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[princeshams]

"Your Majesty, would what you have done if Shahnaz didn't betray you? What if you survived from the explosion in the royal family's masuoleum?"

(alrighty so I don't like to answer stuff in-character, but I'll gladly make an exception for you ^-^)

Shams was busy training outside of the Elysium cottage when Acambe approached him with the inquiries. Feeling somewhat irritated that his training got interrupted, Shams turned to glare at the national merchant, beholding him with sultry golden gaze. The mention of her name irritated the Prince. He had yet to forgive her, after all. Still, Acambe's question intrigued him. Shams mulled over the merchant's words for a moment.

"Mm... Were you not there when I gave my speech after my victory over Kianshir's army? If Shahnaz hadn't stabbed me in the back, I would've followed through with my promise to our people. I meant every word I said that day: freeing everyone from their shackles, leading my kingdom to a better future... Oh, and I would've punished Shahnaz to the fullest extent of the law, for her assassination attempt." Whether said punishment involved execution or imprisonment, Shams wouldn't say. He didn't want to dwell on it too much.

He closed his eyes for a moment, pausing as the memories from that day came flooding back. His speech, Clara's challenge to him, the words she spoke to him that have stuck with him since. And the night of his passing...

The Prince sighed.

"Moreover, I would've driven out what remained of the Papal scum from our home." It was true. He, with his Sunfire Corps, would've destroyed the Papal States in a vengeful crusade. He would've avenged the fallen. Brought closure to their families. After all this time in Elysium, Shams had yet to forgive the ones responsible for his beloved home going to shit. And his fallen brethren still haunted his dreams...

Shams slowly shook his head. "Well, it doesn't matter now. Besides, a new Sun watches over them. They'll be fine."

He turned his back to Acambe, knocking down all the training dummies with a broad stroke of his fiery greatsword. "Hatred begets more hatred. It's a vicious cycle that's hard to break. I couldn't do it. But I know the new Sun can."

[fctedivided]

Guthrie's Ascended Forms

All the three Guthrie siblings have the ability to transform, a feat that is quite rare among their kind. Unlike most witches and sorcerers had transformations by mutation or forced metamorphosis, Magnolia, Zinnia and Azalea mostly have control over their form (though the latter's varies depending her current state).

Absolute Monarch of Everlasting Frost (Magnolia)

Threat Level: S

Aggressiveness: Mid-High

Elemental resistance: Ice, Wind

Elemental Weakness: Fire

An immense powerful transformed witch encased with ice and frost. She is literally the one with the absolute zero, freezing everything within at her own will. Between her and her siblings, Magnolia's form is the most powerful of the three, and it shows with her pure devotion to protect her own kind.

Wandering Siren of Surging Lightning (Zinnia)

Threat Level: A

Aggressiveness: Very high

Elemental resistance: Lightning, Water

Elemental Weakness: Earth

A mysterious-looking and transformed witch that resembles a certain legend from the seas. Lightning is constantly generating around her body, and can discharge devastating electricity towards her targets. Her sadistic nature is still present as her unsettling laugh could be heard in echoes.

Lingering Embodiment of Endless Void (Azalea)

Threat Level: Unknown, varies

Aggressiveness: Unknown, varies

Elemental resistance: Darkness

Elemental Weakness: Light

A transformed witch fully shrouded in darkness. Her original shape keeps shifting and constantly changes almost in an uncontrollable state. Everything weaker than her will most likely be engulfed, becoming part of her being, thus becoming stronger. While she should be the weakest of the three, her often lack of control and not fully controlling her true darkness powers, makes her unpredictable, and that's the true danger about her.

[frozcnhearts]

It was not that much of a surprise to find just how resilient the Descender happened to be, and as a man of patience, he was quite content in watching the small subtle changes that would occur over time, as they came to realise that they truly had no one else to turn to. Since he wanted them alive, the process was a slow and gradual one - certain elixirs injected into pale skin with each passing day, soft words spoken to break up the empty moments that lingered between them. It was only a matter of time, and time was something that he now had even more of. How delightful it was, to simply be able to slow down the passage of time, to make the days and nights all so much longer for the Descender, even as those outside rushed to try and find a way to get to them. Such a shame they'd find their efforts to have been in vain. With a soft hum, the Doctor took a seat across from Aether, lazily pushing a plate of food across the table, "I apologise for being late, I had to attend to a few thing", he paused, tilting his head, "Aether? Do you hear me?".

Here he was. Sitting somewhere comfortable, his life taken a path he had never believed possible. How many days and nights had passed? Even if he would have counted, Aether was sure, no, he was sure that he would still be wrong. He had grown weary. Perhaps one of the reasons why he found it hard to swallow down whatever food he was being offered as he tried to dodge looking at the one, who was the source of his torment. Albeit, it was really nobody but himself he could blame for this situation now, could he?

“I'm not hungry.”, he finally replied defeated, hand clenched into a fist upon realizing just how difficult it was to speak right now. Perhaps, because he didn’t feel too well, but there always had dwelled a sense of something within himself, that made it hard to show whatever he felt. At least if it was something negative. The knowledge that everyone keep counted on him, over and over again, surely it must have come from this, right?

Aether didn't even comment on the fact that he was late because truly, he wouldn't even have noticed anyway. It felt like he had lost any sense of time by now anyway. Even if he wanted to say something, what could he possibly? Actually, it was rather enjoyable currently when the taller one was gone. It put him at ease knowing, that nothing would be done on him then. Instead, he found himself concerned of those who would, without question, try to save him. Though he knew they existed, it seemed as if he had forgotten their faces. No matter how hard he tried to remember, their faces were... weirdly blurry.

Did he even want to be rescued?

"I would... rather rest.", he admitted.

[proudfrcak]

--🐧-- could the final episode have been better? yeah. but i still enjoyed it!!! i'll be screaming about stonathan for the rest of my life. and lumaxxxxxx!!! also, guys... please just be happy for will. he deserves happiness, regardless who with.

[proudfrcak]

-🐧- i just started watching the final episode... stonathan. tower. ME SCREECHING

[corvidamned]

|| Evil of this game to make me choose between bat or bird antihero. 😭

I cut Sonar. I'm so sorry maaaan 😭😭😭😭😭

[corvidamned]

RE9 spoilers.

Leon is looking fiiine. I think he got buffer. I am... not normal about his wrinkles.

[dovemf]

So... which scene' "did it for you", darling ?

So, please don’t judge me for this at all cause it might be kind of morbid but I promise it was also after I realised that morticia was going to be okay. That scene where they were all in the tower, standing over her and your hair was fanned out. It just looked so ethereal and I may have paused the scene there just to stare for a little bit longer. The cinematography and everything in that scene was stunning but you just… yep. Beautiful. @cathzejones