#✥ haven

[steadythora]

who?: @emissaradia where?: haven when?: after the return from the siege

It was true that Thora had been searching for something to believe in again when she met them, but even she was surprised by how moved she was by the love of two sisters. It was hard for her to explain, but in a way, it was simple. She didn't mean much to Aradia and Althea, especially when compared to what they meant to each other, and yet Thora was as certain as she was about anything else she knew. That love of theirs—that stupidly, annoyingly, suicidal love of theirs—needed to be protected, which meant they needed to be protected. And not from any external force either. She witnessed the power of two master witches with her own eyes and would never suggest they were weak, but that didn't mean they were safe from themselves.

They Joined for each other, and Thora Joined for them. She was good at fighting, but this part made her feel quite awkward. "Look, I'm not good at this stuff," she interjects bluntly before Aradia can walk off. "Talking, being all … mushy, it's not me. I'm the type to put my feelings into my sword strikes." They would be stationed here, together, responsible for Haven's defense on behalf of the Legion. Thora would respect her orders, but she couldn't keep her focus on her assignment with the worries she harbored. "Now that we're back and out of the fray, I'd appreciate if you were honest with me. Maybe I can help, because I do want to. Because I'm tired of watching people die for stupid reasons. What's wrong with you?" Thora didn't mean her question as an indictment or accusation of any kind, her interpersonal skills were just terrible. However despite not being the smartest person around her ears never lied to her and she never forgot what she heard. She simply had to know. "I already have something within me. This is just one other thing to add to the list. That's what you said before we got infected together, so I'd appreciate an explanation. Please talk to me," Thora said, speaking from a place of earnest concern.

[spawnuriah]

who?: open to anyone living in haven/passing through after aventia where?: haven when?: after the fall

Between the stress of recent events in the Borderlands and the fact that fewer returned than had gone to support the effort, Uriah was keenly aware that his pack was too close to a compromised state for his liking. Those who had yet to turn, those who didn't have the gumption to fight, and all others currently residing within Haven looked to those who maintained level heads in times of crisis. Uriah was one such werewolf, telling stories in front of a bonfire to distract the Feronia pack while also imparting important lessons.

"That was the fourth Alpha Feronia, the greatest werewolf to walk this earth, cut down on her path to supremacy. And just like with the rest, the blood around her mouth hadn't dried before she was running again. Through the woods that surrounds our home, between the trees of the forest as a tribute. She wasn't alone in her conquest nor was she alone in her victory." With the crowd drawing into his tale, Uriah suspended his pause beneath the crackling of the fire as a thump began to increase in volume. His foot tapped harder and harder until he was stomping in time, a steady rhythm like a pulsing heartbeat cut off by his own roaring howl, a howl that was returned by the wolves nearby that roamed the Wildlands. "That right there is the how and the why," Uriah points out, smiling at a group of youths who seemed especially entranced by his tale. "The wolves are our friends in times of triumph and defeat. We owe much to them and the forest they inhabit, which is why both will be there to comfort you in your time of need. So long as you don't forget what Feronia never did: there is always somewhere for you to run when you follow the sounds of howling." The crowd applauded him, but anyone with senses as keen as his would see the displeasure written on his face. Uriah was prepared to do anything for his pack be that spin distracting tales or tear darkspawn apart with his own claws. What he couldn't bear was seeing them torn apart. The applause meant people would go to bed at peace tonight, but how long would it be before Aventia's destruction found its way to the home he cherished?

[itsnotafashionstatementitsablog]

when a song has a callback to earlier songs on the same album or even songs from a previous album. that’s the good shit right there

[oooocleo]

wipes brow... these are all part of tomorrow's Big Admin Round so pre-any requested edits, but im v happy w/ them so i wanted to share fdfg

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[havenandart]

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken Remember the pact of our youth

[hira492]

AAAAAAAAA kINDA getting the hang of it!

[al4thea]

Is it a blessing or a curse to fall for a man who bears the weight of nameless sins, a killer haunted by his own guilt?

I mean, isn’t Soap the same as Ghost? They work in the same field and do mostly the same things. Just because Soap has a lighter step doesn’t mean he doesn’t have skeletons in his closet; he isn’t invulnerable to guilt, and maybe, just maybe, he finds comfort in knowing that both of them are damned to hell.

[bigmeandragonlady]

is it so discomforting to know-

[sunnymainecoon]

SOMETIMES Nightmare needs to indulge them in their mortal needs... to keep them functioning yk. But yk to be as lazy as possible just have them sleep together..

[assiraphales]

I love how this scene implies that zoro is a self diagnosed luffy enabler. like zoro COULD have gone with him but he specifically chose to stay behind. he took himself out of the equation completely and sent nami n sanji in his place. babygirl knows his strengths and his weaknesses i'll give him that

[saturdaysky]

Gale of Minrathous

Dragon Age AU where Gale is a Tevinter magister who accidentally infected himself with red lyrium. He's found a way to halt the lyrification. Mostly.

More tidbits:

Devout Andrastian with a bit of Leliana's "the Maker speaks to me" thing going, except it's "Andraste—so obviously a mage btw, I have 5000 words prepared and ready to go on this topic—sings to me, magic prodigy"

"therefore I am sure to be the one to unlock the secrets of this powerful, strange new lyrium that is singing to m—oh. golly. that went poorly"

joins the inquisition after he emerges from isolation and his former peers have all become Venatori. If his own folly has emptied the sand from his hourglass, why not spend the little time that remains to him serving Andraste's chosen?

0 moral qualms about blood magic except that all participants must be willing. All magic is neutral—its use determines whether it is good or bad

Tara is his possessed cat, who has lived far longer than a cat should, but Gale isn't complaining. who says abominations can't like chin scritches

talks about Minrathous, a lot

would break open the heavens to see the throne of the Maker, just for the experience

Final AU thoughts under the cut!

what the magisterium doesn't want you to see:

the staff that I know, deep in my heart, Gale uses and insists is artistic:

[zanephillips]

Eric Balfour as Duke Crocker Haven 1.11 "The Trial of Audrey Parker"

[steadythora]

Didn't Kari's growl warn him enough? Thora understood her intention, Eldar needed to watch himself. Her capacity to be charmed by his wit and rebuttals was limited, though she was sure there would be plenty more threats against him in the future. And not because he liked it, that absolutely had nothing to do with it. It's just, how else was she supposed to get him to respond appropriately to things? Thora threatened to think of him as dead and look, they were having an honest conversation. It worked, that's it. Besides, she'd needed some way to express how she felt about him getting in her face and getting all close like that? She wasn't blushing, she just got warm because it's always hot in Lysara but if she stopped threatening him, Eldar may get other ideas. She knew how he thought.

Thora also knew, as sure as she knew the way she was currently fiddling with her braid accomplished absolutely nothing, he needed more than that from her to keep coming back. Eldar was always wild and unpredictable, and that made him a great person to blow off steam within some tavern, but back in Iskaldrik that was him existing in the periphery. He deserved to have some semblance of an existence outside of whomever it was he was protecting. And no matter what he said, he'd need to live at least some of the time without a blade to his throat. Kari could intuit all Thora was thinking about herself and Eldar, prompting the direwolf to huff and slide herself down onto her stomach, clearly over the same old song and dance for these two.

"Gods, okay yeah I get it," Thora says to Kari as she wobbles, the drop down anything but accommodating. She sighs, then reaches Eldar's hand. "If you ever lived for longer than a few hours here and there, you'd understand that no one is "supposed" to be anyone. I am who I am and you are who you are. Even if you're still working out what that means, you don't have to try so hard. You always know exactly who you are when you're with me, don't you?" Pulling him along with her, Thora slides off of Kari to the ground, trying to not dwell too much on the fact that they were holding hands. Though she does make eye contact as she walks backward, letting her arm stretch out so their fingers remain interlocked.

"You're clever, social, but also tough. You don't have to hide here, so while yeah this entire country can go to Hel, you've got options." As if to prove her point, her other hand went for her braid blade and slashed Eldar over the face with it numerous times. Of course, there wasn't a scratch on him which was a part of what made seeing him brawl entertaining at times. And what made stabbing him amusing. "See? Use what you got and do what makes you happy. I mastered my skills to become a swordswoman, and you–" For the first time, Thora let her syphon reach out for the mana he had inside of him. As expected, she could sense it felt endless upon contact as not even she had the strength to overcome his resistance. "–you're a survivor. That has value." This was probably the sincerest Thora has ever been with Eldar. It felt weird. She may need to never try this again. But she hoped he understood her point. By living, he'd figure out what to do. And if he couldn't, at least Thora was happy to have him around.

Nothing about the two of them was easy. It wasn't supposed to be given who they were and what exactly they were. Thora was a faiman and he was a changeling that had been living in a society where they were looked down upon and condemned to the mines. To be honest, they were lucky that they hadn't gotten caught. They were lucky to still be able to even have this conversation at all. Thankfully, Eldar had been able to twist things for himself enough that he didn't even have to worry. His luck extended far past that of just any normal person. The fact that he was a changeling was unlucky. The fact that he was a changeling and his other half was a prince was the luckiest he could get. Perhaps that was why he was always so attached to Thora. He only hoped to rub some of that luck off on her. It had worked so far, hadn't it? Not that she would ever admit to as much nor would he ever say as much out loud.

There was a smile on her face that he rarely saw. If he could say anything right now, it would be to keep that look on her face. All he ever received was a scowl or a glare that could kill one thousand men. Again, he was lucky to be getting this side of Thora. "A sorry for me? Well, now I'm concerned if you're okay or not. I think you should never apologize for anything ever. Especially threatening me. I quite enjoy it." He leaned forward slightly, forehead nudging against hers for the briefest moment before he pulled back again.

It was true though. When had Eldar ever shown that he wasn't completely enamored with her when she threatened him or held a knife to his throat. She had to have known that information and yet she still did it. He considered that a win in his book. That just meant that she liked him as much as he liked her. Actually, he wasn't even sure if that was a strong enough word to encapsulate everything he felt towards her. It was easy for him to say that out loud. It was more difficult for him to express feelings in any capacity that meant more than that though. He couldn't even express sentiment towards someone he considered a brother. Thora was something much more than a friend to him, that much was a given. It was made even more prominent by the fact that she had pushed her hair back and showed him her ears.

As much as he would have liked to be his normal self right now and make some comment about how she was already thinking about him, he decided to be somewhat vulnerable with her for a moment. "I do feel similarly." He let out a sigh and looked away from her for a moment before they settled on the braid blade that she was twirling about right now. "I feel that I can adjust well to any situation, but being here is...draining." He looked down at where his hands had settled upon Kari's fur. "I don't think I know who I'm supposed to be. I don't think I ever have." Thora was a Blademaster. She had made a name for herself. What had Eldar done?

[ithinkimightbeagoose]

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