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prettymilotic

Leiftan: Guys, I think I'm bi

Ykhar: Wich one

Leiftan: ?

Chrome: Bipolar ? Bisexual ?

Ashkore: I KNOW ! A BITCH !

wisejazz

Ezarel y Erika, despedida :c

NO REPOST 🚫

TES REBLOG ✅

OPEN COMISSIONS ⚠️

the-skull-breaker

Eldarya ANE ep5 in a nutshell

slowiedrakie

Nevra, about Erika : Oh she’s angry.

Mathieu : How can you tell ?

Nevra : Well, you can see her mood by her hands. Like right now, she has a knife, i don’t think that means she’s happy to see us.

fenristheorem

Lance: I have no fears.

Lance: I fear no man, no woman, no child, nothing.

Lance: But that thing...

*Looks at "Elexirciss" and Elevators*

Lance: I fear it...

iridescent-oracle-deactivated20

Valkyon: Believe me, if I were coming down with something, i'd know it. I wouldn't risk getting the rest of you sick.

Nevra: Oh, you don't have to worry about me. I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple!

Leiftan, passing by: Yeah, open to everyone. Day or night.

wisejazz

Nevra New Era- regrets

OPEN COMISISIONS⚠️

marylidia

Soo...I wrote a FF about Lance but in Eldarya The Origins.

Erika thinks the guard is going to betray her und then she asks Lance if he could teach her to fight.

English is not my first language but I tried 😅

Lance - your weapon

The next few days were marked by painful muscle strains and injuries. Not because Lance had hurt me, but because I got myself into several messes through my own stupidity.

I cracked my knuckles and circled my wrists as I lunged for the next punch to nowhere. I was completely out of breath.

Lance had leaned against the table and was eyeing me with relish. He ran his chin thoughtfully and when our eyes met, he stepped closer.

"I need a gun," I suggested. "A knife, a sword...just a weapon!"

Lance shook his head and took my wrists. He also circled them slowly until a minimal crack sounded. Gratefully, I nodded to him.

"I can make you into a weapon," he replied.

"You can see what a bad fighter I am."

"Maybe close combat isn't your talent." He bridged the last few inches between us. Gently, he put his fingers to my chin and lifted it, making me look at him. His ice-blue eyes sparkled.

"Maybe you have other talents." he added in a whisper, stroking my cheek with his fingers.

He narrowed his eyes as if trying to read my mind. "Maybe you're afraid."

"Afraid of what?", I asked, shocked by my own voice. It was scratchy, raspy, and it felt like Lance was taking my breath away.

He raised his eyebrows skeptically. Then his lips, which I would have loved to kiss, formed into a fine grin. Maliciously, his eyes narrowed to slits, while the provocative smile on his face did not disappear.

"From becoming like me." he whispered, pulling me to him. "To a monster.", he breathed on my skin.

"You're not a monster."

I've said that sentence way too many times and I was tired of him still not understanding it.

Lance was not the hero in this story. On the contrary. Maybe he was the enemy, but he was not a monster. There's just one difference between the hero and the evil: the hero would sacrifice his love for the world. The evil one, on the other hand...he would sacrifice the world for his love.

I felt his breath on my skin and his grip around my waist tightened.

"That doesn't change your fear."

Under his touch, I felt hot and cold at the same time. Perhaps he was making use of his magic, for I could swear that his fingertips - though he wore his gloves - were cold as ice. The same coldness was reflected in his eyes.

A hoarse cry escaped me, which Lance intercepted with a kiss. Provocatively, his fingers ran over my naked back and he pulled my hair back a little so that my neck was completely exposed. Playfully, his tongue ran over the warm skin.

"You're getting distracted again," he murmured from between my breasts.

"You're not making it easy for me either," I replied, burying my hands in his hair to pull him up.

"Who said my training was going to be easy?"

I held his gaze, running my hands over his body and stroking my fingers over the black armor that separated us.

Teasingly, I wandered further down and Lance grabbed my shoulders, probably wanting to stop me. But this was my game.

"I accept your offer," I said, rising to run my tongue over his neck.

"Make me your weapon."

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leblanc-posts

ezarelz

I won’t even elaborate.

chantalie-and-adara

True… xD

riven-musa

chocolama

So because I like pain I finally played the whole “The Origins” story of Eldarya with Ezarels Route and well… I’m shocked. We get a tearful farewell with Valkyon but not with the other LIs even tho when we dated? The goodbye was so… well, without any feelings.

But the thing I want to ask both beemoov and @chinomiko is why they always take everything away from the players. Aren’t MCL and Eldarya Otome Games?

Instead of being with the boy we chose, we have to watch Rosalya getting to be with her high school sweetheart, getting her dream house on the beach, a family, her dream job…

We have to watch Alajea being happy with Sonze and getting married, Karenn and Chrome being happy, Ewelein and Huang Hua…

Everyone gets their dream, a long lasting relationship and happy ending but not us/our protagonist. Instead we get LIs taken from us and we have to start from scratch again. Why is that?

And why can’t we contact Ezarel in S2 at all? It doesn’t make sense to me at all. Instead of being happy both MCL and Eldarya just leave a empty taste in your mouth. Like, it doesn’t give you anything. And that’s sad, because I loved both games, until their abrupt and weird endings arose.

This can’t be all about being realistic and trying to be interesting and stuff, because then Rosas or Alajeas Life’s aren’t realistic too. And it’s a Otome Game… and I think Beemoov never really gave us a good explanation why so many LIs were scratched without notice. Is it to make the story fresh again? That would have been possible with the old characters too. I’ve never seen a otome game where I loose my LI to death or just ‘because’. It always had some kind of happy ending or at least anything at all.

So really, I’d like to have proper reasons why they chose to do what they did and why they keep doing it. Go on Beemoov, I’m listening

partyineldarya-deactivated20210

“Both Japanese and English versions currently features 14 romanceable characters, with 6 of them currently being unavailable in the English version of the game. Besides that, 3 new characters were announced by Cybird in early 2020.” <- Ikemen Sengoku, an otome game.

So no, Dear Beemoov, adding Ezarel to bundle of LIs doesnt sound like such a chore to me. And his ending is such a low move, a faceslap for players, YOUR PLAYERS!!! He left with a murderer, psychopatic murderer, while our Gardienne, a person who showed him support, who tried to help heal said murderer is left with “very interesting new people”.

Also, it doesn’t make sense- letters exist in Eldarya, news travel fast, and Ezarel and all our friends SHOULD and WOULD come or contact our Gardienne.

They better not, because with Beemoov it would be “I got a letter from Ezarel, he moved on, is happy with psychobitch-chan, I, as a member of Guard have to move on too, yay!”. Find your new friends (very interesting) and tell them about your decision.

not-aeriie-deactivated20220510

Seven Years | Lance

Lance closes the door of the cabin behind him, leaning back against the wood and letting out a heavy sigh. What the hell was that? Tipping his head back, he closes his eyes. The image of Erika smiling returns to him, completely unbidden. She was beautiful, even shivering and dripping all over the deck of the ship as she was. Something warms in him at the thought, melting the ice in his veins. He never thought he’d see that look from her, never thought he’d smile at her in return. When the Sersea had taken her overboard, his only thought was to get her back. Whatever it cost him, he wasn’t going to let this world lose its savior. Not again. Into the icy depths he dove, ready to give his life if it meant hers would be spared. He’d done it at first for that reason alone, but now, after that exchange out there… he realises he’d do it all again, if only to see her smile once more. With a sharp growl he pushes himself away from the door, tearing his pauldrons off his shoulders and dropping them at his feet with a clank of metal. He has no right to feel this way about her. Not after how he treated her all those years ago. He’d hurt her, tried to kill her. He’d taken the lives of her friends and had almost cost Erika her own life in the process. Seven years it’s been. Seven years of living through his own, personal hell, regretting everything he’s ever done. She’ll never forgive him, that much he knows, though that hardly matters when he can’t even forgive himself. Removing his remaining, wet clothes, he pulls on a clean pair of pants and a shirt, then drops back down on the small cot in the corner of the cabin and stares up at the ceiling. Has he even said sorry to her for all that? He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling the guilt and disgust so thick within him that his blood must be made of it. Gods, he doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as her. Worthless, reckless. His existence nothing more than a service to the Guard, an attempt to right some of the wrong he’s caused. Feelings, friendship, and even love. None of it has a place in his life. He won’t allow it. Not even when he sees that small, glimmer of hope that she might one day forgive him, and the very thought is enough to bring him to his knees. And not when the smile in her eyes threatens to steal his breath completely. If indifference is the price to pay to protect her from himself then he’ll do it. Let Nevra grow close to her again, or Mathieu, who already seems smitten. Even Leiftan would be a better choice than him, the two of them already sharing a bond through their shared heritage. He could take on more missions, stay away longer, if that would give her the chance to regain her life without his dark shadow hanging over her. Even as he thinks it, some small, selfish part of him hopes Huang Hua won’t let him go. It’s possible. He’s the best warrior the Guard has, though as a Dragon that’s to be expected, and she likes to keep him close. Then he could tell himself that he has no choice but to stay, that Erika has no choice but to deal with his presence. He could do his duty as a leader of the Guard and push everything else aside, continue existing day to day in the emotionless haze that has become his shield. It’ll be difficult. There’s something about her that tends to catch him off guard, slip beneath his armor and make him feel things he knows he shouldn’t. Difficult, but not impossible. For now, they have a job to do, and he’s resolved to treat her like any other member of his team, provided she doesn’t get herself killed first. He’ll have to speak to Jamon about progressing her training. With another heavy breath, he tries to empty his mind, to get some much needed rest. Violet eyes haunt him on the edge of sleep, slipping through his consciousness and into dreams. White, feathered wings give way to scales of red and a voice he’s heard so often he knows he’ll never forget the sound. He’s tried his best to do what it’s asked of him these past years, and it seems it isn’t done with him yet. Protect her, brother, Valkyon says, crimson wings stretched wide as he stands in the halls of their ancestors. Protect her, and forgive yourself.