Ace

If you’re under 18, this is your chance to run

I’m not a very minor friendly account as I post a lot of crude and sexual jokes, links to NSFW works, and I also just don’t feel comfortable interacting with folks who are much younger than me. So please, if you’re not at least 18 or 19, I ask that you keep a distance.

Fandoms

I’m pretty multifandom but I mainly post/reblog about Fire Emblem, Legend of Zelda, and Dragon Age as of right now. A couple of others things will slip through the cracks but you can expect those three the most.

Content

I make art and fanfics! You can find some examples of my art work on my carrd, and I post all my fics over on AO3!

You’ll also find me going on rants about my OCs or lore so prepare for cringe /hj

Commissions

I have art commissions open! Here are my rules and prices.

You can also find the link to the full commission page on my carrd for more details. If you’d like to request one, just DM a message here or on my twitter, or shoot me an email!

From left to right:

Steel clashed against steel as Rellana crossed her swords, dashed forward, and swung down in a barrage of glintstone and ember. Ender had only a split second to tuck and roll from the blast of magic emitting from her twin blades, and—once on his feet and recovered—he turned to gaze in awe at the rich aura. His eyes caught in particular the bright, red flames nipping at his skin. The glowing sparks, the deep blaze that burned as an inferno… This was Messmer’s doing, that much was certain. The sword’s counterpart was coated in familiar magic that made him reminisce his battle with Rennala. Together, they created a contrasting set: tainted fire and elegant moonlight.

Ender’s gaze fell to Rellana—who reeled back, prepared to rush at him once more—and something in his stomach churned, making his gorge rose. His vision was fogged by a hazy mist of red and, with a bellowing roar, he barreled forward, ducking and weaving under every projected swing. Any onlooker would claim possession to explain the ease with which Ender managed to evade Rellana’s forceful onslaught and, bit by bit, chisel away at her defenses. To Ender, it was a second nature he so carefully tuned for battle. Every flip and turn was followed by a harrowing thrust of his blades. When she summoned forth a greatsword of cerulean steel, slamming it into the ground with earth-shattering force, he dove to the side. When she conceived a whirling storm of fire, he breezed ‘round the crimson ribbons as if they were straws of hay. Whoever found the upper hand next very well might be the one that gets to walk away alive, and Ender had come too far to give up now.

As Rellana crossed her blades, summoning a monsoon of magic that swept as a tide across the chamber, the Tarnished saw his chance and rushed at her. Coating his shortsword in frost, he lunged at the knight, sinking the blade into her exposed abdomen where her breastplate left a large gap. A choked gasp escaped her as Rellana’s body fell against Ender. Her swords collapsed onto the stone, and she reached up with shaky hands to hold herself upright by his shoulders.

“Thou…shalt perish,” she gurgled through the blood oozing out of her mouth, “in the flames of my lord. May—…May he leaveth thy graceless carcass a charred ornament upon his castle…to serve as an example to thine ilk.”

“Thou’st returned at last. I hath heard Tarnished such as thyself now be rendered immortal, but to see with mine own eyes…” He shook his head. “‘Tis no matter. Thine end is all the same.”

Brandishing his weapon, and tongue dripping with acid, Messmer spat at him, “Prepare thyself, Tarnished, to be cleansed in flame.”

Their battle was as fierce as the first: Messmer’s movements were dizzying, leaving hardly a moment for Ender to brandish his twin blades. Ribbons of fire danced in time with each thrust of that silver spear, and he could do naught but roll out of the other’s range and watch in haunted awe as he spun, leapt, and bound across the room after him. Predator and prey circled each other in a deadly waltz—as intertwined as the serpents protruding from the demigod’s body.

But Ender could not evade his reach for long. One ill-timed dodge from the thrust of Messmer’s spear, and the serpent god’s hands closed around his throat, lifting him off the ground. A sharp pain bloomed from Ender’s midsection. His blood seeping down the spear shaft was warm to the touch. The spice of it on his tongue was addictive, and he couldn’t help licking it off his lip as he met the other’s cold gaze.

With shaky, ragged breaths, he muttered, almost to himself, “How utterly exquisite…”