#poor mhairi

[zundely]

One thing that I really miss dragon age doing were the fakeout/temporary companions like Ser Jory, Daveth or Mhairi.

Like I may be in the minority who actually were suprised by Mhairi's death, but even the ones I expected got me to feel things. Like there is something uniquely beautiful in game managing to get you to care for a character you later cannot save. And when people talk about Dragon Age loosing it's edge in the Inqusition this is something I feel actually represents it.

Like the Conclave is kind of a meme at this point with how the game makes a point of telling ushow important it is and how people of great importance died there.. and then it seems like no one except for the Divine and a large group of unnamed templars and mages were there.

Like I do understand why they decided to start the game the way they did, but the effect is that I as a player do not really care about deaths of people that put the event's of the game into motion. Battle of Ostagar would have an effect it did if the game started with Warden and Alistair waking up in Flemeth's hut hearing from Morrigan about all the very important people that have just died. We needed to talk to them, learn about them, see the preparation made for the battle to later truly experience this defeat. And this is something that comes out in little things as well- the battle of Heaven tried to sort of have it's cake and eat it too by having you save or fail to save people in it... but then none of it matters because they all get replaced anyway. This really takes away from any feeling of accomplishment I may have by saving them or dread if I fail to. It would arguably be better to make at least some of the deaths unavoidable so then the game could actually mourn them instead of whatever this weird limbo state they are in.

It sometimes feels like the game is to busy with everything else it doesn't want to waste time on unimportant characters, and is too afraid of putting player in a situation where they can't "win"- which is a poor fit for Dragon Age because some of franchise most defining moments were marked by inability of the protagonist to save everyone.

[carrinth]

Sometimes I think about how insane it was that they made the Hero of Fereldan the Warden-Commander.

Not questioning their combat prowess and military might -- but their specific knowledge on what it even means to BE a Grey Warden.

Because, if DA timelines are to be believed, HoF ended the Blight in a year. Which means, HoF had only been a Grey Warden for (at most)... a year. Which means. They made. Someone. With barely a year's worth of experience of even BEING a Grey Warden, the Warden-Commander. And most of that experience was alongside an equally inexperience junior warden! I mean, our Warden was SO badly uninformed about Grey Warden lore that Bioware had to literally spawn in random Riordan the Exposition NPC just to progress the plot (and then immediately kill him off because Bioware was determined to make our utter noob ass (affectionate) the Warden-Commander). HoF is so hilariously under-qualified it's like forcibly promoting the intern to middle management to train the new interns.

I just see Marzel absolutely panicking in his new, sudden (unwanted?) role as Warden-Commander. Poor guy is standing in front of Oghren, Anders and Mhairi with Joining Cup clutched in hand, sweating and mumbling though the Joining speech because my magic boi only heard it spoken THAT ONE TIME and now he has to recite the entire thing? In front of an audience?? Was he supposed to have been taking notes!? No one told him he was going to be quizzed on this a year later!!

I'm gonna headcanon that this leads to absolute insanity at Vigil's Keep. One year of relevant work experience Marzel is left in charge. Unsupervised chaos.

[crossdressingdeath]

Alistair: I see. At least the Hero of Ferelden is still here, and alive. That's something, right? Asterius: Try not to look so disappointed. Alistair: I'll get over it, I'm sure.

They're a little platonic divorced. I have no idea if this option only shows up if you spare Loghain, but as it is it feels like everyone else is standing there very awkwardly listening to this. Oghren at least has some background for what's going on between these two, but poor Anders hasn't even been formally recruited yet and Mhairi clearly holds the Warden in the highest respect; it's an interesting start to their time with the Wardens to learn their new commander has just a bit of beef with the king.

[mabaris]

Ultimate Meow Meow Poll

However you define your poor little meow-meows, the Dragon Age series has plenty to choose from. But who is the saddest, wettest, cringefailiest, morally ambigu-est, crimes-against-godliest?

Preliminary voting will run for one week, and the top 2 from each poll will advance to the bracket. Once the tournament begins, each round will last for 24 hours.

Pick up your faves by the scruff of the neck and cast your votes!

Cole/Connor/Fenris/Keran/Jowan/Tamlen

Anders/Cullen/Carver/Maric/Nathaniel/Velanna

Alain/Bethany/Blackwall/Feynriel/Merrill/Mhairi

Ariane/Calpernia/Daveth/Fiona/Isabela/Zevran

Leandra/Leliana/Maferath/Sera/Tallis/Teagan

Bartrand/Florianne/Gamlen/Oghren/Threnn/Worthy

Bianca/Cauthrien/Leske/Shale/Taliesen/Zathrian

Evelina/Imshael/Javaris/Minaeve/Pol/Sandal

Fairbanks/Karl/Ketojan/Mouse/Soris/Saemus

Corypheus/Jarvia/the Mother/Petrice/Uldred/Viddasala

Andraste/Clarel/Orsino/Solas/Swiftrunner/Varania

The Architect/Branka/Maddox/Morrigan/Samson/Stroud

Dagna/Finn/Krem/Renn/Shianni/Varric

Alistair/Dorian/Duncan/Sebastian/Sigrun/Xenon

Alexius/Briala/Gaspard/Loghain/Meredith/Lady of the Forest

Anora/Genitivi/Iron Bull/Malcolm/Valta/Vivienne

The tournament will be under the tag #meow meow poll if you want to follow it!

[sharkflan]

warden-commander meets new person: Right of Conscription

[theseturquoisewishes]

Protective Chain

A canon for Turk story about a heart-to-heart moment shared between him and @spottedwings-psychicdreams‘s Mhairi, who gets to be the first to see Turkesa at his lowest. (This story is very Angsty, just letting you know)

Mhairi found herself unable to focus after the events of a few weeks ago; concentration was something that was hard to come by for most. The Otto clone that almost blew everyone up, the uneasiness of the other members, and how everyone was uncomfortable around each other as a result. Now it was not anything too bad, within a few more days time, everything should go back to normal, but that still didn’t settle the alien bird’s nerves.

Mhairi flinched as she accidentally agitated one of her injuries, looking at her bandaged forearm with disdain; it sure made it hard for her to work without really having it take up her mind. The archeologist sighed as the source of her few cuts and bruises rose in her mind; those Formless sure put up a fight, she was just glad everyone made it out relatively okay.

Well... Everyone except a certain pair of monkeys.

Poor Otto, she had thought, the cheerful and joyful monkey didn’t deserve what happened to him. It was cruel, monstrous, even appalling that such a horrible event would happen to one of their most positive and supporting members, even though he seemed to have recovered quickly; Mhairi was sure what had transpired would still linger in his mind for a little while longer.

Then there was Turkesa

To be honest, Mhairi couldn’t see anything wrong with him, emotionally anyway; he seemed so quiet and happy to have his second father-figure back. He talked to the other members as he normally did, and it honestly surprised the Grypharian when Gibson had told her of the monkey’s behavior during the mission. Now, Mhairi had never really seen a genuine angry Turkesa, nor has she really paid attention to how he fights; but ruthless? Cold and intimidating even to Gibson? Now the recklessness she expected, but what had been described to her? That seemed to be the almost exact opposite of how Turkesa behaved, she stopped to dwell on the thought a little longer.

...

Nope, she couldn’t see the Turkesa that was described and the Turkesa she sees being the same monkey. But then again, he did seem oddly too quiet, and now that she thought about it; he did seem to be avoiding Otto a little...

*Thum thum*

The quiet noise yanked Mhairi from her thoughts so suddenly she visibly jumped in reality, her eyes flicking over to the door on the other side of the room. Sighing to calm her nerves, the archeologist began heading over to greet her visitor.

“Coming! I was busy working on-” Her sentence couldn’t find its way out her throat at the sight of the turquoise monkey in front of her. The turquoise monkey who’s leg was strait stiff with the right and left eye lenses in his helmet cracked horrendously –she briefly wondered how he could see–, and his right arm lightly holding his stomach.

Overall, not as bad as Otto, but still looking like he was hit by a truck.

“Turkesa! You shouldn’t be up you dolt, go back to the medical room and get some sleep.” Mhairi scolded, immediately feeling her protective senses kick in. Turkesa made eye contact with the shorter member before feeling a smirk building on his face.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He simply answered before leaning against the wall with the smallest of groans, “Besides, I need a favor.. As you can see the lenses in my helmet are cracked...”

“That’s why Gibson’s here, I only know basic stuff remember? I thought we established this a few months ago that...” There it was, “that...” Ugh, she hatted admitting when she wasn’t good at something, especially when it was in comparison to a certain scientist she absolutely loathed,” admittedly I’m not as skilled as him in this field.”

Turkesa noticed how that last sentence clawed its way out Mhairi’s mouth, and felt a tiny grin grow on his face grow as he watched her. She was so utterly adorable when it came to Gibson, not to mention childish, it was definitely something he found endearing.

But now back to the topic.

“Gibson’s still tending to d-... To Otto, I don’t want to be in the way... besides I remembered you have an extra pair of lenses in here so... Why not? Can I come in?”

Mhairi frowned inwardly, she was right before, something is off about the psychokinetic standing before her; considering her options, the Grypharian let the simian inside.

“Take off your helmet, I’ll only be a few seconds.” Turkesa nodded as he watched the archeologist before looking at his hands and pausing. Why was he pausing, he thought, why the hesitation? Mhairi had seen him underneath his armor and helmet, so he should be comfortable right?... Right?

It was then Turkesa figured he would never get used to anyone seeing him like this.

The click and hiss of the Helmet as it detached from the rest of his armor cut through the short silence. Turkesa letting out a deep breath as his head was free from the protective metal, shaking slightly as the excess fur on his head frizzed out a little. Looking around the room, the monkey decided to sit at a chair while waiting.

---

Mhairi paused as she heard a sudden yelp of pain, whipping her attention to the source, she felt the worry fill her thoughts as she saw Turkesa sitting in the chair clenching the spot on his armor that covered his stomach tightly. Sighing, the female found the spare lenses she had before making her way over to the healing monkey.

“Give, it here.” She says softly, Turkesa looking at her curiously, the bright blinding glow that originated from his in-organic left eye causing the archeologist to blink and tilt her head as to see her friend.

“Whoops, sorry forgot- uh... here..” The turquoise monkey looked away with red cheeks –which Mhairi noticed were way easier to notice since he wasn’t wearing his helmet– and handed out the gear that covered his eyes and protected his brain. Taking it semi-cautiously, The archeologist got to work replacing the lenses, glancing at the psychokinetic as this was only really the second time she’s seen his real face. Big green eye, another lighter shade of teal she didn’t know he had, overall, Turkesa didn’t look half-bad... if it weren’t for his robotic left eye giving him a very menacing appearance even if he didn’t want to look intimidating.

A part of her wanted to ask if he could remember what happened, only to keep it to herself as she remembered that well... Turkesa couldn’t recall what exactly happened to him.

Speaking of keeping things to oneself, Mhairi’s mind then to Turkesa’s slightly odd behavior; he seemed too calm, too passive and polite. Normally by now the two would be sending semi-mean quips back and forward, or would be talking about something... Anything, even if it’s just him teasing her about her crush.

A sudden rush of red went to Mhairi’s cheeks as she remembered their last conversation regarding her crush on Gibson, she honestly wasn’t expecting the hug, or the compliments sent her way. Turk had helped her self confidence with the subject quite a bit that day even though she didn’t want to even think about it...

It seemed only fair for her to at least do the same for him.

“So um-... What’s wrong?” Damn it, she didn’t mean for it to come out that awkward.

“Hmm?” Turkesa looked at her curiously.

“I didn’t noticed before, but I do now, you’ve been odd... What’s wrong?”

“Nothing just- you know...”

“Turkesa, you may be good at hiding your thoughts, but you certainly are not good at controlling your tail.”

Turkesa’s face lit up like Christmas, the male looking down to see his tail curled around his body in a very closed and defensive manner. He always had trouble keeping it from telegraphing his emotions, and it was at this moment that he resented Mhairi’s archeologist knack for noticing small details.

---

Mhairi kept focus as she finished locking the lenses into place, giving the helmet a once over before gently setting it down. The room was still quiet, the bird sighed as she figured it was time to bring the nice curtains down-

“It hurts...”

Eyes widening, the Grypharian looked over to see Turkesa looking down at the floor, a somber expression detailing his face as he went quiet for a moment longer, before finally speaking again.

“My heart hurts... Every time I look at Otto, every time I think of him.... I don’t want it to... I hate that it does... But it does.... Every. Single. Time. I look at him, and I don’t see the green monkey who makes me laugh and whom of which I called dad, I keep seeing the clone. I keep getting angry, I keep-....” Turkesa let out a sharp grunt as his left eye malfunctioned, the teal monkey’s eyes tearing up as he finally looked at Mhairi.

“A part of me still wants to tear the clone apart, even though I already did and the thing I’d be tearing apart is Otto... I can’t get it out of my head, that damn cackle, that damn sneer, that damn look in his- its eyes as it tried to-.” Mhairi watched as Turkesa’s eyes widened; the simian seeming to realize what he was saying, before he let out a shaky sigh.

“...I can’t call him dad anymore...” The voice cracked, and the tears finally began falling, along with another sharp grunt in pain.

Mhairi watched with wide eyes filled with pity and sadness, her friend really felt this way? For this long? Looking from an objective standpoint, Turkesa seemed to be a little dramatic.

But then she remembered Gibson telling her how empathetic, how open, how emotional Turkesa was during that time he was a child, and while he was way older now; it just clicked that maybe, under all that calm control he seemed to have, Turkesa was still just as emotional, still just as open.

Still just as vulnerable.

“Turkesa.” She began softly.

“It’s not just Otto though; Antauri, Chiro, Sparx, Zoltoy, Gibson- all of them, including you. I-.. I have to stop calling you guys my brothers, sisters, uncles... Fathers...” That was enough, rising to her feet, Mhairi stared down at the sad injured monkey before her.

“Now stop this Turkesa, you sound ridiculous! This isn’t some drama or-”

“This has nothing to do with the clone! Nothing to do with anything that’s happened so far!” Silence suddenly captured the room, Mhairi staring down Turkesa who only stared back with a mixture of anger, anguish, and hatred.

Hatred of which, Mhairi realized to her surprise, was now directed at himself.

“It has everything to do with me, ever since I’ve got here; I’ve opened so much. I started calling Gibson dad within the week, and Otto my dad after a few months, and everyone else followed after that!” Turkesa’s left eye malfunctioned once again, but whether or not Turkesa felt the pain was unknown to the archeologist as he continued his rant.

“I keep giving these tittles of relatives away like I don’t have anyone else when I still have my own family! Whom of which, is still out there, god knows where! And- and I’m here calling you guys my family as if- as if they don’t exist! as if they’re not even alive! and I don’t want that!“ Turkesa placed a hand to his face and took a shaky breath, trying to calm his emotions and his left eye, only to look at Mhairi with just as much emotion as before.

“I can’t... I can’t keep calling you guys what I do, and now cause of the clone I can’t even look at Otto without wanting to tear something apart. And- and imagine, just-imagine what must feel like for him!” Mhairi just noticed how much his voice was cracking, “He sees me as his son, and even he knows the murderous desire I get every time I so much glance at him. And then! and then for me to-”

Mhairi paused once she heard the lack of sound, looking over, she could see Turkesa silently clutching at his left eye, which seemed to be sparking in a fury, before the psychokinetic let out a scream in pain. Jumping at the sound, Mhairi was at his side in an instant, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong.

“Turkesa! How- how do I help?” She asked in an almost frantic state of mind. It seemed luck was on her side, as Turkesa’s pain suddenly subsided enough for him to lay panting and holding his inorganic eye.

“My... My helmet... Give me my-” Another scream released from Turkesa resulted in Mhairi jumping into action. The archeologist quickly grabbing the gear and fastening it on, the head piece reattaching itself to it’s owner; who eventually calmed to simply laying there and panting, hand placed over his left eye lens as the pain finally dulled to a bearable level.

“P-pain suppressant... in the helmet... Apparently it’s... a-always been there...” Was the answer to the question the alien bird yet to ask.

---

Mhairi stared at Turkesa speechless; she had never seen him like this... So, down, so low and vulnerable. This monkey that laid before her was just about a completely different person compared to the happy-go-lucky and sassy monkey that she had come to know.

Sitting up, Turkesa stared off into the distance, rubbing his tears away before he finally made eye contact with Mhairi, his eyes sad and relenting.

“I’ll still call you guys my family... That won’t change... But... No more titles... At least not from me... You’re all just friends I call family...” Silence then reigned for several moments before Turkesa spoke once again, Mhairi keeping silent as she wanted him to finish.

“Mhairi... I need you to do me a favor...” The archeologist tilted her head ever so slightly. Blushing a just a bit, Turkesa turned away with the faintest red on his cheeks, his eyes still sad as he stared at the door that led outside.

“I.. I’m an open person... Overly open person... I am overly empathetic, and I care too much.... I make attachments too quickly, and I invest too much in those attachments...I... I understand if you decline... But I’d like you to be my chain, to keep me from getting too close, from investing too much...” Turkesa turned to Mhairi, the latter staring at the former with slightly wide eyes; while the teal monkey stared back with a somber, heart-wrenching expression. His lips curving into a smile that all too well told how much he was emotionally hurting himself.

“It’s asking a bit much, but I’m asking you as family... Can you help me?”

~fin~

[emerald-amidst-gold]

Thank you @noire-pandora and @dungeons-and-dragon-age for the tag! I took this uquiz for none other than my Elvhen Triumvirate~ >:3

Fane

it will be okay, eventually.

it was so hard and you didn't deserve any of it. you were lost at sea and though you've now reached land, you sometimes feel like you're still drowning. but i want you to look at the cave you clawed your way out of, chipped nails and dirt on your face, and remember it wasn't always like this. it won't always be like this. allow yourself forgiveness. give yourself room to grieve. the sun is rising, kissing the pink-blue sky. it's tomorrow. you'll make it.

Mhairi

you're allowed to sit and rest.

my god, look at you: a beauty of the night, and yet you're still awake. please, for the love of god, lie down a while. your joints ache, your muscles fatigued. why do you keep standing when i've pulled out a chair? but i see it now, in your irises: you're afraid that if you stop going and stop thinking, you'll start feeling. what are you so afraid of? stop running. sit and let the sun fold over you like the gnomon of a sundial. we'll talk again after you've had your fill.

Cyfrin

i give you my permission to be angry.

being mad doesn't mean you aren't kind. they are not mutually exclusive. sometimes you just want something to crush under your boot, something to crack and shatter beneath the pressure of your heel. good. find a plate, and a wall. throw it. you don't need it, but you have my permission to yell. to acknowledge what was done to you was wrong. you don't have to be nice all the time. eat a pomegranate seed, let the tart juice pop in your mouth. spit out the pit from between your teeth. let your smile fall – it looks exhausting.

These...are surprisingly accurate. *slinks away as I realize how much trauma I’ve inflicted upon my creations*

Tagging: @the-dreadful-canine @in-arlathan @mywitchcultblr @oxygenforthewicked @little-lightning-lavellan @for-the-ninth and anyone else that would like to! No pressure, as always! <3

[alitlantern]

          ━━━ ELLIOTT REACHES FOR HIM IN HIS FINAL MOMENTS OF LUCIDITY, AND ANDERS GRASPS HIS HAND REASSURINGLY. He squeezes the appendages automatically, no longer caring for that thin line between professional and ... friend. A difficult line to straddle and not one he wanted to think about.

          Anders waits until Elliott's breathing is deep and even to let go and resume his healing.

          It is mechanical then, the way he channels the Fade into the deeper parts of Elliott's flank, beneath the the gnarled scar the man had left in his attempt to staunch the wound with haste. Elliott now asleep, Anders had no need to be wary of painful reactions, and so the process went swiftly. His magic penetrated the layers of Elliott's skin, knitting the flesh back together neatly and carefully.

          And all the while he thought on poor Carver, a knife to his stomach in lieu of rotting away.

          Carver would not have been the first man to prefer that death. Anders, himself, had seen at least half a dozen men beg for the same end in his short time with the Wardens. His mind casts back to the first ━━ Knight Rowland of Denerim, caught by the inevitable at Amaranthine. The Taint was the least of his concerns ; stomach sliced open, he bled out as that poor girl, Mhairi, begged him to do something.

          There was nothing to be done, and Maker, how he hated to deliver such wretched news. Healing magic was not as absolute as mundanes thought it to be and at best, people dismissed him when their loved ones lay upon their death bed and he stood as their last hope. At worst, people called him selfish and thought he simply refused.

          Being a healer was not an easy nor pretty thing. But it brought much good into the world, at the cost of such heavy burdens, and so he persisted to hone his gift.

          Healing complete, Anders slathered the puckered flesh in a numbing ointment comprised mostly of elfroot before pressing a layer of gauze along the scar. Elliott still deeply asleep, Anders took a moment to retrieve his blanket from the closet-sized room at the back of the clinic and lay it upon the man as the Darktown air grew chilled in the dusk.

          He did not linger on the motivation.

          The Clinic remained calm for the rest of the evening and Anders preoccupied himself with refilling stocks of the ointment he would provide Elliott with to take home ; the air smelling of medicinal mints and astringent remedies as his careful hands peeled, sliced, and ground the various ingredients at a desk a handful of feet away from the table Elliott slept upon.

A short snort escapes Hawke’s lips, a sound that somehow mirrors the fleeting levity in Anders’ voice. Perhaps the mixture has begun to work, dulling the tension that's been so tightly wound in his body for ages now.

"It’s not just death that can push someone past the point of saving." He says, his voice barely a murmur above the haunting sounds of the Kirkwall streets just beyond these walls. "Hells, just ask the Chantry. They've already pre-determined who of us sorry fucking saps get a seat beside the Maker, and who will doomed to the void."

There's a bitterness as he speaks of the church-- but, even so, there's a small part of him that then wonders about Carver's ultimate fate. If, perhaps, the young man truly has found some sort of salvation through all of this.

Bullshit, he thinks, brushing off the thought as soon as it enters his mind. No, he will not entertain such a notion -- he will not entertain such a farce. Carver is dead, gone. That's the end of it.

His eyes flicker between the mage's face and the cracks in the clinic's ceiling, as if anchoring himself to neither. "I --" Hawke pauses, clearing his throat, "-- he wished to die by the blade. I granted him that." Better than prolonging his suffering simply for the inevitable to occur, right? That's what he's telling himself, at least.

Funny how that does little to assuage his guilt.

The mixture’s effects creep through him, warmth spreading like a tide from his limbs to his chest. His breath slows, his eyes grow heavy, and a haze settles over him--not unpleasant, no, but utterly disarming in its own right, because In a single, vulnerable moment, he feels his carefully constructed walls begin to crumble, leaving behind nothing but raw, unguarded emotion.

Without thinking, his gaze centers in on Anders, half-lidded and searching. His free hand, instinctively, reaches out and grasps the mage’s.

"Wait." Elliott mumbles, fingers loosely curling around his with a kind of quiet desperation -- though for what, exactly, he doesn’t know. Perhaps he’s too far gone to be certain, the medicine lulling him further into the haze, pulling him away from the present.

All he knows, all he clings to, are the words Anders offers him:

I've got you.

When was the last time he let someone say that to him, let alone believe it? Allowed himself to stop, to trust, to be held--just for a moment?

For one short, fleeting moment, he needs it. He needs someone to care, to be there. He needs to feel it.

And Anders -- Anders -- is willing to give that to him.

His eyes flutter closed, the tension in his fingers slipping away, his grip on Anders softening, then falling away entirely as sleep claims him at last.

[auspicioustidings]

mhairi, does your accent make the word ‘poor’ sound like ‘pure’ ?

Not me saying 'poor' to myself over and over to figure out if it sounds like 'pure'. I don't think so, I think that might be more an Irish accent!

I did as a kid say 'girl' with two syllables tho :')

[blitheringmcgonagall]

it's been an EFFING DAY! can you rec something that will destroy me? I wanna forget and be gripped. extra points if it makes me cry!

Anon, here’s another person who had an EFFING DAY!!! Something to destroy you?

You didn’t specify Jily or Wolfstar so I’ll do both?

Well… there’s the jily angst rec post I did a while ago but I can’t find it, which had a lot of wonderful angst recs plus:

the @jilyawards best angst winners & the angst nominations,

and @jilyarchive for other wonderful recs if you are a Jily fan.

And:

Forget-me-not by @cesays

At eighteen, Lily Evans fell - and fell hard - for James Potter, a classmate she had never given much thought to before. He seemed as into her as she was into him, so why is it, when she starts a new job almost a decade and a lot of water under that particular bridge later, that her new boss - James Potter himself - doesn't seem to remember her at all?A Don’t You Forget About Me by Mhairi Mcfarlane AU fic

Icarus Falling by @clare-with-no-i

This time, the Death Eaters have made a critical miscalculation. This time, they've gotten too ambitious; they've flown a little too close to the sun.

OR: abducting Lily Evans Potter is an error that Voldemort's followers won't make again. James Potter will see to that.

I’ve no idea though if you mean jily or Wolfstar? Let’s say both?

For Wolfstar

That’s the Art of Getting by Sarewolf on Ao3 is very angsty with a happy ending.

“What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry.

“Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.”

A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”

Vows Under The Covers by @mollymarymarie is angsty but with a happy ending.

Remus is getting married. And not to Sirius.

“All the promises - vows under the covers.

We would play pretend, my love,

But it was real. To me.”

The Dating Disasters of Sirius Black by KabeyK

Summary: For some reason unfathomable to Remus, Sirius always likes to tell him in excruciating detail about his various romantic problems. Not fluffy.

@diademsandtiaras has an incredible angsty list which I think is what you are looking for here

And finally (Is this you Bestie? if so, ignore as you know these!)

: Halloween 1981 - canon marauders endings :

canon (the excessively angsty JKR one) Halloween 1981 from Jily, Sirius and Remus PoV. Sad.

[bondsmagii]

yes i Know that irish/scottish gaellic/gallic do Not share english pronunciation but WOW trying to learn it made it hit real hard

I don't know too much about Scottish Gaelic but as someone who speaks a little Irish and learns it on and off when the mood takes... yeah. thankfully I grew up kind of immersed in the language in terms of sayings/names (including my own) so I have a base of pronunciation, but I cannot imagine coming into it fresh-eyed lol. my background in Irish has been enough to enable me to pronounce Scottish names/words without making a fool of myself since moving here, though (cèilidh, Mhairi, Eilidh, etc).

fun fact: when I was at university I had to read some names aloud for something or other and one of the people on the list was named Saidhbhín. this is a monster of an Irish name that you do not see very often and this poor girl had probably been suffering since she left Ireland by my ass had the proud accomplishment of reading it out flawlessly (it's said sigh-veen). she was so surprised it took her a moment to realise it was her I was referring to, which is hilarious. she was probably waiting for "said-bin."

[mabaris]

preliminary round masterpost

[awkward-angie]

Oghren's joining is amazing. Just drink and belch. The makings of a true Warden?? Maybe?? She's not sure. Neither am I.

Poor Mhairi :( she really wanted to be a warden. She seemed dedicated to her duty and Sinaea was looking forward to knowing her.

[secretsfromwholecloth]

Dragon Age: Origins (and DLCs), day 11.

Right, we were just headed to the palace to get into the really fun parts of the Battle of Denerim.

*raises their bottle of cider for Riordan*

*Maria Dahvana Headley voice* Bro.

The first wave of enemies in the Palace District got pretty hairy. Isaura and Leliana both went down, leaving Alistair fighting by himself, entirely dependent on support from Wynne. And bless him, he got through it perfectly OK.

I remember how hairy the entrance to Fort Drakon got even with a much, much tankier Warden. I’m going to be smart and call in some allies. Hm, how about some dwarves?

Hey. Hey, emissaries. Eat magic sword.

...Enchantment?

Heehee, Inferno is a fun spell, isn’t it?

Alistair, dearie, are you sure you want to be running into that spell’s AOE to stab things? Sure you don’t want to just let those darkspawn burn to death? *sigh* Fine, here’s a heal.

Archdemon time. Let’s do this. Calling in the mages, which worked well before.

Oh, look, it’s Eamon. And Irving. And Kardol. Hi, guys!

And after a couple of Fireballs, a few Crushing Prisons, and some ballista shots, Thedas is now minus one Urthemiel. Good job, Isaura.

Duncan, is that you narrating from beyond the grave?

I mean, look, it’s either him or a Spirit of Narration from the Fade taking on his likeness.

Dear game writers: Please, please give your poor VAs a pronunciation guide. No one in this game having the foggiest idea how to pronounce “Minrathous” is becoming a running joke.

I must not have talked to Sten often enough in the late game, because the goodbye conversation is the first time he’s called her “kadan”. I don’t know which headcanon I like better, that the idea came up at some point and he explained it off-screen, or that she won’t find out what exactly he called her for years yet.

And I think I got my standard endings, but the game crashed when going out the door. Again. Apparently this is just going to be a thing now.

And with that, it’s now Awakening time. WHOOOOOOOOO.

You know, it took me an embarrassingly long time to make the connection between “Sheryl Chee is my favorite DA writer” and “Awakening, which had a writing team of only Chee and Gaider and is thus presumably 50% Chee material, is my favorite DA game.” You’d think that would’ve been more obvious, but then you’d be overestimating my ability to catch on to obvious things like that.

OK, definitely a new narrator this time out. Sounds like the guy who voiced the Statue of War in the Wending Wood.

I mean, it’s not like I’m going to have Mhairi very long, so I’m not sure it really matters how I build her.

Hello, Anders, old...well, “friend’ isn’t quite it, more like “passing acquaintance”. They knew each other just about well enough for Isaura to make the connection between “blond goober with the earring” and “guy who got locked up by the Templars for running away”.

How he files her in his mind, I haven’t the foggiest. “Irving’s little girl,” presumably. Or “the one who always used to mess with the baby Templars”. Or “the only one willing to put up with Jowan every day”.

You know, I’ve been looking forward to not needing Anders in the party all the time and being able to go in some different directions with my party composition. Thing is, Isaura is also hands down the most likely of my Wardens to genuinely like Anders and end up being besties with him, especially with this early push of “he’s the only familiar face in this place”. Eh, we’ll work it out somehow.

Isaura can cast Inferno, and Anders can cast Blizzard, so you know what that means? Baby’s first spell combo, that’s what. :D

This is the first time I’ve had Anora rather than Alistair show up for the monarch’s cameo at the beginning, Interesting to see the differences between them.

They really ought to put out some pillows for the Joining. It’d probably reduce the death rate if recruits weren’t cracking their heads on stone floors when they faint.

Hello, Nathaniel. Isaura isn’t going to love you quite as much as her predecessors, but you’re going to be friends eventually.

So, recruit him on the spot or tell him to get out of her sight? She needs people—she hasn’t got a fully-staffed party without him—and Oghren’s crack about him “going all Zevran on you” is only going to remind her that coopting a would-be assassin can turn them into a good and useful friend in time. Yeah, I think I just talked myself into conscripting him. Sorry, Nate, you’ll learn to enjoy Wardenhood in time.

All right, we’ve investigated the cave-in, dealt with the nobles, now off to Amaranthine to pick up some quests. And bang out Nathaniel's, since it's right there.

Hi there, Delilah. If I'm not going to be allowed to give out hugs, I'm glad you're here to do it.

Aww, Anders and Oghren really do love each other.

*sigh* Right, it’d been a while since I’d had a properly catastrophic crash. Thanks, game!

Between being conscripted, having to shoot his mother figure dead because she’s turned into a ghoul, and finding out his sister is alive and his father was worse than he realized even before it all went down, Nathaniel is having quite an eventful day.

All right, nice and caught up, and it’s time to pack it in for the night.

[theseturquoisewishes]

*Comes back from training, sees what’s going on*

“....What the hell is happening? What’s Zoltoy talking about? What’s Mhairi flipping out about now?”

“What the fuck is going on?”

[brialavellan]

I was tagged by @isalavhenan, thank you friend! And I did an OC that was not ‘Manehn. 

Mhairi Amal Hawke

PLACE IN SOCIETY

✖ FINANCIAL – wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

Mhairi was poor when they lived in Ferelden but after their dwarven expedition, they became immensely wealthy. However, she still hoards money in certain ways - not spending her money on frivolity and instead giving to charity. 

✖ MEDICAL – fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

She’s very fit because of all the combat she gets into.

✖ CLASS OR CASTE – upper / lower / middle / working / unsure

She is rich now, but she grew up working class even though her mother is a noble. She refuses a reinstatement of her old noble status however, as she doesn’t think she has much in common with them, she doesn’t know or care about the Amells, and she wants to honor her father by keeping his name. 

✖ EDUCATION – qualified / unqualified / studying

She can read quite well, and is teaching Fenris how to read as well, and doing a pretty good job at it. Because she loves to read, she knows a lot about history and geography. She’s decent at math too because you need to be as a mage. 

FAMILY

✖ MARITAL STATUS – married, happily / married, unhappily / engaged  / partnered / divorced / widow or widower / separated / single / it’s complicated

She loves Anders dearly and though she is sometimes concerned and a little overwhelmed at times bc of his troubles, she has continued to love him even if she’s still conflicted over his actions.

✖ CHILDREN – has children / no children / wants children / adopted children

She has thought about whether she wants kids, and she’s come to a neutral stance. She’s not opposed but neither is she desperate to have one. 

✖ FAMILY – close with sibling / not close with siblings / has no siblings / siblings are deceased / it’s complicated

Bethany was killed in Lothering and Carver was killed in the Deep Roads and she definitely has a lot of guilt associated with it that has manifested into chronic depression.

✖ AFFILIATION – orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by both parents / it’s complicated

She was raised more by her father than her mother because she needed instruction as an apostate mage but both parents were in her life. 

TRAITS & TENDENCIES

✖ disorganized / organised / in between

She keeps her spaces immaculate - maybe it’s the anxiety.

✖ close-minded / open-minded / in between

She’s definitely more open-minded than most humans, but she still has her biases against things like blood magic.

✖ cautious / reckless / in between

Because she’s always been trying to protect people from danger i.e. her siblings and mother all of her life, she’s always very careful.

✖ patient / impatient / in between

She puts up with a lot of things most people wouldn’t or couldn’t tolerate

✖ outspoken / reserved / in between

She’s always got a snarky comment for things she doesn’t like and a nice comment for the things she does.

✖ leader / follower / in between

She’s always taken care to stay out of sight (apostate) but when she needs to protect her friends, she’ll step up.

✖ sympathetic / unsympathetic / in between

She cares deeply about others’ plights and that means she has a teeny bit of a martyr complex.

✖ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

She gets less and less optimistic over time, for sure

✖ hardworking / lazy / in between

She had to work very hard to sustain themselves in Ferelden and now she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she isn’t working hard.

✖ cultured / uncultured / in between

This is loaded in a way. She’s cultured in the sense that she knows about the world, but nobles and “tastemakers” would call her boorish

✖ loyal / disloyal / in between

She’s deeply loyal to those she cares about and would defend them to the death.

✖ faithful / unfaithful / in between

Related to being loyal, she’s also incredibly faithful and wouldn’t stray at all.

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

✖ SEXUALITY – heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / omnisexual / demisexual

✖ SEX – sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable

✖ ROMANCE – romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable

She’s always been a little bit of a romantic despite her denials.

✖ SEXUALLY – sexually adventurous / sex experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / uninterested

Anders was her first love and her first time.

ABILITIES

✖ COMBAT SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✖ LITERACY SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✖ ARTISTIC SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✖ TECHNICAL SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Open tag -  anyone who would like to do this, please tag me as an invite, I love reading about other ocs.