#ts alistair

[skullmoss]

sera dragon age is probably one of the most interesting elf characters of dragon age inquisition and i pity the people who don't understand her.

like if you want to talk about a tragic elf from dragon age inquisition lets saddle up and talk about the tragedy that is sera and her being a self-hating elf. her character profile literally lays out what she stands for, what her struggles are related to. "Sera fights for those caught in the middle"

she's caught in the middle in more ways than one. beyond war, beyond politics.

born and raised as an in-between, an Other to the human society for no reason other than being an elf, orphaned from a young age and snatched up from the alienage by humans, alienating her from the from the city elves and their traditions. an Other to the "pure" elves (the Dalish) for being a 'flat ear,' many who don't accept city elves unless they completely abandon their traditions for the 'true' elven ways.

[itz-darktrax]

Random fact: Morty Krei, possibly the father of Alistair Krei (I can't spell his first name properly lol) who originally created Krei Tech as a rotary phone manufacturer.

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ECHOES BABY LIST HUGE MESS POSSIBLE DUPES IM WORKING ON IT

Heres part one of the baby list as im working on a cleaner, better version.

Orca

Whale

Apple EAH F

Ashlynn EAH F

Blondie EAH F

Briar EAH F

Brooke EAH F

Bunny EAH F

Cerise EAH F

Cedar EAH F

Courtly EAH F

Crystal EAH F

Cupid EAH F

Darling EAH F

Duchess EAH F

Farrah EAH F

Faybelle EAH F

Holly EAH F

Justine EAH F

Jillian EAH F

Kitty EAH F

Lizzy EAH F

Lilly EAH F

Madeline EAH F

Meeshell EAH F

Mirra EAH F

Melody EAH F

Nina EAH F

Poppy EAH F

Rosabella EAH F

Raven EAH F

Alistair EAH M

Chase EAH M

Dexter EAH M

Daring EAH M

Humphry EAH M

Hunter EAH M

Hopper EAH M

Sparrow EAH M

Emory DAMSEL M

Ama DAMSEL F

Alina S&B F

Aleksander S&B M

Kirigian S&B M

Darkling S&B M

Mal S&B M

Inej S&B F

Zoya S&B F

Nina S&B F

Kaz S&B M

Jesper S&B M

Wylen S&B M

Mattias S&B M

Nikolai S&B M

Milo S&B M

Vasily S&B M

David s&b m

Genya S&B F

Aisha WINX F

Bloom WINX F

Diaspro WINX F

Daphne WINX F

Darcy WINX F

Flora WINX F

Faragonda WINX F

Griffin WINX F

Icy WINX F

Layla WINX F

Musa WINX F

Stella WINX F

Stormy WINX F

Valtor WINX M

Roxi WINX F

Tecna Winx F

Domino WINX F/M

Sparks WINX F/M

Andros WINX M/F

Varanda WINX WINX

Dyamond WINX F/M

Earth WINX F/M

Tir na Nog WINX F/M

Erkalyon WINX F/M

Karunda WINX F/M

Linphea WINX FM

Magix WINX FM

Melody WINX FM

Obsidian WINX FM

Pyros WINX FM

Solaria WINX FM

Zenith WINX FM

Belladonna WINX F

Liliss WINX F

Tharma WINX F

Mirta WINX F

Mitzi WINX F

Aelin TOG F

Caleana TOG F

Lysandra TOG F

Manon TOG F

Nehemia TOG F

Yrene TOG F

Chaol TOG M

Dorian TOG M

Rowan TOG M

Kaltain TOG F

Sam TOG M

Cairn TOG M

Maeve TOG F

Lorcan TOG M

Aedion TOG M

Asterin TOG F

Fenrys TOG M

Gavriel TOG M

Erawan TOG M

Rolfe TOG M

Neseryn TOG M

Amani ROTS F

Delila ROTS F

Hala ROTS F

Shazad ROTS F

Leyla ROTS F

Shira ROTS F

Ahmed ROTS M

Jin ROTS M

Nagiub ROTS M

Noorsham ROTS M

Kadir ROTS M

Tamin ROTS M

Rahim ROTS M

America TS F

Celeste TS F

Elise TS F

Eadlyn TS F

Kriss TS F

Marley TS F

Amberly TS F

Klarkson TS M

Aspen TS M

Maxon TS M

Eikko TS M

Kile TS M

Carter TS M

Natalie TS F

Lucy TS F

Brice TS F

Alera LEGACY F

Marianna LEGACY F

Cannen LEGACY M

Narian LEGACY M

Steldor LEGACY M

Annalisa TEQ F

Everly TEQ F

Foreverly TEQ F

Farrah TEQ F

Hartly TEQ F

Truely TEQ F

Roth TEQ M

Reese TEQ M

Saxon TEQ M

Vikander TEQ M

Warick TEQ M

Ashleigh TCQ F

Wren TC F

Rose TC F

Alessandra TSBU F

Kallias TSBU M

Amren ACOTAR F

Elain ACOTAR F

Feyre ACOTAR F

Morrigan ACOTAR F

Nesta ACOTAR F

Azriel ACOTAR M

Cassian ACOTAR M

Lucien ACOTAR M

Rhysand ACOTAR M

Suriel ACOTAR M

Tamlin ACOTAR M

Nyx ACOTAR M

Aurora ROAR F

Amarantha ACOTAR F

Cassius ROAR M

Locke ROAR M

Arya GOT F

Brienne GOT F

Cersei GOT F

Catalyn GOT F

Daenerys GOT F

Ellaria GOT F

Melisandre GOT F

Margaery GOT F

Missandei GOT F

Myrcella GOT F

Lyanna GOT F

Mirri GOT F

Olenna GOT F

Volantis GOT GN

Targaryen GOT GN

Stark GOT GN

Lannister GOT GN

Tyrell GOT GN

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The Driver

Part of the Sports AU series

Words: 1,244

A short series of fics telling the tale of an all-star found family of sporting champions during competition crunch time. This first one starts off with Logan, a short distance runner.

Ships: Morolo, Jamil, Apaceit

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Roman looked up into his rear view mirror, where he could clearly see the rest of the minivan. Logan had fallen asleep against the window, earbuds still playing some form of techno music. Dec and Ali were playing cards behind him, Emily helping Dec by looking at Ali's cards. Lucus was reading a book next to Emily, and Castor next to him, staring out the window. His eyes dropped back to the road ahead, painted golden by the setting sun.

 It had disappeared completely by the time they reached the hotel they were staying the night at. Patton and Emil had texted to let them know they were already checked in, and to meet them, and Jay, in the lounge area. After several attempts to wake up Logan, Ali resorted to carrying him bridal style, followed by Roman and Emily carrying baggage. Lucus hadn't looked up from his phone, and ended up being gently guided through the door by Castor.

The second Patton saw them, he barrelled towards the group, shouting excitedly.

"Oh my gosh! I saw the competition on the news and he won! I'm so proud of- oh, oops."

Upon realising Logan was asleep, he smiled sheepishly and lowered his voice to a whisper, cooing over him. Emil was the next over, smiling at the group, and even letting out a little laugh at Patton and Emily's antics as they messed about with wide grins, then turned to Roman, with a soft, unreadable look on his face.

"Good luck tomorrow. Jay thinks it too."

Those seven words stunned the whole group into silence. As a chess player, Emil was a man of few words, so the few he spoke were often treasured. The silence was broken by Jay Eudach, manager of the Olympic Village and Roman's elder brother, walking over. The shocked silence took a sharper, measured tone, for the most part. If looks could kill, the one that Emily was giving the manager almost double her height would have ended him five times over. Her words came out like spat poison, an icy edge to rival a glacier. 

"Oh. Hello, Eudach."

Jay's tone matched her's in terms of temperature, but had an imperceptibly softer edge to it, that he'd deny to his dying days. He did not regret his decision, and no amount of icky feelings would change that.

"Reece. I seem to remember firing you, so it's a small wonder as to why you're here. Find a new manager already?"

Dec had to hold Emily in place to prevent her from doing something rash, but the intent was blindingly obvious in her look. In order to prevent a homicide, Emil quickly ushered the group upstairs, to their various rooms. Emil and Jay had a room, as did Logan, Roman and Patton, and Ali and Dec. Emily was sharing a room with her new manager, a floor above them, but promised to meet up with them in the morning. 

Roman was pacing. He looked at the clock. 3:38 AM. Logan and Patton were both fast asleep. He looked at the clock again. 5:47 AM. Wait what. He blinked, making sure he had the time right, then swore under his breath. Since it was obvious that he wasn't going to sleep tonight, he let himself out of the room, and took the lift down to the lounge. He ordered a coffee at the bar, and watched the sun rise from the horizon. 

His 6 AM alarm sent him back up to the room, where the others were just waking up. He couldn't help but admire as Logan and Patton stumbled shirtless round the room, still half asleep. He admired Patton's freckles, and Logan's eyes, and- oh they were looking at him. He made up a half baked excuse, and eventually accompanied them downstairs to meet the others. They were flying in later, so they were having a large breakfast, but warmups started in an hour, so he kissed each of his boyfriends on the cheek, and dashed off, to where the helicopter was waiting to fly him, and later his loved ones, to the track. 

Finally. He felt calmer, bound up in his leathers, surrounded by his helmet. He flexed his gloved fingers, and ran a finger along his favourite car. He revved the engine, and he could never get enough of how it purred beneath his touch, eager to race. He maneuvered onto the track, and began his practise laps, cheering as he felt the rush of the wind scraping under his helmet and clawing at his neck. He smiled at the blush of colours painting the early morning sky. He loved racing.

After came the interviews, and he revelled under all the attention, answering every question thrown at him, smiled into every flashing light, and greeted the lucky fans who got to meet him with a charming smile and a keen ear, giving advice to the younger generation of racers. He was known for being very down to earth and humble, and adored meeting hopeful racers. The thought of inspiring the next generation made him feel indescribable. 

Finally, it was time. He stepped out of the pits, took the last minute questions, and waved to the cameras, grinning at the cheer he heard in response. His smile only grew as he saw his family had taken their places, and the sight filled with newfound enthusiasm. On went his helmet, and he drove up to his starting marker. He focused on the lights, engine at the ready, watching one light, two lights, three four five go green and he was off, half listening to the radio chatter from his pit crew. 52 laps and it would be over for the season. He had to win.

6 laps in, and he was ahead by a full second, eerily silent as he raced, turned, narrowly avoided a pileup, cursing as the safety car pulled out, slowing them down to as slow as their engines were designed to go. 2 more laps, and he was free, tearing ahead. 10 laps, 20, a pit stop to change tires, 30, at 36, he was vying for second place, cursing up a storm at the car in front blocking his every attempt to overtake, whilst narrowly avoiding dropping down to third. 40 laps, 45, a German car had driven off the track, he hoped the driver was okay. 46 laps, 47, 48, another pit stop because it started to rain, 50, 51, he was so close to first place, 52, he could have been done by now, if it hadn't been for the crash, but the laps had to be made up, 53, he was so close, but at 54, he was the second to cross the finish line. He cheered nonetheless, happy to take a podium position. 

He pulled into his pit and took off his helmet, cheering with the crowd. His face was flushed, his hair tousled, and his grin so intoxicating. More interviews, more fans, and by the time he was free to leave, he was well and truly ready for a nap. He met up with the group, and all he got was blissful, understanding silence. They knew he needed to sleep. Needless to say, Jay drove them to the airport, to catch their flight to Tokyo. Tomorrow was Patton's gymnastic events, and they needed to cross the world in a very short amount of time. Thank goodness for private jets.

[vamprnce]

id love to know about your non fandom ocs :D

hey thank u!!!! 💖💖

well, so, some of my main ones are these fantasy one's who are assassins/thieves etc

Basically all these fools! :D 👆

they're in my original universe, that I label as the Summoning, basically the story is Blue and his friends/allies are trying to stop the cult he's part of w resurrecting the goddess of death and destruction, making him basically a traitor to the rest of the organization and has him and the rest of the group targeted. he and his family is "cursed" basically as they have the goddesses blood, he finds it a curse to him but others who worship the goddess and the family thinks its a good thing/blessing

there's like a lot more deep lore and stuff too but it's still a messy wip, I don't have everything set yet (like I really should work on it more w writing and drawing but all the stuff is jumbled in my head) a lot of stuff is incomplete or just has plot holes lol

other than Blue, there's Mykah who's race is like a demon/wolf thing, them and Blue are love interests and they basically met as children in the forest outside his village, they were hurt and lost so he took them back to his aunt Adina to heal them. Blue is the lead commander of his section of the assassin guild (there's 6 different groups on the continent) Mykah is co-commander or like a right hand man basically

there's Yanita and Ray who are childhood friends to Blue from the village and also subordinates in his group, Yani's an archer and also can see ghosts/spirits which is harder to see than the weird monsters and demons on the land. Ray's a healer, scouter and also makes maps, he's the best person to have if you need to know abt a location, also he's a ray of sunshine and like the class clown lmao

the other group consists of Vex (the leader), Alma, Seraphina and Ember

Vex is a vampire (born that way, not biten) he and Alma are best friends as their town got destroyed by monsters and raiders they lost their families leaving them both as orphans and only really having each other, they were small time theives trying to get by

Alma got killed while fleeing the countries soldiers/guild w Vex, she got captured and Vex escaped unwillingly but knew Alma wanted him to keep running. Alma was sent to death for murderering a captain when her crew got ambushed, she got resurrected by necromancers from the cult to be "recruited" as she's a strong fighter

Seraphina and Ember both mages and uses dark magic :-) Sera can do conjuring and necromancy, she also tamed a hell hound, Ember can do a range of magic like environmental and healing as she studied at a college but delving into dark magic basically got her kicked out lol she usually uses spells, tomes and her staff from magic

that's basically my very main nonfandom oc's (I have those skater/goth oc's but I'm still working on them so info is really limited rn lol)

[azurish]

Book!Enola Holmes, upon meeting Viscount Tewks//bury: Be silent, shocking boy! I suppose I have to save you, because I'm a Detective, but I'm never going to trust you with my real name and will abandon you without even a goodbye at the end. I will LITERALLY never think of you again for the rest of the series.

Book!Enola Holmes, upon meeting Lady Cecily Alistair: Hello, I'm gay. I mean, I'm Enola. Holmes. Enola Holmes. This is my Top Secret identity, but you're really beautiful and rebellious and read Marx and attend labor protests so I immediately want to tell you all my secrets and share with you "my most lonely, peculiar, eccentric self"?? Please run away to live with me. I am going to spend the next four books constantly thinking about you, frequently doodling pictures of you that capture how "strong and beautiful" you are, occasionally rescuing you from the Patriarchy™ in daring escapades, and dreaming of getting to live together as "spinster" "lady scholars".

Netflix: Sounds like a straight subplot to us!

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Omg! 😂

[alounuitte]

Pick a ship you Do Not Like from DA2, also give opinions on Karkat’s Shipping Chart

not a huge fan of shipping either of the (little) twins with any of the other companions, largely bc i feel like the others are all kind of in hawke’s cohort so it seems like a weird gap....... they should date people closer to their age just imo.

G-D THE SHIPPING CHART........... davejade is Okay but i’m only so so on how it plays out in canon (such as... it is), for some reason i have never been into JE/rose and don’t really feel differently abt it with june........ more a fan of jaderosekan for rose (not with whatever’s going on in hs2 tho) and kinda like both junerox and juneter tho shamefully im still a junevris person at heart. none of that tells you WHY i feel any of those ways but

[biserker-kadan]

Alistair: We finally found the Warden after all this time. So, you know what I’m getting tonight ;)

Leliana:

Alistair: Yelled at. I'm getting yelled at.

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Talk abt !!! Alistair and masculinity !!! How was his understanding of manhood shaped during his youth, and how has it changed from his youth to Origins, and from there to Inquisition? (Talk 2 me abt the softest man in Thedas!!!)

send me a topic to write meta about my muse

ohhhh boy he’s just. he doesn’t KNOW what masculinity is? like he does, but it’s not something to emulate as is common in many parental units. like he doesn’t see it. everything is too big and too beyond his understanding. he’s just a boy. he plays with other boys, and they can be rough, and he can be rough with them in playfighting or what have you, and that’s it. he doesn’t really have father figures with which to look up to (maybe a bit of teagan who is a pretty understanding man, to be fair). he plays with toys. dolls sometimes. he’s a stableboy, so i guess he could look up to horsemaster dennet somewhat. but by and large adults don’t treat him nicely. and before he knows it he’s sent to the monastery.

and the monastery is the same. less adults to try to emulate behavior. more sisters trying to instill in him these chantry beliefs. he doesn’t go with that. he lashes out. he screams. he cries. the other boys tell him to toughen up. that’s probably one of the earlier examples of him and feeling openly. (and he misses sleeping with the dogs! softer than these hard beds and these rude boys, he probably thinks.) 

the first real good figure him is duncan. the kind of person who looks to see goodness in people. duncan saves him, really. saves him from the deep dark pit that is the templars, and he feels very grateful for that. he thinks duncan’s a good man. and he strives to emulate that. and duncan doesn’t tell alistair he has to hide emotions. which is something alistair thinks about sometimes, but he’s more. shrug. he has feelings, why should he hide it? what’s the point? why do some people feel the need to hide it? if i’m sad, i’m going to cry. if i’m angry, i’m going to yell. is that so wrong? etc. so duncan reinforces that, and alistair is absolutely FINE with that. another reason he loves duncan like a father. 

by and large, the concept of “behaving like a man” is lost on him. he’s a man. whatever he does is behaving like a man already. but his behavior is very much in line with what is considered traditionally feminine behavior, and he’s fine with that. he’s very emotional. he wears his heart on his sleeve, especially around origins. he loves with all his heart. he mourns duncan freely (and he’s only embarrassed because it’s crying and he doesn’t want to burden the warden). he hates loghain with everything in his heart. and there’s that dialogue about being okay with not steeling himself, because he’s okay with being a little soft, and that’s okay. it’s just who he is.

inquisition is a whole other story because he’s grown a little older and a little more world-weary. he’s lost many friends to the blight, to the taint, to darkspawn. to politics. to corruption. to unjust leaders. he acknowledges he’s probably going to die eventually but, especially in cases of a warden Love, he’s going to believe in them. he’s a lot quieter, more stoic. but that’s not due to any masculine figure and just… growing tired. he’s still very much a loving person. (he isn’t angry at the wardens for having misguided beliefs in inquisition for example. still by and large his family. it just hurts him. deeply.) but he’s depressed. and the effects of the calling – false or not – scare the living daylight out of him, even though he doesn’t talk about it. to people he knows, he’ll be open about feelings again. probably tiredly flippant about certain things, but largely still emotional. just more withdrawn. and awfully cynical and exhausted with the world. but still a firm believer in things that are near to his heart.

[ldrmas]

😭😭😭

(prompt: Sheriff!Cas/Outlaw!Dean, blatant disregard for historical accuracy lol)

Castiel has stared down the wrong end of a gun barrel many, many times - but never while the love of his life held the trigger. With his arms tied around a tree behind his back, he stands defiantly, however immobile.

He wants to blame Alistair for the change in Dean, but Dean’s old gang leader had died six months ago. Cas had watched him fall off that ledge into the river. Dean came back to town with Cas. Dean reformed - or so Cas thought.

“You should have stayed in town, Sheriff,” Dean says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t look down the sights of the colt, but at this range, only a yard or so away, he really doesn’t need to. “You shouldn’t have followed me.”

“I wasn’t given this badge to stay in town,” Cas says.

Dean huffs. “So they sent you after me in the middle of the night with no backup? Don’t lie to me, Cas.”

Cas almost laughs, but chokes it off before it ever leaves his throat. It tastes bitter in his mouth. “‘Don’t lie to me?’ That doesn’t mean much coming from you.”

“Don’t start on me,” Dean says, voice gruff, but Cas is too tired to be intimidated. He’s too sad to be scared.

“How long were you going to let me believe you loved me?” Cas asks. He can feel his engagement ring tight around his finger. He wishes his hands were free so that he could remove it - so that he could throw it at Dean. “Were you going to wait for the wedding?”

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[wifihunters]

Oh Grey Warden, what have you done? 

....my hand is all but broken. Happy Halloween! fullsize candybar since tumblr’s dimensions deserve to be egged

[punwolf]

My dash needed some more Warden Alistair on it tonight.

[jemmafitzsimmons]

FitzSimmons Soundtrack Series

4x20 - Farewell, Cruel World!

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The Rugby Players (1)

Part of the TS Sports AU

A series of short fics telling the tale of a found family of all star sports players competing in competitions across the globe

Words: 1,029

Ships: Morolo, Apaceit, Jamil

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To say that Alistair was tired couldn't have been more of an understatement. In all honesty, he felt prepared to drop dead then and there, and never wake up again, and it was a tempting concept. However, the blinding smile he got from his Dec as they locked eyes in Heathrow in the wee hours of the morning was enough to keep him going. He nodded in response to the vague mumbles he'd assumed were questions, and kept his sheer exhaustion concealed until they returned to the car, where he promptly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

He awoke the next morning, bleary, but feeling a lot better. According to Dec, who had been tangled in his arms and legs and still half asleep as he mumbled his recount, they had tried to wake him when they had reached the hotel several times, but to no avail, and had eventually resorted to carrying him inside, where they got several very suspicious looks. He'd laughed at that, and Ali couldn't help but fall a little bit more in love with his sunshine smile and his laugh like the warm summer days he spent completely content with his own existence. He spent quite a while thinking about it, before he was dragged back to consciousness to answer the door to a disgruntled Logan, with Roman still clinging to his torso in his pajamas. Judging by the weight on his back, Ali had the matching set. 

There was an exchanged fond, exasperated look as the two parted ways to deal with respective boyfriends who couldn't handle mornings. By the time they eventually all got downstairs, it became obvious that Emil has been up for hours, as he seemed alert and aware as he read his book, ignoring the icy looks the two groggy outliers were giving each other. Jay, with his refusal to participate in a sport, attempting murder by glaring on Emily, the only girl of the group, and easily the youngest at just 15. Roman hooked an arm round his brother to pull him to the buffet table, in order to prevent the ensuing massacre that was inevitable at this point. They were an odd bunch, Ali thought for not the first time, but he wouldn't have anyone else.

Nobody saw Castor until it was time to go, already dressed in kit, like Ali. There was something about the uniform that made his usual business-like appearance seem more dangerous and threatening than it was. It had always unnerved him how different he looked, like two completely different men, but he was the only one who saw it. He was the only one who saw a lot of things, but the regular trips to a place in Chelsea, London seemed to help. 

The day seemed to go by so quickly. They arrived before most others, split up as usual, and the two players moved to the field, taking the free time as opportunity to practice. Ali felt the stares, the insecurities bubbling and he and Castor performed with their stereotypical brute force and cunning calculating that saw them through so many games. With a smug grin that seemed to permanently coat his face, he nodded to Alistair, who nodded back. They moved deliberately, taking off their helmets to pretend to talk. They were too far into the field for anyone to hear that no words came out, but a few people took notice of the tousled hair, the glistening sweat. He thought that the last straw must have been when he yawned, exposing his chiseled midriff. He definitely heard Patton gasp in what he called Patton's Proud Papa Noises, and Dec went noticeably red and ducked behind Roman's back to calm down. He loved getting a rise out of Dec, which made it very hard for him to come to games.

Alas, the whistle blew to bring the players in, and the two disappeared inside, where they met with their team, and listened closely to the briefing. He could hear the crowd growing, hear the kind of mumble only achievable by layers of jumbled, incoherent voices speaking over each other, and it only served to swell the growing sense of dread in his stomach.

Despite that, the game went so fast he barely remembered it all. He knew that he and Castor worked on absolute tandem due to their intense training together, and that any opposition was crushed, attack or defense. They never stood a chance against the combined strength and knowledge of The Village Boys, as they were known. Sort of an urban legend, but when the two played together, it was like they shared a mind. Of course, that started the joke that the Village was one big hive mind. 

Oddly enough, that particular joke got a harsh reaction from the higher ups, and several lawsuits that were claimed to be uncorrelated were dished out, but everyone was sure it was just the company saving face for the recovering athletes. People still took to calling whoever got sent to the Village as The Marked Ones, and more conspiracy theories popped up here and there.

All Ali remembered was try after try after try, an impact with another player that left him feeling really dizzy, and the taste of blood, before waking up in the hospital. Apparently he'd suffered a concussion and had been taken off the pitch immediately after collapsing over the try line. The others had joined him, he numbly noted. Even Castor, spattered in mud and ruddy cheeked, but they all looked unmistakably worried. Dec especially, he looked positively sick, and clung to Ali's hand far tighter than necessary.

Ali wasn't one for talking, much less apologising, but apologise he did. He couldn't help but feel he'd disappointed them in failing to complete the tournament. Castor in particular told him that it was not the case, but the others were quick to reaffirm it. 

"Oh, and guys?"

"Thanks. You know, for staying. You could have left, but you didn't. So, thanks."

He didn't miss Dec's tears, and wiped them away with a soft thumb, smiling uncharacteristically gently.

"Save the water for tomorrow when you win for me."

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Krei’s selfie with his new product