#saeri writes;

[ssaeri]

we fall to ashes

☆ tags: alex x gn!reader, he finds something that he never expected to see on your farm, this was going to be angst with an angst ending, but then my sister begged me to not write a sad ending, so have this relieving happy ending instead, LOTS of alex spoilers! ☆

Alex stretches his arms over his head and breathes in deep. In the distance, he hears chickens screaming—a sure sign that he's getting closer to your farm. The walk from his house isn't short, but while his grandparents would complain about the distance, he finds it ideal for cooling down after his harder work-outs. And he gets to see you at the end? He'd say that's a winner winner chicken dinner situation...out of earshot from your coop, at least.

"Hey there! Evelyn's boy!" Pam calls from his right.

He slows to a stop and waves. She sits in the driver seat of her newly repaired bus, window fully open, and takes another swig from her Joja Cola. Immediately, her face scrunches.

"Mornin', Pam!" he yells back. "How's that alcohol detox going for you?"

"Awful." She smacks her lips and holds the can up to her eyes, searching the ingredients for what makes it so fucking nasty. You often joke that it's the bitter taste of capitalism. "I could go for something stronger in this heat. You think the farmer has an extra glass of pale ale?"

Alex's smile tightens. Ever since Pam and Penny's trailer turned into an actual house, Pam's been doing her best to break old habits and he's glad for it—he can finally walk by her without the reflexive gag and hurried steps. You telling me I stink? she used to ask, angry in her drunken stupor, until she remembered why he showed up on his grandparents' steps nearly two decades ago.

She must read it in his expression now because she waves him off with a roll of her eyes. "I'm kidding, kid. Tell 'em I said hi. They're the only one who takes this damn bus anyway. I might as well take a nap." She slides sunglasses onto her face and reclines her chair until he can't see her anymore. "If I'm still here by the time you go home, wake me up."

Classic Pam, he thinks as he continues to your farm. Your dog is already running from the front door to greet him, panting and barking and disturbing your horse's peace.

"Come on, buddy," he laughs, shooing your dog until he can push open the gate. "I was supposed to surprise them."

Alex scratches your horse's ear as he passes its stable. Grape vines twist and sag on the trellises you've set up for the season, the structures nearly bursting with fruit, and he makes a mental note to stop by tomorrow to help with the harvesting. Maybe it could substitute for a work-out. He's helped you ship boxes of produce before and wondered how ripped he'd be after a month of your lifestyle. Between the trellises, the melons are just starting to come in. He doesn't know how long it takes for them to ripen, only that they taste really good when you drop off a basket for his grandma.

He calls out your name. Not in the fields, not in the pasture. Your new greenhouse, maybe? You were muttering something about ancient fruit last night. Or the mushroom cave, something he still can't believe is a feature on your farm. If Demetrius could add that, maybe Alex could talk you into installing an outdoor lifting station.

He walks past your workbench and active machines...

...and walks backwards again, hoping that his eyes are deceiving him. Crystalariums reproducing diamonds to sell, charcoal kilns working double time for enough coal, bone mills churning out fertilizer, geode crushers crunching rocks into pebbles, furnaces roaring as they smelt ores into bars—and right on top of the furthest furnace sits a wrapped bundle he's only seen in his (second to) worst nightmares.

He hears your content humming now, somewhere in the main farmhouse. Under normal circumstances, he would've called it cute, but the sound rings mockingly in his ears as he approaches the darkened flowers. A wilted bouquet. Fuck.

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"Oh, hey there!" Alex called out as you got closer. He tossed his ever-present gridball into the air. "You here to catch fish again? I think you can find salmon in the river this time of year. At least that's what I heard."

Once you came to a stop in front of him, you shook your head, hands still behind your back. "I'm not fishing today," you said. "I actually wanted to give you something."

"Yeah?" His lips quirked into a grin. Another toss into the air. "Wouldn't happen to be a Salmon Dinner with extra lemon, would it? Those are one of my favorites, but I can never catch any salmon myself. Another egg would be cool, too. I've been adding your weekly deliveries to my workout meals."

You only shifted from one foot to the other, unable to take your eyes off his shoes, and a part of him faltered. You weren't intimidated by him, were you? Ever since you found him crying on the beach, he had been a little more flirtatious than usual, layering on the teasing and showing off. Maybe he came on too strong. Haley always told him that subtlety wasn't his strong suit. The grip on his gridball changed as he tossed it higher.

"You okay there? Did I do something...wait, this is—ow!"

The ball bounced off his head and landed in the grass, but he couldn't care less. He pointed to the bouquet in your hands. Not a regular bouquet, but the Bouquet made to order by Pierre. In a place as small as Pelican Town, there was no need for Pierre to have it in constant stock, so when the signature blooms made the rare appearance, they attracted everyone's eyes.

"...you want to get more serious?" he asked, incredulous.

Something in your expression changed, and you drew the flowers back to your chest. "Oh, sorry, did you not?" You gave him a wide smile, already stepping away. "I must've read the signs wrong. My mistake."

"No! That's not—I mean, you read the signs correctly. I, uh, I feel the same way." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face flush. "So I guess we're together now? Should I be asking you out on a date or something? Or wait, are you asking me out on a date? How does this work?"

You laughed, a genuine sound this time. "We can continue the way we were before."

And so you did, but some things changed for sure. He could hold your hand now as you ran errands around the town, carrying half of the gifts you handed out to the townspeople. He could kiss you goodbye at his door in the evenings, though George cleared his throat loudly every time. Alex remembered making some snide comment about his grandpa, who yelled out a gruff I heard that! before being shushed by Evelyn. When It Howls in the Rain was being shown at the town theater, you bribed him to a screening with the promise of Stardrop Sorbet, but as much as he loved the treat, he would've gone anyway—it was one of his favorite movies with one of his favorite people. Good thing he'd seen it before because he spent most of the time staring at your side profile, wondering when he could finally go pro and have you stare at him on a screen.

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Your dog nips at his fingers. He pets it absently. He thought everything was going fine between the two of you. Just yesterday, you came over and had dinner with him and his grandparents. You told them about your mining adventures in the Skull Caverns and, to his horror, showed off your old stitches from Harvey. (George chided your reckless behavior and gave old-timey advice that you nodded along to.) You talked about the new farm you're setting up at Ginger Island—Ancient Fruit wine all year! you told them excitedly. It's a farmer's heaven!—and the Beach Resort you're trying to restore. (Evelyn hummed at your energy, asking rapid-fire questions about the flora there.) You even promised to bring over a season's worth of eggs and leeks as soon as you got your hands on them. (Alex's mind flashed to the old mariner and the mermaid's pendant he could see hanging around your neck in the future.)

So why is a wilted bouquet sitting here, right on top of your furnaces?

No point in guessing when he can just find out the answer right from the source. He takes the flowers and goes to your door, knocking twice. It opens before he has time to second guess his choice.

"Alex! I didn't know you were coming over," you say, beaming at him. He wants to immortalize this version of you: face full of dirt smudges and t-shirt collar soaked through with sweat, yet glowing in your element. Until your eyes drop to his hands. "Oh, that's..."

He sets his jaw. "Can I come in and talk?"

Your expression falters further at his cold tone, but you step back and lead him to the living room. Your dog trots in and settles by the TV, head on its paws, watching with blank eyes. Alex sits in his usual spot and you yours, and suddenly he hates how familiar he is with your space.

It's still silent.

You clear your throat. "So," you start, wiping your palms on your jeans. A nervous tick he knows well. "What did you want to talk about?"

He puts the bouquet on the coffee table between you.

"Right." You pause, likely waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't say anything. "Alex, can you at least be less mean about this? I feel like you owe me that much after all this time together." He says nothing. "Like, tell me what's wrong instead of sitting here stone-faced. Things were okay. Why are you breaking up with me—"

"Why am I breaking up with you?" He barks a laugh. "Baby, I found this outside on your furnace! I'm not going to beg for you to stay, but what the hell is this?"

Your forehead furrows. "What? I wouldn't."

"If it's not yours and it's not mine, then whose is it?"

"I don't know! Alex, I wouldn't—I never even thought about breaking up," you insist. "Why would I lie about that?"

After scrutinizing your stricken expression, his relief comes in waves. He sinks into your couch, hands rubbing at his face.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just—" He laughs again, the sound mostly air. "Yoba, that scared me. If someone left this here as a prank, I'm hunting them down tonight." He lifts his head to look at you and opens his arms. "Can you come over here?"

You wrinkle your nose. "I'm gross."

"You could be playing in mud with your pigs, and I'd still jump in."

With a roll of your eyes, you hop over to curl into his side and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You stink, but so does he after a good workout. Now that he thinks about it, he's still in his gym clothes.

"You scared me, too," you tell him, gaze trained on the table. "Not the best thing to see on a Friday afternoon. But now I want to know whose this is. Did you check it for clues?"

"Didn't bother. Thought it was yours." His arm around your waist tightens as you lean forward. "Does it matter?"

But that doesn't stop you. You have the bouquet in your lap now, prying at the blackened ribbon and wrapping. "Look at this," you say, holding it between two fingers. "The ribbon isn't blue, and Pierre always uses blue. The wrap is pretty much disintegrated, but this corner—he always puts his store brand." You suck in a breath. "Oh, duh! Where did you say you found this?"

"The furnaces right outside by the workbench."

"Okay, so mystery solved. This is mine, but not in the way you think."

He raises an eyebrow. "Explain. Don't say you're breaking up with a secret partner because I don't think I can handle a second shock right now."

"I made a wildflower bouquet to put on Grandpa's grave a few days ago, but I totally forgot where I put it, so I made a second one. This one must've been the one I misplaced."

He blinks. "How the hell did you not notice it since?"

"I came back from Ginger Island yesterday and went to sleep right after dinner! The flowers must've wilted from the furnace heat."

"You," he says slowly, pinching your cheek and ignoring your squeak, "are the absolute worst. I can't believe you nearly broke my heart and it turned out to be a whoopsie."

[fox-the-artist-fruit-canid]

Tears of a broken promise

They were currently at the port they were reunited to say goodbye to eachother before they go into their respective misions,the ambience was tense in betwen the two o them they hadn´t talked since the discussion that they had last night.

He was nervous not dearing to speak as he waited for his elder brother to at least say something not receiving any answer he was going to speak,when suddenly a warm embrace took him by surprise.

The elder one was hugging him tighly almost making him suffocate hiting a bit his older brothers back to idicate that it was enough to wich he let go letting him breathe.

''what got to you so suddenly?''

He asked looking to his brother who to his surprise had a warm but wide smile in his face smile he hadn't seen in a really long time,not since their other family members passed away.

''im just a bit happier than this last days thats all''

Said the older before ruffling his fluff or rather hair making him chuckle he hadn´t seen him this energic and overall happy since a long while it almost felt off,but he wasn´t going to question it at least not now.

''if you say so''

Claimed the younger one as he just stared at his old brother hearing a 'ejem' coming from behind him looking at a certain masked irken that came with him just to make sure he didn't lated much.

''are you two done over there?''

Questioned the masked one looking at them with a deadpan expresion that could be senced troughout the plastic mask.

Both looked at eachother him looking more melancholic felling like he should say something but his brother moved before he could say something,moving towards the masked irken who looked a bit paniked at the sudden aproach.

''what are you-hmph!''

He had almost no time of reaction before he was hugged with such force he was even lifted off the floor hitting the taller one´s back to indicate he was suffocating under his grasp,the older one let go afther laughing abit as the other recovered from the bear hug.

The older one really had no reason to do that but he still did,the younger one weanwhile also laughed at this scene looking as the masked irken recovering and sending a dead stare at his brother as if they were enemies to wich his brother only smirked amused.

''Mis hurry up! we have to go!''

Soon the taller one was called an female irken with a lizard like apearence was calling him to come as she moved some samll metalic boxes inside the spceship.

''thats my call…looks like is time to say goodbye''

Said the taller one as the other two noded,he smiled at them before going for another hug,strange comming of him that he was very touchy that day since he usually disliked fisical touch.

This time he hugged both of them softly in diference to before,the younger one corresponded aswell as the masked one afther a couple of seconds.

''take care you two,ok?''

Was what he said before letting go off them,he patted both of their heads a bit to the disgust off he masked one who pushed his hand grumbling to wich the taller one only giggled.

''MIS!''

The taller one was going to say something but the angry scream of the irken of before made him jump and turn around to shout aswell.

''coming!''

An unamed planet were irk had an still operating investigation center or that was till they sent an almost screaming help mensage to the central,so a small rescue team was sent in case it was a trap.

he waved at them as he was leaving smiling brigtly,both waved back,the younger one left things unsaid but if they saw again maybe they could talk it out,but he couldn´t help but have a bad felling about this.

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They had been traveling since a couple days now,the travel was about to end as they were aproaching the destination.

The rescue was more regarding the investigation that was on that rather small investigation center of the desertic planet than to rescue the investigators and scientist of the place.

Cruel maybe,but at this point they couldn´t risk it this was one of the last investigation centers hidden away and that was far away from irk and wich was still accesible.

The rescue team consisted of 5 memebers 2 elite pilots,an mechanic,an exterminator and a rebelious xeltrian,quite a weird combination if things had to be said.

Once they were on close proximity off the planet they were warned by the pilots as a call to be ready for the landing were their mission will start.

They landed safely afther that,once on the sanded ground of the planet he felt an rather agonaizing pinch on his neck almost like it was a burning red needle being puntured on his neck.

It wasn´t the first time he felt that kind of pain that came associated with the fact of now being part of the xeltrian hive mind,but he thought this signal probably came from amber the xeltrian that was with them.

But due to no signal of life outside it was obvious something went wrong and they had no time left and due to the abcent of any form of ship they probably escaped given the oportunity or the one´s that could.

Soon he learned he was wrong in thinking the signal came from amber.

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They aproached to the base prepared for the worst since once close they could see the base rather dismanteled like they tried to get everything to get out of the planet as fast as posible.

Ignoring this they decided to enter the base looking around in watch of survivors for now only finding corpses some under fallen debry,something truly went wrong in there.

Once they reached the center and most important part of the investigation center they found with horror that everything was destroyed leaving nothing of research behind everything was destroyed.

He couldn´t help but curse under his breath as he saw this mass destruccion and bodys of all the scientist and researchers being trown everywhere some even hanging above their heads.

All their reasearch was gone but maybe there were still something to save,as they started to look around in watch of something they could save they had no clue they weren´t alone in fact being watched.

Saeri his cousin and the mechanic of the team soon in one of the corpses found an ipad that was mayorly intact only having a cracked screen.

''hey! found something''

''what is it?''

''its an ipad it has the screen cracked but it seems intact''

''good…if we can´t find anything else we'll take that and leave''

Was their converstion as he still looked for anything else they could safe meanwhile amber guarded atentive to any sort of danger.

As saeri got the ipad out of the body´s hands a sudden but low growl only him and amber heard made act of presence they got pale as they also received a transmission trhough their flagella.

They weren´t abble to warn saeri before a rank 4 xeltrian ran straiaght towards her,even if saeri reacted fast and shielded herself with an arm,what she didn´t take in count was that the xeltrian riped a part of her arm off.

She let out a loud pained scream as she fell to the ground with only a part of her now dislocated arm left as the other one was being swalowed by the monster known by the name the silent death.

Amber attacked knocking off balnce the rather more small xeltrain in coparicion taking saeri in her arms and runing being followed by him short afther since he had to make sure they had a way to distract that beast.

He closed doors and halls to try and slow down the rank 4 who started following them opening and opening gate afther gate and door afther door with only brute force.

Amber and saeri ran out fisrt being followed by mis who had closed the principal gate of the base which was more resistent and will take a while to destroy.

''someone has to distract it''

Said amber kinda the obvious somethng had to entertrain the rank 4 so that the others could go safely back to irk.

''im going to,i know how…''

Sighted mis prepared to sacrifice himself for the safety of the others,upon hearing this saeri tried to go down of amber´s arms but amber hold on tight.

''no! were not letting you here!''

''…it´s the only way…im sorry…''

Were mis words with a heavy heart as he loocked at the gate as shounds of broken metal were heard from the inside of the base.

''amber go now the rank 4 won´t late that much on reaching and breking the frontal gate…''

Amber only noded as saeri was still triying to get of her arms as this happened,amber started runing with saeri on her arms going far quickly.

''NO! MIS!''

Was the onle thing he could hear saeri sayas they went away sighting a bit sad,he took out his weapon and shot it staright onto the floor on a specific place.

He could hear a 'pip!' come from the sand as the floor now iluminated with tiny blue doted lights that blinked quickly making some sort of patern.

Now his gaze was taken quickly by the sound of the frontal gate being hit repeadly with extreme strenght being slowly but surely open seing as the blades of the rank 4 pierced the door.

His heart rate was speeding up fast almost feeling as if his heart will jump of his chest knowing the iminent death aproaching not by the rank 4 itself but by the mines he just activated.

The inside of his head was a disaster full of thoughts,regrets,with fond and bad memories,feelings and emotions,as he most likely was seing his life pass before his eyes.

Even if he didn´t realice at first due to feeling numb his shaking legs betrayed him making him fall on his knees being unable to get up,he experienced this kind of fear before and he didn´t like it in the bare minimum.

In his trys to calm down he inhaled and exahaled all the air in his body,now a bit more prepared his flagella wen out transmiting a signal to amber before starting a soft signal to the rank 4.

Said rank 4 went out trowing the gate down and finally coming out with a blood chiling roar,he walked out slowly now facing him it´s eyes full of hunger and anger,it growled at him as it received the signal he was sending.

Both looked at each other eye to eye with a firce glare,but one of their gazes softens and looks lost into the void of the sunrising sky.

He was sorry,really sorry,he once again broke the promise he made to her sister before she departed that he would be there for his brothers.

Now he was about to leave this world wich meant leaving take his only alive brother left behind…

Bitter tears fell off his face as he forced a smile into his facial expresion,he was sorry for everything he was sorry for absolutly everything,he was sorry…

At the sound off a last 'pip!' from the mines,the rank 4 charged at all its speed preparing its claws to decapiatate him,he was ready.

''saeri!''

afther that it all turned white.

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They were close to reaching the ship in fact she could see it from a distance,saeri wasn´t cooperative still trying to jump off her arms and finally being abble to when she stoped runing when a transmision hit her

''we have to go back!''

''saeri no!''

''we can´t leave him! not like this!''

''saeri he´s gone!''

She stops her path upon hearing this slowly turning towards her,saeris face was covered in tears that rolled down her face non stop.

''i know…yet we have to try…''

Before she could continue walking or letting her answer something a loud boom was heard from the distance both seing a fire and smoke structure formed in the distance were the investiation center used to be.

She acted fast runing towards saeri and tackled herto the floor using her body as a shield in counter of the electromacnetic shockwave that followed.

But as spectated nothing just nothing,a great pair of metters they found the dead body of the rank 4 complitly destroyed and in another couple of meters they found the only thing left of him.

Once done they watched in horror as there was nothing but smoke left the truth making itself evident it was all nothing more than ashes now.

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As they were back they watched for anything that could signal he had survived somehow,this hope being unrealistic and nothing more than a dream.

His PAK was still mildly intact but it was unfunctional completly shut down,upon this decovery a pained and deep in sorrow scream from saeri was heard meters away as bitter tears fell from both off their faces.

''making a hole in the floor wont make them come back faster…''

He truly was gone.

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Back on irk he awaited kinda inpatient walking left and right as he awaited for the ship to return at the port,yet he wasn´t alone like last time being acompained by his masked companion.

''i know,i know,im just nervous''

Was their short conversation as the awaited moment finally arrived the ship in were his brother and cousin departed had arrived afther a week since he returned to irk.

He went as close as posible waiting impatient hoping to see his brother again seing as the ship landed waiting as the ship now opened its gate to let the tripulation out.

Saeri was the first to come out tho she looked lost in thought her eyes being abscent of any kind of shine and most importantly he noticed that a piece of her arm was missing.

He worried upon seing this something must have went wrong he didn´t hecitate any longer and sproached her almost triping onto his own feet.

''saeri!''

''take…?''

Saeri raised her head off the floor to see him noticing the others cast on his arm wich meant it was broken,she worried upon seing this tho she lowered her gaze again.

''saeri! wha…what happened?…your arm…''

''it was ripped off…''

Was her simple answer that make him worry even more he didn´t said a word just staring at her with worry.

''what happened to yours?''

''it was just an accident nothing to worry…''

She was going to talk when upon the sound of movement he got distracted looking inside the ship in watch for his brother seing the pilots come out and later on amber who hold something in her arms but no clue of his brother were abouts.

''were´s mis…?''

The question saeri was fearing to come was made she only stared at the side blinking fast as if she was triying to contain her tears thing wich confused him.

''he´s gone…''

Was amber´s short but certain answer,upon this revelation he was taken aback quite not beliving what he just heard.

''what…?''

''he is gone take….he is dead…''

He went pale breathing heavily while bitter tears of remorse and frustration started producing in his eyes,he was going to say something until he saw that what amber was the only remain of his brother being his now unfuntioning PAK.

Silent decorated with a face of authentic horor and tears of complete and uter pain feel down his face,his legs failed him falling to his knees.

His cousin followed him kneeling down in front of him and hugging him gently while she also started criying in join to him.

''im so sorry…im really sorry…''

''no…''

Were her words as he finaly broke down crying his heart out while he hugged her back as they both cry amber holds her tears.

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Meanwhile at the conmosion his masked companion comes closer noticing the scene not quite understanding what was happening until he notices the object in ambers hands realization hitting quick.

But despite none of them knowing someone watches this being mis or rather his soul who looks with eyes full of sadness repeating words of sorry no one can hear as tears run down its face.

Was all he could muster felling his troath dry and closing a bit out of nowhere knowing perfectly the reason as his eyes start to feel anoyed by something aswell,he clenches his fist as a form to mantain composure.

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As bitternes and grief revolved in the ambience people observes the whole thing uravel without interrupting.

'at the rise of a new sunrise a hero says goodbye…'

Says a female voice to it´s left wich happened to be his mothers soul voice she also looked sad but she wasn´t as emotional as him.

'it´s time to go back…'

Upon hearing this he sighs and cleans his tears and nods taking a last glance again saying an apology before they both depart into the horizon.

[nirikeehan]

Happy Fridayyy~ For DADWC: "DAY 23: presumed dead" ;-;

HI GIN THANK YOU. I got Thalia x Saeris on the brain again so here, have some pain.

Thalia and Dorian discuss the loss(?) of a certain elven scout for @dadrunkwriting

WC: 667

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“Word for you, ser,” says the requisitions officer, handing Thalia a missive. 

She takes it, unrolls the parchment, reads the words. Then reads them again. The third time, the ink starts to blur together in her vision.

“This can’t be right,” she whispers. 

It says her scout, Saeris Lavellan, was ambushed with his team by a group of Freedmen. None were presumed to have survived. Her mouth feels dry and sticky. 

She leaves the camp, sits on a log, and stares out over the leafy expanse of the Emerald Graves, the missive clutched in her hand. 

Dorian finds her there, some time later. 

“Sovereign for your thoughts,” he says, stepping over the log with long legs and settling beside her. 

Thalia swallows hard and looks down. “It’s nothing.” 

“Ah, yes. Getting a letter, going white, and then disappearing for hours certainly implies it’s nothing.” Dorian adjusts himself, dusts a bit of pollen off one shoulder. “Beautiful place, these Graves, but I’m being eaten alive by mosquitos. Maker, do I hate the South.” 

She can tell he’s trying to get a laugh out of her, but she can only manage a pained smile. “Do you remember one of our scouts? Saeris?”

“The elf with the great hair?” 

Thalia snorts. “That’s the one.” 

“Only in passing. I’m not sure we ever talked. But he cut a striking figure, so I confess he does stand out in my memory.” Dorian narrows his eyes at her. “What about him?” 

The words stick in Thalia’s throat. “He’s dead.” 

“Ah.” Dorian shifts his weight. “That’s too bad.” 

Too bad. Is that really all it is? She crumbles the parchment tighter in one fist. “He’s, um. He was nice to me. I liked his bird.” She sounds like an idiot. She inhales sharply, fighting an onslaught of tears. 

Dorian peers at her, surprised. “Sounds like it was a touch more than that, perhaps?” 

“Yeah. Maybe.” They had kissed once, while camping together in the forests outside Crestwood, when she was brooding over the mistakes she’d made with Blackwall. She agonized over that kiss afterward, worried it was too forward of her, too stupid for her to jump at the first man to be kind to her since the warden. That maybe it would be too strange to continue, her as a highborn lady and Saeris as a representative of the Dalish. But she’d wanted to, maybe, once time permitted. Once her responsibilities cleared out, and she could think about it logically. 

And now it was too late. 

“The Freedmen,” she says, with a sniffle and a scoff. “They’re just some desperate rabble-rousers. That’s hardly a fitting end.” 

Dorian watches her with a heavy expression. “I am not sure any end is fitting, when it comes down to it. It’s always too little, too soon. You always think there will be more time.” He’s looking past her now, into the rustling foliage. Thalia swallows, remembering that Dorian has ghosts of his own, ones that follow him in his quest to aid the Inquisition. 

She sighs, wiping at her eye with a knuckle. “They didn’t even find his body.” There was a grim poetical quality to it, that Saeris should be lost in a land named for the slaughter of his ancestors. 

Dorian puts a hand on her shoulder. “Come now. It doesn’t do to dwell on the gruesome details. Return to camp with me and we can toast to his memory.” 

Thalia raises an eyebrow. “You’ve brought alcohol with you?”

“When am I ever without it?” Dorian grins. “A nice Minrathous red I’ve been saving for a special occasion, ever since I bribed the quartermaster to obtain it.” 

Thalia snorts in spite of herself. 

Dorian nods. “I think now could not be a finer time to drink it.” 

 He leads her through the gathering dusk by the elbow. Thalia stuffs the missive in the pocket of her trousers. She’ll pull it out from time to time in the future, read it over again, and wonder. 

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

Does anyone remember what the LL MC was for each route? I have completely forgotten and I can't find it anywhere.

So far I know Reiner (DOPPELGANGER), Iseul (CLONE), Saerys (SOUL FRAGMENT), and Alain (REINCARNATION) but I don't remember the other three

[rosella-writes]

lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

I'm so happy to have had the chance to write @oxygenforthewicked's beloved Saeris for the DAFF Discord’s Annual OC Swap this year. 💚 Saeris Lavellan is their OC and you can find out more about him here.

Rating: Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 6,648 (complete)

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Relationship: Inquisitor (Dragon Age)/Original Character(s), Nonbinary Lavellan/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Saeris Lavellan, Virelan Iralen (Companion!Virelan AU)

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Feelings Realization, Inquisitor as a Companion, Nonbinary Character, First Kiss, Warrior Lavellan (Dragon Age), Original Character-centric, The Winter Palace (Dragon Age), Sex in the Winter Palace (Dragon Age), Romantic Fluff, Romantic Friendship, Gift Giving, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Woman on Top, Sharing a Bed, Beds

DAFF tag list: @warpedlegacy  | @rakshadow  | @effelants | @bluewren | @breninarthur | @ar-lath-ma-cully | @theluckywizard | @nirikeehan 

[ogradyfilm]

Recently Viewed – Mondays: See You “This” Week!

[The following review contains MINOR SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

Back in 2020, Beyond the Infinite Two Minutes—Junta Yamaguchi’s immaculately structured single-take extravaganza—set a new standard for time loop stories. While Ryo Takebayashi’s Mondays: See You “This” Week! isn’t quite as stylistically accomplished, it’s still a magnificently crafted comedy.

The plot revolves around a group of exhausted office workers gradually realizing that their shared feelings of déjà vu aren’t merely the result of crunch-induced stress, anxiety, and fatigue; they actually are repeating the same week over and over again. Despite her desperation to break the cycle, however, our central protagonist—an ambitious middle manager who is always looking towards future job prospects—also wants to take advantage of the bizarre situation in order to really refine and perfect the company’s latest advertising campaign; after all, it isn’t often that somebody in her position is handed a literal second (and third, and fourth, and twentieth) chance—the golden opportunity to revise one’s mistakes, no strings attached. The razor-sharp satire doesn’t stop with this biting commentary on the need for a healthy work-life balance, either. Our heroes, for example, are so deeply entrenched in corporate culture that they approach the supernatural conflict as they would any other project: by “running it up the ladder,” with each character that discovers the temporal anomaly subsequently bringing it to the attention of his or her immediate superior only.

Although the tight script (credited to Takebayashi and Saeri Natsuo) undoubtedly establishes the movie’s zany tone, the editing is equally integral to its sense of humor. As in Edgar Wright’s Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, and Baby Driver, every cut is deliberate and purposeful, creating an almost musical rhythm. The superb sound design reinforces this punchy pacing, with such ambient noises as the incessant buzz of ringing cell phones, the monotonous clickety-clack of keyboards, and the sudden thud of a pigeon crashing into a windowpane punctuating the rapid-fire jokes like exclamation points.

Irreverent, whimsical, and effortlessly entertaining, Mondays is yet another one of those films that epitomizes the quintessential festival experience. What a marvelous way to conclude the most consistently satisfying edition of Japan Cuts to date!*

*Of those that I have personally attended, at least.

[bastart13]

What's the game you're making? What's the premise?

Love and Legends is a fantasy isekai dating sim, originally written for and produced for the Lovestruck app. The app shut down a few years ago, and though the game is archived in videos here (x) I wanted to give remaking it a shot.

The premise is that one day, the MC has just got out of work, only to be struck by lightning and teleported to a fantasy world of knights, elves, fairies... and evil queens. And turns out she looks just like the evil queen, the one killed three years prior. People in the world either want her in a dungeon or to restart war as their despotic overlord and she has to learn to navigate the world, chosing someone to stay by her side.

There are seven love interests:

Lord Reiner Wolfson - A second-born son of the former leader of his domain, forced to become leader after his family died fighting the Witch Queen. A kind, considerate leader with a love of bad jokes, prepared to but the weight of the world on his shoulders to protect what remains of his loved ones.

Altea Bellerose - A young, gifted wizard who's devoted most of her life to refining her art and fighting for justice. She's deeply curious, quick-witted, and determined to prove herself against those who might dismiss her.

Prince Iseul Idreis - An elven prince with a family history with Reiner's, who served him in war and now takes time to enjoy the peacetime. Laid-back and sharp-tongued, he seems to take nothing too seriously but cares deeply for his friends.

Saerys - The last known demon after the Witch Queen launched a brutal extermination of his people. Isolated and marked, he struggles to find his place in the world. As much as he loves and trusts his allies, he does not believe he has a place among them.

Sir August Falke - Reiner's most loyal knight and fiercely protective of their won peace. He does not allow any threat to pass, even if it leaves him a little uptight. Taking care of his beloved noble steed, Wyndsor Royale, shows off a softer side to him.

General Helena Klein - The Witch Queen's general, former lover, and apprentice, Helena's gift with magic breaks bounds. Though she has a long, dark history of pain, even when she thought it might be love, she hopes for a way to escape.

General Alain Richter - The Witch Queen's longest-standing general and oldest friend, he followed her down an evil path, sowing pain whenever she commanded it, he wants nothing more than to return to a time where he and his love find peace together.

The writing is overall very impressive, with a strong sense of character chemistry and dialogue. There's a lot of variety between the characters and routes, each following a unique story with variations on the world's lore. The MC is a surprisingly strong character in her own right, allowing interesting dynamics between her and the love interests rather than a default.

[exalted-dawn]

Big OC collab I did a while ago for the DAFF server, where all of our OCs meet in an interdimensional tavern and vibe :3 pictured below, from left to right:

Siobhan Hawke ( @inquisimer ), Virelan Lavellan ( @rosella-writes ), Pravin Talavera ( @monocytogenes ), Ixchel Lavellan ( @dreadfutures ), Thalia Trevelyan ( @nirikeehan ), An’da ( @about2dance ), Amaryllis Lavellan ( @arlathmacully ), Talenna (MY QUEEN MY WIFE), Connor Trevelyan ( @plisuu ), Moira Amell ( @effelants ), and Saeris Lavellan + Efa ( @oxygenforthewicked )

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @oxygenforthewicked  |  AO3: Oxygenforthewicked

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

10 Reasons Why Rift Hopping Is Probably Hazardous to Your Health (Hint: Cassandra Is One of Them)

Gin and Dema talk process, inspiration, and what to do when a character kicks down your door

Dema: Since this is a Big Bang I'll start there: have you done one before? If you have, what made you want to do it again? If not: what made you wanna give it a go? 

Gin: I've considered being a part of a Big Bang event before but I haven't actually done one yet. However, after seeing all of the fics and artwork that came out of other bangs last year, I got a better feel for it and decided I wanted to give it a try!

Dema: So exciting! Are you finding that this process feels different from how you usually write?

Gin: Not really, honestly. I've done NaNoWriMo in the past, and this feels similar in terms of working towards a set goal. I think the big difference (and better difference, honestly) is that this is much more community-centered, and the goal is to finish the project instead of just reaching a word count minimum. That in and of itself is a really refreshing new challenge.

Dema: When you tackle a project like this, what does that look like for you?

Gin: Usually I like to prepare a concept/vague outline first, write out in more detail the major plot points, create a mood playlist, and just start writing! I do tend to carve out time for writing, too, as that helps me focus better.

Dema: How much time do you feel like you need in a chunk? (Me, interviewing: “So, writing. How Do You Do It. AND WHY??)

Gin: It depends. Sometimes I can write for several consecutive hours, other times my brain can only handle about thirty minutes. Either way, I know that as long as I get words on the page, I'm making progress! But creativity isn't something that can be forced, so if the words just aren't coming out, I'll take a break for a while and refresh my brain by reading a book or watching something. Once my creative battery is full again, I can knock out a huge chunk of the project, and that usually feels so much better than trying to strongarm my brain into getting words out.

Dema: Is there something you are reading or watching right now that is providing particular inspiration? Or if not inspiration, rejuvenation?

Gin: Yes, actually! I'm currently reading A Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss, and it's been giving me all sorts of good inspiration.

Dema: Oh yes! I love that book. Is there anything in particular about it that's scratching the itch?

Gin: The lore and worldbuilding are both so interesting, but I'm also just very invested in the characters. This series so far has done a great job of creating a rich world with fleshed-out characters, an intricate magic system, and I love the complexity of the relationships. (In short, all of it!) 

Dema: Hard agree, I love those complicated characters and dynamics. Speaking of characters, when you're crafting an OC, what's your starting point? What was the spark that birthed Saeris, if you want to be more specific?

Gin: Most of the time, it's a picture or a song that sparks the initial concept. But there are other times when OCs kick down the door in my head and decide that they live there rent-free. Saeris was one of those characters. Admittedly, I did intend on creating Saeris for a specific project after reading The Horror of Hormak, but he was supposed to be a minor character that I was going to write once and never write again after that. (Boy was I wrong.) But what really sparked the inspiration for him was a photo I found while looking up references for gray eyes. The vibe of that photo just seemed like it fit him so well that his entire character quickly started unfolding bit by bit after that. I chose a name for him, a class, and all of it snowballed until he became my most fleshed-out character (and my favorite).

Dema: How long ago was that?

Gin: April 2022

Dema: Awwww! He’s two! 

Gin: LOL! It was when the event I was writing him for took place. 

Dema: I will not ask you if your Bang fic involves Saeris because I do not want to pry any spoilers from you, but thank you for your click-bait title and for your interview! Gin: Sounds good! And thank you!! It was very fun chatting.

[saerins]

Okay I started to feel bad for you now with sae suffering🥲

Anyways! I am really interested in your opinion about Sae! Likeee What makes him your favorite character of all time? And if you could do/tell anything to sae, what would you do/say?

Nauurrr cause I always love how your writing about Sae was somehow fits the canon one and it just HEHHDUDHDHDFHHDH chef kiss😔😔🤌🤌✨ (CAUSE I RLLY WANT TO TALK ABT SAE WITH SOMEONE OF HOW PERFECT MAN HE WAS 🗣️☝🔥)

And I'm sorry if I pressure you abt sae suffering TT, i just find it funny but ye it's not anymore🥲

-🦈

it’s ok don’t feel bad !! i’m actually laughing at you guys’ comments it’s so funny whenever i receive a sae-ffering ask :’) it’s fun so don’t worry <3

ok whew saeri lore time ! hahaha but i’ll be honest, i can’t remember when i started liking him 😭 when i was an anime only, my #1 was rin heh but the moment i read the manga i was HOOKED on sae. like, i veer a lot towards “good intentions but misunderstood” guys :’) and he’s so unashamedly himself and isn’t afraid to say what he wants ugh so commanding it’s sexy !!! & wow it i could do/say anything to him i kinda just wanna ruffle his hair and feel how soft it is <3

and IWOWLW thank you !! pls you can talk about sae to me anytime about anything because i also need someone to listen to me spouting nonsense about my man !!! *_*

[ssaeri]

for your eyes only

☆ tags: elliott x gn!reader, elliott and farmer are married, he writes love poems for his spouse and is told to monetize them, oh boy is he not happy about that ☆

You pat your pig's backside encouragingly and coo as it digs its snout into the ground, unearthing yet another truffle that you add to your basket. Can't believe you were worried about this one being the runt of its litter—it's quickly proving to be one of the fastest learners, taking to truffle hunting like a duck to water. It'll do just fine with the rest of the adult pigs.

Taking care of the farm by yourself has always been a gargantuan task, but as the years go by, everything grows bigger—the coops, the barns, the ponds, the crops, the expectations—and exhaustion wears you down to the bone. You sigh and push to your feet, ready to head into the nearest coop to collect more eggs. Collect animal products, drop them into churning machines, harvest and sell. It feels like the cycle never ends. Against your neck, the small mermaid's pendant slides on its chain, another reminder of your absent husband. An extra pair of helping hands made the daily work light; you wonder if it's selfish to ask him to stay home more often.

"I know, I know," you say to your angry chickens once you open the door. You miss your husband, but these girls like to remind you that they miss him more. "He'll be home soon. Bear with me, okay?"

After giving each of them pats on the head, a motion they accept with reluctance, you dig around the hay for eggs. The large chicken and dinosaur eggs are easy to spot, but for the delicate duck eggs, you prod every corner with your fingers until you come across something warm and smooth. You push away your hens as they peck at your hands. The ducks are fine with you. The chickens, however...how in the world did Elliott win them over?

Outside, your dog barks. A single warning to the intruder before the tone shifts into excitement. Someone familiar, then. Maybe Marnie is stopping by to give you some hay like she mentioned last night. With winter approaching, any addition to your reserves is appreciated, and you're already wiping your hands on your overalls to greet her.

"Hey, Marnie! I'm just in here—"

You stop in your tracks when the visitor raises his head, though he's not exactly a visitor. Elliott smiles as you draw close, ignoring the horde of chickens now lining the fence for his attention. Their wings flap, clucking loudly as they hit each other.

"Good morning, my love," he says over the noise, as if it really is the start to a normal day. His thumb reaches out to rub at a dirt smudge on your cheek. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Just some leftovers and coffee," you reply, dazed. Your husband tends to have that effect, and after two weeks apart, you feel it more than ever. You lean into his touch, comforting against your wind-blown skin. "I thought you were coming home tomorrow?"

"I decided to come back early. The office didn't need me today, anyway."

"You should've messaged me! I would've picked you up at the train station," you say. Behind him sits his traveling suitcase, the wheels speckled with mud from being dragged through the road. He steps in front of it. "Why don't you go get unpacked? I'll be done soon."

He leans his elbows onto the fence, tilting his head until his fiery hair spills over one shoulder. "You're rather quick to dismiss my presence. If I didn't know better, I'd say that you're unhappy to see me," he says, though his words hold no accusation. It's merely a way to boost his ego when you reassure him. After all, you practically radiate by his side. "Would you like me to help?"

You glance at the dress shoes, the slacks, the spotless cardigan that he's already shrugging off to reveal a clean pressed button-down. Not exactly farm-friendly attire. "No, I'll be alright by myself."

"I could go change really quickly," he offers in a suspicious rush.

You search his expression then, and underneath the joy of being back, there's...something. You squint, unable to make it out. Sure, he must've missed you, but this feels like it runs deeper than that. When you give him a nod, he hurries towards the house, your dog chasing and barking at his heels. True to his word, he's back in minutes.

The chickens are much more cooperative now, and you roll your eyes at how they parade around your husband. They even hop around the coop, showing him where they've hidden their eggs from your intrusive searching.

"Thank you, dearies," he says to the hens. You swear they swoon.

"A real heart breaker," you deadpan. "Have you told them you're married?"

He chuckles, taking your hand as you move into the barns next door. While you lay out new hay on the feeding bench, he unhooks the stools and milk pails and sets them on either side of the door. It's hard to believe that just a few months ago he barely knew how to approach your animals, let alone help you with the chores.

He whistles lowly, and the first cow trudges to his station, ready to be milked. You get settled at your own station. One of the newer goats skids to the front of the line, eager to be let outside. It's not quiet in the barn—it never is, not with twelve grown animals waiting for their turn—but when you call Elliott's name, he looks at you. His ponytail needs to be retied.

"So why'd you come home early?" The young adult goats don't have much milk, just enough for a small container. You pat its hind leg, and it runs into the crisp autumn air with an excited bleat.

"I missed the atmosphere of our farm. The fresh air of the valley is good for my creative soul, unlike the bustle of Zuzu City."

You only raise your eyebrows, and he sighs from your all-knowing gaze.

"You read me a little too well, my love."

"I sure hope so, after all this time together. Did something happen at the office?"

Since the release of his last collection of short stories, he's been invited to the city more often for author-related events. This latest stint, running a series of writing workshops in partnership with Zuzu University and the local community, was organized by his agent in hopes of bigger opportunities. Maybe even a guest lecturer contract, they've said on more than one occasion, though Elliott refuses to be apart from you for too long.

Elliott gives another sigh. "Something like that. I just...it was admittedly negligence on my part. I was in the middle of writing you another letter when someone required my presence down the hall. I thought that it'd be a quick matter, so I didn't clear my desk. But apparently one of the secretaries came looking for me while I was out."

"Did they read...?" You wrinkle your nose, knowing how private Elliott is about his unpolished work. He's even more private about what he writes for your eyes only. "I'm sure they were embarrassed."

"That's what bothers me the most! She had the audacity to bring it up in front of everyone when we had a meeting, even quoted a few lines—"

The cow groans as he moves particularly rough. He gives it an apologetic scratch under the chin.

"So for the past two days, everyone has been trying to talk me into releasing a collection of love poems, which I would have no issues with if it didn't stem from such a personal...I mean, the poems were addressed to my muse, and when I explained that it was you, they said that was even better. Something about how the romance will really sell." He frowns. "I like being able to support myself—contribute to our funds, you know—with my writing, but it's not...a commodity. I'm allowed to make art for the sake of making art."

His forehead is furrowed, and you would reach out to ease the frustration if your hands weren't busy.

"What's your plan now?"

He scoffs. "There's no plan regarding that. I completely refuse. It's quite insulting, in fact, the idea that I'd put my love on display for a paycheck."

It's relieving, you have to admit. Even after getting a taste of success, your husband remains the same person you said your vows to. The same romantic who holds you in such high esteem. There's so many emotions—namely affection—swirling in your chest, but you're not the writer so all you manage is a simple Okay.

"Okay," you say again for good measure, but he must understand you because his expression smooths. "So what do you want for lunch?"

[fox-the-artist-fruit-canid]

Incorrect quotes i found with a generator but i modified them a bit

<<<

Mis: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Toxik : You’re way too obbsesive to have enemies left.

Mis: You don’t know about that.

<<<

Saeri : You know what’s funny about Mis? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

<<<

Toxik : Kill me nowwwww.

Mis: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my "business".

<<<

Mis: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Toxik : Wrong. I look like a cool announcer who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Mis: I think I need a hug...

Saeri : Good thing I'm hug shaped!

*45 minutes later*

Mis: You... you can let go now.

Saeri : No, I absolutely cannot.

>>>

Mis: Saeri, you were so wasted last night.

Saeri: I wasn't that drunk!

Mis: ...You called a taxi home.

Saeri: Yeah! It's called being responsible!

Mis: The party was at our house.

Saeri: ...Crap.

<<<

Young Saeri: The academy sucks.

Sira: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.

Young Saeri: What are jobs like?

Sira: They suck.

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Saeri: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail.

Mis: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

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Toxik: That sounds like a terrible plan.

Mis & Saeri: Oh, we've had worse.

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Mis: Slash gamemode creative.

Saeri: Dude, this isn't Min-

Mis: *starts levitating*

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Mis: Can I ask you for a favor?

Saeri: I would literally die for you, but continue.

Mis: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.

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Y: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

Mis: ...

Mis: What a stupid fucking quote.

Mis: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.

<<<

Toxik: Mis, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

Mis: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

<<<

Xeltrians : we need life advice.

Irkens, sipping soda and eating fundip : You came to the right spicies.

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Irkens: Here are two pictures. One of them is your society, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which?

Xeltrians : ...

Xeltrians : This one is the dumpster.

Irkens: They’re both your society.

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Ninf : So jellyshish-

Nix, laughing : JELLYSHISH!?

Ninf : You know what I meant!

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Nix : Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Ninf : But we are a vegan.

Nix : Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

<<<

FFPO Sai/young mis : I hate you.

FFPO Kira/young saeri : Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

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Arax : "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."

Mis: Opposite over hypotenuse.

Mis: Dipshit.

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Have some of my own addition :D

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Toxik: who is it?.

*sees two known shining eyes in the dark he reconize very well,and starts criying histerically*

Toxik: what are you doing in my house...? *sob*

Toxik: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?

*a siniester sharp toothed smile apears in the dark*

Mis: I.Want.A.Help with my sons.

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Mis: now kids, be good and don't give trouble to your uncles alright?

His 6 kids : ok! bye dad! We will miss you.

*mis stares at saeri and toxik, him being obligated to come*

Mis: and you two be careful

Saeri:don't worry will be just fineeee

*mis semi closes his eyes in suspicion before living and closing the door behind him*

*The 6 slowly turn arround to see them now their eyes are glowing and have wide sharp toothed smiles and a aura of dread coming from them*

Artis: welcome to hell motherf*ckers

Saeri & toxik: *look at each other in fear knowing well their fate*

*meanwhile mis is somewhere else feeling prideful for the monsters he's raising*

Mis: *sniff* i raised them well.

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*mis appears half dead on his "business"(assassin) suit extremealy injured and bleeding onto the facility his brother team is almost knoking off the door while entering*

Mis : can someone please get me to the hospital...?

*silence is the only thing heard except for mis heavy breathing and coughing*

Mis : if you need to know my blood type is infected blue...*faints*

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Take : why did you think any of this was a good idea!?

Mis : probably becuse im a dangerous sociopath with a large history of violence.

Take : oh...

Mis : i still dont know how you keep forgetting that.

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Mis, to take : do something i was not willing to do all those years ago

Take : mhm, fullfil destiny right?

Mis : no...get some therapy

FFPO Kira : *laughing hysterically in the background*

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Saeri : grandma am i ugly...?

Sira : what nonsense,im looking at you right now and you are the most beautiful girl in the world.

*cut to mis and his father*

Mis : father am i ugly?

Viridis : very much

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Take and the other 3 FFPO brothers : umm... what you got there?

Mis, with 6 children : a coffe

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Mis : i fell into a trap! I went for a nap and now he's got me!

Range : mine...*on top of mis like a weighted blanked in the form of a common soldier xeltrian whille huging him*

Mis : yeah! i know but, nmg *tries to get free*

Range : mine *low pitch growl*

Mis : eng! *keeps triying*

Range : mine! *audible growl*

Mis : mnig!! *tries harder*

Range : MINE *audible loud growling*

Mis : *gave up triying* god dammit!

<<<

*for some reasson toxik ended in mis house afther a mission*

Toxik : im hungry

Mis : then lick that coat, you smell li a-

Toxik : grilled cheese

Mis : what?

Toxik : grill me a cheese

Mis : im not grilling you a cheese!

Toxik : *suddenly starts criying and shaking,probably for the fatigue and out of tiredness*

Mis : wh-

Toxik : *keeps sobbing histerically while shaking bonking his head lightly on his chest*

Mis : ... *sight*

Mis : oh for the brains sake!

*mis is now grilling a cheese while toxik is on the couch covered by a heavy and comfy blanket and a cup of hot tea on his hands,honey is laying peacefully on his lap*

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The tallest : oh hey-! *see oxxelus in all its glory standing straight in its almost 8 meters tall* oh...

*the tallest red procceds to look at the 5 meter tall royal council,while purple is petrified*

Tallest red : i don't now what you feed him,but he's too damm big!!

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DF au Dib : oh hey! How is it go-

The 4 xeltrians trapped and half domesticated on zims house : *rabid dog growling*

DF au Dib: AHH! Get your fucking dogs!

Mis & DF au Zim : they won't bite

DF au Dib : yes, they do!

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Take, worried for his older brother : were you going?

Mis, preparing for a mission : i don't now

FFPO Eco : at what hour will you be back?

Mis, almost finnished : im not sure

FFPO Kira : were are you going?

Mis,finaly finished : you already asked...

FFPO Sai : will you bring us something?

Mis : *sigh*...*pets their heads a bit* don't wait for me.

*then mis proceds to leave*

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Mis : we are all great failure defectives! Plus...

*mis looks to his side were the irken with a gas mask is*

Mis : toxik

*half o the present people starts laughing some hysterically even,at the unesesary dramatism,while toxik seends a death glare to the taller irken*

Mis : i like toxik becuse he donsen't mind what we are

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*mis,toxik,FFPO kira and FFPO sai are playing uno*

FFPO Sai : what is this game dude!?

Mis : *whezes and starts laughing*

FFPO Sai : are you serious!?! Gime me a green card!!

Mis : *snort! Wheze!*

FFPO Sai : WHAT. ARE .YOU. DOING!?!?

Mis : *whezing*

FFPO Sai : HOLY SHIT!!! *finally gets a green card and uses it*

Mis : *loudly laughing in bettewn whezes* oh im not doing it...im not doing it...*triying to calm down weakly speaking and strugling to recompose*

Toxik : *loudly laughing at sai's misery*

FFPO Kira : *puts a green uno reverse card on the card pile smiling showing his razor sharp teeth*

FFPO Sai, his left eye start twiching: I DONT HAVE A GREEN!!!!

Mis & Toxik : *loud skomer kettle wheeze*

Toxik : *making skeaky toy sounds as he tries to regain his breathe*

Mis : *does a deep sharp inhale,while tears of laugther fall from his eyes*

FFPO Sai : AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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Thats all i could thinked of at thr moment but i think i would do this every now and then.

Mostly when i want to bring some escenarys to life but i don't now how or don't have the energy to do so

So thats all remember to drink water and to touch grass.

Crow out.

Take and toxik are @stingerking oc's

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday!! For DADWC this week I'm absolutely enamored with the Thalia & OC option 😂 Please, I would love Thalia and Saeris going on an adventure (if you want!). I'll send two prompts just in case. But how about the prompt: "camping with friends" and "the echo of footsteps"? (Maybe a spooky vibe?)

HI GIN HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!

I thought they deserved to kiss. But there's also a cliffhanger, to leave room for more of the actual "adventure" part 😅 I hope I've done Saeris justice!

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1373

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The campfire crackled late into the evening. Thalia sat outside her tent long after the stars came out, listening to the crickets and stroking the feathers on Saeris’s bird, Efa. 

Saeris himself had been quiet most of the day. He was giving her space, she could tell. She could also tell he wore his opinions concealed not too far below the surface of his face. They were grumpy and disapproving. 

Thalia sighed. This trip — though on paper a reconnaissance mission for the Inquisition several miles due east of their outpost in Crestwood — was, at least on some level, meant to be fun. A chance for the two unlikely friends to catch up. But Thalia had been solemn and taciturn since they set out, and the Antivan elf, with his soft and handsome features turned into a frown, must know something was wrong. 

He sat nearby, letting his bird perch on her shoulder, and stared in to the flames. The fire reflected on his long, silky hair. Neither spoke for a long time. 

“I went hawking when I was young, back at my family’s estate,” Thalia offered at last — a tiny bit of small talk. “Maybe that’s why Efa has taken a shining to me.”

Saeris raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He was often quiet until something needed to be said, and one look told Thalia he knew it wasn’t hawking that was truly on her mind.

Thalia groaned. “Are you just going to give me silent judging looks all night?” 

“I’m not judging,” Saeris said flatly. Clearly judging. 

“Well, that do you want me to say?” Thalia retorted. 

“The thing that’s got you preoccupied.” Saeris’s voice remained unchanged. 

Thalia let out a sigh, her stomach turning into knots. “You’re not going to like it.”

Saeris shrugged. This was not a concern for him. She was hurting, and that was enough. Thalia was not sure if this measure of compassion was due to his cultural upbringing, Dalish or Antivan, or it was simply the way he was. She had peppered him in the past with questions about his — in her eyes — exotic origins, and he always answered truthfully enough, if somewhat bemused. 

Thalia raised her fingers for Efa to climb onto, and scooted across the blanket she’d laid out on the grass to deposit her back with her owner. The bad storms that had been passing through the area some weeks before had dissipated, leaving brilliantly clear, if chilly, nights behind. 

“It’s… well, it’s Blackwall,” Thalia said, and watched him tense. “Now you know why I didn’t want to say anything!” 

Saeris shook his head in a way that Thalia could not quite parse — he could have been angry, disappointed, exasperated. All three? Her heart thumped with shame. 

“Look,” Thalia said, “I know you don’t see eye to eye with him…”

Saeris grunted in lieu of agreeing.

“…but he’s the best knight I have,” Thalia continued. She wondered how this had turned into defending Blackwall, even as her mind swarmed about the things that had transpired between them. “No matter what happens, I don’t want to lose him.” 

Saeris took a slow breath, stroking the soft feathers on Efa’s breast. “What did he do?” 

It was more what Blackwall hadn’t done that had Thalia’s heart tied up in knots. “Well, first he invited me to the Storm Coast…”

She recounted the strange tale of the Grey Warden’s invitation, choosing to leave out the expectation on her part what exactly she’d thought Blackwall had wanted from her on that trip. She wasn’t sure why. Saeris didn’t seem the type to care much about a lady’s honor and other outdated modes of chivalry, but the thought of disclosing it suddenly made Thalia shy. Not that it mattered — Blackwall had been nothing but gentlemanly on that trip, confusing as it was. It wasn’t until their return to Skyhold that he’d appeared unannounced in her quarters, breaching all sorts of protocol, to grab her for a passionate kiss… 

Saeris’s brow lowered as she recounted this bit, as did the corners of his mouth. When she got to the part about refusing Blackwall, he nodded decisively. “Good. That was the correct thing to do. He had no right.” 

“Perhaps not,” Thalia admitted, gazing skyward to the cold stars, “but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.” 

Saeris stared into the burning embers of the campfire, his long silky hair trailing over one shoulder. He had the longest hair of any man Thalia knew, and was one of the few people she knew who also sported a tattoo on his face. Though in her understanding, the Dalish wore them by choice, unlike the mages of the Ostwick Circle. Thalia gazed at his vallaslin, seeming to glow in the firelight, and wondered what that was like — to choose. 

He noticed her looking and caught her eye. Thalia averted her gaze quickly, jolting as if burned. She felt, abruptly, both too hot and too cold. 

“I think there’s someone out there for you,” Saeris said at last. “Someone much better than Blackwall.”

Thalia swallowed thickly. Did that mean what it seemed to? Or was he just being a supportive friend? She glanced back at him; he was still watching her with his intent gaze. She wished she wasn’t so hopeless at gauging men’s intentions. She had gotten the sense that Saeris was both more worldly and more wise than her; perhaps he merely pitied her? The thought was mortifying. 

“Oh, yeah?” she shot back, perhaps a bit too brashly. “Are you volunteering?” 

Saeris’s eyes widened, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I wouldn’t think I’m your type.”

“I don’t discriminate against elves, if that’s what you mean,” Thalia huffed. 

Saeris chuckled. “No, not that.” He gestured toward his face. “I’m significantly less hairy.” 

Thalia let out a barking laugh. “Are you sure? What you lack in beard you make up for in long flowing locks.” 

“My entire body is about the width of Blackwall’s arm,” Saeris continued. Despite his near deadpan tone, he was definitely teasing her. 

“I don’t mind,” Thalia shot back, drawing nearer to him. 

“Are you sure? I would think maybe someone more strapping, like Commander Cullen—”

Thalia kissed him. Efa squawked and flew from Saeris’s shoulder. 

There was a moment of surprise where neither seemed to know what to do. His face was smooth where Blackwall’s had been rough and bristly, and he was quite thin in comparison, she thought, her palm pressing to his clavicle to steady herself. But his hand was soft and found the nape of her neck and his kiss was tender and it felt nice. Uncomplicated. The very opposite of the fevered, fraught embrace she’d shared with Blackwall. 

The moment lingered, the kiss turning into several small, exploratory ones in quick succession. Saeris seemed unhurried, which made her feel better. She no longer got the sense he was humoring her. 

He pulled her closer. He put her fingers in his hair while he put his mouth on her neck. Thalia let out a small noise of pleasure. She wanted to urge him on, but over the labored sounds of their breathing came another noise: the heavy trod, it seemed, of footsteps beyond the camp. 

She put her hand on his chest to stay him. “Shh. Saeris. Do you hear that?” 

Saeris slowed, planting a kiss on her ear before straightening and tilting his own head. “Mm. I suppose it must be Blackwall, come to kill me.” 

“Witty.” She swiped playfully at his arm, though her mirth was fleeting. They were in the middle of the forest, all alone. Anyone approaching the camp could not be considered a friend. 

They listened in silence for a few minutes but the footsteps seemed to vanish as quickly as they appeared. Thalia studied Saeris thoughtfully. “Do you think we ought to follow? To confirm it’s no threat?” 

Saeris sighed, disentangling himself from her arms. “I suppose it would be too much to assume it was a friendly forest voyeur.” 

“Are there many of those where you’re from?” Thalia asked, vaguely horrified. 

“No.” He stood, brushing bits of grass off his breeches. “You ought to bring your staff, just in case.” 

[deadfandomsblog]

Love and legends mc in 5 years, August’s route. After Mc and August traveled and helped as many as possible, issues ranging from cats in trees, to diplomatic or strategic, they decided it was almost time to settle down. So they headed back to the human domain and started training new soldiers. They later took over one of the nearby inns, but soldiers continued to go and ask for help, and although after Mc got heavily pregnant, she couldn’t help much, she gave pointers from afar. That’s pretty much what she was known for after the war and during her life with August, as well as her strategy and her stories from her world. But she was never interested in bringing anything from her world. Even after the birth of their first child, when he was old enough to travel, they took him on adventures with him, and never really settled down, even as their family grew. Pretty much all of their kids have some understanding of how to use a sword properly, (they all grew up listening to August’s legendary sword’s stories, and one of the kids, I imagine the oldest, learned with the same sword.) They had five kids later in life before they decided enough was enough. The group meets often at Reiners castle. August continued to write poetry after the war and during their travels, but didn’t take it as seriously until he retired and started writing about the first and last war against the witch queen with the rest of the group, and another about the travels after.

Working on Saerys next, might have to replay it to finish it :)

[shivunin]

For the edgy meme - #1 and #10 for your whole crew? Please? 🥰

Brave to ask about all of them haha!! Thank you for the questions, Lilou c: These questions are thought-provoking for sure. That first one was a doozy.

(Edgy OC Ask meme)

1. What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Arianwen: Ooh this is a tough one. I think Wen would often like to wipe the slate clean and start fresh, so to speak. It would be easier and less painful in some ways. If she were to pick just one, I think it would be going back to Ostagar and having to watch Alistair find his brother's body. I think it was the first time she could admit to herself she really cares about him and there was nothing she could do to help. That's a hard place to be if you're used to not caring about people and acting before thinking.

Maria: The sound Bethany's back made when the ogre snapped it. Not her whole death---she wouldn't want to forget her sister's last moments---but the sound haunts her.

Adahlena: The moment she realized her father had been made Tranquil. She could handle losing him and she could handle helping him settle in to his new life, but the moment she realized he was never really coming back is the singular most painful moment of her life.

Elowen: None. The idea of forgetting anything terrifies her. She keeps meticulous notes just in case.

Emmaera: Halamshiral. She despised the experience and now that it's done with and she knows she'll likely never have to interact with the Orlesian crown again she'd rather wipe the whole experience from her mind (except the balcony. She'd hang on to that dance on the balcony)

Salshira: Watching her best friend die as a child. She has always felt responsible, and for a long time would never have given up the memory (it's her fault; she owes it to Saeris to remember), but I think once she comes to terms with it as an adult she would rather put the memory to rest and stop having nightmares about it every night.

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

This is a really funny question because all of my Lavellans were originally written in AUs. Emma, who is my actual canon Inquisitor, has an extremely flimsy timeline because the first fic I wrote for her was an AU haha.

Arianwen: I am working on a sort of spy vs. spy one with her and Zevran right now that's been really fun, but I am playing with the idea of Wen being stuck in a time loop and (entirely separate) a soulmate au inspired by that *strangles you with the red string that ties us together* post

Maria: I just finished the only AU I had planned for her so far (the magician au) but I also was playing with a circus au before that...but I'd have to find a way to make it distinct from the magician au so I need to think on it more.

Adahlena: Her entire existence is an AU, so none.

Elowen: I have an avvar au and a love triangle au for her more than half written, I just haven't felt like coming back to them lol

Emmaera: The mermaid au I'm currently working on! She is an archaeologist at heart and would be out there exploring Elvhen ruins if it hadn't been for the Inquisition. I'm enjoying writing this one because she gets to be in full archaeologist mode (and finds a mysterious man on the beach etc etc). (I want to finish this but I keep getting distracted by Maria). I've also toyed with some kind of vigilante au with her (but let's be real, she spends the greatest swathe of her time in Kirkwall clearing out Darktown and it's not that much of an AU)

Salshira: I also just finished an AU for her! I do think a princess/bodyguard AU would be fun with her (because she would be climbing out the window constantly) but I don't currently have plans to write one. Oh, also the various Josiemancing fics I have for her I guess? They're not really AU but they are alternate to her main timeline.

[arsuledin]

X | AESTHETIC MEME.   List your muses aesthetic. Anyone can do this, list your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits & sceneries.

X | TAGGED BY: stole it. from myself.

X | TAGGING: @softersinned, @icarusplunged ( for saeris ), @eritvita, @winterfollows, @gracesmuggled, @darkenedblade, @lyfeward, @arainaie

X | TASTES: Sweet wine on the tongue; berries, both tart and candied; warm milk; crisp apples; warm bread fresh out of the oven; spiced meat, lean and bloodied; the metallic taste of blood after one bites their tongue; tiny cakes with whipped cream; herbs and citric spices

X | SMELLS: The smell of mud after heavy rain; the subtle, clinging scent of herbs and tonics; the aftertaste of tart berries, strawberries after they are eaten; buttered bread, still steaming; wine and fruit; old parchment and ink; the nutty smell of drying paint, made fresh by his hand; gentle rain on a gloomy morning; the smell of flowers freshly picked; the sharp tang of magic prickling beneath the surface; the smell of wood and fire, brimming on Solas’s fingertips.

X | SIGHTS: Books piled on top of each other, messily and yet organized; delicate but passionate writing on parchment; the diligent way he paints upon the walls; the experienced, dangerous way in which he wields a staff, untold power underlying each movement;  the regal posture in which he stands, no matter what rags he may wear; the curve of his back as he’s bent over a table, intently studying the text of old script; the movement of his lips when he speaks in old elvhen; the hidden pain in his eyes when he omits the truth to those he cares about; the twitch of his pointed ear when something gets beneath his skin and he cannot show it; a star filled sky; an empty meadow and he is alone.

X | SOUNDS: The brush of paint on the wall; his humming of an old elvhen song, comforting and nostalgic; the contempt in his voice when he disapproves; the deep connection, the sadness when he speaks the old tongue; the subtle tone of regret, so very hidden, when he speaks of the past and his intentions; the brush of fabric when he brushes the calf of his leg with the other; the crack of bones when he stretches; the cackling fire in his hands; the whispers from the fade when he casts his magic; old songs sung around him unheard by any else; the anger in his voice with an Inquisitor he dislikes, sass and sarcasm in each word; the affection in his voice with his companions, affection he did not think to have.

X | BODY:  Warm, somewhat deep voice filled with wisdom; full lips, but soft; a cleft in the chin, not too deep, but still noticeable; a scar above his brow, old memories lingering in the skin; a sharp jaw, high cheek bones; lightly dusted freckles on his nose and cheeks, along his shoulders and back; lean muscle beneath skin, shifting with each movement, from thigh to back; broad shoulders, far different than the elves of this era; tall body, but not overpowering; long fingers, calloused and warm; body heat always seemingly heated, as he majors mainly in fire abilities besides his fade magic.

X | MANNERISMS: Fingers locked around each other behind his back; shoulders straightened, back straightened, standing tall; ears twitching at the slightest nose; chin kept high, proudly; subtle arrogance he will not admit to; elegant walk, despite how his appearance represents him.