#she was originally supposed to be a proud dragon shapeshifter

[qdkdraws]

Do not anger corrupted abomination of flesh and bone predator created through magical experiments.

[imagine-loki]

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 41/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in.  Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: T (so far)  NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

The next emergency was called the very next day while you and Loki were enjoying some alone time in what had been Loki’s room, but was quickly becoming your shared room. 

Loki growled in aggravation.  At least you’d finished your… activity… before the alarm went off.  Loki would be in a much more terrible mood if you’d been interrupted.  And no one wanted to see him that pissed off.  “I don’t wanna go,” Loki whined like a toddler and buried his face in your chest to hide from the alarm.  Very mature.  

You stroked his hair with a fond smile.  “I know,” you told him gently.  “But you have to,” she reminded him. He was on Midgard serving penance after all, which meant he had to go with the team on missions.  

A ping came across the Jarvis screen on the nightstand with a message that you weren’t to come on this mission.  You were too new to the team and Cap didn’t want someone untested on this trip. Which was ridiculous.  You were plenty well tested in the field, just not this field.  You glared at the screen when it told you that, then looked over at Loki.  “I’m coming with you, rules or no,” you informed him firmly.

Loki nodded, accepting your words as truth.  The fae didn’t lie after all.  “Are you sure?” He didn’t want you hurt, but wouldn’t stop you from coming. 

You nodded, your fists clenched in case he decided to argue with you, though you doubted he would. “Also not planning on telling Cap about it until it’s too late,” you added with a smirk, hoping your mischief god of a soulbond was as much of a trickster as you remembered.

Loki laughed.  “Sounds absolutely perfect,” he purred, clearly glad that you were still as much into mischief as he remembered.  

You stood and your armor shimmered into place as you did.  Loki did the same, though you saw that he really didn’t want to leave the bed.  You couldn’t exactly blame him.  Once his armor was in place, you shifted to demi-form and hid under his hair where you wouldn’t be seen, perched on his shoulder.  

Loki chuckled at your sneaky method of getting past Cap.  /Comfortable?/ he teased telepathically. 

You huffed /Do you have a better plan?/ you replied.  You were proud of your plan. He didn’t have to make fun. 

/No. I was just teasing/ he reassured you gently.  He was beginning to suspect that your emotions were heightened when you were in demi-form. 

/Thank the Norns you have long hair or this wouldn’t work,/ you reminded him as you held onto a lock of his hair.  Loki chuckled as he left the room to head to the common room where the team was gathering to find out what the problem was.  He was grabbed along the way and told about the Hydra agents and monsters as the team went up to the jet.  

“Sig isn’t seeing you off?” Thor asked Loki, concerned that something was wrong with your relationship.  Which was sweet.  Except that Thor was an idiot and fucking up his own relationship. 

“We said our farewells upstairs, brother,” Loki lied effortlessly.  It was amazing that after all the centuries of knowing each other, Thor could never tell when Loki was lying.  Especially since Loki was the god of lies.  “She really does hate sending me off without her. You know that,” Loki added for emphasis to sell his lie.  

Thor nodded and gave Loki a sympathetic look.  “I know, brother. We just wish for her to be safe,” he replied, knowing that you had been excluded from this mission for a stupid reason.  The team occasionally saw you as weak since they didn’t really know what you could do. 

“I know. It just isn’t fair to her,” Loki replied with a glare at Cap’s back. 

“I’d rather seem unfair than see her taken from us again,” Thor replied cautiously.  He was kindhearted for someone who was such an oaf. 

“I agree. I wouldn’t be able to take losing her again,” Loki agreed and you could see him fight the urge to reach up and touch you to reassure himself that you were still there. 

/You better not be thinking of sending me back/ you grumbled at him.  He was sounding too worried. 

/Don’t worry. I’m not. Just be careful, ok?/ Loki replied, still sounding worried.

/Of course I’m going to be careful/ you huffed.  You weren’t stupid

/Then you don’t have to worry about me sending you home./ Loki reassured you.

It wasn’t long before you reached the raging battle.  /Get ready, darling./ Loki warned you before he jumped into the fray with you clutching onto his collar for balance.  reach the raging battle below loki immediately jumps into the fray.  You peeked out from your hiding spot to watch.

As soon as he jumped into the battle, he, and ever member of the team were swarmed by tons of enemies.  You jumped off of his shoulder behind him, shifting to full size as you fought back to back with him.  The pair of you were a force to be reckoned with.  You fought nearly identically, both of you were fast and fought with both magic and blades.  You took down any and every adversary that dared to get close to you or your Loki, fighting with a vicious grace. 

You suddenly grabbed Loki and hauled him behind you as a fire breathing creature attacked, dragonscales rippling over your skin as you placed yourself between the creature and Loki.  Loki whirled, forced into a battle with a different creature who had attempted to attack you from behind.  You quickly dispatched the fire breathing creature, safely immune to fire with your dragon scales.  

“I feel like they’re going too easy on us, Sig,” Loki teased.  He was having fun fighting side by side with you.

You laughed as your dragon scales faded away.  You’d missed this, missed this side of him, missed being together so companionably too.  “They definitely are!” You agreed.

Loki mock-pouted “It’s unfair. I was looking forward to a challenge,” he whined as he stabbed a creature with one efficient kill. 

You giggled at your silly Loki, but yelped when a stray bolt of lightning flew your way.  You grabbed Loki, jumping into the sky as your wings unfurled from your back in one well-practiced movement.  Loki gripped onto you tightly, shocked and hating flying as per usual.  “What the-?” He demanded.

“Lightning. Your idiot brother probably wasn’t watching what he was doing.  Sorry it was the easiest way to keep us from getting fried,” you said, holding Loki firmly while you were in the air.  You stayed above the ground for a minute before you landed again, fading your wings when it was safe.  

It only took another minute to clear the battlefield.  Loki looked around when everything was dead or captured. “Now what?” He asked, pleased with the fairly easy battle.

“Now, you explain what the hell she’s doing here!” Cap snarled, glaring at you.  You yelped at his reacting and clutched onto Loki’s arm.

Loki glared at Cap, angry with the soldier for scaring you when he had no right.  “Back off, Captain. She has a right to be here,”

“She is supposed to be back at the tower where she’s safe from those pursuing her,” Cap reminded you both firmly.  

Thor had strolled over and shrugged innocently.  “You expect a Lady of Asgard to remain behind when her soulbond is in danger? She can clearly handle herself,” Thor defended you.  Perhaps he hadn’t been so oafish after all.  For once.  

Loki nodded his agreement and tried to rein in his temper.  “We have both had enough of her being stuck in that tower. She is more powerful than we even understand.  She is part of this team and deserves to be treated as such,”

You blushed at all the praise.  “You know my skills,” you reminded Loki softly. You hadn’t exactly kept them secret from him.  Loki nodded, but you saw in his eyes that he while he knew of your abilities, he didn’t really understand the extent of what you could do.  

Stark decided to interrupt for something useful for once.  “Good, someone competent to join the team.  Jarvis, where are we eating today?” He asked the AI.  Everyone’s attention was drawn to that, as the post-battle meal was vitally important. 

A hole-in-the-wall restaurant was chosen and Loki took your hand to walk there with you.  You swung your joined hands happily as you walked with your love, together in your armor.  You saw from the look in Loki’s eyes that he found it adorable that you swung your arms like you did when you were children. 

The press tried to stop you to ask questions, but Cap didn’t allow it, fending them off while you made your way to the little restaurant.  The team piled into the restaurant and took over two tables while Stark ordered enough food to feed a small army, or a bunch of Avengers.  You laid your head on Loki’s shoulder as the team talked about the battle and how easy it was.  Loki was relaxed and seemed just happy to have you with him.  

“How are you feeling, my darling?” Loki asked in a lull in the conversation.  

You looked up at him with a reassuring smile. “Good.  The battle went well.  No one was really hurt.  Though you seemed freaked out by flying,” you teased.

Loki chuckled.  “It’s not really my thing. I prefer teleporting honestly,” he reminded you.

You giggled. “Yes, well not all of us know how to do that.  I learned shapeshifting and therefore flying,” you replied. 

Your food arrived and was promptly devoured by the starving team.  While you were eating, and they were distracted, you casually reached up and placed a couple fingers on Loki’s temple, nodding for him to look at Thor and Sif and see the thin thread of a bond between them.  Loki looked and you saw his eyes widen when he realized just how weak the bond was. It looked like a thin thread that could be snapped with just one tug.  /That is pretty frayed. My brother has a lot of work ahead of him./ Loki said sadly.

/He does/ you agreed softly and were beyond tempted to mend the fragile bond anyway.  It was within your powers.  

Loki noticed the glint in your eyes.  /Let him fix his mistakes, Sig. He won’t learn from his mistakes if he doesn’t./  You sighed, since you could so easily mend the connection, but you wouldn’t argue with Loki about the best course of action with his brother.  You dropped your fingers from Loki’s temple and returned to your meal.  

Thor had Sif on his lap while they were eating and you were curled up with Loki.  You noticed the other customers cooing over how adorable all four of you were.  

“How’d you sneak on the jet anyway, Navi?” Stark asked you while you were eating.  He wasn’t angry, just curious.  You could tell from his tone.  Even if he did always use the same joking tone most of the time.  

You blushed. “I hid as a demi-fae,” you admitted softly.  You wouldn’t be able to pull that trick again. 

“In my hair,” Loki added, proud of your creativity.  

“So we’ll be cutting that off…” Stark said dryly, teasing the god. 

Loki growled. “You try and I will cut off both your hands, Stark,” he informed Stark with venom in his voice.

Stark laughed.  “It’s long enough to hide a fairy in apparently.  That’s much too long.  and the braid is ridiculous,” he continued teasing the god, because he was a moron.

“I’m warning you, Stark. If you bring scissors anywhere near my hair, I will cut off both your hands and destroy every single one of your precious suits,” it was the only thing Loki could think of that Stark cared about as much as Loki cared about keeping Stark away from his hair. 

You smirked. “You’re wording that a bit incorrectly, dearest,” you told him gently and far too innocently.  Thor snapped to attention at your too-innocent tone.  “The correct wording is: I swear to you, Stark: if you bring scissors or any other implement near my hair with the intention of cutting it, your hands and your suits will never work again,” it was a far more vicious punishment.  

Loki nodded.  “What she said,” he agreed, playing along with whatever you were up to. 

You rolled your eyes.  “I’ll accept it because I love you,” you told Loki patiently.  You looked over at Stark with a malicious gleam in your eyes.  “The oath was witnessed and acknowledged by the Gray Lord of Oaths.  So it was sworn so shall it be carried out,” you announced, your voice ringing with power.  

Loki laughed when he finally realized what you’d been up to.  “You’re screwed now, Stark. Try anything, and that promise will be carried out,”

Stark just looked shocked and confused.  You hadn’t actually told the team much about you abilities besides what they’d seen you use. “She… can do that?” He asked stupidly. 

Loki nodded with a dark malicious look in his eyes.  “She is the Gray Lord of oOaths, Bindings, and the True Names of Things. There is much she can do that you could not imagine,”

“Such as?” Cap prompted, curious as to what you can do.  Stark still looked terrified about Loki’s oath and how you could enforce it.  The rest of the team looked interested to see some more of what you could do. 

“Sig? What would you like to show them?” Loki asked you gently.  He wouldn’t make you do something you were uncomfortable with, but understood the team’s desire to learn more. 

You looked around the table for a victim, knowing you couldn’t use Loki in public.  Of course, you chose Thor.  You smirked.  “Hammer-brain, you up to being a demonstration?” You asked, especially since you were in public.  Thor raised an eyebrow, looking curious, but nodded as Sif climbed off his lap to her own chair. 

You also noticed that the team was beginning to note that they were all acquiring nicknames from you.  You really had a thing against real names.  They would understand why in a moment.  

Your smirk became a wide grin as you focused your power on Thor.  “I name you Thor, son of Odin the Allfather, prince of Asgard, God of thunder, fertility and hammers, weilder of Mjølnir, Donald Blake, Point Break, Blondie, Hammerbrain, Oaf,” you recited name after name of the god, even his nicknames and aliases.  Against his will, his armor shimmered to his formal coronation gear, including his stupid winged helmet.  He looked surprised, though not angry.  “So I name you, and so you are mine to command,” that had his eyes widening for a moment.  But a moment was all he had.  “Kiss your lady, stand, walk around the table three times clucking like a chicken,” as you gave the commands, Thor followed them without question, without fight or inhibition.  “Look at me,” you told him firmly.  He looked into your eyes obediently.  “I free you from my thrall, son of Odin,” you said formally, ending your magic against him.  You sagged against Loki.  It had taken a lot of effort to enthrall a god.  Loki’s arm wrapped automatically around you, holding you to him, though he was roaring in laughter as he watched his brother obey you.  

The rest of the team looked horrified that you could do that to Thor.   

You waited for Thor’s rage.  You didn’t have to wait long.  “YOU DARE?!?!” Thor roared at you, even though he’d agreed.  He hadn’t known or understood what it was that you could do. 

You squeaked and shifted to demi-form, hiding under Loki’s hair again.  Loki glared at his brother for scaring you.  “You consented to it, brother. Watch your temper,” he snarled.  They all knew you were afraid of anger from men in your direction.  Bad guys was one thing, but men who were supposed to be friends were a different matter.

/I freed him/ you mewed softly in Loki’s mind.  

“She also freed you from her thrall. She could have kept you under her control. Don’t take this out on her when you agreed. She could have just done it without asking your permission.  Or you could have asked what she was going to do,” Loki replied as he reached a hand up to cover you, to reassure you.  Thor continued to glare while Sif was laughing her ass off. “Even your soulbound finds it funny. Stop being so rude,”

“It wasn’t done to her.  And if she can do it to me with names she has no right knowing, she could do it to anyone at this table,” Thor growled, still only upset at looking like an idiot.  He knew you better than to actually hurt him.  

“I would have offered myself, but you know how I feel about you know what,” Loki reminded Thor pointedly.

Thor’s eyes widened.  “She can strip your illusion?” He demanded, not feeling any better about you having that ability.  

Loki nodded, nonplussed.  “She showed me what she could do when she first came to the tower. She completely stripped my illusion in less than a second,” he sounded impressed more than concerned.  

“And it doesn’t concern you that she can enthrall anyone she chooses?  That she stripped you, a master magician of your illusions in seconds?” Thor replied.  

Loki shrugged.  “She was a strong magic user before she was taken. It is no surprise to me that the fae magic enhanced her Asgardian magic and her abilities,” he replied, completely unconcerned.  

“I think we would all feel better if we had some assurance that she wasn’t going to use that particular ability on any of us,” Cap said gently.

Loki glared at him.  “So little trust. How do you expect her to trust you if you can’t trust her?” He replied, trying to be polite to the soldier.  Though it was getting increasingly difficult.

Nat glares down the table at Cap, tired of the bullshit too.  She was much less polite about it, though.  “Haven’t you figured out yet that she’s given all of us nicknames? She doesn’t want to use that ability on us.  She would have had plenty of opportunity by now if she did.  She’s part of this team now, so start acting like it,” she glared at everyone at the table, who all looked sheepish at the reminder.  They’d gotten so tied up with their fear that they were being extra stupid.  

Loki gave her a grateful look.  No one would argue with Nat.  That was just suicide. “Thank you, Lady Natasha,”

Nat smirked.  “I like the pixie and don’t want this lot scaring her because they’re stupid.  We all have dangerous abilities, but we all know we’re not going to use them on the others outside the training room. They just needed to be threatened to remember that fact,” she said warmly.

Loki chuckled and you finally started relaxing as the team mumbled apologies and promised to do better. They hadn’t meant to hurt you or not trust you.  They’d all just had a collective moment of stupidity.

[ktheist]

story time: wartime child

warning: spoilers ahead.

this is where i rant, cry and scream about my fics. not all fics have a story time though! the ones that do just kind of have a special place in my heart ♥️

ok. where to start?

i.

i think the how i get inspiration for wartime child should be a good start.

i don’t really remember though. all i know was i read @softlyjiminie’s to hold a dragon’s heart. the part where she highlights the forest made a big impact on me - esp being someone who needs to imagine the scenes as i read, i was easily transported into that fic’s world. (and of course fraener was influenced by taehyung’s shapeshifter character!)

so i wanted to write another universe. the idea of races being at war was already there since who knows how long and i already wrote an excerpt of it months ago - before i even thought of the main character being jungkook or the involvement of a certain magical baby. but the concept was much darker and made it hard to me to continue writing. initially, the oc was supposed to be queen of the underworld who got tired of hiding and decided to rule the humans. then war breaks out - that’s as far as i got.

but felt like i needed to do extra research about races and their abilities. and of course ya girl was too lazy to research so i scraped the dark themes of war - not that the current wartime child is light but it’s lighter than i originally had in mind. couldn’t have been all fluff since someone actually died lmao

so i got started again on the idea after reading THADH. it just started coming to me yk - who’ll it be about? jk because he’s easiest to write. is there a twist? a magical baby! and ideas kept pouring from there on.

and i’m so glad i took my time with the fic - didn’t rush it, slept on some scenes and woke up with a better version or addition. i suppose it wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for quarantine and that gave all the time in the world.

but i hope everyone stays safe and that this pandemic ends soon. there are people out there who can’t afford to miss their jobs and have bills to pay. i hope the government does its job and help the people and let go of whatever political, financial interest they have. and to my readers specifically, i hope they’re holding on and staying safe and healthy.

ii.

i think i’m particularly proud of myself for holding back mary sue-ing the oc. i’m so glad i made her human and stuck with that until the end.

her character is a personal landmark for me - she’s the first character i wrote that isn’t emotionally detached in order to make an oc look “strong”. in a way, that kind of thinking (being emotionally distant to be a strong person) is toxic.

i don’t know if it is for others but i can only speak from my experience. i’d been that girl that thought crying was a part of being weak and not showing emotions means you’re strong - i was wrong sue me lmao

but yeah, i have a soft spot for the oc because she’s finally the “evolved” version of my mindset.

i think more often than not, we tend to associate the words “strong women” with physical strength or having a sort of control over people. while it is part of strength, it’s not the only definition of a strong woman. i’ve always held onto to the concept that the root of empowerment isn’t breaking the stereotype but it’s being able to choose to do whatever the fuck you want - stereotype or not. you want to go to work, have a successful career life? go for it. you want to get married, stay at home and take care of your kids? yas queen. you wanna find your own path and skip college? inspiring.

so to me, the oc was strong in her own way. she had decided to keep her kid and live for the two of them - ofc it was dumb of her not to ask for monetary aid from the baby daddy but her pride is part of her flaw and i love it. she was prideful in the beginning and didn’t want to depend on anyone. but what’s empowering for me is she took a brave step to reach out for jk for the best of her child’s interest. and when she found out he wasn’t coming back after jumping into the portal head first, she stayed strong for jun and raised him by herself - ofc she had help from taehyung and taeyeon but friends can only help so much. at the end of the day it’s just her and her kid. it’s just - her choice to be the mother to her kid is so powerful to me.

but i guess i mary sue-d jun a bit. but then again, you don’t always get a magical genius kid and struggle to raise em because they’re not how you raise normal kids lmao

iii.

god i hate kids.

but there are some that are sweet and pure and we just don’t deserve them yk? those are the kids i absolutely am soft for. and whew the baby fever - i saw too many baby videos on my timeline on twitter so you get jun!

i don’t want kids mainly bc they’re assholes but i’m horrified if i had one, i end up raising them as an asshole.

that’s when jun was born - the manifestation of the kid i never had and how i’d raise him. but irl isn’t that easy, you might slip up and end up raising a mini you-asshole. and ik for a fact that a neutral evil (me) is somewhat an asshole.

at first, i thought of just giving him a minor role here and there but i’m a winger and don’t outline my fics so he ends up probably with more screen time than jungkook.

call it fanfiction but koo’s baby edition lmao

iv.

the real mvp?

definitely the manga/manhwa(s) i read prior to writing wartime child. they’re another form of universe that sucked me in completely.

i have them to thank because i think my narration got way smoother. i used to struggle with that - i couldn’t convey my character’s emotions properly to the readers and i think that’s what makes a big difference in whether a fic becomes liked more or less.

but then again, the likes may very well depend on tumblr’s algorithm. so at the end of the day, i think got lucky with the amount of notes.

v.

none the less, the support i got was beyond my imagination. mainly because it was all fluff and angst and lacked sexual content.

not that i’m saying a fic needs to have smut in order to attract more readers but i think we should acknowledge that the ones with sexual content gets better audience and that’s amazing too. shout out to all the writers who are able to write amazing sex scenes - that shit ain’t easy 🙌

i wish i could thank every single one of my readers for reading and the potential ones who probably liked or reblogged as a “to-read-list”. and i don’t know if my sincerity reaches the ones i manage to thank. i’m not good with words and i want each respond to a feedback to be different and meaningful but i don’t know if i managed to do that. but i’m truly grateful for those who reblogged with a comment, it made my whole week.

and i remember kirbykook’s ask - i’m guilty for keeping it in my inbox for longer than i should. they’d asked about the future of the fic and what would happen after jun’s little sibling is born. it gave me a reason to revisit wartime child’s world and realize how much i enjoy writing that fic ♥️

x

so that’s all for story time! thank you for reading 💓

[dinosaurdragon]

Another OC interview meme: Vir’era Sabrae

Tagged by no one i stole it i am an interview gremlin

Tagging you, if you have time (yes, you)

[for the purposes of this meme, he’ll answer with total honesty. very little to no evasiveness, as though the interviewer and audience are already fully aware of who he is.]

What is your full name and its origins?  What about any nicknames?

My name is Vir’era Hanal’ghilan Sabrae. I’m often called Vee by my non-Dalish friends, and Varric calls me Mittens. All the parts of my name are Elvish in origin. Sabrae is the name of my clan. ‘Vir’era’ is Elvish for ‘the way of the story,’ which might indicate... the things I know. At the last Arlathvhen, I was given the name Hanal’ghilan, because I can shapeshift into a golden halla.

Have you any claims to fame?

Yes and no. Few would remember my name of their own accord, and this has been intentional on my part. But I am a veteran of the Fifth Blight and a Champion of Redcliffe; the people in that city remember me. I spent much time in Kirkwall, but kept my head low for most of it. Other Dalish clans know me as Hanal’ghilan now, since the last Arlathvhen.

More recently, I have been named the Dalish Liaison to the Inquisition. Officially, my role is to help mediate between the Inquisition and the Dalish, acting as an advisor to the Herald, as well as ensure the fair treatment of any elves who join our cause. Unofficially, I’m sharing my now-scant knowledge of events to come.

How would you introduce yourself? If you are famous in your world, how would you introduce yourself to someone who had never heard of you?

I’d introduce myself as Keeper Vir’era of Clan Sabrae or as Vir’era Sabrae, Dalish Liaison to the Inquisition, depending on who I’m speaking to. For some events or people, I might add other titles or information. Most commonly, I might bring up that I am a former Grey Warden.

Which of your culture’s achievements do you hold in highest regard?

It’s difficult to say. Elvish culture has been destroyed and rebuilt so many times now--I suppose I am most proud of the Dales. Yes, our time there did not last, and we were eventually driven from it--but we managed to rebuild so much before we were forced to run. We have never forgotten.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I--I don’t know. I think I once wanted to be a writer, but I can’t remember anything of my childhood except vague impressions and strange trivia. What even is a pikachu? I’ve never seen one, but I know exactly what it would look like...

What was your most prized possession as a child? Do you still have it?

No, I don’t. It was a stuffed dinosaur, a creature from long before humans or dwarves or even elves. I lost it when I lost everything else about my past. How I still remember what it was... I don’t know. Perhaps I never will.

What would you change about yourself, if you could?

I don’t know. Hah, or perhaps that’s just it. There’s so much I don’t know or remember about myself. More than half my life is just... a mystery. I’d like to know it again. I’d like to know where I’m from, before I came here.

What are you obsessed with?

I don’t know that I have a true obsession. The closest I have is to ensure Thedas is on the right track, that all goes well. Does that count? I have shaped my entire life--and, now, my clan’s life--around this idea.

What is your greatest achievement so far, or the high point of your career?

Probably not dying during the Battle of Denerim. Maybe being appointed Dalish Liaison. It’s much easier, being here officially. I don’t have to explain myself or make excuses.

When/where were you happiest?

I... don’t know. Even the times when I was at my happiest, there was always something lurking. The closest would be... Kirkwall, I think. 9:36. Before everything went to shit. That or Vigil’s Keep, after dealing with the Architect, but before Anders left. 9:31. When I still had Nathaniel.

If all goes well... by the end of 9:42, I will have nothing new to contribute. Maybe, by then, I’ll have made peace enough with the world to be happy. Maybe I’ll be dead.

And the lowest point in your life thus far?

9:31 Dragon. I asked Merrill to show me her eluvian. I tried to go home. I did everything I could think of, but it was broken. I think some part of me believed that simply touching it would be enough. That it’d send me back.

It didn’t. I cried so much that I passed out.

What was the best decision you ever made?

Bringing Mia’s letter to Cullen in 9:31. He’s such a better person for it, for being in contact with her.

If you have any body modifications, which was most painful, or which do you regret the most? If you haven’t got any, do you have any planned, or would you ever consider getting any?

I have the vallaslin traditional of the Dalish as well as a number of scars that were not intentional. I don’t regret the vallaslin at all, and since it was the only one I intended to have, it is by default the most painful of those. I have no plans at the moment for other tattooing or piercings.

What is the most idiotic thing you have ever done while intoxicated?

I don’t tend to get beyond tipsy, but Varric insists that there was a night at the Hanged Man when I attempted to sing something unrecognizable as music.

What is your favorite joke?

I don’t particularly have a favorite joke, but I love puns. Especially cat puns.

What is the coolest/most impressive thing you own?

My staves. I own very little--not including the Keeper’s things which I inherited when I took on the role, I could fit all I own into a single bag. But the most impressive pieces are my staves. Both are entirely unique, and neither are anything like what you would see elsewhere. Maleficent was commissioned for me by the King and Queen of Ferelden; she’s named for the dragon at the top. Littlefoot was made for me by Master Ilen when I became Keeper, and is named after my dear departed mabari, whose skull has been affixed to the top, so that he will be with me always.

When did you last cry, and why?

I’m not sure. I cry often enough that it’s hardly a notable occasion anymore, but not so often as to say ‘oh, just this morning!’ Maybe I’m due for another good cry.

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever had?

‘You can only be one person. Choose wisely.’ I’m not sure if it was really intended as advice, but it felt like advice at the time. Flemeth said those words to me ten years ago. I don’t often think of them, but they’re no less impressed upon me.

Similarly, what’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

It’s hard to say. I’ve been lucky; many people have done nice things for me. Some were more expensive than others, but the one I appreciate most... Hm. Not including those favors I specifically asked for, the thing that has felt the best to me... the Hawkes took me in. I think in part it was because they were taking Anders in, too, and they wouldn’t just take only one of us--but either way, they took me in. They didn’t need to. Anders and I--we weren’t doing well in Darktown, but we were living. We were safe enough.

I’ll never be able to repay them for that.

Have you any vices?

Is it arrogant to say no? I don’t gamble, I don’t drink to excess, I don’t sleep around, I only fight when I must... Perhaps arrogance is my vice.

Do you regret anything?

Many things. I wouldn’t change most, because I think I would regret the alternative more--but that does not mean that I do not regret the decision any less.

What is the best invention ever?

Ever? Hm. Toilets. They’re very basic in some ways, I know, but until you have lived without one, you simply don’t know what you’re missing. I lived in a sewer for about four years, and now I live a nomadic lifestyle. I know very well what I’m talking about.

How would you describe your relationship with your family?

I don’t have blood relatives. They’re gone with my memories. But I have surrogates. Clan Sabrae is my family, and though I can’t say I get along amazingly well with all its members (Hahren Linara, in particular, is critical of many of my choices), I care very deeply for them, and I always do what I can to keep them healthy and safe. They know this, and while some will argue with me about the best way to go about it, we’re always able to find a solution, and they do trust me. I hope I do not fail them.

I consider my friends from Kirkwall to be much like extended family--especially the Hawkes. They took me in, after all. I’ve kept in touch with Leandra.

Who is your biggest inspiration?

I don’t have just one, especially not one who encompasses enough things to be my biggest inspiration. But the closest we can get, for the sake of this question... Merrill. She knows what she wants to do, and she sticks to it--she stands up for herself without being rude or arrogant, and she’s always ready to help a friend. All of that, and she’s still one of the most fearsome mages I know. I don’t express it enough, but I am in awe of her. I hope she’s well.

What are you going to do when you’ve finished this interview?

Check back with Josephine, probably. She’s the one who set this up.

[matazz]

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diary entries of roy endoza

here’s some journal entries of roy endoza that i wrote for the duration of the campaign. for the most part, i kinda wrote these in my twitter drafts just to write down roy’s thoughts. sometimes to remember events that happened, and sometimes just to vent out roy’s feelings to myself. i ended up saving these on a document for safe keeping and i’m glad i wrote these.

‪entry 47‬

‪i miss milo so much. his laugh, his eyes, his smile. i would do anything to have that back.‬ ‪i know its my fault he’s gone. its only been a few months, but i’ll fix that; all of it. no matter how long it takes, no matter what happens. i’ll find some way to do it.‬ ‪entry 53‬ ‪i’ve retrieved a letter from a dream telling me to visit latham and retrieve a key. i’m curious, so i’ll check it eventually. it was definitely odd.‬ ‪entry 55‬ ‪i met a young boy. his name is fox. he’s some sort of shapeshifter. he’s quiet, but his presence is nice company. he also received a similar letter to mine. i have a feeling we’ll be travelling for a while.‬ ‪entry 62‬ ‪we retrieved the key & met some other ppl with letters too. we’re heading to a trinket store back in origin now. i dont wish for them to know of my life so i’ve found a way to steer them as far from possible to finding out about myself. i’ll probably visit ma too.‬ ‪entry 63‬ ‪an elf woman named leera attacked us after i told her i wasnt going to give her this key. i dont like her. she seemed very cocky.‬ ‪entry 65‬ ‪delilah is kind.. i feel like i’m able to trust her. i asked her a question about my goals, vaguely, and it turns out that ayce asked a similar question. based on the message in his later i get the feeling he’s undead.‬ ‪entry 66‬ ‪i told ayce the biggest con in all of history.. but i confirmed he’s undead. i have more hope in my goals now that i know its possible. he hugged me bc he thinks we’re similar. i dont usually allow people to do that but i’m sad for him. i wish i could ask more about him. ‬‪entry 69‬ ‪i’m getting closer to ayce, unexpectedly, but good for me. i need his information.‬ ‪he talks to me a lot about his life; i think he’s become dependent on me which is easy for me. its hard for him to see i’m using him when i lie to his face.‬ ‪entry 72‬ ‪we’re travelling to copper coast now for another key. if it werent for ayce, i wouldnt see any other reason for me to come. fox is still around, but i feel like he's doing his own thing. the other two arent big presences for me to care about.‬ ‪entry 73‬ ‪atlas is a werewolf? i didnt think those were real. this group keeps getting stranger. first a shapeshifter, second an actual living zombie, third a werewolf.‬ ‪ive continued my lie to the rest of them. they all seem to have believed me, strangely enough‬ ‪entry 74‬ ‪copper coast was very pleasant. i wish to come back someday.‬ ‪entry 88‬ ‪this trip to clandesteine has been a disaster.. what the honest fuck‬ just happened ‪entry 90‬ ‪fox told everybody about himself, finally. i feel this huge sense of pride?? i’m very proud of him. i dont understand why i feel so attached to him but i adore him so much‬ ‪entry 92‬ ‪((incoherent scribbles, kinda like “vsdjfsasifwnqkosdkv”)) i think i accidentally implied to ayce that i love him romantically and i think he loves me too... i’m freaking out and i dont know how to react... i think he thinks i’m cool and romantic but i didnt mean to be. ‪entry 93‬ in all honesty, i just wanted to tell him he needs to be more cautious of me. a part of me wishes he could figure it out himself so i dont have to tell him. ‪seriously! i dont know how i did that! i do love and adore him too but i feel like shit.. i dont deserve him, especially considering who i am. on the other hand, i hope he never finds out the truth about me.‬ ‪entry 94‬ ‪oh my god. atlas killed a man and ayce and fox proceeded to tell the guards. i feel sick. i’m currently at home but if they say my name at witness testimony i’m royally fucked. i dont know. i might just run for it and live in myr’s peak. maybe no one will find me.‬ ‪entry 95‬ ‪the group managed to get bailed out using ty’s name. benefits of being friends with rich people?‬ ‪fox found my poster though, so he saved my name during eyewitness testimony. i told him the truth. its been the first time i told someone how i really felt. he wants me to tell ayce but hes the last person i can tell. ‪entry 97‬ ‪we’re in lunarden! it feels nostalgic to be back.

i want to go back to every place i miss. i took ayce to that me and nori used to go to back in high school. i think shes currently performing in solardome? i miss her‬ entry 97.2 ‪i came up with a few different ways to complete my goal. i have a few more probing questions, but i will have to ask later. i think i’m getting closer to the answers‬ entry ‪97.3‬ ((scribbled out)) ‪i havent had sex in a while. i’ve wondered this before but realized it was an inappropriate question to ask. i wonder if ayce’s dick works? it probably doesnt. this is so sad. i dont know how i’m going to fuck him if thats true.. yikes‬ ‪entry 98‬ ‪i’m planning to get completely smashed once we get to solardome. i feel like i deserve it.. ive been pretty stressed and havent got laid. i’m crying remembering that ayce might not even be an option.‬ ‪entry 98.2 ((lost)) ‪i love ayce so much, and its confusing. am i just sexually frustrated? am i just lonely? am i just sad? i feel guilty because it tears me apart. im confused because i love milo still, too. i know i should tell him the truth, its whats right but i know he’ll hate me. i dont know what to do. (extra note inbetween the pages, torn out: to mom. i love you venhfrhdy mcuh. thank you fir everhything. yes. roy.) entry 98.3 what happens if i succeed? i hope ayce doesnt kill me. entry 100 ‪good morning. ayce & i are officially dating. were in solardome atm; i dont remember much of last night but i remember thinking he‘s beautiful. is it wrong to fall for him?‬ ‪entry 101‬ ‪good evening. i saw ms winters. she was undead, just like ayce. she died a year ago. her soul was lost though. i killed what remained of her undead corpse. i assume she was trying to remain in this world.. i’m scared that this will happen to him too. maybe ill have to do the same to him. entry 101.2 i hope ayce's soul is able to sustain in his body for longer. i cant afford to lose him. entry 101.3 ‪the blackness on my fingers has risen up more than it has before. its almost hard to write with my hands anymore. i assume its bc the gods know what i'm doing & are against it, so they're trying to give me more recoil than usual. but the last time i killed an undead corpse was in my house 6 months ago, and i promise that the last time i will use it is when i bring milo back. (torn note inbetween the pages: hi ayce. its unrealistic you'll ever find this but there's some things i want to say. back when we first met, i lied to you as a reflex when you asked me why i'm dealing with necromancy. to be honest, i could kind of gather you were undead, but i still lied anyway. my story is personal, its hard for me to be honest. i know i'm an idiot, and i'm sorry i used you. to be truthful, i still am a horrible person and for the entirety of our relationship i've already known that i was using you and i've felt so guilty about that. my feelings are complicated, but i've never lied when i said i loved you, and i still do; but i still want to bring milo back. i made a mistake and i want to fix that. the truth is that i still love him too. i know you deserve better. i'm sorry about lying to you. roy) entry 102 a dragon made us experience our dreams and nightmares. jade's scared of blindness and bugs. a valid fear, in a way. and she was dreaming of doing shows. i think it was supposed to display a feeling of happiness and joy, but it was just spooky since we all experienced her dreams with no sound. i never realized how scary it was to be deaf until i experienced it. atlas' was morbid. people were dying and there was so much gore. then there were people saying they owned him. i knew he was a bad person but it was scary to see all of that again. he dreamt of a workshop with a girl and a young boy. it seemed sweet, with a tinge of nostalgia. i would have never expected him to have dreams. he just seems like a horrible person with no sympathy to me, but i guess he has feelings. i still think he should go to jail, but i feel like he'll just try to kill me if i say anything instead. fox's was sad. we got thrown into a void

of empty space where we were surrounded only by dopplegangers and a vaguely humanoid figure. he seemed so lonely and upset. he's scared of being forgotten by us and that made me so sad. i adore him, and he's grown a lot since we first met. i gave him a hug when we went into his dream sequence. i hope he knows i will never forget him. his dream was sweet. he just wants to save people and hang out with us still. i think he'll go far, and i would love to be there for him still when all of this is over.c (the rest of the pages with entry 102 are torn out) when i saw milo in the old house again just being his happy lovely self i felt miserable and happy at the same time. i love him so much, and i knew i missed him already but seeing him again just made me feel so much love for him all over again. it just makes me miss him more. it's hard not to cry thinking about what i've done to him. i wish he could come back. ayce's was hard to watch. i witnessed myrkul force ayce to choose between killing me and quri. ayce cried as he couldn't make up his mind, and then i watched as i fell into a void. i felt sick and i wanted to puke. i thought ayce found out about me. i thought he knew that i was using him for necromancy, but when i asked him about it, he told me that he thought i killed him with quri. i... personally don't have any reason to ever kill him so that was a bit sickening to think of. i dont ever want to kill anyone. i dont even have anyone i hate enough to want to murder. the only person i hate enough to want to kill is me. i know based on what i said before i guess it might have seemed that bad; but haha... i would never ever want to do that. putting people down at hospital was rough. god, putting ms winters down was rough and she was already dead. i love him, but it's probably better if we end the relationship and just stay as friends? he's already witnessed me still loving milo, and he thinks i murdered him... i'll try to clear up his misunderstanding, but it'll be hard to without giving more of myself away. this relationship has so many problems. entry 103 a new discovery. the world isn't flat? the god's are using their powers to “lock off” the rest of the world. apparently sanctuary is only a small part of the world. that was a really weird discovery to find out? it's kind of hard to believe, but at the same time, not. apparently they keys we've been collecting hold the respective power of the gods, and they're used to “open” the gateway. i have no idea what that means. apparently beshaba wants to use our keys to do exactly that. and also they can kill the god's? entry 112 when we came back to lunarden we discovered that delilah and allen were kidnapped by atlas’ syndicate. i knew atlas was trouble. i hate having to associate with him. we’re going to save them yet it makes me nervous. entry 114 i feel like i almost died in there. we saved the others and no one was hurt though. we’re going to trip back to lunarden and then travel through the travel gates back to origin to try avoid people. allen mentioned something about strange readings. i have a feeling i know what it is. i’m going to ask lathandar questions. entry 115 nvm we encountered leera. this group genuinely scares me. I’m travelling with people who are down with murder. i should seperate. she uncovered my posters to them and i want to die. she also mentioned the last key at a ball. i need to bounce. lathandar also confirmed my suspicions last night. entry 116 fox left before i could. i feel bad. like maybe it was my fault. i miss him. we have to continue though. entry 117 its so hard to find a bag of holding. i just want to have this spirit stone around without having it in the open. entry 118 we’re in origin now and delilah let me rent out her bag of holding. an absolute kind soul. we bought tickets to the ball. so expensive. i wish i didnt do that. entry 123 i’ve done so much in preperation of whats to come. Soon. i hope it works. i’m going to travel to solardome and investigate those readings. entry 124 suspicions

confirmed. miss winters is alive. she captured my biological father. a strange way to meet him. i cant see him as my father. i told her about the key, and we’re going to rearrange our circle. we’ll still use the spirit stones, just as a backup. i’m scared. i’m terrified. i dont know if it will work and i dont know what will happen if it does. i know the gods will be mad but i’ll deal with the consequences when it happens. i’m sure i won’t be a champion anymore. we’re doing this on friday evening, which means i’m no longer attending the gala. they don’t need my assistance anyway.

[inkyindigo]

Happy birthday to twitter user deadgodchild!! Here are three scenes in which your favorite terrible boy is a cranky, shapeshifting, art-eating sort of voidfish.

   The first thing Sanae Hanekoma always did to welcome new Composers was paint something for them, something small that would go down easy. For Joshua, he made a marble sized orb of glass with a dragon winding around it.

    “What’s this?” Joshua said as Sanae held it out to him.

    “It’s art, kid. Down the hatch.”

    “You want me to eat it?”

    “Eat it or don’t, it’s up to you. It’ll help you adjust, though.”

    Joshua pinched it between two fingers and looked at the design through the ceiling lights. “Shame to destroy it.”

    “That’s your first lesson,” Sanae said. “You don’t destroy art. You make it.”

~~

   Joshua was in a mood.

    The Dead God’s Pad was full of paintings and sheet music and sculptures. He hadn’t eaten any of it; he just glowered at the pile like it was a loathed vegetable.

    “None of these are worth accepting.”

    Sanae looked it over and picked a five foot painted canvas out of the horde. “That’s not bad. One of Sakuraba’s, isn’t it?”

    “He can do so much better than this,” Joshua said angrily. “He won’t even try, he just wants to be like CAT. There’s hardly anything original in this.”

    “Of course it’s my fault,” Sanae sighed but Joshua wasn’t listening.

    “There’s nothing original here at all.”

    Sanae didn’t like the way he said it. “He’s still a kid, J. He’ll develop his own style one day.”

    “It’s not just him. It’s everyone. It all tastes the same. All the city is crumbling and dry and I’m choking on it.” He drew himself up to his full height and Sanae noticed the lights within him weren’t quite so bright.

    “New rule,” Joshua announced. “Any piece I don’t accept gets erased.”

    “Joshua - ”

   “Tell them that, and maybe they’ll start taking their art seriously.”

~~

    “Man,” Neku complained. “The Composer’s an asshole.”

    Beat patted his shoulder. “Dude, you knew this would probably happen. He hardly ever accepts anyone’s art anymore.”

    “But to just wipe it out of existence? Dickish.” Neku was proud of that piece, not that he could remember now what it was or even how he did it. “Like, he’s supposed to spread art; what’s the point of doing this? He could at least leave me the memory so I could improve it or learn from it or something.”

    “Just because he didn’t accept it doesn’t mean it’s bad,” Shiki chimed in.

    Neku was pretty sure that was exactly what it meant, but he held his tongue. Shiki didn’t offer her opinion much and he didn’t want to undermine it. She read his thoughts on his face anyway.

    “I know for a fact he’s accepted art that’s not the greatest,” she said. “Remember the Mr. Mew plush?”

    “Rhyme still has hers,” Beat said with a smile. “Those weren’t bad, they were cute.” He coughed and said more roughly, “You know, for little kids.”

    Shiki blushed and the boys stared at her as she mumbled, “It wasn’t even well made, I submitted it because my friend said I should - ”

    “You made Mr. Mew?!” Neku and Beat yelped.

    Shiki waved her hands self-consciously. “It was silly, I’d just started learning to sew and it took me a month to make. I never thought he’d actually take it. He’s never taken anything else, even though my sewing is way better now.”

    “Did you see him? What’d he look like?” Beat said.

    “Kind of...fishlike?” Shiki motioned for Neku’s sketchpad and he handed it over. She sketched a vaguely human-shaped face with two eyes but no other features. “His hair went completely over his face, only it was translucent and glowing so I could still see his eyes. It kept moving all the time, slowly, like it was underwater.”

The rest of his body she drew as two parallel curves; the lower half waved out twice as wide as his torso and came together again in a point.

    Neku leaned closer. “He’s got a tail?”

    “That’s my best guess,” Shiki said. “It was all pretty fuzzy and bright, hard to see. There were so many tiny lights here - ” She dotted them along the edges of the tail, “ - and most of all here.” She drew a circle where his chest would be. “These were very soft and all different colors. They were beautiful.”

    Shiki gave Neku his sketchpad back. “He came to the sewer entrance and picked up Mr. Mew with one of his...arms, I guess? It was a very thin tendril. These membranes spread out from around his torso and folded around Mr. Mew and it disappeared.”

    “That sounds terrifying,” Beat said.

    “It was a little. He looked right at me when he did it. But Mr. Hanekoma said he really liked it.”

    Beat made a thoughtful noise. “That was the last thing he accepted, wasn’t it? And that was what, three or four months ago? Even the Composer needs to eat to live, yeah?”

[iimmcrtalis-archive]

BIOGRAPHY:

     (Gonna focus on recent events/years because I'm not gonna cover her WHOLE life bc that's a lot of time yo)

    What do you do when you can see death before it happens? When you can tell what happens to a loved one long before it happens? You live with it. Maybe you once tried to stop it, but you can't stop fate. It'll find a way. The same is said when you see a spark in darkness.

   You see her die. Watch the cruelty happen. And it makes you weep, it breaks your heart. But it has to happen. So when her light is snuffed out, you wait. You watch and wait till she claws her way out of the darkness. Brighter, and free. New and full of power beyond what she would have been. Of course, you see the darkness that lingers in her chest.

   That small bit of darkness is what you sweep away as you take her under your wing. You give her life beyond what she could have had. Your daughter was a kind mother, no doubt, but would never be able to help this girl. Not like you can. Not with lighting the sparks in her eyes, the swirling lights of her very soul.

   For years you take care of her, you still do from a distance. She learns quickly and you feel pride you never had the chance to feel. You love your family with your whole heart, but this girl.. She's a bright light for everyone around her, and you know this. Admire this. Are proud of this. You teach her everything you can. Things she's ready for, waiting for the days she can be ready for other things.

  You keep yourself back, under guises to watch the world. To protect her and the others that look up you.

STATS:

Name: Eludysia Ramsey Nicknames: The Great Seer, Ancient Lady, Old woman, Granny Seer Titles: The Ancient Seer Age: ??????? Birthday: Unknown. Claims its December 24th. Gender: Female. Sexuality: Bisexual Other: Older than dirt. Birthplace: ??? Residence: California

Relatives:

   Revas Ramsey – Granddaughter [ Alive ]

   Rani Feldt – Daughter [ Alive ]

   Jacob Feldt – Son-in-law [ Alive ]

   Miriam Feldt – Granddaughter [ Alive ]

   Jacob Feldt Jr. - Grandson [ Alive ]

   Unknown – Husband [ deceased ]

   Betty Hertz – Daughter [ Alive ]

   Alexander Hertz – Grandson [ Alive ]

   Morgan Hertz – Granddaughter [ Deceased ]     

Height: 6'0 Weight: 140lbs Character’s body build: Toned. Eye Color: Usually dark brown. Changes when she wants them to. Hair Color: Black/Dark brown. White/Silver sometimes. Varies. Type of hair: Thick, soft. Hairstyle: Varies. Usually in tight braids or twists. Scars: ??? Mannerisms: Tends to exude confidence. Has a smile on her face most times, but very watchful gaze. Tends to look as if she's looking into you, rather than at you. Usual Body Posture: Clasped hands at her waist. Hands hanging from her pockets by her thumb. Loose, but confident, strong. Yet a warm smile and relaxed appeal.

Tattoos:

Most of her body is covered in various symbols & sigils. Though a portion of them are actually scars on her body.

There's a space on her wrists where all her family's names are tattooed in their native scripts.

On the top of her hands; an eye on both. (Though they tend to look like just a thick curved line bc they're usually closed)

Faceclaim(s): Angela Bassett. Leslie Uggams. (Other’s will be shown eventually. we’ll see.) Class/race: Seer. Unknown. Presumably Fae.

Abilities

   Spellcasting   

   Shapeshifting

   Alter self

   Telepathy/Telekinsis 

   Elemental control

   Foresight

   Postcognition

   History Reading

   Psychometry

   Sensory Scrying

   Empathy 

   Death Sense

   Aura Reading

   Astral Projection

   Dream Scrying

   Psychic Navigation

   Shared Vision

okay im not gonna list all of her abilities. She's a very old, very powerful, seer & magic user. She's gonna know a lot of shit about a lot of things. But, what she knows is up to y'all okay?  Also she can change her shape, age & size whenever ??? but usually she stays her normal looking self. But occasionally she'll look like a really old woman or turn into a white raven.

VERSES:

Past: Can take place in pretty much time period. I'll come up w/ more details later, but ye.

Future: You got a future muse from like 2286? I promise u Eludysia's alive & well.

Dragon Age: Eludysia's not really the meeting type, but she does exist. I may eventually come up with some like Advisor verse for her. Bc if you think she's gonna go traveling as a fuckin sidekick u are mistaken. But, if you wanna write to her as an inquissy, go for it. Just say you know her via Revas.

DC: She's seen a lot of shit in her years. Seen good people die. Seen heroes come and go. Seen the end of the world probably a few times, only to have it saved. She's an ancient being, she's used to your bullshit. Living in Coast City, she acts more as a Psychic when she's bored. Otherwise, she considers herself an old hero. The Original Corvid. Dawning white feathers. Kicking ass & taking names of old villains. But she's now just a guardian of the planet. Of the people.

Fallout: 4.       I'm thinking she's an old ghoul, or an ageless psyker. Who knows. All you gotta know is she's either chilling in Goodneighbor, or at one of the settlements. She tends to follow Revas around in secret tbh.

Overwatch: She's old. Older than most of the people heroes now. Probably far too old for this shit. But, ya know. Nanobots or whatever keep her looking younger than Anna. She's been working with nanotech since they were even available. A pioneer from ages past probably. But nah, I unno full story yet. She's old, genius, and a hero who's tired of your bullshit probably. Also probably a support character? Maybe. Or maybe a defense. Who knows. I'll figure it out.

Mass Effect Trilogy: I know this is weird, but I'm pretty sure she's Asari. Which is weird bc Revas is like. Either a human or Quarian. But ya know. She's supposed to be like OLDDDDD as heck. (u see the theme yet?) But who knows maybe she's a really old human with some mad tech to make her look younger and keep her alive??? who knows!!! possibilities. Whatever she is she's an EXTREMELY powerful Biotic.

Mass Effect: Andromeda: Human. Old. Powerful Biotic. Better at the sciences, probably one of the people in charge. Doesn't care about the other leaders too much, she just wants to protect everyone the best she can. And help them. Probably looked at more like a Mentor that no one takes seriously.

Elder Scrolls: A very old wood elf who tends to be everywhere and no where at once. People tend to associate her with one of the Daedra but, no one really knows.

Other's may come out eventually. Keep an eye out for specific posts per au.                                                    

[torn-by-dreams]

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Tagged by @monsterbrush 

1. coke or pepsi: Eeeeeeeh. 2. disney or dreamworks: Dreamworks. I continue to watch Disney movies because they have the entire world by the ballsack, but Dreamworks continues to be the more innovative studio. Also, Rise of the Guardians? How to Train Your Dragon??? 3. coffee or tea: Coffee. 4. books or movies: Movies. As much as I advocate for reading, my dyslexia keeps me from enjoying it. 5. windows or mac: Windows, but only because I’ve never used Mac. 6. dc or marvel: Marvel. 7. x-box or playstation: Playstation. 8. dragon age or mass effect: No experience with either game, but I’m inclined to say Dragon Age for obvious reasons. 9. night owl or early riser: Night Owl. 10. cards or chess: Cards... AGAINST HUMANITY 11. chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla. I can only eat chocolate in certain forms. 12. vans or converse: Neither, because neither are dirt cheap. 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: Who? 14. fluff or angst: Angst. 15. beach or forest: BEACH. I BURN LIKE TISSUE PAPER BUT FUCK IT. 16. dogs or cats: Dogs she said, while owning two cats. 17. clear skies or rain: Rain. 18. cooking or eating out: Eating out ;D 19. spicy food or mild food: I like spicey food a lot more now that I’m older, but I still prefer mild. 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: HALLOWEEN BITCH 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: Cold. It matches the climate of my shriveled heart. 22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: Shapeshifting. 23. animation or live action: Animation! 24. paragon or renegade: Uuuh. 25. baths or showers: Either, depending on mood. 26. team cap or team ironman: The filling in the sandwich. 27. fantasy or sci-fi: Fantasy. 28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: “Of course it’s happening in your head, Harry -why should that mean it isn’t real?” -Dumbledore | “I am to misbehave.” -Malcolm Reynolds | “You know, I’ve always considered women to be people.” -George R.R. Martin 29. youtube or netflix: youtube 30. harry potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter. Percy Jackson did not interest me. 31. when you feel accomplished: When a friend whose accomplishments I really admire acknowledges my own. 32. star wars or star trek: Star Trek, and that one good scene from episode 2 involving the Deathsticks. 33. paperback books or hardback books: Hardcover. Paperbacks are for casual reading, but hardcovers just feel more... booky. Novelly. Tome-ish. 34. horror or rom-com: Neither. 35. tv shows or movies: Movies, unless the tv show is a netflix original series or something from Britian. American TV is dumber than a bag of hammers. 36. favorite animal: The tiger, the bearded vulture, the rat. 37. favorite genre of music: Electric/techno, anything with a great bass. 38. least favorite book: My highschool algebra course. 39. favourite season: Fall. The best food, the best colors, the best fashion, the best holiday, the best time to go to the beach in the south. 40. song that’s currently stuck in your head: None.  41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear: Winter (current) -fleece. Summer - oversized t-shirt and underwear. 42. if you could be any fictional character’s best friend, who’d you be?: How the fuck am I supposed to pick?? 43. If you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be: HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEE 44. Smiling or smirking?: An ambiguous smile that suggests I castrate men with cheese graters in my spare time. 45. Harry Potter movies or books: The books. The movies are excellent as a sort of seperate entity -a different telling of the story, because of course they couldn’t fit the entirty of 7 novels into some 2 hour films- and Daniel, Rupert and Emma will forever be Harry. Ron and Hermione in my mind, but the books have so much more to them. 46. Something you’re proud of: My ability to endlessly soldier on. 47. Dub or Subtitles?: Dub. I have to fidget, draw, do something when I’m watching, and I can’t be bothered to read subtitles.

48. Space or the ocean?: The ocean.

I’ll tag @transphysics