from where Goro stood; something that hadn’t happened in previous attempts. The visual of Goro’s silhouette stuttered erratically; Erik held onto the hope that something had taken hold.

But as quickly as the magic grew did it putter out. And Goro was left standing there, unchanged and slumped over; his face drenched in rainwater, his expression deflated in frustration and resignation. Erik took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Hey, man, don’t lose focus,” Erik said as he clapped a hand over Goro’s shoulder before nudging him in the small of his back, “Stand up straight. There’s still time.”

Erik leaned on Goro’s shoulder as he raised an arm up, gesturing to a tree across the clearing. The tree was just as enormous as the others in the forest, but across the thick of its trunk, a deep, but precise, old burn scarred the surface of its bark. An old victim of a successful Lightning Bolt casting from a time before.

“Right in front of that tree. That’s what you’re aiming for, alright?” Erik instructed; he tried to keep his voice firm and assertive, but he couldn’t help but feel it waver. “That empty patch of soil? Focus on it. You can-- You will do it.”

Erik could feel Goro’s shoulders quiver under his touch. From nervousness or from excitement; he couldn’t tell.

“Do you want me to help clear your mind?” Erik asked, gesturing the somatics to Calm Emotions; a spell Erik had maybe used once or twice during their sessions to help settle both of their nerves for a moment or two.

Goro shook his head in response, though never taking his eyes off the scarred tree that sat thirty feet or so away from where he stood. Erik could feel the familiar deep rumble begin again; a sound so deep he felt the ground vibrate beneath his feet. He nodded in understanding, squeezing Goro’s shoulder in reassurance before backing away.

Erik watched with bated breath. Words of prayer to Kord ran through Erik’s mind as the rainfall intensified; thunder roared through the forest as lightning tore through the sky, haloing Goro’s silhouette for a split second. Erik squinted through the dimming light of the rolling storm clouds above them; just barely making out the look on Goro’s face as he lifted his head, his posture tense and filled with intent.

Erik could see Goro as he steeled himself, shifting his stance and digging his heels into the soil. The sonorous rolling swole, only just distinguishable from that of the squall, as the faintest hints of lightning crackled and cut the air about Goro’s figure.

Suddenly, a sharp ringing stung Erik’s ears. Loud and violent; it was like thunder, but as if played in reverse and amplified tenfold.

It happened so fast, Erik almost didn’t catch it as Goro’s form blurred out of existence, leaving behind a shallow crater in his wake; the soil kicked up in a near perfect circle within ten feet of where he previously stood.

Erik’s eyes darted about wildly as he looked for the shape of his companion anywhere along the span of the clearing, before finally landing on the spot right in front of the scarred tree that he had pointed to before. He ran up to Goro in a bit of a scramble, but was relieved to see him mostly, if not completely, unscathed.

“Goro?” Erik called to him gently.

Goro stood, turned away from Erik, in silent stillness for a moment. He glanced over as Goro’s shoulders raised, the sound of his voice reaching Erik’s ears, but his words were indistinguishable.

“Sorry?”

“I did it!” Goro yelled, abruptly whipping around. Erik’s heart lifted at the dumb goofy smile sprawled across Goro’s face. “Thank you!”

“Thank me?” Erik barely had a moment to brace himself before Goro jumped into the air, launching himself and perching square on Erik’s back. Erik readily wrapped his arms around Goro’s legs, shifting to balance their weight. “That was all you.”

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you than--” Goro repeated jovially as he wrapped an arm firmly around Erik’s shoulder and used his other arm to pump the air in celebration; very clearly oblivious to what Erik was saying under the sound of his own voice. A grin spread across Erik’s face as he mouthed a ‘thank you’ up into the sky.

“Okay, Thunderstep, we’ve got a bit more time to practice. Let’s go.”

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Erik Korsson Level 7 vs. Level 10 Armor Comparison.

Erik doesn’t wear metal if he can afford not to because of how often he’s affected by lightning. So he maintains leathers. Between levels, he paid to get his goggles repaired and found out they granted him darkvision. 

I like to think he got a chance to repair his leathers, but didn’t get a chance to replace his doublet or trousers, but that’s life. 

Campaign’s ongoing! We’re back from a super long hiatus, but we’re back! 

If anyone still sees these posts, want me to keep y’all posted on how things are and how they’re going? 

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Made a Ben design for Fire Emblem Three Houses~ Because I can’t function without putting Ben in everything, apparently.

He’s of the Golden Deer house and has his strengths in both Axe and Brawl. He isn’t too bad at Faith Magic or Reason Magic either, but because of his size, he’s always been assumed to take the brute role. 

He has weaknesses in Riding, Flying and Authority. Ben is incredibly cautious when it comes to other living things and is super uncomfortable when on a mount or honestly, whenever his feet aren’t touching the ground. It’s kind of a subtle phobia of his. He has a weakness in Authority because he isn’t particularly charming or charismatic; especially in his younger years. 

He is secretly a big fan of flowers and gardening. It isn’t something he says outright at any given time during his years as a student, but his ward will often let it slip in an effort to get other students to see him under a better light. He’s a fan of fruitier or more floral teas and he never takes it with milk. He’s not a huge fan of discussing battle or allies and is more interested in subjects to do with the vast and expansive resources of the monastery and other things of like nature. He prefers to put a strong and discernible distinction between his experience on the battlefield and domestic life in Garreg Mach. 

His closest companion, at least at the start of the game, is his supposed ward, Talia. A young lady, of whom is about the same age as himself, who has been something of a sister or chlidhood friend of his for many years since their youth. Taken in by her father, a relatively well-off merchant living and working under the Leicester Alliance, he was brought up training to potentially protect Talia, as she was the merchant’s only daughter and with a minor crest, to boot. 

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Made a new DnD character! 

His name is Erik Korsson, and he’s a Firbolg Cleric of the Tempest Domain. An avid and enthusiastic follower of Kord and an absolute idiot. 

If anyone’s out there, and wants to know more, feel free to drop me an ask!