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scriptores · 1 year

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 : asteria amell , dragon age: origins

overview: in the world of thedas, the darkspawn are orc-like creatures who dwell in an underground network of tunnels known as the deep roads. every few centuries, they rise to the surface in a hive-mind attack led by an archdemon. these apocalyptic scourges are known as the blight. out of the darkspawn's tainted essence, enhanced warriors known as the grey wardens were created to kill the archdemon and put a stop to the blight no matter the cost. it has been over 400 years since the last blight, but the fifth blight finally takes root in the country of ferelden. asteria is a newly initiated mage who was conscripted into the order at the eve of the first battle against the blight. political treachery lost them the battle and killed the king of ferelden, as well as nearly all the grey wardens. only asteria and alistair survived. with ferelden's borders closed and political ambitions still taking precedence, these two rookies and their motley crew of unlikely companions are thedas' last hope to stop the blight before it spreads beyond control.

CANON VERSES.

✧ origins : the events of the first game unfold and ultimately end with asteria being the warden who kills the archdemon. she survives the ordeal albeit changed, having incidentally absorbed the archdemon's soul unto her own, a fact that is evident to anyone who sees her violet eyes (as further explained here). [ alt. companion verse ] asteria can be picked up (or snuck out) during the circle tower crisis and join the warden's party. afterwards, she'd either live as an apostate mage or request to join the wardens as a new recruit during awakening. [ full bio ]

✧ awakening / da: 2 : asteria becomes the new warden commander of ferelden tasked with rebuilding the order. however, tensions are high as her survival and rumors of her absorbing the archdemon's soul brew resentment among the ranks. after she vanquishes the darkspawn threat in amaranthine, tensions begin to smooth over. she establishes the silver order and comes the new arlessa of amaranthine (although actively seeking a means to separate the two roles). when the mage-templar war starts, asteria receives an influx of mage and templar refugees alike seeking to join the order. she sets out looking for a cure for the taint so that those who chose this path in desperation could someday reverse it. ( a good crossover verse, since asta's search can take her to all sorts of places even outside of thedas )

✧ inquisition : my default is that asteria gave up her search for the cure and went straight to skyhold upon learning of the breach from a wisp in the fade. this happens sometime after warden commander clarel and the wardens of orlais are killed. after adamant, she becomes the temporary warden commander for the surviving orlesians and leads them in tandem with ferelden's warden forces against corypheus, should the inquisitor accept their aid.

AU VERSES.

✧ greek myth : asteria is the titan goddess of fallen stars and nocturnal oracles. she was a commander leading her father's northern celestial forces during the titanomachy, but was spared from being locked away in tartarus by her daughter, hekate's appeal. after being pursued by zeus, asteria fled to the underworld, and has been nyx's ward ever since. [ full bio ]

✧ dnd / critical role : asteria is the matron of ravens who presides over fate, winter, memories, and death. she was a mortal mage during the age of arcana, but ascended into her position after killing the previous death god. her name and her story has been wiped from historical memory. any remaining legends about her are varied and conflicting, but the one thing that is certain is that she has a disdain for orcus, the demon prince of undeath (or koschei if we decide to integrate his au here too). she actively seeks champions to defeat his undead forces and cult followers.

✧ fae verse : asteria is a faerie from the unseelie court and/or winter court. lots of flexibility here, but my default is affiliated with maeinade's unseelie queen, whom asteria assisted in usurping the previous monarch. she also has a proclivity for sorcery outside of faerie magic that she doesn't frequently employ in fear that it could raise suspicions that she isn't fully fae. [alt. acotar verse] also flexible. default is that asteria is illyrian, secretly a witch, and was one of the girls who joined the ranks in book 3. she fights in the battle against hybern, and uses her magic to save some but unfortunately not all of the illyrians who were caught in the cauldron blast.

DOSSIER

name. asteria amell diminutives. asta pronouns. she/her titles. champion of redcliffe, hero of ferelden, warden-commander of ferelden, arlessa of amaranthine (verse dependent) age. 19 (during origins), 31 (during da:i) origin. free marcher (w/avvar roots), identifies as ferelden etymology. human mage, spirit medium (spirit of command incarnate)* sexuality. bisexual alignment. chaotic good / neutral

relations. revka amell ( mother, presumed dead ), aerick ( biological father, presumed dead ), ethan amell ( father, deceased ), leticia amell ( half-sister, deceased ), diana amell ( half-sister, deceased ), apollonius amell ( half-brother, deceased ), hawke (cousin, alive)

height. 5'7" build. athletic & mesomorph hair. black & smooth as a river stone, usually kept back in a long braid. eyes. originally blue; now an unnatural violet scars. multiple faint scars, but the most prominent one is from the arrow she took at the tower of ishal. it sits right on her left shoulder, just below her collarbone, about the size of a coin and shaped like a gnarled silver star. there's an identical one on her left shoulder blade where the arrow pierced through. scents. rosemary, deathroot blossoms, & bergamot.

abilities / skillset .

entropy & necromancy specialization. the school of entropy deals with spells that attack the life force of an enemy and includes: creating death clouds to drain life energy (which can be absorbed to heal herself & companions), drawing residual spirit energy from the surrounding dead to replenish mana, paralyzing, disorienting, spirit bombing etc. necromancy allows her to call on and bind spirits from the fade to dead corpses and command them to attack on her behalf.

spirit medium . not a specialization that can be learned, but one she was born with. mages can interact with spirits and demons in the fade in their dreams, by physically summoning them with spells, or through their possessed vehicles, but spirit mediums are mages who have one foot in each of the two worlds. they can see through the veil and communicate with the beings on the other side at any given moment.

grey warden abilities . wardens undergo a ritual (the joining) where they infuse darkspawn blood (the taint) with their own. this grants them: enhanced strength, durability, immunity to blighted illness, ability to sense when darkspawn are near, a connection to the darkspawn hivemind controlled by archdemons during a blight. typically, the archdemon can be seen & heard through dreams

archdemon soul absorption . after absorbing the archdemon's soul in the final boss battle, asteria essentially became an archmage, with an increased capacity for mana storage. she refuses to tap into that extra powerbank for a variety of reasons

restrictions .

other schools of magic . asteria was one of the top students of her class in the circle, and had to learn all the schools of magic at some capacity, but in the years since she's become a warden, she's been out of practice, and relies almost exclusively on entropy & necromancy if not her weapons.

high risk of possession. as a spirit medium, she can see through the veil in the waking word, but likewise those entities can see her. demons are often drawn to mediums like magnets and chisel away at their peace until their will is weak enough for a possession.

the calling . while the joining grants wardens increased abilities, it does not come without consequence. the taint is a poison which corrupts and overtime her mind will become more darkspawn than warden. this process is known as the calling. eventually through delusions it draws a warden to the deeproads where they are sure to meet their death or worse. it usually takes up to 30 years after a joining to hear the calling, but wardens, like asteria, who are active during a blight have this process accelerated, bringing it closer to 10 years.

archdemon soul absorption: although asteria has an increased mana powerbank to draw from, she still has a human body and to tap into that powerbank will take a massive toll on her physically. to draw on it completely might actually kill her.

themes. battle cry, imagine dragons / ezio's family, assassin's creed / to the stars, tyler bates / female robbery, the neighbourhood

#💫 profile : asteria

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milesmentis · 7 months

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Whichever oc is eating your brain the mostest:

Name one thing their parents taught them.

What recurring dreams do they have?

Thank you for asking and waiting so patiently for me to open my inbox again. Although I don't talk about her much at all, I've been thinking again about Solona Amell and since I never include her on OC lists for these it only seems fair. From this list here:

13) Name one thing their parents taught them.

Poise is everything. The way you are perceived by others dictates your own treatment so you must always present yourself to your best advantage. Never give anything away - not your respect, not your disdain, certainly never your opinion - and you will never find yourself in another's debt.

29) What recurring dreams do they have?

No surprise, but Solona is frequently beset by demons. She is like catnip to them: proud, ravenous, bitter, jealous ... and so very afraid. She frequently has lucid dreams which often (though not always) have a demon at the center of them. Most of them revolve around her aspirations: becoming Grand Enchanter and then breaking from the Chantry is a big one. And then of course, there are the Archdemon nightmares. But of her normal dreams, the most common one is "waking up" in a field of wild flowers. Sometimes she's alone, sometimes she's lying next to Heulwen or her mother. That one becomes less common during/after the Blight, but when it does come back the person she's lying next to is always Alistair (or one time that woke her in a cold sweat - Jowan).

#solona amell #my terrible awful trauma baby #she's such a garbage person but i love her so much #i would say let her rest but ... no <3 #my Amell family are such genuinely terrible people #Leandra is honestly one of the better ones and she's still ... bad #anyway thanks for the free space to ramble about her #da ocs #it's oc ask time 24/7 #oc ask meme

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littledead-ridinghood · 9 months

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So glad to meet another person who dislikes both the DCEU and CW! They really ruined my favorite heroes, Raven and Barry Allen 😔

so I already don't watch a lot of TV and movies because I think it's boring (I say like I don't love video essays....) but live-action superhero media is even harder for me to get into because it's so uncanny. Like why are their domino masks 3D? Horrifying. (DC animated stuff is usually pretty chill and great though)

Anyway: My biggest qualms will always be Arrow. What do you mean that's Oliver Jonas Queen? I always make myself feel better with that rumor that the showrunners wanted to make a Batman show but couldn't get the rights so they projected Batman onto Ollie. Does it help that that's Green Arrow's biggest exposure? Oh Hell No. But at least I can look at the show and go "Wow, Bruce Wayne Sucks Ass" Is that rumor true? I don't care because it's the only thing keeping me sane and I'm too afraid to lose that comfort. Also, Ollie would be horrified by what Stephen Amell said about the writer & actor strikes as well as unions. Hashtag not my GA

I may force myself to watch Titans one day, if only the first two seasons for that sweet, sweet Jason angst and to revel in the unfairness of it all. (Side note: oh my god, Anna Diop and Curran Walters got way too much hate for their roles. Jesus Christ, all the racism towards Anna and all the body shaming towards Curran that I saw as well as the people faking tweets and whatever to get him canceled...just the harassment towards the actors was and still is vile)

I never watched it, but I know Supergirl was also super reductive to Kara's character. Apparently, they strip her of her anger and other core character traits and tried to make her into Clark instead. It's so sad.

Anyway, live-action comic media is not my friend.

#digital mailbox

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barbex · 2 years

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If you could write a « Fenris is Anders’ arranged husband after Anders’ (abusive?) (templar?) husband dies and he’s justifiably anxious» fic for Fenders I might just cry. You do angst so well I know you would make me cry both in happiness that you wrote it and angst because of the plot

Dear Anon, this is a massive prompt. I tried to make something for it, but in all honestly, this should be a whole 50k AU fic. But I can't write that. So, please accept this short thing, that couldn't quite build up the angst. Nevertheless, I hope you like it.

fenders fic for @dadrunkwriting.

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"If I may announce: Serah Fenris Amell, of the Amell family in Kirkwall." The butler, or clerk, or seneschal, or whatever this person's job is, steps aside and ushers Fenris into the hall.

Everyone turns to him. Everyone wears black in some fashion, some of the women even have their faces veiled, but even with the veils, he can still see their sneering expressions. The only other elves in the room are servants, flitting around with their heads bowed. For a second, Fenris wonders if he should just turn around and leave.

"Serah Fenris, how good of you to come." A man in a black dress with a blue sash peels away from the crowd of disapproving faces. "I'm seneschal Bryce. Serah Hawke's raven informed us of your arrival just an hour ago. Please excuse our rather hasty procedure, we had little time to prepare."

"I'll be glad to be back on the road soon," Fenris says, shuddering internally at the thought of spending more time than necessary with this mass of human noble gits.

The seneschal gestures for him to follow and calls several servants to his side, whispering commands to them as he crosses the room, the nobles parting for them like the sea. People still stare at him, but that is nothing unusual for Fenris. Probably none of them has ever seen an elf who is not a servant.

The seneschal throws him a look. "I didn't know the Amell family had elven members."

"I am adopted." Fenris leaves it at that, he has no reason to explain his life to these people.

"How interesting. Well, the urgency has been explained to you?" The seneschal holds a door open for him and waits for him to step through into a winding staircase. Fenris can't guess how tall this tower is.

"I understand he is a mage and needs to be controlled." Hawke had described that differently, with a lot of colourful swear words and a general dismissal of the chantry doctrine, but she trusts Fenris' judgement. That's why he is here.

The seneschal climbs up the stairs, unlocking and opening three doors that glow with magical wards as he speaks. "He is extremely powerful and dangerous. During his bond with Ser Alrik, may he rest with the Maker, he tried to escape several times, leaving a path of destruction behind. I understand that you have been certified by the chantry but you're not a templar. I hope you have ways to protect yourself."

"I do."

The seneschal narrows his eyes at him but nods, climbing further up. They pass a window and Fenris takes in the view. The tower is very tall.

The stairs end in front of another door with magical wards. The seneschal holds up a glowing amulet and the wavering magic around the door dies down and the seneschal unlocks the door with a heavy key.

Before he opens the door, the seneschal turns back to Fenris. "We laced his food and water with magebane as a precaution. But even with that handicap, he's extremely dangerous." He holds up the glowing amulet. "This is the only thing that can stop him. Ser Alrik, my he rest with the Maker, had this fabricated and enchanted for him. Touching it to Anders' forehead will calm him down and make him obedient, for a limited time."

Fenris swallows against the bile in his throat. He has seen often enough what templars do with obedient mages. "What a fascinating tool," he grits out between clenched teeth.

"I will wait here by the door, and step in with the amulet, if necessary."

Fenris nods, and the seneschal opens the door. He steps in. Light falls in from one window in the circular stonewalls. Bars across the window prevent any escape, as if the height of the tower wouldn't promise certain death. Then again, maybe the bars are supposed to prevent that too.

Whatever he expected to find, it wasn't this. Under the window, draped over a chaise lounge, lies a blonde man in a golden robe that barely covers his body. His beautiful, naked body. Long hair falls like water over the side, elegant fingers playing in it. At the sound of Fenris stepping closer, the man opens his eyes and sits up, a sultry smile drawing his red lips apart.

"Oh hello! What a sight you are." The human stands up on long legs and naked feet, stepping close to Fenris. He leans down, pressing his nose into Fenris' neck. "You smell so good, it must be my lucky day." He slides his hands over Fenris' shoulders and presses himself against Fenris, his hips swinging to a music only he can hear.

Fenris glares at the seneschal. "What did you give him? This is not a reaction to magebane."

"A potion Ser Alrik, may he rest —"

"What kind of potion?" Fenris yells.

"A mixture of various herbs, blood roses, and magebane, as far as I know."

Blood rose is an aphrodisiac, Fenris knows that much. He sighs and takes Anders' hand from his shoulder. "You have to get dressed for the ceremony."

"Yes, for the ceremony..." Anders stares into the distance as he keeps swinging his hips. "What ceremony?"

"The bonding ceremony," the seneschal says with a tone of annoyance. "Mages like you cannot stay unbound. Put this on, you are an embarrassment like this." He throws a red robe at Anders and grabs for the golden robe at the same time, shoving his hand under it.

"Don't touch me!" Anders screams, stumbling backwards until his back hits the wall. His voice sounds hysteric as he keeps brushing over his arms. "Don't! You can't. I was good... I was good!"

"You are an embarrassment to this house." The seneschal rushes over to Anders and before Fenris can react, he presses the amulet against Anders' forehead. The amulet lights up and a red glowing imprint stays on Anders' forehead when he pulls it away again. "There, now put this on and be quiet. You have to be at the ceremony."

All life has left the mage. Where just a moment ago his eyes were bright with curiosity and passion, he now stares at nothing, dull and lifeless. Watching him get dressed is like watching an animated corpse.

Fenris glares at the seneschal. "What did you do to him? Is he tranquil?"

"He's controlled and obedient now." The seneschal looks at Anders in disgust. "It only holds for about 30 minutes, unfortunately, but that should be enough time to finish the ceremony. Let's get this done." The man turns and swiftly walks down the stairs, leaving Fenris alone with the subdued mage.

The mage is easy to handle now, quiet and obedient, and Fenris shudders at his own reaction of relief to this. Slavery is wrong, he swore his life to ending it however he can, but what other is a subdued mage than a slave? Despite the fear of magic, which he sometimes still feels like a memory, this is just wrong.

"Anders, come with me, I'm getting you out of here."

The mage nods, tying the red robe closed. "I have to be at the ceremony."

"Yes, I'm taking you downstairs. Is there anything here you would like to take with you?" Fenris winces, this is probably a useless question when the mage is like this.

"I have to be at the ceremony."

Fenris sighs and walks down the stairs, the mage following him closely. The mark on his forehead still glows red and it keeps glowing as they stand in front of the chantry sister and get bonded rather hastily. Anders dutifully answers with yes when he is asked, and so does Fenris, his voice sounding just as lifeless. Not even five minutes later, the scowling nobles part for Fenris and Anders as they leave the hall and when, at last, they sit in the carriage taking them back to Kirkwall, Fenris feels as if he can finally breathe again.

A few miles away from the last sign of human life, the mark on Anders' forehead stops glowing and the mage wakes up with a panicked gasp. His fingernails dig into the cushions and he looks as if he thinks of clawing his way out of the moving carriage.

"What happened? Where am I? Where are you taking me? What is this?" He stares at the ribbon around his wrist and then at Fenris' wrist. His eyes widen when he sees the same pattern on it. "You took me?"

"Please, let me explain."

"What is there to explain? You own me now," Anders snarls bitterly. He looks at Fenris and then stares out the window, visibly fighting to hold back his tears.

Fenris leans forward, carefully stretching his hand out. "I bonded with you for your protection, to free you. When we have reached Kirkwall, I will take this ribbon off your wrist and you are free to decide how you live your life."

"Kirkwall? The free city?"

"Yes."

Anders' shoulders slowly relax and for the first time, he seems to really look at Fenris. "You're an elf, you can't be a templar. Why did the chantry let you bond with me?"

Fenris lights up his markings and holds his incorporeal hand up. "I was able to convince the chantry that I have other ways of stopping a mage, should he lose control."

Anders stares at Fenris' hand and leans closer. "Touch me with that."

He startles. "What?" People are usually afraid of his abilities.

"I want to know what it feels like."

Fenris puts his hand on Anders' arm and lets it sink into the flesh, just a bit. Anders' life force pulses around his hand, a strangely intimate feeling.

Anders gasps. "That feels incredible."

Fenris pulls his hand back and deactivates his markings, but Anders grabs it and draws it to his mouth. Looking at Fenris, he kisses his knuckles one by one.

"Thank you. For getting me out of there."

Fenris swallows against the storm of strange feelings in his chest. "You are welcome."

Anders leans back, and then gets up and sits himself down next to Fenris, shoving and pushing until he leans against Fenris, resting his head on his shoulder. "You really smell good."

Fenris clears his throat. "I know you're grateful, but you don't have to do this. You are free, you don't have to please me."

Anders looks up at him and smiles softly. "Okay. I'll try to remember that."

With that, he closes his eyes and soon falls asleep. Fenris adjusts his position to have the mage rest more comfortably against himself and then spends the rest of the journey wondering what to do with the mage. And why he doesn't want to let him go.

#fenders #dadrunkwriting #DADWC #Fenris x Anders #some AU #fenders fic #dragon age fanfiction #my writing

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wyvernscales · 1 year

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Alaric Amell always had a fondness for the messenger birds in Kinloch Hold. Fascinated at the birds that could be sent one hundred miles away and still flit home on iridescent wings. Through the sun and snow, rain and breeze. They would always find their way back home.

In his early days at the Circle--when he still cried in the arms of the Senior Enchanters for the embrace of his mother--his nightly journeys to the Fade were marked by the fantasy of being rescued from his stone tower. He would leap upon on the warm and soft back of a pigeon every evening. Together they would soar over the lake and the docks and the Waking Sea all the way back home to Kirkwall.

After his Harrowing, he was made apprentice to the culverhouse that maintained the wellbeing of the birds. He was an old, old man with a spine that curled in on itself and a tangled grey beard. Without a word, the man turned to lead Alaric to the Templar Quarters.

It was a mystery how the old culverhouse regularly climbed up the deep steps and walked across the uneven cobblestones to the dovecote. The tick of an old man's mahogany staff and the squeal of Templar armor were all that accompanied their journey until a door to the balcony was opened and the whip of the wind and the coos of doves joined.

The sun that shone across Lake Calenhad blinded him. Beyond squinted eyes, he could just make out the noble Frostback Mountains to his left and the fields of the Bannorn to his right. He felt a light breeze--not just a cool draft--wave through the fabric of his robes. He stopped for just a moment, taking in the warmth of the sun. A Templar pushed him over to the culverhouse, who never stopped for Alaric. They continued towards a small turret on the balcony with rows of nesting holes going through the walls.

On the inside, pigeons from Denerim, Gwaren, Redcliffe, and Amaranthine were hung up in iron cages affixed to the walls. They cooed at the birds on the other side of the round room who only preened themselves in their nests. There, they waited until a message needed to be sent; for only then were they released.

High above the ground, he learned how to take care of the birds. When his mentor returned to the Maker's side, it became his responsibility. The dovecote became his sanctuary, the first time he was left alone with his thoughts since his imprisonment when he was first brought to the Circle.

In truth, he enjoyed his time at the dovecote, meandering along to feel the sunrise upon his face. He enjoyed the modicum of freedom it offered him. He enjoyed having the power to slip in letters of his own after the Templars had checked them over. He enjoyed knowing who everyone in the tower was communicating with.

Everyone desires control, he mused. And when one has control ripped away from them, one must take it from something else in equivalent exchange. He liked keeping the birds captive. He liked sending them away from their nest. He liked having the power to cage another being as he was caged. These symbols of peace and revered messengers. Choking on their olive branches.

Character Notes: First off, this guy's a bit of a freak, and enduring the Blight doesn't help. He only gets worse from here, and there's a reason I call this my "Evil Worldstate". He's weird about the birds. Being their caretaker, he also becomes an expert on many bestiary tomes and has requested leave of the Circle to study them. He's been denied every time.

There's also some canon divergence in the prologue. I see it as a timeskip between the Harrowing and Jowan. There's probably a few years between both events. Jowan isn't his childhood friend, but one of his apprentices in the animal sciences.

Research Notes: Ravens have never been used for sending messages. The depiction of ravens/crows as messengers is a mythological one. Messenger birds are pigeons and some doves because they have great homing abilities. Several theories have been introduced for how they manage to get home, from being able to detect the magnetic field, to being able to identify landmarks, but we really don't know.

In a similar vein, the birds weren't able to fly out to different locations with letters. They’re smart, but still just birds. Someone would take a caged bird to different location, and when a message needed to be sent, it would fly back home with a letter. That's why they're called homing pigeons.

Pigeons within Thedas would likely be housed in a dovecote or pigeon tower. Some were actual towers, and some were carved into a caves. Dovecotes nowadays often look like large birdhouses with many holes for different pairs.

"Culverhouse" is a surname that means "a person who tends to or lives near a dovecote," so that's just the title I'm going with.

#dao #dragon age origins #amell #the warden #alaric amell #my warden #my ocs #worldstate: my valley my shadow #junk writes #mine

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silver-horse · 1 year

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OC Picrews!

I was tagged by @grandmaswormsoup

Images created with Picrew’s “TOON ME!

Okay, so in my main playthroughs I usually create characters who look like me, that’s a bit boring, but I had fun with this so I made slightly different versions to fit each character.

Still, I only made the Dragon Age and Elder Scrolls main characters because the hair and clothes I picked already started to get repetitive. Anyway here they are...

Dragon Age Origins - Warden Amell all dressed up and celebrating after the battle of Denerim, with a local cat because of course she likes cats

Dragon Age 2 - Marian Hawke wearing purple and chilling at home with an orange cat this time (might be Ser Pounce-a-lot...)

Dragon Age Inquisition - Inquisitor Lavellan wearing the ardent blossom. She is befriending one of the ravens from Skyhold’s rookery (Baron Plucky, is that you?)

TES Skyrim - The Last Dragonborn, Imperial Archmage and sneaky archer. Likes to run around in snowy Skyrim wearing nothing but her underwear for the Lols

TES Oblivion - The Hero of Kvatch, Imperial Mage who only wishes she could be good at archery. Alas, too clumsy...

TES Online - The Vestige, Altmer Sorcerer with Caramel ,the abecean ratter cat who is her actual constant companion in the game

Bonus: A potion I created with this potion craft picrew

#this was fun #tag game #picrew #about me #Dragon Age #The Elder Scrolls #potions #spiders #personal post #my post #my posts #ask game #ask games

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the-darkness-does-not-bargain · 1 year

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(pls tell me if this gets annoying)

i played origins last but i love the variety of the spells. i mean, yes, it was A Lot to deal with but once you got your combos down it was like those streetfighter games where you just line up your shots like a sniper & destroy every encounter. but yes Hasted Bea would be !!!

oh yeah. i mean i was toying with the idea of Ava being tranquil & the Breach curing her but your idea is so much better imo so instead healing it = very cool. & yeah maybe when Lilith finds out it’s kind of her Big Trust Moment with Ava & Ava immediately goes a bit nova over the feeling she gets - from Hope - that she could do something like that.

& like, tranquility is so messed up & she definitely had loads of her friends taken by the Templars & made tranquil because Ava would make friends with the most downtrodden/ disobedient kids in her Circle for sure. & like, it’s a very OCS thing, right? watching everyone you love get taken from you, & Ava constantly getting left behind because she’s a spirit healer which makes her juuuuust barely too valuable to be casually made tranquil, hence the fact that she’s killed once the Circle falls. (oh no Diego?? i think there ARE some standards in the circles of not making anyone tranquil before they are a certain age, but maybe he’s not a very strong mage and it would have been almost guaranteed that he’d be made tranquil. kinda like how frances would have killed Diego too). i just... I love the surana/amell origin & i really love the idea of Ava being a circle mage and now being able to reverse tranquility. hell yeah!

coooould Dorian just be an advisor? i mean, i think Ava would rarely bring Solas with her, so in a similar vein? i think Ava would like half the time want to hit Dorian over the head with her staff but he’d introduce her to good wines and food & take her seriously when she wants to talk shop so she’d be like …. alright.

& yeah, Michael as Felix but idk if the blight sickness is a thing with him? or Mary could be like…. yeah i have a solution for that but ur not gonna like it (cue her sending a raven to Shan like ‘ayyy is anyone on this continent in possession of archdemon blood so we can make warden-potion?’) & yeah Bea would Heavily disapprove of all things Tevinter but again they would have things in common & Dorian is pretty responsive to ppl calling him out on things. (some poor writing in-game aside) Bea would be like 'reluctantly.... perhaps i can fix him?' & Ava would be like 'oh when he starts to sound too Tevinter i just mess up his hair. it works really well!'

it would definitely make the Hinterlands shorter if they were, y’know, delegating lol. & then you get all the party dynamics and also the smaller group dynamics when they split up. (oh, the Exalted Plains mission. what’s it called? All New, Faded for Her. Ava would be genuinely devastated - as a spirit healer she’d understand exactly what was done to the spirit & would be so angry & probably Bea would need to calm her down to stop her from drop-kicking the mages responsible through a wall - she’d never kill them but ‘i could be okay with seriously injured, Bea. i could.’

AW YIS Josie & MS!! fjghdkskhgd yes MS getting Leliana’s out & out mischeivous side, mediated through Josie. oh, and would we have MS follow Leliana’s arc of either being ‘hardened’ or ‘softened’ based on the decisions in her personal quest? bc i feel like s2 MS is soft Leliana whereas s1 MS is very post-Justinia Leliana.

i agree i don’t think Ava would use the Well of Sorrows - being beholden to a sketchy elven god? she is too atheist for that shit, & besides the kick that Ava would get out of Morrigan realising who Mythal is and the ‘lmao so now u have to do whatever ur mom says?’ is too good to pass up. :’D and i think ava is already thinking that she has enough things contending for possession of her body - what with the anchor/ Hope/ the Inquisition, & previously templars. she’s finally *somewhat* free and she’s not about to give an inch of it away.

hmmm. in HLtA no Bea yes for angst reasons, watching her fall, not necessarily seeing her tear open the Fade. Bea bloodying her fingers and draining her magic lifting the rubble, sifting through for their bodies, finding nothing. :((((

Ava has to be there, naturally. I think Lilith (fuck, could they… like… leave Lilith in the Fade? to fight the nightmare/ do the Stroud thing? and that’s yk the whole getting killed by the Tarask and coming back?? and she does! step out of the Fade, but she’s different? she can’t be possessed because Seeker, but there are other Fade shenanigans that might be possible, and imo bonding with a spirit is not the same as ‘being possessed’. just a thought but like... seeker Lilith who Came Back Wrong but also has this different view of the Fade and of mages and possession and everything her order has scaremongered about for years... hmmm)

so, if that, then Lilith for sure in HLtA. and then since lil is warrior we could have mary or cam (i like mary, because parallels to lilith’s ‘death’ + her worst fears being HoF Shannon going to her Calling in the Deep Roads is very drama). after that i’m not sure. Solas is always a funny pick because he acts like he’s at the beach & it’s very side-eyes of him to be so at home in the Fade. plus he knows things, but also Dorian because Ava needs someone to joke with or she’ll freak in there (i imagine coming from Aeonar she has some potent nightmare material).

oh shit! Hope in the Fade. remember Anders and Justice? it was just Justice when they went into the Fade! I wonder if that is optional, though i would think… not, but again it’s kind of different because Ava is not dreaming, per say, she’s physically in the fade in her physical body, so i don’t think abomination rules work quite the same, but I think Hope would be more present, & she should glow. as a treat.

do you think that Ava would let the Wardens stay after HLtA? i get the feeling that she would, mainly because imo sending them away is kind of … not the best option. better to keep an eye on them if they’re sketchy, or have their aid if they are not.

and the Winter Palace! who is she siding with? i can see her being ‘yuck Gaspard’ but ALSO ‘yuck Celene’ once she realises that she burned down a whole alienage when the Halamshiral elves tried to campaign for rights/ ‘rebel’.

so i could see her giving a big middle-finger to Orlais and appointing Briala, or making Gaspard/Celene puppets of Briala. (have you read The Masked Empire? it’s like, the one Dragon Age novel i will heartily recommend. also the Cole one (called Asunder i think) because Cole my bby my precious and also Aeonar! anyway in TME Celene and Briala are SOOO fucked up and it’s honestly kind of amazing).

but yeah, Ava being very ‘then perish’ at Halamshiral & taking special pleasure in actually fucking dazzling the court, much to Bea’s astonishment. 100% court-approval Ava Silva. she totally duels someone. : D

If Ava learns how to reverse Tranquility, then she could work with Lilith to reform the Seekers with the added function of acting like an appeals court, where they could determine if the Rite was used appropriately and reverse it if not. They could also act as a kind of rehabilitation service for newly un-Tranquil to help them adjust without causing problems (I'm picturing a mind-body wellness retreat on steroids). Mages would be allowed to join the Seekers as they once tried to in Ameridan's day. They wouldn't have Seeker powers necessarily but they would balance the overwhelming Templar-ness of the organization and act as investigators and judges. This would do so much for Circle reform as well.

Dorian and Solas are probably equal in how often they're called on for missions. Ava respects their insights and maybe takes them on short jaunts or specific missions, but long journeys might just create unneeded friction. Maybe Dorian goes somewhat more frequently so his Thing with Bull can develop while the party watches in embarrassment. And yes, when he starts rambling on about all the ways Tevinter is better than the South, Ava steals his jewel-encrusted mustache comb.

Does Lilith get stuck in the Fade??? Maybe... If she does, then maybe she meets a Spirit of Faith, or even the Faith that made her a Seeker in the first place, and bonds or otherwise interacts with it to become, like the most Seeker-y Seeker to ever Seeker (which is literally what she's always wanted given to her in the most Traumatic way possible, poetry in motion). She reinforces reality so hard she gets punted straight out of the Fade (You KICK Lilith? You kick her body like the football?!) Consequently, this means she can never physically go back to the Fade again, so no Trespasser galivanting for her, and she might even become like the Dwarves, unable to dream or connect to the Fade in any way (big implications there).

Ava definitely glows in the Fade, and everyone is like, "Don't you have a dimmer switch on that thing? You're alerting the demons." She would let the Wardens stay too (exiling them is just a silly decision, don't fuxking alienate the only people who can save Thedas from the Blights, okay? YOU STILL HAVE TWO ARCHDEMONS LEFT!)

I don't think Ava would just let Celene die, but she wouldn't cry about it either. If it happens, then she uses the blackmail on Gaspard to give Briala the true power over the Empire.

The ways you win approval in Halamshiral are so hilariously arbitrary that yes, Ava, with her natural charm, is surprisingly proficient. The only time things might get tricky is if Bea's parents are there, because hoo boy. But then! Vivienne (who is there of course because what's the point otherwise) swoops in before Ava can start throwing hands and so tactfully humiliates them that it's an instant +20 Court Approval and they immediately leave. Afterwards, Ava will thank Viv sincerely with a "you were pretty cool back there" and Viv will preen and act smug like "Of course, my dear, hohoho!" But she is genuinely pleased to help Bea and know that her efforts have been appreciated.

Actually, a note on Viv. Getting possessed is one of Viv's greatest fears, and so Ava's whole deal is like a full existential crisis for her. If Viv goes to the Fade in the HLtA, maybe it helps her get over that fear a little. One because, hey, she just fought her way through the freaking Fade and didn't get possessed despite being surrounded by demons. And Two, she sees Ava and Hope together in a tangible way and realizes that they have a genuine, positive bond, so maybe, just maybe, Viv doesn't need to be scared of every spirit that crosses her path for fear of it trying to control her. I love Viv so much, she's so nuanced, she has The Range.

#warrior nun #dragon age #dragon age au #da:i

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syrupwit · 2 years

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Happy Friday! How about “Any old cat can open a door. Only a witch cat can close a door.” (from House (1977)) - from the dialogue prompts for Morrigan and your Warden?

Happy Friday -- and thank you, I love this prompt for them!

Under the cut, please find ~335 words of Morrigan & f!Amell for @dadrunkwriting.

There was a black cat outside the abandoned farmhouse on the edge of the woods. It followed their approach steadily with gold eyes, then turned tail and ran to the house, vanishing through what appeared to be a crack in the stone wall.

“That is no cat,” said Morrigan. “Tis—”

“A demon?” Solona guessed.

“Did it charm your previous teachers when you interrupted them? No, tis not a demon. I would follow it further, that we might determine its nature.”

This was the opposite of how Solona’s previous teachers might have advised her, but her previous teachers had fostered blood mages and fallen to their own pride, so she wasn’t inclined to give their imagined opinions much stock anymore.

“All right, but I’m going to be very disappointed if it’s a demon,” she told Morrigan.

When they examined the walls, they found them whole and sturdy, with no obvious way for a cat to break in. The windows were boarded up, but the front door yielded with some persuasion.

The farmhouse’s interior was dark and dirty, the walls stained with old soot. There was no sign of the cat, and no smell of magic, no remnants of spells or rituals in the musty air.

“Any old cat can open a door,” said Morrigan, more to herself than to Solona. She sounded almost childish, like she was reciting something. “But only a witch cat…”

Solona closed her eyes and felt as hard as she could. There was something—not in the house, but beyond it, pressing at it like a body at a seam.

“Perhaps we should leave,” she suggested.

“Mm.” Morrigan sounded distracted, but heaved a sigh. “This way is closed to us anyway.”

They left the farmhouse and headed through overgrown, untended fields to the dense woods behind them, where Morrigan believed they would find an herb she was looking for. Solona glanced back and saw the cat watching them from the roof, its gold eyes intent and bony shoulders hunched like a raven.

#nirikeehan #dadwc #dadwc fill

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viiisenyas · 2 years

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How many you want? Because I can send a million 😅 Feel free to pick just one haha

14. hugging with head on shoulder - for Artie and Val 💖

43. raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly - for Alessa and Alistair 💖

45. comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together - for Val and Hawke 💖

51. caressing the other’s cheek - for Giselle and Anders 💖

TOUCHES ASK GAME!

I'm going to put this one in my pocket because I want to do them all for you and I will tag you when I get to them 0u0 but for now I'll do Artie and Val (and omg pls send them all, I love writing cute stuff)

Arthur had arrived in Skyhold the day before his cousin's formal coronation as Inquisitor, and while he was glad to hear of his ascent from Champion of Kirkwall to leading the Inquisition, it didn't compare to how he felt when he learned that Valeriana was within the fortress.

He began to pace on the battlements, waiting for Varric to return with her, and with each minute that passed, his anxiety rose. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to her. After all, it had been over a decade since they'd last seen each other, and during that time, she never returned his letters after he sent his regards to her when he encountered Hawke and Anders in the Deep Roads.

Is she angry that I didn't come to find her? Maker, I hope she understands.

The Warden-Commander unconsciously traced the scar on his cheek before he heard footsteps drawing closer, and the familiar sound of her voice.

"Varric, you know I don't like it when you're secretive." She said.

"Oh, come on, Birdie. You love surprises." Varric chuckled.

"If your friend has a gift basket of sweetrolls, then I'll forgive it."

She sounds just as lovely as she did before.

Arthur's cheeks grew warm, and his heartbeat began to race. He let out a soft sigh before pushing his fingers through his raven hair, and he turned his head. Her large green eyes seemed more radiant in the sunlight and he offered a soft smile that quickly fell when he caught the sight of the brand on her forehead.

The grief he felt when he learned of her becoming Tranquil returned, and the Warden huffed, shaking his head.

Thank the Maker she's cured.

"A-Arthur?" Valeriana squeaked. She shifted her wide gaze towards Varric and Amell watched as her lips fell open.

"I'll let you two catch up." The dwarf smiled before turning on his heel to walk away.

"Maker, I thought I'd never see you again!" She exclaimed as she quickly approached him. She threw her arms around his waist, and he returned the gesture, feeling his heart flutter.

Then, a wave of melancholy overcame him as he realised that the tender moments they could have shared together were stolen by the Templars and the Blight. Amell held her tighter, and began to sway from side to side, afraid that if he let go of her, she would vanish.

"I'm so sorry, Val. I should have been there to protect you." He murmured, bringing his palm to the back of her head. He began to stroke her hair comfortingly as he listened to her sobbing against him. "I should have gone to Kirkwall sooner."

"It's not your fault, Arthur. I don't blame you." She sniffled.

"You... you're not angry at me?" The Warden pulled back a bit to look at her, and he furrowed his brow.

Valeriana shook her head, sniffling once more before she pressed her cheek just below his shoulder. "I was never angry at you, Arthur."

While he was relieved to hear that she held no grudge against him, the sadness that filled his heart increased.

"Then, why haven't you written back?" Arthur asked, tone softening.

"It's a long story," She confessed, letting go of him. She took a few paces back, and clutched her arm before casting her gaze downward. "If you'll accompany me to the garden, I'll tell you, but..." She sighed and he didn't miss the way she was frowning. "You'll want to sit down."

I'm not going to like this, am I?

Arthur paused for a moment, pondering the possibilities of what news she might give him before taking a breath. He offered her his hand, and smiled when she grasped it.

"Lead the way, love."

#MY HEART #I wanted to do this in the Circle but a reunion in skyhold honestly hits harder #and the fact that he still held a torch for her after all these years AAAAAA ;n;#it's a little awkward because she is actively in a relationship with hawke but ehehehe #that's for later #and you can bet your boots that I'm including this in the story 0u0 #how can I not? it's heckin cute!#n7viper #ask games #otp: i am hers and she is mine #also artie is a tall boi so #she cant put her head on his shoulder while standing lololol

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thetruthaboutnolan · 7 months

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So gotten a quite a few asks from accounts. Most of you were nice or just mature so I'll take the time to answer your asks without with publishing your blog names but publicly not privately. As for those obvious burner accounts that were vile, go touch grass.

Do you remember the groups you've been on?

Yes and no. I remember the groups that lasted more than a few weeks and the ones I was on for more than a few days. After Raven's now deleted callout there were a series of them I was on for anywhere between a few hours to a couple of days that I don't remember the names to at all. So I'll start that trail where I can.

Delta Prime

Now digging into this last night I noticed I was actually wrong about when I joined Tumblr all these years ago. I thought it was early 2014 (like January of that year) But now I know the exact date was December 15, 2013. I know this as looking into the first group (it was called Delta Prime) deleted the main a long time ago. However, I know character accounts still existed. Going through them I remember the face claim of the first account I ever got a reply from mostly because I had a thing for Matt Lanter for a few years around this time. So here it is the first ever post I made and the first ever reply. Can't view it from my blog's end since it was one of the few I revamped for my Griffin O'Callahan character. Because it only says '9 years ago' I went through the archive to find it and make it easier for you all to see its the same post and then see the date itself.

Anyway, there was in-character drama here but nothing out of it at least from me. The main mysteriously disappeared in mid-February and when I contacted everyone I regularly spoke to they told me that the admin was getting harassed by some of the members who complained aggressively to the admin every time they did an event and people didn't like how often they were or their character didn't have an immediate reason to care about it etc etc.

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After that, it was a series of Teen Wolf roleplays that were pretty great and fun. Don't have any screenshots of this as I can't even remember the account just that I used Charlie Carver and his character from the show and had a ship with a Jensen Ackles character. I say its a series of groups as it was the same group made by the same admin who was just moving it to a new blog. She did this because apparently, and I didn't learn this til years later when I learned there were tags and blogs for rpc topics like 'rpt' and such. She was known for being insanely toxic and obsessed with the character Derek Hale. They kept getting found and she would reopen and close them til she ultimately stopped.

After that, it was two RPs I can't quite remember the names of. I just remember one has something to do with a giant red tree called 'The Blood Tree' I was there for a couple of weeks before just bouncing out of boredom. I heard it reopened years later then shut down for drama and some members made a continuation group without the admin's permission I would join when it popped up. Then the other I think was called Wolves of War or War of Wolves. I used a Stephen Amell face claim and left when someone using the actress who played Felicity joined specifically to ship with whoever was using Stephen and went mad when they saw I was already in a ship.

A Legend Reborn

After this came the first pain in the ass also known as A Legend Reborn. Now, I admit this place impressed me with how in-depth its lore was. Some liberties were clearly taken when it came to staff's characters regarding the powers but their roleplay, their choice to make their characters specifically OP. I joined taking this skeleton character and talking to both staff and all those connected to him in the bio. It was my understanding through those talks that Julian was just some former druggie playboy who was the pretty face poster boy for the Original who would be the one that taught him how to use his ability of Memory. Think photographic memory with the ability to invade and perfectly recall the memories of others. He was to slowly start being a spy for the rebel organization using his charisma and memory ability to make connections and learn skills needed to be a good spy. The players of Zach and Rachel Teer also were interested in making Julian a close friend to both of them. Close almost besties with Zach and close in a different manner with Rachel which in the game, as we posted, moved to being close romantically. Julian's Original mentor was not in play so I was told just to pretend she was 'around' and just try to avoid bringing her up so anyone who took her wouldn't feel forced into going along with something, not in the bio. She was one of the Originals that had 'all the abilities' but they were at omega or 'just learning them' levels while Julian was at Alpha or 'the highest level' with his single power and technically would have been more powerful in a sense.

Everything was fine the first few weeks here. I had plots, a lot of threads, and was talking to quite a few people on Skype. Can't remember if it has an OOC space but I know I had like six players' contacts on Skype at the time. The first event hit and I didn't know in a three-way thread you only got the activity alert for the person who reblogged you not the one who reblogged them and you had to know when that person posted. So the group I was in basically went nowhere and I was screamed out for not posting in it. Then a few weeks later came my single drama on here. Zach Teer who again was supposed to be the BBF of Julian according to the pre-accepted plotting we did and the staff approved of; had a player that was given special treatment. Now I was never told directly why, I just got various stories. Admin Mary said that she lived in the Middle East and 'I know what that place is like' so we're lucky she has internet at all. The admin I normally spoke with said she was a student in NYC and sometimes focused on classes and Mary allowed her to pass all activity checks so long as she posted anything even if it was just a reblog of a photoset. Rachel's player told me they were friends with Mary and just allowed to be active for a day or two to pass every activity check and she was used to not posting her character with her brother for at least a month before the player decided to post again. I heard her activity got a lot better like seven months after I was long gone.

Anyways, as stated numerous times before. She wasn't posting in our thread which was one where Julian was supposed to take some skill knowledge from him. Sent three messages each 7 to 8 days apart asking if she was going to post, and she said yes and she was sorry, I said forget in the last one and that I wouldn't be posting with her anymore til I trusted the activity would go up. Within hours I was kicked out for sending three messages so far apart and being obsessed with the face claim trying to get my character with her's and not playing mine right. This is funny since he was all but in a relationship with the sister. It also explained why the character that was with Zach was hostile to Julian and why the player would respond to me in DMs passive-aggressively. They revamped Julian using everything I was doing as the character to make him a former pretty boy turned spy. Other than the starting 'thing' with Rachel, they basically made him exactly how I left him off but changed his original mentor.

War of the New Age

Once I was 'invited to leave' there, I did indie RPing with some of the people I had plots with there until they were threatened for doing it. I quickly found WOTNA, mostly do regret it, but also kind of don't since I got one of my best online buds from there. This one is even more epically long so I'll try to keep it short.

Basically, I met a guy I'll call G, don't need to hide his name he has no plans to ever return to roleplaying on tumblr but happy with indie Discord RPing. But I respect the guy and if he ever changes his mind I don't want him hounded like others are who don't have anything awful to post about me. He had a character that was extremely similar to a canon I made on Sequence back on Jcink. He admits to knowing of the character and he did forum RPs before. He then later adds this to the story. We thread and plot together and everything is great for a few weeks. Eventually, G begins to complain to the main admin about something but never tells me til years later. What was this thing? Well, I moved my character too much in a post. Literally, in the post that triggered this, his character knocks on the door to my character's home. I have my character answer the door, greet his character, and then move to sit back down and continue eating his breakfast. G felt I was 'power playing in a way' as even though I moved my character and my character alone, he felt he had to react to everything my character did and move the thread along based on my direction. So Admin M takes this to her staff and a handful of people in their friend group and tells them that G says I'm forcing him into things. G admits this never was said. On my end all G asks me is if I can edit a post here and there, he doesn't say why just if I can. I'm happy to but it gets annoying on the fourth time and not being told why so I can avoid it. This only gets G more and more mad that it keeps happening and he keeps feeling a loss of control, complaining to admin M and going from asking to demanding.

Now bare in mind that at this time G and I are both talking and posting regularly. When we're both online we're chatting and posting almost nonstop. We're pretty close as friends outside of the group even exchange pictures here and there. And in the group, we're both able to post 200-400 word replies to each other within like 4 to 5 minutes. When one of us is posting, the other is typing their replies to others but we are flooding the dash and even discover that there is a limit to how many posts you can make in one hour as we both hit it a few times. We both love this. At this time there was also another drama G apparently was in but that source is questionable at best. Admin M was also taking every time that G complained to their clique and twisting what G told her riling them up. Even G knew of the clique. Another person decides to insert themselves as a way of 'helping' G and suddenly she and I are both getting really hateful anon messages. I tell the admins but they ignore me, she tells them and claims she believes them to be from me. So members start being openly hostile, the admin team is hostile and even G is being hostile to me and I'm getting told I'm hated, worthless, suck at writing, no one likes me, I'm stupid etc etc. I grew up with a father who was very abusive, verbally, physically, emotionally, and mentally. As well as a mother who enabled it as she was raised to believe the man of the house was the be-all and end-all. With this treatment, my past, and my own mental health issues, I eventually left the group willingly and it was the first time I made an attempt on my own life.

None of this is even touching on the person who I mistakenly made a co-admin of Sequence who admitted to being the one sending the anon hate to everything. Had to say whatever I could get keep that confession going. Or the drama of a stolen character that place pulled on a former clique member. And for good measure I'll include a few of me talking to Admin M after some time of having aired things out. Now these are out of order and the conversation had multiple topic shifts. They were on a flash drive that got damaged during a move so only recovered a few and I put them in order via the time stamps. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

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After that I joined Mount Prospect for a couple of weeks max before it closed down the second of like four times. No drama when I was on it but the admin did steal my characters after I asked they be deleted. Did go back to it before its last shutdown and played the second character I had made there since someone else had my Griffin and became friends with that player, think Jo forgot all about that though haha. Then I had Sequence for almost six months but really is was more like four. The last two it was open my friend was actually playing all my characters as I recovered from my second RPC-triggered S attempt. After that, it was like 20 or 30 groups I joined for like a day before someone ran that call-out post to the admins and I was kicked out either because they believed it or because they didn't or didn't care but were getting harassing anons about me so I had to go. A few stand out though from that time as I had been there a while. Project Guardian, Project Gaia, and Badlands were all ability RPs I was on til they closed. Crystal Cove, I was there maybe a month before its main dead. SALUTEM, for a few weeks, nice people, still talk to a couple of the gals I met there it was just boring after a few weeks. lykos which was a questionable choice I admit. Cursed Blood, that place was toxic, Mutates, oh and Astoria loved that place but ship drama where I didn't want to do a poly relationship. and with good ol' G I were on Lynx and academy abilities RP but he left it after they allowed uber strong powers. There was a second one but can't remember what it was called for the life of me. Oh and I was on Colony 22 for a long time.

Honorable mentions that I'm sure I'll be accused of not mentioning. Empire which I was on for like 4 days. Had a few plots then got messaged by a staff member that apparently was supposed to kick me out but they didn't. They spoke to me about the situation with Raven and apologized for how it affected me. But they did tell me the other staff members wanted me gone as one was friends with Raven so I thanked the admin and told them I would luckily by suing Raven soon then left after telling my plot partners bye. I guess the other admins spread that I threatened to sue them? I dunno. I did have my lawyer draw up a subpoena on Raven's blog but within hours they had put out a post asking everyone to stop posting, commenting, mentioning, and caring about our drama. Then either deleted or private their call-out posts and it kind of sunk the case unless I wanted to go after them for emotional damage and defamation which are much harder than just showing they were a liar. Hollow Grove. A disgustingly toxic group. I already have my Google doc out there showing all the DMs I got of staff telling me one thing, making stuff up, making drama with other members and being shut down. To this day I still hear how people either really liked it there or hated it and were traumatized by the staff. Then Corinth Bay where there was no actual drama other than staff not having clear lore, deciding to change bits of lore mid-game and claiming I was 'writing my own' as if you didn't know my character was conjuring fire as a witch since DAY ONE and only brought it up and added it to the lore witches couldn't conjure their element shortly before kicking me out for 'activity'. The two who ranted about me after that were later revealed to be psychopathic stalkers and their friends blocked them.

Since then it was just small groups and my own two groups. Its been pretty fun and peaceful thankfully.

#rpt

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