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I don’t think I ever posted it on here, but a while back Danyla and the rest of the party at the time got magic tattoos, so Dany decided to extend her (normal) tattoos with a red and white dragon
She intends to get the other chromatic dragons on her legs at some point, but it’s like, a process.
#dnd#half-elf#kensei monk#monk#tattoos#chromatic dragons#danyla#okase art#her goal is to be tattooed basically everywhere except her stomach#and her face#she's mostly there now just need the legs!
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idc what bioware says come dreadwolf they are end game 2 ME!!
#solas#da#dragon age#dai#dragon age inquisition#solavellan#solavellan hell#fan art#my art#danyla lavellan#dadw#dragon age dreadwolf
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To Redcliffe
Darrian tells Sten he’ll look for his sword, it sounds really important if he ever wants to go back home. Turns out the family killing thing was true, and Sten’s… ashamed of it, guilty. It’s hard to imagine someone like him panicking.
Leliana’s starting to explain what bards actually do in Orlais (sounds like a wild place, but she mostly talks about the nobles). Looks like she’s left a lot behind her, when she came to Ferelden. That seems to the case for most of us, out here, with various degrees of choice in the matter. She knows a bunch of stories, though, which is interesting.
Zevran’s… so polite and chatty and fun, and then he hits you with how he gets high on the moment when his victims die. Bro, you realize how that sounds, right ? Is that better or worse than Duncan stabbing Jory like he’s making lamb and pea stew ? At least, Danyla was, you know, in tremendous pain, and literally begging to be ended, it’s- it’s completely different !
Wynne’s a welcome change to the pack of weirdos. She seems really reasonable, if kinda preachy. What she says about the Circle doesn’t make it that much better than what Darrian saw, back in the Tower, yet she has a pretty serene attitude towards it, hmm. She and Alistair are getting along pretty well.
Speaking of, As we get to Redcliffe, Alistair lays a big one on us. So you’re Cailan’s half brother, no kidding ! He’s so embarrassed to not have mentioned it before, hah, no wonder he was so cagey and stuff. Well let’s hope that takes a weight off his shoulders. Darrian hadn’t put too much thought into this whole Eamon deal (so that’s Alistair’s uncle, huh), but back in Lothering, there were knights in the chantry who were on a quest for nothing less than the Urn of Sacred Ashes in order to save the arl who’s apparently ill. It almost sounded like someone was setting them up for a prank. Do human nobles just… send their knights for the Urn whenever they have the gout or something ? How much of it is desperation, and how much is conceit ?
Anyway, as usual, nobody has time for us, we gets thrown at “Teagan”, Eamon’s brother for details. Redcliffe village is attacked every night by undead pouring from the castle. They’re all over the place and need help or they won’t make it. Looks like we have no choice.
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So, was the werewolves' plan to force Zathrian to lift the curse by attacking his own people maybe related to Danyla's situation? Like, 'if his own people transform into werewolves, he'll have to lift the curse to save them'? (Danyla was the main reason my Mahariel went for the 'cure' option - she didn't know how many others like Danyla there might be out there in the forest, and didn't want to take the risk of doing that to more of her people)
Yes, you have it correct. Danyla was an example of the elves getting turned by the curse as the Lady of the Forest explains was their plan, in hopes that Zathrian would release them for the sake of his own people if not theirs.
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A vore story I made out of boredom I call it ORDER IN THE COURT. Today was a Friday and the 18yr old girl Amani was on her way to school Gary Comer but today was not a normal day today she a project in Race Class an Gender Studies aka RCGS
Today she had dressed up in a oversized white T shirt with black leggings an white crocs with white socks on the outside showing off her thick thighs an ass she goes to school waiting she is on her way to 2nd period RCGS
As she enters the room she sees her teacher Ms.Hall known as Judge Hall for now as the class sets up for the case to start Amani is the prosecutor lawyer trying to get the 2 girls Kaniyah an her best friend Damia a harsh punishment
As she makes her claim on why the both deserve punishment Judge Hall has heard enough an as she about to sentence them Amani stopped Judge Hall to ask if she can pick the punishment as Judge Hall agrees she ask if the punishment can be digestion Judge Hall agrees to it wanting to fool everyone to believe it’s a joke.
As she slams her gravel down she sentences Kaniyah an Damiia to digestion as Amani cheers she calls Kaniyah down first as she opens her mouth an grabs her by her feet she starts to swallow
GULP GULP GULP
As Kaniyah tells begging her to stop the joke isn’t funny anymore Amani continues to swallow already at her waist as she ask Judge Hall to make her stop Judge Hall stands up to show her huge belly under her robe why would I stop judge Hall said I think digestion is an amazing BURP punishment. As Damia Tries to run Amani grabs her best friend whiles she watches Kaniyah get swallowed
GULP GULP GULP GULPMMHH
Ahh she felt so good sliding down my throat as Damia looks around she notices that the other students aka the jury isn’t trying to to fight back due to fear as Damia looks around in fear she notices that there was suppose to be 2 judges her other teacher Ms. T was also suspose to be a judge as she looks at Judge hall huge gut making strong churning sounds she realizes she swallowed the other teacher an Amani an Judge Hall planned this whole thing out she cries an she is lifted up into the air an swallowed
GULP GULP GULP SLURRP
MMM u went down a lot eaiser then Kaniyah did bestie were suppose to be besties why Damia said what about our other bestie Danyla what will she think about this who cares what she thinks she can’t save you you’ll be digested by then Amani chuckled
BBBBBBBUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPHHHHHH
Oh that felt good now that class is over let’s see how long u girls will last my bet you’ll be dead by lunch
As it’s now lunch time around 12:30 Amani belly is still huge and soft both girls are nothing but sludge waiting to be turned into ass fat as Amani other best friend Danyla walk up too her she walks with her to the lunch line as she ask where Damia is Amani shakes her head clearly lying about it as she grabs Chicken Sandwich Pizza pulled pork sandwich and strawberry and chocolate milk she sits didn’t with Danyla
Danyla continues to worry about their bestie Damia as Amani starts drinking her milk she felt something make it way up her throat uh oh Amani said what Danyla asked
HHUUUOORRGGGPPPPHHH
SPLATTT
Hehe Amani chuckled as Damia shoes came out her mouth well now u know where Damia went Amani said as Danyla screamed u ate our bestie u mon MMMPPHH MMMMPPHH Amani place her hand over danyla mouth and proceeds to stick Danyla head in her maw well know your bout to join her
GULP GULP GULP GULP GULMPHHH
BBBBUUUUOOOORRRGGGGPPPHH
Oh my good thing it’s a 3day weekend cause I’m gonna spend it all digesting you 3girls
GURGLE SLORG BLORP
Sounds like I’m still hungry as she eats her food and Danyla food an downs 4 cartons of milk lunch is now over an she has 2 periods left as Amani goes to her last period she realizes she has gym and before gym she had dance since her teacher was out today a student got to teach the class
As Amani starts doing the workouts she feels her belly move a soft rumble signifying that she might need to burp not a problem for her
GURGLE GLORG BLORG
BBBUUURRRGGGPPHHHH
BBBBUUURRGGHHHPPPHH
BUUURRRRRPPPPHHHH
Amani moving so much is causing her crazy gas making her burp like crazy fortunately for her the last 25mins of gym class was yoga something easy not a lot of moving Amani thought as she takes her crocs off she starts to meditate resting her huge gut on her legs she stars to relax maybe a little too much
BURBLE
PPPPFFFGGGTTTHHHH
A silent but deadly fart Amani hopes no one notices her farts as she lets one out again she can feel her butt expand an her belly shrink a little to the size of a pumpkin as she lets out more and more farts
PFFFGGGTTTHHH
PPPFGGTTTHH
POPFFFFGGGTTHHH
Amani thinks it’s the milk making her act like this but gym is over so she can go home and digest the rest of the girls as she gets in her moms car her mother notices her huge belly was today court day her mother ask
Yes it was Amani replied as her mother goes to Starbucks Amani orders 4 Trienta Carmel Frappe with 3 loafs of banana nut bread an 6 cheese danish she has a long ride home about a 1hr at least 30mins into the car ride she drinks the last sip of her frappe with that the lunch from school the 3 loafs the cheese danish an of course the 3girls her belly becomes very aggressive
SLORN CHURN GURGLE
BBUUOORRPPHH
Umm excuse me I’m sorry mom Amani says blushing heavily it’s ok her mom replied it’s a natural reaction I remember when I was just like you
PFFFGGGTTTHHH
Ummm mom can you please lower the window an drive faster these girls wanna be let out now an not through out the mouth
PPPPFFFFGGGTHHHH
Amani farts get worse and worse but thankfully she makes in home just in time as she runs to the bathroom she walks out 15mins later the toilet clogged of course her belly shrunk to about 3 and a half feet well girls it was nice knowing you.
Hey mom you might wanna call a plumber Amani says as she can feel a slight gas bubble moving up her throat adding a exclamation to her statement
GLORG GROAN BURBLE
BBBUURRRRPPPP
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𝕷𝖞𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙 // Lady Lyarra Mormont was the heir, and later Lady, of Bear Island during the Dance of the Dragons. She was a handsome woman who stood six foot in height, with strong, able limbs with which she would come to wield her family’s ancestral sword; Longclaw. Her parents, the Lord Duncan Mormont and Lady Maera Mormont née Tallhart, had only two children; Lyarra herself, and her sister, Danyla, though three failed pregnancies followed little Danyla. After the miscarriages, and an ultimatum from Lady Maera, Duncan named Lyarra - then only 10 - as his heir.
Late in the war, she marched south with her father and a handful of Mormont men as part of Cregan Stark’s army. During a battle with a Green army during the march, Lord Duncan was slain by enemy arrows, leaving Lyarra to lead the Mormont men and wield Longclaw as the new head of House Mormont.
Once in King’s Landing with the Stark-led army, she helped to maintain order within the court, now finally able to divest herself of her disguise. Though she knew she would soon have to return to Bear Island to sort out her House’s affairs, she elected to remain in King’s Landing with her men for a short time longer, curious to witness the political web unravel itself following the Hour of the Wolf.
She was forever intrigued by the women at court, and fell into a friendship - strangely enough - with the sisters Rhaena and Baela Targaryen; it is said they were intrigued by the sight of a woman their own age standing alongside men in battle. It was said that Lyarra had a preference for women, and that was truly why she remained in King’s Landing for so long.
Those rumors would never be confirmed, though never would they be truly denied either, as Lyarra would maintain a deep friendship with Baela even after returning north to Bear Island. The two young women would write often, and it was said that on two occasions, Baela and Rhaena both rode upon the latter’s dragon, Morning, to visit Lyarra on Bear Island.
Two years after Lyarra’s return to her holdings, she would marry Brandon Cerwyn at her mother’s urging, with whom she would have only one child, a boy whom she would name Duncan, for her father. It was said that after her son’s birth she told Brandon that he “need not trouble her bed any longer,” and that he could take his pleasure elsewhere. It seemed as though he took her words to heart, as he would come to father three bastard daughters, all of whom Lyarra declared she would consider as daughters of her own blood.
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Happy International Women's Day! As with every single show I've independently curated over the past decade, the majority of the artists in HYGGE online art exhibition are women. 💪 Here are a few of them; view the entire exhibit here (main page) & here (artist pages - click on each one to enjoy their words and art), and support these artists by collecting their work here.
Pictured:
Darcie Denton, Danyla, oil on canvas paper, 8 x 11 in. / framed 14.75 x 17.75 in.
Alix Anne Shaw, YOU GIRL, animated neon, 48 x 33 in.
Christine Lozano, Through, paint marker, colored pencil, collage, and acrylic paint on canvas board, 6 x 12 in.
Cristy Corso, My Body Is a Battlefield, Self Portrait - V1, digital art, variable
Danielle Pontarelli, Fruit Dysmorphia, acrylic on canvas, 36 x 24 in.
Emily Calvo, Night Birds, watercolor on paper with laser print on tissue, 14 x 20 in.
Katharine Joy Houpt, Stay Brighter Longer, collage, 11 x 14 in.
Kristen Neveu, Natural Stained Glass Town, mixed media collage painting, 8 x 10 in.
Marie Magnetic, celestial candor, acrylic on canvas, 9 x 12 in.
Su Lin Lim, Daily Life, acrylic on canvas, 30 x 30 in.
HYGGE (c) Jenny Lam 2023
#iwd#international women's day 2023#iwd2023#women's day#working women's day#women artists#female artists#artists on tumblr#inspirational women#contemporary art#fine art#original art#art for sale#art#artists#colorful art#empowerment#women's history month#painter#gallery
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At 33%, so 'If they're feeling upset, who are they likely to talk to for comfort? Or do they keep it inside?' For Hamal and/or Mathuin
Trauma Sabrae elves 🥺 They kind of exist on opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of emotional expression.
Hamal is not great at regulating his emotions. This by itself is neither good nor bad; he just tends to easily show anything he feels, whether anger, joy, grief. Heart on his sleeve. He won't get into it, though, unless it's with someone he trusts. Stubbornly reticent. Zevran is usually his confidant.
Mathuin prefers to keep everything deep inside. They do this under the belief that they have their emotional management well in hand... and given the space to sort things out they can generally seek their own comfort and find ways to feel better. But it would probably help to have someone to talk to about their problems.
You can really see this in the scene where Hamal tells Mathuin of Tamlen's death. He breaks down pretty much at once. But Mathuin only gives tidbits of what they're feeling, all throughout the story; in the sail-stitching conversation with Zevran, in the forest with their companions, in the ruins with Danyla, in the drabble where Leliana comforts them.
I wish Mathuin had stuck around instead of just heading back to Clan Sabrae immediately. They could've benefited from Leliana, Zevran, and Jowan's company in particular.
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Unusual Muse Associations
tagged by @alexandbear 800 years ago, thank you for the tag!! tagging (with zero pressure as always/feel free to ignore if you’ve already done it!): @danyla, @highwayphantoms, @shizuu-chann, @morganlefaye79, and @arcandoria
Nova:
SEASONING: I am the worst person for this bc all of the food I eat is super bland by choice (I’M PICKY OK) but prob something spicy/hot
WEATHER: dry, hot days
COLOR: red
SKY: probably cloudy
MAGICAL POWER: telekinesis
HOUSE PLANT: pothos.....listen she kills fish easily, i can imagine plants would be the same
WEAPON: pistol
SUBJECT: like a school subject? phys ed
SOCIAL MEDIA: tumblr (anonymity ya know?)
MAKEUP PRODUCT: black lipstick
CANDY: warheads
FEAR: incompetence
ICE CUBE SHAPE: hexagon
METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: airplane
ART STYLE: cubism
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: hydra
PIECE OF STATIONERY: idk i always thought stationary was just paper lmao but after googling I guess scissors?
THREE EMOJIS: 🤬 😤 💥
CELESTIAL BODY: stars, no specific one
#dhjsak i spelled hexagon like the fall guys round lmao#have i been playing it too much lately#maybe so#anyway#oc:nova
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— late summer gothic aesthetics
tagged by @arcandoria, thank you!!
going to tag with zero pressure as always: @danyla/@mechatronic, @breezypunk, @skippygiraffee, @katsigian, and @miss--river!
rules: bold what applies to your character and their aesthetics; italicise what sort of or somewhat applies; strikethrough whatever doesn’t or never applies.
WREN ‘V’ VOGEL
ROAD TRIP BURNOUT.
bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake ids, gas station snacks, jesus bobble heads, split lips, patchouli, paranoia between friends.
SOUTHERN CEMETERY.
magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes and barbed wire.
INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER.
the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie-talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric.
HAUNTED BOARDWALK.
rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water, ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones.
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So like, there's something about Danyla's backstory that makes me chuckle a bit but I gotta give context
Her and Zephrine are in a homebrew setting where Tiamat is, while still evil, much more nuanced than typical dnd canon. She's the god of deception, change(usually societal), and magic, in addition to being the mother of chromatic dragons.
So Danyla is from a country that openly worships her and works for the church. She's also trans, and her family used their connections to the church and the Obsidian Spire(basically a mages guild that functions as one of three major parts of the government) to go through a ritual to help her achieve the body she wanted.
This was 100% approved of by those around her, in the church and otherwise, because it was viewed as becoming and changing into the best version of herself. Danyla went through with it for personal as well as spiritual reasons.
So, that all said:
Diversity win! The lawful evil dragon deity supports trans rights
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just so we are all clear this is 100% how i see their dynamic
#dragon age#solas#blackwall#inquisitor#lavellan#solavellan#solavellan hell#thom rainier#dragon age inquisition#dai#fan art#my art#danyla lavellan
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Twin Skeletons
Part III
Beginning Previous Part
People who wanted to be tagged8: @queenieofsouls @my-mom-calls-me-rat
If anyone else want to be tagged just say something! I'm done with the exam so here the next part. Enjoy! I also figured out how to hide a link in the texts so I can link to whole story together. Yeahy.
Again: I know nothing and do what I want.
His instincts are at war with each other. On one side he wants to cry and hug the male before himself and be held in return. Once this person was safety and home and family. But on the other side his core is screaming and raging because this sword killed him once, his hands hold the sword that killed him, his blood is on this blade and hands. And then there is a there is a third side, the human side, the living side, that doesn't understand.
He can't remember, he does not understand. Danny feels like he is being ripped apart and for a moment he wonders if it will feel like this if his parents ever get their hands on Phantom.
He doesn't understand and doesn't know what to do. He wants to scream and wail till it will despair (or at least till the building will collapse around them). He wants to flee, to run and hide till its safe again, till he can't be hurt again. He wants to fight, to protect himself, to let it never happened again. He can't decide what to do so he doesn't do anything, he just bites down on his hand to prevent himself from wailing, hides his eyes behind his hair and other hands and hopes he will soon know how to ask the question that are burning on its tongue without the danger on bringing the building down.
The temperature is rapid falling, Damian could see his own breath ( it's summer, he should be able to see his breath useless some villain has done something again) and the frost is climbing the window. And while everything grows cold and freezes, the boy, clone, the Doppelgänger, his brother Danyal is having some kind of breakdown. That does not go like he hoped he would. He hoped to get some answers and maybe the breakdown is an answer in itself but one Damian can't properly interpret.
"Are you familiar with the name Danyal Al Ghul? Or Damian Al Ghul?"
The teenager rips his hand out of his mouth, blood flows freely from where he bit on it.
"You killed me! You shoved this damned sword through my heart! Why do I remember something that is…. That is….. It isn't impossible, or? It did happen? Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" His voice is strangled in his fear and rage. But there is also a gruesome echoing growl in this teens voice that triggers some part in Damian's brain that lets him feel like prey. He takes instinctive a step back before he really can deliberately think about it. So much for that doppelganger theory.
His heart tighten in his chest. It's only a clone. It can only be a clone.
Danyals clone is pacing by now. One hand buried in his black hair and still asking questions. Strange behavior for one of mothers clones, maybe it was a failure? Just like Danyal once was? But why him? Does he really need to kill his brother again?
" Why did mother made you?"
" 'made me' pff, that's one way of saying it. I don't know. Maybe my birth mother just wanted some fun? But maybe she…. Still makes no sense. Ugh, my head is killing me." The clone mumbles the last part to himself while rubbing his temple.
He really looks as if he was in pain. If Damian is careful he can give the clone a quick and merciful death, not like the first time. It would be easy, his defense is down and Danyla was easy to kill back then. Damian carefully grips the hilt of his sword again, trying not to draw any attention to the movement.
The clone has his back turned on him, it couldn't be any easier but why isn't the clone dead already? Does he hesitate because it's not himself he would kill? No, the only reason he hestial is because he needs to know what his mother is planning. That is the only reasonable conclusion, not because of guilt or grief.
" That's not what I meant. Why not stick with clones of me? Why make a clone of Danyal?! Answer me! What is her plan?"
Danyal's head snaps back to Damian, his eyes focus back on the sword and for a moment he looks confused.
" A clone?" Then a hysterical laugh burst from his shaking form while tears runs down his face.
" You want to kill me again? Oh Ancients, how many times do I need to die. "
" just one last time. don't worry, it will be quick."
" Yeah, no. Sorry assassin dude, I'll pass."
"Are you making fun of me?! Danyal was easy to kill the first time back then, now would be no different!"
" If it really was so easy, then why am I still here and not six feet under?"
Without a warning Damian draws his sword and strikes in one fluid movement but the clone moves faster to avoid the blade. He makes the move to strike again but Danyal's clone just moves into his space and grabs his arms. They are close, Damian can feel the cold radiating from Danyal copy, Danyal was always a bit colder. Danyal twists his body and throws Damian over his shoulder. Damian hasn't even crashed into the ground before Danyla is running.
Danny run. He did not know where he was or how to go back to the hotel but he needed to get away, to have a freak out somewhere far away, where he can't hurt anyone but in a city this big he wouldn't find a place. And so he ran.
His core is in conflict, on one hand his core recognised Damian as something safe, something he needs to protect but on the other hand his core is terrified and screaming because this ninja person killed him once. And this can't be right, it shouldn't be right because before today he never meet Damian, didn't he? Why does he even know the assassins name?
Everything is confusing and his Headache only gets worse,, it would kill him if he wasn't already dead. And so he run till his instincts started to calm down, till it was safe again -at least as safe as one could be in a city like Gotham- only to realize that he still has no clue where he was.
Danny was absolutely and hopelessly lost. Checking his pockets only proves to be a pointless effort, he left his mobile phone together with his wallet at the hotel. The little shade was also nowhere to be found.
But on the bright side he probably lost his would be killer.
Still, this is Gotham city, the chances of being mugged by the next person he finds are way higher than that the person would help him.
Looking up towards the sky just lets his core sink further, there are no stars and no moon, only heavy depressing gray.
Okay, Danny think, what else could he do? Going ghost is out of question, this is not his city and he really doesn't want anyone seeing phantom here where he is not supposed to be. Going ghost should be the last resort.
Looking for the police station is also out, he doesn't know where he is or where to find it and asking people will probably only end in a mugging. Maybe he could looking for a police officer on patrol? Looking around Danny doubts he is somewhere, where the police would be patrolling regularly. But maybe he could find one of the bats, they are suppose to be heroes, hero's should be able to at least tell him where he is and where to go but he also knows first hand how dangerous a civil person running after a hero could be, not only for himself but also for the hero and besides that, he does not want to be on the radar of the greatest Detective -little does he know that he already is- he does not need someone else trying to figure him out or worse, hunt him down.
Maybe he could find some store or fast food joint that is still open but Danny doesn't know how late it is or if any store would be brave enough to still be open, he doesn't know much about how living here would work. But in Danny's opinion this is the best he could have thought of. Jazz would be proud of his growing self-preservation skills.
Not 10 minutes later he gets involved in his third mugging attempt. The thrill of being threatened with a gun or a knife is getting old pretty fast.
" I have a pretty bad night so either you use your pretty little gun you have there or you let me go but I swear by the ancients if you shoot, you should pray that you hit your mark or you’re gonna regret-" the rest of his sentences get stuck in his throat as a strange feeling seize him, it feels like his ghost breath but not quite right, it's wrong and twisted and not unfamiliar.
The vigilante from the museum is here.
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#twin skeletons#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc universe#damian wayne#bat family#fanfiction#fanfic#work in progress#twin au
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The Brecilian Forest
The Dalish are more welcoming than Darrian would have expected towards his companions, but it's weird for him to feel like he's neither one of them, nor a human. They're polite to him, but they don't seem to register him that much. Still, there's a lot to be learned, and Sarel gives some interesting context. He talks about an elf that fought with Andraste, makes sense, there would have been elves, despite what the chantry says. A boy also concludes the Dalish story saying that one day, the Dalish will free the other elves and teach them the history they have forgotten. Hmmm, maybe it's just Darrian feeling defensive, but he kind of says it like it's the city elves' fault. We also meet Zathrian and his first, and they say they can't help, despite the treaty. They're being attacked by werewolves. Zathrian says we can help by bringing him the heart of Witherfang, but some Dalish seem to think he's hiding something. Not allowing help to be sent to rescue the lost hunters isn't helping.
Ok, Bioware, I see you, I can guess what kind of quest this is. We go in the forest and meet Swiftrunner, who snubs us when we try to talk. Yeah, these werewolves can talk, and there's some kind of curse, apparently. Darrian wants to go back to Zathrian to question him, but he has a feeling he'll be as evasive as Darrian's father when Darrian tried to talk his way out of the wedding. Of course, events just confirm tose suspicions. It's okay Zathrian, Darrian's not mad, just very disappointed. Seriously, this is cruel, AND he's endangering his own people by going back here again and again. With a little push, he's willing to undo the curse, and the humans are free to... wander off into a world they know nothing about ?
The forest itself was pretty crazy, with its angry trees, werewolves and the fake camp, where Morrigan had to solo a shade. The rest of the team owes her for this one. That weird mage was also quite something. Morrigan says he's powerful, but thankfully, aside from making things difficult, he didn't try to kill us. And those ruins were huge ! Creepy, that vial with someone trapped in there for centuries. And Danyla... Yikes ! Darrian figured he had to do as she asked and kill her, but eeeeh... Maybe Zathrian undoing the curse could have saved her ? Look, it was a stressful moment, okay? Hm, well, at least this nightmare is over and we have our treaty.
Next, the circle tower seems like a plan. From what Darrian has been reading, being a mage in Ferelden is all kinds of weird, but hopefully, they have their shit more together. Yes Alistair, we remember earl Eamon too, don't worry.
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@surena said: ❝ i have always wanted my own song. ❞ ( hello there!! )
A lazy afternoon in the sun—it's a rarity now, but they all desperately need the rest and the chance to recover, and what else is there to do while they wait? They're all in desperate need of rest, carrying the sort of wounds that can't be healed with a bit of magic, and a few hours' recovery won't do much in the grand scheme of things except allow them to be better tomorrow.
Still, she's nervous, as if any of them could do much of anything right now. They've found one of the few clearings in the Brecilian Forest, and Astoria wasted in time in lowering herself into the grass and spreading her arms wide, face turned towards the setting sun. Not far from them, Leliana is humming and quite meticulously plucking the twigs and leaves from where they've tangled into Alistair's hair as he sits in front of her, legs crossed beneath him, eyes closed, swaying precariously as if to suggest that he's a moment away from falling asleep.
None of them talk about Danyla. None of them give themselves permission to think of her, or how she must have suffered, the agony of the curse as it transformed her. In fact, Astoria is so devoted to not thinking about her that she has her hands folded over her chest, pressed to her heart, as if she can put pressure on the empty ache there and keep it from hurting, and Danyla's last gasping words play through her mind like a repeated prayer.
Elowen's presence beside her, comfortable in the grass and the sun, is a balm to her wounded heart; her voice is a relief. (At least she's not alone. She can't say much for the Blight, but she can say this much: she's so grateful she's not alone.) Astoria opens her eyes and turns her face towards the sound, lips curling up in a smile; she can pick out the familiar profile only barely through the thick grass around them, but she can see enough to make out her expression.
"I'm sure she'll write one about you by the time we're finished, Warden," Astoria says softly, and she lets out a gentle laugh. Leliana is singing, now, the sound quiet but still audible among the gentle wind and the movement of the leaves and the trickle of water. For all its haunting, the Brecilian Forest is beautiful. "Children will be singing of the great hero Elowen Surana. The Avvar sing," she adds, rather suddenly, moved to speak of her own family in a way she rarely is. (There's that ache in her chest again.) "It's how we pass our histories to one another, and the stories of our gods." And her smile widens, and she reaches to her side, catches Elowen's fingers in her own to give them a quick, comforting squeeze.
"When I go back to my Hold, I'll teach them to sing about you, too."
#surena#i. here's the truth from my red lips. ( answers )#(HELLO thank you for sending this in !!!)#(i always assume everybody's with you in the brecilian forest or that you can at least have a bigger party???)#(so i assume a couple others are wandering off and the four of them are just taking full advantage of napping in the grass)#(which they DESERVE)#(if you want to plot a dynamic for them i am ABSOLUTELY always up for it but please know: in general astoria thinks elowen's a gift)#(she's got such a soft spot for other mages)
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