#oc: darvis

[dragonologist-writings]

Of Diamonds And Dust Chapter 48 - A Promise Made

After the successful disaster at the warehouse, Darvis spends the night lurking on rooftops and making promises he hopes he can keep.

Oh. Oh, shit. Darvis realizes that she’s actually serious, and that for the first time since Ostagar, he actually does have an opportunity to just…leave. Fuck the Wardens, fuck the darkspawn, fuck the endless tasks and treaties. He could just go. But at the same time…of course he can’t. Because Marja and Alistair can’t hold this mission together on their own. Marja probably thinks she can, which just makes it worse, and it’s not like Alistair is ever going to tell her otherwise. Darvis doesn’t know what difference he can actually make, but he can stab people and he can keep Marja’s ego in check, and that has to count for something, doesn’t it? Then there’s Morrigan, who would probably be the first to tell him to save his own skin, whose inexplicable presence with the Wardens is the very reason he can’t take that advice. And above it all, he hears his sister’s voice. You’re better than you realize. Remember that. “Shit,” Darvis mutters. “I can’t. Fucking stupid, but- I can’t leave. I’m a Grey Warden.” You’re a sodding idiot, is what you are, Brosca.

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[dragonologist-phd]

what kind of love are you?

tagged by @thefathersbride to put some of my characters through this quiz! thank you for the tag!

some interesting results here- something of them got something different than what i expect, but the descriptions are intriguing!

Marja Aeducan

Love As A Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

Darvis Brosca

Love as Religion

Devotion, that is the name of your love. Your love is an act of worship. Your love is like witnessing the birth of Venus, like seeing the sun come alive, or the stars fall. When you love, it is because you have found God in a lover. You have found the meaning of life itself in the heart of the one you adore. They are everything to you; they are your Maker, and you are their lamb, their flock, their first and holiest worshipper. When you fall in love, it is as a baptism. You are born anew, made a believer in the divinity of the one you love most. Being loved by you is an ascension; it is holy and golden. It is all-consuming, and all-faithful, loyal as the dog. You will never, ever bite back.

Thalia Hawke

Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

Genevieve Amell-Trevelyan

Love as the Dawn

Pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. It tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. Love is new to you, isn’t it? A fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. Your love loves with bated breaths. Your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. Your love romanticizes. Your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. You’re swollen with desire and idealizations. The perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. Your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. Being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. Oh. I really hope it lasts.

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[theoasiswinds]

Real quick started this today..... I need more characters.... I'm Open to ideas that would fit, but for now I'll hit the sack!

[writeious-hand]

Holding Out for a Hero: Part 5

Beep Boop - I rewatched the movie on Paramount + (its an extended cut, btw) and found inspiration to continue on.

Xenk X Cleric!OC, expanding the movie further along with Sword Coast, using dnd logic in a story format.

As always, No Beta, we die like Edgin's Wife.

IDK how to link the previous parts, I don't post THAT often so you should be able to find them on my page.

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His head felt... cloudy. Light.

Actually, his entire body felt that way.

Immediately sitting upright and opening his eyes was not his best idea, however.

He could feel the tenderness of a freshly healed wound, the phantom pain that tended to linger after a wound was healed with magic.

The battle. The cursed Nor'enth. Alariel!

His last memory was of her leaning over him, hair falling from the braid to frame her concerned face. He had said something to her, but he wasn't- No. How many times had he told the same advice to recovering criminals? The most harmful lies are the ones you tell yourself.

Xenk could remember his blather, the weakness he had shown at being close to her again. Of course, he had just been stabbed in the back by an assassin, but that was no excuse. Had she noticed?

Looking around at the tent he was in, he was surprised to see the chair by his bedside was occupied by the object of his thoughts. At first, he had felt his heart jump at her open eyes, until her lack of movement or focus on him made her state of trance apparent. He hadn't traveled with many full-blooded elves since they had traveled together. Xenk had for a moment forgotten the trance of the elves, their ability to go for much longer without a full sleep as mortals did.

He had been lost in his memories, seeing her sitting there. Xenk had reached a hand towards hers, which lingered on the edge of the cot he had been placed on when there was a quiet *ahem*. Not quite sure why he felt embarrassed being caught in the situation, his hand jerked away from it's intended destination and he had trouble looking the bard in the eyes.

"If you were wondering why it's me and not say, Simon, its because we drew lots and I got the short stick."

"I would expect you to want to bask in my discomfort."

Edgin uncrossed his arms and moved to help Xenk by passing him his overcoat. "Yeah, but when Little Miss Sunshine over there stormed in earlier, she scared Holga."

"I find it doubtful that it was true fear."

"Yeah well," Edgin turned his back as Xenk finished getting his clothes together "Let's just say Holga thought her small-clothes were in a twist."

Xenk turned sharply, "Holga could see her undergarments?"

"No! No, she could just tell how upset she was. If you had been awake for the tongue-lashing you were given - and no she didn't actually hit you with her tongue - you wouldn't have been staring at her like that when I walked in." Edgin moved to his side, "What's up with that, by the way. You certainly weren't looking at her like you were the one to end the relationship."

Xenk turned back to the sleeping elleth. He could not hide the tenderness in his eyes, nor the deep sadness. Even if his oath forbade it, Xenk was a bad liar. "Weakness. She was always my weakness."

"Oh," Edgin paused with him "You didn't like feeling weak so you ditched her. At least I now know what makes Mr.Perfect-"

"That is not why I had to leave Alariel."

Edgin was egging him on, "Well if you say it like that-"

"You also know my surname is Yendar."

"Maybe you should explain it a bit more, to make sure no one gets the wrong idea." Edgin sat in another empty seat by a thankfully empty cot.

"I once gave you advice. To drag your lady... Your lady-love back to her old life is to deprive her of her new one. Alariel and I had started our journey together under the guise of traditional party members. There were others with us, but they came and went, our missions were so aligned that it made sense to stick together. Until it wasn't."

Xenk could feel the memories threatening to drown him. "But somewhere in-between that you two fell in love." Edgin looked confused.

"That's what I said."

Edgin was confused.

"So you loved her because she had the same goals as you?"

"No."

"Okay, maybe start at the beginning."

So Xenk began the tale of his engagement with Alariel.

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See where this is going? Now I get to write knight fluff. :)

[sweetfire01]

hi! i have a story suggestion, the ideas been so interesting! i know you have daddy howl and stuff, maybe this could be a new idea? im not too sure on any merman characters, but you could find some and adapt if youd like! or perhaps make an oc? anyway:

the merman was caught and trapped as a result of a circus attraction. user felt pity and decided to help him escape, though that resulted in user being shot. user was bleeding out and told the merman to leave, but he couldnt! so he took user down, blowing an airbubble for user to breathe. he took user to a healer, who gave user the ability to breathe underwater, and heal user.

merfolk are actually much larger than humans and he was around 7foot, maybe more with his tail. so user is actually tiny, and roughly the size of a merbaby. at first, the merman treats user like a normal person, but the merman realises how helpless user is. user cant swim, and water is heavy for user to walk in. so user looks like a baby learning to walk. user relies on the merman alot for support, and lets the merman carry user since it helps her get places. the merman also has to carry user when they go out, since user cant tread water or swim and will sink.

the merman holds a small feast of all the underwater foods for user to try. but user has an allergic reaction to one of the foods and cant speak anymore. user can only make babyish sounds. when they go out for treatment and shopping, the merman stumbles across a friend. the friend thinks user is a baby and this sparks something in the merman. he realises he enjoys having user helpless.

the merman actually includes the food that has caused user to not talk in each of users meal. to make sure the temporary effect lasts longer.

its a bit long T^T but this idea seems so cool! its so adaptable and theres so many things that could affect user since its an entirely new environment. if you dont want to write a story abt this pls give feedback! id love to adapt a short story about this, but either way would love to see you write on this!

not sure if it’s taken but,

🥯 anon ^w^

Oh, (bagel? donut?) anon. You don't know how much I loved and thought on this idea. 👀

Come al solito, è più breve di quanto inizialmente previsto, ma volevo darvi qualcosa da leggere.

(Tell me if there is any mistake, I'm sleepy and didn't pay attention while rereading)

PT. 1 of this new fic for which I don't have a title yet

News of the merman sighting had spread for almost a week among the fishermen and residents of the harbor, but you didn't believe it was true, much less that your boss would catch it. "First the shark and now this. The hunts are going really well and that one will make us a big profit!" He had exclaimed that evening on his return to the circus while his henchmen behind him were dragging a net with the merman inside. You all crowded around to get a good look at him, as much as you could see him under the layer of cords and cords in which he was wrapped. He must have put up a good fight against the sailors and it didn't surprise you: he was big, even if you couldn't see his full figure since his tail was tied to his torso, you could swear he was at least 2 meters , probably even more. And yet… he was no longer threatening. At least for the moment. She was breathing heavily, her head turned to the side and from under her long black hair you could see a large dark red, almost brown stain - blood, you guessed it.

"Okay, okay, stop just watching or I'll make you pay for the ticket. It's time to work." The boss called your attention "Use the tank where we had that winged woman. Check that the shackles are well fixed to the ground, then tie him up and fill him with water. Come on, go!" And with that, the two of you split up and you and someone else headed off to prepare the water. The circus consisted of a huge tent overlooking the port. At the bottom, on the side facing the sea, there was a small round tank dug into the ground and protruding just under a meter from the ground, perfect for spectators to observe everything that was inside. In this case, the shark that had been caught just a few weeks ago, a poor creature that kept swimming in circles in a space too small for it. You and your colleague climbed over the barriers while two other workers approached carrying a large, long pipe. The tub had two valves, on one side one connected to an underground pump which allowed the recirculation of water directly from the sea, and another, where you were, more external. You connected the hose to the latter just as the capturing team brought the tank in.

It had thick plates of extremely resistant glass - despite all the kicking and punching from the creatures locked inside, there wasn't even a scratch - held together by a metal structure. The base was also made of metal, with shackles for limbs firmly attached. Honestly, you didn't know why such a thing existed, nor what it could possibly be used for (besides holding your creatures) but it had been provided to you courtesy of the mayor of the city, along with the tent and the warehouse where you kept the stuff. The boss was very happy about it. And speaking of the boss… Once everything was in place and some other worker opened the side door and emptied the sandbags into the bottom of the tank, you saw him and a couple of goons approach with the merman still tied up. He must have regained consciousness considering the way he was struggling, but still he had no way to free himself.

"You're not going to escape from here that easily. Especially not after I put these on you." The boss took one of the handcuffs with a sneer. He then opened the net and knelt down, holding the creature's head still as he closed the collar around its neck, effectively fasten him to the bottom. "Oh, don't worry, it's just so you don't cause any trouble while we take the ropes off. We'll just keep you tied up by the arms, all right?" He only received a growl-like noise in response. With that, he stood up and glared at the two men who were with him. "We should be safe with him like this, but if he escapes I'll make you become food for the shark, understood? Take the two handcuffs and as soon as I free him, be quick to put them on him." So, once they were ready, he took out a knife and started cutting the ropes around his torso.

Immediately, the rest of you who were observing the scene outside the tank, saw a muscular arm flail and free itself from the bonds. One of the two men promptly grabbed him and together with the boss held him with difficulty while trying to put the handcuff on his wrist. The merman continued to flail and managed to free his other arm as well. The second man wasn't so quick to stop him and the creature threw a punch at the boss, hitting him in the face. But the throttle was now closed and soon both limbs were trapped. The boss was a sturdier man than he looked and even with drops of blood dripping from his nose he didn't give up. He took a key out of his pocket and bent down to free the prisoner's neck, while the other two ran out. He then pulled his hair, looking into his eyes. "You throw some good punches, I give you that. But I've faced creatures much bigger and more ferocious than you, don't think you can defeat me so easily. Well, at this point, not that you can really do much." He chuckled. A slick of saliva hit his forehead, mixing with blood from his nose as it fell. The boss simply assumed an amused expression, tightening his grip on his hair even more. "I like your temper. It'll be fun to see how long it takes you to give up." He let him go, allowing him to move into a more seated position as he removed the rest of the net and ropes, and quickly jumped out of the tank just a second before a long, powerful black tail wrapped and tightened where his head was.

"I told you, I know how to deal with you stupid creatures." He closed the door satisfied, leaving the prisoner to try punching and banging the glass with his tail, although the chains ensured he didn't have much room to move. "Now servants, it's your turn to work. Fill this thing with water and clean up all that sand on the floor. Night night." The boss headed towards the exit followed by the rest of his capturing team. There were only you left, a small group of a handful of people, those who carried out the most humble tasks, under the furious gaze of a merman.

[somanyjacks]

One thing about me is that I go into video games almost completely blind. I don't read beginner tips and tricks and I avoid spoilers as much as I can. Usually my first playthrough is a bit mid because I made a shitty character but it's just how I roll.

So when I FINALLY started BG3 a few days ago, I had no real plans for a character. I figured I would wing it the way I always do.

But I immediately realized that it's way more like actual D&D than I thought. And the only D&D characters I've played were druids, but I was pretty sure there's already a druid character based on thirsty gifsets here on Tumblr dot com.

So in my frantic attempt to whip up something different on the fly, I made my Tav the least original OC ever. In fact I'm positive hundreds of people probably did the same thing as I did.

Meet Edgin Darvis:

[darvyrs]

HI HELLO INFO POST

Name is Darvy the creator of future comic QDO

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[swanno-arts]

3rd week of Artfight batches! I got busy and exhausted this week but hopefully I'll kick back to gear for the last week!!

OCs belongs to in order: ~penguincove (ft. GS Vonel), @antarcade , ~Jade-Everstone, ~fatalfamilial, @hansthefrozen , ~isleuntothyself, ~Darvy

[midnightita]

•~☆×*'Oneshot/Headcanons'*×☆~•

1. 🚫Argomenti che evito🚫[forse per ora]

NSFW,limoni,oscenità,pedofilia,incesto,abusi sessuali[forse aggiungerò altro in futuro].

2. Questo è rigorosamente un libro x ReaderNon ho mai fatto un Y/n maschio ma posso provarci ^^

Sentiti libero di fare la tua richiesta con tutte le informazioni che desideri.

Puoi richiedere altri personaggi nella richiesta,il limite è di 3 :,)

[forse per ora]

E il formato dipende da te♡ (oneshot,Headcanon)

3. Potrei mettere uno o più dei miei Oc per i oneshot ☆4.

Tutti i Headcanon e oneshot non si atterranno alla storia principale così da evitare spoiler

5. Non so quando aggiornerò potrebbe essere casuale

inoltre nessun odio pls :,>

Faccio questo per divertimento e per scrivere qualche idea,ora vi lascio alla mia lista qui sotto ;)

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1. Lupin III

2.Undertale(e Au)

3. Mha/Bnha

4. Super Mario

5. One Piece

6. Il Castello errante di Howl

7. Dragon Ball

8. TMNT (il film del 2014)

9. Demon Slayer

10. Yandere Simulator

11. Dragon quest builders 2

12. Il gatto con i stivali 2 l'ultimo desiderio

13. Miraculous

14. Tloz Botw(The legend of zelda breath of the wild)

15. Creepypasta(forse)

16. Kuroko no basket

17. Venerdì 13(credo che farò specialmente Jason)

18. The Promised Neverland (ho visto solo la stagione 1 per ora)

19. Lookism

20. Doraemon

21. Encanto

22. Turning Red

23. Sing 1/2

24. Troppo cattivi

25. Deltarune

26. Pokemon Spada

27. Fnaf security breach

28. Bendy and the ink machine o dark revival

29. Se desiderate anche con i miei Oc(farò un libro apposito)

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Per ora è tutto aggiungerò altri se mi verranno in mente nel catalogo.

Ho fatto del mio meglio per darvi una lista abbastanza grande tra qui scegliere :,)

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angust,fluff,romantico,yandere,altro.

Eh niente il mio inglese non è buono per niente quindi scusatemi se risulta non buono :'D

[dragonologist-writings]

Title: Of Diamonds And Dust Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Rating: T Status: Work in Progress (48/?) Characters: Marja Aeduca, Darvis Brosca, All Companions Ships: Marja/Leliana, Darvis/Morrigan, Minor Alistair/Zevran Additional Notes: Origins Novelization, All Origins Are True, Enemies to Found Family, Dwarves Deserve More Love, Ships As A Feature But Not The Focus Word Count: 233k Summary:

Marja Aeducan and Darvis Brosca lead lives as different as one could possibly imagine. Marja Aeducan, a member of the nobility and second in line for the throne, has spent her life maneuvering the dangerous political machinations of the Diamond Quarter. Meanwhile, Darvis Brosca, a Casteless dwarf rejected by society, does whatever it takes to survive on the streets of Dust Town. When a Grey Warden arrives in Orzammar, the lives of Marja and Darvis are forever changed. Driven from the city by misfortune and betrayal, the two must join the ranks of the Wardens in order to save their own lives. But the surface has far greater dangers than they realize. The noble and the thief will need to stand together if they're going to fight against the oncoming Blight, the brewing civil war, and the strange surface malady called "sunburn".

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Chapter 1 Below:

In the shining opulence of Orzammar’s Diamond Quarter, the birth of the second child of the Aeducan family is cause for great celebration. The nobility of Orzammar flood the palace with gifts of gems, ceremonial armor, and other such finery that does a better job of flattering the king than of serving any use to his newborn daughter. Favor is earned and alliances are evaluated as Marja Aeducan gurgles in her crib, oblivious to the fact that she is second in line to the throne her father sits upon.

In the tired streets of Orzammar’s Dust Town, the birth of the second child of the Brosca family passes with little notice. The people here have better things to do than fawn over yet another Casteless infant. An exception lies in the boy’s sister, still a child herself, who devotes her time to caring for her new sibling. Darvis Brosca sleeps contently in her arms, unaware of the mark on his face or the meaning it carries.

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At seven years old, Marja is the darling of the palace and the favorite of the king. Most of her time is spent with her tutors, where she learns politics, culture, and history from the large tomes brought in from the Shaperate. Any time not spent at her lessons is spent at her father’s side, where she sees these concepts put into practice. Marja prefers the practical application; even at a young age she delights in reciting her knowledge before the attentive court, just as her father delights in showing her off.

Her only other companions in these times are her brothers. Bhelen, barely old enough to walk, trails after his sister whenever he can, and Marja loves spoiling him in return. Trian, the eldest, considers himself too mature to indulge his siblings in their childish games, but he's still Marja's brother, and she supposes she loves him anyway.

At seven years old, Darvis knows the alleys of Orzammar like the back of his hand. The pathways are dirty and dark, but they are hidden, and nobody yells at him for venturing past the limits of Dust Town. Occasionally he comes across others in the alley, people he instinctively knows to be dangerous, but they pay little mind to the scrawny boy with skinned knees scampering past.

This is where he meets Leske. Leske teaches him how to pick a spot and sit in wait until the moment is just right. Together, they dart into the street, Leske knocking over carts and stalls as a distraction while Darvis snatches coins from the hand of some unsuspecting citizen. It’s risky business, but the boys are small and quick and reckless, and at the end of the day the guard has more dangerous criminals to spend their time chasing. Rica has given up on telling him to stop and now merely tells him to be careful. Darvis knows she worries, but with their mother sinking ever deeper into her alcoholic haze, they must do whatever they can to provide for themselves. And the look of relief on his sister’s face when he hands her the coin is enough to make it worth the danger.

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When Marja is thirteen, she meets her first assassin. She watches, stone-faced, as he is brought before her father and executed for the murder of the Queen. She had cried, when she was first told what happened to her mother. She knows better than to cry now, when people can see. You are an Aeducan, her father has said to her, and Aeducans remain strong. In the following days she attends court as she always does, smiling her usual well-practiced smile at the fellow nobility, and she never quite stops wondering if any among them were in on the plot.

Until then Marja has regarded her combat training as a mildly interesting subject, much like her history lessons. Now, she commits herself to the practice with greater vigor than ever before. Her trainer gives her a ceremonial sword and shield, all bright and polished and beautiful. Marja, however, prefers the large double-handed greatsword, even if some of the older warriors snicker at the sight of the young princess struggling to lift the large blade. Trian refuses to practice with her altogether, claiming it’s beneath him. Marja pays them all little mind. She seeks out someone who will spar with her- the son of one of her father’s Warriors, a boy her age named Gorim- and practices every day until she can wield the imposing weapon with ease. The weight of the sword carries some comfort, and with its heavy weight at her bedside she is able to sleep soundly again.

When Darvis is thirteen, he meets Beraht. He is returning home after a typical day, hoping that his mother will be passed out by now and that Rica has found enough food to make dinner. Instead, he finds Rica conversing with an imposing man he’s never seen before. The man, he learns, is Beraht, and he has come with a job offering. Rica’s face is pinched and worried, but she tries to inject some brightness into her voice as she talks about the opportunity Beraht has for her. The man has a predatory look that sets Darvis on edge, but it's too late to hide the stolen coins clutched in his fist. Beraht's eyes fix on the money immediately. And where did you get that from, he wonders. Darvis glares at him defiantly, and Beraht laughs. I just might have a job for this one, too.

Darvis already has his own knives, but the set of daggers he gets from Beraht is shiny and new. Darvis runs his fingers lightly over the edges, admiring the handiwork. He’s not stupid. He knows that Beraht can’t be trusted. The jobs Darvis gets from the Carta are far more dangerous than running through the streets and pick-pocketing strangers. But the money is good, and for now that’s all that matters.

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By the time Marja is eighteen, she knows the intricacies of court inside and out. She studies each of her acquaintances carefully, taking note of the different ways each can be persuaded and the unique signs that mark their lies. They do the same to her, always searching for something which can be exploited. Marja keeps careful control of all she does, offering smiles and soothing words and nothing more to the circling Nobles that wish to win her favor and undermine her power in equal measure.

Fortunately, Marja has Bhelen and Gorim at her side. Bhelen rarely gets involved in the complex schemes of the nobility, and in fact finds amusement in most of the mechanics of the court. Rarely does a ceremony go by without a sarcastic, under-the-breath comment from the young prince, and he is one of the few who can coax a sincere laugh from his sister.

Gorim is even better. He often jokes that Marja has no need for his services as her Second, but Marja is thankful for him all the same. Steadfast and loyal, he is everything a Warrior should be, and one of the few people Marja knows who truly possesses a warrior's honor.

Her relationship with Trian, however, only grows more strained. As time passes, his resentment of his sister festers. It comes to a boil on the day Marja finally convinces him to spar with her on the training grounds. Trian is highly skilled in combat, but he underestimates his sister, and to the surprise of them both Marja manages to knock him flat. The spectators laugh, and Trian has never liked to be laughed at. He leaps to his feet and glares at Marja, dark fire in his eyes. Don’t forget that I’m the one who’s going to be king, he spits. I’m going to rule, and you’re going to be married off to whichever House pays the most. He turns and stalks away, and Marja swallows her own angry words as she watches him go. She wants to fight back, but Trian is right about one thing; being the future king carries a certain power. For now, she has to hold her tongue.

By the time Darvis is eighteen, he’s well known as a thief and lackey of the Carta. He’s good with his daggers and his fists, and he can lift a purse as easy as breathing. In a way, he’s lucky. The Carta is respected and feared, and membership provides protection from the other Dust Town criminals. The job is simple. He follows orders, gets things done, and brings home just enough coin to ensure his family won’t starve. If the job is also unpleasant, well...most things in Dust Town are unpleasant. Darvis doesn’t expect anything else.

Rica, however, carries an endless optimism. She speaks of someday with a smile. Someday when she finds a wealthy patron. Someday when they pay off their debts. Someday when he’s free of the Carta and can become whatever he wants. Darvis doesn’t see the bright future she describes, but he can’t bear to tarnish her hope by arguing.

The Carta isn’t all that bad. Darvis is good at what he does, and he has Leske to watch his back. Leske is sarcastic and crude and smiles like he’s laughing at the world. They make a good team, and Darvis knows he would have landed in the Orzammar cells long ago if not for his friend.

Still, the city guard is not the only danger. The Carta may offer protection and payment, but it also doles out punishment. Darvis knows what happens to those who defy orders, so when Beraht visits he bites his tongue and smothers his temper. His family’s welfare is dependent on this man. It’s just hard to remember that when Beraht speaks to Rica the way he does. Once, Darvis leaps to her defense, until a blow from Beraht sends him to the ground.  You’re useful, Beraht snarls, but you’re not the only lowlife for hire. Remember that, and be a little thankful for all I’ve done for you. There are a million things Darvis wants to say in response, but he sees Rica trembling in the corner, and he says none of them.

...

Marja is twenty-one when she hears that a Warden will be visiting Orzammar. The rumors say he is looking for aid against an upcoming Blight. The dwarves hold little sympathy for the Grey Wardens; darkspawn on the surface are no concern to them. But it is still tradition to honor such a visitor, and as dictated by tradition there will be a banquet, a Proving, and every other piece of ceremony the Nobles think will impress their ally from the surface.

The Warden’s visit is not the only reason for celebration and ceremony. Marja has at last been given her first moment of command- the first of many, she believes. Rumors are sweeping the nobility, saying that the king will pass over his eldest son and make Marja his heir. Marja has heard them all, and knows they are more than idle gossip. She has known for a long time that Trian would make for a terrible king. He is stubborn and callous, and the only favor he holds in the Assembly is with the staunch traditionalists.

It's an opportunity Marja can't pass up. The king will be looking to impress the Grey Warden, and her mission will provide the perfect opportunity. If all goes well, this will be the last push needed for her father to officially name her as the future Queen of Orzammar.

Darvis is twenty-one when he hears that a Warden will be visiting Orzammar. The man’s arrival would not matter to him in the least if not for the Provings. But the Nobles never miss a chance to show off their favorite pastime to visitors, and Beraht makes a lot of money off of gamblers. He sends word to Darvis and Leske to ready themselves for an important task on the day of the Proving. No more details are given, but Darvis knows what to expect. For all the Nobles like to talk about honor and the favor of the ancestors, most Proving champions are decided by people like Beraht before the participants even step into the arena. Beraht simply needs some rogues that are good at not being noticed to make sure everything goes according to plan.

Like everything they do, the risk is significant. If Darvis and Leske are discovered, the Nobles will have their heads. But for once, Darvis has a good feeling about what the future holds. Rica is positive that she has a patron now, a wealthy man that is enamored with her. She needs a little more time, and then they’ll have enough coin to last them the rest of their lives.

It's an opportunity Darvis can't pass up. Beraht normally keeps eyes on Rica, but with the nobility flaunting their wealth for the Warden, he will have his hands full running a dozen different schemes. Darvis just needs to do his job and keep Beraht happy. With a little luck, Rica will have secured a spot alongside her Noble by the time the ceremony is over. Once that happens, they’ll never need to turn to Beraht for help again.

...

A Warden is visiting the grand city of Orzammar, and everything is about to change.

[dragonologist-phd]

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[darvyyeet]

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[mistakeddd]

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Dungeons & Dragons: Simon Aumar // Mezzo Ladon (OC) // Doric // Xenk Yendar // Edgin Darvis // Holga Kilgore

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes // Shane Walsh // Daryl Dixon // Julia Rhee (OC)

Resident Evil: Ada Wong // Jake Muller // Luis Sera // Sherry Birkin // Arlo Shaw (OC)

The Quarry: Dylan Lenivy // Kaitlyn Ka // Nick Furcillo // Jacob Custos // Max Brinly // Saem Atoel (OC)

Overwatch: Kiriko // D.Va // Hanzo // Widowmaker // Lifeweaver

Fandomless OCs: Park Hanjae // Park Iseul // Atlas Lee

Devil May Cry: Dante // Nero

Supernatural: Sam Winchester

Scream: Stu Macher // Sidney Prescott

Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus

District 0-17 (aka fandomless OCs specifically from my book that is a WIP and currently unreleased): Noah Kang // Kyu Choi // Hajoon Seo // Nara Seong // Mirae Choi // Insu Yun

FFXIV OCs/WOL: Channi Kisne // Mori Kisne // Mako Daitou // Xuki Lalti

Riverdale: Sweet Pea // Jughead // Reggie // Jae (OC)

Until Dawn: Michael Munroe // Emily Davis

[redpandamemes]

Darvis: a scraggly made covered in stubble and cigarette burns, he swears he isn't a cryptic of any sorts. He's got a short temper and shorter legs but don't mistake him for weak. He knows Anton and a strange figure...

Marvis: mothman? demon? who knows at this point but he's a sweet heart with a tough guy act on his sleeves. He's able to talk to animals oddly and loves to hang out with them more than people. How he was summoned is a mystery...

[marilynsweet]

Feast again my children for my crop lands are barren and this is all I have to feed you

[lordsireno]

Have I neglected my other SIM trooper OCs, the Jungle Reds? ‘Course I have, I’m a blue at heart!

Commander - (any pronoun, just don’t call him a blue) The Jungle Red leader, living and serving the Red army until his last breath. Friendly (but not to blues), charismatic, passionate. Under the helmet… You really want to see?

Bob & Wylie - (they/she/him) Gender fluid identical twins, some times they switch, some times they both go by one name. The only way to tell them apart? One is a bit more attached to Commander than the other…

Darvis - (he/him) Wanted to be a chef, but couldn’t afford culinary school. So he joined the military, and learnt to cook with the bare essentials. Now has a wonderful Jungle menu!

Ironmonger -(he/him) Agender. Was training as a field medic, but ADHD killed his test scores. Designing machines and robots is his special interest, but he could never finish anything. Ended up as a SIM trooper and spends his free time making robot prosthetics for fellow soldiers (including the unwilling Valley Blues).

Garland- (he/him) Really doesn’t want to be here, but whatever. Follows commands, I guess. Maybe Commander will give extended leave if he keeps his mouth shut and works diligently. (He won’t)