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notyourmamasdeerbat · 2 months ago

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Thursday Bangers! <33

AAAA I LOVE THESE PROMPTS SO MUCH! Huge, huge thank you to @woundedsoul12 for their excellent taste and sweet tags.

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

I'm prepared to sacrifice my life

I would gladly do it twice - Mercy by Shawn Mendes

Very much inspired to put forward for @datvcompanionweeks and their legendary events, as this is so truly Davrin flavored for his upcoming week! He deserves all the love, so I just let Rook and I ramble. Post-Weisshaupt comfort under the cut!

Twin, light knocks on the wooden doorframe. “Davrin.”

He stiffened from where he sat, staring into the fire with Assan’s head in his lap. “I don’t know, Rook. I think I just need some time.”

“I know,” Rook said gently. “But I brought you something to eat.”

Assan chirped loudly, as if to exaggerate his interest, nudging the Warden’s hand encouragingly as the Veil Jumper set down a small plate of fruit and cheese. They tossed a strip of jerky to the griffon, who snapped it out of the air with a few clicks of his beak and a pleased trill.

The Grey Warden sagged, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.

Rook hesitated. “You gotta eat.”

“I know. Please don’t hover.” He sounded so tired.

“I’m really good at it though.” Frowning, Rook nudged over one of the crates beneath the hanging green glasses of sand and sat. They leaned forward, elbows on their knees. “You don’t have to talk. But you have to eat.” They held out a small bronze flask.

Davrin didn’t answer, but he took the flask and a long swig. He screwed up his face with a choked off ‘ugh.’ “What is this?”

“Harding found it. Chasind sack mead? Not my favorite. Thought you might appreciate it.”

He swallowed. Considered. Drew from the flask again.

Rook toyed with one of the apple slices on the plate, before crunching into it themselves. For a long moment the only sound was the crackling of the fire and the rustling of Assan’s feathers as he sprawled at their feet.

Davrin spoke slowly, his voice a low rumble. “Last time I asked for space, you said ‘heard’ and flitted out like I had burned you.”

“Yeah, but that was days ago.” Rook crunched on their apple alice. “Not that you can’t still need space, but I’m here to check in and commit.”

“Commit?”

“Yeah. I’m kind of a scaredy cat when it comes to stepping on other people’s toes. I’m not going to get where you’re coming from, Dav, but hell if I won’t try. I do know I like having you around, and to keep you you’ve got to eat. And sleep.”

“Sleeping’s the rough part.”

“Warden dreams?”

“And some regular ones.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Is what it is.”

“Small price to pay?”

“...A price.”

“I am glad you are here, Davrin,” they said, more slowly. Firm.

The elf gave a crooked little smile. “You keep saying that.”

“I thought I was going to lose you. Just when I was really starting to like your style.”

The Warden offered up a soft, rumbling chuckle.

“I mean it,” Rook insisted quietly. “There is no one who could replace you. And while I am truly sorry for your losses— and I know how shit that sounds. How empty the words are, believe me— but what we did not lose is just as important.”

“I don’t know if I want a speech right now,” Davrin sighed.

“Okay. Well, I was done anyway.” Rook’s lips quirked.

“It was pretty good,” he acquiesced, idly reaching for a small chunk of soft cheese.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Motivational. Short and to the point. You should do more public speaking.”

“Eh. Last Warden I tried it on tried to get me arrested, and I punched his lights out.”

Davrin laughed. Rook’s pensive look cracked into a grin. It was so excellent to hear him laugh. “Hi! There you are.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“You keep staring into the fire, it makes me wonder where you go.”

“...Home. In some aspects.”

Rook smiled, somewhat sadly. “I get that.”

“After leaving, and all the years hunting, fighting, then this… Well. I was ready. Or, I thought I was ready. I would have died twice over if it’d save the lives of everyone at Weisshaupt. It was my duty. My right.”

“I know, Dav. I don’t know why this time it was different. But selfishly, I’m glad it was.”

Davrin sighed, shoulders sagging. “You said it would take a lot more gingerwort to get to where we want to be.”

“And I stand by that,” Rook agreed, solemn. “Your work’s not done.”

“No. There’s twelve feathery butts relying on me out there.”

“Thirteen.” Assan purred from where he lay, and Rook smiled. “Closer than they appear.”

Davrin groaned.

“You love it. Besides, you’re not doing it by yourself. I can’t cure the nightmares, but I can bring you snacks. You’ve got Bellara to tell you stories, Neve to reminisce about gritty jobs with…”

“Right. I know.” Davrin sighed again, leaning back in his chair to shut his eyes. “Thanks, Rook.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m just the messenger.”

His lips quirked. “Right. And I’m just the coachman.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means thank you, Rook. You can just nod along and take the credit for cheering me up a little. It won’t kill you.”

“What if it does though?” Rook grinned.

“Then you’re not as tough as I thought you were.”

“Hey!”

“Well, don’t die from a compliment and you’ll be fine.”

“Alright, alright. Okay. I’m good.” Rook made a big show of holding two fingers to their pulse, frowning. “...Maybe.”

“I’ll wait.”

The Veil Jumper giggled, and Davrin’s gaze softened further. He didn’t have much else to say. The ache in his chest was still there. Heavy. Voidant. All consuming. The weight had names, faces, carved into the dark that he could never speak to again. Then there was the pit in his stomach, where the dark belonged to him. Where he should have vanished.

But something about the light coming in from the Fade, and the memory of Rook hoisting his shield over them both as a gout of acid splattered across the metal… Emmrich’s thrown torch, Taash’s weight hurled against the massive fortress double doors beside him… and they’d made it. They all had.

It was important, he supposed. He took a slice of apple and plucked his whittling knife from his belt— the new collection of figurines lining the shelves of Wardens lost looked on. He pared the apple slice between thumb and forefinger and ate what he could stomach. Slow going. Maybe it would be worth it. It was a sweet apple.

Rook took an experimental swig from the flask he’d left on his knee, grimaced, and replaced it in his lap. “No.”

“Mn-mn?” He hummed, the sound resonating in his throat.

“Mn-mn,” Rook affirmed, lips sucked inward like they’d bitten into a lemon.

Davrin huffed a laugh through his nose. Assan twittered contentedly and whisked the tip of a wing over his eyes. It was probably late. No way to tell with the Fade sun. But he was bone tired. He knew that.

“I’m gonna make some tea,” Rook said, once they’d recovered. “Sometimes it helps me sleep. And Lucanis says mint is good for bad dreams. Don’t know if it works on blighted ones, but Harding can attest.”

“You’re offering to make me tea,” he said slowly. It was almost a question.

“Yeah.”

“My boss, the big scary Veil Jumper who helped me take out an archdemon with three heads and blows up Tevinter cultists for fun, is offering to make me tea.”

“Yeah. Have I never done that before?”

Davrin shook his head with another mystified little smile. “Not since you yelled at me for getting on the Crow.”

Rook scowled. “Well, you were both being idiots.”

“...Right.”

“We have bigger problems to face than placing blame.”

“Right,” he said, more sincerely.

“You want some mint tea, Davrin?” Rook’s voice was soft, comforting and sturdy as a wool cardigan.

The Grey Warden’s shoulders sagged. “Yeah. I do. Thanks, Rook.”

“You’re welcome.”

Tagging my loves! "Let the music move you" and I will continue singing until the end of time- mwah! Have fun! @andthekitchensinkao3 @sunny374940 @spinfins @draco-illius-noctis @hedwigoprah @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @nevarrantorte @caughtnyact @thesummerstorms @emmieloumay @jenn2d2 and anyone else I missed, I adore you, go crazy! <3 Stay hydrated! Have some tea!

#thursday bangers #dragon age the veilguard #davrin #da veilguard fanfic

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lairofdragonagelore · 2 months ago

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Will you be doing anything with the lore Veilguard provided?

Hi there,

short answer: no.

I was thinking about it during all this time, and I came to the conclusion that… there is barely anything to rescue. The lore has been oversimplified in ways that, sometimes, contradicts deeply all what the previous games and supplementary media had been trying to keep consistent [with its mistakes and all], but the intention was clear. With DAV, what I see is a total disinterest in the lore, a deep hatred for the History of this fantasy world, and between the "lore" provided by the game and the disgraceful AMA, honestly, I only could see a deep resentment to DA lore. In part, confirmed later by David Gaider's bluesky post about how DA and ME teams were always in a silent war, and EA had a clear preference for ME over DA.

I'm deeply disappointed with the game, it's not a secret for anyone who has read me a bit or knows me a bit. And it's a disappointment that hurts me, because it's there, unfixable, no matter how many times I played the cursed game which even with dev hell, had more time to develop than DA2 did. And yet, DA2 has higher quality in terms of writing, story, lore, and characters--sure, with mistakes here and there because they did an entire game in 18 months, unlike DAV which had 3 years in the worst case scenario. Yes, you kill spiders 50 million times in DA2, in the same dungeon, over and over, but we never played DA games for combat or for its dungeon crawler. An obvious truth totally forgotten or purposely ignored by the DAV team.

It's awful, shallow characters, obvious “symbolism” for 4 y/o players, zero logic in most plots [illario, for example], and zero interest in environmental telling and lore [we never have a codex that is not a fucking whatsup message between the companions, we don't read fragments from books of any kind as we did in previous games, it's always a person speaking like in a journal, or in a post-it... so stupid]. Ugh, I dislike it viscerally, indeed.

Like I said to some fellows, we were offered a toy that was broken, smeared with shit, and then it was given to us telling us to be happy for it. "Dragon age is yours now :D" is the most annoying and cynic thing to read after all the destruction of the lore they did. Andromeda had the benefit that it was almost considered a "spin-off", the galaxy was another, it was another setting, if you didnt like it, you still had all ME intact. Here? they destroyed not only the current and future of Thedas, but also all the previous games between the massive wipe of the South and the stupid concept of the Executioners as the "Thedas Illuminati". For what? to have the most generic, boring, bland setting ever. Great job in capturing new audiences. Clearly it was not worthy, according EA.

I can be all day ranting about all the lore they totally ignored [for example, all about the concept of divinity with dragons and mythal's particular interest in dragons, and the dragon blood drinkers], about all the lore they oversimplified to the most inert thing [red lyrium] or the creation of bullshit concepts like Solas now turns into a hyena because "generic symbolism"! What I can say is that, to heal myself, and to try to mourn and also “rescue” DA lore the best I can [for my own parameters, that's it] is to dedicate my free time to Lore-crafting. Using all the canon materials we had up to DAV, I craft what I think it should have been more suitable for the status of the story after Tresspasser. Again, it's all personal-crafted lore [non-canon even though it's based heavily on it], so I'm doing it in my personal tumblr. You can see the index of it in this page. When I explore a topic or an aspect of the lore that is 100% canon with speculations but without crafted lore, I will post it here [as I did recently with the post of Dates and months in Thedas]. That will be the dynamics of both tumblrs.

I'm basically a scavenger: I'm building and crafting lore as I write my personal story of DA:Dreadwolf, which of course it will be bad and flawed as hell since I'm not an english native speaker, and I'm not a professional writer, but it will have love of Thedas and its complexity even though sometimes it's overwhelming. That's for granted.

As you can see in the link, at this moment I'm working heavily on the context of Tevinter, building its complexity and how it works with their particular templars [things we did not truly see in any previous game]. Or the immense complexity that slaves have as race and magical condition intersect in privileges that can be exploited and how this produces inner frictions even among the slaves [nothing better for a system like this one than to have all your slaves very fragmented and resented one another to never truly become a challenge against the magocracy]. I ignore completely DAV "lore", even though I rescued some characters and concepts that I considered interesting to explore but they were so blandly presented in the game, that meant nothing. Most of my "personal Dreadwolf" will be based on what I can infer from all the content we had from post-inquisition and Joplin projects present in the artbook.

It's a hell of a project, it will have a mediocrity proper of a fan, and will take me a loooot of time, since I'm only one person, who also works in a demanding job. But at least I found myself liking Thedas again, and not hating it as I did every second in that sitcom, marvel-like product called DAV. We'll see how that progress.

#ask #sorry i dropped some poison for the game... dont read the long answer if you want to avoid DAV negativity #i barely can hold it #dragon age critical

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bareee · 3 months ago

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(Don’t read this with a dark tone, read it with a light tone please I’m asking.) So why is your boy sassing Neve for being concerned she was possessed by a demon when it’s a real danger in dragon age? She’s a mage, the most vulnerable to possessions, she’s allowed to be ask after it. In fact everyone is cautious because of it.

You suffer joke to get answers XD I couldn’t help it

NOW BAM

1. He’s always sassy or has an attitude when he’s comfortable, Neve (and eventually Lucanis)makes him very comfortable.

2. And most important, short answer:Mark is not from here, he’s from Faerun(BG3/DND). He know nothin’.

Longer answer(with some spoilers):

In Mark’s whole canon, he’s from there, he made it here on accident, so HE KNOW SHIT bout anythin goin on. Antoine and Evka will explain more in a comic sense when we get to em cause they dealt with the ol’ man the most in the beginnin cause I chose the Warden route (Cause boy is tank and extra health is important and I go by mechanics in video games when I know no lore), turned out lore wise it was a very fun choice for who Mark is anyway but still. He took out the tower in the warden backstory, With his own body falling through it after teleport in here in my story, and Mark not knowin anythin, not bein able to DO anythin he was suppose to be able to do, and at a ripe ol 68 yr old is the standard story of a dense ol man takin his new lesson on learnin and changin with whats around him. He aint happy, and Antoine, Evka,Harding,Varric, and the most recent Neve and soon Lucanis are the ones stuck with this ol man stuck in a mind set that makes no sense cause their world makes no sense to the ol man. NOT TO MENTION him bein told and find out ether now or later when Emmrich joins that in Dragon age, what we’d split in different race groups completely in dnd as Fey, fiend, and undead, are actually all in same category here just different stages or whatever also is somethin he will not be able to comprehend well. Which I will continue why this is VERY bad down at the bottom cause spoiler.

Which all is kinda good for me cause I know nothin other then veilguard myself. I have inquisition but haven’t played it at all for the years I’ve had it downloaded…. And in my veilguard only experience i can see and understand what everyone bitched bout how laxed it is. I KNOW NOTHIN that is bad bad in the world because the game has no agency what so ever hardly. Some context a little sometimes like thanks to Harding’s and Davrin’s attitude towards Lucanis You know somethin’ up and bad juju…. But its so mild in a world perspective I had a hard time judgin on s scale whats more dangerous then other things… I have heard plenty that this is not a great step into the dragon age world, I fully know it and am happy the character I chose to play represents how clueless I’m gonna be bout everythin in this.

NOW SPOILER ALERT cause at this time we’re still like 2 or 3 comics away in my bg3 one from this info bout Mark bein fully known knowledge out there, AND I do hint at things to happen in the DAV storyline sooooo Imma put a cut here if ya dont wanna read it yet and can come back after those are out if liked. I have been diligent on keepin this damn thing a secret and drippin hints so its your fault of ya spoil it for yourself now~~~

Mark bein FEY in dnd and even worse an ARCH FEY makes it where not in any way, shape, or form is he possible here doesnt make it better for him to process things. Here he makes no sense and in fact the closest thing Ive been able to find that represents what Mark is the Evanuris. Solas, Elgar’nan, Ghilan’nain, these are the people he’s closes to representin here, and he HATES that. (Includin the others he dealt with in this game that I forgot the name of) And even to them he’s broken and not correct. He doesn’t belong here at all,and the world will be breakin him in the process of fittin him in till he figures out ether how get back home or how to once again break himself to fit a mold.

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durgeapologist · 2 days ago

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Fuck that anon, DATV has enjoyable writing and you have every right to enjoy it!!!

HESBDHAJS XYYY THE GIF PLS accurate as hell

everytime someone tells me dav has terrible writing and gives examples, i want to point to every piece of similarly-toned "bad" writing from the previous three games. it is there and it is abundant. i would know bc i play dragon age games religiously. all the time. those scripts are fresh in my noggin. and the writing falls flat in many places.

but it is not a problem unless it's dav apparently. bc dav is evil and woke and pandering to conservatives but also too liberal and ofc it ruined the entire franchise with it's stupid queerness!!! how dare!!!

like i wish these people would listen to themselves when they spout terf and nazi rhetoric to defend the awful way not just veilguard fans have been treated, but the way the devs and writers were harrassed relentlessly after release. it's insane that they think even for one second they have the moral high ground when they go on anon and send hate

#fandom critical #veilguard positive #dav #familiar situation.... familiar... too familiar...#anyways yes dav is actually peak dragon age and if u disagree im going to fuck ur mom #(not ur mom. xy. sndba. dav crit crowd's moms. 🙂‍↕️)#i need more people on this site to grow some braincells bc i cant even understand u guys half the time when u talk w a moutful of shit #ask answered #durgeapologist

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shivunin · 1 month ago

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Latest Fanfics - Opening Lines

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people!

Thank you for the tags @theluckywizard and @greypetrel! I am not counting the still-anonymous fic for Arlathan c:

Silvered Scars: (T | 3,562 Words | DA2 gift fic | Fenris/Hawke/Zevran) "The silhouette of Kirkwall against the sky was familiar—all too familiar."

Burying the Lede: (E | 17,730 Words | WIP | pre-DAI noir AU | Cullen/Lavellan) "If there was one thing you could count on in Kirkwall, it was this: you couldn’t trust anyone unless you were paying them. Even then, it was best to sleep with one eye open."

Muscle Memory: (Mass Effect | M | 8,991 Words | Garrus/Vakarian) "The last time Garrus ever saw Shepard, they were at the Citadel. "

The Silver Answer: (M | 26,027 Words | DAO | Zevran/Tabris) "The three of them stood just inside the doorway, various packs already piled off to the side."

Aerolite: (E | 10,899 Words | DA2 | Fenris/Hawke) "Hawke had been dealt a shit hand."

Breath and Bone: (M | 6,360 Words | DAV | Ingellvar/Lucanis) “'Nice one, Rook!' Lucanis shouted from the other side of the clearing."

Filed Under 398.2: (M | 2,470 Words | DAV | Ingellvar/Lucanis) “We only have—mph—half an hour, maybe forty-five—why do you have so many belts?”

Honey and Lavender: (T | 3,614 Words | DAV | Ingellvar/Lucanis) "No matter what he’d told Rook, stepping out of the dining room did not help Lucanis clear his head."

Scattered Stars: (E | 43,317 Words | DA2 | Fenris/Hawke) "The water in the bathtub was pleasantly hot, but Fenris was not sitting in it."

Of Joy Departed: (G | 2,037 Words | DAO | Tabris & Cyrion Tabris) "Her father’s house hadn’t changed at all."

Tagging in turn: @inquisimer, @bumblewarden, @pickelda, @bitchesofostwick, @dreadfutures, @jtownnn, @idolsgf, @elfroot-and-laurels @saessenach @midmorninggrey c:

#tag game #shivunin scrivening #it has been a bit of a dry period tbh #but i am hoping to slowly come back to it this summer #i could probably have included tumblr fic too but i am too tired to sift through the tag #sooooon i will get back to posting stuff. especially for burying the lede which i genuinely forgot about

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kaija-rayne-author · 7 months ago

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Thoughts on upcoming Veilguard AMA.

Obligatory 'I'm not an asshole' disclaimer. Feel free to jump to the cut if you've read it.

Something came to my attention. I need to make it crystal clear that I utterly love the diversity in DAV. It's fantastic. I'm also a heavily left leaning, non-binary, queer as fuck reviewer, editor, and author.

I was on media blackout while I played it. Please be safe and take care of yourselves. Arguing with incels and white supremacists is completely pointless. They sea lion worse than an actual sea lion. Your mental health is important.

Though, every single time the anti-queer brigade comes out for a new DA game, I sit there thinking 'have you bozos ever played any DA game, like, ever?' My guess is nope.

Note. None of my writing on DA, but especially DAV, is edited. This is just my off the cuff writing. I don't have the time, energy, or heart to edit them properly.

Heard there was an AMA coming up on the 4th of December.

Given how the devs weaseled out from every actually important question in every other AMA, I don't have a lot of hope that we'll get any answers as to why DAV is so bad.

I just want to know why they scrapped Joplin. It had almost everything committed fans wanted. I want to know why every single decision they made somehow managed to make the game worse. I think there was pressure from EA. But rumour has it that BioWare has always had a lot of control over the games they make.

It's probably partially EA's fault. But I think the blame for the DAV mess belongs firmly on the devs and the people who decided to fire their (often) best writing talent.

But I'm not going to go. Because of said weasely behavior.

Maybe I just have to be done with games from huge corporations. I'm playing Greedfall now and loving it. It’s an RPG from an indie studio. It's a wee step back on graphics, they reused a couple of sets, but generally, it's a very solid RPG that feels like an RPG. They aren't staying away from sticky ideas and awful behavior by people. I find that incredibly realistic. The main/player character is a diplomat, who lies like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

I kept expecting Rook to burst into song and bluebirds to fly out of their ass. Maybe big corporates just can't give me what I want in RPGs anymore. I want truly morally grey choices. I want sticky political shit. I want passionate Romances with happy endings. I want to feel when I play games like these. Which means I need games with solid writing, good characters, and excellent world building. It means the OST has to be good. Not something that had the dedication to it as if Zimmer scraped it off his boot. Greedfall has all that. Plus the morally grey choices.

I've usually purchased and played AAA games from bigger companies because I do like unique maps to explore, and I'm an admitted graphics slut.

But holding DAV on one hand and GREEDFALL on the other? Greedfall wins, hands down. And it's a 5 year old game that very likely didn't have the 250 million dollar budget DAV had. I haven't even finished it yet, and it still wins. I played Subnautica Below Zero just before this one. It's more survival sandbox, but has plenty of RPG elements to it. When Unknown Worlds made both Subnautica games, they were still indie.

Perhaps, after loving BG3 as much as I do (Larian is also Indie) I should've gotten the message to check out indie produced RPGs earlier.

Message received.

DAVs utterly disastrous showing... It's likely a result of late stage capitalism and Disney polluting everything, and people in charge thinking MARVEL actually has any relevance since Disney bought it. Among a lot of other things I'll probably never know about.

But those are excuses. If BioWare truly has as much control as rumoured... it's on them. All of it.

I tried watching Loki. I utterly adore Tom Hiddleston, and even he couldn't get me through that disaster.

I already picked up a few more indie RPGs in the Steam fall sale. Looking forward to exploring them.

Maybe BioWare is just too corporatized to produce anything truly good anymore. Corporations don't have any room for true creativity.

It doesn't really matter. DAV broke my heart and landed BioWare on my boycott list for several reasons I detailed in my review series. I'm just done with them.

#dragon age #solas #solavellan #veilguard #dragon age veilguard #da veilguard #dragonage #bioware critical #DAV critical #DATV critical

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mercars-musings · 4 months ago

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20 questions for fanfiction writers

Hewwo!!! TYSM to the lovely @sunny374940 & @andthekitchensinkao3 for tagging me in this!!! ;0; I appreciate youse so much ! <3 Answers under the cut ! <3

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 8 so far! My disabilities can stop me from writing as much as I'd like to sadly but I hope to get at least 1 out a month from here on out!

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

Apparently: 20,635 ! I didn't actually expect it to be that much lmfao

3) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again? - Emrook Angst / Comfort: After trying to claw his way out of the fade for the past 7 years, Rook is pulled back into Thedas only to be confronted by the fact that time passes differently outside of the Fade. {Ft. Fade Prison Trauma Nightmares!}

2. Market Memories - Emrook Angst / Comfort: Rook takes Emmrich to a small market nearby where Rook grew up, however shit hits the fan when they run into someone from Rooks past. that he'd rather forget.

3. Trust & Fish Sticks - Fluffy Sad That heavily features Emrook: This is a short sad & fluffy piece I wrote on Rook Mercar taming & adopting the angry dog that keeps barking outside of the dog crates in Dock Town.

4. Gone Too Soon - A short sad hurt/comfort piece I wrote on Rook Grieving the loss of a friend {Post Cage for Gods - Davrin}. Funny how my fave pieces are all the most popular haha, I need to trust my gut more it seems!

4) What fandoms do you write for?

I only write for Dragon Age atm! I am heavily influenced by Epic the Musical so who knows maybe I'll do some Epic Fanfic in the future! Or something else, I DAV tore me out of a like several year writers block so I'm just taking what comes inspo wise atm!

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Omg ofc! The comments always give me a huge inspirational boost and is honestly a large reason I've managed to write more after the first piece! Checking my comments & kudos is one of my favourite things to do honestly - it's the least I can do to respond once I see them!

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Okay so, most of my endings are all fluffy lmfao. I START with angst and then let the boys comfort eachother by the end! Though I guess the one that would class is "Gone Too Soon" since it leaves both Emmrich and Rook still heavily grieving Davrin. This fic was so hard to write it made me so sad :<

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

"Trust & Fish Sticks" for sure!!! Manfred and Doggo are besties, Doggo gets to be part of a loving family, the events of Veilguard are over & Rook & Emmrich have a very fun night ahead of them! ;)

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no & I hope I never do! I still can't fathom that some people are that cruel honestly :<

9) Do you write smut?

I *used to* back when I was writing fic years ago, but that was a different fandom & my comfort with sex has evolved over the years as I've realised I'm like a sex neutral GrayAce lmfao. Shit doesn't cross my mind 90% of the time XD

10) Do you write crossovers?

I *used to* not since I returned to fanfic though!

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't *think* so? I certain hope not!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nah, maybe at some point in the future though! Guess it depends on how my latest fanfic journey goes in future! :3

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh shit why would you ask me thiiiiiis!!! ;0; /lh I think ATM it's definitely Emrook BUT I've had so many in the past honestly!

15) What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I WILL finish it I promise, I'm desperate too ;0; Anyway it's a fic that goes through My Rook Mercars 7 years stuck in the fade. There will be 7 chapters - 5 with each one being an exploration of 1 of the 5 Stages of Grief & how it relates to Az's time in The Prison. Then the last 2 chapters exploring some of the after effects that I haven't covered in prev fics yet! :3

16) What are your writing strengths?

I hear I'm great at making people suffer asdfgjkl; On a serious note I think I'm really good at editing? Honestly proof reading & editing is when I get most of my better work in fics done imo! My works usually AWFUL till then haha

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually getting shit STARTED!!! I struggle to actually put fingies to keyboard and start the process more often than not. Once I've started though I can lose myself in the flow and shit becomes a lot easier! Oh and punctuation for sure. I like weird sentence structure I'm sure I'd be stripped of my Degree if any of my old writing proffs saw me now lmfao

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I have never tried it, though I can barely manage writing in my own language in general SO I think I'll stick to that lmfao.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Tim Burtons Alice & Wonderland! I'll actually go further: My next were Charlie McDonald x Matt Smith's Dr Who; BBC's Sherlock & then CW's Supernatural asdfghjkl. Yes I was a SuperWhoLockian & YouTuber Obsessed Child, try not to bully me too hard lmfao

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

It's definitely "Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?" I went into some sort of wild trance and it suddenly existed. I barely had to edit it for once & it is 2 of my current special interests {DAV & Epic The Musical} so likeeeee lmfao

Here's some no pressure taggies! @hyperions-light ; @ofcrowsanddragons ; @taashyvashedan ; @thedissonantverses ; @caughtnyact ; @fangbangerghoul ; @redheadsramblings ; @basedonconjecture

#ask game #get to know me #rambles #fanfic writer tag #fun tag game

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mogwaei · 7 months ago

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No cause I 100% agree about the disappointing lore direction of veilguard. It's a beautiful game (and I'm def gonna play when I get a computer that can handle it, esp for that baddie Emmrich and the overall luscious hair physics I've seen so far), but after all the deep twisting lore build up of the previous games, DAV just felt a little glossed over and shallow in terms of everything that makes a DA game a DA game. Skin deep romance, lack of meaningful choices or sometimes any choices for that matter, and unsatisfying answers to the legacy of questions and theories that the series bore for decades.

(Personally your Ouroborous is my canon continuation at this point and DAV itself is an admittedly very pretty but glorified character creator lol. And besides, your skill and dedication to your art and storytelling practically makes you just as official as any BioWare exec in my eyes 💞💞)

ASFHFKJHGJ (thoughts under cut)

I have WAY too many thoughts about this game as far as the lore goes, but I am not articulate about it the way some others are (Corseque/northgalis on here and twt has pretty much nailed all of my sentiments though). I'm also very careful about what I say because it's annoying to me when people take Very Subjective thoughts personally and get mean about it. That being said, I've read fic that had better lore...and like, I'm proud of mine too! I don't think there's anything wrong with being proud of something you've poured your whole self into, but I feel like I have to say that because someone on twt got offended😂

NOW:

They had me fooled in the beginning! I was super excited and surprised at a great number of things that they touched upon. One of my bigger excitements was the Forgotten Ones + the Forbidden! LIKE HOLY SHIT!!! I can't believe they're more than vague codexes! So there I was waiting for the revelations to get more intense and blow my fuckign mind as I progressed the game, I'm waiting for that detailed lore and insight into who and what they were like...and well, I was a let down. And then it kept happening. A lot, with other things. Many started off strongly and then either didn't go anywhere or stayed superficial? Or the lore was simplified and made into something not deep at all...or deeply unsatisfying lol. Lots of "oh that was almost good!" I'm sort of repeating everything you said, but basically I'm just trying to say I wholeheartedly agree -- also about all the choices, the cutting down of our worldstates...all of it. :(

But YES! The game is achingly gorgeous, I'm a huge fan of the art direction and style. I also adore all the companions and enjoyed them a lot! I think that their quests also suffered a bit of writing issues like the lore did, but whatever...I guess, that's what fanfic is for. I fucking LOVE Emmrich okay, he's my new fav along with Solas (and Varric. And a few others). He's perfect to me and so is my son Manfred. I can't wait to play the other romances too.

!!!!!!!!

And finally, I'm going to spin into the next dimension??? THAT'S INSANE OF YOU TO SAY AND THE HIGHEST COMPLIMENT EVER THANK YOU SO MUCH. omggfgg seriously wow thank you, I'll be floating on rainbows and clouds possibly forever lol💜💜💜

#mogwaei.txts #thank u for being so nice to me #I'm terrified to share any opinions publicly because I am scared of people lol #I love Dragon Age <3

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matttgirlies · 1 year ago

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Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

heavy warnings - SA!!, vague mention of drug use - if any of these topics make you uncomfortable the scene involving SA will be outlined and please don’t feel the need to read it, please take care of yourself🩷

y/nn = your nickname for anyone confused

Chapter 3

Time had become my enemy. Matt was due to return to the States on March 1, 1960. I had only a few months left to spend as much time with him as I could.

Every minute I wasn’t with him, I thought of him. My life was now dominated by him and yet there were times when I would be disappointed by him. One evening he told me he would call and didn’t. When I finally heard from him the next day, he said, “Hi, Baby. Do you think you can come over tonight?”

“What happened last night? You were supposed to call.”

“I was? Oh shit.” He had been concentrating on his karate lesson and had forgotten.

I had to learn not to take his words to heart. It was disappointing, but it was just his way.

Matt’s calls usually came after seven to let me know that I’d be picked up around eight. I had to dress quickly, trying to find some way to appear older than my age. His father was concerned about Matt being with a minor. My clothes were all young and unsophisticated skirts and sweaters. At times I’d borrow my mother’s clothes and hope everyone would assume that I was at least sixteen.

As I got to know Matt, I learned that when he wasn’t at the base, he stayed at home all of the time. He had little choice. The moment he stepped out of the door there was a giant mob scene around him. Even going to see a local movie required elaborate planning. Someone would drive Matt’s car in front of the house. He would then run out, hurdle the fence, and duck into the car before any of his fans could start begging him for autographs. There were always crowds after him, calling, standing outside the house, literally charging at him when he entered any public place. Many evenings when Matt had early morning calls it was either David Jones, a friend who Matt had brought over from the States, or James Sturniolo who drove me to and from 18 Hauptstrasse.

One particular evening when neither David nor James was able to drive me home, Matt had a “friend” who was called Pete take me.

THIS SCENE INCLUDES SA!!

if this topic makes you uncomfortable please skip.

Pete was driving me from Matt’s home back to Wiesbaden. I was tired and dozing off. All of a sudden, I felt the road get bumpy. I opened my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You’ll find out,” he said, turning his head away.

We had driven off the highway onto a dirt road. I could see the lights of one distant house, and the rest was all blackness. I began to get frightened. “What’s going on?” I inquired, confused. By then Pete had stopped the car and shut off the ignition.

I repeated my question, but Pete didn’t answer. Instead, he turned and grabbed me, trying to kiss me. I pushed him away, struggling. He threw me down on the seat.

Panicked, I begged, “Don’t! Leave me alone!” I started fighting. I kicked one door open and opened the driver’s door with my hand while simultaneously banging the horn, hitting the lights, and scratching at his face. Out of frustration and fear of being caught, he finally gave up.

The rest of the way home, he never said a word. I just sat there sobbing, disbelieving, praying that I would get home safely.

END OF SCENE

Three days passed from that night before I heard from Matt. My parents knew something was wrong; however, I couldn’t tell them Pete tried to attack me because I would never be allowed to ride with him again. If I didn’t, how would I get to and from Matt’s if David and James weren’t available? My imagination ran wild. I was afraid to tell Matt because I thought Pete was his friend. I began to think that perhaps Matt knew what Pete had attempted. Maybe I was just a plaything to Matt, someone to pass around to Pete, or anyone else who wanted me. I was tortured by my thoughts.

Finally, Pete called and said Matt wanted to see me. I had no choice but to go with him.

During the drive to Bad Nauheim, Pete made no mention of what had transpired between us, and neither did I. I said nothing. I was very apprehensive being with him. I didn’t know, when he removed his hand from the steering wheel, if he was going to try to touch me, or just what was on his mind. I had no choice but to tell Matt.

That evening, when we were alone in his room, Matt asked me if anything was wrong.

My voice was trembling. I could hardly get the words out.

When I finally did tell him, Matt went crazy. “I’m going to kill him,” he shouted. He paced the floor, cursing Pete. I was his little girl, Matt said, and he had never gone all the way with me. Now this other guy, this so-called friend of his, had tried to rape me. I listened as he shouted, secretly relieved at his response. How could I ever have doubted Matt?

Matt was so angry, it took me the whole evening to calm him down. I finally convinced him that we had to keep Pete’s attack secret from my parents, or I’d never be allowed to come back. Matt held me tightly, as if trying to take the painful memory away. He felt guilty for having put me in such a dangerous position.

From that time on, Pete was fully excluded from Matt’s life. I don’t think Matt ever told him why, but Pete must have known. He rarely came around after that.

I began to realize that Matt expected total loyalty from his friends. If he was betrayed, he would just cut that person out of his life.

James was now sporting a neatly trimmed mustache that, according to Matt, Angela Stanley had encouraged him to grow. Mine and James’s conversations in the car were somewhat boring, and I always sensed he’d just as soon be doing something else, like spending the time with Angela, who sometimes accompanied him.

These days when I arrived at 18 Hauptstrasse I’d often find Matt upstairs studying the ancient art of karate with his instructor or downstairs in the living room proudly demonstrating new moves to his entourage, who stood about interested at his mastery of this newly popularized art form.

Matt also spent hours with a half-mad German masseur who had him convinced he could rejuvenate facial skin with his secret treatments, Matt having always been self conscious about some large pores on his face started to see him. Nate Doe ribbed Matt, saying, “What the hell’s he doing that’s so special? You look the same to me.” Defensively, Matt shot back, “Well damn! He says it’ll take some time before you see the results.” James interjected: “Time? Yeah, probably enough time to bankrupt us all by what he’s charging. I wouldn’t trust him farther than I could throw him.”

Always a center of activity at the house was Matt’s grandmother, who he nicknamed Dodger. Matt had come up with the name when he was a small boy of five and, during a temper tantrum, had thrown a baseball, missing her head by inches. Matt jokingly said, “She dodged out of the way so fast.” He started calling her Dodger from that moment.

Grandma took care of the household, did the cooking, kept everyone and everything under control. She had the air of a person with a firm purpose in life, which, in Matt’s case, was to make sure he was very well cared for. When I sought quiet while Matt practiced karate, Dodger’s room was a place to escape to. We’d sit for hours and she would tell me about the old days, about Mary Lou and her boundless love for Matt, about the grim struggle the Sturniolos had waged for survival. She had been with James and Mary Lou from the time of Matt’s birth, helping out when Mary Lou took jobs to contribute to the family’s support. A strong woman, Grandma had prevailed when her husband had walked out on her, leaving her with five children. She wanted you to believe she held a grudge against J. D. Sturniolo, but Dodger was a forgiving heart and I believe she still cared for him.

She helped raise Matt as if he were her own son, somewhat spoiling him as grandmothers do. She always rushed to his defence when she felt Mary Lou was too stern. Dodger said to me, “Mary Lou always called me Mrs. Sturniolo from the time I first met her until she breathed her last breath. One day Matt came running in and said, ‘Hi, Minnie!’ I felt so sorry for that young’un. Mary Lou rose up, took her hand to that boy, and said, ‘Don’t you ever call her by her first name. That’s disrespectful. She’s your grandma.’ He cried for an hour. I went in and said, ‘Son, it’ll be all right. She was just doing what she thought was right. Now you go in and apologize to her.’ Poor little boy looked at me with those blue eyes. So pitiful. Oh, she could be hard on him. He was a good boy, though. Never really got into any trouble, always came right home from school and did his chores. Yes, and Mary Lou would watch over him like a hawk, so scared he’d be hurt. He wanted so bad to play football at school.”

Grandma rocked back and forth in her chair, seeing something in the past that made her start picking at the bobby pins in her hair. She reached for her little box of snuff, took a dip, situated it just right, and then continued to reminisce. “Yes, he loved sports.”

“Then why didn’t he go out for any, Grandma?”

“Oh no. Mary Lou wouldn’t have that. She’d tell me, ‘Oh, Mrs. Sturniolo, I couldn’t stand it if Matt got hurt. It would kill me. I’ve watched how they play out there in those fields. They get real rough. I think they enjoy hurtin’ each other. Matt isn’t like that. He’d get out there and he’d be like a wounded bird in a pack of wild dogs. Not my young’un.’” Mary Lou’s constant effort to protect Matt, I learned, was the result of her anguish over the death of Matt’s twin brother Joseph Aaron Sturniolo.

I came to love Dodger and what she represented, compassion and total devotion to her family.

My biggest problem in those days was that Matt and I never seemed to have enough time alone. People were always dropping by, standing around the living room talking and laughing, until Matt came down from his room. As soon as he appeared, the room would become silent until he revealed his mood. No one, including myself, dared joke around unless he laughed and then we all laughed.

Because I had to share the little time I had with Matt with so many others, I began to feel jealous and possessive. It was only late in the evening, when we were in his bedroom, that I was truly happy.

We had a nightly ritual. At about ten or eleven, Matt would glance at me and look toward the stairs. Then, naively assuming that nobody knew where I was headed, I’d casually proceed to his bedroom, where I’d lie on his bed, impatiently waiting for him to appear. When he joined me, he’d lie as close to me as he could. “I love you,” I whispered. “Shhh,” he said as he put his fingers to my lips. “I don’t really understand what it is I’m feeling. I’ve grown to love you, y/nn. Dad keeps reminding me of your age and that it can’t be possible . . . When I go home . . . Only time will tell.”

Each night that I was with him he entrusted a little more of himself—his doubts, his secrets, and his frustrations. It was a lot to expect an impressionable fourteen year old to understand, but I tried. I felt his pain over his mother’s death. I ached over his desire to become a great actor like his idols Marlon Brando, James Dean, Karl Malden, and Rod Steiger. I was concerned about his fears that he might not regain the popularity he felt he’d lost by serving in the Army. And I reveled in his laughter when he asked, “What if one day I end up back driving a Crown Electric truck? Wouldn’t that be something?”

I was there for him, to listen, to hold his hand, or to make a funny face that would turn his frown into a smile.

Sometimes Matt would enter his bedroom in high spirits. I longed for those nights when he’d shut off the lights and lie close beside me.

“Sweetness,” he would say, putting his arms around me. “You’re so pretty, Honey.” And then we’d kiss long, deep, passionate kisses, and his caresses would leave me weak with desire.

Nights when his mood was calm and peaceful, he would describe his ideal woman and tell me how perfectly I fit this image.

He liked soft-spoken y/hc with y/ec eyes. He wanted to mold me to his opinions and preferences. Despite his reputation for being a rebel, he held the traditional view of relationships. A woman had her place, and it was the man who took the initiative.

Loyalty was very important to him, especially on the woman’s part. He constantly reminded me that his girl had to be completely constant. He admitted that he was concerned about Nicole. She was a Boston beauty queen and television personality. Matt said that lately her letters had become very impersonal, and he suspected she had been with another man.

Despite his moralizing, I feared Matt wasn’t always faithful to me. His bantering with some of the other girls at his house made me think that he might be intimately familiar with them.

One evening he was playing the piano for the regular group, plus a couple of English girls. When he picked up his guitar, he looked around, but couldn’t seem to find his pick.

“Anybody seen my guitar pick?” he asked.

One of the English girls looked up and smiled. “It’s upstairs on the night table next to your bed. I’ll get it.”

All eyes, including mine, zeroed in on her as she made her way up the stairs, aware that she was now the center of attention.

Furious at his obvious betrayal, I turned to him, but he was avoiding my gaze by looking down at his guitar, plucking it as if it needed tuning. Then he burst into “Lawdy, Miss Clawdy.”

Without a pick, his fingers must have hurt badly, but no matter what, he wasn’t about to put that guitar down. He knew he was in trouble.

After he’d finished a medley of songs, Matt excused himself and retreated into the kitchen, with me right behind him.

“Have you been with her?” I demanded.

“No,” Matt insisted.

“Then how did she know where your guitar pick and room were?”

“She was over one night, and I mentioned how dirty the place was,” he answered, a boyish grin on his face. “She offered to clean it, simple as that.”

Despite his declaration of innocence, I was not reassured. He was the sexual idol of millions and could choose whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted. I quickly learned, for my own survival, not to ask too many questions.

As the weeks passed, school became an unbearable chore. After getting to bed so late, I found it difficult to rise at seven and almost impossible to concentrate. But I knew that if I ever complained about being too tired, or was late for school, my parents would use the fact to put a stop to my seeing Matt.

My study habits became worse. I was failing algebra and German, and barely passing history and English. At the end of the fall semester, I altered the D-minus grade on my report card to a B-plus, praying my father would never consult the teacher. I kept telling myself that I would do better, that I’d catch up, but my concentration was totally on Matt.

One night when I went to see him, I fell asleep while waiting for him to finish his karate class. When he came downstairs and saw how exhausted I was, he asked, “y/n, how many hours of sleep are you getting?”

After a second, I said, “About four or five hours a night. But I’ll be fine,” I added quickly. “I’m just a little extra tired tonight because we had some tests at school today.”

Matt looked thoughtful, and then said, “Come upstairs a minute. I have something for you.” He led me up to his room, where he placed a handful of small white pills in the palm of my hand. “I want you to take these; they’ll help you stay awake during the day. Just take one when you feel a little drowsy, no more than one, though, or you’ll be doing handstands down the hallway.”

“What are they?” I asked.

“You don’t need to know what they are; they give them to us when we go on maneuvers. If I didn’t have them, I’d never make it through the day myself. But it’s okay, they’re safe,” he told me. “Put them away and don’t tell anyone you have them, and don’t take them every day. Just when you need a little more energy.”

Matt honestly thought he was doing me a favor by giving me the pills, and I’m sure the thought never entered his mind that they could be harmful to him or me.

I didn’t take the pills. I put them in a small box with various items I had started to collect, such as cigar holders and little personal notes he had given me, and hid the box in a drawer.

Later I learned that the pills were Dexedrine, which Matt had first discovered in the Army. A sergeant had given several men pills to help them stay awake while on guard duty. Matt, who was accustomed to living the life of an entertainer and who despised rising at dawn, began taking the pills to get him through the long dreary hours of Army life. He told me he’d begun taking sleeping pills shortly before he’d been drafted. He dreaded insomnia and feared sleepwalking, which had plagued him periodically since childhood.

In fact, as a boy, he’d once sleepwalked straight out of his apartment, dressed only in his underwear. A neighbor woke him, and, embarrassed, he ran back into the house. Another time, he nearly fell out of a window. Consequently, to avoid accidents, he slept with his parents until he was grown, and he feared his sleepwalking habit for the rest of his life. It was one of the reasons he usually had someone sleeping with him.

Years later, I learned that someone had been employed in Germany to watch over him throughout the night.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

This material may be protected by copyright.

a/n - i know this was a deeper chapter so for anyone who skipped it i promise its not very important to the story however Priscilla included this in her book so i thought i should share that too. 🎀

#chris sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matthew sturn #matthew sturniolo #Spotify

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juliet-without-romeo-stuff · 1 year ago

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Family of LOG or 4th generation 🦋💛💙( imagine they are just under 15)

I wrote this a month back and now got the time to post it...these are just my ideas that randomly came and now i cannot let go off....

Nikolai king sokolav-Brandon sokolav king

David Sokolov king

Alexander Brandon sokolav king

Stella Hunter Sokolav king

( David and stella was through surrogacy and alex was adopted and Stella's middle name hunter is a honour to his dad ....stella has heterochromia... her one eyes is dark blue and one is dark green which her parents adore a lot....they all learn russian just like their daddy and speak in russian whenever they wants to do something which their dad bran will not accept like david wants to join in elites or heathens but bran said No because his uncle lan wants him to join elites whereas niko wants him join heathens 😂 he said you can only when you are on your correct age baby...

When David almost break someone bone because they spoke shit about his uncle lan...he called his daddy

Dad where are you?

"In the middle of the meeting" niko says while pausing his meeting in office..everyone knows niko will never ignore his family calls even if it is in the middle of an important meeting....

I broke someone's bone maybe not a major damage since josh dragged me away from that scumbag....

And the management called dad

Again...Niko asks

Yes..handle your prince charming...i will come home and explain to dad

Make sure you have valid reasons or else i also need to end up with you in your grounded for week punishment.. niko said

Definitely i have reasons..i will not use violence unless its needed and you and daddy knows that ...

Ok dad .bye.love you...

Love you too dav....niko hangs up

Yes it is very true that david will not use violence unless it is needed unlike stella ..his little princess have a same policy as him ''fist first, talk next'' not only this everyone knows them calls stella as little niko...since she is an exact carbon copy of Nikolai sokolav which is even agreed by landon king....

Stella even pickups Niko's obsessive traits and love for sweets.David is an copy of bran and lan since he is very quiet and emotionally strong .he observes more and will not tolerate any harm to his fam. Alexander is an carbon copy of Brandon king he is called as little prince and little posh boy.

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Jeremy volkov -cecily knight volkov

Josh volkov

Cynthia volkov

(Josh and david are bestfriends just like their fathers...there is an interesting thing that is josh has an cute crush on Brandonking

On one vacation where everyone is having dinner its their habit to spend some time together....

Mommy what is crush? he asked cecy

Crush is someone you like baby...

Who's is your crush josh ... asked annika

Though everyone present there know the answer

Josh just turned towards bran and his eyes sparks

uncle Bran he says smiling

To which bran smiles and ruffles his hair

Why though? asked annika

He looks like a prince and he is so gorgeous aunt...josh said

"Back off buddy that's My Man" said niko smiling

Then uncle alex is mine...josh said shocking everyone

Little did they know josh likes alex......)

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Landon king-Mia sokolav king

Sofia astrid king

Slvia king

(Sofia's fav uncle and god father is Nikolai.k.sokolav..and lan be like first my little bro and now my little princess..when sofia was young she had a nightmare of her uncle niko was getting into an big accident she woke up crying screaming even lan and mia tried their best to calm her but she said she wants to meet niko right now...lan can't see his little princess crying so in the middle of night they traveled all the way to states when they came to the mansion that niko and bran are living with there kid david...sofia calmed down only after when she saw niko and niko always brag about how he is sofia fav and they ended up staying in states with nikobran for a week )

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Killian carson-Glyndon king carson

Meghan carson

Lewis carson

(Kill made sure that he will never ever do something like his father to his childrens ...he always made sure they both got his love and affection...one fathers day meghan did a handmade letter to kill to wish him fathers day and Killian carson cried so hard while hugging his daughter while meghan just pat him and tell him that he is the best)

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Crieghton king annika volkov king

Mattew king

Mattew likes boxing just like his dad...he always won in every match...mattew almost fought with everyone in thier family but he always make sure that he don't hurt them in serious way still he can't find why he can't fight with stella like he can with others....stella also love boxing and violence when bran asked her if she wants to learn ballerina like aunt annika ended up with she asked her uncle Criegh to teach her boxing hence bran wants her to do what she loves.....

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Eli king -ava nash king

Elizabeth king--isabelle king

Alacia king

(How everyone wants aiden to have a daughter but what if eli had daughters that too 3 daughters ....He will never ever have a chance to say no their one smile made him do everything they want...imagine having four girls in one household eli needs prayers and patience....)

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Remington Astor-Ariella nash Astor

Taylor ron astor

Rythm Astor

(Taylor ron astor the middle name ron was an honour to his father that how great and best he is....Rythm is exactly a never ever mess with girl, imagine being raised by grandma teal and mom ariella and getting queen treatment from her grandpa and dad and brother her standards are higher then the mountain bruhh)

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Vaughan Morozov-Maya sokolav morozov

Nazya morozov

Nicholas morozov

Nazya is the most humblest and kindest girl in these log family ...that's why everyone around her will always be protective over her...think about hurting her and her uncle Niko will end you without any second thought ...

Nicholas morozov was named after Nikolai yes it is an gratefulness that maya felt towards her brother for everything he done for her ...for always being there for her even in worst time...That’s why she wants to give her son her brother name and in the naming ceremony everyone felt so happy and niko was so stunned and suprised he love his sister despite of everything happened)

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Kayden lockwood -Gareth carson

Hazel carson

(Hazel is adopted daughter .Gareth found her in an unexpected situation and can't let her suffer when she is just a month old ..he did take her to the heathens mansion where everyone is present for a party to celebrate kayden and gareth 's engagement....when he came while holding a baby., kayden rans towards him and asked him what happened? Gar just said i want to adopt her ...kayden just smiled and said ofc sweetheart but just tell me the whole matter please....ended up with adopting hazel and after 2 yrs they got married infront of hazel for that hazel just giggled and smiled at her parents she may not understand anything but she will be forever safe...)

Also Nikolai is everykids fav uncle because he is an absolute golden retriever... every kid like him to the core that one time when he was late to the gathering all the kids was sulking and gave him punishment to treat them icecream and need to spend the weekend with them in amusement park ..Niko ended up with booking whole amusement part for only them because he can't risk their safety......

Niko also appointed a huge number of bodyguards for his lotus flower since some years back bran was kidnapped...he will never forgive himself for being such careless though that was purely planned and done by the person that bran trust the most....

Okay there are some names which is inspired from some ffs of nikobran and that names really felt good so i really liked that names...THESE ARE JUST MY THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE ....🦋💛 if you guys like just lemme know

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blackjackkent · 5 months ago

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OK! Resuming our entry into the world of DAV, Helena Mercar edition:

So far I am finding it a rather different experience liveblogging DAV compared to BG3. I got very used to BG3 having a dialogue history to refer back to, and not having it definitely makes this all a lot more complex. DAV also seems to have more dialogue in walk-and-talk, which is a little more complicated to get good screenshots of and keep track of all the dialogue.

There also doesn't appear to be a quicksave/quickload? Which is... bizarre and I'm not a fan.

However, DAV has a photo mode out of the box and it seems pretty robust, so that's nice. :D

Anyway, welcome to Minrathous!

It's a cold, damp, drizzly night. Nothing unusual for Tevinter, or for Helena who is used to walking the dark alleyways of this city almost every night.

The searchlights from the Ring(*) are a bit of a surprise, though.

"The Archon's palace," Varric says, sounding unimpressed. "Something must've gotten them riled up."

Helena shrugs, falling into step with him. The folks up top are always pissed off about something, and it probably doesn't have anything to do with her threatening to rough up a random bartender all the way down here.

All the same, though, it makes her a bit uneasy. Not scared, mind you. Just... uneasy.

"Should we be in more of a hurry to get out of here?" she asks Varric casually.

"We don't want to look conspicuous," he answers, equally cool. "Just get out of here nice and casual, find Neve Gallus, and stop Solas."

(A/N: I'm not yet clear on exactly how Rook ended up helping Varric with this hunt. Varric calls her his 'second-in-command' but that could very well be a joke. Until the game contradicts it, I'm running on the assumption that Varric hired her as a local who knew the city, to help him track Neve down.)

"You still think you can talk him down before he starts his big ritual?" she asks curiously. Her tone is bantering, belying the seriousness of the subject matter.

She likes Varric, from what she's seen of him so far. He's less in-your-face than she is, but comfortably talkative - and a whiz with that crossbow. She suspects that under less apocalyptic circumstances, he might be fun to hang out with.

But... from what he's told her, these circumstances are pretty damn apocalyptic.

"That ritual is going to tear down the Veil," he says now, grimly. "The only thing separating us from the Fade and an endless number of demons. I *have* to talk him down."

As her face passes through the shadow of a nearby alleyway, Helena grimaces.

Again, it's not so much that she's scared. Course not. Scared is pointless; you either do things or you don't. You either live or you die, and there's no point in worrying about it ahead of time.

But it sure sounds like a hell of a shitty way to go.

Before she can make a sardonic comment about this, though, a siren sound splits the air, and one of the searchlights from the Ring comes to an abrupt halt near Helena's boots.

The light has fixed on one of the locals walking along the mud-drenched streets.

"YOU THERE! HALT!" barks a magically amplified voice.

"Wait! But I didn't do anything!" the woman sputters fearfully, as the other locals around her scatter away in terror.

"Get down!" Varric hisses, shoving Helena back against the alley wall behind her. They're still out of sight, just barely, watching as several guards sweep out of the darkness.

Shit, Helena thinks. "Are they after us? Is it because of the bar?" Why would the Archon give a shit about that?

"Word travels fast in Minrathous," Varric says tightly.

Helena flexes her fingers against her daggers, takes a step forward. "We've gotta help her," she says. Not the first time she's seen someone probably-innocent get swept up by the guards - or the first time she's stepped in.

But Varric shakes his head, pushes her backwards.

"We don't have time to get arrested," he mutters. "Especially if--"

He's cut off by a low, rumbling whirrrrrrr that resonates through the air strongly enough to prickle up goosebumps on Helena's skin. She looks up, and watches with astonishment as the air within the Ring... splits.

An unearthly pale green light floods the street, melding with the bright white of the searchlights.

"Ah, crap," Varric growls.

"We're too late--" Helena says faintly. Still not scared. Still not scared. But definitely... definitely starting to be concerned.

"The ritual's started. But if we hurry, we can still stop Solas before it finishes," Varric says curtly. He breaks into a jog, darting out from the alleyway back into the drizzling rain. "Let's go. Harding's up ahead. She'll get us to Dumat Plaza - then Neve will get us to Solas."

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(*) IDK if the locals have an in-game nickname for this thing but I am making the executive decision that Helena does. :D

#bjk plays datv #helena mercar #oh boy here we go :P #i'm already enjoying the personality that's coming together for helena tho :3

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fleet-off · 10 months ago

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fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love~<333333

Thank you for the ask, Yujeong! This took me a while to answer (I overthought the answers, as is my wont 😅), but it was so much fun.

A Close Shave

If running the razor down the side of Pete’s face felt intimate, the slick slide of blade against throat is something primal. Blood sings close to the surface, jugular an endless welling up, carotid a violent burst underneath. Drowning could not ease the pulse that sears through Vegas’s mind at the image—he suspects only one thing could. He could flick his wrist and end this. (He could nuzzle his face into the hollow of Pete’s neck and end this.)

In the safehouse, on the cusp of a transformation he cannot yet comprehend, Vegas shaves Pete’s face. Also a meditation on immolation and drowning. I struggle to compliment my own writing, but I think this fic has some of the best lines I’ve ever written. @sunshinesanctuary Dav did some devastating art for it, which made me cry heavily at the time and again whenever I think about it too hard (why are artists magic??).

a temporary abundance

Life used to be the means to a messy end, bodies tools given in service to a name larger than either of them. They are still learning what it means to live for living’s sake, to be made of flesh and openly want for all the things living flesh wants. It hurts because it matters. Such is living, and there is joy in being alive.

This little fic is more image than story—a golden moment of rest, Pete’s head in Vegas’s lap, and the recognition that the impermanence of stability makes it all the more precious. a temporary abundance was my first VP fic, and it has received some of my very favorite comments. It was how I met @theflowergirl Lily and my first interaction with @lu-sn lu.

Lapping at the Edges

There’s a kind of self-disgust you can find satisfaction in, narrow as the space between indignant inhale and resigned exhale. Ba, calling him a whore. The routine Vegas has straddled either side of: men much older than him, hungry for a taste of power, smiling through gritted teeth and sinking to their knees. His own knees, falling open as the world splits down its middle. Pete, frozen in the aftermath of a verbal blow. Inhale. Exhale.

Lapping at the Edges tormented me for ages—my evening of “drunk Vegas talks shit, asks to get hit” nonsense took two years to write after I trapped myself in an endless cycle of rewrites for chapter three. But ultimately, the struggle arose from my love for this story and the need to finish it right. I hope those who stuck around were satisfied by the ending. ❤️

won’t give up these ghosts

“Tell me what it’s like on the beach at night,” Vegas murmured as his head fell back onto Pete’s thighs. His mouth was a dark stain; his eyes were raptor-like. Pete caressed his head, searching for breath and words. “It’s like being the only stillness in the world,” he said at last. “The wet sand digs into your feet, and the sea is this massive moving thing you’re not a part of, and all you can see is water and sky and dark. And it sees you, but there’s nothing there to see of you. You’re safe. You’re—a void.”

All of my stories are in some sense about learning to live, but I suspect that message comes through clearest in this story, where Pete feigns death for the purpose of (nonsexual) funeral/body disposal roleplay. I love the contrast—lingering on death as an expression of the desire for life. (And Yujeong, I still often return to your comment on this one on hard days—it meant an awful lot to me.)

Passing Time

There are moments—too many, lately—when the tenderness presses heavy at the back of Vegas’s throat. Pete sits bright-eyed and pink-eared a mere breath away; he’s here, real and taking up space and confoundingly Pete and all, and when Vegas blinks he somehow continues to be. The weight of him dents his side of the couch and distorts the reindeer face on one of the Christmas-themed throw pillows.

It is a month—two, five, eight—since the world broke open and was remade in the shapes of what love is, and Vegas and Pete are still learning to live around the cracks. Writing in this kind of time-bound framework was a new challenge for me pacing-wise, and I think the result has some really lovely moments and lines. I wrote this fic as part of the 2023 KinnPorsche Big Bang, and was so fortunate to be paired with @kiiyuq yu, whose art for the piece is frankly the sort of thing that topples cities.

#asks #kinnporsche #vegaspete #fanfiction #thank you again for thinking of me yujeong! 💕

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