#Wench's Wardens

[justabrowncoatedwench]

A Rook possibility for my big AU world state, Kieran Mahariel, Morrigan and Marek Mahariel's son. Marek followed Morrigan through the eluvian and help raise Kieran, hence the very obvious attachment to his Dalish heritage.

[fereldanwench]

i was pretty sure i was gonna like emmrich but i can't get over how charming he is

i'm really fighting to finish my first run before i make another rook to smooch him :3

[entitled-fangirl]

A Northern Lannister.

Cregan Stark x Lannister!wife!reader

Summary: the reader proves she’s worthy of being the Lady of Winterfell.

Warnings: blood, death, fighting, cursing, yelling

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They hate her.

She's sure of it.

They all hate her.

A Lannister lion in a den of Stark wolves.

Cregan was wonderful, and he made no actions that would lead her to believe he thought her less than for not being a northerner.

But the whispers were still there.

Their mother's last contribution to the earth, Y/n was born the much younger third sibling to the twins, Tyland and Jason. The two treasured her. Due to their significant age difference, she was much more like a daughter than a dear sister. So when she was to marry, they knew the beauty had potential.

And with the war looming over their heads, she was sent to Cregan in an attempt to gain the North's favor.

The greens failed in their attempt at gaining Cregan's favor, however, the girl had not.

He quite liked her.

She had a fire to her that he knew would cause trouble.

And he also liked trouble.

What a deadly combination.

…

"I assure you, I am no delicate rose, Lord Mormont," she said through gritted teeth.

He chuckled in amusement, "You're a mere woman. We will not have you discussing battle plans."

"Mere woman?" She scoffed. "I am your Lady of Winterfell. I am married to the Warden of the North- the man you raise your banners for!"

He shrugged, "My loyalty is to him, not a Lannister wench."

Her eyes burned with fury. "Watch your tongue, Mormont-"

"-Or what?" He taunted. "You'll have your Lord Husband take it? He wouldn't."

Her fists clenched so hard she swore her nails cut into her palm.

She couldn't cause trouble. She couldn't cause trouble.


She huffed and turned around, walking away from the man, ignoring his taunting words as she did so.

…

Cregan stepped up to his war table and looked around at the men, "Where is my wife?"

They all looked around and at each other, lost at what he meant.

His brows furrowed, "Where is my wife?" He tried again. When no answer came, he snapped at a servant, "Where did she go?"

The servant bit her lip, "I last saw her storming from the castle, my lord."

"What?"

…

Hours passed, and Cregan became more and more worried, but he couldn't walk away from his war table until the meeting was finished.

Luckily, she returned.

Mid-meeting, she threw the doors open, making all in the room jump from the sound.

She stood in the doorframe, covered in blood with a look of rage in her eyes. A bag in hand.

They all stood at the sight of the lady, utterly shocked.

Cregan's eyes widened and he immediately rounded the table to get to her, "My love? Wha-"

She threw the bag down and moved to Lord Mormont. "You."

Mormont frowned, "My lady?"

She gripped his cloak with one hand and swung at hard as she could with the other, breaking his nose.

All around the table gasped, completely shocked by the woman's actions as Mormont fell against the table, holding his nose when blood gushed from it.

Her rage was all but tamed, "CALL ME A WENCH AGAIN! I FUCKING DARE YOU!"

Cregan raced forward, pulling his wife back by the waist when she began to wind up for another punch.

She grunted and fought against him, "DO IT! FUCKING DO IT!"

Cregan held one arm around her waist, the other gently around her neck to push her head back against his chest and he whispered to her, "Stop this."

But she was far from done, "I'M A FUCKING STARK! A WOLF! MORE WOLF THAN YOU!"

Cregan tried again, "C'mon."

She looked around, noting the wide eyes, "YOU CAN BE NEXT IF YOU WANT!"

Mormont stood up now, the bottom half of his face completely red, "Control your lady wife, Stark!"

Cregan's brows furrowed, "Pardon me?" His voice lowered, "Did you call my wife a wench, Mormont?"

Y/n finally quieted herself, her chest heaving but her eyes glaring.

Cregan finally looked at her and really took in the blood, "Where did all this blood come from?"

She looked over to the cloth bag she left on the floor.

Lord Bolton crossed the room, picking up the bag and grimacing when he saw what laid inside. "My lord?"

Stark's eyes moved between his wife and the man. "What is it?"

"Two heads, my lord."

All eyes moved to her frame slowly, continually being shocked by the woman.

"Love? What happened out there?"

She pulled herself away from him and reached up, trying to wipe the blood from her face but smearing it instead. "Green spies."

He frowned, "How did you know?"

"Tried to take me back."

Silence fell over the group and Mormont decided to break it, "Perhaps they should have."

Instant rage fell over Cregan's face and he rushed forward, throwing a punch at the man, connecting with his jaw. "YOU BASTARD!"

Bolton stepped forward, "My lord. Please."

Cregan held the bloody Mormont up by his cloak, his jaw clenched as he growled the words out, "To the wall."

Mormont frowned, "w…what?"

"To. The. FUCKING WALL!" And he threw him to the ground.

Cregan then turned to the rest of his war council with equal anger, "Anyone else wish to spew insults in my face?"

When no one answered, he turned to his wife, whose anger had disappeared and surprise had replaced it at his actions. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, "Yes, Cregan."

He grunted and moved back to his place at the table. "Go wash yourself and return. You're needed here."

She nodded, leaving the room quickly.

"Someone get this Mormont scum out of here!"

…

The entire North heard of the Lannister girl's actions, and it was quickly forgotten that she was of Lannister blood entirely.

She was a Northerner.

There was no doubt about that anymore.

………………………………

Cregan Stark taglist: @misswynters, @cosmosnkaz, @sithapprentice, @kaniromi, @lovemesomevesey, @its-jackie-bb, @callsignwidow, @8812-342, @nyxbranwenn, @thorins-queen-of-erebor

[hunters-vigil]

Her Champion - Mavuika x Kinich's older sister!Reader - Part Two

First Part Next Part

request: do you think maybe you can do another one which talks about how the reader is Kinich’s older sister and having an affair with Mavuika?

Warnings: domestic violence, childhood trauma, abandonment, child abuse, neglect, death, alcoholism, gambling, Ajaw being rude still trying to figure out how to write Kinich and Ajaw, so characters may be ooc - I read Kinich's lore a lot to write this…

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3 which my fics are also available on.

Winning the Pilgrimmage and gaining the attention of the Pyro Archon, 'Kiongozi' Mavuika, wasn't what you anticipated however. You scraped through the team stages with whoever approached you each time. Kinich was always busy or had another team lined up. One year, he decided to participate in some Saurian Relics Association survey instead of take part. He came home with K'uhul Ajaw, an almighty headache- dragonlord, and you went on to participate in the Night Warden Wars.

Mavuika watched over the battle from the Speaker's Chamber, watching as you never stopped fighting, not even when you saw the other members of your team fall to the abyss. You brought alone brought them victory, but the celebrations did not interest you. Again.

Mavuika wanted to know why. Why did her champion refuse any acknowledgement of victory in the every Night Warden Wars you participated in?

She ended up asking her 'Hot Spring Buddies' about you, after realising that you had failed to come to the People of the Springs to celebrate, even after Atea's personal invitation.

"Honestly, I'd never seen her before her first Pilgrimmage." Atea admitted, a frown on her face as you disappeared from the stadium far too quickly.

"Kinich's older sister. The two were living with Elder Leik up in the mountains, but now… I'm not sure." Vichama elaborated, but it left Mavuika with a lot to wonder.

Why not get some answers from the source?

///

She knew Kinich well already, he inherited the ancient name 'Malipo' from her childhood friend, Burkina. But she hadn't had the opportunity to speak to you, and Kinich didn't talk about his past at all, he barely mentioned he had a sister to her in fact.

When she sent the team to the Night Warden Wars each time, you barely looked her way, instead staring at the entrance like it was calling to you. Had she ever heard you speak?

"So, this is how I finally get to congratulate my champion in person." Mavuika found you staring at a large plot of land, from the looks of it, multiple different crops had been planted and were growing well.

"Archon? Is there something you need?" Kinich approached her first, Ajaw kept quiet by the grapes you had thrown at him earlier, while you watched the woman from the corner of your eye.

"Hello Kinich, how have you been?"

You could feel her eyes drift over you, but you didn't say a word as you headed inside, telling yourself that it was snack time just to avoid talking to the archon.

You didn't worship her like most people in Natlan, you were completely uninterested, which made Mavuika's intrigue for you even worse.

"She called you 'her champion'. Did you skip out on your reward for winning again?"

"Wasn't in the mood." That was your excuse, but Kinich knew better. He only nodded, folding his arms and looking over to where Mavuika was waiting on the two of you to join her.

"Servant! Fetch me more- ah! How dare you throw grapes at K'uhul Ajaw, the Almighty Dragonlord, you, you wench!" Ajaw screeched, gaining everyone's attention as you stared icily at the pixelated creature, "stop- stop looking at me like that!"

Mavuika watched as Kinich slapped Ajaw into a time out, while you disappeared into the mountains, taking your weapon with you. Mavuika's gaze remained on you until you disappeared out of sight, smiling at Kinich as he said nothing but the look on his face was laced with confusion. What business did the Archon have with you, he wondered…

You weren't the first to win the Pilgrimmage, Kinich having won and gone to the Night Warden Wars last year, getting his dendro vision in the process. The one year you didn't participate due to getting injured while fighting him… the look on his face after that still haunted you as you didn't even wince at the pain.

The Pyro Archon wasn't someone who gave up easily however, as she found you as you were training, watching you carefully as you practiced over and over.

"My champion, may I have a word with you?"

"Forget the pleasantries, just tell me what you want." you turned your head to look at her, twisting your weapon away from her as she approached. Mavuika knew the craftsmanship immediately, one of Xilonen's creations, but she had no doubt that you had influenced the design.

You cleared your throat, waiting for Mavuika to speak, but she only blinked and met your eyes with a smile that felt so warm it was almost uncomfortable… had anyone ever looked at you like that before? Could your mother have, before…

[sapphicreadsdb]

Hi do you by chance have any sapphic fantasy recs? preferably adult fantasy but YA is fine too

sure! tho this could will get quite long... no links, sorry!, bc it was kicking up a fuss with those for some reason

+ = ya

pennyblade by j.l. worrad

lady hotspur by tessa gratton

sofi and the bone song by adrienne tooley (+)

she who became the sun by shelley parker chan

the scapegracers by h.a. clarke (+)

the third daughter by adrienne tooley (+)

the daughters of izdihar by hadeer elsbai

the malevolent seven by sebastien de castell

blackheart knights by laure eve

the warden by daniel m. ford

the unbroken by c.l. clark

dark earth by rebecca stott

witch king by martha wells

scorpica by g.r. macallister

the mirror empire by kameron hurley

now she is witch by kirsty logan

silverglass by j.f. rivkin

the woman who loved the moon and other stories by elizabeth a. lynn

...(this answer is how i discover there's a character limit per block so. doing this in chunks.)

fire logic by laurie j. marks

a restless truth by freya marske

when angels left the old country by sacha lamb (+)

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson

an archive of brightness by kelsey socha

the bladed faith by david dalglish

the winged histories by sofia samatar

dragonoak by sam farren

the forever sea by joshua phillip johnson

into the broken lands by tanya huff

the jasmine throne by tasha suri

daughter of redwinter by ed mcdonald

the last magician by lisa maxwell (+)

the fire opal mechanism by fran wilde

...

the black coast by mike brooks

high times in the low parliament by kelly robson

foundryside by robert jackson bennett

the enterprise of death by jesse bullington

mamo by sas milledge (+)

from dust, a flame by rebecca podos (+)

uncommon charm by emily bergslien & kat weaver

wild and wicked things by francesca may

the unspoken name by a.k. larkwood

brother red by adrian selby

the final strife by saara el-arifi

way of the argosi by sebastien de castell (+)

the bone shard daughter by andrea stewart

ghost wood song by erica waters (+)

into the crooked place by alexandra christo (+)

ashes of the sun by django wexler

the midnight girls by alicia jasinska (+)

the midnight lie by marie rutkoski (+)

the never tilting world by rin chupeco (+)

water horse by melissa scott

...

a master of djinn by p. djeli clark

the good luck girls by charlotte nicole davis (+)

among thieves by m.j. kuhn

black water sister by zen cho

the velocity of revolution by marshall ryan maresca

sweet & bitter magic by adrienne tooley (+)

the dark tide by alicia jasinska (+)

the library of the unwritten by a.j. hackwith

a dark and hollow star by ashley shuttleworth (+)

the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo

the councillor by e.j. beaton

these feathered flames by alexandra overy (+)

the factory witches of lowell by c.s. malerich

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

...

city of lies by sam hawke

bestiary by k-ming chang

the raven and the reindeer by t. kingfisher

the winter duke by claire eliza bartlett (+)

master of poisons by andrea hairston

the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

night flowers shirking from the light of the sun by li xing

down comes the night by allison saft (+)

wench by maxine kaplan (+)

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust (+)

girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan (+)

the impossible contract by k.a. doore

burning roses by s.l. huang

the house of shattered wings by aliette de bodard

not for use in navigation by iona datt sharma

weak heart by ban gilmartin

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust (+)

the devil's blade by mark alder

...

we set the dark on fire by tehlor kay mejia (+)

the true queen by zen cho

moontangled by stephanie burgis

a portable shelter by kirsty logan

sing the four quarters by tanya huff

all the bad apples by moira fowley doyle (+)

the drowning eyes by emily foster

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

miranda in milan by katharine duckett

the afterward by e.k. johnston (+)

thorn by anna burke

penhallow amid passing things by iona datt sharma

in the vanishers' palace by aliette de bodard

summer of salt by katrina leno (+)

the gracekeepers by kirsty logan

out of the blue by sophie cameron (+)

black wolves by kate elliott

the circle by sara b. elfgren & mats strandberg (+)

unspoken by sarah rees brennan (+)

thistlefoot by gennarose nethercott

passing strange by ellen klages

(and breathe)

[galsinspace]

Ok so here's my long ramble post about how I understand Dragon Age lore right now before the new game comes out and throws wrenches (or wenches) into this

Fen'Harel's creation of the Veil and imprisonment of the pseudo-gods trapped them in two seperate prisons: the Evanuris in one and the "forgotten ones" in the other. They were warring factions of powerful leaders, the Evanuris the current rulers and the Forgotten Ones wanting to overthrow them to grab power for themselves. According to Dalish lore, Fen'Harel walked among both these factions - likely because Solas wasn't interested in their power struggle.

The Forgotten Ones then became the Old Gods of Tevinter. According to codex entries you find in the Fade, the Old Gods used to talk to people and shaped the Empire. I assume they could talk to people in dreams through the Fade and thus had an especially strong connection with mages, the ruling class of Tevinter. And they used this influence to build this empire with the goal of pushing magical innovation and power until the magisters could perform a jail break.

And that unleashed the Blight! The magisters broke into the Black City, an ancient elven palace city that had been pulled onto the Fade side of the Veil because it was so magical that it couldn't exist seperate from it (even more magical than the Library that was pulled into the Fade only partially), and unleashed power that was far more than they could handle. They freed the Forgotten Ones but also Tainted them, turning them into the Archdemons. The Old Gods of Tevinter disappeared, stopped speaking to the people of Tevinter, because they'd been turned into something lesser than they used to be.

I've already made a post speculating that Ghilan'nain created the Blight as an experiment in full immortality and total control of mindless slaves. Maybe that's why the archdemons seem pretty mindless themselves now, because they're not Ghilan'nain and can't wield this magic she created exactly as she would. They're leaders among the darkspawn but they're still darkspawn themselves.

Which brings me to my next point.

It's also interesting that Corypheus is so physically melted together with red lyrium. That must have happened to him in the Black City! There must have been lyrium there!

[Edit: well fuck I guess he wasn't full of red lyrium yet in DA2]

It seems pretty clear in both Trespasser and that one inscription in the temple of Mythal that Mythal had a large scale lyrium mining operation and was waging war against the titans and dwarves about this (I've made another post about this that includes codex entries). So Mythal was also in the business of magical innovation, expanding the boundaries of magical power, why else would she need all that magical fuel! And then @lipsie introduced me to the theory that Mythal created the qunari because she's associated with dragons, and that makes SO MUCH SENSE with this one casual line in Trespasser that says that qunari mages are especially powerful, more powerful than other mages! Mythal created the qunari by splicing elf and dragon DNA to create even more powerful magic! And for all this she needed lyrium!! AND she has the horns!!!

The qunari are gonna be so mad when they find out...

It's also interesting that the qunari still live in a society so fundamentally built on obedience and conformity to assigned roles and values. I'm not saying that's genetic, that would be bullshit writing, but that this is a culture Mythal created to keep her new slaves under control. If their capacity for magic could be greater than her own, then she'd need to keep them on a very short leash so they'd never rebel against her.

Man I wish we'd gotten a saarebas companion...

But I think this will be another aspect of the theme of the plans of the elven slavemasters being overthrown when the people they want to control reject and fight them. I think this will happen with the Wardens (who carry Ghilan'nain's magical control virus), with the elves in general, AND eventually with the qunari. And the qunari will have to reckon with their very existence being the work of someone they hate, and the very values they hold being something designed to keep them oppressed. Which they already were anyway lmao but maybe this will be eye-opening for them. And some of them will probably follow Mythal and be villains!

Kind of crazy that I never realised this before when Mythal just HAS THE HORNS. Maybe she also gave herself some dragon powers.

So... Mythal.

First we hear that Fen'Harel killed her. Then that the others killed her. Then Solas says that was their greatest crime because Mythal was the best. Then he kills her.

Mythal was one of the most powerful leaders of a world we know now as a corrupt slave empire no more innocent than Tevinter, that's literally how Solas describes it. Mythal is known as a wise and just ruler in Dalish mythology, and this is because she was considered such in Arlathan: there's an old text you find in the Library that describes her wisdom in judging a conflict between two of the evanuris, and her solution is that two of their servants duel it out. That paints a pretty clear picture to me! It was a society where the powerful were the only ones deemed important, their squabbles were fought out by expendables. And this was seen as wise! No drop of important blood spilled! Just those chess figures whose value lies only in the purposes of their masters.

We see that Solas wasn't like this. Here are two things Cole says that I believe are about him:

Solas was a spirit of wisdom bound to Mythal's service. She wanted him to become an elf, so he did. He wore her vallaslin. But no longer a spirit but a "real" person, he was more than just a singular purpose - he came to want freedom and he took it. He burned her vallaslin off his face (leaving the scar on his forehead because he wasn't as skilled at it yet as when he does it for Lavellan so gently). He stayed friends with Mythal but he was free.

This is fascinating in regards to Cole's personal quest, Solas doesn't want to bind him and he doesn't want him to become a person because that's what he went through. (Varric stands for the other side because he's the perfect representation of the mundane, physical world. He's just some guy, he doesn't believe in much, he's a pulp novelist, he has a years-long situationship, AND he's a dwarf - antithetical to Fade-type magic.)

And it's also fascinating as a parallel to... Morrigan.

She was raised by Flemeth. They had this complicated relationship where they cared about each other in some ways but Morrigan was also kept fully subservient, and Flemeth was abusive. And Flemeth raised Morrigan not to be her own person but to literally become a part of her. Just a tool to take possession of. And then Morrigan kills her.

I think this is the true Mythal: an abusive mother who treats other people - her daughters, her servants, her slaves - as extensions of herself. I don't think Flemeth "corrupted" Mythal or anything like that, I think they became one because they're the same.

And Solas has this complicated relationship with her because she was his friend, she let him go free (just like Flemeth let Morrigan go in Inquisition...) but she was still a ruler of this massive unjust empire that had to go. The after credits scene where he comes to her crying feels so real, it feels like this has happened before, it feels like he's come crying to his mother.

And then he kills her. Just like Morrigan.

Because he was fundamentally against her empire, he wanted "to give wisdom, not orders". His temple Solasan carries memories of people meditating:

It's represented to us in the typical game mechanic of just slaying some enemies to gain a bonus but I'd say that's just a limitation of the genre, it's supposed to be a place of meditation and gaining deeper understanding of the elements and magical skill. The avvar came there to learn the secrets of the elements:

It was a place of learning, that was what Solas did with his power before he decided on a full slave rebellion and finally world-changing magical event. Wisdom not orders.

One of the main recurring themes in Dragon age is otherwise peaceful people being pushed to extreme action because circumstances are just that untenable. Another is having to become a leader because the cause simply needs to be pushed. Both of those are present in Solas.

The inscription on the outside of the temple is also interesting:

Solas became our end. Come not to his temple.

I think this was written by an aging elf who survived the fall of Arlathan. The world fell because of Solas, he's aging and dying because of Solas, he came to his old temple to use his last strength to curse his name.

And because this has become kind of a Solas post, I'll leave you with one last Solas snippet:

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2024- Prompt #12: Quarry

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"Are you certain of this, Preceptor," the reaper escorted her towards the location of their quarry, now trapped in the old ruins within the cave. "This creature, it's...unlike any we've seen before. I fear it might be too strong."

"Warden, your magicks are in place?"

"...Hm," he murmured. "Holding strong."

"It stopped throwing itself against the barrier some time ago," the other reaper pitched in, nonchalantly leaning against the nearby wall. "I suspect it might be open to...negotiation. Or at least tired."

"You are much too carefree, Chaser," the reaper reprimanded her compatriot. "Please, Preceptor. I urge you to reconsider."

"Your concern and insight is appreciated, as always, Tracker," she reached for her friend's hand to ease her anxiety. "Have faith in our Warden, and in me."

"...Hrm," the Warden began channelling a barrier around the Preceptor. "...You may go. Proceed straight forward."

She stepped into the darkness past the ward, and though the magick surrounding her gave off a faint light, it failed to penetrate the inky blackness that permeated the cave. Not that it mattered to her, for she was blind.

After but a few steps, many shadowy limbs snaked their way through the dark and feverishly attempted to grab her. Frustrated after being repelled, they started clawing and pressing at the barrier from every direction, looking for even the slightest weakness.

"Hello," the Preceptor calmly called out. "Who are you in the dark, so desperately trying to lay your hands on me?"

"Mortal fools," a voice hissed angrily from above. "Your feeble magicks won't hold me for long. Once I break loose, I'll take my time devouring your friends before your very eyes."

"My, how scary. I hate to disappoint, but I'm blind," she sat down. "Devour, you say? And how many have you devoured so far?"

"Countless," the creature dropped down and slithered towards her, grasping the barrier with its true hands. "Hundreds. Thousands. For an age far longer than your pathetic, fleeting existence."

"I see."

"...Why do you not show fear," it angrily struck the barrier, which elicited a strained grunt from the Warden outside. "Why?!"

"Because I do not fear you."

"Insolent mortal wench!" It picked the entire barrier up and attempted to bite into it. "I'll crush you into a bloody pulp within your silly bubble..!"

"I can not see your face, but I wonder," the Preceptor placed her hand against the ward. "Do you even know who you are? Whose stolen countenance do you wear? Whose dead voice spills forth from your maw?"

"...Shut up," the barrier slipped from its hands as it held its head, seemingly in pain. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!!"

The creature disappeared back into the dark, and the Preceptor walked outside with a slight limp. The Warden breathed a sigh of relief and fell to one knee, his aether no doubt fully spent from maintaining the protective spell.

"We shall make camp," the Preceptor said with a slightly shaky voice, betraying a hint of unease through her usual composure. "We shall rest and try again later."

[sotc]

I DID ALL OF DA2 FOR YOU KINGGGGG AAAAAA!!! KICKS MY FEET. TWIRLS MY HAIR.

I wish I could say that I got a lovely nod to Milana and his romance but unfortunately I did not. ): He's borked as hell despite trying to make sure my worldstate reflected his and the Warden's romance. Not really sure what else I could do. It's such a bummer but the mod I installed at least made me feel a little better since he's wearing the earring!!!! 😻💖

My Hawke flirted with him (disaster wench of kirkwall) and at least it was fun to see him be a little flirty back. As is his right to tbqh!!! Milana knows he's out there being a charmer 🙄 but they both know who he's coming back home to sooo teehee

[thealmightyemprex]

Me:*Looking for a comedy,finds one listed called And Justice For All*Oh this can be fun,a courtroom caper

*Watches film which is actually a drama about how broken the legal system is,how it uplifts the vial and powerful and destroys the innocent and marginalized ,and how it can drive moral people to insanity.There is comedy,mostly coming from Jack Warden and Jeffrey Tambor but its mostly an intense drama.Also contains one of the most vial villains I have seen in a while *

Me....WHY IS THIS IN COMEDY ????? Its a good movie,there are funny moments but.....Not a comedy

@ariel-seagull-wings @filmcityworld1 @themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @princesssarisa @piterelizabethdevries @barbossas-wench @amalthea9 @countesspetofi

[dragonagekeeper]

The Arl of Redcliffe Polls

Dragon Age Origins Polls

See quest and choice descriptions from Dragon Age Wiki/Keep below

Bella is a tavern waitress in Redcliffe Village. If a conversation is initiated with the Warden, she admits that she is receiving poor wages and being groped by Lloyd, the tavern owner. The Warden may have the option of helping her leave her life of poverty.

Bella left Redcliffe

The Warden can give her 100 silver to "get out of Redcliffe"

2. Bella took tavern ownership

Bella can alternatively take over the tavern if you force Lloyd to fight and he dies in the battle. 

Bella runs tavern

“The tavern in Redcliffe village, now run by Bella, was renamed "The Grey Warden's Rest." It echoes with tales of how the hero of Ferelden saved the village and healed Arl Eamon with the Sacred Ashes of Andraste. Few believe that such tall tales could possibly be true.”

3. Bella left to start a brewery

The Warden can give her 500 silver to "start a new life" (if the promise to help her has been made before the battle)

Bella went to Denerim

“Bella, the tavern wench, made it to Denerim safely. With the money she was given, she opened a brewery of her own.”

4. Bella died in Redcliffe

If The Warden chooses to abandon Redcliffe, and leaves the village to fight for itself, Bella will die and come back as a revived corpse in the castle.

[scribbledquillz]

Your Fire Burns in My Veins

A Dragon Age: Origins Fanfic - Updated March 13th, 2023

Chapter 4 - Where Two Paths Meet

Summary:

"He was at the precipice now. Standing on the cliff’s edge watching the very earth slip away beneath his boots, tumbling away into blissful oblivion. It called to him. Beckoned him to take his last step, and he could stand the wait no longer."

A first meeting between a Warden and a Crow is not all the latter had expected, though perhaps that is for the best.

The tree fell to the ground with a thunderous crash, its boughs splintering beneath the heft of its own weight. Zevran’s blood thrilled at the sight, anticipation coursing through him as he watched the Wardens and their fellows throw themselves to the ground, rushing to flee from the old oak’s uncaring path. There would be no chance of failure now. No deviation or risk of unseen error in his plans. Soon the weeks of careful plans and frigid misery would be made worthy of his effort, and no one save the Maker himself could deprive him of what he sought now.

The elf was the first back to her feet, a grin full of teeth pulling at Zevran's mouth as fury caught like wildfire across her face with the appearance of Karrok's men. Dark eyes brimming with flames snared themselves on him, her own snarl pinning him within her sights. She was perfect. In fact perhaps more so than was deserved of a man such as him, lovely and wicked in her rage as she was, though he did not have the will to deny himself this last pleasure. It seemed only right for it to be her who would cast him to the Void, a creature seeming so terribly alike to the one whose blood still stained his hands. Poetic, almost. 

The groan of a bowstring from his left drew him back from his musing, and he raised a hand to stay any fool choices that might cost him his justice. "She is mine," he said, gaze unmoving from the woman below while her companions rushed to pull themselves from the ground. "Your men will not touch her. Understood?"

The air at his back bristled with magic, the sting of Lucea's glare setting gooseflesh prickling over his skin. He ignored it, what little patience she had dredged from him long spoiled since they had taken their leave of the tavern.

Karrok grunted from his place at Zevran's right. "What in the Void does it matter? You want them dead or not?"

"Are we understood, my friend?"

The dwarf made another noise like gravel against teeth. "Understood." He turned to his men. "Heard him yourselves, didn't you? Elf wench is off limits 'less she's comin' for your stones." Then, after a short pause, "Take the soddin' Qunari down, and fast. Extra sov to whoever brings me his sword."

A soft murmur of agreement rippled through the men behind him as Zevran drew his daggers free, the pulse at his throat driving ever faster, ever more frantically. He was at the precipice now. Standing on the cliff’s edge watching the very earth slip away beneath his boots, tumbling away into blissful oblivion. It called to him. Beckoned him to take his last step, and he could stand the wait no longer. 

“The Grey Wardens die here!”

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[justabrowncoatedwench]

#4 and #12 for the hype questions?

4. What does your worldstate look like going into DAV?

I have several worldstates and no "true" canon, but I'm always happy to talk about them all! I'll answer you with the one I'm planning to play first, since I imagine that's what's most interesting to hear about.

My very first Warden was Solona Amell; she romanced Alistair and kept him a Warden with her. The Hawke that followed her, her cousin, was my purple rogue Daylen Hawke-Amell (he took up the family name when he got the Estate back) - Bethany became a Warden - and he dallied with Isabela before getting into a relationship with Anders. Unfortunately, he (and I) was totally blind sided by what Anders was up to and broke up with the mage but didn't kill him before siding with the mages against the Templars in the final confrontation.

Poor Daylen subsequently was left in the Fade by Inquisitor Tanith Trevelyan, a former Circle mage, who romanced Cullen and made Leliana Divine. Tanith vowed to redeem Solas after he saved her life by taking her hand in Trespasser. She disbanded the Inquisition and retired to Ferelden with Cullen where they help Templars leave lyrium addition and the Order behind. By 9:54 (beginning of DAV), they have 3 children, a son, Nathan, and twin girls, Haven & Hope.

My first Rook will be Tanith's younger brother, Alvaro, an ex-Templar who journeyed to Rivain to connect with their mother's roots after Trespasser and joined the Lords of Fortune. He's a sword-and-board warrior by training.

12. What's one thing you're hoping we DON'T see in this next game?

What an interesting question! I really hope they let Cullen rest finally (I suspect they will, what with everything that happened with Greg Ellis).

I'm a little worried about how they'll handle the elves, in general, particularly the Creators vs the modern elves, since the elves are rooted in Jewish, Romani, and indigenous inspiration (as stated by the devs since DAO) and the whole "Evanuris were actually slavers" schtick is, uh, easily fumble-able let's say, without making any sweeping assertions on whether or not it was fumbled in DAI and the tie-in media since. (I'm not interested in litigating such a complex issue in a short ask answer like this one.)

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[fereldanwench]

bioware would make some random ass dying warden one of the dilfiest dilfs in the game istg

[lovelystoriesaj]

CHAPTER 4.

word count: 1036

"jesus christ." i mumble as i pull up to the house. making my way in, dressed as laurie strode with the gas mask from my bloody valentine.

"and who are you?" stu asks with a smile. i yank the mask off my face, letting the blonde streaks fall free. "seriously?"

"mhm. it was either this or michael myers, and i wanted to be more original." waving the mask around before slipping it back on. "i've got my shit in the car. tatum and sid will be here in a few."

"ok, i'll go get it. go find randy or something." he nods to my car before walking off. i walk over to randy who was already in the living room.

"guess who." i laugh, covering his eyes.

"lemme guess, laurie strode?" he jokes, grabbing my waist and pulling me into his chest.

"with a twist of hardy warden." he laughs loudly, pulling the mask off my face so he could plant a kiss on my lips.

"i wanna dance, let's dance!" i smile, getting into a rhythm he could copy.

we dance for a while until stu calls me into the kitchen with a beer funnel.

"oh hell yes!" i walk over, grabbing the tube, sticking it in my mouth, sucking down the alcohol as stu pours it into the funnel. "stu, why the fuck is that priss reporter here?" i notice the top story van and dewey's car outside.

"i don't know!" he drops the funnel, watching dewey and gale weathers talking outside.

"stuart macher, you are a total fucking dumbass! why the hell would you let the deputy and some annoying reporter in here!" i yell, walking into the living room.

"know what, it's not a biggie, let's go hang." we plop down onto the couch where randy was taking tally for the movie to watch.

"how come jamie lee curtis is in all of these movies?" sid mumbles, flipping through the tapes.

"because she's the scream queen." randy smiles.

"with a set of lungs like that, she should be!" stu remarks.

"tits. see?" tatum says.

the door opens, which redirects mine and stu's eyes to the deputy and reporter.

"i'm gonna get them to leave." he jumps over the back of the couch, almost tripping over his hugh hefner robe. "hey tate. grab another beer, would ya? there's more beer in the garage."

"what am i, the beer wench?" she hops up, and walks into the garage.

"i'm gonna run to the restroom." i mumble to sidney and randy before shooting up the stairs into stu's bedroom. i change my shoes, from heels to converse, before grabbing my other stuff and putting it in an easy access spot.

i walk back downstairs, grabbing randy's hand before dragging him into one of the guest rooms.

"what's got you all worked up?" he smiles.

"nothing. i'm just in a good mood."

"then jamie lee me already baby." i lean back into the mattress, pulling him into me.

MEANWHILE

tatum slips into the garage, clicking on the light while opening the garage door and shutting it again. she skips over to the fridge, pulling out five bottles.

a loud crash makes her whip around.

"jesus!"

a cat runs out of the garage through the dog flap.

"tatum, it's ok." she goes to open the door, but finds it locked. "shit." then the lights click off. she knocks on the door in an attempt to get one of the dimwits to let her back inside. "hey shitheads! hello?"

she opens the garage again, almost walking out when it stops and closes, turning around to be met with ghost face.

"is that you, randy?"

they shake their head no.

"cute. what movie is this from, i spit on your garage?" she jokes, walking over to the door. "lose the outfit, if sidney sees it, she'll flip."

they block the door, shaking their head no.

"oh! you wanna play psycho killer? can i be the helpless victim? okay, let's see, no, please don't kill me mr. ghost face, i wanna be in the sequel!" she tries to get around them, but gets stopped again. "cut casper! that's a wrap!"

they grab her, making the bottles fall from her arms.

"randy, what the hell are you doing?"

a knife appears in their hand before cutting her arm open. she starts backing up, grasping her arm tightly to stop the blood flow. she runs to the freezer, hitting them in the face before she runs to open the garage door, picking up some of the unbroken bottles to throw at the person.

she runs over to the dog flap, trying to crawl through when the garage door begins to open.

BACK TO MADDIE

i hop out of the bed, randy following in pursuit so we could meet back with the others.

"i'm gonna go grab something." i smile, kissing his cheek before walking up the stairs again. this time, i shove my pistol into my pants waistband. at this time, some people were leaving. i walk down the stairs as billy pops his head i to the door, scaring sidney. he shoots stu the look before looking back at sid.

"leave the girl alone, b!" i shoot a nerf bullet at his head that i found in stu's room.

"hey, that's mine!" stu whines. i toss him the toy gun once i get to the bottom of the stairs.

"oh, billy, hey."

"billy, hm. what are you doin' here?" stu says with a smile.

"i was hoping i could talk to sid alone." billy shoots me the look to go get ready, which i immediately take, and start up the stairs.

"you know, if tatum sees you here, she'll draw blood."

"i'll tell you what. why don't you go up to my parents room? you know, you guys can talk, whatever."

i fake gag from the top of the staircase, which the boys notice.

"subtlety, stu. you should look it up." billy shoots back.

"no, it's ok. we do need to talk." as he walks into the house, he nails stu right in the gut.

it's gonna be a long night.

[furicel]

Squire? Black Queen? Warden? Who's that? Did you mean...

Catherine "being stabbed is part of the plan" Foundling?

Catherine "is that a goblinfire stock?" Foundling?

Catherine "somehow palpatine returned" Foundling?

Catherine "human sacrifice is only cool when I do it" Foundling?

Catherine "reincarnation of the Queen of Blades and Triumphant at the same time" Foundling?

Catherine "I never left the pit" Foundling?

Catherine "meanest crab in the bucket" Foundling?

Yeah, I know her, she goes by Wench.

Catherine Foundling

- dramatic little meow meow

- “it’s been a bad habit since I was a girl”

- will fuck your wife

- fucks her cousin’s girlfriend

- has had a very awkward conversation with said cousin where she was trying to get confirmation that he was fine with it and he was trying to make her understand that he did not want to know the detials of either of their sex lives, please

- union rep

- has died, like, six times

- steals things

- best friend

- disaster bi

- more of a disaster than you think

- “and he invited Lily to the fair instead of me. Mind you, if I’d had my pick of the litter I’d have probably gone with Lily too so I can’t even be mad-”

- queen

- workaholic, also boozaholic. smokes a pipe as well

- eyepatch

- also two crows on her shoulders (sometimes. they are their own birds)

- rides an undead hippogryph (crow variety)

- an ominous limp. uses a staff

- more metal than you

- says “fuck”

- except when talking about having sex. then it’s all “sharing a bed”, “intimacy”, “bedplay” and embarrassed blushing

- seer

- priestess of death and murder

- facetank even when running a support build with a Con penalty

- bard (stage magician). no i dont accept constructive criticism

- patron saint of bleeding out bc she forgot she got stabbed

- not a pyromaniac

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WIP Ask Game

I was tagged by @gingersprites and this looked just fun

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips! lol no, I don’t know that many people. I’m tagging @jeyne-stark @istaricelebelasse @salty-wench instead

this is not alphabetical because it’s got sub folders. i might be messy, but i’m messy with a system, okay

sansajeynes abo breeding porn

nedcat abo au

nedcat horndogs sequel

nedcat to keep the goddess on my side

nedcat wedding night

ramsaytheonsansa au

reyne queen servant roleplay

robb hadn

roslin frey is a gift

sansaarianne

sansaasha

sayne priestess worshipper

seyne monsterfucking

theolyn theon is presumptous and must be held responsible

au in which theon and sansa went to the wall together and lyanna mormont doesn

threyne bodyheat fuck my wife theon

ned almost made it to the north safely

jontormund snippets

sansadany in the north

if you’re still bleeding you’re the lucky ones

alpenglow modern ganster au

theonsa viking au

theonsa consentancles pt3

theonsa professor sansa ta theon

theonsa siren songs and other unhappy memories

theonsa chickens!

theonsa harlaws in the house bitches

theonsa horse boi

theonsa 26 pleasure 30 mistakes prince int he tower pt2

theonsa sexual healing

throbb take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

throbb the flood that wrecked our home

hawkefenrisisabela triad, skyhold

i wrote het question mark

josie and cass do the thing

josie and ftrevelyan save the world and then fuck off to be business wives

leliana and the mage warden do it on cullens desk

nina matthias schlachthaus au