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milfyclaus · 2 years ago

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VERSE: SHE TELLS THE TALES BUT IS NEVER PART OF THEM. SHE WATCHES AND REMAINS ABOVE WHAT SHE SEES. an insane dragon a.ge au.

in which: a. comstock is a very tired bard, a single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kid and never stops, with gentle hands and the heart of a fighter. she’s a survivor (and elizabeth is the eldritch angsty teenager we all know and love).

the basics.

name: amelia comstock; formerly nostrand born: in the 4th month on the 31st day, 9:03 dragon age: anywhere from 27 during the events of origins to 41 during the events of trespasser. nationality: fereldan titles: lady comstock, lady of the forge, lady of amaranthine, lady of the mines. occupation: minor noblewoman (bannorn) of the amaranthine region; purveying over the silverite mines. later arms supplier to kirkwall’s templar sect, eventually arms-master to the inquisition. class: rogue; long-range. specialization: bard marital status: widowed as of 9:30; formerly married to andrastian cult leader zachary hale comstock. children: elizabeth comstock; born in the late summer of 9:22. extras: only child of the prior bann and his lady wife - orphaned at 16. head of a rather large and squabbling family.

a brief timeline of events.

pre origins: amelia is the head of the nostrand family, a minor noble family of the amaranthine region that oversees the expansion and collection of the silverite mines that they use in their forges to create stunning metalworks - blades, arrows, daggers - of the finest quality that is then sent to templar orders and standing armies in ferelden and orlais. though a minor family, they are exceedingly wealthy and decently connected. though now respected by the nobility, amelia’s teenage years after her father, the late bann, passed away in 9:19 were tumultuous ones - soured and tainted by a string of rumoured flings and affairs after an arranged marriage with an arl’s son fell through, facing rumours that the two had been less than chaste towards each other while still engaged; leaving the teenager furious and ostracized. isolated, she meets a lowborn preacher - zachary hale comstock - taking his newly formed cultists on a pilgrimage through the wending wood, and enthralled by his talk of redemption and second chances, she becomes a member and pledges herself to him; eventually becoming his wife in 9:21.

a note on this andrastian cult: zachary and his followers preach that the world has been tainted by the blight and the maker has abandoned thedas; in order to bring the maker back, the world must be cleansed in fire. zachary’s second chances are nothing more than a death cult with plans to purge thedas using the power of the fade to ‘reset’ the waking world to a state before the blight, and destroying any ability of the blight to return through a similar cleansing in the fade. nobody will probably survive this. zachary claims to be a prophet and has decreed that his child will be the weapon to do this; the one to ignite the world.

zachary is desperate for amelia to produce an heir to his cause as soon as possible - when almost a year passes with no sign of pregnancy, he blames her for their failings. amelia has an emotional and physical affair with a sellsword booker dewitt (a ferelden mercenary) and falls pregnant. she gives birth to elizabeth in 9:22 after an extremely complicated pregnancy and is left weakened by it; surviving only through the use of blood magic courtesy of mage robert lutece. elizabeth is hailed by the cultists, now living within the walls of amelias estate, as their saviour.

despite her ties to this cult, amelia is a personable noblewoman who has become locally renowned for her generosity and kindness alongside her oratory skills - she aims to exemplify the love that the maker and andraste hold for all of thedas and its creations. however, when it is realised by amelia and her innermost circle (rosalind; rift mage, robert; blood mage, and zachary) that elizabeth is indeed a mage in 9:26, amelia withdraws from the public in order to protect her daughter from not only the templars and chantry, but from zachary himself; with ever more friction forming between the so called prophet and his ‘subservient’ wife, who has learnt more and more of what he intends to do to thedas, and has begun to work against him and his goals.

origins/awakening: the blight breaks out in 9:30 in ferelden; with rumblings of a sentient darkspawn experimenting on their silverite mine workers, leading the mines to be abandoned as a solution to the problem until it is solved. elizabeth’s powers become unstable during this period; and she is haunted by the voice of the architect in her dreams. amelia finds out what zachary intends to use elizabeth for in the near future when the time is right. furious, a fight breaks out between the two, and he attempts to strangle amelia to death. she, however, manages to hit him over the head with a rock carving, and continues to do so until he is (mostly) dead. with most of the estate already evacuated, amelia packs up what she can for herself and elizabeth, and leaves zachary and the estate for the darkspawn. they survive on their own for a few months, before joining a group of refugees that are heading to safety in the free marches. amelia does not appear as an npc in origins/awakening. the warden may gather some notes and diary entries left in her offices which the architect has claimed as its own detailing a worried mother’s observations on her child, who is very clearly a powerful mage; as well as the dreams her child has been having. the mines and estate remain abandoned even after the blight is stopped and the darkspawn are pushed back.

dragon age 2: amelia and elizabeth arrive in kirkwall in 9:31 dragon, seeking to get as far away from the cult they abandoned and with amelia wishing for elizabeth to gain some sort of normalcy despite things, and is able to employ another apostate to train elizabeth in secret, stabilising her powers for the time being while they set up roots in hightown. as a show of good faith, amelia donates a sizeable amount of gold to kirkwall’s templar order, and in 9:32, cements a deal with knight-commander meredith stannard (@idolbound) to provide them with discounted arms as tensions rise as a result of the qunari compound at the docks. while many nobles and the wealthy of hightown are not concerned with lowtown, amelia finds that she cannot quite shake the teachings the cult had drummed in to her for over a decade, and is one of the very few - if not only - nobles in hightown that can be found in lowtown - either offering courier, foundering, smithing, or metalwork employment to its residents, or distributing gold to them as well. she is one of the few that will attempt to table improvements for both lowtown and darktown and take them to the viscount.

as tensions rise in kirkwall, amelia and elizabeth are once again faced with the prospect of abandoning their home for somewhere safer, though neither know where that could be. in 9:37, kirkwall’s chantry is blown up, and the mage rebellion starts alongside the mage-templar war; halting any progress on leaving kirkwall. elizabeth and amelia stay to help rebuild kirkwall until the breach is opened in 9:41. da2 sidequest: beware of false prophets. hawke will be contacted by one of amelia’s servants who will request for hawke and their party to meet with them in lowtown at night - once the party arrives, amelia reveals herself and explains that the cult she and elizabeth have escaped from has heard rumours that they are in kirkwall and surviving members are now hunting for them - namely elizabeth; and knows they will stop at nothing until they take elizabeth from her. she promises to pay hawke handsomely if they do her the service of deterring these cultists. there are three courses of action - hawke may give up amelia and elizabeth’s location to these cultists who are searching for their holy mother and messiah, hawke may lie and send them to the far corners of thedas to search, or hawke may kill these cultists outright.

inquisition: elizabeth, entranced by the control of the breach and drawing parallels to her own powers, requests that amelia take leave of kirkwall to join the inqusition, or elizabeth, tired of being shut away, will go alone. afraid to lose her daughter, amelia agrees; and the two leave for skyhold after the mage-templar war is ended, and make their way to haven. once there, amelia offers her services as both a noble bard and overseer of excellent weaponry to the inquisitions forces; serving as an important diplomatic connection as well as supplying the inquisitions forges with raw material from her mines to be forged into weaponry, becoming its arms-master. elizabeth, now in skyhold, is able to be trained officially as a rift mage, and begins to explore the depths of her powers. the two will stay on as inquisition agents after the events of trespasser, regardless of the inquisition being “disbanded” or “slimmed down”, continuing to work for the greater good.

dai loyalty quest: sins of the mother. amelia’s approval - while not a finicky thing - can be difficult to obtain given her own wavering beliefs and loyalties. she disproves of conscripting the mages, strongly approves of offering them a full alliance; strongly disproves of disbanding the templar order, approves of preserving the order, and disproves of recruiting them - she is generally approving of pro mage decisions given elizabeth; and strongly approves any positive chantry related options. once her approval is high enough, her questline opens up - concerning elizabeth’s origins and powers. the inquisitor can return to amelia’s long abandoned estate; discovering amelia’s diaries and zachary’s paperwork (along with his corpse, lol) and gains insight into what occured within amaranthine. the inquisitor can choose to bring amelia to judgment for her killing of her husband - or choose to let it lie. blessed be the child. if the inquisitor chooses to let it lie, the second half of her loyalty quest begins - elizabeth, growing ever confident in her powers, faces a crossroads both within and without. the inquisitor can either harden her; creating a very powerful human weapon within inquisition - albeit one that lacks empathy and has little care for others around her; but her abilities remain unstable and she is at a high risk of becoming an abomination. a softened elizabeth is much more confident in her abilities; stabilised and in tune with her connection to the fade and all those who dream in it.

on elizabeth.

not gonna lie this was a point of contention for me given that the depth and enormity of her powers is based off of wanda maximoff and she can create new realities jut by thinking about them and is generally an op time god so with that in mind -

elizabeth is a mage; and not just any mage, but a dreamer. she is able to enter the fade at will and is particularly sensitive to demons alongside her intense connection to the fade. she is able to shape it to her will when in the fade (including the ability to create new sections of it), and is able to pull others through with her. in addition, elizabeth can open unstable ‘doors’ into the fade, and in areas where she stays for prolonged times, reality will begin to ‘warp’ as the veil weakens around her. the longer she stays in an area, the more she can bend the merging of the fade and the waking world to her will; and things will begin to change - small things, at first; perhaps gardens where there were none, or roses where there was once lavender. but this weakening of the veil is dangerous, and eventually demons will attempt to come through using elizabeth’s dreams. elizabeth, for all intents and purposes, is always veering on becoming an abomination.

much like in the canon of bsi, elizabeth is, unfortunately, an experiment. this connection to the fade is a result of fellow rift mages rosalind and robert lutece’s (twin mages; with rosalind being a rift mage and robert being a blood mage) interference in regards to the andrastian cult and its wish to reset thedas to a time before the first blight. experimenting with equally unstable fade magic, zachary and rosalind brought an infant elizabeth into the fade, for only a moment. faced with hostile demons after a moment of exploration, they attempt to cross back over into the waking world of thedas, only for elizabeth to lose her pinkie in the fade, forever altering her connection with it.

amelia, obviously, would never send elizabeth to a circle - she is her only child and the most important thing in her life. though her wealth has given her the means to pay gold and coin to apostate rift mages to train elizabeth, though until the fifth blight, elizabeth is trained by rosalind and robert. elizabeth grows up secluded in her mother’s estate, tucked away from her family and prying eyes until the blight forces them to relocate and they end up in kirkwall - where she is still kept away from others in order to not only protect elizabeth from the templars, but to keep her from any who may seek to use her powers for their own gain. once they are able to leave and inquistion starts, the two will go to skyhold where elizabeth will (hopefully) receive the training she needs to stablise her powers while experiencing ‘freedom’ for the first time in her life.

given the fact she has received training elizabeth is able to control her powers - to a degree; but she is still, for the most part, a child; and fear and anger can get the better of her; and her dreams terrify her. sometimes, things happen; mistakes are made - and the truth is elizabeth does not even know the limits or depths of her powers as of yet.

on zachary.

i hate him and he’s dead. <3

#this is actually lexies fault.#all of my aus r the fault of my friends. smfh.#all my aus r: amelia loves her daughter elizabeth so much (i am beating up ken behind a dumpster)#🕊️❝ ( verse. ) SHE TELLS THE TALES BUT IS NEVER PART OF THEM. SHE WATCHES AND REMAINS ABOVE WHAT SHE SEES.#thanks gale for rubbing our one braincell together for this #strangulation mention //#strangulation tw //#abuse tw //#abuse mention //#human experimentation tw //

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episcesgirl85 · 3 years ago

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More Ninjago oni au. So, some rambling. Also, oni name drop. In my head, I thought that the names Cole, Jay, Zane, Kai, and Nya would be the adopted aliases when they were in Ninjago.

In regards to: Horns.

Horns come in different styles, matching the black skin type. Genetics play a large roll as to what the horns will look like: texture, length, and shape, with offspring inheriting traits from one parent or both. Both male and female oni have horns. There is no sexual dimorphism in regards to horns.

Horns are keratin covering bone, which covers tissue, blood. They are not antlers, although there are extremely rare cases of antler-shaped horns. They are permanent. They do not grow back if broken off.

Offspring are born without horns. By their second year of life, the horns start to grow. It is a painful process. However, older offspring and adults have no memory of the pain due to age. Horns continue to grow until 16-18 years. Horn growth is affected by nutrition or lack of. They should never be soft or discolored which would indicate illness. Shape can also be manipulated in the case of one or both (and in extremely rare cases, multiple) horns growing in different angles that may cause not only discomfort, but also improve attractiveness. Hygiene is very important for the health of both horns and the scalp. Some will polish their horns with an oil. Most go without as the oil is expensive and there are also cases of fraud where the 'oil' will damage the horns permanently.

Horns have a traditional use: Close combat (there are mixed reactions to this as there are oni that consider it a sign of weakness to use their horns instead of hand-to-hand combat. Others view it as survival of the fittest or the traditional oni way, such as headbutting). However, this can increase the risk of damage to the horn(s). There is also a taboo about touching another oni's horns in general with hands; a much more powerful oni can break off the horns (accidentally or on purpose). It takes a lot of trust from both parties due to fear of oni destructiveness. This fear is so powerful even family units will avoid touching each other's horns. If oni do touch other's horns (with no intent to harm), they do it privately. It is unknown how many oni do this. Oni that intentionally do it to harm/kill are arrested and put on trial. There are.....exceptions....

A damaged horn consists of either cracks or breakage. A horn with minor cracks can be mended by a healer specialized with metalwork and horns. In simplest terms: pouring hot metal in the cracks. Different types of metal is used, choice of healer and or patient. A horn with major cracks may or may not be given the same treatment, depending on how deep the wound is to the bone. Some healers may use wires to hold the cracked surfaces tightly together, until there has been enough improvement and no signs of infection.

The worst injury is a broken horn, where the injury has reached through the bone. In most cases, the 'points' or ends of the horn are further away from the bone (estimating 25% or less from point to base. If a horn breaks, this area is the best outcome as there is little to no blood and no pain). The more closer to the base of the scalp, the more serious the injury. Bleeding out is a possibility and a hot blade is usually used to staunch the wound. Nausea, blood loss, dizziness, shock, intense pain, and even death are possible outcomes. Infection is another threat that may follow.

Horns are indicators of ancient bloodlines as well as noble lines. Large, long, curled upward, like The Omega's, reveal an ancestor of great power, dating before the First Spinjitzu Master. It is believed that only one other oni shared that lineage with The Omega....

Horns can be smooth or rough or even spiked. They can even have splitted points. They can be dull (some will sharpen their 'points') or naturally sharp. They can face backward, upward, downward, or forward. The base can be located on the top of the head near the face, on the sides of the head, on the forehead, or even near the back of the head.

Oni usually don't wear jewelry on their horns (as it is a good way to be a victim of a robbery). Some will get their horns carved or engraved (tattoos do not exist in the oni realm); this is considered to be taboo in certain areas. Nyathera had this done against her brother's wishes and doesn't care what anyoni thinks.

#ninjago au #ninjago jay #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago oni #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago kai #ninjago omega #oni horns

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lovelywingsart · 2 years ago

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HHHHHHHHHHHH- LOOK AT THIISSS- 🥺😭💙

//If anyone remembers, I *kinda* recently did a giant piece called 'flesh' based off of the song of the same name by Babychaos- Well, i loved the idea so much that I commissioned it from close friends as well, and this is 1 of 2 results and I'm IN LOVE WITH IT-

LOOK AT HOW FUCKIN AMAZING IT IS

AHHHHHHHHH-//

There’s darkness. And blood. And another smell, that makes you shiver…

A supernatural battle! Mother Miranda (from Resident Evil 8) vs the original character Emelia Welsh.

Mixed ‘n complex commission for @lovelywingsart, drawn with black ballpoint pen and colored in digital.

+$2 patrons can download HERE the .zip pack with WIP steps and full resolution files.

This work is available to purchase as print, posters, stickers and other cool stuff HERE on Redbubble!

#not my art #oc #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil oc #resident evil village oc #re8 oc #factory oc #re8 factory oc #heisenbergs facotry oc #mother miranda #re8 mother Miranda #re8 miranda #Metalworks Survival AU #lovelywingsocs

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haljathefangirlcat · 4 years ago

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y'all: Aleksander and Regina never met and will never meet in the Origin World!!!!!! ;____________;

me as soon as I finished the last episode, because whatever I'm already more than used to surviving angsty fandoms entirely through fix-it fics & AUs: post-finale fluffy Origin World headcanon where the Marburg murder never happened and Regina's hotel is thriving, so when Boris "No, I've never gone by any other name, why do you ask" Niewald books a room there for whatever reason (business trip? visiting some relatives in a town near Winden that's too small to have a decent hotel? he's friends with a guy who's recently moved to Winden and is now marrying a gal there and also that gal is Katharina and those two will go "Martha is a beautiful name" in a few years from now but rn Boris is stuck cutting the costs by sharing a room with the groom's brother who seems to just instinctively hate him, and yes I'm implying the friend is real!Aleksander and the brother is Clausen bc there's no reason why a fluffy hc can't be fluffy for everyone and also complete and utter crack? idek and idec) he and Regina hit it off immediately and start flirting. bittersweet/angst with a happy ending Origin World headcanon where the Marburg murder does happen but Aleksander manages to grab a first aid kit or something while on the run and then stitch himself up in the forest, then he finds himself a job as a welder or some other kind of metalworker and lays low for years in Winden or some place near Winden, until he and Regina eventually meet some time after the dinner party in the finale and start dating, and Aleksander is conflicted until this time he finally tells her, but it turns out that real!Aleksander's death really was an accident during idk a robbery Boris only took part in bc he was young and poor and desperate and kinda dumb, so Regina is shocked and upset at first but then realizes the Aleksander she knows is a good man and she loves him so they stay together and never tell anyone else. quick fix-it Origin World headcanon where Aleksander/Boris/either of them bc I'm not gonna think about Marburg here was actually supposed to be at the dinner party, he was just very late bc he had a lot of work to do that day and the others started without him. overly complicated fix-it Origin World headcanon where the Marburg murder happened in both Jonas' World and Martha's World bc the Nameless Infinity Child somehow put Boris up to it to ensure Bartosz' birth and Clausen messing around in the nuclear power plant and causing the Apocalypse, so with no Nameless Infinity Child, things happen pretty much like in the post-finale fluffy Origin World headcanon. Origin World AU where Aleksander/Boris is just there at the dinner party with no explanation needed bc whatever I love my OTP. Origin World AU where...

#dark netflix #dark netflix spoilers #dark netflix season 3 #dark netflix finale #dark spoilers #dark season 3 #dark s3 #dark finale #aleksander x regina #otp: alles ist okay #listen if a fandom doesn't give you lemons but doesn't SAY it doesn't want any lemons in the fridge #you go out and buy them and then you MAKE YOURSELF THAT LEMONADE #... which basically means you grab every loophole and unlikely coincidence you can find

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lovelywingsart · 10 months ago

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A tad late because brain decided it was gonna implode, but Happy Valentines day from the Survival AU duo 💙

I really need to draw their necklaces more... Emelia is so proud of them... 😭

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rufousnmacska · 4 years ago

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Um hi, hello, I’m just wondering if you cold maybe write a manorian au dance or a ren faire would be fab. Thanks

I lost track of how long this request has been in my drafts, so I’m really sorry it’s taken so long to write. I have a bad habit of starting a fic only to get bogged down about how detailed the plot should be, leaving me not wanting to finish it. I’m not good at just banging out a short story and posting it. But for this one, I tried doing that. I hope you like it anon, if you’re still around!

Full disclosure - I’ve never been to a renaissance faire, though I have friends who sell their pottery at an annual, medieval re-enactment type festival. So, I took what I’ve heard from them and added in a little Medieval Times and Disney World. What I’m saying is, please excuse any egregious mistakes about how these things work :)

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A Bard’s Tale

The Morath Renaissance Faire was part historical re-enactment, part craft market, part food extravaganza, and all spectacle. It drew visitors from around the continent each summer for the three months it was open. People even came for days at a time, staying at nearby inns so they could enjoy all the faire had to offer.

Owned by Maeve and Erawan Perrington, the faire was known for its summer-long war, pitting bands of warriors against each other in mock campaigns until only one survived, as well as its jousting tournament, where knights did true battle for the honor of being named the Queen’s Knight Commander. The enormous market square sold everything from hand woven clothing, jewelry and adornments, to metalwork, and pottery. The food court had stalls serving street foods of all varieties, and a hall that seated hundreds, where visitors could treat themselves to an authentic seven course medieval dinner. Jesters roamed the streets entertaining children, actors staged scenes of roving bandits stealing from nobility, artists demonstrated their craft, and bards sang songs for spare coins.

While most employees were from the region, some, including most of the artists, came from other towns and countries. To house them, the faire had a sprawling campground filled with brightly colored tents. At night, after the faire grounds were closed, the camp came alive with employees sharing modest dinners and abundant wine, while music played and many danced.

Manon Blackbeak had been selling here for four years. Her shop, The Clay Witch, was situated near the entrance to the market, ensuring she had a good crowd and a view of the jousting arena. With her cousins’ help, Manon did a brisk business. She made pottery the rest of the year, selling most of it here, and her cousins were responsible for the rest: healing teas, fragrant candles, love potions, amulets, and other trinkets of a witchy nature. She wasn’t a people person, so she had a sales assistant named Elide who handled that side of the business. Together with her cousins, they took part in the war, calling their band the Blackbeak Coven. In years past, they’d made it into the final week or two of the campaign, but they’d never won.

Despite her competitiveness, Manon had always been fine with that outcome. While Maeve oversaw the jousting as Queen, Erawan was the King who lead the war. He had a habit of looking at her a little too long, his gaze roaming over her body in a way that made her want to shower it off with scalding hot water. She made sure never to be alone with him, usually finding someplace else she needed to be in order to avoid him.

The whole situation pissed her off. Her pottery studio was in a town a few hours away and this faire had been a great opportunity to build her business. They made good money here, enjoyed themselves in the battles, and had made lifelong friends in the campground. But, she was seriously considering not coming back next year. All because some creepy asshole wouldn’t leave her alone.

As she watched Elide wait on some customers, she grew angrier. Other people depended on her. She knew they’d understand and support her, but not coming back felt as though she’d be letting them down.

Outside, she heard people speaking in loud, reverent tones and knew what time it was, not needing to look at her watch. She contemplated hiding in the back just to see what would happen. But when she caught the first sounds of his voice, she found herself grinning.

At ten o’clock in the morning, every day, Dorian Havilliard made his way to her shop to serenade her, always with a group of adoring fans trailing behind.

It hadn’t taken long for Manon to recognize some of the faces of the people who came back again and again just to watch Dorian perform. He played his part well, flirting and making up spontaneous songs to please his audience. If ever their adoration crossed the line into inappropriateness, he’d break out the charm and shy away, making his discomfort clear. All while still obtaining a sizable tip.

Manon crossed her arms and leaned against the entrance to her booth, watching him approach. He had a preternatural gift for coming up with lyrics and melodies on the spot. She’d never admit it to him, but she’d come to enjoy his morning visits.

As for his nightly visits to her tent, it was impossible for her to hide her appreciation then, much to her annoyance.

This was his first and only summer working at the faire. He’d been dragged along by a friend who was dating a knight. Rowan Whitethorn was Maeve’s nephew and had been crowned her Knight Commander in the jousting arena for three years running. The rumor mill went crazy at the start of this season when he arrived with a girlfriend who was from Terrasen. Aelin brought an entourage with her, a bunch of friends from college who were looking for one last fun summer to tide them over before heading off into the real world in the fall. Chaol worked as a royal guard and his girlfriend, a pre-med major, worked in the first aid clinic that served visitors and employees alike. Aelin’s cousin Aedion had fallen quickly into a warrior group and rose to become their general, while his girlfriend Lysandra worked as a fortune teller. Manon and her cousins, who had known Rowan for years, had met them on the first day and they’d become fast friends.

And then there was Dorian. Who, within the first week of opening, had become the most popular bard at the faire. The center of attention wherever he roamed.

Manon smirked as he stopped a few feet from her. Today, as usual, he wore a well fitting tunic with Intricate embroidery that took the shape of wyverns. Curls that had not been there at the start of the season hung around his ears.

With a deep bow and flourish of his hand, he said, “Good morning Lady. I pray you had a pleasant evening.”

She managed to keep her expression unchanged, even though the memories of last night threatened to turn her face a brilliant red. Gripping the sword that hung at her hip, she said, “Lady? I see no lady here.”

“Ah, but you are a lady. Lady artisan,” he said gesturing to her pottery. “Lady warrior,” a glance to her sword. “And a lady of pure moonlight,” he said, nodding at the long white braid that fell across her shoulder.

Her hair was a constant source of interest for him. She didn’t think it crossed into the realm of being a fetish, but he very much enjoyed pulling it whenever he had the chance. She did too. And she enjoyed seeing his gem like eyes flash when she lifted the braid and wiggled the end at him.

Elide and a couple of customers audibly sighed at his words. Manon whirled and gave her a deadly look, but the young woman just ignored her, watching Dorian begin to play as she placed a hand on her heart. She’d been pushing Manon all summer to go out with Dorian. Wanting to preserve Elide’s innocence, Manon never revealed what happened in her tent most nights. And finally, with that thought, the blood rushed to her cheeks.

He sang a quick tune that compared her beauty to that of the moon, bowed again, and with a wink, he was off. His followers who returned day after day just to see him never seemed to think anything of his daily routine of singing to her. Either they were simply too enchanted by his voice and handsome looks, or they just didn’t care, thinking it was all part of the act, confident he would acknowledge them when he was out of character.

As he made his way towards the market square, Manon caught sight of someone who did notice, and clearly cared.

Maeve watched from across the wide street. Her black eyes held none of the smile that spread across her face, and Manon felt a chill crawl up her spine. She did not like Dorian’s daily ritual of showering Manon with attention. After a moment filled with tension, Maeve turned away and disappeared into the crowd.

Just as her husband gave Manon unwanted attention, Maeve had been doing the same thing to Dorian. He’d mentioned it once or twice, trying to brush it off. But Manon had heard the discomfort in his voice, could see the way he held himself in Maeve’s presence, trying to escape her notice and almost turning to stone when she inevitably did. The other night at one of the bonfires in the camp, someone had teased him about it. Dorian laughed and said after this weekend, he’d never see her again. The comment had hit Manon hard, as she’d realized the same could be said of her. In a matter of days, this season would end and they’d return to their homes on opposite sides of the country. With no reason to ever see each other again.

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Managing to escape his fans, Dorian ducked into an alley that led to the back offices. He’d seen Maeve following him this morning, and for the first time all summer, he’d considered not going to Manon’s shop. This was a summer job for him, a one time thing before he started working for his father. But she was an artist whose livelihood depended on events like this. He didn’t want to risk getting her in trouble because the owner had some kind of sick crush on him. The season was winding down and this weekend would be the last. He only needed to avoid Maeve’s interest for a few more days.

“Ouch! Watch it!”

“You watch it! Big oaf. No one told you to do tricks on your horse while you were jousting.”

Stopping at the door to the first aid clinic, Dorian found Yrene examining Lorcan, one of the knights who competed in the arena. Like the other jousters, the guy was huge, and Dorian couldn’t help but admire Yrene for not taking any shit from him. Lorcan spotted him watching from the entrance and rolled his eyes.

With his elaborate costumes, zealous following, and natural charm, Dorian was not the most popular of people among the warriors at the faire. He got along well with Rowan and Fenrys, but some of the others looked down at him for his portrayal of the flirty bard. He suspected it had more to do with the tips he made, money that he didn’t need due to his family’s wealth. Chaol and Yrene were the only ones who knew he’d be donating all of it to charity at the end of the season.

Yrene lifted Lorcan’s arm, moving his shoulder around in the socket despite his grimace and stifled groans of pain. “You’ve definitely torn something,” she said, pushing into his joint with her small fingers. “You’ll need to get an X-ray.”

“You can’t just put it in a sling? So I can joust on Sunday?” he asked, relieved when she let go of him, only to wince again when his arm landed in his lap.

With a scathing look that made Lorcan recoil slightly, she said, “If you want to damage it further, sure. I could do that. And then you’ll definitely need surgery. As it is, you might get away with some physical therapy. Which will not be fun. But if you continue jousting, you’re looking at hospital time.”

“Shit,” he said, dropping his head into his good hand. “It’s the finals this weekend. Maeve is going to kill me. After she fires me.”

Not wanting to hang around and interrupt her work, Dorian quickly asked, “Any idea where Chaol is right now?”

Yrene shrugged as she pulled a sling out of a supply cabinet. “Maybe near the battlefield? He mentioned they needed extra help setting some things up for this weekend.”

“Thanks,” he said. Then to Lorcan, “Good luck, man.”

“Yeah,” Lorcan replied, sounding utterly defeated and giving Dorian an odd look. “Thanks.” It was the tone, the actual gratitude in the word, that made Dorian realize the look was one of kindness. At least, Lorcan’s version.

Sneaking along the paths he used to stay away from the crowds, Dorian emerged near the stands overlooking the battlefield. This Saturday the two armies that had survived the summer would face each other for one final battle.

Maeve had been smart to set things up this way, making the war and jousting into a months long competition, ensuring a build up of fans and repeat visitors. She had a good mind for business, he just wished she’d stop leering at him.

Even if he wasn’t focused entirely on Manon, there was no way he’d involve himself with Maeve. There was a darkness surrounding her that reminded him of a spider, weaving an intricate web to control everyone around her, and disposing of those who resisted her manipulations.

Though he had never spoken to the man, Dorian had heard her husband was just as creepy. One night at the camp, his name had been mentioned, causing Manon to visibly shudder. She clearly didn’t like the guy, and that was enough for Dorian to dislike him too.

As he sat and watched Chaol and some warriors setting up the dais that would hold the royal thrones for the final battle, Dorian wondered if he was making the right decision for this fall. His father had demanded he come work for the family company. That Dorian had refused to get a business degree meant little to the man. He would see his son replace him as CEO whether Dorian liked it or not.

As it always did when he thought about his future, his mind eventually traveled back to Manon. This summer had been amazing, due in large part to her. She’d captured his heart from the first day. It took a full week of songs before she showed up at his tent one night. After that, he’d waited. Waited for that look she’d give him at the end of the night, when the bonfire was burning down and the camp was growing quiet. The look that said the song he’d written for her that morning had left her wanting him. The look that invited him back to her tent where they’d stay up too late, making love and playing question and answer games, the easiest way to get her to talk about herself.

Gods, how was he supposed to say goodbye to her in just a few days?

They had not spoken of it, neither one wanting to bring up what they both knew was coming. It wasn’t like they’d never be able to see each other again. But there was a weird sense of finality to the end of the faire season. The end of this crazy, fun summer. The end of their late night dalliances. The end of their late night talks, which he would honestly miss the most.

His bench sagged as Chaol sat down heavily beside him, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Ready for lunch?” Dorian asked, trying to sound more cheerful than he felt.

Chaol sighed, tired from helping to build the dais with a half day’s work still to come. “Yeah. Was Yrene busy?”

They stood and began to walk towards the food stalls. “Lorcan got injured. She might be done, but I doubt it.”

“Shit,” Chaol said, stopping in the middle of the street. “Will he be able to joust on Sunday?”

“Doesn’t look like it. At least, Yrene said no. Why? What’s the big deal?”

"He’s supposed to go up against Rowan in the final. Lorcan is the only real competition Rowan has. I overheard Erawan talking about the possibility of this final weeks ago. They’ve been hyping it up to the fans.”

Dorian shrugged. He didn’t pay attention to the jousts or the war standings. Especially once the Blackbeak Coven was defeated last week. Manon had been disappointed, but also oddly relieved.

“You don’t get it,” Chaol continued. “Maeve and Erawan are going to be pissed.”

That made Dorian smile. “Good. Maybe she’ll leave me alone then.”

*****

Sunday came with beautiful weather and a crowd that was electric with anticipation. Yesterday’s final battle, won in an impressive fashion by Aedion’s troops, had drawn record numbers of spectators. Maeve and Erawan had sat on their thrones, overseeing everything with bored faces and an air thick with arrogance. Most of the employees knew how little they were acting, but the viewers ate it up.

Today was the final of the jousting tournament. Being easier to follow from the stands, it was more popular than the war re-enactment. This year’s finalists promised to put on a good show. Until Lorcan injured his shoulder in his semifinal against Fenrys. He’d still managed to win, knocking Fenrys off his horse out of sheer spite, sending him to the final against Rowan.

When it was announced he couldn’t compete, Maeve had gone ballistic. Apparently, she’d destroyed her office, leaving a mess of papers, a cracked laptop screen, and a broken chair. Erawan had kept his cool, though a few twitches of his black eyes spoke volumes about his inner state of mind. Everyone assumed Fenrys would be given Lorcan’s place. But the notice board outside the arena had remained blank after Rowan’s name - The White Hawk vs.___

Last night, the talk around camp was all about who she would name to joust against Rowan, with some joking that she’d make Erawan do it. Rowan had seemed to welcome the chance to knock the bastard onto his back. Maeve was his aunt, but there’d never been any friendship between them. He worked here because he loved it. And now that he loved Aelin, it grew more and more likely that this might end up being his last year.

As people milled about in her shop, Manon felt a strange anxiety wash over her. Muscles tense, goose flesh rising up her arms, she looked out into the street expecting to see Erawan there. But it was just regular visitors making their way through the market, noisy and excited.

Slowly, she realized what felt off. The voices of the crowd had never been louder than Dorian’s voice. She looked at her watch and felt her stomach flip. 10:24.

He was never late. Never.

Just then, she heard commotion from the jousting arena. Over the heads of the crowd, she could just make out Asterin’s blond hair as her cousin waved for her to come over.

Pushing through the people, she found not only Asterin but Chaol and Aelin too, all three standing in front of the notice board, staring up at it in shock.

Just as she never had to check her watch for Dorian’s arrival, Manon didn’t have to read the board to know who Rowan’s opponent was. Instead of flipping, her stomach turned to stone and sank.

The White Hawk vs. The Black Bard

“That fucking bitch,” Aelin whispered.

Manon grit her teeth, her hands shook and she was too angry to even speak.

“Where is he?” Asterin asked.

Chaol shrugged, also unable to speak, too horrified with concern for his best friend.

Fenrys ran up suddenly, almost knocking them all over. “It was Erawan,” he said, breathless. “Some sick game between him and Maeve.”

Manon forced herself to swallow, to breath, to not go scratch that bastard’s hellish eyes from their sockets. “Why didn’t Dorian just tell him no?”

“I don’t know,” Fenrys said. “They must have forced him somehow.”

Asterin turned to Manon and they shared a look. The only way to make Dorian agree to this was if Manon had been threatened in some way.

“Rowan won’t hurt him,” Aelin said confidently.

Finally, Chaol spoke. “Maybe not on purpose! Dorian’s never ridden a horse. Rowan can deliberately miss him and he could still fall off and get trampled.”

“Shit.” Asterin and Fenrys said at the same time.

The sound of trumpets wailed and people began rushing to get into the stadium. As the others debated what to do, Manon took off, ducking beneath the stands to get to the fence that surrounded the jousting yard. It felt like time slowed down, and when she finally reached an opening with a view to the field, the announcer was already calling out the competitors names.

There, at the far end, sitting precariously on the back of a black stallion, was Dorian. Clad in black armor, the counterpoint to Rowan’s bright silver, he struggled to hold the lance steady. Dorian was muscled and strong, but this was a skill he had no experience with. Holding a lance properly took practice.

Rowan, atop his white horse, was within shouting distance. Manon called to him, but he didn’t hear her over the crowd’s cheers and the helmet he wore. She kept calling for him, only stopping when she glanced at the royal box. There, Maeve sat, stone faced and angry, glaring straight ahead. Next to her, wearing the tacky fake crown he sported everywhere on the grounds, was Erawan.

Manon wasn’t surprised to feel his eyes on her, his slimy stare making her feel as if she might vomit.

Just as she tried to get Rowan’s attention one last time, the trumpets blared and the horse reared and took off, thundering down the field towards Dorian.

*****

Dorian kicked at his horse, hoping that would get it to move. If it had been up to him, he would have simply sat here, letting Rowan charge and knock him off with his first pass. Hell, if it had been up to him, he’d be in the fucking stands.

But no. Erawan had stopped him early that morning, offering him the chance to joust. When Dorian had laughed in his face, Erawan had made it clear that it really wasn’t an offer.

He’d seen the way his wife looked at Dorian, knew that there was something going on between them, knew that Dorian’s protestations were lies. Erawan had insisted that If Dorian refused, the bard’s paramour would be punished.

Dorian had stopped laughing then. They both knew he had never been with Maeve. And somehow, Erawan had found out about him and Manon.

“I own this town,” Erawan had said. “There is nothing you can do. If you run, I will find her.” He’d clapped Dorian on the back as if they were friends. “What do you say young bard?”

Dorian had nodded numbly, agreeing to put on a show, make it look real, and not throw the match.

So now, here he was. However many tons - did horses weigh tons? - of animal rushing towards him, Rowan’s white tipped lance leading the way.

Fuck it, he thought, giving the horse’s side another kick. The beast reared slightly then hit the ground running.

Dorian just barely managed to hang on to the reins as he wobbled in the saddle. His lance almost slid from his grip, almost landed tip down in the earth, threatening to propel him into the air like an acrobat. At the last second before catastrophe, he got it under control, just as Rowan’s lance grazed his side, going wide of a strike. The crowd cheered, and though his helmet muffled the sound, he knew it was deafening for the people in the arena.

Their horses continued running until they were on opposite ends. Some lackey of Erawan’s came running out, pretending to offer him advice or assistance. Dorian ignored him, trying to focus on holding the lance up to the proper height. By the time he got it wedged under his arm, the horn sounded and his horse took off, unprompted.

He was able to hold the lance up the whole way, but he almost fell off the horse. For the second time, Rowan’s attempt missed. Dorian knew it was on purpose, and he was grateful. But the way the crowd had begun laughing was honestly starting to piss him off. He knew he couldn’t win. He just wanted to survive. But his pride was beginning to surge enough to overtake his fear.

The third run had the same result as the first two. Rowan missed, Dorian clung to the saddle and the lance and didn’t die. The horse guy came out again, seeming to adjust some of the straps. Dorian watched to make sure he didn’t actually loosen anything, and the guy gave him a nod.

Thinking someone was calling his name, Dorian twisted around to find Manon leaning over the fence, wild-eyed and desperate to get his attention. He lifted his visor and winked at her. The gesture appeared to make her angry and she shouted again but the words were lost to the crowd.

Hoisting the lance up and securing it under his arm, the reins tight in his hand, Dorian was ready for the horn this time. The horse pounded down the yard and time seemed to slow to a trickle. He felt every hoof beat, heard every puff of air from the horse’s mouth, saw the silver armor getting closer and closer. At the last second, before squeezing his eyes shut, he angled the lance towards that flash of silver.

The force of the impact threw him back in the saddle. His feet remained in the stirrups though, leaving him arched awkwardly on top of the horse. Pain radiated up his arm like a wave until the entire thing went numb and he had no idea if he was still holding the lance. With a grunt, he forced himself upright into a sitting position. The horse came to a stop and pawed at the ground, as if in celebration.

The applause and cheers hit him almost as hard as the blow he’d administered to Rowan. Looking down to where he still somehow held the lance, then turning in the saddle to see Rowan pushing himself up from the dirty ground, Dorian slowly realized that he had won.

*****

Manon was running the second she saw someone made contact. The dust was thick and she couldn’t see what had happened. At the sight of a riderless white horse trotting towards her, she sped up, almost tripping over Rowan, who laid sprawled on the ground. His helmet had come off and he had a big grin on his face.

When she reached Dorian, he was sliding off the horse, the weight of his armor pulling him down faster than he could handle. She caught him just before he could land on his ass. Propping him against the stallion, she tore the helmet from his head and yelled, “What the fuck were you thinking? You could have been killed!”

Dorian, a little dazed, a little breathless, said nothing. He pulled her close and kissed her.

The crowd erupted, roaring their approval and chanting his name. “Black Bard! Black Bard! Black Bard!”

Yrene came over with a small medical bag, but Dorian waved her off, then went back to kissing Manon. When he let go, she stumbled backwards, still clutching his armor. His horse was strutting around them, loving the attention, while flowers rained down around them from the stands.

It was tradition for the victorious knight to gather the flowers and present them to Maeve; the Knight Commander honoring his queen. But Dorian had not been aware of the tradition. And she knew he wouldn’t have done it anyway.

Manon watched as he bent down, slowly so as not to fall over, and picked up a handful of poppies and daisies and whatever other blooms had been tossed onto the field. Dropping heavily to a knee, he smiled brightly and offered her the prize of wildflowers.

She shook her head, unable to keep the grin from her own face. Taking the flowers, she bent to kiss him, but he pulled her down onto her knees.

“I don’t think I can stand up,” he confessed against her lips.

Manon laughed and went right on kissing him. The cheers turned to a loud buzz in their ears that they ignored along with everything else.

Eventually, Rowan appeared, offering his hand to Dorian, both in acknowledgement of a well fought match, and to help him up. Manon moved to leave but Dorian refused to let go of her hand. She was glad for it, and gripped it tightly when she remembered Maeve and Erawan in their viewing box.

The two “royals” looked anything but. Maeve clapped in a meager attempt to save face at Dorian’s insult with the flowers. And Erawan glared at them both, his hate for them rising off his skin like heat in a desert.

Dorian squeezed her hand and Manon remembered why they were out here, why Dorian had risked his life.

“I know why you did this,” she said. “I wish you would have found me first.”

“What would you have done?”

She smirked. “I would have sliced him up with my sword.”

"My lady warrior,” he said, his face dropping with exhaustion as the adrenaline wore off.

“My bard in shining armor.” She caressed his cheek and he turned to kiss her palm. “Do you really have to go back to Rifthold?”

It was the first either one had spoken of what would happen tomorrow. She knew this wasn’t the time or the place, but something inside her needed it to be. She needed to know that she’d see him again. She needed-

“I’m going wherever you are,” he said simply, as if there had never been any question.

Manon smiled softly in answer, wrapping her arm around his waist to support him off the field.

*****

The next summer, without its star in the jousting arena, the Morath Renassaince Faire saw a marked drop in attendance.

Rowan had joined his new wife in Terrasen, telling his aunt to shove it. He’d taken several of the other jousters with him, leaving them one main attraction. Cairn didn’t last long however, as no horses would allow him in their saddle.

Other parts of the faire suffered too. Without the Clay Witch selling her wares, and no all-female warrior band fighting in the war, interest waned. Artists began to close their shops. Re-enactors and food vendors found other venues.

It was as if Rowan’s departure doomed the faire. And within another year, it did just that. Maeve and Erawan closed the faire and moved away, leaving the structures empty.

The town lost business, but like others who had dealt with the Perringtons in one way or another, they were glad to see the couple gone.

But the locals still spoke of that final good year. The year when a hapless, yet handsome, bard bested the reigning Knight Commander in the jousting tournament. How he knocked the White Hawk from his horse, winning in one pass. And how he spurned the evil queen and won the heart of a witch instead.

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jupitermelichios · 4 years ago

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DC: The High-School AU: The Series: The Staff (the musical)

So I finally cast the school staff and teachers for my DC High School AU, which I thought some of you would have some fun with! I took the subject list from a fairly fancy looking private school, because only schools you have to pay for have their subject lists online, so I’m probably offering way more classes than your average state school, but hey, it’s my AU and I wanted to cram in as many supervillains, obscure heroes, and bad jokes as possible.

Admin & Staff

Principle - Amanda Waller

Deputy Principle & Treasurer - Noah Kuttler (the Calculator)

Nurse - Myra Mason (she was Dr Midnite’s nurse and love interest in the 40s & 50s, then got fridged, but I’m unfridging her and giving her a job with much better survival prospects)

Councillor - Ethel Peabody (she’s a psychiatrist from the Gotham TV show, and also in my headcanon, Amanda Waller’s sister)

Librarian - Stanislaus Johns (The Librarian. I considered bookworm for this job but he’s literally called the Librarian, what was I supposed to do, not use him?)

Admin Staff - Laura Conway (Superman supporting cast and occaisional vampire), Mabel Martin (Riddler’s secretary), Theresa Collins (Goldstar, also Booster Gold’s secretary)

Business

Loren Jupiter (aka Mr Jupiter the richest and therefore most thrustworthy man in the world) - Business 101, Business Law, Entrepreneurship

Wesley Dodds (Sandman) - Business Communications

Annabeth Chamberlain (Brimstone) - Marketing, Hospitality & Tourism (she doesn’t work in tourism, but I figure anyone who can waitress while also having the power to set people on fire and damn them to hell and keeps her job probably knows a whole lot about customer service)

Family & Consumer Science

Miss Tribb (Lobo’s childhood teacher who inexplicably survived the extinction of their species) - Childhood Developement, Early Childhood Education

Neil Richards (The Mad Mod) - Texiles/Sewing, Fashion

Tenzil Kem (Matter-Eater Lad) - Food & Nutrition

Finance

Noah Kuttler (The Calculator) - Personal Finance

Foreign Languages

Matron Bertinelli (Nu52 Huntress, who I’m declaring a sepperate character and the aunt of pre-52 Huntress because they’re radically different characters and I like both of them) - ASL, Italian

Chang Jie-Ru (Nu52 Yo-Yo) - Chinese, AP Chinese

Yolanda Montez (Wildcat II) - Spanish, AP Spanish

Barbara Minerva (Cheetah) - Latin

Health Sciences

Myra Mason - Emergency Medical Responder training

Charles McNider (Dr Midnite) - Anatomy & Physiology, Health Class

Brian Durlin (Savant) - Computer Programming, Web Dev

Jennifer Lyn-Hayden (Jade) - Digital Art 101

Arnold Wesker (Ventriloquist) - 3D Animation, 3D Graphics (I don’t know why but the idea of Wesker as an animator just tickled me. Obviously his real passion is stop-motion, but he learnt 3D because there were more jobs)

English (the fancy private school called this ‘language arts’ which is so prentious it makes me feel slightly nauseous)

Wesley Dodds (Sandman) - English Language, AP English Language

Rac Shade (Shade the Changing Man) - English Literature, AP English Literature

Chloe Sullivan (the worst character in the Smallville TV show, a hotly contested position) - English Language, Communications 101, supervises the School Paper and the Yearbook

Shelly Gaynore (The Whip III) - Englist Literature, Creative Writing

Basil Karlo (Clayface) - Intro to Shakespeare

Nick Scratch (officially his supervillain name is just Scratch, but I refuse to consider that a code-name, looking at you Drake) - Communications 102: Public Speaking

Mathematics (which has a 100% villain make-up, which seems accurate from what I remember of high-school maths)

Noah Kuttler (The Calculator, because I think I’m funny) - Pre-Calc, Calculus, AP Calculus

Harlan Graves (The Underbroker) - Stats, Algebra 1, Algebra 2

Angelo Bend (Angle Man, becuase I know I’m funny) - Geometry, Trigonometry

PE (I realise this is probably too many PE teachers but there are a lot more caonical althetes than just about any other job in the DCU except maybe scientist)

Lawrence Crock (Sportsmaster, you knew this was coming) - Gym, Weight Training, coaches Baseball, Basketball, Tennis & Hockey

Lisa Snart (Golden Glider) - joint-coaches Cheerleading, coaches the Drill Team, Wrestling

Randy Hanrahan (Stallion) - PE, joint-coaches Cheerleading & Cross-Country, coaches Football

William Everett (Amazing Man) - PE, joint-coaches Cross-Country, coaches Track & Field

Matron Bertinelli (Huntress, sort of) - coaches Soccer & gymnastics

Performing Arts

Lisa Snart (Golden Glider) - Dance

Hartley Rathaway (Pied Piper) - Music 101, Music Theory, Composition, teaches Guitar & Percussion

Isaac Bowin (The Fiddler) - Music 101, AP Music Theory, leads Jazz Band, Orchestra, Marching Band

Siobhan Smyth (Silver Banshee) - part-time, leads the Choir and teaches singing

Basil Karlo (Clayface) - Theatre, Theatre 101

Simon Trent (Grey Ghost) - Theatre, Theatre 101, Film Studies

Ted Kord (Blue Beetle) - Theatre Tech

Mary Louise Dahl (Baby-Doll, from B:TAS) - Film Studies, Video Production

Betty Bates (Lady-at-Law, who is technically owned by DC now due to corporate buy-outs) - Debate

Science (do you have any idea how hard it is to pin down areas of specialisation for comic book scientists? TNT is on this list entirely because he’s the only actual honest-to-god professional chemist I could find)

Kirk Langstrom (ManBat) - Biology, AP Biology

Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) - Biology, Environmental Science

Thomas “Tex” Thomas (TNT) - Chemistry

Achilles Milo (Professor Milo, again not really much of a code name) - Chemistry, AP Chemistry

Will Magnus (I refuse to even dignify it as a code-name) - Physics, Earth Sciences

Ray Palmer (The Atom) - Physics, AP Physics

Adam Strange (DC is just doing this to fuck with me, personally) - Astronomy

Social Studies & Humanities

Barbara Minerva (Cheetah) - World History

Maxie Zeus (ffs) - World History, AP World History (fun fact, Maxie was canonically just a normal history teacher before he got lightning powers, became convinced he was Zeus incarnate, and set out to become a criminal, making him my favourite DC mobster by a country mile)

Terry Long (aka one of the only characters to really deserve to get fridged) - US History, AP European History

Eobard Thawne (every code-name he has is stupid, but lets just go with Reverse-Flash as the least awful option) - US History, AP US History

Nick Scratch - US Government, AP US Government, AP Comparative Politics

Rex Tyler (Hourman) - AP Art History

Magdalene Kyle-Burton (Sister Zero, she’s a sometimes-nun and a sometimes-sister to Catwoman) - Comparative Religion

Michael Carter (Booster Gold) - Economics, AP Microeconomics, AP Macroeconomics

Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) - Psychology (there is exactly one heroic psychiatrist in all of comics, and I’d already used Dr Fate elsewhere. Scarecrow seemed like the least bad option of the remaining pool for being around children, and he does at least have teaching experience)

Adam Strange - Sociology

Betty Bates (Lady-at-Law) - Law

Richard Occult/Rose Psychic (it’s complicated, lets just say Dr Occult and leave it at that) - part-time, Criminal Justice

Technology & Engineering

Ted Kord (Blue Beetle) - Electronics, CAD, Woodworking

John Henry Irons (Steel) - Engineering, Metalworking

Will Magnus - Robotics

Visual Arts

Linda Lee/Danvers (she’s Supergirl, but I’m making her a different character from Kara Danvers/Kent because the DCU is really short on artists and I needed someone to teach the damn class, although the only thing that really makes her distinct from other supergirls is that she fucked a horse that one time and IDK how that will translate into a personality...) - Ceramics, AP Studio Art: 3D Design, Art 101

Rex Tyler (Hourman) - Graphic Design, Drawing, AP Studio Art: Drawing

Jack Knight (Starman) - Painting, AP Studio Art: 2D Design, Art 101

Jennifer Lyn-Hayden (Jade) - Photography

So there you go - I’ll be honest I still don’t really understand how high-schools in the USA work, and I have no idea what Design studio art even is so I kind of assigned those ones at random, but now it’s done and cannot be changed.

As always this universe is open to prompts so if you want a chapter focussing on any of these characters just drop me an ask or a comment and I’ll see what I can do. Making Dr Occult & Rose Psychic a single gender-fluid person is already on my list to do, since that’s who I thought they were for a longest time when I started reading comics and I’m still kind of annoyed that isn’t canonically what’s going on.

#teen titans fanfiction #amanda waller #ted kord #booster gold #supergirl #john henry irons #will magnus #adam strange #betty bates #ray palmer #maxie zeus #hs au #my fics #my fic #highschool never ends

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sloaners · 5 years ago

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Kiki’s delivery au ... Tobirama has a spot at a garage/metalworking shop/crafting area, and Hashirama pays Madara to bring him lunch there every day for a month. It’s infuriating.

Madara stares at the envelope on the kitchen table, marked by Hashirama’s cutesy leaf seal. He could just return the money now, and refuse the delivery gig before it even starts, he really could. He should refuse; Tobirama What’s-His-Name is the most aggravating, self-important asshole he’s ever had the misfortune to repeatedly run into in this stupid town. Signing himself up for a month of daily deliveries to said asshole may very well end in disaster, and another arson arrest.

But Madara has rent to pay, and beyond that, he has goals. If he’s going to be the resident witch of Konoha, and beyond, he has to first build a reputation of reliability. He has to prove himself as capable of fulfilling the needs of the people, no matter how small, or annoying, the need is. If that means dropping off lunches and ignoring asinine questions on the logic of magic from his so-called client, then so be it.

And it’s only for a month. Madara can survive that.

#kiki au #madara #madara uchiha #my writing

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bowldeepfannish · 5 years ago

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Fanart commision: scene from the Sailor Moon Shakespeare pastiche AU titled All The World’s Stage being developed by @coppercrane2 . She’s the most Penguin Lady of them all and one mighty pillar of the SenshixShitennou corner in the Sailor Moon fandom. ---> @ssrevminibang Feasting on the juicy plot previews and picking each other’s brains was a delight and the highlight of my Summer <3. Thank you so much Charlie <3.

All handmade traditional in pencil , just scanned and sepia-ed to enhance that Renaissance period feel a-la Da Vinci sketchbook.

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INFO AND #SYMBOLISM ahoy (inner history nerd unleashed alert!) so buckle up XDDD

Jupiter/Makoto (aka Viola) Capulets-Prada is here disguised as a (male) page ‘Cesario’ in the Montague-Moschino-Gucci (M-M-G for short) noble household, in order to investigate the murder of her parents. The M-M-G clan is likely involved in the murder but the lady is determined. Keep your friend close and your (likely) enemies closer? Yep.

The Montagues’ first son and heir Nephrite/Orsino ‘s troubledar (and also his UST) is pinging at the new page. Dun dun dun dunnnn.

While ‘Cesario’ is at it he tries to polish his fencing and fighting skills too, to the delight of Montague cadet’s branch cousin and blades wizard Zoisite/Benvolio. Hence the dagger&swords lesson in their inner yard depicted in the above art happens. Orsino closely watches them on the ground while his sister Rei/Beatrice Montague gazes at the trio from her chamber window on the first floor >D.

Clothes, heraldic motifs and stonemasonry for the scene above are a mix of both authentical late medieval/early Renaissance refs, plot clues hidden in plain sight and a nod to the source characters >D.

- butterfly/moth & flame motifs, heraldry for the Montague-Moschino-Gucci are peppered all over the picture:

1) moth to flame, anyone? It ‘s a nod to desires and ambitions of more than one kind in the fic, and a sign of danger. 2) moths partake with the meaning of butterflies but also bring a note of ambivalence compared to the diurnal, pretty butterflies. (They’re both awesome :P ). 3) flame: It brings light and warmth but also destroys. Ditto on passion! Also nod to Mars/Rei. 4) moths were also a signature Gucci feature in one of their recent-ish fashion collections so it seemed a perfect fit for the Montague-Moschino-Gucci family crest :P.

- spring (?) water well:

1) a private and handy source of drinkable water is a major boon in an era without tap water and no plumbing and hit-and-miss sewers. Another sign of status & luck. Plus water symbolism!

The water bucket is there but hidden behind the central character. We just see the rope attached to it. --> Things hidden in plain sight, the dive for truth at the botton of the well/under the surface.. and thirst in more ways than one X°D.

2) nod to Ami/Portia being part of the M-M-G family (married into).

3) water inside the well, flame motifs bas-relief outside to surround it, a metal moth on top of the well... yes all these bits are there and placed just like that and there for a reason. The whole metalwork atop the well included. Start speculating my darlings >D. 4) there is more but see point 3).

- swords & dagger:

1) if you are a novice daggers are better/more effective a weapon than futzing with a rapier. 2) Zoisite/Benvolio loves shiny stabby things :P . In any universe he values the aesthetic. To thyne own Extra self be true. Also him: dagger vs rapier? Why choose one? :P

- hair/hairdo (or lack thereof):

for all the variance of styles in history strictly speaking for many centuries no respectable woman would go around with her hair down and loose.

Hence Rei’s hair at the window is properly braided and covered ( also a little nod to Olivia Hussey in Zeffirelli’s movie adaptation of Romeo & Juliet ) . Makoto/Viola here is disguised as a boy hence she let her hair down to blend with the males in the household + that combined with the ruffled collar helps disguising her lack of an Adam’s apple 8D .

Zoisite is still tying his hair in his trademark canon ponytail also because he’s such a wild walking genderbent Rapunzel his locks would get in the way of fencing XDD.

- hats (or lack thereof):

Nephrite/Orsino hates, hates, hates that cumbersome poofy embroidered hat. But for all his discomfort he’s a Good Kid (Mama Beryl/Tamora is a stickler for heraldic paraphernalia and power dressing) and as the first son and designated heir he gotta.

Rei wears her headband/hair cuff and and ribbons interlaced in her braid like a proper refined aristocrat young lady of means.

Zoi should probably wear some sort of hat and also tie his shirt laces but he can’t be bothered plus he’s from the cadet branch: he’s gotta play such a non playing straight card whenever it suits him amirite :P

- miscellaneous wall work: it recycles elements from previous buildings, preferrably Romans. Includings choice bits from Antiquity in your very building was as much a sign of status (Roman Empire mystique!) as sometimes a necessity due to lost techniques/expensive exotic materials.

- lozenges/trellis window glass and decorated ceramic + ornamental bricks framing the window: very period. A handful of such windows still survive 50 metres from my house :P. XV century Italian goodness <3. I actually sneaked a tad of late XIX century feel in too :P (medieval-ish Art Nouveau architecture is quite a thing where I live).

- glimpse of Rei’s chamber: carved and painted wooden ceilings, tapestry (landscapes with castles and/or mythological themes usually) hanging on the wall for both decor and shielding from drafts belonged to the noble class taste of the period ( a rather long period and large area in the Westt... much beloved in the middle ages up to well into the Tudors’ era at least :). Sometimes if you could not hang tapestries you would commision trompe l’oeil of tapestries :D ) .

A repeat of the pics as sometimes Tumblr doesn’t display the top pic in pic posts for me :°D. Thank you for reading if you have made it to the end!

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so does Alfea function like a college too, where you choose your classes? That sounds like a rlly cool concept box you said it was an actual college in ur au

Yeah it does! You get a Magelors of Fairycraft(MF) or a Magelors of Witchcraft(MW), and the boys system is the same just with Magelors of Spellcraft(MS) and you can chose your major just like in regular college. So for example, Flora earns a MF with a double major in Herbology and Potions. Darcy would have earned a MW in Psychomagic Studies if she hadn’t been expelled. And Nabu, if he had attended a regular school(he was mentored and self taught for the most part) would have earned a MS in Magicianry with a minor in Wind and Water magics.

Red Fountain also functions as a college, the Order (Paladins) functions more like a trade school/internships.

Sky is earning a Master of Warrior Arts with an emphasis in Leadership and Diplomacy. Nex is earning a Warrior’s License (slightly different because of the system) with Hand to Hand Combat and Wilderness Survival/Rescue certificates. Thoren has a WL, and Certificates in Physical Therapy, Mentorship(required within the Order for taking on a pupil), Melee Weapons Mastery, and Metalworking.

hopefully this makes sense lol. College still kind of confuses me and I’ve even gone through it already

#askems #winxems #anonymous #alfea #Cloud Tower #red fountain #the order #specialists #paladins

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My OCs Masterpost - Grey Warden Edition

Here is a brief introduction to my Grey Wardens.

Name: Ciembe Mahariel

Worldstate: Worldstate 1 (and Multi-warden AU)

Age: 19 at start of DAO (born 9:11 Dragon)

Species/Race: dalish elf

Class/Specialization: Rogue/Assassin/Duelist/Shadow

Height: 5’3

Gender/sexuality: woman/bi

Romance: Zevran Arainai

Characteristics/personality: sarcastic, dark humor, strong-willed, flirtatious, bold in words, cautious in actions, protective, questioning, says what she means, anger rises quickly

Hair: straight, long black hair that is kept back from her face, often in a braid

Eyes: golden eyes

Distinguishing features: Ghilan’nain vallaslin, various small scars

Hobbies: talking to people, exploring, hunting, keeping her friends out of trouble, playing card games, leatherworking

Brief Background: Raised in clan Sabrae alongside Tamlen and later Merrill. Ashalle was like a mother to her. Before the mirror incident, she never imagined leaving the clan. After joining the wardens, she can’t imagine going back.

Family: Ashalle; her clan; the wardens; her kids are Carmen, Wren, and Mateo.

Random Notes: Mabari is named Bear; primary love language is physical touch; planned to be bonded to Tamlen; cheats openly at cards when she is among friends, is never seen cheating when among strangers

Name: Catheryne “Eryne” Haelia Cousland

Worldstate: Worldstate 2 (and Multi-warden AU)

Age: 21 at the start of DAO (born in 9:09 Dragon)

Species/Race: human noble

Class/Specialization: Rogue/Assassin/Bard/Shadow

Height: 5’8

Gender/sexuality: woman/straight

Romance: Alistair Theirin

Characteristics/personality: reserved, diplomatic, loyal, guilt-ridden, cold fury, ruthless, educated, charming, curious about other cultures, slow to trust, but deeply loving

Hair: Long curly black hair that she keeps in a functional bun

Eyes: brown

Distinguishing features: burn scar on her left forearm from the attack on Highever

Hobbies: spending time with family, sailing, archery, traveling, metalworking

Brief Background: A bit wild as a child, her mother and father guided her to use her energy for practical things: like sailing, archery, people politics. She was extremely close to her family, wanting to visit Antiva with her sister-in-law. Duncan had to pull her away from her parents, her deep sense of duty tearing her between obeying and protecting her family. It took her years to regain the same vibrancy she had before she lost her family, at that was due mostly to Alistair, their children, and her friends.

Family: Parents Bryce and Eleanor Cousland, Brother Fergus, sister-in-law Oriana and nephew Oren. Children twins Duncan Bryce and Rose Eleanor Theirin.

Random Notes: loves the sea and sailing; mabari named Galahad; a Ferelden lady – lead from the frontlines and work with your hands; when she is nervous or stressed, she pets her mabari, one of her few tells

Name: Damita Mavis Surana

Worldstate: Worldstate 3 (and Multi-warden AU)

Age: 18 at the start of DAO (born in 9:12 Dragon)

Species/Race: elf

Class/Specialization: mage/spirit healer/shifter/blood mage

Height: 5’2

Gender/sexuality: woman/bi/demi

Romance: Leliana

Characteristics/personality: reserved, inquisitive, clever, organized, shy, caring, often passive; forgiving to a point, her awkwardness is endearing; precise, a kind sweet soul, accepting of her friends

Hair: Long dark brown hair that she braids intricately and bangs (she lets them grow out over the course of the Blight)

Eyes: Purple

Distinguishing features: Freckles across her face and body, no scars whatsoever

Hobbies: research, magic, playing the lute, gathering potion ingredients, sketching

Brief Background: Taken from her family to the Circle when she was 4, she has the barest memories of them. Anders, Karl, and a few others took her under their wings. She was a quiet, obedient child, but she was always watching and learning.

Family: Parents, Myles and Britta Surana, siblings, Sybil, Telia, and Josiya. Cathal Tabris is her cousin on her mother’s side. She considers her companions and friends her family. Her daughters are Delphine and Beata, which she and Leliana adopt after Leliana is declared Divine Victoria.

Random Notes: Her mabari is named Sir Barkington; by the time Inquisition comes around, she wears reading glasses; primary love language is words of affirmation; gets so engrossed in research hours can pass; a bit clumsy

Name: Cathal Elga’nar Tabris

Worldstate: Worldstate 4 (and Multi-warden AU)

Age: 20 at the start of DAO (born 9:10 Dragon)

Species/Race: city elf

Class/Specialization: warrior/twin blades/champion/spirit warrior

Height: 5’6

Gender/sexuality: man/bi

Romance: Morrigan

Characteristics/personality: headstrong, sincere, protective, angry at the world, outspoken, distrusting, unsure of world outside Denerim, blunt, focused, indignant

Hair: white blond hair that reaches his shoulders

Eyes: green

Distinguishing features: left handed, various scars

Hobbies: pick-pocketing, training, map-making, crafting poisons, later traveling, sewing/quilting

Brief Background: Raised in Denerim’s alienage, Cathal has never been outside the city before. His mother taught him the basics of how to use a sword, and after her death, he continued to train in secret, observing templar’s and knights training when he could. Took every opportunity to steal or trouble nobles/guards without getting caught.

Family: Father Cyrion and his mother, Adaia (though his mother was killed many years ago by humans). He is close with his cousins, Shianni and Soris. He has some memory of his aunt’s family and he remembers that he had a lot of cousins (which he later learns was Damita’s family). Kieran is his son.

Random Notes: Has both a dislike of extremely enclosed spaces and wide-open areas; mabari is named Traitor. Loves warm bread and crisp apples. Gets a tattoo of a bear print over his heart (for Morrigan), later adds a small white print over it for Kieran.

Name: Signa Brosca

Worldstate: Worldstate 5 (and Multi-warden AU)

Age: 23 at start of DAO (born in 9:07 Dragon)

Species/Race: casteless dwarf

Class/Specialization: rogue/archer

Height: 4’4

Gender/sexuality: woman/pansexual

Romance: poly Alistair/Zevran (in multi-warden AU – Freya Aeducan)

Characteristics/personality: sarcastic, thoughtful, grin and bear it mentality, will steal anything on a dare, daring, so very curious, a survivor, laughs easy, not shy at all

Hair: short white hair

Eyes: sky blue eyes

Distinguishing features: casteless tattoo

Hobbies: pick-pocketing, cooking (she can make anything taste good), trick-shots; parkour

Brief Background: Born in Dusttown, Signa has faced an uphill battle her whole life, struggling to fight for a living. She early on learned the value of stealing, which attracted the Carta’s attention.

Family: Rica Brosca is the only family she cares about. Well and later her nephew.

Random Notes: Mabari is named Barkspawn (she takes Alistair’s suggestion); has an incredible sense of direction; Alistair teaches her to read; When Zev confronted her about her feelings for either him or Alistair, she pulled Zev over to Alistair and forced the three of them to work it out.

Name: Freya Aeducan

Worldstate: multi-warden AU

Age: 25 at start of DAO (born 9:05 Dragon)

Species/Race: dwarven noble

Class/Specialization: rogue/double axes

Height: 4’5

Gender/sexuality: trans woman/bi

Romance: Signa Brosca

Characteristics/personality: cultured, tenacious, calculating, proud, ruthless

Hair: long black hair kept up in a braid bun

Eyes: grey eyes

Hobbies: training with her axes, studying history and strategy,

Brief Background: Freya was only 7 when she told her father that even though she was born the identical twin to her brother, Liam, she was actually a girl. Her father accepted this immediately, sending out notices that Freya would take her grandmother’s name. She tackled politics with wicked pleasure, loving the secrets and machinations. In the AU, Freya and Liam meet up with Signa in the deep roads and travel together to survive, until they meet the Wardens and then win back the throne. Freya and Signa marry and are queens of Orzammar.

Name: Liam Aeducan

Worldstate: multi-warden AU

Age: 25 at start of DAO (born 9:05 Dragon)

Species/Race: dwarven noble

Class/Specialization: warrior/two-handed

Height: 4’5

Gender/sexuality: ace/aro man

Romance: N/A (marries Rica Brosca in a marriage of convenience)

Characteristics/personality: sweet, tired, wants to be left alone with his books, wants to be a shaper

Hair: long black hair and beard

Eyes: grey

Brief Background: Liam appreciated that he would never have to rule. He is a gentle soul, having no desire for Dwarven politics.

*Art by @star--nymph and @destinyapostasy. Picrews from here and here*

Link to my OC Masterpost: Hawke Edition!

#dragon age #MY OCs #dragon age origins #Ciembe Mahariel #Catheryne Cousland #Damita Surana #Cathal Tabris #Signa Brosca #Freya Aeducan #Liam Aeducan #masterpost #for future reference #a twist in fate #grey wardens #long post

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