#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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

[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.

[dr-malice]

The Wardens Dad From Superjail!

[weishaupts]

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

[mesopelagos]

some more designs, both updated and new! subway boss elesa with a fresh new look and..........a very very normal-looking warden ingo. yup. nothing weird going on there

[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...

[mukuberry]

how do you go from "investigated to the end and confirmed every detail" to nearly beating multiple people to death because someone said they were bad once

[universalpheonix-versusxiii]

@multi-universal-muses

It had been a long night of trick or treating. Mobians young and old happily going door to door giving and receiving sweets. Three young looking mobians in costume approached Maruki's door and rang the bell.

"Trick or Treat!" They chirped.

But before Maruki could open the door, Warden in his mad dog state, jumped from the darkness and roared, baring his fangs.

"TRICK!!! RRAAAAAAAWWWRRRRR!!!!"

Immediately the young mobians ran away, dropping their candy in process. Warden seizing the opportunity picked up one of the bags with glee.

"HEHEH, Warden loves this game!"

[kazu-le-dork]

My PLA experience basically

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Tell me why I was talking with @penguinpiebooks about how I was shocked that my newest fic is up to 50 hits in only, like, a day and a half and she mentioned how, y'know, maybe it's the tags attracting people?

But there's only, like, two actual relationships tagged, and it's Morrigan / Male Warden and Male Mahariel / Morrigan plus the foursome tag that doesn't have any other fics under it. So that's probably not it.

For funsies, I checked to see how many fics Morrigan / Male Warden had and-

Well.

I guess it's up to me to singlehandedly double the Male Mahariel / Morrigan tag. Fear not, my beloved and apparently very niche collection of DA fans, I will keep feeding you. I will help sustain us through this eternal night.

[eeriemothz]

screaming at you

After the Chantry explodes, an old friend reaches out to Anders requesting his help with a secret project.

plz mind these tags; Male Hawke/Anders, Anders & Surana, The Calling, Blood Magic, violence, Warrior/Mage Hawke

[theyoshiddaarchive]

Starter for: @multi-universal-muses

Amongst the starry night alpine sky, sat below a carnival a lit with neon lights. Cheers form kids and adults alike could be heard all around, from the enjoyment of the park's rides, minigames or it's myriad of treats both sweet and savory.

Within all this commotion walked a lone dog, who was fortunate to have a day off today, and was headed to a particular château that stood in the center of the park. He had heard from onenof his friends that chao races were often hosted there, and decided to see one for himself.

The snow crunched beneath the footsteps of his red winter boots, the slight breeze in the air made him shiver a tad bit, do he put his red mitten gloved hands in the pockets of his coat and continued msking his way through the crowd.

"Uuurrghh... I hate the cold." He complained.

"Why did I let them convince me to come here? Maybe I should just go ho-"

He was stopped mid sentence by the smell of a nearby kiosk selling grilled hot dogs. He lifted his head slightly and sniffed the air, that's when his stomach decided to growl and he locked his lips hungrily, then quickly lowerd his head ashamed, hoping no one saw that.

He sighed and shook his head. "I've got to have alot more self control in that department."

With a shrug, he quickly dashed over to the kiosk and ordered a hot dog with mustard on it. He leaned against the counter as he waited for his food.

[egginfroggin]

For the eeby-deebied-Ingo variant of WTST (there is some cussing):

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"You are verrrry patient with him," Emmet said, not particularly caring if Melli overheard him and discerned the disliking note to his voice.

Ingo, on the other hand, certainly did seem to care, and so gave the fabulous Diamond Warden a few moments to strut some more distance between them before speaking.

"He is... difficult at times," he admitted, reining his volume in to something approaching softness. "But harmless. And not so bad once you get used to him."

"He's an ass," Emmet said, and Ingo's spine snapped ramrod straight, something familiar about his mildly mortified expression tickling the back of Emmet's brain like a feather tipped with acid.

"Language!" the Warden tutted. "There is no need to say such things!"

"It is true," he said before he could be scolded further. "You have not told him?"

"Of course not!" Ingo said, looking almost affronted. "I have no reason to be so rude."

"Your honest disposition is not enough?"

"Emmet --"

"I will tell him for you," Emmet said, glee pulling his smile wider at Ingo's expression.

"Do not."

"Hm. No."

"Emmet, please do not," the man hissed, gripping his shoulder -- a lapse in his habit of keeping distance between the two of them like any other member of the Pearl Clan would.

It was startling, but unexpectedly delightful, to suddenly have warmth seeping through to his skin, a warm weight against him, human touch making part of him relax at the familiar comfort.

"But it is true," he insisted, hiding his twitch with words.

"Not every truth needs to be spoken," Ingo retorted, eyes half-lidded with exasperation.

"Lies of omission."

"That does not apply here."

"I beg to differ."

"Emmet."

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The Highlands were not quiet. There was always something making noise -- always the screeches of Zubat in the night, the buzzing of Yanma wings in the day, the harsh sounds of Geodude and Graveler tumbling and rolling down ravines.

And, even in the absence of Pokemon, in the farthest corners of the region, on the cusps of high cliffs that only a Sneasler or a flier could ever hope to reach, there was always the whistling melody of the wind.

Farther down, partway up the mountain slopes, the wind was a soft lullaby, rustling leaves in trees and blades of dry grass that crunched under the feet of the two approaching the Ancient Quarry.

Melli was waiting for them, and tossed a lock of hair as they stopped, the Stunky at his feet chittering in aggravation at the Chatot perched atop Emmet's head.

Anything Melli was going to say was cut off entirely by Emmet.

"You are an ass."

And anything said to that -- and the wind, and the buzzing Yanma wings, and the rustling leaves -- was utterly drowned out by Ingo's mortified shriek of "EMMET!" that left Melli's ears ringing and Emmet grinning unrepentantly.

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I do like Melli, honestly, but also I think that Emmet has no filter whatsoever. Ingo has to worry about Clan relations and all that, but Emmet? Emmet simply does not care.

Emmet has no filter because Ingo stole it before they were born. And that's why Ingo is the polite one.

Boy do I love writing scenic, pretty descriptions of places and then immediately shattering the mood with shenanigans.

Have a good day!

[daughterofhighever-blog]

Dance from tav!!

@luna-mxth -

The setting sun glinted through the trees in brilliant shades of gold, amber, and orange. The air in the forest had a pleasant, wet earthy smell, like the air after a heavy rain. Elissa's hair hung down her back in intricate braids woven in with the crown of flowers and sprigs of lavender that Tavrayn had crafted himself, and her dress was of pale green and cream, with accents of gold. It gathered high at her waist, draping down over the round of her belly where their first child grew.

It was their wedding day...

His and his mother's clan owed Elissa a great debt for saving them from werewolves during the Blight - and while it pained her to think that was the only reason they'd opened themselves back up, even just a little to the boy they'd exiled as a defenseless child... she put it away in her mind. Tavrayn was happy to show her... happy to share with her... What did the 'why'of it matter?

She took his offered hand with a bright smile and a laugh. There was even a little music being played still, with others (mostly all the younger folk) in the group dancing about one of the fires. The older members of the clan kept to themselves, with a few whispered to each other and cut displeased glances towards them, but kept their silence.

Elissa let Tavrayn pull her as close as her belly would let him and cupped the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

"I love you..." she whispered against his lips, letting him lead as they began to dance.

[nohr-selphias]

How do you guys write dragon age fanfic? Is it a longfic that follows and retells the events of the game(s)? One shots that add extra context to plot lines or relationships?