#Shrike Shepard

[pearwaldorf]

This is an introduction to Hozier playlist for my friend @junemermaid. The categories are a little idiosyncratic, but I think they make sense. I don't know what music services you have access to, so there are no links. I trust you can figure out how to get access to the songs.

Things I didn't know I needed words for until I heard these songs

Foreigner's God

Butchered Tongue (an introduction to the song from the Choctaw Theater in Oklahoma)

(additional reading: “A’ghailleann”: On Language-Learning and the Decolonisation of the Mind, by my friend Iona. It is about Gaelic and not having access to the first language you spoke, and how we deal with those sorts of things.)

Wry narration from self-aware narrators

Jackie and Wilson

Almost (Sweet Music)

Nobody

(What I mean is in contrast to something like this from Lord Huron. The narrator's a fucking idiot but I'm not sure he's aware of that.)

Horny but not really about sex (but not not either)

De Selby Part 2 (the video, starring fellow Irishman Domhnall Gleeson, is so pretentious, I love it to bits)

Talk (the song I'm totally going to make a Hannigram vid to, one of these days I swear)

NFWMB

Yes he really is Like That, Tumblr was not exaggerating

In a Week

Like Real People Do

In the Woods Somewhere

To be fair, I think he's gotten away from this a lot more since the debut album. People mean the bog prince nonsense affectionately, but I think they also use it as an excuse to ignore his more political songs. (On the other hand, the oatmeal.)

The way white people should cover songs by Black artists

Say My Name (more info on why he decided to cover it)

Problem > Regulate (As a child of the 90s I respect this so much)

The ones I'm really fucking angry about because they're gorgeous and beautiful and poetic

Work Song (the second song I would put on any Shepard/Garrus playlist)

Shrike

Unknown / Nth (this is an Aziraphale/Crowley song to me; the bridge fucking took me out at the knees the first time I heard it)

Abstract (Psychopomp) (This song is deeply weird in the best way. It is the perfect early oughts pop song I always wanted from Coldplay but it's about a formative and somewhat disturbing event in the narrator's childhood. But also about romantic love somehow?)

Unreal Unearth is, I think, a level up in terms of poetic lyricism.

The prettiest song you will ever hear about domestic violence and is really weird to sing along to live because of that

Cherry Wine

A disturbingly well-adjusted breakup song

All Things End

That random EDM song he did a couple years ago that's actually really good??

Tell It To My Heart

[help-an-alter]

Hey!! So uh— we have come across a .. issue and now we have 4 different alters that need nicknames! Because they have the exact same name just with a different number

They're fictives of shadow company soldiers, the only way I can describe them is as reckless, a little stupid but nice, mamas boys and chaos incarnate. I don't know if that helps at all with nicknames, I am so sorry

Hey Anon, apologies for the wait. The mod who originally claimed this post is unable to post right now and it took me a minute to gather these! I hope they’re okay, if you’d like something different feel free to send in another ask and i’ll prioritize it!

NICKNAMES: outlaw, panther, raptor, nightfall, bullet, assassin, alder, archer, noir, black noir (MWII), blackburn ( CoD2:BRO), venom, sentinel, snipe, avenger, strike, shrike, khaos, kratos, corvo, shepard, phantom, rifle, little guy (/j), noctis, shrine, lincoln, zine, silence/silent, hound, howl, river, talon, tails, marshal, corporal, flame, blaze, phoenix, discord, tartarus, gamer, grim, othrus, sour, shade, cyborg, earthquake, calibre, cannon, bayonet, baton, nighthawk, magnum, howie (howitzer), gauge

[autisticrosewilson]

First of all, you have given me so much to work with, thank you so much. Second of all, I’m really glad you could see where I was going with Grant’s real test not actually being about killing Slade. Third of all, I absolutely love what you’ve suggested with the powers and I am currently designing met gala esque outfits for the trio and Tara’s specifically is really fun to play around with. I’ve been thinking to show they’re becoming more divine I’ll change their hair and eye colours but not their faces for the most part. I was drawing robin Jason with Natalia and decided he should have brown eyes and a crooked nose from breaking it as a kid but once he returns his eyes get weird (eg go blue and occasionally other colours), a patch of his hair went white and he lost all of his scars. Also, I think the closer they get to divinity I’m gonna draw cracks on their body that glow with their specific colours just to hammer home how they’re shedding their mortal forms.

With Tara being able to see the strings of fate, I though it’d be fun to give her a harp and then with Jason having the see no evil trait I thought it’d be fun to give him weighing scales since lady justice wears a blindfold. Idk what to give Grant though. I mean probably a weapon of some sort or maybe a Shepard’s crook that he can turn into a scythe to play into the sheep, wolf, Hunter thing.

With Jason and Tara’s splintering, I love the idea of them making fun of Grant for being the baby god. He hasn’t even had a cult yet, gosh he’s so young. Also them being besties just holds a special place in my heart.

And I just came up with this, of course they have parallels to the trinity but in universe rumours of their existence have been around much longer than Bruce, Clark and Diana. They’re the big three of the justice league but these guys are justice gods. So they start calling themselves the justice trinity but then people get confused about which trinity is which because the justice leagues’ trinity sounds awfully close to the justice gods’ trinity. The new all caste is certainly more distinctive branding but the point isn’t to be distinctive, it’s to be petty.

I'm so glad my unmedicated rambling helped!!! And I'm so excited for the outfits!!! I love when characters start becoming less and less human, when they're stuck in that uncanny valley spot of not quite human but not entirely Other, when they lose control and the cracks start to show...um I should probably give a warning for slight body horror elements. Not in the gore sense, in the "this body is not made of flesh and there is something divine clawing it's way out". Uh also there are teeth. Just. Teeth. I dipped into a little bit of cosmic horror at the end there because I wanted to cover my bases with mixed mythologies

Jason, with his defined splinters, is usually depicted with three faces in ancient texts. The Child, gaunt and dark colored, is said to appear before the downtrodden and impoverished. The few stories remaining tell of kindly people who give him an offering, and in exchange he reveals his true form, with his crown of golden ivy and beautiful strong wings to gift them bounties of food and water and riches. Other stories tell of not so kind encounters, where The Child witnesses an injustice - typically against women or children - and again reveals his true form, one with clawed hands and a mouth dripping with blood. Scholars argue what the wings looked like, but whichever All-Caste member annotated it before has compared their likeness to either a Robin or a Shrike.

There's also The Ghost, He appears young at first glance, but his hair is wirey and gray, his eyes milky and unseeing, in bloodied armor he greets the souls of the damned as they're delivered to him, and with scarred hands he wipes the tears of children taken too soon. Accounts of this face are few and far between, but all of them are entrenched in sorrow.

Finally there is The Soldier, scarred and still smoking from the ruins of battle he emerges, giving voice to the weak and resources to the needy. He champions revolutionaries and philosophers first, a strategist who delights in the liberation of the people from corrupt systems. Accounts of him usually come from times of famine and war, and he was particularly popular with poor villages, who would mark the graves of their dead with the symbol of his sword as offerings. For some reason or other, he got particularly popular with the youth, girls and boys both seemed to pray for him and leave him offerings.

The way these manifest on Jason is subtle at first. I could go the body horror route, but I won't. Yet. Instead I think his splinters show up as reflections, shadows, imprints. The faint echo of bell-like laughter when Jason does a move he learned as Robin, the image of a younger him with longer hair and unblinking eyes staring at him in the mirror. It gets worse when he gets the blades, the white streaks his hair, the swirling mark covers more of his skin every time he uses them, he trails the scent of smoke and blood behind him like a signature. His scars...they should disappear. They have for everyone else who used the pit, but instead his skin starts cracking. Any place he's ever been scarred glowing cracks break up his skin. He can't feel them, but he's always aware of them, the meaning behind them, the divinity literally leaking through his body. His eyes aren't brown anymore. They aren't even green. He looks in the mirror and they are copper, molten and burning. He tries his best to keep his mask on.

What do you think of when you imagine the word divinity? Probably something like Tara. Something with skin carved from stone, with moss and fungus crawling up her legs and snow laden shoulders. They say her hair is made of swirling clouds and the sun and moon are her eyes.

Some say she's a nymph although no one knows what kind. You're just as likely to see her name among the naiads as the dryads. Whether flowers bloom where she dances or waves crash when she sings, she's known to be more vicious towards suitors than her sisters.

Others have said she's a faerie, who takes the faces of lost daughters and lovers, slipping into their places seamlessly, forcing unruly men to pay their dues. Others say she's a shifter of a different sort, with a shawl of feathers and a crown of twine and gems. Stories range from men trying to steal her coat (and paying dearly) to lost children returned safely home on the back of a swan.

Tara doesn't think about it at first, the way gravity tends to cede to her, she doesn't notice how sunflowers turn their faces towards her instead of the sun. She doesn't notice the way her face...shifts. it's imperceptible really, and it's not like she looks in the mirror all that often. But everyone around her notices it, on some level, the way her expressions are off. A little too exaggerated. The way her limbs bend just a little too oddly. The way she never looks quite the same as she did the day before, the way she picks up features from the people around her the way she picks up rocks from ground to add to her collection. Clay molded subtly into the image of those she loves, a museum of everyone she's ever met. She does notice when her hair starts going white at the ends, the strange way her hair starts to curl unnaturally, almost floating. She's not so upset about her eyes, the deep blue of her father that has glared down at her day after day, she has changed her hair, her face, her language but she could not change her eyes. It seems she didn't have to, when she wakes up with one a little too silver to be gray and one a little too gold to be brown. And then her skin starts splitting, a cavern made from a broken rib and ravines made by the slashing of knives. She doesn't even bleed anymore, they never scab over. They crystallize, amber like ambrosia, like ichor. Her body a geode waiting to be cracked open to let the thing within finally break free.

They know the least about Grant, whatever he used to be. Half written scrolls, torn or burnt or simply stopped abruptly, illegible journal entries with symbols never recorded in any known language, half finished sketches where the details are never quite clear. A few things are usually consistent though, signs that he's been there, usually from hunters down on their luck or the particularly old and sickly. First, the howling. Like a wolf or a storm, although later accounts would add that it occasionally sounds like a mechanical whirring. Then the rabbits, dead and gutted, but not a trace of blood. Piles of them left in heaps on doorsteps or windowsills. Some have reported knocking at strange hours or finding teeth in their homes, a mix of human and animal. There is one photo on record, the most recent thing in the archive most likely, of claw marks on the side of a barn, too big and oddly serrated, certainly not from anything native to the area. Elderly that report these phenomena typically pass from heart problems within the week, according to some of the old medical files.

Grant came back wrong. Physically, at least. He knows that he's still himself for the most part, dying didn't make him a selfish asshole he did that all on his own, but...but something is wrong with him. It's the way lightbulbs flicker when he's mad and how cameras, no matter the quality, never quite get a clear shot of him. The way Joey can't ever grasp his features, not fully, the details slipping from his mind like water. The way eyes on his face slide right past, unable to look directly at him. It's in the gray spreading from his roots and his eyes too wide and dark to belong to something human. It's the way death clings to him like a second skin, sickly and pallid turning the tips of his fingers gray. His teeth are starting to feel too sharp for his mouth, and he hears things no one else does, whispers of voices that Are Not and Can't Be. The worst part is the orange, liquid candlelight under his skin, lighting up all of his veins and scars, webbing together like the world's worst game of connect the dots. No, there is no mistaking him for something human, so there is no reason to try. If this is his fate then he will take it, because he is not a sheep and he will not be a wolf, he is a hunter, and he is hungry.

[lilacs-in-space]

I am feral for these two characters. They steal every scene they’re in. 

I’m completely taken with Captain Shaw as I’m a fan of smartmouthed dickheads on TV in general, but so help me god, if he doesn’t use her real name by the end of the season I will kick his cold dead corpse into the sun. Yes he has oodles of justified trauma but she is literally asking him to use her name and he’s like ‘nah’. 

So many great scenes. Him telling her what he really thinks about her while hopped up on drugs and pretending it’s him imitating a changeling. Him giddily knighting her as he reinstates her as first officer. Him crying on the floor as the bridge is taken and the ‘Blow the lift!’ command Seven wouldn’t follow because ‘We don’t trade lives’. The way he touches each member of his crew as he shepards them into the ready room and how he’s the first one out issuing commands. The ferocious ‘Get off my Bridge’ from Seven. Then when it’s time for revenge Shaw turns command over to Seven so she can blow the Shrike up herself.

Poetry.

I’m pure feral for their weird antagonistic relationship that barely makes sense. Nothing like it in Star Trek before. 

Seven and Shaw’s dynamic is endlessly fascinating to me

He won’t respect her name due to his Borg trauma but will not hesitate to die for her

She will call him out for being a disrespectful bigoted asshole but will not sacrifice his life

I’ve never seen two people this Angy™️ at each other but will still die for each other

It’s such a differently unique Captain and XO dynamic when compared to the other captains and first officers on the other shows

[kestrelsansjesses]

Character asks! 1 for Shrike and Wren (because their names are absolutely lovely), 7 and 29 for Shrike, 22 and 30 for Wren, please?

Thank you. :D 

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

I don’t know why, but I got stuck on this idea of giving my Bioware characters bird names a while back. It started when I played Origins, I think, and I had Kestrel Tabris. Then I played Inquisition and I had Maiwe Lavellan, with Maiwe being Tolkien-Sindarin for ‘gull.’ So when I replayed the OT, I realized I had to name my girl after a bird, and I thought that besides the alliteration, I really enjoyed the imagery of shrikes as these fearsome little impaling birds that no one expects big things from, but are none the less complete badasses. For Wren, it was again the alliteration that appealed to me, but I also wanted her to have a softer name, something that was sort of pretty and traditional but also... not. I like how it’s almost at odds with her personality. 

07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? Not so much a catchphrase as her tendency to speak like she’s barking orders all the time, even in casual conversation. It’s like she can’t turn the part of her brain that’s military off, so it leaks into even the most intimate of conversations. She also likes to use people’s names a lot when speaking to them. It’s kind of a ‘leadership 101′ thing, where people respond better to you if you call them by their first name. 

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one? Man, choosing in game answers are so cliche but potentially sacrificing herself on the Crucible and refusing Garrus to go with her really was the ultimate sacrifice. She very nearly did die, and she had no idea that she would return alive. Still, the lives of her friends was worth so much more to her, and it was a price she was willing to pay. 

Wren Ryder

22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have? HAH SO MANY. A light dusting of freckles across her cheeks. Single ear piercing in each ear. A tattoo resembling a cascading pattern of bits and bytes over her left eye, extending down her cheekbone, that she got in a fit of rebellion the very day she turned 18. Purple hair, another form of sticking it to her dad, but something she liked enough to maintain for the years to come. A band of dark eye make-up as a homage to Bladerunner and to her father, as her one happy memory with him is watching that movie. She’s certainly got a lot of look going on, but I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. 

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like? Fun fact: Wren actually studied literature in university, but her tastes are pretty... low-brow, if we’re going to be polite. She likes bad reality television from the Milky Way and film noir from decades before she was torn, before humans had even discovered all the other alien species. Pulp science fiction and aggressively vintage music (at least for her time period) complete the whole thing. Oh, and Blasto. Everything Blastio. Girl has an autographed Blasto poster she keeps locked in a safe because she doesn’t dare put it up. 

[words-writ-in-starlight]

I SEE YOU HAVE WRITTEN MORE FOR A FANDOM THAT I HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT so i can't say much except: really cool, dude! i've been discovering that writing fic is actually pretty fun usually, so now seeing authors publish fic is a lot more of, "wow, they'r probably in a good mood." i do have a question, though - how do you come up with titles for fics? so far i have been using song lyrics which works... okay but sometimes takes a while and it's always interesting to see how someone else does something!

I use song lyrics too!  Sometimes I come up with titles myself (like with this TAZ Commitment fic) or use a piece of a quote relevant to the piece (like with this entire series of Animorphs fics or this Constantine/Hellboy fic), but mostly I use the lyrics from a song that I feel fits the scene/overall vibe of the media.  I’m a writer who has a very one-to-one kind of “This song gives me feelings about this character under these circumstances” associative brain, so the music I have going is usually the right kind of music to pull from.  I very specifically remember opening the “Post New” window to put up this Lucretia fic and going “Oh damn I need a title” and just pulling up the lyrics to the Florence + the Machine song that I had playing right that second and using the first thing that seemed good.

If I’m writing a series or a long fic, I normally have a theme in mind for the titles--all the chapter titles from things we lost in the fire are Bastille lyrics and all the chapter titles from the entirety of the good left undone is from the Rise Against song of the same name.  Every fic I’m going to put into o blessed gabriel is also getting titled from Rise Against, because their music is tonally perfect for Mass Effect, with the exception of any potential fic I ever write that’s just Garrus/Shepard smut, which I will be titling “the rite of movement” because neither God nor shame will stop me.

Also, sometimes I will listen to a song and decide way before I ever decide on a fic to write that it’s perfect for a pairing, character or dynamic, and then I basically write a fic to justify using the lyrics as a title.  I did this with the two fics currently in hey brother, my collection of Kencyrath canon fics--I decided the very first time I heard the song “Carry Your Throne” by Jon Bellion that it was exactly the Jame/Tori Vibe, and those two fics exist to justify my desire to tangibly connect that song to that pairing.

[exhausted-archivist]

Bestiary of Thedas

From bird to insect, fish to land animal. Every creature mentioned in Dragon Age, blighted and non-blighted, spirits and demon, created and possessed creatures alike are listed along with their breeds, subspecies, or variations.

If you want a more specific list, check out the post for Real World Animals in Thedas

Updated: 2023/11

Amphibian

Frog

Salamander

Toad

Horned Toad

Poison Toad

Birds

Albatross

Black-capped Songbird

Bluebird

Budgerigar

Bunting

Buzzard

Canary

Crow

Dove

Duck

Mallard Duck

Eagle

Falcon

Finch

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Kingfisher

Lark

Magpie

Merlin

Mockingbird

Nightingale

Owl

Parakeet

Parrot

Partridge

Peafowl

Pheasant

Pigeon

Ptarmigan

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rock Darter - Native to the Anderfels, an insect eating bird.

Seagull

Simir - A bird hunted in Tevinter for the magical properties in their feathers.

Sparrow

Swan

Swift

Turkey

Vulture

Bald-necked Vulture

Fish and Marine Creatures

Blind Tetrava

Bluefin

Carp

Cetus

Cod

Eel

Lamprey Eel

Jellyfish

Krone

Mackerel

Octopus

Raytooth

River Herring

Shark

Squid

Giant Squid

Trout

Whale

Bony Whale-Shark

Pilot Whale

Whitebait

Crustaceans and Shellfish

Clam

Crab

Giant Swamp Crab

Crayfish

Cuttlefish

Lobster

Mussel

Oyster

Prawns

Shrimp

Insects

Bee

Bumblebee

Honeybee

Beetle

Cave Beetle

Death Watch Beetle

Dung Beetle

Glow Worm

Roof Beetle

Wood-burrowing Beetle

Butterfly

Cricket

Dragonfly

Firefly

Flea

Fly

Blue Flies

Giant Spider

Giant Poisonous Spider

Giant Spiderling

Poison Spider

Gnat

Hornet

Ladybug

Leeches

Locust

Maggot

Scorpion

Silkworms

Slugs

Snail

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Earthworm

Poison Worm

Tapeworm

Mammals

Badger

Honey Badger

Bat

Giant Bats

Bear

Black Bear

Brown Bear

Cavern Bear

Great Bear

Large Bear

Boar

Bogfisher

Bronto

Cat

Cattle

Bull

Cow

Ox

Qalab

Chicken

Cockerel

Cretahl

Dathrasi

Deer

Red Deer

Stag

Dog

Coursing Hound

Ferelden Shepard

Hunting Dog

Mabari

Pug

Rat Terrier

Sheepdog

Wild Dog

Wofun Hound

Donkey

Druffalo

Elephant

Elk

Ermine

Fennec

Ferret

Fox

Gazelle

Ghast

Giant

Goat

Ayesleigh gulabi goats

Mountain Goat

Griffon

Gurn

Halla

Hamster

Hare

Hart

Bercilian Sure-Foot

Greater Frostback Elk

Pride of Arlathan

Red Hart

Royal Sixteen

Tirashan Swiftwind

White Hart

Wild Hart

Horse

Amaranthine Charger

Anderfel

Anderfel Courser

Asaarash

Avvar Mixed Draft

Dalish All-Bred

Fereldan Forder

Free Marches Ranger

Frostback Mountain Horse

Green Dales Feral

Imperial Warmblood

Inquisition Barded Charger

Oath-Bound Steed

Orlesian Courser

Taslin Strider

Hyena

Jackal

Jackrabbit

Lion

Great Lion

Red Lion

Lynx

Marmot

Marten

Mole

Monkey

Moose

Mountain Lion

Mouse

Chip Mouse

Mule

Nug

Nuggalope

Avvar War Nug

Battle Nug

Greater Nuggalope

Greater Mountain Nuggalope

Gwaren Land-Hammer

Knuckled Thunderer

Tiddles Majoris

Otter

Pig

Rabbit

Raccoon

Ram

August Ram

Rat

Giant Rat

Sheep

Snoufleur

Spotted Cat

Spotted Hunting Cat

Squirrel

Tiger

Tusket

Voles

Weasel

Wolf

Black Wolf

Crag Wolf

Great Wolf

Wolverine

Reptiles

Adder

Death Adder

Basilisks

Cobra

Crocodile

Deepstalker

Deepstalker Matriarch - largest deepstalker

Deepstalker Leader - always male, second largest deepstalker

Deepstalker Runner

Dracolisk

Abyssal Hang-Tooth

Basking Longma

Blue River Bane

Desert Lightning

Hunter Shade Dracolisk

Mountain Dracolisk

Primal-Trained Longma

Sharp-Tail

Dragon

Abyssal High Dragon

Fereldan Frostback

Gamordan

Stormrider

Greater Minstral

Guardian of Mythal

Highland Ravager

Hivernal

Hunterhorn Shrikes

Kaltenzahn

Northern Hunter

Sandy Howler

Stonejaw

Vinsomer

Dragonling

Drake

Great Dragon

Guardian Serpent

Gurgut

Lurker

Phoenix

Quillback

Sand Stalker - a small vermin-like creature similar to deepstalkers

Sand Stalker Spitter

Sand Stalker Leader - larger than common sand stalkers

Varghest

Viper

Wyvern

Snowy Wyvern

Created Creatures

Golem

Varterral

Blighted Creatures

Bereskarn

Blight Owl

Blight Wolf

Blighted Werewolf

Bloodcrow

Corrupted Spider

Corrupted Spider Queen

Darkspawn

Archdemon

Broodmothers

Children

Emissary

Genlock

Hurlock

Ogre

Shriek

Darkspawn Magisters (Named and known)

The Architect

Corypheus

Dragon Thrall

Ghoul

Created Creatures

Golem

Varterral

Demons and Spirits

Spirits

Choice

Command

Compassion

Faith

Hope

Justice

Knowledge

Perseverance

Valor

Wisdom

Memory

Wisp

Wraith

Demons

Desire

Despair

Envy

Fear

Hunger

Pride

Rage

Remorse

Shade

Sloth

Terror

Vengeance

Possessed/Magical Creatures

Abomination

Arcane Horror

Ash Wraith

Corpse

Devouring Corpse

Devouring Skeleton

Enraged Corpse

Fanged Skeleton

Shambling Corpse

Shambling Skeleton

Skeleton

Skeleton Archer

Skeleton Mage

Walking Corpse

Dryads

Harvester

Revenant

Rock Wraith

Ancient Rock Wraith

Sylvans

Vampire

Werewolf

Wood Nymphs

Undefined

Glowing Slime

Firesprite

Wandering Hills

Sources

Dragon Age Origins + DLCs Dragon Age Awakening Dragon Age 2 + DLC Dragon Age Inquisition + DLC Dragon Age Inquisition Multiplayer Dragon Age: Last Court Dragon Age: Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas Dragon Age Tabletop Core Rulebook Dragon Age Tabletop Blood of Ferelden World of Thedas Vol 1 World of Thedas Vol 2 Dragon Age: Asunder Dragon Age: Masked Empire Dragon Age: Last Flight Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights Short Story: The Riddle of Truth Short Story: Varric Dragon Age Origins Armor: Clamshell Armor Armor: Dalish Gloves Codex: The Bow of the Golden Sun Codex: Bronto Codex: Deepstalker Codex: The Frostback Mountains Codex: Meditations and Odes to Bees Codex: Nug Codex: Rat Codex: The Vaterral Item: Fox's Pendant Item: Golden Mirror Item: Lamb Bone Item: Micah/s Lucky Deer Foot Item: Ox Bone Item: Rat Poison Item: Uncrushable Pigeon Weapon: Cat Lady's Hobble-Stick Dragon Age 2 Armor: Rat-Nibbled Gloves Codex: Broken Dowsing Rods - No Refunds Codex: Carta Bronto Codex: Pride and Rider Junk: Stuffed Parrot Quest: Redblossom Special Weapon: The Tiger's Tail Last Court The Acerbic Dowager The Applewoods The Arrival of the Divine The Boastful Neighbor The Cheery Baron Choose your quarry The Dowager Steps Forward Enlightenment Glass Glassblowers' Anger Graffiti A Life of Toil A Meeting with the Outlaw A Plea for Sanctuary River Herring The Sealed Chantry A Swift Stream Sylvian Raid An Unofficial Meeting The Well-Read Pig-Farmer You have cornered the bear You have the hind in view Dragon Age Inquisition Items and Codex Codex: August Ram Codex: Andruil's Messenger Codex: Bear (Inquisition) Codex: Constellation Tenebrium Codex: Correspondence Interruptus Codex: Crate of the Live Death Watch Beetles Codex: Cretahl Codex: Dirthamen: Keeper of Secrets Codex: The Folly of General Not-Shertan Codex: Ghilan'nain: Mother of the Halla Codex: Hard in Hightown Chapter 15 Codex: A Horsemaster's Notes on Mounts Codex: The Hunt of the Fell Wolf Codex: Journal of Gurd Harofsen Codex: The Lion of Orlais Codex: Moldy Journal Codex: A Nutty Affair Codex: On Avvar Cuisine Codex: The Perendale War Codex: Ram Codex: Scout Lace Harding Codex: Surviving the Western Approach Landmark: Crestwood: The Guide of Falon'Din Note: Charred Note Note: Sera's Cabinet of Wonder Whose it Was Valuable: Carved Cricket Charm Valuable: Cut Crystal Lion Valuable: Eagle Feather Charm Valuable: Falcon Crest Valuable: Glass Fox Valuable: Golden Ladybug Charm Valuable: Grouse Feather Charm Valuable: Raven Totem Valuable: Silver Dragonfly Charm Valuable: Vulture Feather Charm Valuable: Wooden Mabari Figurine Wartable Mission: A Present for Bianca Wartable Mission: Smash

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[zilllathegod]

Mass Effect Trilogy Mission Order

With the release of the Mass Effect Legendary edition I decided to gather a mission list so I can guide myself through the games efficiently. This guide should include the base missions and the DLC. Through the years I have glanced at list like this during my playthroughs so I figured if it was useful for me it may be useful for the internet also.

*Planet scanning between missions

Eden Prime

Therum

Feros

Noveria

UNC Side Missions - Citadel side missions (loads of cool stuff) - (Garrus/Tali/Wrex) specific missions

DLC: Bring Down the Sky

Virmire

Ilos/Endgame

*Planet scanning between missions

Prologue / Freedom's Progress

Citadel - Pick up Kasumi from DLC

Omega - Pick up Zaeed from DLC

Omega: The Scientist

Kasumi: Stolen Memory - Kasumi's loyalty mission rewards you with the Locust SMG, a really nice SMG.

Dossier: Archangel

Dossier: The Convict

Dossier: The Warlord

Horizon - will automatically trigger. Don't miss the Particle Beam weapon on the ground about halfway through the level, it's really nice for dealing with the Praetorian enemies.

Recruit Tali

Dossier: The Justicar - While on Ilium, you can talk to Liara to get some help but don't start the Lair of the Shadow Broker stuff yet.

Dossier: The Assassin

-- Now you've got all your recruits, so start doing loyalty missions.--

Tuchanka: Mordin's Loyalty - I always recommend keeping the data, as it opens up way more branches of story in ME3, but it's ultimately up to you.

Tuchanka: Grunt's Loyalty

Collector Vessel - This triggers after you complete Horizon and then 5 other missions. So now.

Illium - Miranda's Loyalty

Aeia: Jacob's Loyalty

Citadel: Garrus's Loyalty

Citadel: Thane's Loyalty

Illium: Samara's Loyalty

Zaeed's Loyalty - Warning: If you want to go Paragon during this mission you've got to beat a really high Charm check to keep his loyalty. I usually just look the other way on this one and hate myself for it later, to make sure he stays on board.

-- The next missions all involve high Paragon/Renegade checks, so we save them for now --

Pragia: Jack's Loyalty - Afterwards, you'll need to break up a fight. Use your Paragon or Renegade option to keep both characters loyal.

Quarian Fleet: Tali's Loyalty - This mission has a big impact in ME3. To keep her loyal, use Paragon/Renegade options whenever possible, and don't use the data to defend her innocence. If you sent Veetor with Tali back on Freedom's Progress, and Kal'Reegar survived Tali's recruitment mission, you can successfully use the "Rally the Crowd" option to get the best outcome here. Otherwise, you'll need to use Paragon/Renegade all the way through to make it happen. Hopefully your scores are high enough for that, which is why we saved it for here.

DLC: Overlord - This is a good point to put this in. You've just killed a lot of geth, so let's go kill some more!

DLC: Normandy Crash Site - If you picked this up, now is a good time for a nostalgic flashback before you head off on a suicide mission. -- POINT OF NO RETURN: Make sure everyone is loyal and you've done any side missions that you want to --

Mnemosyne: Reaper IFF

Geth Base: Legion's Loyalty - Take Tali for interesting dialogue. This mission's decision also plays heavily into ME3. Afterwards, you'll need to break up another fight. Just like last time, use Paragon/Renegade to keep both characters loyal.

Normandy Interlude

Omega 4: Suicide Mission - The following composition always gets everyone out alive for me, but again, it's your call, and I know there are other workable options as well: Fire Team Leader (Garrus), Tech Expert (Tali), Escort (Mordin), Biotic Expert (Samara). Take Miranda to the final fight for some interesting dialogue, and be sure to always leave Grunt, Zaeed, and Garrus to hold the line. They have a higher internal success score for that job, so it'll help make sure your whole team makes it out.

DLC: Lair of the Shadow Broker - This should be played right here, as the information you get from it is integral to ME3

DLC: Arrival - Very last, as ME3 picks up right afterwards

Prologue: Earth

Priority: Mars

Priority: Citadel I - During this mission, players can visit Ashley or Kaidan and Thane at the hospital, recruit the reporter Diana Allers, and recruit either Dr. Chakwas or Dr. Michel.

Normandy: First Visit

N7: Cerberus Labs & Citadel: Alien Medi-Gel Formula

Priority: Palaven - Following this mission, return to the Citadel to deliver items.

Aria: Blood Pack

Aria: Blue Suns

Aria: Eclipse

Citadel: Hanar Diplomat (Kasumi)

Grissom Academy: Emergency Evacuation (Jack) & Citadel: Biotic Amp Interfaces - This mission must be completed ahead of Priority: Citadel II or there are dire consequences. Players can also choose to complete this mission as soon as they receive it.

Priority: Eden Prime (From the Ashes DLC) - Players can recruit Javik as a squadmate.

Meet the Diplomats & Priority: Sur'Kesh (Mordin)

Attican Traverse: Krogan Team (Grunt) & Citadel: Krogan Dying Message

Tuchanka: Turian Platoon - Players need to be careful, as three missions will be available on Tuchanka. They should not choose Priority: Tuchanka yet. Immediately following this mission, players need to go straight to the next mission to avoid disastrous consequences.

Tuchanka: Bomb & Citadel: Cerberus Automated Turret Schematics

N7: Cerberus Attack & Citadel: Improved Power Grid

N7: Cerberus Abductions & Benning: Evidence

Priority: Tuchanka

Players can find items for characters on the Citadel in the following systems: Apien Crest: Banner of the First Regiment Kite's Nest: Pillars of Strength Ismar Frontier: Prototype Components Shrike Abyssal: Prothean Obelisk

N7: Cerberus Fighter Base & Citadel: Heating Unit Stabilizers

Priority: Citadel II - Players should make sure they have spoken to Thane at the hospital ahead of this mission.

Mesana: Distress Signal

Ardat-Yakshi Monastery (Samara) & Citadel: Asari Widow

Citadel: Aria T'Loak (Omega DLC) - Once players choose to join Aria's fleet at the Citadel, they will not have the option to return until the full DLC is completed.

Arrae: Ex-Cerberus Scientists (Jacob) & Citadel: Cerberus Turian Poison

Citadel: Volus Ambassador (Zaeed)

Priority: Perseus Veil

Priority: Geth Dreadnought

Rannoch: Admiral Koris & Citadel: Target Jamming Technology - When landing on Rannoch, players need to be careful not to choose Priority: Rannoch. Players need to make sure to rescue the Admiral, no matter what, to have the best chance at a compromise between the Geth and Quarians.

Rannoch: Geth Fighter Squadrons (Legion) & Citadel: Reaper Code Fragments

N7: Fuel Reactors & Citadel: Chemical Treatment - Players should be sure not to confuse this mission with the one to Destroy the Reaper Base. Following this, Shepard can return to the Citadel to deliver items.

Priority: Rannoch - To broker peace between the Geth and Quarians, the following conditions must have been met: Tali and Legion must both be alive; Tali was not exiled in Mass Effect 2; Legion's loyalty mission was completed, and the Heretics must have been destroyed; Shepard must have broken up the fight between Legion and Tali in Mass Effect 2 without taking sides (i.e., using Charm/Intimidate); Shepard must have four bars of Reputation; Koris must have been rescued on Rannoch; Shepard must have completed Geth Fighter Squadrons. If any of these conditions were not met, players will be forced to choose a side.

Players can find items for characters on the Citadel in the following systems:

Nimbus Cluster: Library of Asha Athena Nebula: Hesperia-Period Statue Irune: Book of Plenix Valhallan Threshold: Prothean Data Drives Argos Rho: Kaklisaur Fossil Silean Nebula: Rings of Alune Dekuuna: Elcor Extraction Dekuuna: Code of the Ancients Hades Nexus: Obelisk of Karza Hades Nexus: Prothean Sphere

Priority: Citadel III

Priority: Thessia - Bring Javik and Liara for additional lore and a few important discoveries.

N7 Communication Hub & Citadel: Cerberus Ciphers

Priority: Horizon - To ensure Miranda survives, players need to do the following: Shepard must talk to Miranda on the Citadel Docks; they must warn her about Kai Leng in the Specter office; Shepard must have met with Miranda in the apartment on the Citadel and given her access to Alliance resources.

Citadel: Dr. Bryson (Leviathan DLC)

Citadel: Shore Leave (Citadel DLC) - Avoid leaving the Citadel until after the party

Priority: Cerberus Headquarters - This is the Point of No Return. Following this mission, players will go straight into the endgame.

Priority: Earth  - For the best possible outcome, players need 3,100 EMS prior to this mission.

[thewramblingwebcomicreview]

So it looks like Kique is bringing back the option to view Home pages as they are completed. He even managed to build up a nice buffer of pages. You would think this would be on his Shepard ($4) tier on Patreon. Nope. He's created a brand new Outlaw ($20) tier that you must pay in order to see pages as they're completed.

In other words, the Shepard tier will stay ahead of public pages by a few weeks. Yet updates are only three times a week. This $4 tier used to include pages as soon as they were completed. In other words, paying customers receive less for more. All of the perks aside from bases and NSFW pages used to be spread out between the $4 and defunct $8 tier.

I don't like to tell people how to spend their money, so I won't. If spending five times the price of a perk that used to be on a low tier seems like a good deal, go for it. Otherwise, there are better webcomics out there that will provide you with much more for about $5 a month-- including weekly updates. Africa, What Lurks Beneath, and Golden Shrike are just a few examples.

[gothighunicorntolerance]

Lord of the Wild (one shot)

AO3

His journey had been uneventful so far- that is, until his horse had reared up and he had fallen off. 

“Indigo! Indigo, come back sweetie!” Patton called out to his horse who had run off into the woods. Brambles and beaches tore at his clothes, drawing pinpricks of blood on his uncovered arms. He could only imagine how terrified the horse might be! 

Patton knew that starting off the path was unsafe, but he needed to find Indigo! And besides, he could just retrace his steps! 

“Ind- agh!”

A net sprung from underneath the leaves where it had been hidden, trapping him inside as it dangled from a tree.

“Hey! Help!” Patton shouted, suddenly afraid. But this was only a hunter’s trap for game animals, right? The hunter would surely be along soon to help him out. Right? 

Suddenly, Patton realized that in his capture, his glasses had fallen to the forest floor, which must have been ten feet from where he dangled in the net. 

“Help!” 

Patton kept shouting until his voice was hoarse and the sun had gone down. Resigned to his fate that he wouldn’t be getting down until someone came to check the net, Patton attempted to close his eyes and sleep. But every sound kept him awake, every gust of wind made the net swing and spin. 

Then, just as his eyes were about to close, he heard the crunch of leaves below him. 

“Hey!” Patton looked down and saw a hooded figure. “Help!”

The figure looked up at him, their face obscured by the heavy black hood. Patton watched as they walked to the tree, and suddenly he plummeted to the ground.

He bit back a help of pain as his ankle twisted on the impact. 

Still tangled in the net, Patton looked up at the hooded figure.

“Gosh, thanks! I don’t know how long I could have been there if you hadn’t come!”

He attempted to wiggle his way out, the figure still standing, unmoving. 

“Hey, uh, a little help here?” Patton asked, pointing to the knot that held the net together. 

The figure moved, and instead of undoing the knot like Patton had expected, they grabbed the rope that had been attached to the tree branch.

“What are you doing?” Patton shouted, hoping the waver in his voice didn’t register with them.

The figure remained silent as they dragged the net with ease, even though Patton thrashed and grabbed foliage in an attempt to stop them. 

“Please! Where are you taking me?” Patton cried, wincing when his ankle was hit by rocks or branches. 

They must have had enough of his pleas, as they stopped walking and turned to Patton. 

Instead of an answer like Patton expected, they drew out a long metal staff from inside their robes. 

Patton didn’t have time to shout before the staff connected with his temple and his vision faded to black.

***

Patton woke to the sound of voices. Struggling to open his eyes, he saw a crowd had gathered around where he stood, all of their faces hidden, all dressed in identical black robes. Even though he could see none of their faces, he knew they were all staring at him, and as he realized that he also suddenly realized that he was now shirtless. 

He tried to take a step back, but found his hands were tied above his head to a wooden post, the tips of his toes just barely reaching the ground. 

“Prepare the offering, Brother.” Someone in the crowd said. 

A jolt of fear ran through him. Was that what he was to become? An offering for some higher power? Patton had doubted the existence of the powers religions and cults worshiped, but he had no doubt that he would die because of their belief. 

“One for the ground, uncaringly trod,” a sharp pain ran through Patton’s back as a sharp crack sounded in the air. Biting back a scream, he felt blood begin to drop down as the gravelly voice rhymed. 

“Two for the birds, fearfully awed.”

Another crack. 

“Three for the fish, painfully caught.”

Patton couldn’t tell if it was the crowd or himself repeating the verse as another crack split the air. 

“Four for the horse, unwillingly bought.”

His back had gone numb, and Patton couldn’t choke his screams down anymore. 

“Five for the fire, painfully tamed.”

How long had it been? It seemed like it had been an eternity since he found himself tied to the post.

“Six for the floods, unfairly blamed.”

Another lash, another welt on his back.

“Seven for the winds, shamefully rang.”

“Please… stop!” Patton cried, unable to hold back the tears or the shrieks. How long would his pain last? Was this how he was going to die? 

“And eight for the quakes, to bring you all down.”

If there was more, Patton couldn’t tell. His head slumped to his chest, and though he could feel himself being moved, he could do nothing to stop them. 

He was powerless. 

He was alone. 

He was going to die. 

That was the only thing he was certain of now: that these people would bring him to his end, whether it would be infection or blood loss or some gruesome way, there would be no getting out of this alive for Patton. And there was absolutely nothing he could do except perhaps prolong his suffering. 

So still he fought as cloaked arms dragged Patton to what looked like a giant shepard’s hook. Every injury became tenfold as painful as the cultists-was that what they were?- forced Patton’s arms above his head once again, the cuts in his back becoming worse as he was hoisted off the ground, kicking his feet in vain until a two grabbed his ankles while a third wrapped thick rope around them to stop him from thrashing. 

Patton continued to scream for help, to shriek at them to stop, until a gag was shoved into his mouth, rendering him almost mute except for the muffled grunts he managed to get out. 

He shook his head, resisting his hands getting tied to the curve of the hook until someone took a clump of hair in their fist, fighters digging into his scalp, while tied a blindfold around his eyes, digging into the back of his head. 

The hands holding him down finally let go, and Patton's face paled as he realized what had happened. 

They had hung him there like cow’s meat at a butcher’s shop. 

That last thing he heard was “The Lord of the Wild will be pleased with his offering.”

***

Patton hung there for- seconds? Hours? Days? Every breeze swung him in a different direction, every caw of a bird seemed to signal that his time was up- and when it was, would he go peacefully? Relieved? Ready to be rid of the pain? Or would he keep fighting? What would he do? Drifting in and out of consciousness, he wondered. 

His wrists strained at the weight of his own body, and Patton felt as if his arms were about to snap off and let him plummet to the ground. How fitting of an end that would be, to be rid of the pain in the same way he had brought it upon himself in his stupidity. 

It seemed like an eternity had passed before he heard a sound below him- on the ground! By now, the feel of grass seemed like a distant memory. Before he died he would have liked to run on the grass barefoot one last time, just as he had done as a child with his brothers, their only care being who could catch the most fireflies. Patton had always lost, always a little too slow to catch one.

Now the hope of living became just as distant as those fireflies had seemed. 

Still dangling there like a worm on a baited fishing hook, Patton heard another sound identical to the first- a grunt of pain. No, they couldn’t have kidnapped someone else already! They couldn’t subject anyone else to the pain Patton had been through- sobs hacked at his throat, the full wave of despair crashing into him. These cultists would continue to kidnap and kill people until they were all dead-

“I’m going to get you down. Please stay strong.”

What? Had he heard that right? That must be Death himself talking to him. And in that moment, Patton knew what he was going to do. He would let Death take him, let Death ease his suffering. Patton had always wondered about where you went when you died, and he supposed he was about to find out. 

He felt a tendril of… something… wrap around his waist. He briefly attempted to shale off his blindfold, but like so many previous escape attempts, it was in vain. 

The pressure on his wrists suddenly released, his arms numb and stiff. 

Something solid pressed into his side, and- was that grass? Yes! Patton had never been so glad for the grass that prickled around him, pressing into his cheek and side. 

Just has suddenly as it had been taken from him, the pinprick light of the far away stars returned to his vision. 

Patton angled his head to see the person who had saved him. 

Attempting to speak, he realized the gag was still shoved in his mouth, so he could only grunt. 

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m going to help you,” they said, pulling the gag out.

“Tha- thank you,” Patton replied, his voice hoarse. Was it from screaming or disuse? 

“It’s okay,” they said again, cutting Patton’s wrists and ankles loose from the rope. “You’re safe now. Can you stand?”

Grunting from the effort, Patton eventually got on one leg, then the other- he shrikes as he put pressure on his foot, the one that had been twisted in his first fall. Stumbling back to the grass, his savior caught him. 

“I’ll carry you, then.”

Patton looked around as he was picked up, moving his eyes as it hurt to turn his head, and saw for the first time what had caused the grunts he had heard. 

Scattered around the cleaning were a dozen corpses, all cloaked in black. Weeds and vines covered them, as if they had died a hundred years ago and had been grown over. 

Patton immediately retched into the grass. 

“S-sorry-” he trembled. He had thought this person his rescuer, but would they simply kill him, too? Choke him with vines as they had done with the cultists? 

“I swear I’m not going to hurt you,” they said. And though Patton didn’t quite believe them, he allowed himself to be carried from the clearing that had become the site of a massacre, if only because he was too exhausted to fight back. 

He could have imagined it, but Patton swore he heard the person carrying him say, “Thomathy, find some bandages, please.”

***

Patton lay on his chest in an unfamiliar bed. Was this the afterlife? Surely the afterlife, whatever it was, would have comfortable beds like this one? 

He looked to his left, and saw a man sitting in the corner. Groaning, Patton tried to see what the man was doing. He suddenly looked up and smiled. Patton became acutely aware of the bandages wrapped around his torso. 

“You’re awake! You probably don’t want to move too much, you got messed up pretty good,” he said, standing. In his hand he held a block of wood and- a knife!

Patton gasped in fear. This man really was going to kill him! Trying to move somewhere, anywhere else, the pain began to set in again. His back was on fire, his wrists screaming for him to stay still. 

The man’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He dropped the knife and stepped back. 

“Listen to me, okay? You’re safe here. You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you.” 

Patton let his words sink in, and relaxed after a moment. 

“Am I dead?” Patton whispered, his throat sore. 

“No, I don’t think so. But then again, we never really know.” 

“Who are you?” If this man wasn't going to hurt him, then what was he going to do? Patton wanted answers, and he wanted them now. 

“My name is Remus, what’s yours?” 

“I- I’m Patton.”     “Hello, Patton. Is there something you’d like to talk about? Your injuries will likely take a long time to heal, so I hope we can be friends.

“Injuries? What- what did they do to me?”     Remus sighed. “Well, they’re a cult, as you’ve probably figured out. They think I’m some kind of deity or sorcerer or whatever-”

“You? That’s you? The-”     “The Lord of the Wild, yeah, that’s what they call me. They think I’m some malevolent entity or something, which is all bullshit, of course. I’m not even that powerful of a sorcerer. Anyways, you probably really don’t want to hear about what happened in detail, but you lost a lot of blood and have several broken bones. Your back looks like shit. No offense, of course, but they did horrible things to you. And I’m so, so sorry that you had to go through all that on behalf of someone’s delusional beliefs.”

“How long has it been?” Patton dreaded the answer but needed to know.

“They kidnapped you five days ago.” Remus answered, apologetic.     Patton said nothing for a moment, thinking. Five days… less than a week ago he had been happily on the road, no destination in mind but going where he wanted. Now? Now he had been kidnapped and tortured and sacrificed! He should be afraid right now, but… he wasn’t.

“Who’s Thomathy?” Patton asked, breaking his silence. Was there someone else here? From what Patton could see, the house, if it could be called that, seemed to have the back half inside a small cave where he lay now and the front half almost like a log cabin. Surely there couldn't be room for three people? 

“Oh!” Remus said, brightening. “This is Thomathy!” 

Remus slowly walked over to where Patton lay on the bed of animal furs, his hand cupped around a- rat?

“He’s my assistant,” Remus said proudly as the rodent in his hands squeaked. Was Remus delusional? Off of Patton’s confused look, Remus explained, “I talk to rats and mice. I give them protection, and they give me help!”     It made slightly more sense, but Patton had never heard of anyone talking to rats. In the stories it had always been princes or princesses talking to birds, or perhaps deer.  But Patton never heard of talking to rats, of all creatures. 

Thomathy squeaked and climbed out of Remus’s hands onto the bed where Patton lay. “Hello there,” Patton moved his hand, a task that felt almost impossible, and pet the small rat on the head. The rats he had in the village where he lived before deciding to go on a journey had all been huge, mean, ugly things, but Remus’s rats were so cute! They were just tiny little furry babies! 

“Rats are actually really smart! Thomathy knows how to count to thirty, which is the highest any rat knows how!”

Thomathy seemed to stand up a little straighter at Remus’s praise. 

“I’m going to go get some food. Thomathy, keep Patton comfortable for me, okay? Patton, if you need anything, just tell Thomathy. He’ll know what to do,” Remus walked toward the cabin part of the house after giving Thomathy a pat. 

The rat curled up beside Patton on the pillow as Patton drifted off into a dreamless yet restful sleep.

A moment after Patton woke, Remus walked in with a wooden bowl, his hand covered in red. Red- so much red- red blood- 

Patton started to breath rapid, shallow breaths as he saw the redness drip down Remus’s palms, the stickiness of it clinging to his green tunic-

“Patton! Patton, look, it’s just berry juice. Patton, take a deep breath for me, that’s it.” 

Patton shuddered as he did as Remus said. 

“I- I’m sorry…” Patton’s voice hitched as his eyes watered. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Remus reassured him. “I know what it’s like, to have your mind hate you, to be afraid of things that don’t make sense. Tell me what I can do, Patton. Am I allowed to hug you?” Remus grabbed a water jug and washed his hands of the red juice.     Patton nodded, and Remus wrapped his arms around Patton, careful not to disturb the bandages. For the first time in what seemed to be forever, Patton felt safe. 

There, in Remus’s embrace, Patton could finally breathe. He could finally, finally stop fighting for the chance to live, because at that moment, he knew he would. 

Patton would survive.

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by NIQtraust, WhiteWolfStrawberryPie

Jaskier is a wannabe Musician with a stalker problem and horrid mental issues, however, everything always runs deeper than just the surface when it comes to him. Geralt, his hired bodyguard, stayed with him for a total of four days, saw his body, then found him again. Alive, and under the new name of Irys. This is the show journey between the two of them, the slow confusing feelings in which emerge despite the unbelievably messy situation they are all dragged into.

Repost of the same work under White's account. Wattpad link

Not a happy story, but it has some very light-hearted moments.

Words: 37093, Chapters: 6/37, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion's Father, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Vesemir (The Witcher), Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Eskel (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Renfri | Shrike (The Witcher), Dara (The Witcher), Original Characters

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Eskel/Lambert (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Renfri | Shrike

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mental Health Issues, Multiple Personalities, POV Multiple, amino Roleplay, Suicide Attempt, Fake Character Death, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Non-Explicit Sex, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, of all sorts, Kaer Morhen, Alternate Universe - No Powers, tags are unorganised because tagging is not my strong point, orginially a roleplay, POV Alternating, Small bit of rape between the main boyos, sorry - Freeform, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, A surprising amount of fluff, Dancing, Strippers & Strip Clubs, As dark as it sounds, but also not???, Betrayal, Torture, Psychological Torture, Jaskier has a shitty dad, So does Geralt actually, Bonding, Road Trips, Roach is a German Shepard, Cat, there's a cat, Child Death, Child Abuse, The Trials, if you read this far then congrats, sort of betaed, The Author Regrets Nothing, authors technically but the tag is singular

[digifoxdraws]

This is a major piece if finally finished a few days ago!!! It took me forever to design and color each character individually before putting them in a picture together. Drew me and my roommate’s characters. Two doctor serial killers and the two boyfriends!!! 

From left to right starting at the top:

Dr. West who belongs to @donovan-shepard

Dr. Cyrus Griswold belongs to me!!

Jamie belongs to @donovan-shepard again 

Samuel Shrike belongs to my other roommate @hug-every-bug

I love these boys so much and they are so much fun to play with!!! happy I got to finalize the designs!!!

[infinity-and-luck]

a l l o f t h e h o z i e r a s k s

Oh shit, here we go!

Take Me To Church- Are you religious?

- No.

Work Song- Is there anyone you’d sing a love song to, romantic or platonic?

- Yes.

Someone New- Do you fall in love easily?

- No.

Almost- Do you ever dance alone to music?

- All the time.

Cherry Wine- Do you have a sweet tooth?

- Yes.

Nina Cried Power- Do you participate in any activist movements?

- Not as many as I would like, but yes.

From Eden- Do you think there’s “something tragic about this” life?

- Yes.

Movement- Do you perform in any way?

- Yes.

Angel Of Small Death and The Codeine Scene- Any addictions?

- Coffee? But I’ve worked on that.

Like Real People Do- Have you kissed people?

- Yes.

Jackie and Wilson- Do you want kids?

- Yes and no. It’s difficult.

Shrike- What’s your favorite bird?

- Ravens, but also just corvids in general.

Dinner and Diatribes- What’s your favorite food?

- Shepard’s Pie.

Moment’s Silence- What do you find beautiful about the situation you’re in now?

- I’m not bored.

Would That I- Is there anything you wish you could change about the past?

- No. I have my regrets, but I wouldn’t change anything.

NFWMB- Is there anything you would protect with your life?

- Yes.

To Be Alone- Do you prefer other people’s company or your own?

- Both is good.

Arsonist’s Lullabye- Do you ever feel lost?

- Yes.

No Plan- Do you believe in a pre-determined purpose in life?

- Not really.

Sedated- What time do you go to sleep?

- That varies greatly.

As it Was- Do you go to many parks and natural places?

- Sometimes.

In A Week- How do you want to die?

- In battle.

Be- Have you changed much as a person in the last year?

- Yes, I believe I have.

In the Woods Somewhere- Have you ever had a supernatural experience?

- Yes.

My Love Will Never Die- Are you dating anyone?

- No.

It Will Come Back- Do you like to write?

- Yes.

To Noise Making- Do you like to sing?

- I like to sing, I’m not good at it.

Talk- What’s your best friend like?

- Amazing. The best.

Nobody- Who in your life is important to you?

- My friends, my family, my pets.

Foreigner’s God- Do you ever talk to yourself or something above?

- I talk to myself.

Sunlight- Do you prefer sunny or rainy weather, or somewhere in between?

- Depends on how I feel.

[kestrelsansjesses]

68 Shakarian :D

The vid was turned down, volume on low so that it was little more than a soft murmur, but Shepard couldn’t tear herself away. In the privacy of her cabin, she curled up in a chair, legs tucked underneath herself. All she needed was some popcorn to complete the picture, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

On the screen, two wealthy asari socialites and stars of the galaxy’s hottest reality show began to argue. Their bickering was a given for every episode, usually on the same subject, yet Shepard couldn’t help but turn it up to hear their words. Her walls were soundproof enough that hopefully no one could hear, and there were no meetings scheduled for the next few hours. She was alone and safe to indulge.

“God, don’t you ever want to like… do something with your life? Become a dancer or a bodyguard or something. This laying around is getting boring as shit.” That was the older of the two sisters, skin tinged faintly purple and with proportions that bordered on the ludicrous. Not that Shepard would ever indulge in baseless rumors… but gossip held that the asari on the screen had more than a few cosmetic procedures done, all before the age of two hundred. The scandal!

“No,” her sister shot back. Younger by fifty years and more blue in tone, she had a brief career as a model and was the star of some rather lurid videos that Joker liked but Shepard refused to watch. She had some standards, after all (ignoring the glossy covers she had hidden away under her bed.)

On screen, the sister teared up as if right on cue, tears lingering in her eyes and camera lingering on the tears, following them as they slid down a perfectly sculpted cheek to land on a designer dress. “I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.” A broken sobbed ripped from her body and Shepard turned up the volume just a shade more, a sip of beer helping to relax her even further.

The volume of her show kept her from hearing her door opening. Engrossed in the action (the argument had heated up- would today be the day that the two sisters finally moved out of each other’s lives for good) she missed the sound of feet on the metal floor, missed the careful, measured footsteps, until…

“Well, well, well Shepard.” Garrus’ flanged voice made her jump straight upward, slamming every key until the window had closed, face burning as red as her hair.

“And you said Fleet and Flotilla was bad.” His hand rested on her shoulder, leaning over casually to open the hastily minimized window back up. “I never would have imagined that this is what you do in your alone time.”

Uncharacteristically tongue-tied, Shepard searched for words and managed to splutter out a few sounds instead before coming up with an answer, one that wasn’t clever and wasn’t what she had intended to say at all. “If you tell anyone Vakarian, so help me, I will space you before you even get a chance to scream.” Turning in the chair and standing so that she was face-to-face with his bent over body, she stuck a finger towards his mandibles to emphasize her point.

Leaning back and folding his arms, the smirk was audible in Garrus’ voice as he challenged her, having apparently found Shepard’s display to not be a credible threat at all. “Going to have to try harder than that, Shepard.” His voice had dropped an octave and gone husky, and her humiliation was already fleeing.

“I think we can come to some kind of… agreement.” They stood face to face again, the tension in the air distinctly different. Shepard placed a hand on Garrus’ chest, and though she didn’t run it up and down, she was tempted to do so.

“Sounds like a deal.” An amicable agreement.

In the back of her mind, Shepard was wondering when she could get back to her show… and if she might need to install an alarm that let her know when people were coming into her quarters. A problem for another day.

[covenforegone]

The first list, first edit.

So, heres a general list of Characters for the blog, might change later:

Mlp:

•->Covin(deciet/fraud): a Diamond-dog who was taught(tricked) into making a neat little trinket, a staff able to strip a user of their abilities(such as sculpting, writing, drawing, painting ect) and grant them extreme skill in spell craft using them as a manifestation.

Prone to poorly thought out plans, and now only able to dig or break stone with his latent magic, Covin's often relegated to defending the Den, a task not looked highly upon for the short lifespan of most. This has left the cheerful hound easily depressed and eager to please, almost too kind for his own good amongst the Den's workers.

Despite not being willing to use it, the staff forged of Covin's power makes him a deceptively powerful foe when given reason to fight, and a decidedly pragmatic one at that.

Covin's 5'11, about 170 lbs(Diamond-Dog arms are heavy) and looks like a cross of a German Shepard and Husky in solid grey with a darker back. He's very fluffy, kinda scrawny and high strung, despite still being strong enough to hold his own, even if it's only in willpower.

•->Wax Light: An Earth-pony mare hodling another artifact, though she knew what she was was getting into. She's got a waxy-white coat, cobalt eyes and matching mane, and carries a pair of iron torches that spawn an endless supply of tallow and fire under her control. She's often called cold, but has a fiery personality once she warms up to you.(badum-tsch)

One of the students of the Iron Isles' magics, her chubby physique hides an awe inspiring mage and competent warrior, though her position as a free agent sometimes hampers that. Cynical and not one to indulge in her desires, Wax searches for magic of interest; be it in book, scroll, spoken word or potion;often to her detriment.

Wax is 6'3, 168 lbs, sporting a DD bust and ample hips, a layer of pudge and floof hiding a well trained fighter and a skilled pyromancer.

•->Derel 'Entrophy' Iction: an ancient Automaton in the form of a Bird-folk(think the Mlp:FiM movie) re-activated by the 'teacher' of Wax Light and Covin.

A dedicated flyer, courtesy of 'upgrades' from the selfsame person, and captain of a small Buccaneer craft named the Gale Cleaver, Derel has made his mark as a servant of the 'Iron Isles' military; if not a Rainbow Dash-esqe ome in his often lazing work ethic. Personally fond of a boarding axe belonging to his previous owners collection, a still active tool akin to those of Wax and Covin. The axe is able to collapse and fold into the mechanisms of his arm and cut most materials with high pressure winds, and Derel's power supply is a jewel based on the magical dominion of Entropy*1, which basically makes things break on demand.

Derel's a solid 7'8 and weighs over 1000 pounds due to his construction, and takes the appearance of an armored peacock/long tailed widow bird, with the latter's colors being dominant in the paint and tempering of his metal.

•->Avarice, Spirit Of Greed and Gluttony; not a world warper like Discord but a conjurer of sorts, and only a fraction of the power of the greater spirit. Currently manifested as a Storm Beast standing 8'8 and weighing 357 Lb's.

Avarice is arguably not an ally to the Isles nor any other group; if you have something they want, they'll take it by force or manipulation no matter the cost. Notable is that the form of Avarice changes based on the individual they've put power into, the most recent being a (seemingly normal) Storm Beast of beanstalk proportions and wearing armor rusted through and carrying a bag of holding.

Currently weaker magically then normal with the death of the Storm King amd the disolving of his forces, Avarice seeks a new host not only to bolster their strength but to trap in their own desire's. Whether this helps, pleases, or even leaves the person alive depends on what they want.

•->Winter Shrike, Equestrian athelete and advertiser, Kirin.

Coat color is snow white, mane and tail are light grey while the scales on her back are a cobalt blue.

Weight: 130 lbs

Height: 5'10

Typically bubbly, though certainly not stupid, Winter shows persistance in cheating her diets and generally enjoying life, even at the expense of her body guard and staff's patience. Harbors a fascination with growth of all kinds though she isn't keen on others being the instigator.

•->Gregor Knightly, Body guard, Conjurer of the 8th(out of ten) Order and childhood friend of Winter Shrike, Kirin.

Coat is dark grey, mane orange and scales black.

Weight: 154 lbs

Height: 6'2

Raised by Griffons and showing the same detached indifference and (lesser so) greed as his adoptive species, Gregor(adoption papers didn't have the 'Y') favors conjured armor and weapons, specifically twin, three-curved staffs capable of generating blades at will. Calm, cool and trying far to hard to be like a movie bodyguard, Gregor is often chasing Winter down after she decided to ditch him and the other staff to go adventuring.

->• Amble, Earth-pony, general wanderer doing odd jobs, with a penchent for larger women;

Coat is navy blue, eyes are orange, mane/tail are teal.

Height: 5'10

Weight: 135 lbs

Wanderer, generally laid back and a decent brawler, Ambling Way tends to blend in, for better or worse. Though be wary, like most Pony's with vague talents he has a habit of making others...suggestiable and laid back.

Pokemon:

•-> Hella/Cerber, a Houndour/Houndoom available in Hyper busty Futa or hyper cock maledepending on personal taste.

Height: 5'8/7'1

Weight: 224 lbs- 436lbs(mostly assets)

A proud, dominent futa or a shy, easily embaressed hyper, eager to tease and be pleased by those too weak willed to fight against her urgings and orders, or a hyper who'd love a good time if only he had the confidence to approach it(and a way to keep the massive dong in check).

Size is negotiable as everyone has prefrences.

•-> Armelia, hyper busty, lactating Armaldo with a decent urge to use those tits to get what she wants, and maybe grow with whatever sap drinks her milk.

Height: 7'8

Weight: 240-336 lbs(starting size drained and full)

Sporting an eager to please attitude masking a need to be in charge, this Armaldo has access to the move Milk Drink and will use it as often as she needs to keep other's under her claw; even if it means she's a few dozen cup and pants sizes larger after the fact. Tends to try and beat opponents in the ring, and mooch, off of the people foolish enough to drink her milk.

•-> Pieza(pie-zah), a bottom heavy Galvantula with a love for spelunking and ruin-crawling, and getting stuck in lewd situation.

Height: 5'6

Weight: 260 lbs

Sporting a pair of hips and a butt fit to block a hallway with matching thighs and buggy abdomen, Pieza doe's her best to get into every nook and cranny the earth has to offer; if her bottom doesn't land her as some cults idol or stuck between a pair of pillars in an abandoned city while it's looted clean.

Geneal Anthro:

•-> Telmach, Mustang Necromancer with a love of fine coats and gloves.

Coat is chestnut with black sock marking's and black hooves, while his mane is (dyed/magically colored) while with a pair of black streaks.

Height: 5'11

Weight: 180 lbs(normally)

Cruel, hot tempered and all to happy to just graft another limb in place when ones lost, Telmach takes great pride in making pets of those he hates and spoiling the ones who get on his good side; whether they want it or not.

•-> Kelmeed 'The Draft Horse', Half Clydesdale Mercenary, disgraced knight.

Height: 6'4

Weight: 233 lbs

Slow, lumburing and a fan of shield and (jousting) lance, Kelmeed appears to be a brute and nothing more; and this lets him show his skill is more then just trampling all before him. Shrewd and quite thoughtful when he speaks, Kelmeed is a good friend to have, and a horrid foe to face.

(Has connections to Telmach, though he only knows inklings, and Telmach couldn't care less)

*1 This is the entire reason he was found, reactivation and subsiquent upgrades were agreed on once it was realized removing it would destroy both the jewel and automaton.

[wildinstyl]

Final art fight attacks! One mass attack n one lil one.

Cats, left to right!:

-Thawpaw by Clownhound on discord

-Shrike by @relic_crown

-French Fry by me!

-Cardinalpaw by uwu on discord

-Beampaw by Jeweledbug on toyhouse

-Shepard by TheLemur on discord

-Oceanpaw by @SignetViolet

And Nala (second pic) is by Aho_lai on insta