#robin amell

[kiastirling-fanfic]

Happy Friday, Kia! For Robin x Alistair (or anyone else doesn't need to be a ship) how about "This is not how I wanted you to find out, but I also don't want to take it back." plus "I was damned from the very start" from the Love Confession Prompts and Dear Hunter Prompts

Thanks Lucky!! This prompt is cosigned by @breninarthur

Also if you were expecting fluff lol nope

I somehow turned this into their break-up scene.

Characters: Robin Amell, Alistair Theirin Words: 670 CW: angry yelling break-up :(

@dadrunkwriting

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“Alistair-“

“Stop!” He bellowed before she could catch him. Robin flinched back, but Alistair turned to face her, the fierce pace of his abrupt departure from the hall finally halted. She’d run after him, hadn’t ever considered doing anything else.

She couldn’t remember if she’d ever seen him so angry, not even when she spent too long talking to Jowan about the possibility of saving Connor with blood magic.

But then she’d only been talking about doing something awful. She hadn’t done it.

“Alistair, please-“

“Please what?” Alistair’s face was twisted and red and- shiny. He was crying. “Loghain was behind nearly every awful thing we’ve endured the months! He recruited your friend to poison the arl. He encouraged that damned abomination who nearly destroyed your circle. He captured us not a fortnight ago. He killed every gray warden in the country because of his paranoid delusions, and you’re making him one of us?”

“There was no other-“

“No option? None? You should’ve let me fight him like we planned so I could kill him!” The last was punctuated by one gauntleted fist striking the stone wall of the castle. His castle, now. She swallowed past a lump in her throat at the thought that it wasn’t just his, but his and Anora’s. “It’s no less than he deserves.”

“You’re right. He deserves the worst, the most ignominious death he can be afforded.” Robin licked her lips and fisted her hands in her robes. They had blood on them now from her duel with Loghain, from the blow he landed before she transformed into a great bear and pinned him to the stone. “But this is it. This is the worst we can afford him.”

Slowly, the color receded from Alistair’s face, and the twisting of his mouth undid itself, but his expression did not soften to her. “This is the worst, you say? He’ll live as a Warden for the rest of his days, and he will die as a Warden. He’ll have the honor of dying a Warden whether it’s in three days or thirteen years. Or were you hoping he would die in the Joining? Is this what you’ve thought of us all this time?”

“You know I don’t mean it that way!”

“Don’t I? Then tell me! What do you mean?”

How could she tell him what Riordan had told her? While Arl Eamon was tutoring Alistair in statecraft, anticipating his ascent to the throne, Riordan had been teaching her the things neither of them had time to learn from Duncan. That only a Grey Warden could kill the Archdemon, and that doing so killed them in turn, and while Riordan would do his best to be the one to strike that final blow he was not the strongest of wardens, weaker than them both he admitted after his months in captivity, and in all likelihood he would not be capable.

That it would almost certainly fall to either Robin or Alistair to kill it, and one of them in the process. And Robin knew without a shadow of a doubt that if Alistair knew, he would do it without hesitation. That he would sacrifice himself to spare her without a moment’s thought.

That they were damned from the very start, and that Robin was going to spend the rest of her life without him.

Unless she could find another Warden to join them for the final battle. Someone strong, and skilled, and who she did not feel any guilt fattening as a lamb for slaughter.

And so while Alistair learned how to be King, Robin and Riordan hatched a scheme to let him live.

It wasn’t as though she hadn’t expected he wouldn’t be happy, but he had followed every decision she made. They were a team. And though this wasn’t how she wanted to find out his limits, she also found she couldn’t take it back. “It’s because I can’t bear to lose you!”

“Then you should have thought this through. Consider me lost.”

[nanowatzophina]

DAY 4 OF PICREWS (GOD JUST GIVE ME A CHARACTER CREATOR--)

[here's the linky thing]

Behold all the gays!!!

[thievinghippo]

this is a placeholder post. just need to add some tags while I wait to make proper posts about these characters or ships!

(feel free to ignore!)

[enasallavellan]

The Sea, the Stars, and the Albatross

Emotions run high as Cosette's grief consumes her, but the others are quick to comfort her. Henrietta and Serafina find common ground in their own pasts. If you like what I've written, consider reblogging or commenting - I love to hear from ya'll!

TW in tags.

Cosette was sobbing.

Loud, racking sobs that seemed to shatter the air around them. Dark clouds rolled in as though called by her grief, dimming the light to a grey haze.

Ethlam had vague memories of a young girl in his clan who had made the mistake of walking past a wolf lost in madness. It had attacked her with foaming jaws, leaving her with no chance of survival. If memory served, they still burnt the body to stop the illness from spreading to scavengers, but mixed the remaining ashes and bits of bone with fresh soil before planting the tree as had been their own custom. 

But in this cold and windswept place, there was little vegetation to be seen. With some of the urgency gone, Ethlam was able to send a few wardens out to a distant copse of trees to find seeds to plant. They returned with some acorns and a few cloistered pine cones. Ethlam picked out the most viable-looking ones for Hanin's burial but placed the rest in a pouch on his side with a sort of reverence.

"We'll mark it on the map." He assured. "Come back to give proper honors."

Robin held Cosette throughout the endeavor, sometimes needing to hold her up to keep her from falling down in grief. A few of the other Grey Wardens seemed slightly put off by the behavior, and Ulrich was outright disdainful of it. As timid as Serafina was, even she thought of saying something to the young prince. But his glare was so intimidating when she tried, her body went rigid and her throat tightened. He stared at her for a few seconds before huffing and looking away.

But Serafina had no reason to stop Cosette; why would she? She had never been able to properly grieve for her mother, so strict was the nest about showing any sort of weakness, even from its staff. She remembered the long nights spent crying over her mother, curled up on her aunt's floor while her cousin whispered for her to muffle the sound with the threadbare blanket they shared. 

And she knew the loss of someone who had settled so deeply into her heart. Even after eight years, the ache for his presence remained, the wish for his protection from the world that cared so little for her plight. How much she missed his laugh, his jokes, and how he teased, always able to pull her back to the light if she fell…

Even if Cosette had only known Hanin for a short time, the way they looked at each other…

"Will you be alright if I stay with her?" Robin asked, concern etched on her face. "Can you handle packing up our tent on your own?"

The answer was immediate, "Of course - I'll take care of it."

Robin smiled warmly at her, tinged with sadness, "It doesn't have to be perfect; just get it all bundled up."

Serafina did her best with it, just managing to attach it to her own pack.  Anxiety crept in as she walked alone, twisting her scarf around her worried fingers. She kept to the side of the group, separating herself from the herd of men that permeated the ranks. Her scarf twisted around her worried fingers, soft and cool.

A vaguely familiar voice called to her, and she recognized Daveth. It seemed he didn't see fit to stay with the other recruits, instead spending all his time with the proper Wardens, seamlessly melting into their ranks.

He grinned as he caught her eye, coming over to walk beside her, "Horrible mess, isn't it?"

Serafina swallowed, her gaze fixed on the small distance between them. She nervously fiddled with her scarf, hoping to distract herself from his presence.

"Always fussing with that, aren't you?" He asked, leaning in to inspect it.

She could smell him; sweat and effort, wind and grass. 

"Old, isn't it?" He asked, "Not a good match at all, that old with someone pretty as you-"

Before he continued, Henrietta popped between them, voice loud and filled with laughter as she chortled, "Oh, Serafina, come here, I want to show you something!" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Serafina's hand and led her to the back of the line.

When they were at the back of the line, Henrietta paused to pull something out of her bag, nothing more than a bag filled with caltrops. Serafina had seen them often, as they were a favored tool of many a Crow. But Henrietta grinned widely, showing her the bag with excitement generally reserved for something much more grand.

"Saw him getting a little too friendly." She whispered, opening the bag up a bit more and holding it up a bit higher, "And saw you going pale."

Serafina traced the lines of the caltrops, her eyes following as they dipped in and out of the shadows.

"I know that look." Henrietta shrugged, "See it a lot in Dust Town."

Henrietta's words seemed quiet and vague, floating in the air around her but not so close as to be heard. She knew she should respond, latching onto a phrase she didn't know, "Dust town?"

Henrietta nodded, "Where the casteless live."

As her heart slowed, the words became clearer. "Casteless?"

"No clan or caste - passes down, you see - mother's side." She grumbled, "As casteless, you're not a person, and we don't even get protected by the law - but they sure will string us up if they get the chance."

Serafina nodded, "Like the alienage."

"See, that's why I like you." This time, her smile was small and a bit sad, "You get it." She paused, adding softly, "Gets you stuck either begging or lawbreaking if you want to eat. Don't let us have businesses or leave Dust Town, so not much else we can do."

Serafina stared at her, slowly beginning to shake her head. Things had always seemed so bad in the alienage, but nothing so awful as that. "That's horrible, Henrietta."

"You said you worked, right?"

She nodded, "Yes, I... I worked for Denerim's arl."

"Some sort of nobility, I bet. A servant, right?"

"Many humans are quite happy with that."

"You're a little stuck yourself, then." She pointed to the tattoo on her ruddy cheek, "Wouldn't have it any other way. Might not be a person, but you can do more good without the laws."

For a fleeting second, Serafina felt a glimmer of a smile, "Sometimes the -" She barely managed to stop herself from saying Crows and quickly amended, "The people I grew up with would do that - going around the laws to do something good. Not many, and not very often - but sometimes."

"Best way." Henrietta crossed her arms over her chest, nodding. "Nobody outside of Dust Town cares what nobles might do to one of our own. So we have to dish out justice ourselves."

"We need people like you." Serafina said.

The grin somehow spread more, and she put her hands on her hips, "That's right! Give me something sharp and people like yours and mine would get bled before they could do anything."

Serafina looked at her question. "Yours and mine?"

"Yeah." Henrietta said with a shrug, "Your guy and my guy."

She had never heard those words quite in that order, but the implication was clear. She wished she could say something better, something with meaning and with heart. But all she could manage was a soft, "Oh…"

Henrietta waved her away, "Happens so much in Dust Town it's not worth much more than that."

Serafina looked down at the scarf, "The alienage, too."

"Don't know much about that." She said, "Don't know much about the surface, had hoped things were different but..." Then, as though they had been speaking of flowers and sunshine, she clapped her hands together, eyes bright and smile wide, "So we're in agreement!"

Serafina squinted at her, “We… are?”

She nodded earnestly, "We hear any talk of that business, we track down the bastard and kill him ourselves."

A month ago, Serafina would have disagreed. Fighting made it worse - there was no sense in making something that couldn't be stopped more difficult.

But… after so long, hadn't she finally done just that? 

She felt herself nod, "Agreed."

Henrietta laughed. "Excellent! Now, let's come up with a name for our team. Give me a couple of days..." She rummaged through her pack and pulled out a bundle of papers. "I'll make a list." And as the words left her lips, her attention shifted to the papers in her hand, mouth moving silently as she thought.

Serafina looked down at the young dwarf. She was so bright and energetic, excited about the prospect of a duo of do-gooders with childlike enthusiasm. 

How young did the Wardens recruit? 

"Don't think that Daveth means any actual harm." Henrietta said after a while, "Might give you some peace, but I know it doesn't matter sometimes." She paused before another smile spread itself on her face, and she scribbled something down, "Fresh?"

"What?"

"Recent."

She suddenly felt very hot and nodded.

"Gets better." She assured before wandering off, still scribbling away.

The chill in the air increased as they walked on, drizzling rain turned into freezing droplets that clung to armor and helmets. Serafina never knew she could feel relief from snowfall. It was still cold, but unlike the soaking rain and clinging ice, it could be shaken off one's shoulders or head. Duncan eventually called for a halt, instructing Ethlam and the other mages to create high and hot fires to keep the company warm. One large fire was made in the center for most of the Wardens to sleep around, with a few smaller fires near the tents. Another fire was positioned farther away for the women to dry their clothes in privacy.

While they waited, Serafina, Robin, Cosette, Henrietta, and Alice piled into one of the large tents. They combined their blankets and arranged their bedrolls closely, creating a surprisingly cozy space. While they waited for their clothes to dry. Robin disappeared momentarily, coming back with a few bottles of wine to pass back and forth between them. Nobody blamed Cosette for drinking the deepest from the bottle whenever it was passed to her, and nobody complained when she was so drunk she needed assistance getting redressed. 

"Getting colder." Robin commented, "I say we all stay here for the night. No sense in being cold."

Alice smiled a bit, "Like a bunch of pups."

"If it works, it works," Henrietta agreed, burrowing under her blanket and giggling with alcohol-driven mirth. "You'll have to drag me out of these covers tomorrow."

Serafina felt the weight of Cosette's head as it dropped against her shoulder. She carefully eased her down to the closest bedroll, "Cosette, too."

Robin nodded, sighing, "Yeah, poor girl."

Henrietta rolled over in the bedding so only her face was exposed, "Gonna strap her on your back, mama?"

Laugher burst out of Robin, "She wouldn't be the first." 

Alice tilted her head back to polish off the last bit of wine, "Mama - that actually fits."

"What can I say?" Robin laughed, "Mama bears run in the family."

"Big family?" Alice asked.

Laughter bubbled up as she said, "Eight brothers!"

Serafina looked down at Cosette as she slept, suddenly feeling exhaustion settling on her shoulders. She wondered how much wine she had drank - she certainly hadn't intended to drink much, but she partook without thinking each time it was passed to her. It made her feel restless, unable to think clearly or move smoothly. But Alice and Robin continued to talk, comparing families and trying to decide if it was worse for Robin with her seven brothers all irritating each other or Alice with her single brother who had only her to torture.

The world blurred as she lay down beside Henrietta, darkening as she pulled the heavy blankets over her. Heavy like the ones in the Arl's estate. Not so plush or soft, true, but so heavy she had to heave them off the bed while doing her morning work. But everything in the beds of nobility was like that. Pillows and mattresses were stuffed with the most delicate of feathers, allowing them to sink deeply into comfort. And the sheets - always so soft and light as she stripped the beds, not even the smallest of picks in the fabric as they smoothed over her fingers.  

But she felt her nose wrinkle as her fingers brushed against a crusted stain. It wasn't as though she'd never seen such a thing, but the sensation of this particular one made her stomach turn, and she hurriedly tossed the entire bundle into the waiting basket. She rolled her neck and shoulders, arching her spine forward and back to soothe her sore muscles. Maid work indeed used different motions than kitchen work. But she had been pulled from the kitchen a few days after she had started working. She would drop the sheets by the laundress, then continue cleaning the bedrooms while the family indulged in their usual elaborate breakfast.

Eyes stared at her from the doorway, and her gasp was much too loud. The apology came in Antivan, flowing out of her. She knew she had done something wrong. It wasn't like in the nest - servants here were meant to be neither seen nor heard, like helpful little ghosts. 

The man laughed at the clumsy apology, "Ah, yes. The new girl from Antiva."

She swallowed, and her heart started to pound, trying to remember how to speak Common.

"Good." His eyes roamed up and down her, "I'm glad I could save you from the heat of the kitchens. Really no place for you."

She tucked her head downward, eyes glued to the floor, "Apologies, I will leave you to-"

"No. Stay."

Serafina grabbed the basket with the sheets, "I apologize that I bothered you. I will leave you to your -"

He didn't say anything else until she went for the door, but he side-stepped to block her, grabbing her wrist and sending the laundry toppling to the ground, "I told you to stay."

The world seemed to shake, almost in a rhythm, as she heard her name being whispered. She was suddenly very alone, wrapped in a chilly darkness. The rhythm intensified a bit, and her eyes snapped open in a gasp. 

A soft voice shushed her, and she felt a gentle hand on her back - rubbing small circles like her mother had once done. She finally recognized Robin's voice, "Just a bad dream, Fina. It's okay, just a bad dream."

Serafina wiped away lingering tears and sat up, surveying the tent. In the darkness, she could see Alice and Cosette sleeping peacefully. On one side, Henrietta's pile of blankets rose and fell with her breathing. On the other side, Robin sat up, easily recognizable by her broad shoulders and short hair.

Serafina looked away, picking at a string on the blanket, "I didn't mean to wake you."

Robin's shoulders shrugged in response, "I woke up with a bad dream myself. Heard you and I thought I'd pull you out of it."

She swallowed - her uncle had once told her she talked in her sleep, always complaining about her nighttime whimpering, "What did I say?"

"Couldn't tell." Robin yawned, "I think you were speaking Antivan, but it was all mumbled." A hand rested on her shoulder, "Had no idea what you were dreaming about. Just didn't sound good."

Tears threatened to resurface, but Serafina managed to stifle them, covering herself again with the heavy blankets. She rested her head on the lumpy pillow of her bedroll.

"We all have bad dreams - especially Grey Wardens." She laid back down with another yawn, "You wake me up if you think I'm having one, okay? I'll do the same for you."

Serafina couldn't stop herself from sniffling - it was that or drip all over the bedding. But she managed to stop the flow of tears as she covered back up, head resting on the bumpy pillow of her bedroll. 

"Deal?" Robin murmured.

The world blurred and quieted again, but now it seemed warm and comforting. Before sleep took her again, she barely managed a soft, "Deal…"

Read the full fic from the beginning at my A03 here! If you’re willing and able, feel free to donate to my ko-fi or drop a tip in the jar to help me afford my many medications to keep the crazy at bay!

[cherienymphe]

I'm bored and feel like beating the "she thirsts over every white man" allegations so here is a list of white men who don't do shit for me. I'm talking the Sahara Desert down there:

1. Channing Tatum

2. Hugh Jackman

3. Glen Powell

4. Chris Pratt

5. Tyler Hoechlin

6. Paul Wesley

7. Joseph Morgan

8. Robert Downey Jr

9. Misha Collins

10. Kit Harington

11. David Tennant

12. Stephen Amell

13. Ryan Reynolds

14. Nicholas Hoult

15. Miles Teller

16. Eric Dane

17. Jason Statham

18. Jake Gyllenhaal

19. Hugh Grant

20. Daniel Craig

21. Liam Hemsworth

22. Jude Law

23. Scott Eastwood

24. Gerard Butler

25. Paul Mescal

26. K.J Appa

27. Joe Keery

28. Robin Thicke

29. Joe Jonas

30. Mark Ruffalo

[breadedsinner]

please please tell me more about Judy and Seb's kids I adore them already

I had a tag for it but I have not used it in a while, and I keep changing the second daughter's name. First it was Robin, then it was Rowan, now I like Rhiannon.

I will quick point out this cute piece a friend made for me. Adina was very much a Daddy's Girl and loved all his stories.

I just really like the idea of twins being considered special. I headcanon Sebastian's two brothers were identical twins.

Adina has her father's eyes and nose, her hair is jet black, like Malcom's was, like Carver and Bethany, and she has sharper and longer features, as most of the Hawkes do. She's definitely the most quiet, dutiful, and politically-minded, but she also loves swordfights, longs for adventure, and does not take well to insults. She is very much the best of both parents, though she has some of their flaws, too. Eventually she becomes Prince and rules with compassion and wisdom.

Rhiannon and Remiel are much more free-spirited. They have Judy's bushy dark brown hair, and they have amber eyes, like Carver and Bethany. They also have slightly more rounded Amell features. Rhiannon loves horseriding and archery, like her father, and Remiel is the sole mage. Of the two, Remiel is a bit more softhearted, and is always at Rhiannon's side, if not just to heal her wounds and many bruises.

By this time I think there have been some major movements in better treatment of mages, and I think the two of them would take that even further. His sister would not have Remiel do this alone.

[smiletimeisrunningout]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE(S):

here on smiletimeisrunningout but also previous blogs:

Emma since before 2012. Though she kinda counts like more than one muse considering she has several main universes and then adaptations to other shows lol

on my multi savingthrcw but they are all either severely canon divergent or even alternate universe versions or ocs, with only a few exceptions:

Sarah Walker (Chuck) (closest to canon)

Jenny II (Doctor Who)

Stella (oc)

Terra from (ff6)

AU Jemma Simmons (Agents of SHIELD)

Kate Austen (Lost)

Ana Lucia Cortez (Lost)

the Book and Tvshow versions of Alina Starkov (Grishaverse) (may sorta be put on hiatus soon because I didn't write them as soon as I added them and I feel I'm forgetting how I meant to write them lol)

Ellie Bartowski (Chuck) (like Sarah she's close to canon but has canon divergent verses)

Alex McHugh (Chuck) (like Ellie)

Solona Amell (DAO) modded player's character

Neria Surana (DAO), player's character

Lily Tabris (DAO) same as Neria

Ellana Lavellan (DAI) player's character

Lex (BG3) player's character

Tauriel (The Hobbit)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Bad Wolfed version

Emma Swan but nearly closed (OUAT)

Clarke Griffin (The 100)

WANT TO WRITE:

(But will not write for sure because I don't have a grasp of 'historical' English language and I could never write the correct dialogue for them, and I'm not going to butcher canon characters making them speak in an unjustified modern way)

Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton)

Young Queen Charlotte (from Bridgerton universe)

Mary Woodhull (Turn WS)

Yennefer (The Witcher)

(But I will not write because I don't think I can channel them properly)

Inej Ghafa (Shadow and Bone tvshow)

Parker (Leverage)

Claire Littleton (Lost)

Daisy Johnson (AoS)

(And I might write)

ocs I'm picturing in my head

HAVE WRITTEN:

Bucky Barnes (MCU) around 2012 when characterization didn't really matter and we were tremendously ooc but having fun

Ruby and Belle from OUAT, same as Bucky

Maria Hill/Robin Scherbatski as mentioned above

oc inspired by Lara Croft

other versions of canon Emma Swan (OUAT)

Snow White and her mother Eva (OUAT)

Elizabeth Swann (POTC)

canon Jemma Simmons and more canon divergent versions with their own (surprisingly long lived) blogs

Britta Perry (Community)

Lily Evans (HP)

more that I have forgotten

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

my oc Ada

tagged by: @honorhearted and @pagetreader tagging: @retrograderesemblance @writtenxbeginnings @annastrxng @hqlfbloods @trcstme @serpcntes @gccdstories @forthewinn and anyone who wants to jump in!

[stcllata]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐀. italian translation of the word starry.

hey, what's goodie? name is kelly. she/her. taurus. i was born in 1981; you can do the math yourself. also happen to be a roleplay veteran, been at this since 1997. this is a multimuse account [ you probably remember venusiiian, oxtaiiiled and tawruhs ]. 85-90% of the time i'm mobile; i've also got a full time job and outside responsibilities. i'm going to be keeping this real simple. don't be a dick and we'll get along just fine.

PROMO. PROMPTS. STARTER CALLS. MEME CALL.

work schedule; sundays [ 2:00 pm through 7:00 pm EST ], mondays through thursdays [ 8:00 am through 3:00 pm EST ].

*AS OF 08/21/24 THROUGH 12/12/24 DROPPING TO LOW ACTIVITY DUE TO WORK. december date is approximate.

blogroll; @galcttica, @bykokoro, @nottc, @muscolcre.

affiliates; @1rstflight @bruisin @bruz3r @byeolyeou @crankfield @dixoniisms @hisfinesse @italianexotiicbeauty @khozmoh @knightlier @kurjaks @likeprotege @lycanstark @miidnighters @modernid1ots @nxtahxro @ofbitterdeath @pwrups @redvenante @scalpelwielding @shotgunshellsandfeathers @sorrowsick @sxltedgxn @tiderider @whcwashe

muse list is under the read more.

important connotation; there are characters here that are either smuse list is under the read more.ired by a canon, or are the offspring of canons, if you happen to play one (or both), i will not now, nor will i ever assume you'll accept them.

UNLESS OTHERWISE SPECIFIED; PLEASE ASSUME SOME LEVEL OF CANON DIVERGENCE.

CANONS.

arranged alphabetically by LAST NAME.

ARKHAMVERSE.

AL GHUL, talia.

ARROWVERSE.

ALLEN, bartholomew. the flash. grant gustin.

DANVERS, kara. supergirl. melissa benoist.

PALMER, raymond. the atom. brandon routh..

DCEU.

ALLEN, bart. impulse.

CONSTANTINE, john. keanu reeves. *adjacent.

HALL, carter. hawkman.

PRINCE, diana. wonder woman.

SANDSMARK, cassandra. wonder girl ii. sydney sweeney.

STONE, victor. cyborg.

WAYNE, damian. robin v.

ZATARA, zatanna.

KORIAND'R. kory anders. starfire.

DESCENDANTS.

LEGUME, gilbert. dylan playfair.

UMA. daughter of calypso. china anne mcclain..

MCU.

BARNES, james. the winter soldier. sebastian stan.

BARTON, clint. hawkeye. stephen amell.

ROGERS, steven. captain america. william levy.

GRAVITY FALLS.

CORDUROY, wendy. abigail cowen.

GREEK MYTHOLOGY.

APOLLO. god of prophecy.

ARES. god of war. arjun gupta.

HESTIA. goddess of the hearth.

PASIPHAË. queen of crete; mother of the minotaur.

PERSEPHONE. queen of the underworld; accompanied by cerberus. sophie turner.

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN.

CALYPSO. tia dalma. naomie harris.

POWERPUFF GIRLS.

UTONIUM, bubbles. kiernan shipka.

BOOMER. vernon  choi.

BUTCH. froy gutierrez.

POWER RANGERS.

GROVER, ziggy. ranger operator series green. milo cawthorne.

PARK, adam. second black. zeo ranger iv green. johnny yong bosch.

SCOTT, jason lee. original red. gold zeo. austin st john.

TAYLOR, zachary. original black. walter emanuel jones.

SMALLVILLE.

CURRY, arthur. aquaman. alan ritchson.

KENT, clark. superman. tom welling.

LANE, lois. bryce dallas howard.

QUEEN, oliver. green arrow. derek theler.

SUPERNATURAL.

WINCHESTER, samantha. rule!63. phoebe tonkin.

TEEN WOLF.

MCCALL, scott. tyler posey.

HEATHER. erin moriarty.

THE ORIGINALS.

MIKAELSON, elijah. ian bohen.

GIA. nishi munshi.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES.

BRANSON, alexia. hilarie burton.

GILBERT, elena. poppy drayton.

PETROVA, tatia. poppy drayton.

ORIGINALS.

ACQUARONE, cathán murrough. selkie. daniel gillies. bio.

DEVI, vikram. mage; loosely based on cult of ecstasy. rahul kohli.

DIMITRIOU, cassian. son of lucifer. dacre montgomery. bio.

HARVELLE, willa. human. demon hunter. daughter of dean winchester and jo harvelle. dominique provost-chalkley.

HOLMWOOD, caden. human. graveyard shift nurse technician. matt czuchry.

KINGSTON, gabriel. warlock. regé-jean page.

KYUNG, miles. human. chauffeur. getaway driver. felix yongbok lee.

LEE, mina. human. slayer. chloe bennet.

MCCAGHREN, lincoln. human. tattoo artist. austin butler.

MESERVE, delphine. beta werewolf. shay mitchell.

NORWOOD, thaddeus sampson. human. skip tracer. timothy olyphant.

QUIRÓS, beatriz. immortal. apothecary. francia raisa almendárez.

RINNE, chevonne. werewolf; the one who turned kelly. katie mcgrath.

ROMAGNA, ciro. vampire. 400+. brett dalton.

SAVARESE, kelly. hunter. werewolf. floriana lima.

TRAN, linh. human. former surfer. swim instructor. lana condor.

TRUMBAUER, alfons. human. head librarian. lee pace.

VALE, octávia. human. bartender. camila mendes.

WAINWRIGHT, raleigh. human. demon hunter. justin hartley.

WARWICK, lawrence. human. literary agent. matthew goode.

AENDRYR. elf; based off of hellboy ii. 5100+. manu bennett.

STEFANIA. shepherdess. olivia taylor dudley.

[kiastirling]

hiiii for the end of year asks:

Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

I've got a few! Under the cut, but categories are For Writing (aka Dragon Age), for D&D/Pathfinder, and for Baldur's Gate (includes pictures)

For writing (Dragon Age): the more relevent blog is @kiastirling-fanfic

Robin Amell is a side character for a fanfic I'm working on for Dragon Age starring a non-Warden Surana. Robin is Surana's best friend/crush from her Circle days. She is very self confident and cunning and she is happily trans.

Anthony Hawke is a side character for a different Dragon Age fanfic. He is a blue-ish purple Hawke, and he is very tired. He is also the proud owner of the dumbest mabari in existence, Bucket.

For D&D/Pathfinder:

Doll (short for Dalila) is a half-orc Monk in a pirate campaign with my friends. She's an ex-gladiator (pretigious) with the stage persona of, well, a Doll. Her actual personality is very bubbly and flirty and my voice for her is full valley girl.

Iski Nannaner is a dragonborn druid of the stars and kind of an idiot. I haven't gotten to play her yet but I look forward to it!

Moon Watcher (real name a secret) is a Catfolk Oracle, from a "circus" family (read: they use street performances to mask their petty crimes). Possessed of the power of the stars, who has been wracked with nightmares of the end(?) of the world and he's on a quest with his older brother (who might be ditching me soon because my friend who's playing him really really hates the build he made).

Baldur's Gate:

Disco (short for Discovery) is technically a D&D character I made last year but I made them anew for Baldur's Gate and I love them. (they're a bit of a fuckboy uwu)

Beatrice is The Dark Urge I made a week ago when Baldur's Gate hit XBox. She's very earnest and terrified of what's actually going on with her Urges, but I love her and she is definitely gonna fuck Astarion. She's really smitten with him after knowing him for a day and doesn't know why (hint: it's the smell of blood)

(I really like her design because her dream friend, who I have yet to meet, has black sclera in the opposite eye w/ the inky eye tattoo. also I'm only 6 hours in please don't tell me anything.)

[kiastirling-fanfic]

happy dadwc kia!! for mage!Cullen 👀👀👀 kenopsia n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

yesssssss that's actually a great prompt for the very start of the AU. We're maging the boy.

CW: references to templar abuses of mages (none occur or are alluded to have occurred, but demon fuckery), cullen's ptsd post-Uldred, references to non-con (also referencing cullen's ptsd)

Length ~1100 words @dadrunkwriting

For the first time, Cullen understood the older, more jaded templars. So many gave the same warnings during his training, and more since he was assigned to the Kinloch Circle, but he’d never felt so… so…

Kinloch stood empty now, or near to it. Few enough mages had survived the destruction Uldred and his underlings had wrought, and those few were now marching to face the darkspawn. Cullen was left to guard the tower with just Carroll and the Knight-Commander, with only a handful of unharrowed children who had been kept “safe” near the barred entrance and one old enchanter left as their charges.

And charges they were, the burden of their inevitable betrayal weighed heavily on him as he patrolled empty floors, followed only by the scrape of his steel boots against stone floors. Had it been only a few months since he saw mage children running past him and smiled in their wake?

Mages, he now knew, truly were all abominations waiting to happen. No mage who was marched into the old harrowing chamber at the top of the tower came out unchanged, its purpose turned entirely.

He’d only seen his first true harrowing scant months past. Robin Amell had given him a wink just before the ritual started, and that small smile it seemed she reserved just for him, even with his sword leveled to spear her through should she fail. But she couldn’t fail, he’d thought, who could fail and fall to demons, knowing what they must? Mages must know as much demon lore as a templar, and only a fool would fall.

He tried not to think of the specter of Robin who appeared before him in his darkest moments, trapped with only desire demons whispering in his dreams, and touching him in the ways she never did but flirtatious whispers once hinted she might. It hadn’t taken long for them to find her in his mind, Desire and Longing and Possessiveness all taking turns at wearing her skin, promising that all he had to do was say yes and she would be his.

It was not merely a matter of knowledge, he now knew. Given half a chance, maleficar would trap any innocent man with only demons for company, keep him from sleep to loosen his will, cause him pain to pull desperation from his heart, keep him from food and water and lyrium until there was naught to him but pliant flesh, and no mere harrowing was able to imitate those conditions enough to ever truly be sure.

And he…

Cullen’s eyes were drawn to the scorched stone, just at shoulder height. There were many such burns throughout the Circle, even before the flood of abominations and the rush of battle sundered so much of it. He had seen apprentices create more than a few of them in his short months in the Circle.

He’d seen that scorch when it was made, too.

“Do you think she’ll ever give you a second look?” Possessiveness purred in his ear, incorporeal clawed fingers digging into his shoulder as though the platemail he wore was air. “Do you know what the mages of your tower think of templars?”

“Shut up.” The day before - or was it days? Weeks? - he had tried drowning them out with the Chant, Threnodies, but the Maker did not save him as he had saved Andraste, and the demons only took the words from his mouth and sang some twisted form of them.

“Oppressor. Captor. Jailor.” Screams from beyond the Harrowing Chamber door punctuated its words. “Did you think she reciprocated because she wanted to? Do you think a woman like her would ever give a backwoods boy like you a second glance if refusal wouldn’t bring the headman’s axe down on her?”

“Shut up.” Even if Possessiveness quieted, it would not be for long. Longing had backed off for hours now, but he knew it was waiting just as much to pluck at his heart strings.

“She’ll only be yours if you make her yours, Little Templar. Take her. Do to her as we have done to you and she will have no choice but to give you all the love you demand of her.”

“Shut up!” Cullen didn’t realize he’d lashed out at all, but the talons pulled out of his flesh, he could feel himself bleeding under his armor, and it was so bright.

He had been the one to conjure flame in a rage, scorching only stone and leaving his tormentors unscathed before they set upon him with greater glee.

Despair joined after that, nearly consuming him before Robin appeared before him again, and now he knew it was her in truth, though it seemed only another cruel taunt to see her standing before him in the blue robes of a Grey Warden. All he saw at the time was another trick, even as she was claiming she would put an end to Uldred and his blood mages, to save every mage in the tower, to save him, even if she didn’t know he was no longer separated from the mages.

Cullen clutched at his lucky coin and turned about face, tearing his eyes away from his shame.  He was one of them now, and he hadn’t said anything. He called for their deaths and never said it was for his own, too.

“What a sham,” he spoke to the silence.

Nothing’s a sham but you, the silence returned, in the same voice Despair used. His voice. His imagination, of course. Irving set the wards to rights well before the mages set out to help end the Blight. There were no demons in the Circle anymore, not until another blood mage broke them to invite in the horde.

Cullen would be as vulnerable to them as any of the children down on the first floor. Unless he came clean and told Greagoir the truth, he would be… what? An apostate, despite living in the Circle?

Yet if he told, he would never breathe fresh air again. He’d be stuck here, in the empty Kinloch Circle, watching the faces of men he called comrade as they treated him the way he’d seen them treat the mages, see the sting of betrayal in their eyes even when he had done nothing wrong. He was a victim, yet he knew all too well how his comrades would see it. They would think he'd hidden magic from the start, and he hadn't, but the betrayal would have happened all the same and-

He needed to leave.

[nanowatzophina]

DAY 6 OF THE PICREWS BITCHES-- (waiting for a character creator)

[here's that link]

look at the cuties

[thornfield13713]

adrawatcher

Okay valid valid hmmmm how about if the da2 group were superheroes what would you name their super identities?

Okay! So, here goes:

Marian Hawke - I mean, she’s Champion of Kirkwall already, but I feel like that’s more along the lines of Batman’s ‘World’s Greatest Detective’ title rather than a superhero thing. For my own particular Marian, though, she’d probably go by something like the Fox. The Black Fox is already taken, sure, but there’s a lot of variants on fox-related names, and given my Marian is one long tribute to Robin Hood, I want to get a nod to the Disney version in there. Or, hell, maybe the Hooded Man, to get a nod in to Robin of Sherwood and the fact that, dressing in layers and with a hood over her face, Marian is tall and broad-shouldered enough to cause confusion.

Bethany Hawke - For her, I would want the bird pun, just because her armour already has one, and because I like to position her as one of three mages from this particular family line - Margarethe Amell, Bethany Hawke, and my as-yet-unnamed new mage Trevelyan. So, what sort of bird would suit Bethany? I lean towards the Merlin, for reasons of a) a falcon traditionally associated with ladies, echoing Bethany’s dreams of the life of a Hightown lady, and b) she’s a mage, and I am not above a corny pun or two.

Carver Hawke - Goshawk. Carver wants to be out of his sibling’s shadow, but he doesn’t want to ditch the family name. And goshawks just...remind me of him. The yeoman’s bird, fitting for Carver as the one of the family who has least invested in moving up to Hightown, and stubborn little persistence hunters that are really hard to train, but once you’ve got them trained up, they make the best hunters of all. I think it suits him.

Anders - I think he might just go with Justice, on the grounds that...well, he’s now a fused Anders-Justice mix, which is...they are both in there, but it’s hard to tell who is who. Having his daytime identity go by one name and his nighttime one by the other sounds like a nice way to reinforce that.

Fenris - Literally already has a superhero name, he’s the Blue Wraith!

Merrill - The Green Griffon. Because she wears a lot of green and likes griffons, and it’s the sort of name I could picture her choosing for herself and then going all out on the costume for, resulting in a surprisingly lifelike griffon mask and feathered cape.

Isabela - The Siren. Nice nod to the name of her ship, nautical in nature, and she could make so very many jokes about it, most of them dirty.

Aveline - Can’t really picture her as anything but the poor man’s Jim Gordon - and frankly, that’s unfair on Gordon - but if she was...hm. The Guardswoman. Very basic, I know, but neither Aveline nor I is long on naming imagination, and I feel like she would want to underline that she is an official, state-sponsored superhero unlike the rest of this crowd. (Marian holds that this sort of misses the point of being a superhero).

Sebastian - Hm...I got nothing. Probably something Chantry-related, Sebastian being who he is. It might be entertaining for him to use ‘Champion of the Just’, and thus forever have to deal with getting mixed up with either Marian or Anders.

Varric - The Storyteller. Very, very on the nose, but after Hard in Hightown, Tale of the Champion and Swords and Shields, can we really say Varric is good at coming up with names? (Pay no attention to the crap-at-naming-things writer behind the curtain).

[elegaeica]

rapunzel, inspiration taken from persinette, grimm fairytale, and petrosinella. primary. isabel may. arya stark, book & headcanon based. by request. fc tba. audrey fulquard, little shop of horrors, off - broadway revival & headcanon based. by request. joy woods. julia trojan, bandstand. by request. fc tba. amy march, little women, book & 2017 miniseries inspired. primary. kathryn newton. sybil crawley, downton abbey, canon divergent. by request. jessica brown findlay. cora hale, teen wolf, heavily canon divergent & headcanon based. primary. diana silvers. euphemia "effie" elmstone, dead boy detectives original character. secondary. ellie bamber. cat / courier six, fallout: new vegas. primary. dewanda wise. josie / the lone wanderer, fallout 3, canon divergent. primary. cailee spaeny. mary / sole survivor, fallout 4. secondary. lucy boynton. commander laura shepard, mass effect, canon divergent. primary. christina chong. sura tabris, dragon age, headcanon based. primary. sophia brown. amaya surana, dragon age, headcanon based. primary. anna sawai. aliena brosca, dragon age, headcanon based. secondary. sophie skelton. aurelia aeducan, dragon age, headcanon based. primary. jessie mei li. naya amell, dragon age, headcanon based. secondary. zoe robins aravas mahariel, dragon age, headcanon based. primary. amita suman. mina hawke, dragon age, headcanon based. secondary. sophie cookson. victorine trevelyan, dragon age, headcanon based. primary. arsema thomas. nicolette trevelyan, dragon age, headcanon based. primary. alicia von rittberg. maella lavellan, dragon age, headcanon based. primary. ambika mod. josephine montilyet, dragon age, canon compliant. secondary. freida pinto. the artificer, doctor who, original time lord character. primary. phydra, baldur's gate 3, seldarine drow of eilistraee. secondary. no fc. daefina roxana reaegis, dungeons & dragons, astral elf aberrant mind sorceress. secondary. holliday grainger. diana casta, dungeons & dragons, aasimar glamour bard & savior of elturel. secondary. riley hemson. sophie hatter, land of ingary trilogy / howl's moving castle. by request. nicola coughlan. george fayne, nancy drew, video games based. by request. ruby cruz.

[enasallavellan]

Cast of Characters

Hey guys! So I saw a really cute picrew here, and I wanted to share some of the images of my favorite OCs from my fics. OC from my new fic is below the cut (so this post doesn't stretch on and on for mobile).

Enasal Lavellan:

Inquisitor in my first (still incomplete) longfic. ADHD out the wazoo and has some weird behaviors, but her sincerity and eagerness to do something good wins people over.

Shiral Lavellan:

Enasals older sister. After being forced into a parental role of her sister at age 12, Shiral both deeply loves her sister but also has some resentment toward her. She worries about her and wants to protect her from the world, but unfortunately, the worry comes across as controlling and mean - she tends to infantize Enasal and still thinks of her as a little girl. Can't stand Cullen and accuses him on multiple occasions of taking advantage of her sister. Many of the denizens of Skyhold have some degree of fear of her.

Annason Garette:

Originally hired to make a dress for Enasal for a meeting with nobility. The twittering and overexcited young Orleisan is a borderline worshiper of Enasal, pleading with Josephine to become her attendant after she and Enasal spend some time together. Eventually, the worship turns into a legitimate friendship.

Serafina Tabris:

My Warden for my newer fic. Serafina was born in a crows nest in Antiva, but when templars raided and burnt the building down, she and a few other survivors were sent to her aunt's nest for five years to work in the kitchens. After an order came down for her death, she was smuggled out of Antiva and sent to her maternal uncle in Denerim. Incredibly timid and with exactly zero self confidence.

Warden Robin:

BAMF with a heat of gold, Robin acts as Duncan's second in command during the search for recruits. She quickly takes to Serafina and does everything she can to boost her confidence and help her feel safe in the camp full of men. It quickly becomes evident that this is a pattern for her, as she helps some of the other recruits with the same gentleness and skill as she does with Serafina.

On the other hand, will rip out someone's throat with her teeth if she thinks it's come to it.

Henrietta Brosca:

My usual dwarven commoner when I play DA. This trouble-making do-gooder loves nothing more than to tease and cause a ruckus. Complains about her companions' complaining by muttering, "Bicker, bitch, and bellyache." Very high energy and can be a little much for some people, but is actually incredibly smart and has a talent for lockpick and trap making.

Hanin Mahariel:

Snarky and a little bit of a pot-stirrer, Hanin tends to have problems with knowing when to stop talking and can ask some pretty obnoxious questions without really thinking them through. An expert with a bow, he can almost keep up with Leliana (though he never actually beats her) and absolutely demolishes Zevran when he quips about knowing how to shoot as well.

Cosette Amell:

A soft-hearted mage who holds tight to romantic and divine ideals. She is a skilled fire mage and delights in using her magic to set darkspawn ablaze. She is very sensitive and would be a pescatarian if she could. If catastrophe strikes her first thought tends to be, "But what about the animals?!"

Bonus:

Lorenzo Araiani:

Lorenzo -who probably won't appear in the fic, is Serafina's cousin. He's grumpy, generally dislikes people, and would really be happy if everyone just left him alone. It might have something to do with being a mage with stupidly strong mind-reading abilities - to the point he can hear all the thoughts of all the people around him. Gets migraines a lot. Likes a total of two people (one of which he sometimes wonders why he continues to let them breathe) and occasionally loses his shit when the headaches get bad enough,

Feel free to ask questions about any of these guys - helps me get to know them better, too!

[leanstooneside]

Senton

Cynthia Nixon's belly

Kiefer Sutherland's belly

Sean Hannity's belly

Sarah Hyland's belly

Jennifer Connelly's belly

Oprah Winfrey's belly (buried at sea)

Chris Harrison's belly

Matt Bomer's belly

Robin Thicke's belly (pawned)

Lewis Hamilton's belly (traded)

Idina Menzel's belly (returned)

Eddie Cibrian's belly

Neymar's belly

Gabourey Sidibe's belly

Matt Leinart's belly (mislaid)

David Cook's belly

Daniel Radcliffe's belly

Melissa McCarthy's belly

Andrew Garfield's belly

Jill Zarin's belly

Marcus Schenkenberg's belly (misappropriated)

Bobby Brown's belly (broken)

Elin Nordegren's belly

Louis Tomlinson's belly (sold)

Jen Schefft's belly (pawned)

Novak Djokovic's belly (exchanged)

Jamie Campbell Bower's belly

Heather McDonald's belly

Bethenny Frankel's belly (pawned)

Robert Downey Jr.'s belly (contract revoked)

Kirstie Alley's belly

Erin Andrews's belly

Jason Mesnick's belly

Dina Manzo's belly (sold)

Leelee Sobieski's belly (swiped)

Ryan Dunn's belly (wandered off)

Ashton Kutcher's belly

Rachel Bilson's belly

Jennifer Lopez's belly

Miranda Lambert's belly (embezzled)

Max Greenfield's belly

Emily VanCamp's belly

Stephen Amell's belly

Lisa Kudrow's belly (destroyed)

Mila Kunis's belly

Kristin Davis's belly

Susan Boyle's belly

[fakeosirian]

🎁oc approval gifts meme🎁

aka what would your warden/hawke/inquisitor have as da:o-style gifts to bump up their approval!

thank u for the tag @ammoniteflesh !! i have not kept the best track of who my dragon age mutuals are so if you wanna do this PLEASE go ahead and say i tagged u :3

i haven't posted about my da ocs on here much (if at all) so it's also sort of a soft intro post for my mains so far? LOL

Saoirse Tabris (robin hood with a vengeful streak 2 hand rogue, stay in grey wardens together alistairmance) -- preserved flowers/insects, any trinkets with a "story" behind them, and Funny Knives (trick knives, shitty knives, cursed (but not Too cursed) knives, etc)

Elissa Cousland (Bloodthirsty Girlboss 2 hand warrior, co-ruling alistairmance) -- things that kill people in general but especially ceremonial weapons (all of it gets hung on the wall regardless), cakes/sweets, more "practical" accessories like hair pins/ties and rings

Solona Amell (scared all the time but being Really Brave About It. unfortunately does not save her from being a little stupid. battlemage, lelianamance) -- stationery, books of all sorts but especially about real places/people, musical instruments

Garrett Hawke Mr. Default Name ass bc i really need to replay da2 (purple-blue mage, andersmance) -- wine (preferably decent quality but not required), dice/cards and similar (bonus points if its novelty/themed), cool rocks

Siegfried Trevelyan (obnoxious/wisecracking and is Humbled Through The Horrors assassin archer rogue, dorianmance) -- hunting equipment, maps, pressed leaves (has a collection), scarves

Genevieve Trevelyan (I think we should all just get along! knight enchanter mage, cullenmance) -- makeup (bonus points if its VERY BOLD), blankets, books (especially those related to the chant bc they're comforting/nostalgic to her being out of the circle)