#whom i never knew how to spell her name!!! still dont.

[lusalemaart]

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[thewaywardbruja]

How I Started My Witchcraft Journey:

I started my witchcraft journey a few weeks after my grandma got ill. I have always been interested in it, its always been a part of me, I just never knew it had a name. I have been fascinated from a very young age, but I was never allowed to act on it.

I spoke to my mentor, who is a very well versed Kitchen Witch, and whom I had been talking to about witchcraft and showing my curiosity for it, for a while I was just scared... and my husband accepted this path, that I was taking on. It was because I wanted so badly to speak to my grandma again. But the prospect of doing spells terrified me. So I started with Tarot cards. Daily draws to learn the cards and get more confident in my craft. To figure it out.

I have always had psychic and clairvoyant abilities and something was always calling to me but I never listened until my husband and mentor showed me that I could have space to find myself. I've had experiences my entire life that where Witchy, I just never realized that was what it was.

So for about three months I dug myself into tarot, any book I could find on witchcraft, hedge witchery, because my mentor said that was where I fit in best, and I enjoyed learning, I love researching new things and I kept journals of all of it.

I practiced daily rituals that my mentor had showed me, and did exactly what she said to do. And it got my confidence up a lot. I practiced making protection charms, and cleansing my area and altar where I did my tarot readings.

I made the guest bedroom upstairs my altar, and I cleansed it every time I did something witchy, I learned and picked up tarot quite quickly, and my mentor told me that I had a gift for divination <3

I started writing weekly letters to my grandma at work, just explaining how much she had missed and how much I missed her. Just short little notes. My mentor explained I could use spell work, and send them to her through the universe. I was excited and happy!

But she explained that I had to be extremely careful. She told me exactly how to do it properly. It was at this time that I discovered that White my spirit guide was still with me as well, and had always been at my side. I asked her to join and protect my grandma, she did <3

I did a few spells, after that, sent them to my grandma, with all good intentions, and hope beyond hope that they got to her. But as the weeks have passed, nothing has changed, and - from what I've gathered from White, it doesnt look like my grandma is coming back. Her dog, that my aunt euthanized is beside her in spirit now as well and White likes to go and hang out with her. There isnt much I can do now, except keep sending letters, and keep hoping. Its been 5 months now, since I started my witchcraft journey, and 5 months since my grandma fell ill, and its been a rollercoaster but in a lot of ways, she showed me this life change, she brought me to this part of my life journey, and for that, I will be forever greatful <3 Maybe it was her last gift to me. And I shall cherish it for my life.

Every week I was learning something new about withcraft, about tarot, about anything I could possibly put my mind to. I fell more and more in love with it every single day. ( I still do ). My husband even told me that he's noticed a change in me for the better as well <3

I just recently discovered pendulums, runes and sigils and have been making use of them as well, and I love it.

I love doing spells, now too. I dont do huge ones but I love adding the herbs and lighting the candles and everything, its just so special.

I've even started meditating more, and listening to witchy instrumental music, which I love to do when I'm spell casting or doing divination.

I love collecting and foraging as well, I collect bird feathers and pretty flowers, and things that I can use in my craft which has been so fun too. <3

Its been such a wonderful, and beautiful journey so far, I am so blessed, and happy I chose this path, this way of life. Its changed everything for the better, and I feel wonderful.

I am so proud that I had the courage to make a life change, and do witchcraft, and I wouldnt change it for anything. And no one will stop me from practicing. I'm doing it for all of the right reasons, I dont believe in hexes or curses, and my magic, I only use to heal or help people. What could be better? I just am so happy now.

But the thing I love the most about witchcraft? is how its entirely YOUR own practice, and you can craft and do whatever you like to make it your own, you dont have to copy someone else or even be like them at all, and that to me is wonderful and freeing in itself, and I adore it for that too.

I'm not in it for the views, or the clicks, I'm in it seriously and deeply as a complete lifestyle and thats what it is to me, I take everything about witchcraft extremely seriously <3

My life is falling into place, everything is going in the right direction as well, and I just am so glad that I chose this path, I feel like I'd be lost without it. <3

I am in love with the witch I am becoming, and what its doing for my confidence and mental health. Its been truly amazing. I also am learning self-love and healing through it as well, from the shadow work I've been doing, so theres just so many positives I couldnt be more blessed <3

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Desperate For Freedom 4

Summary: In a universe where females are not allowed to remain innocent after their 18th birthday Y/N must hide. But when her cover is blown how will the unforgiving government punish her? None other than gifting her to a God from three worlds away. The god of mischief. He is told to keep and do what he wishes with the lying girl. So that is what he will do. Chained to the inside of an air craft she is brought to him on Asgard. Where her fate will be in a liars hands.

Warnings: My usual grammar, punctuation,  and spelling mistakes, noncon themes, swearing, slight mentions of rape? PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED. 

“Engagement?” The word rattled in your head. Made you feel exposed. Far too exposed. You hadn't stuck to your original plan. You were supposed to get out as soon as you could and now you were marrying a traitorous liar. Then again your parents most likely thought the same of you, as you do Loki. You threw back the silken sheets, the cold air hitting you like a wall. 

“We cant be getting married, I don't want to marry you.” slipping into your robe you passed the far wall. 

“Oh little Y/N, I thought you were stating to understand. It doesn't matter what you want, it only matters what will make me happy.” As Loki went on about the customs of marriage in the father land you slowly started to get dizzy. Black started to close in and as soon as Loki met your eyes he knew something was wrong.

Waking up in the healing rooms was a culture shock and a half. Although you had been here before for your broken hand it still made you uneasy. The hard platform you laid on was cold and very uncomfortable. 

“Lay still.” the voice came from down by your feet, a woman stood with her hands in the air touching and moving energy around. 

You sat up ignoring her words she let her hands fall. 

“You really don't listen to anyone do you?” Her voice sounded irate but her eyes read respect. What did she respect you for you were unsure of. 

“I am my own person I don't need to listen to anyone.” As if on cue Loki walked into the room flanked by Thor and Friga. 

“Anyone hm?” Loki eyes were almost amused, almost. You had learned this little looks and glances, this one was not pleasant.

“You heard correct.” Challenging Loki was dangerous, but challenging him with others present was like paying for your passage to Valhalla. 

“We will see.” Your eye contact never broke, you refused to let him intimidate you. The healer went on about what had made you faint and how to prevent it again. Thor and Friga went on asking questions, mainly if they had to cancel the ceremony. With everyone conversing it was as if Loki and you were alone. 

“I do not wish to marry.”  As soon as the sentence left your mouth you knew the punishment was going to be the worse one yet. Loki had managed to break down most of your flippant attitude, but not all. 

“ Why not, is it because of the timing?” Meeting Frigas eyes your saw her posture was ridged. 

“I wish not to marry because it is not my decision. I wish not to marry because it has nothing to do with love but a way to control my homeland. I wish not to marry because I simply do not want to.” Thor was shocked, Loki angry, and Friga was just as composed as ever. 

“My dear child we all do things we do not want to do. This has nothing to do with control over any other realms or even to control you. It does however have everything to do with keeping you alive. If not marriage then death, the courts and Odin himself had made this decision to keep you alive. So there will be a marriage ceremony and there will eventually be love.” 

“Death?” Your blood ran colder that the ice realms.

“I assume my son had some things to explain to you, the ceremony will take place tomorrow.” With that Friga Thor and the healer had left the room. Loki hid nothing, his anger could be felt from across the room.

‘Loki I-” In a blink of an eye you were back in his chambers. 

“Why hadn't you told me about this before today?” Loki wasn't one to show emotions, although this he couldn’t hide.

“Hush pet.” He stood still looking at you straight on. He began to pace in front of the grand fireplace.

“No. No you don't get to tell me what to do anymore, if death is my only other option I choose death.” As soon as the words passed your lips you saw the anger come to the surface.

“Choosing death instead of a happy life. Tell me pet do you really wish for such an idiotic thing?”

“If it means I can finally be free then yes. If it means I will stop having to be forced to open my legs, then yes I choose death.”

“Forced? Oh my beautiful Y/N, tell me that when I part your legs you do not feel a rush. Or when I pin your arms up do you truly not feel relived that my mouth will be on your core?” Gods. Even his words make you slightly uncomfortable. 

“I don’t- I feel-.” 

“Do not lie, tell me how when I have my way with you feel nothing.” Loki was now in front of you hands holing your face. Forcing eye contact as he spoke such indecencies. 

“I- I can’t” The grin that over took his face was pure sin. Pure Loki.

“Oh I know.” His hand skated down your body and met your core. Your breath started to get heavier, his hands slowly raising your dress. 

“Tell me love do you truly not want to marry?” His hands rested on you hips under your dress. 

“I-I want to make a decision by myself for once. I fled my home and parents for a single night of freedom. Then I was named a traitor and sent to a completely different realm. I was forced to become property and told only minutes ago that I was to be married off or sentenced to death. I simply want to choose Loki. Is that so hard to understand?” The lust hadn't faded from his eyes but the anger had. Slowly you could see realization cross his features.

“My love I wasn't aware that a something as mundane as a choice had made you feel this way.” 

“That's just it Loki, you aren't aware because you have always been able to choose. I am not even allowed to choose death.” 

“I promise you after the ceremony tomorrow you can make as many choices as you like. However the marriage is not a choice you get to make. I will not let you be sentenced to an unjust death.” His hands slipped out from under your dress. Every move of his was calculated. He brought them up to cradle your face. 

“My love if you do not wish to rest in the same bed as me then I will see to it that you get your own accommodations.” His facial expression was clear and no sign of a lie, not that you would be able to tell anyways.

“I don’t think that will be necessary, I am accustomed to sleeping with another person, it would be to hard to revert back to no one at all.” It all hit you then, you were getting married tomorrow, to a soon to be king. A god of lies and one of the most powerful beings. You never could have fled even if you had help. His hands still held  your face as he brought his lips to your forehead. 

“I was going to escape Loki.” You felt his lips leave your forehead. “I was going to pretend to fall for you and then once I had your trust I was going to flee.” As tears formed in your eyes he still said nothing. In a rush you continued, this time looking at his beautiful green eyes. “I wanted nothing to do with you or this realm, I was going to hang myself from the neck if it meant freedom, Loki I’m so sorry.” As your tears flowed freely he finally spoke.

“I know my love, I can read expressions and if you are vulnerable enough your thoughts. I also know that now you feel differently. Isn’t that true?” He held you in place, forcing you to come to terms with thing you felt. 

“Yes, Loki I love you.” Your heart beat was higher than the stars. 

“Let’s make our way to bed then, we have an eventful day coming up.

TIME SKIP 

“Y/N it is time to wake up you have to get ready.” Loki’s voice was soothing and sweet. In response you just moved closer to him. The warmth on his skin was soothing but the cold right under the surface felt like home. 

“Don't want to get out of bed.” The words left you in a grumbled tone. Hardly audible. In a swift motion you were uncovered and sitting at the small table. It contents were all breakfast food.

“Be good Y/N. I will see you in the great hall in five hours.” In less than 30 seconds he had left.  In a blur you were hurried around. Breakfast then a bath, your skin was rubbed raw then waxed. With one servant at your head pulling, brushing and braiding, another was going back and forth between your hands and feet. Making sure the nails were perfection and the skin soft. 

“Princess? Are you ok?” The servant at your hands stopped and smiled. Genuine concern on her features. 

“I’m scared.” Openly admitting it made the room go still. 

“It’s ok to be scared Princess, but you are marrying a good asgaurdian.”

“I’m being forced to marry the God Of Mischief.”

“Even so. If I may be so daring to say that he has been kinder and more understanding with you here.” The gentle smile she wore was comforting. 

“Are you married?” The gentle look morphed into sadness.

“No, only the staff that isn’t seen can marry, oh and I suppose the guards can take a wife too.”

“Why can’t you. Shouldn’t you be able to marry whom you please?”

“If we could marry we would.” The sadness left her face and replaced with bittersweet happiness. 

“It’s time for the dress.” They both took a hand and lead you to a large mirror in the sitting area. They slipped the dress on over your head and helped button the back. The black dress with emerald green and gold details fit you to a T.  

“This is beautiful.” 

“I should hope so Your Majesty had picked it out himself.” Until this moment you hadn't thought of your distant family. The marriage will be broadcasted, and shared throughout the realms. How will they feel about you taking the younger prince of the father realm. Your mother was supposed to arrange a marriage and your father was to pay for it. This way you at least got to meet your soon to be husband. Yes, you were forced to meet and have relations with him, but you had come to love him. Did you really love him? Or was it just an illusion he wanted you to see. 

“M’ Lady? Are you alright?” Your palms had gotten moist and your breath uneasy. ”My Princess?” The hand maidens were gone the only thing in your vision was the detailed ceiling. Of course it was just as beautifully crafted as everything else. You did not belong here. This palace was not for you. This hand sewn wedding gown should not fit you. You should be back home making a meal for your mate. Sure you would despise it, but at least you would know your role. Unlike your current situation.

“Y/N?” The smoothness of his voice was a balm on your racing and uncontrollable thoughts. You open your eyes to see his concerned ones. 

“I’m not fit to stand in the back Loki. I can’t pretend that I want to hold my tongue. If we marry I need to pave a path that I find fit.” Saying this you could already feel the pressure easing off of your chest. 

“I expect nothing less my love.” He helps you stand. 

“We need to move forward with today, we will speak as soon as we are alone.” The small amount of reassurance he gave you was enough for today. As the maids finished getting you prepped, you begin making plans. How to fix a broken realm and how to move forward as a wife. 

TIME SKIP

The vows had been said and the kiss had been just as bruising and binding as you knew it would be. Now in the streets celebrating with the townsfolk even though Odin had thought it to be demeaning to the royal status, Loki and you danced toasted and laughed throughout the night. As Loki spun you once again you heard a whisper in your head. Just as easy and natural as your own conscious. 

“I would like to bed you here in front of every soul. However I think you might appreciate what I’m about to do you in private.” You watched Loki as he held you close making sure you really did hear that. His proud smile claimed the action. 

“Lets go.” That's all you had to say for him to wrap you tighter in his arms and make green and gold sparkles around you two. When his grip loosened you were in his chambers. The same room you had shared. 

“Behave for me tonight like a good pet.” His voice vibrated through your bones. 

“What’s the fun in that?” The slight attitude in your tone made the heaviness in the room grow thicker. 

“Very well have it your way.” With a flick of his wrist you were undressed and on your knees. The slick between your legs was now noticeable. 

“What’s wrong master? You cant control me without magic?” Saying this caused the exact reaction you had wanted. Hauling you to your feet with a handful of hair he spoke with intention and a careful tone. 

“My dearest pet you will beg for my gift.” He picked you up and threw you on the mattress quickly turning you over, he lifted your hips and pulled you to the end of the bed. He yanked your head up clasping on a collar that had obvious weight. Not enough to be uncomfortable but definitely noticeable. Next was thick leather handcuffs to keep your hands behind your back. With your face in the bedding and ass in the air Loki spoke.

“Now look how good you are with just a bit of restraints.” You opened you mouth to speak but before you could get any words out once again he flipped you around and had you kneeling on the bed eye level with him.

“Be a good pet and listen to instructions.” Doing as he says his smile only increases. As does the wetness in your sweet spot. Reaching down he barely touches you. Trying to create the friction you so desperately need your hips try and grind down on his digits. 

“Use your words pet.” A loan moan exits your body,

“Please master I need it.” He gave a chuckle in return.

“You don't need anything yet pet.” Loki holds your face in his hands spitting on your face. Another moan.

“Such a mouth on you.” Pulling you head down till it was right in front of his ‘gift’. Opening your mouth for him to enter, with no hesitation he begins to fuck your face. The obscenity's leaving his mouth encouraged you take more of him at once. Humming along with his strokes to increase his pleasure. Having him use you was now the very thing that got you off, unlike in the beginning when you fought it all.

“Good pet.” Soon enough you felt his release. Swallowing down as much as you could. With his demanding actions, and filth filled  words your wetness left a mark on the bed.

“Please sir.” Looking up at him with spit and cum leaking down your chin.

“Is this you begging? You will need to be more convincing my dear.” He let you sit up on your knees on the bed so once again you were eye level. 

“Please sir I need you in me. I will behave for you. I need you Loki.” Saying his name had an effect on him like nothing before. The restraints gone within a millisecond, he had you on your back already hard. Entering you fast and not stopping. Soon enough you had your release with him following right after.

TIME SKIP

“SIR LOKI IT’S THE ALLFATHER! COME QUICKLY!” A guard had woken you both. Odin? In trouble? As Loki rushed out of the room the guard entered. You assumed to wait for you to follow. Pulling up the silk sheets you opened your mouth but no words escaped. 

“I see you had a good nights rest. Or should I say lack thereof.” His grin stretched across his face. The guard looked familiar. It couldn’t have been the same guard, that had laid with you while Loki was away. Could it? Pulling the sheets tighter around your naked skin, the guard advanced towards you.

                                                    End of Part 4

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You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 4)

Chapter title: Pain Cuts Deep

A/n:  HI HELLO!! This sucks lol! no seriously im so sorry that this is so bad!! although some stuff was revealed!! also also..whats up with patton? and remus? And all of them! Aaa !! Anyway i hope you enjoy even though its trash and make sure to leave me comments!

Also yes Im keeping Dolion because then I can have... janus ;)

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 3516

summary: The group is scattered and needs to make a plan soon.

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing, bruises, scars, blood, fighting, stabbing, pain

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“Are you alright Patton?” Logan whispers, guiding the horses into a hidden cove of the forest, followed by the rest of the group. The prince swallows, the images couldn't stop running through his mind, staining the memories permanently in his mind. He doesn't understand why it set a quick blaze and a blush to rise in his face. Logan takes his hand, stopping them, his glazed eyes stare curiously.

“Im alright” Patton promises, hopefully the shadows hide away his blush. Logan looks doubtful but nods anyways, the others in tow. Prince Roman helps an unsteady Virgil practically tumble off the horse, a quick shove to a giggling Roman. Prince Remus follows suit with Dolion, though he is much more graceful and regal stepping off the horse. “Follow Logan into the cove, through the hanging leaves.” Patton guides, they follow suit.

“Good luck” Logan gives Patton's hand a gentle squeeze. The prince nods, giving Nork a sweet pat before Logan leads them away. Once the clearing is empty, he takes to the amulet around his neck, his hand enveloping the magical touch.

“As we search for cover in this mossy forest cove, let no one uncover or discover what's hidden in the mangrove” He chants, a sweet spur of magic dances around him, green flecks as they follow his spell. They take a moment to give Patton an entrance, once hes safely inside the dank dwelling they shut the group away from the outside world, protected from magic and tyrants above. He whispers a quick spell watching his hands engulf in safe flames, the light allows him to regroup with the others.

“Is it done?” Logan cautions, Patton nods feeling exhaustion hit him.

The sight was something. The wet stone was not faint of aroma, the moss that encircled the area was refreshing. The horses seemed to enjoy the small yet spacious patches of grass that led out the other side into a hidden pool of water. Remus, regal as always, lied flat on his back snoring away already. The gray stone may present itself as hard yet the prince seemed so cozy. Patton almost wanted to join him.

Logan sat ever so sweet under a shaded area, in the intersection of the cove leading out into the pond. He read his book, a routine while he ran his hands through a sleepy Nork’s mane. The horse sat next to him, almost as if he had forgotten what animal he was and was content to act as a smaller one. Thank god the space let him.

Dolion and Virgil seemed inseparable, they both sat with their feet splashing away in the water, their muddy boots by their side. The pair spoke in hushed whispers, hesitation to trust the characters around them, finding solace in the similarity of their situations. Patton did find his heart tug at him as he watched however, their soft delight at each magical essence this strange world presented was something that never got old and something you just couldn't deny.

Finally Roman, Patton had to admit, the sight was hard to watch. The prince stood against the rock in the corner with a bland look to his face. He watched the prince skip stones across the pond, bored, his crown that typically rested perfectly upon his head now flopped a bit with no sight in mind to fix it. Romans steed, Dracaena, neighed in concern but had no qualms about returning to her important task of chomping away at the grass around her.

“I wonder if she would be more comfortable in her other form?” Patton inquires, catching Romans ear instantly.

“I think the same, I sense she's eager to be on alert in case of danger though” He expresses. Patton nods understanding, though he did miss the vicious, mischievous creature, he understands. “I don't believe we will be staying for long, correct?” Romans body shakes with impatience. His clear want to ride through the open fields with a hunger for victory was clear. Patton could feel the fiery passion that boiled his blood, not that he needed his powers for that. The amulet strung on Romans neck was alight with the amber blaze.

“I'm not sure Ro” He glanced towards the foreigners, their anxieties at bay for now. “There is alot to process and we mustn't put innocents in danger over our own goals” Patton explains, Roman knows he speaks only truths but still his anger was unkempt. “For now though, we are safe and this gives us ample time to come up with a plan...a much needed one” He reminds stringing his arm through Romans. This releases a chuckle from the prince. “Come, for it was not I who led the battle of Sarcane to victory, but you our brave warrior at the front line”

“Well I had assistance” He smiles at the newly appeared dragon that rested upon his shoulder, a quick breath of fire in excitement.

“But of course, much credit to Dracaena” Patton gives the creature a sweet pet, adoring the soft murmur of affection. “Now come before Logan and Remus tear eachother apart”

~~~

“My opinion?” Virgil gasps with a vile sarcasm. “I think you're all insane and i'd like to wake up from this nightmare!” He shouts, ending with a bite and smirk. Should Roman find that defense so pulsing for his heart?

“I do indeed second that” Dolion whispers with a yawn, the cross-legged boy sits sleepily next to Remus. He holds in another sign of his tiredness before settling very lightly onto the prince's shoulder. He hadnt meant to but he simply couldn't keep his focus much longer, and the prince was there. Remus froze of course, terrified to move, he didn't want to wake the boy. And he surely didn't want to call attention to his reddened face.

“Maybe it would be wise for us to rest for the evening,” Patton suggests. Logan huffs shutting his book, the maps and scribbles collected quickly by him. He shakes his head, muttering to himself walking to a secluded corner. “Lo” Patton sighs, he eyes the others asking them to set up the proper conventions for the night before following his quiet friend.

“We dont have time to rest!” He utters, throwing his items away from him, Patton quickly waves his fingers making sure they dont sink into the water. “Thank you” Logan stubbornly acknowledges, watching the prince delticaltyl stack his things next to him. “We must prepare Patton”

“Lo we dont even know what we’re up against” Patton sits beside him, the stars shine through the only opening, reflecting delicately upon the water. “Everything escalated much too quickly” He takes his friends hand, it always eased them both.

“You and I both know that he will be coming soon” Logan reminds, the image of the army marching towards them, led by the figure of whom Logan speaks flashes familiar in Patton's mind.

“Yes but we mustn't allow it to consume our minds as of now” Patton assures “You need rest as much as everyone else, for now we are safe” They hear wild giggles from behind them, turning to see the four enjoying their time. Remus dances kookily around the cover, Roman finishing his meal with delight as he watches Dolion and Virgil quite entertained. “Even in darkness, a light can shine through to guide you” Patton whispers, Logan nods from behind him, he takes the words to heart. “Ill take first night!” Patton announces, receiving no arguments from the group. He goes to stand but feels a tug at his hand.

“Promise me i'll see you in the morning” Logan begs, the soft features catching his eyes. “Come back to me?” He worries, the forest though magical and enchanted was not short of danger. A gentle Patton places his gloved hands on Logan's cheek.

“Always and forever” He swears, Logan nods, the exhaustion now dawning him. “Get some rest Logan, your mind has been at work for much too long”

“Agreed” He yawns, he rolls out his makeshift cloth, a comfy pillow and takes what little warmth he has. Quickly Patton watches him follow into his dreams. The shivering did hurt him just a tad, so when he knew no eyes were watching him, a quick spell he cast.

“On this cold and fateful night, give him warmth, give him light” Patton watches the amber flecks dance before shrouding Logan. He smiles to himself before taking his bow and horse and makes his way to the front.

~~~

“Patton!” He would be lying if he said he hadn't jumped, for the voice, though cheery came at the blackest of moments.  Emile and his graciousness fluttered to where the Prince lay sleepily on his horse, trying his hardest to keep awake. Though what protection could he grant with his bow on the floor and his arrows scattered. He was delighted to see the godfather however.

“Emile, your sorcery” He greets, allowing the fairy to fix him up, feeling the boost of energy boil through him. “How did it go?” Patton questions, adjusting his position.

“I was able to clear my own name of crime and reinstate my position but the royal guard is on the hunt just as suspected” He explains. “They're sending out the cavalry”

“Goodness not Remy!” Patton whispers furiously. Emile nods solemnly. “The King is truly going all out...but why?” Patton wonders “What does he know about these foreigners that we mustn't, and what does my needing to get a suitor hold over the kingdom?” His thoughts pour out of him. Emile shrugs as he fiddles with the flowers around him, watching the echinopsis dance around him. He heals the ones that had not been tended with pleasure before summoning a treat for Nork. “We can't stay here then, when morning befalls us we must travel once more” He sighs

“I will do my best to keep you updated, I must go now my dear prince, but I shall visit soon again” Emile promises, an understanding nod from Patton and the godfather disappears in a dazzling shower of light.

Luckily the night went on without any incidents, Patton scoured the area, took Nork for a calming venture before returning to the hideout as the sun came to fruition. He remained outside, reading through one of his many books he had tucked away, Nork allowed him to sit easy while he grazed the small land.

“Good morning” He heard from behind him. Logan emerged from the dangling leaves, a yawn escaping him. “What, might I inquire, are you perusing?” Logan questions, Patton shows him the novel. “Ah very well, I do adore flowers”

“As do I” Patton agrees, he shuts the book marking his page, stuffing it carefully into his sack. Logan observes the area, his eyes admiring every small inkling and detail that surrounded him. Patton extends his hand, a sweet smile. “Care for a morning ride?” He asks, Logans excitement may have begun with his curiosity for the world but it only grew with Patton's proposal. He takes his hand as he had done many times before and allows Patton to hoist him behind him. The simple buzz Patton experiences as he felt Logans respectful hands wrap their way around his waist and his head rest easy on Patton was something he would simply never ever fail to love.

Scratch that… as Logan laughs timidly while they rush through the saplings of the forest, the love that filled his eyes and the mental notes he saw the prince take, the giggle that escaped as water splashed his face

That was something he would never fail to love

Logan..

Logan was something he would never fail to love

~~~

“I swear to god princey if you don't shut up i'm going to tape your mouth shut” Virgil moans, his head falling into his hands. Roman feels taken aback, the shock of such disrespect and yet the almost...excitement from the nickname was something else.

“For such disrespect the kingdom could have your tongue” He retorts, his face hot with anger but almost wanting to engage.

“And yet here you stand with your tongue” Virgil teases, he hears a faint smoky laugh from Dracaena, she slithers away from a silent Roman nestling into his lap. At first hes frightened, but the soft purring spreads a warmth over him. Roman...well despite feeling mocked...enjoyed the gentle view. He takes a place next to Virgil, watching the young teen flip curiously through some of Logan's journals while keeping a steady pet on the dragon.

“What do you think you're doing!” Speaking of the prince, Logan rushes into the room, fuming with shy anger. “Those are my journals! My property!” A scrambled Patton follows him, a look of anticipation for though rare, Logans outbursts were...unpleasant. He quickly snatches them away from Virgil, a glare towards the black haired boy. “Only I and a select few…” He glances towards Patton, did his defenses fall? “Have access! So stop touching others things!” He demands

“And so with Logans anger boiling, and Virgils own fury at storm the two are at odds, will they be able to ban together for a new threat approaching fast?” Remus spouts, Roman takes his side instantly knowing the pain that would come. “I hate it, I hate it” Remus sputters, the sweat fast approaching. Dolion, who while he enjoyed the princes antics found nothing charming as of yet, was intrigued by the sad honesty of the pain. “With that! The group should begin on their way” He barely manages, tears forming as Roman aides him.

“What does-” But Virgil is quickly cut off by the distant sounds of shouts, determination as each beautiful thing in the forest is stomped by power and raging fury. “Oh”

“Nork!” Patton calls, Logan stuffs his books away before allowing Patton to assist him on the horse. “Come now, we haven't much time” He signals to the others. Roman whispers a quick check to his brother, Remus nods. Though pained, he's ready to flee on his own steed. Unsure, Roman calls to Dracaena. She flies away from Virgil before a mist of shrouded light appears and a midnight horse takes her place.

“Coming?” Roman questions, extending his hand to Virgil. The teen rolls his eyes but joins the prince. “Hold on” He warns, and though his own blush denies him, Virgil grips tight to Roman. He watches as Dolion helps Remus to his own horse.

“Estrella” He whispers sweetly, the horse neighs with affection. This fragile moment tugged at Dolion, he missed his own home. New Orleans seemed like such a distant place, Luna, his cat could still be heard purring. “Up up and away” He jokes, Dolion takes the reins, thanking his mother for the horse riding lessons. He doesn't even mind when Remus collapses on his back, the warmth of the prince was...nice.

“On my signal” Patton heeds, and so one by one they gallop through the woods. The horses follow one another, protecting each other from danger and shielding themselves from the public eye. They reach an opening after what seemed like hours, the rope burning on Dolions hands was almost too much to bear. Remus had healed so they switch positions. It seems the sun was setting which set off a yawn in Virgil. He grew more comfortable on Roman, practically hugging him. Not that the prince minded, he enjoyed their journey. And his mind couldn't stop thinking about ...one particular-

“-Moment!” Virgil huffs “Just give me one moment” He slides off Dracaena, clutching his stomach. The group decides to take a rest near the waterfall, Logan leans against a tree and begins reading. Roman makes sure Dracaena is secured before following Virgil to where he sits by the lake.

“Are you alright?” He questions, sitting next to him.

“I feel...sick” He groans, Roman finds his little puffed features adorable. “It just keeps...making noise” He points to his stomach. Roman fiddles with the glass before pulling something from his satchel.

“You haven't eaten have you?” He shakes a small container holding delectable treats. Virgil scrunches his face in realization. “Here” he opens it, pulling out what seems to be a biscuit. Through his own habit he goes to feed Virgil. Virgil takes the first one, before both take a second to come to reality. “Apologies” He rubs the nape of his neck, Virgil laughs watching crumbs fly out. “Habit I guess”

“Fwo wat?” Virgil swallows his food, taking a handkerchief and wiping away the crumbs that had escaped

“Well when I had to meet suitors I had to charm them.” He explains, I suppose the mindless princesses my father found for me enjoyed being treated like a baby” Virgil snorts, Roman would love to hear that sound more.  “ Oh but thats just a few of them! Ive met so many amazing ladies of royalty, each so smart and strong” he muses

“And yet here you are...alone” Virgil notes, he wasn't going to lie. Roman was the spitting image of every disney prince. He should have been scooped up by now.

“Heh...I suppose the shoe...just hasn't fit yet” He gulps, the truth of his uncertainty was something he had only ever confessed to Patton. He wasn't even sure! And yet even with his doubts...No Roman. Once all of this has calmed, you will return home, a perfect princess will be ready for you and you may rule.

Better that,  than living the torute he watched his brother endure. He takes a peek back at Remus, he sits giggling away with Dolion, the look he gives the foreigner was one he had only seen once before. He did miss Janus, he was a wonderful fencing coach, and always challenged the twins. But no one missed him more than Remus.

Ugh! Roman enough! This is ridiculous. You're being ridiculous. You don't know anything, you've never tried anything.

Ok so maybe he didn't enjoy the entire scene, but...he takes a quick peek at the curious raven haired boy, he enjoyed Virgil.

No Roman...

For the crown

For the kingdom.

He looks to Patton. Follow his example, he tells himself. The prince didn't just have a kingdom on his shoulders, he had the entire land of which they rode across. He had endured more suffering than anyone.

But he laughed away the idea of a suitor, he walked away from it

Roman purses his lips...he did, didn't he?

So why can't you

~~~

“Are you alright?” Logan whispers from his position. Patton coughs coming back from whatever daydream he was engaged in. He tightens his hold on the reins, nodding away his suspicion.

“Yes of course, are you?” He wonders. Logan doubts his answer but shrugs it away.

“I am, I am more than ready to find a resting spot. I simply must show you these new spells, and oh the mus…” He rambles on, Patton listens, he does but suddenly the world goes silent. He looks to Nork but finds scared darkness. He panics trying to find anything familiar until he hears a voice...his own.

Hes watching himself, he watches the scene that had been haunting his mind for days unfold once more.

“No stop” He tries to call out, but the fearful hoarse cry was nothing. His eyes follow as Future Patton races through the castle, fighting his way. He knows what's coming, he doesn't want to see it. Not again, not anymore… “Stop!” he cries, nothing changes, his future self continues on his path. Tears swell in his eyes as he tries to avoid seeing the tender moment but he can't peel away. He gasps in pain relief, preparing to return to his body.

“What a sad sight” He peeks through his tightly closed eyes. What's this? He doesn't remember this. The King had not spoken before. But now he spoke and moved. “He was brave, tougher than I thought” The King expresses, Patton watches himself keep a protective hold on the frozen Logan. “But he just wasn't strong enough”

Logan's figure collapses, Patton wastes no time kneeling beside him. Patton watches himself and Logan share a hush conversation, but his eyes quickly glance towards the towering figure. The King moves silently as he takes his sword. Fear quickly engulfed Patton. The prince wanted to cry out, scream, do anything, but all he could do was watch.

And listen to the ear piercing scream as the sword slashed its way into Logan. It became too much, The Kings dastardly laugh, Pattons desperate sobs, and the fades of Logans demise. Too much ...too much. Patton clutched his head before the world went black and he felt himself hit a grassy meadow. His eyes fluttered only to catch Logan jump off of Nork and rush to his side. He heard mumblings and worries but soon he lost all senses and fell into a deep sleep.

But not a pleasant one.

Not with the images flashing their way through his head.

He had to change it, he had to.

[applekitty]

i had a dream last night where i was in a magic school and i was kinda a shithead kid. i had a few friends and was generally disrupting class al the time with my computer. a lot of this happened n shit. anyways the teacher got sick of me and cast a spell on me so i could never leave the school for abt 50 years. something of note abt me in this situation is that i was a weird ghost / mortal combination, meaning i could fly around, i was semi-transluscent, but i couldn’t possess people or do a bunch of the other ghostly abilities ghosts are known for i could, however, fly through windows but not walls. 

anyways i sorta scoff the spell off and go about my day but as i tried to fly through a window this purple forcefield keeps me inside. i start freaking out and looking for a way out, flying by a bunch of my classmates and smacking into windows with my hands. i am tailed by one of them (who was modelled after an old school friend i knew irl) who in the dream i’d harassed and she starts snidly telling me how im not gonna get out and i just need to realize it already. i remember one specific part very clearly which was me crying and freaking out (not saying any words, just making distressed noises) and her making fun of me for the panicked noises. anyways i make it out to the playground / field which the forcefield also includes and i get really happy bc i think that im gonna be able to leave through here, so i fly up really high but i can still hear my tailer mocking me from below. i fly around some more and eventually find one of the big trees on campus, which i lose her at, seemingly, bc i dont remember her coming back later

anyways i fly around some more and i see a kid with two baby birds on his head. i try to possess one of them but fail, then i move on to some other kids whom i recognize. this one particular kid who i was excited to see was like, a kid version of an irl warlord. not naming names as to who specifically it was bc wtf, but anyways i swooped down to go see them bc i knew they’d been hit with the same spell i did. i started socalizing with them + their friends and found out that all of them had been hit with the curse too, but for far less time. i was shocked and frustrated bc these warlords had to serve less time than i did and they were so much worse ppl than me.

night started falling and i needed somewhere to sleep. i decided to start stealing old blankets and what not from others and setting up camp in a booth in the cafeteria. as i did so i remember there was a group of kids (who i knew hated me) who had stayed overnight as well and i had to sneak around them to steal supplies to keep myself warm bc otherwise i would freeze. in hindisght idk why this is a concern bc i am a ghost, but whatever. i start setting up my little spot in the cafeteria and thats where i was woken up by my mom -_-

[killingxrangers]

It Started with a Like- Chapter Three

Zack was already on the roof of the old train, an open pack of Oreos next to him as he laid on his worn out leather jacket. The sun had set hours before, and Zack was just staring up at the night sky. It was too cloudy to see many stars, but he stared unblinkingly up into the dark. Something was going on with him, Trini could see that right away, and so she climbed up to the top of the train and sat with her legs crossed beside him, stealing the Oreo out of his hand. He didn’t even object- another sign something was off. 

“What’s up, man?” Trini ripped the Oreo in half, licking the white first before biting the mostly stale black part. Zack always made fun of her for wasting time breaking it apart when he just shoves the entire cookie into his mouth like the beast he is. When he said nothing she kicked his side lightly, leaving a dirt imprint in his black shirt. “Dude, c’mon. What’s going on?” 

“My uncle came today.” Zack missed the second half of school again today, leaving directly after lunch, giving Trini a vague answer in response to her questioning. Trini completely forgot Zack had an uncle on his mother’s side, a man a few years younger than Zack’s mom whom Trini had never met. As far as she knew, he’d never been to Angel Grove and has seen Zack less than a handful of times in his life. Trini could think of only one reason the man would come now of all times, and knew whatever Zack was about to say wouldn’t be good. “He told mom he thinks she needs to get put into a hospital for long term care.” Zack was silent for a moment aside from a quick sniffle before continuing. “There’s apparently a cheap one in Arizona, near where he leaves, that said they have room for her.” 

Trini’s throat tightened at the thought. What did that mean for Zack? For their friendship? He couldn’t leave Angel Grove, and his mother couldn’t go into a home. When she voiced her concerns Zack merely shrugged and rubbed under his nose. 

“I’m, uh, thinking about dropping out of school too,” he mumbled quietly, holding an Oreo in his hand but making no move to eat it. It seemed he just needed something to do with his hands while he talked. Rambled for like it, but Trini would listen. He needed to say this. “If I drop out I’ll be able to take care of Ma more easily, and could get a part time job at night while she sleeps. It’ll work out. Maybe then I can convince my uncle not to take her to Arizona.” 

Dropping out of school should never be an option, but for Zack... Trini could see the appeal. He barely went, and she had serious concerns about him passing this grade to begin with. His grades were less than acceptable right now due to frequent absences when his mother became too sick to be left alone. Trini isn’t surprised he’s considering dropping out. “You know I’m here for you,” she said slowly, never one used to comforting people. But this was Zack, and his lovely mother. She’d do anything for them. “If you need help with her, I’m here. You know that.” 

“I know. But, I don't need to drag anyone else into this. I just... need to focus on my mother. I can't do that when I’m dealing with the shitty teachers and principle at school. I think I’m gonna do it Monday, I don't know.” Zack shrugged, finally popping the Oreo into his mouth and chewing slowly. “Tell me ‘bout your girl.” 

Trini instantly felt her heart rate increasing at the thought of Kimberly Hart. The girl was by no means Trini’s girl (Trini’s anything, really), but she knew who Zack referenced despite not saying a name. Excitement mixed with confusion clouded Trini’s thoughts as she continued to picture Kim today in bio. That was their first time talking in person, and Kim was even more gorgeous up close and personal. Despite that, Trini felt highly uncomfortable and wanted to leave. She made it clear her desire to leave, and Kimberly either didn’t notice or didn’t care. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zack had demanded to know everything that Trini and Kimberly talked about on their walk to lunch, but Trini hadn’t had much to say. They didn’t really talk about anything at all, mostly just Kimberly calling her gorgeous again. As Trini pointed that out to Zack, her phone vibrated once- an Instagram notification. This time she knew who it would be from prior to unlocking her phone. 

k.harteyes: Trino

k.harteyes: Trnii hi 

Trini_Gomez: Uh hi?

k.harteyes: Has anyone ever tpld you your gorgesu

“I think Kimberly is drunk.” Trini turned the phone so Zack could read the poorly spelled messages and the incorrect form of ‘you’re’. “Do I keep responding? Why is she even messaging me at all since she’s probably at a party or something.” Given that Zack and Trini weren’t exactly popular (or even friendly) with anyone else at their school it was unsurprising they weren’t aware of any sort of parties happening. Neither of them had ever been to a party in their life, though they weren’t complaining. 

k.harteyes: I need hell

k.harteyes: Help 

“Something actually wrong or is she just too drunk?” Zack’s eyebrows wrinkled down in confusion as Trini typed out a similar question to what was just asked. Type bubbles appeared instantly and both teenagers looked to each other in confusion once more. 

k.harteyes: Pick me up 

k.harteyes: Plz

k.harteyes: I dont likr it 

Trini_Gomez: Are you okay? Did something happen?

k.harteyes: Mark won’t leace me alnoe 

Trini didn’t know who Mark was, but given that Kimberly was most likely drunk at a party, Trini didn’t like the implications of what could happen there if he wasn't leaving her alone. She wasn’t sure where Amanda or Ty were (or if they’d be any help at all even if they were around), but she knew she couldn’t just leave Kimberly there. It didn't matter that they weren’t friends and barely knew one another- Trini couldn’t let a girl suffer drunk at a party when she could help. Zack seemed to have the seem belief when he read the message as he stood up and slipped his jacket on, holding his hand out to pull Trini up. 

“Find out where she is,” Zack said, both of them climbing down from the train. Apparently all thoughts of Zack’s mom and uncle were put out of his mind as he focused on helping Kimberly took over. He was a good guy at heart (a big doofus constantly), but he was much more than the boy who skipped school and hung around broken trains. It was a shame only Trini got to see this side of him, this loving and caring side that put others before himself, because she knew anyone would be lucky to have Zack Taylor in their life. 

Kimberly responded with a poorly detailed message that said they were someone in the woods near the old gold mine, which actually wasn’t too far from the old trains. There was a cliff not too far from here that Trini sometimes meditated on that overlooked the gold mine, but it was surrounded by acres of forest. It could take forever to find them. Trini messaged back asking for a better description, to which Kimberly in return sent a selfie of her. The picture exposed how drunk the girl truly was: her eyes were barely open, what white parts shown were red and watery, and her tongue stuck out between swollen lips. Trini wouldn’t let herself think of the implications of that detail, and moved on to the rest of the photo. Kimberly was wearing a white dress, or at least what looked like a dress from what the picture revealed, and her long and normally styled hair was disheveled. From sex or alcohol Trini didn't know, though she prayed it was the latter. 

“Look.” Zack pointed to a part in the back of the picture, a barely readable sign off to the side, somewhat hidden by trees. “Isn’t that the Gold Mine sign?” 

Trini couldn’t say for sure, but if it was actually that sign, then they knew where to go. Seeing as they had no other clues about where Kimberly could possibly be, they both looked to each other and shrugged, setting off in the general direction of the mine. It was better than nothing, but Trini didn’t have high hopes. 

The two of them had been walking for nearly half an hour, and were debating giving up hopes (as much as Trini didn’t want to leave Kimberly drunk at a party), when they started to hear the unmistakable deep bass of club music. It was coming from their left, and they only had to walk a few more minutes in that direction before they could see fire pits illuminating the area and the loud chatter of too many conversations at once. Well, they've found the party, now it was only a matter of time before they ran into Kimberly (hopefully unharmed). 

“Should we split up?” Zack had to yell to be heard over the thumping music, and Trini asked him to repeat himself twice before she understood and nodded. Half of their class was in the woods right now, and they’d cover more ground separated. The two wandered away from one another, keeping their phones in hand to make sure to answer any calls or text from the other. 

Trini watched as Zack went to the left, so she took the right side, passing many people she frequently saw in the school hallways. She knew none of their names and was pretty sure they didn’t know her’s either. Not that she ever cared, especially now given that her prime focus was on finding Kimberly. The text the girl sent her was slightly nerve-racking and right now Trini wanted nothing more than to find Kimberly and get her away from a stupid high school party. And away from whoever that Mark guy was that wouldn’t leave her alone.  

After walking for some time Trini finally saw Kimberly Hart sitting on the ground by one of the many small fires the, her back resting on an overturned tree. A beer bottle was in hand, mostly full, and the girl was focused completely on the fire. Trini refused to acknowledge the feeling of relief that overcame her when she spotted Kimberly. They weren’t friends by any means, just had a casual conversation sometimes, but Trini was still somewhat concerned about the girl’s safety. Kimberly didn’t react when Trini came to a stop beside her, and without even having said anything Trini could tell the girl was wasted. 

“Kimberly.” It took two more attempts of Trini calling her name before Kimberly responded, looking up with bleary eyes that couldn’t seem to focus on Trini. “You okay?” This was awkward, and Trini wasn’t completely sure what to do, and she had a million questions that she knew Kimberly couldn’t answer right now. Mainly what the fuck happened with Mark, but also why she was sitting alone away from everyone else. Had she gotten drunk and something happened, or did something happen causing her to drink afterwards? Trini wanted to know it all, but mostly just wanted to get Kimberly away from here. “Let’s get out of here.” 

“She’s going to hate me,” Kimberly slurred as she attempted to stand up, jerking forward so quickly that Trini barely had time to react to reach out and grab Kimberly. She wrapped her arms around Kimberly’s waist and had no time to process how toned her stomach felt through the t-shirt before Kimberly was hissing and flinching away. “Stop.” Kimberly swatted at Trini, missing her hands by a mile as she tried to lurch away from Trini’s grip. “Stop it.” 

Trini let go, taking a step back as Kimberly rubbed her stomach gingerly. She wobbled on her feet as she looked at Trini, who didn’t question it despite the anger coursing through her and said, “Let’s get out of here.” 

Kimberly needed help staying upright as they started walking the way Trini came from originally, a few people now looking at her as she had one arm around Kimberly’s waist. Neither girl paid any of their classmates any mind as Trini texted Zack for a meet up point, still attempting to hold in her anger at the thought of someone putting their hands on Kimberly. Kimberly stumbled over fallen branches every few steps, and almost took Trini down with her once or twice, but they finally reached where Zack was waiting against a tree, a beer bottle in hand. 

“Really, dude?” Trini glared at him as he came up on Kimberly’s other side, taking most of the weight from Trini as they started walking towards town. 

Zack shrugged the question off with a laugh and pointed with the bottle towards the gold mine. “We can cross through there and get to town quicker. No one is ever in there this late.” 

“Sounds good to me.” The sooner they got away from this piece of trash party the sooner Trini could relax. She couldn’t keep her mind off of whoever the fuck hurt Kimberly. “Let’s just cross and get this stupid night over with.” Like Zack said, the mine is always empty this time of night, and there wouldn’t be anyone there to run into as they got Kim home. Nothing could possibly go wrong. 

[elvesofnoldor]

kinda went off the rail yesterday and made a dragon age elf oc called Micah, who is based on gwindor and I plan this elf’s story into finley lavellan’s story arc in inquisition and now i decided that after my lavellan and dorian breaks up one year post-trespasser in this fanfic arc i planned for them, they aren’t gonna get back together by the end of the fic. instead, my lavellan is gonna keep taking a break from this relationship and im gonna leave it open like that. like, im not sure if i wanna ship my lavellan with this Micah (whom i actually really love right now), but lavellan x dorian is making less and less sense the more i think about it. And honestly, i dont think any sort of development dorian can have would change anything substantially.

i always have a rough time writing lavellan x dorian, cause the fact that dorian is tevinter, the fact that he shares kinship with slavers and slave owners is just always fucking ridiculous on its own. And given that lavellan is an elf in dragon age universe and there is this history of tevinters enslaving his ancestors and enacting literal and cultural genocide against his people, i always have a hard time justifying lavellan falling in love with dorian and im pretty sure other ppl has that problem too. Also, even though dorian is the head of his house now, we still dont know if he dismisses the goddamn slaves his parents owned, so there is also this bullshit. Then there is dorian “i almost definitely slept with elven sex slaves in the elven slums--who are either socially marginalized people forced into sex work or victims of sex trafficking” pavus talking about how slavery isn’t that bad in tevinter, and then turn around and wax poetic about how same-gender relationships aren’t meant to be about love in tevinter wah wah wah. Anybody who read the codex entry on tevinter culture in da:i knows that same-gender relationships are only frowned upon in tevinter imperium when it disrupts the cis-heterosexual political marriages between noble mage houses, same-gender sex and relationships are in fact ENCOURAGED in tevinter when it happens between slave owners and their slaves. so yeah, i said dorian has never been a fucking victim before, well, this is why. sexuality and class privilege/oppression are intertwined in real world and in fictional universes that mirrored the real world and believe or not, being the top of social hierarchy means dorian got the better end of the bargain. he said, oh, “anything between two men, it’s about pleasure”. yeah, specifically a slaver owner’s pleasure in violating and further dehumanizing a person lol!!! but sure dorian you are so fucking oppressed.  im just. i have been wary before, of dorian. because of this slavery thing, and i never really talked abt why. and im just. i am even more wary now. and i still like dorian i guess, but, lmao. i just can’t make lavellan and dorian some sort of great love story, cause it really ain’t one. lavellan fell in love with dorian cause i insisted on having romance interests in every single one of my dragon age playthroughs--especially when it’s a canon one, but honestly he really shouldn’t have. in my fic, they broke up cause  finley lavellan knew dorian used to whore around in tevinter’s elven slums/alienages, and someone lied to lavellan and said that dorian is still doing that with lavellan living at his estate, and even though lavellan knew abt the truth later, he still felt gross about sharing a bed with someone who slept with potential victims of sex trafficking, so, they are taking a break for now. it’s just bad ok, lavellan is also in the right, ok. fuck knows whats gonna happen in da4, i doubt it’d change anything--and that’s speaking on the pretence that dorian will even be involved in da4.  i have this headcanon abt lavellan crafting a pair of rings for him and dorian in his forge as their engagement rings, i will retain that headcanon about the engagement rings, but the ring might not be for dorian.  anyways this is elf oc is based on gwindor, and gwindor’s story is that he was an elven lord (presumably a noldor elf) of hidden kingdom of nagathrond, and he was a valiant and fierce warrior who literally charged inside The Devil Himself (morgoth)’s stronghold with his company after his little brother was brutally executed (god. poor gelmlir) in front of the elven host, unfortunately for him, everybody in his company is killed and he alone was captured and enslaved and forced to work in morgoth’s mine for 14 years. apparently during the 14 years, he was “mutilated”, his hair turned grey during the process, and the experience “sapped his strength” (i think it’s like, spiritual strength, cause it seems elves in tolkien universe draws strength and power of all kinds from their fea aka their spirit). he eventually escaped and he lost his hand in the process, and almost died from losing the goddamn hand, but then he got rescued by another elf. BUT this elf (beleg) got accidentally stabbed to death by his disaster of a human best friend soon after. And gwindor, who’s already dealing with a truck load of trauma himself, was kind enough to comfort and and guide this disaster human dude (who went in shock cause he can’t accept what he did with his own damn hands) and brought him to nagthrond aka his home. but when gwindor needed love and support the most from his loved ones, they all stop listening to him and he lost his previous influence on his people and nobody is there to help him through his trauma, and he ended up feeling like he’s unfit to be loved, which is bullshit. eventually this disaster human dude’s dumbass advice got him and everybody he loved killed. And i was like it’s pretty bullshit that this obviously traumatized character is ostracized from his community for being traumatized, instead of getting the love and support he deserves and i said thats bullshit because in this house traumatized people get to have live happily ever after. so my desire to make gwindor happy inspires the creation of this elf oc.  now dragon age elves can’t really be lords or ladies or prince or princess, but the keeper and the keeper’s children are usually descendants of the elven nobilities of the dales, so, that should be close enough. Also i want more dalish mage characters anyways. This elf oc is a dalish mage, his name is Micah and he’s the First of his clan, as matter of fact. I wouldn’t say he’s exactly like merrill, but he does have merrill’s hair colour (dark raven hair but his hair is long), merrill’s eyes (more hazel than just green, but yeah) and merrill’s skin tone (light/pale). he’s also the more studio type, like merrill, and has a more bubbly personality than either of my lavellans. This dalish mage used to love the fade, and he loved the ancient songs he witnessed in the fade the most. Micah also has a beautiful voice and he’s very good at singing and he always carries a little lute with him to accompany his tunes. When he’s not nose deep in tomes about spells and magical theories and ancient texts, he’s out singing in the woods with his lute--he only performs in front of his family or his closest childhood friends since he’s not a people person. While finley lavellan has this appearance of gentleness, he can be quite ruthless and cold. And lavellan is more of a natural leader type of person. Micah, on the other hand, is truly a soft and gentle soul and is really not the kind to truly be a leader of any kind. 

so what happened is that, Micah is from a clan that’s always travelling around ferelden. they settled around denerium when the fifth blight broke out (that was events of da:o), but specifically he went to the denerium alienage to trade some goods with the shop keepers at least two weeks prior to the warden’s arrival at the alienage. However, he noticed the presences of the tevinters, become worried for the alienage’s safety since he suspects these are slavers, and he’s locked in the quarantine inside because of the spread of the plague. shianni found him trying to warn the sick alienage residents and shared her concern, but at the time shianni is just suspicious and not openly oppose to the tevinters’ presences. now in da:o, im pretty sure if you are an elf warden at least, you can feign sickness and get “admitted” in, but then you’d get stripped of your belongings and had to fight 14 tevinter enemies with literally no weapon so im pretty sure you weren’t supposed to do that (i did that cause i was a dumbass). so what happens is that Micah tried doing that, he ended up fighting a dozen and more soldiers with no weapon or any sort and was quickly subdued. And he was shipped away with the rest of alienage residents before the warden ever got to confront the tevinter slavers unfortunately. he just turned 20. Then after his disappearance, shianni becomes more openly oppose to the tevinters’ presences at the alienage since she’s more convinced that something fishy is going on.   so...a tevinter magister had him....for 10 years. that guy is a blood mage and he’s also like, basically danarius. so like, a demon. Not gonna go into detail about what happened because i dont like to talk too much about actual events that caused the traumas, i just wanna talk about the recovery and dealing with the trauma. but, basically, micah revealed right away that he is a mage, hoping the status of being a mage’d get him released in tevinter but that didn’t happen and the magister kept using his blood to fuel his spells, since his blood is potent with magic. later, the magister also experimented on him with semi-refined lyrium to make his blood even more potent but the experimentation failed and permanently blinded Micah and turned his hair white and he received a long scar from the left eye that goes straight down to his lips and continues down the right half of his torso. Basically, instead of losing a hand like gwindor, Micah lost his sight. And apparently, in canon, king maric got captured by this tevinter blood mage magister dude and alistair had to go and save him or whatever but king maric was hooked to this machine and trapped in this dream-state in the fade so that the blood mage can use his blood and life force to fuel spells. so after Micah is blinded and disfigured and deemed not as “useful” as he is before, what happened to king maric sort of happened to him, but he didn’t spend long enough time hook to the machine so he isn’t gonna die once he’s unhooked from the machine. for a while, Micah doesn’t even know he was trapped in a dream, and when he realizes he’s trapped in the fade, he couldn’t get out and back into his body. Events of inquisition start to happen, this tevinter magister is obviously a venatori, and he went south after the inquisition started to fight the venatori everywhere, probably as reinforcement. he brought Micah with him. And i think my lavellan either confronted this blood mage at hissing wastes (maybe it’s the moutaintop camp? maybe it’s after you cleared out the venatori at hissing waste and he came as reinforcement?). not to digress but i’d love to fight a blood mage in inquisition but that was not meant to be, so it’s happening in this oc fanfic scenario.  Inquisitor finley lavellan had a very hard time trying to get to this guy, and know he’s a quite a powerful mage, and he is forced to retreat with his companions and inquisiton soldiers to the camp. This time lavellan decided to sneak in while his party member created a distraction outside, and once inside the camp, he discovered poor micah hooked to a machine--presumably the source of the magister’s power. pegging the machine as something that traps the elf in the fade, lavellan connects himself to the machine and went to find micah in the fade. With lavellan’s help, micah is able to break away from the eternal dream and wake up. his body is obviously frail from spending a few years immobile, so lavellan tried to sneak out with micah in his arms but they were confronted by the magister who brought numerous archers and ambushed them at the lobby (inside some mountain at hissing waste), lavellan opened one or two rifts to suck in the archers, and petrified the magister with earth magic enhanced by the anchor’s connection to the fade (the magister is immobile and his flesh is slowly hardening from the earth magic but he’s alive and acutely and painfully aware of what’s happening to his body). Micah is the one who got the tear the magister from limb to limb with his own magic and explode him into chunks of meat, avenging the abuse that’s done to him. and finley brought micah with him to skyhold and there he rests and recovers. finley,  inquisition mages (not dorian though, him being tevinter mage and a mediocre healer and all, it’s more like, vivenne and solas actually) all help to nurture him back to health. he become healthy again, even though he is still blind and his hair remains the same grey white colour and the scar that disfigured his face is unremovable. Micah unfortunately becomes afraid of the fade and hates it when he dreams, sometime he’d wake up terrified, not knowing if he wakes up from a dream or if he just drops into one. It was with finley’s help that he become more aware of what’s dream and what’s reality. while Micah’s at skyhold, micah and finley becomes good friends as finley constantly visits him and even brings him a lute after knowing micah loves to play and sings. they become close enough that micah is comfortable singing to finley. micah didn’t get involved with inquisition business while he’s recovering, however, he did discover a way to “see” with the tap of his feet and sounds bouncing off object, kinda like how toph (btw i love toph) “see” with passive earth bending. i like to think micah always favours earth magic and telekinesis and rarely uses other elemental magic. Micah ends up combining his telekinesis skills with a form of weaponizing sounds (it’s sound bending lmao) and develops something very close to the force mage specialization in da 2. aka pushing people off with force of sound, manipulating gravity. And Micah uses sound to “see”, basically. And singing evolves from a hobby to necessity, since humming/singing or playing an instrument allows him to “see”, so that he’s not trapped in an eternal darkness.  with finley’s help, micah finds his way back to his clan still wandering around ferelden and they tearfully welcomed his return after presuming him dead for years. That was like, right after the events of inquisition main game concludes. Then three years later, micah crosses finley again in tevinter out of all places. turns out that micah has seen the dread wolf/solas in the fade and he was offered to join him but micah is loyal to finley and did not answer. More importantly, ever since micah is back, he hate it that everybody pities him. even though his clan loves him still, they treat him like a broken fragile thing who can’t take care of himself. And micah, is able to walk around and goes about his daily business as anybody who has their sights, is sick of people pitying him. The fact that he is no longer the First as he is seen incapable of becoming the keeper angers him (and micah is almost never angry), so he willingly left the clan and started his own journey to find out more about the dread wolf and that journey allows him to cross path with finley again. when micah met finley again, finley has already break up with dorian and now lived in the cottage he built somewhere in the woods at the outskirt of some city. There, they both devised the plan to venture out to ruins of Arlathan as companions to find out the truth about the blight and solas’ plan/stopping solas. 

[sageandwizard]

Deeper People: Putting Yourself into Your Characters

By Holly Lisle

A lot of fiction by beginning writers, and unfortunately a significant amount of fiction by published writers, is plagued by paper people characters who never really come to life on the page. The published writers who still get away with this do so because they’ve learned to tell a story so compelling that editors will buy from them anyway. Beginners really don’t have that luxury, and paper people will kill a sale as fast as anything.

Paper people fall into categories, and that is much of their problem. You have Evil Villains, Oppressed Virginal Heroines, Naive-But-Stalwart Heroes, and Smart-Ass Sidekicks, among other common types. (Depending on genre, you’ll meet Hookers-With-Hearts-of-Gold, Strong-But-Silent Sheriffs, Nubile-Young-Secretaries-Who-Always-Think-They’re-Too-Thin, Brilliant-But-Distracted Scientists, Ever-Dedicated Cops, and the inescapable Fearless Soldiers.) You recognize them as I list them, and can probably name as many novels where they feature prominently as I can.

They’re recognizable as types, but they aren’t recognizable as people. Real people have interests both broad and deep, friends and enemies from as far back as when they were two years old, hobbies that have absolutely nothing to do with their current Quest for the Silver Nematode, and the occasional pet, favorite book, and favorite song.

More than anything else, living characters have passions, hungers and desires, and they aren’t all related to the story of the moment.

Flat characters begin and end with whatever they’re doing in the story.

Here’s how to test your character to see if you have any hope of breathing some life into him as he stands. Write down the characteristics he has to have to successfully complete the story you’ve plotted out for him. You’ll probably have things in there like “Intelligence,” “Deep knowledge of spaceship construction and navigation,” and “The ability to fire weapons accurately even while hanging upside-down by the ankles and with hands bound.”

Hey, my characters can do some nifty things, too. Part of the fun of writing is writing people who are better at cool things than you are.

But if your character starts and ends with the things that will help him get through his mission, you have created Yet Another Paper Person.

YAPP. Bad. YAPPs dont sell books.

I’m going to show you the method I use to make my people real. It gets a bit personal; when I occasionally complain about writing being like dancing naked on your rooftop, this is the part of writing that most closely fits that description. This takes some courage. But it works.

You’re going to put yourself into your characters. Not just the public things that you’re proud of, like having won the fifth-grade statewide spelling bee, or being president of your graduating class and the person voted Most Likely To—but the things you wish you never had to admit to anyone, like the fact that you screwed up four marriages and three of the four were almost entirely your own fault.

Or that fact that you had a teenage pregnancy, and a teenage abortion. Or adoption.

The fact that you had an affair you never told anyone about.

The stupid stuff, too, like the fact that you couldn’t carry a tune on a stretcher with two paramedics helping you. The fact that you whistle La Bamba in the shower. Like the fact that you absolutely, positively refuse to look at your butt in a mirror, clothed or unclothed, because you just hate it. The fact that you wear glasses, or are balding, or have dimples on your thighs and stretch marks from four pregnancies in which you frequently mistook yourself for the Hindenburg.

This workshop is private. In this voyage of discovery, you’re going to have to be brutally honest, and you’ll do that better with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t panic. Once you’ve been honest, I’ll show you how to lie to disguise the truth and still have it be true to the story. First though, you have to be honest.

Part One of the Workshop

A. Write ten things about yourself that you think are fantastic things that you don’t think other people really appreciate fully about you, or that they haven’t noticed, or that they simply don’t know about. Ten. Really.

B. Write ten things about yourself that would embarrass you terribly if anyone else knew about them. These can be things you have done, things you have wanted, things you have thought, fantasies you have entertained, or secrets you have been keeping. Doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that you tell the truth. If it doesn’t hurt and make you uncomfortable to write each of these, you aren’t digging deep enough.

C. Describe your body as honestly as you can what you like about it, what you hate about it, and what you hope no one has noticed.

D. Describe five of the most wonderful moments of your life things you still look back on with pleasure and joy.

E. Describe five of the most painful moments of your life mistakes you’ve made, people you’ve hurt, things that you will probably regret until you die.

F. Write the ten things you are most passionate about. These can be religious, political, philosophical, personal, romantic—these are your causes. You can be in favor of them, or against them, but they have to matter to you. They don’t have to be big; they just have to be yours.

Part Two of the Workshop

Okay. Enough soul-searching. You’ll have to do this from time to time, but if you’ve done the exercise honestly this time, you now have enough goodies to give a whole novel or three full of characters some resonance and depth.

Obviously, you are not going to transfer any of this stuff directly into your novel. You’re going to change it, transform it, invert it, spread it out around a whole bunch of people who are not like you. Yes, to do good work, you have to put yourself into your writing, but no, you don’t have to put yourself in recognizably.

Lets say that one of the really tough-to-deal-with moments in your life came when you caught your girlfriend of five years cheating on you with her girlfriend. Ouch. You aren’t going to get over that one any time soon. You’ve spent time wondering what was wrong with you, how many other people knew what was going on, if you were a laughingstock, if shed ever done this before, with whom . .. and those questions aren’t going to go away.

So give them to one character. Give them to a character who is otherwise unlike you: different gender, or different sexual orientation, or different interests. Make the situation in which he or she finds out about the cheating entirely different. If you’re writing a novel about a female vampire-hunting space captain, and shes carrying around these feelings of yours, they aren’t going to be your feelings anymore. They’ll be hers.

Give her relationship with the cheater some backstory, make it as closely or distantly related to the plot as you wish, but get it in there. She has a life outside of chasing vampires through space, and sometimes her anger at what this person has done to her is going to find itself displace onto innocent people who for one reason or another will remind her of the cheater. This will affect, to greater or lesser degree, her movement through the story. And it will, because it is personal and true even if disguised resonate with your readers.

For you to be able to use the events from your own life effectively in fiction, you must, then, do the following things:

1. Search out those events in your life that have meaning to you;

2. Honestly explore how each of those events affected you;

3. Disguise the events and your reactions to them while still maintaining their essential, emotional truth;

4. And give these altered events to your characters, both good and bad, as part of their personal histories.

And a final, essential point.

If this isn’t hard for you to do, you aren’t digging deep enough.

The things that matter are never easy. Including the things that matter in your fiction, though, will help you get sales, reach your readers, and write something that isn’t just the next Paper Hero Goes on A Quest doorstop novel. Say goodbye to Evil Villains, Oppressed Virginal Heroines, Nave-But-Stalwart Heroes, and Smart-Ass Sidekicks forever. Because once you put yourself into your characters, they become Deeper People. They become real.

[fallenshepherd-blog]

The Fall of the Shepherd

Set in an Alternate Universe, During the End of the Final Battle Against Heldalf. Sorey knowing the consequences of his Actions, Had Decided to leave Rose behind, to keep her safe. However what he didn’t know, Alisha had been following them, this entire time and leaped down with him to where the final Showdown was about to be taken place. 

Upon entering Heldalf’s Throne. Sorey Gazes towards where the Lord of Calamity, sat, waiting for their arrival in his grimace expression. Showing he waited patiently, but same time grew tired of their nuisances. Propping himself up, Heldalf made a Gruff Sound and simply sensed another presence nearby, but kept it to himself for the time being. “ So you have finally Arrived, Young Shepherd. Came looking for Vengeance? Or did you came to follow those foolish Ideals you uphold, dearly. Which is it? “ The Lord asked in a Stern yet questionable tone of Voice. 

Sorey answered without hesitation like he usually does “ That is something you don’t get to know! “ hearing such a Answer, The Lord of Calamity, sighed, pushing himself off his throne and standing his Ground. “ A world where all who know pain... It is a indisputable that every creature yearns to be liberated from this senseless suffering. “ He approaches the Group, Causing Mikleo to be startled slightly. “ Why do you continue to Fight back, Young Shepherd? “ He questioned the other once more. Awaiting for a more suitable answer. Sorey sighed and responded. “ That is true, your Ideals of a world without suffering may benefit everyone, if not, all. But, I do not agree your method and solution to do, is the right way of doing it. “ The Seraphims agreeing with Sorey, Once more Heldalf gruffed. “ It’s a pity. Why couldn’t you all just sit back and follow the laws of Nature. I rather not hear your next answer. Now. Let me ask you one more Time. Join me, Young Shepherd, You have great potentials within you, that not even you have realized just yet. Don’t you see? This path you have taken already has a preset of Rules for you, Doesn’t that contradicts your logic? “ Sorey thought about it, just that mere moment, of hesitation, Mikleo called out his name, Sorey, shaking his head refused to listen to anymore of Heldalf’s accusations. “ I will never surrender to Darkness! “ 

Heldalf remained quiet, but immediately his expression turned to a Twisted smile, before giving out a laughter to his answer. “ I enjoy that rebellious Eyes you have. Such passion yet.. you hesitated only for a Second. Shows your Faith is not as Solid as you may think it is. Now to rid of any possible eyesore that comes in between us. “ Snapping his fingers, every Seraphim in the room was temporarily immobilized. Except for Sorey and Heldalf. “ All better. Deny it all you want, but deep down, I know you are like me. If you were in my shoes, you’d understand exactly how I feel. As matter of fact. I know a way to crush your resolve. The very thing that made what you are now today. “ The Lord spoked, circling Sorey, whom was unable to budge but kept his glare at heldalf at all times. Noticing the Lord approaching him some more, he felt helpless. He must act or he would be infected by pure malevolence. Before any concerns reached him, a Spear was thrown directly at Heldalf who was impaled to his right shoulder, roaring in pain. Alisha, Came running out of her hiding spot, and placed a hand upon Sorey’s shoulders, breaking the Bind Spell. “ Alisha!? Why are you here? “ Alisha gazes back at him and spoke “ I came to fight with you, you don’t need to burden yourself anymore. I told you before, I will gladly help you in any way I could “ Sorey was speechless but formed a smile, while the two shared a Gentle Demeanor, the air became still less, 

As if time had stopped. Sorey, felt it, he tried to speak but nothing came out. Alisha, stood there puzzled, as heldalf came out from behind her, before she could react, Heldalf strucked her from behind, Causing Alisha to gasp, with blood spilling from her Mouth, Sorey eyes widens, in that moment he cried out. “ ALISHA!!!! “. He rushed over to her, catching her, while this caused everyone to be freed, Lailah and Mikleo rushes over to Alisha, attempting to preform Healing Artes on her, Though Zavied had known its too late. Sorey, holding Alisha in his arms as he showed face of Horror and sadness. Alisha, quietly, and weakly opened her eyes, slowly, raising her hand, placing a hand to his cheeks, she formed a weak smile and confessed her emotions to him. “ Ah.. I guess.. this is it for me. I have no regrets of coming here. I knew the risk.. you helped so many people, you even saved me from time to time..I felt so powerless, I sometimes feel..I wanted to give up, but you were always there for me. So I..wanted to be by yourside one more time..Thank you Sorey.. for everything... I...” She shed tears mouthing her, final words before she went limp. Sorey eyes widens further with tears welling up within his eyes. Lailah and the others looked away in sadness and despair, But Lailah quickly tried to put it aside, to reform, and must fight now. Sorey however didn’t Budge. In his mind, flashbacks ran backwards, To now, his journey, the beginning and finally the day he met Alisha. It was her, who encouraged him to come with her to this world. To meet his destined Fate as a Shepherd. Sorey eventually laid her down gentle, and stood, but almost immediately he ignored Lailah’s orders and shoved Mikleo away harshly. Giving him questionable looks. Sorey approaches Heldalf, and did nothing. Heldalf glares at him but smirks. “ She was your true Weakness. The very thing that will tempt the Shepherd to the very feelings, your companion been trying to shield you from. How does it feel? Shepherd Sorey. “ With that, Sorey’s eyes were exposed. Rage, Anger and above all else, Purest Hatred. He quickly gripped heldalf’s throat, in a tight grip, while Lailah called out to him to stop, and dont be consumed to the malevolence. “ Grrh!.. Go ahead, one more step and you’ll be no different from her.. Velvet Crowe. “ Sorey paused but tighten the grip harder before he yelled out loudly, with all his might, without using purification, he strangled the Lord of Calamity to Death, but Heldalf smiled in a content expression.

“ You have done it, you have finally see where your true place lies. “ Before he was being absorbed into Sorey’s body. But before Edna and mikleo could say anything, All four felt a Crack. Their connection to Sorey was severed. Lailah’s pact to Sorey was nullified. “ Sorey.. what have you done!? “ Lailah questioned, as Edna made a disapproval expression, while Mikleo tried to put his hand to Sorey’s shoulder, only to have Sorey swat him away. “ Sore--” Before he can respond, Sorey responded “ Go. Go back to the surface and Leave here with Rose. Do it now before I do something I will regret even more. “ He said, as Zavied sighed. “ You know Kid, you don’t have to go down that path, It’s perfectly normal to feel that way. But if thats your wish, then Guess theres nothing we can do here right? “ Sorey was speechless, as Edna shook her head and begin to head off. “ He made his choice. He is right about another thing. This place is filled with too much Malevolence, we can’t stay here much longer. “ With Edna and Zavied half wholeheartedly respecting his wishes. Lailah was heartbroken  but  nodded. While Mikleo lashed back at him. Before he could do, Zavied growled, using his powers, he restrained Mikleo and pulled everyone up to the surface to meet with Rose. 

Sorey stood there while he turned around to carefully lift up Alisha’s body, while he made his way to a Earthpulse Opening. While walking, something begin to change, his appearance was slowly turning from White to Black, until his outfit was fully altered. He carried the lifeless Alisha, without saying anything until he left this place, and appeared in Lohgrin. Approaching the site where Earthen Historia field of Flowers. There was a hole in the floor where a bottomless lake rested. Sorey, despite changed in appearance, he laid Alisha within the pool of shallow water. Gently he placed her on the shallow watery floor and pressed his forehead to hers. " I'm sorry.. I turned out not to be the shepherd you had hoped me to become. All I can do is.. absorb the malevolence much as I can.. and then wait for Demise at the end... Sleep Well.. Alisha." He spoked as he stood while he left the burial site. Sorey knows, he did exactly what he been  enduring. The temptation. To save his friends from being afflicted by Malevolence, he severed his ties with them, as a act of kindness. Sorey knew deep down, he will lose his humanity, little by little. and Succumb to the very thing he once told Heldalf that he would never be. ‘ I wont give into darkness! ‘ Yet here he stands. Inflicted with Darkness. Slowly he stepped out of the Tower and gazes into the skies. The skies was gloomy, the world was saved, but not in the way he would had wanted. He absorbed the malevolence from Heldalf, would me he is a threat to the world as well. Deciding to continue his duties as a Fallen shepherd, until the day when a new shepherd takes his mantle, and comes seek for him. In a way, he is considered the New Lord of Calamity.