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abominable-space-they · 1 year

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Ok everyone has me in a punk Steve & Eleven mind set.

This is refining & combining two separate Steve being close with the girls/El au ideas I've had recently

So, what if Steve was the one who found Eleven on that first night, everything would fall out so differently from there

Since he cancelled on Nancy no party with secret government psychic kid on the property, Barb didn't die. When Will got taken, Barb & Nancy both know Jonathan so they get involved through helping & supporting him.

Meanwhile Steve was panicking while actively hiding a mostly nonverbal child. He's almost certain she's been severely neglected at least, probably abused. Bad things have happened to her, he recognized the signs. He'd been that kid. He sees himself in the way she's jumpy, defensive, weirdly naive, in the way she always waits to see what he's doing first, before she says or does anything herself.

He won't to give her back to whomever she ran from, can't bring himself to do that to another kid. His parents were never home so they're not a problem but he doesn't know what the fuck to do about the government.

In a panic he went to the guy he bought his weed from (he knows how to hide from the cops right?)

Eddie Munson

Eddie didn't know what was going on in Hawkins but what he did know was that all these undercover government vans weren't here for a wild animal attack... or him, thank the Deities for small favors.

So when Steve fucking Harrington showed up on his doorstep with a magical child, panic in his and eyes, and no idea what to do next, Eddie was mostly relieved.

Relieved and maybe just a little intrigued

An escaped secret government psychic kid, a totally different missing kid of the same age, a town full of under cover fbi vans(or worse), and these reported animal attacks had to be connected, if Eddie was running this campaign he would never have this much going on at once that wasn't part of a larger connected story. He just couldn't see the whole picture yet. They needed more information & they needed resources

Jonathan & Nancy had been acting super suspicious the last few days. Eddie usually minded his business but under these circumstances, after a brief urgent discussion, they decided it might be wise to just pop in and see what was what. Maybe they knew what the hell was going on. They could all compare notes at least

They took Eddie's van bc he was not gonna be at the mercy of Steve Harrington for transportation. Doing foolish shit like that could get you hate crimed... Plus being the town weed slinger had it's benefits. He knew where everyone lived.

On the way to try and find the other kids to compare those notes, Eleven, who was very quiet but had an eerie way of just knowing things, found the crate he kept ppl's forgotten tapes in, there was a little bit of everything in that crate, a musical lost and found that he couldn't bring himself to discard, even if he personally thought the music was boring

Eleven picked a tape, waving it at them like it had significance.

Well why not?

Steve showed her how to put it in the tape deck. The Runaways crashed into life on his better then average speakers. Eddie expected Steve to complain, but he just listened very very closely, eyes closed like he was straining to hear the lyrics over the heavy guitars.

"you ok Stevie?"

"huh? Yeah yeah, this is just... relatable. I kinda didn't expect it, you know? ... Do you think they'll be able to help?"

There was only one way to find out, they were here. The Byers residence blinked dimly. Eddie thought the cheer was ominous given the circumstances.

Eleven appeared between the seats, brow furrowed.

"we need to hurry, it's coming"

WELL THAT WASN'T TERRIFYING AT ALL-

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howlingday · 7 months

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everyone has jaune as a paladin or a fighter, lets see jaune as a barb everyone is terrified of this tall tattooed wild man and they think he's kidnapped ruby... they were just talking about their hobbies why's everyone so mean to ruby's new friend? of course also give us an obligatory jaune rage moment

"There he is."

Weiss and Yang peered from their hiding place to match their view with Blake. Ahead, their abducted leader sat across the fire, trapped by the hulking beast with his eyes on her. She looked like she was about to cry. Yang-

"Wait." Blake held her hand against Yang's chest. "We can't just rush in. Ruby could get hurt."

"Not if I hurt him first." Yang growled.

"Yang, he was able to take Ruby on his own." Blake reasoned. "And with Ruby already taken hostage, we can't risk any harm coming to her."

"Or any further harm." Weiss added.

Yang was angry, but she couldn't just rush in and vent them out on the guy right in front of her. She hated it, but she didn't have a choice. So she sat and waited, watching as her sister wept in front of her.

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"That's so sad." Ruby sniffled. "And you couldn't do anything to stop her?"

"Pyrrha was always the better fighter." Jaune sighed. "Even if I wanted to, she would've found a way to stop me from taking her place." He traced his fingers down his arm, his digits kissing the spear and shield tattoos decorating his fallen friend and lover. They seemed to glow at his tough.

"Are they... magical?" Ruby asked.

"In a way." He gently smiled. "It helps me connect with her spirit." He chuckled. "Even now, she's ready to protect me."

"Can... Can I touch them?" He nodded, and she carefully approached him. He may have seemed gentle and kind now, but his earlier abduction of her made their friendship a little tenuous. He held out his arm, and she drew close, tracing her delicate fingers as he did. There was a magic in these arms, and the catalyst for their power were these tattoos. "Why did you abduct me?"

"Because I know you were there." Jaune answered. "And I didn't want a friend of Pyrrha to meet the same fate as she did."

"What do you- Whoa!" Ruby fell backwards, slipping in the mud. Jaune caught her arm, and she winced. "Ow!"

"Oh, sorry," Jaune said as he reached a hand out to steady her, "are you oka-"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER!" Ruby fell on her back as a familiar voice signaled an explosion in front of her. Yang threw a bomb at Jaune's face, likely hoping it would ony slightly injure her and fatally wound Jaune for some protective reason.

"Yang, don't-!"

The blonde bombshell rushed into the taller blond, swinging a hard fist into his face for good measure. Enraged, her eyes glowed red as she continued to strike her foe, unarmed save for the gauntlets covering her fists. There was a thundering crack, signaling that bone was broken.

"Ruby, are you okay?" Blake asked as she kneeled next to her leader.

"I'm fine," Ruby stood up, "but you guys need to stop attacking! Jaune's not our enemy!"

"Who's Jaune?" Weiss asked.

A scream pierced the air, drawing attention back to the mentioned barbarian. Holding Yang in place by a broken arm, what rage she felt died as she was made helpless by him. She couldn't pull away, the pain unbearable at every attenmpt to free herself.

"Yang!" Blake ran in, swing her ribboned blade in a wide circle before launching it at the assailant. As the blade neared, it harmlessly bounced off with a deafening gong. Where it struck, the barbarian's shield tattoo gave an ethereal glow. "How did..?"

"Blake, get back!" Weiss ran past, closing the distance between her teammate and their opponent.

She thrust forward, narrowly missing as Yang was released. Rather than retreat, however, the mountain of a man instead took hold of his longblade, readying it to engage Weiss' rapier. Again, his tattoos glowed.

"STOP!" Weiss and the barbarian lowered their weapons and took notice of Ruby. "Just... let me explain!"

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"Geez! You could've told me that you were just looking out for her!"

"I couldn't," Jaune said as he healed Yang's arm with his aura, "you broke my jaw."

"Yeah, well, don't be so scary next time. Or kidnap people's little sisters. How would you feel?"

"I would probably do the same thing." Jaune nodded, wrapping a bandage over her arm. "Of course, I wouldn't punch them in the face."

"Guess I'm more of a risk-taker than you." Yang stuck her tongue out.

"Not to interrupt your stupidity, but why exactly did you... carry Ruby away?"

"I needed to get her alone." Jaune said, raising many eyebrows. "Uh, to get her away from anyone who might be listening to you guys. That's why I grabbed her and not her stuff."

"What did you want to tell us?" Blake asked.

Jaune opened his mouth to argue, but there was no point now. They really were a team. He held back tears as memories of JNPR came to mind. Swallowing his pride, he spoke his truth.

"Do not trust Ozpin."

#rwby #dnd #rwby dnd #barbarian jaune #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna

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violetasteracademic · 12 days

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Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow: Chapter Ten (Ao3 Azriel x Elain Fanfic)

I hope it is a lovely day wherever you are in the world! Chapter 10 of Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow has just dropped, and as the namesake chapter it is SO friggin special to me! I will be sharing some amazing treats by @rae2velaris tomorrow that have been secretly at work for this chapter, and there will be much more to come after that! She has been doing some seriously incredible work and there have been tears. On my end.

If you are not caught up, you can find a master list of each chapter here. Link to the new chapter will be at the bottom of this post, as well as updated on the master list!

And now for our sneak peak!

Preview:

Elain

Elain could still hardly believe how the bodysuit looked and felt. Like it was perfectly crafted for her body and hers alone. Nuala and Cerridwen had helped her braid back her hair to keep it out of the way while she and Azriel did… well, whatever it was they were going to do. She really had no idea what it meant to explore the nature of power sharing. Nor did she know where she was going.

She turned and looked over her shoulder in the mirror one last time, taking in the upward curve of the faintly glowing feather barbs extending outward from her spine. Impenetrable Ascalaphus feathers. It was breathtakingly beautiful. And strong. She had run the sleeves directly over a lit candle. Nothing. The flame didn’t so much as leave a yellow stain behind.

It meant so much to her that Azriel had not thought less of her for the way she chose to approach fighting. He made her feel like… like her magic was enough. Her sight and the way she could wield the earth in her hands was enough. She did not need to be a High Lady or Valkyrie to be powerful. She and Azriel, with their new shared abilities, would be able to speak to each other in any confrontation. To give and take from each other, and work as a team. For one of the most feared warriors and spies in Prythian, she knew he would not make that decision lightly.

When she was ready, Nuala and Cerridwen shadow-walked her to the outskirts of Velaris. Azriel kept hidden beneath the loosely swaying tendrils of a willow tree. He was absolutely devastating in his leathers, the dark counterpart to her gold-trimmed light.

“We’ll be on alert all night if you need anything,” Cerridwen said quietly.

Azriel nodded his thanks before they disappeared and extended his arms to Elain. She stepped in close to him and gasped as he swept her up, cradling her to his chest as he so often did. “You ready?” He whispered into her ear.

She couldn’t help tilting her chin up to press her lips softly to his, sighing a bit before she replied, “Yes.”

His eyes danced, that beautiful grin reserved only for her gracing his full lips before they leapt into the skies.

She had flown with Azriel before, but it had been such a long time. And now that she had become so intimate with him, so addicted to his scent, it was as if the sky itself smelled like him. The night air and mist in the clouds, the cedar trees peppering the mountainside as they soared. It left her completely breathless.

Azriel had truly never looked so beautiful as he did when cloaked in moonlight. She reached up to cup his cheek, and she knew his shiver was from more than the cold as he leaned into her touch.

She nuzzled up against him and enjoyed the view as they flew. She had no idea where they were going. It saddened her to admit it, but she simply hadn’t seen as much of Prythian as her sisters had. She didn’t notice any change in courts as Azriel smoothly carried them on the wind. They only went over the mountains, an endless forest on the other side of them.

A small clearing revealed itself, a low valley amongst the trees. Night blooming jasmine clustered in lovely, wild patches. They almost seemed to glow under the light of the moon.

Elain was circling slowly, taking in every inch of the valley, when Azriel grabbed her by the waist and pressed her back into a nearby tree. Her mind quickly scrambled as Azriel slid his tongue along her bottom lip. She opened for him, and he gripped his hands around the backs of her thighs to hoist her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as their kiss became desperate and frantic, her hands running up his firm chest and through his hair. His tongue stroking her exactly how she liked it.

He pulled away, taking a few sharp breaths before lowering her back to the ground. “Sorry,” he panted. “I needed to do that just once before we got started. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to focus.”

“Mmm,” she murmured, her lips still ghosting his. “Very wise, shadowsinger.”

He stole one more deep, thorough kiss before releasing his grip on her.

“I thought the frenzy was something that only occurred with the mating bond? Since it’s for… well… mating.” Elain mused. She hadn’t expected it to happen to them. And now they could barely stand to be near each other for more than five seconds without being overwhelmed with the need to tear at each other’s clothes and press their bodies together.

“Orissa’s notes didn’t say anything about it. I mean, she might have left that part out but… I think— I think it might not be the carranam bond. I think it’s just us,” Azriel replied, his simmering gaze not fully cooled.

She had to shake her head to clear the fog of lust. It had been less than twenty-four hours and they had already had numerous, exceptionally thorough lovemaking sessions. But there were important matters at hand.

They needed to master what their unique bond could do. Prove to everyone that it was real, and hopefully somehow set a precedent for the rarity of what they had. Like her own powers, like the feathers of the Ascalaphus owl. Something forgotten, thought extinct, only to suddenly emerge. Something so deep and intrinsic, so interconnected between them that perhaps it would even trump a mating bond. She smiled at the thought.

“Shall we?” She grinned, and he did not let go of her hand as they walked to the center of the valley.

#elriel fanfic #spicy elriel fanfic #elriel fic #elriel #elain x azriel #pro elriel #elriel endgame

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rebelspykatie · 6 months

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that green light, i want it

Part 4

“We don’t have time for this,” Steve sighs, wiping the sweat from his brow and shoving more clothing into his bag. “Nancy is my ex. Barb was her best friend. We were the last people to see her alive before she disappeared into the woods. Cops thought it was me for a while, but there’s obviously no evidence. They let the case go cold. Couldn’t find a body.”

He gets down on the floor to pull some things out and pack them away.

“Nancy wouldn’t let it go. She retraced Barb’s steps and ended up in the woods alone. The coven found her and taught her magic.”

“Just like that?”

“No, it wasn’t that simple. I think they wanted to harness her power. It was raw and wild because she was so angry. Nance thought it was for her benefit, but now I think they were covering up their own tracks. Maybe they even purposefully led her away from the truth, but the power was killing her. It feeds on emotions and she was grieving, so when I found her, she was barely alive.”

He gets off the floor and keeps fluttering around the room, not even looking at Eddie as he continues.

“I made her take me to them. I promised to protect her and took her place. We kept searching for answers. The power came more naturally to me than it did Nancy. Guilt is a better conduit than grief.”

“Why do you think you’re guilty? I mean, besides digging up dead bodies, but it sounds like that was for a good reason.”

Steve feels a weird flutter in his stomach at that, that someone would believe he wasn’t an awful person. Eddie has no reason to trust him, especially after Steve attacked him, but here he is, offering up words that mean more than he could possibly realize.

“I was the last person to see her alive. Both of us were. If we hadn’t…well if we hadn’t made a dumb decision to go sleep together, Barb might still be alive.”

“You didn’t push her into the woods, right?”

Steve freezes, holding a shirt in one hand and looking up at Eddie, “No, of course not.”

“Then it’s not your fault,” and he says it so simply, like it’s a fact. “You were a kid when that happened, if I remember what Wayne said,” Steve nods, “She made a bad choice. The only person at fault is the person that killed her.”

Silence follows that, the only sound in the room is their breathing and the soft scratchy friction as he picks up another pair of socks and crams them into his bag.

“We lied to them about what we were doing,” he finally adds, picking up the old book and holding it up. “I took this. It’s an account from a necromancer. I didn’t realize how helpful it would be.”

“You’re telling me these hags in the woods have a library?” Eddie takes the book and flips through it.

Steve snorts, “It’s not that impressive. Just a bunch of old shit that nobody really pays attention to, books and journals from their ancestors.”

“Is magic genetic?” Eddie looks up at him, curiosity radiating off of him.

“Not exactly.” He’s being entirely unhelpful to Eddie’s plight, if the deadpan look he shoots him is anything to go by, but they really don’t have time for this. “Look, do you remember the caretaker that was there before you?”

“Old man Herman? Of course I remember him. He’s the only reason I have this job in the first place. His son used to work with Wayne, so he did me a solid and gave me this job.”

“What if I said he didn’t die of a heart attack?” Steve waits, confusion washing over Eddie’s face. “The coven poisoned him. Made it look like a heart attack.”

It takes a minute. Steve can practically see the gears turning in Eddie’s head, how he looks like he’s about to vibrate out of his skin as he paces around the room. There’s something about Eddie that feels too big to contain in any room, like his energy is going to ricochet off the walls and knock Steve over.

“He saw something,” Eddie mutters, more of a statement than a question.

“When Nancy started all of this, she was just looking for clues. The coven promised they could help her, taught her tracing spells and they must’ve known it wouldn’t lead anywhere, it kept pointing us back to the woods. We tried everything, looking for witnesses, combing through every inch out there. Nance even tried a time travel spell, but it didn’t work.”

“Time tra-” Eddie’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head.

Steve ignores him, presses on. “Nancy heard one of the others talking about necromancy. It was like an old wives tale they passed around, a warning to new witches about the dangers of using dark magic.” He shakes his head, laughing a completely unamused laugh. “It gave her an idea. Before, we were operating as if she was still alive, but what if she was dead? What if we could find Barb’s body and communicate with her?”

He sits on the edge of the bed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “We had to practice. Well, I had to practice. I wouldn’t let Nance go anywhere near that kind of magic, she was already burnt out. So I worked my way through the graveyard. It took months to get right. Working only when the coven wouldn’t catch wind of our plans.”

Eddie sits down on the bed beside him, closer than Steve was expecting, thighs touching and his hand settling on Steve’s knee. It’s comforting, even if Steve hadn’t realized how unsettled he’d become.

“Tonight was just supposed to be a practice run for if we ever figured out where Barb was. The first time I really got to speak to the body. It was Herman. I remembered that he used to work there from when my grandpa died, so I asked if he’d seen anything. Thought it was a long shot, but-well, then he started talking.”

“And now you know who killed her?” Eddie tilts his head to catch Steve’s eye, but he lets his gaze fall to the floor in front of them. Eddie doesn’t really need an answer, but he nods anyway.

He wishes he didn’t know. He wishes he had never followed Nancy into the woods, or up the stairs to his bedroom that night. He wishes he could close his eyes and make everything melt away into oblivion and bring Barb back. His whole life just feels like a series of bad decisions.

Maybe then he wouldn’t feel this gnawing ache in his gut every day. The guilt wouldn’t be clawing at his throat. Nancy would be happy and whole again. He wouldn’t have to live with letting everyone in his life down. But that’s not reality. He has to do something. They’re sitting ducks here.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #katie writes

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thestobingirlie · 8 months

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This may just be me so let me know if this is a wild take, but some people act like the issues that Nancy had in her past relationships wouldn't bleed over into R0nance. All of the things that hurt Nancy's relationships with Steve and Jonathan (guilt, trauma, maybe some resentment, miscommunication, and Nancy's own actions/words) would carry over because nothing ever got addressed. I don't think things would magically change because she's in a relationship with Robin.

i’ve seen so many posts that start off with “nancy has major relationship issues, she clings to romance because she still hasn’t gotten over barb dying. one thing that needs to happen to help her heal is to make a close female friend! bond with someone in a platonic way that isn’t just nancy trying to avoid her trauma.” and then the posts ends with “and that’s why r//nance should get together!!”

really? you didn’t read your own post lmao?

but yeah, nancy’s issues aren’t just gonna be healed because she’s in a relationship with a woman. even if you believe some of her issues come from being a comp-het lesbian, she still has other issues!!!

i actually kind of especially think her relationship with robin would implode in a way her relationships with steve and jonathan didn’t, purely because both robin and nancy would be in a closeted relationship with a woman for the first time. that’s not a relationship where you can have major communication issues.

#nancy wheeler #anti ronance #stranger things #asks #anon

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illarian-rambling · 1 month

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Thanks for the tag @sergeantnarwhalwrites!

OC in Three

Rules: Pick three images that fit the vibe of your oc. Any image will do.

I've done about all of my main characters for this game, so in light of that, here's my hot mess of a dnd character, Tiany Treewalker!

Here are some facts about her!

She shares her brain space with an alternate universe version of herself named Rhonda and a vampire named Kas (yes, that Kas from the sword)

She's a level 8 wild magic barb/level 4 battle master fighter and an earth genasi

She runs a rat cartel

She might be a past version of the Lady of Pain (yes, that Lady of Pain, Planescape is a blast)

Her mom is a time cop named Donna

She's lost two limbs over the course of the campaign and now has a Leg of Flying (like a broom of flying, but she has to balance on one foot)

She plays the saxophone and her proficiency in calligraphy comes up waaay too often

She was in a roller derby once

I love my friday game with all my heart, nothing normal has happened there once ever

I'll tag @elsie-writes @midi4ri0love @kaylinalexanderbooks @verba-writing and anyone else who'd like in!

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #author

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phasebun · 1 month

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| Dione | Galactic Warrior Wild Magic Barb |

She was in complete awe with the flip Lae did, starstruck even-

Alien, warrior women was on my mind and I had to get the itch out...

I couldn't focus on my tasks...

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 screenshots #bg3 ocs #bg3 oc #baldurs gate 3 #my ocs #OC: Dione #I HAD to---will come back to her v soon ; .;#I named her after the moon to my fave planet :') I love her #FOCUS NOW #PLS

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camelliagwerm · 3 months

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Savour Its Sweet, Bloody Taste • Chapter V

RATING: M PAIRING: Knight-Commander x Camellia ; Valerius x Camellia TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS: moderate references to violence, post-game fic, a wild Elyanka appears SUMMARY: with the final preparations being put it in place, long-standing tensions and fears come back to the fore. 3086 wordsAUTHOR'S NOTE: a combo of lack of inspiration and full-time work has been an absolute killer on the motivation to write but I'm glad I've finally managed to get a chapter out (let's not talk about how it's been 7 months)

With the plan set in motion, Valerius has found his time being divided between his regular duties and visits to the sweltering laboratories set up in the depths of the old ziggurat; Elyanka’s people have taken to the work with zeal and curiosity, but they are still Elyanka’s people – and so he placed a trusted friend and a loyal subject as the overseers of the project.

By now, he has seen enough of the process: it required his participation in order for it to work. And that process is bloody, brutal and yet brilliant – a marriage of science and magic, crafting and shaping a copy of him out of little more than a few locks of hair, droplets of blood and seed, and a small flaying of the flesh. The flaying, done by the Shackleborn tiefling Nela – who came to the city in search of a patron – still aches. It had been agonising as she’d expertly taken just two small cuts of skin from him, droplets of blood pooling at his eyes as he’d bitten down on a block of wood to stop his screams; the wood had snapped far too quickly and he had to spit splinters from his mouth.

“The pain will be a lasting memory, a taste of His Enlightenment, your Grace,” she had told him, her barbed tail curling her flayer’s knife, the smell of blood clogging the air of the laboratory. The knife’s burning sting could not even be soothed by the cold touch of his necromantic healing – a lasting reminder of what he has to do in order to no longer have Mendev snapping at his heels.

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#*writing #wip: savour its sweet bloody taste #oc: valerius #pair: valerius x camellia

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lavenderstobins · 18 days

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who's who in the dragon age au?????

Bear with, this might get long, so I’ll try and break it down by game.

Dragon Age: Origins

Chrissy is the Warden / the Hero of Ferelden, recruited by senior Grey Warden Ser Robert Buckley. I haven’t yet decided her class. Jason had been one of the recruits too but he either didn’t survive the Joining or was killed when trying to back out of it.

Jeff is the other Grey Warden, essentially filling Alistair’s role. Haven’t yet decided whether to incorporate more of Alistair’s plot for him yet! He’s a warrior.

Eddie and Wayne live in the Wilds. Eddie fills Morrigan’s role initially, with Wayne able to save Chrissy and Jeff at Ostagar—not as Flemeth, but as a passerby. Eddie’s a mage!

Nancy fills Leliana’s role. She’s a former chantry sister and a bard. She and Mike are fleeing from Lothering when they meet the trio. Nancy’s a rogue, Mike is a warrior.

Freak joins them at Redcliffe, where Jeff was raised. I’m thinking Freak is a warrior.

Gareth is a Crow (assassin) sent by Brenner to take out Chrissy. Nancy takes him out with ease and he offers to join them on their journey. He’s a rogue.

Barb also lived in Lothering, but she died in the darkspawn attack. She’d been a chantry sister same as Nancy.

Chrissy makes the ultimate sacrifice in order to end the Blight, leaving Jeff as the only Ferelden Grey Warden. He’s the one who goes to find the cure. The group separate after Chrissy’s death, which brings us to:

Dragon Age 2

Steve and Robin are both simultaneously Varric and Hawke. Steve finds his passion in storytelling and writes about their adventures and Robin ends up with the title Champion of Kirkwall. Steve’s the one with the family estate, Robin’s the one with the blood connection to seal away Henry Creel.

Vickie fills the role of the surviving twin, having escaped Lothering with Robin back when the Blight broke out. She contracts the Taint during the Deep Roads expedition and is saved by Jeff and recruited to be a Grey Warden.

Tommy and Carol fill Bartrand’s role, being behind the Deep Roads expedition. Tommy finds the lyrium idol and it eventually drives him mad, which prompts Carol to seek Steve and Robin out years later (after she and Tommy had abandoned them in the Deep Roads prior).

The Byers run the Darktown clinic. Will’s the apostate healer, with Jonathan and Joyce running the clinic with him and keeping him secret.

Max stole a Qunari relic and is trapped in Kirkwall, just like Isabela.

Lucas and Erica are two rogues who live in Kirkwall, friends with the Byers. Dustin’s also friends with them and has far too much of an interest in runes and magic despite not being a mage.

El’s a former circle mage, now apostate, who escaped the circle with the help of a Templar named Benny. Lucas, Erica, Dustin and El imprint on Steve and Robin like ducklings; I think they’d be getting into trouble in the city and Steve & Robin would intervene once and they’d immediately latch on.

Billy would be Meredith I think, I haven’t thought too much about it. I also don’t have anyone specifically behind the chantry incident at the end of the game yet.

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Nancy’s a nightingale now, still filling Leliana’s role.

Eddie’s the Inquisitor rather than Morrigan, having been at the wrong place at the wrong time. He has the rift anchor in his hand.

Steve, Dustin, Lucas, Erica, Max, El, Jonathan and Joyce come to Skyhold once Skyhold is established. Steve claims to have no clue of Robin’s whereabouts, intending to keep her safe.

Hopper I think would have Cullen’s role, being a templar and an advisor. The other advisors are Mr Clarke, Nancy and Murray.

Briefly mentioned prior, I’ve got Henry Creel/Vecna as Corypheus. Robin’s father (Ser Robert Buckley) sealed him away years ago and Steve & Robin accidentally unleashed him while ironically trying to prevent his release.

Argyle is the potions master. I think Jonathan would become the stable master.

Vickie reappears as the Grey Warden contact for Here Lies the Abyss.

They don’t all fit the characters 1:1, more their roles in the plot, and as you can tell there’s a lot of overall changes! It’s SO fun though I’m having a blast

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ohlookanothercartoontofallinto · 2 years

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The Lu boys using some of my favorite lines from rottmnt

(Twilight, Legend, Warrior, and Wind in a Dungeon)

Twilight: Wait where’s Wind.

Wind no brain face staring into a long hall: ECHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO

Wind turning around smiling as keese grab him and begin to carry him away: I REGRAT NOTHING!

Warrior: Is he going to be okay?

Twilight: He’ll be fine.

Legend: You know I wish you guys would take a greater interest in my talents, we’re brothers but sometimes it feels like we’re just travel mates.

Sky: Legend if you don’t cut it out with you middle child nonsenses I’m going to shove your head into the spirit realm.

(The chain before a snowball fight)

Wind: No weapons, no items of any kind, we aren’t savages.

Four stroking a skull shaped snowball: Speak for yourself.

(Time interrogating the boys mainly wind because one of his mask feels off, because the boys replaced it)

Wild: Psst, don’t you rat us out to the rat.

Wind nervous sweating: Dad, the truth is um.

Wild coming up behind wind with his cooking pot: Snitches get stitches.

(Later)

Wind: We have to go back for our brother’s or are you going to replace them to.

Wild all ready carving mask of them: Oh

Wind: WHEN WILL THE LIES END!

Warrior: But it’s only a sailcloth

Sky: It’s only a sailcloth I’m so sorry, Hyrule what did he say did he say it’s only a sailcloth?

Hyrule: Yep

Sky: Did he say it’s only a sailcloth?

Hyrule: Yes he did.

Sky: OOOkay!

Mask talking with the toons: No, wait I got a fix, but it ain’t going to be pretty.

Mask, Wind, Spirit, SP Zelda on their knees Tetra’s standing: Warrior you gotta let us fight in this war.

Wind: Will do anything!

Warrior: I can’t do it, I got no magical powers or items I’m useless.

Time: Hey that’s not true brother you just gotta believe in yourself and know this. If I die in this maze I will haunt you for the rest of your life.

Hyrule Four & Wind: Dibs on killing them.

Twilight: What no, we only call dibs on food, treasure chest, and Legend’s stuff.

Legend: Hey.

Wild: No way! And original Gerudo male royal dress and a-

Hyrule: CRAZY HEADRESS! (Hyrule taking it and getting mud all over the fabric) How do I look wild!

Wild: Like a man who doesn’t know what’s coming his way.

Hyrule: Wait what?

(Wild, Hyrule, Legend, Four, and Wind trapped in a net)

Four: Guyssssss

Wild: Anybody there?

Hyrule: Can somebody untie us?

Legend: I’m afraid of togetherness.

Wind: I hope she like’s me.

Spirit: She will, of course she’s goanna to like you. You’re adorable.

Warrior: That’s it! Legend’s wrong!

Legend comforting Wind: The world is ending yet the barbs continue.

Twilight: My face takes damage like a boss! Four hit me!

Wind behind twilight Skull hammer raised: OH PLEASE LET ME!

Time and Warrior tackling him: NO

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sonicasura · 10 months

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I got another insane idea.

Trollhunters but it's a race to fix the Amulet of Daylight.

When Jim picks up the amulet, something... unnatural occurs. Magic surges uncontrollably through it before the item explodes. Shards of the amulet fly across Arcadia while one piece plunges into Jim's heart.

He falls unconscious and is taken to the hospital as the 'Daylight Fragment' in his chest begins to integrate itself. Meanwhile panic has spread across Trollmarket upon hearing about the Amulet's destruction. Without the Trollhunter, who will protect them from Gunmar's tyranny?

Vendel decides to form a group who shall collect the Daylight Fragments and rebuild the Amulet of Daylight! They already know where the first piece is... Although Jim ain't doing too hot even before the hunt begins.

The Daylight Fragment began altering his body from the inside as the boy wasn't meant to channel magic. Jim had multiple seizures and was put into ICU ward while the shard tries to keep the young man alive. It is only when night fell did shit really hit the fan.

The hospital's power goes out as the Daylight Fragment let looses a large magical surge. Barbara and Toby rush over to Jim's room only to find it a wreck with the boy shuddering in the corner. He could barely mutter out 'Run' before he transforms into a full blown troll.

(This isn't Beast Jim if you are wondering. His form here is gonna be a more natural progression from canon Troll Jim. Larger like 18 ft but with an Olympic runner's build, fur covering his entire back, sides, front legs, front arms then down newly grown long tail, and maybe an extra pair of arms.)

What better way to traumatize your loved ones than by chasing them down as an stony beast suffering from magic overload? He catches Barbara but their strong bond allows Jim come to his senses before he could hurt her. A sweet moment that is ruined by Draal whose quick to misinterpret the situation upon arrival.

Both begin to fight with Jim at a clear disadvantage in this new form until Blinky and AAARRRGGHH intervene. They realize their task has become harder as the Daylight Fragment has fused into the boy's body thus any removal would be lethal. Not to mention two humans now know about their existence with one being the human now troll's mother.

In short, four trolls and two humans have to work together to gather the Daylight Fragments before Gunmar's forces do. Failure means not only will nothing be able to stop the Gumm-Gumm King but Jim will never become human again. Hopefully they can put aside their differences and work together...right?

What To Expect:

Jim isn't having a fun time. He's a tired bean who wants to sleep in his bed without breaking nor trying to eat it. Troll instincts tend to absolutely sucks.

Toby being an amazing best friend and wingman for his buddy. Someone has to be there for him so the big guy doesn't eat homework or chase stray cats. Plus Jim needs hugs and HE WILL GET THEM.

Barbara is ready to beat up everyone who dares to try hurting her son. The trolls are absolutely scared of the doctor. Especially when she gets out the broom or finds a sword.

Draal and Blinky are absolute disasters while AAARRRGGHH is the only one with some common sense. At this point someone needs to make troll proof leashes cause the Krubera needs to keep both from doing something stupid. Barbara will be happy to oblige.

Everyone, including the villains, are so fucking confused. Why is there magic metal shards everywhere? Strickler wondering what happened to Young Atlas and why does Barbara have a barb wire broom? Everyone is in for one hell of a chaotic wild ride.

If anyone wants to try their own hand at such an idea then go ahead! Like to see what you guys can make hence this being a prompt! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia! For now enjoy the song that this partly stems from Control by Halsey.

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cliffdivingsblog · 7 months

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Day 1 Wind (Ainulindalë)

Pairing: Varda x Melkor

Prompt: Rarepair

CW: Void sex, crazy shapeshifting shenanigans, enemies-to-lovers, murderous thoughts, infidelity (if you follow canon)

Incinerate

A slightly different take on Varda‘s and Melkor‘s relationship during the Years of the Lamps.

Melkor hates his brother‘s wife and queen like no other. Or doesn’t he?

A dark Varda/Melkor romance.

He does not try to kill her the first time they venture into the Void together. Nor the second. Or the third.

He tells himself it is cunning that makes him bide his time. Even Manwë with his unending capacity to forgive him will be hard-pressed to forget the murder of his bride. He has to make sure there is no suspicion. That everyone believes this is only a tragic accident.

And it definitely has nothing to do with the fact that for some inexplicable reason he starts to enjoy these excursions. The two of them in spirit form, racing through the endless darkness of the Void next to each other, following every flicker of light to find something new and exciting.

At first Varda is tentative, staying close by his side, but soon she rivals him in daring, not even daunted by the storms of lightning and magic that use to pass through the Void without warning nor by the Abyss, the deepest and darkest part of this place that holds danger even for their kind.

Contrary to the first impression, the Void is not empty. There is life here, chaotic and wild, often frighteningly horrendous, sometimes achingly beautiful, never as ordered and perfect as the creations the One has planned for Arda.

When they find something especially fascinating they tend to take corporeal form, a physical body more able to take in new experiences, both of them enjoying the opportunity to share their thoughts out loud.

To Melkor‘s surprise Varda meets it all with overflowing excitement, her wild laugh ringing out again and again, her eyes shining with hunger for more, always more, her spirit thrumming with an oddly endearing eagerness.

If he is honest to himself he likes going into the Void with her more than without her after some time. There is a strange allure in sharing this with her, in not being alone for once.

She challenges him. Always asking questions, always disputing his opinion on things, always goading him into going farther out. He does not wonder any more what about Varda caught his brother‘s attention.

She is not like the others. A brightly burning flame among dim, flickering lights.

A pity she has to die.

The day the perfect opportunity to kill her presents itself, starts like many others before. They float on the turbulent currents of magic and darkness, sometimes chasing each other, sometimes drifting lazily, until something catches their eye. A splash of red, vivid amid the endless monotony of the Void.

Varda is beside it in moments, her own fiery hair rivaling the beautiful flower she bends over as she takes corporeal form, her white dress flowing in the breeze, nearly glowing amid the shadows.

A little squeal escapes her when the dark red petals of the flower close with surprising speed, snapping at her curious fingers, exposing sharp, previously hidden barbs.

“How ingenious,” Varda exclaims, already laughing again. “Drawing in prey with its beauty only to devour it.” She throws a look at him over her shoulder, silver eyes twinkling. “What do you think it hunts?”

“The careless,” Melkor answers absentmindedly, his gaze on the dark horizon. There is a sudden heaviness in the air, the first warning of an incoming storm.

“We need to leave,” he calls out to Varda, stepping a few paces away, his eyes narrowing as he sees lightning strike down much too close for comfort, unfettered magic sizzling in the air.

“Just one more moment,” Varda answers, her eyes still on the flower, unaware of the danger behind her.

“Barâdâz!” Melkor’s voice is sharp as he tries to get her attention. Too late.

The magic hits with merciless speed. A growling wave of power and darkness rolling over them with unrelenting force. Melkor reacts on pure instinct, having experienced and survived this a few times before, changing his hands to claws, burying them deep into the ground to anchor himself.

Varda barely has time to cry out in surprise and then the storm picks her up as if she weighs nothing, red hair and white dress fluttering wildly. In her panic she immediately changes back into her spirit form to escape.

It’s the absolute worst thing she could do. Her powers are caught up in the chaotic miasma of the magic storm, rendering her completely helpless as she is dragged along at a breakneck speed. Towards the looming darkness of the Abyss.

Melkor tears after her without thought, first on all too slow mortal legs and then with a frustrated snarl in spirit form as well, despite the danger, something akin to horror pounding through him.

Shift! He sends to her again and again, receiving no answer but paralyzing fear and terror. Curse it you have to shift back!

But somehow she must have heard him because she is falling, falling towards the Abyss in a blur of red and white, her scream cutting through the air even in the wild cacophony of the storm.

He crashes back into his physical form immediately, one hand grabbing the black, jagged stone at the edge of the Abyss, not caring how it cuts into his flesh, his other hand reaching for Varda desperately.

By some divine mercy it is just enough, his fingers closing around hers, bringing her to a jarring hold.

He strains against the force of the dark vortex underneath her, threatening to pull her in. Even he does not know what the Abyss really is, but he knows one thing: nothing can exist in there, its power so chaotic and untamed even beings like them would be dissolved into nothingness, returning to the beginning of creation.

Varda’s hand starts to slip out of his.

Their eyes meet. He can see her desperation, the silver wild and filled with fear.

And he realizes he only has to do nothing. He only has to do nothing and she will be gone forever.

He will be free of her.

Please. It is not more than a whisper, resounding through his mind endlessly, her gaze never leaving his, one single tear trailing down her cheek.

Somehow he cannot let go.

The Abyss tugs at her once more, trying to pull her out of his grip. With one thought his hands elongate into claws again, one burying into the rock above, the other sliding into soft flesh.

The scent of Varda’s blood fills the air, her face contorting in agony but her downward momentum is finally stopped. Melkor groans in exertion, ignoring her pained whimper, as he lifts her up to him with one powerful pull.

And then she is safe, the storm still whirling around them as she throws herself into his arms with a strangled sob the moment her feet are back on the ground. He heals her hand with a swift surge of power.

Varda might have taught him to hate. But Melkor taught her to fear, her silvery eyes wide, her breath quick and shallow, a delectable tremble wrecking her body as she clings to him, the only solid thing in the maelstrom of darkness, as his arms close around her in a cruel mockery of comfort.

He nearly destroyed her. Nearly extinguished her light forever.

It is what he wanted, what he planned, but now he has come so close to his goal, the thought of her gone from Eä fills him with an unnamed terror, his breathing as affected as hers as he holds her to him tightly, as if the moment he lets go she will be lost forever.

He never knows if it is him or her who moves first.

If she tilts her face up to find his lips or if he bends his head to claim hers.

(It is him that bends - it is always him - but he needs at least some illusions to preserve his pride.)

He is drawn to her light, to her warmth, like some pitiful, lonely creature to the fire in the night, uncaring that it will devour him.

There is one breathless moment of anticipation, of swirling shadows, flickering lights and mounting need.

And then her lips meet his.

Part of him is expecting the touch to burn but the feeling is oddly mundane, warm flesh against flesh until she gasps and lets him into the wet cavern of her mouth.

Their lips slide against each other first tentatively and then more and more eagerly, until there is nothing else but this. The way he conquers her mouth thoroughly, each movement both precise and passionate as if he wants to explore every minuscule part of her, his tongue tangling with hers, meeting her fervor with equal fierceness, their teeth scraping against each other, her taste, sweet and sharp and utterly addicting.

Melkor forgets it all. His hate for her, his anger at his brother, his plan to dispose of her, the fact that the storm around them has calmed.

He exists only in this moment. In her touch.

It is wonderful. Perfect.

And then she steps back, breath still unsteady, her body quivering but for very different reasons now.

Her hands are as steady as her gaze though as she divests him off his clothes, as she sheds her own like a last line of defense, leaving her light-filled skin bare and gleaming, as she pulls him down, his hands reaching for her eagerly.

The ground is covered in a dark, clinging mud this deep in the Void, empty of everything but the potential to become something.

Later Melkor is slightly disgusted by it all, how they lose control, fornicating in that mud like some base animals, clawing and biting at each other in a mad frenzy, mindless of anything but the urge to fulfill this burning need to feel alive, to merge their very being until there is no telling where one ends and the other begins.

But then it is glorious.

Both of them descend into a maelstrom of sensations, so consuming they shift through dozens of forms unconsciously. A sharp beak nips at his ear, the flap of mighty wings tangles her long, fiery hair, curved claws rake over his skin, a furry tail wraps firmly around her shapely calf.

It is many ages later he understands the irony of the form they both decide on in the end as if by some unspoken agreement, soft mortal flesh, so terribly fragile but also so warm, so receptive to every touch.

With this form comes the instinct what to do, the urge to spread her legs for him, the urge to claim her in the most primal way possible. He quickly learns there is unimaginable pleasure in this. The incredible feeling of pushing inside her, a need to do so again and again, a need that builds and builds until it is close to painful.

Which is only right because has not Varda‘s mere existence always brought him pain?

Why should she stop doing so now?

Read the whole fic (and the more explicit continuation of this scene in chapter 2) on AO3:

@silmsmutweek has inspired me to work on the sequel again 🎉🎉🎉

#silmsmutweek #varda x melkor #silm smut #melkor x varda #rarepair #ao3 fanfic #void sex #shapeshifting #Morgoth x Varda #varda x Morgoth

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