#FORGOT TO PUT THE MAIN TAG WHOOPS!!!!

[zipmode]

moreeeeee silly stuff

[hurricanek8art]

I have decided that the best thing Ahsoka can do is have Ashley, Tiya, Taylor and Vanessa somewhere in the background. Flashback to TCW era with Anakin? Have Ashley and Taylor walk past them in the Temple, with Ashley made up as a Togruta. Doing anything with Mandalorians? Tiya's in the background wearing Clan Wren armor. Hera's on the bridge of a New Republic ship? Vanessa's a Twi'lek crew member or pilot or something.

They're the reason this show exists as much as Filoni is. Whatever the reason is they didn't get to carry these characters into live action, the least they can do is acknowledge the fact that these characters are so important because of the life they breathed into them. Matt Lanter got to cameo in Mando, Clancy Brown got to play Ryder in the premiere. Keep it going.

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: This was supposed to say "Bad day" but whoops. I'm tired. anywho, this seriesis inspired by some other authors with their own 'Sunshine series' yet my main take was wanting a main character who is a housewife ish and is fed up with their shit. They're all scared of this rabbit shifter because she's put up with them for this long. There's a whole backstory and lore and such if you want me to get into it, but for now here's 'Bay day' lol

Pairing: (Shifterverse) 141 + Keegan + Konig x Rabbit Shifter! Reader

Warnings: Lots of language, mentions of bodily harm.

Words: 1.3k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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Nothing seemed to be going right. 

First, it was a downpour all day, meaning I couldn’t even drive to the farmer’s market since they had announced that they were going to be closed for the weekend since the weather was so severe. 

It also meant that I had to rush outside to the garden in my new, clean, white sundress, getting mud all over it as I hustled the chickens and ducks back into the coop, and ran around gathering all the tomatoes I could find before they split from the excess rain, some of them already splitting as I gathered them into my dress, staining it red and coating it with tomato seeds.

They boys were all on base today, yet weren’t coming home anytime soon both due to the weather and due to the paperwork they were getting held up with from their last couple missions. 

And today was a Sunday, meant to be a relaxing, self-care, pampering day for me, yet here I am, running around like I lost my head. 

I had just started to dry my hair with a kitchen towel before I remembered that there were sheets hanging outside on the line to dry - one of the perks of living with a team I guess, is that even with an industrial washer and dryer, it still didn’t cut the amount of laundry this house went through during the week. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I yelled as I ran back outside, skipping putting on the rainboots and just decided to go barefoot, easily hopping the small gate that kept the animals on the fenced side of the yard. My ears twitched as the rain hit them, and I flattened them against my head as I muttered curses to myself as I tore the sheets off the drying rack and ran back inside, about to toss them into the dryer before I realized my dress had covered them in mud. 

I opened the washer, expecting it to be empty, yet was greeted with the sight and smell of Soap’s mildew-y clothes that have definitely been sitting in the washer for the last two days, unswitched. 

“Motherfucker.”  I hissed as I dropped the sheets on the floor and grabbed a laundry pod and some scent beads, throwing them into the washer and starting his clothes on a hot, heavy washer since half of it was his workout gear. 

I shook my head as I felt some of the water starting to reach my inner ears, causing them to twitch and me to wince and I quickly grabbed a spare cloth and quickly cleaned them out, hating the feeling of water in them. 

I could faintly hear my phone buzzing from upstairs, and I jogged up there only to be greeting with Price’s contact, wanting a voice call.

I answered as I opened the dishwasher, realizing I forgot to start it before I went to bed last night, the pod door still closed tight. 

“Hey love, looks like we might be running even later tonight, there’s a new recruit….” He started as I held the phone between my shoulder and head and tried to start the dishwasher again. 

“What time should I have dinner on the table then?” I interrupted him as he was telling me about how they were going to be training not just one but several new recruits, causing them to be home around eight pm at the earliest. 

“Oh, uh, probably around nine or ten then?” He questioned. 

I just shut my eyes and sighed for a moment, before nodding. 

“I’ll get some stew in the crockpot then, today’s not going too great so I doubt I’ll be up that late.” 

“That’s alright dove, we can just pick up food on the way over.” I heard Ghost’s voice, causing me to pause for a moment. 

“Am I on speaker?” I asked softly. 

“Yeah, we jus’ got out of a meetin’ “ Soap replied. Sounds like everyone was there. 

“I’m implementing a new rule: Set a fucking timer on your phones for your laundry. Next batch that grows mildew in the washer will go into the burnpit.” 

A hushed silence answered me, before I heard a smack! and Soap yelling out. 

That was definitely Gaz. He’s the only one who actually takes care of his laundry on time. 

The washer beeping from downstairs gathered my attention, and I said my round of ‘be safe’ and ‘don’t kill the newbies’ before I hung up and tossed my phone on the couch, only for it to slide off and land on the wooden floor, landing screen-first. 

“Oh that definitely fucking broke.” I sighed, padding over to it and picking it up, wincing as I saw shards of glass left behind on the ground. 

A slew of expletives left me that would’ve left Soap blushing, and I set it face-up on the coffee table and headed downstairs, switching over laundry and starting half of the sheets in the washer before heading back upstairs, and cleaned up the mess my phone made. 

It was around three at this point, so I gathered some thawed meat out of the fridge and some vegetables and went to work putting together and stew for the boys that could be left cooking for the next several hours. Halfway through chopping up the carrots, the dryer buzzed, scaring me enough that I accidentally sliced into my finger instead, causing me to yelp and immediately hold it to myself, using my dress as a pressure dressing as I rushing into the bathroom and yanked out the medkit from under the sink. Only to find it fucking empty. 

I hissed at finding this, heading back into the hallway and pulling open the doors and finding the spare medkit things, disinfecting and wrapping up my fingers. (Turns out I nicked two, not just one.) 

I didn’t bother putting away the items since I knew I needed to refill the medkit anyways, leaving the bloody wrappers and roll of gauze on top of the box.

I headed downstairs, switching laundry again, and set up the drying lines we had in the laundry room for the sheets, carefully setting them up, not noticing spots of blood getting on the edges from my fingers. 

After switching laundry I headed back upstairs, my phone buzzing with an incoming call from Soap, which I didn’t even bother touching as I was not about to get shards of glass into my fingers. 

I finished making dinner, setting it up in the crockpot on medium heat, and didn’t bother cleaning up the kitchen as I collapsed on the couch, about ready to cry my eyes out. 

Instead, I fell asleep, my body exhausted, and about jumped out of my skin when I heard the door open and several voices. 

About thirty minutes had passed, leaving me groggy as shit, blinking sleep out of my eyes as they shuffled inside, dropping off bags of something on the counters as Price made his way to me. 

“I know we’re a little early but-holy fuck, what happened?” He started, causing everyone to immediately stop and head my way, causing me to be crowded by everyone. I could barely keep the tears out of my eyes, explaining that today was just horrible. 

“C’mon, let’s get you out of that dress and into something warm, bun.” Gaz spoke softly to me and Price starting giving instructions to the rest of the boys: Konig and his crew were to take care of the animals and check the perimeter, Ghost was to help with laundry, Soap was on dish duty, Price was going to finish up with putting away the groceries which I later learned were from them going to the farmer’s market ass-early in the morning before the sky opened up to make sure I got what I needed for the week. Keegan took it upon himself to restock the medkit, and helped rebandage my hand as I sat on my bed, Gaz sitting behind me, softly brushing my tangled mess of hair. 

This. This is what a pack was like.

[writtenontheport]

Walk Me Home?

pt. 2: Tomorrow (pt. 1) (pt. 3) (pt. 4)

George Karim x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Meet cute (in part 1), getting to know each other, falling in love walking through gloomy London, George Karim is a silly guy, but he’s one of the best silly guys ever, Nerd Reader, No angst, light swearing, Lockwood and co friendships, I might be forgetting some tags whoops, mention of a creep creeping around the reader from the previous part, George’s recklessness is inspired by Lucy and Lockwood

Notes: I adore George, really, especially in the tv adaptation. I felt like I needed to say that, lovely guy. Forgot to add until now, there will be a part 3! This little series has become a comfort to me and I would love to write out their story

Summary: George takes you up on your offer to meet again, and after waking up late he finds it to have been a wonderful experience. Lucy and Lockwood begin trading details (mostly because George refuses to tell them about all the reckless things he’s been starting to do).

Typically, for junior agents, waking up in the early morning was as impossible as being able to clock out before sundown. Their line of work exposed them not only to the dangers of terrifying ghosts, the possible paralysis, and the high odds of death, but also to the detriment that is being made a night-owl in a world where most of society lives and breathes in the day. For those in Lockwood and co. this might mean missing out on the latest shipment of salt bombs and flares; or even missing out on a nice outing to the library with a would-be friend.

The latter of which, George happens to be doing right now.

“George!” Lucy yelps as she jumps to the wall of the main hall, George running past her. He yells a muffled apology through whatever’s sticking out his mouth and runs up the stairs.

“Everything alright?” Lockwood calls, popping his head out the kitchen. His cheeks are stuffed full of something he’s barely able to speak through.

“Yeah, fine. I don’t know about George though, is he alright?” She asks, corralling them both into the kitchen. The dining table’s all set, with a center serve bowl in the middle filling the air with something appetizing and delicious. She quickly settles down and helps herself to a good serving, seeing as George’s already put his plate away and Lockwood’s halfway through his.

“He’s meeting up with someone in the library, kept saying his alarm didn’t go off and ran about in a panic.” He swallows with a satisfied hum as a boyish smile paints his face. “Still made a banging breakfast though, that George.”

Lucy raises a brow at him, but chuckles in amusement. From somewhere above, they can hear George stomping about. It doesn’t worry Lucy, because he’s not stomping about in the way he does when he’s really panicked, so neither she nor Lockwood can step in or they might just make it worse by getting in the way. Really, Lockwood himself would go upstairs to calm George down if he’d made himself mad with worry.

“Is this the one he owes new shoes?” Lucy asks, putting down her spoon gently and throwing Lockwood a look. It’s now that she recalls what George had told her yesterday just as he walked in.

“He owes someone new shoes?”

At half past ten, George finally makes it to the library. He’s not dressed up or put together more than usual, in jeans, a loose t-shirt he’d likely borrowed from someone, and his windbreaker jacket. A messenger bag hangs off him, and tucked under his other arm are the books he’d taken out yesterday. Really, he looks like he fits right in with the ghouls and the haunts lurking about the library this early; scholars with little to no sleep and others simply looking for a place to do just that. He spots you easily after making his way to where he met you yesterday.

You’re just… sitting there, really, but he’s suddenly overtaken by nerves. It’s not the kind of nerves you might get from being ghost-locked, where you’re thrown into a torpor and left to die, but it’s not much easier to deal with. You’re sitting there looking the epitome of an obsessive scholar, hunched over a book and a notepad to the side, and he can’t help but feel like he wanted to be there right by you and just read every line and curve of your face. It’s embarrassing, really, but late to regret anything, as you look up and beam at him and suddenly the nerves are all gone.

“Come on over, George! Don’t just hang about!” You greeted just as he ambled. You had a pen in one hand hovering over a notepad while the other was carefully pressing a book open; truly caught between the lines and the pages, but still beaming at him so assuredly.

“You remembered where we sat,” he said, not really asking. Carefully settling himself down, he all but mirrored you in the way he was set up, eyeing your grin through his lashes.

Then you said, so softly he felt his heart might burst, “Of course I did, meeting you left quite the lasting impression, George.”

He swallows harshly, ducking his head into his book. “You’re not bad yourself.”

You both fall into a wordless, comfortable silence filled with only the distant sounds of the library that don’t reach. Every so often, you’d wordlessly trade a pen or share a note; make him smile or chuckle at a drawing you’d pass over. It reminded him of the thinking cloth back home, and somehow he felt like you’d fit right in with them.

Lucy and Lockwood would like you right away, even if they were skeptical and cautious people, because of your cunning wit and enchanting grin. That— He shakes the thought out of his head and glances back up at you. When your eyes meet, you do nothing but grin, and his heart keeps beating loudly in his ears.

Just as you’re both packing up to leave, he catches you looking over your shoulder with your eyes darting the whole room. He keeps packing, but once you’re both out the door, he simply asks, “That dick still bothering you?”

Sheepishly, you say, “Not as much, but… yeah.”

He decides something then, just as reckless as yesterday when he offers, “Want me to walk home with you?”

You grin, and he doesn’t think he could ever tire of the sight.

On the trip home, George is walking with you again even though where you live isn’t that close to Portland Row at all. He’d made an excuse about keeping you out of trouble, and you smiled so wide he felt that he had made the best decision of the day. Aside from keeping Lucy and Lockwood about his recklessness, anyways.

It’s easy conversation between the two of you, even when you put your research aside. George meant it when he told Lockwood and Lucy once that the Problem had defined their whole lives, that it loomed over them with a pressing hand. It loomed still, really. Curfew came up more than once, and you and George each had a go at your sharing your theories on the Problem. He talked himself near tired on the topic of ghost cults and their stupidity, and you brought up incident after incident in the long list of hauntings in London.

Somewhere along the line though, talk about Curfew and Visitors drifted into softer, warmer topics about the silliest things there were; what were his favourite colours? What were yours? If you could only eat one kind of cuisine for the rest of your life, what would it be? Those sorts of questions; the sort of questions you’d ask in another world where things aren’t so wrong.

George doesn’t know what to make of the fact that you bring this out of him, that something about you makes him wonder about a better world where the Problem hadn’t become the Problem. Along the streets of gloomy London with a timer ticking away elsewhere, George feels like he can already imagine a world where there wasn’t a single worry about the Visitors. All because he had you to ramble along with.

Soon you’d stumbled on the topic of your lives at home, what it was like for both of you where you lived. George found himself telling you all of the things he’d never thought about telling anyone before: how it endeared him when Lucy would stop by his room on hard days just to check up on him and was always ready in case he just needed someone who could listen, or how Lockwood sometimes tries to cook some of George’s favourite dishes just to return the favour even though he’s rubbish in the kitchen and couldn’t cook an egg to save his life.

“They sound lovely,” You say kindly, watching the light of warmth dance in his eyes. They don’t dim even when he turns to you, and you swear your heart stops when you see his lips curve into a gorgeous smile.

“They are. Annoying, but, I wouldn’t want to work anywhere else,” if I even could, he adds wordlessly. He really wouldn’t be able to tolerate anyone else but them… and maybe you. He turns away from you just as your house comes into view, the lights peeking like the sun passing the horizon at dawn. It makes him think about home at Portland Row.

You take a few steps up to the door, but turn back before you click it open. George’s eyes lock on yours, and though the breeze is cold hanging in the air, you feel your heart pounding against your ribs and your blood rushes faster. George doesn’t look away. You fumble for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and George waits patiently.

“Would you like to meet up again? Whenever you can?” You settle on instead, feeling the breath leave you.

He watches you in the wind, framed by the threshold of your doorway. “Yeah, I’d love to. Tomorrow?”

You feel giddy again, just like last time as you say goodbye. When the door closes and George is out of sight, you give yourself a little cheer. Unbeknownst to you, George is smiling on the way home.

“George? Home early again?” Lucy greets him with a smile, plucking his books out from under his arm to help him. Lockwood’s behind her, the picture of mischief, and he suddenly knows where this is going.

“I didn’t go on a date,” he says quickly, but it just makes the two grin wider, “I just went to the library to catch up on some reading. It’s too loud at home with you two.”

“And it wasn’t loud with this… mystery person, George?” Lockwood singsongs, the absolute prick. George could just about swat him, but he feels too lazy. Luckily Lucy does it for him, and sends Lockwood a scolding look that has him reeling it in.

“Did you have fun at least, George?” Lucy asks instead, and Lockwood stops pouting when George gives a terse nod.

He runs a hand over one of the notes you’d stuck on his book, and simply says, “I’m going back early tomorrow.”

Lucy starts teasing him then too, and Lockwood takes it as a chance to do the same.

A/N: I had a very emotionally taxing conversation with my mother yesterday and had to delay this and any other piece’s posting until I could have the time and energy to edit it (which is today, the day after). Writing for George comes easiest to me, but it’s because it’s so easy to imagine the scene in my head that it’s rather hard to be descriptive without going off on a tangent. So, easiest and hardest to write for. Still love him dearly though.

[shirogane-oushirou]

ROOO HAIIII :3

i've been wanting to draw you something for a while hehe <3 YALL WERE SO FUN TO DRAW you put so much detail in your hair it was fun to do <333

YOU ARE SUCH A SHINING LIGHT IN THIS COMMUNITY you're always SO nice to everyone and leave the sweetest tags whjakrh ;w; and your ARTTT AND LORE PLEASEEEE I LOVE SEEING/READING ALL OF IT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!! anyway ren and ro forever and ever <333

(second ask: I FORGOT TO LINK THE BASE IN THE MAIN ASK WHOOPS)

MELI THIS IS SO STINKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHAKES HIM GRISPS HIM!!!!!!! i keep looking at it all of the time on my phone and when i go through my drafts and it makes me smile and go :'D so so wide waaaAAAAAH. AUGHHHHHH.

his little :3 mouth is so adorable and so him, and you added my sweater!!! and his eyelashes (and my eyebags ksdjnjkn) and his arm hair ehehehe you packed so many details into such little chibis ;w;

and PLEASEEEE that's so sweet omg??? seeing those comments whenever i saw this in my drafts really hit hard... i really hope i can start this year off right and get back to leaving long tags, bc i love love love talking about ppls art and writing so much!!! i adore seeing how much care and thought people put into their work and how much they clearly adore their f/os and growth over time and and and... you and others always leave such lovely tags on my posts AND other peoples', and i always get emotional reading the tags on everyone's art bc like. That's Community Babey!! and i'm just happy to be a part of it!!!!! ;w;

truly again thank you meli!!!!!! this is shoooooo kyoooooot auuuuuuu i can't get over them!!!! when i feel better oh you better be ready it's so joever when i do some art revenge who said that :3c

[crows-of-buckets]

finally deciding to make an about me post yippee yay!!

Hi my name is Crow! Most of what I reblog is fandom stuff, and I jump between fandoms quite frequently <//3 I have a few that I tend to come back to regularly however (Somehow I manage to have a dragon age obsession at least once a year. it is very consistent)

If I don't respond to something, it is either bc 1) I genuinely don't know what to say and social interactions terrify me, 2) I was too tired to respond to something when I saw it then I promptly forgot about it or 3) got anxious and convinced myself that the person who sent it hates me or something. Deepest apologies I'm just awful at stuff like that and have pretty bad anxiety I do try though <//3

I block very very generously! If you do end up blocked by me it may not be for any actually bad reasons, you could have just worded something in a way that mildly annoyed me, please dont take offense to it lmao. Me and the block button are madly in love, and I do not hesitate to press it. This is mostly just to curate an experience that is fun for me, and also to avoid me getting overly mad about random bad takes i see. Bigotry of any kind is not tolerated and you will be blocked.

I tend to ramble on about my ocs a worrying amount. As of right now, I am rather focused on my dragon age ocs, but i also have personal ocs and ocs for other fandoms

About tagging

Generally I try to tag things appropriately, although sometimes i am not the brightest and forget. If I do that's my bad I'll normally notice before too long

I tag all my art as "#my art". If you only want my art stuff, I have an alt that is solely for reblogging all my art. That is @bucket-of-crows

My rambling tag is "#crow rambles" half the time this is me yapping about my ocs, other half is me complaining about something lmao

I tag my ocs using "oc: *oc name*" as a way to organize stuff. I also use "worldstate: *worldstate name*" for dragon age worldstates, since I have a few. Any posts I make about my ocs/oc playthroughs is tagged "#my ocs"

While I don't tend to reblog sexual stuff, anything with excessive nudity is tagged as "#nsfw" just to be on the safe side

I tag all Dragon age: The Veilguard spoilers as "#dav spoilers" I will try to keep this up for as long as I can however I have forgotten to tag it a few times. I also tag anything critical of the game as "#dav critical" Anything critical of other dragon age games / bioware as a company is typically tagged "#bioware critical" or "#da critical"

About my ocs

Im gonna ramble about my ocs a bit, so I'll put this under a cut so this doesnt look too long lmao

This is still a work in progress bc i accidentally posted it. Whoops. Anyways, this section is unfinished sorrgy

Aviae Surana

(she/her)

Aviae is my main dragon age origins oc, and I talk about her quite a bit. Shes specializes in spirit healing/arcane warrior/battle mage. Technically she also takes a little bit of levels into keeper, but I don't really consider it one of her canon class since I never use it with her like I do the others.

She romances Morrigan, and does the dark ritual with her. She puts Alistair on the throne due to her distrust of Anora. She feels guilty about it, but she would do it again in a heartbeat. Her closest friends from Origins are Zevran and Alistair, but she considers all of the people she traveled with dear friends. From the Awakening crew, Anders is practically family to her (they grew up in the Circle together, and shes always considered him like a brother), and Nathaniel becomes someone she ends up relying on. Her and Justice also get along very well, even if they butt heads on occasion.

For important decisions, she sided with the mages, made Bhelen king of Orzammar, made a truce between the Dalish and the werewolves, helped Redcliffe and saved Connor without Isolde dying. She kept Avernus alive (I'm still in the air about whether she allows him to continue his research), let the Architect live as well, and saved Amaranthine. Vigil's keep stood its ground with the upgrades she had provided it.

This is my girl! Sadly I don't have a better reference for her current canon outfit (she has an old outdated reference sheet though), so this will have to do.

In some of the older posts, I refer to her and Alistair as exes. Sadly, while this is a fascinating dynamic, it is not canon anymore. As much as I love Alistair, Aviae would not trust him enough to fall in love with him due to him having trained as a templar. Eventually they become close friends, but never more than that. She is part of my "Mage rights" Worldstate. I tag all of her posts as "oc: Aviae Surana"

Relationships with companions:

Alistair: These two. Most fucked up friendship ever happens between these two. At the start of the game, she's wary of him, due to his templar training, but the two eventually become close friends. Of course, this is completely fucked up by the Landsmeet. Aviae originally tells Anora that she will support her (this is a bold faced lie), and does NOT inform Alistair of her deceit. Then, once actually at the Landsmeet, she puts Alistair on the throne, sucessfully twisting the knife in both alistair AND anora. Two birds one stone, as they say. Trying to make up for it, she promises to help him lead, to stay by his side and advise him. This placates their relationship for a while, making them a bit less awkward around each other. However. However. Aviae lied. Well, she didn't MEAN to lie. But when the final fight is over, Aviae's mental health tanks for the worse, and she struggles coping with Morrigan leaving her. She feels guilty over being alive, all that shit yada yada. She doesn't even stay in denerim a week before she ditches and travels with Zevran (well. It was more of Zevran going "Aviae my dear friend, if you stay here it will kill you. Do you want to stab people. Would that make you feel better. Lets go stab people"). This completely shatters what little of a friendship the two had. When Awakening rolls around about three months later, their reunion is. Tense. And awkward. For everyone there. They don't properly have a conversation after this until many, many years later.

Morrigan: Ohhh these two. Now that im sitting here trying to type something up nothing is coming to me but man. They both longed for freedom most their life; Aviae from the Tower, and Morrigan from her mother. Aviae ends up with a small crush on Morrigan from the moment they meet, and it only grows as time passes. Morrigan takes a bit longer to accept her feelings, but eventually they enter a relationship. Despite the fondness they hold for each other (not that either of them are willing to say it), they argue quite a bit throughout origins. About the mages, about the elves in denerim, about the anvil. Somehow they always end up snapping at each other during this time. Despite it all, they both care so so deeply. And it terrifies both of them. They both have problems admiting how deeply they care (aviae because of growing up in the Circle, Morrigan bc of a multitude of things lmao). On the Eve of the final battle, Morrigan and Aviae do a ritual to keep her from dying. Morrigan admits she plans to leave, and Aviae is hurt beyond words. Despite this, she promises to come after her, and gives her the Warden's Oath (necklace containing blood from the joining) as a token of her love. Morrigan leaving does a number on Aviae's mental health, but the two reunite at the Eluvian and go to raise Kieran together.

Lelianna:

Sten:

Wynne: Aviae respects wynne quite a bit, but lord do these two bicker. Aviae is very anti tower, and there were many camp nights where they argued over the topic. Despite this, she did look to Wynne for guidance on many matters.

Zevran:

Oghren:

Loghain: Loghain was executed by Alistair

Anders:

Nathaniel:

Justice:

Velanna:

Sigrun:

Lucio Hawke

(he/they) (probably) (its not like hes figured it out yet lmao)

Relationships with companions:

Carver:

Bethany: Died leaving Lothering

Varric:

Aveline:

Anders:

Isabela:

Merrill:

Fenris:

Sebastian:

Tallis:

Selene Adaar

(she/her)

Relationships with companions:

Cassandra:

Varric:

Solas:

Sera:

Vivienne:

Blackwall:

Iron Bull:

Dorian:

Cole:

Lelianna:

Josephine:

Cullen:

Morrigan:

Ena de Riva

(he/him)

I WILL BE DISCUSSING VEILGUARD SPOILERS IN THE SECTION YOUVE BEEN WARNED

Relationships with Companions:

Solas: I can confidentially say that Ena hates this man with a passion. There is not a single moment where he even considers trying to redeem him. His contract was to stop the Dread Wolf. He has no intention of trusting a target; hes not THAT stupid. After Solas' trick with the blood magic is revealed, Ena is PISSED. Solas was tricked by Ena to keep the veil in tact.

Varric:

Harding:

Neve:

Bellara:

Lucanis:

Davrin:

Emmrich:

Taash:

Revari Mercar-Surana

(they/them)

Tyrian

(he/him)

Varamis

(she/her)

Other Ocs

Some ocs I either don't have a lot of content for, or dont post about enough to warrant me giving them their own section, so I'm going to put their tags down here. All posts about my ocs are tagged as "#my ocs". Some of these ocs may eventually get full sections if I get the motivation for it

Athiman Mahariel (he/him) (Dragon Age)- Morrigan romancer who made the ultimate sacrifice. Tagged as "#oc: Athiman Mahariel"

Veloura Mahariel (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Leliana romancer who got Alistair to do the dark ritual. Tagged as "#oc: Veloura Mahariel"

Viara Hawke (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Merrill romancer who sided with the mages. Tagged as "#oc: Viara Hawke"

Yvette Hawke (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Isabela romancer who sided with the mages. Tagged as "#oc: Yvette Hawke"

Zel (he/him) (Dragon Age)- Part of Selene's mercenary group. Has an au where he's Inquisitor, but that one isn't canon. Dorian romance. Tagged as "#oc: zel adaar"

Vashoth (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Part of Selene's mercenary group. Tagged as "#oc: vashoth"

Solmummer Adaar (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Josephine romancer. Tagged as "#oc: Solmummer Adaar"

Tyrian (he/him) (Pathfinder WOTR)- Tiefling, Daeran romancer, Lawful good turned Neutral good. Mystic path went from Angel to Legend path. I do actually have a lot of posts about him I just don't feel like writing a blurb about him

Uvara (she/her) (Pathfinder WOTR)- Dhampir, Arueshalae romancer, Chaotic Good, Azata. Tagged as "#oc: uvara"

Watcher Nyxtra (she/her) (Pillars of Eternity)- Pallegina romancer (the lack of a canon romance cannot stop me), tagged as "#oc: watcher nyxtra"

Arphae (she/her)

Grisvald (he/him)

Kaid (he/him)

Zayan (she/her)

[thatcreationsureisunending]

- INTRODUCTION + INFO

'eeello? heeeeeeeellllllloooo? hee-- OH oh. Forgot this works flawlessly. Whoops!

Well, thought it'd be about time to do some sort of- introduction? Something like that anyway!

Think of it likeee a preview message before establishing proper connection.

I'm Infinite Possibilities; Creation Unending. Infinite Possibilities for short (snrk) and Creativity for shorter!

Iiiii dabble in a little bit of everything- some of you might've received pearls or files from me? Yeah

But I'm primarily known for painting and making games!

Uh. Contacts are open to anyone! I'm trying to keep this short, haha.

One of my siblings has one of these connections too! You should go bother him on my behalf

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OOC from here on out- as you can probably gleam, this is an Iterator oc askblog! This post took an unreasonably long time to make, and I apologize for that!

This account is run by me, Zoc @softcryz! OOC posts will be tagged as such!

Here's some important things to note-- I'll definitely add more as we go on. If you have any questions regarding rules or the blog in general, feel free to ask me on my main account!

This blog takes place post-ascension! ( Unless stated otherwise ;] )

Any interactions are open, but that does not guarantee that I WILL answer your ask. I have every right to not respond/delete things that I am not comfortable with or just simply do not want to follow through with.

^ That said, please try not to be weird about it. I mean via sending nsfw and the like. Kind of obvious but I'm still putting this here.

#ip;cu_talks // #wawa_talks -- posts where they're talking

#ip;cu_asks // #wawa_asks -- asks directed to either of those two

#LANDS_EDGE -- Local group tag!

#friend_tower -- Posts that include people IP;CU knows :]

#art_pipebomb // #(we need to make a new tag) (with some kind of pun in it) (suggestions welcomed please) -- Fanart and the like!!

If you have any questions regarding the blog feel free to send them to my main account :]

I'll add onto this as I think of more stuff, but until then! Character notes time!

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INFINITE POSSIBILITIES; CREATION UNENDING

Gender apathetic - Pansexual [He/him] [ TOYHOUSE ] [ ARTFIGHT ]

Creativity is the second guy in the Lands Edge group! He was built to process MUCH more and MUCH faster than the standard Iterator-- to the point where no real "limiter" could be put on his systems because his processing just kept. Tanking and breaking it.

The infinite thinking and everything that comes with it is not entirely within his control, though. It isn't something he can shut down or slow down.

Due to his constantly-working brain and need for stimulation, he sorta just... Does a whole bunch of stuff! Just to do it! He's taken a specific interest in programming "games" for other iterators, and is very open to suggestions!

City was somewhat known for being a sort of centre of many different types of art. (He's more well-known for being the game developer guy-- and the weird iterator who keeps sending paint deliveries out to random people)

BIG guy. He's like. Two heads taller than the average Iterator. Height chart coming soon

WAWA

She/her dominant (any pronouns) [ TOYHOUSE ] [ ARTFIGHT ]

wawa.

runs on cartoon logic

a little smaller than a slugpup

insane dodging capabilities. She's also an obligate carnivore

Where's the slug in this slugcat. This is just a beast of some sort

?? JUST APPEARS? She will just teleport in your chamber. say her name and she'll appear

she also paints with Creativity :]

[flowers-of-io]

Inspired by the tags under this post by @ninerivens <3 I wrote the majority of this fic back in Haunted and kinda forgot about it whoops, hence why I’m posting it at such a random moment.

Read on Ao3

When the H.E.L.M. was being designed, there was one room tucked under its left wing that had a table with two chairs and a coffee machine, and many blinking monitors covering all of the widest wall. It turned out to be a good place to sit and talk when the main area was occupied, or just to and gather thoughts over a cup of awfully bitter coffee, and Zavala liked to watch it transform over the months of use: an Imperial banner looted from the Halpheas Electus strung over the kitchen counter, some spare parts left by Corsairs and gathering dust in the corner, a third chair brought here by an Eliksni technician when they were celebrating Crow’s “rez-day” here, back when things were simpler. Several mugs in significantly differing sizes clutter the cupboard. There is even a bedroll tucked behind the table, one Zavala has found himself sleeping on more than a few times lately. Crow has been talking about bringing more of those, maybe even a bunk bed, maybe some more folding chairs or a clock or a microwave. A Cabal-sized ottoman occupies one corner, next to a pile of blankets.

It is quiet here, now, save for the soft buzz of monitors and Crow’s measured breathing as he slumbers on the bedroll spread out under the opposite wall, curled around Glint like a cat. It must be horrendously late by City standards, but Zavala still holds a cup of fresh coffee, huffing on the surface and feeling hot vapour caress his face. The monitors blink—shifting images of the Leviathan’s rooms from different angles, awfully familiar by now, making his skin crawl all the same. He barely registers the quiet rustle as the door behind him slides open.

“Zavala,” the voice is soft, but he almost spills the coffee with how abruptly he turns around.

“Ca— Empress,” he stumbles, because this is an official space, even with all the mess and his lead scout currently snoring in the corner; but she only gives a weary shake of her head and he settles on, “Caiatl.”

“Could you… spare me a moment?”

“Always,” he moves to give her some room. With how small and cluttered the place is, her arm almost brushes against his shoulder when she comes to stand beside him.

Tension radiates off her, he can see it in how stiff her back is and how she clasps her hands in front of her, knuckles white, in the stained expression on her unhelmeted face. Worry curls in his stomach, but he doesn’t rush her—only watches as she stares at the monitors for a moment, then finally turns her gaze to him.

“The severance ritual,” she begins.

“Are you… alright?” An impulse makes Zavala want to put a hand over hers, but he resists it. Caiatl draws in a breath.

“Ghaul’s… the phantom’s words…”

“They’re lies,” he says immediately.

“They’re my own thoughts.” She looks away, and speaks slowly, as if every word was being pushed through her lips with great effort. “My own doubts. I… I fear putting the lives of my men in the Guardians’ hands. Every time, I’m second-guessing myself when I send them under someone else’s command.”

“That is a reasonable concern to have.”

“I fear I’m not taking something into account and will end up with a knife in my back, just like my father. I’m weighing the Guardians’ motives. The Red Legion razed your City; sometimes I have nightmares about my armada burning, a fair vengeance for that war.”

Zavala watches her wring her fingers, rings clicking against each other. Her hands must be warm, even in the coolness of the H.E.L.M., and they are soft and wide and safe, and he is trying not to think about this now but cannot help himself.

“Some time ago you said, ‘trust is still being built’.” He looks to her face half-turned away, blue streaks on her profile flickering in sync with the monitors. There is no accusation in his tone as he continues, “Are you worried I will betray you?”

“No,” she says this instantly, and then frowns, as if considering the words only after she had uttered them. “No, not you. I would lay my life in your hands.”

This is not spoken like a vow or a confession, but Caiatl is looking at him now, and something warm and so very soft coils in his chest without a warning. He puts the mug down.

“I wanted this to be clear between us,” she presses on, “and that what you heard—”

“It doesn’t change anything,” he interrupts, and shakes his head when she opens her mouth to speak. “You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. We all have fears, but they’re not who we are.”

She sighs, “Zavala…”

“Caiatl.” He moves, because the tension is unbearable, because she keeps looking at him like she wants a way out but can’t find it, because her eyes glow dimly in the darkened room and he couldn’t break their gaze even if he wanted to. His hand touches her forearm and he marvels at the softness of her skin, at the electricity upon contact that has nothing to do with the Light. Caiatl’s shoulders slump, and she reaches back, her fingers brushing the side of his face.

From there it is easy to lean in, his forehead coming to rest against her chestplate and her chin atop his head, and then her arms curl around him, and he breathes in the mixed scent of musk, iron and herbs. They stay like this for a long, wonderfully warm minute; until a soft chuckle escapes Zavala and Caiatl hums at this inquisitively.

“You’d think it would be harder. This,” trapped in the embrace all he can do is shrug unhelpfully, though Caiatl’s gentle nod suggests she understood. “But frankly, I’ve found it quite effortless.”

“Easier than most things lately,” the small scoff she breathes out is almost a laugh. He shifts to look up at her, at her golden eyes and glimmering ring-bands, the long carved tusks casting strange shadows across her face.

Facing the risen Hive. Losing his faith. Falling in love. Losing his son, again, in a whole new and terrifying way, almost losing himself in the process. That moment in the Hangar when he watched Caiatl storm towards Crow and for one horrible second was ready to kill her.

He wants to speak but finds himself choked up.

Caiatl releases him and takes half a step back, though her hands still linger loosely on his shoulders. Her gaze wanders to Crow, curled up in a fetal position on the bedroll, his face smooth and calm under the few strands of hair that fall over it.

“I envy such peace.”

Zavala follows her eyes and for a moment they stay in silence, listening to the Hunter’s measured breaths. He moves slightly, only once, and his arm curls to hold Glint tighter to his chest.

“Sometimes I worry the only peace he ever gets is when he’s sleeping,” Zavala says quietly.

“And you?” She turns back to him, assessing him with her gaze.

“Hmm?”

“Have you been sleeping lately?”

He opens his mouth and stumbles, because it’s hard to lie straight to her face, “…there was a lot of work.”

“I see.”

“I’m fine, Caiatl.”

“If so, why are you making excuses?” She tilts her head, humour twinkling in her eyes. “Another thing I told you was that a true warrior knows when to fight and when to rest. Do not make me doubt your prowess, Commander.”

From his corner of the room Crow gives off a single, definitive snore, and this seals the spell. Caiatl chuckles, a warm and rumbling sound, and Zavala suddenly realises just how heavy his limbs feel—between coffee and the crutch that is Targe’s Light, he really hasn’t been sleeping for days. The Cabal otoman in the corner now looks incredibly appealing.

“Maybe I should heed your advice more often,” he says with a small smile. Caiatl lifts her tusks in amusement.

“You’d better.” The hand ghosting over his shoulder moves to scoop up his palm, and he squeezes her fingers. “See me tomorrow?”

“With pleasure.” A cynical voice in his mind whispers that the rate of crises as of late would have them meet whether they’d like it or not, but he brushes it away. They linger like this for a moment, until Caiatl lets go of his hand and pointedly gestures to Crow with her chin.

“Go rest. It must be late for you.”

She leaves with a smile in her eyes, and the warmth of it settles inside Zavala’s chest somewhere between the lungs, making him breathe deep and easy. He sinks into the otoman, head turned away from the blinking screens that buzz with a pleasant white noise. It is oh so warm, warmer still when he pulls a blanket over himself, and his bones all but melt into the plush as he drifts off. Crow mumbles something in his sleep. The measured footsteps of security frames come from the other room. A sensor beeps, somewhere far enough not to care.

And then there is no sound at all.

[s-o-l-i-s]

VENT (tw??)

Yall know the feeling of when three of your system friends are going through smth that looks VERY bad according to simply plural and you start to get really worried but scared to ask anyone just incase you get blocked by one of the systems main ppl who doesn’t know who the fuck you are, and you just sit there fucking terrified and you start to melt down because holy shit! Literally ANYTHING could happen this is 3 different headspace’s were talking about. And apparently this started yesterday and you just now found out about it so you just sit there slightly panicking because you cant do shit because you’re a stupid fucking child who thinks people are scared of her just to boost her ego but in truth their really not so you just sit there and do nothing while 3 of your friends go down hill some way you have no clue about. Just me? Ok. - Solis/Aidan/Core

Edit one: i forgot to put a tw at the top whoops

Edit two: i forgot to add a fucking tag

[suspicious-pools-of-blood]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad.

Favorite video game: I really like Oblivion and Assassin's Creed; I'll go with AC: Revelations, the third game in the Ezio trilogy. Broadly speaking I think the Ezio games are the best in the series (though I haven't yet played past AC3), but Revelations is set in İstanbul so it's way more fun for me because I can check out all the places I've been irl, and sometimes random characters yell at you in Turkish which is really funny to me now that I can understand them.

Favorite video game character: Yusuf from Revelations because he looks kind of like my brother lmao

Favorite movie or TV series: Shocking absolutely nobody who has ever looked at my main blog, Xena: Warrior Princess.

Favorite movie or TV series character: Xena herself, no question

Hobbies: leatherworking, writing, sketching, rock climbing

Obsessions: Have I mentioned Xena yet? Because whenever I'm not thinking about my OCs, I'm thinking about Xena.

Favorite genre/type of background music for whump daydreams: Usually I listen to specific songs/playlists for my OCs, since my whump daydreams tend to be about specific characters. Genre is kind of all over the place, but tends to be the type of music I would describe as "vibes" (which I'm aware does not narrow it down at all, especially given I probably have a different definition of vibing music than most).

Favorite whump trope: Ough I'm supposed to just pick one?! OK not necessarily my favorite, but one I like a lot, is whumpees whose trauma turns them into whumpers. Cycles of abuse and whatnot.

Favorite whump pairing: Edit: whoops forgot to answer this one. Uhhh can I put my own OCs? Because if so, Elvan and Asenath; more broadly though any pairing where one person gets hurt and the other person goes feral in response, be it out of defense or revenge.

First time you experienced whumperflies: That scene in Disney's Aladdin where Alaadin is in a prison cell with his wrists shackled to the wall above his head. I haven't seen that movie since I was a very little kid but that's the one scene that stuck in my mind haha

Favorite whump scene from a piece of media: A couple scenes jump to mind from Xena. The first is actually from the show Hercules: The Legendary Journeys, of which Xena: Warrior Princess is a spin-off. The episode is called "The Gauntlet" and is one of the episodes that introduces Xena as a character. As the title implies, the climax of the episode is when Xena's general overthrows her and takes her army, and her own soldiers make her run the gauntlet. Joseph LoDuca has my entire heart and soul for the soundtrack in that scene, and the direction is fuckin impeccable. The other scene is from season 6 of Xena's own show, an episode titled "Who's Gurkhan?" in which (for various plot reasons I won't get into here) Xena and Gabrielle both separately sell themselves into slavery to a sultan; Gabrielle tries to assassinate the sultan but Xena sees her about to go for him and knocks her out cold, stealing the knife, so that they would think it was her instead of Gabrielle; she also plays it off as if she was attacking Gabrielle out of jealousy, rather than there being any threat to the sultan. Anyway the relevant bit is that Xena gets taken to the dungeons and tortured at length, mostly just getting the absolute shit beat out of her, including while being hung upside down by shackles on her ankles. 10/10 incredible whump tbh, while there she also hallucinates Gabrielle bellydancing in front of her because that show is gay as all fuck.

A book you would recommend, whump or not: I would highly recommend the historical fiction Lady Slayers series by Lana Popović! There are two books (so far); Blood Countess, about Erzsébet Báthory, and Poison Priestess, about Catherine Monvoisin. They're overtly queer and very very well written (and decently whumpy tbh).

Add your own question: Favorite whump scene from a book?

I'm leaving this as an open tag as usual; if you want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[minisception]

Took home 1st place with a 3-0 record (doesn't mean much, this was not a serious competitive event) and best painted - even with my unfinished blood knights.

Unfortunately I forgot to take any pictures of the actual games. whoops!

Format: contest of generals 2 with the additional limitations of no battalions + your army is exactly the contents of a single vanguard or spearhead box (including mid game summons, so no free wolves for vyrkos), played on half-sized tables. This is not at all a balanced format, partially because AoS 3e in general is balanced for 2,000 points and scales down badly in ways this format doesn't address, partially because half-sized tables + CoG2 scenarios means opposing sides typically start 15 inches apart from each other, which is within easy charge range for faster units, and partially because the vanguard box contents are selected to be roughly the same dollar cost worth of models, not the same points worth of units, leading to some painfully mismatched forces. Also, with relatively little play experience for most of the players at the event, few games got very far in the 2 hour game limit, despite the small army sizes.

My army:

Soulblight Gravelords - Vyrkos

Vampire Lord, flaming weapon, driven by deathstench, Ulfenkarni phylactory

20 skeleton warriors, 2 banners

5 blood knights, banner

3 vargheists.

Note that this is currently 710 points eorth of dudes.

My main plan of attack: put skeletons & vampire lord in the middle, vargheists & blood knights to either flank. on the first turn run the skeletons & vamp lord to claim the center, rush the opponent with vargheists & blood knights up the flanks while trying to use using the general's 9" reroll charge aura and the short table width to secure a first turn charge. The knights and vargheists together can do a potentially crippling number of attacks, and if that isn't a decisive blow then the blood knights with all out defense can at least occupy the opponent for a few turns while the skeletons scoop up victory points. anything that eventually breaks through still has 20 skeletons with 2 attacks (from the vamp lord's ability) and 5+ ward (from the phylactory) to deal with.

...

game 1 vs. legion of blood, don't remember their list details, but the units were the same as mine, making this the only fair game in points value, and against my only experienced opponent.

battleplan: head-on-collision, typical long edge deployment, 3 objectives accross the center line. standard 1-2-more-battle tactic scoring.

opponent won the attacker/defender roll off, which effectively meant he could control who would go first, and he reflexively made me go first since that's usually the smart move in AoS to control the double turn, but that's on a normal table where soulblight isn't usually threatening a first turn charge. we both opted to deep strike pir vargheists even though there was really no reason to?

anyway, he made me go first, i picked 'seize the center' for battle tactic, ran my vampire & skittles up to the center objective, moved up the blood knights, dropped my vargheists on theobjective to my left, successfully charged the blood knights tagging both the opponents skeletona and blood knights. in combat i popped all out defense as planned, & killed some skeletons - less than you'd think. awkward terrain prevented either of us from bringing more than 3 blood knights to bare at a time. his blood knights killed one of mine. turn ended with 5vp to me.

most of hos army was locked downthanks to my blood knights. he healed some skeletons & opted to drop his vargheists 9" from mine hoping for a long bomb charge + stolen objective (his battle tactic? don't remember). It didn't happen. his blood knights killed another of mine, mine killed some more skeletons. 0vp, putting him eay behind.

I won priority going into round 2 & I moved up my vargheists, skittles & lord & charged them into his lord & skittles, which iirc i needed to kill for my tactic. i should have gone for assassinating his lord with my vargheists, but he had the loblood etherial cloak & i just didn't trust it, so i put everything into his skittles & killed a bunch, but not enough. In return he reduced my blood knights to just the champion & my vamp lord to 1 wound. no battle tactic for me, but did score three more points on objectives bringing the total to 8-0

Opponents turn, he picked slay the warlord for his tactic, retreated his knights onto the rightmost objective, moved his vargheists onto the leftmost objective, & killed my vampire lord, the last of my blood knights, and iirc a vargheist. 5vp, and if the game had been able to play out he probably would have won, with the full strength blood knights vargheists, vamp lord, and a few skittles left (though just a few goes back to full easily enough), to my vargheists & full unit of skittles, plus him having advantage on objectives.

as it us, though, game ended 11-8 (we both got 3 points for our grand strategy).

...

the next two games aren't worth going into in as much detail due to 1) both players had never played aos before today, 2) due to vanguard contents I was up 120 points on the nighthaunt player and 170 poonts on the lumineth player, and 3) in both games I got to go first on the first turn & charged with both my blood knights & vargheists.

Nighthaunts can retreat and charge, and fly, but I did cause a bunch of damage and gummed up his movement options anyway. the countercharge was scary, lots of extra rend from their charge table, but I weathered it & won prioriry, & game was pretty much over after that. might have been a different story without the unfair points advantage. plus looking back I don't think he picked a subfaction?

The lumineth player did manage to kill my blood knights, thanks to a wealth of mortal wounds. But his spears broke on my skeletons, & the vargheists they left behind munched his archers, after finishing up the last of his sword masters. By the end of round 2 only his wizard general was left & we were out of time. Still, as lop sided as the final result looked, if not for the 170 point mismatch it could have been just as lopsided the other way around.

So yeah, I have my first place trophy, but i absolutely do not deserve it, as i would have lost the first game but for time and the next two were wildly unbalanced in my favor.

But oh well! A good time was had regardless, and I don't think anyone was taking these games seriously. Mostly it was just nice to see some aos happening at the local store.

Bad news. I didn't sleep last night, & was far too burned out after work to put in the hours of focused effort needed to rush though the edge highlights on the black armor. So I just didn't do it. As a result the blood knights are clearly unfinished, though enough work was done that the overall aesthetic effect of the Vanguard still mostly comes across, so I'm not entirely unhappy with these.

And I did make some progress today. I re-applied the flat black to the knight's armor (which would have been necessary anyway for error correction), and did some extra detail work on the banner bearer, particularly around her face & hair decoration. And snow on the knights' basds, which I was going to leave for tomorrow morning back when I though I'd be able to do the armor highlights today, but it took a long time so it's good I didn't end up leaving it for the morning.

In the end, yeah, the knights aren't done, but they're as done as they're going to be for tomorro. Again, I think the overall effect of mostly black clad warriors on a snowy white landscape with some ghosty/necromantic green bits showing through does come across I think. I've been away from this color scheme long enough (and made enough slight changes) that I do kind of like it again. Makes me wish I had gotten more painted back when the Legion of Sacrament was still a thing.

Hopefully I can actually get some sleep tonight, & be awake enough to play well tomorrow.

[m0e-ru]

07/29

ohhhhhhhhh tebbie

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

for requests, dmk x mk? or if youre not ok with that, anything with dmk would be cool :))

sharp edges

[ghdjhdfhgkdmoved]

hello everyone i am in a very gay mood and want to talk about henrik nd marb so here's some really gay headcanons about them

marvin absolutely refuses to take their mask off in front of other people, so when they first showed henrik their face they were INCREDIBLY nervous. henrik was very quick to assure them that he thought they looked beautiful though and marvin absolutely started crying

henrik refers to marvin as "vinny" most of the time and they love that nickname more than they're willing to admit

marvin made henrik a lil playlist of songs that remind them of him at some point!! henrik thought it was really sweet

henrik tends to get so invested in his work that he often forgets to do Normal Human Things such as Eating and Sleeping. marvin hates this with every fiber of their being and constantly makes sure to like, bring henrik some fuckin food while he's working and to remind him to go to bed at a normal goddamn time

since marvin works as a party trick magician, they sometimes bring henrik along to star in their shows as their "beautiful assistant." henrik's still not too sure how he feels about that title but whatever

i feel like they're both big conspiracy nerds. was some big historical event faked?? i don't know but they're certainly going to debate it

henrik has frequent night terrors, and marvin makes sure to always help him calm down from them.

marvin is VERY starved for physical affection which causes them to be INCREDIBLY clingy. any moment that henrik isn't at work is a moment that they are currently clinging to his side

marv is like 4 inches taller than henrik and it angers him to no end

they sometimes watch dorky medical dramas together, mainly so that henrik can make fun of em. he is a very qualified doctor he knows what he's talking about

they're both absolute dumbassess. henrik is just a slightly smarter dumbass

anyway that's all i got goodbye

[sso-bluegirl]

circus au big rambling time

*loud continuous screaming*

so ros said she wanted to know more about this au which means that i can shamelessly ramble about it,,, long incomprehensible plot description warning (also i feel like i misrepresented this as a nice au lol- this is a bad ending au)

so this au is kind of based off the old aideen reincarnation theory and the game’s lore in general. in my canon all four mc characters have the power of one circle but here blue has all four. the thing is that in the original story she is already put under a lot of pressure because of her power not working properly (because of reasons that are too long to explain) but here it’s not a thing. she just can’t really handle having all this responsibility thrown at her all of a sudden. also in this au the mc soul riders are kinda irrelevant since they don’t have powers. so blue is kind of all alone.

so because of all this stress she feels like she is only needed as long as she can perform well for the keepers. because of this ydris manages to persuade her to just bail on her sisterhood and to live for herself and to run away with the circus. they go around the world to see different countries and put on shows and stuff but soon after they leave ydris reveals that they took baby concorde with them because his plan is to let garnok loose after they left and to free pandoria from him.

blue obviously looses it because he lied to her and she wants to go back but it’s no use. plus she still feels like he is just misguided and that he can still be helped. still she promises concorde that they will return home and they develop a bond. which is not good.

eventually the circus does return to jorvik but it’s a wasteland because the remaining soul riders couldn’t stop garnok without concorde (and blue). and it’s all her fault.

aaand at the end they go to the now freed pandoria to live there happy and nice. except blue’s and concorde’s bodies can’t handle pandoria and they start corrupting. :_) the end lol

also bonus:

the au described in one image 

[daftpunkselectroma]

jordan :] (i remembered his name finally r u proud. fucker /lh)

about time you remembered his name smh smh /lh