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greypetrel · 4 months

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Welcome home kisses from the touches prompt list!

Hi Mo! ✨

Thank you for asking! This sent me in a flurry, I won’t lie. Meaning: I had three different ideas, half wrote two, and eventually decided with the angstiest one. Also because Alyra is one I write less so she needs more affection.

And nothing, some shenanigans post Fort Drakon, playing Denerim as a Mahariel is just… Nasty. If you’re romancing Alistair it’s the first place where you see the cracks. I hope you’ll enjoy! 😊

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The Only Possible Choice.

[ Dragon Age: Origins, post “Captured!”, Warden and Alistair runs on their own | Female Mahariel x Morrigan – hints of Female Mahariel x Alistair -go poly or go home | 3333 words ]

Kisses – 11. welcome home kisses

Did you ever feel your heart stopping? Did you ever feel like a moth drawn to a flame? It's time to put on your lifejacket 'Cause I'm about to step up the game, oh - Kamikaze, Susanne Sundfør

She was absolutely furious. Seething with rage and a thousand “I told you so”.

Because oh, she had told them it would have ended up like that. They just had to spent a night in Fort Drakon, lose most of their armours and weapons and tools and escape through the skin of their teeth. Better than she would have thought, which was a quick execution and their bodies thrown to the pigs to get rid of the evidence. She would have done it, but Loghain was apparently slower than she would have been. A meagre consolation.

Anora was a royal bitch, and she tricked them. Almost jeopardized not only that mission, but the fucking war. And Alistair had the guts of saying she should calm down, that they had to rescue her.

Had to.

For all Alyra cared, she could have rotten in a cell and freed them of another arrow in her father’s quiver.

For all her silver tongue, she didn’t know how to explain to the Landsmeet having escaped from Fort Drakon without looking like a savage who cared not for their laws and rules and could easily decide to jump over them.

And all around her people told her to stay calm and get to better counsels and speak with the Queen.

Creators, she would speak with the bitch to curse her thrice before killing her. Her father could watch.

What angered her the most was that Alistair took the side of the asshole he called uncle, in treating her like she was but an unruly child who understood badly the rules this world followed.

It didn’t cost him so much thought to leave command fully to the unruly child that didn’t know the rules. And he had the audacity to ask her not to be angry at him.

He had paid her very little attention in the last weeks since they arrived in Denerim, looked only at his uncle, shadowed him like a lost duckling who finally found his. He left her explore the city, investigate, move to gain them support all on her own, facing the Alienage and the merry band of slavers hidden between with just Zevran, Leliana and Morrigan at her side. Saving Anora had been the first task he didn’t invent excuses not to participate, and that was the one task Alyra didn’t want to pull through.

What was worse was that she was right. Dalish and all, not knowing the rules fully, but she had been right. Anora sold them both off to save her own filthy skin, and now they had to pay the consequences.

And Alistair told her to stay calm, that she had no reason getting angry, she would have done the same and she knew it. She was overreacting, and he defended his uncle against her.

His uncle who made him sleep with the dogs. His uncle who threw him away to the Templars when his new wife asked him to.

She told him things she didn’t want to tell him, and retreated in her room. Kicked Stan out of it, because she really didn’t want to put up with anyone, this evening.

She just wanted to take off the accursed boots and nasty clothes she donned, jump in a bath to scrub the prison and the feeling of wearing someone else’s dirty clothes, and retaliate redecorating the room with her knives. Those curtains were ugly.

She managed up to the bath, scrubbing herself raw with a piece of soap and a rag, until her skin reddened and felt sensible, cleaned and combed her hair carefully.

As she was still combing her hair with a finer comb and finally starting to relax minutely with the gesture, someone knocked on her door.

Alyra huffed and ignored it. She was dressed but in a robe, humans and Andrastians were bashful about being undress, and she just wanted to be left alone. It was almost a year since she had left the clan and started to solve other people’s problems, they could leave her an evening of quiet and sulking in peace.

Apparently, they really couldn’t.

Knock knock knock.

It grew more insisting. Alyra ignored it again, hopping on her feet and heading to the desk, as her fingers worked to braid red locks sprouting over her left ear.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock.

The mysterious pesterer sped the rhythm up, growing more frantical at each hit on the wood.

“Coming.” She groaned aloud, understanding that she wouldn’t have gotten rid of anyone there without being vocal about it.

Whatever anger she lost in the bathtub and doing her hair was instantly gained all over again. And with some extra at the idea that out there was Alistair, wishing to continue any further with the shitshow of blaming the other. Which was probably the last thing she wanted to do, right there and then. She clenched her hand on the handle and opened the door to the corridor abruptly, sneering at whomever was there.

“I hope it’s important.”

She hissed, before fully realizing who was on the other side exactly.

She met with Morrigan, hand still raised in gesture and looking at her with a weird expression on her face. One Alyra had never seen her sporting.

Considering she was alone, she didn’t want her there either: she tried, and tried and tried to flirt and get somewhere with her, but to no avail. If whatever they may have was friendship and companionship, she could accept it and gladly so… but not now.

Now, she stood there, looking at her like one would a mythological creature. A manticore ready to bite. She said nothing.

And because it was Morrigan, Alyra took a deep breath and spoke first.

“I am sorry. But if it’s not important, I am tired.”

“Tis important enough.” Morrigan answered, in that serious briskness that admitted just a yes.

Alyra moved to leave her space enough to enter her room. Closed the door all over again, knowing that whatever she wanted to tell her wasn’t something either of them would have liked to share with the first scullery maid that walked their way. She stayed on the door, leaving the other woman space. Not that she personally liked the space, not with her. But she knew cornering the other wouldn’t have led to good results, as it never did before save having her recoil on herself and get further away. Plus, it wasn’t the moment to stoke on whatever tension was going on between them. It really wasn’t the moment.

She leant on the door and started to absent-mindedly braid her hair and pretending she wasn’t aware of her guest pacing in the room with a frustrated gait.

“Why did you do it?” Morrigan asked, and she was angry about it, tho she tried to contain it.

“I did a lot of things, you need to be more specific.” She ended one little braid over her left ear and picked three locks from above the right one, getting back to work.

“You escaped from the prison without waiting for help. Do you realise how-”

“Yes, Morrigan, I do realize that was a risky endeavour that could have gotten us in even more troubles than what we already were in.” she interrupted her, letting irritation seep into her voice.

She didn’t want to take it out on her, she knew the other was just worried, but she had had the same argument with Eamon and she wasn’t keen in losing even more time discussing over something that couldn’t be changed.

“After careful considerations on my part, I realised that the only way to get out of that prison, seen the current political situation, was to escape from it. It worked, we’re both here, I already was made present it was a stupid move, as if asking Loghain to please release the Wardens he’s been hunting down for a year wasn’t even more stupid.” She explained, finishing the second braid and picking other three locks above the first. She used them to form a third braid, with another plain lock, and adding hair to each section at each crossing. “I already lost enough time over this argument, if that’s all you needed to tell me, Eamon beat you to it and I won’t listen to the same thing twice.”

They glared at each other for a minute, no one ready to lower their eyes first. Alyra stopped blinking, even, to show resolve. If that move was enough to destabilize most people, it wasn’t enough for Morrigan. It never had been, and the other just snorted at her as soon as she realize what she was doing, unimpressed. The witch stepped towards her, glaring more.

“You don’t understand. There’s more at stake than you think, you cannot do these things.”

“More at stake than I think?” Alyra hissed, letting the finished braid down with a vengeance. “Oh, you mean more than Ferelden falling into a full scale civil war, that will just be stopped by the fucking zombie invasion and rabid dragon we didn’t stop? You mean more than the Blight crawling across the Frostback and taking the world unprepared? More than that? I am sorry I didn’t consider it, in my humble and limited knowledge of the world. You was so less sheltered than I was.”

That hit her. That hit her low, and the worse thing was that Alyra knew it would have. She looked at her with fury, now, fire blazing from her golden eyes. She wanted to kiss her, bad. They got close in the argument. Too close, the witch was standing but a step in front of her, chest heaving as she got her breath back.

“You don’t understand.” Morrigan just told her.

“Help me, then.” Alyra prodded. “What am I missing?”

She shifted forward at that, not pressing directly into the other, not touching, but getting closer, and not leaving her eyes from hers. She heard the mage catch her breath, saw her eyes fall down on her lips, on the cleavage that her robe let peek out.

Morrigan groaned, frustrated, and turned her back at her, stepping back into the room. As Alyra knew she would have had. It wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t exactly the first time she pulled a similar stunt, getting closer and waiting for the other to decide whether to step forward or back, waiting for consent. And every time it ended like that. She looked down, there and then, and stepped to the other side of the room, leaning over the desk and shuffling the papers on it. Notes, schemes and maps, summaries of books she had taken from the library in the estate, trying to get a quick grip on Fereldan politics and how a Landsmeet even worked without relying on Eamon or his idiot of a brother too much.

Going on with her evening as if Morrigan wasn’t there.

She had shared the room with her since they arrived, after all, it wasn’t anything strange. The difference was that they were both in a mood, right now, both too stubborn to step out of it.

Alyra considered asking her to please find another place to sleep, tonight. Or to go herself to crack in Leliana’s room. There was just a certain amount of rejection she could stomach, for a day, and she needed to get a grip on herself and set her life back on track. If with the mage currently pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, hugging herself somewhat protectively, all that ever would be was a friendship, a too-close one at that, that was fine. But she needed at least one night of peace to set her mind to it.

In any case, she needed warmer clothes on. She huffed in disappointment, as another shiver ran down her spine, reminding her that she was underdressed for the weather and those large rooms were impossible to warm up properly.

Her notes got collected in one neat pile she tapped thrice on the desk, and left down on it, caring for the bottom to be parallel to the edge of the table. And then she moved, still ignoring her roommate. She could stare at the fire all she wanted, Alyra didn’t care. Maybe the fire knew what she was missing.

She made it to the dresser and to open a drawer, before Morrigan spoke again.

“There is one thing I cannot tell you.”

Every word fell out of her lips like a stone sinking in a clear pond, heavy and slow.

“You don’t trust me.” Alyra concluded. It stung, quite a lot.

“Tis not that.”

“What is it, then?” She picked up her clothes, choosing with a calm she didn’t feel. Honestly, she was tired and she just wished everyone would leave her alone.

She didn’t look at the other, walking to the screen to get changed. At least the floor was protected by carpets, so walking barefoot wasn’t that unpleasant. But she didn’t make it to the screen.

Morrigan caught her arm, and she reacted by instinct. She pulled her arm back and pivoted on it, to get free and away. As skilled as a mage that she was, physically she was no match: in a moment, Alyra was free and facing the other, and a safe three steps away, instinctively in a fighting stance with bent knees, ready to jump.

“I didn’t tell you because you wouldn’t have believed me, or you would have gone away, or sent me away. I couldn’t risk it at first. And then… Things got complicated.”

“Complicated.”

“Yes.” She frowned harder, cheeks taking some colour. “I… I will tell you. But not now.”

“Are you going to stab me in the back?”

“On the contrary. Not any more than you did escaping on your own.”

Alyra snorted again, not understanding what even was the point of that conversation. Why she couldn’t tell her… Whatever it was that she was keeping secret. She glared at her, rage renewed past disappointment and rejection.

“What do you want, Morrigan?” She straightened her back, and even if at full height she couldn’t reach her, she put all her dignity up. “I’m out of my patience, if you want to tell me I’m a traitor because I am here, you can go gossip about me with Wynne, Eamon and Alistair, finally there’s one thing you can all agree upon.”

She turned her back and went again to the screen, not hunching down, minding her steps to be as elegant and dignified as she can. Not let her think she hurt you. Never that.

But it served her nothing: her arm was grabbed again, more forcefully this time. When Alyra again tried to set herself free, tho, Morrigan was ready. As soon as she turned to face the other woman, her other arm was equally grabbed, and she was pushed back, taking advantage of the turning to set her out of balance and surprised.

Her back was on the stone of the wall in moments, and Morrigan was there, close as ever, glaring at her.

“Thou worried me. I fear they’ll come and get thee and thou’ll get justiced without a sentence, this time. That was such a stupid thing to do, and I believed thou were more intelligent than that.”

“That was the only possible choice.”

“We were organizing a rescue party. Leliana and I-”

“No.”

Mahariel snapped her hands forward at that. The very idea she was just proposed made her blood boil. Knowing that Morrigan of all people was acting on it… She closed her fingers on the witch’s arms and pushed, hooking an ankle behind hers to make her loose balance and have her way more easily. It was fairly easy, then, to turn their positions around and have Morrigan pressed upon the wall, with her pinning her in position. She stepped even forward, keeping her blocked by pressing her hips on hers. She glared at few centimetres from her face.

“I already let one person I loved die for my sake. I couldn’t save Tamlen, but I’ll be dead before I’ll let the same happen to you, you understand?” She snapped. “Not waiting for you to enter Fort Drakon to get me out was the only possible choice.”

She declared, and they were there. Chest to chest, breathing heavily. Morrigan smelled of smoke and firewood and pines. And her expression had grown harsher at her words. Alyra didn’t care. But Alyra, maybe, wasn’t as intelligent as she was considered. She shifted her head slightly forward towards the other’s, stopping a breath away from Morrigan’s lips. She wanted consent, and she wouldn’t move any further.

“Why don’t you ever kiss me?” Morrigan asked, turning crimson at the question but stubbornly refusing to shy away.

“You don’t kiss me either.” She pointed out, ghosting her lips over the other’s, encouraged by how she wasn’t trying to move away, this time. It would have hurt more when the mage would have eventually pulled away, but she didn’t care, right now. All she cared about was that she was there, her presence and her smell comforting, and she wanted that consent. So bad. “Why were you worried?”

“I-” The Witch swallowed, breath catching and chin lifting up, following the other for a moment. “-The idiot…”

“Alistair knows.” She told her. “I told him we wouldn’t have been exclusives from the start. And besides, he doesn’t want me, these days.”

It stung, but it stung a little less, right there and then, pressed snugly against Morrigan, her lips so, so close. She held on, but she was moments away from begging.

“He’s a fool.”

“Do you want me?” Alyra cut her short. Alistair was right now the last person she wanted to think about.

Well, one of the last ones.

But she observed Morrigan biting her lower lip, and it just made her want to kiss it better so, so bad. But no. Consent. The last distance was for the other to fill. She cajoled and manipulated her way through Ferelden, but she would never do the same in a bedroom. Particularly with Morrigan, who had been her friend and the one that didn’t mind the cajoling and manipulations and daggers. She was pinning her in place, but not trapping her. Never that. She felt trapped for most of her life to know what it felt like.

“I wanted to welcome you home.” Morrigan admitted, finally, as it was a challenge.

“I’m right here.” Alyra challenged her back, taking her for measure. As she did for the start. As they both did with the other from the very beginning.

Morrigan huffed from her nose, in frustration, and surged forward, pressing her lips on hers.

Alyra would have whined, had she less self-control than she had. Months and months of waiting, and finally that was it.

She kissed her back, pushing her head against the wall and titling her own for a better reach. She tasted like smoke and like the woods and her hands were clumsy on her face. She raised hers to cup the others and redirect them on her cheeks, placing her better. For all her sharp tongue, it was clear she wasn’t that experienced, if any at all.

After a while, they both parted to gasp for air, breathing heavily, some of the frustration and anger disappeared. She never looked so good, Alyra thought, and wonder how much better could she exactly looked if she just could manage to kiss her longer harder, until her lips grew red and swollen, how much more her hair would get ruffled with enough fingers through it.

“Welcome home.”

Morrigan said, and Alyra took another kiss in all answer.

A whine escaped Morrigan’s lips as she gently bit her lower lip, hands slipping on the small of her back to press her flush against her, and that was how she knew that she won the hunt.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age fic #da fic #female mahariel x morrigan #mahariel x morrigan #warden x morrigan #first kiss #writing petrel #alyra mahariel #I deleted some words to keep the word count to 3333? You bet I did uwu #The Denerim part as a Mahariel romancing Alistair is A SHITSHOW #Like #OUCH #the only triangle admitted here is a poly one #(Alistair knows she was extremely clear from the start don't worry)

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squadron-of-damned · 1 year

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Find the Words

Search your works for the given words and post the context of what you find! My given words (from @ziskandra) were roast, love, shade & inclination.

ROAST

If you ever get strangled in Thedas and find yourself surrounded by the darkspawn, don't set fire to them. Trust me. The smell is not worth it. That advice goes for electricity too, because it also basically fries them. I had to throw two fire flasks to learn that lesson. Don't repeat my mistakes.

“They smell like lamb roast,” Leliana sighed and kicked a charred corpse.

“Yeah, but don't eat them,” Alistair warned her promptly. “It's practically poison. The taint will get you and turn you into a ghoul.”

I said. “Here is a thought – does that apply to Grey Wardens too? We are immune to the taint... in the very specific meaning of the word.” I noticed Alistair turning very green which meant he now was thinking about it, so I added: “Or maybe forget it. I have a vague idea where these things have been. Not even a ton of garlic could probably fix that.” Besides, I never have grown of lamb or sheep on the table. Most likely because I wasn't really used to it, but it just never vibed with me.

LOVE

“You seem incredibly at ease in our mismatched company,” Viviene remarks as she carefully pours herself another glass of eggnog. The eggnog has been Josephine's briliant idea: Everyone would drink eggnog at least a little so any potential tension would loosen up, but it wasn't wine in which certain people would try to drown, nor it was a beer which would look too informal. Everyone was just the right amount of tipsy.

Anora carefully dabs the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “Well, we both are used to what Master Tethras so aptly described once as a ‘merry band of misfits’.”

“Indeed,” Alistair smiles warmly: “Between a large ominous Qunari, a dark-skinned fellow of foreign morals flirting around the table, a dwarf with undisclosed past in charge of stopping the end of the world, a proficient mage of your cold demeanour, and Leliana I feel right at home.”

“The only change is the availability of cutlery,” Leliana notes at the same time Bull claims that there is nothing ominous about him. “And you no longer smiting people. I miss that, honestly. It would solve so much problems if you did some good smiting.

Alistair chuckles. Perhaps the eggnog wasn't that good idea after all, how much has he had? “You have no idea how much I'd love to! But unfortunately I am married and I have to run a whole country, I can't just sod off to another gruesome adventure.”

Anora pinches his cheek as if to say: “I am so glad you have more sense than Cailan.”

SHADE

Barok slowly turned to him and tilted his head to side: “Are you not a defence attorney, Mr. Naruhodou? I distinctly remember you having a Nipponese badge marking you as one, and the license to practice.”

The crucial moment of every trap is when the pry walks into it willingly. A mouse springs the trap breaking it’s neck when it picks up a piece of lard, a hare places its leg in a snare when pursuing greener grounds. And Professor Kowa…

Professor Kowa spoke to destroy any semblance of Naruhodou’s competency: “He had received his license from a proved murderer. Such a paper holds no weight in the unblemished courts of Japan.”

And now for the final gamble, Barok spoke with a thoughtful hum: “That is… true, yes. I had received my license from the hands of the same man, in fact. It is therefore impossible for me to prosecute. My apologies, Professor Kowa. After all these preparations, this example trial cannot be carried out after all.” He watched as the colour drained from the teacher’s face shade by shade, as Naruhodou’s somewhat reluctant translation settled in for him.

INCLINATION

“Someone is following us,” Javert whispers.

“Here?” Valjean eyes suspiciously the trees sunk in darkness. It began raining and there seems to be little inclination of it to stop. In a desperate attempt to find some kind of a shelter, Valjean has lead them downhill into the forest. The countless leaves are a poor roof leaking in many places, but it is at least something.

“Who could be following us here?” Valjean hushes his voice like Javert.

The diviner looks behind them, although in the darkness he can make out only the most vague of shapes. “I am afraid we’ve crossed the border of Trynton.”

(whew, I didn't think I'd find "inclination" anywhere)

for @timesthatneverwere @sulky-valkyrie and @thiswaycomessomethingwicked: youth, hypocrisy, burrow, and biased.

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hawkeshep · 2 years

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#dragon age #grey wardens #dragon age origins #DAO #bioware brandbassador #bioware

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alistairssock · 10 months

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Neria is so funny bcz she took one look at Leliana and was like wow babygirl you are batshit off the rails insane, wanna join my merry band of delinquents? Only to later get all silly and mushy when Leli attempted A Flirt by complimenting her so untrusted crow's nest of a hair. Weirdos find a way (love edition)

Like Neria's not particularly religious by any means. She grew up in a mostly human-dominated village, tho be it a fair amount of diversity depite the size of it. Not many years later she gets sent to the Circle after her magic manifesting. Then at some point decided there are no gods of any shape or form or culture, or else they'd interfere by now and she wouldn't be there.

Lived a good chunk of her life with unprocessed trauma prior Circle life, in addition to Circle trauma as well. Got snatched up by Duncan as soon as the whole Situation with Jowan happened, and in her grief and hurt, she had no hesitation of getting out of there. Ideally Jowan had come along with her. And Anders (but she knew he'd manage somehow, his atrocities to authority were always a bit...more delicately handled than Jowan's stunt).

Somber and with a head buzzing like a thousand bees she followed Duncan all the way to Ostagar. There she met Alistair, who she found both peculiar and refreshingly earnest. The two bonded quickly and she found comfort in his presence, despite the hurdle that kickstarted their adventures together. She had insisted they both drank their share at the same time during the Joining ritual (despite Duncan protesting a little, he allowed them both a shot each).

Not long after, they stumbled across this Very Devout murder nun. Neria had come by crazier, but was wary a good while while travelling. Suspicion didn't exactly lessen when the met Zevran. But he was somewhat easier to accept. Had he tried to kill them? Yes. But was he a fanatically devout believer in this Shem god? No.

Soon after Morrigan joined the team and at that point Neria was just so accustomed to her outcast traveling companions, that a bog witch was nothing. She seemed nice enough, y'kno. Despite her hissing cat behaviour. Nothing she couldn't get used to.

For a while, it was only the five of them on the road. And it was nice. Depite the challenges. Despite the impending looming shadow that followed them, whispering at every convince that the world might end. The damn Blight.

Aside from that tho, Neria had never felt more free and at peace with herself. It was a learning curve, but she was finally allowed to figure more out of who she was as an individual. It was refreshing and new and exciting and wild and scary, all the same. If it wasn't for the stakes at hand, she'd prefer not to wear Warden outfits 24/7, but part of her also enjoyed the familiar uniformity. It was the only comforting memory from the Circle.

Neria picked up Leliana trying to flirt and hint that she had feelings for her. Not that it was anything new to her. She had had a few lovers back in the Tower, even multiple at the same time. Surprising how little the Templars guarding them payed attention at times, and it worked in her favour.

Leliana was a bit diffrent tho. Something she couldn't pinpoint drew her to her, and it didn't help she had a wonderful singing voice. And of course she was pretty too. Carried herself with such elegance and grace she'd only see in cats. And yet she knew what she was capable of, and that intrigued her no less.

It wasn't until they were about to enter Orzammar, and Leliana started babbling about her love for Nugs, that Neria had a few bangs of epiphanies. These budding feelings were real and they were about to spring into full bloom if she wasn't tactful. At the same time she didn't know why she was so hesitant. The rouge clearly had some feelings for her, and it wasn't like they hadn't had some vaguley romantic moments now and then.

But it was kinda hard too. Doing all this political stuff she was practically just flung into, and then supposed to make a relationship flourish. For a long time she didn't know how to do that. Until she brought back a Nug to camp and held it up to Leliana, and Leli leaned in to kiss it but crashed and the nut leaped out of her arms and her lips...met Neria's. That's when the deal was sealed. She was in love and so was her crush and it all just kinda flooded over her like a bucket of cold water. She allowed the kiss to last as long as it needed, before Leliana pulled back flustered and bewildered. The kiss had been nice, but it also caused Neria to bail and overthink things for a week in the Dwarven tunnels.

#been bleseed w DA oc brainrot gotta ride that high #neria #oc ramblings #idk where I was going with this #and now I ran out of juice #but hey #have some lore I guess

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roseborough-if · 2 years

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Dragon Age/Mass Effect anon here (I feel like I need a sign-off at this point because I've sent you so many asks 😔), I only got into them about two years because the person I was dating was obsessed. I love the story and plot in Origins, the characters in DA2, and the romance options in Inquisition (Josephine and Sera have my heart). I think overall though DA2 is my favorite due to the tragedy of it all. Jdifbfofn anyways my question here is what your favorite Dragon Age game is 🎤

i don't mind getting asks about non-story related stuff too, especially about video games, sjskssjjs, so you're good. 💞

spoilers for the games underneath!!

ahhh, yes, i always struggle with this question because i love them all for different reasons. origins is a very nostalgic game for me and makes me the most emotional out of all of them. i haven't known peace since i played it for the first time and declined morrigan's deal because it seemed so fishy to me and my warden ended up dying a tragic death. i adore zevran and leliana the most out of the bunch. 🌹 idk if we will ever get it, but imagine playing it with next gen graphics, that would be so sexy. 🤯

da2 is so good, bro. it's my least played game, but the characters are my faves out of them all, i would do anything for my boy fenris, i love him so much i feel insane. 🥺 the fact that hawke and their merry band of misfits have no real goal or a world to save is my favourite thing about it, they're just random people that get pulled into the wildest shit imaginable and it's beautiful.

i know a lot of people consider inquisition the worst one, but i love it. i'm fondest of my main protagonist out of the rest of my dragon age ocs, and i just really enjoy her and solas' storyline. 🥚 i'm also really into the evanuris, i think they're so cool!! corypheus is super lame, though, i don't think he's an interesting villain at all, tbh.

anyway

tldr: i can't choose, don't make me choose. 😔

#mailbox

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trans-ruffboi · 2 years

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Entry for zevwarden week,

Zevran/Male Surana

Day 4: Alternate Universe (daemon au)

It Was Almost Like Dancing

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They never knew what to expect, when Asseya came out to play. No doubt anyone who knew they were the Wardens had at least heard about her, but nobody was ever really prepared for when the elven mage was the one that came charging at them with a griffon.

The seeming head assassin with the coyote recovered most quickly, leaping away from the first lightning bolt and mostly dodging it. As Alistair and Heather ran in, the large dog barking, Renlin followed. Let Leliana and Morrigan hang back at the long-range with their birds, he was going in.

Fighting the blond elf was less like fighting than it was dancing, not that he had done much dancing to compare it to. The man weaved around Cones of Cold and jumped over Paralyzing Glyphswith a rhythm, though also never really landing a strong hit of his own. His daemon was the same, darting around Asseya's greater bulk and nipping at her heels, dodging slashes of claws and strikes from her powerful beak.

Renlin found he was enjoying himself, in spite of being in a fight to the death, and as the man dodged another staff strike that would have knocked him unconscious, he barked out a laugh. Compassion swirled around him as the assassin laughed back, drawing his attention to where Alistair was flagging slightly and he shot a burst of healing to the warrior, the bright green light making the man he was fighting look so fresh and alive, and he was sad that he'd likely have to kill him.

But while he had been slightly distracted, the assassin had gotten in close, sidestepping Asseya's clawstrike and finally getting a solid hit in.

And stepping right into a Glyph of Paralysis.

They stared at each other, faces close enough to share breath; the assassin's dagger buried in Renlin’s shoulder, Renlin’s magic holding him paralyzed. He grinned, "Gotcha. Now let's take a nap why don't we?" and set the assassin to Sleep.

The coyote was handled in a similar manner, and he turned to discover that the rest of his companions had slain the various other combatants.

They'd tied the man and daemon up, and after a brief interrogation that only slightly felt more like flirting, he recruited this 'Zevran' and his daemon to their merry little band of cast-offs, with only mild complaining from his companions.

Renlin reached down to pull Zevran up, after untying his suspiciously already-loosened bonds.

"I give you my oath, until such a time you would no longer have me. We are yours, this we swear."

Renlin’s hand was still in Zevran's, and he smirked upon releasing it. "Welcome aboard Zevran, I'm pleased to have you."

"And I am sure I will be pleased to be had, Warden."

#zevwarden week 2022 #mzevwarden #zevran x surana #renlin surana #daemon au #fic #my writing #zevwarden

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ohbluejay · 2 years

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𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 — 9:03PM 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 — foyer, initially. 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — @wardeniii

We reminisce. The words fade out and Mateo’s gaze moves from Eun-ha to one of the worries in the room. Warden Stagg the third, fourth, second — he doesn’t quite care, even if he definetely knows. ( It’s third. Like him, in this merry band of corvids. That’s where the similarities end, though — Warden Stag III and Mateo R. Young are nothing alike, thank you very much. ) He stares at him for a second, then reaches forward. The distance between them is short, no thanks to the other’s previous approach and so Mateo can easily place a fierce hand on his shoulder. Non-negotiable.

He leads, as he’s supposed to, to a hallway off the side. Where it might lead to — well, that’s a question for a later moment. His fingers retract once they’re there, but his gaze remains. “Do I really need to say it?” The question is posed the way his father might have: with premature exasperation, with plenty of unsaid judgement. Come on now.

But he had seen the way Stagg had moved forward, knew the way certain grudges could fester. The thing about his own was that there was no confronting them — he’d carved that possibility from his life when he’d left his hometown behind, a magnolia dying on his empty grave. But while he regards his own grudges with a certain understanding, he has little patience for Stagg’s. ( Life has little certainties, but here’s one: Mateo might do just about anything for Kasimir Frei. )

“Can you roll back your shoulders and chill?” A simple request — one that hides more behind it, of course. A request is never just a request, especially not when watched, especially not among those like them.

#'they are nothing alike' me vc are u . sure about that .#thread.#warden.#warden: 001.#act 1: scene 1.

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A glimpse of my Mahariel brothers over the years

Feyvin was born in Wintermarch in 9:07. He's 23 at the beginning of the Fifth Blight. He's cocky, brash and impulsive, and overally confident - he enjoys a good prank and a good hearty meal. He has a lot of character development during the course of the Blight.

Throughout the Blight he learns to take things more seriously, and learns a fair amount about being a leader. However, as Hero of Fereldan at 24 and both Warden-Commander and Arl of Amaranthine at 25, Fey is in way over his head. He's too young to lead at that scale and does best as a soldier dealing with damage control. He leans heavily on his advisers to run Amaranthine, and struggles with the level of responsibility he has on his shoulders.

He remains as Warden-Commander out of love and loyalty to his Wardens, but in time he leaves for Antiva to join Zevran.

Taeven was born in Firstfall in 9:01, making him 30 at the beginning of the Fifth Blight.

As Fey's older brother, he took on the role of protector, mentor and guide to not only him, but many of the other young children of the clan. He grew to be a respected member of Clan Sabrae, tutoring the children in all skills from storytelling to hunting to mending of aravels. As his younger brother's only father figure, he felt personally responsible for the fate of Fey's and Tamlen's Blight sickness.

Despite the Keeper's protests and his own pull to remain with his clan and fulfill his duties, he begs to follow Fey and Duncan to Ostagar to keep him safe. The Keeper relents and Duncan asks him to join the Wardens, but he refuses. His task is to protect his brother until he no longer needs his protection, then return to his people. Duncan doesn't push the issue.

During the Blight, Tae has the privilege of watching his little brother's journey from a young hunter to a Commander of the Grey, and he couldn't be more proud of him. Their entire journey he was focussed on Fey, but finds a family among their merry band of idiots. Especially Leliana. Though the two flirted back and forth quite often during their travels, he was emotionally unavailable as his first concern was his brother (making him even more irresistable to Leli - he also wasn't too harsh on the eyes to Morrigan)

After Fey is named Commander, Tae feels it's time to let his brother spread his wings. He agrees to travel with Leliana for a time, and he allows a romance to blosom between them. When Leliana is called by the Divine, Tae lets her go and returns to his clan in Kirkwall.

With Tae's presence and level-headed counsel, the Keeper isn't entirely so harsh about Merrill and the mirror, which means Pol doesn't die and Merrill doesn't try too drastic measures to restore it. The Keeper still dies from the demon, however the clan blames her misguided attempt to help rather than Merrill's ambition, believeing the Keeper became corrupted and paranoid with the demon so close for years and chalk it up to a great tragedy rather than being Merrill's fault.

With no mages left in the clan, Tae steps up to take the position as Keeper and immediately moves the clan away from Kirkwall before the events of the Chantry blowing up. They seek the refuge of Nevarra and eventually make a strong alliance with Clan Lavellan.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #my oc #da2 #feyvin mahariel #taeven mahariel #warden mahariel

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fade-and-loathing-in-thedas · 1 year

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By popular demand here are the Merry Band of Wardens using this picrew lol and much love to @merrybandofmurderers for the tag!

From left to right (top to bottom) we have:

Declan Aeducan (my boy likes showing off his assets)

Amos Brosca (who is very done with Declan's shit)

Eden Amell (looking flirty and fabulous)

Adelene Surana (looking very much annoyed)

Assana Mahariel (being her calm and sensible self)

Viera Tabris (the baby!)

Connor Cousland (being my fav sad boi lol)

#merry band of wardens #declan aeducan #amos brosca #eden amell #adelene surana #assana mahariel #viera tabris #connor cousland #picrew #tag game

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timelesstimesgoneby · 2 years

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EPISODE SEASON 1 DISC 1 S01E01 "THE NEW HOUSEKEEPER" S01E02 "THE MANHUNT" S01E03 "THE GUITAR PLAYER" S01E04 "ELLIE COMES TO TOWN" S01E05 "IRRESISTIBLE ANDY" S01E06 "RUNAWAY KID" S01E07 "ANDY THE MATCHMAKER" S01E08 "OPIE'S CHARITY" DISC 2 S01E09 "A FEUD IS A FEUD" S01E10 "ELLIE FOR COUNCIL" S01E11 "THE CHRISTMAS STORY" S01E12 "STRANGER IN TOWN" S01E13 "MAYBERRY GOES HOLLYWOOD" S01E14 "THE HORSE TRADER" S01E15 "THOSE GOSSIPIN' MEN" S01E16 "THE BEAUTY CONTEST" DISC 3 S01E17 "ALCOHOL AND OLD LACE" S01E18 "ANDY THE MARRIAGE COUNSELOR" S01E19 "MAYBERRY ON RECORD" S01E20 "ANDY SAVES BARNEY'S MORALE" S01E21 "ANDY AND THE GENTLEMAN CROOK" S01E22 "CYRANO ANDY" S01E23 "ANDY AND OPIE, HOUSEKEEPERS" S01E24 "THE NEW DOCTOR" DISC 4 S01E25 "A PLAQUE FOR MAYBERRY" S01E26 "THE INSPECTOR" S01E27 "ELLIE SAVES A FEMALE" S01E28 "ANDY FORECLOSES" S01E29 "QUIET SAM" S01E30 "BARNEY GETS HIS MAN" S01E31 "THE GUITAR PLAYER RETURNS" S01E32 "BRINGING UP OPIE" SEASON 2 DISC 1 S02E01 "OPIE AND THE BULLY" S02E02 "BARNEY'S REPLACEMENT" S02E03 "ANDY AND THE WOMAN SPEEDER" S02E04 "MAYBERRY GOES BANKRUPT" S02E05 "BARNEY ON THE REBOUND" S02E06 "OPIE'S HOBO FRIEND" S02E07 "CRIME-FREE MAYBERRY" DISC 2 S02E08 "THE PERFECT FEMALE" S02E09 "AUNT BEE'S BRIEF ENCOUNTER" S02E10 "THE CLUBMEN" S02E11 "THE PICKLE STORY" S02E12 "SHERIFF BARNEY" S02E13 "THE FARMER TAKES A WIFE" DISC 3 S02E14 "THE KEEPER OF THE FLAME" S02E15 "BAILEY'S BAD BOY" S02E16 "THE MANICURIST" S02E17 "THE JINX" S02E18 "JAILBREAK" S02E19 "A MEDAL FOR OPIE" DISC 4 S02E20 "BARNEY AND THE CHOIR" S02E21 "GUEST OF HONOR" S02E22 "THE MERCHANT OF MAYBERRY" S02E23 "AUNT BEE THE WARDEN" S02E24 "THE COUNTY NURSE" S02E25 "ANDY AND BARNEY IN THE BIG CITY" DISC 5 S02E26 "WEDDING BELLS FOR AUNT BEE" S02E27 "THREE'S A CROWD" S02E28 "THE BOOKIE BARBER" S02E29 "ANDY ON TRIAL" S02E30 "COUSIN VIRGIL" S02E31 "DEPUTY OTIS" SEASON 3 DISC 1 S03E01 "MR. MCBEEVEE" S03E02 ANDY'S RICH GIRLFRIEND S03E03 "ANDY AND THE NEW MAYOR" S03E04 "ANDY AND OPIE – BACHELORS" S03E05 "THE COW THIEF" S03E06 "BARNEY MENDS A BROKEN HEART" S03E07 "LAWMAN BARNEY" DISC 2 S03E08 "THE MAYBERRY BAND" S03E09 "FLOYD, THE GAY DECEIVER" S03E10 "OPIE'S RIVAL" S03E11 "CONVICTS AT LARGE" S03E12 "THE BED JACKET" S03E13 "THE BANK JOB" S03E14 "ONE-PUNCH OPIE" DISC 3 S03E15 "BARNEY AND THE GOVERNOR" S03E16 "MAN IN A HURRY" S03E17 "HIGH NOON IN MAYBERRY" S03E18 "THE LOADED GOAT" S03E19 "CLASS REUNION" S03E20 "RAFE HOLLISTER SINGS" DISC 4 S03E21 "OPIE AND THE SPOILED KID" S03E22 "THE GREAT FILLING STATION ROBBERY" S03E23 "ANDY DISCOVERS AMERICA" S03E24 "AUNT BEE'S MEDICINE MAN" S03E25 "THE DARLINGS ARE COMING" S03E26 "ANDY'S ENGLISH VALET" DISC 5 S03E27 "BARNEY'S FIRST CAR" S03E28 "THE RIVALS" S03E29 "A WIFE FOR ANDY" S03E30 "DOGS, DOGS, DOGS" S03E31 "MOUNTAIN WEDDING" S03E32 "THE BIG HOUSE" SEASON 4 DISC 1 S04E01 "OPIE THE BIRDMAN" S04E02 "THE HAUNTED HOUSE" S04E03 "ERNEST T. BASS JOINS THE ARMY" S04E04 "THE SERMON FOR TODAY" S04E05 "BRISCOE DECLARES FOR AUNT BEE" S04E06 "GOMER THE HOUSE GUEST" S04E07 "A BLACK DAY FOR MAYBERRY" DISC 2 S04E08 "OPIE'S ILL-GOTTEN GAIN" S04E09 "UP IN BARNEY'S ROOM" S04E10 "A DATE FOR GOMER" S04E11 "CITIZEN'S ARREST" S04E12 "OPIE AND HIS MERRY MEN" S04E13 "BARNEY AND THE CAVE RESCUE" S04E14 "ANDY AND OPIE'S PAL" DISC 3 S04E15 "AUNT BEE THE CRUSADER" S04E16 "BARNEY'S SIDECAR" S04E17 "MY FAIR ERNEST T. BASS" S04E18 "PRISONER OF LOVE" S04E19 "HOT ROD OTIS" S04E20 "THE SONG FESTERS" DISC 4 S04E21 "THE SHOPLIFTERS" S04E22 "ANDY'S VACATION" S04E23 "ANDY SAVES GOMER" S04E24 "BARGAIN DAY" S04E25 "DIVORCE, MOUNTAIN STYLE" S04E26 "A DEAL IS A DEAL" DISC 5 S04E27 "FUN GIRLS" S04E28 "THE RETURN OF MALCOLM MERRIWEATHER" S04E29 "THE RUMOR" S04E30 "BARNEY AND THELMA LOU, PHFFTT" S04E31 "BACK TO NATURE" S04E32 "GOMER PYLE, U.S.M.C." SEASON 5 DISC 1 S05E01 "OPIE LOVES HELEN" S05E02 "BARNEY'S PHYSICAL" S05E03 "FAMILY VISIT" S05E04 "THE EDUCATION OF ERNEST T. BASS" S05E05 "AUNT BEE'S ROMANCE" S05E06 "BARNEY'S BLOODHOUND" S05E07 "MAN IN THE MIDDLE" DISC 2 S05E08 "BARNEY'S UNIFORM" S05E09 "OPIE'S FORTUNE" S05E10 "GOODBYE, SHERIFF TAYLOR" S05E11 "THE PAGEANT" S05E12 "THE DARLING BABY" S05E13 "ANDY AND HELEN HAVE THEIR DAY" S05E14 "THREE WISHES FOR OPIE" DISC 3 S05E15 "OTIS SUES THE COUNTY" S05E16 "BARNEY FIFE, REALTOR" S05E17 "GOOBER TAKES A CAR APART" S05E18 "THE REHABILITATION OF OTIS" S05E19 "THE LUCKY LETTER" S05E20 "GOOBER AND THE ART OF LOVE" DISC 4 S05E21 "BARNEY RUNS FOR SHERIFF" S05E22 "IF I HAD A QUARTER-MILLION" S05E23 "TV OR NOT TV" S05E24 "GUEST IN THE HOUSE" S05E25 "THE CASE OF THE PUNCH IN THE NOSE" S05E26 "OPIE'S NEWSPAPER" DISC 5 S05E27 "AUNT BEE'S INVISIBLE BEAU" S05E28 "THE ARREST OF THE FUN GIRLS" S05E29 "THE LUCK OF NEWTON MONROE" S05E30 "OPIE FLUNKS ARITHMETIC" S05E31 "OPIE AND THE CARNIVAL" S05E32 "BANJO-PLAYING DEPUTY" SEASON 6 DISC 1 S06E01 "OPIE'S JOB" S06E02 "ANDY'S RIVAL" S06E03 "MALCOLM AT THE CROSSROADS" S06E04 "AUNT BEE, THE SWINGER" S06E05 "THE BAZAAR" S06E06 "A WARNING FROM WARREN" DISC 2 S06E07 "OFF TO HOLLYWOOD" S06E08 "TAYLORS IN HOLLYWOOD" S06E09 "THE HOLLYWOOD PARTY" S06E10 "AUNT BEE ON TV" S06E11 "THE CANNON" S06E12 "A MAN'S BEST FRIEND" DISC 3 S06E13 "AUNT BEE TAKES A JOB" S06E14 "THE CHURCH ORGAN" S06E15 "GIRL-SHY" S06E16 "OTIS THE ARTIST" S06E17 "THE RETURN OF BARNEY FIFE" S06E18 "THE LEGEND OF BARNEY FIFE" DISC 4 S06E19 "LOST AND FOUND" S06E20 "WYATT EARP RIDES AGAIN" S06E21 "AUNT BEE LEARNS TO DRIVE" S06E22 "LOOK PAW, I'M DANCING" S06E23 "THE GYPSIES" S06E24 "EAT YOUR HEART OUT" DISC 5 S06E25 "A BABY IN THE HOUSE" S06E26 "THE COUNTY CLERK" S06E27 "THE FOSTER LADY" S06E28 "GOOBER'S REPLACEMENT" S06E29 "THE BATTLE OF MAYBERRY" S06E30 "A SINGER IN TOWN" SEASON 7 DISC 1 S07E01 "OPIE'S GIRLFRIEND" S07E02 "THE LODGE" S07E03 "THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET" S07E04 "THE BALL GAME" S07E05 "AUNT BEE'S CROWNING GLORY" S07E06 "THE DARLING FORTUNE" DISC 2 S07E07 "MIND OVER MATTER" S07E08 "POLITICS BEGIN AT HOME" S07E09 "THE SENIOR PLAY" S07E10 "OPIE FINDS A BABY" S07E11 "BIG FISH IN A SMALL TOWN" S07E12 "ONLY A ROSE" DISC 3 S07E13 "OTIS THE DEPUTY" S07E14 "GOOBER MAKES HISTORY" S07E15 "A NEW DOCTOR IN TOWN" S07E16 "DON'T MISS A GOOD BET" S07E17 "DINNER AT EIGHT" S07E18 "A VISIT TO BARNEY FIFE" DISC 4 S07E19 "BARNEY COMES TO MAYBERRY" S07E20 "ANDY'S OLD GIRLFRIEND" S07E21 "AUNT BEE'S RESTAURANT" S07E22 "FLOYD'S BARBERSHOP" S07E23 "THE STATUE" S07E24 "HELEN, THE AUTHORESS" DISC 5 S07E25 "GOODBYE DOLLY" S07E26 "OPIE'S PIANO LESSON" S07E27 "HOWARD, THE COMEDIAN" S07E28 "BIG BROTHER" S07E29 "OPIE'S MOST UNFORGETTABLE CHARACTER" S07E30 "GOOBER'S CONTEST" SEASON 8 DISC 1 S08E01 "OPIE'S FIRST LOVE" S08E02 "HOWARD THE BOWLER" S08E03 "A TRIP TO MEXICO" S08E04 "ANDY'S TRIP TO RALEIGH" S08E05 "OPIE STEPS UP IN CLASS" S08E06 "HOWARD'S MAIN EVENT" DISC 2 S08E07 "AUNT BEE THE JUROR" S08E08 "THE TAPE RECORDER" S08E09 "OPIE'S GROUP" S08E10 "AUNT BEE AND THE LECTURER" S08E11 "ANDY'S INVESTMENT" S08E12 "HOWARD AND MILLIE" DISC 3 S08E13 "AUNT BEE'S COUSIN" S08E14 "SUPPOSE ANDY GETS SICK" S08E15 "HOWARD'S NEW LIFE" S08E16 "GOOBER THE EXECUTIVE" S08E17 "THE MAYBERRY CHEF" S08E18 "EMMETT'S BROTHER-IN-LAW" DISC 4 S08E19 "OPIE'S DRUGSTORE JOB" S08E20 "THE CHURCH BENEFACTORS" S08E21 "BARNEY HOSTS A SUMMIT MEETING" S08E22 "GOOBER GOES TO AN AUTO SHOW" S08E23 "AUNT BEE'S BIG MOMENT" S08E24 "HELEN'S PAST" DISC 5 S08E25 "EMMETT'S ANNIVERSARY" S08E26 "THE WEDDING" S08E27 "SAM FOR TOWN COUNCIL" S08E28 "OPIE AND MIKE" S08E29 "A GIRL FOR GOOBER" S08E30 "MAYBERRY R.F.D."

#tv series episode #episode #episode guide #tv series #complete series #dvd #andy griffith show

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whenseptemberplays · 3 years

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sharing my bethany video edit

the emotional roller coaster i was on while working on this lmao but i’ve wanted to make a somewhat melancholic edit of her for a long time and it was cathartic

audio: externvs on soundcloud (good grief by bastille)

#i know hawke also suffers so much #but if bethany's still alive by the end she really has been through hell and back #bethany hawke #dragon age 2 #also bowl cut bethany is SO ADORABLE #rogue hawke #warrior hawke #marian hawke #hawke siblings #hawke twins #kirkwall crew #da2 gang #merry band of misfits #circle bethany #warden bethany #inquisitor bethany #char: sunshine #char: sweetness

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lyeff-zefyrr-andronicus · 5 years

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DA4

I want to see Fenris in DA4 because I mean who doesn’t?? (Besides those few sick fucks who don’t like him and gave him back to Danarius. You sick bastards) but it would be great to see him in the new designs(?) cause DA2 elves(and alistair) were hideous( not entirely I just really didn’t like Zevran’s change) and I want to see my warden as well(my main wasn’t an elf but I do have one of every origin) I want to see hawke and Fenris together and Zevran and my warden... I also want all my friends back.

Because I mean I disbanded the inquisition so we wouldn’t risk corruption and who’s more trustworthy than the warden and his companions and hawke and his “merry band of misfits”(not sure I wanna count Anders tho he did what he thought had to but he didn’t tell me so...) man the scolding my warden would probably give him🤧

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hqamore · 3 years

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boreal star ✵ chapter six

now, he’s pissed off. general kirigan was going to get his sun summoner and blast all of ravka to hell. he was so close to reaching his goals and no one was going to stop him.

chapter genre: action

series pairing: [past?] aleksander morozova (general kirigan) x reader

word count: 2.2k

author’s babble: surprise! so soon? i know. i cranked this chapter because i finally decided how this series would end. enjoy and tell me your thoughts!

here’s the masterlist

three days, you and mal agreed on. you procrastinated for the first two. well, not really procrastinated. you purchased some food and extra layers in balakirev the first day. the second day, you made your way to ryevost. to your misfortune, you were almost caught by aleksander and his merry band of misfits. but, his attention was stolen by teenagers? it was certainly entertaining to see the grisha get outwitted by the bunch.

you waited until you couldn’t detect them anymore. swiftly and careful to hide your face, you made your way to tsibeya on the third day. by high noon, the white forest greeted you with light snowfall. about 5km in, two huddled teens came into view. the crisp sounds of your steps alerted them, their eyes darting to you.

“[y/n]?” alina stepped in front of mal in a defensive position, light drawn at the ready. you surrendered your hands as mal lightly pushed away hers.

“alina, i told you they were coming,” he said.

with some reluctance, the sun summoner lowered her hands and eyed her. “why would baghra send you? you arrived at the palace the same time as i did.”

you smiled, ignoring her question, and strode past them, only pausing for them to follow. mal slung his sack over his shoulder and gave alina’s hand a light squeeze before jogging ahead of you. “i’ll look out for the stag. but, it’d be better for all of us if you answered her questions,” he whispered. “she’s naturally curious and very stubborn.”

you sighed and slowed your pace, matching your strides with alina’s. “baghra and i have a mutual understanding, one that precedes the importance of the second army,” you said.

alina glanced at you warily. “which is?”

“the black heretic cannot gain any more power.”

her lips pursed. “but, you arrived at the same time i did,” she quipped, “and i still can’t do much.”

you offered a dry chuckle. “i guess i picked it up that much faster.”

silence fell between you two, the crunching snow and distance chirps of birds filling the air. you took this opportunity to take in alina’s appearance. she wore ill-fitted clothing that couldn’t have been providing any warmth. her profile was worn, sunken eyes accompanied by an angry blush from the cool temperature. you shrugged your coat off, leaving you in your kefta, and draped it over her shoulders. she looked at you in surprise which made you smile softly.

with this small bridge, you spoke. “it must’ve been difficult escaping the palace without help.”

alina sheepishly smiled as she tugged the coat on, shuddering in the extra warmth. “not really. i just snuck into the trunk of a carriage and waited until it stopped.”

“you snuck into a stranger’s carriage?” you raised in an eyebrow, mirth evident in your eyes.

“not my best idea, but i’m safe now!”

you laughed at her embarrassed look, causing mal to look back. you saw as his lips quirked when his eyes met alina’s blushing face. warmth spread in your heart as you witnessed his loving gaze, almost feeling as if you were intruding on a secret conversation. you peered at alina who just returned mal’s stare with a blinding smile native only to one alina starkov. you envied their relationship, wordlessly intimate and completely trusting. sadness stirred at the bottom of your heart, memories of hushed giggles and longing gazes bubbling.

all lies, it was.

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the sun was setting and, luckily, the three of you had already arrived where mal had last seen the stag. mal said he doubted that the stag moved on, leaving you guys to wait around.

brushing some snow off of a log, you sat and hugged your knees closer to conserve some warmth. alina and mal joined you, leaning into each other to share their body heat.

“when we find the stag, i need to be the one to kill it,” alina grimly stated.

mal looked down at her. “you’re a terrible shot. they made you a cartographer for a reason.”

you snickered as alina feigned offense and mal grinned unapologetically. “besides, i thought we weren’t killing it,” the tracker said, glancing at you. alina’s forehead scrunched in confusion when she turned to you.

a puff of fog appeared as you let out a sigh. “we’re not. unless absolutely necessary.”

“if we don’t, kiri—”

“i have a plan, alina,” you interrupted. “all we need to do is guide the stag away. with a combination of your abilities and mine, it’ll be fairly easy.”

“that won’t stop him from finding it,” alina protested.

you gently placed a hand on alina’s head. “that’s why, once we get it out of fjerdan territory, i’m taking it to the wandering isle. the distance will prevent aleksander from coming for it personally and give me more time to work out a permanent solution.”

she stayed silent for a moment, mulling over your plan, before she frowned. “aleksander.”

your head tilted questioningly when her body faced you, a serious look on her face. “how do you know his name?” she asked.

sucking in a deep breath, you realized you had relaxed too soon. her sharp eyes trained on you as you rubbed your face. mal remained confused, leaning forward to observe the two of you.

“it’s difficult not to know the name of your warden,” you replied.

“warden?”

you debated whether or not to tell alina the complete truth, but you threw caution into the wind and exhaled. “my arrival at the palace was not the first time i had been there. some time ago, i actually called that place home. but, one day, i woke up from the false reality and escaped from the place that was, retrospectively, my prison.”

too intelligent, alina connected the dots in record time. “you’re the lover the servants talked about,” she said breathily. “the person baghra thought would change him.”

a bitter smile danced on your lips. “i’m not sure if he loved me as i did him, but i would’ve hung the stars if he asked me to.”

alina clasped your hand in hers, offering a weak smile. you returned it before continuing. “i met him about four-hundred years ago, when he was hiding from the crown. i was young and enchanted. i believed in everything he wanted for grisha and became his willing accomplice.

“when he returned to the palace, i followed. when he locked me in my room, i complied. as naive as i was, i was in love,” you paused to glance at the pair in front of you, reminded of their small moments that paralleled your memories.

“i was in love...” you trailed, staring at your lap as your chest panged dully. you shook yourself out of your daze and cleared your throat. “no matter, i saw him for the crazed tyrant he was and, when i found out you had been discovered, i returned to thwart his plans.”

faint rustling drew mal’s attention away, the tracker slowly stepping towards the source. alina’s eyes followed him as did yours. after a few seconds, he turned. “that way.”

like meerkats, you and alina shot up and crept beside mal. his eyes darted around the clearing you were approaching and, there in all its glory, was the stag. the three of you stopped at a safe distance when it turned to look in your direction.

you started laying out the plan. “okay. alina, you need to—”

“wait,” alina said, stepping forward, with her eyes trained on the stag. “i— i’ve been seeing it in these visions ever since i arrived at the palace. i don’t know why, but i think it’s been trying to reach out to me.”

then, the stag walked towards alina who took several more steps. she gingerly reached her hand out and the stag met her with its snout. light erupted from them and alina let out soft laughs, basking in the warmth of the light. you softly gasped at the sight. it chose—

suddenly, an arrow shot the stag, causing it to lurch away from alina in pain. she tumbled backwards as people rushed in from all sides. mal raised his gun and shot at the bowman, knocking him down. he swiftly notched an arrow in his bow, prepared to shoot the stag, when a strong wind forced it out of his hand. you turned and was faced with a familiar-looking squaller. you loosened gravity’s hold on her and forced her to float. when you were about to fling her away, a grunt sounded behind you.

“mal!”

your focus disappeared; you pivoted to see mal embedded with an arrow, effectively dropping zoya and incapacitating her. you went to help him when an intense pressure hit your chest, your heart beating erratically. it forced you onto your knees next to mal. your heart was pounding in your ear before it stopped.

bright flashes threw off the heartrender and bowman. you greedily breathed in air as alina darted to mal. you could hear the snap of the arrow followed by mal’s agonizing scream. glancing up, your vision slightly blurred, you saw shadows gathering behind you. at the sound of a billowing cloak, you rushed to create a gravitational downforce around you, not allowing anyone to move. you slowly stood up, facing aleksander with a glare.

he let out a haughty laugh. “i should’ve known you would be with her.”

“alina, i need you to get to the stag,” you commanded.

“but, mal! he’s— he’s dying!”

you glanced behind you to see her applying pressure on his wounds. thoughts raced in your mind before settling on one solution. “i promise you he won’t so long as you follow my instructions.”

desperation evident in her eyes, alina could only nod.

“get to the stag and shield us on my count.”

you inhaled deeply. “3, 2, 1!”

alina ran for the stag and created a barrier. you dove under it before it separated you from the others. outside of it, aleksander found himself free to move. creeping closer, he called out. “you can’t save them, alina. you may have the power of light but not the power to heal.”

alina’s resolve wavered as her eyes flicker to mal. “don’t listen to him, alina! i promised you, didn’t i?” you reassured.

alina bit her lip as she kept up the barrier. you made mal float and pulled him closer to the stag. you gently set him down and reached for the stag. it groaned and flailed in protest.

“i know i’m not your chosen, but please. i must heal him and then i can heal you,” you whispered.

the stag quieted and allowed you to touch it. with one hand on the stag, you hovered the other near mal’s wound.

“i’m sorry, mal, but this is gonna hurt like hell.”

you manipulated time on his body. blood slowly returned to the wound whilst the arrow pieced itself together, ripping itself out of him afterwards. mal let out a painful howl before the wound stitches itself back together, like no arrow had been there in the first place. as he recovered, you quickly moved around to the other side of the stag.

“i see you’ve been busy,” aleksander said sharply.

rage gathered in the pit of your stomach when you shot a glare at aleksander. “and you’ve been a complete fool. after all this time, you still can’t get it through your thick skull that morozova’s amplifiers have to choose you,” you spat.

you returned your attention to the stag’s wound. you murmured an apology before you worked on it. it whined through the pain but stilled once you finished. your hands trembled as you shakily pushed yourself off the ground. the stag stirred and stood on its legs, causing alina to follow in suit. you ran your hand through its fur and whispered. “just once more, friend.”

as if it reads your mind, it knelt before alina. you looked at her, mal now standing beside her.

“you two, get on.”

alina gave you a bewildered look. you returned it with a pleading one. without protest, she and mal both mounted the stag. then, it rose, looking towards you. you leaned your forehead against its snout. “take them far from here.”

you stepped to the side and took alina’s hand. “now, i only have so much energy left to keep them here. so, ride fast.”

“what? you’re not coming with us?” alina’s jaw dropped.

you offered her a melancholic smile. “please, if i have to witness anymore of your loving gazes, i’ll become a bitter spinster,” you teased before growing serious. “alina, keep the shield up until you’ve left fjerdan territory. only make it as big as it has to be. mal, you’re going to have to make sure she doesn’t fall off.”

you let go of her hand and gave mal a nod. inching away from them, you approached the center of the field, barely covered by alina’s light. you glanced back and jerked your head, signaling them to leave. you immobilized aleksander and his men once more, allowing alina and mal to slip through and disappear into the winter night. despite your raging headache, you kept your focus until you couldn’t see the light. you collapsed, the snow cushioning your fall. your vision blurred as you heard footsteps approach you.

“we’ll find them eventually.”

you squinted at your former lover. “no, i don’t think you will, aleks.”

aleksander crouched down and whispered in your ear. “i should kill you where you lay.”

“be my guest. you are well within your rights, general kirigan,” you taunted.

he sneered. “out of respect for our past, i won’t. but, you will be my prisoner.”

“what’s new?” you asked before promptly passing out.

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author’s babble pt.2: ohoho! can you believe they did that? now, you may be wondering why [y/n] is able to manipulate time. it has to do with spacetime being 4 dimensional and the complexity that comes with the concept of gravity. a bit wibbly wobbly timey wimey (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

continue to chapter seven? yes

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