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[dogreed-blog]

And so ended my journey with this series of games. I'm officially taking a vacation with Legacy of Kain drawings. And what can I say, having walked this path with you? "The coin is still turning" , "time fade even legend"? I look at old Kain and say, put on a fucking helmet before you go on a trip. No, seriously take care, use a condom, insure your life, and so on. Don't be like Kain, don't skimp on yourself..

[fullmoondagger]

Hello dear Legacy of Kain community!! I would like to take a small moment of your time to ask that with Soul Reaver 1 & 2 Remastered approaching and the hype it's gathering, I think it would be a nice move to tag remaster specific posts as such to avoid confusion with the originals 💕 It will make lokblr easier to browse for specific things !! (Or filter out if you dont want any spoilers 👀)

Thats all thank u 🧛‍♀️🗡️ Can't wait to see everyone more active again :]

[art-from-within]

Everytime I come across Mohg/Morgott or Godrick content in my timeline, I need to remind myself that pregnancy is actually a very painful process, motherhood is a responsibility and that I am not mentally sane enough to even CONSIDER a relationship with them. Think girl think

[daeley]

Human

Vampire

Wraith

[kaesaaurelia]

Finally bit the bullet and sprung for a subscription to HeroForge, then fooled around with improving the designs of some of the characters from my Good Omens fic set in 1926 Chicago.

(The cat is very important.)

[taonpest]

I'm having...................old men brainrots........

[spacetrashpile]

god i love when ttrpg campaigns haunt a song every time you ever hear it

[djvillain]

Blood Omen: Legacy of Kain (Let's Play) Part 8 - The Once Great King

[harbingerofwhump]

@specializationisforinsects

⚠️GO S2 SPOILERS⚠️

Fallen Pt 5

Voice of God: This seems an appropriate time to share a couple of the characteristics of demonic corporations. First, demon corporations are stronger than human bodies, just in case of incidents such as this one. If not for this fact, Crowley would have most certainly discorporated when his skull met the rock. Not that he is safe from such a fate, at the moment. Second, the blood of demonic corporations is black, due to the mixing of sulphur with previously angelic genes.

[mckiwi]

The Dance of 1650

Chapter Two: Rumor Has It

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Good Omens

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley, Aziraphale/Crowley

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, OFCs, OMCs

“I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, in 1793, 1941–” -Aziraphale S2:E1 39:45

If 1793 was the crepe incident and 1941 was the magic show, what happened in 1650? Or rather, what happened the time Crowley was accused of witchcraft?

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This is written for Whumptober 2024. All of the prompts will be used by being divided up between six chapters throughout October. Each chapter will have a list of the prompts used in the tags.

Bell took a shaky breath and pointed at Crowley, “Witch!”

“That’s our cue to leave,” Crowley whispered to the girl and urged her to stand. The girl clumsily got to her feet and Crowley pulled her along. 

“Don’t let them get away!” The Witch Hunter exclaimed and threw his stone. It hit Crowley in the back of the head, causing her to stumble, but she otherwise continued with the girl in tow. They shoved their way through the mob. People grabbed at her clothes. Tried to take the girl from her. By some miracle, they managed to escape and make their getaway. 

The girl panted behind her, “What’re we going to do?”

Crowley looked frantic and pulled them into a small shelter, bracing against the door, “Hide. Run and hide. That’s what I always do.” The mob was drawing nearer. Crowley could hear the clamor and promises of death. The girl started to cry again. “Shh! You’re fine. We’re fine. You’re not going to die, you have my word.” 

The Hunter was getting closer, “you all go look over there. We’ll continue down here.”

Crowley cursed under her breath and squinted through a small hole in the wooden door. “We’re gonna have to run. We’re sitting ducks in here.” 

“Where would we go?” The girl whispered fearfully. 

“Anywhere but here,” Crowley extended a hand, which the girl readily took, and prepared to flee. “We’re gonna have to wait until they’re not looking. On three. Ready?” The girl nodded. “Okay. One… two… three! Go, go, go!” They burst out of the wooden shed right as the Hunter barged his way into another building. They wove through trees and buildings alike rapidly. 

Unfortunately, the girl couldn’t keep up. 

There was a sharp cry as the girl’s ankle twisted from underneath her and her knees hit the gravel. Crowley skidded to a halt and cursed for the second time in as many minutes. She pulled on the girl’s arms and urged her to get up, “Come on! We’ve gotta go!” 

“I can’t! I think it’s broken!” She prodded at her ankle and winced harshly in pain. 

“Great,” Crowley seethed through clenched teeth. 

The girl suddenly went wide-eyed and pointed behind Crowley, “Look out!”

Crowley went to whip around but was stopped by a rough hand slapping over her mouth and a strong arm winding itself around her shoulders. She thrashed wildly in the grasp and felt the beginning of scales crawl up her collarbone. “Shh!” Her captor hissed and wrapped his arm tighter around her. She used the shift in stance to kick at the man’s shins. “Ow! Would you stop that! It’s me!”

“Mirraful?” Crowley mumbled into the hand. 

“Sorry?” The man prompted. 

Crowley rolled her eyes and wiggled within the arms holding her hostage. Seeing that Crowley was no longer actively fighting him, the grip loosened and his hand fell away from her mouth. “Aziraphale?” She breathed. 

“Yes! Who else?” He retorted and let his arms fall to his sides.

“Was that really necessary?” Crowley demanded. 

Aziraphale held his hands up in mock surrender, “Okay, maybe not my best plan, but you get testy when stressed.”

Crowley gaped at him and exclaimed, “Testy?” 

“Shh!” Aziraphale hissed at her again. “Help me carry her to my place.”

“Your place?” Crowley echoed but did as she was told, taking one of the girl’s arms while Aziraphale took the other. Together they pulled her to her feet and shuffled onwards. 

“Yes. My place. Do we need to get your hearing checked as well as your head?” Aziraphale looked at her sideways. 

Crowley brought her free hand up to the back of her head, and it came away red. “Huh. Didn’t even realize it’d gotten me that bad.”

There was a hint of concern in Aziraphale’s eyes, “I’ll look at it later, for now, let’s just get away from here.” Crowley didn’t need to be asked twice. The trio haphazardly made their way toward Aziraphale’s lodgings. 

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“There we go, dear girl, all patched up and in tip-top condition,” Aziraphale gave a reassuring pat to the girl’s bandage-bound ankle. He carefully lifted her injured foot from where it was resting in his lap and placed it on the cushioned stool he had just stood from. “That should heal up nicely in no time at all.” The girl, which the two had learned was named Lily, rolled her ankle experimentally, pleased to find it no longer hurt as badly. “Now tell me, if you don’t mind, that is… how did you come to be accused of witchcraft?”

Lily straightened from her propped-up position on the chair, “My father is Dunbar’s doctor, so he’s been teaching me some things since I was young. Whenever he’s gone on trips, I take care of the people here.”

“Is your father currently away on one of these trips?” Crowley asked from her position at the kitchen table with a wet cloth held to the back of her head. “Is there anyone at home with you?” 

Lily nodded her head, “my father’s been gone for a few weeks now, but he’s due to be back home today.”

Aziraphale released a breath, “And your mother?”

“She died giving birth to me. The townspeople think I’m cursed.” Lily explained sourly. 

Crowley’s eyes unfocused as she Looked into another plane, “No, you’re not. You’re one of the lightest shades of grey I’ve seen in a long time.”

Lily looked down at her dark dress and raised a questioning brow. Aziraphale cleared his throat, “I’m very sorry to hear it. But as Crowley said, no, you’re not cursed. Those people are just being silly.”

“Why do they think you killed the old minister?” Crowley asked. Lily audibly gulped. “They think you poisoned him– infected him, or something?”

“I didn’t kill him!” Lily exclaimed. 

Crowley held up the hand without the cloth placatingly, “I didn’t say you did. I asked why they think you did. Good at questions, me. You’ll see.”  

The tension in Lily’s shoulders only grew. “He had been sick for a few days. With my father gone, I was the one attending to him.” She took a deep breath. “I was the last to see him alive.”

Aziraphale inhaled sharply, “Oh, Lord.”

“‘Killed him in his sleep,’ that woman said.” Crowley laughed shortly. “I told you something was wrong, Angel.” Aziraphale cut his eyes over at the demon. “Right, we should probably get her home, then.”

Aziraphale made a noise of disagreement, “don’t you think the people will recognize her?”

Crowley’s face twisted, “euh– well, I mean– wh, sh, a, mmh… yea, probably. They’d definitely recognize me, so we can’t go out in that crowd to take her to her father.”

The angel’s eyes lit up, “what if we take her father to her?”

“Wot, bring him here?” Crowley narrowed her eyes. 

“Yes, I could go collect her father, or at the very least make him aware of the situation. You two could stay here and out of sight.” Aziraphale explained eagerly, already moving to grab his coat. 

Crowley considered it for a moment, “You know, that might actually work. You’re acting as the minister right now, after all.” Something shifted in Crowley’s eyes, “They wouldn’t suspect you of consorting with the enemy.”

Aziraphale pressed his lips together and the skin around his eyes crinkled, “No one ever does. And let’s keep it that way, yes?” He turned his attention to the girl intently watching the two immortal beings, “Now, dear girl, Crowley is going to stay here with you while I go and find your father. Which house do you live in?”

Lily blinked up at him then startled, “Oh, um. The house with the green door. Three houses down the road with the stable.”

“I know where that is!” Aziraphale said cheerfully, “That’s not too far from here. Excellent, I’ll go get her father, Crowley–”

Crowley raised a hand, “I’ll stay here and watch her. I’m aware.”

Aziraphale nodded to himself, “I’ll be off then. Lily, you’re welcome to whatever food or drink you find. Don’t let Crowley take all my wine.”

“Oi, I’m working,” Crowley argued. 

“We both know that’s never stopped you before, Dear.” Aziraphale chided and closed the door behind himself. 

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It took half an hour to find Lily’s house. Aziraphale realized belatedly he never actually considered what he would tell the man. 

Hello, your daughter has been accused of witchcraft because you left her alone for God knows how long. Please refrain from such actions in the future or you might find yourself with–

A horse huffed at him, breaking him from that particular train of thought. “Oh, hello!” Aziraphale noted its reins were tied to a post in front of the house. He ran a hand over the horse’s snout. “You’re such a sweet thing, aren't you?” A coin-sized piece of brass hung from the halter. One side had an engraved bell while the other read a name. “Scout. I take it that means your owner is home?” The horse huffed at him again. “Well, nothing for it but to check, I suppose.” He knocked on the door.

There was some shuffling inside the house. After a few moments, the door opened enough to reveal a stocky man with auburn hair, “hello?”

“Hello! I’m the new minister here, Azira Fell. I was just popping along the town and meeting all the people here these last few days, and I do believe this is the first I’ve seen of you. I apologize, I don’t think I quite caught your name?”

“It’s Doctor John Davis. Pleasure to meet you, Brother Fell.” Davis stuck out a hand for Aziraphale to shake, which he did. 

“Do you live here alone?” Aziraphale asked. 

Davis swallowed, “No, it’s me and my daughter, Lily.”

“Oh, Lily is your daughter? It’s a good thing I decided to talk then, I have some important news to share with you. Do you mind if I come in?”

The man paled at that and stepped out, roughly shutting the door. “No, I think we need to speak out here.”

Aziraphale hesitated, “alright. Well, it is of a rather… sensitive nature, I’m afraid.” Davis didn’t move. “Have you heard of the events that took place earlier this afternoon?” 

Davis nodded, “I heard of what happened with my daughter, yes. Do you know where she is?”

“She’s perfectly safe, I assure you. She’s actually at my lodgings with my friend. Would you like to come and collect her?” Aziraphale asked. 

The girl’s father seemed heavy in thought, “You said your friend was with her? My daughter is safe?”

Aziraphale nodded, “Yes. My friend, Crowley. She protected her from the crowd earlier this afternoon. She’s quite good with kids, you see, but never let her hear you say that. They’re both at my lodgings.”

“I’ll come with you then to see her. Just let me sort some things out quickly,” Davis gestured toward the front door. 

“Oh, take your time. It’s only a half-hour walk from here,” Aziraphale answered. 

Davis opened the door, “Thank you, Brother Fell. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

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The girl’s father closed the door with a sigh, revealing a man sat next to the window with a pistol in his lap. “I thought I told you to keep the door open,” the man said. 

Davis considered his options, “I know where the woman you’re looking for is.”

The man perked up at that, “The Snake woman?”

“I believe so,” Davis agreed, “and I’ll tell you where, but I need to know my daughter will be unharmed.”

The man nodded, “you have my word as a Witch Hunter,” Bell promised with a cold smile. 

Davis hesitated, “she’s at Brother Fell’s lodgings. We’re going there now. I can distract him for some time if you and your men can get down there within half an hour?”

Bell stood and grinned, “Certainly. Your daughter will not be harmed by my hand, Doctor Davis.”

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Davis stepped back outside to see Aziraphale petting the horse once again, “are you ready to go, Brother Fell?”

“Oh, yes.” Aziraphale patted the horse one last time and joined Davis on the street. “Are you not taking your horse?”

“That’s not my horse,” Davis said. 

Aziraphale gasped softly, “I didn’t realize you were seeing to a patient. This can wait just a tad longer if you need to finish up?”

“Not a patient, either,” Davis answered with a light, humorless chuckle. 

They walked in silence for all of two minutes before three horses swiftly passed by them, heading in the direction Aziraphale had come from. Aziraphale startled, “Wasn’t that the horse at–”

“So tell me, Brother Fell, how long have you been a minister?” Davis asked suddenly. 

Aziraphale blew a raspberry, “Hard to say… for as long as I can remember, I suppose. Certainly since before you were born. How long have you been a doctor?”

Davis smiled, perhaps the first genuine smile Aziraphale had seen from the man, “since my daughter was born.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Aziraphale praised. “Did you deliver her?”

“I did,” Davis answered. “She’s my pride and joy. The last piece of my wife I still have with me.”

Aziraphale frowned slightly, “what happened? To your wife? Lily had mentioned she died in childbirth.”

The doctor inhaled deeply, “I couldn’t protect her. I promised myself I would never let that happen again.” 

“I’m so sorry about your wife,” Aziraphale said, then added, “Bless you and your daughter.”

Davis felt immensely lighter, like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, only for guilt to constrict in his chest like a boa. His next breath rattled, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

The man faltered, “What does God say about harming others? For the sake of protecting your own people?”

Aziraphale considered this, “Well, I’m hardly one to speak for the Almighty, but there is the sixth commandment. ‘Thou shalt not kill.’ But if you’re looking to protect your family… I’d certainly try to avoid an altercation, but it might be unavoidable. Adam killed for Eve, for instance, to protect her.”

A few more horses rode past them. “I think I’ve harmed someone,” Davis confessed. 

Aziraphale made a noise of surprise, “Before you continue with that, might I remind you we’re not Catholic. Anything you say may have to be reported to the proper authorities.”

Davis shook his head, “I needed to protect my daughter.”

The angel looked at him, “Of course, that’s your child. It’s human nature to protect your offspring.”

The doctor looked back at him, “Will God forgive me?”

Aziraphale stared at the man, looked away, then looked back with a sigh, “I don’t rightfully know, to be honest with you. I’d like to believe so, but I know someone who was disgraced by God for far less.”

Davis blinked away the moisture gathering around his eyes as they neared Aziraphale’s house, “I’m sorry.”

Aziraphale opened his mouth to question why, until he spotted his house. The front door was broken down and the kitchen window was shattered. “Oh! My Lord!” He raced to the front of the house and felt his stomach clench in fear. Inside, tables and chairs were overturned. A curtain was torn from the wall. A few dishes were haphazardly splayed over the floor. Much to Aziraphale’s distress, a trail of blood led from the kitchen to the door. A soft sniffle came from one of the lower cabinets. He flung open the door to find Lily curled up inside, unharmed. 

“Lily?” Davis asked from the doorway. Upon seeing Lily, he dropped to his knees and let out a dry sob, “Lily!” The girl immediately ran and clung to her father. Aziraphale couldn’t take his eyes off the blood trail. It smelt of iron with a hint of sulfur. 

“Where’s Crowley?” Aziraphale asked no one in particular, already knowing what the answer would be. 

Lily sniffled again and turned to face the angel, “they took her! They think she’s a witch!”

It was fortunate Aziraphale didn’t technically have to breathe. He didn’t think he could with the way his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. “Took her where?” He felt a sudden spike of pain flare from the very familiar presence. He felt it as she crossed over the consecrated ground of–

“The church!”

[kitten4sannie]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝟏 - 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞

pairing: mafia! ot8 x undercover officer! reader (fem)

genre: mafia/organized crime au, drama, angst

w.c: 3.3k

ch. summary: after countless months of preparation and ensuing anxiety, you finally revisit the infamous Black Pirates, but from the other side of the law, and it’s almost as if you’ve never left.

ch. warnings: not too many….uhhh very light depictions of violence, a bit of blood, a bit of manhandling (not the sexy kind), mingi is unhinged (?) and has a gun lmao, no smut this time but just you waittttt

a/n: hi thereeeee i cannot tell you how excited i am to share this with you all 🥹 this is my first mini series and i’ve never tackled anything this big before so please be patient with me when it comes to updates~~ (also this chapter will be the shortest of them all given it’s the intro hehe) but aaaaaaa i’m so happy we can go on this journey together >w< now sit back, relax, and enjoy ~ and if you like, please pleasee share your thoughts and feedback with me <33

song rec: scene 1 - value ~ ateez, concrete jungle ~ bad omens

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“Are you ready for this?” 

All you could hear was your heart thumping inside your ears, unable to focus on your Commander in Chief’s loaded question, tuning into the sounds of keyboard tapping and faceless chattering about the current crimes and cases that were plugging up the figurative drain of your local prescient, rather than what he was saying to you. Were you ready to infiltrate one of the most prevalent crime families your law enforcement agency has come to know and loathe over the better part of the year? Not as their friend, but this time, as an enemy? They had half your city in the palm of their hands and were itching to take it over, pushing the drug and gun trade into overdrive, washing countless loads of dirty dollar bills, and in turn, leaving you and your agency to clean up the mess they left behind — and what a mess they always made. Bullets, bodies, and broken dreams. Crime and punishment. Officers, regulations, and yellow tape. An endless game of chess that nobody ever seemed to win. The perpetrators of this game, their faces never left your mind, etching their likeness inside the grooves of your memory even after being away from them all for so long, at least, until now — if you stopped being such a goddamn pussy and answered your boss. 

“Y/N…? You can back out if you need to…” He gave you an apologetic smile. “Given your history, I know it might be a lot on you. We can always put somebody else in instead.” 

“No..!” you suddenly protested, bringing a closed fist near your mouth as you forcefully cleared your throat. “With all due respect, sir, I’ve been preparing myself for this since you helped me…change course and join the academy.” Realizing you were digging your nails into your palms, you relaxed your grip, leaving red idents behind. “And, of course, when we realized what the Kim Estate was actually doing behind closed doors.”

“It certainly wasn’t tennis,” the seasoned man chuckled softly, leaning back slightly inside his fraying office chair, rubbing at his eyes from underneath his reading glasses, not aware of how prominent his eye bags were becoming. He let out a small sigh. “Y/N, I have a lot of trust in you. Going back into that world as an undercover operative is not a walk in the park under any circumstances, but this…they have proven to be unpredictable. I’ll ask you once more. Are you sure you can handle this case?” 

In all honesty, you were never too sure what you could handle, both in your professional and personal life, but the uncertainty never stopped you from diving in headfirst. And this, this case, being one of the dominos that would knock them all down, well…it was simply too delicious to pass up. 

You stood up, bowing your head to your superior, before giving him a knowing nod. “I’m ready, sir.” 

-

Your closest friend back in your police academy days and fellow undercover partner, Yeonjun, was the first person you spotted upon exiting your boss’ office, well, specifically his bright red hair, slowly navigating past the maze of desks and whispering coworkers to make it over to him, privy to the looks some of them gave you as you slipped past them — though it didn’t phase you anymore. Your past did not define you. At least, that’s what your therapist had been telling you the past few years. 

“Hey, partner,” Yeonjun greeted you with a smile, reaching out to hand you a paper cup full of freshly steeped coffee, leaning back to sit down on the crowded surface of his desk. “Tomorrow’s the big day. You ready?” 

You took the steaming cup, your jaw tensing as the bitter liquid hit your tastebuds. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, Choi.” You always thought of someone else when you uttered that surname. He was the complete opposite of your partner here: calm and collected, soulless when he wanted to be and full of love the very next moment, ticking back between the two like a malfunctioning metronome. You hated him for it. 

“Hey, it’s just Yeon, now. Come tomorrow, I won’t be my normal sexy self.” He pulled his freshly printed fake ID out of his t-shirt pocket and held it up to your face, replicating the toothy smile he had inside the picture. “Well, still sexy, yeah?” 

Chuckling, you leaned in, studying the fake ID, impressed by how real it looked. “Very sexy, Yeon, but remind me why you dyed your hair red? Is it the quarter life crisis settling in?” 

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, tucking his ID back into his pocket. “Ha-ha, funny. I just thought I should look the part if I’m going in as some renowned hacker.” 

You pushed a few files out of the way to lean against Yeonjun’s desk beside him. “Have you been studying up on your skills then?” 

“Of course, I have. I know I joke around a lot, but I’ve  dedicated my life to this, Y/N…” 

You looked down at Yeonjun’s hand, the one that rested on the desk in between you, his fingers drumming against the surface. “Good, because they don’t play around…”

The drumming stopped. Yeonjun turned his head to look at you, a flicker of light inside his brown eyes, like he was trying to understand you. “Do you…ever think about your life before the academy? Before this? Do you wish you could go back?” 

You bit into your lip, gazing past Yeonjun’s hand at one of the files that contained information about the very people you would be betraying. “I…just want to be good. Do what’s right…That’s why I left all of that. It’s why I’m here now.” 

He leaned over slightly until his shoulder pressed into yours, using his pinky to nudge at yours. “Not many would do what you’ve done, y’know. Giving up their way of life for something like this.” 

You nudged back, staring into the half empty cup of coffee you were still holding onto. “Not many people are this stupid.” 

“Not stupid.” Yeonjun pretended to clink his empty paper cup against yours, giving you a soft smile. “Brave. You’re the key component of this entire operation, Y/N. That’s huge. You’ll make a difference. Isn’t that what this is all about?” 

“Maybe…you’re right,” you replied softly, once again distracted by the folder from before, the one that was slightly open just enough to reveal the image of a man with slick back hair, dressed in quaint Victorian style clothes, with a big bow wrapped around his neck. Kim Hongjoong, owner of the Kim Estate and leader of the Black Pirate Organization. You knew him all too well, and all his closest cohorts. Would they recognize you? You hadn’t seen them since you were a young girl, forgotten by most and lost inside a system that didn’t care about you, except for the ambitious young man that swore he would one day be sat atop his ivory tower with those that followed his path. And now there he was, living the high life inside his big shiny mansion, sipping on fine wine, while you were still forcing down bitter instant coffee day after day, surrounded by people that looked at you, but never really saw you for what you were, whatever that was. Maybe Hongjoong knew. 

“Y/N…? You’re staring off into space again…” Yeonjun whispered near you, getting up from the desk once you came back to Earth. “Anyways, it’s late, and we have a lot to do tomorrow. We should get going.” 

“You’re right, we need as much rest as we can get.” You stretched out your legs before standing back up, just now noticing that you were the only two left inside the workspace, the light from your Chief’s office still peeking out past the dusty blinds. Maybe your Chief knew. 

Packing up your briefcase, you smiled at Yeonjun. “Should I dye my hair too?” 

Yeonjun pouted, resting his own briefcase against his hip. “That’s my thing.” 

-

Particles of dust and dirt filled your lungs, joining the blood that you began to choke on. It hurt to breathe, but your body carried on supplying oxygen to your lungs, not giving you a choice in the matter. You rolled over onto your back to face the night sky, your teary eyes focusing on the twinkling stars and the bright blue moon that loomed over the town, storm clouds rolling past until they blocked out the pretty view. Heavy rain began to pour down, soaking you to the bone. Even though you were losing the will to live, you still held onto the silver pair of scissors that you used to prove a point, even though it might’ve cost you your life. That was still something. However, your dear mentor still stood over you, his neck being clutched tightly by his trembling fingers, crimson slowly slipping past them. 

“See what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you? Ungrateful brat,” he choked out in between shallow breaths. Frustrated, he let out a gurgled growl, tossing his bloodied shank onto the dirt road beside his feet. You could’ve sworn you saw tears slip down his flushed cheeks, but then again, it was raining. “I didn’t want to do this…but you gave me no choice.” 

His closest companion took a step forward to securely grasp his upper arm, urging him, “Sir, we need to get you to the nearest hideout. I won’t let you bleed out like this.” 

The disheveled man’s other trusted subordinate placed a gloved hand on one of his shoulders, squeezing into it with urgency. He surveyed you past his foggy glasses, pushing them up the slope of his nose. His eyes were once filled with a sense of endearment when he looked at you, but now, they held contempt. “She made her decision, sir.” 

The struggling leader turned his head to look back and forth between his dear followers, then at his men who all waited behind them, their rain-streaked faces contorted with conflicted apprehension. They stood perfectly still like statues, until the all too familiar sound of sirens rang out in the distance. That’s when they all scattered, like rats, escaping from the flashing lights and disappearing into the dark of the night.  

Your soon to be killer was the last one to leave, looming over you as though he was Death himself, beads of rain, sweat, and blood dripping from his chin and down onto your face below. “Just one question, darling…” He held his neck tighter than before, growing dizzier from all the blood loss. “Why?” 

A small, self-satisfied laugh painfully bellowed from your chest, causing you to grab at your stomach where it had been sliced into. “The blade cuts both ways, sir. I was just following your lead…” You weakly lifted your hand up in the air, as though you wanted to reach him, but simply couldn’t. “Why aren’t you proud of the monster you created?” 

The man began to beam at you, but the corner of his lips stretched to an unfathomable degree, as though he had carved a smile into his own face. He lifted his chin up just enough to rid himself of the shadow that was cast over him, his brown eyes now void of anything, simply black. Soulless. “Oh, darling…the monster was always there. I simply dug it up.” 

You suddenly woke up and sat upright in your bed, your entire body covered in a layer of sweat, leading you to desperately kick off the comforter that had trapped you inside the sweltering heat. Upon realizing you were no longer caught inside a warped memory from your adolescence, you looked down at your stomach, lifting up the edge of your shirt to see if your scar was still there, sighing softly when you saw the jagged patch of skin. 

Your past doesn't define you. He doesn't define you — none of them do. And, now, you had the opportunity to create your own definition, and get a little revenge while you were at it. 

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“Do we ring the doorbell…?” Yeonjun asked from beside you, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot, getting a bit dizzy from trying to take in all of the glory of the Kim Estate. 

You were too busy studying the faded stains of blood left on the stone floor below to notice how out of character Yeonjun was already behaving, not that you could blame him. A similar prick of anxiety was already embedding itself into your mind, but you waved it away as soon as it made itself present. “We may be entering a lion’s den, but we won’t behave like them. I’ll knock.” 

Yeonjun nodded swiftly, clutching the handle of his messenger bag tightly inside his sweaty hand. “Hopefully they don’t eat us alive.” 

You gently pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, making sure you didn’t disturb the positioning of the micro earpiece that was sitting just behind your tragus. “They won’t, as long as we prove our worth.” 

You grabbed onto the obnoxious ivory door knocker, and just as you were about to make your presence known, you found yourself being yanked into the mansion by someone much bigger than you, Yeonjun’s squeaks of protest becoming background noise as soon as the man slammed you against the nearest wall. What felt to be the cold barrel of a compact handgun pressed up into the bottom of your chin with a click, your assailant’s focused, deep-set eyes boring into your own. “Is this how you welcome all your guests?”

“Not all of them…some I leave dead on the doorstep before they can even get a chance to beg on their knees,” the man muttered in a distinctly gravelly voice, a small chuckle bubbling out of his throat. Usually, the people he dealt with would be pissing themselves at this point, but it just seemed to be another day for this strangely familiar visitor. 

You could almost see your partner out of the corner of your eye, already on his own knees, his distinctively red hair being held onto by a nameless man in a 3-hole knit balaclava. It was then that you angled your head up slightly to get a good look at your old friend, feeling the barrel push harder into your skin. “Every guard dog has to have their fun, right? And, if you blew my head off now, well, where’s the fun in that?” 

“You’re right, doll.” The tall man’s plump lips quirked up into a smirk, slowly dragging his gun past your chin, down your neck, and along the softest parts of your body, poking and prodding at you in an attempt to humiliate you. “Should I see how many new holes I can give you? Fill them all with hot lead?” 

“At least buy me a drink first,” you said through gritted teeth, trying not to show any discomfort when he pushed the loaded gun roughly into your abdomen, directly into your scar, not that he could’ve known it was there. 

He seemed to enjoy your pained response, leaning his head back to let out a sudden laugh, one that was short and abrupt like a bark. “You’re one crazy bitch…” The man licked over his plump lips. “I like that.” 

It was just then that somebody else entered the foyer, their presence so distinctly powerful, the lot of you couldn’t help but notice before he even stepped foot in the room. “Is that any way to treat a valued guest, Mingi? I thought I trained you better than that.” 

Mingi immediately de-cocked the gun and brought it behind his back, tucking it away inside the waistline of his tailored pants. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Seonghwa patted Mingi’s shoulder with a gloved hand, giving him a small nod of understanding, before turning his attention to you and Yeonjun, the both of you cautiously standing with your backs against the paneled wall. “I do apologize for my guard dog. We try to keep him on a tight leash, but sometimes…he gets loose.” His shifting eyes formed half crescents. “You understand.” 

Yeonjun glanced over at you for guidance, and you responded with a small smile, before nodding your head obediently at Seonghwa’s words, Yeonjun following your lead. “It’s not a problem.” 

Seonghwa clasped his hands together, shaking his head slightly, a strand or two of raven hair falling past his forehead from where the rest of it sat perfectly still. He couldn’t seem to understand why he was experiencing a bout of deja vu. “Where are my manners?” He pressed his palm into his chest, and gave a small bow. “I’m Park Seonghwa, the second in command, if you will, here at the Kim Estate.” 

Yeonjun bowed back instantly, pushing his dyed hair behind his ears as he stood up straight. “My name’s Yeon. That’s what I go by online.” 

Seonghwa’s eyebrows raised up slightly. “Ah, I know you.” He chuckled to himself, glad that he was able to pinpoint the air of familiarity, but still annoyed that something wasn’t quite right. “You’re that hacker that’s going around and fucking with the local government, aren’t you?” 

Yeonjun was glad he didn’t eat too much that morning, otherwise he would’ve already thrown it up by now. He brought a peace sign up to his face and smiled. “That’s me, professional shit-stirrer at your service.” 

As more men began to trickle into the foyer to see what all the commotion was about, Seonghwa slowly turned his attention back to you, the true object of his frustration. It’s like he had seen you many times before, in a dream, perhaps? In the casino they ran behind closed doors? Or maybe you were one of the many playthings that were brought in to appease the voracious appetites of his degenerate cohorts. Either way, Seonghwa both loved and loathed the way you were already inside his mind, like you had already lived there, and your existence had simply been unearthed by the sands of time. 

“And, you are…?” he asked in a slow, calculated manner, his head tilting to the side. 

“I’m a diamond expert,” you explained vaguely, motioning to the large suitcase of supplies you were holding. “I can see the value of most things from a mile away, much like your dear leader.” 

Hongjoong was already aware of your arrival. You could feel it in your bones. 

Seonghwa brought a closed fist to his chin, nodding at your words, still not completely sure why he felt so uncomfortable. “But, who are you?” 

Your bubbling amusement was starting to rush to the surface, unable to keep yourself from smiling. And, just like that, you reunited with your dear mentor, except on opposite sides of the chess board. You were delighted everyone was there to witness the beginnings of your awaited rematch. “Why don’t you ask him? I think he’ll have an idea of who I am,” you replied giddily, prompting you to motion your head to the man that stood above the rest of you. 

You felt something stir within the men that looked at you, as though what had been hidden for so long had finally come to light. You weren’t a ghost, much to their surprise — well, at least, not yet. You were, of course, taking a gamble with your life, and your partner’s as well, but risks were meant to be taken, rules were meant to be broken, and strings were meant to be cut.

As though right on time, Hongjoong dug his nails into the mahogany railing of the expansive landing, his free hand unconsciously adjusting the bow that was wrapped securely around his neck. He understood the most out of all them. Value. You looked up to him, moving your fingers as though you were using a pair of scissors. 

“Remember now?” 

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30 Tomarrymort Recs for 2024 — One-Shot Edition (Part 2)

2024 recs continued! Here's a round-up of some of the most compelling one-shots that I came across in 2024 that I hope showcases the diversity of talent in our ship across a broad range of tropes and themes and ratings 🤍

Criteria for this list: one-shot, complete, published in 2024. Can be read in 1 sitting. Overall for 2024, I've split up the year-end recs into 3 parts: (1) Completed Multi-Chapter Fics, (2) One-Shots, (3) WIPs. Here’s the link back to Part 1: Completed Multi-Chapter Fics. 

The 3rd and last part of this list (WIPs/Longfics updated in 2024) will be posted soon. Happy reading!

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A Moment of Curiosity (or Weakness) by koel7 (E, 6k, complete)

“I’m having these dreams,” Harry says. “You’re in every one of them. I think you’ve been in them for a long time, I just didn’t know it was you.” Tom inclines his head, and Harry sees the red eyes. He sees deathly, pale skin, and a flash of green light. “Do you remember?”

a pale horse by @ictyn (E, 7k, complete)

Harry, a penniless orphan, struggles to survive under the superstitious judgement of his isolated puritan community. One day, a vile omen is left before the church, an omen which portends only doom. The elders choose to cast Harry out, sending him as a sacrifice to a crumbling castle. The Dark Lord waits within, ravenous for the taste of his blood and the sweetness of his soul.

A Prank Unlike Any Other by A_Single_Cactus (E, 2k, complete)

It was April Fools’ Day. Harry decides to prank Riddle by acting differently. He decides to act nice. It doesn’t go as planned.

Adhesion by @telelli-writes (T, 5k, complete)

Overachieving sixth-year prefect Tom Riddle is on the fast track to be Head Boy next year, a Department Head by thirty, and Minister for Magic by forty. Harry Potter, Quidditch star and the most popular boy in school, doesn't factor anywhere into those plans or Tom's life. Until Professor Slughorn pairs the two of them together on a Potions project.

bad guy by @circleofplanets (M, 5k, complete)

Considered the power couple of Hogwarts, Tom Marvolo Riddle and Harry James Potter have been the topic of interest ever since they got together. A series of interviews getting close and personal with their friends and their outsider perspective on the famed couple.

Blood of the Covenant by @solelyseeking (E, 10k, complete)

Perhaps more than Parseltongue ran through Tom's veins. The Gaunts carried a hunger in their blood- not just for power, as is their right- but for each other. Tom thinks of the way their legacy had dripped from Harry's tongue, later that night, as his wrist works beneath the covers. He feels no shame for his urges. Tradition is sacred, after all. And Tom had always wanted a family.

Consume by @known-concepts (E, 4k, complete)

Something goes awry during Voldemort's resurrection, the balances of life and death are upset, and there is only one way to fix it.

cult classic by @aitafrog (G, 3k, complete)

For his whole life, Harry’s been looking forward to leaving behind the Dursleys and making his own fresh start. He’d envisioned endless opportunities ahead of him, with countless ways of reinventing himself. But for all of his daydreams and plans, he never quite imagined his fresh start involving the infamous cult leader Tom Riddle.

Customer Service by lilacscented (T, 6k, complete)

Furious at Borgin & Burkes’ blatant false advertising and shoddy customer service, Harry spends his Christmas Eve on a quest for Justice. Tom, meanwhile, is just punching the clock for some holiday pay. Both of them end up getting more than they bargained for.

deadbolt by @duplicitywrites (E, 8k, complete)

Tom is stunning at sixteen. He has always been an exception in a sea of mediocrity, a chameleon of sorts, conducting himself with the arrogance of genius astride the pity of orphanhood. Each facet of Tom Riddle is a domino on the path of Voldemort; it is up to you to divert them. Or: Harry goes back in time again, and again, and again.

don't blame the stork by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (T, 10k, complete)

Harry feels a little adrift after the war, so Magic decides he needs a baby, Magical Britain decides he needs to be Minister, and Voldemort decides he needs some company.

Eternal Hunt by @metalomagnetic (E, 3k, complete)

Harry wants to be good. Tom wants Harry.

Fearsome Thing by @0p4l3sc3nc3 (NR, 13k, complete)

It was him. The angel. "P-pleased to meet you," Tom murmured, and then cursed his tongue for the stutter, and his throat for the raspy tone of his voice, and his heart for being a traitor. And the angel—Harry, he had to remember that name now, it was of utmost importance—smiled at him. "The pleasure is mine.”

Heartbeats by @cyandenial (T, 10k, complete)

Harry Potter, a medical student, volunteered to help in St Mungo's hospital for the summer, to gain extra credits and some practical experience. He was assigned to look over one old man, a task no one wanted, because Tom Riddle wasn’t making it easy for anyone. His horrible attitude brought about every nurse to tears, and Harry was determined not be among those who cried. To everyone's surprise, he managed somehow… Until he didn't.

his love life and death by @noctelier (T, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle doesn’t get sick. His immune system, just like the rest of him, is extraordinary. Incomparable. No one would dare suggest otherwise. Which is why everyone goes silent when he starts to cough. Or: Tom contracts Hanahaki Disease, knows what he must do about it, and decides he’s better than all that (until he doesn’t).

Ho, Ho, Ho by @moontearpensfic (E, 3k, complete)

Tom's parents take him shopping at the mall, where he scopes out snake paraphernalia and a Santa Claus with pretty green eyes.

if the moon should ever doubt by @fericide (M, 6k, complete)

They meet in the Astronomy Tower.

Mistletoe Managed by @tommarvoloriddlesdiary (T, 3k, complete)

“What’s so bad about magical mistletoe?” Harry asks. Hermione sighs, “Well, magical mistletoe won’t let a person go until they share a heartfelt kiss... So he'll be there a while.”

O Come, All Ye Faithful by @shyinsunlight (E, 3k, complete)

The sanctity of midnight mass requires dignity, composure, and absolutely not dropping the thurible when Harry fucking Potter walks in fifteen minutes late. Harry, who hasn’t darkened the church door since last Easter, and who’s apparently decided Christmas Eve is the perfect time to make his triumphant return to worship.

paint your eyes with sunsets by @boyneptunee (T, 5k, complete)

Tom moves to a new apartment building where he more or less gets himself a boyfriend and a family. Oh, and there's also a cat.

Resonating Souls by @endlessburningdarkness (E, 4k, complete)

Minister Riddle has an unusually dream filled night.

Roughly 19 Years Later by @dividawrites (E, 2k, complete)

Platform 9¾ is a nice place for reunions.

seven by lilacscented (T, 7k, complete)

Harry meets Tom Riddle on the first day of school. He has just turned seven. “So you’re like me,” he says, a statement, not a question. “Meet me in the woods later this afternoon.”

Soil by @ratzeebatz (T, 11k, complete)

The thing about Tom, and many people were aware of this, is that he had a combination of traits that made him both dangerous and infinitely appealing to anyone that spoke to him.  Or: Tom Riddle is a murderous herbologist, and Harry smells better than anything he's smelled before.

stumbling into wonderful by @satflesk22 (E, 5k, complete)

The Ministry sees fit to meddle at Hogwarts in an attempt at curtailing rising pureblood sentiments, to try and lure prospective recruits away from the Dark Lord Nott. Unsurprisingly, the Heir of Slytherin is stuck together in a room with the Chosen One. The worst part is that it bloody works.

The Betrayal (and Boon) of One's Own Biology by @riverxsong-ao3 (E, 7k, complete)

Tom Riddle had always known he was destined for greatness. As a young wizard, he was certain he would present one day as an Alpha - strong, powerful, in charge. When he did not, he came to accept that he must, in fact, be a Beta. Then, one day, everything changed.

The Descent by @chaos-bear (E, 5k, complete)

Secrets, grief and blood magic collide in the depths of the Austrian Alps.

The Good Knight by @mosiva (E, 9k, complete)

Harry and Tom drifted apart at Hogwarts, and Harry hasn’t seen Tom in years as she’s off travelling the world. But Harry doesn’t have time to be sad about it. She’s got problems closer to home – like helping the Order of the Phoenix to combat the recent rise of one Lord Voldemort.

the thing lay dead by @duplicitywrites (E, 7k, complete)

In the end, there was one body that all refused to touch. It unnerved people to see even the corpse. Harry tended to him, this man made mortal. Smooth, alabaster skin and thin, brittle bones. Peaceful in death as he had never been in life. No longer a monster. Now a body, just like everyone else.

this is my persona, secret lover (he's my collar) by souliloquium (M, 3k, complete)

Some things are the same, some things are different. Harry is not the Boy Who Lived. He still finds the locket. And Tom finds him.

We Bow to Each Other, Harry by @liquidluckandstuff (T, 4k, complete)

Harry falls asleep with the Horcrux around his neck and has a very strange dream.

When the Weight is Gone by @marrythemonstersao3 (M, 7k, complete)

In the quiet after the war is over, Harry feels the empty space in his soul like a missing limb. Eventually, his grief and longing come to a head when Death offers him a choice: to move on for good, or go back and do it over again.

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[hollyhomburg]

Prey Animals (Masterlist)

—  Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Bts x reader

—  Subgenders: Omega! Reader, Beta! Yoongi, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Jimin, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Hoseok, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin

—  Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia au, Polyamory au, Found family, Suspense, Eventual Smut, Enemies to friends to lovers, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt and Comfort,

—  Summary: In a world where Beta's are rare, valuable, and often have more than one pack; Beta Min Yoongi does everything he can to keep his mafia heritage a secret from his primary pack. Little does he know he's not the only one who's living a double life.

—  Words: 80k so far

—  Warnings: Violence, Blood, Murder, sexual and physical abuse, PTSD, themes of healing, suspense, mute character's, depictions of eating disorders, healing, hospitals, epilepsy, assassins, spyies,

Before you read:

This is the second version of this story, it's better, edited and longer. But if you want to read the first (near complete) version of this story you can read it on tumblr here, or on Ao3 here. there's like a million words of it lol.

not everything is tagged in this version. there is quite a bit of triggering content. i go into much more greater detail about the m/c and the abuse that she suffered at the hands of Geumjae in this version. if there is anything that doesn't get a tag and you feel it needs it, please don't hesitate to tell me!

This version is a lot longer than V1, and because of that the chapters don't line up, chapters 1-13 cover chapters 1-4.

While there are only a few things that have been taken out/restructured, but yoongi and the m/c get a dedicated slow burn love story in this now. i've also added 60k to what we did have so please give this tons of love!

i will not be reblogging these parts nearly as much as the others, because i want there to be less crowdedness on my feed. i will try my hardest to respond to comments if there are any this time around.

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Prologue: Omens

Summary: you watch your husband murder someone, and try not to make it worse

Part 1: The Beta

Summary: Seokjin meets Yoongi when he's at his lowest.

Part 2: The Funeral

Summary: The death of a king pin makes the whole picture come crumbling down. In 120 days, Yoongi will decide who rules the criminal empire.

Part 3: The Alpha

Summary: Seokjin meets Namjoon when things are finally getting good, will the introduction of an alpha disrupt his and yoongi's little pack?

Part 4: Of Violent Dogs

Summary: Kim Namjoon will kill. That is a fact that you can count on.

Part 5: The Pups

Summary: Namjoon meets Jungkook in the Emergency room. "he's sick Joonie, and you can't make him better." that doesn't mean he's not going to try.

Part 6: Prey Animals

Summary: A death and A dinner party (a woman that yoongi can't take his eyes off of.)

Part 7: Hoseok

Summary: Yoongi brings home a stray, but luckily he's going to stay. (Yoongi won't, Yoongi is going to leave)

Part 8: Just Not her

Summary: Yoongi cannot decide if he trusts you or not. After being followed, he interrogates you to figure out your motives.

Part 9: Ribbons

Summary: A dinner at the Moon house prompt Yoongi to get closer and closer to you. But how close can he get before he pricks his finger?

Part 10: Junk Drawers and Daydreams

Summary: Yoongi just wants to figure you out. Just that. He promises.

Part 11: Warm Monsters

Summary: Yoongi's attraction gets harder to ignore, as does your suffering.

Part 12: The After

Summary: In Yoongi's absence the pack sort of falls apart.

Part 13: Bruises and Butterflies

Summary: One life doesn't equal seven.

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Commonly asked questions:

Why the different name? because i thought it would be confusing to have two series's by the same name on the same page

Why are you editing this story? because i want to put it up for physical purchase either on amazon (ew i know) or some other alternative, the beginning of the story had always bugged me because it was not paced the same as the rest of it.

[daeley]

I was obsessed since last week with this old game

The pilars 💜

Favorite armor

Two options at the end (Kain is not going to sacrifice himself for the good of the world, obviously)

I like Kain in the 2D art of the game but damn he's ugly in the 3D animations, even the old Kain from Soul Reaver looks good in comparison (handsome old man)

I didn't do it so well :S

I'll probably play blood omen 2, I never played that game and it makes me curious.

I had to play with retroarch on my tablet, since my mom burned all my old games when I was a kid....yeah with fire!, I felt so bad because I was a really good student and only played occasionally, but she saw me playing silent hill games at 1:00 a.m. (perfect atmosphere)

[felassan]

Post on the Dragon Age website:

"Journal #2 The Voices of the Veilguard Get acquainted with some of the voice actors and join us for our upcoming character panel at SDCC! --- Hey everyone, We're packing our bags and heading down to SDCC this week and alongside that comes more Dragon Age: The Veilguard reveals! Today, we're excited to reveal some of the voice actors who bring our characters to life - a few of whom will be joining us for our character-focused panel at the convention. ICYMI, our SDCC panel "Dragon Age - Meet The Heroic Companions of Thedas” will feature Creative Director John Epler and Creative Performance Director Ashley Barlow as they discuss bringing the cast of Dragon Age: The Veilguard to life. Moderated by Lucy James, host and video producer at GameSpot, panel attendees will hear from Neve, Emmrich, Harding, and Lucanis’ voice actors as they discuss their motivations and inspirations that have lit up the personalities and uniqueness of each companion. The panel will be held on Friday, July 26 from 3:15PM - 4:15PM in Room 6BCF.  If the panel isn't enough to satisfy your Dragon Age cravings and you'll be at SDCC in person, join us at the Dark Horse Comics booth (#2615) where we will have swag to give away as well as talent & developer signings. Keep an eye on our social channels for more information on this. Discord members who drop by the booth and show us that they're a part of the server will receive a Romancer pin while supplies last. For those of you who will be keeping an eye on SDCC coverage from home, we'll have the full panel video available at a later date. Stay tuned. With that said, let’s get into our cast."

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"Four Rooks are Better than One Featuring the most comprehensive character creator in Dragon Age yet, your character, nicknamed Rook, debuts with four different voice overs to make this story truly your own. Rook is Dragon Age: The Veilguard’s leader in the making who has to bring the Veilguard together to take down the threats on Thedas. Immerse yourself even further by picking your voice, with two options from US/North American personalities and two from the United Kingdom/EU.  Rook’s voices have been provided by iconic television, film and video game personalities Alex Jordan (Cyberpunk 2077, The Amazing World of Gumball), Bryony Corrigan (Baldur’s Gate 3, Good Omens), Erika Ishii (Apex Legends, Destiny 2), and Jeff Berg (Battlefield 1, NCIS). What even is Dragon Age: The Veilguard without the Veilguard? These 7 companions stand ready to join the fight to restore order to Thedas. We're happy to announce that our cast of companions includes: - Ali Hillis (Mass Effect 3, Naruto), returns to the fray as Harding, the dwarven scout, a Dragon Age: Inquisition hero with a big heart, a positive outlook, and a ready bow – as well as unexpected magical powers. - Ike Amadi (Mass Effect 3, Halo 5: Guardians, Insomniac's Spider-Man) as Davrin, a bold and charming Grey Warden who has made a name for himself as a monster hunter. - Jee Young Han (Perry Mason, Unprisoned) as Bellara, a creative and romantic Veil Jumper obsessed with uncovering ancient secrets. - Jessica Clark (True Blood, Pocket Listing) as Neve, a cynic fighting for a better future, both as a private detective and a member of Tevinter's rebellious Shadow Dragons.  - Jin Maley (Star Trek: Picard, Silicon Valley) as Taash, a dragon hunter allied with the Lords of Fortune who lives for adventure and doesn't mind taking risks.  - Nick Boraine (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Black Sails) as Emmrich, a necromancer of Nevarra's Mourn Watch who comes complete with a skeletal assistant, Manfred, voiced by Matthew Mercer (Critical Role, Fallout 4). - Zach Mendez (Horizon Forbidden West, Married Alive) as Lucanis, a poised & pragmatic assassin who descends from the bloodline of the House of Crows, a criminal organization renowned throughout Thedas.  Last but not least, we’re excited to let you know Gareth David-Lloyd is returning as Solas, and Brian Bloom as Varric. We have so many more people to introduce you to, including some returning characters, but we’re not quite ready to reveal all those yet, because of you know - story spoilers.  While that’s all we have for now, we’re eager to meet those of you attending SDCC and to continue our summer filled with reveals from Dragon Age: The Veilguard. Talk soon. — The Dragon Age Team"

[source] [Twitter post]