#thalia & dorian

[turnthepagevn]

Ivy League get-togethers are fuckin wild.

@artwithoutblood

@lockefell-library

@gryphons-n-kelpies

[nirikeehan]

happy DADWC! for your Trevelyan with all those impressive titles, how about: Your character receives a threatening letter.

HI YES THANK YOU. You were vibing with @isseya-apologist who also sent me this prompt:

And listen, my girl's been fuckin bored after Trespasser and this is the perfect time to shake things up.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 816

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“Inquisitor? Inquisitor Trevelyan? Message for you.”

 The voice cut through Thalia’s reverie. The messenger stood in the doorway to the barn, ringed by the golden light of the late afternoon sun. Locusts in the wood buzzed; a butterfly fluttered lazily by. 

Thalia held a horse brush in her good hand, looked up from the flank of the mare Cullen had got her for their first wedding anniversary. The messenger was an elf, bare-faced and young. Couriers were common visitors to the house, but she did not recognize this one. Leliana employed many and more, and it was not unusual to see one she did not know, ferrying word out of the Grand Cathedral in Val Royeaux, especially bearing news too sensitive to entrust to birds. 

Thalia hung the brush up on the wall and approached. “Not Inquisitor. Not anymore.” But what could this youth know of that? She’d probably still been in single digits when she’d headed the Inquisition. The small folk still used that title plenty, though Herald of Andraste had stuck harder among them. In some places like Nevarra, she’d heard, they had taken to calling her a saint. 

The girl shrugged and held out the missive. Fine parchment, affixed with a seal. Thalia walked through the barn door and took it. Around them, spring in Ferelden bloomed. The trees were budding; purple and white wild flowers dotted the long dirt path to the cottage. All this had happened in the week she’d been away, this subtle turning of the seasons.

She reached out and took the letter. The seal was emerald green, not the red she was used it from the office of Divine Victoria. Thalia frowned, glancing over at Dorian, up at the house. He was bent over the chessboard on the porch. He and Cullen had been in the middle of a game when Cullen had been called away to Denerim by the queen. He was due back in a day or two, and Thalia and Dorian had only just arrived home themselves from a trip to Lake Calenhad. 

“Who did you say sent you?” Thalia asked, but when she looked back the girl was gone. 

She studied the seal on the letter, tilting it toward the light. A wolf’s head stood out from the wax. But the wolf, if she squinted, had six eyes. 

Thalia’s breath caught.  

She steadied the letter in the hand of her prosthetic and ripped it open. Meticulous handwriting, familiar as a face.

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My friend,

It has been six long years since we last spoke, but I think of our conversation often. And your promise, as well. I did not believe at first you intended to keep it, but then you disbanded the Inquisition. Commendable, if perhaps ill-advised, on your part. 

I know you have not remained idle, however. And neither have I. 

I have thought long and hard about whether to contact you at all. Your dreams remain carefully guarded. It would be easier to stay silent. But I am, admittedly, too sentimental for my own good. And so I ask a favor. 

We never had a chance to play chess at Skyhold. This is one of my deep regrets. So I give you the opportunity, now: set up your pieces, and we shall dance. 

Perhaps that is the wrong metaphor. It sounds better in Elvhen. 

I have taken the liberty of making the first move. I eagerly await yours. 

Regards,

Solas

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Thalia did not know how she got to the porch. She raised her chin from the letter and there she was. Dorian sat before her, fingers extended over his knight, the checkered board on the side table like an omen. Or like he’s been watching. 

She looked to the barn, to the empty path that meandered to South Reach. Woods all around them. She thought of the fences she and Cullen had never bothered to build, in the glut of peacetime. 

“Are you quite all right?” Dorian asked. “You look like you’ve seen Andraste herself, back from the dead.” 

Thalia held out the letter. A breeze picked up, warm and humid, fluttering the page and blowing her short auburn hair into her face. 

Dorian took it, began to read. His eyebrows shot upward. He raised his gaze to hers, mouth open, but no sound escaping. 

Thalia raked back her hair. She was warm and cold at once, a shiver overtaking her. She could shout; she could rage. She could run through the woods, find that elven girl, and hold a dagger to her throat. Demand answers. 

Instead, an unspeakable joy bubbled up from the depths of her stomach. It spilled out her throat, unbidden, triumphant. Like a ruler who will not be denied. 

“It’s starting,” she declared. 

She wanted to pick Dorian up and spin him around. Might have, if not for the look he was giving her. 

Finally, she thought. Finally, finally.

[nemo-in-wonderland]

OK, I NEED TO PRACTICE SOME SMLUFF, SO I NEED TO DRAW SOMETHING SMLUFFY.

CHOOSE ONE OF MY SHIPS HERE, AND THEY WILL BE THE GUINEA PIGS OF MY SMLUFF

BRING. IT. ON.

(Consider reblogging this so I have a more ample sample).

[dark-elf-writes]

Percy and Annabeth waking up in Thedas (and anyone else you think would be fun) for them to end up with Percy as Inquisitor would be hilarious.

I’m laughing so hard at this because I know deep down in my heart that Percy just stumbled on the Conclave in the five minutes he was separated from the others (Annabeth, Thalia, and maybe Nico and Grover?) and managed to find the closest thing to a god to piss off immediately. I also know that he picked up the orb, felt the agony of the anchor being carved into his hand and in the split second before it all blew up yeeted it as hard as he could at Corypheus.

The others are so tired because of course Percy managed to become the head of an organization actively fighting a hole in the sky AND get amnesia the minute they turn their backs. They will stay with him and fight however. It’s what they do.

[jwk7]

joshua - he/him, minor, canadian, july leo.

♡ history, art, music.

requests: open

fandoms i write for: percy jackson (+ the heroes of olympus), throne of glass.

characters i write for:

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, thalia grace, nico di angelo, will solace, clarisse la rue.

aelin galathynius, rowan whitethorn, dorian havilliard, manon blackbeak, chaol westfall, yrene towers, lorcan salvaterre, elide lochan, aedion ashryver, lysandra ennar, fenrys moonbeam, gavriel ashryver.

things i will not write: suicide, self-harm, rape, smut.

[nightingale2004]

Names for the members of the House of Prince of Harry Potter: my Hc

Male:

Rasmus

Erasmus

Tiberius

Ulrik

Dimitri

Demetrius

Vladimir/Vlad

Ivar

Ivan

Damien

Roman

Atreus

Edgar

Craven

Draven

Corvus

Corvin

Corvinus

Morpheus

Tieran

Mordred

Cain/Kane

Raven (gender-neutral)

Ignatius

Casimir

Nikolai

Mordecai

Severin

Ezekiel

Valeriyan

Rasputin

Mortimer

Octavius/Octavian

Hades

Alexander

Voltaire

Osiris

Kieran

Augustus

Mavros

Sebastian

Colin

Edmund

Gabriel

Castor

Drystan

Jericho

Erebus

Hadrian

Thanatos

Kyrell

Cassius

Acacius

Crow/ Qrow

Corbin

Bertram

Victor/Viktor

Orev

Dorian

Nicodemus

Oberon

Hezekiah

Mortis

Azhrael

Umbra/Umbros

Ereborn

Valkhar

Aurelius

Niklaus

Cole

Colton

Cassander

Bartholomew

Arsenios

Severinus

Ambrosius

Cornelius

Nathaniel

Stephen

Malachai

Shane

Samuel

Antonio

Endymion

Balthazar

Gossamer

Zenon

Deimos

Diaval

Ciaran

Maurice

Duncan

Raziel

Female:

Tatiana

Seraphina

Seraphiel

Lilith

Elvira

Dahlia

Hecate

Morgana

Morgan

Morticia

Marcellina/Marceline

Nyx

Magda

Demetria

Irina

Dominika

Sabrina

Safrina

Regina

Gwyneth

Gwyneira

Octavia

Persephone

Morana

Noxaina

Galatea

Constance

Evelyn

Belladonna

Artemis

Quintessa

Roksana

Priscilla

Marcella

Alexandria

Victoria

Selena/Selene

Gwendolyn

Guinevere

Eileen

Corvina

Coretta

Tatia

Nyssa

Irene

Francesca

Hyacinth

Susanna

Susan

Lucinda

Aviana

Urania

Aranea

Eretria

Vespera

Darci

Darcelle

Madeline

Nathaira

Tanith

Deyanira

Cassandra

Acacia

Lyssa

Ravenna

Melinoe

Merletta

Mystique

Raquel

Serena

Petra

Mavis

Thalia

Morwenna

Nyxara

Caladrea

Nirvanna

Obsidra

Lunaris

Luna

Draconia

Eclipsa

Meteora

Natalia

Sloane

Dharianna

Sophia

Antonia

Elodie

Isabelle

Coventina

Ciara

Layla

Maeve

Melanie

Adrienne

Tempest

Yvonne

Viridiana

Ombra

Houses: Ravenclaw and Slytherin

All I got. Enjoy

[acronym-chaos]

The Spiral Inspired ID Pack

[PT: The Spiral Inspired ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Aidan, Alaric, Amara, Asher, Axiom, Azura, Calypso, Callen, Celia, Chaos, Cipher, Colette, Dante, Delirium, Dorian, Echo, Elara, Elio, Emery, Escher, Etherea, Fallon, Faye, Fragment, Gideon, Glitch, Inez, Jareth, Jinx, Kieran, Lira, Lorelei, Lucian, Lucid, Maren, Maze, Memento, Mira, Moriah, Nadia, Nebula, Niko, Obscura, Ophelia, Paradox, Phantasm, Prism, Riddle, Ripple, Selene, Shade, Shimmer, Silas, Sine, Solstice, Soren, Static, Tamsin, Tangent, Tempest, Tetra, Thalia, Valen, Vera, Zander, Zinnia

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Be / Bend / Bends; Blu / Blur / Blurs; Coi / Coil / Coils; Con / Tort / Torts [Contort]; Cur / Curve / Curves; Dist / Distort / Distorts; Echo / Echo / Echoes; Fog / Fog / Fogs; Fra / Ctal / Ctals [Fractal]; Loo / Loop / Loops; Maze / Maze / Mazes; Mirr / Ror / Mirrors; Para / Dox / Doxes [Paradox]; Puzz / Puzzle / Puzzles; Re / Ref / Refs [Reflect]; Spi / Spiral / Spirals; Swi / Swirl / Swirls; Tan / Tangle / Tangles; Twis / Twist / Twists; Warp / Warp / Warps; Whi / Whirl / Whirls; Zig / Zag / Zigzags; Zag / Zag / Zags; Zig / Zig / Zigs

Titles

[PT: Titles].

Avatar of Insanity, The Bringer of Madness, The Corrupter of Minds, The Distorted Visionary, The Endless Maze, The Illusion Weaver, The Labyrinthine Trickster, The Master of Chaos, The Mind Bender, The Paradoxical Phantom, The Reality Twister, The Shadow of Confusion, The Spiral Architect, The Vortex Voyager, [Pronoun] Who Distorts Reality, [Pronoun] Who Lurks in Loops, [Pronoun] Who Reflects Madness, [Pronoun] Who Twists Perceptions, [Pronoun] Who Warps the Mind

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, end ID]

Requested by @mxtaroo!

Also tagging: @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[bloodedhearts]

Once my theme is ready I'll write these things properly on their pages BUT here have some info in alphabetical order:

BALDUR'S GATE 3 MUSES

My Astarion will always remain a spawn. I won't write him ascended.

For his personal quest, I will "default" to him freeing the other spawns after he killed Cazador and sending them to the Underdark.

He's a flirt, but he's hard to actually ship with. It takes a lot to reach him under his many layers.

I will mostly write him during BG3 timeline, but I'm open to do pre-game and post-game stuff, too.

Cassandra is a gold draconic sorcerer, which means she has high affinity with fire magic

She resisted her urge and ended up free from it after her dual with Orin, being alive and well at the end of the game. I won't write her otherwise.

In her playthrough, she was in a romantic relationship with Astarion, but she won't automatically be interested in him if you write him. Chemistry is needed, and I'm also open to ship her with other characters if chemistry is there.

In my headcanon, Cassandra couldn't resist her urge before getting the tadpole and could barely exist on her own.

My main verse is BG3, but I'm very interested in writing pre-game stuff and even post-game stuff.

My Shadowheart will always become a Selunite and betrayed Shar.

My "default" for her ending is that she accepted to let her parents rest in peace.

Chemistry is needed for shipping as usual.

I will mostly write her during BG3 timeline, but I'm open to do pre-game and post-game stuff, like I said for Astarion.

DRAGON AGE MUSES

My "default" for Fenris is that he stayed at Hawke's side and that they sided with the mages.

Like I said for Neve, he won't automatically have a crush on Hawke or sleep with Isabela if you write them because chemistry is always needed. I'm also willing to ship him with other characters if chemistry is there.

I'm willing to write pre-DA2 stuff, but I'll focus on DA2, DAI and DATV's timelines.

If we're writing in DAI or DATV's timelines and we're not shipping, you can assume Fenris is Hawke's lover. The one I have in mind is my main Hawke, Allys, who's a diplomatic/sarcastic mage who sided with the mages.

In DAI, romanced or not, he will come to Skyhold once he learns Hawke is there and help the Inquisition at his friend's/lover's side.

In DATV, he will be helping the Shadow Dragons.

He hates Solas deeply, and even more after he learned what happened to Varric.

I'm writing Neve hardened and not hardened. I personally saved Treviso in my first playthrough and Minrathous in my second one, and I know I'll save Treviso more often. I'll write both versions of Neve, but I'll mostly default to Treviso.

Neve will always become the protector of Dock Town at the end of her questline.

Because I'm always selective when it comes to shipping, she won't automatically have a crush on Rook or on Lucanis if you write them. Chemistry will always be needed. I'm willing to ship her with other characters too if chemistry is there.

I'm focusing on Veilguard timeline, but I'm also open to write her post-Veilguard and post-Trespasser.

My inquisitor Thalia Lavellan is a tempest rogue and she's a very skilled archer.

Her romance in DAI was with Solas, but I'm open to other ships if chemistry is there (especially with Cullen ngl because he's the one I've romanced the most in DAI). If we're not shipping, I'll default to a relationship with Solas, especially in Trespasser and Veilguard's timelines.

Dorian was Thalia's closest friend in DAI and it'll default to this when it applies.

She has a twin brother named Zephyr.

I'm open to pre-Inquisition stuff, but I'm more interested in writing her during DAI, Trespasser, Veilguard and the gap between these games.

[videogame-ocs]

My DA Canon Worldstate family trees #3- The Trevelyan family tree (Ostwick branch)

Part 3 of my Dragon Age protagonists family tree series, this time it’s the last of the canon protagonists families (until Dreadwolf arrives), the Inquisitor herself, Anya Trevelyan.

This isn’t the last of the family trees, oh no, I’ve got a few non canon protagonists to do, especially since in my Worldstate they all still exist.

Anyway I really enjoyed doing the Trevelyan family tree because whilst I miss the origins set up in DAO, DAI offers the most freedom out of the three games in terms of imagining your protagonist’s family. More information is under the cut.

Explanations:

I actually made most of my Inquisitor’s family this time in the game because I was making my second l non canon Trevelyan play through, Bertrand Trevelyan, Anya’s oldest brother, and thought sod it, I’ll make the rest of The Trevelyan’s before I make him.

Anya is the youngest of 7. There are 15 years between Bertrand and Anya.

Percival (Percy) and Bertrand Trevelyan are two of my non canon Inquisitors BUT I headcanon those two brothers actively join the Inquisition in my canon play through at various points in the game, showing support for their little sister in her role as Inquisitor.

Frederick Trevelyan was married before he married Sophia, but his wife died of a sickness two years into the marriage.

The Trevelyan siblings are half Orlesian, but they’ve never been to Orlais because their mother refuses to take them as she doesn’t get on with her mother and sister, in fact she pretty much denounces her Orlesian heritage.

The Du Beaufort family added the Du to Beaufort to make their surname sound even more Orlesian.

Sophia Trevelyan actually changed her name from Sophie to Sophia when she ran away from Orlais and married Bann Frederick Trevelyan.

Geneviéve Du Beaufort, the Trevelyan’s cousin, actually looks eerily similar to my non-canon Lavellan Inquisitor, Thalia. There is a reason for this, a family secret that her mother and grandmother are determined to keep from everyone. Geneviéve is elf blooded. Her father is Thalia’s father, Thalia is Geneviéve’s half sister.

Geneviéve actually also jumps ship from Orlais to Ferelden and Skyhold some time in the years between Corypheus’ defeat and the Exalted Council because she has been biding her time for years to escape her entitled her mother and grandmother. She goes by Trevelyan after that, (after asking permission from her aunt’s family of course)

I head canon that the romances in the non canon playthroughs still happen in my Worldstate, mainly because Dorian and Iron Bull didn’t get together in my canon play through so I head canon that Percy and Dorian met on the journey to Skyhold, and grew close, marrying in secret sometime before the Exalted Council and because Bertrand will be romancing Cassandra when I get round to it, Bertrand met Cassandra when he joined after Orlais.

Anya and Cullen of course, being my canon romance, get married in the exalted council.

I do have a fic in the planning about whether or not they manage to get away with the whole spontaneous marriage thing with Anya’s family but it may be a while before I write it.

[slocumjoe]

Things yall apparently think count as monsterfucking, given the explanations yall have given as to how super mutants and ghouls count as monsterfucking

Hylians (not human + capable of magic)

Bretons from Skyrim (not human + capable of magic)

Elves in general (not human + capable of magic)

Twilight vampires (not human + can be immoral/dangerous + capable of magic)

Dorian Grey (immortal, has magic, immoral)

Captain America (has powers and was immortal)

Iron Man (has a magic thingy in his heart)

Percy Jackson/Annabeth/Thalia Grace/Those Characters (capable of magic, many powers, can be immoral/dangerous, can be immortal)

King Arthur (powers)

The Green Giant from the canned vegetables (inhuman, presumably has powers)

Sailor Moon (immortal and has powers)

Every Disney princess (powers)

Mages from Dragon Age. Not shapeshifters. Just mages. (Capable of magic)

She-ra/Adora from She-ra (shapeshifts into a slightly taller version of herself)

Harry Potter characters (can shapeshift and have magic)

Hannibal Lector (immoral and dangerous)

Mother Gothel (immoral, dangerous, immortal, and uses magic/a magic)

The toys from toy story (capable of dying at will, inhuman, immortal, can have powers depending on type of toy)

[nirikeehan]

For the WIP ask game,

spicing up the marriage but what about dorian

Thank you so much for asking!

Lmaoooo ok SO I'm feeling out the world state of this AU, right? It's six years after Trespasser, when Thalia and Cullen got married. I've written a lot about their early relationship, but a time jump into a part of their marriage where things are very settled and not much is going on is new for me. So I said (half-jokingly, as is how many of my fics become fics) that I needed to write some smut of them as a boring married couple now. I don't write a lot of smut in general; I find it pretty difficult and usually only write it once every six months or so. And it's been ages since I've written any for this pairing specifically.

but what ABOUT Dorian?

So the opening action of my You Take the Dread Wolf AU is Dorian fleeing Tevinter in the midst of the Qunari advance into the country. He's staying with Thalia and Cullen in Ferelden as a houseguest pretty much indefinitely. So... lol. (Have I mentioned I can never write smut unless there's some ludicrous premise? like trying to bang for the first time in months while you're worried about disturbing your traumatized houseguest?)

Oh also I decided Cullen's sister Mia would be all up in Thalia and Cullen's business about why they don't have kids yet. Cullen has warmed to the idea more than Thalia has, as you'll see.

“Did I tell you what she sent me home with last time I visited? A special blend of tea she made herself. Meant to ‘increase fertility,’ she told me.”  “She did not,” Thalia squealed. Cullen nodded, stifling a chortle. “She did too.” “Maker, you didn’t put it in the tin with the rest of the teas, did you?”  Cullen laughed. “No, no. Bottom drawer of my desk. I felt bad just throwing it out.”  “Well, good,” Thalia said, vaguely mortified. “I wouldn’t want it getting mixed up anywhere and served to guests.” “Oh, she means well,” Cullen said, with characteristic defense of someone whom Thalia considered his most insufferable sibling. “After I was incommunicado all those years, it’s the least I can do to accept a gift.” He paused, and she could feel him weighing his words. “And besides, if we ever did want to, you know…” He cleared his throat. “A little luck wouldn’t hurt?”  “Having a baby while the Qunari threaten our very existence hardly sounds like luck to me,” Thalia replied archly. “And that’s not even considering the other dangers we face.”  Cullen’s eyes narrowed. They’d been on this precipice several times before, and mentally she dared him: Say it. Say his name. The moment passed. Cullen gave her a sly grin. “You know, to make a baby, we’d actually have to pay the tithe.” The shift was so unexpected, Thalia burst out laughing. “Are you making a pass at me?”  Cullen joined in with a self-conscious chuckle. “Is it working?” “Not the smoothest line I’ve heard from you, I’ll admit.” Thalia gazed at his sleepy, unshaven face, his messy mop of pale hair framed by the pillow. She leaned over and hooked a finger under the collar of his shirt. “Oh, Maker, how long has it been?”  She seemed to recall the dead of winter, a roaring fire in the hearth, drinking hot cocoa on the sofa. Long before Dorian’s plea for help had come through her end of the sending crystal, upending everything. “Too long,” Cullen murmured, putting his hand on the nape of her neck.  “You don’t—  think he’d hear?” Thalia asked, gesturing downstairs with a tilt of her head.  Cullen pressed a finger to her lips and whispered, “Not if we’re quiet.”

[sad-orlesian]

I'm so sorry it took so long, but we're back, and we're sad, and every body deserves a break.

(TW) This chapter contains mentions of dubious consent pertaining to the story being centered around an arranged marriage, so be advised!

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A little extract ~

There was no more dancing for her that night, but Thalia almost missed the mindlessness it afforded her when it was replaced by an unceasing flow of well wishers, faked worried inquiries on her wounds and insincere outrage. 

She had been so glad to be able to invite most of her friends in one place for once, and yet she barely had any more unobserved time with any of them for the rest of the evening. Her husband did not stray any more than three feet from her. Still, Cullen hovered around her, his hand at the ready close to his sword, decorative as it may be, and Dorian kept to her line of sight, making faces at the back of the courtiers talking to Thalia. Masks were indeed useful in some situations, she thought as she bit the inside of her cheek. 

Try as she might, she couldn’t stop her eyes from roaming, scanning the ballroom, hoping, dreading to see someone. Politely discussing political matters with some dignitaries, maybe. Leading a foreign lady in a fast dance. Leaning on a pillar, seeping wine and observing mischievously the revelry. Cornering a naive dalish Inquisitor in a dark library to make her see stars. 

[dark-elf-writes]

Does anyone remember that Dragon age/Percy Jackson AU I threw out there a while ago because it’s once again haunting me but specifically the alternate future part through Dorian’s eyes.

Because while Dorian had seen Percy fight and close a rift before it is nothing compared to seeing Percy thrown into the future with his friends having been left behind.

“I’ll protect you,” He had sworn to the boy, to the Herald of fucking Andraste, even after he saw the water they had landed in rise to drown two guards without Percy lifting a finger. Even he wasn’t sure if he meant he was protecting Percy from Alexius’ men or from the heartbreak he already suspected waited for them in the wings.

Nothing, not even the sinking dread in his gut as they found more and more red lyrium growing from the very castle itself, could have prepared him for the sight of Percy finding his friends. He suspected that the castle would have crumbled under the force of the earthquake Percy summoned if Annabeth hadn’t stepped forward to cup his face with glowing red hands.

“You can stop this Seaweed Brain,” She breathed, once gray eyes horribly red and milky from the infection ravaging her. “You will go back and stop this before it can begin.”

Percy’s sob is a horrible, choked thing as he grips her wrists. His grip on her gentle even as the rest of him and the very world they stand on trembles in his wrath and grief. “I’ll kill him,” He vows through clenched teeth and Dorian isn’t sure if he means Alexius or his Elder One. Isn’t sure the distinction even matters.

It’s a vow Percy repeats over and over again. With his hands on Thalia’s shoulder looking under where the red crystals have fused her circlet to her skin. Cupping Nico’s cheeks as a red haze all but hides the boy from view. With a stone still hand gripping Bull’s forearm. Holding a bow out to a gaunt and haunted Leliana even as she spits venomed words in his face. With the ashes of Connor still hanging in the air of a bedroom turned jail cell.

Through it all the castle trembles.

Dorian isn’t sure if Percy found the bottle of lyrium or lifted it from Dorian’s own pouch, but that though had been quickly forgotten when Percy summoned the storm to him.

(A god, Dorian had thought in that first stunned moment as the boy, the force of nature, had hurled himself at Alexius with sword in hand. Not terribly far off he had learned later when the truth about the odd children that had tumbled into their world had finally come out.)

“I’ll protect you,” Dorian had sworn and had kept his promise, even if keeping Percy at his side while his friends had died one after another to buy them seconds broke his heart. Even if his scream as Annabeth, the last and closest to them, had fallen just as the portal had opened still rang in his ears. Even if he had been forced to drag the boy (Maker, he was just a boy) through while he screamed for her.

The castle (whole and full of stone instead of red crystal) shook all the same as Percy spared Alexius through gritted teeth. As he spared the mages too. Far more merciful than any god Dorian had ever heard of and just as powerful.

[cassiuspr]

(CONTENT WARNING. I WENT A LITTLE CRAZY. THIS TRANSCRIPT CONTAINS GORE, BLOOD, THE KILLER, EYE TRAUMA, DEATH AND WHATNOT. BE CAREFUL.)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The video begins at chest height in a room, the door is closed, and an unconscious man with 6 arms is in the center. The person whom the device belongs to seems to be bored. After a few minutes, the man in the middle of the room wakes up. Looking around before his eyes land on the person with the device, they widen, and he scrambles backwards.]

?: Hey there! So nice of you to join me!

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

?: Y– you don’t have to do this, y’know! We’re all friends here, right?

[Voice identified: Nicholas.]

C: Hm, yeah, no. I do. And apparently we’re not. 

N: [Nervous laughter.] Whaaaat? Nooooo, we’re friends!

C: Friends don’t push each other down elevator shafts.

N: L– look, I know I’ve done some bad stuff lately, but can we just let it slid–

[Cassius takes a step towards Nicholas. The pure violent hatred is clearly audible in his voice.]

C: Do you know how much of your bullshit I’ve let slide? From the beginning of your employment to now, do you know how many times I’ve let you off easy?

N: I–

C: [As he lists things, he grows more and more angry.] Remember the 17 times you let me die just so you could take full credit for a job? Or maybe the thousands of times you’ve pulled ‘pranks’ on PR members that actively upset them? Remember when you purposefully left Dorian's finger behind so we had to go out of our way to get him a new one? Oh! Maybe you’ll fucking remember this! Laughing as I had to SNAP THALIA’S FUCKING NECK. But no! We’re all friends here, right?

N: Oh, real mature, bringing Thalia int–

C: [Forcefully.] Enough. 

[Nicholas flinches back, Cassius takes another step forward.]

C: You’ve crossed a line today, Nicholas. 

N: S– so? Just snap my n– neck already, man. 

C: Your obliviousness is funny. History lesson time! Do you know what we used to do in France if someone committed high treason?

N: No…? Wh– pretty– pretty egotistical. To consider yourself–

C: Dismemberment, that’s what. Can you see where I’m going with this?

[Nicholas pales, and Cassius finally closes the distance between the two of them. Grabbing Nicholas by one of his 6 arms and yanking on it, one leg braced against his torso, he screams in pain as the arm is ripped off, blood begins to seep from where it had sat.]

C: Oh, you think that was bad! Just wait until I get to your actual fucking limbs.

[Cassius continues to do this, and the screaming only gets louder and more agonized as he does. Within 10 minutes, each metal arm is removed, Nicholas moves his two arms around, seemingly trying to get used to the feeling. Tears flow down his face from the pain of the whole ordeal.]

N: P– please, Cass, I– just– just kill me already! 

[Cassius scoffs at Nicholas’ plea, and just reaches forward and takes hold of his right arm. Nicholas shakes, either from the miserable state he’s in, or from fear. Maybe even both. Cassius begins laughing uncontrollably, and he yanks on Nicholas’ arm once, twice, and then finally three times, it comes out on the third. Nicholas lets out a shriek worthy of a horror movie. Cassius holds the arm out in front of him, and waits until Nicholas opens his eyes again before bringing it to his mouth and seemingly taking a large bite. He discards it, and grabs his left leg next. This time stamping down on his upper leg, and bending the lower part backwards. Nicholas’ voice is hoarse as he screams out again.]

C: Mm… Might have to speed this up a bit…

N: [Quietly.] Please.

[Cassius jerks his arm, snapping Nicholas’ leg, another shout. It sounds as if his voice can’t take much more.]

[He pulls out his phone, a glare on the screen preventing it from being seen. He puts it away.]

C: Yeahhh. As fun as this has been. It’s time to finish this. Ready to die?

[Nicholas shakes his head, as the silhouette of the spider legs appear on the ground. Terror fills his eyes, and Cassius begins to hysterically laugh, it turns into more of a screech, inhuman in nature, as the spider legs dig into Nicholas, aiding in the cutting of the rest of his limbs. Before Nicholas can bleed out, Cassius jams them into his torso, and ever so slowly cuts the man open, spilling organs out onto the now blood covered floor.]

C: Now, final touch!

[Two spider legs make their way to Nicholas’ head, positioning themselves right above his eyes, the man is unable to move away as they stick themselves right into his eye sockets. The dying man now remains still. Cassius makes a small satisfied noise, and reaches up to the camera, turning the transcript off.]

[Transcript end.]

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HAPPY FRIDAY EDDDD maybe maybe some friendship time for OCs (Thalia & Alora or Thalia & Talenna???) + ❛ i can keep a secret ❜ from the platonic prompts??? 👉👈

YALL THEYRE SO CUTE I CAN'T TwT Thanks so much for this prompt Niri, and for letting me write Thalia!!! (Hopefully I did okay on characterization kjbewfrjewgh) Can't get enough of her and Alora having cute times as horse buddies <3

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Rated T: Very minor mentions of sex and implied sex, 467 Words

Secrets Shared| By Exalted_Dawn

Thalia paused in her brushing, a cloud of dirt and sawdust kicking up beneath her curry comb as her hand came to an abrupt stop. She stared, wide eyed, over at Alora, her mouth slack jawed as the elf only ducked her head further against the piebald horse’s withers. “Oh my goodness, wait, did you actually?!”

The blonde’s ears lit up a bright red, nearly glowing, and ever so slowly Alora nodded her head. “Sathan- please don’t tell anyone. Creators forbid Dorian- shit, or Sera, finds out. I’ll never hear the end of it. The last thing I need right now are impromptu sex safety talks and accompanying gagging noises…”

Thalia stifled a giggle, a few strands of her deep auburn hair falling into her face as she ducked to hide her amusement. As soon as she regained her composure, she resumed her work, falling back into that familiar steady rhythm of brush and comb. “No worries, Ali. I can keep a secret. But really- good for you. You both deserved a bit of time to yourselves after everything that’s been happening as of late. I suppose I just didn���t expect either of you to take the proverbial jump.” She paused, blinking. “Wait a minute. Which one of you made the first move?”

Alora’s face snapped up from her hiding place, the flush from her ears now also painted across the soft round curve of her friend’s cheeks in a way that made her Vallaslin an almost violent scarlet by comparison. 

“Thalia!” She cried in a broken whisper, as if scandalized Thalia had even asked. 

Blackwall’s head shot up from the corner of the stables, his brows lifting questioningly in Thalia’s direction in wordless concern. The redhead shook her head with a laugh and shooed away his worried gaze with a wave of her hand towards the workbench, and then returned her attention back to Alora. 

The girl was glaring at her with about as fierce an expression she could manage, but honestly that really wasn’t saying much. Thalia felt her lips twitch again with laughter, but for both Alora and the horse’s sake, she kept it in. “You’ll need to be more careful if you don’t want anyone else finding out about you and Solas. But still, I think I’m owed an answer for my discretion.” 

She stared expectantly at Alora, meeting her amber gaze with a sky-calm one of her own. 

One second.

Two seconds.

Three sec-

“...It was me…”

Oh my-

Thalia’s delighted squeal echoed in the near empty barn, followed soon after by the clatter of woodworking tools and the combined curses of Alora and Blackwall both. Alasalen shifted on uneasy feet, pulling at his ropes with his ears pinned flat. 

And somewhere across Skyhold, Solas sat, ignorant of secrets shared. For now.

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Ivan (Alien Stage) ID Pack

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Names

[PT: Names].

Adrian, Adrien, Alaric, Alina, Brielle, Cedric, Celeste, Clarisse, Corvin, Damian, Dorian, Elara, Elias, Emery, Evadne, Evander, Hayden, Helene, Isolde, Jules, Laurent, Leona, Lilith, Lucian, Matthias, Mireille, Morgana, Nikolai, Niles, Odessa, Sebastian, Selene, Seraphine, Silas, Thalia, Thorne, Valeria, Verity, Viktor, Vincent, Vivienne

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Bound / Binding / Binds, Ca / Cap / Tive [Captive], Cling / Clings / Clings, Crave / Craves / Craves, Des / Desire / Desires, Ech / Echo / Echos, Glo / Glow / Glows, Iso / Isol / Isols [Isolation], Ki / Kiss / Kisses, Lo / Lor / Lones, Lo / Los / Losts, Lu / Lumi / Lumis [Luminate], Ly / Lyr / Lyrics, Sce / Scene / Scenes, Si / Sing / Sings, Sta / Stage / Stages, Sta / Star / Stars, Ve / Ver / Verse, Ye / Yearn / Yearns

Titles

[PT: Titles].

[Pronoun] Who Desires from Afar, [Pronoun] Who Yearns Unseen, The Enigmatic Vocalist, The One Lost Among Others, The One Stolen by the Stage, The One Who Serenades in Solitude, The Performer Bound by Obsession, The Performer With Chains Unseen, The Silent Observer, The Star That Burns Alone, The Stoic Singer, The Unbroken Captive

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