#rpg fic

[swingswong-youarewrong]

original story on ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20973101?view_full_work=true

they’re such crackheads oh my g od

and uhm,, i,,,,, made a server for it also beause i was bored,, https://discord.gg/kAvk8tn

it looks like c hild colored the background im-

[fantasy-zelda-blog]

My friend's fic

If you like dragons and RPG's worlds, please read it. You will not regret it.

https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3048939/1/Dragon-Tale

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WHOEVER SAID I HAVE SELF CONTROL???

rpg: protective hush

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There are noises coming from the abandoned classroom, and if that isn't the start of a horror movie then you don't know what is. You're an aficionado in the subject of things that go bump in the night, and in this case, the specification of just about sunset is easily overlooked. It was past seven, anyway, and there shouldn't have been any noise at all- the students were being herded back into the dorms, and if you hadn't come up with the brilliant idea of signing up as hall monitor, you wouldn't even have this chance.

It's easy to creep in, taking advantage of the well-oiled hinges of the door and the soft soled-silence of your shoes. The fading sunlight is a great addition as well, you know dramatic lighting brings a good air to any story.

Although the best part may have been the fact that the boy bleeding against the chalk board was porcelain skinned and golden blonde and with eyes as blue as the sky. The sight of blood stained fangs against his neck completes the picture, and you are rendered speechless and immobile.

And while you'd moved in silence, they had not- it is only now, with you as their audience, that the boy -the vampire, you think- pauses from his suckling and catches his breath and fixes you with an accusing, violet stare, while the other boy -the angel, you are sure- falls into an almost protective hush, a pale hand coming to rest on his companion's head. His eyes gleam- turn from blue to brown, and the smile that stretches his lips is sick with sweetness.

The last thing you remember thinking is this: oh it was a trap

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unrested body (Cohen, Al) - lara

Cohen is a stupid adult and does not understand why Al is sick.

IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU AND YOU NEVER SHOW HIM THAT YOU DO, YOU MEANIE.

Cohen is an all-business oriented person, who has taken it upon himself to provide for Al, in every conceivable way except emotionally. Because he's also an emotionally stunted derp. Al thinks this means Cohen sees him as a burden. WHICH IS NOT TRUE!! Cohen would argue if, you know, he could actually step away from his extremely narrow minded ways and start to consider why the kid is practically his willing slave.

Genevrio is just really disappointed in Cohen's emotional stupidity. He also thinks it's a pity for Al to be treated like that. 

Spoiler: The relationship of these three only makes its appearance in the second half of Master Shuffler, and Al is a little more drugged and a little less coherent when Cohen finally realizes that he's been emotionally bullying Al for years.

Major spoiler: They never rectify this. Al dies.

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misappropriated energy (Cohen, Al, Genevrio) - dez

Al, aged 8 years old, falls sick, and Genevrio, his temporary guardian, calls Cohen, his legal guardian (and "unrequited" love interest).

Stupid Cohen!! STUPIDSTUPID!! >O<

Also, this was written because Cami loves crying little boys.

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cranking out the random phrase generator

Claim a phrase and give a pair! Let me work my wicked writing witch craft!

help me write something that is not related to my thesis

unrested body

misappropriated energy

sanest lunchtime

unaccepted objection

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[rpg fic: learned strength]

"Ashfydel Eckhart, you are hereby appointed as the sixth Knight of the Holy Kingdom!"

In retrospect, the King's grand proclamation hadn't sounded as impressive as the words of a solemn faced, seven-year-old girl.

"You and I, we're friends now."

People would have questioned Ash's motivations in life if they knew she preferred the second statement, and thought it was more valuable than the first.

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"Who are you fighting for? Your decrepit Kingdom?"

The rebel's Black Knight asks, his voice clear and demanding concrete reason even as he hacked away at her armor, merciless strike after merciless strike.

Ash blocks each attack just as relentlessly, managing to use the Black Knight's force against him, dodging his next strike and kicking his side to spear his torso to the ground. To his credit, he merely gives a pained grunt, hands grabbing at the sword pinning him down.

"... I don't fight for the Kingdom."

The Black Knight pauses, staring up at her. Their faces are hidden by their helmets, but she knows by his halted movements that she's caught his attention. For some reason, Ash begins to elaborate- but she maintains enough sense to keep her hold on her sword tight.

"I fight to protect someone very precious to me. She happens to live in the Kingdom, and as you're constantly threatening it, I have no choice but to fight you to the best of my abilities," Ash pauses, shifting her sword. The Black Knight didn't seem to be preparing for any attacks, and she... had not really planned on killing him.

"... I don't care about the Kingdom," she admits, and the Black Knight lies still as Ash pulls her sword out from his torso. It was painful, yes, but this Knight was telling him something- something that he had not expected to hear from any Knight who carried the Kingdom's signia.

"I only care about my friend."

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[rpg fic: first instinct]

When the dust cleared and the sounds of gunfire stopped, Ash's first instinct was to duck out from her hiding place and look for Cathy.

They'd been separated during the raid- Ash had been called for emergency duty and as one of the only two Knights at the sea front, it was unavoidable that she'd have to confront the enemy head on. They weren't terrorists, for which she was thankful, but they were armed and there were many civilians.

Emery had already called for conflict-control and was herding the civilians out as calmly as he could. She ran up to him, trying to quell her uneasy stomach. "Emery, have you seen Cathy?"

The older Knight glances at Ash, setting a comforting hand on her shoulder. It felt clammy and trembled slightly, but his voice was steady when he answered her.

"I saw her huddling with Holsway earlier, near the shaved-ice stands. They should still be there, I only checked with them five minutes ago."

Thanking Emery hurriedly, Ash made her way through the frightened but not physically injured crowd, heading for the shaved-ice stands she and Cathy had just been about to go into, before the attack began.

"Cathy? Holsway?" She called out, moving an upturned table and a large umbrella away from the entrance. There seemed to be no one, and Ash was about to start panicking properly- until a large black Labrador emerged from the shadows, growling softly.  

It was Holsway, and just behind him, tentatively stepping out from behind a knocked over table, was Cathy.

"Ash," was all Cathy could say before her friend rushed to her and enveloped her in a tight embrace. Holsway barked, and got up to stand on his hindlegs, paws on Cathy's side, as if meaning to push them together.

"I'm so glad you're alright, I'm sorry this happened, it's supposed to be a vacation and I promised I wouldn't fight but I'm so glad you're alright, Cathy, you're not hurt anywhere are you, because if you are, Emery's called for back up, they should be here soon--"

Calmed by the sight of her friend being well enough to speak in period-less sentences, Cathy returned the fierce embrace briefly before putting her hands on Ash's shoulders and shaking her a little, to stop her babbling.

"I'm fine, Ash," Cathy asserts, and squeezes her friend's shoulders. "I'm fine, Holsway led me here, and now we're going to go to Emery to see if we can help with anything else. Do you know if anyone's been injured?"

A little dazed, Ash shakes her head, stepping away from Cathy but grabbing hold of her hand. She glances at Holsway, and reaches down to pet the Labrador's head.

"Emery didn't say, so I don't think anyone's been injured too badly. Let's go to him, then, Holsway?"

Holsway barks his approval, and with a tight hold on each other's hand, Ash and Cathy make their way out of the shaved-ice stand, heading for Emery's makeshift command center.