#Rylan speaks

[andromaqves]

saw this meme and immediately thought: RYLAN

[grayfeather]

Somehow customers at my job "she/her"ing me (despite my pronoun pin) isn't as bad as them mishearing Rylan as Riley

Something about getting called Riley really just pisses me off the most

[angeltism]

I need to ramble about Aven (no, not that Aven, silly! Yes, name borrowed because this is a self insert and I use the name because of the character, but shh can we pretend he doesn't exist while I talk about this fella) I'm gonna explode

[youredreamingofroo]

Random Question of the Day: List the sexuality and gender of all or most of your OCs. Feel free to send this to your mutuals as well.

Hey anon! thank you for this :3c I'll just go down the line of as many of my prominent OCs as I can think of (I'll list gender / sexuality respectively)

Roo: Genderfluid, Gay

Leo: Cis, Gay

Nirvana: Cis, Homoflexible (the best label for sexuality that I can give her tbh 😭)

Hero: Cis, Aroace

Onia: Cis, Pansexual

Virginia and Reese are both Cishet

Jordynn: Cis, Bisexual

Sean: Cis, Straight

Devan: Demiboy, Bisexual

Deliahna: Cis, Lesbian (Altho she discovers she's Demigirl and Aroace later in life :))

Juniper: Cis, Straight

Rylan: Trans (FtM), Straight

Ithuriel: Cis, Lesbian

Nanel: Cis, Lesbian

Moray: Trans (FtM) (However he often prefers to be referred to as androgynous/non-binary), Demiromantic / Gynesexual

Eek: Intersex (Fem-presenting but they choose to identify as Non-Binary), Heteroflexible

1504: Agender, Aroace

[quaranmine]

also??? mr weir? why and how did you steal my OC that I've had for about the last decade? hello?

-main character of project hail mary: is named ryland, is a teacher, and good at astronomy and physics (among other sciences)

-my oc that i've had for years: is named rylan, and is an astrophysicist and professor at a university

i was. so shocked HELP

i have just spent like 7.5 of the last 18 hours (finally) reading project hail mary by andy weir. actually, let's call it 7.5 of the last waking 11.5 hours to account for my sleeping LOL

[evertidings]

— JANUARY 2024.

accomplishments.

i meant to write this yesterday. and the day before. and, well, yes, also the whole weekend. it's not much of a monthly update when we're already a week into february, but we're ignoring it. time flies; it's so crazy.

i hate to admit it but january was not a good month for me in terms of writing. i really thought my last semester at school would be easy (ha) so i was overestimating how much i could get done. the truth is, i haven't touched when twilight strikes for a while. and it pains me heavily. i wish i was working on that rather than my essays (boooo!!!) but i can't afford a fail when i'm so close to graduating. so, reluctant priorities. in an ideal world, chapter eleven would come out this month. in reality, i have no date. i would love march, but my progress has been so slow i can't guarantee it.

to speak on the little i have written, though, i think it's going really well. i'm diving into some complicated things and while it's challenging, it's also been super fun. i might have mentioned this last month but a lot of things are reaching a culminating point. because of that, the chapter is definitely more plot-driven than fluff, but (don't worry!) at the same time, it's still very character-driven. i don't think it'd be a 'me' chapter if it wasn't. Blane, K and Rylan have whole scenes (K and Rylan are in one scene together, Blane is on their own; i've yet to decide how or if I'm doing it for A and N). i'm really excited for you to read them.

finally, as some of you may know, February is also the month of my anniversary. it'll be three years since i posted my intro post here on tumblr and damn, like i said, time flies. it's funny because i thought it'd be done by now, but hey, here i still am, writing chapter eleven and *struggling* with it. usually, i post some sort of anniversary special, but since i'm so behind this year, i haven't been able to get a start on it. i'm really sorry about this—i was so excited about it too because i know exactly what i want to do. i still plan for it to be released, but just not on the deadline of the actual day, unfortunately. so if anyone was looking forward to that, you'll have to wait.

on a lighter note, i hope you're all doing well! hopefully, february will be kinder to me in terms of assignments <3

[keerysfreckles]

hi can you write a joe keery fic where they just recently got married and seeing joes family and reader being super cute with his baby nieces and nephews and joes super obsessed with it thankss

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I'LL SOB

pairing: joe keery x f!reader (married)

warnings: JUST PURE FLUFF !!!!!! okay ONE sexual comment but thats it, use of y/n and she/her pronouns, random names used for relatives (besides parents)

a/n: in my joe keery era fr

⋅•⋅⊰∙ ☆ ∙⊱⋅•⋅

"why are you nervous babe? you saw them at the wedding?"

joe and y/n keery have been sitting in their small car parked in joe's parents' house for the past five minutes. y/n didn't know why she was nervous either, which explains why she didn't answer her husband's question.

joe grabs y/n's hand and rubs his thumb over hers. "i know it's gonna be a lot of my family. if you get overwhelmed at all, we can leave, okay?"

y/n nods, before leaning forward and placing a kiss on joe's cheek. "i love you," her voice is soft.

"i love you," joe responds, with nothing but adoration filling his eyes.

the couple make their way to the front door. joe knocks and not even a second later, the door opens revealing joe's mother, laura.

"oh you guys made it!" she exclaims, pulling her son into a hug. "hello y/n," she pulls y/n into a hug, making her relax slightly.

joe and y/n make it through the threshold of the house, and are instantly greeted by joe's older sister, maddie.

she envelopes both of them in hugs, and informs them all the nieces and nephews are in the living room. joe takes y/n's coat, and the food they brought from her. he kisses her temple before telling her he'd be in the kitchen.

y/n makes her way to the living room, and just as maddie said, five children were playing with toys or watching the cartoons on the tv.

"aunt y/n!" gracie yells, alerting the other four kids in the process.

gracie was maddie's oldest daughter, then rylan, and jack was their only boy.

joe's other sister hannah, has two boys, adam and tristan.

all of the children come running towards y/n, as she kneels on the floor to bring them all into one big group hug.

"hey kiddos! happy holidays," y/n smiles.

she ruffles jacks hair, before following all of them. she sits on the edge of the couch, watching all of their activies.

"what are you all up to?" y/n asks no one in particular.

"me and gracie are playing with our new dolls," rylan answers.

"we have another if you want to play!" gracie announces.

y/n objects, "oh no, i couldn't intrude on the tea party you two have going on."

y/n turns to the three boys on the other side of her.

"how have my favorite boys been?"

"good!" they all chorus, earning a laugh from y/n.

adam's quick to show her the new toys he got that morning, along with jack and tristan.

down the hallway and in the kitchen, laura and her husband, thomas, along with joe and his sisters were all adding the finishing touches to the christmas dinner.

"oh honey, can you call y/n and the kids in here for dinner?" laura asks. joe nods, before walkings towards the living room.

he peaks his head into the area. his heart melts at the sight in front of him.

y/n was sat on the floor besides the three boys, as tristan was explaining how his new trucks worked. she kept going back and forth between the boys and girls, as they were all excited about her being there.

joe jumps slightly at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. laura looks over his shoulder at y/n and the kids.

"you picked a good one joe," she kisses his cheek before speaking again. "y/n, kids, dinner's ready."

the kids all immediately get up and run into the dining room. y/n kneels on the floor, and starts tidying the toys. joe walks over towards her. "y/n, you don't need to do that. those buggers are going to come right back and play with them after dinner."

"i don't mind joe," y/n dismisses.

joe holds his hand out, "come on, you heard my mom," he laughs while helping y/n stand, "dinner's ready."

y/n leans forward and kisses joe's lips softly. joe happily kisses back, without letting go of both of y/n's hands.

y/n tries pulling away but joe only pulls her into another kiss.

"ah ah ah," y/n places a hand on joe's chest and chuckles, "how about we skip dessert here, and you can have some when we get home?"

"oh i like that idea," joe kisses y/n's forehead, "i like that a lot actually."

[wolfawaycamp]

silly… but rylan with amab dylan having an emotional coming out out as genderfluid (they/them) to ryan, who is amab nonbinary (he/they)?

hurt/comfort with maybe dylan sitting in ryans lap 🥺

🌦️ This might not be quite what you were aiming for, it ended up a bit less emotional (Dylan is Dylan and Ryan is Ryan and they wanted to do their own thing), but this is where I got to. I hope you still enjoy!!

“But, um, yeah,” Ryan finished his rundown of his day today, “It was kinda weird because of that thing where I think she forgot I’m not cis.”

Dylan braced themself, then held their hand up for a high-five and Ryan just gave them one on instinct from where they were sitting next to each other on their couch— since camp, and especially since they got together, Dylan made it a point to high-five (aka: ‘touch hands’) as much as possible.

“Twinning!” Dylan said in an overdone valley-girl accent, heart in their throat.

Ryan gave them a completely puzzled look, “Wait, twinning on what?”

“Y’know… gender,” Dylan said, trying to stay cool but feeling sick.

Ryan still had a blank look to him. “What?”

Dylan shook out their hand, as if they could shake off the nerves, and said, “Ryan, I’m genderfluid.”

“Oh,” Ryan said. He made a few cut-off sounds, and drew Dylan closer to him. They curled into his side. Dylan was too afraid to speak before Ryan gave them some sort of answer, even though Ryan was nonbinary too. The fear didn’t care if it was irrational, semi-rational, whatever.

Ryan finally responded with a meek, “Was I supposed to know?”

Dylan laughed but they also felt like they could cry. “No, I— I haven’t told anyone.”

“That’s why you were asking so many gender questions,” Ryan mused, and turned to look at them. “Um, I support you. If that wasn’t obvious.”

Dylan straddled Ryan for a proper hug, clinging onto him like a koala, limbs shaking. “It should have been obvious, but my dumbass brain got scared,” they said, muffled into Ryan’s shoulder, “Felt like one of those fireworks was about to set off inside my chest, or something.”

Ryan patted them awkwardly on the back. Dylan appreciated it, because it was so Ryan. “Uh— do you have a new name or anything?”

“Nope, I’m still Dylan-Dylan. You can still call me your boyfriend and stuff but you can also— um— call me your girlfriend,” they said, head still full of ‘just tell him your pronouns, Dylan’, then brought themself to it. “...They pronouns, though.”

“Oh, shit, okay. Sorry if you, uh, didn't like when I called you ‘he’ before. I know I didn't know but, uh. Yeah.”

They bit back the laughter that almost came with Ryan's floundering and responded, “You're fine.”

Ryan was so bad at this, but to be honest, it was just what Dylan needed.

[rylexcallahan]

closed starter for @irzaozer location: soundwave

Rylan wasn't sure how he'd ended up seated next to the mayor. For once he didn't pay too much attention to his surroundings -- even more surprising was the fact that he was casually enjoying his drink rather than purposely seeking out chaos. Turning on his seat to catch a good look at the man's profile, he took another sip before speaking. "Don't you think there's a bigger case the police should be focusing on solving than fucking up some local guy's life? I mean, I get it, he killed a man. So what? Someone's been targeting and kidnapping people for how long now and there've been no consequences yet. How's that fair?"

[journalsouppe]

THE WIND WAKER AHHHHHHHH I love this game SO much, ranked right below OOT and MM for my all time favorites.

One of my biggest critiques of the game is that I wish Aonuma was given the proper time to develop the game since you can tell that there should be more but a lot was cut out for time constraints. Still an incredible game but what I would give to have a full scale sequel or the full scope of the original game T^T!!!

Writing typed below as well as my game notes! (Game notes won't be typed since it's just a mess of notes for puzzles and things to come back to)

Rating: 9.0 Played: Su 2023 Recommended by: Rylan Version: Original Port: (originally Dolphin emulation but bought a Gamecube and OG TWW bc the emulator kept crashing)

Comments

iPad kid... my son (about link)

love Mkaar

THE LITTLE ANIMATIONS

ww Ganondorf is my favorite

LOVE YOU ARYLL

the kids are adorable

the music and SFX are SO CUTE!!!!!!

the actual GC version is much better than emulating

Link's too small for the door i_i I love him

ooo the upside down triforce in outset

I like the wind waker (the instrument lmao)

oo god of winds

ooo you can control seagulls?

MASSIVE pig...

PEAHATS? >:(

oo a cauldro lemme climb in -> THEYRE SAVE POINTS!!

DARKNUT AND ARMOS

I HATE GOHMAS

link is just a sweet little guy T-T <3

inch resting great deku tree

STUPID 25 LETTERS

LOVE the syrup Korok

LINK IS THE SAME HEIGHT KOROKS

how long has hyrule been flooded and how old is zelda? why is there a statue of link...

Oooo did Link from OOT speak a different language with the Great Deku Tree? (bilingual king)

ooo I love that King of the red lions joins you at the tower of gods

magic is in this game *eye emojis*

ooo ganon's tower theme when stormy

all the OOT sages in stained glass omg :)

NOT TETRA'S PIRATES HOLDING THE BOMB GUY HOSTAGE

there's a lot to process at the cabana

TETRA IS LIKE 10 YOU CREEPS

HYRULE CASTLE THEME

i'm forever haunted by the floormasters

why did zelda lose all of her melanin

is the king of red lions actually the king of jyrule?

PHANTOM GANON DEAD MANS VOLLEY FUCK

the return of tingle...

ZELDA 2 STORY

moe the MOBLIN?

MAKARS WALK T-T

THE MEOW

schooner

love the maze idea

ghost ship next to me!!!!

GANON MOLDORM

I love this game so much holy shit. What a perfect sequel to the Hero of Time story, what a great continuation of Ganondorf's motive. I definitely wish there was more, esp dungeons and zora and towns, but this game was made pretty quick after MM and on the GC so I know there are limitations. Everything from Link, Tetra, the sound effects, the stylization, the Rito, the Koroks, Ganondorf, oh my god I absolutely adore it. Everything about it is so unique yet having the core Zelda elements within it. I also noticed how many future games took a lot of inspiration from this game, esp TP and TOTK. I also love how involved Tetra/Zelda is to the plot, Link could not have succeeded without her help, esp in the final battle and when saving Aryll. This game gives so much personality and background to Link and Tetra, every single cutscene is such a delight. This would be a super replayable game if my GC wasn't so wonky. Hopefully it'll come back to the switch. I love this game :')

[probably-a-plant-thing]

August 25th: Randy Briggs

Word Count: 666

a/n: This is in first person. Just letting you know now.

Rylan Hitchcock is the worst guy on Earth.

While on the immediate surface, anyone would think I’m exaggerating, but I’ve learned that just below the surface one finds he’s truly the devil embodying a nineteen-year-old bastard.

He’s the town's biggest known secret. Everyone knows him and it always feels like everyone hates him too. Rylan makes sure of it, flaunting himself like a punked-out peacock except instead of presenting for some tail, he’s looking for a fight. Fights he’ll always win because a man like that never fights clean simply because Rylan Hitchcock doesn’t have an honorable bone in his body. Crotch shots and gang-ups until someone stops him or he gets bored. Rylan is Satan’s favorite bully.

A bully is bad enough but it’s another thing when that bully is bigger than you. Way bigger. Rylan is like a cougar, you never see him hiding until it’s far too late. He’s a big cat with leering eyes and bloody claws.

And he’s tall.

Really tall.

Teachers have to look up at him tall, tall enough that he’ll mock you by bending down to your eye level. I’ve heard rumors that he’s 6’7 but that’s only when he isn’t wearing heels. He always wears heels. Thick-heeled leather boots that break your nose when it comes crashing down on you.

I would know, that’s how we “properly” met.

I don’t even remember what the excuse was or if there even was one, to begin with. I just remember that I bumped into one of his friends on the way to class but he was gone before I could apologize. The next passing period, I was dragged into the bathroom, and all I remember of that “fight” was the strong taste of snotty pennies, the growing pain swelling in my face, and the cold wet linoleum tiles on the floor. I couldn’t believe it really happened but reality settled in with black swallowing the corners of my vision. My mind couldn’t process the threats and jeers he must have been making though I swear all I could hear was the stupid laugh of him and his friends.

I couldn’t believe a guy like this had friends. Three friends. The one I bumped into was Simon, a guy that I’d never seen without headphones or speak a single word. Klaus is short and reminds me of a goblin and apparently, he shaved his eyebrows off during the summer. Then there's Axel. 

Axel is the only one I can stand because he was the one who told Rylan I’d had enough. Asking around I learned he came to this tiny town from overseas, I think the Netherlands, and Rylan quickly scooped him into his gang. Being an outsider here must be the only reason Axel has the balls to be Rylan’s breaks.

Axel was the one who helped me stand and helped take me to the nurse’s office. 

I remember I asked him why he hung out with someone like Rylan. The other two I had an answer for, Simon and Klaus were terrible like him. Yet I had deemed Axel different in my brain. I don’t think he answered my question, only dumped me off at the office before turning to leave. I thanked him, I think.

I’m never going to forget that. I’m never going to forget that Rylan is violent, that he’s crass, and that he’s stupidly tall. I’m never forgetting that taste of snotty pennies in the back of my throat that reappears every time I see him across the hallways.

My nose didn’t heal right after that attack. A constant reminder of him in the mirror and a constant reminder to watch my back. I never really felt scared of another person until that day but simply walking to classes the rest of the week felt like I was a deer trying to survive but constantly spooked by the idea of a mountain lion staring me down. 

Rylan Hitchcock is the worst guy in my life. 

[angeltism]

wts brainrot wts brainrot wts brainrot

[faded-mage]

Avise

Avise was pretty sure she lost count of the days. Work felt slow and she grew tired of remaining idle as the days passed. She knew Cullen and his troops were on their way from Skyhold but Hawke and Alistair returned with the news they were expecting - the remaining Grey Wardens travelled to Adamant Fortress and were holed up inside. The elf grew increasingly antsy and could not keep still. She could feel Solas’ gaze on her as she paced inside the barracks, the two had retreated inside the building to hide from the midday sun. With little air movement in the barracks, the heat might have actually been worse. They busied themselves while they waited and during one of their expeditions they found a cache of Tevinter artifacts so Dorian was busy inspecting those and Blackwall spent most of his down time with Captain Rylan, assisting with the troops.

The sweat that poured off of Avise felt disgusting. Despite the stares from the troops, Avise often walked around in the barracks in shorts and a breast band, wanting to keep the sweat from soaking her clothing or armor. For the thousandth time that trip she wondered how anyone survived out there. She also missed feeling clean, even after wiping herself down with cool water she could feel the sweat return quickly after. It was a nightmare.

Solas did not seem to mind however. Unless they were out in the sun he went shirtless and only wore a pair of loose linen pants. It had been a while since they were able to be intimate and their current situation did not allow for privacy but Avise enjoyed the view all the same. She looked forward to the trip ending soon, that they could return home and sleep in her bed. After a long bath at least. Avise felt Solas’ hand on her waist, pulling her into him, causing her pacing to halt. He pressed his bare chest against her back as the familiar tingle of his magic crept across his skin. Solas’ skin felt cold. Her entire body leaned into him as he moved his hands to her neck. Avise wore her hair up more often than not these days, to keep it from sticking to her skin. He placed a light kiss between her shoulder blades before wrapping his arms around her. The cold skin felt so good against her that she could not hold back a small groan, her body temperature lowering the longer they were pressed together. The heat felt much less oppressive.

“We really should make you elves get a room,” Dorian chuckled as he rounded the corner to see Solas wrapped around Avise, the sweat on the elf’s skin turning frosty with the magic. Avise did not care, nor move from Solas’ grasp. It was so hot out and it wasn’t like their relationship was a secret. “You’re just jealous you did not think of this sooner, Dorian. I know I am.” Avise felt a small rumble against her back as Solas chuckled softly causing her lips to curl at the edge, Dorian continued speaking, “Perhaps. However, I cannot stay for whatever this turns into because Commander Cullen has arrived with his troops. They want to discuss what to do next. Also, it seems Bull and Varric rode with them and are looking forward to seeing you.”

Solas kissed the back of her neck once more, dropping his hands from her body. The lingering sensation of cold lingered on her skin though she was not keen on heading outside into the sun once again. Exhaling deeply, she shoved her feet into closed boots. As much as she preferred to be barefoot, or at least close to it, the stone floors grew dangerously hot in the sun. Avise pulled Solas’ hand to her lips and kissed his palm before she moved to walk passed Dorian, the mage tried to stop her, pointing out she was only in trousers and a breast band. The elf shrugged, “It’s fucking hot, Dorian. They can get over it. Or stare.” The mage chuckled as he watched her walk from the room.

- - -

The siege of Adamant went well… until it didn’t. The Commander’s forces breached the outer walls which allowed the Inquisitor and her companions to slip inside. They fought through enslaved mages, demons and Grey Wardens as they pressed into each new section of the keep. At each skirmish Avise offered the Wardens to retreat to the Inquisition forces. That they would not be harmed, that the Inquisition had no desire to hurt any more Wardens than they had to. Unfortunately almost all of the mages they encountered were under Corypheus’ control so they were unable to be saved.

Inquisition soldiers backed them most of the way, filling and controlling areas as they were cleared. Taking choke points until they reached the center of the fortress. Through their advancement in the keep Alistair and Hawke joined her group to push forward. The rest felt like a blur. Avise was torn between stopping them at all costs or trying to convince them to join their side. To show them they were being used by a darkspawn. Avise stopped dead in her tracks as they entered the courtyard to see dozens of Wardens turning to look at their small party, Dorian almost barreling into her at full speed. The mage said exactly what she was thinking, “Shit.”

Overlooking the courtyard was Warden-Commander Clarel with Erimond, readying another sacrifice. She tried to appeal to Clarel but it fell on deaf ears until Alistair’s voice rang out behind her, pointing at Erimond directly, “And then he binds your mages to Corypheus!” From the look on Clarel’s face, that got her attention, the Warden-Commander now looking down at the Inquisitor. She could see her confidence was wavering. Clarel’s voice echoed through the courtyard, “Bring it through.” Avise felt the distinct crackle of magic envelop her as the Warden mages channeled magic into the small rift in the center of the courtyard. As the rift grew larger, Avise could see a massive demon, larger than any that she had seen before peaking through the rift. Is it looking directly at me? The elf shuddered with the thought.

The Wardens who were not mages turned towards their group and moved towards them, Hawke and Alistair’s did little to persuade them to stop. Avise was panicked, she could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, she did not think they could defeat them all. She could taste the beginnings of Dorian and Solas’ magic swell behind her. Wiping out the entirety of the Grey Wardens in one fell swoop sounded like a terrible idea despite her hesitations on the Order. They were far from perfect but they would be needed for future Blights. She could hear the panic in her voice as she spoke to them, hands raised to show them she was not reaching for a weapon. Desperate pleas, “Listen to me! I have no quarrel with the Wardens! I have spared those I could, I don’t want to kill you but you’re being used… and some of you know it, don’t you?” A handful of the Wardens expressions faltered as she spoke, good. One from the mob in front of her spoke aloud, his voice echoed, “The mages who’ve done the ritual? They’re not right. They were my friends, but now they’re like puppets on a string.”

Avise’s gaze landed on Clarel in the distance and while the Warden-Commander was trying to stand firm, she could tell she was hesitating. Their words settling in her mind. Erimond grew impatient with their hesitations, showing his hand. He grew angry, his voice berating the Inquisitor, dropping his façade, “My master thought you might come here, Inquisitor! He sent me this to welcome you!” Corypheus’ dragon roared in the sky above them, loose rock and stone rattling under their feet. It was close enough the sound vibrated within their bodies. The appearance of an apparent Archdemon seemed to knock sense into Clarel finally, her dark expression turning towards the magister now. Erimond bolted from Clarel’s side and the Warden-Commander pursued him, yelling behind her as she left, “Help the Inquisitor!”

The elf exhaled shakily, that at least was dealt with. But with a massive Pride demon crawling its way through the open rift, they had more problems. Avise pulled her staff from her back, immediately swinging it around to launch crackling lightning towards the demon as the Wardens all turned and unsheathed their weapons.

- - -

With the help of the Wardens, the Inquisition was able to defeat the Pride demon. They stayed back to hold back smaller demons who began to pour from the open rift. Avise dashed towards the steps, staff in hand, as they followed the path Clarel and Erimond took. She could hear footsteps of her companions behind her so she did not slow, even as they rounded corners and leaped up multiple sets of stairs. Corypheus’ dragon pursued them, finding nooks and small openings in the fortress as they ran. Its jaws snapped at them, fire spewed from its mouth. Bull’s heavy footsteps behind her echoed loudly as the qunari spoke, a hint of humor in his voice, “Dragon’s making things interesting!”

They reached a final set of steps that led to a crumbling bridge, there was no place for Erimond to go. The magister lost his balance as Clarel hurled spell after spell at him from her staff. The man only able to concentrate on putting up a barrier to protect himself. The dragon landed behind Clarel, the bridge shaking under its weight. It snapped the Warden up between its massive jaws and swung its head side to side before tossing her back onto the bridge. She was alive and moving, but barely.

Though the noise and chaos Avise heard Clarel repeating the Warden’s oath aloud. The dragon approached Clarel, heavy footsteps reverberating through the stone. “In war, victory. In peace, vigilance…” As the dragon stepped over her, its attention turning on the Inquisition now. Its head arched back, readying a bolt of fire from its throat, Avise heard the final words of the oath, “In death, sacrifice.” Clarel released a massive, blinding spell into the dragon’s underbelly. It’s body slammed into the bridge below it and the stone crumbled beneath them. The elf frantically yelled, “Go! Go!” to her companions, scrambling to get away from the collapsing bridge. They weren’t moving fast enough, she could feel it as they ran. They weren’t going to make it.

As she fell towards the canyon below, rubble and her companions falling with her, Avise swung her hand forward, the familiar crackle of green energy escaping her palm and creating an open rift below them. They disappeared in a flash of light and the rift was gone.

- - -

Avise was freefalling still, feeling dizzy as her body tumbled through the air. Suddenly she stopped just before hitting the ground, floating in the air. “What…” her voice trembled and then she fell onto her back, a grunt escaping her with the impact. The elf moved slowly, rolling onto her knees while her vision adjusted. Where were they? Her gaze settled on Alistair first but he was standing upside down on a stone arch nearby. Hawke moved into view, perpendicular to the ground. “the fuck?” She heard in her own voice. She slowly stood, resting her hands on her hips as she looked at the two humans defying gravity. Alistair’s voice made her refocus, “Well, this is unexpected.” She gave him a wry smile as Hawke chuckled awkwardly next to them. Maybe the stories were wrong about Alistair, perhaps he was more sarcastic than goofy.

Remembering that they were not the only ones with her, Avise looked around her frantically to see Dorian, Bull and Solas all sprawled out nearby, slowly getting to their feet. No one looked particularly worse for wear and they were all currently alive. Small victories. Hawke slowly walked down the rock towards the ground, stepping hesitantly to be on equal ground. Alistair did much of the same, an awkward hop to land on the plane next to them. Solas was dusting himself off as he stepped next to Avise, the two elves now staring at a large city in the sky in the distance. If that city was what she thought it was, then they were in… “This is the Fade,” Solas’ voice echoed what her mind was slowly knitting together. She could hear the awe and excitement in his voice. They looked at one another, eyes meeting, “The Inquisitor opened a rift. We came through… and survived. I never thought I would ever find myself here physically… Look. The Black City, almost close enough to touch.”

Avise felt like she could not breathe, a mixture of emotions hitting her square in the stomach. The area of the Fade they were in was not pretty, it felt like one formed through pain. The Black City was once the seat of the Maker if the Chantry was to be believed. She felt someone grasp her arm and begin to lead her away, the elf struggling to tear her eyes away from the city in the distance.

They had to keep moving. Wandering through the maze of stone and dirt that made up the Raw Fade, they were able to piece some things together. A powerful demon resided where they were, manipulating the area to its whims. Solas believed that the demon was some form of Nightmare, or Fear and the deeper they traveled the more Avise found he was correct, his words gripping at her as he spoke, “Fear is a very old, very strong feeling. It predates love, pride, compassion… every emotion save perhaps desire. Be wary. The Nightmare will do anything in its power to weaken our resolve.”

Nightmare quickly noticed their presence, its voice echoed through their bodies, rattling through their skin and bone. Avise felt dizzy each time it spoke, its words overtaking her mind. She was unable to ignore it, to push its words out of her head. Was the demon speaking through the Fade itself or was it somehow in their minds? It made little difference, she decided, it snaked its way into their minds with ease.

Their only hope was to reach the rift that lay open at Adamant, they were able to see it in the distance. A glowing beacon of their only possible way out. With each step closer to the rift, the demon tried to claw itself deeper into their fears. Searching for their darkest secrets to reveal to them, to taunt them aloud for everyone to hear. “The Qunari will make a lovely host for one of my minions. Or maybe I will ride his body myself.” Bull was the first to be taunted but he stood strong and continued to walk, chuckling defiantly, “I’d like to see you try.”

Dorian was next and so the demon continued. Comparing Dorian to his father. Taunting Hawke with her fear that she did not matter, that Anders would die because of her, just like the rest of her family. Nightmare spoke to Solas in elvish, the words were familiar but felt old. Avise could make out most of it but it made little sense to her, “Dirth ma, harellan. Ma banal enasalin. Mar solas ena mar din.” Pride is your downfall? Harellan was trickster, she knew. Avise glanced towards Solas and their eyes met when he responded, “Banal nadas.” Nothing is inevitable.

She tried to push the words from her mind, their fears wrapping around her heart. It was intimate in a way she never wanted or at least to have heard their fears from their lips alone so she could offer compassion in return. Avise knew she would come next. There was so much she feared but what part of her ached the most? What part of her did she try to hide from herself in the deepest parts of her mind? It came for her finally and as it spoke the elf’s footsteps grew slower until she stood absolutely still.

“Now Inquisitor, your clan is dead. Wiped out from existence because of you. You were the one to reject tradition and doomed them all by guiding the wolf to your door. You bring death and destruction to everything you touch.”

Avise could not breathe as it spoke, the final words fading away into silence as the vibrations in her body subsided. She had to close her eyes and inhale slowly, deeply. The overwhelming fear of loss and guilt. Was her clan right? Did she draw the Dead Wolf’s treachery to them? Was she the reason they were massacred and an entire line of elves wiped from existence? If true, she was no better than the shem who destroyed and gutted her history. The Nightmare found its way into her very heart and pick at the guilt that sat there, the fear and the despair that she was the one to blame.

She felt Solas move to stand besides her but she could not look him in the eye. A gentle brush of his fingers against her hand made her flinch, she did not deserve the comfort his presence would bring. Her voice sounded hollow, “We need to keep moving.”

The deeper into the Fade they waded, the worse it became. The demon stopped taunting them after it finished with Avise and that made it all the more intimidating. At least when it spoke to them, taunting them, they could pretend it did not have the time to plan something else. Avise rounded a large pillar of stone only to find a cemetery tucked away besides stone steps. She slowly walked up to it, her gaze landing on a stone in front of her. It took her far too long to realize what they were. Again, it was aspects of their deepest fears. Her eyes scanned the headstone in front of her. Solas. Dying Alone carved under his name. Avise took a small step back before turning to try and push everyone out of the cemetery. They couldn’t look, this was what the Nightmare wanted. It wanted to crawl into their heads and break them so they could not leave, “Don’t read them! Turn around!” Her voice was heavy, begging but everyone stood and stared. No one moved.

Bull said nothing as he stood in front of his own stone, folding his arms across his chest as he read his fear. Dorian tried to drag him away but the small mage barely budged the qunari. Solas was not standing in front of his, he had found hers. Her hand shook as she reached out to touch his arm, to try to pull him away. Avise’s eyes flickered over her own stone. It was marred with blood and scorch marks, a crack through the center of it. Aviselan. The clan was right. Solas pulled his eyes away away from the stone but could not meet hers, the mage feared what he saw in the stone. Sadness tugged at his features.

They slowly recovered, still wading through the Fade but their steps were different. Avise could feel it with each moment they were there. Slowly the Nightmare tried to break them and it had succeeded in slowly wearing them down. One more obstacle stood between them and the rift. The impossibly large demon she saw peeking through the rift when they first found the Wardens. It was massive, dozens of eyes scattered over its head. It almost looked like a very large, deformed spider. Of course it was a spider.

Avise pulled her staff and rolled her shoulders back. She pulled all of the anger, the pain that the demon taunted her with and focusing it in the fight. She would show the demon was fear truly was.

- - -

Solas

The silence on their ride from Adamant was deafening. Solas watched Avise from afar while they rode. They successfully pulled themselves from the Fade but each of them had been harmed in a way that would take some time to heal. The loss of Hawke, who sacrificed herself so that they could get through only added to the despair that hung around the group. The Commander was riding alongside Avise, his voice was soft enough that Solas did not know what he was saying to her but the haunted look and faraway detachment in her eyes indicated she heard little of what he said to her.

Seeing and hearing their fears laid bare put a new perspective on how he saw himself and if he were being honest, how he saw Avise. He feared dying alone. Solas felt alone for much of his physical life, never fully settling into a home. Mythal complicated those feelings. He was attached to her in a way that should never have been. She coerced him into service and he fell into blind devotion, likely to make himself feel like he made the right decision but that morphed into resentment as time went on. Even during the rebellion, surrounded by like-minded elves, he felt alone. Solas knew if he asked, Avise would be by his side until the very end and that actually made him more afraid. There was something about her, she was his heart. No, not only that. There was something deeper there that he could not name or at least not remember the name of. Her gold eyes glanced over at him momentarily and his inner monologue disappeared.

She looked tired but also afraid when she looked at him. He heard her fear no matter how hard he tried to push the voice of the Nightmare that invaded their minds, its words echoed in his head even now. Her fear on the headstone only complicated matters. Avise blamed herself for the destruction of her clan. You bring death and destruction to everything you touch, it said. In Solas’ experience it was the exact opposite. She created life and life wherever she went. Another phrase that Nightmare said stuck out to him, By guiding the wolf to your door. He knew of their strange connection across time, that there was something about Fen’harel that drew her to him. Like that string he felt when she pulled him to her in the Fade, the golden light that wove itself between the two of them. Solas also knew the views of the Dalish on the God of Lies, did she fear that she caused their demise and ill-fortune because of her connection to the Dread Wolf? That sat heavy on him, once again the urge to tell her everything formed at the base of his throat like a knot. Solas was a lot of things but he would never hurt her by ripping away everything she ever loved despite what the stories said.

No one spoke for hours as they rode until they could no longer, small chatter around the fire as everyone set up their tents for the evening. Solas originally was set to share a tent with Bull but he needed to check on Avise and he sat the line between not caring what the others saw and knowing that his presence could look poorly on her depending on who shared what with whom. Their relationship was an open secret amongst her inner circle and they were not always the most subtle in their affections.

Avise silently slipped into her tent, avoiding everyone’s gaze while she did so. Solas noticed. He wrestled with rushing to her or waiting until the camp was quiet to go to her, eventually everyone drifted to their own tents and he was left alone with Bull around the fire. Before he could struggle more with the decision, Bull’s voice cut the silence, “Aren’t you going to talk to her?” The elf’s blue-grey eyes glanced towards the towering man, “What do you mean?” The qunari shrugged his shoulders, “We all know you two are sneaking around. I am a pretty good spy but even the dull ones have noticed. That demon asshole said some pretty heavy shit, I am just surprised you’re still sitting here with me instead of trying to talk to the boss.” The elf opened his mouth to say something but he was at a loss for words. The qunari was correct, he should have been in that tent the moment Avise slipped away.

He pushed himself up from the ground with only a nod to the qunari. Solas did not need to confirm that Bull was right, the man looking quite pleased with himself. The elf stepped inside the tent slowly, his voice soft, “Vhenan, are you awake?” There was a faint cry from somewhere inside, the elf entering the tent to find Avise sitting on top of her bedroll with her head in her hands. Solas sat in front of her, his fingers gently pulling her hands from her face so she could look at him. His palms cupped her cheek and he used this thumbs to wipe away the tears sat upon them. Solas gently kissed her forehead and she leaned into his chest, his arms wrapping around her tightly. He spoke to her quietly in elvish, telling her how wonderful and strong she was. How she was resilient. How everyone had fears that hurt and bit and sat quietly in the back of their minds until it screamed to the surface.

“Ir abelas, Solas” he heard her say, muffled as she was still hiding her face in his chest. “I tried to push away the guilt that I was not there to save them. We had our differences and I did not have the desire to return to them but I did not wish for their destruction. But the guilt does not go away.” Solas frowned, pulling the elf from his chest. He needed her to see his face when he spoke. He needed her to see that he was not lying to her, that every word he said was true, “If you had been there, you would have died too. The humans blamed the elves for the sickness that ravaged their city and destroyed them for it. Nothing you could have done would have changed that. Those prejudices run deep.” Solas took her hands in his and slowly kissed each knuckle, “Your touch does not destroy, it creates. You have lifted so many up out of the dirt, protected those that needed protecting. Placed joy in those who sat in their pain and anguish. Myself included. It may be selfish of me but I am glad you are here with me. You may be the last of Clan Lavellan but you are truly a legacy to behold and do them great justice carrying their name.”

She stared up at him for a long time, silent. Her eyes reflected the small amount of light in the tent and he found it to be beautiful. He kissed her hand once more before he continued, “Ar lath ma vhenan. I love you more than I can possibly express.” Solas could not decipher the flurry of emotions that sat on her features until she finally spoke, her brow knitted together in determination. A small peak of the Avise he knew shone through her pain, “Ar lath ma, Solas. For as long as you’ll have me, you will never have to fear dying alone.” Her words created a pain in his chest. Maybe he did not need to fix his past mistakes, maybe with her he could make the world better by fixing the one they were in. That his regrets did not need to push him towards the path he walked alone. He could remain with her as Solas.

With Avise consoled, they laid down on the bedroll with their limbs intertwined. She eventually fell asleep in his arms while he considered her fears. Her quiet breathing lulled him to sleep.

- - -

As the sun rose, so did the heat. Avise looked and sounded significantly better than the night before. Her normal morning grumbling surface as she tried to burrow her face against his chest, trying to hide her eyes from the sunlight. They were set to stop at Griffon Keep for supplies before making the trip back to Skyhold. They also needed to pick up Blackwall and Varric on the way by. Solas knew how fond the dwarf was of Hawke and he did not envy whoever was set to tell him that Hawke sacrificed herself in the Fade for them. The woman was a force and understood Varric’s attachment to her.

Hawke refused to let Alistair stay behind, having grabbed the Warden by the shoulders, shaking him. “A Warden must help them rebuild! That’s your job! Corypheus is mine.” Solas considered their lovers as well. Someone was going to lose their love in some way. Solas knew Hawke was still with Anders, despite him being the catalyst to the Templar-Mage war and Alistair was still with Elera, the Hero of Fereldan. Avise received a letter from Elera before they left for the west, requesting that she kept Alistair safe the best she could. That she could not lose him. He thought of Avise and how he would feel receiving a letter that she sacrificed herself for others. The thought made a knot appear in his stomach.

The last thing Hawke said to Avise, their eyes meeting before the woman rushed the demon in the Fade, “Say goodbye to Varric for me.” He knew Avise would take it to heart and be the one to break the news to Varric, no matter how much it hurt. Awe sat within Solas as he considered their final moments in the Fade, he swore he heard Hawke say to herself before she left them, “Sorry, Anders.”

[youredreamingofroo]

hello, roooo! the oc emoji asks are so intriguingg. allow me to send you 🕷️ and 🙊 for roo heheh 🙂‍↔️🤞🏻 ALSO TYSM for always hyping up my baby camilla aaaaaaa 🥺🫶🏻

AAA FELI! Thank you for the ask!! Also YOUR WELCOMEEEE I love hyping up my mutuals' sims and Camilla is just so gorgeous (go check her out, this is a PSA 🫵🫵) that I cant help but HYPE. HER. UP!!!

Onto the emoji asks ~

🕷️ [ Spider ] - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears? - Roo has a bunch of big fears, and I can't choose so here's all his biggest fears; rejection (art imitates life), tight spaces (claustrophobia), dying and spiders (ironic cuz of the emoji LMAO). In terms of mundane or irrational fears... it's hard to say because whether a fear is irrational/mundane is kind of subjective, so uhhh, here's a couple other fears that you can debate on whether or not are irrational; driving (not being driven, but driving himself), "apeirophobia"/"megalophobia" (excessive fear of infinity, eternity, and the uncountable / fear of large objects), change, and being stared at (despite liking eye contact, we love an indecisive king)

🙊 [ Speak-no-evil ] - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about? - So honestly, when I first saw this, I actually was stumped LMFAO which is kind of a first for one of these, I'm not sure how to answer this but ! I'll do my best LMAO. Roo doesn't like to be a broken record, albeit he does repeat things, but he doesn't like to keep saying the same thing, he perceives himself as being annoying- that being said, he can never shut up about Leo, Rylan (his friend that has not been introduced </3) has heard more about Leo than he has heard about Roo himself, and with recent events (the dream kiss), he's been on about Leo more and more.

[cielcreations]

Sweet Mix Nene is here!

Reminder: This is a collaborative AU with my awesome friend, @upmost-rylan!

Nene is a Pink Chocolate hybrid! She's her normal sadist/masochistic self, but instead of using knives, she uses broken chocolate carving tools that she has sharpened to be knives/to actually hurt. She can also make things out of (pink) chocolate, but she usually doesn't cause, idk if you guys know this, but chocolate melts so....

Speaking of melting, when she gets angry, her hair will actually turn into a pinkish-red color and start to bubble/melt! Pico witnesses it first hand when he fucked up by not killing Boyfriend...

[evertidings]

firstly, i know in the story it mentions A’s combined adhd and i want to say that i absolutely love that you added that into the character because i also have combined adhd and it’s not everyday i get to see it acknowledged in media. thank you !!!

onto the question. i was wondering if the other characters have any mental health disorders or disabilities? i apologize if you already answered a question like this.

i think i have answered something like this before but since i’m on my phone and can’t search it up, i’ll write another post haha.

A: combined ADHD, general anxiety disorder

Blane: PTSD, mild depression

N: mild general-anxiety disorder

K: dissociative disorder

Rylan: hyperactive-impulsive type ADHD (undiagnosed)

this is just a note to say that while this definitely isn’t to romanticize any of these disorders, it should be said that they are also not something to be fixed (specifically speaking about ADHD and general anxiety disorder). for these characters, these disabilities simply just… are. for example, A does what’s best for them and their ADHD (having different work habits, for one). they do not need to be “cured.” the same goes for Rylan.

on the other hand, while Blane might learn to heal from their trauma, it’ll never fully go away. too often depression and PTSD are depicted as something you fix once by going to therapy. the reality is that it’s a long process and while you can become “better,” it’s not something that just disappears.

i have some of these disorders myself so i know writing about them requires care and attention. my goal is never to offend, so if you do have criticism or feedback on how things are portrayed please do let me know <3