#rook is just the friend that calls him on his bullshit

[ryuto12-gaming]

Funny idea that after Veilguard Emmrich returns to the Necropolis and starts teaching again and ljke, his class of ten doesn’t believe he was actually part of Rook’s team, think he was just like distantly involved and not really right up and personal

Until one day the Neve Gallus pops in, and Maker only knows how she got there. And she’s talking with Manfred like she knows him personally, calling him ‘Fred’ and patting him on the arm like an old friend. And after shrugging off that nonsense while Emmrich is in the middle of a lesson some random just sits in the back of the class and it’s only later they all figure that’s Rook who was coming to trade ideas on the Bellara Lutare’s notes on a possible renovation to the Lighthouse.

And that’s just passing bullshit, right? Wrong. A bunch of younger Watchers are gushing over this new monster hunter manual and one brings it up in class so Emmrich takes the opportunity to show off his signed by Davrin copy of it and their all just jaws to the floors. He even offers to have Davrin come in and they could have a small module on Darkspawn and other creatures they could encounter.

Emmrich has a beef with another teacher about something, and on his desk the next day is a note “ask Lucanis about the issue with (name)” one student who has an odd backstory makes the connection that’s Lucanis Dellamorte, the killer of Ghili’nain and First Talon of the Crows. Start watching the other teacher very closely, thinking there’s now a hit out on them. Emmrich had actually meant it as help with a poison in the body of a nobleman that he’d never seen before and wanted a Crow’s professional opinion on what it was, but they don’t know that.

One becomes mildly obsessed with dragons and Emmrich starts listing off anything curious about and when they ask how he knows so much he goes into a whole story about how he and Taash bonded over learning each others interests. Spirals into Rivaini and Qunari death practices eventually, and how a combination of cultures can lead to unique funeral preparations.

By this point they almost believe him, but just can’t bring themselves to fully get into the idea that old, soft-hearted and sweet Professor Volkarin fought the impossibly powerful Elgar’nan.

Then one day there’s a griffon playing with Manfred when they walk into class and Davrin is having the time of his life because Emmrich’s chair has wheels and he’s just spinning. And on the desk Taash is sitting there, spinning him faster and faster. It’s not helped by once again the Neve Gallus, who’s fighting off like seven wisps who are trying to steal her hat.

They finally believe him.

[dragonbabes]

Well, hello

Now, what might we have here, hanging above the wardrobe in the meditation room? A painting? A painting of a throne?

A familiar throne, no? Who put this here? hmmmmmm??????

and yes i'm sobbing.

[cybershock24601]

Alternate Veilguard time travel au where everyone BUT Rook ends up in the past as a result of one of their attempts to get Rook back.

The Inquisition suddenly gets the weirdest collection of freaks showing up at Skyhold including a tevene detective, a dalish monster hunter, a dalish historian, an esteemed member of the mourn watch, the demon of vyrantium who might possibly be possessed by a demon, and a 13 yr old dragon hunter + their mom. Also Harding is there and suddenly doing rock magic.

And none of these people seem to be doing all that much to help, they just keep side eying Solas.

(How do the companions that were lost on tearstone island get blasted back to the past too you ask? i don't know, i don't care, it's the power of friendship bitch)

Highlights of this au include:

Lucanis telling Caterina No for once in his life and ditching the Crows. Caterina and Illario have absolutely no idea how to handle this sudden shift in behavior from the ever obedient Lucnais

Harding suddenly being able do Rock magic and just giving Solas so much pointed shit but never outright calling him out for what he did to the Titans so Solas just has to sit there uncomfortable unable to really say anything about it because if Harding doesn't actually know what happened then he doesn't want to out himself by confirming anything

Bellara peppering Solas with a million questions about the things "he's seen in the fade" and Solas having to awkwardly try to answer her questions because he likes being the guy with the answers while also coming up with increasingly ridiculous explanations on how he knows these things so as to not give too much away

Manfred and Cole becoming friends!

Dorian having to deal with his old teenage crush still being super hot

Davrin fucking with Blackwall by asking him questions he already knows about the Wardens just to see what bullshit that guy's going to come up with

Taash and Iron Bull bonding over dragons while Shathann is freaking out in the background because Bull is ben-hassrath

Neve as Cassandra's bi awakening

Davrin adopts a mabari to fill the assan shaped hole in his life

Bellara getting starry eyed about Varric and convincing him to give her writing tips. They end up essentially co authoring a number of serials about some of Neve's more memorable jobs and Bellara even goes onto write some serials based on Davrin's monster hunting adventures and Lucanis' assassination gigs with the two of them getting a little too nitpicky about the accuracy of Bellara's fictionalizations of their professions

But mostly I just want this au because it's essentially the entire veilguard minus Rook looking at Solas like this throughout the entirety of Inquisition

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Seeing that Epel and Rook used their unique magic, it makes me think everyone is gonna use their unique magic. Like imagine Kalim using his magic against his enemies or Jade use shock the heart for answers. Imagine reaching to Heartslabyul where everyone but Ace use it. This makes me think of Ace since he is a mysterious character and unclear motivation compare to the rest. What will be his dream? Will his unique magic be shown?

That’s true! Looking back, every character that is now “awake” has used their UM at least once:

Malleus uses Fae of Maleficence/Fae Maleficence to 7-37; this is the source of all our troubles in book 7 💀

Silver uses Meet in a Dream in 7-51, then again multiple times to dream hop and to wake up various students.

Lilia’s Far Cry Cradle is revealed in 7-81’s battle map via a flashback sequence. It is thanks to his UM that he understands the origins of the lone infant he finds in the ruins of Castle Wildrose. He blesses the baby and takes it under his wing as his own son… Silver.

Sebek’s Living Bolt, shown in 7-84, allows him to reach Silver and pull him out of the darkness that has swallowed him.

Idia uses Gate to (the) Underworld to open the gates to Tartarus and escape it in 7-114.

Book 7 confirms that Ortho is not capable of a UM, but is is his uniquely robotic ability to transfer his consciousness that allows him to adopt his Cerberus Gear in 7-50, infiltrate Sage’s Island, and return with valuable information to combat Malleus.

The magical glass coffin that Epel conjures with Sleep Kiss/Crimson Slumber in 7-135 protects Neige. It also (theoretically) slows the effects of Vil’s curse (the poisoned apple juice).

Rook uses I See You in 7-135 to tag Vil (who is sinking into the darkness of his dreams). This makes it easier for the gang to locate where Vil has gone.

Finally, in 7-138, Vil’s Fairest One of All allows him to poison Neige (who, up until this point, has been keeping tabs on him and preventing him from escaping the grasp of the dream) and rejoin with Yuu and co.

I guess since this is such a climactic book, the devs decided to go all out and have each boy show up and show off their own special power. This means we’ll most likely see the rest of the main NRC students using their UMs to help us out in the dreams! (Sasuga power of friendship…)

As for Ace! Now would be such an opportune time for him to develop his UM 😳 I believe the popular fan theory is still “Ace’s UM will allow him to copy others’ magic” since he mimics voices well and has a talent for quickly learning new skills (like dancing, as seen in book 5). And hey, if that’s the case then maybe Ace is the one who will be able to reverse Malleus’s magic if Malleus won’t willingly do it himself. Just spitballin’ here. Maybe Ace is frustrated that he can’t contribute in any way…? And then that feeling manifests as something?

How poetically ironic—the first student we meet ends up being the last to get their UM but also one of the final pieces of the puzzle to take OB Malleus down. It works out really well for Ace’s character too; he is the only character of the main cast who sees through the bullshit and calls people out, not caring about how influential or powerful they are.

I don’t actually think he’s that mysterious relative to other characters—we still barely know anything significant about Rook or Jade, for example (despite already diving into Rook’s dream). Rather, I think it’s more accurate to say that Ace has more simple desires. He just wants to be able to do what he wants when he wants, to not have to worry about his future plans. I don’t think his dream would really be anything that drastic; I see it as Ace living a chill life with his friends.

[sunsguilt]

hello lovely! since vil is your favorite character, can i request some vil hcs similar to the other ones? he's not really 'pathetic little man' material, but i wanna see what you do with him 00

have a nice day <3

SO IF YOU NEED A HERO... OR A BOYFRIEND...┊ft: vil schoenheit

warnings: none! contains : gn! reader

notes: if vil showed up while i was literally at the altar abt to say my vows i would dip so fast its not what it looks like babe ur th only one 4 me it was never that serious (this took a while, sorry guys i went silly)

everyone who says vil is pure evil and would treat u like shit, you are all lying to yourself. he is literally my babygirl. argue with the wall.

vil schoenheit would fall for someone, fall hard, then want to die because why did he have to fall in love with you? like international superstar vil falls head over heels for an absurdly average person who they see in classes occasionally??? he doesn't know either.

he is striving to become the most perfect version of himself, just to have your attention.

and you're. not perfect. nowhere near what vil initially assumed would be his standards for a partner before you. maybe you sleep in class and you're scraping by with a barely passing grade.

he's gonna make it his goal to "fix" you. you're not irredeemably evil but he'll make it his job anyway.

(not that you guys need fixing! failing your classes is a hot bitch move but he is doing this bc he wants the best for you!)

this is going to serve as an excuse to be closer to you and allow him to tutor you. he won't bullshit it either, he takes it seriously.

moving on to the topic of nicknames, he usually just says your name. when he first meets you, he'll call you spudling. calling someone a potato is cringe; it's his only flaw.

he'll say "my dear" just as a general affectionate term. when he's annoyed at something or someone, he'll be calling you "sweetheart". his tone gets sickly sweet and you know he's mad at something.

but honestly, flashy nicknames just aren't his style. it's more of a rook thing to be like "my darling, my love" etc etc. vil would be mortified if he had to call you that, even as a joke.

vil vague posts about you. it's probably the most human vil looks in front of his fans. even vil schoenheit has someone they pine over? incredible for the self-esteem.

he's posting a photodump with a caption like: "i never know what to think about. i think about you." or "with them today."

you're probably vaguely aware of vil's social media presence, not really paying it any mind. it's awkward to cyberstalk a classmate, much less a friend.

since he doesn't tag you, you never really know about the posts and the wreckage that comes after vil happens to post a random photo of him holding your hand across the desk in an insta story.

vil wants his confession with you to be perfect, like it has to be. he agonizes it for a long time, rook occasionally dropping huge hints to you, much to his dismay.

he really is just scared of rejection. you denying him would honestly shatter him into a million pieces.

he'll take it slow, he'd never try to rush it with you. with time, he'll tell you his carefully guarded feelings, and it will be perfect.

— ☆

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour XII

Warning: swearing, drinking, smut, angst

You’re not sure if it’s out of annoyance or he genuinely wants to but as soon as Colson strides back into the green room, he suggests we all go out and get shit faced. Everyone jumps at the idea and begins discussing places to go, who to invite, what time to go. You listen to the hum of conversation around you, enjoying the fact that no one knows Colson was on his knees half an hour ago. The thought makes your pussy pulse and you cross your legs tightly. Ashleigh and Sophie begin planning outfits and deciding what to do for their makeup and hair. Sophie insists on glamming you up for the occasion as there will definitely be paparazzi and people in the club taking photos. You reluctantly agree and the three of you head back to the hotel to get ready.

“So how did you end up in my clothes after the concert tonight?” Sophie asks as she finishes curling your hair. You look at her face in the reflection of the mirror and instantly blush.

“I spilt something on my clothes,” you mutter, looking away from her to sip your homemade cocktail.

“I call bullshit,” Ashleigh calls from the bedroom behind you. As much as you hate their prying, you love that they both know you well enough to tell when you’re lying.

“Ok but swear to me that you won’t say anything, ok?” you beg with pleading eyes.

Ashleigh is suddenly in the bathroom beside Sophie when you turn on your chair to speak. You don’t really know where to start but you figure you should probably start from the beginning, considering neither of them know the full extent of what the fuck has been going on with Colson and you. You take a deep, steadying breath, square your shoulders and look up at your two best friends.

“Colson and I have been hooking up secretly since the start of the tour,” you don’t wait for them to react before quickly continuing. “When I asked that we put some rules in place, he was a dick, we stopped and I thought that was the end of it. Then he went and made it all confusing by being an asshole to Chase, storming into my hotel room when clearly we went in there to be alone. What made it even more confusing was the fact that he went and apologised for all his shitty behaviour.”

“Classic Kells, act first and think second,” Ashleigh shakes her head with a sigh. You couldn’t possibly agree with her more.

“Yeah well, I made it worse by accepting his apology because he seemed to believe that meant we could go back to hooking up but I shut him down.”

“And how did he take that?” Sophie gives you an all knowing smile and you sink back into your seat with shame.

“You saw how he took it. I ended up making out with him on the bus, remember?” they nod, remembering exactly what you’re talking about because they both walked in on said make out with Rook. “I just didn’t want to get sucked in anymore so I thought that if I forced him to leave me alone, things would go back to normal eventually but instead, I just made things worse.”

“Hey, you can’t blame yourself for this whole thing. Kells is just as much involved as you are except he knows how to put on an act. The fact that he’s choosing not to is more a reflection on him than it is on you,” Ashleigh reassures you but somehow you can’t seem to see things the way she does. Your sole purpose for being here is to keep him in check and you’re failing miserably, according to Francis and Kathy anyway. 

You stand up and push your way past them to the clothes Sophie has laid out on the bed for you. It’s not your usual style but you know you have to trust the process when it comes to her choices. Most of the time what she picks out works in your favour but you have to push through the initial shock to see it. This time is no exception.

Laid on the bed is a tight fitting black long sleeve top with a turtleneck, a faux leather skirt with a silver zipper running up the front and black satin thigh high boots. If anyone else suggested this outfit to you, you’d laugh in their face but for some reason when Sophie does, you go with it without question. Still, you grimace internally at the short length of the skirt.

“You still didn’t answer my question though,” Sophie sits you on the bed to start on fixing your makeup now that your hair is done.

“I forgot what the question was,” you lie and you know you don’t fool either of them. Sophie raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow at you and you buckle. “I got wet when I stepped into Colson’s shower and he…ate me out.” you blush a bright red and focus on looking anywhere but at the two of them.

“You are a fucking queen,” Sophie praises you and Ashleigh cheers.

“To a fucking queen!” Ash toasts, raising her solo cup in the air and throwing the entire contents back in one gulp.

They drop the topic after that. You’re not sure if it’s because they sense your discomfort or because they want to maintain your privacy or both but you’re grateful. As much as you love your best friends, you’ve never really been the kiss and tell kind of person, especially when you’re not even really sure what to classify Colson and you at the moment. It feels wrong to be sharing every gory detail, even if they are his friends too. 

When your makeup is done, you’ve almost finished an entire bottle of wine and you’ve put the intimidating outfit on, it’s time to meet the guys in the lobby. Ashleigh snaps a few pics of the three of you in the elevator for Instagram and you’re actually really starting to like how the outfit looks on you. When you step into the lobby and all the guys catcall you, you like the outfit even more. 

You look around and notice that Colson is missing but Rook assures the group that he’s on his way down. When the elevator dings and Colson steps out, your heart stutters in your chest. Even though you’re trying so hard to be indifferent to him, you can’t help but be flawed every time you see him. His bleach blonde hair, his angular jaw and sharp cheekbones, the way his eyes flicker different shades depending on the lighting of the room, his pink lips always set in a slight pout, the way his nose ring catches in the light. The thing that stands out to you the most though, is his intimidating height. When he walks into a room, everyone knows it because he stands at least a foot taller than most people. There’s something about his tall stature that makes you want to forget your inhibitions and climb him like a tree.

“Let’s fucking party,” he grins at the guys and begins walking through the lobby. 

You try your best to stand off to the side and out of his line of sight but Sophie and Ashleigh link their arms with you and drag you with them, making damn sure they get his attention in the process. You can’t help but enjoy the way his eyes bulge slightly as he takes you in. You also like the way you notice him adjusting his dick uncomfortably without drawing any attention to what he’s doing but you know.

There’s a couple of black vans waiting for you all outside. Sophie, Asleigh and you all pile into one of the vans, letting the guys work out who is going in each one. You can’t help the butterflies in your stomach when Colson climbs into the same van as you but they tamper down when he pushes his way to the back, away from you. Ashleigh doesn’t allow you to dwell on it for too long, dragging you into a conversation about the club.

Why the fuck is she dressed like that?

Colson’s already pent up frustration is at a boiling point as he studies your smooth thigh from the back of the van. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you left him high and hard after the concert, now you have to go teasing him with your curves, breasts on full display in your tight top and sexy legs all exposed in your short skirt. Not to mention those boots. He’d pay a lot of money to have you in his room in just those boots. Rook is so invested in what he’s saying that he doesn’t even notice you’ve barely said a word and you’re grateful. This is going to be a long fucking night.

Colson peels his eyes away from you when the van comes to a stop and he can finally free himself. The smell of your perfume is filling his senses and it’s intoxicating enough that he’s not sure he can control himself. When he steps out of the van, he’s immediately greeted by the flash of cameras. A couple of bouncers from the club push their way through and escort you past the paparazzi. Colson has to resist the urge to turn around and make sure you’re ok. He knows that Rook will be standing on one side of you to protect you from the bodies trying to push their way towards you all, holding you to his side.

Lucky bastard.

When you all get into the club a manager with too much cologne and greasy hair directs everyone straight to a VIP section in the back. It sits on a raised platform that gives just enough leverage to see the dancefloor but not so much that it looks like a stage for everyone to gawk at. The lighting is slightly darker in the space, creating shadows in the corners of the couches for privacy. Colson immediately orders a shit ton of drinks, wanting to make sure he’s completely numb so he doesn’t think about you. Easier said than done if you weren’t three feet from him and looking like sex on legs.

When did I start fucking pining?

This was completely new territory for him. He was used to having women throw themselves at him so when you came along and said ‘thanks but no thanks’ it flipped everything upside down for him and he didn’t like it. He was always in control, he didn’t like giving that up for anybody. For you though, maybe he could make an exception.

You loved this club! The music was a mix of all your favourite artists and the DJ didn’t feel the need to constantly interrupt the tracks but talking over the lyrics with dumb catchphrases or shit singing. The dance floor was crowded but not suffocating and there didn’t appear to be many creepy men trying to grind up on unsuspecting women. Colson had ordered several rounds of shots and you were buzzed. You dragged Sophie to the dancefloor and you were so busy enjoying yourself, you barely even felt the pain in your feet from the heels. You’re sure the alcohol probably helped with that.

You were surprised that even the guys decided to join you all on the dance floor but it was entertaining watching Rook and Colson dance some ridiculous ‘routine’ they’d obviously come up with years ago. They adjusted the tempo to each song but the moves were still the same. A lot more shimming than you’re used to seeing two grown men do but entertaining nonetheless. 

When an RnB track begins and the beat slows, your own dance moves change. You go from jumping around to grinding and swaying your hips to the beat. You don’t resist when Colson moves closer to you, you like feeling his chest against your arm. You let the music take you. You turn your body so that you’re facing him, winding an arm behind his neck. He presses himself to you and you can feel his arousal through his tight pants. You both sway to the music, his hands on your hips determining your movements. You turn so your ass is right against his crotch. You grind so hard against him, you’re practically dry humping him in the middle of the club. His face is buried in your neck and you can feel the vibration every time he moans. 

You’re enjoying yourself way too much but as quickly as it begins, the song changes and a boppy pop song begins to play. You pull yourself away from Colson and return to dancing with Ashleigh and Sophie, Baze and Slim exchange a look but you ignore that. Colson’s glare is so intense, you’re pretty sure he’s plotting your death but you couldn’t care less. 

You’re drunk enough that you’re happy but not so drunk you’re going to be sick. It’s a fun balance that you’re not mad about. When you stumble into the silent lobby with Rook, the two of you are in such loud fits of laughter that the night manager shushes you from behind the desk. You giggle an apology to him and all the others scold the two of you. Colson trails behind the group like a sad puppy but you don’t really notice. 

You make it to your floor and everyone piles out, mumbling good nights to each other as you each stop at your respective doors. 

You’re the last one in the hallway because you’re searching through your clutch for your room key with one eye closed, at least you think you’re alone. Colson grips your wrist and drags you into his room, slamming the door behind him. 

“What do I have to do to get you to let me fuck you?!” he growls angrily and you stumble back from the volume of his voice. 

“I…” you start but you don’t really know how to end the sentence so you stop to think for a moment. An idea dawns on you and you grin evilly. “Beg,” you whisper seductively. 

“W-what?” Colson is staring at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“You heard me, I want you to beg for me to fuck you, right here, right now.” 

You’re practically purring in his ear now. Your tongue flicks his earlobe every now again for emphasis. You can tell it’s bringing him to his knees as he sways again. Sweet, innocent you commanding devilish him to beg for your affections? Unheard of. 

“Please baby, I need you,” he whines and you smile against his neck. 

“What do you need?” you kiss his jawline.

“Your…dripping wet pussy on my throbbing cock while you scream my name.”

You didn’t expect something so dirty to come out of his mouth and you can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks. You’d think after reading so many dirty novels that you could control your reactions but you know that there is a huge difference between reading a fictional character and actually listening to a living, breathing guy saying it. Especially when it’s a guy like Colson and especially when he’s saying those things about you.

“Demanding thing aren’t you?” you tease him with a tight smile. 

If he knew how much you were throbbing for him, your control would be revoked and you’d be putty in his hands. You trail your fingertips down his chest and he watches the path they lead to the hem of his t-shirt. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was panting with anticipation. You want to tease him but the aching between your legs is begging you to stop being so damn cruel to her. When you lift his top and scrape your nails over his ‘Almost Famous’ tattoo, he all but falls to his knees in front of you.

“Please?” Colson whispers against the shell of your ear and you know exactly what he wants.

You cup his growing erection in the palm of your hand and gently rub against his jeans. He lets out a shuddering breath and throws his head back, resting himself against the door. You watch as he all but crumbles in front of you. A mixture of pleasure and relief plastered across his face but then anguish. You pull your hand back and cup it against your chest protectively.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” you mutter and step away from him, he follows you though.

“No, please don’t stop,” he’s begging you again but this time, you’re not enjoying it. 

Your vagina is cursing you out but you tune her out. Every time you try to get some distance between you and Colson, he follows. You end up jumping across the bed so that he can’t follow you. You hold up your hand to halt him and even in the dim light from the lamp, you can see the hurt in his eyes. You know you’re being cruel and confusing but you can’t help it. You have questions you need answered and half drunk and horny Colson is the only one that will give them to you.

“What is this?” you wave a hand between the two of you and he groans.

“Why do you women need everything defined?” he scrubs his hands over his face and sits on the floor with a huff. “Just enjoy the goddamn moment and be grateful.”

“Grateful for you? I don’t fucking think so.” for the second time tonight, Colson looks at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Who’d be grateful for a selfish, moody, cruel man like you? One minute you’re warm and gentle and the next you’re giving everyone that ‘fuck off’ attitude you’ve perfected and not talking to anyone for days. You’ve made Ashleigh’s life a living hell over the last few months and you could care less,” he winces but you’re not finished. “One of your oldest friends in the world and all you’ve done is be an asshole to her for no good reason.”

“Fuck you! Just because you don’t know the reason, doesn’t mean it’s not a good one,” he spits at you and you step back like he’s pushed you.

“Ok, fine then. What’s the perfectly justified reason for why you’ve been such an asshole to everyone? Why have you been drinking, screwing and snorting your way to an early grave no matter who it hurts?”

“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE!” he screams and jumps to his feet. 

You’ve seen Colson get mad, hell you’ve seen him in fights with actual punches and blood, but this mad is so different. He practically morphes into a new person before your eyes and it terrifies you. You try to not show it but you can tell by the way he tries to calm himself that he notices your fear.

“I…I never thought I’d be the guy whose happiness depends on another person but when she left, I couldn’t shut the voices up.” 

By ‘she’, you can only assume he’s referring to his ex fiance Megan who left him for her ex-husband and to be honest, he’d made it seem like the whole thing didn’t bother him. No one was stupid enough to believe him but given that he pretty much jumped back into single life and didn’t start acting out until 12 months after their break up, everyone assumed the two were unrelated. You should’ve known better and you feel guilty that you didn’t.

“I thought you didn’t care,” you whisper but then you smack yourself for saying something so dumb.

“To be honest, I didn’t. We hadn’t been happy for a long time and I was relieved when she ended things. The anxiety started when I asked myself one question ‘why wasn’t she happy with me?’ and then ‘what’s wrong with me?’. It just played on some already pretty strong insecurities.”

It made sense. You’d gone through enough break ups to know that even if it’s the most amicable break up in the history of break ups, you always end up asking yourself those exact same questions and sometimes the unknown will eat you up inside. You have this uncontrollable thought that you’re the problem, that one particular thing you did, what it was you’ll never know, pushed that person to stop loving you. Makes them realise you’re not right for them, not good enough for them, not desirable enough for them. If you don’t have strong-will and a little bit of self-confidence and esteem, the thoughts become all consuming and you never open yourself up to anyone ever again.

“There were other issues that already existed so I’m not blaming everything on that but I thought if I pushed people away, I could at least minimise the damage.”

“What were the other things?” you ask before you can stop yourself and judging by the look on his face, you don’t want to know the answer.

“You,” he whispers and your breath stills.

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[zmwrites]

Writemas 2024: Day 13

Only finished one snippet today, but that's okay. It's only just the 15th in my timezone, so I'm considering this only one day late. As always, thank you to @agirlandherquill for hosting this event!

WIP: Vessel WIP

Prompt(s): "I wished on my beating, broken heart for a way out of this. I wished, and my salvation never came." + A rooftop + The heat of a stare + The ache of longing

Words: 404

Notes: This WIP is slowly becoming my melodramatic WIP and I ain't even mad.

Fenna burst out of the stairwell and onto the roof, almost running to the metal railing as she gasped for air. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t make sense of the world around her as the sting of betrayal coursed through her.

“Fen!” Rook called after her.

She spun to face him, eyes wide and wild, lip curled into a snarl. “Don’t come near me.”

He stopped in his tracks, six paces from her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded.

“I tried.”

“Bullshit.”

“I did! It’s not my fault you didn’t pick up on all of the clues I left for you.”

Her eyebrows shot up. 

He winced. “Okay, it was my fault, but—”

“I laid bare my heart for you and you didn’t even have the decency to tell me who you really are,” she interrupted. 

“Fen—”

“Let me finish,” she snapped, advancing on him. “I told you the truth about why I became Sel Phyrra. I prayed to you for forty years, begging you to take my soul to the next life. And when I finally decided I wanted to live, I wished on my broken, still-beating heart for a way out of this. I wished, and I begged every god for answers, and my salvation never came. I am still trapped in this gilded cage of yellow silk.”

He stared at her, his face full of sorrow.

“I volunteered to be Sel Phyrra over eighty years ago.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, right above her racing heart. “Do you feel that? That should be stopped. I should be dead. Why—?” Her voice broke, and her hand tightened around his. “Why am I not dead, Rook?”

“It’s not my place to tell you,” he said.

She laughed bitterly and released his hand. “Of course not.”

He kept his palm over her heartbeat, that terrible heat in his eyes again. “I would not stop your heart even if the universe demanded it, Fenna.”

Her insides trembled as an aching pang of longing shot through her. She stepped back, and his hand fell between them. “You were my only friend, Rook.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I think you should go.” She turned her back to him and gripped the railing until a warm swell of air lifted a few of her loose hairs and the faint sound of many wings whispered behind her. Only then did she allow herself to cry.

[violetmuses]

Requested! 💌

@readingisahobby 🏷

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2024

“Oh, damn. Rook just called out.” Cutting one of your nicknames, Detective Mike Lowrey frowned after receiving this text message from you.

“What's going on?” Even Mike's longtime partner Marcus Burnett squinted.

“She's sick.” Mike whispered and Marcus nodded without hesitation.

Your cramps arrived this month.

“Don't tell Armando.” Marcus lifted his brow while gritting teeth.

“Why not?” Mike scrunched up his own face this time around.

“He probably doesn't even know what's happening.” Marcus grumbled. “I can't trust him outside of work.”

“Hey, don't start with bullshit again.” Lowrey still warned his best friend.

Mike's estranged son, previous criminal Armando Aretas, stood as your partner.

“Am I wrong?” Burnett continues speaking. “Your son barely leaves the house.”

“Shut up, Marcus.” Frustrated, Mike pointed elsewhere.

Seconds later, Armando entered the briefing room.

“Mr. GQ in the building!” Marcus joked to change things.

“What?” Armando casted both eyes toward the ceiling after clipping sunglasses

“No more dirty clothes.” Marcus kept going, but Mike wouldn't laugh and gestured to Armando for privacy.

_____

“I'll check on her.” Since working together, Armando looked out for you.

“You sure?” Mike questioned.

“Yeah.” Aretas gathered the keys of Mike's classic Porsche and rolled out, heading toward your spot.

Using the spare key found beneath this doormat, Armando welcomed himself.

You've bunched onto the living room couch and covered in blankets while trying to sleep.

“Arman…” You sit up and narrowed your eyes toward him, still feeling exhausted.

“Hey. Don't get up. I'm here if you need something.” Revealing his slightly accented English, Aretas makes eye contact.

“Thanks.” You nod, shutting your eyes with attempts to nap once more.

Surveying that coffee table, he noticed missing essentials and straightened up the area, just trying to help out given circumstances.

Reaching Mike, Aretas called out as well and turned off the television, watching your presence just in case.

Tomorrow could wait because you needed help.

[butterflydm]

DAV continues (with an unexpected romance)

One of my biggest quests in DAV is to pet every animal that the game allows (which are a lot). The controller vibrates when I pet them! Genuinely the true petting experience!

I am so glad that the game allowed me to voice being suspicious as fuck of Illario at the end of "Bloodbath" (which ended up being a pun, how dare they, lol) because I am suspicious as fuck of Illario! He was able to use blood magic to get Spite to back off?

And I feel like I was suspicious of him in earlier scenes too. Maybe my suspicions will prove unfounded but... he's a non-mage using blood magic to control a demon. Suspicious!

So my basic plan is to do every side quest possible before continuing with any main quests. Sadly! I didn't realize that Neve's walking tour interaction would go away after recruiting Davrin (because of the dragons attacking Minrathous and Treviso), so I will need to do that one on my second play-through, which will either be a dwarven character (because they would have a very different reaction to all things Solas) and/or a Shadow Dragon (so that I won't pick Treviso - because it makes sense to go to Treviso because it just seems more vulnerable than Minrathous!).

Turned down a romance option with Harding. I do want to flirt a lot more in my second run, I think, but I am, like, laser-locked on Lucanis for this one, lol. Literally catnip, what with being an Antivan Crow and needing to deal with spirit/demon issues.

I've gotten close to being genuine friends with several companions and I really like being able to walk into them having conversations with each other (which I feel like was more of a thing in ME3, and I liked it there too). I also like that the game flags when they have a conversation available for Rook.

On a more serious note... um, it sounds like the Griffons died in the fourth Blight because they all got blighted? Maybe? I went through the Cauldron and it feels really sad and depressing. I think that the Gloom Howler might have originally been a Warden? This is my guess. Maybe a Warden that went down to the Deep Roads hearing the Calling?

I really love how much care it feels like was put into these main regions and stories. There really aren't any thrown-away side quests that aren't connected to something (I love DAI but... man, the fetch quests and random collection bullshit. I did 100% completion on that game ONCE and never again. after that, my Inkys only did what made sense for them as a character, lol).

Super-exciting development: So I turned down romance opportunities for both Harding and Taash, and now Taash is asking me for advice about gifts for courting Harding!! I vaguely remember reading pre-game that DAV would have something like that (like how Dorian and Iron Bull can get together in DAI or Garrus and Tali in ME) but now it's happening and I'm so excited! Will there be more side romances? Stay tuned! (this is probably the best play-through for it, since I'm so focused on only Lucanis in particular, lol)

I was also able to push a bit forward on my romance with Lucanis -- I got the moment when you can either accept or decline to continue your flirtation. Since his happened earlier than some of the others, I wonder if that means he has a potential other relationship if Rook declines to follow through on the flirtation (or if it's based on high friendship with him).

This scene was just as delightful as the coffee date. Genuinely, this type of romance in RPG always delights me? The messier the romance the better, tbh. I'm so thrilled for my tiny elf Rook for getting their almost-kiss and hope that they get everything their heart desires when it comes to Lucanis.

We also had a conversation with Spite during that scene and that was very interesting, because Spite feels like Lucanis hasn't lived up to his side of the deal. Very very interesting! Their deal was about working together to escape the prison and to take revenge on their captors (and to live, which was interesting).

Anyway, I'm about to go on another group mission to help the Wardens (another great thing! This is the second group mission we've done in the game, where we take along the rest of the team too, and I love it so much), but I wanted to post because I hit a couple of fun romantic milestones. I will be playing more tonight and tomorrow. <3

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Hate Is Nothing New

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Six)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, baby fic, cursing, past abuse, past SA, past miscarriage, allusions to selling people, sexism (against omegas), family talks, threats, allusions to murder, issues with the government, secrets revealed, past DV, Kells trying to be strong while everyone talks about his past abuse, panic/anxiety, hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluffy love confessions, boys being adorable, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

When Kells sat down with his family around him, his mate on one side, and his sons on the other he wasn't sure if he did in fact ‘got this’ as Dom had said. Mod, Tom, Trav, and his mother were on the other couch and his best friend was setting his cell on the table. His knee automatically started bouncing and he thought about running back to their bedroom and hiding. He was supposed to have weeks for a break but his father going on live TV fucked everything up. His men didn't even know the full story but he was sure they heard that bastard's words- ‘Colson tried to tempt me. Just like his mom.’ Or however he'd worded his disgusting lies. He was positive everyone in the home had heard what he yelled at the screen but did Mod know? Tim must. Any of the men who were around when he was young. Fuck. He couldn't look any of them in the face and call himself a leader could he?

Blain eased Punk to one arm and reached over for Col’s hand. It struck him suddenly that if he let himself feel shame for all he'd been through he was basically telling this boy he should be ashamed too. That any time he was hurt it was his fault. That he couldn't be strong for being put through hell. That's not what he wanted either of his boys to believe, he wanted to prove to his young omega that he could be whatever he wanted in life and he shouldn't feel anything but pride for surviving. He wanted his little Alpha to grow up knowing omegas were his equals, not less than. He didn't want his lover thinking he should hate himself for what happened when he was younger. If he didn't face this head on he would be letting down everyone he loved and himself.

He never wanted to be the face of an omega revolution, he'd spent so long lying to himself and everyone else about what he was it didn't feel fair for him to. If anything he felt like an insult to the movement but no one else was saying so. Dom had shown him his fan pages and so many sweet messages, he had support of thousands if not more. He knew he couldn't look himself in the mirror if he didn't step the fuck up but he was terrified at the same time.

“So are we thinking car bomb?” Rook spoke up from the phone and it made everyone chuckle. It broke the tension and reminded Col these were his people. He just tried to keep thinking how easy it had gone the day he came out. They all already knew. Maybe they knew this too?

He cleared his throat and sat forward, spreading his legs to lean his elbows there. He felt bad letting go of both Dom and his son but he had to focus and he was sure they understood. He needed to feel in control and he knew he wasn't doing it alone. Besides he knew himself damn well and he'd probably be pacing a hole in the carpet soon. “We can't do anything like that. Mod, this line secure?” He had to make sure and his brother nodded. He trusted his tech inclined roommates to know better than the feds. “This apology they're issuing is probably bullshit, it just means they'll be watching us closer. We can't do anything that would get us caught which means we can't make any buys this month either.” Down to business first, they can handle his dad after or preferably not at all.

“Weird idea I know but uh, why don't we just tell them what we do?” Pete offered from his line and Kells rolled his eyes.

“We can't trust they wouldn't try to step in and fuck it up. Can you name the last omegas the government actually saved? Yeah. I didn't think so. We do their job because they don't give a fuck about people like me. Besides if they found out we couldn't keep it from spilling to everyone we buy from. We'd be up shits creek without a damn paddle and I'm not doing that to what Travis built. I hate the idea of waiting, I know that's a lot of people lost but we have to give them up for long enough so we can help even more later.” He explained. It truly did hurt his heart that he couldn't help for a few months. Who knows how many omegas he'd lose the chance to save in that time.

“Tell us what you really think.” Rook teased again and he laughed softly, finally pushing up to stand so he could pace. He knew the bigger shit was coming and he hated it. He didn't want to talk about them. Ever.

“It's okay baby, I can take this.” Collette offered as he walked past her but he shook his head. He was boss, even with Travis alive and mostly well. He could handle it. Right?

“We're on your side boss, we know they were lying.” Tim spoke up and for just a moment Colson wondered why he wasn't already in his home. He glanced to his parents who were watching him pace and his brows furrowed.

“Just a sec.” He huffed.

Dom watched his mate walk straight out of their home and he shared a confused look with Tom. It was Travis who rubbed over the back of his head like he was nervous.

“Oh hey boss!” Tim's voice sounded further away from the phone before there was rustling coming through the speaker. After a moment the door opened again and Colson was dragging the beta with him. He stood in front of his mother and adoptive dad and gave them a look until the old boss scooted over.

“Stop being fucking weird. Tim is more welcome than you two assholes.” Kells huffed as he started pacing again. The beta had already helped him through a lot.

“What the fuck is happening?” Rook asked from the phone and Col threw up his hands.

“Tim was hiding in my parents apartment like a dirty little secret and I'm putting my foot down. I might have been an idiot before but I know now and I'm cool with it. Don't fuck with the good shit you actually have in your life.” The omega's gaze locked on his mate's and they shared a soft smile. Now that he knew what love was he didn't want anyone denying it. Not that he'd say anything so cheesy.

“Like I was saying. We know they're lying and we know at least some of what they did. I remember finding you Cols, we're behind you a thousand percent. Always.” The beta explained. Surprisingly Kells found himself wanting to hug the guy but he just gave him that bro nod. If he touched anyone he was pretty sure he'd break the hell down.

“I don't. Some of us don't know.” Pete spoke up and Colson thought about not explaining shit. The important people knew but… weren't they all important? He couldn't decide if he needed to do something with his hands and he thought about taking his son but Punk was sleeping happily in his big brother’s hold and the sight was too comforting to stop.

He picked up one of his boy's squishmallow stuffies. It was some kind of goblin looking fuck but the softness was nice between his fingers. He kept squeezing it or tossing it around as he walked back and forth but he wasn't sure how to talk about this. “I know some of you remember when I got here. When Travis found me. Well as my sperm donor said himself by accident, he sold both mom and me, but it wasn't because we came on to his brother. He caught the fucker…” He couldn't swallow past the lump in his throat and he was squeezing the squish too tight to his chest. He probably looked like the lost boy he felt like but Dom met his eyes and smiled.

“You all remember how hard I fought to find Colson after Travis saved me. Well it was because I worried my ex’s brother would assault him like he had me. My husband- who bought me as a child, came home to find his brother attacking me but they blamed me for it. He questioned if Col was his which of course he was. I was barely old enough to even have children. They nearly killed me and sold me, keeping my boy and moving away so I couldn't track them down.” Collette sighed, squeezing her mate's hand. Tim wrapped his arm across the back of the sofa to go around Travis's shoulders so he could rest a palm on her neck. They were sweet together if weird to see. Travis was in the middle because he was obviously the center of them. Whatever was happening. Shit, that wasn't the important thing at the moment.

“History repeats itself I guess.” Col grumbled and he caught a few curses through the phone. It was reassuring they all loved him and his mom so much but he didn't want them thinking less of him. Or thinking about it every time they saw him.

“So it was your uncle's kid? That's fucked up.” Dub huffed through the phone and Kells felt his stomach roll. He hadn't meant to explain that part really and his pulse raced. The old timers knew?

“Shit, hey. You're okay. Colson? Breathe for me.” Travis had dropped his cane after pushing himself up and he stopped in front of Kells to cup his cheeks. “We could smell it on you when we found you. It didn't matter to anyone. It still doesn't. We love you and we would have loved them too. You're our family. My son. Our leader. Don't let this fuck you up.”

After a minute Kells took a deep breath and nodded. He was pretty sure Dub muttered an apology at some point but the damage was done. He wasn't upset, he just didn't like talking about his miscarriage. Like the other said- it was deeply fucked up. “I want them both dead but we can't kill them yet. What are our options in the meantime because they're trying to fuck with my name.” The omega spoke and Travis stepped back with a proud smile but Tim had to help him sit back down. It was obvious walking without help took it out of him.

“All I can think is death.” Rook explained and Col almost laughed. There was a chorus of ‘same’ and even most of the people in the room nodded along. It was his mother who raised her hand with a smirk.

“Actually I have an idea. I don't think you're gonna like it though. Any of you.” She said, looking over at his mate and sons. It piqued his interest but honestly even if he hated it he'd do what he had to, to protect his family. They couldn't kill the men but they had to stop their talking. It could ruin their livelihoods and ability to save omegas if they kept it up.

“Let's hear it. I'll take anything at this point.” He sighed and she beamed at him. He'd do anything to help keep his family safe.

🖤🔪🖤

Colson had said he'd do anything for his family and his name but after everyone had left he was still warring inside over her idea. She'd explained herself in detail and it made perfect sense but he was having trouble finding the strength inside himself for all it would take. He was still pacing hours later, his son asleep in his cot. His family had either left or gone to their rooms except Dom of course. His Alpha stayed with him but kept his distance for the time being. He was terrified the killer was upset too.

“Do you think it's a good idea?” He finally asked when the world started to feel quiet. He made his feet pause and he turned to face the other man.

“I don't like it neither but I don't know wha' else we can do. Bastards plastered ‘emselves on TV to make sure we couldn't fuck wiv ‘em. Pretty sure ya mum's right. We out of options luv.” The Alpha sighed and shrugged, holding out his hand to ask his mate closer. After a moment Col walked to him and crawled into his lap, straddling him gently. He didn't want to put too much weight on the other but Dom pulled him flush against him.

The boss exhaled his stress at the relaxing feel of being held by his lover. Dominic always made him feel better. “It's gonna be stressful as fuck. I mean it's already bad getting these little stalkers outside and shit. We'll be doing this on purpose. You hate being perceived.” He joked, wrapping his arms around his partner's neck.

Dom curled his fingers around his mate's hips, his thumbs petting over his hip bones that were getting more visible by the day. For a split second he felt sad over the loss of Col’s baby bump but he shook it off and kissed the other's lips. “I can do it. Yeah it'll be awkward for a bit but I'll get used to it. Besides it ain't like anyone is gonna recognize me or nuffin, don't got no one to bover me like you do. I'll stand be’ind yas like a good boy. Besides, if I ever get caught it'll make a great chapter for all the True Crime docs about me.”

Colson rolled his eyes at his lover's joke. He hated the thought of her serial killer ever being found out and he trusted Dom would always be careful about that. For now it was completely separate, they weren't doing anything that could get them in trouble. No, for now they were just a couple that helped run a family owned PR company and a load of clubs in LA. They were company men and good boys. They were used to masks, this was just a new one. Dominic would do anything Col needed him to and he always would.

“Mmm, ya know…” Kells trailed off as he licked over his mate's lips. “If we really want to present a strong bond and family values shit…” His stomach flipped with nerves as he sat back and slid off one of his rings. He always wore the one Dom bought him on his ring finger but the one he pulled free was something Travis had gifted him long ago. It was a simple titanium band with crosses all around and he held it up between them and took a shaking breath. “I think we should get married.”

“For the story?” Dom asked. He could still remember the night he accidentally proposed and Colson had ignored him. He didn't want to say yes just to make a good picture. He wanted his partner to ask because they were in love. He knew they were, but of course his dominant needed to be in control of even this.

“For me. Because shit Dom, I need you. You're already my mate and the father of our boys and you back me up with everything. I know all this, I know I have you forever and sure maybe I'm letting this shit push me into asking now but-” The omega stopped himself from rambling and he took a breath. When their eyes met again he tried to speak from the heart as best he could. He tried to peel away every mask and facade he'd ever put up and just let his psycho see the real him that only he could find. “I wanted to say yes that night. I was terrified of something so fucking traditional and believe me if we do it in a church I'll pass the hell out.”

“I fink I'd burst into flames.”

Kells smiled at his mate's soft tease but continued. “Seeing them again… He's the reason I was scared of tradition. He married mom so young and would have married me off too. He hid behind religion and kept saying God knew she was still his forever. It fucked me up. I'm yours because I want to be. Every scar we give each other reminds me of that. I would die if I lost you, probably take your ass with me first. But I don't want to let him scare me off anything anymore. You gave me our boy and I survived it. You mated me and I survived it. Now… this is the last thing he's kept me scared of. So Dom, will you marry me and help me face one last fear and beat him again?”

The Alpha rarely felt the type of emotions that made him cry but Colson had been bringing that out of him for almost a year. He felt his eyes burn but he blinked it back, holding his hand up for his lover. “Course I will, always got your back Cols. Long as you remember I asked first.” He teased and sniffled. Kells always took the lead and he wanted just this one thing. His partner chuckled wetly as he slid the band on his finger. “So, courthouse? Vegas? Wha' ya finking?”

“Oh baby no. Just because I don't want a church wedding doesn't mean it won't be the most spectacular thing you've ever seen.” He purred as their lips met and he felt the other man swallow hard.

“It's gonna be…” Dom trailed off and Col nodded.

“Expensive as fuck. Yeah. We deserve the best of everything, don't we?” He could already picture so much of it and he couldn't wait to see his lover all dressed up. “I'm not wearing a fucking skirt.” He had to add and Dom laughed, his palms resting low on the older man's hips.

“Maybe I will.” The Alpha shrugged and rolled his mate's ass in his lap. He wasn't sure if he was trying for anything but he wanted to feel even more connected. He was just happy to finally understand what had happened before and to be able to help his partner through everything. Forever. Soon he wouldn't just be a mate and father, he'd be a husband and he was marrying the most self spoiled brat he'd ever met. He couldn't fucking wait.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

Slightly intense chapter but surprise ending! I love the juxtaposition of how low-key they are personally but extravagant with what they show to the world. Such a calm sweet proposal when you know the wedding will be wild. I wonder what Collette has planned to help, I guess we'll find out as we go. I hope you're all enjoying it 🖤❤️‍🔥

[auroramoon-draws16]

I can’t stop thinking about this, but it’s not Assassin’s Creed, sorry folks.

Hogwarts Legacy x Harry Potter

(No real spoilers, mostly vague references, iykyk)

I just need BAMF! Player Character/MC to pop up in the Harry Potter era. I’ve thought about several ways how:

1. Ghost. MC is the damn best duelist in history, but they can’t win ‘em all. Keep fighting the hardest fights, or get caught in a bad ending, and it’s curtains. So, what if MC didn’t feel like they did enough, hadn’t been able to help their friends enough, so they stayed, and in that decision, the wizarding world’s history changed. You call that defense against the dark arts??? That’s bullshit is what that is! Hey kid, here’s how you properly duel a bitch. Yes, it’s entirely legal to throw furniture and other objects at your opponent. Yes, you can throw your opponent. Prophecy? You guys traumatized a child! Hey, you, Harry was it? I gotchu, kid.

2. A painting. It’s pretty clear that the portraits all over the school are alive and retain some personality and characteristics of the subjects. Mostly when the subject actually adds more to their portrait to have a better effect. The MC was also one of the few who could use ancient magic, so that could be a reason they decided to have their portrait done, to ensure the next generation would have some sort of guidance they didn’t get. Not only that, but also help future duelists. So maybe the portrait can only be accessed by asking the Room of Requirement, mostly because ancient magic secrets are best kept between users. Imagine that portrait being found by Harry, he asks the room for help teaching Dumbledor’s Army spells and suddenly a portrait of a person no one has heard of, but apparently is the best duelist in the history of the wizarding world perks up and goes “alright, bet.” (This can also work for the ghost version) Well, the portrait could also just be out in public, but the MC is just not there, cue mystery to be solved!

3. Time travel. Ancient magic is wonky, it can happen! Cue sudden transfer student shenanigans. Also, chosen one? That is a child, MC has seen enough shit to know that’s fucked up and Harry needs better supports in his life, dammit. Older sibling MC goes brrrrr.

4. Apparition. Ancient magic wonky shit, part 2! Prophecies are bullshit. That is a child, and that bitchy 80 year old snake face needs to eat concrete. Harry stumbles upon an ancient magic item before he gets to Hogwarts. A necklace or a bracelet or some shit. Now baby Harry has a friend! MC takes one look at this child and goes “anybody gonna love and care for this one? No? Aight, mine now.” They can’t do much, but they are visible and heard only to Harry, so that means they can keep him company and tutor him wherever possible. How did they end up like this??? Uh…. Don’t worry about it.

5. Pensives. Somebody has to learn from history, and books are boring dammit. And easily edited. MC’s got your back kiddos.

6. How long do wizards live? Oh shit, yeah, MC is still alive. Heyyyy bitches, I’m your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Who here knows how to throw a bitch at a wall? No? Well we got a lot of catching up to do. I may be old, but I’m still the best damn duelist around.

Idk, I wanted to have some fun with this and I haven’t seen anyone do this with an actual character. You can add backstories and shit. I hate reader inserts, okay? Don’t judge me :/ (also I’m tired of the romance, I love me a good ship, but my aromantic ass wants to see cute platonic shit, okay?)

Here’s my MC for Hogwarts Legacy, even tho I don’t have the game, lmao:

Morgan Diane Rook (They/Them)

Black wavy hair that goes just past their ears, gray eyes, tan skin, freckles, round face, scar on their cheek, and in Hufflepuff (my house, also for the rep)

Sass master, protective friend, and just a little bit feral, will laugh in the face of enemies. Unforgivable curses? I don’t need to be forgiven, I just need you to cease existence. You were very rude to my friend.

Obligatory Slytherins need a designated Hufflepuff best friend.

Blame the attitude on the Uncle who took them in after their parents died in an accident. Uncle Jack is from the states and ran in a gang before he went straight for his kid, he’s trying his best dammit. It’s also why they’re a transfer student, they spent a few years with Uncle Jack in the states before moving back into Mom and Dad’s place. He hired a wizard tutor, no worries. He don’t get all this magic shit, but he loves his kid, and that’s enough reason for him. They’re a damn good duelist for a reason.

Morgan also knows how to use a gun, just because :)

Idk, I think they’re neat

[kariachi]

The ‘Argit replacing Kevin on the team’ vibes refuse to leave me.

Darkstar Rising comes along, he just fucking vanishes as soon as the magister shows up. Like we cut to the magister and when the camera moves back to the team there’s a sudden Argit-shaped hole.

I really didn’t do the reveal that he and Kev are friends justice because holy shit that should be such a fucking drama.

The forcing of putting more focus on fucking aliens as people rather than just fuckers to fight in this show about aliens by making one of the mains a very fucking obvious alien.

We know Argit’ll call people out, he does it to Rook, so holy fuck the various Tennysons getting called out for their bullshit.

 “What side are you on?!” “Generally mine, depends on the circumstances.”

The vitriolic friendship Gwen deserves- give her somebody she can bitch about, at, and to who’ll return the favor.

98% of the time he’s avoiding being involved in fights and preferring to stay on the sidelines, handle the info, get through shit with cunning and lies and being both faster and nimbler than he looks, only for that last 2% of the time to be him just ending conflicts quickly and efficiently via violence, shocking the Tennysons every time.

Shit just vanishing in his presence- sometimes it causes problems, sometimes it solves them, sometimes the shit he grabbed doesn’t even matter, but consistently other people’s shit finds its way into his pockets (give me just one instance of Ben joking about being afraid one day they’re gonna be hanging out and he’ll look down to find the Omnitrix missing, just one).

Put a whole new vibe on Argit 10, put a whole new feel on ‘Uncle Argit’.

Argit and Rook as the narrative foils they were clearly meant to be.

Running gag of Argit having history with damn near every criminal the team runs into, to the point where by the end of UA they meet fuckers and the Tennysons immediately turn to him expectantly. The stories are always some vague shit you can’t be entirely sure is true, borderline noodle incidents.

Constant attempts to lure the others away from law enforcement

[simping-on-the-daily]

TWST Characters in Transformers Universe

Combined the two current hyperfixations let's goooo~ References the caste system from IDW, the constructed cold racism and things like mnenosurgery and empurata

Ace: The classic young, reckless Autobot who wants nothing more then to kick Decepticon tailpipe. Didn't actually experience the caste system bullshit; he was born just before the Decepticons did their war crimes and fully declared war. As a result, has no fucking idea what everyone is talking about by 'functionism' and joined the Autobots because 'we're the good guys right' Fucking obsessed with Earth media, probs participates in street racing and a fucking menace

Deuce: Just like Ace, was born just before the Decepticons broke everything the Geneva convention stood for. Tragically got stuck in the wrong crowd, bring influenced by Decepticons who didn't fight for freedom, but rather for sport. They rubbed off of Deuce and he joined the ranks, but he's a good bot at spark; upon realising what he had done was wrong, he joined the Autobots. Sometimes regrets that decision because Primus dammit he really wants to punch Ace and not get in trouble for it, cause opposite sides and shit

Riddle: Now this fucker experienced the caste system all right. Having been led his entire life believing that the Senate was right, he's a stick in the mud. Any stoicism he had was furthered by the trauma of war, where he aligns Autobot, agreeing with the belief that your alt mode defines your purpose in life and fighting against the bots who oppose that belief; the Depcepticons. He gets better though, and sticks by the Autobots now because he knows it's the right thing to do

Leona: Though Leona recognised that Cybertronian society was not all perfect and wanted to help his peers, he was constructed cold, his artificial spark similar to that of the forged Farena, leading people to call them brothers. Alas, CC racism, Farena having a far more better alt mode and Farena already being an extremely important bot made the Senate deem Leona worthless. Leona tried for a long time to fight the system, wearing the Decepticon insignia (not never officially joining), he began to realize that war altered the Decpeticons ideals, making them no longer fight for freedom, and the hope he once had shattered, depression hitting him like a freight train. He's taken to Earth due to their great recharging spots, and is only really close to Ruggie, his only friend from the Decepticon days. Opens up eventually, and though he's not wiping off the badge anytime soon, he promises to keep fellow beast mode Cybertronian Jack safe from all of the shit the war has to offer

Rook: What the fuck is there to say honestly. Rook was an outlier, able to instantly to identify someone's coordinates, whether they were friend or foe, and hunt them down without the need of technological assistance. One could call him neutral, for he only makes temporary trucks with either Bot or Con if he thinks that it'll give him a close optic view of something truly 'beautiful', but his loyalty isn't to either cause. Rather, it's too a person; the imfamous Vil Schoenheit. People mistake him for a member of the DJD due to his vibes and who can blame them

Jamil: Oh dear. Forged right next to Kalim, Kalim's robot form made of ancient Cybertronian jewels and a great alt mode, Jamil's entire life was paved for him. His personal servant, he grew to despise the bot he was forced to serve, even more so at the fact that Kalim wasn't like the Senate; his spark was pure and he approached the world with an optimistic glee. Jamil wished to fight for the Depcepticons, but was too afraid to go against his master at the time. When Kalim joined the Autobots, he dragged Jamil with him, who witnessed numerous Autobots join just so they could show the Decepticons their 'proper place' as slaves and other horrifying concepts, and bots with truly kind Sparks that deserved to live a life untainted by war. Slowly growing more and more cynical, one day he lost it, denouncing the Autobots. The next time Kalim saw him, Jamil bore the Decpeticon insignia.

Ortho: He was once a kind soul, who learned the Cybertronian way by a far more anxious bot; Idia, growing close enough to act like brothers. Once. Tragically, he encountered an empurata'd, vengeful spark who acted like the infamous Sparkeaters, being brutally beaten to death, Idia watching as a medic failed to come in time and his plating turned grey. In his grief, Idia stole a constructed cold protoform, altered the frame and created his own artificial Spark to be in Ortho's likeness, leading to the creation of the new Ortho Shroud. Though officially neutral like his brother, Ortho has become good friends with many Autobots, being an unofficial member of them.

Lilia: One of the first vocal Decepticon supporters, he strongly believed in freedom and wanted to fight for his fellow bots. Tragically, the war trauma fucked him up really bad, and realized that the Decepticons had changed their goal from freedom to tyranny under a different name. He dissapeared mysteriously, believed to have died a legendary death in combat, rumours going on to say he could defeat the DJD without breaking a sweat and numerous other great claims. In truth, he abandoned the Decepticons, taking refuge on Earth, in unofficial custody of the kids he found and has sworn on his spark he'll keep them away from the horrors of war.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

A Few Things - Day Two

I haven’t played chess in years...

Day 2 - chess game

Characters: Damien and freelancer

Cw: fluff, crack, cursing, me struggling to remember what chess even is, light mention of spice

Masterlist

Damien knew a few things about Freelancer. In fact, he knew more than a few things. Probably more than he wanted to know after going towards the kitchen and hear deep throated moans from their incubus boyfriend. Needless to say, he didn't try to enter and just went back to their couch with a hot face. He didn't need to know, nor hear, that. But he didn't bring it up and to his knowledge, no one knew. Huxley and Lasko had just assumed that he was frustrated because of the video game they were playing.

Sex escapades aside, he also knew that Freelancer put other people before themselves. It was one of the more frustratingly endearing aspects of them. They pushed down their own care to care about their friends. It was improving to their credit, but they were stubborn. Something he could certainly understand.

But the most important thing was that Freelancer was smart. They may like to deny it, but it was the truth. They were ambitious -- another quality they both shared -- and they picked up new topics quickly. After all, they were introduced to the magic world suddenly and against their control and now they were a pretty powerful freelancer. It was impressive. But outside of magic and academics, they picked up topics fairly quickly. It had taken Damien months to figure out how to calm Lasko down and just make the poor elemental breathe. Granted Lasko had also been terrified of him. Freelancer had figured it out in a couple of short weeks. Mini golf and bowling were another couple examples. Supposedly they never played, and yet they were pretty good at it. Although let the record state that they could just be bullshitting him.

So now here he sat in front of them at a park with just a chess board between them. They had played two games already, and were currently tied. It was supposed to be one, but he had demanded a rematch after they had won. Sue him, he didn't like losing.

They moved forward the pawn that sat idly in front of their rook, moving it forward just one space, rather than the exception-allowed two. He narrowed his eyes at them, not being fooled by their innocent smile.

"It's your move, Damien." They hummed. He rolled his eyes and looked back down at the board. There was nothing really to look out for yet since it was the start of the game. Granted, Freelancer liked to play what the called 'Moral Chess' allowing black to play first. Their reasoning had been because they always liked an underdog. It had bothered him at first, but it didn't really matter in the long run. So they had gotten first move. He chose a Catalan opening, pushing forward his left knight's pawn one space before looking back up at them with a frown. "What's wrong?" They asked, doing that annoying thing where they become a concerned friend.

"Why do you suddenly have an interest in chess?" He asked, watching them move their knight forward. The tail end of the L shape pointed towards his right.

"Who said it was sudden? Maybe I've always had an interest." They said, looking up at him from their eyelashes. He scrunched his nose and continued with the first three pieces for his opening.

"You've never made mention of it. Not once in all the time I've known you. Which is two years, I'll remind you. Almost three." In several months, but that wasn't relevant. "If you like chess, I think I would have found out by now." He said, watching them delicately place their next piece. They made a soft hum in their throat.

"That's fair, I suppose. I'm not lying though. I was into chess, but that was a while ago. I found a chess board again recently and decided I wanted to pick it back up." They answered as Damien finally finished his opening. He wanted to ask 'with what free time?' But he could keep the sarcastic snark to a minimum... for now.

"What, were you some chess prodigy before you became a student at D.A.M.N.?" He asked, if somewhat carefully. Asking anything about pre-magic life to them or Lasko was always a careful game. You could never be sure what would bring up bad memories or emotions. But he also knew that Freelancer didn't like people tip-toeing around them. It was just a delicate game.

"Hm.. I wouldn't call me that, exactly. I'm not some supergenius, but I certainly have a good amount of practiced experience under my belt." If Gavin were here, Damien was sure he would comment about how that wasn't the only thing. The fire elemental placed the piece down more harshly than he intended. He didn't want a running internal monalogue of Gavin-esque responses in his head. Normal conversations would be impossible then.

"Pardon my French, but what the fuck does that mean?" He asked, leaning back against the park bench backing that it would be a stretch to call spine supportive. They laughed and his frown lessened slightly. He was glad they were laughing. It had been rare after everything. It was becoming more common again, but when they didn't think anyone was looking, or paying attention, they would grow more quiet and their lips would press firmly together. Not that he could entirely blame them.

"Well... honestly I'm not sure how to put it. I got it into my head in elementary school that I needed to join a club. It would help me make friends, look good on my transcript, blah blah blah. Not that anyone actually cares what extracurriculars you do in third grade. I bounced around in the typical clubs for a little, even tried some choir. And at some point, I ended up in chess club. It was mainly the older kids. Fifth and sixth graders, you know? Not many little kids are interested in sitting down and playing strategy based game for an hour and some change after a long school day." Damien nodded along as the two continued to play. He claimed one of their pawns but they didn't pause in their story. Unphased. It was only a little annoying.

"So I was the youngest kid there. Became the baby of the club." Seemed like some things never changed. They were always making friends with upperclassmen. "So the older kids just kind of adopted me. They taught me how to play and let me win against them sometimes. They were nice and the club was pretty chill. The club advisory teacher just let us go free-range as long as we didn't break rules or were disruptive to anyone. So I stayed in the club, even though I didn't have any big passion or drive to play chess. It was more about the socialization for me." That didn't really surprise him. He wasn't sure what class of socialization Freelancer fell under, but they seemed content with a small close friend group to spend time with. He cursed softly at they took his rook.

"Anyways, I stayed in the club until the end of that school year. My parents thought I was actually dedicated to chess. Mom was thrilled. She had this idea that I would be a genius and get a high paying job. So in celebration for passing third grade, they bought me a chess board. A really nice one. It had marble, and... I can't really remember. But it was really pretty. And expensive. So they weren't really happy when I didn't play chess all summer break and instead ran around outside eating dirt or some shit. Little kid things." Damien couldn't exactly claim he ever shoved dirt into his mouth as a child. But seeing how much Freelancer and Huxley liked nature, he could see those two eating dirt. Hopefully a habit the two had outgrown. But with those two you could never be too sure...

"But I brought the chess board to the club when the next term started up in the fall. Figured it could get some use that way. It made me more popular in the club and everyone, old members and new, wanted to play against me on it. And as a fourth grader, I was no longer awarded special treatment and just allowed to win here and there. Losing so many times in a row got annoying. As you know." They said as they captured his other rook. Damien huffed and they continued. "So I decided to get better so I wasn't getting my ass whooped everytime. Doubled down determination and a full school year three days a week added up. I got good at it. And I stayed in the club because that was where most of my friends were until I went into junior high." They said. Damien didn't have to ask if they joined the chess club there. Humanbornes often got their magic around that age and they didn't purposefully socialize.

"So you played chess for three years?" He asked as he approached Freelancer's king. They nodded as they moved the queen to take the piece next turn. Damien used a pawn to take the queen and they sighed. "Huh. Well I have a confession." He said. They looked up at him after their turn. He smiled and moved a piece. "I've put you in checkmate."

[damallarky]

For the Rook tarot asks, The High Priestess, and Justice! :)

:D

The High Priestess - Which does Rook obey more: their head or their heart?

For Renan (Shadow Dragon Elf Mage), he probably listens to both equally. It just depends on the situation. He can keep a pretty cool head about him until it's his children or his siblings and their children are involved and all bets are off. This eventually extends to the members of the Veilguard. Luckily for him, he is pretty good at thinking on his feet, and his gut has rarely let him down.

For Efa (Veil Jumper Elf Mage), she is all heart. Most of the time, it serves her well. Varric once told her she has good instincts, and it's true, even if Efa can't see it sometimes.

Justice - How does Rook feel about the circumstances that led to them leaving their faction? What does returning feel like?

For Renan, his "canon" backstory is a little different than what is in game. He is a member of the Shadow Dragons, using his skills and connections as a musician to spy and gather information on patrons who may be involved with the Venatori. At the time when the events of Veilguard started (like literally that day), Renan was in between jobs and had just been kicked out of his housing along with his children for not being able to pay his rent, so he was a little desperate for money. That's when Neve approaches him with a job for a friend of hers. That friend is Varric. The rest is history. During the events of Veilguard, Renan frequently complains to Neve that she "said it would be an easy job" and that he hadn't "signed up for this bullshit" etc etc. He also never gets paid. Sorry pal.

For Efa, she is a little bitter about being essentially kicked out of the Veil Jumpers. Sure she lost the artifact, but she saved people's lives! What rubs salt in the wound is that her twin sister is still with the Veil Jumpers and is very respected with them, while Efa is essentially a screwup who can't do anything right. Her self confidence is pretty shot by the beginning of Veilguard. Varric tries to help, but it's something that Efa struggles with throughout the time the gods are running amok in Thedas.

Thank you so much for sending me this ask! I really appreciate it!!!!

If you are curious, my two Rooks and my Inquisitor are siblings. There are six siblings in total. Renan is the oldest. My Inquisitor, Aisling, is the middle child, and the twins Efa and Orla are the youngest.

I call them the Skywalkers of Thedas lol.

[varricscheticles]

Thoughts on my own Rook

[This may contain spoilers for Dragon Age: Veilguard]

I love my Rook so much-- I want to just write down my little head canons for her.

Her name is A'noana (like the song and the word meaning Harvest broken up to look a bit more elvish) "Rook" Aldwir. She is a proud Dalish woman and a skilled mage.

Her personality is playful, sarcastic (at times), loyal and honest. She will fiercely defend her friends and loved ones, which was what influenced her decision that ultimately lead to her leaving the Veil Jumpers (having chosen the lives of her friends over the artifact).

She's heard multiple stories about Solas from Varric about how much he didn't like the Dalish, so when she first meets him she's obviously not impressed with his "holier than thou" attitude. She gives it right back and isn't afraid to call out his bullshit. She's understandably surprised when Solas later refers to the Dalish as "our people" -- especially after their conversations about Elgar'nan early on.

Her impression of Solas changed after speaking to the Inquisitor. Her conversation with Lavellan shed some light on what they were *actually* dealing with and that tiny piece of hatred she harbored started to calm-- and she began to formulate a plan on how to help save her friend's lover from himself in the face of insurmountable odds.

In another life A'noana would have been happy to just continue searching ruins in search of her people's culture-- but instead, after meeting and growing close with Lucanis Dellamorte, she began to work closely with the Crows to learn the ways of their assassin mages. Spellblade techniques soon become her specialty and the gods realize too late just how powerful she's become.

I believe A'noana knew Varric was gone the whole time, but pushed it deep down. She didn't have time for grief, she had work to do and didn't have time for those feelings. As things steadily got worse she pushed it down further and further until the incident at Solas' fade prison where it finally broke her.

She and Lucanis' flirted for a long time, but what solidified their relationship was mostly the little things. Hot tea left beside her sleep couch (because he noticed she didn't really like coffee), her favorite meals after a long difficult battle, a gentle hand on the small of her back when passing by. They were both people bound to duty, agreeing wordlessly to acknowledge what they feel but to not complicate things in that moment. After escaping the fade prison they made things a bit more official, both agreeing that if they didn't that they might regret it later if the unthinkable happened in that final battle.