#fergus quill

[burlveneer-music]

Ferg's Imaginary Big Band - s/t LP - from Leeds, Fergus Quill’s outfit in their debut release

After years of Ferg’s Imaginary Big Band gracing stages around Leeds that aren’t quite big enough, they finally got into a studio, not quite big enough, on the 23rd and 24th of February 22’, to record over 25 pieces of music: A wild variety of Ferg’s originals, Beatles tunes, free improvisations, spoken word, sung songs, cover songs, card game songs, made up in a morning songs, outro songs… The problem is you can only fit so many songs on a piece of 12” Vinyl. After much deliberation Ferg and the Imagineers whittled 25 down to 9. The selected 9 are a snapshot of the varied and ever changing songbook of the band. The music itself is born out of a fertile period of composition where Ferg was writing at very least a tune a day, many of which made their way into The Big Band’s book in time for those two cosmic days. That recording session is the only time and place some of these arrangements will be played, and as such serves as a high definition snapshot of the band at that time. Written, recorded, mixed and mastered in Leeds, pressed in Middlesbrough… Untouched by the South, this record will surely join the long history of weird and excellent music churned out by the cultural Northern Powerhouse, set to take the Nation’s Jazz lovers by storm. The band hope for this to be the first of many records to come featuring many more musicians and tunes, both real and imaginary...

[stuffeddrawer]

Love is Stored in the Magic Ring

Rating: Mature TW: Character Death, alcohol Fandom: Dragon Age Word Count: 1844 AN: I swear I was in a daze and a fever at the same time writing this, but it felt so good to get this angst out of my system

MDNI

⁽ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵈᶦᵛᶦᵈᵉʳ ⁻ ᵃˢᵐᵒᵈᵉᵘˢ⁻ᵖˢᵈ⁾

Gaius knew when he was only twenty-one years old that he was going to die young.

Gaius knew the first Calling was false, but it didn’t stop his panic any. He was angry that they’d all been fooled, angry that the Wardens were led to believe that their death was just around the corner. He believed himself to be safe when Corypheus died. He grew fat and complacent, aiding new Grey Wardens, training them, teaching them as best as he could.

He didn’t say at Amaranthine. He didn’t go back to Weisshaupt like he was called to do so. Because he’d ended the Blight, with just two Wardens, and no deaths, he requested he remained in Southern Thedas, at Adamant, ensuring history didn’t repeat itself. He was aware of the internal conflict going on with the Wardens in the Anderfels, but he’d already done his service – he’d already saved the world - twice. He didn’t dare get involved in a third war. Gaius felt he was too old for another one.

He still remembered all Morrigan told him, still felt her touch, still felt her gaze on his. Even though she was gone from here, that she’d disappeared again with his son, Gaius knew she was still keeping tabs on him. The magic the ring she’d given him years ago (it feels like a lifetime ago, now) was still potent and active, still told Morrigan where he was, and he didn’t dare take it off.

It was a comfort, something he twisted between his fingers when the Calling started again. He focused on it, on the magic inside, on Morrigan’s magic. He took it off the necklace, wearing it properly like he had so long ago.

Morrigan’s ring was a balm, something he rubbed between his fingers when the Calling was screaming in his mind, when all he could think about was that damn song, when he felt like tearing his ears off just wasn’t enough. He felt ghoulish on a good day, and downright monstrous on a bad one. Every joint ached and hurt, but the Calling – oh, the Calling. It was like a thousand voices whispering in his ears, telling him to go left, right, jump, turn around, swing, dodge, roll, go left, over and over again. He felt like he was going mad – did Duncan feel like this, right before the end?

He took quill to paper, one last time, writing two letters, one to Morrigan, wherever she was, if she found his corpse or if he saw her on his way to the Deep Roads, and the other to Fergus, explaining his demise. He thought of Shale and Wynne, wondering if he’d see them again, wondering if he’d be able to have a final conversation with Wynne or if he’d be able to gift Shale another pet rock. He sighed happily at the thought of Zevran and Leliana and Oghren, the times they shared so long ago, the times he and Zevran had gotten drunk enough after the Blight had ended that they were still drunk the next morning, the times Leliana had him laughing so hard he fell and couldn’t stop snorting, the times Gaius walked away with more bruises than before when he trained against Oghren. Finally, he remembered every single fond time and moment with Alistair and Morrigan, cherishing each and every single word, every single stolen glance and kiss with Morrigan, every single breathless sigh. He cherished every single deep conversation he and Alistair had, remembering how they helped each other heal from the trauma they were forced to endure. He missed them all. He knew Alistair had perished during his time with the Inquisition, knew Wynne had died well before, and likely Shale with her. Leliana was the Divine, and in his opinion, doing a damn good job at doing it, Ohgren was on borrowed time like himself.

Gaius decided to write a letter to Zevran, knowing exactly where the old crow was, and explained that by the time he’d gotten his letter, Gaius had died, but he didn’t go without fond memories. Gaius and Zevran were closer than two peas in a pod during the Blight, the both of them looking at each other after it all and realising that they’d made it, that they actually lived.

The letters to Fergus and Zevran were sent, and the one to Morrigan was on his chest, next to his ring. The letter was still on his chest, even as darkspawn ravaged his corpse, taking the shiny things, even the ring she’d given him years ago, its magic as potent as ever and letting her know that not only had Gaius died, but that someone had stolen the ring from his corpse.

Morrigan was in the Deep Roads not long after, anguish tearing at her heart in a way she didn’t understand. She knew people died, they all died, everyone died, in the end. Even her own mother. Not a single one did she shed a tear, but for Gaius? She would have torn the world asunder for him, if she had the power. Instead, she’d give him the sendoff a hero like him deserved.

Morrigan, Hi, lovie. I’m sorry you had to find me this way. I would have tried to find you earlier, but you’re damn near impossible to find if you want to remain hidden. That or I’m blind in my old age. The Calling – the real Calling – it’s terrifying. I felt like I went mad, hearing voices that were both there and not. Call me a fool like you always did, but that ring you gave me ages ago was the only thing keeping me sane. Or held on to whatever was left – never really was sane after all the shit we’ve been through. I know we fought a lot, over tiny things, over Kieran, over letting you go. But I hope you know that I never once stopped loving you. My heart had always belonged to you. I would have given everything up to see you again, to remind you just how much I love you and Kieran. I wish I made a different choice, to follow you into that eluvian ages ago, rather than follow my stupid sense of duty. I wish I helped you raise Kieran, helped you remain safe and hidden. I wish I did a lot of things differently, but… It's weird to say that I’m… I’m happy with the way things have turned out. In the end, I gave my heart to you and that, my love, my heart, my everything, is the one thing I never once regretted. I love you more than there are stars in the sky. Gaius.

Morrigan raged when she saw that a darkspawn stole the ring from his corpse, that another was using the sword he always used. Its glow was dim and the power faded, but it was still sharp as the day it was forged. The ring was covered in darkspawn spume, guts, and gore, but it was back on Gaius’ finger, his sword back in his hand.

Morrigan hated how her vision was so cloudy and blurry with tears, hated how it felt like such a large piece of her was missing. Seeing his lifeless body, glazed eyes and hollow cheeks was a shock. His hands were stiff and cold, not nimble and warm like they used to be. Oh, she’d give anything to have him back.

She brought his corpse back to the surface, not giving a damn about the old and ruined Grey Warden armour littering the place. She knew this was where most of the Grey Wardens died when they heard the Calling. She knew this was where Gaius was going to go.

Morrigan knew the perfect place to bring him, to let this dog-scented country know that its saviour was dead, and died protecting it. She wouldn’t let his body rot with the others down there, damn tradition. This man was her heart, and she wouldn’t let him rot.

The pyre was grand, bright, brighter than the lighthouses at Castle Cousland. As the fire burned brighter, more and more lights in the castle lit up, curious as to why a lone fire was so big and bright, wondering why tonight, of all nights, there was something so big. No one was attacking, no one was fighting, yet Teyrn Fergus Cousland wept as he clutched the letter Gaius sent him.

His cries were soft, but heart wrenching. He should have died before Gaius – if he’d have just fought harder, in the Korcari Wilds, if he’d have just done something different, listened to Gaius when he said that leaving seemed like a bad idea.

All Fergus could do was cry as he watched the pyre from afar, knowing that his baby brother had died.

Time had passed, and the funeral pyre had long since gone out, the timber ash, but Zevran made his return to Ferelden, his hair white with age, body aching and sore and tired from years and years of running and fighting, but he was far too stubborn to stop.

When he’d received Gaius’ letter back then, he broke into tears. The friends he’d made, the family he found for himself – most of them had died, if not all of them. Zevran felt as though he, Leliana, and Morrigan were the only ones left alive, at least until he saw Morrigan’s telltale jewellery on her body, leaning against the same pyre, letting herself go the moment she’d laid Gaius to rest. The world was cruel, taking bright lights like Alistair and Gaius and Morrigan from him, the Maker was cruel for making them His punching bag.

He stood in front of the old funeral pyre, wondering if this was where Gaius had been given a proper sendoff, when his thoughts were silenced the moment he saw the ring Gaius always wore – the same ring Morrigan gave him forever ago.

Like an actual crow, Zevran was drawn to shiny things, but this shiny thing, this one particular shiny thing, Zevran refused to take. This was Gaius’.

“I’m sorry it’s been such a long time, old friend.” Zevran spoke, his voice raspy and shaky, but still Zevran. He saw the bare edges of Gaius’ sword in the rubble, its glow gone and edges dull, power vacant, but it was still a gorgeous sword. He took it from the rubble, thrusting it into the soft earth at the base of the pyre and next to Morrigan. Fereldans would know that this was where their hero was laid to rest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see you off.”

He sighed, leaning against the old, burnt wood, letting his aching limbs rest for a moment or two, sitting on the other side of the sword.

“But I am glad I was part of the journey that brought you this freedom.” Zevran whispered, closing his eyes and relaxing, finally relaxing, letting his worries and stress and anger slip away.

“Rest easy, Gaius Cousland, hero of Ferelden.”

[seigephoenix]

How about M!Warden/Zevran and quiet, cozy nights for dadwc :D

Happy Friday! For @dadrunkwriting. Here is Malcolm Cousland x Zevran for a quiet night. Zevran actually being a sweet, thoughtful partner. Malcolm being his adorably goofy self. Nice to see a Hero of Ferelden that doesn't take themselves so seriously.

Content Warning: cozy, sweet, a tad bit sad in some parts especially near the end but not "crying buckets sad" Length: ~1.2k words

Malcolm looked out the window that faced the courtyard in Highever castle and smiled as he saw the hustle and bustle winding down for the day.  He’d stayed on to help Fergus rebuild their home and then he was going on his own quest.  Ferelden had a band of Wardens again and Vigil’s Keep ran smoothly even when he wasn’t there.  Malcolm had to search for a cure.  He couldn’t tolerate the thought that he would leave Zevran before they were both old and gray.

Malcolm spotted a familiar head of blond headed towards a merchant and was curious.  What did Zevran need a merchant for?  Malcolm pressed his face against the glass, and he debated asking Fergus about the merchant.  His older brother was so lovingly exasperated with him and it showed.  Andraste’s tits, just be direct Malcolm.  No need to jump through a million different hoops to arrive at a destination three feet away.  Malcolm knew it was easy for Fergus, but his tongue decided to tie itself into a knot anytime he wanted to ask or say something so direct.  The fear of rejection or being ridiculed was choking at times.  So, Malcolm preferred to wait until someone decided to tell him on their own.  Except, the curiosity was eating him up inside.

“Just go and ask for Maker’s sake.” Fergus huffed from his desk.  “You are going to be the one to explain why there are smudges on my window.  I’ll not take the tongue lashing for you this time.”  Malcolm glared over his shoulder at his older brother before returning his attention to the courtyard, but Zevran was already gone.  His shoulders slumped and Fergus rolled his eyes.  He absolutely tried his best to be encouraging to Malcolm, but his brother was trapped within a reality of his own making.

“Where are you going?” Malcolm asked when Fergus stood.

“Now that is none of your business baby brother.”  Malcolm swatted at his hand when Fergus poked his forehead.  They were opposite in their coloring; Fergus took after their father while Malcolm favored their mother’s side of the family.  Fergus disappeared through the door and Malcolm quietly mocked his older brother.  “I heard that.”  Malcolm froze at those words but shook his head.  Brothers.

That Evening

Malcolm studied his correspondence with Vigil’s Keep.  Nathaniel was making excellent progress with growing their numbers and influence.  He had thought it prudent to leave Nathaniel there as he was still a Howe.  Despite what happened during the Blight, many people still looked up to and respected the Howe name.  He looked up as the door opened and Zevran slipped in holding a bottle of wine and a small bundle tucked under his arm.

“You’re awake.  Good.” Zevran smiled as he set the bottle down by the end table beside the fireplace.  “I do not think I will ever get used to such luxury.”  He settled down on the soft carpet next to the roaring fire.

“Truly?  Seems it suits you just fine.” Zevran smiled from position and stretched with a slight arch to his back.  Malcolm followed the movements before setting his eyes back on the papers.  Nathaniel would team up with the steward at Vigil’s Keep and then he’d never hear the end of it.  “I’m almost done.  I’m sorry Zev.  I put this off as long as I could.”

“You’re overworking yourself again.  Come and sit by the fire with me.”  Zevran stretched his hand towards Malcolm.  “Simply tell your steward that you were seduced into spending the night with a handsome devil.”  Malcolm chuckled as he set his quill down and joined Zevran on the rug.  Zevran shifted until his head rested on Malcolm’s thigh.

“I’d give the poor man an apoplectic fit if I told him what I was truly getting up to.” Malcolm smiled when Zevran’s hand reached up to tangle in his hair.  Hair that he’d had to crop short after the battle with the Archdemon, but he was slowly growing it back out.  He missed the feel of Zevran’s fingers running along his scalp.

“Seems to me that the man could do with a bit more excitement.”  He tugged until their lips met in a tender kiss with just a trace of heat.  “I do love you.”  Malcolm felt his heart stutter and melt at the words.  Words he knew were never easily spoken, words he’d once thought he’d never hear.  Their road wasn’t smooth by any stretch of the imagination.  Two broken people, scared of the word and emotion, coming together to find each other.  In a time scattered with war and rife.

“And I you.  More than anything.” Malcolm gently laid his lips on Zevran’s forehead, savoring the faint scent of leather and a smell that reminded him of sultry summer nights and exotic wares on the market.  Malcolm slowly lifted his head and smiled down at Zevran.  He jerked back in shock when Zevran bolted upright.

“I almost forgot!”  Malcolm released a shaky breath as Zevran popped to his feet and grabbed the wrapped package off the table.  It wasn’t big, which was intriguing enough, but the shape of the gift was square.

“What is this?” Malcolm asked when Zevran handed it over to him.

“Happy birthday my love.”  Malcolm stared at him in disbelief.  “Did you truly forget your birthday?”

“I.  I guess I did.  I never really bothered with my birthday, it’s just another ordinary day to me.” Malcolm murmured as he ran his fingers over the front of the package.

“Well, no longer.  I intend to make sure you enjoy every birthday going forward.  Now please, I want you to open it.”  Zevran placed his hand on the wrapping paper and Malcolm chuckled.

“Alright, alright.  I’ll open it.”  The paper fell away, and the breath lodged in Malcolm’s throat.  His family stared back at him from the canvas.  He traced his mother’s lips up to the curled buns at the back of her head.  Bryce stood beside her with a dignified smile on his face.  He saw himself and Fergus there beside them and…

“Oren.” Malcolm choked on the hiccup that disguised his sobs.  His baby nephew.  A truly innocent victim in Arl How’s mad ambitions.  His death tore Malcolm to shreds with guilt.  He’d promised the boy that he’d train him on the sword starting the day after.  “How?”  Malcolm looked up at Zevran with eyes wet from tears.

“There were a few portraits that remained unharmed throughout the years.  I also hired an artist that knew your family quite well.”  Zevran reached out and brushed the tears off his cheeks.  “I did not mean for my gift to upset you.”

“I’m not upset, not really.  You gave a piece of my family back to me.  A piece I thought had long been lost.” Malcolm whispered as he stared down at the portrait in his hands.  Zevran sat beside him as he set the painting against the table.  “After Howe set fire to the castle, we didn’t think any paintings survived.  This means the world to me Zevran.  Thank you.”  Zevran smiled at him and offered a glass of wine to him.

“Shall we toast to a glorious birthday?  I’ll give you your other present tonight.”  Malcolm choked on the wine as unbridled thoughts came to his mind given that sultry tone of voice.  Zevran merely chuckled and gave him that mysterious smile that told Malcolm he did it on purpose.  The man lived to torment him like that.

[dunbonnets]

a COMPLETE MASTERLIST of all the fanfiction original characters created by DUNBONNETS, what fandom/fanfiction/series they belong to, their ships, and where you can find edits specifically made for them.

sonja smith from of dreams and freedom, an attack on titan fanfic. ( armin arlert ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

sayuri kameda from gilded lily, a demon slayer fanfic. ( giyuu tomioka ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

misaki kobayashi from blood red sun, a demon slayer fanfic. ( tanjiro kamado ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

brian randall-fraser from deep heart's core // the sands of time saga, an outlander fanfic series. ( oc pairing ) ✶ character tag. ship tag. ship tag.

reiko matsuda from until i found you, a demon slayer fanfic. ( inosuke hashibira ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

vetra stormont from weather the storm, a black clover fanfic. ( finral roulacase ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

reva nebbia from electric love, a black clover fanfic. ( luck voltia ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

moira hawethorne from deep heart's core // the sands of time saga, an outlander fanfic series. ( oc pairing ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

katherine johanson from deep heart's core // the sands of time saga, an outlander fanfic series. ( oc pairing ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

marjorie graham from where the heart is, an outlander fanfic. ( fergus fraser ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

lady juliette lockhart from steel magnolia // love is a garden series, a bridgerton fanfic series. ( anthony bridgerton ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

lord ambrose bridgerton from paper rings // a series of love stories, a bridgerton fanfic series. ( oc pairing ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

lady clara whittemore from paper rings // a series of love stories, a bridgerton fanfic series ( oc pairing ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

zakaria zatara from mystical bond // the divine justice saga, a young justice fanfic series. ( conner kent ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

zeppelin zatara from mystical bond // the divine justice saga, a young justice fanfic series. ( cassandra sandsmark ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

giovanna zatara from mystical bond // the divine justice saga, a young justice fanfic series. ( oc pairing ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

spencer barnes from follow your arrow // the divine justice saga, a young justice fanfic series. ( artemis crock ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

virginia adler from out of time // the earth-5871 series, an mcu fanfic series. ( steve rogers ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

astrea voss from infinite galaxies // the earth-5871 series, an mcu fanfic series. ( peter quill ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

viper/madame hydra from viper // the earth-5871 series, an mcu fanfic series. ( tony stark ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

edwina brock from symbiosis // the earth-5871 series, an mcu fanfic series. ( hope van dyne ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

ares from catch the wind // the earth-5871 series, an mcu fanfic series. ( sersi ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

alan milne/christopher robin from the weight of us // the heart of a hero series, a once upon a time fanfic series ( emma swan ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

princess gilrien from ephemeral // the maidens of middle-earth saga, a the rings of power fanfic. ( elrond ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

lenore gilbert from broken wings // the bloodlines saga, a the vampire diaries universe fanfic series. ( stefan salvatore ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

erika mikaelson from cursed, a the vampire diaries universe fanfic. ( elijah mikaelson ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

calliope gomez from my bloody valentine, a post-teen wolf au fanfic. ( stiles stilinski ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

maris navarro from siren song // the monsters & myths saga, a teen wolf fanfic series. ( scott mccall ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

keelie kepner from bad moon rising // the children of the moon series, a teen wolf fanfic series. ( stiles stilinski ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

sophie torres-kepp from somewhere only we know, an the umbrella academy fanfic. ( diego hargreeves ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

anita levine from no time to die, a mission impossible fanfic. ( ethan hunt ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

maude fletcher from genesis, an inception fanfic. ( eames ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

jean abbott from downward spiral, a true detective fanfic. ( rustin cohle ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

freya oleson from dark days, a 30 days of night fanfic. ( eben oleson ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

heather macher from everybody dies // the hereditary horrors series, a scream franchise fanfic series. ( sidney prescott ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

kiara goldstien from die for you // the hereditary horrors series, a scream franchise fanfic series. ( tara carpenter ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

reagan strode from the devil walks amoung us, a halloween franchise fanfic. ( oc pairing, corey cunningham ) ✶ character tag. ship tag.

[thevideowall]

Tagged by @rincewindsapprentice to post 9 albums I've been listening to lately

These are the last nine I've listened to in no particular order

Horse Soldier! Horse Soldier! by Corb Lund 2007

Two Star & the Dream Police by Mk.gee 2024

Absolutely by Dijon 2021 (Mk.gee plays guitar in this too)

Since I Left You by The Avalanches 2000

¡Up Yours! Fergus Quill Plays Xero Slingsby by Fergus Quill 2023

All of This Is Chance by Lisa O'Neill 2023

Jammy Smears by Ivor Cutler 1976

Rings Around the World by Super Furry Animals 2001

Automatic for the People by R.E.M. 1992

If you read this consider yourself tagged :D

[thadeeliv-si]

7 - No two people have the same tastes. What is something that S/I loves that you absolutely hate? What is something you love that they hate? - 🔘 of @unknown-ladies

Cinderpelt: Hmm...Thade refuses to eat mice. I've told her over and over that they're delicious and satisfying, but she always just sticks to birds. I can't get her to eat mice, her mentor Cloudtail can't get her to eat mice, our leader Firestar even can't get her to eat mice! Is it...is this some Twoleg thing?! But you know what she does like? The Thunderpath. I can't stand the place for...obvious reasons, but every once in a while, Thade just goes there and watches the monsters run by!

Fergus: Really? She draws the line at mice? It was easier to get her to eat garbage than it was to get her to steal anything! But she always goes on about how much she misses chocolate...of course, the stuff's pure poison.

Diamond: Eugh...your Quills sound disgusting. Mine just buys a bunch of toys for foals...I've had to set aside an entire room in my mansion for her marechild nonsense. Sometimes I make her sleep in that room, she has a little bed in there...look, I knew I was dating a geek when we started, but this is ridiculous!!

[renee-writer]

Loved Her First Chapter 61

A/N This chapter was outlined by @omgbarbiegurl, who's muse is acting up.

AO3

Chaos. Caelen and Ainslie are screaming, fingers in their mouths as the work on those first painful teeth. Germain runs hither and yore with Fergus chasing him, while Marsali, pale and wan, rests against the wagon. Poor Faith is even paler and Jamie doesn’t look to healthy either. Bree nurses Fin, who is going through a growth spurt and seems permanently attached to her. Claire bounces a twin in each arm as Jeremiah, Ian, and Fergus unload their trunks and see them to the stevedores.

 

“Come Sassanach.” Jamie bravely says, reaching for his youngest daughter, “Let’s get all aboard.”

 

She smiles and takes his arm, their son settles into an uneasy truce with his teeth and rests against her.

 

Murtagh reaches for the babies, having seen the last trunk loaded. “Let me see my Godchildren.” He smiles at the fussy babies.

 

“I warn you Murtagh. They are battling their teeth and in a mood.” Claire says, even as she peels Caelan away from her.

 

“No worries. I’ve just the thing. A spot of whiskey for those sore gums.”

 

He carries them aboard sing-songing an old Gaelic tale. Jeremiah, leads his wife and son up next. Fergus, carrying a fidgeting Germain, and holding Marsali”s hand, is next.  Then Ian and a quite pale Faith.

 

“I believe the lass be sicker then I am,” Jamie comments. Claire has liberally passed out Dramamine but her husband still fears the coming ordeal, “Is she alright?”

 

“Yes, I just believe she is carrying more then one baby.”

 

He nods, sagely. She does have the look. He saw the same in Jenny when she was carrying Michael and Janet. “Shall we?” She nods with a smile and takes his arm.

 

They are meet on the bow by the ship’s captain. “Welcome Lord and Lady Fraser. The rest of your family is safely aboard.” He presents the manifest. Jamie takes the offered quill after paying for their passage,  signs their names. A gust of wind brings a bit of the mighty Atlantic on board and where he signed their names is smudged.

 

They share a grin and a laugh. “Well, were we even here?”

 

“I assure you, Lord Fraser, you and your family are surely here and shan’t be forgotten.

 

A bit away from them, the sounds of the children reach them. Another shared smile. “We shall endeavor not to be to big a bother.” Jamie assures him. He nods, tipping his captain’s hat to him.

 

“I, in turn, will endeavor to give you a smooth passage to the colonies.”

 

Jamie turns a bit pale at the idea of anything but and Claire hurries him down below before the ship leaves port.

 

The modern medicine helps and Jamie has his first sea voyage where he doesn’t feel he is dying the entire time. The same can’t be said for Faith.

 

Claire, in her role as healer, brings her pregnant patients in to examine them two weeks after they set sail.

 

“Let’s see how the children are doing.” She cheerfully says.

 

“I don’t  know about Junior but I am not well.” Faith confesses. Her naturally pale skin is almost see through. Marsali frowns at her heart sister.

 

“I am quite concerned for her Mother Claire. She can hardly keep anything down.” She, herself is not as sick. More fatigued from chasing her active son then anything.

 

“Come Faith, let’s see what is about with this pregnancy.” She reclines her on the small berth bed. First she takes her vitals, nothing her pulse is up. Then she checks her extremities, checking for swelling. Finally, she feels over her bump, bigger then it should be at this stage. “Ah!”

 

“Mama?” Marsali instinctively takes her hand.

 

“Faith, my darling, you aren’t just carrying one.”

 

*Twins, I thought maybe…”

 

“No, triplets. I feel three distinct babies.”

 

“Lord have mercy!” Marsali crosses herself.

 

“Indeed! Mama are you sure?” She takes her own hand and shows her.

 

“Baby one,” up at the top of her bump, “two,” right under and to the side of one, “and three,” laying on the bottom. “It explains your symptoms.”

 

“Bloody hell! “She calls out. “Mama, what do I do?”

 

Claire remains calm, despite her own fears. Triplets, on a ship, in the middle of the Atlantic. Heaven help!  “You rest. From now until they are born, I want you doing as little as possible. We can do this.”

 

Faith takes in and let’s out an unsteady breath. She looks her mama straight in the eyes. “Promise?”

 

“I do.”

 

“Mother Claire, I am not sure I want you to exam me. I can’t handle three and Germain.”

 

She gives her a reassuring smile. “I am positive you aren’t having three.”

 

She is right. Her examination shows only one, growing as he or she, should.

[pentopaper23]

The Boy at The Door - Chapter two: The Stones

Three Weeks Earlier

Fergus jerked awake to the sounds screams and the wind howling between the stones. A cold sweat covered his face and body, his thin linen shirt clinging to his skin. He shivered, but not from the cold. The stones loomed large, their shadows casting dark shapes across the ground like large fingers reaching out to pull him back into their grasp.  

He panicked and scrambled backward, his heels slipping on the wet grass. He needed to get away from the stones. With his ears still ringing, he crawled his way out of the circle.  

It worked. Flash images flickered behind his eyes, large hands pressing his smaller ones to the warm stone, he didn’t want to. He remembered struggling against the hold of the hands, thrashing around to break free and then...nothing. Nothing until there was everything, the sound of his heart beating, screaming and a buzzing sound like a million bees. Then nothing again. Nothing until he opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, it was raining in this new place. The place he left was sunny and warm.  

Climbing to his feet Fergus shook his head to clear away the images and looked for the bag he came through with. He spun around in a circle searching and found that it has rolled someway down the hill. Feet slipping again he raced towards it, he upended it checking that all the items had made it through. The bread that had been carefully wrapped that morning had survived, the books, letters and quills had also made it. He sobbed when he saw the Fraser brooch has broken, the hinge on the back was now twisted out of shape and it wouldn’t close. It was the last thing that he was given, frantic large hands had pressed it into his and made him promise to keep it safe. The same hands that had sent him here.  

Fergus had been alone before, growing up where he did it wasn’t uncommon for him to spend days by himself. But he now knew what it was to have a family, a big enough family so that he never felt alone. Even though he was a man of twenty, the feelings of his childhood were now slipping back in. The knowledge that he would spend the foreseeable future alone, not having anyone to turn to and trying to navigate a time he didn’t know. His throat started to close as his eyes watered, and rage filled him. Leaping to his feet he stormed back to the stones and threw the broken brooch at them. He screamed and then started to sob. He understood the reason why he was sent here, why the large hands forced his to touch the stone. But he didn’t want to be here. His knees buckled and he continued to cry.  

“Ohh my...” a voice startled him, and he jumped to his feet, pulling out the small knife that was strapped to his hip.  

An old woman was standing at the edge of the stone circle. Her hair was cut short, shorter than Fergus had ever seen on a woman. Her blue coat was button closed, but he could see that she was wearing a knee length dress. Her shoes we light brown and neatly tied and her small bag was slung over her shoulder.  

“Get back” Fergus yelled. The old woman smiled and took a slow step backwards, her hands held up in surrender. They stood in silence, the womans eyes flicking between Fergus, the stones and his emptied bag. She gasped.  

“Did...did you come through the stones?” she asked looking at Fergus is in awe.  

“What’s it to you?” Fergus snapped jutting the knife towards the woman. The woman lightly laughed and took a step towards him.  

“Are ye Fergus?” she questioned.  

Fergus flinched and the knife slipped from his fingers. He eyed the woman suspiciously.  

“Why would you ask that?” he demanded taking a step backwards as the woman took another step forward.  

“I’m a friend of Claire’s” the woman said softly. Fergus let out a sob at the mention of Claire’s name.  

“You’re lying!” he shouted stumbling to pick up his knife.  

“I’m not lad, she came back through just like you did. I’m Mrs Graham and I can help you, if you let me”  

“Prove it.” He snapped.  

“Alright. Your name is Fergus. Claire and Jamie Fraser adopted you in France, you were a pickpocket. Claire told me all about you and how much she missed you.”  

Fergus bit his lip to stop a sob from escaping. The older woman was looking at him kindly.  

“I...I don’t...” panic was again starting to fill Fergus; his chest was starting to constrict. “I don’t know where to go” he sobbed, this time intentionally dropping the knife. The woman rushed forward and hugged him.  

“Oh my sweet lad” the woman said brushing the hair out of his eyes, “lets gets you away from here.” She let go of him and walked over to his bag and began picking up his belongings. Fergus just stood there watching her gently repack it. The brooch. Fergus franticly started looking on the ground for the silver item, he found it resting against the bottom the large middle stone and came to a halt. Mrs Graham had been watching him and followed his eyeline towards the brooch.  

“I’ll get it, you stay there”.  

Fergus held his breath as she walked over and picked it up. Nothing happening, not thing. Not even when her knuckles brush the stone as she picked up his brooch. She seemed unphased by the buzzing that Fergus could still hear.  

“You don’t hear them?” he said taking his bag when she offered it to him.  

“Never have been able to, but I know the stories”.  

Fergus nodded and shouldered his bag.  

“Shall we go?” she asked, resting a hand on his back.  

Suddenly Fergus was reluctant to leave, he looked back at the stones and felt a pull as if a thin string had been tugged. He took one small step towards them before he caught himself. A warm hand had grasped his arm and started to gently pull him away.  

“Come” she said, and Fergus followed.  

[honorhearted]

Auggie appears in their tent one afternoon, a bright smile to his features and what appears to be a new indigo colored coat upon him over his clothes. "Mr. Tallmadge, look what Kasia gave me! She gave new coats to Fergus and Cora too! But she made us all promise to not run around so often in the rain so we don't get sick."

The telltale thud of Augustus' heavy, but brisk trek was Benjamin's first warning that he was about to receive a guest. He turned toward the tent entryway in expectance, his features lighting up upon spotting the boy practically dancing with glee.

"What have you got there?" he asked, smiling. "You certainly look like a young gentleman..."

Augustus puffed up with pride, always pleased to hear whenever he acted like a man as opposed to a boy. "It's my new coat!" he exclaimed, hop-skipping around the major's chair. "Do you like it? I've never owned something so fine! It's so soft and nice!"

Chuckling, Benjamin assured him, "I do, indeed. You're almost making me jealous that I don't have one, as well. And Cora and Fergus were included, you say?"

"Uh-huh." Eyes glittering, Augustus started to bounce in place, clearly brimming with excitable energy. "Did you wanna play for a bit? It's not raining today, and surely if I have an adult with me, Kasia won't mind so much!"

Benjamin grinned, setting aside his quill. "You certainly know your way around a set of rules," he teased. "Still, I'm oft inclined to reward genius tacticians. What would you say to a brief walk through the woods?"

"Yes!" Augustus immediately latched onto his arm, eagerly tugging. "And we can play land p.irates while we explore!"

Eyes shining with fondness, Benjamin agreed, "I don't see why not -- just so long as you keep your coat clean, of course."

Augustus was quick to offer a salute. "Yes, sir, Major T.allmadge, sir! I won't get anything on it, not even a speck. I promise!"

Rising from his chair, Benjamin slipped into his own coat and warmly agreed, "Then let's go."

[kattahj]

Me: Uggghh, Bradley Cooper's character in A Star is Born has NO good qualities, what does Ally see in him?

Angel on my shoulder: Sorry, but do your fancrushes not include a homicidal pyromaniac, an alien terrorist, a pirate turncoat, a multi-criminal with a murderous destiny, several thieves, the literal devil, and his demon henchwoman?

Me: Yes, and?

Angel on my shoulder: What does that tell you?

Me: They all have more good sides than he did.

[high-dragon-bait]

Some shit about my fankids - Vol 1.

Hey guys! I have. A lot of Dragon Age fankids. And these kids always ALWAYS start off as “I wonder what their kids would look like” and then it spirals out of control. Here’re some tidbits about them cause why not!

I meant to include all of them here but then. This got long. So for now just have my Warden and Alistair’s kids!

(TW: infant death, ableism)

Children of Raena Cousland and Alistair Theirin

Princess Eleanor Leliana Cousland Theirin - The firstborn child of Raena and Alistair, born two years after the ascension to the throne. Due to the presumed unlikelihood of them being able to conceive, Eleanor’s birth was seen as a miracle. Raena named her for her own mother, and her dear friend. It was a time of great celebration in Denerim and Ferelden as a whole.

However, two months after her birth, the princess died. She was discovered in her crib by her father, who was forever changed after. The taint was blamed for the tragedy and rumor says that the princesses appearance at her death was that of Blight. It can’t be known, as the king did not allow anyone to lay eyes on her body, not even the queen.

It is said the king and queen were never quite “The Lion and the Rose” as they were in the tales again.

Prince Ariel Fergus Cousland Theirin - Three years later, Raena gave birth to their second child, a boy she called Ariel. He was born a month early, and while the king was delayed abroad. His appearance upon birth was... troubling. He was pale, nearly grey, with deep blue and purple veins obvious beneath his paper-thin skin. Eyes cloudy, and the few streaks of red hair clinging to his head looking as if he were ever-bleeding. Every healer and every priest said he would die, that “the Maker will not allow him to suffer long.” The midwives were afraid of him, no wet nurses would feed him. “Tainted from birth” they called him. Not that the queen would have allowed anyone to take him from her arms.

They told his mother he would die long before the king’s return. Word had been sent of course, but it would take a least a week to arrive, there is no hope. She held him all that night, never sleeping. He did not die. He did not die the day after. Nor after that. And he survived to see his father return.

He survived after, despite his parents being told again and again he would die, and die soon. He did not. He simply refused. He grew instead. His skin gained some color, and the veins faded, though they remained faintly present around his eyes, beneath his jaw, and at his joints. His hair grew in thick, long and rose-red like his mother’s. His eyes cleared, and their color deepened to a rich, golden brown. Still, his health challenged him. He can’t see more than a few feet in front of his face, and he cannot stand for more than a few moments on his own. But his greatest challenge is his breathing: His lungs always threaten to fail him. If he walks too far, if the air gets too cold, if there is dust or smoke around him, he struggles to breathe. Illness plagues him constantly.

Still, Ariel is a smart, kind boy, charming anyone he speaks to in a moment. He enjoys stories, both reading old stories and the ones he writes himself. He has quite the way with the quill. Still, he is not the chosen heir of the throne. With all the prophesying of his death, his parents declared another heir...

Prince Ambrose Duncan Cousland Theirin - Another three years after the birth of Ariel, the king and queen welcomed their third child, another son. He was born on time, appearing healthy, with gold hair and light, reddish eyes. This was not the celebration one might expect. The kingdom still remembered Eleanor, her parents most of all. She appeared healthy at her birth as well. It is said that for months, the queen barely slept. She refused to set him down, to hand him to nurse for one moment. She simply spent her days aimlessly wandering the halls with him in her arms, or sitting in Ariel’s room. Holding her sons like they may be torn from her at any moment.

She only slept, truly slept, when the sun set at the end of his second months of life, and rose on his third, with him alive and as healthy as the day he was born.

While Ambrose was the younger child, it was all but guaranteed he would outlive his brother. Thus, he was named the heir, raised and trained to be king from the moment he could speak.

Ambrose grew to be a handsome boy, with a presence and voice to command a crowd. He has the smile, the confidence, of a king. Though, some may choose the word arrogance instead. He speaks about the throne as if he is owed it, as if only he would ever be fit for it. It could be argued, that this attitude was fostered, intentionally or not, by him constantly being told he alone is the future of Ferelden. It could also be attributed to a cry for attention, to draw his parents’ eyes away from his frail brother, and to him, the one who truly needs it.

Some find this “spirit” appealing. A king should want to be king, a king should care. Others are weary. Many remember Cailan, and to them Ambrose is too similar in both face and mind. It scares them, the thought of him wearing the crown through a crisis like the Blight.

Now, even tempered, gentle Ariel, perhaps he could lead them through it...

So... what are the king and queen to do? Do they restore Ariel’s birthright as the eldest child, and declare him heir, despite his fragile health and lack of training? Or do they keep their heir as Ambrose? The one who has studied his whole life for this, but has come out of it arrogant? Or do they stand aside, and hope the brothers can decide for themselves in peace?

______

So yeah! There’s fankids volume 1. This is meant to be a pretty... messy situation. Alistair and Raena love their kids and are trying their best, but it’s tied up with “duty” and well, constantly being told one kid was doomed from the start combined with the trauma of losing their first baby. They aren’t perfect, and they truly believed they were doing what was best.

The boys have very complicated feelings towards each other- well- sort of, it’s a bit one-sided on Ambrose’s part. Ariel holds no ill will towards Ambrose at all, but Ambrose sees Ariel as his rival in both the throne and his parent’s attention. Ariel is constantly extending olive branches to Ambrose and he’s constantly turning them down. Ariel also doesn’t not want to be king either, he just isn’t willing to hurt his brother to get there.

[starrymused]

@lannamused

“How long are you planning on staying?” The innkeeper peered at the new arrival from behind his thick glasses. The question was innocent enough and was said in a way that conveyed simple curiosity and nothing more. Nearby, sat one of the dining tables was a small group of residents, a family of four, who were eating their lunch, seemingly minding their own business. However, whenever the newcomer looked away, all of them would ignore their meal to silently watch the innkeeper interact with him, the two small children included.

However, a man with wide shoulders and a bushy beard sat alone at another table hadn’t taken his eyes off the outsider since he arrived. He’d already concluded that he wasn’t the sort who should be mingling with their village. He looked like one of those fancy city types that caused problems wherever they went — he had no business being here in Bleakbay Grove.

Exchanging a glance with the bearded man, the innkeeper reached beneath the counter to grab the sign-in book and a quill. He knew what Fergus was thinking; he would be mentally cursing the arrival of this stranger, hoping that he was refused service. But there were benefits to allowing travellers to settle in their village for a short time and Fergus knew that, even if he liked to grumble about it. Smiling now, the innkeeper, Mr. Wortley, slid the book in front of the blond man.

“Regardless of the length of the length of your stay, you are welcome to use our inn. We offer a bed and bath as well as free meals every day.”

The mother sat with her family narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, but said nothing. Even if his presence set her on edge, she had to admit that this stranger was an intriguing fellow. They didn’t often get people of his ilk visiting them. It would be a mistake to let him leave without finding out more about his reasons for coming here.

[battlecry51]

Casey Alexander (New Bio)

Art © Azzy

Name: Cassidy Quinn Alexander

Nicknames/Alias: Casey, Cass, Mr. McCass, C-Money, CassDawg, Caster, Uncle (or Unca) Casey, Casey The Flame Sorcerer, Son of Jonathan Alexander, Qrow Mignogna, The Mage of Fire, The Mage of Legend, The Protector of the Mind Gem, Wingman, The Sidekick of Launchpad or the Duck Avenger, The Duke of Wrath, Boy, The Vigilante, The Man in Red, The Duck Avenger, Dad, The Bad Luck Charm, CM Duck, Short Male Della, The Small Dude with a Sword/Axe/Robot Arm, My Other Robot Half, The Original Sharpie, Pipsqueak, Shorty, Small Fry, Little Red Runt, Insect

Sex: Male

Race: American Pekin Duck

Significant Other: Della Duck (best friend; wife)

Parents: Jonathan Alexander† (father), Quill Alexander† (mother)

Other family: Knut Falkenberg† (ancestor), Quinn Alexander† (grandfather), Earleen Alexander† (grandmother), Alice Alexander (eldest sister; former enemy), Brodie Westchester (oldest brother), Ripcord McQuack (uncle), Birdie McQuack (aunt), Launchpad McQuack (cousin), Loopey McQuack (cousin), Scrooge McDuck (adopted father; uncle-in-law), Fergus McDuck (adopted grandfather; grandfather-in-law), Downy McDuck (adopted grandmother; grandmother-in-law), Matilda McDuck (aunt-in-law; adopted aunt), Hortense McDuck† (mother-in-law; adopted aunt), Gideon McDuck (adopted uncle; uncle-in-law), Quackmore Duck† (adopted uncle; father-in-law), Daphne Duck† (adopted aunt; aunt-in-law), Goostave Gander† (adopted uncle; uncle-in-law), Eider Duck† (adopted uncle; uncle-in-law), Lulubelle Loon† (adopted aunt; aunt-in-law), Casey Coot† (adopted grandfather; grandfather-in-law), Elvira Coot (adopted grandmother; grandmother-in-law), Donald Duck/The Duck Avenger (best friend; brother-in-law), Gladstone Gander (adopted cousin; cousin-in-law), Fethry Duck (adopted cousin; cousin-in-law), Abner "Whitewater" Duck (adopted cousin; cousin-in-law), Mary Duck† (adopted cousin; cousin-in-law), Nancy Duck (adopted cousin; cousin-in-law), Kildare Coot (adopted cousin; cousin-in-law), Morgana Macawber (sister-in-law), Donna Duck (cousin-in-law), Huey Duck (eldest son), Dewey Duck (oldest son), Louie Duck (youngest son), Duncan Duck (nephew), Athena Duck-Alexander (younger son)

Friends: Bentina Beakley, Duckworth, Maria Cabrera (old babysitter), Goldie O'Gilt (figurative mother), Ludwig Von Drake (uncle-in-law), Athena (best friend; occasional sparring partner), Selene, Storkules, Greek Gods (minus Zeus), Gyro Gearloose (frenemey), Uno, Lyla Lay, Xadhoom (brief enemy), Celestia Wolfvain (friend/therapist), Dickie Duck, Webby Vanderquack (figurative daughter), Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera/Gimzoduck, Manny, Lena Sabrewing (student; figurative niece), Amunet, Charlie, Steve Magier/Agent 47, Cecilia Maiger (figurative niece), Will Magier (figurative nephew), Violet Sabrewing (student; figurative niece), José Carioca, Panchito Pistoles, Xandra the Goddess of Adventure, Ari the Aracuan Bird, Humphrey the Bear, April Duck, May Duck, June Duck, Fireheart (familiar; childhood pet), Faris Djinn, Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck (former college roommate), Penumbra, Moonlanders (former enemies), Boyd, Gosalyn Waddlemeyer, Kit Cloudkicker, Molly Cunningham, Arianne Magier, May (former enemy; figurative niece), June (former enemy; figurative niece), Gandra Dee (former enemy)

Enemies: Cipher (archenemy), The Dukes of Madness, Alice Alexander (formerly), Magica De Spell, Flintheart Glomgold, Ma Beagle, The Beagle Boys, Gilded Man, Evronian Empire, Hack and Slash Smashnikov, Gabby McStabberson, Mark Beaks, Falcon Graves, Zeus, Don Karnage, Air Pirates, Lord Felldrake Sheldgoose, Baron Von Sheldgoose, Leopold the Horrible, Hades (formerly), Lunaris, Jormungandr, Bradford Buzzard, Black Heron, The Apex, Steelbeak, Phantom Blot, Pepper, John D. Rockerduck, Jeeves, Steelbeak, Taurus Bulba

 Likes: His family, his friends, adventuring, his sons, training with his magic, weapons, reading, writing, practicing with his magic, adventures, fighting, taking naps, Della, his family heritage, video games, horror movies, watching tv, comics, anime, sparing with Alice, learning about Norse mythology

Dislikes: Someone or anything threatening his family or love ones, being called short or anything related to his height, Dewey or Della's recklessness, the Duck Twins arguments, Scrooge's stubbornness, nightmares of his past, spiders, keeping secrets from his boys, Wrath taking over, being underestimated, Cipher, Lunaris, FOWL

Abilities: Master Combatant, Master Swordsmanship, Master Leader, Genius-level Intellect, Master Tactician, Multilingualism, Eidetic Memory, Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Speed, Superhuman Agility, Superhuman Stamina, Superhuman Reflexes, Healing Factor, Magic, Pyrokinesis, Telekinesis, Flight

Equipment: Casey's Walkman 1 - Casey's Walkman 1 was Casey's Sony TPS-L2 Walkman Headset that originally belong to his mother who had strong love for pop songs and passed this onto Casey. He is very protective of his walkman, as it was the only thing Casey had left of his mom. However, during the Moonvasion it was destroyed by Lunaris in order break the will of Casey, only to failed as the mage would later used it as motive to kill the Moon Tyrant. It was a blue and silver Sony TPS-L2 Walkman Headset with black headphones with orange buds.

Casey's Walkman 2 - Casey's Walkman 2 is Casey's Sony Walkman NW-E390 that the family had gotten for him for his birthday as a replacement after his original one was destroyed by Lunaris. It is a black and small Sony Walkman NW-E390 but more fancier than his old one.

Imperium - Imperium is Casey's trademark enchanted sword. Forged by Hephaestus, the magical sword was crafted from the sharpest metals in the entire cosmos, capable of cutting through the strongest medals and can even wound a God. According to Selene, an incantation was casted onto Imperium so that only the one that was worthy of its power would be able to move it from its resting place. Imperium would remain on its pedestal for decades until its eventual master finally came to Ithaquack. And that would be Casey who would use the powerful weapon to defeat his twin sister and then Hades in the Underworld. The sword would serve as Casey's main weapon during the many adventures and battles he participating in with the McDuck family before putting it away after the events of the Spear of Selene and wouldn't be used until 10 years later when Casey and the family crash landed on Ithaquack, where he would be forced to summon Imperium from Duckburg to help him in his battle against a mind control Storkules. After leaving Ithaquack, Casey would start using Imperium once again whenever he and the family face off against dangerous enemies or monsters. During the Moonvasion, Imperium would be destroyed by Lunaris in Casey's battle with him who upattain the Mind Gem. Hephaestus would later reforge Imperium for Casey to aid him in his final battle against Lunaris. After the invasion and killing Lunaris for good, Casey is given back the Mind Gem and placed back into his signature weapon. Imperium is a silver-colored longsword, the blade was long and double-edged, with the forward-facing edge curving outwards to form the guard. The handguard is heavily designed with rings slanting down it and reversing at the center of the handguard, and the pommel carries a round piece that almost resembles a skull. Near the pointed out part of the handguard, there were teeth biting into it. 

Magic Satchel - Casey's ever handing magic satchel that he keeps all of his items he needs when on an adventure. It is a dark brown satchel with his family crest on it that Grandma Duck stitched onto the bag. 

Inferno Blaze - Inferno Blaze is an enchanted axe and Casey's new secondary weapon that he got during the Moonvasion after Lunaris destroyed Imperium in their first battle. It is a dark gray and silver broad-axe with a small spike on the back. In the middle part of the axe blade, the Valknut symbol (which glows a bright amber color) was engraved into it while also engrave on the edge of blade were the Old Norse letters "ᛁᚾᚠᛖᚱᚾᛟ", that translated to "Inferno", that also glow a fierce amber. The handle was light brown with a curve and wrapped with different strips of dark brown leather on it (one next to the blade, the second one creating an X-shape and the third and last one being used as the gripped) and lastly had a silver ring at the end of it.

Robot Arm - Casey's robotic arm that replaces his organic right arm that he lost in his final battle against Lunaris. The arm has a black base with silver plating. The fingers are silver with black joints. It has a hidden hand blade that resembles a Katar that he can use for combat if he doesn't summon Imperium or Inferno Blaze.

Voiced by: Vic Mignogna (Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist, and Qrow Branwen from RWBY)

Appearance: Casey is a white-feathered duck with short auburn hair and emerald green eyes. Whenever Wrath takes over, his eyes turn a bloody red and his feathers untamed. He is quite small for his age, standing at only 88.9 cm (2'11"), reaching Della's shoulders, and has a lean muscular build. Minus the height, Casey is quite similar to his father according to Scrooge and Beakley. He wears a zipped up black jacket with a high, upturned collar with white accents, dark blue jeans, and black and dark gray boots. Underneath his jacket, he wears a white polo shirt with a black collar, black cuffs, and black-stripe in the middle and he also wears a silver necklace tied around his neck with a heart-shaped locket tied to it, which holds a small picture of him and Della on their wedding day in it. 

When using 100% of his magic, Casey has the ability to activate a super mode of sorts. When he does so, his hair becomes dark fiery red, his feathers become white-orange (still mostly white), a bright reddish-orange aura surround him, an enormous amount of fire crackles around his body and his emerald green eyes would change to a amber orange that glow brightly. When he enters this form, his lean muscular body becomes more muscular. 

On his left wrist, Casey has a large jagged scar after trying to attempt suicide. 

After the Moonvasion and the final battle with Lunaris, Casey lost his right arm after Lunaris cut it off and later had it replaced by a new prosthetic arm. The arm has a black base with silver plating. The fingers are silver with black joints.  

During his time as the vigilante after Della's supposed death, he wore a black and red bodysuit with a red mask with two large circular eye holes with a mischievous smile on the right side and a cracked left side that was gunmetal grey with a large demonic fang smile. After he gave up his vigilante lifestyle after Webby found him beaten up on the floor, he burned the costume in the woods. 

Art © groovinyeen

His nightwear consists of a gray wolf sleep mask, a black and white striped sweater, and matching lounge pants.

A cute gift from Huey, he wears a black apron with the words “Abracadabra-DAD-bra” on it whenever he cooks. 

When going to an event or a party, Casey dresses in a suit, consisting of a light gray blazer, suit pants, and a maroon shirt with an upturned collar. His shoes and belt are a white snakeskin pattern.

Art © Puffyzing

In The Impossible Summit of Mount Neverest, Casey wore a black padded jacket with neon snow goggles and black snow boots.

In his mage form, he wore a green Victorian-style long sleeve shirt with golden accents and linings, a pair of simple, loose, midnight blue pants tucked inside black knee-length boots. This was his first attire that he wore into battles up until the Moonvasion which was damaged by Lunaris during their first battle. After getting healed by Alice and Morgana, Casey is given a brand new mage attire by Charlie; he now wears a black long sleeved shirt topped off by a dark blue vest with a long bright red scarf wrapped around his neck that falls behind his back, black fingerless gloves, dark red pants and black ankle boots. 

First Mage Outfit - Art © Merl

Second Mage Outfit - Art © I sadly can't remember

In Quack Pack, he wore a pair of black square glasses, a black button shirt with an upturned collar, a silver watch on his right wrist, dark blue jeans and his regular shoes.

When Casey was a young pre-teen, his hair was unkempt and he was really small, something he was teased or mocked about even to this day. He used to wear a black baseball cap, a red short sleeve jacket with a black shirt underneath, dark brown cargo shorts, and dark gray sneakers.

When he turned 14, Casey decided to give himself a makeover; he got a haircut that was short and wavy with an undercut. He also added light blue highlights into it as suggested by the Duck Twins. He also changed his attire to a plain light blue hoodie, and a black leather jacket with dark blue accents, dark gray jeans with rips in them and black boots with blue lines. 

Art © GummyDummy

Personality: 

Good Traits: Smart, caring, understanding, friendly, loyal, uplifting, kind, honest,, fearless, dependable, selfless, outgoing, polite, cool-headed, strong-willed, adventurous, fun-loving, nurturing, nonchalant

Neutral Traits: Smartass, sarcastic, determined, hardworking, emotional, over-protective, stubborn, blunt

Bad Traits: Quick-tempered, foul-mouthed, self-critical, sarcastic, arrogant, depressed

Description: Cassidy "Casey'' Quill Alexander is a 2md generation magic user and legendary adventurer alongside Scrooge McDuck, Donald Duck and Della Duck and later on in life with his sons Huey Duck, Dewey Duck & Louie Duck and adopted daughter Webby Vanderquack. The prophecy Mage of legend, the Mage of Fire, he is the earth's most powerful mage, becoming its greatest defender and hero much like his father, Jonathan Alexander, before him. Kind, snarky, hard-working, a good but struggling writer and short temper (mainly when someone brings up his height), Casey is a man who will do anything to keep his family and friends safe from any type of harm or danger out in the world, despite how angry or annoyed they make him.

Trivia: 

~ Casey is comfrimed to be Bisexual. He came out in 1996. 

~ According to Casey, he is part Scandinavian on his grandmother's side, part Scottish on his grandfather and father's side and part American on his mother's side. 

~ He has a huge fear of arachnophobia which was largely due to being almost killed and eaten by a huge spider during his earlier adventures with Scrooge and the Duck Twins and has been traumatized ever since.

~ Casey's outbursts about his height are based on Edward Elric from the Fullmetal Alchemist series.

~ Casey owns and rides a 21st Century Triumph Bonneville and 1967 Chevrolet Impala. 

~ His middle name is Quinn is named after his grandfather, Quinn Alexander. 

~ He was an alcoholic but has stopped drinking after the events of the Shadow War and wanted to give himself a new start with his sons. 

~ He had taught Webby Old Norse since the little pink duck wanted to speak like a Viking. 

~ Casey's Super Mode is based on Super Saiyan forms from the Dragon Ball series and Anne Boonchuy's Calamity Box Powers from Amphibia. 

~ His theme songs are: I Am The Fire (Forever The Fallen), I'll Be Good (Jaymes Young), and Bad Luck Charm (RWBY).

~ His sword, Imperium, is based on Rebellion from DMC: Devil May Cry. 

[jokerthekitsunekoshinbo]

Fuli Janja Rani Kovu and Jasiri figting over kion

Roxy hansel summer spike Fergus and Portia fighting over Dylan

Stephen quill pepper Bucky loki and Steve fighting over Tony

Bakugo Todoroki Uraraka Asui Toga and Mineta fighting over Midoriya

Quinn and Avocato fighting over Gary

Kion Dylan Midoriya Tony and Gary just want to eat breakfast in peace

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

I’m thinking about when Jacob did his livestream watch of 1998 Cats (or attempted to do a live watch) and Fergus popped up in the live chat.

I was watching at the same time as @queen-with-the-quill and @dcjelliclequeen33, so they witnessed my absolute freak out when I saw that Fergus was in the chat, and somehow decided to still remain friends with me XD

[thadeeliv-si]

brown & light blue for... uhh i don't know who your f/os are waaa no list um. whomever your heart desires to answer for!! ^-^ ― @melosorbet

Diamond: How to describe Quill...imagine, like, a really nerdy dog.

Fergus: Don't have to imagine that! Thade already is that for me! She's a bright ray of sunshine also, even despite her current circumstances. It's up to me to do everything in my power to keep her off the straight and narrow!

Diamond: ahem ANYWAY! Quill's a nerdy dog. She's loyal as hay, always wants to cheer me up, and occasionally brings home a new comic. As for what she is to me...well... [she slowly hides a ring box]

Triple-D: Ooooooh~!