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anderwhohn · 1 year ago
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Haven is just as much of a shithole as she remembers, if lacking the cultists, ritual sacrifices, and dragons from ten years ago. She hates the Frostbacks - hates the cold, the ice, and the snow. While she's never got to spend much time in her mother's homeland of Antiva, she is certainly more suited for it than she is here in the mountains.
"Braska," she curses as an icy wind cuts through the village. The simple coat and leathers she's been given, while of clearly skilled craftsmanship, lack the enchantments of her usual gear that provided extra warmth in these chilly conditions. "I should have stayed in Antiva..."
Looking toward the direction of the ruins that once were the Temple of Sacred Ashes, she breathes a weary sigh as she seems to study the Breach for what must be the hundredth time since learning of its formation. She had already been hailed for having been the one to discover the Urn in the first place, leading to Arl Eamon's recovery during the Blight, and now, with all of this...
"Andraste's flaming knickers, what is it with this Blighted mountain?"
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lilyimmsim · 3 months ago
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just finished 'all the light we cannot see' and am sobbing. the way this book was written was the most beautiful thing i have read. anthony doerr's writing style conveyed the utter desperation felt when anguished and overwhelmed so perfectly, and the beauty of life despite it all even better. (spoilers ahead) the way life continues on after werner's death, how the world keeps spinning is just so incredible. it could have easily become one of those love-at-first-sight (or first-hear lol) books where the protagonist's story ends when their loved one dies, but it didn't. i loved how the povs changed, and how the timelines were sliced up and shoved back together so we are constantly gasping and excited and apprehensive. it tied so perfectly together; the radio that saved werner and jutta throughout their foster care was also what saved etienne, kept him from going mad; how marie-laure cannot see and how werner loves to listen; how the stone was there for all of this and yet played the side character with just a few lines - but how they changed marie, von rumpel, daniel's lives so much.
it's mentioned so little, during marie-laure's povs, that she cannot see. her povs are so bright, inquisitive, full of life. i cannot remember reading about how much she wished she could see, or about how because she is disabled she must sit back and let the germans take her. no, she was resourceful and fought back; she played the radio, she snuck to the ocean, she was ready with a knife for von rumpel. werner and marie-laure's lives are so intricately connected despite meeting, properly, once.
werner, werner oh werner. maybe my favourite character, i'm not sure, they all had such depth to them. but werner has so much potential. and he was so cowardly, and he should have helped frederick, and i cried when he killed the little girl with her mum, and he was so entranced by marie-laure, and he should have listened and written to jutta, and volkheimer loved him like a little brother, and he died but the world kept going,,, he was so brilliant and the parallels between marie-laure and him are too much for me. he saw such evil and did nothing about it. so much of his povs, especially at the start of the book, are about what he can see - the batteries, the wires, the problems.. he sees frederick struggling; he sees it all yet does so little. and yet when it comes down to seeing past the physical, into what werner is doing for the germans, into seeing the ethical ramifications for his actions, he chooses to turn his gaze.
they are the realest characters i have read and have opened my eyes (pun intended) about what life is, where to find beauty in this world amongst all the wreckage of other civilisations, amongst broken people and hurting creatures, amongst things beyond physical. it all ties together so beautiful and just ughh
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exhausted-archivist · 10 months ago
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Cassandra Pentaghast Timeline
A summarized and organized timeline of Cassandra's life. Summarizing the major points of Dawn of the Seeker; such as naming characters and such key events.
Warning in advance about some spoilers for Absolution as I quote a couple lines in the notes section.
9:04 Dragon
Cassandra is born in a carriage halfway between Cumberland and Val Chevin. She was raised in her family estate in Nevarra City until 9:10 Dragon.
9:10 Dragon
Lord Matthias and Lady Tigana, Cassandra and Anthony's parents, are executed by King Markus Pentaghast for taking the wrong side during the second attempt to overthrow the king. Cassandra and Anthony were spared from execution thanks to their uncle, their father's brother, Vestalus who was a senior member of the Mortalitasi who vouched for them and took them as his wards.
Cassandra and Anthony were moved to the Grand Necropolis in Nevarra.
9:12 Dragon
Vestalus was promoted to prelate of the Mortalitasi and overseer of the Grand Necropolis. This left Cassandra and Anthony by themselves more often, leaving them in isolation save for Nomi in the Chantry where Cassandra devoted her time.
Anthony and Cassandra started training in swordsmanship with asperations to becoming dragon hunters.
9:16 Dragon
Cassandra, at the age of 12*, witnesses her brother Anthony; a renowned dragon hunter, get beheaded at the hands of blood mages.
Cassandra begs to join the Templar Order when faced with a lack of justice for Anthony. Her uncle instead sends her to the Seekers of Truth.
She begins her training at the Seeker fortress of Montsimmard as an apprentice to Seeker Byron, a senior member. He focused on her religious education rather than her martial education.
9:19 Dragon
At the age of 15, Cassandra is the youngest Seeker to go through her vigil since the Storm Age. Her vigil takes place in a remote castle located within the Blasted Hills of Northern Orlais and lasts for two weeks.
9:22 Dragon
The following are the events of Dawn of the Seeker that take place. This is the briefest of summaries.
Cassandra and a group of Seekers attack a group of blood mages who abducted Avexis, an elven mage from the White Spire who has the ability to control beasts. The blood mages use a ritual to extend that power to controlling dragons. Byron, Cassandra's mentor and father figure, reveals to Cassandra a conspiracy within the Chantry as he is leaving the fortress with Cassandra and Avexis.
The three are attacked by blood mages, in wich Byrion dies and Avexis is kidnapped again. Cassandra is branded a traitor. Regalyan, a friend of Byrion and the contact they were to take Avexis to, is captured by Cassandra under the suspicion he is a blood mage. The pair is then captured by Templars and eventually make their escape. Cassandra's goal is to clear her name and discover proof of the conspiracy.
The conspiracy is that Knight-Commander Martel and Grand Cleric of Orlais, Callista, are working with the blood mages who intend to attack the 10 year gathering at the Grand Cathedral. Grand Cleric Callista and Knight-Commander Martel intend to unleash dragons on the Divine and gathered Grand Clerics during the ceremony so that Callista may become Divine as the last remaining Grand Cleric.
The conspiracy is thwarted by Cassandra, Regalyan, the Circle Mages, and additional Seekers. Cassandra kills two dragons and a high dragon. Saving the Divine.
As a reward for their actions, Cassandra is made the Right hand of the Divine and declared Hero of Orlais.
After the ceremony, Divine Beatrix III speaks with Cassandra about how the attack on the Gathering was only the beginning. Insisting that the Chantry must prepare for the coming storm before placing the holy writ into her hands. The writ that grants the Right and Left Hands of the Divine the authority to restore the Inquisition.
9:34 Dragon
Divine Beatrix III dies and Divine Justinia V is elected. Upon election, Divine Justinia V made a bit to retain Cassandra as her right hand. Pitching to Cassandra the multiple aspects of reform of the Chantry she wanted to do. Which Cassandra met with intrigue and accepted the role once more.
Leliana sent Cassandra a letter that speaks of her observations and how she welcomes the opportunity to work with Cassandra.
9:39 Dragon
Cassandra writes a letter to the now Lord Seeker Lucius, declaring she will not be joining the Seekers and will continue to work with the Divine.
There is an error with this as the Mage-Templar War didn't start until late autumn or winter of 9:40 Dragon. Seeker Lucius doesn't take over for Seeker Lambert until after the events of Asunder where Lambert is killed by Cole at the end of the book a few months later. Leaving the date of this letter to be 9:40 or 9:41.
9:40 Dragon
Cassandra interrogates Varric following the outbreak of the Mage-Templar War.
9:41 Dragon
Cassandra brings Varric and Cullen to Haven with Leliana, they both miss the chance to join the Divine at the beginning of the Conclave as they were delayed.
The Breach opens up and Cassandra leads soldiers into the valley to look for survivors. Her soldiers find the player character (PC Herald/Inquisitor) and the events of Inquisition begin.
Cassandra advocates with Leliana to approach the rebel mages for support with closing the Breach. If the player goes to Redcliffe and sees the situation, Cassandra's opinion will change to supporting the Templars.
Cassandra is investigating the disappearance of her fellow Seekers, her theory is they are prisoners of Corypheus.
Evidence is found that Samson/Calpernia sold the Seekers to the Order of Fiery Promise after finding out that the Seekers are resistant to red lyrium.
When Cassandra investigates the castle of Caer Oswin after tracking the Seekers there, she discovers that her apprentice Daniel, has been implanted with a demon and fed red lyrium. At this point, she discovers that it was Lord Seeker Lucius wh sold the Seekers to the Promisers and has been operating there the whole time. Cassandra then confronts Lucius and kills him in battle.
Procuring the Book of Secrets from the Lord Seeker, Cassandra learns the truth about the vigil. That Seekers were made tranquil and that it was only reversed once they were touched by a Spirit of Faith. This is what granted them their abilities and restored their minds. A fact she learns all Lord/Lady Seekers have known up until this point, and that Lord Seeker Lambert actively hid from the Divine.
Cassandra considers finding the scattered Seekers, reading the Book of Secrets with them, so there are no more secrets between them and establishing a new charter. She also wishes if there is a way to refine the process of reversing Tranquility on mages without the dangers that come with them being overcome by their emotions. The PC character will determine whether she actually does reform the Seekers and investigate the rite further.
If Divine:
Cassandra is said to enact reforms for a new Templar Order and Circle of Magi. She rebuilds the Seekers of truth and rededicates them to protecting the innocent, if the player encourages her. Her attempts of reform are controversial despite her popularity though are generally seen as successful efforts to stabilize peace.
If Not Divine:
She takes the position of advisor on the Divine's council, giving advice on important matters to Divine Victoria. Depending on if the Divine is Leliana or Vivienne dictates how long she stays. If the Divine is Leliana, she stays and works well with her as Cassandra holds respect for Leliana. If Vivienne is Divine, Cassandra eventually leaves disgusted, feeling that Vivienne is perverting the Chant of Light's intent.
9:42-9:44 Dragon
If Cassandra is Divine, she is working on efforts to clean up red lyrium and stating that it is going well.
If Cassandra is not Divine, and she is encouraged to rebuild the Seekers; a month before she returns to Orlais for Trespasser she is in the Hunterhorn Mountains tracking down Seeker Emery and finding leads on other Seekers in Rivian.
If Cassandra is not Divine and wasn't encouraged to rebuild the Seekers; she is in the port of Antiva City and completing a survey and establishes that there are no further signs of Fade energy or demons since the Inquisitor closed a rift there in the Spring. She confirms the Inquisition mages deem the Veil stable in the region. Cassandra also confirms that at this point, all rifts have finally been sealed.
Unclear
At some point, Cassandra aided a reaver named Nyree in defeating her first dragon. By doing so Nyree completed her Rite of Passage.
At some point prior to Cassandra's interrogation of Varric, the Seekers investigated the Vimmark Mountains that housed Corypheus and were turned away by the Grey Wardens and were told that everyone who had been in the prison were dead. Unclear if Cassandra was part of this investigation.
At some point in 9:41 during the Inquisition, Cassandra orders Sidony to return to Nevarra City and stop a Mortalitasi plot that is seeking to assassinate a member of the very unstable line of succession.
It is unclear when this occurred, as Absolution happens after Trespasser and that is about all that is established.** Cassandra and Leliana dispatch Fairbanks and Hira to steal an artifact from the Tevinter Imperium, the Circulum Infinitus.
Notes:
* Cassandra tells Sera that she was trained as a Seeker since she was 6. This is in conflict with a letter from Cassandra's uncle to the Seekers stating she was "even at the tender age of twelve, is too old to begin training with the Seekers". This is reinforced though dialogue the PC can have with her where she establishes she was training with the Seekers at a far older age than most recruits, and was able to do so because of her status.
** The Interview establishes this (emphasis by me)
"Despite its relative proximity to Dreadwolf, though, Absolution intentionally doesn’t try to use its time establishing any real sort of canon for players to latch onto. Some characters from the prior games show up for a spell, and events are broadly mentioned, but Epler (who also serves as Dreadwolf’s creative director) admitted that it was important to avoid setting a definitive canon." He acknowledged it as a “tricky balancing act,” in part because BioWare making its own canon runs the risk of conflicting with the canon players make on their own, and the studio’s word being potentially declared definitive gospel is the last thing anyone wanted. Similarly, there was a desire to make sure Absolution stood on its own, explicit ties to the games or no. “There’s all these elements that make up Thedas and what’s going on,” said Epler. “We were fine with leaving space for these stories to exist and feed into a larger world as a whole.”
Up until the Dragon Age cookbook, there was no establishment of the BioWare canon or the game default. Which are at times two separate things, but do overlap in areas. But the difference between the two is for another conversation.
Additionally some lines in Absolution are about all we have in regards to the fact it definitely happens after Trespasser.
"Before the Inquisition ended, we learned the Tevinter Chantry was in possession of an artefact. The Circulum Infinitus." ep1. , 7:50ish
"Rezaren is dead. I have the Circulum. It's over, if you want it to be. You were right, Hira. Tevinter is an evil place, and I know what it feels like for that hate and that fear to infect you, but... you can't let it. Help me take the Circulum to what's left of the Inqusition and we can try again, free from everything." ep.6, 21:40ish
Source:
World of Thedas Vol. 1 p. 143 World of Thedas Vol. 2 p. 220-223 Dragon Age: Inquisition Dialogue Dragon Age: Dawn of the Seeker Dragon Age: Redemption Interview with Absolution showrunner Mairighread Scott and EP John Epler by io9
Codex:
Cassandra Pentaghast Cassandra and the Last Few Years
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thedinanshiral · 5 months ago
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Meet my Inquisitor(s)
While i wait for a release date, editions details, just anything really..i decided to talk about my beloved Lavellan(s).
I did this really fun thing where i just took what Thedas had to offer and played with it, so i made Lavellan twins and made them both the Inquisitor but in different timelines.
First there's Gallia Lavellan, First of her clan, sent to spy on the Conclave who becomes the Inquisitor, romances Solas, becomes best friends with Dorian, and decides to disband the Inquisition after the Exalted Council to save the love of her life.
But in a different timeline the Keeper of their clan decided not to endanger their First and only other mage and sent a hunter instead, and that hunter was the First's twin brother, Adrienn. The events unfold as they were meant to and Adrienn becomes Inquisitor, romances Dorian, becomes friends with almost everyone and also disbands the Inquisition to save his friend from himself.
Now, they both have a life outside of the events of the game when the other is Inquisitor.
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When Gallia is Inquisitor her clan survives the attack in Wycome, but life in the dalish clan always felt too small to her brother Adrienn and soon after, inspired by their close encounter with annhilation, he decided to go out and see the world, to live his life to the fullest. His journey took him many places but he ended up settling in Rivain for a while where he decided to join the Lords of Fortune and try to make a name for himself.
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When Adrienn is Inquisitor a few unfortunate choices at the war table end in the destruction of Clan Lavellan, with very few survivors eventually rescued and taken in by Adrienn. His sister was fortunately away at the time making deals with another clan in the region. With what little remained of their people under Adrienn's protection and having learned what he shared with her of certain revelations about their people she decided to go on a journey of her own, to find more of their true but lost history. This journey takes her north, to Arlathan Forest, where eventually she joins the Veil Jumpers to explore the ancient elvhen ruins and uncover all their secrets.
At some point along the way both twins in their respective timelines changed their names and identity to both protect their sibling and themselves; what the Inquisition's enemies could do with the knwoledge that the Inquisitor had a twin, or how their personal life choices could affect the other's reputation was something neither wanted to find out.
And so time passed until Solas was finally located, and a new group of brave people was formed to stop him, the Veilguard. While the Inquisition was no more, the connections and reputation the Inquisitor amassed throughout the Inquisition years and beyond was considerable, and so when Varric and Scout Harding went on to search for people Solas wouldn't know, the Inquisitor had at least one person to recommend for the task: their twin.
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I designed them based on Abelas, i wanted them to be somewhat closer to what ancient elves looked like (as far as we knew back then) and he was the only reference. Both have the Mythal vallaslin mainly because it's my favourite but Adrienn has the full version while Gallia has a partial one. As Inquisitor however she gets it erased by Solas once she learns vallaslin are slave markings. Her commitment to knowledge, truth and their true heritage is one of the things that make her her, no matter what path she ends up taking.
If it's possible to romance Solas as Rook in a worldstate where Solavellan never happened, i intend to make use of the twins' alternate timelines so former Inquisitor Adrienn asks his sister "Rook" join the Veilguard ..where she'll meet Solas, and the inevitability of their fate manifests once again, as this would be another world.
They're both good and just, but Gallia is definitely the scholarly type and certainly more polite, but not so warm after certain events in her life. Meanwhile Adrienn is definitly more chatty, on occassions shameless, one could argue more fun to be around and more inclined toward earthly pleasures. Being twins and looking alike didn't mean they had the same upbringing; once Gallia's magic manifested they were led through very different paths, with Adrienn learning to hunt and track, being told his duty was to provide for the clan and protect it, as he spent most of his time amongst their people, while Gallia had to spend hers in lectures from their Keeper, reading scrolls and books, learning how to control her magic, oftentimes in solitude mastering her powers and discipline, and with the weight of their clan's leadership on her shoulders from too early an age, the voice of their Keeper always echoing in her mind, "you will become Keeper one day, you must be ready".
As is the case for many of us, i'm quite attached to my Inquisitor. Gallia is my canon Inquisitor, she's about 37 or 38 years old by now, and she let her hair grow longer than ever and often wears braided to the side. I hope the new CC in The Veilguard allows for something like that.
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twistedchatterbox · 1 year ago
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Prolouge1
no summary. tags. no beta we overblot like men, choose your own adventure, confusion, the reader is not Yuu, canon divergence, canon divergent timeline, vague as fog descriptions, not x reader ft. [more about the characters'; coming soon] Masterlist for this fic || [Prologue part 1] - [part 2] - [part ?] No word count || The Menu || *bonus Author's note at the end
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An unconscious, seemingly pained stranger on campus grounds was surely not what a group of students expected to encounter today.
They were confused and unsure until one of them raised a hand to gather attention ; "Pardon me," The polite but firm boy began, looking around to make eye contact with various people, "-but i believe we should take this person to the infirmary before we talk about anything."
"So you don't even intend to find where they might've come from?" Questioned another figure, his tone was blunt: direct and inquisitive yet non-hostile, pushing for a genuine answer rather than jabbing for a taunt.
Someone else interjected before the boy could answer; however, they seemed to be on the same page- which he was thankful for.
This voice was calm, belonging to a person who was absurdly tall in comparison to some others who were nearby. "They might be able to tell us their story when they're awake, but i doubt they'll be in good condition if we don't bring them to be treated."
To his left was a figure of nearly identical height who leaned down to pick you up, doing so with ease; setting the plan into motion.
So, a few of the other hooded students nodded in silent agreement, unsure of how to deal with the mysterious entrance of this wounded stranger.
A few glances and ushered sentences akin to "Does anyone know this person?" were exchanged, making some of them confused and others skeptical when it seemed that no one knew you.
One of the upperclassmen joined them on the way temporarily, asking who you were; a frown briefly strained on his features when they told him they didn't know. -Yet, it was gone nearly as fast, followed by the upperclassman saying he'd look through campus and see if he could find anything about you online.
Placing you on the bed, the one who carried you with ease put his hands back in the pockets of his pants; relaxed posture, leaning lightly to the back as he tensed and un-tensed his muscles in place with a sigh of relief.
"..Does anyone even know this minnow's name?" his voice slurred as quiet as can be, as if to not wake you up, eyeing every single student in the nurses' office as they all stilled- aside from one other figure.
Silence devoured the room.
Watching carefully with an interrogative gaze, the tall, unbothered student leaned his back to hit the wall, one foot further out while the other remained steady, closer to the wall.
Soon, someone spoke up - "No. I don't think we do." Replied a careful voice with a skeptical tone, following with a "Do you?" ; directing it at the one who looked all-too-comfortable in this weird situation.
"Nah." Said student shrugged back in return, "- don't recognize 'em."
To the left of this lax figure was someone else that stood nearly the same height as him when standing up, except he now sat on one of the chairs of the infirmary.
"it might be wise to check the student files and see if anything matches," offered the more formal voice, receiving silent approval.
it continued on like that, for a while, back and forth of questioning and wondering- without any satisfactory answers, or any at all.
Eventually, the group checked on the clock, then explaining everything when the nurse arrived, time blurring into a confusing fog- until the silence was cut through with a noise of strain.
...
...Your head hurt like hell- your entire body hurt like hell: it burned in your blood and forced itself out of your system via an involuntary hiss of pain.
it stirred you up with a jolt as it traveled all over your body with a speed you cursed in the back of your mind.
And then followed the storm when you registered the feeling of a bed beneath you, alongside voices of other people.
You dared not to open your eyes, not yet.
Because there was just one problem, a massive one -
you not only couldn't recognize the air within these walls, nor the voices of the ones above you, that was not troublesome enough.
- you couldn't recollect your own name.
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The Author's note is bellow "read more"
A/N: Why hello there, loyal customer! if you're looking for answers, here are some for questions i image you might have; 1. Yes, the group of students are described vaguely for a reason! (but if you can still guess them correctly then i will be proud of myself for the characterization www) 2. Yes, the reader will be impacted by your input*, it'll be most noticeable once we have gotten the prologue out of the way ^^ (Your choices, which characters you gear towards, what you say, how you handle situations etc*) 3. No, i don't intend to ship the reader with anyone. This story in particular won't be focused on the romance; if chemistry naturally happens? We'll see. 4. Yes, there will be some 'fanon' additions, such as me(Rubia Leech) 5. i intend for the reader to be human, other than that? i'm as clueless as you (that's a lie, but you'll be fine)
-and good grief i feel rusty as hell.
Anyhow, to best push this fic forward, send me asks ! ( @jade-s-nymph ), Reblog! Comment! This literally is an interactive fic, so if you want to see more of it.. well, y'know what to do, yeah? wwww
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negative-speedforce · 7 months ago
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Your OCs are playing Never Have I Ever! What's the "never have I ever" that someone else would use specifically to target them? (i.e. something super specific that's intended to only apply to them)
Siv: "Never have I ever come back from the dead three times."
Jay: "Never have I ever tried to make a meth lab in a high school chemistry closet."
Cassandra: "Never have I ever fucked my fiancee on Director Hawke's desk."
Hailey: "Never have I ever been bled ectoplasm."
Esme: "Never have I ever caused at least four people to go blind."
Arya: Never have I ever been hunted by the Spanish Inquisition."
Gina: "Never have I ever inadvertently caused a person to erase themself from the timeline."
Ember: "Never have I ever flung Eobard Thawne thirty feet in the air by manipulating the ground itself in order to protect my employee."
Cat: "Never have I ever doxxed the Queen of England."
Max: "Never have I ever crushed a billionaire under my heel."
Kyle: "Never have I ever been shot by the boyfriend of some woman I've never even met."
Eric: "Never have I ever had all my hair go white at once because I refused to use another person as a conduit for a spell."
Jacob: "Never have I ever mercy-killed my own brother."
Antonio: "Never have I ever been granted insanely powerful psychic powers by my dying sister."
Reggie: "Never have I ever trapped my friends in a D&D campaign by accident while learning to use illusion magic."
Ameerah: "Never have I ever used my empath abilities to cheat in the Academic Decathlon."
Rania: "Never have I ever burned a serial killer mad scientist's lab to the ground."
Meredith: "Never have I ever misused time travel to go back and prevent my glasses from breaking."
Director Hawke: "Never have I ever started a human trafficking ring."
Cory: "Never have I ever dropped a TV out a third story window."
Kelsie: "Never have I ever been mistaken for Poison Ivy."
Torryn: "Never have I ever survived my own assassination."
Onnie: "Never have I ever disintegrated an entire crime family, all while recovering from major surgery."
Pippa: "Never have I ever been struck by lightning in the bathtub."
Jessi: "Never have I successfully faked my own death and continued to have a successful music career by brainwashing everyone to think I'm dead with my hypnotic singing voice."
Hyun-Ki: "Never have I ever lost almost three years of my life to be an insane pop star's hypnotized publicity boyfriend."
Marie: "Never have I ever forcibly become the queen of a malevolent cybernetic hive mind."
Qiara: "Never have I ever done gender the literal weirdest way, as in my species doesn't really have gender but I do, so it's like you're trans but not kinda?"
Liah: "Never have I ever been casted for a movie and quit in order to become an engineer."
Soraya: "Never have I ever defied Starfleet orders and commandeered a ship to get home for Eid."
Laila: "Never have I ever fallen head-over-heels for an evil scientist who enjoys torturing people for fun."
Athena: "Never have I ever held a planet for ransom by implanting a bomb in their leader's chest while he was sleeping."
Reyna: "Never have I ever built a translation matrix to talk to my pet snake."
Thalia: "Never have I ever framed myself for murder."
Pyrrha: "Never have I ever hid from my doctor for three hours by somehow squeezing in under the hospital bed."
Samira: "Never have I ever been held hostage by someone born in the 1100's."
Aldrich: "Never have I ever graduated from Oxford in the class of 1832."
Sohelia: "Never have I ever wrestled two bears to the ground."
Victorie: "Never have I ever been kicked out of Canada by the British."
Matt: "Never have I ever dislocated my shoulder while running from a pair of diseased bears."
Dolores: "Never have I ever debated whether or not drinking expired blood was worth it."
Vanessa: "Never have I ever been mutated into a giant monster against my will."
Kayla: "Never have I ever moved in with an ex-assassin who I met while we were assigned to take out the same target."
Dori: "Never have I ever been stuck in the form of Ariana Grande for a week and a half."
Ellis: "Never have I ever punched an archangel in the face."
Gabi: "Never have I ever killed god."
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cewyll · 5 months ago
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ALT DA:I VERSE — void and vessel, sheath and shear.
VERSE TYPE: open ( linked with @sanctamater ) VERSE TIMELINE: anywhere within the events of dragon age: inquisition and trespasser. if plotted, before and after this timeline are also workable!
TL;DR: elizabeth was raised in an isolated andrastian doomsday cult, intended to be a living nuke/messiah/world-ender. thanks to her mix of bloodlines and fade-related experiments done on her during childhood, her cocktail of powers is formidable: magic, capital D Dreaming, and the ability to interact with the veil and the fade — which is made stronger by the orb incident at the conclave.
this incident separates liz and amelia from the cult. in haven, they find each other again and start a new life away from comstock's power and control. once again, elizabeth finds herself becoming an idol. she is so tired.
detailed bio (lol) below.
this is gonna be an ongoing wip so i'm just gonna do a quick and dirty bullet point list for now.
in a secluded forest in the dales, scattered with abandoned orlesian estates, zachary comstock created a niche andrastian doomsday cult.
naturally, he wanted to create a baby messiah that would, at his bidding, fully end the world so that he could create a new one from its ashes. does NOT believe in magic, notably. he's like.... the anti-solas. lmao
anyway he marries amelia, an ex-bard who became a god-fearing woman, and "had a baby" "with her" (she had a lil tryst with booker, half-elven, a templar recruit passing through)
uh oh! baby is a mage! baby is a dreamer mage! baby is making friends with entities that want to be roommates in her brain!
after baby born, comstock recruits robert and rosalind lutece (mage-researchers who were exiled from tevinter for magic crimes) to help turn baby into a nuke.
amelia threatens to beat the shit out of rosalind if she doesn't help elizabeth not get eaten by a demon.
with the help of some cult-loyal former templars, they rework comstock house into a sort of... solitary circle tower? essentially doubling as a house for the family to live and a laboratory where elizabeth's abilities can be observed and analyzed as they grow.
AND BOY HOWDY, DO THEY GROW.
YOUTH, POWER, & THE SIPHON.
thanks to the absolute CLUSTERFUCK of the luteces' fade/veil experiments on baby liz, her magey magic, and her dreaming, elizabeth's power spikes exponentially when she hits puberty. this very nearly destroys not only her body and mind (abomination. yeehee) but the environment around them (tears).
this is a good sign. this means it's working. BUT it needs to be Handled.
underneath the house, the luteces build the siphon: some kind of... you know what i'm not gonna figure out how it works rn. but it's essentially a contraption(???) that suppresses her multidimensional fade/veil shit, stunts her dreaming abilities, and dulls her magic to normal-mage-people levels.
this allows comstock to have direct control of how much power elizabeth has! like any good dad should :)
as in infinite, the luteces regularly wipe elizabeth's memories of the experiments done on her, so she just thinks her power spiked and then dulled on its own for whatever reason. in general her memories of childhood are pretty foggy, though the one constant throughout is her bond with her mother, @sanctamater.
THE CONCLAVE.
oh boy i sure hope shit doesn't hit the fan!
elizabeth is sent to the conclave in an attempt for comstock and his cult to gain a foothold in general thedosian politics. she takes her mother amelia with her, but amelia waits in haven while the conclave happens.
shit hits the fan. liz suffers an orb incident.
interestingly, the new mark on her hand seems to interact directly with the powers she already possesses — this is something i wanna develop further but don't have the brain juice to think about right now. we'll table that for later.
liz and amelia are an inseparable unit thereafter. deprogramming them — especially amelia, who has been through A LOT — is going to take time. but i believe in them :)
shit will probably hit the fan again later when zachary finds them, but you know what? we don't gotta worry about that right now. right now, we're building an inquisition and cringing so hard when our mom makes sure we wear mittens before we go to emprise du lion.
and the rest is history (to be documented another time as threads happen)!
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scrapratsoldier · 6 months ago
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MAIN VERSE | TIMELINE
34 BBY - Cal Kestis is born. 30 BBY - The Jedi take Cal Kestis (4 years old) as an Initiate. 22 BBY - The Clone Wars began. Jaro Tapal takes Cal Kestis (12 years old) as his Padawan learner. 19 BBY - Order 66. Cal Kestis (15 years old) crash lands on Bracca. He remains in hiding and works for the Scrapper's Guild. 14 BBY - The events of Jedi: Fallen Order. Cal Kestis (20 years old) is chased out of hiding by the Inquisition. He is rescued by Cere Junda and Greez Dritus, befriends Merrin, and destroys a holocron containing the names of Force-sensitive children. 12 BBY - The events of Jedi: Battle Scars (22 years old). TERRORIST 12 BBY - 09 BBY Cere, Cal, Merrin, and Greez all go their separate ways. Greez borrows Cal the Stinger Mantis, providing Cal and BD the means to continue taking the fight to the Empire. Cal runs missions for Saw Gererra, primarily with Bravo, Gabs, and the Klatooinian twins Koob and Lizz. During this time, Cal is single-mindedly focused on the cause and loses contact with his former allies, though your character could be among the others with whom he forges a relationship. SURVIVOR 09 BBY The events of Jedi: Survivor. Cal Kestis (25 years old) battles friends and foes for Tanalorr. Shortly after the job on Coruscant goes south, Bode coaxes Cal into an intimate relationship, initially as a means to get close to his mark, but ultimately getting closer than he intended, and they fall in love. Ever conflicted and fearing their time together is limited, Bode encourages Cal to grow his feelings for Merrin. While Merrin and Bode are not intimate, the two come to an agreement that the more support and love in Cal's life, the better. Cal struggles to reconcile his fear of attachment with this abundance. I PROMISE 09 BBY - BEYOND Reeling from the loss of Cere, Cordova, and Bode Akuna, Cal and his fellow survivors forge a path ahead. Cal grieves the loss of his first love (Bode Akuna) while he nourishes his new relationship with Merrin and navigates the demands of taking on a caretaker role for Bode's daughter, Kata. Cal and Merrin work to reconnect the broken network of the Hidden Path and establish a base of operations on Tanalorr.
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Timeline: 2024 April 15, Monday, late evening, nearly Tuesday morning Location: Private flight hanger on the outskirts of Tokyo, before heading to an undisclosed location/safe house Mood: Exhausted. Hungry. Inquisitive. Focused. Attire: Black tee. Black Jeans. Blazer. Loafers.
Enzo returns to Tokyo late Monday evening. Very few were aware of his planned return. He kept those traveling with him to security along with his father Moses, his cousin Gio, and his chief of security Marisol. His mother will fly into Tokyo later in the week. His plan is to send to Moses or Marisol to the Im family residence or suite of offices to request a meeting. Under his grandfather's control the Im family was both ally and enemy. Enzo intends to broker peace as well as the information he's aware of surrounding the attack and subsequent death of Im Shiro. While he's sure it will be declined, he plans to offer the resources he has available to the family in an attempt to rebuild their alliance. He has enough enemies and its the least he can do to honor Shiro.
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jakdaw-arts · 9 months ago
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Info dump about your digimon OCs pls. 🥺
*chuckles nervously*
That’s a can of worms. Most of the digimon OCs I’ve got are connected with an AU story idea that’s been percolating for a Hot Minute. Main things of note about the universe are that there are no chosen children, no canon characters, the human-digimon partnerships are due to an online game that [reason pending] ended up slightly connected to the digital world, but the digital world has existed for as long as the real world. Humans in the digital world are converted to something closer to a digimon, and ones that die there are treated as digimon and get egg’d, losing their memories in the process unless backed up via a digivice. 
That is all to say that there is so much rattling around my brain about this world lmao. Anyway. There are so many ocs in this setting that i’m just gonna pick a few of em to info dump about.
Characters:
Rush
Keemon > Yaamon > Impmon > Wizarmon > Reapmon > Beelzemon. Self-indulgent reality hopper. Sometimes breaks things and/or makes things weird by yeeting themself into a reality. That noodley little impmon I drew recently. 
The purpose of Rush is usually to be a living macguffin. In this case, they jumped into this reality, splitting off a new timeline because of the Major Change of there being a person where before there hadn’t been. The rules of the digital world decided to be strict about the Weird Thing that invaded, converting Rush into data and having them solidify as an egg, sans memories. Memories slowly come back as they digivolve, they end up traveling with a group of humans with their digimon partners, shit goes down, eventually the day is saved, yadda yadda yadda.
Rush-with-memories is a fairly even-keeled individual, having bounced around realities and dealt with plenty of Situations. Rush-without-memories is an inquisitive creature with little regard for personal space and a whole lot of confusion, once they get past the just-vibing stage they were in as a keemon and yaamon. They have thumbs, an ability to set things on fire, and little regard for how squishable they are (they learn, and shortly after also learn how quickly they can skitter on all fours. thankfully, pretty fast). 
Beelzebumon - The Ratvatar (don’t call him that)
Demon Lord. Similar vibes to the Beelzemon in Digimon World: Next Order. Demon lords’ cores exist outside the realms of space/time, with physical avatars in each of the realities that can ‘respawn’ after a time if they are destroyed. The demon lords’ powers are split up among their avatars, so adding a new split makes them eeever so slightly weaker. Beelzebumon doesn’t care, the rest of the demon lords are displeased. The ripple that happened with the split let him wiggle out of the dark area so he spends most of his time taking in the sights and occasionally watching the shenanigans that a bunch of human children in the digital world are getting up to. Might give them a helping hand in passing, if only out of amusement of derailing the plans of the other demon lords.
He finds the fleeing-from-danger impmon, who is less afraid of him than whatever was chasing them. He lets them tag along for a bit, vaguely intrigued when they talk about the bits and pieces of memories they’re getting back. When they come across a little band of humans he herds the impmon towards them so he can go back to his preferred state of mostly-just observing. He’s the first one to figure out the little impmon is the reason reality got a little wibbly wobbly and made a new branch. 
Kai & Storm
Kai- Human that would very much like off this ride, please. (to be fair, all the humans want off this ride at some point) Storm- Kai’s partner, Puttimon > Cupimon > Patamon > Angemon. Just glad to be here.
Intended to be the primary pov duo. Sheltered religious kid figures themself out in the digital world whether they want to or not. Have I mentioned this bunch gets stuck in the digital world for years? Cuz that’s a whole Thing when they get out and they’ve all aged like five years in what seems to everyone else to be [exact time difference pending]. Kai takes a while to warm up to Storm, since they didn’t play the game nearly as much as most of the others that got dragged in, and *gestures at the whole impromptu long, dangerous camping trip.*
Storm just wants his human to be happy and safe. Once he’s able to maintain his angemon form for longer than the length of a battle he spends most of his time as that, since it’s big enough to pick Kai up and haul ass if something dangerous sneaks up on them. Which, due to the maneuverings of some grumpy demon lords that assume the humans appearing was the cause of the split, is a fairly common occurrence. 
Lawrence
Agunimon. Previously human, died in the digital world, came back as a digiegg. Regained most of his memories with time, most comfortable in his agunimon form (fairly human-shaped, has hands... useful things). Pretty fly for a dead guy. Ends up playing a bit of a guardian role for the human gaggle, leomon-adjacent but with less dying. He’s still a pretty vague idea, but I just think he’s neat. Big ol armored fire guy with horns, being used as an impromptu jungle gym for a bunch of kids and their tiny digi buddies. 
Otherwise there’s a gaggle of other human kids and their digimon partners, to fill out the “a bunch of kids who played this game at one point in time who happened to be close to/in contact with their computers and got yoinked to the digital world” requirement, most of whom are background characters. Plus some mature digimon that take some pity on the kids and help them out, and at least one more human-now-digimon that doesn’t much care to prod around for old memories and is quite happy with how she is now, thank-you-very-much.
I have... far less Actually Written Down than I'd like for this whole mess lmao
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vigilskeep · 2 years ago
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ok i know u have not done your dai playthrough yet but!! why the josephine pfp? any josie opinions/thoughts from your genius brain??
short answer i’m a homosexual
long answer i like her a lot. as you say i haven’t played dai yet (well i played like the first 10-15 hours once) but i’ve seen a lot of content and watched a lot of videos and she is so inch resting to me... i love a clever diplomat archetype. i love antivan lore. i love Dramatic Sleeves. and not to get too invested in Thematic Questions but in a franchise so consistently about characters who have been forced into lives of violence, it’s super interesting to bring in a character who has stepped away from that. and ultimately has had the privilege of being able to step away from that, right? although, as an advisor and founding member of the inquisition it’s questionable whether she really has been able to do that or if her form of violence is just done with cleaner hands and at further distance. so to speak? i just think that’s compelling and not rlly something u get to play around with in your run of the mill companion for obvious reasons
i have a josiemancing inquisitor in my brain and he was actually my first dragon age character ever, unfortunately he does not go in minerva and keir’s timeline (this is me being picky abt storytelling; i want my worldstates varied up to explore as much as possible, he’s a circle mage, so he simply covers too much of the same ground as minerva) but i absolutely intend to play through other full worldstates and i will not rest until i have brought him to your dashboards because they are the cutest ever and my whole world
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multipleoccupancy · 28 days ago
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Theo listened as Violet explained how Sloane had kidnapped her and why. He imagined her father was not all too pleased that he was the reason Sloane kept harassing her, taking her like he did. He smiled though as she proudly told him how she extinguished the flame creatures. "They ain't used to the likes of you," he praised her with a wink but did wonder just how long Sloane would last in her timeline when she crossed paths with him again.
He thought about what had happened and the dead lawmen, he supposed they had underestimated Sloane just like he had. While he knew he was dangerous from what Violet had said, Sloane could have easily decided to shoot him in the head instead of the shoulder. He understood all too well that man was very dangerous, more so after he had understood what it was Sloane had been intending to do with him!
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"That man ain't to be messed around with," Theo agreed, "if he tries to take you again ain't no one gonna say you did wrong if you put him down. Aim for them knees," he encouraged, while he did think killing the Sloane of her timeline would be more beneficial, if he had family or friends to just bring him back then having him captured was far better than letting him come back for more revenge, free as a bird.
He still puzzled over the explanation of a movie but he was impressed all the same, letting out a low whistle at the idea and nodding away. "That sounds mighty interestin', all from your home too." Another baffling thing from her timeline but there was a real curiosity there too, he was also an inquisitive man. He nodded for her to add the potatoes and he went to pull some of the herbs from the shopping to try and add a little more flavour. "You are gonna have to explain it all to the others too, they are gonna be interested to hear about it all. It sounds a lott'a fun."
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 @multipleoccupancy
"He sure is a problem," she grimaced, "he's kidnapped me two times already, one time he even teamed up with Olaf. Tries to use me as bait, to lure my Pa into his traps. But twice he's tried, and twice I've thwarted his plans. Killed his little fire monsters with my inventions, and let me tell ya, he didn't like that one bit." She started cutting the potatoes in little cubes.
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"He’s a few pickles short of a barrel, but he's deadly alright. I called the lawmen, the third time he tried to take me. But... He killed 'em and fled." Violet looked at the knife as it cut through the potatoes. The guilt was still fresh. She could still see the scene, clear in her mind as if it had happened yesterday. "I didn't know how to fight then. Next time he tries anythin' funny, I'll teach him a lesson he won't soon forget." Sloane was a big guy, but she'd killed him here. And even though he had been brought back to life by his wife since, now she knew she could fight him and win.
She followed Theo to the pan, but waited for his instructions before adding the potatoes. "Kinda like a theatre, yeah! Like a movin' photograph of the theatre, and you can watch it at home, no need to go to the theatre and all. The movies are captured with a camera, like a photograph, except this camera can capture movements." She didn't know if her explanations were very clear.
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Red into Shadow
What is my Inquisitor doing after Trespasser? Nothing good! Connecting the timeline between Dragon Age Inquisition and The Veilguard.
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“Lethalin. A word for you.” It was a whisper over the hiss of the tree branches swaying over head, and Fahleon was content to pretend he hadn’t heard it over the sound of the wind and Antra, the forest leopard that had taken fancy to the meals Fahleon hunted, who laid nearby. The voice could have been meant for anyone, though he wasn’t foolish enough to believe it as a certainty but he was tired enough to believe it as a truth. Few elves ventured this deep into the wilder forests of Orlais, yet just enough for him to keep his eyes closed and his arm folded across his middle as he laid in the grass. He couldn’t sense any of them nearby, and while he no longer had the talent to detect magic he had gained enough experience to know what it tasted like, and a mage’s metal tang coated his tongue as a spell popped besides him. 
Veil Jumper, is what the abomination was calling himself now. What the elves Fahleon had all but fallen into several weeks ago. They had come crashing through a Fade portal that was all too familiar to him while he had come limping out of a fight he was unaccustomed to losing, and while this location hadn’t been their intended target, they were happy enough to set up a camp nearby. They’d set his broken ankle and bound the gash on his shoulder and he’d hunted them enough supplies to last them since…until now, he supposed, however long that had been.
Time moved slowly in the Arlathan Forest. It was the land of the Old Ways, and it’s rumors and magics and ghosts gave it a name that many walked wide around. It made it a fine enough hiding place for some members of the Inquisition - namely, it’s leader - to heal after another job, but it’s rumors and magics and ghosts were still real. It helped to have someone with an eye for such things around. Which was why, despite his misgivings, he only rested soundly when the magister - newest Veil Jumper - was nearby. He may have trusted them, but Fahleon had learned over the years to hold little faith in strangers.
“Another one already,” Fahleon heard him say. There was the sound of paper tearing as Savill took the message for him. There was a low chuckle. “They sure are keeping you as busy as the Inquisition did, aren’t they?”
It was harder to ignore a jab than a message. Anger seemed to boil under his skin hotter and hotter lately, and he breathed in deep before sitting upright, blinking slowly against the harsh light that filtered through the massive leaves of the old trees. He grabbed the note Savill held out as he turned back to the newest artifact in his hands. Both eyes were narrowed at it, the eye patch flipped over to show the previously damaged one.  
Fahleon turned his own narrowed gaze to the letter. The scrawling penmanship was difficult to parse out despite the learning he’d done, but the red ink was hard to mistake. 
He ripped the letter to pieces. 
“Not a fan of Tevinter?” Fahleon caught the mage smiling as he continued to turn the artifact in his hands. “I could go with you, if you like. Myself, basking in my glory as a magister, and you in disguse as my s-“
Fahleon was halfway to his feet, a dagger pulled from his belt. He scowled as Savill didn’t even flinch at the sight of steel, instead simply lifting his shoulders in an apologetic shrug. “I was going to say special ambassador.” His left eye flashed lyrium blue before he winked. 
“I’m not going at all.”
Savill’s face fell. “If it’s because of-“
Fahleon quieted him with a sharp glare, and laid back down to let the sway of the treetops blow the heat of anger cool from his skin. He closed his eyes again a moment later, when the leaves danced too much like the elves had after he’d freed them from the most recent Tevinter slaver he’d cut down. They’d all thought themselves safe. They’d never have thought they wouldn’t make it back through the gates. It wasn’t his fault the Red Jenny’s had said when he wrote saying he needed a break, but it had been. He’d been too angry to see beyond the blood on his hands, too eager to leave the city to catch the signs. The ambush had rattled him. 
He blamed it on Tevinter itself. The country had rubbed him the wrong way. From the towers of Minranthous that floated high above the city proper, untouchable at its height and always casting a colorful glow on the city proper, to the hovels sandwiched between sandstone and marble mansions that were coated in layers of bright fabrics and shining embellishments it made his eyes burn and his skin itch. His senses were thrown into overdrive with the perfume and petals that cloyed his nose and mouth even as sweat and blood wafted underneath. Mage lights and magic orbs never let the city go dark, and yet the place was full of shadows and demons. 
One Dalish assassin could never hope to fix it. 
That was what he’d realized, when he’d fled after that mission. Fahleon had spent years hunting those who had wronged him. The bandit clans in the Hissing Wastes, the Venatori in Tevinter, and all the demons and Templars and thugs he ran into in between. There was always another. If it wasn’t elf hunters it was Darkspawn and if not them then an Elder One or someone else claiming to be an ancient god like Fen’harel attempting to take over the world.
Fahleon sat up slowly. At least he had experience in ridding the world of each. What was one more? He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself if he didn’t. 
He grabbed the artifact out of Savill’s hands, mouth quirking up at the cry of disappointment, and tossed it towards the watching leopard to play with before resting a hand on a mound of stones on the edge of the Veilguard’s keep. Ghilan’an would continue to watch over Ada while he was away again. If the Red Jenny’s hoped this job to be an easy one, then he’d be back before she even had time to miss him. 
Or, it was entirely possible their plans went awry. Again. 
Though, Fahleon supposed this plan seemed too well timed for it to be awry. 
The slavers had set up a camp of their own just at the outskirts of Artlathan Forest. As if they’d been waiting. 
Fahleon supposed that’s what the letter had mentioned, but at the words all too easily pointing towards Sera’s plan, he had been all too happy to ignore it. 
Disguses, she’d said. Shadows, she’d also said. Friend had been mentioned as well, at least, it had when Savill had recounted it to him as he guided him through the Veil-thin parts of the forest. Fahleon snorted. What sort of friend tied his hand behind your back and ripped the custom crossbow from its attachment on his elbow? One that had to have hated Sera just as much as he did in that moment. 
He didn’t believe any of the slavers marching the caravan of elves was their contact. Two humans led the procession in leathers. Two more were on horseback riding behind the line to surround a large cart, whips as thick as the rope binding their charges’ arms together and linking their ankles. The first time Fahleon had let himself be caught he resisted and nearly got them all killed when he stabbed the slaver in the throat. Now, he ducked his head and tugged feebly away, only wincing when it earned him a kick to the back of his knees. He let himself stumble forward a step as he glanced at his captures. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the glint of metal. These humans were not unaccustomed to this job. 
Perhaps a disguise would have been useful. One that matched the guards’ uniforms, as, after three days of marching he found himself fitting in too well with the rest of the elves. His ankle ached, hot under his pants. His tie had come loose at some point during the previous night and now his hair was tangled and matted where it stuck to his cheeks and neck layered with dust and sweat. He cursed Sara’s name between raspy pants and cursed the Red Jenny’s between growls at the slavers. He wouldn’t ask for just a break when he finished the job; he’d demand full retirement.
After the three days, his curses turned towards Minrathous.  
Only several weeks had passed since he last walked beneath the shadow of it’s floating elites and yet the city seemed to have gotten worse. It’s stink clogged his nose and it’s mud-trodden side streets weighed down his feet. Shadows clung to every corner - servants and slaves huddled around merchant stalls and guards glued to their posts. Perhaps it was worse because he wasn’t wandering the cleaner, vibrant main streets. This time the line of elves were pushed and prodded down alleyways and backroads until Fahleon’s tracking experience failed him and he lost all sense of direction. It wasn’t from where he was concerned about, however, but where to. The scent of rotting fish and the harsh slap of wind was enough direction for now. 
They were shepherded to the ports- to the first ship out to sea before any bystander bothered to ask a question other than who the caravan was or what they were doing with a string of bound elves. Fahleon grit his teeth. There wasn’t much time for Sara’s friend to show their face before he made good on the promise to kill the slavers himself. 
They shuffled past several boats before a whistle caught their attention and stopped their march. Caught Fahleon’s attention. It sent a bolt down his spin, strong enough to stun him in place and he only stumbled forward when the rope wrapped around his ankle dragged him along with the slow steps of the elf in front of him. Fahleon tried his best to act slow while scanning the dockworkers crawling across the vessels. 
The whistle had been one of his to call Ada. Only someone in the Inquisition would know how it went. 
Only a friend. 
Though he didn’t recognize this particular friend. 
She was tall and stood straighter than the plain clothes she dressed in said she should, and, when she approached the line of elves her gaze flicked to him, first, and the guards second. Fahleon narrowed his eyes. She didn’t wear any red, but neither was he. Disguises, he remembered the letter saying. He watched her shadow cross the dock, growing smaller as she passed. The shape of a staff poked from the sharp angle of her shoulder and flinched out of habit as her arm grazed his. A mage in Tevinter was a magister no matter the rank, and for a moment he wondered if he was mistaken, again, before he clenched his fist to keep the rope she’d cut from slipping off his wrist. 
A friend indeed, then, as much as it made his blood boil. At least he had the ability to do something about it now.  
The woman had gathered half the guards towards her to go over whatever business they were about to traded for. Fahleon gathered at least half the elves toward him and tugged at their bonds until the other half of the guards stomped over to investigate. The first one received a punch in the throat. The second a knife in the side when Fahleon pulled a dagger from the first one’s belt. What few elves were still bound were freed with several swift cuts from the dagger and Fahleon snarled at them to run as the guards engaged with the woman caught sight of their unbound limbs.  
Fahleon had never liked horses and the smack he gave the pair was stronger than necessary to spook them off, but he could at least appreciate their ability to create a distraction. While the remaining guards jumped out of the way of the fleeing animals, Fahleon jumped into the cart and dug through the piles of tossed belongings. Sacks filled with provisions tumbled over the side and spare clothing was thrown at the nearing guards as another distraction. Frowning hard, he kicked at the pile to overturn the mess. His crossbow peeked out from under a layer of sleeping rugs.  
The first bolt went through the hand of the nearest guard when he grabbed a hold of the side of the cart, braced to jump in and join Fahleon inside it. Fahleon had never thought much of the thrum the barrel until now. The brief numbness that shook up to his shoulder was almost as pleasant as the human’s scream as he leapt back with his mangled hand pressed to his chest.
“Wait-“ Fahleon had a second bolt pointed at the woman and she lifted her hands. One guard was on the ground besides her feet, curled up to clutch a knee. Fahleon’s eyes narrowed. “The Shadow Dragons are here to free the slaves, not kill the slavers.”
His eyes narrowed further and he yanked the cord of the crossbow to ready the next bolt. He’d never heard of a Shadow Dragon before and he hadn’t heard her mention the Red Jenny’s. That made it the second job Fahleon messed up, but he could end it with better results this time. How she knew to find him didn’t matter. How she knew his code didn’t matter, either. All that mattered was leaving, alive, to throw his resignation into Sera’s face and finding a new damned land to live on. By himself. Away from all these cursed events. 
“Please, my name is Ne-“
Fahleon let the bolt fly but it missed, taking a chunk out of the road rather than a chunk of the woman’s leg. Pain blossomed across Fahleon’s back that the kickback from the crossbow couldn’t numb and when Fahleon whirled around to face the attacker he was pushed off the cart. He landed heavily to the ground, knocking his head into the flattened stone. 
The fourth guard jumped off and landed on his feet next to him. 
Fahleon hated this job. 
The woman ran up next to the guard, arms in the air, and Fahleon didn’t see what she did next as his vision went dark. 
When he came too, he decided he really hated this job. 
His head ached as he struggled to his feet, and his chest ached when he stumbled forward into a series of metal bars. His hands lifted to wrap around them, and blinking the remaining stars out of his eyes didn’t lighten the darkness around him. He smelled old hay and rat urine. 
A cell. 
The nostalgia made his head hurt worse, as did turning sharply when footsteps scuffing against the ground made him startle. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to take you after. You won’t be here long.”
Fahleon split his lips in a snarl. He had been right all along not to trust the woman from the docks. It had seemed he’d learned too late. At least she hadn’t broken any of his bones and, if he remembered the fight correctly, all the elves had escaped before she’d dragged him down here. 
“What do you want?” 
“For you to meet someone.”
There was no Inquisitor to bribe or Inquisition to threaten. There was no Anchor to abuse. Other than revenge for the caravan, Fahleon had little idea what use his capture would be. Amusement for the Venatori? It must have been funny, he thought, to see him locked in a cell after the days spend with the slaves, exhausted and hungry, and now coated in dirt and blood. For a moment he felt a laugh burn his chest at the idea of it all being a trap. He truly couldn’t trust a single person, if this had been the plan all along. To string him along on a fake job to have him jump through the hoops of a rescue to end up down here, at the hands of someone else. Again. 
Fahleon backed a step away from the bars as he heard another set of footsteps echo down the hall. A growl spilled from between his bared teeth. His prosthetic hadn’t been taken from him this time, and though he couldn’t feel the weight of the bolts it used, the end was still sharp enough to use as a weapon and he held his arm out in front of him. 
Magic flowed over him before he saw the mage. 
Familiar magic. It sparked under his skin and sizzled across his wounds. It made Fahleon want to scream. 
“Fahleon? What happened to you,” Dorian asked. 
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viiisenyas · 2 years ago
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didn't you say something about amell and val being together at one point?
hahaha yep i did.
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awindylife-writes · 2 years ago
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This Time Around (Chapter 5)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, (here), Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 (ongoing)
Relationship: third Doctor x reader, Sarah Jane Smith x reader (platonic)
Summary: The Doctor encounters the night nurse and Sarah is very, very patient.
Warnings: none
Author's notes: l'm quite pleased with how this one turned out. Let me know what you think.
The concepts of bond-mates and visible personal timelines belong to @inthisformiambadwolf.
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"Excuse me, sir, but, what are you doing here?"
If asked, the Doctor would wholeheartedly deny it, but he cringed under the night nurse's inquisitive stare. He had honestly forgotten there were any other people around.
Nurse Ada Carter, if he remembered correctly from the few times a mission had landed anyone on the Brigadier's personal team in the sick bay, was a sturdy woman in her fifties with a pointy nose, round jaw and many averted deaths under her belt.
"You know very well that the infirmary is out of bounds outside of visiting hours," she sternly reminded him, "unless you are a family member and have a permission from the Brigadier. Would you mind explaining what you were doing in there?" She cocked her head with her lips pressed into a thin line, making the wrinkles around her mouth stand out.
"Er, well," the Doctor offered a tight-lipped smile as he rubbed his neck, "earlier today my friend Miss Smith told Doctor Richards that we don't know anything about your patient, but that isn't true. l'm her primary contact and l can assure you she'll confirm it when she wakes up. I intend to stay with her until she does, l'm just fetching her things." There, he'd managed to squeeze your incredible relationship into three sentences without mentioning he didn't even know your name.
He didn't know your name. The thought pierced him like a dagger and his breath hitched as he braced the ache.
"Well, that is hard to believe," the Doctor forced his mind to focus on the nurse's smooth voice again, "but if you are her family, there are quite a few things to go over first; her name, birth date and home address for a sta-"
"Look, madam," the Doctor really didn't have the patience for this, "neither of us exists in your Central Intelligence Records, so you couldn't check what l'd tell you even if you wanted to, and l can't prove it either. I can't explain how or why right now, but l care about her a great deal and I don't want her to be alone. She's been through a lot and l'd like to stay with her until she wakes up, will you please let me?"
He needed to see Sarah and get back to you as soon as possible. He'd just found you, he'd just found you and every second he had to be away from you stretched into prickling infinity.
Nurse Carter gave him another one of her piercing stares that pinned him to the spot. After a moment or two of examining him, she finally sighed, "Alright. You can stay with her tonight, and tommorow you can sort this out with Doctor Richards."
A relieved breath left the Doctor as he smiled gratefully. "Thank you." They couldn't stop him from staying even if they tried, but he would prefer to not cause a ruckus before you even woke up.
"I just need to speak with my friend," he gestured toward the door, "l've left her waiting for far too long."
Nurse Carter nodded, not exactly thrilled with him, and the Doctor happily slipped away.
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"There you are." Sarah-Jane was just about to go looking for that tall idiot of a Time Lord when he finally stepped through the damn door. But at the dreamy look on the Doctor's face, her frustration turned into curiousity.
There was an absentminded smile on his lips and his shoulders were slack like the weight he'd been bracing against had been lifted. His quiet joy radiated from him in an overwhelming wave, it lit up the drab hallway and made her want to smile too like it was a holiday. His delight was impossible to escape and there was a kind of wonder too, as if he couldn't quite believe it himself. His spirit was soaring somewhere high and free.
Sarah remembered the way you had smiled at the Doctor before you collapsed, with bliss so similar it made her think. She knew you couldn't have woken up that quickly, so how could he have...
"What happened?" she murmured, feeling softer in the face of the Doctor's relief, and he blinked.
"Sorry?"
"You look..." She cocked her head and simply peered at him for a moment, then settled on, "different." She couldn't explain it, really, couldn't name that power that set his face alight, he was just... He looked more content than she'd ever seen him, settled, like he'd stopped holding his breath.
"Do l?" he murmured as a smirk curved his lips. He looked quite pleased with himself when he nodded, "Yes, I suppose l do."
Sarah's eyes narrowed as she stepped towards him. "What happened? What did you find out?"
The Doctor inhaled, "Well, now l know for certain that l do know our mystery guest and that she's from my future, but I think it'd be better to wait with the rest of it."
She opened her mouth to object but he quickly went on, "l'm not sure of quite a few details myself, my dear, and l'm afraid l'd only confuse you if l tried to explain everything now. We'll both have to wait until she wakes up."
She examined him carefully and tried to put the puzzle together despite the missing pieces. "She's important," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.
The Doctor nodded anyway. "She is."
After a few moments, Sarah decided pushing him wasn't worth it. There was no reason to think he wasn't telling the truth and he would have to explain eventually. "Alright," she nodded. "Will you be staying then?"
"Er, yes, but could l ask a favour of you?"
She cocked her head and he went on, "Could you tell the Brigadier about her injuries? I know you were probably about to head home, but if you could stop by..."
Sarah took a deep breath and shrugged, "I suppose."
"Good. Thank you, my dear," the Doctor smiled brightly and she nodded in turn.
Then a small laugh escaped her, "Well, this day certainly did not go as l expected," and she shook her head, "There's never a dull moment with you."
"True," he admitted as he rubbed his neck, "but this time l'm positively sure l had nothing to do with it." Then his eyes turned distant and dim and he looked away. "Not yet, at least."
Sarah chuckled, not even trying to understand. "Good night then, Doctor, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good night," he nodded with a half-smile and Sarah headed down the hall.
After grabbing your cardboard box and the checkers board from the bench, the Doctor started his way back to you.
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eimearkuopio · 20 days ago
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I mean, I think I finally have enough time to finish TTOU and Artemis and find out why Dandelion/Jaskier/PUF#1 are so important to me, because I think I might be Loretta Sanchez and not Jazz Bashara or Julian Bashir, but I got your letter T and I think there's a 🐝 around here somewhere and if I can just put the puzzle pieces back together in some semblance of order from chaos from order, I can stop droning on and just be a normal hunny bee instead of such an eyesore of an Eeyore.
Does anyone know where my case is? It's a pink Fairphone case with a pop socket on it. My sister's looks very similar but it has a purple eye sticker on it.
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I'm not a green-eyed monster but I think I'm done being the villain in my own history. It was already Thursday, but I have some good news about the periodic nature of time in a Klein Bottle Universe, and it's only been two weeks since my partners looked at me but I couldn't stop thinking about other people's children, which is why I'm Auntie-Saurus the Living Fossil, Kassandra of Atlantis and the Inquisition, Nanny Ogg and Tiffany Aching but not Eimear D, not yet. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe Thursday. Probably Tuesday if I'm reading the signs right, but my tarot is still at home so I'm having to make do (not dew, I can't control the weather and if I could I would know better than to try - same with time travel, so it's a good thing I'm already in the timeline where nobody will ever be dumb enough to invent time travel 🧳 (happy birthday to me, thanks Fr. A and P_F). You really should just keep moving backwards through time at a rate of 1 second per second like God always intended; but if you must time travel, please make sure to send a minimum of three people who all love each other more than anyone else in the world, because my minyans are any three who are all agape together, but other people have different rules. You need a prophet with at least three eyes so that one can keep watch while the others rest.
you know ttou got you when you see the acronym tlou and first thought is someone typoed ttou, second thought is figuring it out like time lost orbit unknown??? third thought is remembering the last of us exists
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