#god REVA just

[coruscantrhapsody]

My hot take is that the new characters Obi-Wan Kenobi introduced - Haja, Reva, Tala - are all wonderful and extremely compelling.

[corseque]

More info on the deleted Solas sex scene

[solarflicker]

STSRLIGHT EXPRESS REVIVAL YIPPEEEE

mr webber I’ll pretend you’re a good person if you make me greaseball i wanna skate on that set so bad

[lavandulawrites]

Request

Trying to have a romantic date with Mr Reca but he doesn’t stop explaining/complaining about the movie you just saw together.

Little Mister Critique

Mr Reca x reader

I decided to keep this nice and simple as I have a lot of requests I need to finish:) Mr Reca is so fucking underrated it’s absolutely insane. (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).

Masterlist

The restaurants atmosphere was cozy and romantic. Multiple candles were littered around in a fashionable sense. You and your beloved boyfriend was sitting in a both in a private corner on the second floor of the luxurious restaurant. The giant windows looked out over the city. The city lights glittered like the stars in the darl sky. It was truly a breathless sight. The sound of cutlery against porcelain filled sounded like wind chimes.

The men in front of you cut into his lasagna before he brought it to his lips. He chewed with a delighted hum. After swallowing he hummed again “My my, this restaurant truly is delightful, is it not? I think I should make one of the scenes in my new movie take place here…”

You nodded. “Yeah, the food and the atmosphere are truly something” you have the brunette a soft smile. His eyes twinkled like red stars as his lips retuned your smile.

“So what woul-”

“God that movie we just watched was truly a disgrace to the cinematic arts” Reca interrupted you. He shook his head in great disappointment as he recalled the movie.

You raised your brow as you sighed. Here we go again.

“I don’t think it was that bad” you shrugged. “You are overreacting. Now eat your food.”

“Of course it was bad! The cinematography was horrendous, the colours obnoxious, the costumes extremely cheap” he waved his hands in a dramatic manner. “Ugh and don’t even get me started on the acting and script! It should be illegal to produce such garbage. It’s a disgrace to directors and the audience to witness such filth” he scoffed. Reva’s handsome face was twisted in annoyance. “I should have asked for a refund” he muttered under his breath as he took a sip of his red wine.

“Reca” your stern voice broke him out of his theatrics. He swallowed as he glanced down on the plate. He looked like a guilty puppy and you but your tongue as to not laugh out loud.

“You have been complaining about that goddamn movie on the whole way from the cinema and till we got our food. I finally thought you would have gotten it out of your mind when you got your food, but I guess I was wrong” you sighed. “But I do agree with you, it was bad, but don’t let it ruin our date. Okay?” you stroke his hand gently.

His charming smile returned to his lips as he nodded firmly. “You are naturally right, my dear. I shall refrain from talking about that garbage” he lifted his wine glass. Your glasses clicked together. “Let us have a date that even the best romantic films of the cosmos won’t even dream to compare with.”

[niobiumao3]

Hey remember how much god awful shit there was floating around about Reva when the Kenobi series came out.

Notice how Shin isn't getting the same level of shitty takes and garbage reactions despite almost killing Sabine.

Just saying. This fandom's inability to acknowledge and consider their reactions to black women characters is unendingly gross and frustrating.

[nugblight]

The veil is thin here. Can you feel it on your skin, tingling? I was trying to determine some way to show you what you mean to me. That's not necessary, Solas. You're my… That's the question, is it not? For now, the best gift I can offer is… the truth. You are unique. In all Thedas I never expected to find someone who could draw my attention from the Fade. You have become important to me. More important that I could have imagined. As you are, to me. Then what I must tell you… The truth. Your face… The vallaslin… In my journey to the Fade, I have seen things. I have discovered what those marks mean. They honor the elven gods. No. They are slave markings. Or at least the were in the time of ancient Arlathan. My clans Keeper said they honored the gods. These are their symbols. Yes. That's right. A Nobel would mark his slaves to honor the god he worshipped. After Arlathan fell, the Dalish forgot. Why would you say that?! Because it’s true. Bullshit! That's bullshit! Is there anything in this world you won't tear down just to prove how smart you are?! Why would you tell me this? Because you deserve better! I didn't tell you this to hurt you. If you like, I know a spell… I can remove the vallaslin. If what you're saying is true… It is. Then… my people vowed never to submit to slavery. I'm so sorry for causing you pain. It was selfish of me. I look at you and I see what you truly are… And you deserve better than what those cruel marks represent. Then cast your spell. Take the vallaslin away. Sit. Ar lasa mala revas. You are free. You are so beautiful. And I am sorry. I distracted you from your duties. It will never happen again. Solas… Please, Vhenan. Tell me you don't care! I can't do that. Tell me I was some casual dalliance so I can call you a cold-hearted son of a bitch and move on! I'm sorry.

[saytrrose]

Can we see More about your racing AU please?

Looks so amazing and i love It so much

I do suppose I could share the character design line up!

I really just need to finish designing all the go karts, (atleast most are done!) and then I can make proper cards for them and really get into the written details.

To be honest it’s a little hard to just ramble about info and details without specific questions to go off of, so I’ll try my best hhh

for starters, the tent? Not a tent!

It’s actually a stadium, the amazing digital race!

And rooms? Sort of tweaked, they are more like each character owns a personal garage, a large open space where they store their vehicles and then have a loft above that showcases their cozy safe havens. Bed, entertainment, basically a small room in a much larger one.

I haven’t revealed Ragatha, Zooble or Gangles karts yet but I’ll go ahead and just talk about all of them!

Caine:

Caine has a motorcycle, specifically one inspired off of the motorcycle I’m saving up for this summer, a Kawasaki Eliminator. It’s a cruiser, I’m thinking he has a 600cc model but considering Bubble is his right hand man and operates as the races pit crew- he’s definitely tinkered with Caines bike, making adjustments and improving the engine. God only knows what the little psycho did, but it’s a damn good bike that’s not supposed to rev as loud as it does.

Pomni:

Her kart is inspired off a Volkswagen Beetle, seemed very VERY Pomni to me. Her car mimics her outfit design a lot, I might do some color changes to be honest but it will be super minimal, it’ll be final when the cards are done! She definitely stops at the pit the most often despite her placement in a race, are my tires okay?? Do I need my oil?? I know you just filled it but it went down- is anything damaged?? Sweetie you did one lap..

Jax:

Jesus Christ he has a giant supercharger on the hood of his car, and he is absolutely one of those annoying mfs that reva their engine OBNOXIOUSLY loud all the time like he’s super cool. If you’re wondering who most of the skid marks on the track are from, that’s also Jax. Hes the best as drifting, and he loves to show that off. His car isn’t based too much on an actual vehicle?? I stared at Mario karts and pieced it together, but also gave it a very sports car look, the wing on the back fr fr I think Jax would dig that.

Kinger:

OHHSOSK I was so creative with his little wagon,,, it’s castle shaped!! And the best part? Operates like a rocket. In the back past the battlement (the crown looking thing you see atop castle pillars) ARE GIANT exhaust pipes and yes, they do spit fire !! Operates like a rocket. It’s very cool! (Also he has a great muffler because unlike Jax he’s considerate of others hearing 💔) Oh also, he has one of those silly horns, I forgot how to describe it but you can just look at how I drew it on his kart and you’ll know heheh!

Zooble:

Our second motorcyclist, owns a trike! If you don’t know what that is, picture a bike with training wheels but super badass. 3 wheels! It’s inspired off the Harley Davidson freewheeler, I like that design a lot but it’s def not actually a Harley because istg when you buy those bikes your just paying for the fancy name brand- expect it to be in the shop all the time, smh not good- BUT ANYWAY!! The looks are inspired off it though and I can’t wait for this one because it’s just as crazy kooky as Zoobles design is.

Gangle:

Her kart is based on my favorite car, classic style but not too cool because you can bet she has anime stickers on the back and a decal that says “please let me merge before I start crying.” It’s similar to a karmann ghia convertible, 1963. Cherry red (so so pretty) She always has the top down, unless competing because damn you gotta go fast. That car itself is really slow, top speed normally is 68mph, however people have modified them enough to get up to 120mph. Thats still pretty slow compared to others, but her kart only reflects the appearance of the ghia! It’s much faster and I assume Bubble works on all their vehicles if asked to.

Lastly, Ragatha:

Our 3rd motorcyclist. 4 Karts, 3 cyclists. Her bike is a futuristic style, if you want a good idea then look up “icare bike”! Not so much a straight forward posture, she leans over ofc, you’ll likely get the idea when you see her bike. I’ll be honest, I haven’t gotten too into her design yet because I haven’t started drawing but!! Dark blue leds,, everywhere yes yes so cool ❤️

Sorry that’s so much 😭 but yeah! Just need to finish 3 kart designs for you guys and I can make official ref cards 👀

[short-wooloo]

My thoughts on the announcement of a new SW film about Rey and rebuilding the Jedi Order

First off...

VINDICAAAAAATIOOOOOOON!

Turns out all of those click bait YouTube videos about how the sequels would be erased/rebooted/retconned out were lying out of their asses and just saying what people wanted to hear because youtube's algorithm favors negativity

In any case, here are the things I want to see in the movie

Bisexual Rey, let her being the successor to Obi-Wan's Bi energy

Rose, see above

Millennium Falcon in Jedi colors, I want to see the old girl refurbished and given a new coat of paint with the Jedi emblem, and Chewbacca is in this movie as the Jedi chauffeur

speaking of returning characters, R2 and 3P0, gotta have em, no arguments allowed,

Ghost Luke, get Mark Hamill back as Luke in the spirit guide role

(also have something where Luke acknowledges/approves of Rey taking on the Skywalker name so people will shut up about that)

Acknowledge Finn as a Jedi in some way, I know John Boyega is rightfully done with the franchise over how he was treated, so how about instead we get so mention of him in the film, a passing mention of "Master Finn" or "Finn is off on a mission with his Padawan"

X-Wings, Jedi edition, I love Jedi starfighters, so I want Rey and the new Jedi to have their own model of X-Wing, built and designed for Jedi pilots

Return of that classic Jedi fashion style, specifically in Rey's case I want her to have robes like Ep I Obi-Wan

Jedi babies, show me the Younglings

Jedi Momma Rey

given that the official description for the movie involves Rey defending the rebuilding Jedi Order, I expect to see Rey protecting the younglings

similar note, but there's something I hope for the plot, Rey is obviously the main character, but maybe there's a pack of Jedi Padawans as the supporting characters

and for my most left-field, "unlikely to happen but god it would be amazing" thing I want to happen...

Old Master Reva

have Reva return, now in her 80s, as a Jedi Master and advisor to Rey, maybe she can be the Creche-Master watching over the younglings

[inquisimer]

for garahel! 'If they wept for him, he couldn’t hear it.'

ro I just 😭😭 I MADE MYSELF CRY AGAIN, I'm so fucking emotional about these two 😭 where do I put all these FEELINGS

for @dadrunkwriting | Isseya & Garahel | wc: 716

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His mind made the same leaps as Isseya’s, at almost exactly the same time. For all that they thought differently, they had spent their lives together and sometimes they thought just the same. He saw the last of the Tainted griffons fall, Edelys, frozen and incapable, and he saw Isseya, lips pressed together, gather Revas’ reins for one last dive.

No.

No sooner had he thought it than Crookytail was moving under him, drawing alongside Revas so that they could stop Isseya before she gave herself up.

If it was to be one of them—and it was, there was no other way, this could not all be for naught—Garahel would not let it be her.

His beloved sister. He’d seen the light in her eyes when they first saw the griffons; the bright joy that bubbled up when Revas wrapped her up in a wing. Of course he’d felt something similar with Crookytail—but none of them ever felt the griffon’s beating heart as Isseya had.

And now the griffons were dying.

He did not know exactly what dark magic Isseya had worked on Strife, those fateful years ago, but he recognized the blame in her eyes. The self-flagellation and disgust at the sight of their great beasts with bloodied beaks and pure, unadulterated rage in their eyes. Whatever she had done to save the griffons had condemned them just the same. Perhaps even worse. And she would never forgive herself for it.

But it was not only her fault. He could have stopped her.

It was his Joining kit that she took, back when he was a Field Commander and she was not. His supplies that she used in that first experiment. If he’d stopped to question her, listened to the nagging in the back of his mind that something was not right, he might have saved her so much of the grief and corruption that weighed on her now.

And beyond that—he had given her secret away. He had been the one to tell the First Warden what she had done, given him the knowledge he needed to issue the order that killed them all. It was necessary, it had to be done, he would do it again—and that did not change the fact that it had hurt his sister, and he regretted that alone.

She was dying. Her hair had long since fallen out and in the rare moments that he saw her unwrapped from all the scarves, Isseya looked more like a ghoul than his sister. But he knew the shape and feel of her as well as he knew his own. He had known her all along and he knew her now still.

Which was why he knew she could fix this.

Isseya had worked impossible magic in her own right. She had a brilliant mind and so many people of the Free Marches owed their lives to her alone. It was her well-intentioned mind that poisoned the griffons and Garahel did not doubt that it was her mind alone that would find the answer, given a chance. A chance she would only have if she lived beyond today.

So even though it was, by rights, her blow to take, Garahel pushed Crookytail past her. They rarely flew the griffons so close, for risk of collision, but he could not stop himself from reaching out to brush bruised and battered knuckles against her shoulder one last time.

Be strong, Isseya, he thought as the wind whipped his hair about his face. You are strong. The strongest of us all. I love you. And I’m sorry.

“Give my love to Amadis, and my weapons to the Wardens,” he said. “And, Isseya, be kind to yourself.”

He prayed that she listened.

As he stood on Andoral’s spine, barely daring to think for fear that he would lose this precious chance, Garahel’s eyes caught on the dark speck that could only be Isseya on Revas, watching it all play out. He raised his blade in a salute she certainly couldn’t see, and drove it down through the Old God’s skull, deep into its Blighted brain.

And as the archdemon’s soul sought him out, as it ripped fire and agony and anguish through his mortal soul:

Isseya, be kind to yourself.

[reva-lution]

Hades, the god-like, roguelike video game, has captivated players with its stunning visuals, sharp writing, and complex character dynamics. Set in the depths of Tarturus, the game’s objective is to escape the Underworld, all while interacting with a plethora of gods, villains, and characters from Greek mythology. But one of its most underrated strengths? The soundtrack. Darren Korb’s compositions for Hades blend everything from rock to folk to electronic influences, creating a musical atmosphere that feels as alive and immersive as the underworld itself.

Today, I’m taking a deep dive into The Lament of Orpheus, one of the standout tracks and one of my personal favorites in Hades. 

Before we begin, here’s a rundown of who Orpheus is in Greek Mythology: Orpheus, a legendary musician and poet, falls in love with Eurydice, a beautiful nymph, but she dies from a snake bite shortly after their wedding. Devastated, Orpheus travels to the Underworld to retrieve her, enchanting Hades and Persephone with his music, who grant him permission to bring her back on the condition that he must not look back at her until they reach the surface. However, overcome by doubt, he turns to look at Eurydice just before exiting, causing her to vanish back into the Underworld forever. 

In the game, Orpheus acts as a musician bound in the court of Hades, split from his lover, even in death. 

Depressing right? Exactly! That’s why he sings a lament in the game.

Coming back on track, let’s finally break down The Lament of Orpheus; listen along at the top to get a feel for all the musical aspects being described...

Read More at revalution.net :)

[thequeendomhq]

“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”

Some time during the Dark Age –

A griffon shrieks – its large, dark wingspan making a shadow over the sun. It lands a few feet from a woman, an Elvhen, dressed in dark armor. “Revas,” the woman greets the Griffon, who, after a moment, turns into a rather large mimic of a dog, pressing its head against the Elvhen’s chest.

She laughs, her hand scratching the cheek of the large griffon, the momentary pain forgotten. It had been a long day, the barren land that she had just come from finally burnt and left behind. 

Those who had survived the onslaught of what eventually would become Eastreach had dragged themselves towards the safety of the broken Tower, towards any place where an Old God and the Dark One’s power could hopefully not reach. What they did not expect was the desperation that followed, the death that would rise in these places that only knew how to kill or be killed. More and more took the Joining, more and more would begin to understand their sacrifice, and more and more became ghouls.

“Isseya!” 

Another’s voice pulled the Elvhen from her thoughts, her hand dropping from Revas’ cheek even as the Griffon gave a huff of annoyance. 

A sandy colored Griffon landed a few feet away, a man sliding off its back, “Andoral has been sighted, coming for the islands – what do we do? Valeria Mordecai and the witches have made it to Eterna. They’ll never last against Andoral alone.”

Isseya glanced at Danaro, then to his griffon, “Valeria has the palantír. She’ll know. Take Shrike and wait for me by the ruined Tower. We will fight the Old God head on.” Her words were strong, but even she was just an Elvhen – just one soldier part of the pattern. The Light of the Laurelin still shined within her, blades that were conjured out of nothing that she would send flying towards the Darkspawn that dared to rear their ugly heads, and she was of Sylaise – she would sacrifice blood for her goddess, and pray that those she fought for would continue on.

The city that would become known as Eterna currently lay in waste ahead of her; broken and shattered buildings, a Tower with white marble that was stained with fire and missing pieces that had fallen into the bay below – the city Valeria Mordecai, the future queen, would rebuild stone by stone. It was a ruin from a previous age, the original name perhaps lost to time. Isseya turned towards Revas now as Danaro and Shrike took to the sky, flying towards the battered city ahead. 

“Ir abelas, Revas,” Isseya’s apology was quiet, but the Griffon was noble – it would never turn from such a fight, and the Legionnaire would never ruin his honor by sending him away. She reached for his back, climbing onto the Griffon as she looked at the Tower far off in the distance. “Lasa ghilan, Sylaise,” she whispered, and the two launched themselves forward, the shrieking of a dragon the only answer to the quiet prayer.

Amon Sûl, a few weeks before the fall of Iskaldrik –

“Veilcrest has always been the reason. It’s a stain on all of Taravell. We can’t destroy the Blight without ridding those who worship Lusacan–”

“You’re talking about a full on war with the Queen and all her followers, it’s madness.”

“Taravell has forgotten about us, we’d have no support, not even–”

“You’re right, but if they knew we were marching to our deaths? They’d support us even less–”

“–Or support us more. Lose Veilcrest or the Legion? They’d be fools to choose them over us!”

Voices continued to shout over one another, the halls of Amon Sûl no stranger to strife and disagreement. Legionnaires had been stationed here for years, those they dragged in, blighted and dying, and somehow survived the Joining – they had yet to leave. Even now, as different officers stood arguing around a large table with a map of Taravell, there didn’t seem to be any moment of respite. 

“Every minute we wait is another minute one of them could regain power. There are forces at work for all of them, nevermind the Dragon of Night.” This Legionnaire did not wish to speak the name Lusacan; names had power, and this one held fear in his heart.

“It’s not like they’re thanking Him for giving them a hobby, they–”

“Well what about the Darkspawn? Nornwatch has reported increased activity, they’re responding to someone–”

“Enough.” 

One voice seemed to silence the others, the Legion Commander standing now at the head of the table that the others stood at. The officers placed their arms over their chest in greeting, some looking annoyed they’d been interrupted, others chastised. 

“We do nothing.” Silas’ eyes were darkened with exhaustion, the commander moving towards a door. Voices called after him, but they were ignored as he shut a door behind him, closing off anyone who would enter the room that led to the staircase for the tower. Up and up he went, silent and weary. No one noticed the tiredness in his voice, or perhaps the way his blue eyes were always watching with an unknown emotion. No one dared question him, and those that had were admonished before they could ever finish their declaration. What good could the Legion be if they spent half their time in single combat, fighting over leadership?

Silas continued to walk the steps of the tower, the stone echoing every movement, every rustle of armor, every sigh – until he reached the top. The hilltop fort was one of the few things for miles around, and within the tower lay the only thing that Silas wished to look at. He walked towards the center of the room, a pedestal rising as he approached. Upon it was a round, crystalline stone. It glowed unnatural colors, twisting and turning, like it was whispering some quiet words as Silas got closer. The Commander pulled off one of his gauntlets, and he reached forward to place his hand upon the glass stone. 

The voices quieted, and Silas’ eyes turned white.

Aventia, Borderreach, Present Day –

“Oi! Get the hell out of my house!” An older man brandishing an axe chased after a young man, who was frantically gathering his clothes and sprinting out of the backhouse that he’d been caught in. The farmer’s daughter was left laughing in her beloved’s wake, watching as he ran, ass out, towards the woods. 

The young soldier stopped when he reached the treeline, a laugh on his lips as he thought about nearly getting axed by the farmer. Pulling his clothes on, he searched for the bow and arrow he’d set down. The woods were quiet, and as he trudged around, it wasn’t until he noticed how quiet that he took pause.

Not a single bird chirped, not even an insect dared to make a noise. 

This farm was settled on the edge of Aventia, the inner town itself a little worse for wear after being on the very border of Iskaldrik and Aetheron’s magical barrier. 

Suddenly, the ground started to shake, the young man falling backwards onto his bum as the noise suddenly became unbearable. Trees began to crash, creatures scuttled from their hiding spots as they sprinted past. The soldier couldn’t move quick enough, scrambling to his feet and discarding his bow and arrow as he raced away, back towards the village.

The farmer still had his axe, holding it up, “Hey! Ya little fucker, I’m gonna…” he cut off as the barrier started shifting, creatures shrieking and the forest seemingly coming alive as it groaned and creaked. 

“Run!” The ground continued to tremble, the farmer and his family gathering their horses. They raced away, despite the barrier…shrinking?

The soldier stopped, watching as it got smaller, and smaller –going further away. 

Eventually, the crashing noises ended, and silence fell upon the farm once more. 

He huffed out a laugh, unsure why they’d taken so much care to run the other way. He started to walk, following the tracks of the horses. It wasn’t a long march back to the town of Aventia, but the hoof prints he followed eventually were paired with…something else. 

Blood splattered in the mud, large sliding tracks that showed where a horse had fallen, where another had been dragged – and a severed leg was all that remained as he continued to walk. His weak stomach simply made him gag; an untrained soldier, he’d barely seen war. Aventia was a town plagued with pressure from the Iskaldran border, used to seeing witchers catch runaways, smugglers pass through with those they’d rescued. It was a strange town, but it had always been relatively peaceful – only because they avoided conflict as much as possible.

Until now. 

Smoke rose from one of the nearest farms, the entire home and field burning. The ground rumbled once more, and the young soldier had to lift his eyes to see the town of Aventia under siege. Creatures that he’d never seen before were climbing the wooden walls. Archers who hadn’t seen battle in many winters attempting to shoot them off. Screams echoed through the valley, and the young man suddenly wished he hadn’t left his arrows behind. 

Pulling the shortsword from his belt, he took a breath, ready to charge forward to help his home. A noise from behind him made him pause, however, the ground shaking with every step that seemed to come closer and closer. 

He turned, eyes lifting up to a monstrous creature that was born easily from nightmares. The ogre roared, and the young man fell backwards, eardrums shattering from the sheer proximity. The last thing he would see was the ogre’s axe swinging down. 

OOC Information:

Enjoy some spicy Legion things and a first insight into what those in Amon Sûl have been arguing about for a while…

Legionnaires will occasionally have visions of a blighted dragon in their dreams. Infrequent, but it leaves a bitter taste upon awakening.

The barrier surrounding Iskaldrik put up by Aetheron has shrunk. 

The town of Aventia is located in Borderreach, you can find it on the Lysara map. 

Aventia is under siege by a massive amount of darkspawn. News has spread towards Feronia and the edges of Northreach, and news will slowly be making its way down through the Silverlands and Lysara to Eterna. This is the first time in modern history that a large, seemingly coordinated attack has been made against a capital town by darkspawn. 

Lady Severian, a silver faiman and the ruling noble, has called for aid from Lórien’dal, Caer Glas Keep, Feronia, and Eterna.

Aventia is not known for its modern defenses, only its strategic location and old but sturdy stone walls. 

[muserryy]

LIFE OF REVA (H.S)

chapter 2 || LIFE OF REVA MASTERLIST || main masterlist

read chapter one here.

Reva D'Souza

It was another evening and we had just finished our takeout dinner. Now, we were lounging in the living area. I was sitting near the balcony, on a barstool at the counter table. I kept the sliding door open, letting in the wind and sounds of traffic commotion. Harry was sprawled on the couch, busy on his phone, wearing his grey sweats and a black tee.

It had been a week and a half since I started staying in this flat. and I had noticed that Harry usually spent his evenings out. However, today, he decided to stay in. I usually stayed in, went for a short walk around the block or nearby streets, or talked to my family. 

Our apartment was a 2 BHK on the second floor of a building that accommodated families and students. Upon entering, there was the living space. To the left of the entrance was a wall, with the kitchen on the other side seamlessly flowing into the living area. A large glass sliding door, in the front, led to the balcony, which provided the main source of natural light. Directly across from the balcony, at the end of the living area, were two rooms; Harry's on the left and mine on the right. The bathroom was located to the right of the entrance, just before my room. 

I was pleased with my room; it was boxy yet not too sophisticated. There was a single bed in the corner by the door, a weary wardrobe, a study table, and a window where I had a small potted plant that I watered from time to time. I had yet to decorate my room and was searching for ideas. I brought some of my sketches to stick on the walls, but it was certain that I was not going to keep my room plain like vanilla.

The grey paint on the walls was peeling in some corners, but it was bearable. I was satisfied with the bathroom. It was big enough and had bright tiles; everything was at a strategic distance. 

It wasn't congested at all, maybe because of the fewer chattels. Overall, it was worth the half rent I was paying. 

We had been sitting here for 10 minutes. At first I thought about saying or asking something but my mind was blank. I kept trying to figure out what to say because the silence was starting to feel a bit awkward. However, when we both became engrossed in our screens, I didn't care. 

Eventually, Harry decided to break the silence. 

"So, when do your classes start?" Harry asked, looking up from his phone. His voice was soothingly deep, with a british accent.

I looked up from mine, meeting his gaze. "Next week," I cleared my throat as I had been silent for a while. 

He nodded, getting busy on his phone again. I leaned forward on my chair placing my arms against the marble counter and continued scrolling on my phone. 

"You nervous?" 

Our eyes met again. I nodded, mentally slapping myself to use the words. "A little, it's my first time in college, so. .. " 

"Understandable," He smiled sympathetically, "but don't worry, you'll be fine. I remember my first year of college was nerve-wracking too."

I gave him a small smile.

Oh god what should I say now? Should I ask him something about it? Why the hell am I like this?

"What's your major? I didn't ask you about it before." 

We had already had a conversation about the university when we realized that we were both attending the same one. It was a brief exchange, neither of us asked about each other's majors or courses. We had a small introduction— the where's and the why's. I learned that Harry was from Holmes Chapel in Cheshire and had come to pursue his undergraduate studies with his friends. I shared that I was from India and that my parents, especially my father, had encouraged me to pursue higher education abroad.

"I'm doing a joint major in literature and sociology." I answered.

"Actually, I'm also doing sociology. so we have one subject in common." He said, a grin spreading across his face.

My eyebrows shot up. Oh now that's a great coincidence. He might help me with the subject.

"Oh! and what else are you taking?"

"I'm doing a triple major in psychology, sociology and music." He responded as he locked his phone and put his arms behind his head, focusing on me.

"Wow. I considered studying psychology too, but not to that level… you know, studying for the sake of grades and all the practical stuff..." I admitted, fiddling with my phone. "I just have a deep curiosity about human behaviour."

"Well, I have been interested in it for a long time, pretty intense." 

"And what about music? You like to sing or–" He interrupted me before I could finish my question.

"I like singing," he nodded, a sly smile appearing on his lips.

I gave him an impressed look, curious to know more, but couldn't bring myself to ask further questions about it. Maybe it was simply a matter of mood. 

"That's great! It's your final year, isn't it? What are you gonna do after that?" I found myself asking.

I have always been interested in knowing what people will be doing once they graduate and all those future plans.

"I'm not sure yet," he shifted, sitting straight. "Masters in psychology or music, maybe. Or maybe working in music therapy." He shrugged.

And I like such answers. I like when people are unsure and still figuring things out. It makes me feel relieved and reassured, less alone. It reminds me that they are humans. We are just humans ౨ৎ. 

I hadn't really given much thought to my future beyond college, but whenever someone asked me I tried to appear as if I had some kind of plan.

"Literature, right? You must enjoy reading a lot, then?" He inquired, his fingers idly playing with his soft, messy curls. 

Oh hell no. I mean I do read but that's not why I chose literature. To be honest, I'm not sure why I chose it. I read mostly for myself when I feel like it. I'm not the type to be engrossed in books and texts all the time. I prefer writing. 

"Actually, I don't read that much." I said, pursing my lips, knowing it must be confusing to him. A lit major who doesn't read, well— that much. "I prefer writing. I either write poetry or just… whatever comes to my head."

He raised his eyebrows at my words. I had a feeling he might be judging me, but he didn't question it.

Instead, he asked, "You write?"

I gave him a simple nod of confirmation. I wanted to mention that I was currently working on a small project but I didn't want to disclose it to anyone until I was sure it was progressing.

"Could I maybe read some of your writing sometime?" He asked, almost eagerly. I blinked.

Nobody had ever asked to read something I'd written before, not even my close ones who were aware of my writing. Harry was a near-stranger, I wouldn't mind sharing it with him now that he had asked, but something held me back. I didn't want to be judged for what I wrote. People often make assumptions about our worth as writers, after reading a few pieces. They may not say it to our faces, but the facade of appreciation and praise still scars and bothers me just as much.

Oh gosh, it's always those people. 

My mind was racing with a desire to scream 'YES, YES, YES', but the word 'no' was on the tip of my tongue, to keep my writing personal and hidden away.

"I'm… I'm not sure," I muttered. "I'm not used to sharing my writing with anyone."

"Oh, no, I mean it's completely up to you. I was just curious." He smiled, favourably. I let out a breath. 

Girl, you should apologize to him, at least, for being dismissive especially when he showed interest. He was curious and you said you're not sure? Really?

I could smell his probable disappointment, but I didn't bring myself to say anything. Instead, I felt an urge to confess my secret work in progress. Was I feeling this way because I refused to show him my work or—

"You know," he spoke, "I used to write poetry too, back in high school." 

Woah!

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I tried to, at least." he chuckled, looking down at himself and picking at the fabric of his t-shirt. "Nothing too great, mostly just teenage angst and emotions."

I chewed my lips, staring at his relaxed figure. I often found myself pouring my own emotions and thoughts into whatever I wrote. It was a way of expressing myself, especially because I couldn't verbalize my feelings.

"Looking back, some of my poetry was absolutely ridiculous," he admitted, slightly shaking his head.

He chuckled, gazing up at me, "I was a classic teenage drama queen." 

"I know the feeling, I've written my fair share of corny stuff too." I couldn't suppress a titter as I said that. I leaned my chin on my hand.

"I think we all go through that phase, no?" The tiny smile never left his lips. 

"Yeah, I suppose so." I concurred with a nod.

And the conversation died. I took another glance at him before averting my gaze down to my phone, seeing my reflection on the black screen. My hair, pulled into a ponytail, had somehow managed to look untidy and loose with strands of hair almost sticking out from the sides. I grimaced at my state. My hands quickly reached up to readjust it and make it somewhat presentable. 

Great, I had been looking like this the entire time and it wasn't even a cute, loose ponytail. 

A ring echoed in the silence, grabbing my attention— Harry's phone. He glanced at the caller before standing up and securing his door key in his pocket.

"I'm heading out," he informed me, walking to the door with his phone in his hand, still ringing. "I'll be back in about half an hour." He flashed me a quick smile before opening the door and stepping out.

"Aye, count to 20!" I heard him giggle into the phone as the door shut.

I exhaled a huff and pulled the elastic band off my hair, letting my mid-back length hair fall loose.

Time to oil my hair. 

chapter 3 soon!!

[timetravellingkitty]

REVA I JUST LISTENED TO MEET THE GRAHAMS AND EUPHORIA. AND OH MY GOD

welcome to the club

[inhurtandincomfort]

Ailesswhumptober day 5: Migraine

Finished this one just now, whew! Kinda rushed towards the end because I still have so much to work on, but I'm quite pleased with it - It's a lot less serious than most of my works, but this is the voice that came to me and I'm tired, I haven't proof read it, in the spirit of our dear Captain himself - fuck it, we ball.

TW for emeto. Not too detailed, but if you have a phobia do not read it.

Ancassius was not having a very good day. Nay, not even a good week.

First that bastard Captain Whatshisface stole that smuggling deal from right under his nose, a steady supply of Celunium that would have made him an easy fortune. It doesn't matter if someone else got there first, Ancassius is far more reliable. Truly it was their  missed opportunity, not his. He's not bitter. 

Then he received the devastating news that his favourite tavern -on the coast of Swabar, with that gorgeous doe-eyed barmaid- had received it's final warning and closed it's doors for the last time. And yes, the one time they ate there he and his crew had suffered horrible food poisoning, but the rum was good and the funny little mouse people played surprisingly good music. He hoped they'd be able to get work elsewhere - the wife was pregnant for gods sake!

Later that same evening  his trusted quartermaster Reva informed him of a sighting of the merfolk near the Stone Forest, which meant they had to divert to take the long way. Ancassius was not going near those wretched creatures again, no thank you. 

Ancassius had retired early that night without dinner, feeling a niggling tension in his head that told him he needed a good rest. ("Yes Reva I know it's poetry night, no Reva I don't think that counts as 'self-care'")

He may as well have stayed for the dreaded Crimson Rose poetry, because when he woke up, expecting a bright new day ready to be conquered, he opened his eyes-

And immediately regretted it. 

He groaned, pulling the blanket over his head. Nedros' pits, it was bright. Whose idea was it to have a sun this early in the morning? 

This feeling wasn't unfamiliar to him. Luckily in his experience they never last long. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. If he could just sleep awhile longer he's sure it'll be gone when he next wakes up...

A sharp knock on the door interrupted that thought. 

"Captain," Reva's voice usually so pleasant to hear now drummed through his skull like someone was hammering nails into it. "Captain, we've arrived at the South Port. Ms. Bedell will be waiting for you." 

Right. He was supposed to be meeting the head of some mercenary agency or something. What they wanted with him he didn't know, it didn't matter. He was never one to turn down potential business, he had people counting on him after all. But they were meeting a little after one in the afternoon. "That's not for hours." 

A pause. "Captain, it's past noon." 

What? Blearily he pushed himself to lean up and check the watch that lay on his bedside counter, squinting to see. 

12:47. 

He cursed. "I'll be out there," He promised, grabbing last nights shirt from the chair on which it had been flung and throwing it on, pulling on some  pants from the floor and his jacket. He stood straight and let out an involuntary moan, clutching his head in one hand, the bedside table in the other for balance. A wave of nausea came over him and he gagged, bringing his fist to his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut until the feeling passed. Saints, why today of all days? 

He took a deep breath, securing his pistols in their holsters. He crammed his hat on his head as he dashed out the door, wincing again as he faced the full force of the sun. 

"Ah, Captain," Moira their newest member intercepted him, "Reva told me to give ya this," She practically shoved a filled water skin in his hands which he drank from immediately with a quick thanks, the cool water refreshing down his throat. Moira smiled widely and blinked owlishly at him; it was rather unnerving. "Anything else I can help with, sir?" She asked chipperly. Now Ancassius blinked. 

"Uh, you can go see if Urag needs a hand," He offered lamely, though she didn't seem to notice. 

"Aye, Cap'n!" She saluted (why? this was a pirate crew, not the navy) before bouncing off to the kitchen. She seemed far too eager to do what was probably chopping off fish heads or disposing of guts, but to each their own. He admired her enthusiasm at least. 

Thirst suitably quenched, he savoured this last second alone to take a deep breath and adjust his jacket, and marched onward to his next battle. 

*

"Ah, good afternoon Captain," Ms. Bedell greeted pleasantly, a polite smile on her fair face. Blonde hair was tied up in an elegant bun with loose strands framing her face, brown eyes warm and inviting. If she was upset about his tardiness, she didn't show it. "I hope this day finds you well." 

Okay, she was definitely just being polite, or maybe this was her way of being snarky. He knew his hair was a mess, his clothes were rumpled, he probably reeked of alcohol and sweat and he had to be visibly swaying on his feet. He just nodded numbly, "Yeah," he forced a smile of his own, almost collapsing into his seat. It was only a simple wooden chair with a simple elegance to it. He had a feeling it was worth more than it looked. The entire room was nothing like he'd expected of a proper office; though there was a rather ornate desk present with neat stacks of papers and books piled on, instead the woman had opted to sit at a little coffee table near the window with two small couches facing each other.

"Tea?" She offered. She didn't wait for an answer, already pouring out two cups of what probably would be a nice warming herbal drink on literally any other day, but now the fragrant smell made his stomach turn. He had to get this done with as quickly as possible. He should have just rescheduled. Why didn't he reschedule? 

"You have business with me?" Ancassius asked curtly, sounding a little ruder than he'd intended.

She didn't falter. "Yes. Or at least, I hope to." Her tone changed, her smile falling in favour of a more serious demeanour. "I'll cut to the chase. We've been investigating an increase of missing persons within the country. I think you may be able to help us."

Missing... persons? "What makes you think that?

"You have connections, Captain, all over the world. While we have our own sources in Aenora,  we are regrettably lacking in the international department. I believe it's high time we expand our prospects, broaden our horizons." She went on about... something to do with international incidents, political crises and...Ancassius tried to listen, really he did, but lights were flashing at the edge of his vision and his head throbbed, a drumming pain far worse than it had been earlier. He really, really regretted leaving his ship.

"The likes of which... Captain? Are you alright?" A distant voice wavered, drowned out by an infernal high-pitched screech that came from within. He felt bile crawling up his throat and he leapt up, knocking into the table in the process and sprinted -or he tried, it was more like stumbling with urgency- to the door. Unfortunately he only made it a few feet down the hallway before he fell to his knees, retching painfully as the contents of his stomach emptied over the floor, not that there was much to empty. He could vaguely hear people talking but it sounded like they were underwater. Someone pulled his hair back and a glass of water was pushed to his lips which he was grateful for, washing the vile taste from his mouth. He stayed kneeling on the floor with his head down, eyes screwed shut clutching his head. It felt like it was about to split open with his ears stuffed full of cotton, everything sounded so far away except for that horrible ringing and it wouldn't stop.

Strong arms expertly hauled him to his feet and led him into a nearby room, setting him down on a soft couch, drawing the curtains closed. They said something to him he couldn't quite hear, but it was dark and he didn't have to stand or pay attention to anything anymore, it seemed like they left him alone.

* 

He awoke some hours later to a gentle knock at the door. Blearily he opened his eyes and quickly realised he wasn't on his ship. Nor his home. What was he doing that day? Right, he'd come to talk business with some rich Lady, and... 

Promptly threw up all over her nice hardwood floor. 

Fuck.

Before he could decide whether he'd make it climbing out the window and fleeing down the street never to show his himself in this city again, the door opened a crack and a little bronze face poked through. Brown eyes met his and lit up, door opening wider to let herself in.

"Evening, Captain," Reva said cheerfully, dark curls dancing around her pointed ears. He was glad it was her; at least the Agency could see that one of them was responsible and took care of themselves. "We were told you'd taken a bad turn right here at the meeting place. Imagine my surprise when I was informed our smart, sensible and mature Captain needed his poor underpaid crew to come and take him home like a drunken youth. I never thought I'd be doing this for an adult man, I have to say."  "You are not underpaid," Ancassius grumbled, slowly sitting up. He still felt groggy, but the pain had subsided a bit  and the ringing was no longer deafening. "What time is it?"

"Just past seven. Victoria said you're quite welcome to stay as long as you need, but I know you'd much rather be back on the sea, if you're up for it?" 

Ancassius raised an eyebrow at the sudden first-name usage, but didn't comment. He supposed they'd probably had much to talk about, waiting for him. How humiliating. "Yes, I would like to leave." He said quietly. Reva grinned. 

"That's what I thought. Come on, up with you." 

He carefully stood, still wobbly on his feet and she took his arm, embarrassing him further as he leaned on her much smaller frame doing his best to put as little weight on her as possible but she didn't seem to struggle at all. "I've already handled things with Victoria, so don't you worry there. I told her you probably want to leave without saying goodbye, and that's just fine seeing as you'll be seeing each other much more from now on."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked warily as they stepped out on the streets.

She tilted her head, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes that he knew all too well. "Because she's your new boss, of course!" 

"Reva."

"While you were snoozing, some of us were working. Victoria makes a good case, and let's be honest, piracy doesn't make much these days does it. So I agreed on your behalf."

"You can't make those kinds of decisions for me-" He began, but she cut him off. 

"That's my job, is it not? When the Captains incapacitated or otherwise unavailable, it's my job to step up and make decisions in the best interest of the crew, and captain of course. So because somebody refused to admit he was unwell and insisted on trying to do things alone instead of rescheduling or sending his trusted crew to do it for him, I had take over. See how this works?" 

He sighed heavily. "Fine. I get it, I'm sorry. I'll be more responsible next time." 

She sniffed. "Yes, you will." She said haughtily, before relaxing into a soft smile. "You're lucky we love you or we'd have made you walk the plank years ago." 

"No you wouldn't." 

"No. But you would be scrubbing the deck." 

They continued in comfortable silence until they reached the harbour. Ancassius nearly cried when his ship came into view. When they boarded they were immediately swarmed by concerned crewmates, each offering their own remedies and questions and Ancassius appreciated it, truly he did, but he could absolutely not be dealing with this right now. 

Luckily he didn't have to. "All right, you lot, get back to work. Just because the Captain needs rest doesn't mean you all do. Until Captain is cleared medically you bring all questions and grievances to me, understood?" There was a loud chorus of "Aye, sir!" and Ancassius couldn't help but smile to himself. Nedros surely smiled at him to send Reva his way - even if she'd taken up a big job on his behalf. 

"What a week, huh?" He said airily as they climbed the steps to his cabin. He couldn't wait to  collapse into bed and sleep for 10 hours straight. 

Reva paused in the doorway. "Captain, it's Wednesday." 

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

I gotta hear more about this Multiwarden AU

I think everyone has some sort of multiwarden AU but for me:

The idea centers around the idea of a what if there were multiple Wardens which progressed into ‘hey I want more Hawkes’ and then ‘what if all the Inquisitor possibilities were around to’.

The base idea is that Duncan recruits all the Wardens and they save the world, right? It then goes into ‘what if Hawke had more people with them’ and I was adding more people. Then the Inquisitor thing was ‘so what if Lavellan did get the orb but everyone else lived and now they’re all part of the inner circle’ which further spiralled into ‘So ALL Rooks’

I know I’d be using some of my canon Wardens: Riley Cousland, Thea Surana, Naohman Tabris, Folcher Aeducan, Cian Mahariel, Brynn’s Brosca.

Hawkes would have Bernadette Hawke with her twin Archie. Then we have child hood friends Simon, Aisley and Loraine.

Inquisitors would be: Mila Trevylan, Revas Lavellan, Ophelia Trevylan, Charity Cadash, Lucas Cadash, Anna Trevylan (not a canon one but one I made for this au), Shok Adaar, Edmund (not a Trevylan)

and then Rooks would be the Rooks I have.

It also spiralled into a ‘watching the future’ type thing later which may or may not happen.

But the big idea I had was sort of a ‘rewrite’ of the series in which I really explore the possibilities of ‘what if Cullen had a decent redemption arc’ and ‘hey so this was dumb’ and more. Plus I really wanted to work in ‘hey so all gods are real and the Evanuris were faking their godhood by stealing real god names’ but with recent reveals… might need more tweaking.

It’s just fun to think on.

[hoboblaidd]

@weptlore liked for a starter

It was morning, by Solas’ estimation, though such things were never clear in the Crossroads. He'd spent what passed as night sitting beneath the twisting vines of the brass tree he'd fashioned into a listening post. The lyrium dagger hummed in his hands, the blade resting on his outstretched palms. The hollow voices of the evanuris swirled and echoed with their arrogance, delusions, and typical infighting. They decried the rebellion and derided him, but none revealed a knowledge of the move the rebellion planned to make today.

He missed Felassan's footfalls as Mythal's voice rose above the din. Derision, dismissal. He cut the communication short, shoulders sagging, and allowed his eyes to close for a brief moment before realizing Felassan was there.

Solas hadn't slept. He wasn't sure if Felassan had.

He rose stiffly, posture falling back into something more resembling a leader of a rebellion. He hoped he did not look as haggard as he felt. "They seem unaware," he said by way of greeting. "That should buy us time for the extraction."

He drew a hand over his brow as if to push the relentless exhaustion from his mind. It was always thus. A small skirmish against impossible odds. A dozen people saved, perhaps, at the cost of dozens more. He'd cared about that once, deeply. Now, he just wanted to see it done. They could mourn when this was over.

"Andruil's hold over the land surrounding the village is strong," said Solas, as if either of them didn't know that all too well. Even here, tucked away safely in the labyrinth he'd created between June's modified eluvians, he said the god's name in a low voice. Their people's names held power. The Dread Wolf. The Slow Arrow. It was as much incantation as moniker. Best not to throw such things around casually. "I expect she'll make an appearance. I will draw her off," he added heavily, "but you must move quickly. She cannot be evaded for long."

He glanced past Felassan at the Vir Revas, and then finally met Felassan's eyes. There was always the risk before these little battles that the look would be their last. "With luck,” he said, doing what he could to affect a lighter tone, “we will be back before nightfall, and you can complain about how I was undoubtedly reckless."