#bring me my ring wraiths!!!!

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Is anyone else super excited to meet the nine men doomed to turn into the Nazgûl? Do you think we’ve already met some of them in the show? I can’t wait to see how Sauron deceives them and their transition from men into wraiths. I’m sure the show runners will make it deliciously angst!

I can’t wait to see Sauron at the height of his power.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Still in love/obsessed ex-husband

A still in love and obsessed ex-husband can be answered in various ways. I thought I'd make this one a little loosey goosey and stretch the definition of "ex-husband" here a tad bit. I also split "still in love" and "obsessed." My personal HC about these characters actions around those two phrases will certainly vary.

Anyway, here are four quick drabbles on the topic (And thank you for your patience as I fulfill requests.)

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Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): reconciliation, fluff, light angst, suggestive themes, swearing, marriage, strained and established relationships, stalking

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John Price

“I still have it.”

“Have what?” you ask.

“Your wedding dress,” answers John.

“I told you to return it. And the ring.”

John shakes his head. “Couldn’t bring myself to do it. Still in my closet.”

“You don’t want to.”

“No.”

“Why?” you ask.

“You know why, love.”

You sigh. “Did you sign the papers?”

“No,” he answers automatically. “Why would I? When you’re clearly still in love with me.”

“John.”

“You promised me an army.”

“I’ve given you three,” you murmur, thinking of your children with him.

John smiles, and you melt. “We can make number four right here.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“What’s this?”

“Nothing.”

“Show me.”

You keep your hand behind your back. Johnny grins down at you, one eyebrow raised. Johnny is fast, snagging your arm and bringing your hand into the light.

His gaze drops to the diamond on your finger.

“You still wear it,” he breathes.

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh, love. It does.” He steps closer, one warm hand cupping your cheek.

You lean into him, not wanting to admit out loud what still holds true in your heart.

“You still love me,” he teases.

“And?” you prompt.

He draws you close. “And I still want you.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Signing this won’t change anything. You know this.”

Kyle is right and you hate that he is. Grasping the back of your neck, Kyle threads his fingers through your hair. Twisting. Gripping. Arching your neck.

He draws you forward, lips nearly brushing over yours. “You know I’d burn everything down for you. Walk any distance. I will never be rid of you. Never.”

Kyle’s words are searing. They sit heavy in your chest.

“Do you not feel the same?” He shakes his head. “I don’t believe that.”

The divorce papers are scattered across the kitchen table.

You swallow. “Shred them.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost is a wraith.

He watches from the shadows. He knows your every step, who you talk to, and what your day looks like. He has always known. Even before you called him husband—and before that boyfriend—Ghost learned your habits.

He sits. Waits.

You glance over your shoulder with no idea how close he is, trying to find his in. Because he will. He will have you.

The current boyfriend will disappear.

Just like the last one.

Because Ghost made it happen.

All he needs is time and then, he can put his ring back on your finger.

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[mrs-gauche]

Let's talk about the Red Lyrium Idol

(…Because it's not like this thing has been discussed to death over the past ten years, right? 😂 *drops my two cents in the Scrooge McDuck money bin*)

Ah yes… The red lyrium idol. The one thing that's given me a headache since 2018, as I'm still trying to figure out how this damn thing could possibly fit into my bazillion tinfoil theories.

Whether it's the first official DA4 teaser in 2018, the Blue Wraith comic series or the entirety of the last chapter of Tevinter Nights, a lot of the supplementary media and promotional stuff setting up the course for DA4 seems to be centered around the idol. Quite literally, in some cases, like this mural from the first 2018 teaser:

It certainly led us to think that the idol won't just be another McGuffin (or so I hope lol), but other than that, it's still heavely shrouded in mystery…

Which is why I will now make an attempt to unravel this and gather every single bit of information we have on it (so far) and maybe that'll get us closer to some sort of answer in the end (actually, it won't, because this got SO long that I had to split this post in two parts lol No one's going to read all of this anyway 💀)!

Look, I just needed to get this behemoth of a post out before we might get an actual substantial trailer tomorrow and none of this will probably matter anymore. 😂💀

(Note: This whole thing was initially intended to be solely for myself to keep track of any information we've gotten about the idol since DA2. But since it's gotten SO long over the years, I figured why not just rewrite it into a somewhat coherent text and post it on here? :D ......Seriously, it's really, REALLY effing long.)

The Idol's Journey so far

To me, the idol always seemed to be something like "The One Ring" in LOTR. A forged ancient artifact with creepy unknown powers that is said to feel "alive", almost as if it possesses a will of its own, seeing as it has somehow found its way from countless random people, back to (presumably) its former owner. It also appears to be somewhat cursed, given that almost everyone who held it at one point seems to have died or gone mad by now (Yeah, I'm very worried about Varric and Hawke 👀).

Let us start with a quick summary of the journey the idol has made in the span of about 12-13 years (not counting the unknown timespan in which the last chapter of Tevinter Nights takes place):

First discovered by Hawke and Varric in an ancient Thaig in the Deep Roads.

Stolen by Bartrand, who then made a quick trip to Rivain.

Sold to Meredith, who turned it into a sword.

Taken out of Meredith's petrified corpse by Carta dwarves.

Sold again to a Tevinter mage, who brought it to House Qintara in Ventus.

Handed to a secret agent of Fen'Harel named Gaius (who was impersonating Magister Qintara).

Traded away to Tractus Danarius.

Handed to Magister Nenealeus at Castellum Tenebris to be used as part of a ritual.

Picked up by Cedric Marquette after the fortress fell, while trying to escape.

Handed back to Tractus Danarius, who then probably (not confirmed) went to Nevarra to perform another blood magic ritual.

Picked up by a Mortalitasi who (maybe) took it to Tevinter.

(Supposedly!) ended up in a vault under an auction house in Llomerryn in Rivain, where it was (supposedly!) retrieved by Solas.

That's quite the journey… that you wouldn't even know half about if you didn't read the comics or Tevinter Nights. But whereas the book and comics were all published after the first teaser trailer in 2018, after which the idol became the center of the fandom's attention and speculation, it should be noted that a connection to the idol was in fact already made way back in 2014, when people noticed that the image of Solas holding Flemeth's lifeless body at the end of Inquisition was very reminiscent of something else.

...Which brings us to the point of what the idol is even depicting to begin with.

Description

Before I'll start to give my own description based on the models in-game, the teaser and concept art, I'd like to quote the people who've actually seen it in person.

In the last chapter of Tevinter Nights, we are being told three tales by three different people, who all describe the same idol differently.

The Carta Assassin: "A couple hugging, too thin to be dwarves - but it's sitting there, glowing softly like a ruby lit by the grace of the Maker himself. […] It's heavier than you'd think - lyrium's heavier than you'd think, too, but this was heavy even for that. When I hefted it in my hand, it was like it wanted to keep moving, like it was liquid inside."

The Mortalitasi: "An idol crafted from red lyrium, which seemed to show two lovers, or a god mourning her sacrifice. It whispered in our minds when we saw it […]."

The Orlesian Bard/Solas: "He whispered something as he picked it up, tracing his gloved fingers gently along the crowned figure who comforted the other."

The one thing that all of these seem to have in common though is two figures who embrace each other in some way.

Which is interesting, because in all the depictions of the idol we've seen so far, it clearly shows three people instead of two. Granted, the third figure is a bit cramped up in the back of the crowned figure, but what's strange is that not even Solas himself mentions this third figure.

Most notable though is the crowned female looking figure in the center, which is holding onto the two other figures on each side of the ring shaped object (or it's the two figures holding onto the female?). The figures themselves look rather goulish, deadly or skeletal, with their bone structure clearly visible and all their expressions captured in a mix of horror or torment. The small carved-in lines coming from the middle figure's eye sockets also resemble black tears, much like we've seen on "The Mother" in Awakening.

There's also no sign of clothing, which is all the more apparent on the concept art of the idol, in which the breast of the middle figure is.. much more prominent. lol (We don't make fun of saggy boobs in this house, it's just nature and gravity after all, but for the sake of observation, I will note that they do remind me of Broodmother boobs, too 😂), aside from a hint of what could be a veil on the middle figure's head.

At the bottom of the idol, the lower bodies of the figures seem to fully submerge within its name-giving red lyrium and this "claw" type thing, which is coming off in the shape of crystalline red lyrium spikes at the tail end, though in the concept art and the DA2 model, these spikes were clearly more like red lyrium roots. But either way, the bottom makes it kinda look like it's been broken/ripped off?

We can also see tentacle like features, that remind me of the figures we've seen in the mural in the 2020 teaser and the depiction in the 25th anniversary book that revealed to us what the Archdemons were initially supposed to look like. 👀

I'd also like to point out that in the original concept art of the idol, the ears of the crowned figure look much more pointy to me than in later versions. 👀

There's also this "ring", that I've seen many people connect to how the Veil is often portrayed in Solas' murals.

But if this ring is supposed to depict the Veil, then what could it mean for the crowned figure reaching across to hold that ominous third figure on the "other side"?

And yes, I recognize that this ominous third figure also seems to be missing a left arm, just like another certain main character. 👀

The one thing that stands out the most though, is probably the crown itself. Most people might first associate it with Andraste, when the same shape can be traced as far back as ancient statues of Mythal.

Yeah, there's definitely a pattern here. 😂

That being said…

Connection to Mythal & Solas

Okay, we all know about the theory that Andraste might have been Mythal's previous host, right? We all know about the parallels between Mythal's story, Andraste, Flemeth, etc. And after comparing the idol to Flemeth and Meredith in their moment of death, considering all of the above/following and how old this thing potentially is, I will now make a wild guess here and argue that the idol is in fact depicting Mythal's death.

"He whispered something as he picked it up, tracing his gloved fingers gently along the crowned figure who comforted the other. But I could not make out the words, for I fear they were elven."

Not only does Solas seem to hold sentimental value for whoever the crowned figure is supposed to be, while also talking to it in elven, but the way he describes to "caress" the idol in Tevinter Nights does also seem to mirror how Flemythal was comforting him at the end of DAI.

However, I always thought it was a bit odd how Solas describes the idol as "a figure comforting another", when… tbh, "comforting" would probably be last thing that comes to my mind when I look at this...

"Agony" would be more fitting here, maybe? lol Kinda begs the question of how Mythal was murdered, too, with this being her expression in her moment of death? 👀

Without getting too much into it here, if there's one thing we can take from everything we've learned so far about their past, Solas' relationship with Mythal must've been a rather complicated one, to say the least.

"He did not want a body, but she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face."

Solas calls Mythal "the best of the elven gods", calling her "the mother, protective and fierce", and Solas is even described in the designer's notes as "Mythal's oldest friend" who is all about free will, yet if the spirit origin theory is true and Cole's cryptic comments in Trespasser are in fact about them, it was Mythal who gave Solas a body against his will, potentially bound/enslaved him with her vallaslin, and maybe even forced him to act against his original purpose?

"You should have seen me when I was younger. Hot-blooded and cocky, always ready to fight."

Cole: "You didn't do it to be right. You did it to save them." Inquisitor: "Solas, what is Cole talking about?" Solas: "A mistake. One of many made by a much younger elf who was certain he knew everything."

How much of what happened was Solas acting out Mythal's will, or rather, acting out of vengeance and pain in reaction to Mythal's death? How much of it was him acting downright impulsive?

Solas: “Cole is a spirit. The death of the real Cole wounded him, perverted him from his purpose. To regain that part of himself, he must forgive.” Varric: “You don’t just forgive someone killing you.” Solas: “You don’t. A spirit can.”

Or was it Mythal's death itself that "wounded him and perverted him from his purpose", just like he described what happened to Cole?

And what does that say about Mythal then, when she clearly hasn't forgiven her murderers and still strives for vengeance after all this time? What if Solas' own perception of Mythal and all the circumstances surrounding her murder is warped because he was once bound to her? 👀

Anyway. To get back to topic.

So if we assume that the idol is in fact depicting Mythal's death, then that brings us to the next question of why the idol is even made of red lyrium? Or rather, what is Mythal's connection to red lyrium?

We know that red lyrium is tainted blood of a Titan. Mythal was the first to kill a Titan and mine their blood for things we won't get into in this post. So, how did the idol end up in the Deep Roads, anyway? How long had it been there? One thing that's kinda strange to me, is how the DA wiki page about the idol says that it was forged by the dwarves, solely based on the fact that it was initially found in the Deep Roads, when we have no actual evidence for that. We've seen statues of both Mythal and the Dread Wolf in the Deep Road section in Trespasser where the mining of lyrium was undergone, but we don't know if the dwarves even had any part in building them as well.

Would the dwarves forge an idol of the elven deity who conquered them and killed their Titan, if they were somehow forced to do so? We also have to remember that dwarves were and still are the only ones able to actually mine raw lyrium safely, but even the Carta dwarves in Tevinter Nights had to take several precautions in order to recover the red lyrium idol from Meredith's corpse. And even then, many of them still fell shaking or went mad in its presence like Bartrand.

So if it only takes that little exposure to have that much of an effect on someone's sanity, how were the ancient dwarves or anyone even able to create it in the first place? What if the idol was initially made of blue lyrium but was then somehow corrupted?

And if we take one moment to really think about what an idol actually is.

"An object representing extreme devotion and religious worship to a god."

While Solas doesn't think of any of the Evanuris as actual gods, he still seems to hold Mythal at such a high regard that he wouldn't even speak of her at a sacred place like the Temple of Mythal (whether or not that was because he just wanted to withhold any secret ancient knowledge). He's able to fully recite the invocation to Mythal if you bring him with you to her altar. He also looks exactly like the sentinels in Mythal's temple.

I could go on, but generally speaking, there are so many little hints pointing to Solas being a former slave/servant of Mythal that, again, we won't get into here, but it's important to mention when trying to figure out why the idol (presumably) even belongs to Solas.

"The idol's journey is now complete, and it has found its master."

In Tevinter Nights, the Dread Wolf claims that the red lyrium idol belongs to him. He also made sure to punish those who tried to misuse it, going so far as to march in with an entire army of spirits and snapping a guy's neck with his jaw. (Yup, you're better off not to touch the Dread Wolf's stuff for dirty blood rituals, kids.)

"You use my idol carelessly, and in doing so, you threaten all creation."

Additionally, in the last chapter of Tevinter Nights, Charter and other spies conclude that Solas must need the idol for whatever ritual he's planning, while Solas in Bard disguise claims that he's already in possession of the idol now and therefore, I quote, "cannot be stopped". (Though I personally still don't actually buy a single thing about his vivid tale at that auction house, but we'll get back to this later. lol)

And if the idol belongs to Solas, was he the one who created it, or did he order the dwarves or someone else to make it for him? But why would he intentionally make an idol out of red lyrium, anyway? He is fully aware of the dangers and corruption that comes with being exposed to red lyrium and its use. Especially considering that red lyrium is blighted and how he repeatedly expresses great concern over the Blights and gets furious over the Grey Wardens' attempts to preempt them by killing the Archdemons (because he obviously knows more than us).

So, does he know a way to use it without getting corrupted like everyone else? The Seekers of Truth are so far the only ones we've seen to be immune to red lyrium thanks to having their minds touched by a spirit of Faith during their vigil. Could Solas' connection to spirits/his hypothetical spirit origin allow him to use the idol without it effecting him?

But if any of this is true, then l'm again asking myself what even was the purpose of the idol to begin with? Why or when was it created? How does it differ from any other red lyrium, and what could Solas have used it for in the ancient past?

Powers & Effects

So, let's talk about what this thing can actually do (as far as we know).

(Btw, this is the part where I will shamelessly copy a lot straight from the DA wiki, because truth be told, I'm just a German struggling with limited vocabulary and I figured there's simply no way to summarize this any better than the wiki already has. 💀)

Just like any other red lyrium, we know that being exposed to the idol for too long will make you mad/paranoid/possessive/violent, while also grant you special powers, until overuse causes your body to be completely overtaken by red lyrium. It seems to thin the Veil wherever it is currently kept, allowing spirits or demons to interact with the physical world.

It also emanates a song that is slowly turning people who hear it insane.

The Song

"It sings… sick music." "It eats you inside until you're nothing." "It creeps into your thoughts, humming." "They hear a different song. The song behind the door old whispers want opened. They are dead and dark and done." "Songs screaming far away. It wants to wake up but can't remember how."

(- Cole's comments about red lyrium/red templars)

After Bartrand took the idol and left Varric and Hawke to die in the primeval Thaig, he started hearing voices, claiming the idol was "singing" to him. Even after selling it, Bartrand could still hear the idol and was eventually driven mad by its red lyrium.

Three years later, it is discovered that Bartrand had chipped a piece of the idol off and left it in his estate, which causes the house to behave like it was haunted and the Veil was torn.

Then during the "Haunted" quest, Varric himself remarks several times to hear music while walking through the estate, much like the Carta assassin in Tevinter Nights recalled to have heard "music in the wind, like some old song I heard as a kid but can't quite remember" when obtaining the idol from Meredith's corpse.

Important to mention here is that Varric seems to also be the only one in the party able to hear this song.

Varric: "Hey… is that music? Where is that coming from?" Hawke: "In don't hear anything." Varric: "Where is that singing coming from? You hear it, right, Hawke?" Varric: "Where is that voice coming from?" Hawke: "What voice?" Varric: "I can barely hear it… I wish I could make out the words."

Varric also told us that, after Bartrand went mad, he tortured his non-dwarven servants by cutting pieces off them to help them "hear the song".

(And remember, the idol was found in an ancient primeval Thaig in the Deep Roads, sitting on something like an altar, indicating that it was being worshiped by the ancient dwarves as well. Presumably because they too were being influenced by the idol's/red lyrium's song?)

Haunted

During the "Haunted" quest, we learn that the mere presence of a shard of the idol in the estate causes:

"Voices whispering in the walls"

Random objects moving on their own

Apparitions/screaming spirits appear running across the floors

When Varric picks up the piece of the idol, he starts to exhibit the same symptoms of madness Bartrand showed, at which point Hawke can either let Varric keep the piece, or can take it from him with the intent of having Sandal destroy it.

If Hawke asks Anders to diagnose Bartrand in Act 2, he suspects a demon at work, however Bartrand is a dwarf. Instead, he determines that "his mind has been poisoned by something powerful".

In Tevinter Nights, the Carta assassin recalls that, in the attempt to retrieve the idol from Meredith's corpse, most of his colleagues fell shaking and whispering the closer they got to it.

Meredith

After Bartrand sold the idol to Meredith, she reshapes it into her sword Certainty, which does eventually drive her insane as well. It also gives her unnatural powers, such as the ability to animate the statues in the Gallows, and even limited flight capabilities.

(My question is though, were the things happening in that final fight directly caused by the idol or was this just the result of the Veil being already weakened that much by the many terrible things that happened at that place/Kirkwall in general?)

Anyhow, during the final battle at the Gallows, Meredith overuses the lyrium sword, causing it to burst into dust and petrify her into a statue.

Though as we all know now, some part of Meredith seems to have survived somehow, as her… mind(?) or something was shown to now still "live" within the red lyrium somewhere in Kirkwall at the end of Absolution. She (or "it") also seems to have somewhat control over the red templars now, too.

So, how is this possible? What exactly is she now, if it even is herself and not just a manifestation/echo of her memories or something? Could it have something to do with the idol? No one really knows (and we might never find out, if Netflix won't give us a second season, anyway lol), but I do think it's curious how the idol is likely depicting Mythal's death, who didn't actually die either and lived on through the ages as a type of lingering "wisp" clinging to various hosts. 👀

I also want to point out how Solas did suspiciously include Meredith's petrified corpse in his mural in the 2020 teaser as well, placing her right under that ominous upside down figure with the tentacles.

Furthermore, just like Meredith, the idol also seems to be somewhat indestructable. lol After Meredith's sword burst into dust, it regrew inside her petrified corpse (which Solas was apparently also aware of). What's interesting is that it regenerated in Meredith's chest of all places. You know, like, where the heart is supposed to be? 👀

Then there's also this curious line from Anders, when talking about Varric acting strange after obtaining a shard of the idol:

"This thing's magic seems only more potent when broken."

I've mentioned it before, but with the spikes (or roots in DA2) at the bottom part of the idol making it look like it was ripped or broken off of something, you have to wonder if its current state is somewhat broken, even after regenerating.

"Hot-Blooded"

During the Haunted quest, Fenris will remark this:

"Whatever is here is angry."

In DAI, Cole repeatedly comments on how red lyrium feels "very angry" and how it is "less angry when it's cold". We know for a fact that red lyrium emanates a noticeable heat. A corrupted Bartrand is especially weak to cold/ice magic.

While anger is generally associated with heat, I find this aspect particularly interesting, given that red lyrium is tainted blood of a Titan.

And building on that, while still searching for further connections between red lyrium, the idol and Mythal… Remember how the ancient sarcophagus in the Blue Wraith and Dark Fortress comic was used in a ritual, in which lyrium combined with fire of a Great dragon carved lyrium infused markings into Fenris' and Shirallas' skin, granting them special powers.

Not only was this ancient sarcophagus specifically built only for elves, and its design resembling that of Mythal's statues…

…but here we have a case in which lyrium is purposefully "set on fire" by a Great dragon to create "elven super soldiers". Mythal is always depicted as a dragon. And she mined lyrium in humongous amounts.

Again, red lyrium emanates heat. If this was common practice in ancient times, then I feel like it's not surprising that a Titan would eventually be pretty damn angry in reaction to its blood being continuously burned for centuries [insert boiling blood joke here].

So, aside from the red lyrium being blighted, could there be a connection in Mythal burning the Titans' blood? As far as we know, it did take a couple of aeons in which Mythal (presumably) continued to mine (and burn?) the Titans' blood, before the ancient elves sealed the Deep Roads for good, because they discovered something… bad. As Solas himself declares in the vision described at the mural depicting a Titan's death:

"Let this place be forgotten. Let no one wake its anger." "The vision grows dark. An aeon seems to pass. Then the runes crackle, as if filled with an angry energy. A new vision appears: elves collapsing caverns, sealing the Deep Roads with stone and magic." "Terror, heart-pounding, ice-cold, as the last of the spells is cast."

And there it is again. That anger we're talking about. What's so interesting to me, is how this does sort of come full circle with Mythal and the idol after all, since the motivation behind Mythal's actions, even after thousands of years, remains her unwavering desire for vengeance upon the people who betrayed and murdered her, which, in a way, does mirror the same anger/heat that the Titan is emanating from its tainted blood.

And speaking of blood……

A Ritual Blade

In Tevinter Nights, we learned that the idol is able to produce a blade, which is then used as part of a blood magic ritual.

"The Tevinter mage was killing his slaves. […] He had cut the throat of one of them, and then another, catching the blood of his victims on the idol as he made his way around the circle. […] The Tevinter mage raised the idol before him, and I saw a spike of lyrium spring from the base of the idol, so that all at once, it was not merely an idol, but a ritual blade. He slashed his own hand, and a wave of power pulsed through the cavern. It was as though we were the blood, and the cavern was the body through which it flowed, and we fell, all of us, to the ground, our minds pulled into the raw chaos of the Fade by the power of his ritual."

In the end of the Dark Fortress comic, the idol produced another red lyrium sword, that could be fully detached and was then placed onto the before-mentioned sarcophagus, turning Shirallas into a raving beserker that was pretty much invincible as long as he was in possession of that same sword.

While the blue lyrium infused sword that was used in Fenris' ritual simply dissolved in the process, the sword produced by the idol could "regenerate" and was especially resistant to Great dragon fire.

"Unlike the lyrium-infused swords of the so-called Arcane warriors, this sword should survive the ritual."

In the final fight against him, Marquette comments on how Shirallas "feeds energy to the sword from the red lyrium in his veins" and how in turn "the sword heals his wounds".

So in both the comic and Tevinter Nights, the idol/the weapon produced from the idol seems to draw power specifically from the blood of its wielder. It makes me wonder if it was initially intended to be used this way, since we have to remember that it still presumably belongs to Solas, who claims to not practice blood magic, because it seems to make it more difficult to enter the Fade.

Which is ironic, given what the mage in Tevinter Nights did to disrupt the Fade, but also how the Magisters Sidereal used a massive blood ritual to enter the Fade physically.

And oddly enough, in your first conversation with Solas about blood magic, he makes this curious analogy with daggers as an example…

Inquisitor: Every time I've seen blood magic used, it has been for some evil purpose. Solas: I once saw a woman being stabbed in the stomach with a dagger. She died slowly, in angony. It was repulsive. If the Chantry outlawed daggers, would that stop the people from using it? Of course not. […]" Inquisitor: "You don't need to sacrifice a slave's life to make a dagger." Solas: "I suppose it depends upon the dagger."

So… Could Solas be referencing Mythal's death here? Or what if the dagger here is referring to the idol in its blade form? What the heck does he mean by "I suppose it depends upon the dagger"? Was a slave's life sacrificed to create the idol maybe?

But if blood magic wasn't the sole purpose for why it was made, then what else could the idol as a ritual blade be used for?

Which brings us to…

Dalish mythology

According to Dalish legends, Fen'Harel told the Creators and the Forgotten Ones that the Avvar had forged a "terrible weapon", a blade that would end the war between both clans of gods. He told the Creators that it was forged in the heavens, while the Forgotten Ones were told that it was hidden in the Abyss. And when the gods went seeking it, Fen'Harel sealed them both in their realms forever.

Okay. So, let's just assume for a second that the blade in this legend was actually the idol in its blade form. Because hell, what are the odds of having two "super powerful ancient blades that belong to Solas"? lol

If they are in fact the same weapon and the part about Solas tricking the gods is true, why were the Evanuris and the Forgotten Ones so eager to get this thing, to the point that they would fell into a trap?

And with this, I'd also like to point out the level design in the scene in which Flemeth takes Kieran's Old God soul in the Fade. I can't help but feel like the statue of Dirthamen being stabbed in the back with a sword, crying a stream of blood, resulting in a huge pool of blood, as well as a bloody ouroboros symbol on the ground, is a very deliberate design choice. Especially considering the context of this scene with the revelation about Flemeth and Mythal, I'd argue this is all in reference to how Mythal was betrayed and murdered.

Again, the idol could depict Mythal in her moment of death. In the final fresco in the rotunda, the one Solas never finished before leaving the Inquisition, we see a wolf looming over a dragon slain by a blade.

In the last visual of the 2022 cinematic that, going by Varric's narration, could potentially depict the destruction of the Veil, Solas appears to hold something that resembles a blade with a very destinct handle. Additionally, we've since discovered an icon hidden on the Steam page of DA4, that shows a dagger with an identical shape and the same glowy purple as the Dreadwolf title.

So we have the idol in its blade form, the blade Mythal was potentially slain with, the blade Solas is holding in the 2022 cinematic, Solas mentioning a dagger in relation to blood magic and Fen'Harel's blade in Dalish legends.

That's a lot of blades... and a lot of blood. lol

The Hunt of the Fell Wolf

"The Hunt of the Fell Wolf" is the title of a poem that can be found in the Jaws of Hakkon DLC. It tells a story of former Inquisitor Ameridan, his friend Haron and their fight against a demon wolf.

Along with numerous odd things in this tale that could be interpreted as some kind of metaphor (or just the devs messing with us, if you want to know more, please check out this post), it also mentions an "idol of fade-touched stone" in connection to the demon wolf.

The wounded knight in darkness Found within the cavern’s gloom An idol of fade-touched stone, Which could prove the monster’s doom.

In the poem, after a grim fight, the wolf takes Ameridan's friend Haron to its lair, a "labyrinth of winding cave" (which many believe is referring to the Deep Roads, just like the ancient Thaig in DA2 where Hawke and Varric found the red lyrium idol originally) where Haron, oddly enough, also happens to find an idol. What's intruiging though, is that this idol seems to be connected to the wolf in such a way that he can only be defeated if both him and the idol are destroyed and struck down at the same time.

With burning blade, Ameridan And monster met again Whilst elsewhere did Haron valiantly With demon-wards contend.

As demon-stone was shattered, Ameridan struck true: Beast and spirit—both felled at once, Though neither hunter knew.

"Beast and spirit—both felled at once"

Two entities that are connected across two different places… as in the physical body and the spirit maybe?

As in the waking world and the Fade?

So, let's reiterate.

The red lyrium idol belongs to the Dread Wolf. Cole remarks how he can feel that Solas is "in both places". The word "Dread Wolf" itself is an anagram for "World" and "Fade". We've talked about the popular spirit origin theory before, Solas taking a physical form against his will because of Mythal. The whole matter of Solas' "true name" before he called himself Pride. Solas' entire personal quest, which may or may not mirror his own past, a spirit of Wisdom being denied its original purpose, turning into a pride demon ("He wants to give wisdom not orders"). His strange remarks at the end of Cole's personal quest ("We cannot change our nature by wishing"). The fact that Solas makes Cole forget about his true identity, just like spirit!Cole does. The visual portrayal of Solas "consuming" Flemeth's powers at the end of DAI. The way in which Solas doesn't recognize anyone in the waking world as "people", but will vehemently debate you on why spirits should be considered people.

"But the People… They need me." (- Solas to Flemeth at the end of DAI) "Never again." (- Solas after burning the mages who were responsible for Wisdom's corruption) "From this moment, should you ever bind a spirit, your life is mine." (- the Dread Wolf's final warning to the mages in Tevinter Nights)

All of this considered, what could the poem in JOH imply for the connection between Solas and the Dread Wolf/the Dread Wolf and the idol?

"They made bodies from the Earth, and the Earth was afraid. It fought back, but they made it forget."

One theory assumes that the creation of the Veil lead to the separation of the ancient elves' bodies and their souls/spirits, assuming that before the creation of the Veil, the Evanuris somehow made bodies from the Titans/lyrium for spirits to manifest and then enslaved/bound them to their will by marking those bodies with their vallaslin.

But if that's true, then what happened to Solas when he created the Veil?

"He broke the dreams to stop the old dreams from waking. The wolf chews its leg off to escape the trap."

In all the murals, tarot cards and illustrations, the Dread Wolf and Solas are always depicted separately.

What really IS the Dread Wolf? And what is he to Solas?

"It was a beast unlike any I had ever seen. Lupine in appearance, but the size of a high dragon, with shaggy spiked hide and six burning eyes like a pride demon, and it came to us on wings of fire that resolved themselves into a horde of lesser demons."

From what little we know of the Dread Wolf himself, he only seems to exist within the Fade (that is to say, before the Veil, Solas was already depicted as a wolf, presumably even before his rebellion and before the Evanuris "bestowed" him with the title "Fen'Harel"). In the Mortalitasi's tale in Tevinter Nights, his army of spirits follows the mages back to the waking world, yet the Dread Wolf himself remains in the Fade. In one of the frescoes in the rotunda, Solas portrays the Black City surrounded by the six burning red eyes that resemble those of the Dread Wolf, almost like he's keeping watch over the eternal prison of those he banished. In the Tower tarot card, the Dread Wolf is ominously looming over Solas, almost like it's about to consume him, while in one of the Trespasser murals, it looks more like the Dread Wolf follows his lead. And then there's the DA4 2018 teaser mural, in which they're opposing each other, only seperated by the red lyrium idol in the center of the Veil.

If the red lyrium idol is connected to Solas like the idol in the poem is connected to the wolf, could this be part of the reason Solas is so desperate to find it? Does it possess some kind of spirit? Can the Dread Wolf only be defeated if the idol is destroyed at the same time, just like in the poem?

Where is it now?

So where's the damn thing now?

Well, in my opinion, there are two options.

Option 1) The bard's tale in Tevinter Nights was complete bullshit. lol

Despite Solas trying to convince us that he already obtained the idol in a vault some time ago under an auction house in Llomerryn, it's possible that, much like his whole charade in that chapter, this tale was also entirely fabricated. lol

To make it short, here is a list of arguments for why the "bard's tale" could've been a complete lie:

Solas attended this spy meeting specifically for information on the idol's whereabouts (because he doesn't actually know where it is currently?).

Everything until the last two pages was an act.

Both the Mortalitasi and the Carta Assassin point out several contradictions within his tale.

Upon hearing the other spies assuming that he needs the idol, it would just make sense that he would want them/Charter to believe that he’s now in possession of the idol and “cannot be stopped”, so that they would drop all effort to find it before him.

On the very last page of the book, there's a lists of bullet points of information when Charter is about to write down her report, and it does not explicitly say “He has the idol” but rather just what it looks like, which suggests that Charter didn’t buy his story either.

So if this was all lies, the last known location of the idol would therefore be the unknown person who took it when escaping from the Dread Wolf's spirit army in the Grand Necropolis in the tale of the Mortalitasi.

Meaning that Solas would therefore still be searching for it now. (Which would actually be kind of hilarious, considering how there's likely gonna be a ten year timeskip since DAI, so he would've been searching for the flippin thing for the better part of a decade now. 😂 We know from the end of the Blue Wraith comics that he had followed the idol's path via eluvian, but maybe he just lost track of it at some point? In fact, the last we heard from him, Solas was apparently busy pursuing some Venatori people to get another ancient artifact called the Crucious Stone in the The Missing comic, much like he prevented the Tevinter mage in Nevarra from using his idol. Solas after ten years of searching for the idol was probably like "Oh fuck it, I give up, on to McGuffin Nr 2 then". lmao)

In an interview with the comic writers Nunzio DeFilippis and Christina Weir, they talked about how in their initial draft of Dark Fortress, Solas actually *got* the idol(!!) from two of his agents by using the eluvian located at Nenealeus' place before BioWare stepped in and requested a change. 👀 That version would've explained how Solas was able to track the idol through the eluvian we see at the end. Their own interpretation was that Solas can only overlook a certain radius within the area of where another eluvian is located. Which would actually support the assumption that Solas might've lost track of the idol at some point after Nenealeus left the place… but that's just their interpretation and not official BioWare canon (yet), sooo…. Hm.

Option 2) Solas has the idol now.

So let's assume that the part about him obtaining the idol in Tevinter Nights was actually true and it's now in his possession.

Aside from this, the only thing that could speak for Solas already having the idol in the beginning of DA4, is once again the final visual in the 2022 cinematic.

If this cinematic is in fact playing at the beginning of the game as a general re-introduction to the lore and the last visual is depicting Solas in the middle of destroying the Veil using the idol, then.. well yeah, there it is, in his hand…. at least, for now. Making Solas succeed in the first 10 minutes, I guess? lol

……Unless!

See, a few years ago, I speculated about how the idol might actually be the perfect plot device/motivation for our new protagonist to get involved in the whole Solas deal without even knowing who he is.

Let's say the last visual in the 2022 cinematic is actually showing us a hypothetical scenario, and not something that has already happened/is currently happening. Like, Varric gives this expository narration explaining who Solas is and what might happen if we don't succeed in getting the idol. (Notice how Varric says "And we're the only ones who can stop him" at the end… Like there's still a chance to stop him before this actually happens.) We know from Tevinter Nights that Charter knows that Solas needs the idol for whatever ritual he's planning. And Charter obviously informed the Inquisition/Varric about this as well. So the next logical step for the Inquisition now would be to obtain the idol (whether or not the bard's tale in TN was true) to prevent this ritual at any cost, right?

The comic The Missing re-emphasized that Varric is now in charge of getting people that Solas doesn't know. And this might be where the new protagonist gets recruited by Varric (who is still a spymaster after all) and gets assigned the alias "Rook" for a heist mission to obtain the idol. (And after a very thorough observation of the DA4 reddit leaks from 2023… it looks like Rook might've actually succeeded in this potential quest?)

While we don't know when the stuff in the leaks actually takes place within DA4's storyline, I think it's safe to say that Rook will obtain the idol at some point in the story and that it will play a pivotal role, if the blurb on the Steam page for DA4 is to be believed. lol

As well as what could likely end up being the game's icon, found on the Steam page.

And again, remember how in the Hunt of the Fell Wolf poem, it seemed like Ameridan struck the wolf’s body in the waking world, while his friend Haron killed the spirit (inside the idol?) in the Fade. What could this imply for DA4 then, if we are applying the role of Ameridan, Haron and the wolf in this tale to the Inquisitor, Rook and Solas?? 👀 Is this how we can stop him? The Inquisitor confronts Solas in the waking world, while Rook has to destroy the idol/fight the Dread Wolf in the Fade?

Or could it just be a metaphor for the Inquisitor in DA4 keeping Solas occupied to distract him from Rook, while they can figure out another secret way to deal with him/how to get/destroy the idol?

See, the thing is, we have to remember that this is after all, a video game. lol Meaning that, if our protagonist gets to carry around a powerful ancient artifact/weapon, I would assume that this has to be somehow implemented in the gameplay as well. What we can take from the short footage of the 2023 reddit leak, is that Rook might carry the idol (if it really IS the same thing) while still fighting with their own main weapon in combat. So, what if the idol serves as more of a special power tool outside of combat, for example, like the anchor did in DAI, where it can only be used for special occasions? Let's say, the idol in its blade form can't be used in battle but is able to "split" the Veil or reality, like the anchor was able to open and close rifts? Or, if we assume that the idol is something like an ancient phylactery (which btw is my favorite theory and I will talk about in my second post), maybe it can be used as some kind of "tracking device"? Actually, I'm super curious to learn how Rook is even able to carry it like this in the first place, since we know what kind of effect it usually has on people. lol

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Anyway, I'll make a hard cut here now and save the rest of this behemoth of a post for a second separate post (because I also just realized that tumblr doesn't let me add any more images 😂💀), so if any of you actually made it this far... thank you for being just as crazy as me about this and I will post the second part shortly after. lol ❤

[heartfullofleeches]

bodyguard reader panicking when yan suddenly has a nosebleed bc they think yan got poisoned but it’s bc yan caught a glimpse of lace when their bodyguards shirt rode up is so funny to me

If there was one thing your boss hated more than betrayal - it was lying about it. Your former colleague would be the perfect example for what happened to those who lied through their teeth; seated in the center of their office tied to a beat up chair with an increasingly more broken jaw. You stood at your employer's side, patiently awaiting their next order as they cleaned the blood off their rings like the loyal soldier you were.

"Y/n? Be a dear and grab my pliers for me out my box? There's still a new molars in the back."

Nodding, you walk over to the chest by the far wall as your boss drops down in their seat, swiping specks of red off the rim of their mug as they bring it to their lips. They watch as you pull the storage key from around your neck; the swell of pride steady in their chest - pleased with the jubilation you would never be on receiving end of their wraith or blade. You dedicated yourself to them as they did you, unpersuade by rival offers of money or frame. You were the perfect companion - they only wished you would open yourself to them more.

Their gaze sets on your back and the curve of your spine as you bend. A wiser person may have brought issue with the cut of their guards shirt showing off their midriff, but your boss wasn't the type bother nor complain. Nine time out of ten, they were pleased with it - until they caught someone else staring. Their eyes follow the roll of your tight shirt against your muscles and the reveal of something intriguing hugging your waist as your belt weighs your pants. Fuchsia frills weaved into the band of the brighter, hotter pink of your underwear. Lukewarm coffee shotguns down their windpipe as the full, floral print is unveiled - near see through stretched thin against your skin.

You down the tools and rush over to your boss' aid as they gasp and wheeze. Noting the flush of their face, you instinctively make a grab for their mug - pitting their face to your bare stomach and the cool fabric of your undergarment. Their lips graze your navel as you squat to check on them.

"Do I need to call the doctor?"

They inhale through their teeth. "I'm fine - I'm fine....just went down the wrong pipe.

You stand; relieved, looking back at your captive curious of their flushed expression. Your body takes one last look at your waist before joining your gaze at the traitor.

"Sweetheart. Please bring me my gun."

[aceofwhump]

Hey Ace 👋

Do you have any good Rodney whump fics or Ronan whump fics to recommend

I am only like half way through season 2 of Atlantis but I think I spoiled most of the show for myself through the whumpy gifs and videos I see everywhere lol

(P.S may we see a pic of your cat? 👉👈)

Hiya!! Ooh I love Rodney and Ronan whump. Yeah let me see what I can find for ya.

Rodney Whump:

Desperate Measures By: angw Stuck in a mine shaft Rodney has to make a choice to survive.

Four Times Rodney McKay Got Shot Saving the Day By: LinziDay Four times Rodney McKay got shot saving the day and one time he didn't .

Guppy By: GateBiscuit Rescuing McKay from the lost, leaky Puddle Jumper was the easy part. Tag to Grace Under Pressure. Team fic

Reason #1 Why Rodney Likes Food By igiveup101 “Fine,” Rodney gave in, shoulders slumped. “But you’ll be sorry when I’m dying of hypoglycemic shock.” OR Sheppard and the team agree to sit and reflect for a few hours. It goes, predictably, horribly awry.

Soldiering On By: LilRicki In which Rodney gets severely whumped but is still awesome enough to save the team from certain doom.

Candle in the Dark By: Sholio An accident leaves Sheppard and McKay a little too dependent on each other.

Hypoglycaemia By: Alipeeps Hypoglycaemia or low blood glucose is a condition in which the level of glucose sugar in the blood, drops below a certain point... Special request fic written for McKayRocks! Featuring McKay and Shep whumpage in abundance.

Ronon Whump:

Silent Sacrifice by Daring Duo - John, Rodney, and Ronon try to survive after crash landing on an unexplored planet. Their injuries and lack of supplies begin to take their toll as they wait to be rescued.

Red Sands by kirsten999 - Stranded on a harsh, desolate world, John and Ronon learn that merely surviving is only half the fight.

Finding Home by LadyShelley - Free of the Wraith, Ronon must decide if he is going to stay in Atlantis or leave to seek vengeance alone. While still trying to make up his mind, he and Rodney are trapped in one of the city’s towers, and each starts to learn more about the other as they wait for someone to find them.

A Light In Dark Places by LordVaako - Where was Ronon? Carson’s head felt like a boulder had dropped on it. The low ringing in his ears, coupled with a throbbing headache, made him touch his temple. He removed his fingers and inhaled in surprise at the crimson smears. ** Ronon is sent to bring Carson back to Atlantis, but the good doctor wants to spend more time with a village’s healer. When the village is attacked, Ronon and Carson are badly injured. They must rely on each other to get back to the Stargate.

Red Sands by kristen999 - Stranded on a harsh, desolate world, John and Ronon learn that merely surviving is only half the fight.

Febuwhump Day 1: touchstarved By Yesimevil After living for seven years as nothing more than a hunted animal, settling back into a form of society was… difficult, to say the least. Ronon suddenly became overwhelmed with people and things and safety, and no idea what the hell he was supposed to do with any of it, and from his inability to hold a conversation to the alien feeling of a toothbrush in his hand, he supposed that he had, in a way, forgotten how to be human.

Whumptober 2022 day 31: a light at the end of the tunnel By Yesimevil Takes place after Broken Ties. Ronon struggles to recover from the events of the episode, but his friends are there for him.

And yes I'd love to share a picture of my kitty! Her name is Sable and this pic is from the last time I took her outside

[shoshansims]

Grishaverse Lookbook: Inej Ghafa (Part I)

I am so excited for this next character, she is one of my favorites! Inej's lookbook also has three parts. If you have any fictional character requests for lookbooks, feel free to send them! Part one covers everyday through part of the athletic categories. If I made a mistake with attributing the custom content, please let me know. You can find the credits under the cut. ♡

Everyday 01. captain ghafa

clothes: top | jeans | sneakers ♡ @sentate | @helgatisha | @jius-sims accessories: earrings | necklace | watch ♡ @giuliettasims | @glitterberrysims | @joliebean

Everyday 02. the wraith

clothes: top | jeans | boots ♡ @sentate | @ice-creamforbreakfast accessories: earrings | necklace ♡ @giuliettasims | @glitterberrysims

Everyday 03. whatever the night brings

clothes: top | pants | boots ♡ @rimings | @nolan-sims accessories: earrings | watch ♡ @giuliettasims | @joliebean

Everyday 04. shadows

clothes: top | jeans | shoes ♡ @sentate | @helgatisha | @jius-sims accessories: earrings ♡ @giuliettasims

Formal 01. the heart is an arrow

clothes: outfit | heels (under skirt) ♡ @ice-creamforbreakfast | @sentate accessories: earrings | bracelet ♡ @suzuesims | @ice-creamforbreakfast

Formal 02. her own blade

clothes: dress | heels (under dress) ♡ @sentate | @serenity-cc accessories: earrings | necklace | bracelets (left) | bracelets (right) ♡ @giuliettasims | @bradfordsims | @suzuesims

Formal 03. strength

clothes: dress | heels (under dress) ♡ @ice-creamforbreakfast | @sentate accessories: earrings | rings ♡ @giuliettasims

Athletic 01. spider

clothes: outfit | sneakers ♡ saliwa | @jius-sims

Athletic 02. the acrobat

clothes: outfit | sneakers ♡ saliwa | @joliebean

pose credits ♡ @hellosimsulani | @fatalrosecreations | @roselipaofficial

hair credits ♡ @laeska | @enriques4 | @aharris00britney

eyeshadow credits ♡ @crypticsim | @suzuesims

eyeliner credits ♡ @pralinesims | @crypticsim | s-club

eyelash credits ♡ @northernsiberiawinds | @dream-girl

blush credits ♡ @pralinesims | @anonimuxsimmer | @crypticsim

lipstick credits ♡ @pralinesims | @suzuesims | @crypticsim | @orangesimosas

nail credits ♡ @giuliettasims | @joliebean

And finally, content credits for the genetic features ♡ @northernsiberiawinds | @pralinesims | @poyopoyosim

Thank you so much to all the wonderful creators who contributed to this lookbook. ♡

[from-a-legends-pov]

Star Wars Legends Highlight of the Week: Dorset Guards the Fake Falcon

In this feature, a fan will share one thing they love from Star Wars Legends — a book, a comic, an author, a character, a scene, an event, or anything else they want to highlight — and tell us more about it.

If you, too, love Legends, follow @from-a-legends-pov and check out our From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event, where we’ll be bringing together writers (maybe you?) to build a collection of Star Wars Legends fanfiction set during the time of the Original Trilogy. Writer signups are open through June 2 — use our Signup Form to pitch your story concepts (Signup Guidelines available here), and please encourage your favorite writers to participate!

Today’s Legends highlight is a scene from Aaron Allston’s novel X-Wing: Solo Command in which Polearm Squadron pilot Dorset Konnair is guarding the Millennium Falsehood in battle (after working with the Falsehood to mimic a YT-2400 freighter), and we’re talking with WraithFourteen.

Tell us about your Legends highlight. What is it? What’s it about?

My highlight involves a scene in X-Wing: Solo Command where Wedge and other characters are flying a fake Millennium Falcon as bait to lure forces of the main villain, Warlord Zsinj. There’s several notable elements, including a protocol droid wearing a Han Solo mask and clothes because Wedge can’t speak the Wookiee language to Chewie, but my focus is on the single fighter assigned to guard the fake Falcon (called the Millennium Falsehood) here - and how baiting the enemy in this case meant taking on two full squadrons of TIE Interceptors.

What makes this a highlight for you? What do you love about it?

This scene stands out for a few reasons, but especially because it involves Dorset Konnair, a more minor character from the Wraith Squadron trilogy, flying an A-Wing to escort the Falsehood. Dorset was in just three scenes before this — two in Wraith Squadron flying with Kell Tainer, and one in this book depicting her a small, quiet woman with a star-flare tattoo around her right eye and others that are unspecified but also varying shades of blue.

During this scene, Dorset logs at least two kills and outflies the other enemy pilots despite their numbers. Since Rogue Squadron ace Tycho Celchu previously flew an X-Wing in the Falsehood escort role, it’s also subtly impressive that Dorset was selected in the first place. This implies to me that Dorset is a capable minor character who doesn’t brag about it, sort of like Wedge was in the OT movies.

Fellow pilot Myn Donos had interpreted her quiet nature to be a sign she felt out of place as a native of Coruscant, the former Imperial capital. That and her tattoos created a bit of mystery around her even when I first read the novel as a kid.

Do you have a favorite detail or moment?

Going back to the bit where Dorset’s A-Wing detaches from the YT-1300, it reminded me, even when I first read the book, of how small planes would be dropped from a larger one in the late 1940s through mid-1960s. That was mostly done with test planes (like the first supersonic flight depicted in The Right Stuff) but also attempted unsuccessfully with a tiny fighter jet. It helped that I’d seen both that tiny jet and the larger plane that carried it at a museum as a kid.

The YT-2400 shell being dropped away as well also reminded me of how the Apollo program’s rocket had lower sections and rings that were detached along the way to the Moon - an image of that inspired how I envisioned the book scene. (As you’ve probably noticed, I was really into stories of air/space exploration as a kid, and so the pilots were what drew me into Star Wars. I also had a hand-drawn image of the first supersonic plane being released on my wall as a kid, similar to the “you can’t look dignified when you’re having fun” OP.)

To learn more…

If you’d like to read more about Dorset and the Millennium Falsehood, check out X-Wing: Solo Command at your library or favorite bookstore, or read the entry on Dorset Konnair or the Millennium Falsehood on Wookieepedia.

And be sure to check out @from-a-legends-pov and our From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event. Writer signups are now open — access the Signup Form (step-by-step Signup Guidelines available here) as well as our Event Overview and FAQ.

[chaussetteblanche]

just like the wind - III

word count: 1'657 warnings: none

You travel incessantly until you are about a day from Rivendell. Exhaustion clouded your mind as you pressed on, painfully aware of how you must look. You didn’t need a mirror to know that purple bags had made a home beneath your eyes, or that you were as pale as a ghost. Not to mention the new cuts and bruises you’d acquired from a very conveniently times wild-boar attack.

You decide to rest for a short moment and dismount the horse to kneel beside a small river. You splash some water onto your face, trying to wake yourself up. You drink some water before cupping some in your hands and bringing it over to Frodo. As he finishes drinking, you freeze. Someone is standing behind you. 

Your sword it drawn in a flash; tip of the blade pointed at the person’s throat. You let out a breath of relief when you recognize your old friend, Arwen. Your shoulders untense as you sheath your sword.

“I thought that was you,” she smiles warmly. “I apologize, I thought you were-“ you cut yourself off, “never mind.” She pulls you into a warm embrace you happily return. “My friend, I-“ You turn to look at Frodo’s rapidly fading body.

She cuts you off with a wave of the hand, stepping closer to the Hobbit. She chants a song and thought Frodo looks slightly less pale, it is not nearly enough.

“This is beyond me. He needs my father,” she declares, turning to face you. “I shall take him.”

“I will come with you.”

“I am the faster rider.”

“I am aware of that.” You think back to the countless races you’d shared in your youth. “However, I am also aware that you cannot simultaneously ride with Frodo and battle Wraiths.”

Arwen thinks for a short moment before nodding. She lifts him up to place him on her horse. While she does this, you look around your feet for a particular herb. As a child, you were fascinated with herbology. Today, you knew of many plants useful to a Ranger. And Athelas was one of them, a healing plant found in Middle Earth you’d used countless times before on Strider and yourself. You had been applying some on Frodo’s wound every day since you’d separated from Strider, a desperate attempt at keeping the poison from reaching his heart. After locating the plant, you rip off a few leaves and shove them in your mouth, chewing quickly. You wince at the taste and spit out the paste on your fingers. You lather it on Frodo’s wound before nodding at Arwen and mounting your horse.

For most of the journey, you do not see the Wraiths. The optimist in you figures that maybe they wouldn’t reach you before you reach Rivendell. The optimist in you was soon proved wrong.

The first screeches make your skin crawl and your mind race. You start doubting your decision to leave Strider and the promise you’d made to Arwen to keep the Wraiths off her and Frodo as they rode. Fighting the Riders off while on a horse at full speed sounded less and less doable the closer they got. It may not have been your best idea, Strider would agree. He would say it is insane and reckless and would be entirely correct. But it would have to work. The Ring Bearer’s life depended on it.

No pressure.

Your sword violently meets a Rider’s blade when he comes out of the woods from behind you, drawing sparks. You keep hold of the reins with one hand and slash at the Wraith once more. Another rams his horse into yours, nearly making you fall off. You bite back a curse and narrowly dodge a blade aiming for your neck. You swing your sword around, slashing and stabbing, trying to keep them off you and your friends. Further along, you spot the river marking the entrance to Rivendell. A surge of hope flies through you. You’d make it.

Arwen stops in the river, turning around to look at you. You barely dodge a slash aimed at your horse’s legs and join her side as the Wraiths snarl, in an icy voice: “Give up the halfling, she-elves!”

“If you want him, come and claim him!” Always the diplomat, Arwen raises her sword in challenge. Knowing what your friend is about to do; you transfer Frodo onto your horse and head for the castle without waiting a second. You barely have time to hear Arwen begin to chant and the rush of water before you’re out of sight.

Ignoring the indignant cries of the guards, you gallop into the main Hall. 

Lord Elrond gets to his feet as you ungracefully clamber off your horse. You raise your hands slightly, showing surrender, as the guards aim their bows at you.

“My lord,” you address Lord Elrond, panting, “The Ring Bearer, he has been stabbed by a Nazgûl blade. He needs your healing!”

Elrond’s eyes leave yours to find his daughter’s as she steps inside the Hall. He nods once, beckoning you to bring him the Hobbit. You gently pull Frodo into your arms and hand him over to a guard. Him and Lord Elrond hastily walk off. Arwen follows them after squeezing your shoulder and sending you a smile you returned.

Another guard approaches you, asking if he can take your horse to the stables. You agree before asking if Gandalf had arrived yet. He informs you the wizard had arrived a few days ago and gives you directions to find him. You thank him with a smile. 

You suck in a deep breath as you find Gandalf sitting on a balcony next to an old Hobbit, leisurely smoking his pipe. You think of everything you have gone through in the last few days, your blood boiling. He better have a good excuse as to why he had not shown up for the Hobbits and you having to carry that burden. 

“Greetings, gentlemen.” You don’t bother with a polite smile. “Gandalf, may I ask where you have been?” 

The two old men take in your appearance. You raise an eyebrow, almost daring them to comment. You knew you looked like you had been swallowed and then spat back out by Sauron himself, with your ripped, blood-stained clothes, matted hair and countless bruises.

“I was delayed,” Gandalf answers simply, the picture of stoicism. You can feel a nerve twitching in your eye.

“You were delayed?” you ask calmly, forcing yourself to keep your temper in check, even for just a second.

“Yes, I was delayed.” He offers no further explanation, a small, nearly daring smile on his lips. It was a good thing he knew you quite well, for the number of people who would dare get on Ira’s nerves in this manner were very few.

“That was a rhetorical question,” you snap. “Do you have any idea what we went through while you were delayed?” When you see him part his lips, you hold up your hand. “Don’t answer that, wizard,” you spit. “First off, I was thrown off a hill by a Rider. I don’t know if either of you have ever been thrown off a hill, but I shall have you know it is hardly an enjoyable situation. Frodo was stabbed by a Nazgûl blade. I had a fight with Aragorn, and I have not slept a wink in six days, Gandalf. Six days is a very long time. Just minutes ago, I was fighting off Wraiths, again, while galloping on a horse in a forest. Do you know what might have helped in all those situations? A wizard. Yet, after nearly dying about ten times in the span of a week, I find you here, smoking your pipe without a care in the world!” 

You take a deep breath after your rant, pushing some hair back behind your ears. Gandalf nods along to your words, silent. 

“Well, are you going to offer me any explanation at all as to why you were delayed?” you demand. The wizard blows out a few smoke rings before answering.

“I did not ask you to bring the Hobbits to Rivendell, Ira. I asked Strider.” You don’t miss the way Bilbo’s eyes widen at the mention of your name or the way he recoils from you, sitting closer to Gandalf. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Do not play that game with me, Gandalf, you knew damn well he would ask me to come. It was a terribly good thing I went too, for he and the Hobbits might have died if I hadn’t.”

“What a good thing it was that you decided to follow your friend, then,” he smiled. A frustrated sound tears itself from your throat as you walk away, not wanting to hear another infuriating word out of his mouth.

Gandalf leans back in the bench, inhaling deeply on his pipe. Bilbo chuckles. 

“That was certainly something,” he notes. Gandalf nods, humming.

“She is something special.

“You said her name was Ira? Like the,” Bilbo lowers his voice, ”Ira from the legend?” 

“The one and only. Her name is Alice.”

“Oh, that’s a rather sweet name,” Bilbo compliments, “I’m not sure it resonates with her personality, though.”

“Do not be too quick to judge, Bilbo Baggins. And do not believe everything you hear. She saved your nephew. She knows how to be sweet when she wants to be.”

“Of course, you’re right. She is an elf, yes?”

“Half-elf, half-woman,” corrects Gandalf.

“Oh, that explains the temper, then.” 

“What do you mean?”

“She seems more... expressive than most other elves.” Bilbo chooses his words carefully, aware of how the wizard seemed fond and protective of this woman, even after her rant.

“Yes, she has quite the temper. I do not know if being half human changes much indeed, she had not earned the name ‘Ira’ for nothing, after all.”

[sapphic-scylla]

My Current Commander Decks

So, a few people on here have started to pick up on the fact that, yes, I am a MTG player and a Commander player at that. I genuinely think it’s fun and it makes for a great way of not only making friends, but just being social with people in general, being that I am not only an introvert, but have a massive amount of social anxiety. So, with the ability to not really be able to skirt by it anymore, I figured “why not do a full rundown of the current decks I am running regularly?” Not sharing too many specifics just in case you want to play me eventually, but I do like talking about my current projects.

Shelob Spider Kindred (Golgari)-My current pride and joy. An army of spiders led by my favorite LOTR character, Shelob, Child of Ungoliant. Very fun and nasty deck that grants all of my spiders Deathtouch and the ability to create food copies of creatures my spiders kill.

Atraxa, Grand Executioner(Witch Maw or Everything but Red)-My competitive heavy-hitter. Atraxa holds as one of my favorite commanders in Magic (yes both of them) specifically because she lends to versatility and creativity. My variation on Atraxa, Grand Unifier lends to my love of three things: Phyrexian Praetors, Reanimation, and Edict effects. And before you ask, no. Not all of the Praetors are in here. Vorinclex and the two main villain Jin-Gitaxias cards don’t really fit here and they kinda ruin the fun for everyone else at the table, so I make a point to not run them. But I do have all three Sheoldreds, Elesh Norn (Mother of Machines), and the two sided Jin-Gitaxias and this deck goes to town when it wants.

Sauron, Lord of Reanimation(Grixis)-The first commander I picked up after a several year break. Sauron, Lord of the Rings, satisfies my deep love for two things: Reanimation and Behemoths. This version of Sauron is a 9/9 Trampler with the ability to just bring something out of the graveyard when he gets cast, so this deck is themed out with several ways to not only build an army of (who else?) Wraiths and Nazgul to force a retreat and then slam the Lidless Eye himself onto the field and bring the entire Wrath of Mordor screaming from the grave.

Atraxa’s Pet Hydras(Witch Maw)-To be fair, when I started building this deck, I did not intend for Atraxa to become the commander. However, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. This is an overrun deck. Hydras in MTG are notoriously dangerous because of their power versatility. Most rely on +1/+1 counters to rack up their power, so that’s where Atraxa comes in. Ramping her menagerie’s power to absolutely unhinged levels.

Angels and Assassins(Boros)-My newest banger. Aurelia, the Warleader is a huge pet card of mine and I love seeing her go to work, so I built out a Boros equipment deck for her to show off. Then Assassin’s Creed came out and not only introduced a bunch of solid equipment and gear to suit Aurelia up with, but they also dropped Kassandra, Eagle-bearer, that CAPITALIZES on the Equipment strategy. So this deck has a few alternate commanders that I swap in and out based on who I feel like swinging with that day.

Kitt Kanto Cat Fights(Naya)-There are very few things more fun than goading my opponents into attacking when most of my pod plays fairly passive. But when I have a Lounge singer Cat Druid from New Capenna which is essentially the Roaring 20’s plane and a deck filled with token generators and so many ways to make people fight? You can’t NOT sell me on this deck.

Gonti’s Casino(Sultai)-OTJ granted a lot of fun cards, but Gonti, Canny Acquisitor dropped at just the right time. See, when you play in a high powered pod, sometimes, the easiest way to deal with people’s insane power is to just steal it and use it for yourself and see how they like it. Gonti leans into the roulette that is exiling your opponents cards of the top of their deck and using them for yourself which is always a toss up. However, when Gonti and their rogues gallery is smooth enough to sleight of hand an Aetherflux Reservoir and an Ugin off the top of the deck? Don’t blame me, it wasn’t in MY deck.

Inalla, Archmage of Possibility(Grixis)-My VERY FIRST commander. At the time I got into commander, the Eminence cycle had been out for a bit and I managed to grab Inalla, Archmage Ritualist. Now, at the time, I had no clue what I was doing. I’m much more prepared now and this deck has TEETH. Wizard Tribal with the intention of copying and building out an army of Wizards from time and space to overwhelm and repurpose for not just combat damage, but direct damage. Ever seen someone lose a third of their health by me playing one card? How about me playing that card four times instead?

Ukkima & Cazur/Hollow Knight & Hornet(Sultai)-A 1v1 deck that can also be used in multiplayer. Ukkima, Stalking Shadow was a Partner commander I stumbled upon in one of my precons. What it turned into was a Voltron Juggernaut capable of swinging for lethal in four turns. After building it out, I reflavored the card into Hollow Knight and Hornet for the two halves of the partnership and now, I can show people what it’s like to be the residents of Hallownest.

[gosorsomething]

The Book of Josephine - Chapter 10

Hi everyone, I've published the next chapter of my Warrior Nun spin off. I was honestly overwhelmed with the response from the last chapter! thank you for hearing me out on this one haha

Here's an excerpt! From Chapter 10:

Job 12:12, "Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?" [Genesis, Part X]

Correspondence File – I.3.2014-11/SHJ/NE

Dear Father Vincent,

A true miracle has occurred in New Jersey. But first—I must confess something to you.

Our reseArch into demonic possession has continueD beyond what I had previously communicated. The miRacle, however, is as follows. I tasked the Codex (and the Novice, keep in mind) with finding a solution to the increased casualties of our sIsters in recent outbreaks. Scouring our history, they discovered the use of divinium tattoos by sistErs in the time of Wn. Marthe to evade possession by wraith demons (Codex CdA 1798 for reference). This method has been tested using both organic divinium sources and divinium from the armor of AdrieL, and it is effective indeed. This conclusion also requires you to learn of other information I have kept from you—my sincerest apologIes for the deceit, but you will find it justified. LaSt year, we recovered the skeleton of a Tarask—yes, that Tarask—from the site of an outbreak in CoLorado. We have cOnfirmed the skeleton to be composed of divinium, vindicating the old records that speculated the metal comes from an oRganic source. The sisters useD the Tarask fossil for their tAttoos, while I chose to use diviniuM from Adriel’s armor for my own—I dislikEd the risk of demonic contamiNation. I suggest you do the same—use the angel’s armor for your own protection. We have enough of the Tarask’s remains left to send for other sisters, should you find this development useful. Results so far have been incredibly promising, as we have tested the tattoos using a demon in our care. Sisters will continue to report on the effectivity of tattoos on field missions. East Outreach leaves for North Carolina tomorrow morning.

Do this as soon as possible, Vincent—The Lord speaks to me in new ways.

Psalm 85:8

Blessings,

Father Isaac, NE-OCS

  In this life or the Next.

Catalogue note - Sister H. Josephine:

Language ambiguous. Flagged for clarity. Neglected to mention discovery and use of the Sclera. Flagged for missing information. Atypical use of script. Flagged for clarity (2).

Response Thread (See):

V.2.2014-12/SHJ/CC

[REDACTED]

I.3.2014-12/SHJ/NE

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V.2.2015-1/SHJ/CC

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I.3.2015-2/SHJ/NE

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Correspondence File – SHJ.17.2014-11/SHJ/NE

Dear Mother Superion,

Suzanne, I hope you are well. I can only imagine how difficult it is to settle into your new responsibilities after the events of last few months. I sympathize with your grief, as I share in my own with the passing of Mother Superion. She was my third Superion, and the most personable I have served. We met many times during her life and wrote to each other several times a year. I want to reassure you that my line is always open—while I cannot speak over the phone, let my voice in writing bring you some comfort should you allow or ask for my guidance or friendship, personally, or if you seek information from the Codex.

Father Isaac has written to Father Vincent of our discoveries. The use of divinium tattoos will be effective in our fight, I believe. May this bring you some security and personal reassurance that you no longer need to feel responsible for putting your sisters in danger—at least that they will be at less risk on field missions. I am confident in the training that you provide them; without the danger of possession, they can rely on your ample guidance to find and defeat Satan in all his hiding places.

I must also inform you that information has been omitted from Isaac’s report, for a reason I cannot determine. When our chapter recovered the Tarask’s skeleton, the Novice discovered that a ring of bone in the eye socket of the demon provides one with the ability to see wraith demons and reveals the presence of Divinium without proximity to the Halo. We have named the ring “Sclera” due to its anatomical position in the Tarask. If you would like to read the reports of our exorcisms using this tool, I would be more than willing to send them to the Cat’s Cradle. If you would like us to send the Sclera itself for examination, I am sure it can be arranged, although Father Isaac was opposed to this idea.

Father Isaac has opened a request thread to all other chapters to send any possible extant uncatalogued records in regard to the death of the Angel Adriel, early OCS history, Areala, and Warrior Nun Cora. As you are aware, the Codex does not contain any of Cora’s records, and it is my belief these records were possibly destroyed by her adversaries. Did this request come from Cat’s Cradle? I can’t find any records of recent correspondence that might require this information. I would be willing to supply what knowledge I can on this subject should Shannon need it. 2 Corinzi 2:11 - ... affinché non siamo raggirati da Satana; infatti non ignoriamo le sue macchinazioni.

Pax tecum,

Codex Sr. Josephine

SHJ.17.2014-12/SHJ/NE

Catalogue Note – Sister H. Josephine: Above letter returned to sender. Sent with new postage 2015-1/CC.

SJY.1.2017-7/SJY/NE

Catalogue Note - Sister J.Y.: Above letter returned to sender. Previous postage opened and resealed with partial text redaction by apparent reader (Unk.). Redacted text (p.2) illegible. No apparent response from Mother Superion 2017-7.

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songfic tag game!

Thank you @lamortwrites for the tag!

tagging: @fenharael @wraith-caller @no-braincells-inc @nnairdav if you feel like playing! If you want to join in, go ahead and tag me :)

Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

took me a moment to get to this, but it's been on my mind since you tagged me! while I've only publically posted one of my fics, I've still got several in my WIPs folder that I'm polishing up to post one of these days. I love finding a new song, listening to it on repeat, and diving into an hours long writing spiral.

The Night House (bg3, gortash/durge, explicit, dominate person/throat fingering/blood pacts, m/m, 4.9k)

title: Paranoic Intervals/Body Dysmorphia by Of Montreal

Counting wolves in your paranoiac intervals

Nobody's leaving, nobody is off the beat

You shouldn't try to unpeel my Pavlovian bells

You should be fucking with no one else

Anyone but me is an antipathy

Anyone but me is just your enemy

Only I see you the way you want to see yourself

You should be fucking with no one else

[bonus song]

title: Up To No Good by The Hoosiers

Don't get too comfortable with the man who has no history

Shadows climbing walls hide cracks we don't want other eyes to see

You tell me to shut my mouth, you love the mystery

So he tells you love you now?

Driving you crazy how

Fingers on lips, allow his hands on your hips

You know you shouldn't do this

But there's no turning back

Doctor's Orders (dos2, loshe/doctor|adramahlihk, explicit, possession/masturbation, m/f, 1.9k)

title: Mx. Sinister by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Oh you never seem to notice

That my heart beats for you

So I'll open you up

And make yours beat for me too

And I'll get you yet

I've got to make you mine

Worst Impressions (elden ring, varré/tarnished, explicit, gore/torture/drugging, m/f, 2.8k)

title: Flip by Glass Animals

Here's to the one with the smoking stare

Running through my head with a bolo knife

Chopping up the threads made up from looms

Of love and blood and hate and some empty tunes

Mechanics of Affection (bg3, dark urge/gortash look-a-like, explicit, vivisection/masturbation/crisis of faith, m/f, 2.5k)

title: Mongrel Heart by Broken Bells

Would it be wrong

To clamp down on your racing heart, Love?

And if they'd known, what sifted down to be found out?

It's not what you deserve

Love is turning you out

Sliding worry round

I try to warn its waiting game

To bring that specter down

Letter to an Old Friend (bg3, gortash/durge, angst/reunions/memory loss, 1.5k)

title: The Opposite of Loneliness by foyer

I can tell you all the ways that it goes wrong

I can fill you in on everything since you've been gone

Hold your shadow next to mine the shape that you outgrew.

Bootlicker (bg3, tav/gortash, explicit, bootlicking/desk sex/dubcon, m/f, 3.6k)

title: Hatefuck by The Bravery

What would they say now if they saw you in this place?

Naked and breathless, could you live with this disgrace?

Could you live? Could you live? Could you live with this?

And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness

When the Coat Drops (bg3, gortash/durge, angst/loss/emotional breakdowns, 2.9k)

title: Through Me (The Flood) by Hozier

The unemployment of the mouth

The waking up, having forgotten

And remembering again the full extent

Of what forever is

With each grave

I think of loss and I can only think of you

I couldn't measure it

The Black Hound (bg3, gortash/durge, explicit, a/b/o, knotting/praise kink, m/m, 3.5k)

[ this song is so goddamn hot and I will apply it to every ship forever until the end of time end tweet]

title: Fever Moon by Kevin Devine

You're quick sand

And every morning say I won't get stuck again

I work and fight but just sink deeper in the end

But by nightfall baby here I always am

I tie myself in knots

You come and shake me loose

I'm bound up in you

We push til you're through

Lit up with the proof

[sketch-mer-6195]

I'm back~

It's been a very, very, very long time since touching anything remotely related to LOTR or The Hobbit. But these past couple of months, Forsaken has nagged at me to read it once more and officially get through this series and be able to write once again!

Sadly with the name change on my account, it got rid of the series as a whole... thank the Allspark for google docs.

So, for this.... I'm going back to my roots when I first started here on Tumblr. Just to give me some nostalgia. A little drabble of my first OC for The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.

This is a spoiler as well to the sequel of Forsaken (which there are added spoilers of what is yet to come in Forsaken for those who have read up to chapter 14.) I shall bring back Forsaken once more after proofreading and tweaking it where needed. For now, please enjoy.

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Sisílla, growing up in Rivendell, was always escorted by Lindir or by one of Elrond's three children. When she was introduced to Aragorn, at that time a young lad, she found him different but a pleasant boy. Her only interaction with the race of Men and he, growing up with the Elves, gave her high hopes that Men were all kind and understanding.

But during her journey with Thorin and Company and meeting Bard and the people of Laketown, she had mixed feelings towards them. Not hate or disgust, except for Alfred who was a leech, but not in love or confident. She felt the air around the Town Master of his greed. Nowhere near as bad as the Dragon Sickness that Thorin faced. But she also found the compassion and dedication with Bard and his children. It was the glimmer of hope that she needed and he was the one that visited her, after the Battle of the Five Armies, during and after the funeral of Thorin, Fíli and Kíli and the crowning of Daín. King Bard was there for her, as a friend and one she could speak to when she needed to escape Erebor from the painful memories.

After several years and returning to Rivendell, Aragorn had been one of the first to welcome Sisílla home and knew by her hollow voice and meek smile that she had changed from her travels. As years passed and many moons later, Aragorn and Sisílla grew closer. She was his ward. And when he chose to become a Ranger, Aragorn apologized to her only to see her smile and her silver blinded eye glimmer with tears of joy.

"Mellon, there is no need for apologies. I have waited for this day for you to seek your own fate."

With a small kiss to his cheek, she bid him farewell and watched from the visions she had seen before to make sure he was safe.

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As the years passed and the dark whispers in shadows began to crawl across Middle-Earth, rumors of the One Ring had begun to flock near and far. Raven's from Moria had stopped, that was a first sign for Sisílla. And then the sudden darkness and sense of dread came like a thunderstorm when Arwen brought Frodo to the kingdom after being stabbed by a wraith's blade. Elrond's council had sent word about the One Ring had survived all these years later.

Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood. Gimli, son of Gloin. And Boromir, son of Denethor and captain of Gondor's army. All but he was welcomed by Sisílla as Elrond felt uneasy with the likes of Boromir. He had faith that he would help with bringing the Ring to Mordor to be destroyed. But to know that the Seer or Middle-Earth was also in Rivendell. It would have brought unwanted attention to the young woman who was not needing the stress of a Man whose father was not one to think clearly.

But it wasn’t to last for Boromir had begun to wonder and view the sights and landscape that was Rivendell. Light, peaceful, away from danger and war. Something that was so foreign to the Captain. With the moon taking its place in the night sky, he couldn’t help but take a slow and deep breath as the cool mountain air that welcomed him happily. But something caught his eye down below. Something made of starlight. To be correct... someone. Fair skinned and hair long and soft. Braided in a simple but intricate design. A circlette adorning her crown, and a pale blue and silver gown that was as delicate as the moons rays that followed her path. He watched with great interest of this maiden. He had not seen her, yet she looked as though of great importance based off of her attire. But something was not right. She was in no where related to an elf yet, she held herself with the same grace and obedience of them.

As she slowed to a stop and slowly turned towards the direction of where the moon hung, he noticed something fare more striking.

Her eyes.

They were that of diamonds. Brilliant and bright. More dazzling than any star in the night sky.

Enraptured by her beauty, Boromir for once, lost his ability to breath until she begun her walk once more. How can such a maiden capture him such as her?

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Elrond's council was in session for the start of an important conversation. The Ring of Sauron was upon them. Men, Elves and Dwarves all under one council. But there was one seat that was open and placed next to Lord Elrond himself to his left. "It seems that we have one more?" Gandalf spoke, his pipe perched between his lips.

"And who would that be? If they had word of this council, they would have been here like the rest of us." Boromir said hotly as his patience grew thin with waiting on the late comer.

But it was pushed aside as the rest of the council murmured in awe, some in shock, two of which were honored to be in the presence. Confused from all the quiet excitement, Boromir turned to see where everyone was pointing and looking only to swallow his own words in a thick gulp. Walking in such silence and elegant grace, adorned in a velvety green gown that matched the color of mint and her same circlette and long silvery white hair, the maiden walked with Lindir by her side to the seat next to Elrond.

As she sat straight with such poise her silvery clouded eyes, unfocused but dazzled like diamonds, Boromir couldn't think. Stories were told and rumors spread. But to be in the presence of the Oracle or Rivendell herself was something more to add with the Ring of Power in the possession of the Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins. Maybe having his father send him to the council instead of Faramir was for the best. To bring the One Ring and the Oracle to his father would help defend Gondor, bring a beacon of hope to his people, and have the power to stop all enemies from Mordor.

Or so he hopes...

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It's been a long time and I am so happy to have this here to give me the drive once again. For those who I am tagging... please let me know if you would like to stay tagged or not. I know it's been a very long time since writing for this franchise, but know that you all are what brought me to tumble to start off with. Especially you @luna-xial. With your amazing fiction work, you helped me face my biggest fears of sharing my written work to the world.

Taglist: @lathalea @laurfilijames @wordspin-shares @notlostgnome @blairsanne @welcome-to-writers-haven @luna-xial @i-did-not-mean-to @tolkien-fantasy @sillydowneyboat @lonikje @fizzyxcustard @middleearthpixie @sirmacbethbeth @myselfandfantasy @mysticboombox @sweetestgbye

Please let me know if you would like to be added/removed from the tag list.

[ambrial-blog]

Daddy Dearest: part Two Synopsis

Two years later Tragedy Strikes. A freak accident occurs leaving Fizzorolli as a quadriplegic. Fizz is in pain, but Blitzo is by his side having saved up enough money to buy Fizzorolli mechanical arms and legs. Blitzo never leaves Fizz's side. often sleeping by his bedside. Blitzo was there every step of the way. While a mysterious fire breaks out. devastating Loo-Loo land and destroying Cash's legacy. The Ringleader become unstable. lashing out at wife, Son and daughter. One night before Fizz's surgery, as Fizz lay asleep. Cash stumbles in drunk and yelling at his boy. Fizz's eyes shoot open as Blitzo is yanked out from the chair and thrown onto the floor. Cash is furious, unclasping his whip from his hip. "Blitzo! Watch out!" Fizz cries. horrified as he helplessly watches his best friend being whipped and beaten before his eyes. the strike of the whip cut deeply, leaving shallow lacerations across his back. Blitzo is beaten so badly, that the shrill screams from Fizzorolli has the orderlies running. _____________________________________________________

Five orderlies all together appear near the edge of the door. Their lead a tall male. with a glistening ebony horn jutting out the middle of his forehead grumbles under his breath. His kaleidoscope skin reflected in the dim glow. Large almond shaped eyes widened in horror. The black and white checkered marbled flooring was smattered with fresh blood. A man was standing over his son. his body quivering with barely kempt anger. Another demon orderly broke through and stopped dead in his tracks. Ivory white hair glistened in the dim lighting. midnight blue skin shimmered under the grainy glow of the hospital light. The pair of peculiar demons in white uniforms rush in while three other wrestled the Ring-master down. The Lead, knelt down. Alanor placed his finger on Blitzo's neck trying to locate a pulse. While Abyss began cutting the remains of a tattered shirt. Before joining his collogue checking to see if Blitzo was still breathing. He was but barely. Abyss's ears tingled upon hearing the ragged, shallow breathing. of the teenager. Blitzo's skin had been flayed open with the spiked nine tails. "Get him out of here!" Alanor snarls. his eyes sharpening. He could barely look at the Ring leader who was being man handled out the door. A wet gurgling sound tingles Abyss's ears drawing him back to the matter at hand. "Grab the Gurney we need one in hear stat, he needs to be rushed to the E.R. immediately!" Abyss snaps. his hands stained with Blitzo's blood. A child's blood. The Abysnal had to keep his mind clear if they were going to save the imp. "Blitzo, Blitzo, answer me!" Fizzorolli cries. Tears stream down his face. his friend's name becomes a mantra in his head. Zarr, Jaxx and Stag throw Cash out into the empty corridor. Jaxx darts off to find an empty gurney. as Zarr and Jaxx stand guard. time was of the essence. and the wraith orderly stood on pins and needles. he along with Jaxx had sold their souls to a serpent overlord. Meanwhile back inside, Abyss turns Blitzo over onto his side. the imp groans in pain. Fizzorolli could see the anguish in Blitzo's eyes as the boy grimaces trying his best to breathe with four broken ribs. "Shh, its going to be okay" Abyss says trying to soothe both Fizzorolli and Blitzo's fears. I will call your parents. "Call my father Milengo" "Rest assured we will take good care of him" "listen to me asshole! call my father! tell him that Fizzorolli is in critical condition and that the Ring Master has shown his true colors. "Are you listening to me!" Fizzorolli growls wiggling in his bed. "We'll patch him up and bring him back here, and yes- then we call your father and let him know of your condition. I promise you, that you two won't be separated. And then Abyss here will call Cam and try and get ahold of Tilla and Barbie. "Shh, your both safe here under our care. Fizzorolli watches as the orderlies cart Blitzo off on the gurney. "But- But- he used up all his income sources on me" "He has no way of fitting the bill"

[halestrom]

For the WIP ask game <3

MENSA, JVC and Rise :P

<3<# ty for the ask

So, Mensa. It's my take on a Rod McKay story and stars when he's 9 kind of follows him all the way to Atlantis in time jumps. It deals with him slowly becoming unhappier as he keeps biting his tongue, and then dealing with the fallout from him finding an Atlantis where a version of him didn't bite his tongue and in some respects he's happier for it. And it also has him meeting John over the years at various time, but Mensa!John forgets people to protect himself, and Rod has to deal with being forgotten despite him and John having a lot of moments that should, in theory, be memorably. Its currently planned ending is McShep, but there's also a little McLorne in it, as well as potentially some Sam/Rodney bc I have Rodney there when they originally opened the gate so he gets pulled back in right from the get go. It was supposed to be a 5+1 and now its gonna be like 30k. Such is my life

JVC is Daniel/Vala/Cam but i had a moment and put J instead of D for Jackson. It's an outsider POV fic from Cam's family as they try and figure out what their relationship is. Basically its just all of them being so sure Cam is dating someone but then seeing him kissing the other, and being offended their sweet Cam would cuckhole someone. Cam's just trying to get up the courage to tell his family he's in a polyamorous bisexual threesome.

Rise is my time travel behemoth. It starts with John stepping through the gate to when he first came back to Atlantis w/the Athosians and also stepping back in time. And his first thing is to go and ave Sumner right the fuck then bc he's not going through that again. The rest of AR-1 show sup as well, but the four of them are from different realities and so its them coming together, figuring out being together and then speed running the destruction of the wraith using information from each of their worlds.

Snipetts under the cut!

Mensa

Rod stared at the numbers before looking over at Radek and Sheppard who were looking at the screen in shock before he looked up at their end of the bridge.

“Someone needs to go,” Rod said, his voice loud in the quiet room.

No one spoke and he looked around the room before he pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up from the computer. “Radek, my password for my files is written on the back of my bachelor’s degree hanging in my room and you’ll need to let Dr. Weir and Colonel Lorn—”

“—toss you for it.”

Sheppard’s voice was even louder, cutting off Rod quickly. He turned and looked at Sheppard, seeing him holding a familiar coin. “What?”

“Toss you for it, heads you win, tails I win.”

“And what do we win?” Rod said, knowing that it would land tails.

“To go through,” Sheppard said, his jaw set in determination.

Rod stared at him, and thought about the work that Sheppard was doing on the power generation, and how many friends he had. He thought about Radek and Elizabeth and their burgeoning romance. And he thought about Jeannie, and he knew he’d miss them all, but he didn’t think they’d miss him. They’d be fine without him.

JVC

“So, tell me, what has Cam been up to lately?” Margaret Mitchell, affectionately known as Auntie Mags to everyone but Frank, asked her sister-in-law.

“Something he sure as hell can’t tell me about,” Wendy said, slamming the door on the tray of cornbread muffins she had just placed in the oven. “Classified this, classified that. Hell, I’m surprised he was able to get the time off to come to this, and actually make it for once. And bringing some friends? It’s like the Good Lord is shining down but, Lord knows I’m still waiting to hear that phone ring and for him to tell me can’t make it. Again.”

She said the last with a slam on her hand against the table that made the various bowls shake and rattle on the table, and sent the glass of water sloshing over the table, some spilling out over the second round of muffins she had sitting there. Wendy sighed and grabbed a spoon to mix the extra liquid in before setting the spoon in the sink with the other pile of dirty dishes.

“He’s serving his country,” Auntie Mags said.

“Oh, I know. And I’m so proud of him, but I worry! He spent so much time getting back to his feet and now all I can think is next time, maybe he won’t be so lucky,” Wendy said.

RISE

John didn’t know how he was here, he didn’t know if it was even real. He didn’t care. Even if he was in VR, he wasn’t going to make the same mistakes, not again. He closed his eyes as the city broke through the surface and inhaled deeply, trying to calm his racing heart as the city rocked a couple times before it settled.

The room was dead quiet, and he opened his eyes in time to see the doors open and light stream into the room, bathing everything in the soft yellow he dreamed of most nights. He looked back at Rodney, praying for his friend to turn and look at him but there was nothing. No casual sidelong look, no widening of the eyes. Rodney’s eyes were glued to the screen as he talked a mile a minute with Zelenka as everyone else slowly began to stand up.

John was used to being alone. Having the chance to save people was worth the cost of one friendship. Or three. He prayed Teyla and Ronon were okay, wherever they were.

“Major!”

John turned to look at Elizabeth who was righting herself, face pale in the wake of Atlantis rising. She brushed a hand over her hair and stared at him, eyebrows drawn together. “Where is Colonel Sumner?”

John ignored her, glancing around the room to see who else was around. There were so many faces, names he would never forget. Everyone looking so young and excited and unaware of the danger that lurked at the edges of their world.

“Ford! Go talk to McKay and figure out the gate address. Sergeant Stackhouse I need two teams of Marines ready to go five minutes ago! McKay! Those ships your scientists found, I need a power and weapons check on them ten minutes ago! Move!”

The room was silent as he bellowed before the military moved, Ford racing up the stairs to do as he said, Stackhouse bellowing orders as everyone scrambled.

[currentfandomkick]

It is very important to me that Dan casually comments about how he killed them prior everytime they break ghost ettiquette as summoners and that slowly find out Dan is the Royal Wraith, while Danny is a guardian of boundaries and entryways due to what he chose to focus on in his afterlife.

Make it worse with Dan’s commentary of ‘aw, i was wondering when you’d pull this fuck up again. Always reap what you sow Batshit. Think thats why i took the metal keeping your spine intact last time. Your horror was tasty, especially when you were cut off from all tech to warn your kids. Oracle was a bitch to find, and the mute on guarding her was a fun fight too!’

Just let Dan trigger everyone’s fight or flight every time they make demands for anything by bringing up what they realize he did on another earth, in explicit and excruciating detail.

Hell, you can have had the Green Lanterns getting help from Oa and not getting back in time with the energy from the rings being akin to ‘takes up space but nothing of substance’ version of ectoplasm as its pure will not emotionally charged.

Dan is just matching energy on his side. He’s been bored and these fucknuggets made a point to have his ‘got the better timeline’ self relive their fucking death as the first question post semi-botched and painful summoning. And then tried to force that out of him with haphazard runes that ran on the summoner’s world view? They are getting trauma in return for doing the equivalent of throwing a steaming pile of shit at his face on top of jumping him in a back alley mid-panic attack.

He was enjoying reminiscing.

Important note: every JL member present gets similar responses no matter the question. Dan ain’t saying g shit but dishing out truama.

It is important to me that Martian Manhunter is exempt as he would have stopped this when Danny came in and was Distressed from haphazard summoning and in Pain. So he’s on earth or offworld, just not in the JL tower this is happening in.

If a JLD member catches them while they are midsummon interrogations, let it be Zatanna (was a JL pre JLD in the cartoon, so why not?) and have her be the one to silence the JL and ask Dan what caused him to be sent when the summons asked for the king.

And this? This is where JL get context for the degree of how badly they botched any relations with GK!Danny.

Zatanna is pissed they did this sans JLD member to keep their manners in check, and makes apologies and asks what type of reparations would be accepted by the Ghost King Phantom, watcher of the veil, patron of the Veilborn and reborn, and he who holds the line.

Dan straight up says SHE is allowed to summon himself again after they handle the Ghost Investigation Ward, who are kidnapping and tormenting Infinite Realm denizens, forcibly making vielreborn (liminals) and overall using them as experiment fodder with the intentions to destroy the IR and will take out the mortal realms with them.

The silence from the JL is loud.

Zatanna asks if that issue is why Dan hasn’t left the summon circle, given he can leave as it was not made for him.

“My baby bro asked me to handle this. These assholes went after his death, and the Realms are still out for more than blood after the shit that’s been pulled. I don’t care if this mortal plane goes, but for some unfathomable reason, he does. I’m still team obliteration beforehand and let the vengeance-centric and those who lost fright-mates do worse than take back a pound of flesh for each drop ectoplasm they spilled.”

“That is understandable once and no longer ghost king,” Zatanna phrased carefully. “I am glad you have given us an avenue of actionable apology within our means. Are there any you wish to exclude from this mission?”

“Martian Manhunter—he doesn’t need to see that shit. The rest better get firsthand of what was going down, and better get now why i was sent after these fuckers ignored every diplomatic rule. If anyone else tries to summon my brother that isn’t you, i’ll be coming and i won’t be staying in the circle.”

“Understood!”

prompt for dcxdp fic

GK!danny meets the JL and (due to magic users not being in the room) they offend him by threatening/patronising him or asking insensitive questions like how he died. Danny still wants some contact/alliance to help deal with the GIW, but doesn't wanna deal with mortal idiots rn. So he sends Dan in his place for his "community service" aka redemption arc.

Basically I really wanna see Dan dealing with the magically incompetent league and scare the shit out of them.

Bonus if Danny sends a letter along the lines of "Due to negative prior relations and differing priorities, all further communications will be conducted via my brother, as part of his mandatory community service. I advise against angering him, as he is on probation for genocide of a mortal realm. Good luck."

I just think it would be funny.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

"What..? Red..?" Freya completely forgot. In a feeble attempt to go against his very true observation, she faked a cough and hid her face in her arm as she pretended to clear her throat, "It's not..that..red. Me and Ayla were, uhm, racing." She lifted up her head, distracting herself by grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it around her finger.

As Hiccup extended the jar, she could already imagine the unpleasantness of the salve, making her visibly cringe at the sight of it. "Yeah... Thanks.." She took a step forward, hesitantly reaching out to take it, before she paused, thinking about his earlier words.

Whether he had known it or not, he was beating himself up again - in her eyes at least.

Realizing she was just standing there, staring at the jar with a contemplating look, Freya lightly shook her head and grabbed the jar with her uninjured hand, "Right, right. Uhm.." She took a small breath in, making sure she knew what she was going to say, "Hiccup. You didn't, uh, infringe on my day...so far. And you already know that would be nearly impossible to do with Ayla.."

"And..." Freya turned her gaze up at him while she spoke, gathering together what courage she had to say what was on her mind - for once; "You're not boring. You are many things, Hiccup, but you're definitely not boring. I mean, do you even see all the things you've done for Berk?" She paused, narrowing her eyes while she continued, "And I don't mean what you've done to Berk, in the negative aspects. Your mistakes sort of.. brought you to this place you're in, I guess. It's not a bad place either."

Slightly rocking back and forth on her heels for a moment, she allowed her fingers to tap against the jar she held, "Y'know.. that whole, uh, Dragon Master name thing, actually does kind of represent what you accomplished." She lightly poked at his shoulder, ignoring the slight hurt she felt inside, knowing she wasn't brave enough to do what he had done, "So.. don't forget that."

Freya began to step away from him, clearing her throat as she went towards the entrance of her hut. "Well, even if you did forget, I'm still gonna call you that since you said you didn't like it much." She shrugged, reaching out her hand to open the door, "I don't know, I think 'it has a nice ring to it.'" She faintly smiled at him before finally stepping inside her home, feeling like a weight had been slightly lifted off her chest.

"Well, I'm gonna rest up. Uh, see you later..?" She flinched, startled as Blaze came down from the roof where he was sleeping the whole time. He greeted her with a nudge, still appearing tired as he trudged inside. Freya, shaking her head in amusement, began to shut the door, waving at Toothless and Hiccup. "Bye!"

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It had been a few days now.

Thankfully, Freya's hand was getting better, slowly but surely, and she didn't need to wear a bandage all day. Gothi instructed her to wrap it towards the evening, along with the dreaded salve as well. However, she still was unable to go on long flights with Blaze, which both of them didn't enjoy hearing, but she promised the Sand Wraith that they'll both go on a one day vacation - which consisted of flying the whole time. Possibly discover new islands.

All of her wishful thinking for that was, reluctantly, pushed to the side, for now, as she dragged her feet towards the docks, already seeing Vikings unload the ships that came with new goods from different tribes. Her father, Ragnar, was apart of the trading expedition and she knew she wasn't as happy as most of the families on Berk might have been. She barely managed to hear from her mother that Ayla had gone to bring Hiccup with her to see the 'great arrival.'

It wasn't that great for Freya, it seemed. That stood true as she was able to finally see her father and, when she had gone to greet him, it felt awkward. Stiff. Uneasy. After a while, it was leading to raised voices towards one another. Ragnar wasn't one to have a normal and casual, long conversation with. At least with Freya. She reluctantly helped him carry some wooden crates to the Vikings that were hauling them on their dragons, while others were bringing them up with their own hands and feet. That was what she chose to do. She didn't bring Blaze, already knowing her father's opinions on her dragon - which weren't completely positive.

He gave a skeptical nod. "Right. Well, uh, glad to see you're feeling better."

Jar held out, he waited for her to take it. Briefly, a look of concern flashed across his face, thinking her hand might've been bothering her again, causing her to stay still. But no, a moment later she took the jar.

He took in her words, a little surprised by how kind they were. She did say the occasional nice thing to him, but... This felt different, somehow.

Looking down at his feet, he reached up, rubbing the back of his ear with his finger, though when she said he 'wasn't in a bad place', his eyes lifted, his gaze meeting hers.

"...That's a good way to look at it, actually..." Hands dropping to his waist, he fiddled with the straps on his forearm, giving a faint grin when she poked his shoulder.

His smile grew as he spoke, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "So, when you call me Dragon Master, you mean it as a compliment? Is that what you're saying?"

As she stepped back inside, he retreated back a step as well, giving a small nod. "Yeah, later it is. Thanks again for that porridge, it was...it hit the spot."

His grin was still evident as he turned to walk towards Toothless, and it stayed on his face as they flew across the village.

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A few days later, he was leaving the forge for the day when Ayla had bounced up to him, mentioning something about the docks.

Walking there with her, Toothless trailed behind, and he listened as Ayla spoke excitedly about seeing her dad again.

Hiccup had forgotten that her and Freya's dad was one of Berk's traders. He could already see the ships, despite them still being quite a ways away.

But, as they got closer, he could hear raised voices, and as they got closer, he could see Freya was disgruntled, speaking with who he assumed was her father.

By the time they got there, he could see she was starting to help unload the crates.

Turning to Ayla, he said, "While you say hi to your dad, I'll see if I can lend a hand with some of those crates."