#Eir stealing

[skaald-of-the-hearth-fires]

Would it have been better for Braham if he'd had a good relationship with his mom? Absolutely! But, by the Spiritd, that doesn't mean she has to be demonized for how things played out!! Ugh!!!

Man the Eir being a bad mom thing, I don’t know lore but did she actually for real abandon Braham? Or is this that weird “mothers should stay home with their kids and never live their lives outside their offspring” shit? I just don’t know enough about it and get weird vibes from the anti-Eir arguments

And aside from that, even if she did do a bad thing, I feel like Eir definitely gets more hate for being a shit mom than absent adventurer dads ever do

[bosenmorii]

Roommate and i were chatting while i played powerwash simulator and we kept circling back to oosaki working as a power washer

[lemonnsss]

Moral of the Story: Chapter 9

A/N: Sorry I took so long posting this, a family friend got diagnosed with terminal cancer and my grandpa died soooo… coping with humor right now.

Feedback is always appreciated!

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Steve and I walked onto the bridge. Three people stood out, with no sign of Tony.

"I see you found the runaway," the red-haired woman spoke.

"They weren't too far off. Only the other side of the plane." Steve replied, an air of laughter in his voice

"Well, it wasn't intentional," I said, perhaps a bit too defensively.

"At least I'm not the only one getting lost." A brunette man commented.

"Guess not. Oh- I'm Mr. Stark's secretary, Mx. Eirsson, Kyrie Eirsson."

"Eir? So you are a healer, no?" The tall blonde said expectantly.

"No, not really." I'm starting this off with a lie, lovely.

"Ledan Eirsson, I am Thor, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard." He extended his hand, a warm smile on his face.

"Prince...?" I worriedly glanced at Steve.

I looked back when Prince Sunshine over there started laughing, "Yes, although I would prefer if you called me Thor, just Thor."

"Pleasure to meet you, Thor."

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder, "That's Natasha," he gestured to the redhead which she promptly responded to with a curt smile, "she doesn't talk much."

And then there was one. He didn't notice until Natasha nudged him in the side.

"Oh, um. I'm Dr. Banner."

"Pleasure to meet'cha, Doc." A sound came from under the table, Steve quickly found a tablet with what seemed to be live footage from Loki's cage.

By the time I heard the first comprehendible piece of what Fury was saying my attention was grabbed by the hatch underneath Loki's cage being opened.

"Thirty-thousand feet down in a steel trap. You get how that works?" Fury closes the hatch with a press of a button on the control panel.

Fury outstretched his arm, gesturing to Loki, "Ant," then pointing to the control panel, "boot."

Loki smirked, "It's an impressive cage." he looked into the camera, "Not built, I think, for me."

"Built for something a lot stronger than you."

"Oh, I've heard."

The doctor seemed very tense, for what reason- I didn't know.

"The mindless beast, makes play he's still a man." Loki sauntered towards the camera, "How desperate are you that you call upon such lost creatures to defend you?"

“How desperate am I?” Fury set a hand on his hip, agitation growing in his voice, “You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can’t hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill ‘cause it’s fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.”

“Ooh. It burns you to come so close.” Loki began taunting Fury, “To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power.” Loki smirked into the camera, “And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is.”

Fury forced a smile, “Well, let me know if ‘Real Power’ wants a magazine or something.”

Our room falls into an uncomfortable silence.

Fury walked away saying, “Well, let me know if ‘Real Power’ wants a magazine or something.”

“He really grows on you, doesn’t he?”

"Loki's gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what’s his play?”

Thor seemed distant as he responded, “He has an army called the Chitauri. They are not of Asgard or of any world known.” The Prince walked back to the table, “He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect for the Tesseract.”

“An army? From outer space?” Steve seemed to question what the fuck he’d been dragged into.

“He’s building another portal. That’s what he needs Erik Selvig for.”

Erik who?

“Selvig?” Why does Thor recognize this guy's name?

“He’s an astrophysicist.” The doctor explained.

“He’s a friend.” Thor asserted.

“Loki has him under some kind of spell, ”Natasha looked away, “along with one of ours.”

She really does speak. More importantly, she’s familiar with the agent Loki brainwashed.

“I wanna know why Loki let us take him.”

“I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him.” Banner was pushing it.

“Have care how you speak.” Thor said, anger rising in his voice, “Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother.”

So the Prince is a himbo with a temper, good to know.

“He killed eighty people in two days.” Oh.

“...He's adopted.” Ah, yes. That changes everything.

“Does he pose any threat? Just because he’s in a cage doesn’t mean he’s harmless.” I didn’t know if I’d just asked a dumbass question but it’s better to ask than have that as an unknown variable.

“No. There’s no way out from the inside, besides that, it’s built to withstand more than he can throw at it.” Natasha answered, seemingly knowing more than the rest.

“Iridium, what did they need Iridium for?”

Tony walked in, “It’s a stabilizing agent. Oh, Kyrie, been lookin’ for ‘ya.”

“Hey, Tony. Coulson?!” I got up and walked over to them, a beaming smile plastered on my face, “I had no idea you’d be here!”

Phil placed a hand on my shoulder, “I would have let you know if I had a way to contact you.”

“Guess I’m chopped liver.” Tony feigned hurt, before whispering the next bit, “Anyways, I’ll fly you there. Keep the love alive.” He spoke at full volume again, “Means the portal won't collapse on itself, like it did at SHIELD. No hard feelings, Point Break. You've got a mean swing. Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants.”

Tony walked over to what I can assume is Fury’s position on the Bridge, “Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the topsails.” The crew looked at Tony like he’d grown a second head, “That man is playing GALAGA! Thought we wouldn't notice. But we did.” Tony covered one eye and looked around, “How does Fury do this?”

“He turns.” A female agent responded.

I looked at Phil, a light whisper escaping my lips, “Who is she?”

He leaned in, “That’s Agent Hill, sh’s Fury’s right hand.”

“Mhm… thank you.” I gave him a small smile.

Coulson grinned in response, “Never a problem.”

“Well, that sounds exhausting,” Tony said in the most annoying voice he could get away with. “Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty much easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube.”

Agent Hill spoke again, “When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?”

“Last night.” That I could attest to, “The packet, Selvig's notes, the Extraction Theory papers.” It’s always funny when Tony speaks seriously, most of the time I forget he’s a genius, “Am I the only one who did the reading?”

“No, you made me read them too.” I said with a pointed tone.

“Anyone else?” Tony said practically ignoring my comment.

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?”

“He's got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.“

Ah, yes, words.

“Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.”

“Well, if he could do that he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet.”

Wow, those two were made for each other.

“Finally, someone who speaks English.”

Steve looked around, “Is that what happened?”

Tony and the doctor shook hands, “It's good to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

Banner looked down, “Thanks.”

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him.” Fury says as he walks in.

“Let's start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.” Steve had an obvious bias and curiosity.

“I don't know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I'd like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

“Monkeys? I do not understand-”

“-I do. I understood that reference.” Thor was cut off by Steve, obviously excited by the fact he understood some of our jargon.

“Shall we play, Doctor?” Tony asked.

“Let’s play some.” Banner responded.

After I waved to Phil I followed Tony and the doctor out of the bridge, hoping to not get lost again.

I had been sitting in a spare chair in the “Science Bro’s” lab for what felt like an eternity. Man, I regret not taking advanced science courses in uni.

“The gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig's reports on the Tesseract. But it's gonna take weeks to process.” Bruce, as I had learned, said.

“If we bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, we can clock this around six hundred teraflops.” Tony replied.

The two of them had gotten into a groove. The sounds of the machines whirring in the background made great background noise, so I couldn’t really complain.

“All I packed was a toothbrush.”

“You know, you should come by Stark Towers sometime. Top ten floors, all R&D. You'd love it, it's candy land.”

“Thanks, but the last time I was in New York I kind of broke...Harlem.”

“Well, I promise a stress-free environment. No tension. No surprises.” Tony said as he poked Bruce with a mini-taser.

“OW!!”

Tony studied Bruce for a reaction, “Nothing?”

Steve walked in, “Hey! Are you nuts?”

Tony ignored Steve,” You really have got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?”

“Is everything a joke to you?”

“Funny things are.”

“Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny.” OH, HE DID NOT, “No offense, doctor.”

“No, it's alright. I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things.” God bless Dr. Bruce Banner.

“You're tiptoeing, big man. You need to strut.”

“As someone who used to work with far more dangerous people, and teach them too. I concur.”

“Kyrie?” Steve sounded surprised, “And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark.”

“You think I'm not?” Tony pulled out a bag of blueberries from god knows where. “Why did Fury call us and why now? Why not before? What isn't he telling us? I can't do the equation unless I have all the variables.”

“You think Fury's hiding something?”

“He's a spy. Captain, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets. It's bugging him too, isn't it?”

“Can’t argue with Tony this time.”

“Uh...I just wanna finish my work here and…” Bruce fell silent.

“Doctor?”

“‘A warm light for all mankind’ Loki’s jab at Fury about the cube.”

“I heard it.”

“Well, I think that was meant for you. Even if Barton didn't post that all over the news.”

“The Stark Tower? That big ugly,” Tony shoots Steve a glare, “...building in New York?”

“It's powered by Stark Reactors, a self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for what, a year?” Bruce turned to Tony.

“That's just the prototype. I'm kind of the only name in clean energy right now.”

Bruce looked back at Steve while pointing to Tony, “So, why didn't SHIELD bring him in on the Tesseract project? I mean, what are they doing in the energy business in the first place?”

“I should probably look into that once my decryption programmer finishes breaking into all of SHIELD's secure files,” Tony mentions offhandedly.

Steve looked shocked, “I'm sorry, did you say...?”

I let out a breathy laugh, “Yup, it’s at least a weekly occurrence.”

“Jarvis has been running it since I hit the bridge. In a few hours we'll know every dirty secret SHIELD has ever tried to hide. Blueberry?”

“Yet you're confused about why they didn't want you around?”

“Oh, no. He’s fully aware, he just finds it funny.”

“An intelligence organization that fears intelligence? Historically, not awesome.”

“I think Loki's trying to wind us up. This is a man who means to start a war, and if don't stay focused, he'll succeed. We have orders, we should follow them.”

“Following is not really my style.” Tony ate a mouthful of blueberries.

“And you're all about style, aren't you?” Steve said, smiling.

“Of the people in this room, which one is; A. wearing a spangly outfit, and B. not of use?” Tony retorted.

“Steve, tell me none of this smells a little funky to you?” Banner tried to push Steve to think.

“Just find the cube.” Steve said before he walked out.

“Well, that went splendidly.” I laughed from my seat. The benefits of being a third party.

“That's the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn't have kept him on ice.” Tony looked over at me only to be met with a glare.

“The guy's not wrong about Loki. He does have the jump on us.”

“What he’s got is an ACME dynamite kit. It's gonna blow up in his face, and I'm gonna be there when it does.”

“And I’ll read all about it.”

“Uh-uh. You’ll be suiting up like the rest of us.”

“Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare.”

“You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart.”

“And I knew a kid who could turn himself into a nuke.” Both of the men in the room looked at me, confusion written all over their faces.

“O-kay? Moving on. But you can control it.”

“Because I learned how.”

“It's different.”

“It doesn’t have to be. Not forever at least.” I tried to add, though they seemed to be stuck in their own world again.

“Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have killed you.”

“So you're saying that the Hulk... the other guy... saved my life? That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?”

A moment passed, “I guess we’ll find out.”

“You might not like that.” Banner sounded scared, scared of himself and scared of whoever the ‘other guy’ was.

“You just might.” I trained Tony well.

[karlachismylife]

I woke up to a bunch of the sweetest reblogs that made me feel like I'm in heaven and a few new sweet asks, I'll get to that in a few hours cuz I have errands to run.

But we were chatting with my lovely comrades and we came up with a little bit of Ghost silliness.

So what if Ghost, due to his childhood trauma, develops some kind of kleptomania. It's just a constant urge to grab and hoard shit, because he was constantly stripped of his belongings by his dad, so the need to have something in fear that things will get taken from him, is just too much to fight. Of course he knows that stealing from the base is nothing to be proud of, but it's sometimes just compulsive, and Ghost is one very tired of fighting his demons man.

Then again, stealing from the government is okay.

Of course, no one fucking suspects him (everyone thinks it's Soap), it's Ghost, after all.

Until one day Price pulls an all-nighter in his office, probably messing with paperwork to cover up some of the corners they cut on the last mission. And so it's ass crack of dawn, he drags himself out of the office to pour himself another cuppa to finish the work.

And there in the darkness is Ghost, stuffing the fucking kettle under his hoodie.

(It's the fifth kettle this month and it's only the 10th)

Price: 😐

Ghost: 💀

Price: did you at least unplu-

Ghost: *slowly sucks the cord into his sleeve*

Price: fuckin' hell, no earl grey again

Soap (who always wakes up at said ass crack of dawn), standing in the doorway with his cup of coffee: ...fookin' brits wit' 'eir tea

UPD. If you want an actually sweet and thoughtful reading of "Simon needs to have something of his own" headcanon, I VERY MUCH recommend "Never had a thing" by @theorist-fox with a wonderful continuation of "Takes practice"

[ode2shay]

CoD X DnD Alex

Changeling origin’s vary from game to game but there is always the eir of mistrust surrounding them/their true nature. Whether it is a lineage or a recessive trait or curse, I think the effects of losing your true self in the mix is under utilized the same way that I feel that it is with Alex. Alex has been anything and anyone asked of him for years but when has he been afforded the liberty to be himself? When he defects for Farah, he allows himself his first taste of what he really believes in. Following orders and fitting a mold is easy when you can separate your idea of self from your actions, but what happens when you have been doing that for so long that you can’t find yourself under it all. I’ve even seen some theories that Alex isn’t his real name, just the alias he is the most comfortable in.

So what if it is, what if when a young boy was running from the Crown’s guards for stealing he shifted, using the bustling crowd to hide the way his skin flickered as it changed from pale to sunkissed, auburn curls shrinking to a golden crop. He was well practiced, and the busy market patrons never seemed to notice... the average market patron didn't have access to true sight. The arm that caught him by the back of his hood had shocked him enough that he didn’t fight it as it pulled him into the alley way. Staring up at the blond elven woman that now blocked his path to freedom he knew he was fucked, he eye glowed with a magic that he knew deep down meant she didn’t just see him, she knew what he was. “ It’s not often that I see someone with your kind of gift, young one. What is your name?” His silence didn’t seem to surprise her. “ My name is Katelyn, but you can call me Kate... if you don't want me to know your name that’s all right. Can I call you Alex?” Given she hadn’t pulled a blade on him for stealing yet, she could call him whatever. “ How would you like to never need to steal for dinner again, Alex?”

[jestersdlc]

>:3

.....I kind of want to give Wildcard piercings....(Or Pink...)

[umbralsound-xiv]

Prompt #16 - Third Rate

Character: Eir Age: 86 Location: Nagxia Outskirts, 1547 Sixth Astral Era Warnings: None

The uniform was ill fitting, hanging uncomfortably from his shoulders in an awkward between size that left it a little longer than he'd have liked it to. He mutely wonders if he's the first to wear it, or if some unfortunate soul before him donned it before something... Happened.

He tries not to think about it too much. Nor to look upon the many, many others gathered in some mute procession, instead staring at the floor. He'd not even been given a helmet, not even after they'd cut his hair to a length they'd deemed acceptable enough.

At least, longer than most. He wagers the barber had deemed him a woman, and at least allowed him to retain some semblance of femininity. He wasn't in any hurry to correct her. Or to speak to anyone. He stares at the shape of the shadow beside him; large enough to blot out the sun. He'd hoped he could hide in it, become invisible, somehow.

The shadow belonged to that of Blind Ox; The man who he'd already had so much to thank for, he thought, for at least not letting him be shot in the face not all too long ago. He steals a glance up, terror in his eyes, only to be returned with a small, comforting smile from the larger man. If he could remain with Ox, things would be at least easier to manage, he hoped.

But any semblance of calm Eir had managed to find in the moment is dismissed by the sound of a cry of absolute fury, as a woman in the crowd makes a beeline for him, fists raised.

"[TRAITOR!]" She screams. Eir is too stunned, too surprised to dodge fully, her hand clipping him in the cheek as he's almost pummeled to the ground, managing to backstep in the nick of time. The word she screams at him is spoken in a tongue so old it takes him a moment to realise what she'd said. The air leaves his lungs as he stares to her, terrified; he'd already put his hands up to indicate he hadn't wanted to fight.

She was a Viera, just like him. They were a rare breed anywhere in the world, much less conscripted. But men like himself were rarer still. He doesn't dare reply.

"[YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE TO PROTECT US! WHERE WERE YOU? WHERE WERE YOU!?]" Several people are now holding her back; Ox's looming shadow not far from his side, still. Eir was certain he'd never met this woman before in his life, but there was still a pang of... Something. Guilt?

He was supposed to be a Wood Warder. To protect the forest. To protect his people. Tears had formed in the corners of his eyes, though any sound or words he'd speak sticks neatly in the pit of his throat, too shaken to respond. The woman is dragged away, but the mute sting of the bruise she'd left him is enough of a reminder of the encounter.

He'd have been a poor wood warder even had he remained. He knew that well enough.

And likely, he wasn't about to be much better of a soldier, too.

[ratasum]

Cataloging some various canon differences in Tyria-432. Left out anyone who doesn't have any significant changes.

Logan Thackeray "Dies" in Arah and is generally uninvolved in the story until Leyya and Odetta get involved with the wizards, when it is revealed he was saved after the airships launched and has been in Amnytas the entire time. He is in the running for Galrath's position and has not yet ascended, since he makes a good liaison between the wizards and Kryta.

Eir Stegalkin Survives! Though not without consequences. She gets an infection after losing her leg to Faolain in HoT and spends a significant amount of time teetering on the brink, which is what ultimately causes Braham's lashing out. She's doing more woodworking now, and has a prosthetic leg she carved herself.

Zojja She spends a significant amount of time during her recovery post-HoT in contact with Vezz, one of our commanders, and still talking to her apprentices. She travels to Lion's Arch with Leyya at the end of S3, and after discovering old letters between Snaff and Uenno, she goes looking for answers at the start of EoD. She spends a year or so with the wizards, but comes back to become a councilor after the end of SotO.

Taimi Forms the Dragonwatch Krewe with Qirri in Season 3, with Qirri serving as krewe chief to bypass Taimi "not being old enough." The two were friends for a long time before that, since Taimi became Zojja's second apprentice after Qirri. The girls started dating in Icebrood Saga and wound up in a polykrewe including Gorrik and Zanthe in EoD.

Blish He does still die to Kralk, however during the "Tiny Heist," the krewe steals a backup and "revives" him. It creates a huge ethical dilemma since that Blish didn't remember anything after leaving the Inquest facility when we first met him. While they've all made up, and he IS Blish, it's a lot more complicated than that.

Ankka Survives due to Qirri's intervention, with the girl sacrificing her jade mech triage unit to save her life. It's uncertain if she'll make it, though, as her injuries were severe and she's still in the hospital under supervision.

Mabon Survives his ordeal by the (metaphorical) skin of his teeth. While he's still involved with the Astral Ward, he has spent time recovering from his injuries in Lion's Arch at Odetta's shop. He's since taken on a role researching and as his strength has returned, he's acted as Isgarren's liaison in Tyria proper.

[pinkslenderfolk]

(Ooc off screen shenanigans for the sillies, assume it happened yesterday :3)

Pink hums as ey take a sip of eir tea.

Ey'd just put Aster to bed a few minutes beforehand. Ey were enjoying the calm and quiet, glad things were as they should be again.

"We ever been on fucking platonic date or whatever?" Wildcard voice cuts in from behind em.

Pink chokes on eir tea, putting it down as ey cover eir mouth, coughing.

"I beg your pardon?" ey sputter out turning to chaotic.

Wildcard's shuffling one of chaotics deck of cards.

Pink silently watches chaotic a moment. "...may I ask when you got here dear."

Luck waves a hand dismissively putting lucks cards away and stealing eir tea.

"Don't fucking worry about it Ace, not long."

Ey give luck a flat look as the other drinks eir tea.

"I will worry about it since this isn't my house Wildcard."

Ey raise an eyebrow, unimpressed as Wildcard gags on the taste of eir tea. "My tea, dear." ey hold out a hand for eir cup back.

Wildcard huffs handing it back to em, if dice had eyes, dice would roll them. "Eugh...fuck it's mint...ya, ya, have your gross as shit tea back." grimacing at the taste.

"Thank you." ey say flatly, drinking eir tea as Wildcard plops cardself in one of the other chairs at the table.

Pink sighs. "Now...as for your question, no we have not. Neither of us ever explicitly stated any time together was a platonic date. What brought this up?"

Wildcard frowns, fiddling with one of lucks rings. "A fucking 'anon' asking weird ass questions, how the fuck would I know if we had though???" Wildcard grouses.

"The same way we decided what we have is a QPR ne m'oublie pas, fleur. By talking about it and being upfront and open."

Wildcard grumbles slouching into cards arms as card glares at em....it's more of a pout really.

"...fucker."

Pink says nothing sipping eir tea.

They sit in relative silence for a few minutes, Wildcard absently tapping chaotics claws as Pink enjoys eir tea.

Wildcard mutters something incomprehensible.

"...I need you to speak up if you want me to understand you dear." Pink tells card gently.

Wildcard growls sitting up tense as luck growls lucks words out. "Would you want to go on one?!?"

Pink pauses a moment before responding.

"...on a date dear?" asking to make sure eir understanding the other.

"Yes, a fucking...platonic date thingy."

Pink raises an eyebrow at dice. "Would you want to?"

Wildcard scowls hunching in on diceself.

"If you dont want to just fucking say so, Ace."

Pink puts eir tea down with a sigh. "That's not what I said, my dear. I asked if you wanted to. I'm not opposed to the idea; however, I'd be just as content if we didn't."

Luck slumps back onto the table scowling. "...fuck if I know."

Pink puts a hand on lucks.

"And that's alright dear, you can take your time to think about it. There's no rush."

Wildcard just huffs, tendrils swaying behind card.

"Ya, ya..."

"......may I ask now how you got in dear, I thought Daisy was out."

Wildcard grins. "Easy. I picked the lock."

"WILDCARD."

[mistfallengw2]

Okay, list of main differences in Vesska's AU:

Phlunt adopted Vesska for political reasons. Not much of a parent, but took proper care of their education and later was instrumental in a few ways.

Vesska officially joins the Vigil, but their contacts from their years spent in Lion's Arch as progeny made them also a member of the Order of Whispers by technicality.

Forgal survives Claw Island, along with both Sieran and Tybalt. Along with a series of different factors, Vesska takes initiative a lot sooner and reinforcement ships arrive to evacuate the troops stationed there just before Blightghast lands, so no sacrifice is needed there.

Due to a bunch of favorable circumstances (including Phlunt being convinced by Vesska to pressure the Arcane Council after the CoE mess and even more after the Aetherblades), the Inquest is put under investigation. They start to collaborate with the Pact (or at least not interfere directly) as part of their proclaimed effort to clean up their act, but they still manage to find loopholes to do things in secret. Events in Dry Top, Draconis Mons and Rata Primus go differently as they're pressured to maintain their deal and each new "discovery" puts them on shakier ground (especially with Vesska who has the official right to lash out in such cases).

Thanks to Tybalt's survival, Demmi survives the encounter with her father, and she is the one doing the Shining Blade stuff in Vesska's stead.

Caithe steals the egg, but she enters HoT along with the Commander, only running away out of necessity when chased by a Vinetooth.

Eir barely survives thanks to Vesska, but remains bedridden for months and is permanently disabled due to her wounds. Later finds out that Wolf form makes moving around easier, and eventually finds a purpose as a Shaman of Wolf, helping others struggling like her, as she did with Zojja (the two grew much closer as family, and they remain active in story).

Trahearne survives thanks to Vesska, but the partial link with Mordremoth being severed the way it did ends up making him his Scion. Residual magic absorbed during the ritual at the Source of Orr made him also attuned to Zhaitan's magic, which is channeled through his now-OP necromancy. However, his body was not made for such a flow of magic, so he needs to rest for increasingly longer periods of time as his body slowly changes and adapts, and eventually he slumbers for months at a time. He instinctively links himself to the Pale Tree to help it recover and make use of the magic excess, turning it into his Champion. New sylvari are more magically powerful on average due to it.

Vlast survives the fight with Balthazar, finds purpose in helping his sister as he sees her as the focus of their legacy, then ends up becoming an elder dragon along with her.

Vesska doesn't die because of Balthazar, nor ends up in the Domain of the Lost at any point. Instead, they become Vlast's champion as well, as he is the one to save them and that links them together. After the connection to him, the Commander discovers they can use any magic they absorbed (the dragons', bloodstone, and everything they've ever been hit with).

Caithe still becomes Aurene's second Champion, just as her Herald instead of her Voice (she started talking after the trials). [Current idea is that Caithe was badly wounded and Aurene refused to let her die]

The Steel warband is only captured and Cinder gets handed over to Ryland unharmed as a sign of good will. Bangar plays his cards wrong with his second, and ends up becoming Jormag's Champion after Ryland mortally wounds him and switches sides. Golden boy gets to tackle some of his daddy and mommy issues in much less destructive ways.

Braham doesn't become Champion of Primordus. Instead, Eir and Zojja manage to find Owl and they devise a plan to stop the Twins with her. Zojja puts all her golemancy and magic skills into a way to allow the Spirits to bait Primordus to the surface, while Eir allows Owl to use her as a host and they sacrifice themselves to break Bangar apart from Jormag. Eir survives the magical explosion thanks to Owl, becoming her "avatar" as the Spirit recovers (when she will die, Owl will return) and her new havroun, which allows her to turn into Owl form almost indefinitely. [They get to avenge Snaff and honor his legacy in their own way]

Vesska and Aurene have to mercy-kill Vlast while they're in Echovald, as he couldn't filter magic efficiently like his sister and a seed of Torment (like Kralkatorrik's) in him acted as the catalyst for the Void takeover. If he had been alive, maybe they could have won against the Dragonvoid, but everything started going terribly after his death and until the End.

Vesska is polyamorous. They dated Trahearne, technically Caithe (messy and fine as it is) and Braham. They also had a fwb thing going on with Rytlock (early, stops when he gets with Logan) and Canach (fun with no strings attached). Some serious flirting happened with Rama and especially Yao, but then the End happened.

[sylvaridreams]

Ultimately it's very funny to me the "character xyz did nothing wrong actually!" fans of every character that gets any degree of hate. OK. Sure. Have you considered though that it's vastly more entertaining and interesting if they *did* do something wrong though?

Said it before I think to sun and sage, and this isn't to pick specifically on Caithe fans, but-- blah blah, never ask a man his salary a woman her age or a Caithe-did-nothing-wrong fan what happened to the centaur settlement in the Silverwastes in 1304 AE! She did help do a massacre there. That's pretty bad overall.

And yet I really like Caithe! I think she's fun and interesting and she's nice to get to know throughout the game. I think these two ideas of "Caithe Did Something Pretty Bad" and "I Like Her" can coexist. Like it's great that she doesn't massacre villages anymore overall but also I think it lends more to her character that she actively participated in this brutal act than if we pretend that she's got mega girl power but only when it's convenient to some morally upstanding end, and otherwise she was just completely at Faolain's dastardly whims. Somehow!

Something about how every character needs to be morally upright and can-do-no-wrong for us to like them, and if they're not they must repent and atone and seek the ultimate forgiveness-- overall it's all very christian in nature and boring and it sucks. You reinvented catholicism is what you did. You made Rytlock confess his sins eat a cracker and atone. You shouldn't do that, he's more interesting without doing that. Personally I think Rytlock should get another divorce and kill another son. And Eir should have also had more secrets she kept, and Caithe should steal a full baker's dozen of dragon eggs from me, and Braham should actually be even worse at handling grief and take it all out on the Commander. These are all what's known as conflict in a story. And they make it sooooo fun. It's almost 2 am, are you rocking with me⁉️

[ynsvnte]

im stealing eires from you💋👹 but ilyt😍

- 🎀anon

@sincerelyrki you hear that

[alteredsilicone]

Jade Shadows spoilers but spinning ideas for my Viriverse

Jade in Nidus' colors.

Stalker arrived at the Orbiter but instead of the Operator he found Voland and Umbra who were ready to kill him but Stalker actually decided to Tell His Story and Voland was all "By the Stars, bring her here STAT" and Stalker was all "I can't" so Voland went with him back to Uranus, used parasitic link on Jade and they transported her to Artemis' Orbiter where Voland used Helminth infusions on Jade to heal her.

She regains her strength and is no longer in mortal peril. She gives birth to the Warframe baby and doesn't die and is no longer pregnant.

There, happy ending that I am satisfied with. Stalker and Jade and their baby return to Uranus and live happily ever after.

Artemis returns and Voland and Umbra tell her about the Warframe Birth and she is just all "you GOTTA be shitting me".

Artemis, Iris, Virgo and Eir go do ascension missions and when Green Stalker appears they all collectively shit their pants (metaphorically).

Voland promised Stalker and Jade he would not make a Huge Deal out of this ordeal so the couple can live in peace, but once Parvos appears and tries to steal Jade's light powers, the two are forced to act. That's how they team up with the Virisquad.

[jestersdlc]

Atropa in their disguise when out and about with WD (As her Gf and not his enemy (To the underground "public" at least))

Atropa almost never speaks at least not around others, almost EXCLUSIVELY speaking with WD directly under their breath or using ASL with eir non dominant hand

WD tends to address Atropa not by name and uses he/she/they pronouns (Atropa is fine with this and asked it to rather than they/ey like in private or when appearing as their general self Atropa)

People refer to them as "The Red Lady" or just WD's Gf/right hand since they don't give a name to be addressed as (And WD just calls them a bastard usually)

The outfit is meant to compliment WD's own as well as still be workable to get around easily if they need to fit, the gold bands on the legs are straps that hold a pair of knives but can be passed off as decorative (The nails on the gloves are steel :3)

Atropa stole the hat from WD, she used to wear it with her normal fit before but Atropa uses it now with the veil to obscure eir face alongside some illusion magic (And stealing the lipstick from WD directly XD)

Camellia has seen the outfit before and is aware of the disguise and to not engage with Atropa as usual (Atropa still wears their wedding ring under the gloves <3)

Additional note, Atropa is wearing red flats for shoes, I just didn't want to draw them /silly

[dalmascan-requiem]

Dalmascan Requiem Moments: Facades

(Vierapril Day 30 - Free Choice)

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It's not always easy to be yourself.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: none

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Another short fic of the boys being cute--and Laurent teasing Gale for a change LOL. This fic got shuffled around a few times with the Vierapril prompts, the other inspirations might be a bit obvious, haha.

Laurent steals a glance at the Viera lying on his chest. Gale was facing away from him, but he could tell by his slow, even breathing that he'd fallen asleep. So cute… He shifts his weight slightly–slowly, so as not to wake Gale up–and idly plays with a strand of powder blue hair.

How did I come to be so lucky? Laurent may not have lacked for attention as a Wood Warder, he never really knew what true affection was… at least, not until he lost it. Gale had always been there for him and cared for him–and while the village scorned Gale for being 'a bad Wood Warder', he could never come to hate him. 

After Laurent was exiled from the village, he never dreamed of seeing Gale again, having left the forest to chase him down. Nor did he dare dream the other Viera loved him… it would be far too good to be true.

Yet here they were, sharing a bed… sharing their life. He couldn't be happier waking up and seeing Gale's sleepy emerald eyes light up as the morning sun shined through the window, or falling asleep together in each other's arms.

But more than that, and more than anything, he liked Gale's silence.

Of course, Laurent knew it didn't sound like a compliment, despite him not meaning it negatively. Gale had to put on acts and facades, and sometimes he did so without even realizing it. Whether that act was to attract attention, distract someone, or gain information, he acted as someone he wasn't. And sometimes, he simply did it to protect himself emotionally. Not that I can blame him after everything that's happened…

Those rare times, though, when Gale let his guard down and was simply himself… he was so quiet. It concerned Laurent at first–he was so unaccustomed to it, he thought he'd something to upset Gale. 

Eventually, though, he realized the silence was a sign of comfort and that Gale didn't feel the need to say anything. He felt safe and content simply being, and Laurent treasured that feeling more than anything. At times, they could just lay here like this, in silence, enjoying one another's company.

Of course, there are times when Eir still teases me relentlessly… Laurent smiles as he looks down at Gale again. But I suppose we need some excitement, too.

One day, Laurent will make sure they have a peaceful life–one where Gale doesn't have to conceal his true self, where he doesn't need to take so many dangerous jobs to survive in Rabanastre.

For now, though, he'll just have to make sure they savored these quiet moments.

Laurent gently brushes his fingers against one of Gale's ears, causing it to twitch and for him to stir slightly. "Mn, that tickles…" After a moment, he lifts his head up, sleepy emerald eyes meeting Laurent's own. "I'm sorry, my love, I seem to have fallen asleep…"

"Don't apologize, Eir." Laurent strokes Gale's cheek, smiling. "You were tired, I'm fine being your pillow. Besides…" The slightest hint of a smirk appears on his face before he continues. "...it's peaceful when you're quiet."

"What…? Wait, what does that mean?!"

[athetos]

Qven is relatable because e got so attached to a character in a show that e decided to steal eir pronouns and backstory. E really said “wow I’m going to be just like em fr fr.”