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teecupangel · 2 months

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sooo Desmond is an Irish name, so fae Desmond?? 👀 haven’t been able to get to my laptop to search your blog if you've already done this idea, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway!

am a big fan of Weird fae, like when you look at them you think they should be human but something about them is so obviously not. uncanny valley with a side of fight-flight-or-freeze instincts kicking in just from being around them.

is this something something that comes from his parents? is it all Isu bullshit? is it something he changes into or is he born with it?? on that vein, what if he was a changeling child? lots of ways of incorporating the Isu and the calculations into that for sure

(am one of the anons who keeps coming back for renaissance baker Desmond, so thank you very much for answering those asks, and also for just being a rad individual in general. am still catching up on Eagle of Alamut, I think I’m around chapter 30, and absolutely LOVE what you've already done with it and where you’re taking it. my sib assures me Altaïr makes his appearance soon, and I'm GREATLY looking forward to it.

thanks again, I hope you're well 🧡) —bread anon

(Thank you! I try my best hahahaha. I am so sorry for being slow on asks and replies TTATT

I hope you’re enjoying the rest of Eagle of Alamut… especially Altaïr’s appearance hehehe)

Desmond Miles always knew he was different.

The other kids call him ‘ugly’ and they don’t like to play with him.

He had cried in his mother’s arms and told her what happened and she just… she looked somber.

She patted his head and held him close, comforted him with soft words and a warm hug.

Never once did she say anything about his face.

He was a little bit older when he realized why they think he was ugly.

There were no mirrors in their home.

Or even in the training building he spent most of his childhood in.

But there was a hand mirror in the infirmary.

Desmond never had a reason to go there. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up by being faster than anyone on the Farm.

He had went to the infirmary to take the first aid kit. One of the other kids had a painful gash on his arm. It wasn’t life-threatening but it needed to be cleaned and disinfected.

Desmond had been ordered to get the first aid.

He supposed it was because he had been the reason the boy had hurt himself, trying to run away from him like he was being chased by demons during a ‘game’ of tag.

They always run like they were scared for their lives when Desmond was ‘it’.

The doctor wasn’t inside so Desmond went towards the cupboard that would have the small boxes of first aids stacked on the bottom shelf.

He stopped when he noticed the hand mirror.

And saw his reflection for the first time.

Desmond Miles was not ugly.

But there was something in his features that made him seemed… strange.

It wasn’t anything that can be physically described about his facial structure.

He looked human but there was something in the human brain that just made it scream ‘danger’.

Desmond couldn’t explain it.

But he could see it.

He didn’t bring the first aid back to training.

He went home.

His mother was cooking something.

“What am I, mama?”

She didn’t seemed surprised by the question. She looked resigned.

She looked like she had been waiting for the day he would ask the very same question.

She led him to the dining room, letting whatever was on the stove continue to simmer in low heat.

“You’re my son, my dear little fairy.”

She didn’t held the same unnatural feel as he felt when he looked at his reflection.

But it didn’t sound like a lie.

Her hands trembled as she caressed his cheeks.

Her smile was genuine as she whispered, “You will always be my baby.”

But he could hear it.

The fear in the voice.

Whatever he was…

He was affecting her too.

Yet she didn’t try to run.

So he hugged her, pressing his face against her stomach.

Her trembling stopped and she held him like she was afraid he was going to disappear from her grasps.

She didn’t fear him if she didn’t see his face.

Whatever he was…

It was the face that scared all of them.

Once upon a time, a young woman married a young man by the orders of her father. The man loved her but she did not. No matter what she did, she could not. She tried to be the best wife she could be.

She did not love him but she bore him a son. A weak little thing, more fragile than glass and smaller than any other child in their little commune.

She loved her child more than anything in the world.

But the world did not.

The child died during one cold winter night while her husband had been away.

In her grief, she took the cold body of her dead child and ran towards the forest, as silent as she was taught by her own father.

She came across a circle of mushrooms.

And heard the whispers of the fairy queen when she stood in the circle of it.

The fairy queen will save her child.

But he will become one of them.

“Yes! I agree! Please, save him!” The mother begged on her knees.

The fairy queen did not do it out of the goodness of her heart.

She was one of three rulers of their little fairy kingdom, long destroyed by the wrath of the sun.

She was nothing more than a ghost, traveling to the far future.

The mother gave the corpse to the ghost.

And the ghost gave it new life.

The mother thanked her as she held the warm body of her son.

And the ghost disappeared.

The mushroom circle melted like metal.

And mother and child returned to their home.

Centuries ago, Minerva saw a future which the Assassins and Templars waste years fighting each other instead of finding a way to save the world.

She saw a future where Desmond Miles would die to save the world in their stead.

So she made a different choice.

There was no one to stop her.

Tinia had long given up, waiting for the end as he drinks and drinks and drinks.

Juno remains imprisoned in the Grand Temple.

She was the only one left.

She changed the trajectory of the Calculations to one where Desmond Miles died as a weak human baby.

She created a device and had it transported to where his mother would walk into in her grief, her mind weakened to the point of thinking of falling off the cliff nearby with her dead son in her arms.

It was a device she had created using Consus’ research.

Consus’ research cannot bring back the dead.

But with Minerva’s modification…

It could clone the dead.

But she didn’t clone the weak human baby that would die centuries from now.

She created a child made of Desmond Miles’ DNA from that tragic future.

And added her own DNA to reinforce his body and mind.

A new future the Calculations could not predict.

A new future where Desmond Miles is both human and not.

Minerva did not know if this would be a better future.

Still…

She does not regret it.

At the very least, before she died…

She was able to save someone.

#fae desmond #ngl #considering how i like to write desmond using fae lies to lie #i was tempted for this to be an actual fae desmond meeting an ac character #who stepped into a mushroom circle #instead you get this…#uuhh #i tried to make it seemed like a dark fairytale at the middle #idk #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #minerva

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rexscanonwife · 2 months

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Mama Scout loves her babies! 🥺🫶💖

Taglist♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @mavlotov @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @drjohndisco

#artfarts #self insert #self ship #familial self ship #familial f/o #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 scouts ma #⚾️ strike out siblings ⚾️#hehe i was feeling some love so i wanted to draw all of us!! 👉👈💖💖💖#like bro...i wanna know what its like to have a good mom ajfkgkg #and i know shes a GREAT one!!#i rly wanted to draw her actually looking old with her crows feet and bingo flaps #and i think she turned out BEAUTIFUL #this woman is still a knockout lol #now to draw kid scout and june >:3

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kinnersonne · 1 year

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My roommate is watching Trollhunters for the first time and I am rehashing ALL the feelings so it’s time for some ~Stricklake Headcanons!~

• Barbara will not hesitate to yank him along by the horns if he’s being a buttsnack

• She also likes to bring up the whole enchantment debacle as her trump card to win arguments or make him do something. Normally she can persuade him with other means, but she’ll resort to that if she has to

• Slit-pupilled eyes means he looks like a big doofus if he looks at her too long because “his eyes get all big, like a little cat’s!” (Barbara’s words)

• “I’m not cute, I’m horrifying!” “Sure, sweetie…”

• Walt is lovely. But living with Stricklander the troll would be like the worst parts of having both a) a cat that hates everyone and b) a big dog that’s Too Dang Old. Scowls and hisses for no other reason than He Can. Sleeps all day and keeps you up at night with possum noises. Refuses to let you touch him until he suddenly decides he wants physical affection, at which point he’ll clamber all 200 rocky pounds of him into your lap and growl until you pet him. Gets VERY whiny when you pay attention to somebody that’s not him, even if he’s been ignoring you all day. 50/50 chance of attacking any given guest, verbally or physically

• Pet names: Mr. Creature, Lakeluster, ‘dearest’ (B) and ‘sweetie’ (S) but only ironically, NOT Babs, only misogynist jerks at the hospital call her that

• Barbara won’t confirm this but Strickler may or may not have tracked down and pulled a hit on James Lake Sr. Barbara denies all knowledge of her ex’s sudden and violent death

• Troll society is matriarchal (yes I know there’s almost no evidence of this in the show it’s a headcanon), so anytime Barbara gets a little girlbossy or shows her Mama Bear it’s actually a major turn-on for him

• I was enamored with the idea of changelings purring, since they’re too small and impure probably to roar like real trolls do (like how cheetahs aren’t actual members of the panthera genus and they make adorable chirping noises). But I came up with something worse:

• It’s not just changelings that purr, but it is only males, and only under arousal. Originally it evolved as a defense mechanism, as a way of soothing their mates and dissuading them from maiming/devouring them in the heat of the moment

Please. Please help me.

#walter strickler #barbara lake #stricklake #trollhunters #headcanon #trollhunters headcanon #stricklake headcanon #when this man walks onscreen I PHYSICALLY pass away #send help #i also haven’t seen any Arcadia spin-offs #or even the movie that exists apparently?#so I hope I’m not clashing with anything I don’t know there #i know our terrible green man shows up again but that’s the extent of my knowledge #tales of arcadia

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codexty · 7 months

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Sebek character analysis kinda

Sebek is such a Changeling kid. In old reccounts they would have obviously Neurodivergent kids labeled as "fae changelings". He probably had a lot of energy as a kid and loved his grandpas war stories a bit too much so Grandpa baul sent him off to lilia. Sebek is the loud, hyperfixating, and missing social cues of neurodivergent too.

Hyperfixation= probably knighthood actually and malleus by extension. Probably was told to be a knight was to live and die for your leige and he does not Get hyperbole.

Loud= probably also a family thing, but Sebek really does not understand why it puts people off. Total lack of volume awareness hence...

Social cues= the most obvious one. My guy drops these left and right cannonically. Even though he literally has a human father and technically is in a position to understand humans more than Silver, he does not Get It. I agree that he probably heard some nasty comments about being half, but I dont think Mama croc would let shit slide. I think Mama croc told him something along the lines that he was fae enough and he took it the complete wrong way. He is fae but also humans are bad according to others.

Probably also doesnt help that any of his interactions with humans have probably been negative. Due to his loud voice and lack of social awareness, which are probably more common traits among fae and in his family (if using our fae myths as a base), he probably got a lot of odd looks from humans and found himself constantly on the outs. Thus bred his current line of thinking.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek

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ashleyfableblack · 1 year

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The Royal Diarch of New Canterlot rested peacefully, Twilight reading in her wife's lap as she sleepily purred her cricket purr.

Chrysalis raised a dozy eyelid at her wife's voice...

Chrysalis shuddered in revulsion at the memory....

The Changeling Queen thought back to that day...

Chrysalis glomped her pony wife close in a protective squeeze.

Twilight giggled in Chrysalis's embrace as The Changeling Queen muttered to herself. Twilight teased her, wiggling her rump against her chitinous lap and singing the old familiar tune.

The lovers were in love.

Well... *Wshew* THAT took a bit of work. I hope y'all enjoy. Share a memory with a loved one and keep feeling that Big Love, Pony Princess, Big Mama Bugorse or whatever ya got. 👭💜💚💜👭

#my art #mlp g4 #mlpfim #mlp friendship is magic #twisalis #queen chrysalis #twilight sparkle #interracial couples #princess cadance #lgbtq #lesbian #mlp au lore #love #humor #eternal courtship #ashleyfableblack #my little pony #friendship is magic #traditional art

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msfcatlover · 10 months

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lunaryugamine: Would you mind talking about the changeling!Jason AU?

Not at all! That’s actually another one which is more of a self-contained story with just a few too many holes for me to fully assemble it (rather than my more expansive “I have a concept. I’ve overthought it. Now what?” AUs.) This one, I think, really is best summarized with the opening hook, and I’ll add the other ideas I have for it below the read more. .

Catherine Todd raised a sweet little boy, with dark curly hair, a bright smile, and eyes that sparkled like sapphires. She had him for four years, before her son ran off the sidewalk at the park, up a path too tiny for any adult to comfortably navigate. Catherine tried to hurry after him, calling out for her boy to be careful, only to be interrupted by a scream that made her blood run cold. She fought through the underbrush, yelling for her son, before arriving at the edge of a steep, dried up riverbed. There was a little boy at the bottom, covered in dirt & leaves, curled in on himself, shaking with quiet sobs.

Catherine scrambled down the embankment, nearly twisting her ankle, frantically asking her son if he was okay. She picked him up, brushing dirt & leaves out of his dark, curly hair and off of his clothes, looking for anywhere he might’ve been hurt. The boy told her he hadn’t been injured, but she fussed anyway, and she knew the fall must have scared him more than he let on by the way the boy clung to her and did not protest when she cut their park time short.

"Never scare me like that again," Catherine told him on the bus. She pulled a leaf out of his hair. "Promise me, Jason, that you’ll never scare me like that again."

He looked up at her as best he could, long dark lashes still tangled with tears, and after a moment’s stuttering breath, the boy whispered, "I promise, mama. I won’t ever scare you that bad, I promise."

"Good," Catherine told him, pressing a kiss into his hair to hopefully ease the edge off her words.

The little boy stared at his knees with eyes like soft grey river stones, bright with tears and hidden in shadows.

Nobody ever noticed the difference.

(From this point out, CW for briefly mentioned bullying & child abuse, because Jason’s home life isn’t exactly better in this AU than it’s usually depicted in canon.)

This AU is different from the Urban Fantasy AU in how I’m handling changelings. In that, Tim was an unwanted fae child traded for a human as part of a deal. In this, changelings are magical constructs, made of whatever was at hand and hidden behind a glamour to pass for human. Changelings are also not meant to last, the magic they run on gradually drying up, making them grow slower, weaker, stiffer, seeming more tired & sickly as time goes on; on average, changelings only last about four months before seeming to die (the glamour will then last until the next new moon), though an especially well-crafted changeling might make it twice that long.

But they are still bound by fae laws.

And Jason made a promise, didn’t he?

(He’d make another right before Catherine died, that he’d grow up big & strong, and never lose his kindness. The last words she ever said to him were, "My little boy’s going to change the world," before she sent him to bed. Only the shell of her was left by dawn.)

(Very specifically, Jason is made of the tangled roots of an upturned tree that lay in the riverbed, reshaped into the form of a boy, with a handful of rocks trapped within the roots settling in like organs. He has no bones, and his skin is pure glamour, but as long as that glamour remains intact he is—almost—indistinguishable from human.)

Jason doesn’t know what he is. His memories start in that riverbed, with Catherine dashing over to see if he’s alright. But he doesn’t... fit quite right. Words carry a different weight with him than they seem to for others ("Stop lying," people would tell him, no matter how much he assured them that he didn’t--he couldn’t,) certain foods & materials cause a bad reaction from that day forth (he never touched the frying pan again after it left his hands blistered & red, even though he only took it out of the cabinet to move it to the stove,) and his behaviors are weird ("Jason Peter Todd," someone will snap, a Name that, like a hand-me-down coat, sits a little bit wrong but is the only one he has, and compels him as strongly as any other of his kind.) The other kids are more than happy to tell Jason as much, make it very clear just how weird they find him, and Jason pulls back into corners & books, just trying not to draw attention.

His skin is tough like tree bark; it takes a deep gash to draw blood. (Jason’s dad called him a freak for never bruising, no matter what happened to him. Willis only broke the skin once, breaking a bottle over Jason’s back, and Catherine was the one to clean it up. She reassured Jason that there was nothing wrong with him, that he was special and that was all ("Yeah," Jason muttered, "special...") never telling him the fluid she cleaned off his back was not normal blood. Jason would not find that out about himself until he was 9 and living on the streets; he cuts his hand deep while scrambling over a fence, cursing to himself out of both pain & fear, and rushes to the nearest convenience store to both hide & wash up in their bathroom. Instead of blood, Jason’s hand is sticky with dark golden tree sap. For a few minutes, he just stares at it, trying to figure out what that means.) He doesn’t sleep, but sees well enough in the dark that he can usually get away with reading by the light of his window once his parents have gone to bed (and if anyone ever asks what’s wrong, Jason can tell them in full honesty, "I didn’t sleep well last night.")

He has a much larger appetite than other boys his age, always trying to refill those ever-dwindling reserves of energy, and is always hungry (when Bruce takes Jason in, he’s worried about refeeding syndrome. Jason cannot believe that he’s in such a fancy place with food right there, and still having it denied to him, at least until he tears up and Bruce folds like a stack of cards.)

Perhaps most importantly, Jason is sensitive to the presence of magic, and Gotham is overflowing with it. And when he can find it, he can absorb it, refueling himself better than any meal ever could. Jason has a police record by the age of 7 for pocketing trinkets & charms at antique stores all across the city. He gets in trouble at school for reaching out on trips to the museum to brush his fingers against the artifacts, just for a single moment. There are places in Gotham where magic pools, but it’s very rarely good magic, and soaking it up makes Jason feel unwell in a way he can’t quite describe (but he’ll still do it if he has to. He will. He has to.)

(He promised.)

Bruce takes in the little boy he caught stealing his tires. Jason tries, oh he tries, tries harder than ever to just. Be. Normal. The manor has seemingly endless reserves of food, sits over a veritable font of magic, and the library could keep him busy for the rest of his life. It’s the best chance Jason will ever have of actually growing up, and he doesn’t want any of his weirdness to give Bruce second thoughts about taking Jason in. And Bruce, bless him, doesn’t exactly have the generally accepted standards for “normal” anywhere in his brain when he’s not actively putting on an act, so he doesn’t notice anything amiss (outside of relief for how healthy Jason is, despite living so rough for so long.) Alfred, if he notices anything, doesn’t say anything.

Dick Grayson watches the thing half-hiding behind his father—how it moves, how it acts, what it does & what it avoids, the very careful way it chooses all its words—and everything his parents ever warned him about walking down fairy paths or stepping in mushroom circles comes flooding back. Dick knows the tests, and every time he casually tosses one Jason’s way, he sees the fear flash in Jason’s eyes. They stare at eachother over the table, over the counter, across the room, fake innocence on both their faces (“I know what you are,” and “Please don’t,” whispered with their eyes alone,) until Dick finally managed to corner Jason alone to confront him.

“You’re not human,” Dick says.

Jason swallows.

“What are you?” Dick asks.

“...I don’t know,” Jason says, probably the only answer that could’ve brought Dick up short right then. Dick asks if he’s telling the truth, an old sore he doesn’t mean to poke, and Jason turns away to hide his scowl. “I don’t lie.”

“That’s what they all—”

“I. Don’t. Lie.”

A pause.

“Don’t? Or can’t?”

“Does it matter? You won’t believe me anyway.” Jason’s problem, in his own opinion, has always been that he’s an easy crier—stress, anger, grief, they all get the tears going. “I didn’t ask to be here, okay? I am just trying to exist, and people always—”

Jason stops, clenching his fists. “Are you going to tell Bruce?”

Dick looks down at a creature that by all surface appearances is nothing more than a frightened, frustrated child trying to hold back tears. And for the first time, Dick realizes what Bruce saw that day at the circus. Because Dick’s never made the direct connection before, but he does know what it’s like to be dropped down in a completely different world, with different rules, abandoned by everything you knew, lost & out of place, trying to survive in a place that wasn’t made for someone like you. Clinging to the one good thing you have left, terrified that at any moment someone will realize they made a mistake and then that one good thing will be gone too. The complete lack of security, despite the manor walls and Bruce’s stubborn protectiveness.

Dick groans, dragging one hand over his face, and crouches down so he’s not looming over the kid. “Look me in the eye and swear to me that you’ll never intentionally hurt any member of this family.”

Jason’s jaw drops. He pulls himself together quickly enough. “I swear it. I don’t want to hurt any—okay, there are some people who really deserve punching, but I don’t want to hurt anyone here.”

Dick laughs. He can’t help it.

Dick’s new little brother scowls at him, and Dick laughs harder.

("No, little bird. I guess that's up to you.")

When Jason is adopted, he gets to pick a new name. Dick throws down three books of baby names the next time he comes over, after hearing the excitement in Jason’s voice over the idea. Jason ends up naming himself in honor of both his mother and the family who took him in.

Jason Cayden Wayne.

It fits.

This Jason does not confront the Joker to save a mother he doesn’t know. This Jason figures out his past and goes back to the mound to rescue the boy whose life he stole. He challenges the Court and wins, carrying out a boy whose time has run strangely and whose form has warped slightly under the influence of magic, but whose eyes still sparkle like sapphires. As a last effort, his creator tries to Name Jason back to their side, to return what he has claimed, but it slides off of him like water.

That’s not his Name anymore.

It never really was.

(The boy on his back shudders under the force of the command, but Jason has the strength of twisted roots and buried stones, and the boy cannot break free. Jason does hesitate, asks if the boy wants to go back. “I have to,” the boy whispers back. “That’s not what I asked. Do you want to?” The boy presses his face against Jason’s back and shakes his head. “Then we’re leaving.”)

(“Why couldn’t they Name you?” the boy asks on the long, long walk out. Jason smiles. It’s more crooked than the little boy he was supposed to be, but just as bright as ever. “I haven’t been Jason Peter Todd in years, kiddo. I tried to be, sure, but it just didn’t fit. So I picked a new Name, and the old one can’t hurt me anymore.” “You can do that?” “Sure!” A pause. “I don’t think I want to be Jason Peter Todd anymore,” the boy says, and it’s the first time he’s sounded sure of himself in the immeasurable time Jason’s known him. “Okay, you don’t have to be.” The boy holds on a little tighter, and Jason knows he said the right thing. “You work on thinking up some new possibilities and we’ll go over them once we’re safe, sound good? We can ask my big brother if you need any help. Trust me,” Jason adds, “I’m not very good at names. References, sure, and symbolism. But if you ask me to name you, I’m just gonna to pull something out of a fairy tale.”)

(He does end up helping, in case you couldn’t tell.)

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voloslobotomyservice · 4 months

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Elias Blackwood

(he/him)

Class: Oathbreaker of Devotion Paladin

Race: High Half-Elf

Age: 32 years

Background: Folk Hero

Game Progression: Middle of Act 3

Elias grew up in the small village of Goldenfield, raised by his mother and father. Mama took care of the home while Papa, a cavalier, would go away on crusade. He also has one younger sister, Elora, who was born eight years after he was. After his father failed to return home from a crusade, he decided to devote his life to becoming the best paladin he possibly could. He trained for years, practicing on his dummy and fighting off monsters and fiends to keep his hometown safe, while also helping his mother raise his sister, who was only three when their father passed. When he was in his early twenties, Elias moved to Baldur’s Gate to start his career as a paladin. His first night in the city, he went to The Blushing Mermaid and met Leila, a rogue half elf. Although they were never in a relationship, he considers her to be his first love. They were in each other's lives for over ten years, even sharing a home and a bed together. One day, the two were out on a mission beyond the city limits and were attacked by a pack of gnolls. Leila lost her life in this fight, and Elias blames himself for her death. If he had just been a bit more courageous, didn’t miss his swings, then he could have saved her. Leila currently serves as his Dream Guardian, adding on to his ever-building grief after losing her.

In Act I, Elias makes a poor lapse of judgement and decided to attack a bugbear in the goblin camp. The creature wasn’t aggravated, but he thought that it would if he stayed around long enough, so he wanted to get the battle over with. Because of his actions, he broke his Oath of Devotion. The Oathbreaker Paladin paid him a visit, and gifted him Oathbreaker powers, along with a slightly altered (hotter) look.

Just outside of Rosymond Monastary, Elias (32) ran into Elora (24), who he had not seen in over ten years. They would still write letters to keep in touch, but she became worried when he stopped returning her letters. Worried for the worst, Elora set off to go find her brother and hopefully bring him back to Goldenfield, as their mother had fallen ill and needed his help. She had wanted to be just like her older brother and trained to become a strong fighter. Elora asks to join her brother's party and to help with whatever mission they are on. Elias accepts, adding her to the troupe with open arms and a strange story about how a tadpole was placed in his head. (If she could she'd probably want to romance Karlach but this page isn't about her!!!)

Over the course of his adventures, he’s had three hair styles: short and trimmed, a little loose, and all grown out

Near the middle of Act 3, Elora received a sending from a family friend that their mother has passed away. She is devastated due to the loss and takes it out on her brother, because he refused to go back home to spend her final days as a family. Elias tried to explain that his life was at risk with the tadpole and that removing it was his number one priority. Their conflict drove a wedge in their sibling relationship, and they didn’t speak for days. They finally spoke after defeating Orin the Red at the Temple of Bhaal, where it was Elora who actually knocked the changeling into the abyss below the temple. They both apologized for their cruelty towards each other, recognizing that they were the only family members they had left. Their friendship is stronger now due to all that they’ve gone through!

He is currently in a loving and devoted relationship with Shadowheart and they are so cute together that I want to cry about it. Watching them grow so much as individuals and as a couple has been adorable, and I know that post-game they spend the rest of their half-elven lives together. 🩷

#bg3 #bg3 ocs #oc: elias #bg3 tav #tav lore #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 paladin #oathbreaker #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate oc #ship: heartbreaker

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celestiall0tus · 5 months

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Do you have a list of hero names you use for your aus? I sometimes get them confused with each other...

Well, now we do. Let's go through the lists. The structure of these are as follows: Miraculous - Holder - Superhero Name

Miraculous AU:

Ladybug - Marinette - Ladybug

Black Cat - Adrien - Chat Noir

Bee - Chloe - Queen Bee

Spider - Zoe - Widow

Mouse - Juleka - Souris Blanche

Pig - Amelie - Nacre

Fox - Lila - Volpina

Lynx - Marc _ Sleuthlynx

Dog - Sabrina - Cheri

Rooster - Felix - Ripper

Bat - Mylene - Dread Queen

Tiger - Kim - King Tiger

Goat - Ondine - Faun

Monkey - Bridgette - Harlequin

Raven - Nathaniel - Achlys

Wolf - Alya - Louve Grise

Owl - Max - Noctua

Ox - Ivan - Iron Bull

Horse - Alix - Liberte

Rabbit - Rose - Lapine

Peacock - Nathalie - Mayura

Butterfly - Gabriel - Papillon

Snake - Luka - Viperion

Dragon - Kagami - Ryuko

Turtle - Nino - Carapace

Salvation AU:

Ladybug - Luka - Metal Bug

Black Cat - Kagami - Kuro Neko

Bee - Marinette - Bumblebee

Spider - Nathalie - Black Widow

Mouse - Alya - Muridae

Fox - Marc - Fantastic Fox

Lynx - Lila - Lincina

Dog - Nathaniel - Familiaris

Rooster - Audrey - Eris

Bat - Felix - Hades

Tiger - Alix - Tigrix

Ant - Tomoe - Ari

Goat - Nino - Sanguine

Monkey - Kim - King Monkey

Raven - Anarka - Sorrowful

Deer - Sabrina - Fawn

Owl - Zoe - Owlet

Ox - Chloe - Crimson

Koala - Sabine - Mama Bear

White Cat - Adrien - Chat Blanc

Rabbit - Rose - Bunella

Peacock - Gabriel - Paon

Butterfly - Colt - Emperor

Snake - Juleka - Vipress

Dragon - Mylene - Draconne

Turtle - Bridgette - Aegis

Absolution AU:

Ladybug - Marinette - Ladybug

Black Cat - Adrien - Chat Noir

Bee - Chloe - Queen Bee

Mouse - Juleka - Whisper

Fox - Lila - Volpina

Rooster - Nathaniel- Scorned

Raven - Marc - Mourn

Deer - Alya- Fawn

Wolf - Alix- Fera

Ox - Ondine - Ira

Rabbit - Rose - Bunelle

Butterfly - Nathalie - Papillon

Snake - Luka - Viperion

Turtle - Nino - Carapace

Paradise AU:

Ladybug - Marinette - Hope

Black Cat - Felix - Cat Noir

Bee - Chloe - Ambrosia

Spider - Zoe - Widow

Mouse - Nathalie - Dragnet

Fox - Bridgette - Void

Dog - Sabrina - Agape

Rooster - Juleka - Wrath

Pig - Alix - Circe

Bat - Rose - Dread

Tiger - Nino - Aurora

Goat - Luka - Sin

Wolf - Alya - Huntress

Rabbit - Mylene - Luna

Peacock - Amelie - Erinona

Butterfly - Emilie - Echidna

Snake - Adrien - Aspik

Dragon - Kagami - Delphyne

Turtle - Gabriel - Alexiares

Cow - Kim - Siegfried

Swan - Ondine - Odette

Separate Worlds AU:

Ladybug - Marinette - Lady Beetle

Mouse - Alya - Gold Mouse (Biker) Cream (Reporter)

Fox - Nathalie - Vixen

Dog - Felix - TBA

Raven - Luka - Nevermore

Owl - Alix - Snow Owl

Peacock - Juleka - Ghoul

Butterfly - Adrien - Iris

Snake - TBA

Dragon - Rose - Cinder

Turtle - Mylene - TBA

All That Remained AU:

Ladybug - Marc - Scarlet Lord

Black Cat - Felix - Cath Palug

Bee - Sabrina - Nymph

Mouse - Juleka - White Mouse

Fox - Lila - TBA

Dog - Chloe - Queen Spaniel

Rooster - Ivan - TBA

Bat - Tomoe - TBA

Tiger - Adrien - Tigre Rose

Goat - Nino - TBA

Monkey - Kim - King Monkey

Wolf - Alya - Louve Grise

Owl - Max - Glauca

Ox - Kagami - Senketsu

Horse - Alix - Chevalier

Rabbit - Rose - Bunella

Peacock - Emilie - Hera

Butterfly - Nathalie - Faerie

Snake - Luka - Viperion

Dragon - Mylene - Drakon

Turtle - Socequline - TBA

Cicada - Marinette - Cicada

Chameleon - Nathaniel - Changeling

Swan - Zoe - Valkyrie

Cow - Ondine - TBA

Dolphin - Amelie - Amphitrite

Amaranthine AU:

Ladybug - Chloe - Carmine

Owl - Chloe - Minerva

Black Cat - Zoe - Midnight

Dove - Zoe - Atropos

Butterfly - Adrien - Adonis

Snake - Luka - Atropa/ Juleka - Belladona

Mouse - Luka - Atropa

Dragon - Marinette (Nimue) Longg (Guenevere) Marinette and Longg (Mordred)

Fox - Alya - Rena

Siren's Song AU:

Ladybug - Kagami - Lady Beetle

Black Cat - Ivan - Razor

Peacock - Ondine - Siren

Bee - Mylene - Honey Bee

Fox - Luka - Maestro

Butterfly - Marinette - Iridescent

Raven - Adrien - Scourge

Dragon - Zoe - Wyvern

Bat - Juleka - Banshee

Swan - Rose - Venus

Turtle - Chloe - Mariana

Pig - Felix - Aetolian

Mouse - Nino - TBA

Owl - Sabrina - Seeker

Robin - Lila - Pettirosso

Shark - Alix - Megalodon

Seal - Alya - Oblivion

Dog - Marc - Eros

Dolphin - Aurore - Sea Breeze

Koala - Nathaniel - TBA

Lynx - Colt - Lyncus

Rabbit - Amelie - Artemis

Horse - Emilie - Eleutheria

Ant - Max - Formica

Chameleon - Tomoe - Grandeur

Cow - Gabriel - TBA

Spider - Nathalie - Neith

Dove - Sabine - TBA

Bloody Bug Au:

Ladybug - Alix - Bloody Bug

Black Cat - Adrien - Chat Noir

Bee - Alya - Bomb Bee

Mouse - Mylene - Polymouse

Pig - Sabrina - Porcelet

Fox - Max - TBA

Dog - Rose - PomPom

Rooster - Chloe - Gallic Chick

Tiger - Marinette - Lady Tigress

Goat - Nathaniel - Caprikid

Monkey - Kim - King Monkey

Ox - Ivan - Minotaurox

Horse - Marc - Equestrian

Rabbit - Luka - Harlequin

Peacock - Nathalie - Mayura

Butterfly - Gabriel - Hawkmoth

Snake - Juleka - TBA

Dragon - Kagami - Ryuko

Turtle - Nino - Carpace

#au #miraculous au #alternate universe #au info #ml au info #salvation au #paradise au #absolution au #all that remained au #amaranthine au #siren's song au #bloody bug au

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One Happy Family

Gift fic for @the-lost-changeling

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Word Count: 858

Summary: Returning home from an emissary mission in Autumn, Gwyn finds her mate rigging their most recent competition, and not in the way she expected.

AN: The Autumn Gwyn theories don't have much substance, but I like them, so we're rolling with it.

"You're jumpy this evening, Gwyneth." Her eyes snapped to the High Lord's. Eris was intimidating at times, if not for his power, then for the fact he was difficult to read, always seeming bored or amused by whoever he faced. "Trouble back home?"

Always ready to pounce on weakness, growing allies or not. More than once she had wished Rhys found another way to secure Beron in the war.

"You were made aware of my reasons for needing a replacement these past months. It's not easy to be separated from your first child," she confessed.

"Yes, my congratulations," he muttered, scrawling his signature before gathering the paperwork in front of him. "Make sure this hits Rhysand's desk tonight." She raised her eyebrow. "Please."

At least he could be that courteous.

“I will. Unfortunately, I’m still unable to winnow, if you don’t mind taking me to the border.”

Azriel would be home with their infant, but Feyre promised either she or Rhys would be waiting at the edge of the territory they had arranged with Eris in the past. “Of course.” A sweep of wind and they were folding through space, renewing the queasiness she could never quite master. “Good evening, Gwyneth. Rhysand.”

He left without another word. “Thanks for coming to get me, Rhys.”

“Of course. I take it that paperwork is for Feyre and me?” She nodded. “Does it say anything I can tolerate reading at this hour?”

She snorted. “For two High Lords trying to find an alliance, neither of you are very tolerant of the other’s requests.”

Rhys grimaced. Eris had come to power three years ago, revealing Gwyn’s watered-down heritage to Autumn nobility mere months later. Though the Autumn Court had some very backward beliefs about their females, the new High Lord knew better than to meddle with Gwyn’s place in things, especially with the bond between her and Azriel so fresh. Rather than release noble ties completely, he proposed she be Night’s emissary to Autumn.

And thus began an endless back and forth between Eris and the monarchs of Night.

“We’ll get there,” Rhys muttered. “Hold on.” Folding into shadows, he winnowed them straight into the heart of Velaris, where Gwyn and Azriel had found a modest apartment of their own that overlooked the Sidra River. It was a short walk—and shorter flight—to the House of Wind and Riverhouse their family members occupied and hosted from. “Have a good evening, Gwyn.”

She tightened her grip a bit on the papers when he started to take them. “I know there are plenty of moral disagreements between you. Maybe if there were some minor things you could overlook Eris would be more agreeable to your own demands. It takes all three of you to build an alliance. If you and Feyre might consider—”

“I’ll talk to her.” The paperwork vanished, presumably to his office or room for he and Feyre to view soon. “Thank you. I know neither side of this makes your job easy. And I do hate dragging you away from Catrin. Give her love from her uncle, will you?”

She nodded and he winnowed once again, leaving her to step into the warmth of her home. Afraid to wake her daughter at this hour, she crept in on silent feet. Then two words reached her just before she turned into the family room.

“Say Mama?”

Her breath caught.

She and Az had always had a competitive streak. From their early days training, to the scattered moments between her friendship blooming with Nesta and the beginning of Azriel’s courtship, there had always been something. A skill to master, a goal to meet, a game to win.

The most recent… Who’s name Catrin would say first.

Faerie younglings developed so slowly in comparison to humans that it could be anywhere from weeks to months before their daughter spoke. Plenty of time for them to sway her learning towards one phrase or another. It was also commonly known that children were quicker to take to the D sound than the M. Azriel had every advantage with her work taking her outside of the court again.

She peeked around the doorway, watching the pair. Catrin had her mothers coppery hair and her father’s hazel eyes. She was the most beautiful thing Gwyn had ever seen. And there tucked into the warmth of her father’s chest and wing she was all the more lovely.

She watched as Azriel reached up again to point at the family portrait Feyre had gifted them upon Catrin’s birth. The pose was stunning, depicting Gwyn and Az forehead to forehead, smiling down on a bundle of pink, little fingers already seeming to reach for the shelter of the wings above them.

His finger paused in front of Gwyn’s face. “Mama. Right there.” Catrin cooed softly. “Yes, Your mama is away doing some work for Uncle Rhys and Aunt Feyre, but she’ll be home soon, little one.”

He turned slowly, pausing when he spotted Gwyn with her head just past the threshold. “Well, now we both know who’s going to win this little contest,” he said.

“Do we? Or have you just reversed the game?”

#acotar #gwynriel #moodboard #one shot #gift #prompt based #gwynriel fic

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