Wielder of Breidablik

Now to be completely straight with you, gaming is how I’ve been spending MOST of my time so far. Some friends I don’t get to play with enough have been stuck inside too, which means that now is the perfect time for us to make up for lost opportunities, but being on my PlayStation means that I can’t be on tumblr - even though I DO want to be more active on here right now. So that got me thinking that maybe I should enable my mutuals to join me in my gaming shenanigans. That way I might reach some sort of compromise on the situation while also getting to know some of you in a way I might not have previously.

So! As of now (at least until the “social distancing” ends) mutuals are free to ask me for my PlayStation Network ID, my Nintendo Online ID, or any other relevant gaming info so that we can hook up and have a good time!  If you do, I’ll either hit you up on tumblr or Discord (whichever you prefer!) and I’ll privately send you the info. I’d do it on the dash, but I don’t want my personal account to get flooded with random messages and spam.

“Ah, but wait! We might could play games together Aster, but what games in particular might we play?” you may be asking. Well, that would be a fair point regardless, so for your convenience, here is a list of game consoles I have and what multiplayer games I have for them:

PlayStation 4

Overwatch

Dead by Daylight

Borderlands: Game of the Year Edition

Borderlands: The Handsome Collection

Devil May Cry 5

Saints Row IV: Re-Elected

Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six Siege

Skullgirls 2nd Encore

Friday the 13th the Game

Apex Legends

Final Fantasy XV Multiplayer: Comrades

RWBY Grimm Eclipse

Dead Rising 4: Frank’s Big Package

Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Titanfall 2

Yu-Gi-Oh! Legacy of the Duelist

Soul Calibur VI

Payday 2: Crimewave Edition

Dead Rising 2: Off the Record

Dead Rising 2

Read Rising

Evolve

God Eater Resurrection

Overcooked! (I can’t remember if this one has online multiplayer or not tbh)

Rayman Legends (This one as well actually)

7 Days to Die

Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm Trilogy

Grand Theft Auto V

Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm 4

PlayStation Vita

Skullgirls 2nd Encore

Mobile

Fire Emblem Heroes (obviously)

RWBY Amity Arena

Fate/Grand Order

Kingdom Hearts Union Cross

Nintendo Switch

Fire Emblem Warrirors

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

Human Fall Flat

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe

Splatoon 2

Cross Play (these games can be played on and with multiple different consoles)

Minecraft

Dauntless

Fortnite

Most F2P games with a “battle pass” subscription service.

✥ | “Unnngh…!” The image of a perfect princess never really existed for the dragonborn, and with how this Megan was struggling to keep her dragonic powers in check, she was anything but that. Outside of combat, she would release that power to whoever their foes were, but it wasn’t easy. With her blood boiling like a cauldron over an open fire, there’s no telling what will happen to her if she fails to keep herself in check. That, and the very fact that Megan continues to distance herself from others is quite concerning. 

Even though Azura managed to calm her blood from going too berserk, she can’t rely on it all the time. Dulled red eyes were downcast, her skin was becoming quite pale, as if she had seen a ghost, teeth sharpened into fangs. As Kiran has opened the door and found her in this destroyed and depressed state, she continues to hug her knees to her chest, in utter fear. Unlike the other Megans that Kiran have encounter, this dragon princess’s mind is almost completely lost, and she’s barely on the verge of losing herself. For if her heart completely shatters, so will her humanity and her ability to think about anything in general. 

“I…I’m a danger to others. If I hurt someone without knowing it…I know that the consequences will be harsh. I’ll be considered a monster, a beast that can’t do anything but kill everything in sight!” She exclaims, her voice choking from regret. “Takumi’s right…he should’ve just killed me back then…especially when Hoshido was destroyed. I…I don’t have the right to be with anyone. I don’t deserve it. I…I should just ask someone…to put an end to me…”

     I should just ask someone…to put an end to me…

     Kiran’s thoughts come to a sudden, horrified stop as those words begin to echo off of the walls of his mind, every reverberation making the dam of his emotions tremble more and more.  Especially so with the sheer amount of conviction in her voice - the absolute sense of certainty that she should, in fact, be dead. That there was no reason to risk her loved ones over her continued existence. That everyone would be better off if she were gone.

     It was an assertion that was more cruel, more sad, and more selfish than he could bear, and inevitably, that damn finally breaks under the assault of her despair - flooding the summoner with potent, righteous fury. But instead of blowing up at her, slapping her, or doing any of the things that his instincts were urging him to do, he focuses that anger. He directs it through himself like a river into a trench, washing away all of the confusion, hesitation, and doubt that had been clogging his mind until moments ago. And with that, he finds clarity. Focus. And with that, he’s able to realize what he needed to do for her.

         “Megan.” He says, his expression stern and clear, as he firmly directed her face towards his with his hands. “I compel you - order you - to stay your words and silence your blood. You are not a beast or a monster. You will not harm anyone but your enemies, you will be with whoever you wish, and most of all you will not die. Nor will you desire to die. Your Fate will not be one so tragic. I refuse to allow it.”

Gray Wolf

When you get angry, you don't just speak for yourself; you speak for your whole crew. You're incredibly loyal and have all your friends backs, and you expect them to do the same for you. When you get into it with someone, just like the gray wolf, you use strategy and a gameplan that involves your friends to bring that person down.

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     The distance between them was maddening, for as small as it was and for as brief as it had been. It made his lips tingle with a persistent, phantom longing, that could only be satiated in one specific way. He knows what it is and he knows that he'll succumb to it in spite of anything else that might try to suggest otherwise. But he tries to resist for as long as he can. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Before the fourth comes, he finally breaks, diverting the princess’s face towards his so that he could plant an adoring kiss upon her lips, feeling a rush of relief and pleasure the moment the two make contact.

     Wood creaks, steads whinny, and feet clomp as the Order of Heroes continue their march along the Askrian borders - a standard patrol to guard against the whims of any foreign powers. Most namely Embla of course, who themselves had patrols of their own that occasionally skirmished with the Order, but they were hardly the only enemies that threatened the peace. There were also Surtr’s loyalist, acting on the will of their absent king, Hel’s remnants which wandered around attacking anyone that they came across, and the bandits that concealed themselves within the borders themselves, using the natural landscape (and the political one) to discourage either side from directly routing them.

     Very rarely were lives ever lost and the number of forces needed for the expedition was minimal, so some people even akined the task to babysitting: Something serious enough to be done in the first place, but not serious enough to concern themselves with. Especially since any of the Heroes that perished would simply be saved by Breidablik.

     But this kind of mentality didn’t fit well with Kiran. To him, every threat was serious and every injury was unacceptable because all it would take is for one failure, one unexpected element, to cost them something irreplaceable. For example, what if Veronica found a way to enchant her forces weapons with a spell that circumvented Breidablik’s protection? What if another faction were to declare war upon Askr while the Order was divided? As a leader, these were the things he had to keep in mind and with neither Anna or the Askrian royals around to support him the responsibility of these things rest solely upon him. So naturally, with such a critical perspective, he couldn’t help but take notice of a particular knight that was acting out of odds.

     He was referring to Rosamaria, of course, one of the fresher faces to the Order of Heroes. Kiran had summoner her less than a month ago now, and her appearance was met with much confusion on his behalf. With just a glance he could tell that she was an individual of equal standing to the lords and warriors that filled their ranks, but that same glance did nothing to clue him into her identity. Such a thing happened from time to time, of course. With an infinite number of realms and an infinite number of variations to them, the ones that answered his call were not always familiar. But in most cases, he was at least familiar with their reputations or feats - Rosamaria however, stood as the first exception to even that, which meant that he was essentially in command of a person he didn’t know what to do with, which was why he had asked her to participate in this patrol.

     However, Rosamaria was proving to be a very unruly subordinate. Perhaps she sensed his uncertainty towards, but for some reason, she was displaying a penchant for going against orders - though perhaps deviating from them would be a bit more accurate. Too often would she break formation or engage a target that she wasn’t meant to, throwing unnecessary variables into Kiran’s carefully calculated plans. So far she hadn’t done anything detrimental or irreparable, but clearly the two of them weren’t quite on the same page. Something Kiran sought to rectify sooner than later.

     So after ensuring that everything was together and that nobody was out of place, Kiran makes his way towards the back of their long convoy to find the wagon that Rosamaria was meant to be in. He had started towards the front, so the whole walk took a few minutes coupled with the brief stops he took along the way to address some of the troops that greeted him or asked how much longer they would be going for. But finally, he does indeed reach it and thankfully, Rosamaria hadn’t decided to change carts as he had half expected her to.

     He doesn’t immediately climb aboard however, not certain of what state she may have been in behind the cover provided by the bonnet. It would certainly be his luck to have accidentally found her undressed or something of that nature. And if she was, she probably wouldn’t let him live it down. 

@wielderofbreidablik​:  “ i’m sorry to wake you up , but i really need someone to talk to . ” || 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Eyes were still dazed from sleep as she was woken in the middle of the night. Slowly, she moves to sit up, rubbing at her eyes. “Mmm…?” She says with a tug at her vocal chords. As soon as he says why he’s here, she wakes up more. She feels a bit of guilt for him seeing her in such a disheveled state, but that was quickly pushed aside.

“What is it, Kiran?” Kamui asks with a quiet whisper, moving herself slightly to give him space to sit. “Please, sit?”

     The darkness in her room was unsettling. Every unformed shape reflected his own anxieties upon them, making imaginary specters that taunted Kiran as he entered. It made him feel like a child looking for comfort because he had seen monsters in his closet, which only compounded his issues further. He almost turned around and left, feeling as though he was making a mistake, but in the small amount of light that was in the room, he can see Kamui sitting up in her bed looking over at him. Her silver hair is a mess and the wrinkled nightclothes she wore were resting unevenly over her body, but she also looked more vulnerable too, a sight that made him feel like he could be more vulnerable too. And that helped calm him.

     Closing the door to her room behind him, Kiran takes the pro-offered seat at her side. He doesn’t immediately look at her though, instead choosing to focus on his hands, which he had clasped together tightly. “Forgive me. I know this is sudden. I know that it's late. I just... there’s something I wanted to talk to you about for a while, and every time I try to bring it up I talk myself down so... I thought I should speak up before I lose my nerve again.”

     Kiran’s shoulders were sagging under the weight of his sorrow, too worn out from the battle to hold them up, even as a sign of assurance.  Eldigan had fallen in battle - shot in the back by an arrow while he was preoccupied with an enemy swordsman. He would return of course - Breidablik’s power “resummoning him” in a state from before his death as it had done with others in the past, but he couldn’t escape his doubts. His fears. His failure.

@wielderofbreidablik​ [x]

Takes Breidablik in her hands, aims it at the Summoner and- “Bang!”

     -But of course, nothing happens. Not even a spark of magic comes from the artifact’s barrel being that Kiran was not the one pulling on its trigger, though the summoner still elects to behave as though it had, throwing his hands up in a theatrical display of shock for the princess’s amusement.