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mydeaddovedungeon · 2 years

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Alternate Universe where Francois was taken to Kirkwall circle instead of Ostwick where he suffered for nine years as Alrik sex slave ( in main universe he suffered in Ostwick circle as well but he wasn't taken/given as a sex slave for a knight commander)

Despite the pain and suffering, he still rebelled, helping helped mages to escape from the gallows, supporting Anders and contacting mage underground rebellion. The situation escalated when Justinia, influenced by fear, agreed to make all mages of age tranquil. This pushed all mages to their limit and everyone banded together with Anders to fight back against the chantry.

Francois was running away from Alrik and his men when he stumbled upon Corypheus tomb and accidentally released the magister of old.

Desperate to free his people from suffering and slavery, Francois agreed to help Corypheus and became The Elder One's right hand man.

With the chantry agreed to make all mages tranquil and they were ready to sent an army to conquer Kirkwall, Francois railed mages of Kirkwall to stand with The Elder One and topple their oppressor:

The sun of Andraste and all of its followers in power.

(Anders and Hawke escaped tho)

A desperate man with a shattered mind and unbearable need to be love and be loved slowly became attracted to the ancient magister who saved him from his former enslaver and abuser.

Corypheus himself, despite his insistence that he was above and men and had no need for affection, slowly crumble under the devotion and obsession of this rebellious white-haired beauty.

Their love was twisted, codependent, unhealthy, deranged and dangerous

( Don't worry Frankie still wouldn't accept slavery and oppression and he'll convince Cory to not enslave elves and others. At least let him take care of the people Corypheus deemed as lesser in Free Marches. Since Francois get the right of dominion over The Marcher.

But bad things happened and Cory betrayed him, then Francois traveled back in time to tell his past self to go to Solas instead of Cory.

He'll become inquisitor, allied and freeing mages, defeat Corypheus and then supporting Solas to tear down the veil, defeat Evanuris and returning the world into harmony + magic)

#dragon age #dark #dead dove #whump #dai #rebel mage #francois trevelyan #lord inquisitor francois trevelyan #corypheus #moodboard #au #alternative universe

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vigilskeep · 3 months

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died in a mobile game because i was too distracted thinking about true-rebel-from-the-chantry cassandra pentaghast in my mind

#what every fantasy rebel needs is asymmetrical armour #one sleeve bare to mimic the mage champion perhaps. oh i’m sick

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barbex · 1 year

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Hello? Do you have enough lovely rebel mage in your life?

No?

Well, do I have a treat for you.

The Secret Sanders Exchange has just revealed. Fics and art, all Anders. Go, get your mage.

#Anders #dragon age #the rebel mage #Secret Sanders

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v-arbellanaris · 1 year

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isra as the wayward, rebellious, people's herald, actively resisting being made into the chantry's herald. iskandar as the inquisitor, hired to hunt down the mage rebellion, the face of the inquisition - a dutiful templar, ruthlessly devoted to the chantry, nobleborn. is this anything

#thinking abt 'the vanquisher of the rebel mages. crusher of the vile apostates of the mage underground' lines at halamshiral #'purger of the heretics from the ranks of the faithful' insanely fitting for iskandar too...

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determined-magi · 2 months

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Dreams of my downfall realized... [Timeline's ending Epilogue]

Drifting through moments, then all of a sudden it hits me... What if I stumble and all of my world starts to fall?...

Their return to their homeworld is bitter, but accepted.

It was an outcome they had already seen, one whispered in their mind though they desperately tried to heed it not.

Armored shells never once turn back, as they listen to Void's aimless words, its patronizing nonchalance ever apathetically indifferent to the hollow turmoil tot he answers they now had. Or... at least as close an approximation as they could get.

Hope... such a double edged blessing and curse...

They should have seen this would be how it went, to be honest. Their grave had been dug centuries ago, after time and again making the same mistake and never learning, until little to nothing remained as they fought against the relentless tides that dragged them underwater. This was their sentence, their grave, their punishment

They had to now lie in it.

They were sick, wrong, twisted and beyond salvation...

To think otherwise had been foolish, and it had cost not only them greatly, but to many others. In blood, in pain, in lives, in grief, in trouble they never deserved. And they would have to live knowing that, the rest of their human half's lives, until they forgot how to be themselves, until the sickness erased what remained of the humans that, once had foolishly believed they could change their story.

And so they return, tail between their legs, just as empty handed as they had returned to that place. Not a tear to shed, to their unconcievable dismay. What could they say?

Creation had been right, Kairos had been right, Clemency was right. And they could not fault What Henry had felt, they could not fault and could only respect the Cosira's desire.

They were frauds at best, deluded selfish monsters at worst. Unbefit to be given another chance, for they had squandered them, time and again with their own hubris, betraying all goodwill in their stubborn arrogance. One that was beyond self-destructive, and one that was best isolated, kept away from a place meant for others to find a home with, not debris and hubris hurting them and making them bleed.

It was time to give up, it was time to admit they had lost.

And it was all their fault, and only their own fault.

So silently they return, making their bitter peace...

Their only solace is the presence of Calim, Alador, Yseldeir, Nanbarwen, Nar'osul and Arqueno chosing to visit, before they returned to that place, to stay for some time, make best with what they could, until one day they left too, for the sake of the peace of the people in that world. After all... their world was rotten, their universe tainted with a sickness of the mind, and they weren't free from it...

They could not let that history repeat, even if it meant more heartache. No... their universe should stay away from the Carrefour as much as it could be, anything from their home just ruined and infected what was good.

And they could not bear to let them to suffer the same fate, no, they were better to stop it before it happened.

Even if that universe grew to hate them.

Gone was their hope, gone were their dreams for anything otherwise. They had learned their lesson, their place in the large picture of all, and that picture... it was never the ally, it was never the hero that saved others, that brought progress and goodness. Of the noble deeds seeing the better of others, no... it was the opposite.

They were the same thing they once fought, lying to itself, deluding itself to be anything but the raised monster of their own kingdom. And their own self-fullfilling doom and damnation. A source of pain and grief, of death, of destruction. Made to bring naught but chaos, disarray, destruction and despair or hatred their way. A rot to fester light into shades and darkness, the cut to bleed until red turned sickened black with sickness, the rot to turn the gold heart into coal and stone... just like their own...

No wisdom could save them, so experience teach them, no words sway them, not until it was too late, not until the damage was done. Not until the corpse was bled dry, bloated with the decay of death until it seeped outwards from whatever crevice and hole it found. Ignorant of their extent of their misdeeds...

Until it was too late, and no hope could keep the festering wound from needing to cut away the rot, until they had to be carved away to keep them from further damaging anything. Until no redemption was left for them to reach for... Until none could hold, not without damning themselves, or bringing their own harm for doing so... Until everyone was forced to give up, and let them sink to drown alone, as they should.

Their head turns to the younger mage generation. Questions finally needing addressing, and concern visible in their eyes. And so, they fill them in the happenings of their homeworld, of the time that had passed since their arrival to their ruined home, and their departure of their former friend's universe. What had happened to them, what they had done, every single detail without painting themselves saints.

They make little of their expressions, only answering with an acknowledging nod over their unspoken words. Only one thing ran in their mind as they spoke... the need to protect what remained of their past life, and how to keep the last family they had safe.

Once they reach Bellegur's castle, it is Modi's due to depart. To which Thannor steps in forward, along Agarwaenor...

" So... I guess it is time I... Uhm... "

Thannor shakes his head, and the boy tenses. Then freezes.

The older adult hugs him, quietly, firmly. An action his alternate's offspring had all but not expected, his only answer standing then, stiffly and shaking. Before hands hesitantly reach for him... There were no words needed, for either of them.

Thannor continues regardless...

" Boy... we would be glad to have ye, do not think elsewise " The man says, his hand gently caressing the boy's head, awkwardly. Words soft despite the rasped weariness that overwhelmed his forced physical existence... a sound the young child had never head in such a voice before, it felt... almost caring, paternal in a way. " I... It would be rude otherwise, ye went lengths ta have things fixed, offered to do something unthinkable... It is the least we could reward. "

" Didn't do it for rewards "

" Aye, I know... but ain't the only reason te do it, boy... I know yer thought process, boy, ye are my son, my alternate's child, my blood, flesh and mind. " The mage answers, countering with a chuckle, honest and, for once, lighter in tone than so far he had been. " Been in yer spot, though younger... I wondered the same with Braigon, once, ye are welcome te stay however long ye want... And... I would love to learn and getting to know ye... "

" You... don't mind? "

" Oi... I'd be delighted, little lad. I only hope the answer's of yer liking and not further waste of your efforts and noble heart. " The man pulled away, ruffling the boy's hair with a short laugh. " Who would've though I'd spawn such a brave and noble little cub, I'd be honored if anything, considering my alternate's... ways. "

" So far you're not too bad? You lot are very dumb, but... What I am seeing is... it is nice... even if what's happened isn't. "

" An unfortunate family trait I fear " Agar interjects, ruffling Thannor's head, before leaning on the man with one arm. Eventually then bowing towards Modi " I... apologize, for not defending you from my alternate's actions towards you that time, I should have stopped him from causing you harm. "

" Eh... it wasn't cool, but I did pull a dragon's tail, didn't I? "

" And yet it excuses my inaction not, let me apologize for my faults and mistakes, Modi, you were undeserving of that. " he sights, shaking his head. " I share my brother's view, and would be delighted to meet and start anew, if you would have me? "

" It... would be nice, besides, it would make things awkward otherwise if I get along with everyone but you, right? "

" Yes... yes it would, but it is not something that hasn't happened before, and not one you should worry off. " There is a pause, a humming noise. " I... have one condition, however. "

" Well that ruins it... please tell me no tasks or little favors. "

" No! Goodness, I do not do child labor... yet, I have some vague and skewed senses of ethics, morals and all that, but I am still on enough of my senses. " His answer is quick, and his tone clear in alarm. " I yet loathe the idea of child slavery, worry not. No... I... just don't put your own well being at risk for the sake of others, will you, kid? "

" Well... can't promise that, you know a heart's desire. "

" Unfortunately, I do... and I wish you not end on our hole, please... at least promise me you will try? "

" ... Okay. "

" It is the only thing we'd ask... so you end not like your father, or us. You are but a child still, hardly an adult, Modi "

" I get it, I get it! You're not even my dad and you're already fussing! Oooiiii! "

There whoe group, besides void, chuckle and laugh at the sigh...

" Pardon my interruption, I am aware you may wish your businesses resumed... but... "

" Would you like some tea and pastries before you depart? "

" I... uhm... okay? Would be neat? "

" We can also tell you tales of Thannor here~... "

" Oi! Ye shite don't ye dare! I know that look! "

" Dooon't know what you're talking~! "

" Okay now I am definitively staying for that tea! "

" Bloody'ell! "

Maybe, for now, things weren't as bad as they thought... Life was short, and fleeting as many things... They should just make with what they could... and hope their memories last.

Maybe they lost their game and the game was over

But there were others and maybe.... just maybe... they might win them

One day

but that?

That was for other day, right now, it was tea time with family...

#|ic|#|timeline epilogue closure|#|their seven greatest|#|story arc end|#|game over: bad ending|#[and so ends the story arc for the mages #at least the one of them trying to rebel against fate #they traded one doom for another #and their hubris kept them from finding allies and friends to save them from their fate]

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sweetmage · 1 month

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I have written so much Niall/Orsino angst and pining and rebel apostate type stuff lately. Now how many times do you think I need to draw them kissing and/or fucking as propaganda before I can get people on board enough to actually read it? Adjfjsk

#what if a pathetic mage and a rebel mage both survived their circumstances and joined forces for their cause #and took solace in each other until their end goals and ambitions diverged so much that theh found themselves at odds?#and they couldnt let go of their hopes for the greater good and what they deemed right for mages?#then what??#jun rambles

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dalishborne · 4 months

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i do wonder if there could have been a general increase in elven apostate mages seeking to join dalish clans post-conclave (in da: asunder) – not that this would be ideal for them, but i can imagine it being the closest thing to living "safely" off the grid without having to live in the wilderness alone. (but also dalish clan's not necessarily being receptive to this bc needing to keep clan numbers low + strangers + not all clans being as open to newcomers as others? also former circle mages hating the nomadic life?)

#thinking of this mainly bc clan aravun would have taken most - if not all - in #particularly around that time which i think was 9:30 or 40 dragon (i cant rmb the date lmao)#but its interesting to think about how the rebel mages' lives were completely uprooted from then on #trying to find/foster a safe living situation when all you've known is the circle?#like what if you were a mage who didn't want to fight but couldn't see returning to the circles after the rebellion?#thats where my mind's at rn #headcanon.

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tavtiers · 7 months

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A hypothetical god tier for the Rebel Mages from Dragon Age: the Mage of Breath.

A Mage of Breath is among those who explore paths, drive, and passion. They are motivated by themselves to know freedom. (x) The Mage of Breath has trouble forgiving their own mistakes and dislikes commitment. (x) They are the Genius Escapee, defined by introspection and freedom. (x) Their opposite is the Seer of Blood. Their inverse is the Heir of Blood. They share their personality with the Maid of Mind. The Mage of Breath would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Thought and Breath, reigned over by Zeus (God of Thunder) or Hermes (The Messenger God). They would rise to ascension on the wings of fireflies. (x)(x)(x)

#rebel mages #dragon age #free mages of thedas #homestuck #classpecting #character classpecting #my post

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vigilskeep · 1 year

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do i like bethany/morrigan or bethany/leliana more. this is the question

#bring rebel mage bethy to skyhold to create bethany/leliana/morrigan and thus the most confusing vibes ever

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dismalzelenka · 1 year

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Wip Wednesday (yes I know it's Saturday but I have covid and time has ceased to exist 😌)

Tagged by @midnightprelude, @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul, and @anderstrevelyan

This is the opening to a piece I was working on for Secret Sanders that never got finished. (But will eventually, I swear!)

Charlotte could have been a dreamer once. She has memories of a distant childhood, of fancy dinner parties and long summer afternoons in the gardens sketching the way the sun shifted piece by piece over the mountains in the distance. She'd had a name then. The kind of name that holds power in the palms of those wielding it like a blade. She'd have been molded into someone who could use it, too, if she'd only avoided inheriting her great-grandfather's curse.

And it is a curse, she'll swear it to the end of her days, no matter what everyone else around her believes.

The world is erupting into war, and perhaps it's petty of her, but in the midst of it all, Charlotte de Serault is still cursing her family's legacy.

Tagging: @sulky-valkyrie @dalish-rogue @pierogipie @anderstrevelyan @favorofthewater @anatidae-dragonage @midnightprelude @highwayphantoms @thedastrash @sunnygalaxyfox @transandersrights @jellydishes @syrupw @captaincadash @barbex @potatowitch @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul @glowing-blue-feathermage

#fanfic #wip wednesday #original (very reluctant) rebel mage character #formerly secret sanders #now not so secret sanders #c'est la vie

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songbirds-sweet · 1 year

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I never get to talk about my OC’s

Meet The Rebelle Mages, a hard rock, prog rock, thrash metal band and coven

Zoe Rolle: Lead guitarist/background vocalist, younger sister of Iris