#sky of shattered stars

[psalacanthea]

A Sky of Shattered Stars- 14

Finally updating again! Here's the first, a new chapter of the Hawke x Varric no longer post-canon fic! (set 5 years after Inquisition, 5 years before Veilguard). Wow, that looks funny. :D

Anyways here's some more trauma-bonded idiots trying to fumble their way through the terrifying evolution of the relationship that defines them both.

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At the head of the table, Hawke lifted her finger and stared at it contemplatively.  There was a pale gray smudge, but not as much as she would have expected.  After all, Naomi had been the one who dusted the table with ashes, and there should have been more.  They’d cleaned, then, but in a perfunctory way.

As Naomi would too, if she was expected to clean a bunch of empty rooms.

A slim, delicate spool of Antivan spider-silk was always kept on her person with her kit; useful stuff for tracking movement.  All you had to do was tie it to a doorknob or place it across a threshold, and if it snapped, someone had been by.  To make sure her fingers were still up to the dainty work, she’d marked every door in the wing on her last expedition out here.  She wasn’t surprised to see that the door to the bathing room and privy hadn’t been touched, the whisper-thin thread still intact when she breathed on it.

Naomi would also not clean a privy no one had been using.

Varric hired smart servants; no surprise.

It was the other room that had been touched, much to her surprise, because to her recollection it was just an empty room with a narrow bed and empty wardrobes.  A dressing room.  Not the kind of place she’d bother to clean if she didn’t even check the privies…

The door opened under her hand, creaking lightly.

The room looked untouched, large but narrow, with an old carved bed frame that looked just large enough to hold one human body.  There was nothing of note, as her eyes scanned the empty wardrobes, opening them one by one to check inside.  Nothing.  Maybe they’d just opened the door?

Finishing her digging through the line of unused furniture– why hadn’t he sold it? Naomi took one last glance around.  The bed might not be worth anything, and probably not the rug, but the hanging on the wall, an old tapestry of the Kirkwall heraldry– wait a second.  What in the hell was that doing in a servant’s room?  Wh–

Varric fucking Tethras.

Impatient both with herself and with him, Naomi stepped around the last wardrobe and reached for the edge of the tapestry.  Yanking it up, she stared in disbelief at the narrow doorway behind it.  What?  That son of a– 

Throwing the hanging into the air with a furious flick of her wrist, Naomi stepped under it and tried the handle.  Locked.  As she’d thought.  Normally, Varric locking a door from her (this was obviously a personal slight) meant she wouldn’t try it, but these were special circumstances and she was mad he’d fooled her on her first look through here.

It was so obvious!  A tapestry?  He would have at least written a secret door behind a piece of sliding furniture.  But a tapestry, just hanging there?  That wasn’t even good enough for written schlock, and she was insulted!

Which was why Naomi was picking the lock.

It was very difficult when the man you were spending the rest of your life with also happened to be your arch-nemesis.

[self-spaghettification]

the black part on aaravos’s chest is suspiciously shaped like a certain sword

the more i look at it

the more i hmmmm

and the nova-blade is a double edged sword (albeit tapered)

btw, I also recently accidentally cut myself, so I was researching which open wounds need stitches and which don’t. It looks like how a deep open wound does—if it were a black void

images of wounds under the cut

fyi open wounds don’t heal correctly without stitches so this is very likely the physical or magical manifestation of the scar after—

“White as the star's heart it pierced, ivory draconic brought death's bite known ever forth as Novablade..

and though undying, took last breath, immortal Laurelion was no more”

if not the open wound itself, eternally unable to heal

take that as you will :)

[mist-dancing]

DUDE! Violetpaw’s best friend was about to fucking kill her and her only thought is “i hope it’s over quickly”

[dreamerwithapen1]

Beneath the Shattered Sky (tpm ~ ?)

Darkness encroaches.

Anakin Skywalker- the strongest Force user the galaxy has ever seen, the Chosen One- is struggling. He bears a weight that none other can understand. A power that threatens to consume him, a pressure that threatens to make him buckle, and a darkness that slithers into his mind, waiting patiently for him to fall.

On Varadan, a young boy born into slavery works day in and day out trying desperately to survive the horrors of the mines. All the while, he dreams of the Jedi, praying that one will come save him before it is too late.

There is a traitor in the Jedi Order. They play the part of peacekeeper, fighting to keep the light at bay as they cling to the darkness like a child to its mother. All they can do is await their Master's orders and hope that when the time comes, they do not fail them.

Light erupts.

Lumina Tere does her duty, and she does it well. Despite starting her training later than most, Lumina worked hard to become a Jedi Knight, and she lives to uphold the values of the Order. She thrives under their teaching, a true beacon of light in the ever darkening galaxy.

But one mission. One second caught between life and death. One Force Bond created in a moment of utter desperation. That is all it takes to set everyone on a different path- for better or for worse.

Forever Tag: @darknightfrombeyond @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @bravelittleflower @darkwolf76 @stareyedplanet @thophil2941btw

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 4

God Shattering Star from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

vs.

Team Skull from Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

God Shattering Star:

Best boss theme in three houses

Team Skull:

Listen to how they managed to make music sound like a bad smell!

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Jingliu

[stardial]

Wait are lux and tana. Gay

they’re so dykes you wouldn’t fucking believe

[brandwhorestarscream]

for orange energon since the color can be associated with health how about something involving that and for yellow maybe it can cause paranoia or increased perception or something

I'm so glad you said this! I'd had this thought of a certain type of energon being harvested from whatever organ is responsible for Primus's immune system, and this thought was born:

Orange energon can either function as the elixir of life or as a guaranteed death, depending on when it was harvested. If it's harvested while the body is tranquil, the so called "white blood cells" are not in an activated state. Drinking this unactivated orange energon grants invulnerability: the body can't be injured, nor can it age, while under the effects. On the opposite end of the spectrum though, if orange energon is harvested while the body is combating something, the immune system is in its active state and is very aggressive. It will attack and destroy anything that is perceived as a foreign entity. Anyone who drinks activated orange energon will be consumed from the inside out, as their body registers as an enemy. The orange energon will spread, multiply, and devour them, breaking them down piece by piece inside their own veins. It's a terrible way to die, honestly

[lana0120]

Could you recommend some characters I could write about 😭 ?

Btw I was looking at the sky today tought it was pretty and drew this :

[polrification]

copium for an al haitham-centric interlude chapter. not just event; I need an entire interlude chapter based on this guy solely because 1. I am delusional and 2. not only does he take inspiration from su (former owner(? correct me if I'm wrong on that) of the bubble universe called Sumeru, a powerful psychic MANTIS AND is playing chess with some kind of GOD rn I think) but also probably Elysia (lesbian jesus, the crystals/glass/mirrors, the things about humans and humanity and something about hthm's original leaks mentioning "forlorn lotus"....) 3. the gem on his chest STILL hasn't been explained and if they aren't gonna do it in an event they can have like. an interlude quest for it (interlude quest only if its that important but like. it can be a passing statement. just include him in more perma content pls hoyo I need more of these gray-haired green guys)

[demigirlvioletshine]

[psalacanthea]

A Sky of Shattered Stars- 11: Blood for Blood

what? Yeah. Another chapter of the Hawke x Varric fic (it was almost done, lol). Kirkwall welcomes her Champion home from the Fade with another assassination attempt. Well, assassination attempt against Varric, which is the same exact thing as attacking Hawke.

Fic Found Here!

(there's a short prequel and some DA2 bits too in the series)

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Hawke was starting to feel the poison.

Knowing she probably had less than an hour to make an antidote, she surged forward, pushing her way into the assassin moving for her from across the hall.  They’d gone in Varric’s room.  Rage and adrenaline driving her forward, she ran straight into their knife before it could aim at anything more deadly.  It sank into her shoulder with a pain that only drove her on; it just fed the fire inside her.

The most important thing was to take the assassin down fast.  Using her body weight and her momentum, she surged across the hall without stopping, dragging the charging assassin with her.  Viciously, Hawke slammed them into the wall next to the door across the hall, the stiletto in her shoulder scraping bone, piercing through to the other side.  She trapped it with her body.

The blade was inside her– it was hers now.

Eyes met hers, recognition in them; too bad she had no idea who this man was.

“You’re dead.”

“No, you are,” she hissed, tasting blood as it dripped down her sliced lip.  And then she smiled, all bloody teeth.  The cut in her lip split, but that was just more pain to add to the adrenaline.  “Your only chance.  Who?!”  Her voice scaled up, a snarl, feral and protective and ready to rip out throats.  “Who wants to kill Varric?!  Who hired you?”

The assassin started to struggle, but there was no way in hell she was letting them get their blade out of her.  It hurt like the void when they grabbed the hilt and jerked it, but Hawke just gritted her teeth and slammed her shoulder back into them again, knife scraping bone as it drove back into her.  The assassin got a leg wrapped around hers, a disabling strike aimed for her eyes.  Fancy moves.  She avoided the gouging fingers going for her eyes by the simple expedient of biting the shit out of them.  She clamped down and g round her teeth until they managed to pull free, leaving a chunk of skin between her teeth.  While they were reeling she slammed her forehead into their nose, and something broke.  They choked.

People never listened to her warnings.

Hawke spit the skin stripped from his fingers into the assassin’s face.  “Welcome to fucking Kirkwall. I will rip your ear off with my fucking teeth so you either tell me or we start the torture,” she snarled, spitting blood into their face.  It dripped down her chin, pooled in her mouth, but she didn’t care.  “It won’t be fancy fucking torture.  I just start tearing things off!  WHO?!”

She saw the dart of their eyes, the calculation.  “If you let me go-”

“Name first,” she growled, baring her teeth.

“O-orlanda Valisti.”

“Hawke, step back!”

Out of instinct, she did exactly that, slamming her forehead into the assassin’s jaw and then staggering back and out of the way, the knife ripping free of her shoulder.  A crackling bolt of lightning slammed into the man’s chest, sparks of energy coursing through Hawke’s skin, making her teeth crawl.  Ugh.  Lightning magic.  As the guy was being electrocuted, she drew her other blade and threw it into his throat for good measure.

Shit.

The arm that had gotten a knife through the shoulder was numb, fingers having difficulty curling in.  Something had gotten damaged when they’d jerked the blade around.  Impossible to tell, everything hurt.  She was going to have to make the antidote one-handed.  As Feynriel rushed up to her, she shook her head at him and snapped out an order.

“Check both the rooms.  And the one they entered from, third on the left opposite up the hall from yours.  Make sure there’s no more.  Then come to my distillery.  I’m poisoned.”

He glanced down at the bodies, looking unsettled, but nodded his head.  “Y-yes.   I’ll…”  Falling silent, he turned and started walking.

She watched him go, using her good hand to rip off the damaged sleeve of her shirt.  Binding it around her shoulder hurt like fuck and she’d pay for covering an uncleaned wound later, but she couldn’t risk bleeding to death.  Streaks of it dripped down the length of her arm, and every breath hurt like fuck from the knife still in her back.  A deep, dull throb pounded through her entire body from the blade, distracting and dulling her senses.

Both were less important than the poison.

Breathing, gathering her strength, Naomi stood in the middle of the carnage-strewn corridor, blood dripping off her limp fingertips.

Well what do you know, this place finally felt like home.

“Welcome fucking back, Kirkwall says!”  She shouted hoarsely, voice echoing up and down the corridor.  “You were complaining about the lack of crime?!  Surprise!  There’s still plenty of other nugshit in store!”

She spat blood.

[inavagrant-a]

Fischl might be a unique(tm) lil girl but she was on to something for real.

[nesmamomen]

I've lost the love of my life, and my fingers refuse to write the word “death” in connection with him. I am still in denial, grappling with the harsh truth that he is gone. Now, I live amidst the ruins of memories—everything around me serves as a reminder of him. He adored the sky and the sea, always fascinated by the stars. I once told him that I wished the roof of our future home could be made of glass, so we could gaze at the stars together, dreaming of our life ahead. But all of that is now shattered, forever lost since Israel took away the soul of the one I cherished most.

My life has become an empty void, devoid of any motivation to take a single step forward. I find no desire to cry, to eat, or even to exist. Each day is a relentless cycle, repeating itself, as I wait for the moment of my death. I often find myself lost in thoughts of how it might happen: will I die whole, or will my body be scattered, pieces of me consumed by stray dogs and cats?

➡️Now, my focus has shifted to my family and the desperate need to save them from this hell we call home. This is not just a plea; it is a campaign for survival.

Please, if you can, do not hesitate to donate and help us find safety. Every bit counts in this fight for our lives.

My campaign has been verified

@\nabulsi here @\el-shab-hussein here

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[reginrokkr]

Tag dump repost #1

◟༺✧༻◞ memories are all but forgotten in the river of time ┊queue.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ glimpses in the past of a shattered spirit ┊headcanon.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ events to be remembered in blue veins ┊addendum.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ fragments of light from the roots of truth ┊reference.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ lament of a fallen seraph ┊thread.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ searching for a long lost fate ┊meme.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ fear not the long night if malice is to fade ┊musings.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ ethereal moon dust sunken in ripples of light ┊reflection.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ moon on the sky as a trembling heart ┊aesthetic.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ requiem of the echoing depths ┊music.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ crystalline traces splattered with stardust ┊open.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ analysis within the ley lines ichor ┊study.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ chaos is hardly different to poison ┊dash comment.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ shall fair divination be imparted ┊dash game.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ trust not the gods; nor overthrow them ┊psa.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ connections of an ancient twilight sword ┊promotions.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ forgo that which is cursed by the gods ┊self promo.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ gifts to prevail into eternity ┊keepsake.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ echoes of a fallen star ┊drabble.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ nascent dreams of fading twilight ┊wishlist.┊

[cause-between-and-beyond]

canon (first) vs oc-ified (second), azure edition

you can't see it (picrew didn't have the option), but azure has her hair in a bun

(picrew link)