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4. attitude towards Andrastianism?

7. if they had to choose one person most important to them, who would that be?

Ahhhhh! Thank you for the ask! 💕💕💕 Love these questions 😊

Attitude towards Andrastianism?

Arianni Tabris: Could take it or leave it. She finds the whole doctrine quite hypocritical and isn't religious herself, but she's also not overly bothered by people who believe or by the existence of the Chantry as a whole. More annoyed than anything when they use it as an excuse to be assholes.

Aeryn Hawke: Aeryn believes, deep down, or at the very least wants to believe in the Maker and Andraste. After everything she's been through she's looking for some kind of meaning in the world and she envies those who have constant or easy time holding on to that belief/faith. She wants to be confident there's something more and that there's some greater meaning or workings at hand, but it's hard sometimes.

Eretria Lavellan: Eretria is not Andrastian in the slightest. She resents being named a prophet of a God that is not hers and the dismissal of her own faith. However, she can also appreciate the faithful, as she is also deeply faithful—or was but that's a complicated situation for her at the moment. She is honestly confused by some of the fallacies in their doctrine, but doesn't judge because faith doesn't require logic, however she actively dislikes the expansionist approach the religion has and the dismissal of other's faiths/religions/practices.

If they had to choose one person most important to them, who would that be?

Arianni Tabris: This is so hard because Arianni has two people I would choose, Shianni and Soris. They are both more siblings than cousins. If she was forced to pick it would be Shianni, only because of the similarities between them and how they were just a little bit closer because of that but it's a very fine line. She adored them both so much.

Aeryn Hawke: This is easy. It's Varric. He's her ride or die bestie, he has her back as much as she has his and they are just two peas in a pod. Not to mention, she loves the damn dwarven bastard with all her heart. She would tear the world asunder to protect him.

Eretria Lavellan: This is honestly so hard for Eretria, as where the story left off she's feeling very disconnected. Her Clan is all dead (although I'm thinking of changing that cos it hurts), the man she loved/loves destroyed her sense of identity and her faith, took her arm and abandoned her, and her companions see her as some kind of prophet and untouchable leader of a faith that is not hers. If she had to choose someone, I would say it's Cole. He sees her for who she is behind the title of Inquisitor, and since he became human she has become protective of him as he is somewhat like a little brother to her.

Omg I'm a little bit sad now. Jfc I'm a horrible God. I have destroyed these OCs lives. But seriously thanks for the ask, I've been thinking about them so much lately.

[elvencantation]

What is your headcanon for PrincessRover?

i have no idea where this question came from but i love it

i just- HONESTLY ITS NOT JUST GUYS?!?!

now im just gonna take the opportunity to bombard you with gifs

ok i rly need to go to bed now im getting all fuzzy. might add/edit tomorrow but i havent thought about these two in ages so i dont have any specific headcannons. though now maybe ill go read some fic, if anyone has any fix it recs lemme know

[fools-of-wna]

Hesperia 🍂, Mallory 💐, and/or Lauren 🥀

From this~!

Thanks for the ask! :3

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

Hesperia Osiris

Hesperia enjoys hugs from her siblings mostly, being the baby of the trio. However, those are basically reserved for her siblings only. She’s more comfortable acting childishly around them because they spoil her, but towards others she has different love languages, typically acts of service or gifts. She’s not against affection, but she’s not used to receiving such outside of her siblings given her messy family and the fact that she’s quite intimidating to others.

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Mallory Parnassus

Mallory does not take this well. She is wholly unused to it, given that her office hours back home are basically 24/7 as one of the major pillars of her hometown. She’s usually cared for by a servant here or there, but otherwise left alone to recover in peace, so she’s a terrible patient because she never allows herself to recover properly. She’s also not good at taking care of people because she panics far too much. While she is knowledgable about local remedies, she’s worried that any bad luck she might have will affect other people’s recovery, so she tends to stay away.

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Lauren Eretria

Lauren’s journal would be full of dry, pressed flowers and plants, as well as nature-themed stickers and other decorations. She doesn’t necessarily go all out in decorating her journal, but she likes making it simple and pretty. It’s pretty much a diary for her so she just writes about whatever in there, and likes to use green and pink pens for things she thinks are important.

Today I bumped into Neige from Royal Sword Academy. He was with his little dwarf friends and his smile shined so brightly in the afternoon sun…It’s no wonder he’s such a popular prince. Or perhaps elf-like would be more fitting? He looked ethereal…I’m a little curious about his friends though, one of them had heavy bangs and his ears were red, I wonder if he’s sick…

[kitsune024]

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Bucky and Steve's Excellent Adventure by blue_beans I Chapters: 48/48 I Completed Post-Avengers: Endgame Bucky Barnes is very suicidal for a good chunk of this, Sentient Infinity Stones, Fix-It fic, Action/Adventure, Time Travel, slow burn

Six months ago, Steve set out on a final mission to return the infinity stones to their proper timelines, and returned a minute later having lived out a life of peace and contentment with Peggy Carter in the past. He died in his sleep a few days later, surrounded by his friends. Or so Bucky assumes. He wouldn't know, he'd been busy being locked up on the Raft while the government decided whether or not to pardon him for the whole Winter Soldier thing. What with the court-mandated therapy and the constant surveillance by alphabet agencies and the crushing weight of his past, he's not sure if giving him a chance at "normal life" is more cruel than the alternative. But he's doing fine. Great, actually, so don't ask. He didn't have a nightmare. Especially not that strangely disturbing one about Steve... *** AKA I wanted to write the reverse time-heist and I'm still salty about Endgame. This is the result.

Seasons of War by eretria I Chapters 11/11 I Completed Friends to Lovers, World War II, war horrors, Dark

Chasing Bucky, always a step behind, Steve remembers the cycle of seasons that took him from the raw and naive young man to the Captain America who led the Howling Commandos into hell and, except for Bucky, out again. As his memories center on Bucky, one question haunts him: Is the Bucky he knew in the war the same one he knew before?

ampersand by kaydeefalls I Chapters 1/1 I one shot World War II, Friends to Lovers, the Winter Soldier started long before Bucky fell from the train

They've been steveandbucky since they were kids, but that ignores the parts of their lives that don't wrap around each other, that never did. (Bucky needs to figure out who he is, just him, with or without Steve.)

In Vain by kireteiru I Chapters 1/1 I one shot James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers(unrequited), Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Endgame, All hurt no comfort, not a fix it :(

"Nothing of the heart remains, Even if we could've stayed, We've been here long enough, Long enough to know it's all in vain. Everything we tried to say, Up until the final day, I guess we said enough, Said enough to know it's all in vain." _ "In Vain", Within Temptation (Resist) A choice was made, and now the world will bear its consequences.

i'm the furthest thing from heaven, but the closest to home by @buckyismybicycle I Chapters: 6/6 I Completed Guardian Angel Bucky, Identity Reveal, Canon Divergence, Memory Loss

When Steve loses Bucky in Kreischberg, he’s lost the only thing left he cares about. He crashes the Valkyrie into the Arctic, ready to be reunited with his love, but instead, he’s saved by an angel. Except this angel isn’t like the ones he’s read about — no, his angel is armed to the teeth and has wings the colour of blood and night. Yet, there’s something eerily familiar about this angel.

Good God, Let Me Give You My Life by @bellefyre I Chapters 6/6 I Completed Bucky/others, One-Sided Relationship, Non-Consensual Touching, rape, Hydra, Steve/Bucky is Endgame

5+1 meme, five people over the decades who fell in love with the Winter Soldier and died because of him and the one person the Winter Soldier loved and lived because of him.

How to Woo the Winter Soldier by @writeonclara I Chapters 6 /6 I Completed funny fic, gift giving, Steve falls for the Winter Soldier before finding out his Identity, Courting, Identity Reveal, Identity Porn, bad ideas

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said. “What,” Natasha said. “What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier. “Steve, no,” Clint groaned. Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

Ready to Comply by @exclamation I Chapters 31/31 I Completed Canon Divergence - Post-CA: The Winter Soldier, Dehumanization, Hurt/Comfort-But Mostly Hurt, Angst, Protective Steve Rogers

The asset's orders at the end of The Winter Soldier weren't to kill Captain America, but to capture him, so that he could be wiped and turned into another asset. The asset has succeeded in that mission, capturing its target and taking him back to the Hydra base. But the Hydra soldiers are dead, captured, or fled, so there is no one there to give the asset new orders. Alone with its captive, the asset has no instructions on how it is meant to act. But the more time it spends with its target, the more old protocols start to assert themselves, like the protocol that when that face is hurt and bleeding, the asset is supposed to clean away the blood.

From Grit to Pearl by @bluesimplicity73 I Chapters 38/38 I Completed Bucky & Rebecca Barnes, Bucky Recovering, Body Horror, BAMF Bucky, BAMF Rebecca Barnes, Angst, AU - Canon Divergence, Hydra

He does not have a name. He has been called many things over the years; a weapon, a ghost, HYDRA’s Fist, the Soldier, and from what they have told him his work has shaped the century. But he does not have a name. His name, like so many other things, has been taken from him, stolen. Forgotten. Until the day it is not, and remembering, he breaks free, killing his handler and making his escape in a desperate bid for freedom. Frightened, lost and hurt, he seeks out the last person in the world he can trust, his baby sister, now an almost eighty-year-old widow, somehow knowing she is the only one who can help him. It is a difficult journey, one filled with pain, tears, and things that should not be possible. But also with recovery and redemption, rebirth and miracles, family and hope. This story is a love letter between Bucky and his sister Rebecca, the world, and eventually his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, the boy he once loved. But ultimately, it is the love letter Bucky writes to himself, as he reclaims who he once was, discovers who he is now, builds a new life for himself and realizes he might, just might, be as strong, as beautiful, as precious as a pearl.

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Til the Sun Goes Down by @scyllaya I Part 1 - 2 I Bucky & Loki, Thor & Loki, Kid Loki

Stucky with Fanart

to memory now I can't recall by @etharei | Chapters: 16/16 I Completed Time Travel, World War II, Memory Loss, Identity Porn, Alien Technology The Good Monster by Taste_is_Sweet | Chapters: 2/2 | Completed Canon Divergence, Transformation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Harm despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by @praximeter | Chapters: 20/20 | Completed Non-Consensual Body Modification, Canon Divergence, Identity Reveal, Drug Withdrawal, Body Horror, identity Porn, American Sign Language The Second Labor by @aidaronan I Chapters: 18/18 I Completed wartime imagery and violence, pre-serum steve, Alternative Timeline, Psychological Torture, Medical Torture, AU - Canon Divergence

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Ipseity by @skyisgray I Part 1-3 I Completed Dissociative Identity Disorder, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Torture

[jeannereames]

Reading the Wikipedia articles of most Ptolemaic kings, there's a note right at the beginning: "Numbering the Ptolemies is a modern convention. Older sources may give a number one higher or lower. The most reliable way of determining which Ptolemy is being referred to in any given case is by epithet (e.g. "Philopator")".

I did not find a similar note in articles about the Argeads, Seleucids, or any other Hellenistic dynasty, for that matter, even if their members generally had epithets. This made me look into the list of Ancient Macedonian monarchs, as it occured to me that, besides Alexander the Great, I could not name a single pre-Alexander monarch with an epithet! The only ones I could find were Alexander I the Philhellene and Amyntas II the Little.

Hellenistic monarchs seem to have had all sorts of colorful epithets - Soter, Nicator, Epiphanes, Euergetes, Philopator. Even Macedonian kings had them, but most post-Alexander - Poliorketes, Gonatas, Keraunos. Is there a reason why the Macedonian monarchs from the Argead dynasty do not generally have epithets for which they are known?

Tl;dr answer: as the world widened and certain names became increasingly repetitive in ruling families, epithets were an easy way to separate them. The “numbering system” is recent and largely European. It was retrofitted to the medieval and ancient worlds when writing histories about these eras (and sometimes non-European regions too, such as Japan and China).

Epithets, or “nicknames,” became useful when identifying individuals outside their usual sphere of reference, especially if there might be more than one famous person from (say) Macedon named “Alexandros.��

Thus we get the most famous Alexander (III) Magnus/Megalexandros [the Great]/Alexandros ho Anikētos [the Undefeated], but also Alexandros (I) ho Philhellenas [the Philhellene]/Alexandros ho Khruseos [the Golden]. The first name listed for each is the one used by posterity, the latter was the name used in their own lifetime. So no, Alexander III was not called “the Great” until a while after his death. 😉

Identifying Individuals in Ancient Greece

We find a two- or three-tiered identification system:

Given Name

Father’s name in the genitive = [son/daughter] of ____ (patronymic)

Place of origin (also in the genitive = “of ____”)

The first two are all-but-universal, and the third is a common addition, but may be omitted in cases where the place of origin can be assumed. “Place of origin,” however, can vary. It may be a city-state/nation, or within a city-state, the phratry (clan) or tribe.

So, if you were to travel from, say, Eretria (on Euboia Island) to Athens, you’d identify yourself: Myron Apollodorou Eretrias = Myron, son of Apollodoros, of Eretria. You wouldn’t get specific about a phratry because you’re not home. Nobody cares.

Just like when I travel to Greece, I rarely say, “I’m from Omaha.” I usually just say, “I’m from the States,” and if they ask which state, I add “Nebraska”—which solicits confused looks. LOL If I were to begin with “I’m from Omaha,” they’d really be confused! It’s only inside the US that I say I’m from Omaha, Nebraska. Inside Omaha, I may give my neighborhood. So that’s a good referent as to how specific they might get, and under what circumstances.

Another fun fact: it was typical (if not absolute) for the first son to be named for his paternal grandfather, the second for his maternal grandfather, and then by various other male relatives. So, for instance, Perdikkas III, the first of Amyntas III’s sons to have a son, named the boy Amyntas. Ergo, Philip named Alexander for his elder brother, who didn’t live long enough to marry and procreate. Yet, again, it’s not absolute (unlike in Greece today); e.g., Demosthenes, son of Demosthenes; Aristobulos, son of Aristobulos … Alexander (IV), son of Alexander (III).

As for women, they’re identified by father or husband (or son or brother). It’s much rarer to see a place identifier, in part because women were assumed not to travel much. We get exceptions: the famous Aspasia, Perikles’s mistress, was identified (in Athens) as “from Miletos.” Also, in royal marriages. So, Olympias was daughter of Neoptolomos, of the Molossoi (ruling clan of Epiros): Olympias Neoptolomou Molossou.

When we get to these upper-class families, with their clan designations, we get closer to what, today, we’d call a “surname.”

Athens had several aristocratic clans, but the most famous/notorious were the Alkmeonidai, of which Kleisthenes, Perikles, Alkibiades, and Plato were all members (some via their mothers). Another Athenian example were the Philaidai (Miltiades and Kimon).

These aristocratic families took their name from a mythical forefather: e.g., Alkmaion, great-grandson of Nestor (yes, from the Iliad). This pattern was true all over Greece, not just Athens. These are largely the descendants of the old kings (basileis) and nobles (aristokratoi) of the Greek dark age/archaic age (e.g., Late Iron Age).

But in some areas, royal families persisted, such as Epiros, Macedon, and Sparta, who also kept the royal clan designation: Molossoi (Epiros), Temenidai (Macedon), Agiadai and Eurypontidai (Sparta). Thessaly’s main cities also has a semi-ruling royal family, such as the Aleuadai of Larissa, traditional allies of the Macedonian royal house.

While you’ll often see me refer to the Macedonian royal family as “Argeads,”* the clan name they’d have used was “Temenidai,” as they believed themselves to be descendants of Herakles (and thus, Zeus) through his great-great-grandson Temenos. Outside Macedonia, however, they’d use “Makedonon” (of Macedon). We find Alexander referred to on an ancient Roman bust (the Azara Herm) as Alexandros Philippou Makedonon

Non-royal Macedonians would use Patronymics (+ origin place), so Hephaistion is identified in Arrian as Hephaistion Amyntoros Pellais (Hephaistion, son of Amyntor, of Pella). Krateros, however, is identified only by his patronymic in our texts (the most common pattern), so we’re less clear on where he was from: Krateros Alexandrou (Orestidis?).

In the pre-Philip/Alexander era, it’s usually possible to untangle Macedonian kings by patronymic if employed, but even that doesn’t always work. The first Alexandros (I) was the son of an Amyntas and so was the second, Philip’s older brother. Fortunately, we find them referenced in such a way that we usually know who’s meant.

Usually.

Yet take the fragment from Anaximines (FGrH 72 F 4) that says simply “Alexandros” created the Pezhetairoi (Foot Companions).

Um… WHICH ONE?! Arguments have been made for Alexander I (Wrightson), Alexander II (Greenwalt), and Alexander III (various).

Welcome to the Wild, Wild West of ancient history. We write entire articles arguing “which Alexander” because the ancient sources didn’t identify him beyond a single name.

In any case, once Macedonia emerged onto the “world stage,” so to speak, it became critical to find better ways to identify the various Successor kings (Diadochi) of the Hellenistic era. All the more so as they frequently reused names (Ptolemies) or alternated (Seleukos/Antiochos). Ptolemy, son of Ptolemy, son of Ptolemy isn’t very meaningful! Epithets became an easy way to identify which Ptolemy.

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* “Argead” is a modern usage for reasons I won’t go into or it’s Rabbit Hole Time about the putative Greekness (from Argos) of the Macedonian royal family. Suffice to say Alexander would be mightily puzzled to be called an Argead.

[austinswhitewolf]

One of the Last Morrigan Pt. 9

Weekend is almost here everyone!! <3

You learned the young man’s name was Perk. He moved over to the cage-like door on the shallow cave and made quick work of getting rid of it with Wil’s help. When the creature steps out, you see she is a Roc. You take a few steps towards the creature while looking her over. She was beautiful and had a beautiful spirit. Wil spoke with Perk about having to find Amberle and Eretria and needing the four of you to get back together. The young man offers to take you and Wil on Genewen to look. With a grateful thanks, Wil helps you up behind Perk, then climbs on behind you. It is a little while before you spot a hole broken into the ground. With a quick low flyby it is found that this is where the two were. Wil grabs rope from Perk and quickly makes foot holds in it before swinging down off the back of Genewen down and into the opening. All you can really see is movement, the darkness down there was hard to see from out in the brightness of the day. When there was a tug on the rope, Genewen started to fly up, lifting the rope and the three out of the hole. It’s not until they are out of the hole and some other elf hunters are running out of the woods shooting their bows at you all, that you realize Eretria was not there. Once to a safe area, you land and Wil helps you off so that Perk can go take some flying sweeps trying to find if Eretria was taken with the elf hunters that you all escaped from. You stood next to Wil at the base of a grouping of trees, while Amberle kept watch for Perk and Genewen. Shifting on your feet, you lean into Wil’s side as the warmth of the sun is shining on you through the branches. Amberle starts to get more nervous and antsy, starting to pace. “It’s taking too long.” She says while moving over to you and Wil. 

“He’ll be back. You just got to be patient.” Wil said as he watched the Princess move around. “What do you have there?” You asked, seeing her hand gripped around something. She opened her fingers, showing three different shaped items that looked almost like stone and had numbers on them. 

“It’s just something I found inside.” She said handing them to you. “What is it?” Wil asked, reaching out and taking one from your hand to look at it. “It is some sort of game or something, I am not quite sure. They just caught my eye.” “Hey!” You heard Perk before you saw him as he was jogging over. You slipped the three blue shapes into your pocket.

“Any sign?” Amberle asked with worry on her face. “They packed her up and headed out quickly. I think they’re using the trees for cover. I’ve done half a dozen passes, and still nothing.” Perk spoke, looking between the three of you. “We need to go on foot.” Amberle said while Perk pulled a whistle out of his pocket. 

“Thank you Perk.” Wil spoke gently. “No, thank you. If you ever need me, use this whistle.” Perk said while holding a whistle out to Wil, who took it gently with a nod. With that the young man ran back to his Roc and they took off. “She’s out there alone.” “We’ll find her. I promise.” Wil responded to Amberle while sliding the whistle away.  She started off towards the area that Eretria and herself had fallen to start from there on foot. You followed after though for you it was not as fast as them. The fabric of the pants was rubbing against your hip and it was starting to hurt more and more. When you all got to the hole, you started to shed your boots, pants and shirt, dropping them into a pile at your feet. “I can’t continue on two feet. I need to shift if I am going to keep up with you two. I will be of better use in my other form as well.” You said as you took a step back from the clothing. Wil had turned from you the moment he saw what you were doing, the tips of his ears turning red. Amberle nodded and grabbed your clothing quickly and tied them into almost a pack themself and hooked it to her belt. You shifted and let out a breath as you took a moment to let your skin stretch and settle. You moved over to Wil’s side once the irritation died down mostly. With a nod Amberle took off into the woods, trying to find any type of tracks. There were some that she quickly found and then bolted off even faster, not even slowing down to weave through the underbrush. The tracks trailed off here and there until the seemed to disappear all together. You stayed right next to Wil the entire time, your gait so much more smooth and easy on your hip. “Amberle, wait up! Hey, wait!” Wil called out finally a little over an hour later as she had not once slowed down. 

“The last track we picked up was over a mile ago. Okay, we need to gain some ground before her trail goes cold.” 

“We need to rest.” He said, trying to keep his breathing even. He glanced at you, seeing you were even looking slightly out of breath and had to be tired. 

“We need to find Eretria.” Amberle said before turning and starting to jog off again. Wil let out a breath before moving after her and catching her elbow. 

“Amberle, stop.” 

“She thinks we ran off without her and that she's alone again. And I’m not gonna let that happen!” She pulled out of his grasp and started to move again. You shifted your ears away from her loud tone of voice. “Why are you yelling?” Wil asked.

“I don’t know!” 

“You feel guilty. I get it. So do I. But we can’t get distracted. We have a job to do here.” You shook your head, mane flipping from one side to the other at his words. Wrong thing to say to an upset woman. The look on her face showed just what you were thinking.

“How can you even say that!?” 

“You’re the one always saying we can’t let our feelings get in the way of our mission. You need to rest Amberle, so does she.” He said motioning to you, She looked over at you before looking back to Wil. “I’ll rest after I find Eretria.” With that she turned and took a few steps before you let out a sound at the same time Wil yelled at her to stop. She froze in her tracks. Wil had reached out to catch her but she had stopped without him needing to. He looked down at her feet, her eyes moving there as well. He glanced along the vines and then followed them up to a hanging cage that was ready to drop when tripped over. 

“Probably trolls. Eritrea told me to expect traps out here.” He murmured while you took a few steps up and knocked a larger chunk of branch forwards and onto the vines, setting the trap off. The cage came crashing down and the edges buried into the ground at the weight of it. 

Wil sighed and turned back to Amberle, you turning to them as well. “We will do anything to find her. But if we want to make it out of these woods alive, we need to be careful. We rest, then we eat. And then, then we keep looking.” Amberle finally gave in and nodded her head. 

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The three of you had found a small spot and Wil made a small fire to eat and rest by, at the base of one of those sentinel statues. While Wil was making the fire, Amberle moved around, gathering items to cook over the fire. You stood silently by Wil the entire time, head lowered as you rested and closed your eyes. Once he had the fire going, he sat there and ran his hand over your nose and cheek, soothing not only you but himself with the motions. You only shifted your weight on your hooves when Amberle stepped back into camp and set some food to cook down near the fire. It wasn’t long before she had the food over the fire on skinny sticks. 

The crackling of the fire and sound of the birds in nearby trees lulled you into a doze. Your muscles jumped slightly at hearing Wil ask about the statues and Amberle responding. “Sorry.” He murmured to you, continuing to run his hand over your nose and cheek. You gave in and slowly laid down, back against Wil’s side as you listened to Amberle continue to explain the status. Wil leaned back against you, laying his arm over your back and taking a stick with the food from Amberle once it was cooked. You gave a soft nicker when Wil took the third stick and pulled everything off one at a time once it had cooled a little bit and held a piece in his hand for you to eat while he munched on his. Amberle sat on the other side of the fire. Her eyes were full of pain and sorrow at watching the two of you. She needed to get Eretria and make sure she was okay. Her feelings for the Rover had grown exponentially over the last few days. She could even venture to say it was close to love. 

Wil finished his food quickly and then once you were done as well, he laid his head on your back, arm once again over your back as well. Your strong heartbeat was soothing something deep inside of him. 

Just as you were starting to doze off again, you heard a clang and a man grunt. You shifted anxiously and once Wil had jumped up, you did the same. The three of you silently moved into the trees to see what had caused the noise.

[theserenityinviolence]

The Shannara Chronicles.

Look, I know. I know. The show sucked big time, it was terrible, there was so many things wrong with it (I am not going to list it because I vaguely remember thinking of all the things wrong with it while I was watching it so do not ask me for examples-) but for some reason I love it. Did so while watching it, do so currently. Will and Eretria (is that how it's spelt-) and Amberle own pieces of my heart and it shall forever remain this way. Unfortunately, I have not been able to get my hands on the books but I will- One day- I shan't rest until I do. I was just sitting and randomly remembered the show and obviously had to make a Tumblr post about it because uh- what else must I do with my thoughts-

[bxrn-thc-pxgcs]

Why would you even bother with him, anyways? James is a lost cause, always has been. Good for nothing sailor who abandons everyone who's ever entered his life. What makes you think you're any different to him?

Tayen slowly leaned back, looking over at the others. Eretria cracked her knuckles. Mackenzie snorted, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Cass and Liam looked at each other and nodded. Then the whole group lifted their hands, playing a quick round of rock, paper, scissors.

"You always win!" Cass whined at Liam and Tayen. Liam smirked, gesturing to Tayen first.

Tayen cleared her throat. "Now, maybe, just maybe, it's the fact that uh, one, all of us know to accept that people leave sometimes. Two, he knows too much, therefore we're never letting him leave even if he tries. And three," she held up her hands, "hi, he saved my life, he's not allowed to go anywhere after that, because he knows I'd just follow his stupid ass."

"He also can't leave me for very long," Liam said, holding up his hand. "Hi, wolfblood. I imprinted, mate, which means he's stuck with me whether he likes it or not. Which also means that he's my brother now."

"Which all boils down to you seriously screwing up," the group said in unison.

"He's not a lost cause," Cass said.

"And he's not good for nothing," Mackenzie added.

"Because he's our friend," Eretria nodded.

"We've all helped him through shit," Liam continued.

"And he's helped us through shit," Tayen finished.

"Which means that he's not going anywhere, and neither are any of us," they said, once more in complete, perfect unison.

[bxrn-thc-pagcs]

Tags: Eretria

[fade-and-loathing-in-thedas]

(art by @needlesslycryptic)

Okay as my canon world state stands atm we have:

Arianni Tabris, a dual wielding warrior and city elf. She died saving the world from the 5th Blight. She was brash, vengeful, sarcastic, and the type to hit first and ask questions later. She romanced Zevran and put Alistair on the throne, cos he's the only shem to earn her trust (he's an idiot but he's hers).

Aeryn Hawke, a dual wielding rogue and purple Hawke. She just wanted common and uneventful life with friends and family, she got none of that. She uses humor to hide her feelings and is adorably charming cos of her general awkwardness. She is also the clumsiest rogue you'll ever meet. She is in love with her best friend, Varric, and didn't pursue any other romance. She survived the fade and traveled to Weisshaupt.

Eretria Lavellan, a dual wielding rogue and proud Dalish scout for her Clan. She is calm and introspective, with a strong sense of identity and an iron will behind her diplomatic presentation. She took on the role of Inquisitor, but challenged anyone called her the Herald of Andraste (she was Dalish and believed wholly in her Gods). She romanced Solas and fell deeply in love with him. His betrayal, the revelation about her Gods, and his plans broke her but she is adamant she can save him.

I of course reserve the right to change my mind when the game comes out and I get more info lol but atm I'm swinging between these four ideas and I want to focus my attention.

[untxld-stxries]

🗝 (Eretria)

"Eris once dragged me out of the house and all the way down to the Plutonian Villa. By my hair. And all she wanted to do was complain to her uncle about how annoying and weak I was, and what a disappointment I was guaranteed to be because all I was going to be good for was leeching off other people."

[fools-of-wna]

👁‍🗨 Pick any oc of your choice! - anunluckyrabbit

Thanks for the ask! :3c @anunluckyrabbit

Lauren is absolutely terrified of Mason. Every time she sees him in the distance she just bolts screaming in fear. She can maybe admire how true he is to himself in hindsight, but otherwise she’s just “no!”

Dorothea is probably well acquainted with Sienna, not in a good way though, obviously, with her penchant of getting into trouble both voluntarily and involuntarily. She’s very laidback and peppy every time she comes into the infirmary. She calls Sienna “Miss Sienna” or “Miss Si”, and likes chatting her ear off if there’s no one else in the infirmary and the nurse isn’t busy with other tasks.

[bluearrow126]

I am lovin all the Eretria posts yo. Even though the show had its questionable plot lines, we got a badass Ivana in a dope outfit

Exactly!! I’m rewatching it right now and just skipping over most of the stuff and mainly watching the Eretria scenes lmao

She was so awesome I miss herrrr 😭

[obisamya]

Omg, you gif Shannara?! Eretria is my FAVE... would you be willing to do some gifs of her?

love her, but no!

[austinswhitewolf]

One of the Last Morrigan Pt. 8

Thanks for all the love on this story! <3

You feel someone shake your shoulder, your head is pounding and you groan softly. 

Wil says your name softly, giving your shoulder another gentle shake. Slowly opening your eyes, you see Wil kneeling over you, the girl standing behind him. When you see her, you quickly scramble to pull Wil away from her. Once he realizes what you are doing, he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, she is coming with us. She wants to be free of this place.” The truth in his eyes calms you quite a bit and you nod. “Where are the others?” You ask softly, eyes moving around and not seeing anyone else. “They are being held in a different room. We need to get them.” Wil tells you the plan as he unties you. Mag guides you out and to the room where the others are. She leaves to cause a distraction while Wil unties the other three. Once done, you all move to the door Meg pointed out and when Wil is able to push the door open, Eretria and Crispin rush into the room and knock down the elf. Wil moves over to Amberle and works on freeing her. Eretria moves over to Amberle and gives her a hug, pulling back only to kiss her. Wil turns to Mag. “You’re safe now, but we need to go. You know a way out of here?” She nods, taking his hand and leading the way. In the bathing room, she points to one of the large fabric tapestries. Wil pulls it down, and goes to open it. An arrow landing in the wood just beside his head stops everyone. 

“How is he still alive?” You ask out when you see the elf redrawing his crossbow to fire again. 

When he tells Mag to go over to him, Wil guides her behind him. 

“She’s coming with us!” “They’re taking me to a new home.” Mag says to the guy. “This is your home! You did this. You poisoned her with your lies! Made her into a deceitful mongrel, like you!” He shoots the bolt at Wil, Mag moving in the way to block him and gets hit in the back. She collapsed into Wil’s arms. You help Wil guide her to the ground, his face showing everything he was feeling in that moment. He pulls the bolt from her back before fully laying her down. 

Amberle rushed over and stabbed her sword through the elf’s stomach, killing him this time. 

“She’s dead.” He almost whimpers out. Your heart breaks for him and for the girl who would have finally had a life, be a kid. You help Wil move her over to the side, laying her on the tapestry on the ground. As he moved her hand, he noticed something clenched in her fingers. It was his mothers seashell. A small smile forms on his face and you brush a few strands of hair off her face. “We have to go.” Amberle steps over and says softly to the two of you. Wil nods and closes Mag’s fingers back around the shell. You stand up after giving her wrist a soft squeeze for giving her life for Wil’s. You would leave an offering for her spirit when you had a moment. Both of you move over to the doorway when a loud growl fills the air. Turning around, everyone sees the demon from the previous day. Crispin tells you to get Amberle out of there, that he would be right behind you. You turn back around and see both Rovers are gone already. The three of you hurry down the hallway of the exit. Getting outside, you see Cephelo on the other side of the gorge and Eretria waiting for you guys. When she sees you, she shifts the bar she was holding that was connected to a line across it. 

All four of you grab hold of it and get ready to go across. As you start to push off, Wil faces backwards, the Demon coming out of the tunnel. It hooks its ax over the cable and starts to follow you. When that happens, you all get stopped in the middle of the line. 

“Just… Die ALREADY!” Wil shouts out, the elf stones glowing in his hand. A wave of blue bursts from his fist towards the demon. Suddenly, you are all falling. Your stomach is in your throat as you reach out, trying to find hold of any of the others. The last thing you know is a hard splash into water. 

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When you regain consciousness, you are on the bank of a river. With a groan, you roll over and get your bearings. Twenty or so minutes later, you are on your feet looking around, calling out for Wil, Amberle and Eretria. Searching for a good twenty minutes, you start to hear voices. When you finally see that it isn’t anyone you know, you watch them to try to figure out who they are. It’s not long before you realize they are elf hunters. You quickly look around you for a place to hide, and when you don’t see anything, you realize you are going to need to shift. It will hurt like hell and possibly reopen the wound on your hip but they wouldn’t know who you are at least. Taking a few deep breaths, you back up just out of sight and shift. With a groan, you turn your head, seeing that at least it didn’t open back up, but it was scabbed over and when you moved a few steps, it hurt to move. A minute or so later, the two men came around the bend in the river and when they spotted you, their eyes grew wide. 

“If we can catch it, we could sell it along with that elf’s mount.” Before you can turn and try to take off, they are close enough that they get a rope around your neck and then your nose. It hurts too much to rear or try to fight them right now so you just let them lead the way. If you could just get a few hours to rest from the harsh fall and river ride, you could get your strength and get away from them. 

It was slow going, limping as they guided you back to their camp. They tied you up to a large wagon near a large rock formation that was hollow inside and had a cage style covering over it. You let your head hang low, eyes closing as you listened to everything going on around you. 

It was maybe a half hour later that a woman and man came marching into the camp. When she held a sword aloft that was familiar to you, you listened closely to what she was saying. Amberle and Eretria were alive and had managed to get away from these elf hunters. That was a good thing. 

You looked around as she spoke about doubling the reward for whoever brought Amberle's head to her, and you caught sight of two blond’s behind a log. Had you not been looking at the exact moment you would not have seen the slight movement. Tossing your head up as high as you could, you let out a short nicker when you caught Wil’s eyes. When you saw him motion to keep low, you bobbed your head before shifting your weight slightly and lowered your head again and tried to relax. All but one guy races out of the camp, all yelling and shouting excitedly. It is only a minute or two of silence before you hear a voice talking about his ear. You opened your eyes once more and looked behind you seeing the young man was tall and very skinny. Stupidly he tried to go up against the man that had to be twice his muscle mass. It was a good thing Wil wasn’t far behind him as he was thrown to the ground like a twig. Just as the man went to cut his ear off, Wil had Amberle’s sword against his neck. You watched as the events unfolded leading to the young man cutting the elf hunters throat. You let out a horrified sound and took a few steps back, the rope tying you up pulled taught. The look on WIl’s face showed the same shock you were feeling. You give the rope a few tugs trying to loosen it, though all you do is tighten it around your head. The sound must have pulled Wil from his shock as he is at your side in moments. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you.” He murmured while guiding your head down a little before slipping the rope over your ears and off your head before dropping it. He shifted to the side and moved to your back hip, looking at the scabbing. “I’m glad it didn’t get worse from the fall.” You shift back, hissing at the slight pain in your hip. Wil slid his arm around your lower back to help steady you. With his help, you moved closer to the wagon and grabbed an outfit to put on. There were many random things in the wagon besides some clothing, but you were just happy to have something to wear. 

It was only a minute or two and a very red faced Wil, until you were dressed. 

[opalsiren]

you know what? eretria and lyria are ICONS and ill tell you why

i was sorta :/ @ the shannara writers at the start bc lyria seemed to personify the Promiscuous Unfaithful Bi Woman trope. like tamlin told eretria that her daughter had had several previous love interests whom she treated the exact same way, even going so far as to quote lyria word for word and tell eretria that she was nothing more than a phase. it was suggested that lyria could never truly be faithful to eretria, at least not until someone else came into the picture

but then the writers COMPLETELY turned that on its head. lyria was faithful only to eretria throughout, prioritised her safety and comfort, respected her boundaries, constantly spoke about her with utmost admiration when she wasnt around, loved her wholly and unconditionally, and ultimately promised to wait for her until she returned to leah. lyria’s relationshup with eretria was not borne out of deceit, escapism, or boredom, rather of commitment, respect, trust, and pure love which is. beyond amazing to see represented in an f/f interracial relationship

also? f/f interracial relationships in media tend to feature the Princess/Knight dichotomy in which the white woman is portrayed as pure, helpless, and beautiful, needing to be saved by the brutish, violent, lionhearted woman of colour. the woc will undertake physical and emotional labour for the sake of the white woman, who rarely if ever reciprocates to the same extent. again this trope was completely subverted. lyria is softhearted but undeniably strong, the princess to eretria’s fierce, lionhearted fighter. they stand on equal footing at all times, however, and neither position is elevated above the other

honestly? they are the bi rep we deserve. lyretria is endgame and i love them with all my heart