#multi wardens

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 18 “I’m fine.”                        

| Self-defense | Allergies | Headache |

Another day for @juneofdoom, and a changed as it's a short break from TVDs and hurting Elijah Mikaelson.

The new dragon age hype had brought me back so here's a little of my multi warden/Hawke/inquisitor fic.

Dragon age origins.

Introducing

Solona Amell, the youngest of a marcher noble family, too pretty for her own good and too angry and smart for anyone else’s. The spirit healer that hid her abilities out of spite.

Alim Surana, the alienage elf, conceived in the tower and left in the care of his grandmother before he ended up in the same tower. The moral compass of the three from the outside but really the one with the least morals. The natural Blood mage.

And of course our beloved suffering Jowan.

Anti circle, anti Templar, anti Irving.

Warnings for sexual assault, kidnapping, abuse, murder and description of disembowelment.

—-------------

They had a system in the tower, between the three of them, a code of sorts.

“Are you alright?” The pair of the ask Solona expecting the worst after they had overheard some of the Templars speaking of bedding the tall apprentice.

“I'm Alright.” Solona grins with to many teeth

She had been warned, she knew it was coming.

It would be alright, eventually.

She would use it, she had heard Gregor complain about his Templars going for younger apprentices, she at least looked older than her thirteen.

--

“Are you alright?” Solona asks when he manages to escape one of the new Templars, because of a distraction caused by Jowan.

I'm alright.” Alim says fingers touching the bleeding cuts on his still pointed ears.

It would be alright, eventually.

They'll heal, he could ignore them.

--

“Are you alright?” Alim asks when Jowan returns from a punishment he took for Alim. They knew the new Templar in charge of punishments this month was harsher on Elves.

I'm alright.” Jowan smiles at him, rolling his shoulders.

It would be alright, eventually.

Lashes string and scar but they’re temporary.

--

“Are you alright?” They asked each other at the same time, pile of dented and broken armour at the bottom of the stairs.

They would have ignored him if he hadn't preferred the younger girls, taken dragged Jowan from bed one night for the same reason.

If he wasn't the last seen with six year old Kenith before he was found dead in his bed the next morning.

If he hadn't started to target Alim the same way.

“Alright.” They reply, laughing slightly.

Solona takes the blame using her race, gender, nobility, her place as one of Irving's star pupils and closeness to Gregor, to lessen the punishment, the joys of leverage.

Jowan's sixteen, Solona and Alim are fourteen and they just killed a man, it was alright, they made it so.

--

“Are you alright?” Jowan asks when he notices Alim is quiet on their return from the private lessons with Irving.

“I'm fine.” he tells Jowan, sharper than he planned.

 Solona always had a darker view of the tower. Why wouldn't she be unsurprised by this.

Jowan throws an arm over his shoulder and Sol leans against the other side.

It was always clear that Irving was training them to be his replacement, but he had thought that meant the other would stay to assist.

No Irving couldn't allow split loyalty, whoever won and was picked the other would be sent to another circle.

This wasn't something he could use, this was knowing even playing the rules he was going to lose them eventually.

--

“Are you alright?” Alim asks the first time the Rite of Tranquility is fully explained to them.

“Alright.” Solona says and Alim tries to ignore the almost want in her eyes.

“F-fine.” Jowan stutters, without thinking they shift to press him between them.

It was clear who the talk was aimed at, not Irving’s star pupils but the unfortunate third of the group, who next to Solona's unnaturally large mana reserve and Alim's unnatural gift at near perfecting everything they're taught within weeks, fell behind.

This wasn't something he could ignore.

--

“Sol?’ Jowan’s voice wakes Alim.

“Are you alright?” 

Solona is silent for a moment, as they stare at her, it's been months since the Templars had taken her to the higher levels, the only reason they knew she was still alive was news from Wynne Jowan had managed to get.

The last of Alim's respect for Irving had died when he asked and got told not to concern himself and to use the time to his advantage to over take her in their studies.

“I'm fine.” she tells them softly, before climbing into the bed.

It's difficult to fit them all in one apprentice bed now, Alim’s average for an elf his age but neither Jowan and Solona, both tall humans but they make it work.

Solona’s in the centre and neither of them say a thing when she curls around her stomach.

It wasn't hard to work out what happened, just before Anders last escape, nine months ago, they had been using each other, Anders for a distraction from Karl was transferred and Solona for her first choice.

She was a child when they stole her, she was barely more than a child when they stole hers.

It wasn't something she could move one from, it was permanent.

--

“Are you alright?” Jowan asks when Alim wakes up from his harrowing.

“I'm” Alim paused for a moment the words of the strange man in the fade echoing around his head giving him a headache. “ Alright.” He finishes with a smile.

He would be as long as he had the pair of them.

--

“Are you alright?” One of the wardens ask the pair of them on the way to Highever, for Duncan to pick up another recruit.

“Fine.” They reply in sync, they were missing a part of themselves, Jowan had betrayed, lied, left them behind and he was out there alone.

What was alright about that?

Because things could become alright but they were never fine in the tower.

—--

“Are you alright?”

Jowan blinks at the person in front of his cell door.

And laughs.

--

“You’ ‘right?” The drunken dwarf, Oghren asks.

Solona’s hand is pressed flat on her stomach to stop her insides from slipping out from the tear the Darkspawn’s horn had opened, she raises an eyebrow at him and laughs.

--

“Are you alright?” someone in camp asks Alim, their face blurry from his exhaustion.

He looks at Jowan passed out of the floor, Solona being led away by her lovers; the bastard prince and Lady Cosland the younger.

He looks at the dalish hunter turned Warden placing desperate kisses on the recent darkspawn returned to elf through sheer will, blood magic and spirit healing.

Three illegal barely more than teenage mages just did what the chantry claimed was impossible.

He laughs.

[heniareth]

I love writing Origins bc I love Morrigan being snarky and tone-deaf and so so lonely and Alistair wallowing in grief and insecurity and also loneliness and Sten being simultaneously done with life and deeply depressed and Leliana trying to cheer everybody up and making them all out to be grand heroes of the realms so that maybe she can feel good about herself and Zevran deflecting with humor and flirting left and right while being corroded by guilt and grief and Wynne being so infuriatingly preachy but also genuinely very sweet, and Oghren drowning his sorrows in alcohol and becoming the most distasteful person known to man- elven- qunari- and dwarvenkind... And my Warden is standing in the middle, burdened with the mission to try and save Ferelden and possibly all of Thedas, having to reckon with the fact that their life as they knew it is over and that their time has been cut short, solving everybody's problems, experiencing the unique blend of social injustice proper to their heritage, AND. having to wrangle the above group of misfits. Honestly, nobody does it like the Warden. I too would read like I aged twenty years during that one year trip. What on earth

[kettlefire]

Kid Flash & the Prison.

Wally West doesn't believe in the supernatural.

Aliens? Sure. Atlanteans? Understandable. Clones? Yes, makes perfect sense.

Magic and ghosts? Party tricks.

It's not real, and it never will be.

That's the only reason he accepted the stupid bet. He knows Robin was just trying to rile him up, but he couldn't help it.

M'gann was so sure it was haunted. Swore up and down that it just didn't feel right, and tried to talk Wally out of it.

He wasn't going to wuss out in front of her. So he went in. He took up the bet and went inside the haunted old prison.

An hour. He just had to survive an hour in the creaky, dark, damp building.

That can't be so hard, right?

He steeled himself, laughed of the concerned looks, and went straight in. Ignoring the looming voice in the back of his head telling him to turn away.

The heavy doors slammed shut behind him, a cold chill filled the air, and...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Wally could hear the slight dripping of an old pipe somewhere, but that was all.

The prison was just that. An old abandoned prison, falling apart on it's edges. That was it. Nothing more nothing less, and Wally laughed at himself for his stupid fear.

He zoomed through the building, going into every room. Looking at every nook and cranny. Taking pictures so make sure no one could say he stayed huddle at the door.

It wasn't until he reached the Warden's office that something happened.

It wasn't a big deal, Wally was just certain a draft knocked over one of those rotten wooden shelves. That's what the crash was, no need to fret. Wally absolutely didn't jump at the sound.

He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, and pulled...

Nothing happened. The door refused to open. The knob turned, it wasn't locked. Yet it felt like door might be barricaded, so tightly that Wally couldn't even shove it an inch.

It only made Wally want to get in even more. He's been to every other inch of this prison, he wasn't going to let a rotten door stop him.

But then it happened. Translucent glowing green arms shot out of the wooden door, gripping at Wally's skin in an ice cold and bruising grasp.

He didn't scream. No, Wally shouted. That's all he did. It was manly, 100%, he just got a little jump scared that's it.

His comm crackled to life, and Wally could hear the voices of his team through thick static. He could barely make it out, what with trying not to get pulled into the door.

The old rotten door wasn't a door anymore. It swirled a glowing green and purple color, and the presence of it sent a chill down Wally's spine.

This time, as Wally felt the floor slipping from under him, Wally screamed. A blood curdling sound because this wasn't supposed to happen.

The speedster wasn't sure if he had just closed his eyes, or if he passed out. Yet, when he opened his eyes again he was in a prison.

A prison. Not The Prison.

The walls were a sickly purple grey, the sky above him was inky black with the occasional streak of green. And Wally realized very quickly, he wasn't on Earth anymore.

Maybe he should have been more concerned by the green beings dressed in riot gear circling around him. Or the fact that he was now wearing a grey and black jumpsuit, his super suit and mask completely missing.

But no. No the thing that sent a numbing wave of dread through was the man.

The man, who could barely be called a man, that loomed over him. Dressed in white and black suit. Whose skin was a deathly white.

An almost skeletal look to his face, yet Wally didn't doubt he strength and power in that man.

The man who called himself Warden Walker.

Walker wasted no time in listening a startling list of rules Wally had broken. Rules that would lead him to spend much too long trapped in this ghostly prison.

As much as Wally hated to admit it, that's what it was. Ghosts.

And he had no clue how to get free. Even as he was changed, and lead around the prison. To the mess hall. Even as Wally started down at the food that looked absolutely radioactive.

In this moment, Wally realized how screwed he truly was. Terrified of what would happen next. Would his friends try going into the prison after him?

How much time has even passed? Would his friends end up trapped here with him? Would they get worse treatment? How could a human be in a ghost prison?!

His spiraling panic and stressed came to a complete halt when she sat down. Grey skin and firey blue hair, Wally couldn't help but find her beauty enticing.

Her boyfriend, however, looked as if he could snap Wally in two. Looming forming, looking to be a metallic suit and firey green mohawk.

Wally really thought he was going to get the weirdest beat down of his life.

Except the conversation quickly shifter a plan for a riot. Talk of how to get Wally out of there. Leaving the speedster absolutely flabbergasted. Why would they help?

Every time Wally tried to ask the ghosts why, they kept brushing him off. Until finally he got an answer from Ember. Which only left him with more questions.

"Because the dipstick would be a bigger pain if we let a human stay here."

[carrinth]

Grievous Insult.

Comic inspired by this doodle:

I read the tooltip of the talent and now I'm fairly sure Justice knows how to insult in multiple languages courtesy of his "helpful" fellow Wardens. 😅 Warden-Commander Marzel was horrified.

[not-kamenx]

just a thought I had

I love how in the beginning when Ekusu/Jaxon and Bird/Robin were still in their whole phase of getting used to each other in the earlier episodes, Robin was the one to be the hugger

LIKE HE FULL ON TACKLED JAXON FOR A CELEBRATORY HUG

then later on

Jaxon is the one initiating most of the physical contact

he takes Robin’s hand whenever he feels like it (when he wanted to try the cheese waffle sushi after moving into Komaba Sushi and dragged him along, and in the ep of Warden’s Exam when he wanted to battle) and regularly seems to choose him over Multi over most situations even when he’s scared, like in the ep of Riddles and Beys when he hides behind Robin after the tall person appeared (I FORGOT THE NAME)

It’s just really funny to see how it kind of swapped

[abyssal-ilk]

it is. so tempting to make a worldstate where i make a warden for each origin and make them all coexist. hero of fereldan? no. heroes. all seven of them.

[batterycows]

Was wondering who would be more fun than Stroud to have as Hawke’s warden friend and then it came to me: his literal cousin !!!

[inquisitor-julia]

A friend and I are getting ambitious and co-starting our separate da rewrite fix it fics with our ocs and oh boy let me tell you do I need to brush up on my lore and do some writing exercises first bc this is an undertaking (that I am excited about)

Idk that these fics will be posted here but when I actually get a substantial amount done I'll let y'all know!

[dr-malice]

The Wardens Dad From Superjail!

[derelictjunk]

Rook Masterpost (read more about them here!)

Altirez Mercar | Shadow Dragons | Spellblade

Recovered from a Ventus battlefield as an infant by Imperium soldiers following an escape attempt by a group of elven slaves, attempting to use the chaos of an ongoing battle to cover their exit. Altirez is returned to Legatus Charon Mercar, who, feeling partly responsible takes in and raises the child as one of his own. With a tumultuous family life and military career, Altirez grew increasingly frustrated with his position in the Imperium. He eventually took matters into his own hands, quickly catching the attention of the Shadow Dragons, who were quick to induct the like-minded operative into their ranks.

Andreissa De Riva | Antivan Crows | Duelist

Andreissa grew up on the streets of Treviso scrounging whatever she could to get by. She caught the attention of the Antivan Crows when a con she’d undertaken went awry. A noble she’d planned on robbing had instead lured her into a trap; Andreissa took his life in her attempt to escape. The noble had been under Crow contract, and the messy circumstance of his death would lead to the operative’s ‘retirement’. Hoping to prolong what time he had left, the Crow extracted Andreissa from the scene and took on the task of training her as his replacement.

Bersaar Thorne | Grey Wardens | Champion

Bersaar was a loyal follower of the Qun, for a time. The vanguard of a Beresaad, he quietly followed orders and didn’t question his faith or their practices. This was until his sister broke from the Qun and fled Par-Vollen. After months of interrogation, Bersaar was tricked into partaking in an operation to recover the Tal-Vashoth as a test of loyalty to the Qun. When he was ordered to charge his sister’s camp, Bersaar made his choice. Soon he and his sister found themselves on the run from Ben-Hassrath agents and assassins; knowing the Qun avoided conflict with the Grey Wardens, he decided the safest place for them would be amongst their ranks.

Miriam Ingellvar | Mourn Watch | Deathcaller

Invoking a forbidden ritual to claw her newborn back from death, Miriam’s mother, a well respected and decorated member of the Mourn Watch, traded her life for her daughter’s. Hoping to spare Miriam any undue scorn for her own breaking of the Watcher’s sacred tenets, her mother cast a powerful geas with the last of her strength. Aided by a fellow Watcher, Vorgoth, all knowledge of Miriam’s mother was wiped from the Mourn Watch’ halls: save for the wraith who’d assisted in the casting. Presented as a peculiar find in an inner sanctum by Vorgoth, Miriam was raised collectively by high ranking members as a child of the Watch.

Rynvi Aldwir | Veil Jumpers | Veil Ranger

During an escape attempt by a group of elven slaves in Ventus, infant Rynvi was separated from their family amidst the chaos. Scooped up by a fellow elf from the group that’d successfully made it out, the pair fled to safety and eventually joined up with a Dalish clan that would help form the recently established Veil Jumpers. Rynvi was raised primarily by a select few respected clan members, including the elf that’d recovered them from the battlefield, for whom Rynvi adopted their surname. Rynvi quickly rose through the organization’s ranks despite their impulsive tendencies, training new recruits and leading expeditious into dangerous territory.

Jathom Laidir | Lords of Fortune | Slayer

After infiltrating the Lords of Fortune under the guise of a liaison for Orzammar, Jathom’s Carta handlers instructed him to funnel any recovered Dwarven lore and artifacts to the criminal organization. Jathom followed orders, for a time; though when he’d found himself experiencing true comradarie and a sense of belonging amongst the Lord’s ranks, he underwent a crisis of loyalty. Eventually, Jathom attempted to quietly cut ties with the Carta and continue operating honestly with the Lords, however the organization wasn’t known for allowing their operatives to walk away.

[weishaupts]

one thing that i will never get over in this fuckin game,,,, the inconsistency with accents and regions,,,,

[asktotallyhuman]

Exhausted, but still too stubborn to call it quits, Nyzak trudges through the caves. Singing an eerie sounding lullaby to themself to try and keep their spirit up. In their exhaustion and their mindless amble, they don't notice as they step onto a patch of loose gravel.

Their mistake sends them plummeting deep, deep into the dark...

[theodosiani]

I legit think it takes at least a couple months for the rest of the companions to realize that Sive is a mage.

[storytelers]

⁴⁷⁾ smooth vermouth and gold rings

for ceri! multi warden multi warden multi warden

copper drink glides down her throat in a smooth sip, chasing away the chill from the outside. tired feet tucked beneath her, she leans her head against the dark wood paneling of the booth, letting the warmth settle in her chest.

❛ why don't we always stop at inns? ❜ ceri knows the answer, but asks the question anyway with a pitiful sigh. today is an exception, a treat after a two-week trek through the wilderness, bought by a lost gold ring and more scars than she can count. ❛ any talents you forgot to mention we can barter? ❜

[not-kamenx]

my thoughts on Jaxon from Beyblade X Ep 40

something that kept bothering me or popped up into my mind during this episode was that okay, Blader Y is clearly trying to imitate Blader X right? And he’s pretty much doing that, right? I mean, he did obliterate everyone except Takumi during their matches the exact same way Blader X would. So why wasn’t Jaxon really interested in this at all?

I mean, take a look at his reaction when Robin tells him and everyone else about Blader Y.

he just LAUGHS and brushes it off saying “A copycat of me? Are you serious? There sure are some weirdos out there!” And when Multi shows on her phone that Blader Y is real he just smiles and says something about how Blader Y really does look just like him. Someone is out there trying to beat pro after pro BASICALLY mimicking his entire battle history and he’s just. He doesn’t seem to care. Jaxon “I missed the part where that’s my problem” Cross.

Plus, not only does it look like he doesn’t care, he has no interest in this Blader. When he’s excited or shows interest in something his eyes aren’t usually half lidded and he’s usually wearing a smile on his face. But in these other cases, he just doesn’t seem so keen on discussing the subject more.

I think Jaxon’s lack of reaction does further emphasize his carefree nature and his belief that Beyblade is just for fun, but it also feels like he’s just. Not feeling threatened whatsoever. He’s not worrying, in fact he’s having the time of his life trying out sushi combos Taisho is making him. Which also made me realize something.

Blader Y will never be Blader X. That much is obvious enough. But what Blader Y is trying to copy is just the strength alone of Blader X and not who Blader X is to allow him to achieve so many wins and blade in a more unique style than others. Blader Y will never love sushi as much as Blader X. Blader Y will never see Beyblade as something that’s for fun like Blader X. Heck, Blader Y will never be as lax or as carefree as Blader X.

Blader Y already lost at the mimicking game when he decided to go around trying to replicate these matches perfectly. Blader X COULD do that but he hasn’t done that. Jaxon put the mask on to climb higher and have more fun. He didn’t want to stay at the top and not try to reach even higher. Blader Y can’t try to copy Blader X because he’s not copying Jaxon, and someone like Jaxon, who is pretty much the unpredictable X variable here can never be copied.

I mean, remember when Robin tried to copy the Xtreme Dash Jaxon did? He ended up pretty close but could never achieve the result Jaxon had gotten in the last match. Blader Y might follow this exact pattern, but I’m sure he’s going to fail.

Come to think of it, there’s been a lot of copycat instances. Packun copied Robin’s bey, and Robin tried to copy Jaxon’s moves, and Takumi ended up using Feather Phoenix like everyone else, and Rex was similar to Jaxon in the way they were both unpredictable. That hurts my brain

But really, who could copy this guy down to his last bit of love for strange sushi flavors?

People can try but they can’t copy X. Because it’s something no one knows the true form of.

or that’s just what I think take my opinion with a grain of salt please

[brokerook]

zae? another string bean. easily bench pressed.

my warden? fucking STACKED AS HELL

she's always been fat, but when she joined the wardens a lot of her fat turned to muscle. she has. such a fat ass it's distracting when she's sprinting. i wish i was joking. arms? beefy. thighs? thunderous. tummy? soft. titties? a work in progress with estrogen still but also soft as well.