#rebellion’s infancy

[b-radley66]

Wonderful commission from @punkzcakes of two Fulcrums. The ‘other’ Fulcrum is an OC known only as Face; she was raised by a Mandalorian after she tried to pick his pocket. Ahsoka realized that she needed to be in more places than she could be. Of course, this is either a discussion of Rebellion Things (tm) or Face trying to get Fulcrum-Prime to audition for dancing at the club. Fulcrum-Prime maintains that she doesn’t need to audition, she has experience dancing on Jabba’s sail-barge, which is a story in itself.

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[neithergodsnormen]

bringing this fun from Jon's individual blog

poor Jon, in his show verse he is about to go through a huge identity crisis

then I remember what I pulled on him for his rebellion lost verse… where Rhaegar won at the Trident….

depending on who brings him away from the Tower of Joy his name changes

Jon Targaryen if brought away by Ned

Jaehaerys Targaryen if brought away by the Kingsguard (or Lyanna if she lives)

Aemon Targaryen if brought away by Rhaegar

talk about not knowing who you are

[fanfoolishness]

I like to imagine that in the future, people remember the clones. After Palpatine falls for good on Exegol, imagine an explosion of freedom and knowledge in those days after the final defeat: imagine archaeologists and scholars plumbing the depths of Imperial and First Order records, trying to figure out what had happened so it could never happen again. And through it all they find the clones’ story woven into everything, until a new field emerges of Clone Studies, a loose alliance of military history buffs and research biologists and anthropologists and ethicists.

They catalogue the Kaminoans’ research; they review the clone memorials on Coruscant, on Zeffo, monuments as large as a massive wall or as small as a quiet statue, from people throughout the galaxy who were grateful for what they did. They study the great tragedy and betrayal of the chip, finally understanding the scope of Palpatine’s plans and bringing them out into the open, sharing the truth that the clones never chose to betray the Jedi Order and Republic they had served faithfully. They study old war vids and oral histories from people of long-lived species or whose grandparents remembered the clones; they build, memory by memory, a sense of the culture, the camaraderie, the brotherhood, the loyalty. They collect vids of battle songs and in-jokes and an interior language shared among them, springing up over the years.

They find and list their names, self-chosen or given by their brothers: Rex, Fives, Howzer, Echo, Tup, Gregor, Wolffe, Cody, Boil, Waxer, Cut. They study the clones whose differences defined them and knit them into a family whose ties could not be broken, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Omega. They study the discarded who nevertheless still had value - 99, Emerie, the clones who were culled in infancy for being wrong. There are specialists who devote their entire branch of study to the only male unaltered clone and his infamous exploits throughout the galaxy, so alike his father’s. They study the years of the clone rebellion, a fight that paved the way for the next wave of fighters and the next after them.

The clones are gone. That is undisputed. Their kind came for a little while, and then vanished, burning brightly; their tale was a tragedy, but one unique in all its seeming sameness. There are conferences and holovids and books. There are debates and research firing up young scholars about a time only their great-grandparents can remember.

In the future, after all the clones are gone, there are still stories.

[aithusarosekiller]

Why Jegulus would actually work with their (barely existent) canon personalities:

This isn't a place for a debate so literally don't bother, I'm just trying to articulate to appeal to the 'iT maKEs No seNsE' crowd because while I don't care about canon, some Jegulus haters don't respect you unless you worship it so

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First: James' benefit from it-

To begin with, you have the superiority complex. As much as fans (and Sirius) like to say that Sirius immediately saw through his parents' beliefs when he was born and was a perfect activist from infancy, this is not true. First of all it's highly improbable and much more likely that he told that sort of tale that in order to convince himself and Harry that he was always good, but he isn't and we see that. He is progressive but he still treats Kreacher incredibly poorly, he uses oppressed creatures as jokes and sees no issue with it (yeah, canon-worshippers, sorry but in PoA there is no remorse for the prank, he laughs about it proudly) so he would have had to grow out of most of the behaviours he did have when he was sorted. He would carry some leftover beliefs from his family that James and the others had to help him unlearn. He would be willing to of course but it was still work. Why on earth would James not have reason to think 'I can do it again! They were raised in the same house they're practically the same.' Sirius had described his brother as weak and idiotic so James sees it as an easy win for his ego and the worth of his name, maybe even in Lily’s eyes.

And even when he falls in love and realises he may not be able to change them? Canonically? James wouldn't care. Not before he was 17 at least. He only ever relies on equality when it matters to him. They bully for no reason but target Snape a lot anyway, they already hate him when James sees the opportunity to stand up for Lily, speaking over her wishes instead of with her. He seems more intent on humiliating Snape and making a scene than actually fixing any issues. He's never truly evil but he's not a perfect virtuous angel. So him staying with someone who's morals are compromised wouldn't feel evil to him, he still thinks he's great and perfect, he just loves people who aren't. Let teenage James be morally grey, it's all he ever has been. It would give a pretty cool exploration of his growing maturity in the later school years. There's no real explanation for it apart from 'well it worked for him getting Lily' (which I hate, he nastily jokes about dating her infront of a crowd in exchange for not physically assaulting her friend and then she marries him? Give them more fucking depth than that, it reminds me of too many creeps I know) so it would be kind of cool to explore what could have set him off down the path of becoming a better person. Maybe age or outside pressure but I like the idea of him having a personal relationship that helped him to grow. He's with someone he can never be open to the public with and it's eating away at him because technically he should call it off but he doesn't bloody want to. When it ends, it's all too much and he chooses to flip his life over. He realises how Lily must have felt having Severus turn around on her and force her to leave him; he looks at the war and social climate with more integrity. He begins to change for the better in response to this upheaval of his life and his heartbreak. Also regulus gave him that snitch he was playing with and nobody can convince me he didn't.

Now for Regulus:

The betrayal is the obvious one, he'd always been tentative and naive according to Sirius. Sirius is under the impression he would've just tried to run when it got scary and we can assume he just misjudged him but wouldn't it be interesting if somebody was there to help him embrace his courageous, reckless side? If James sat there whispering words of victory and bravery to him, planting the seeds for his later rebellion? It could also have begun to place seeds of doubt in his mind surrounding the death eaters, even if they did not come to fruition until later. Even if you think he only changed due to Kreacher being hurt, the disproportionate response of sacrificing his entire life over it in some grand display of power is SO JAMES of him.

Then there's the opportunity to explore him on a more personal level. Who is he outside of his family? Was the locket the only secret betrayal or were there more? How does this impact his relationship with Sirius, regardless of him knowing of it or not? It adds even more layers to the meaning of his name and it helps to explore his own doubts before they are ever apparent to his family. James would likely not feel a sense of betrayal in not telling Sirius due to his ego and the fact that British teen boys are just like that™️ with their friend groups. But would Regulus? He would likely feel guilt anyway, but towards his brother? Did he still see him as a family member, as someone worth telling things to, as someone James belonged to? Well never know the canonical answers to this and that's why it's so FUN to explore. The layers to the secrecy and hope in their relationship is amazing.

What are his lingering feelings like after it ended? Hatred, regret, jealousy? And for James- guilt, sorrow, crushed hope?

The timelines add up too- the mark, James growing more mature, the snitch and the bullying of Snape.

And if your argument is 'they're not gay' tell me what makes you think that. Their personality? There isn't one 'way' to be gay. Prejudices? You think gay people are born holding a rainbow flag and chanting peace and love? So may gay ppl are vile to other marginalised groups. James married a woman? Bi people exist.

You don't have to like it, but don't say it makes no sense becuase it can and neither do half of your hcs about wolfstar and the prank and James' sunshine personality and how perfect jily were

[milkywayes]

my vakarian family dynamic hc just got a new and very important addition: garrus was an unplanned child.

and the thought of ANYTHING being UNPLANNED is anathema to papa vakarian. he’s already back on the citadel working (after taking two years to be with his mate and raise baby solana) when he hears the news. it throws a wrench into his carefully-laid plans.

see, papa vakarian is a hierarchy man through and through. he likes schedules, he likes standard operating procedures, he likes making up his mind and sticking to it. he does not like surprises.

garrus is a surprise.

and then he just never grows out of being one.

but it’s not just him. not just the fact that he’s weird and passionate and still wants to be a spectre past the age of 6 and squanders all his incredible potential by insisting on quitting the military before his requisite 15 years are over and then quitting c-sec on a whim and everything that follows.

it’s that the relay 314 incident happens a couple of months before his scheduled birth or at least no more than a year into his infancy. the relay 314 incident, as much as it is only an incident and not a war, which is a big fucking deal and harkens the end of life as they know it—or maybe it’s garrus’ birth that did, depending on how you look at it: a new species on the citadel and the emergence of the first real galactic threats since the krogan rebellions over a thousand years prior and then finally the reaper war. the war to end all wars.

and who’s smack-dab in the middle of all of that? his son. his unplanned, unanticipated, bringer-of-chaos-and-rejecter-of-social-mores renegade of a son.

behold the orb of entropy.

“father, i’m going to be your worst nightmare”

[sinisterexaggerator]

Rebel With A Cause

Echo x Gen! Reader

Warnings: None. Fluff and a kiss. A little bit of angst in relation to wartime and heartfelt goodbyes.

582 words

Notes: I decided to write a series of "goodbye" ficlets where the reader takes / removes something from each of CF99 as they part ways. I plan to do the others. I wrote Crosshair some time ago.

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The Rebellion was in its infancy, yet you were amongst those placing themselves on the front lines, determined to make a difference in a galaxy that otherwise seemed uncaring and oblivious. Your native home had been overrun by the Empire and all its lackeys, leaving you to find a greater purpose, one shared with many others; it was something to be proud of, and you had never once looked back.

Neither had this soldier, a clone who had been dealt a rough hand in life, parts of him not man, but mechanical, yet this in no way put a damper on your feelings.

As in times of war, his was another hasty exit, leaving your heart aching and your mouth dry as he strode with purpose, meaning to board the ship that would carry him away.

“Echo!” you called out, desperation coating that single utterance of his name; your legs felt like jelly, even as you forced them to propel you forward. The distance was short, finding yourself to be in the presence of your lover before he could even turn around.

You stood before him and swallowed back your spit, butterflies having taken flight in your belly. Still, you would not allow him to leave without saying farewell; there was always the real possibility he would never return to you, or you to him.

“Officer,” he started, one of his brothers watching from aloft. Your gaze darted upward, and he drifted inside the cover of his ship; you were thankful Rex understood you wanted this time alone.

“Don’t leave without saying goodbye,” you pleaded, unable to stop the tears that were beginning to well in your eyes. That stoic face softened, brows knitting in concern. Echo reached out to you with his scomp, then hastily lowered his arm.

“I’m…” The clone trailed off, unsure of what to say, or how it might be received. You smiled at him, finally daring to take up the one hand left to him.

Carefully, deliberately, you removed his glove. He watched you intently, deep brown eyes rising to meet your face. It felt as if time stood still, the thrum and hum of the rebel encampment behind you all but dying on the breeze; it was welcomed wholeheartedly as it cooled and refreshed your balmy skin.

Gently, you lifted his wrist, setting his hand against the curve of your cheek. This allowed Echo to feel your sorrow as it trickled from you in discrete drops, your lips brushing the inside of his palm as you whispered your one and only wish: “Be careful.”

Echo drew you in, fingers curling behind your ear as his thumb swiped away your tears. His lips met yours, kissing you fervently, and as if his life depended on it.

Words no longer felt necessary, his sentiments expressed through the impassioned swirl of his tongue. You loosed a whimper, Echo pulling back to study the intricacies of your face, those things that made you, you.

“I will,” he affirmed, temporarily placating you. He took up the glove offered shyly back to him, stowing it away, then turned on his heel to board the ramp, one final glance cast in your direction.

This alone would keep you hooked, desiring nothing more than for this blasted war to end, a life spent by his side something that may have already crossed your mind.

[whencyclopedia]

George I of Great Britain

George I of Great Britain (r. 1714-1727) succeeded the last of the Stuart monarchs, Queen Anne of Great Britain (r. 1702-1714) because he was Anne's nearest Protestant relative. The House of Hanover secured its position as the new ruling family by defeating several Jacobite rebellions which supported the old Stuart line.

King George may have struggled with both English and the English, often preferring his attachments in Germany, but his reign was a relatively stable one. His greatest legacy was as a patron of the arts, in particular, his support of musicians like Handel and such lasting cultural institutions as the Royal Academy of Music. He was succeeded by his son George II of Great Britain (r. 1727-1760).

Succession: The House of Hanover

The Glorious Revolution of 1688 saw the end of the reign of the male Stuarts and placed William, Prince of Orange on the throne as William III of England (r. 1689-1702) with his wife, the daughter of the exiled James II of England (r. 1685-1688), made Mary II of England (r. 1689-1694). Mary's sister became the ruling monarch in 1702 as Anne, Queen of Great Britain. When Anne died, so ended the Stuart royal line, which had begun with Robert II of Scotland (r. 1371-1390).

Queen Anne outlived her husband Prince George of Denmark (1653-1708) by six years; she died at the age of 49 on 1 August 1714 at Kensington Palace after suffering two strokes. Queen Anne had had many children, but all died in infancy. The greatest hope for an heir had been William, Duke of Gloucester (b. 1689), but he died in 1700, aged 12. Anne's official heirs, the Hanoverian family, were selected as such in the 1701 Act of Settlement.

The Hanovers were connected to the British royal line as descendants of Elizabeth Stuart (d. 1662), daughter of James I of England (r. 1603-1625) and brief Queen of Bohemia through her husband Frederick V of the Palatinate. The chosen successor – although she was not permitted by Anne to even visit England – was Elizabeth Stuart's daughter Sophia (l. 1630-1714), wife of the Duke of Brunswick and Elector of Hanover (a small principality in Germany the size of Yorkshire). Sophie of Hanover was Queen Anne's nearest relation of the Protestant faith, a vital consideration given that Parliament had already passed a law forbidding a Catholic to take the throne. For this reason, more than 50 other claimants to the throne had been deemed unsuitable. When Sophia died in 1714, her son, George Ludwig, took over the role of heir apparent to the British throne.

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[rotzaprachim]

one of the most interesting aspects of andor to me is how i think it didn’t decision to alter character timelines so much as make the decision to alter- or rather, cut open and interrogate- the entire timeline of the rebellion, in ways that have fascinating implications for the entire worldbuilding of the starry wars. one of the lingering uncertainties of “andor” comes from the refusal to play any of the cards of the Rebel Alliance as the plucky good-guy army, for whom Joining the Rebellion is as straightforward as enlisting and getting a uniform, who can show up and do army things at any moment. as the episodes build and build and build and the tension and power of the imperial army grows higher, the Rebel Alliance just.... doesn’t appear. there is no Secret Base for Luthen to take Cassian too, only a tiny group of guerillas in the highlands. there is none of the famous iconography of the Rebellion- no orange flight suits (though boy does andor give a new cast to that color choice), no rebel armed rebel bases, no x-wings go swoop in at the last moment. as I watched Andor I felt the lingering stone-drop realisation: the Rebellion, as we know it, simply does not exist. what we get is a hyper-isolated, fragmented rebellion in its infancy, tiny groups and intellligence operations so low on cash that the theft of a single sector’s payroll or access to a single wealthy woman’s family funds. Cassian can’t join the rebel alliance, because it doesn’t exist yet. 

And that’s one story. that’s a far, far more complicated story, and a more difficult story to exist within, than the plucky rebel army versus big empire narrative star wars has been living in. how do you join something like that? it really isn’t that easy. BUT! here’s the thing. BUT BUT BUT. andor complicates that further by showing, over and over again, that even if that rebel alliance can’t swoop in and save the day, that even if the number of *official* Rebellion members is a tiny fraction down to their last resources, organised rebellion is, in fact, possible. and it already exists. it exists everywhere, in numerous forms. it is both non violent and violent, and it is often the work of *civillians,* because the fundamental conditions of war, occupation, and totalitarianism make, politicise, designate everyone as a soldier. looking back on andor, there isn’t a single arc that isn’t made possible by some form of organised, collective rebellion. cassian couldn’t have escaped from ferrix if ferrix didn’t already have a system of pounding metal in order to spread the word, if salman and wilmon paak didn’t get set to banging metal, and brasso didn’t weld weights to the police squad car. the rebels couldn’t have pulled off the aldhani heist if hundreds of local aldhani hadn’t continued their cultural rites and kept coming on that pilgrimage even as local imperial agents actively worked to prevent it- because existence can be rebellion, because the continuation of cultural and religious traditions under oppression can be rebellion. the crowning point of the season, for me, is the prison break at narkina five, the five thousand prisoners knowing that there’s only one way out, and that’s by running, shooting, killing, by climbing out together. the series ends on an entire local uprising as a town’s funeral march turns into a riot against armed, shielded cops. 

And it all leads into these much more nuanced things that Andor is saying about the natures of both oppression and resistance. Because it isn’t giving the (individualist, and somewhat defeatest, but sure damn repeated) narrative that rebellion against authoritarianism is about a few Englightened individuals - the luthen’s, the aldhani rebels- versus the mass of Sheeple who just take it. Are thankful for it. That there’s just the Special ones who see the light, and those that.. Haven’t. Nor are there the essentialistly Good Pure Rebels who have all the Right Ideas in a nice Color Coded Format, who have fought Purely and Totally for the Rebellion From the Start, versus the bad guys The structures of empire don’t work like that- they make huge numbers of people complicit because of the way they stack and tier and turn subjugated people against each other when so few individuals, actually are in charge, and they make the alternative to complicity be nothing but death, in horrific ways. The people in Andor have dirt on their hands. It’s about what they do now. The X-wings can’t come to save Cassian from Narkina. The prisoners have to climb their way out. No one can give the Aldhani rebels backup. Only Luthen and Cinta and Vel can come to Maarva’s wake, and when the fighting comes, it isn’t even about them, anyway. Andor asks what happens when there isn’t the golden saviour, the Good Guy army coming in for us, and makes the case for rebellion as something intensely collectivist and intensely local, that rebellion and rebels exist before our very eyes, in more complicated ways. It’s what makes the show both brutal and brutally hopeful - for one of the first times, watching star wars, i get the sense viscerally that better worlds and forms of existence are possible within the star wars world.

As for cassian, the arc I hope they’re going for, and i really do think are going for, is not that he joined the rebellion as we see it in rogue one. It’s that that rebellion as we know didn’t exist yet, and that his arc will be about helping to stitch together the various forms of rebellion that already exist, everywhere. I think we’ll walk into Rogue One now not seeing Cassian as Mon and Draven’s hand- already fascinating - but as one of the rebellion’s quiet powerbrokers and kingmakers whose a big part of why they’re there to begin with.

[fis-paprikas]

it's so hard to put my finger on why the ahsoka vs andor discourse sounds so juvenile. But i think the folks saying "not everything can be serious and political, we like lightsabers and fun battles too!!!!" completely fail to realise that's not what the andor fans are taking issue with......

Like we want light-hearted easygoing star wars with jedi and spaceships. the issue isn't tone or content, it's EXECUTION. what's not clicking. andor wasn't good because it was a serious, more realistic portrayal of the rebellion's infancy, it was good because the people making it were skilled and passionate about their work. People don't like it just because it was different to what we had before (although it was refreshing), people like it because it had a tight script, consistent tone, interesting themes and ideas and a wildly talented cast. and everything I've seen from ahsoka looks like nothing more than a hollow cash grab like every other thing disney has made in recent times. It's okay to demand quality from your silly escapist shows i promise

[likdayligt]

[ 𝟎𝟏 ]  ──  *  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒.  {  sparks from the fire dancing in the air  }

full name : harriet wickham 

nicknames :  hattie.

gender :  cis-female.

pronouns :  she/her.

sexuality :  bisexual.

age :  28 yrs old

date of birth : 9th april

hometown : cambridge, england

occupation : dating app cultural consultant & dating podcaster

zodiac sign :  aries, sagittarius moon and leo rising.

location : mango bay lofts apartment # 1b

counterpart : emma woodhouse

scroll down for the lowdown on her backstory, personality and all the connections that make her… well, her.

[ 𝟎𝟐. ]  ──  *  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.  {  i am so much more than they told me i was  }

born in the bustling halls of a british hospital to a duo of doctor dynamos, hattie's infancy was scripted with all the precision of a clinical trial: top grades opening the gates to a stethoscope-laden future. but when her parents traded foggy england for sunny palmview in a bold bid for a fresh start, hattie's story took a swerve into uncharted territories. high school in a new land dished out its share of drama and discovery, complete with a side of culture shock and a sprinkle of teenage rebellion.

while her parents dreamt of their little girl in scrubs, hattie was more at home amidst a cacophony of colors and canvases, her soul stirred by shakespeare rather than by stethoscopes. the very thought of trodding the family's medical path felt like squeezing into a straitjacket one size too small. summoning every bit of her pluck, she dropped the bomb at her graduation: “i can't be a doctor. it's not who i am.”

with diploma in hand and adventure in heart, hattie kissed palmview goodbye and spun the globe. her new classroom: the world. from the cobblestones of europe to the jungles of kenya, each stamp in her passport was a story, every encounter a lesson. she danced under the stars in brazil, taught english in thai hinterlands, and championed cheetahs in conservation efforts. but it was over a steamy cup in a cozy parisian café, chatting with a fellow wanderer, that hattie discovered her true passion: the intricate dance of human connections.

now, as a cultural consultant for dating apps, hattie is the go-to guru for crafting culturally savvy love-finding experiences. she's the bridge between tech brains and beating hearts, helping app wizards weave in the delicate threads of cultural respect and understanding into the digital fabric of romance. her workshops are a hot ticket item for developers eager to pepper their algorithms with empathy and inclusivity.

when not consulting, hattie hosts the hit podcast " date me, maybe " a melting pot of the lovelorn and love-found. think of it as the cool kids' table at the cafeteria of modern romance. from tear-jerker tales to tactical tips for the tinder-tired, her show explores the highs and lows of love in a digital age. each episode, be it through interviews, storytelling, or listener q&as, peels back layers of the heart's mysteries, making hattie not just a guide but a companion on the journey of love.

hattie had come back to palmview because, well, life had a funny way of kicking her in the shins when she least expected it. after years of globe-trotting and dodging the ever-present shadow of "when are you going to settle down?" (as if life were some chair you could just plop down in), her mother’s sudden death had thrown her a curveball. and let’s be real—hattie had never liked the predictable, but this one? it left her with no choice.

palmview had almost become a distant memory in her adult brain, buried somewhere between parisian cafés and kenyan safaris. but the call of home, or maybe more accurately, the weight of it, pulled her back. she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea—palmview was a town known for gossip and overzealous pta moms, neither of which was her vibe. but there was something about the place that felt like the only place she could process her grief without everyone expecting her to, well, “get over it” already. palmview had never been the place hattie planned to settle, but sometimes, life called you back to the place where a chapter was still open.

[ 𝟎𝟑. ]  ──  *  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.  {  hard & clear about what hurts  }

hattie is like a firework in a world of tea lights—brilliant, attention-grabbing, and occasionally a little too intense. she’s got strong opinions on just about everything, from dating culture to coffee brewing, and she’s as stubborn as a london drizzle. ask her to consider a different view, and you might as well ask her to change the color of the sky. she calls herself a "romantic freelancer," preferring her romantic life in exciting short stories over a predictable novel. this perpetual soloist vibe gives her dating app work an ironic twist; she’s got a knack for helping others find love but seems to duck long-term attachments herself.

her independence is both her superpower and her achilles' heel. she's the type who’ll hop on a plane at the drop of a hat, but that free-spiritedness sometimes isolates her from deeper connections. with her dry humor, hattie makes even serious advice feel like a chat over drinks, but you might notice her deflecting when things get too personal. for hattie, life’s all about guiding others to connection—she just hasn’t quite figured out if her own heart wants to stay on that solo flight or eventually find a co-pilot.

[ 𝟎𝟒. ]  ──  *  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.  { i feel like i’m the worst so i always act like i’m the best }

secretly collects random travel mementos—pressed flowers, ticket stubs, weird postcards—stashed in a dusty shoebox she swears she’ll never open again.

spends hours pondering life’s big questions in coffee shops, writing journals full of overanalysed thoughts... but never sharing them. she’ll podcast about it, though.

listens to everyone's feelings but buries her own with busyness and humor. grief? oh, she's definitely not dealing with that... right now.

despite mocking romance novels, hattie reads them like they’re her dirty little secret. she pretends not to care, but deep down, she’s rooting for the whirlwind love affair.

can nap anywhere, anytime. parks, airports, buses—if she sits still for too long, she’s out like a light. it’s a superpower she doesn’t even try to hide.

can pull off the most dramatic fake phone call at a moment’s notice. it’s an art. she’s fended off unwanted dates with, “sorry, gotta take this!” every time.

starts diy projects all the time—crochet, knitting, painting—but the half-done creations sit in boxes, waiting for a day she’ll magically feel inspired to finish them.

she’ll go on rants about the most random topics—like the ethics of pineapple on pizza or how socks always disappear in the laundry—no one can predict it, but it’s always entertaining.

checks the weather app obsessively, but only for places she’s not in. if she’s in palmview, she’s reading about the forecast in tokyo for no good reason.

reads a book for five minutes, then promptly falls asleep on it. she insists it’s her "method of absorbing knowledge," even if it just ends up as a nap.

hattie has a flair for turning mundane moments into dramatic events. a broken shoelace is treated like a tragic accident, and an unexpected rain shower is "a cinematic twist."

[ 𝟎𝟓. ]  ──  *  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.  {  i have a heart that bites back  }

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘈𝘙𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘚. hattie has had her fair share of passionate but short-lived relationships, many of which ended on bad terms. one ex, in particular, broke her trust, leading to a dramatic fallout. they now avoid each other, but there's still a lingering tension when their paths cross. hattie is too stubborn to admit when she’s wrong, and this ex can’t forgive her refusal to compromise.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘖𝘓𝘋 𝘍𝘓𝘈𝘔𝘌. this person holds a special place in hattie’s heart—a love from the past that was intense and formative but ultimately ended for reasons they both understood. they’ve remained in each other’s lives, but their connection is nostalgic. when they see each other, there's a flicker of the old magic, but neither of them is interested in reigniting that relationship. it’s a bittersweet connection that both parties keep around for comfort, reminding them of who they were when they were together.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘍𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓 𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘓. this person works in a similar field as hattie and is just as good at what they do. in fact, they might be better. they’re always just a little bit ahead of her in the game, and it drives hattie crazy. whether it’s snagging the same clients or being lauded for innovative ideas, this rival constantly reminds hattie that there’s more to accomplish. she’s competitive by nature and, though she’d never admit it to their face, she’s determined to outdo them—if only to prove to herself that she’s the best.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘎𝘜𝘐𝘓𝘛𝘠 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘌. this person is hattie’s secret vice. they’re exciting, a little dangerous, and definitely the kind of person her friends would warn her about. but hattie is drawn to them—maybe it’s their mystery or their ability to make her feel alive. every interaction with them is electrifying, but she knows deep down that they’re not long-term material. still, she can’t seem to stay away. it’s the forbidden fruit she can’t resist, but she knows better than to try to make it more than it is.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒𝘌𝘙 𝘊𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘏. at work, things are almost professional. there's someone in her consulting firm that has hattie’s attention, but she plays it cool (sometimes). they’re smart, ambitious, and share her sense of humor. she loves their witty exchanges and the way they challenge her ideas, though she’s not sure if they’re flirting or just being friendly. despite the chemistry, hattie keeps it professional—at least, mostly.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘕’𝘛 𝘓𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏. this family member is the one who gets under hattie’s skin the most. whether it’s a step/half-sibling who doesn’t understand her career path or a cousin who’s always questioning her life choices, they push all the wrong buttons. hattie loves them, but that doesn’t stop them from clashing, especially when it comes to her fiercely independent nature. they often make her feel guilty for not being more "traditional," but deep down, hattie knows they just want what’s best for her.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙. this person has their life together in a way that hattie secretly finds infuriating—they’re always succeeding, always excelling, and always managing to balance it all. while hattie appreciates their drive and ambition, their near-perfect life serves as a reminder of how much she rebels against the norm. she’ll poke fun at their obsessive need to succeed, but deep down, she knows they’re just doing what she could do if she ever really applied herself. maybe that’s why she’s slightly jealous.

credit: gifs made by sersh. * part of palmviewfm

[failchild]

the thing about kim is that he's kind of boring in an average middle-aged guy way. he looks forward to his daily crossword puzzle. he smoked weed over two decades ago and thinks that's cool. he likes cars. he likes machines. he probably eats plain oatmeal every day. he likes being perceived as "normal" ("regular, garden variety revacholiere") and "boring" ("unrepentant spoilsport"). a lot of this has to do with the perpetual foreigner stereotype he's faced his entire life and his moralist beliefs—he also just has very dad-like interests

on the flip side he gets a kick out of being "cool" ("were he to quit [smoking], he would lose the cool factor. this man relishes his cool quite a bit") and rebellious ("this minor act of rebellion is important to the lieutenant's self-construction"). he spends the week in martinaise wandering around in communist revolutionary cosplay, which is kind of an insane thing to do when he's employed by the occupying force that destroyed the revolution. he loves his obnoxious loud ass car and his obnoxious loud ass music.

he highly values both his "normalcy" and his "coolness". his adherence to the rules he makes for himself is important to him. what he considers his acts of rebellion are small but are also important to him. this is a man whose infancy is defined by the stamping out of revolution, who grew up in its graveyard and was raised by the indifferent benevolence of those who killed it.

[b-radley66]

Author’s Note: Those of you who read the @sl-walker Blackbirds series (if you don’t you should be) may start to recognize a character at the end of this chapter. He is borrowed with permission, with gratitude, and with love for this reality. Spoiler Alert—things look slightly grim, but fear not. You can find her works here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SLWalker/works

Chapters: 9/20 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Original Character(s), Rae Sloane/Original Character(s), Qi’ra/Original Character (s), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Rae Sloane, Qi’ra, Morgan Elsbeth, Simon Greyshade, Shyla Merricope, Shaak Ti, Plo Koon (cameo), Mace Windu (Cameo), Yoda (cameo), Jame Blackthorn | Bryne Covenant | Taliesin Croft |Tempest (Original Character), Dani Faygan |Ishta (Original Character), Nola Vorserrie |Seoladen (Original Character), Meglann Florlin |Ina|Hammer (Original Character), Phygus Baldrick | Touchstone (Original Character), Null-13 | Drop | Tarre Tredecima |Balor (Original Character), Talle Tredecima | Orla (Original Character), Alyysina Faygan’ii na’ Torstan’ii |Serquet |Sina, Ano Lessi (Original Character), Delilah Sal |ISB-010 | The Untrusted Other (Original Character), Edan Kozume (Original Character), Sulen Gallamby (Original Character), Nathanaan Beten’ii (Original Character) Additional Tags: Hutt Cartels (Star Wars), Crimson Dawn, Nar Kanji, freedom fighting in the truest sense, Slavery, daring greatly, rebellion’s infancy, Love, love of the light, fighting slavery, Espionage, mild swindling in the service of the light, Family, Dysfunctional Family, Found Family, Polyamory, Corellian Family Values, Blackbirds AU (sorta) Series: Part 46 of Rise and Fight Again Summary:

World in Thrall! Ahsoka Tano, Bryne Covenant, and the other Links move to depose the new ruler of Nar Kanji, a Hutt apparently named Geddak, who is kin to an ally of Shyla Merricope’s, Geddan, who was executed for embezzlement on the orders of Ming Lardai. They intend to ally themselves with Kanjiklub, a criminal organization dedicated to freeing the slaves of Nar Kanji, while suborning Imperial officers such as Rae Sloane, and another criminal organization’s representative—Crimson Dawn’s Qi’ra. Along the way the deceptions they give rise to will imperil them all.

Just another day for them.

[lamemaster]

Gods Who Kneel

Request: @asianbutnotjapanese- Can you spin the wheel for my baby Fingon please 🥺

Pairing: Fingon x Reader

Genre: Mythology au

AN: Thanks for requesting 🥹I love this au so much.

(What in the Hell is Happening Event)

What makes a fallen God? What strips the divine of divinity? 

For you, it had been the love of a mortal. A harp-bearer whose melodies wove through the temple like moonlight, each note a caress that resonated deep within your divine core. You found yourself drawn to the music, your heart a traitor whispering along with the mournful strains.

Sacrilegious!" the other deities boomed, their voices echoing through the celestial halls. Shame burned at your core, yet a defiant spark ignited within you. How could they understand the yearning that Fingon's devotion had awakened, a longing you barely recognized in yourself?"

While others spouted hate in the title of “Spawn of the Devil.”

Your love for Fingon had made you into a broken God. Yet, never in your life had you ever been this fulfilled. A simple hymn that deserved your blessing instead took your heart. He had played with such bare conviction that even the eons of your existence or the love of your parents could not have held you in the heavens away from him.

He had been yours since infancy, his mind, his heart, forever imprinted with your image. From his first wobbly steps to the man he was now, Fingon had always been your devoted priest, your loyal servant. And now, his love resonated with a desperate yearning you couldn't ignore.

And so, in your love you knelt in front of him. In your form with the light of godhood. An act that led to your banishment from your enraged father. But you were only so much pleased to follow the order.

To join your beloved on the plane of mortals. 

A traitorous smile played on your lips despite the churning in your gut. You were a god, yet banished. Yet, the prospect of a life with Fingon outweighed the celestial throne.

Driven by your love, you knelt before him, your divine form ablaze with the fading embers of godhood. It was a crown slipping, the celestial energy draining from you with each passing moment. You reached for Fingon, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to your own, which flickered in and out of existence like a dying flame

He hesitated for a heartbeat, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and terror. Then, with a gentle murmur of your name, he wrapped his arms around your shimmering form. His voice, a mere whisper that spoke volumes, echoed in the silence, "You…came." His words held the weight of the impossible, the knowledge that you might have exposed his mortal mind to a world he wasn't meant to see.

"It was a choice," your voice raspy from the toll of transformation. "I chose you. No eternity is worth anything without you." You cupped his face, brushing aside the braided golden ribbons that had always captivated you.

Fate was set in stone. You were his. Just his. Not a God to be shared with anyone.

Fate's decree echoed in the silence. You were his, a celestial being tethered to a mortal man. A tremor ran through Fingon's hand as he grasped yours, the weight of your sacrifice settling on him like a mantle of stars. Could a human heart truly hold the love of a fallen god?

Would he, the man who had dedicated his life to the divine, dare to reach for the hand of a fallen god, knowing the consequences could shake the very foundations of his faith?

That perhaps was your true punishment. To watch a shadow of uncertainty creep into Fingon's eyes as he held your fading form close. A love story born of rebellion, but with an ending yet unwritten, a dance with fate that could either blossom or crumble in the face of an uncertain future.

Fate worse than any banishment or woe.

[scotianostra]

On 21st May 1424 James I was crowned King of Scots at Scone.

James I of Scotland was a complex and colourful king. He was a poet, a sportsman, a musician and a patron of architects.

James survived being kidnapped by pirates when he was just 12 years old - and the following 18 years he spent as a hostage to the Lancastrian kings of England.

In 1424, he made a triumphant return to Scotland and was crowned at Scone, but 13 years later he was brutally stabbed to death, his body dumped in the sewer below the Blackfriars monastery in Perth.

James Stewart was born in 1394, the third son of King Robert III and Annabella Drummond. By the time he was eight years old, he was their only surviving son. His brother Robert died in infancy and his other brother David, the Duke of Rothesay, died in suspicious circumstances at Falkland Castle while he was being detained by his uncle Robert, the Duke of Albany.

After David’s death, James was the heir to the Scottish throne, but he was also an impediment to the royal line being transferred to the Albany Stewarts. Fears grew for his safety and plans were made to send him to France.

In March 1406, he boarded a boat bound for France, but just days into the voyage, the vessel was intercepted in the English Channel by pirates who delivered him to Henry IV of England.

On 4th April 1406, Robert III died and the 12-year-old James was now the uncrowned King of Scots. But he was imprisoned in England and his uncle, the Duke of Albany, became regent in Scotland a position he had no intention of giving up.

James may have been a prisoner, but he was allowed to keep a small household and was treated well by Henry IV. This lasted until 1413 when Henry IV died, his son Henry V became king, and James was transferred to the Tower of London with other Scottish prisoners.

It took another seven years before James’ standing improved enough for him to be regarded more of a guest than a hostage - but it took a third change of monarch in England before James was finally allowed back to Scotland. Henry V died in 1422, and the regency council for the infant Henry VI were eager to organise his release as soon as possible.

Despite opposition from the Albany Stewarts, it was arranged for 1424 when he arrived triumphantly in Edinburgh on Palm Sunday, accompanied by his newly-wed English wife, Joan Beaufort.

Prominent members of the Albany Stewarts were found guilty of rebellion and executed, but a conspiracy against the King began to grow and he reigned for just 13 years before his death.

On 4th February 1437, the King and Queen were in their royal apartments at the Blackfriars monastery in Perth, when a group of about 30 people was let in by one of the conspirators against him. James was alerted and had enough time to hide in a sewer tunnel, but his exit was blocked and he was trapped and killed. He died in a pool of his own blood, stabbed dozens of times.

The assassin, Sir Robert Graham, is said to have screamed after his death: “I have thus slayne and delivered yow of so crewel a tyrant, the grettest enemye that Scottes or Scotland might have.”

James I was buried within the grounds of Perth Charterhouse, but the priory was destroyed in the reformation, now no-one is exactly sure where his grave is.

The last pic is a reconstruction of how the site at Scone may have looked.

[kikiiswashere]

Children of Zaun Sneak Peek - Chapter 25

Vander gets protective. Just like a loyal dog would.

In the days following, it really seemed like the whole thing would blow over. That this mild wrinkle within the Children’s ranks had already been ironed out. Until a small group of three older teen boys approached Vander in the early hours of The Last Drop being open.

Their timing was purposeful; only a small handful of beleaguered and elderly Zaunites were peppered around the tavern. Men and women who didn’t want to be talked with or entertained. They only wanted the momentary peace a rocks glass or tankard could offer before they had to get home, go to bed, and live another day. It was a time during working hours Vander was more available. It was a time there were fewer witnesses.

“We need to talk,” one had said. His upper lip quivered as he took in the man-mountain before him.

Vander’s eyes narrowed, and he peered over the group. His customers appeared at ease, so he jerked his head, instructing the young men to follow him. His instincts fizzed as they trailed behind. The hair on the back of his neck pricked up, his muscles coiled and braced.

Vander slid into one side of a shadowed booth. The others toddled in awkwardly with all the grace of new whumplings fighting for space in the nest, shoulders bumping and legs twisting together.

“What’dya need?” he asked once they were settled across from him.

His eyes cut from one face to the next. He recognized them as part of the gaggle that had orbited around Kells, but knew none by name.

“You heard about what happened in the mines a couple days ago,” the one on the right said. He was wiry with curly brown hair and pale skin. Dark green eyes blinked up at Vander under thick lashes.

Had his instincts not been priming his mind and body for some kind of fight, Vander would’ve thought him pretty.

“Aye. I have.”

“Well, what’re you gonna do about it?” The middle one asked.

Vander’s nostrils lifted. This one had limp dark blond hair, a pug nose, and too-round cheeks that were splotched angry-red.

“I wasn’ aware there was something to be done about it.”

“Silco killed Kells!” the one on the left hissed, his dark brown skin radiating vengeful heat. Black-brown eyes blistered beneath his thick, ebony hair.

Vander’s eyes flashed quick-silver. “He didn’.”

“He was going to if the medic he’s been eyeballin’ hadn’t’ve jumped in!” the middle one said, pig-nose flaring. “They probably planned it together.”

Vander shot up from his seat, knuckles hitting the table with a crack! as he braced his arms and loomed menacingly. The three young men collectively jumped, and hunkered back into the booth. The vinyl at their backs crackled as if in warning. Gone were their indignant expressions, replaced by utter shock and fear as they beheld the behemoth lording over them. Vander’s body and wrath blocked out the little light that reached into the booth’s alcove.

“Listen up,” he hissed, his voice all growl and warning grit. He bared his teeth at them and loomed closer. They shrank further. “Kells died ‘cause he made a stupid, evil decision” – it wasn’t his place to speak about Katya’s assault, so he kept it firmly tucked down his throat – “n’ he got what he deserved, frankly speakin’.” He leaned closer, broad shoulders hunching up threateningly like a crest, “This conversation is over. ‘N if I catch a whiff of any of ya tryin’ to rustle up more problems, you’ll be the first bodies I test my gauntlets on. Savvy?”

After a beat, all three reluctantly nodded and crawled out of the booth, scampering for the door.

Vander stalked back behind the bar rubbing his temples, mind spinning like a top.

It was one thing to fight with Topside. It was another for it to happen amongst the Children. This burgeoning rebellion wouldn’t withstand in-fighting. Zaun would bleed out, wouldn’t make it past its infancy, and be buried by Piltover again. The Children of Zaun needed to stick together, Brothers and Sisters arm-in-arm; an impenetrable wall of scrap metal, zeal, and will.

Then the threat he’d delivered to those three yellow-bellied malcontents . . .

“‘N if I catch a whiff of any of ya . . . .”

A wince creased Vander’s face. He didn’t suppose threatening Brothers and Sisters did anything for morale or loyalty. There was the chance that he had just made things worse. He shouldn’t have done that. He needed to keep his temper in check.

That was difficult when his Brother was concerned. Vander was protective of Silco, loyal to him – perhaps even more so than he was to Zaun. Although, Vander felt they were often one in the same. Yes, they had dreamed up the idea together, small and squatted behind minecarts, but Silco latched onto the idea like it was air. Cleaner and purer than anything in Piltover. He had always led the charge from there on out. And Vander would be at his side.

“Yer as loyal as a dog to ‘im, Van,” Benzo had said one night, long before the Children of Zaun.

He had said it with a certain amount of distaste that had Vander’s brow curling questioningly.

“He’s my best mate. ‘Course I am.”

Vander’s heart and shoulders softened at the memory. But immediately tensed again when he recalled what the blond teen had said.

“He was going to if the medic he’s eyeballin’ hadn’t’ve jumped in!”

Vander’s hand dropped heavy onto the bar top, gathering empty glasses and crumpled napkins. The comment had been innocuous, and utterly meaningless. The shithead had only meant to implicate Katya. But that little throw-away barb had slid under Vander’s ribs as if expertly laced.

“Oi! Vander!”

A customer in need of a refill pulled the barkeep from his spinning thoughts. Landed him right back into the moment like someone dropping a melon off Old Hungry. Grateful for the distraction, Vander went back to work.

[goddessrisen]

DRAGON   AGE   VERSE   :     blazing   a   path   for   herself

     long   before   corporeal   bodies   occupied   the   material   world,   spirits   filled   these   empty   crevices.   yet   even   in   its   infancy,   there   existed   a   spirit   far   more   ancient.   a   primordial   spirit   that   witnessed   the   creation   of   stars   &&   planets   alike   before   settling   upon   the   land   that   would   grow   into   what   would   be   known   as   thedas   a   few   millennia   in   the   future.

     this   spirit,   one   of   wisdom   &&   curiosity,   was   far   more   content   to   watch   &&   observe   from   a   distance.   it   watched   as   fellow   spirits   grew   tired   &&   bored   of   their   inconsequential   lives,   desiring   for   more.   even   still,   the   material   world   held   little   value   for   this   ancient   spirit,   watched   as   other   spirits   enforced   their   will   &&   stole   the   very   essence   that   sustained   their   corporeal   bodies.   this   all-seeing   spirit   eternalized   the   memory   of   the   war   between   titans   &&   evanuris.   watched   as   the   war   nearly   tore   the   world   asunder   before   the   evanuris   came   out   victorious   &&   inhabiting   physical   bodies,   all   thanks   to   the   dread   wolf   solas   &&   his   lyrium   dagger.

     millennia   passed   within   the   blink   of   an   eye   for   this   spirit.   though   it   had   yet   to   inhabit   a   body,   this   primordial   spirit   of   wisdom   traversed   the   world   with   glee,   offering   aid   to   any   who   called   upon   it.   yet   it   was   not   blind   to   the   growing   horror   of   the   evanuris   &&   the   suffering   they   enacted   upon   their   subjects.   the   growing   murmurings   of   a   rebellion   stirred   something   within   wisdom,   for   it   held   a   wealth   of   knowledge   &&   trembled   with   the   desire   to   spread   it.

     though   not   a   well-known   general   of   the   dread   wolf's   rebellion,   wisdom   continuously   stroked   the   desire   for   rebellion   within   enslaved   elves.   it   revealed   means   of   escape,   the   best   way   to   break   the   physical   chains,   &&   how   to   find   the   rebellious   wolf.   it   watched   with   pride   that   soon   turned   to   horror   as   the   evanuris   continued   manipulating   their   blighted   creation   against   the   rebellion.

     yet   the   evanuris's   hubris   &&   the   dread   wolf's   cunning   lead   to   their   downfall.   with   mythal   gone   &&   the   evanuris's   fate   all   but   sealed   with   her   divine   blood,   wisdom   slipped   away.   for   the   first   time   in   its   existence:   silken   flesh,   golden   ichor   &&   a   cosmic   heart   replaced   its   incorporeal   form.   newly   made,   this   being,   this   woman,   left   her   burning   world   behind   as   the   veil   came   crashing   down   behind   her.   though   she   stumbled   at   first,   mourning   the   loss   of   most   of   her   power,   she   continued   with   steady   feet.

     hyeon-seung,   more   well-known   as   maria,   traversed   thedas,   offering   aid   &&   wisdom   when   requested.   such   a   powerful   mage   created   whispers   as   centuries   passed.   some   say   that   this   particular   mage   is   andraste   reincarnated,   or   perhaps   the   new   bride   of   the   maker.   others   call   her   an   abomination   —   no   mage   should   be   that   powerful   and   not   be   bound   to   a   circle.   none   who   questioned   the   elf   ever   lived   to   report   their   findings. 

     &&   so   centuries   pass   with   little   fanfare.   kings   &&   empires   fall,   blights   continue   to   infect   the   world,   &&   yet   hyeon-seung   continues.

  origins:

the   ancient   elf   known   as   hyeon-seung   is   found   in   the   brecilian   forest.   a   friend   to   the   dalish   yet   utterly   sympathetic   to   the   lady   of   the   forest,   hyeon   is   found   on   the   outskirts   of   the   werewolf   lair.   she   will   insist   on   accompanying   the   warden   &&   companions   into   the   lair.   with   hyeon   in   the   party,   any   stray   werewolf   will   simply   ignore   the   party   until   they   reach   the   inner   sanctum   where   the   lady   of   the   forest   &&   the   rest   of   the   werewolves   reside.   she   will   turn   on   the   party   if   the   werewolves   are   persuaded   to   attack   the   dalish   clan.   however,   if   the   party   ends   things   amicably   by   ending   the   curse   or   kills   the   lady   &&   the   werewolves,   hyeon   will   offer   to   join   the   party.   she   is   a   spirit   healer   &&   arcane   warrior.   hyeon   is   romanceable   &&   is   fond   of   sparkly   jewelry,   ancient   tomes   found   around   southern   thedas   on   ancient   elves   &&   her   special   gift   is   an   ancient   pendant   of   a   celestial   phoenix   with   an   engraved   message   written   in   ancient   elvish   found   in   haven.   she   approves   of   anti-slavery   /   anti-bigotry   options,   is   very   pro-mage,   &&   supports   saving   the   circle   &&   breaking   the   possession   over   connor   without   killing   anyone. 

  dragon   age   ii:

this   is   a   continuation   of   her   origins   verse,   but   she   is   either   not   recruited   or   romanced.   if   she   is   not   recruited   in   origins,   she   will   show   up   in   act   one   as   another   task   by   mythal   or   she   will   show   up   once   merrill   returns   to   her   clan   for   the   eluvian.   she   is   recruitable   &&   romanceable,   &&   her   specialization   is   a   mixture   of   arcane   warrior   /   spirit   healer.   she   approves   of   anti-slavery,   pro-mage,   &&   humorous   /   diplomatic   responses.

  inquisition:

after   the   events   of   daii,   hyeon   travels   southern   thedas   for   a   while.   she   kept   in   contact   with   leliana   since   origins   &&   offers   her   assistance   once   the   inquisition   is   formed.   she   is   recruitable   before   the   fall   of   haven   &&   is   romanceable   by   any   inquisitors.   if   she   isn't   romanced,   she   has   a   thing   with   crem   &&   will   not   explain   further.   again,   her   specialization   is   an   arcane   warrior   /   spirit   healer   mixture.   she   approves   of   pro-mage,   humorous   /   diplomatic   responses   &&   can   often   be   seen   butting   heads   with   solas.

  veilguard:

tbc   when   i   am   not   exhausted.