#✥ haven

[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?

[ageofkarme]

who?: @studentalthea where?: emissary quarters when?: after she failed upward, don't worry karme won't tell anybody about that teehee

It wasn't edible and the addition of multiple wide-set, big-lipped magic mouths spouting blessings and affirmations in Celestial might've made the gift even less appealing, but Karme was happy to construct a cake-looking machine to celebrate Althea's success.   "I'm so proud of you! You stuck with it and it might've been hard at times but look! Now you know Celestial! Yay Althea, the greatest witch I know!" The "cake" fired of streamers and was equipped with colorful sparklers and mini firework canons to provide a celebratory atmosphere.  It had taken him years before he spoke the language at a proficiency Lady Juliana approved of, whereas Althea only needed a month or two to become fluent. Sure he was twelve at the time, Karme thought Althea's accomplishment was much more impressive than his. Borwyn was even there in the corner to jingle while strumming the dulcimer embedded into his abdomen, adding to the joyous ambiance. "I never thought there'd be something that I could teach you, and you calling on me to help was the highlight of my year—and I became a Slayer! I'm so lucky to have the smartest, most talented, and of course beautiful witch in the whole queendom as my best friend!"

[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.

[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

[bearflock]

*birb sceeching noises*

*also supportive bf in the background* ♥

[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.

[lipsticknink]

Model of the Month 2024. December:

Hannah Haven

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[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"