#sausages tavern au
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Main Sausage’s Tavern people:
Sausage: Ran away from his village after the king went mad, he found a place to build and built a place where people could go if they needed to.
Jimmy: Was trying to find a place to re-build after the last server he was in got blown up by a criminal, he swore to protect those who come to live in the town.
Shelby: Got lost on her way to where she was sent by the Witches Academy and found Sausage’s Tavern. She decided that since her Academy was incredibly corrupt, she’d stay and build here. Her shop, Magical Makes, is Sausage’s Tavern’s supplier for magical items.
Katherine: Got exiled by her home SMP, Glimmergrove, when she turned of age so she could survive in her own due to her being cursed. She goes adventuring from time-to-time, but mostly works as a seamstress for anybody who needs it.
Scott: Just a wandering fella who decided to settle down after he caught feelings for a certain bartender and Sheriff.
Fwhip: Goblin who looks up to the Sheriff… a lot. Unfortunately, in this AU, goblins have weird ways of showing that they look up to people. Like shrines. Fwhip has a shrine underground his house for the Sheriff, which is a little concerning but hey! Nobodies found it yet!
Gem: The younger sibling to a corrupt now-queen who exiled her. She’s still in denial so she likes to be called Princess Gem and tried to build a castle but Sausage wouldn’t allow that so she settled for a house. She tends to animals :)
False: Fell through the roof of Sausage’s Tavern with zero memory of where she came from. She attempted to pay for damages done to the roof but Sausage wouldn’t let her and said “Accidents happen, no big deal!” False is very confused.
Joel: A god who is smitten with Sausage and enjoys toying (No pun intended) with Jimmy / the Sheriff.
Lizzie: A cat-human on the run from hybrid hunters. Sausage’s Tavern is the only place she feels comfortable enough to take off her human disguise.
Joey: Got stranded after his ship got destroyed from a fight and his left arm had to be amputated, reluctantly built a house due to not being able to set sail until he gets a water-proof prosthetic arm.
Pixlriffs: Archeologist who was exploring for a place to live, settled near Sausage’s Tavern.
Oli: Much like False, he fell through Sausage’s Tavern’s roof. He didn’t know how he has gotten there but that’s all he had forgotten. Sausage told him he’s probably a dimension hopper and then asked if he needed anything to eat or drink. He lives in one of the Tavern’s rooms as he’s still building his house.
That’s all! Any more questions about this AU?
Sausage after two people fall through his roof: this is fine.
This is so cool! I really like Gem and Joey's story. And oh GOSH what happened to Jimmy's server. Like hello????
I love close knit communities in fiction, love this au already! Is it just shenanigans or is it plot?
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Ship in a Bottle Pt.1
(We doing something different this time! A borrower au with Private Scosage because I like cute smol things, plus this is a birthday gift for my online older brother, Auto!)
(Warnings: Fearplay Possessive behavior)
It had been a normal night for Scott. He had made the two day trip to the town of the Faction Isles to gather some essential resources for a borrower such as himself, something that the Herons had sorely lacked. Don’t get him wrong, his fellow herons, as he affectionately calls them, are great. They have plenty of food and fresh water that he’ll never go hungry or thirsty. But snagging a spare fish hood or thread was impossible when they only bought what they needed, rarely having extra.
Scott had just finished raiding Missy’s storage for some string, tying it to the new hook he had borrowed from Hook’s supplies the previous night. Deciding to test the new hook, Scott threw the hook onto a crate, the hook catching on the wooden ledge. Tugging the rope a little bit to test if it was anchored down, began climbing up the rope. Scott was pleased to find the string was thick and strong like he had hope, easily supporting his weight. Once Scott reached the top of the crate, Scott admired the view.
The crate he stood upon was on the side of the tavern. From here, Scott could see the whole town square and the pier beyond in the early evening. The sight took his breath away, his tail flicking in wonder. Idly he thought if humans saw this every night.
Scott was knocked out of his head by the sound of glass shattered inside the tavern and loud drunken laughter.
Oh right. He still had to be careful.
The downside of living on the Isle is that pirates don’t have proper sleep schedules, making it difficult to borrow at any time. But luckily for Scott he was born and raised on this island so he quite used to it.
What he wasn’t quite used to was drunk sailors stumbling around.
Scott made a surprised squeak as two Kestrels exited the tavern singing drunken sea shanties, one of them knocking into the crate he was standing on. Scott stumbled as the crate started to tip, making Scott go with it.
Scott didn’t have time to scream as he fell and hit the stone ground, just barely missed being crushed by the fallen crate. Wincing, Scott stood up, checking himself over. He was relieved to find a few bruises but nothing serious. Scott scooped up his satchel and secured it safely to his body before momentarily relaxing.
“I think I might have drank too much Sausage because I’m seeing a little humanoid rat.”
Scott froze at the human voice, glazing up, only to lock eyes with two very drunk humans staring down at him. Scott felt as though his legs had turned to stone. His instincts screamed at him to move! But he remained firmly planted.
“How dare you call that fine little fellow a rat Oli! He’s too cute to be a mere rat.” The other human, Sausage, replied. “He’s cute enough to be a gem!”
Scott snapped out of his frozen state by the comment, a blush crawling up his face and turning his ear tips red. Shaking his head, Scott booked it into the grass, pointedly ignoring the drunken shouting. Once far away enough and knowing the human had stopped following, Scott leaned against the wall of stone, catching his breath.
That had been way too close for comfort, Scott thought.
Luckily they were probably drunk enough to forget about him, he decided. Scott sighed and began the long journey back toward Heron base. As he walked he couldn’t help but think about how handsome the human, Sausage had been. —————————————————————————————————
The next time Scott had an encounter with Sausage, it was at the Kestrel’s base.
While Scott preferred to avoid the Kestrel’s base like the plague due to how meticulously they handled their treasures, it had to be done. Scott was a simple borrower but after finding out that is long lost brother, Acho, had returned and was residing at the Nightingales, Scott knew he had to give him something special.
Currently Scott was in the kitchen of the faction base, browsing the selection of fine imported foods that seemed to be littered around carelessly around the counters. He glanced over at the odd orange and pink fuzzy fruit that smell sweeter then anything Scott had a pleasure of eating but decided that it was definitely way too big. Moving on, he examined a bunch of small red berries with green leaf tops with seeds outside of them. He sniffed them as was pleased to find they were also sweet, his tail swaying as he picked one up but then paused as he was about to put it in his satchel.
It was well passed midnight, so it surprised Scott as the glow of a touch appeared on the wall. He quickly dropped the unusual berry and quickly hid in an overturned wooden mug. The mug shook slightly as human footsteps approached his hiding place. Scott held his breath as he coward, silently pleading to the universe that he wouldn’t be found.
Unfortunately for Scott, his pleads when unanswered as the mug was grabbed. Scott tumbled out onto the counter in plain view of the human. The human made a horrible screech that had Scott’s ears ringing before he was rudely hit over the head with the wooden mug. The last thought Scott had before everything went black was ‘Shit.”
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When Sausage when to get a midnight drink, he had not expected a little mouse man to fall out of his mug. Out of instinct more than fear, he had smacked the poor guy over the head with said mug. Which leads to his current problem; a motionless body of a little mouse man.
Biting his lip, Sausage carefully picked up the little guy, who hung limply in his hands. Sausage pales and hoped to ever god he believed in that he had not just killed this innocent soul. Pressing his ear to the mouse-like persons chest, he released a small relieved breath as he heard a little heartbeat. Sausage also ran a finger through the guys ginger hair, checking the guys head. Relaxing fully when he realized he just gave him a little bump, nothing too bad.
Now reassured that the little guy would live, Sausage examined his find in the touch light. The small humanoid creature had two small ginger mouse like ears with a long furry ginger tail to match. Ginger hair fell into his cute human-like face, with the exception of small whiskers on his cheeks. On his torso, a little blue jacket with gold thread’s for the cuffs and a white shirt underneath it. His hands, more human than not, with the slightest hint of claws and was more furrier. His legs once again reminded Sausage that this wasn’t just a tiny human, as they appeared to be animal like. Small paws were visible at the ends of the mouse-rabbit like legs. Ginger fur covered them coarsely as Sausage petted one of the appendage, causing it to twitch but the creature remained knocked out.
Sausage blinked a little bit as he realized how long he had just been sitting there staring at the little guy. The small man was quite pretty, prettier than most humans he had met. He would make a wonderful treasure, Sausage thought.
Cradling him to his chest, Sausage decided to abandon the idea of getting a drink as he carried his new treasure back to his room. As he walked through the halls back to his room, Sausage thought of decorating his new pet in gold. Just imagining it made Sausage grin like a mad man. Humming a tune, Sausage quickly when into his room and then paused, realizing that he didn’t have a good place to keep his new treasure.
Grimacing, he scanned his room for a good container he could keep his pet in. Sausage started to frown as he scanned through most his room until his eyes fell on a miniature glass jar with a cork top that he used to have fireflies in. His eyes lilt with excitement as he walked over to it, setting his treasure carefully on the sheets of his bed as he passed, taking care not to disturbing him from his slumber.
Sausage grabbed the tiny jar and brought it over to his desk. Lighting the candle next to him, he began to work on the perfect display for his new mouse friend. Pulling off the cork top, he cut a few small holes into the cork to allow oxygen into the jar. Next, Sausage found a metal ring and embedded it into the cork with hot wax. Once cooled, he grabbed a golden chain and threaded it through the partially open ring. Grinning, Sausage held up the new necklace he had just crafted.
Moving on, Sausage grabbed a few soft fabrics from his collection and placed them in the bottom of the jar. He also threw in a few cotton balls he had laying around. Deeming the enclosure done, Sausage focused his attention on a certain little fellow.
Giddy with glee, Sausage got up and went over his jewelry box. He sorted through and gather golden rings and small golden bracelets. His hand hovered over a silver band with a blue gemstone. Deciding to grab it, Sausage then stroll over to his bed. Placing the jewelry next to the sleeping form, Sausage compared each golden band and chain before deciding on simple gold bracelet that drapes nicely over his companion’s body and a gold earring that sat loosely around his neck. Something in Sausage purred as he looked at his new friend with the gold on him. The silver ring rested on snugly on the mouse man’s brow, making him look like a little prince. Sausage giggles at the thought and picked up the boy, placing him in his new home.
Fatigue suddenly hit Sausage as he realized just how late it was. Yawning, Sausage placed the cork back onto the jar and blew out the candle before crawling into bed. Rolling over, Sausage stared at his new treasure’s sleeping form with something borderline possessiveness. The mouse man had moved slightly and had curled up into a ball in the fabric. Grinning once more, Sausage sighed and closed his eyes, falling asleep.
The next morning when Sausage got up, he got dressed and was about to leave when the small jar caught his eyes. Smirking, he carefully lifted the necklace over his head. Smiling down, Sausage headed out proudly with his catch.
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Scott groaned a little bit as he began to wake up. His head was pounding as he forced his eyes open. His vision was fuzzy for a moment before he blinked again. His eyes widen as he was met with an ocean view. It was only then Scott realized he was swaying slightly.
Sitting up quickly, Scott pressed against the back wall. Sleep melting from his mind as he quickly realized that he was in a jar. Looking up, he practically froze when he spotted the human from last night. His heart was in his throat as he leapt away from the body, only to hit the other side of the jar.
In his panic, Scott realized he had been decorated with human trinkets. Scott took the ring off of his head and threw it away from himself. The ring clinked against the glass as it bounced off and landed on the fabric. He gripped the odd golden collar but couldn’t manage to get it off.
“Hm? Oh! You’re awake! I was beginning to worry!”
Scott squeaked in surprise as his prison was hoisted up to eye level with the human. His blood rushed in his ears as he pressed away as far back as he could get from the human. Against his control, his body started shaking. Wide terrified blue eyes met giant brown ones.
“Hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay.” The human attempted to soothe. “I’m not gonna hurt you little fella. At least I think you’re a fella, are a fella?”
Scott stayed frozen as he shook, not wanting to let him know he was sentient but nods slightly.
The human grinned, “Nice you met you little fella! I’m Captain Sausage! What’s your name?”
His loud voice boomed his is sensitive ears, making him pin his ears down as he quivered.
“S-Scott….” He whispered, curling in on himself.
“That’s a cute name for a cutie such as yourself!” Sausage sang. “I’m curious what you are actually but that can be a later topic. Are you hunger by chance?”
Scott, despite being scare, blushed at the words. He shook his head as he wasn’t hungry and still had plenty of crumbs to eat from the herons in his satchel.
“Aw, okay. Well I hope you enjoy your carrier as you’ll be with me most of the time, my little treasure! Just let me know if you want to change it or make it comfortable! Ooh! I can’t wait to show you to my friends! They’ll be so jealous!”
Sausage’s rambling faded into the background as Scott paled and panic over took his senses. He was gonna be a pet. Just another treasure to be treated as an object. Plus he was gonna reveal his whole species and his baby brother. Tears gathering in his eyes as he hugged his knees to his chest, tail curling up on his feet.
A tiny sob broke Sausage out of his rambling, glancing to the jar, he see his sweet little gemstone curled in to a ball, shoulder trembling with sobs.
“Oh no, It’s okay! I promise. I bet I’m scary but I promise you that I’ll treat you right.” Sausage comforted. “You just need time to adjust. You’ll see, within a few weeks, you’ll see that this is the best for you.”
Sausage lowered the necklace back to his chest and rubs the outer glass lovely before he goes back to sailing. Scott hiccups in fright at the words and begs for his brother to find him.
(Part 2 coming soon, hopefully. :3)
#alternate universe#smajor#owenjuicetv#pirate scott#scurvyblr#smajor1995#dangthatsalongname#scott smajor#scosage#piratessmp#psmp#mcyt#mcyt g/t#Tiny!scott#mythicalsausage#giant!sausage#hybrid scott#Borrower!Scott#ggacho#Tiny!Scott Au
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Generally plot synopsis of my fwhimmy tangled au. Because I have no one else to tell this too but tumblr dot com
Basically when Jimmy was young, the cod and salmon were very big enemies, and whatever was happening was making the cod deathly sick. To protect him, Lizzie hid her brother and herself in a tower. But as the years passed, the problem was slowly solved, and now all the fish folk get along pretty well. But Lizzie had always told Jimmy the outside was dangerous, and he had to stay inside. She wasn't she how to tell him otherwise, but considered doing so. Eventually she starts lying, so things won't change and she can keep him close forever, while also enjoying the life she'd started to build outside the tower. (I have more thoughts and ideas for Lizzies character here don't you worry. She's very complex and I can't wait to dig into that more >:])
For his whole life, Jimmy is stuck in the tower. He doesn't mind it really, but he can see a river just outside his window. His instincts are always telling him to go to the water!! Go to the river!! But he's a little scared, admittedly. But but, he's also eighteen and maybe it would be a good birthday present. Maybe Lizzie would let him leave the tower, just once, on his birthday? She doesn't, but it's a good attempt, and it only makes Jimmy more motivated to leave no matter what.
And then we have fwhip, the prince of their kingdom. The royal family has its own issues, but in short they leave the prince feeling a more than a little slighted. Like his sister Gem gets more attention than him. So naturally, he starts acting up, starts doing petty crimes, because they can't arrest him. The only thing they can do is scold him and lock him in the castle, which he can always sneak out of.
One day, when the summer festival is being set up, fWhip almost ruins it. Which means he's in pretty good trouble and currently being chased down. (the two thieves flynn allies with in the movie are replaced by sausage and joey, guards who are very close to the head guard, xornorth) So he runs from the guards, and manages to loose them in the woods. And in the woods he finds a tower with a boy in it, who knocks him out lol. But once fwhip is awake, Jimmy seizes his opportunity. If fwhip takes him to the water, then he'll keep the prince out of trouble. And fwhip agrees, because its the only way to get back into town without being arrested (and maybe he thinks jimmy is kinda pretty)
and then he learns about lizzie, whos his friend, and how he's been keeping her brother hostage and lying to him for what has to be a decade at this point. safe to say fwhip is. greatly horrified. he realizes he cant let jimmy go back to the tower, and starts workshopping a plan to get them both back to the castle safely. he doesn't care about whatever trouble hes in anymore, jus getting jimmy out of his horrible living situation.
You know the bar they go to in the movie? Yep, that's fill of hermits!! fwhip frequents the tavern when he cans, so he knows they can help him. [insert the i got a dream song here. btw.] He talks to Grian about jimmy's situation, and manages to sneak both of them out. But they are chased by sausage and joey again, who have started working with lizzie after she returned home to find jimmy missing. she says fwhip kidnapped him, and sausage is doubtful, but he believes it, if only a way to get his friend in custody temporarily. Lizzie also overhears what happens at the tavern, so she starts making her own plan to stop fwhip and jimmy before they get to the castle.
also gandalf, gems cat, fills the sidekick animal role. he just shows up randomly to help them/be a problem. he helps them get away from joey and sausage, and then the cat is gone again. after that, fwhip and jimmy manage to get into the town, and enjoy the summer festival. they meet the rest of fwhip and lizzies friends, the empires crew, and all of them adore jimmy to bit. he bonds with joel especially, not having any idea that he's dating lizzie.
eventually, they have to leave the festival, because both lizzie and the guards have caught up to them. they manage to slip away that evening as everyone prepares to send the lanterns out, but gems onto them. probably because of her magic act tbh, who bothered them the wholeee festival.
The lantern scene happens. Jimmy and Fwhip, on a boat all by themselves with lanterns around. And yes, unlike tangled they do kiss! But the moment is over once they get to shore sadly. lizzie is there to take jimmy home, all while fwhip gets taken into custody a few feet away. jimmy does start protesting that he doesnt want to go home, but lizzie is too scared to let him leave the tower forever, and starts dragging him back anyways.
in the meantime, fwhip manages to convince sausage and joey of whats really happening. they're both a little reluctant, but they give him a palace horse and let him go after lizzie and jimmy. they're to go find xornorth at what remains of the festival, and fill them in before heading out to the tower themselves. gandalf leads gem and joel over to them as theyre talking to xornorth, and the two of them join in on going to the tower.
back at said tower, jimmy is fucking miserable man. he just wants to go back to the water, and fwhip. As soon as lizzie has her back turned he's sneaking out the window, only find the little intervention party waiting for him outside. i wont go into full detail of the scene, but quite a lot happens. i could do it more justice when i actually write it, compared to this quick little summary (its not the only detail im admitting haha)
in the end, all of them go back to the palace, lizzie being held as a prisoner for a little bit. but eventually, she requests to go back to the tower. they let her, figuring it better if she's further away from jimmy right now. he still cares about her, but he's pretty traumatized from what happened that night. but he heals with time, and by getting closer to fwhip and the empires crew. (at first fwjip isnt sure if he should try to advance the relationship anymore, but they get there eventually, once jimmy has healed enough <3)
i think im going to end it with lizzie saying sorry. jimmys not going to accept her back right away, nor is everyone else, but that will take time. shes going to finally leave that tower herself, and thats all that matters. that theyre both our of the tower for good.
i have a lot more planned but again, this is just a general summary. very excited to finally get writing it hehe
#ron.txt#the tangled au#I had to stop myself from tangled info dumping at points. So this is understandable even if you don't remember the movie#I am also open to more of this au based off the tangled series :] (<-- old hyperfixation leaking thru)#fwhimmy#once again flooding that tag. sorry guys lmao#feel free to talk/ramble about this to me its been rotting my brain!!#empiresshipping
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March 12: Loveless / AU (for @mcyt-aro-week)
“You hate Valentine’s Day,” Fwhip deadpanned.
“No,” Gem said, flicking at a piece of lint off the tavern table. “It’s not that.” She let out a huff, a sort of sigh that was unbecoming of somebody of her composure. “You’re misinterpreting me.”
Sausage pointed at her with his flask. “Then what’s the matter with the flowers?”
“It was a sweet gesture, I guess.”
Fwhip frowned. “You guess? She was totally coming onto you!”
“Yes! Yes, that’s the problem!”
The wheels turned in Fwhip and Sausage’s heads. Gem stared expectantly.
Fwhip facepalmed. “Oh.”
“Idiots,” she muttered, and Sausage full belly laughed.
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if you want a drabble request from me I would love a small drabble of anything considered to the underwater au :P
(finally catching up on Martyn's pirate streams so it's coming back to my brain to consume me)
thubs up
The man in the tavern is unfamiliar, and Scott is immediately drawn to him. How could he not be, when those pretty red-brown eyes and that swooping blond hair tied back with a dried seaweed string are so unusual, so alluring?
Sausage catches the way his eyes scan Martyn's form across a room of plastered pirates, and grins. "You're interested?"
"I might be," Scott sing-songs.
"Don't bet all your cards. I hear he's a real flirt, but he won't put his money where his mouth is."
"I reckon I could change his mind."
Sausage hums. "Confident."
"I know my worth."
#ilexworks#underwater au#scosage#majorwood#mythjorwood#the poll back at the time was too close to call i like mythjorwood better than littlescosage or majorwoodsage so im sticking with it#ask game
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Does Oli have a role in fae au? Or any of the others, mainly wondering cause he joined Empires pretty recently.
Okay okay, I haven't really thought about it all that much, but I think it'd be really funny if he was in the same boat as BigB and Sausage.
Pearl got a little too attached and straight up kidnapped them.
And unlike every other human thus far, they actually had a home. A loving family, a relatively normal life. They played for the local tavern every weekend, they were, all things considered, a regular (if a bit strange in personality) human being.
And then they got kidnapped by Pearl. Pearl heard their singing and was really impressed by it, so she just yoinked them right off the streets.
She wasn't cruel to them by any means, she just wanted them to sing for her from time to time. But of course, Oli missed their home. So they went to Shrub, who's old enough to remember when the fae moved from the forest to their current court positions (she was a child when it happened), and she sympathized with their situation of abruptly being ripped from their home. She told Pearl to let them go back to his village, which she obliged after realizing that Oli really was unhappy with her.
But when they got back, it was... gone. Burnt to the ground. Destroyed in a battle between two warring kingdoms over who knows what. There was nothing left but bodies scattered across the barren wasteland that was once his village.
Not knowing where else to go, they went back to the fae who, upon hearing what happened, eagerly accepted them back.
They’re definitely the type that hides their trauma behind a wide smile and a shitton of jokes. They’ll casually drop the most horrific piece of information about their past and then immediately follow up with "lmao" or something along those lines.
They’re besties with Sausage now, and they do perform at gatherings from time to time. Definitely repressing some of their memories but it's fiiiiiiiinnneee
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Not really an official au but Empires/Afterlife Mermaid-Pirate AU !
First pic is Lizzie and Joel, second is Jimmy and Scott :]
You can read the short little things about the AU under the cut if u want!
Lizzie is a mermaid who met Joel through a Pirate Ship, Lizzie was inspired and wanted to be one as well :D so she wanted to talk to him but uhm. he fainted because he was shook- now they hang out a lot at shore and slowly fall for each other.
Jimmy is a pirate along with Joel and Sausage! They travel the seven seas together, sometimes they bring Fwhip with them. One day, Jimmy finds a little cave full of treasures but he also finds-- a Scott! Scott is a mermaid, he is friends with Lizzie :D He doesn't have good memories of humans, so he doesn't trust them and often avoids being seen by them. His brother was took by humans so.... But as they hang out more a lot Scott warms up to Jimmy from time to time :)
Fwhip owns a Bar Tavern at town! He is siblings with Gem.
Gem is a farmer! She grows the crops and takes care of the village. Always has something to trade for! She is siblings with Fwhip.
Joey is the town witch, he sells potions, artifacts, and offers to do magic rituals for a price. Gem also goes to him for magic lessons !!
Katherine takes care of the animals, she has a barn for all of them :] she's very sweet, she's a regular at Fwhip's Tavern.
I will add more later, but for now have these ! Thanks for reading?:D
#alsmpblr#empires smp#empiresblr#AU#ldshadowlady#ldshadowlady fanart#smallishbeans fanart#smallishbeans#scott smajor fanart#scott smajor#solidarity gaming#drabble#my art#mcyt#mcyt fanart#alsmp#art#artists on tumblr#artwork#digital art
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A Shift Occurs
Hybrid hunter empires season 2 au. (part one, probably)
Hybrid hunters arrive in the empires. Some take advantage of the kindness of Sanctuary, and some hike into Chromia. While Sausage may fear for his people, and perhaps his own life, Scott doesn’t think fear is needed until it’s too late.
(In-game chat is communicators here.)
Sausage glanced nervously out his window, the tavern was filling up quickly and he had only just enough time to get his hybrid residents hidden away in the locked up blacksmith. Until he could get them out and to a safer place, it would need to do.
His communicator in his hand had a typed out message, “Hybrid hunters in sanctuary, backup needed” but it was, for now, unsent. How could he lead Sanctuary when he didn’t have the guts to face these monsters, and how could he admit such a flaw to his fellow rulers and guardians.
He deleted the message. Instead, he sent, “Hybrid hunters in Sanctuary, be careful.” And a private one went out to Joel, “Keep Hermes this week”.
His messages were received with varying levels of anger, some of his friends understood that Sanctuary would allow everyone to be safe, no matter how horrible the people, but not everyone did. Admittedly, the more aggressive messages that came from Joey, Shubble, and Joel made Sausage smile more than the understanding ones from Katherine.
Scott never replied, but nobody would notice for a while. He wasn’t always great at responding, and Sanctuary was quite far away, and Scott wasn’t a hybrid, so why would he need to worry at all?
The truth is, hunters had entered Chromia as well even if Scott didn’t know at first. Scott would have been less willing to house them than someone like Joel, but they paid well and he was a busy man so he never asked what they were doing there. As long as they didn’t touch his llamas, he had more things to worry about than a group of foul-mouthed travelers, and that’s all he thought they were.
The day the hunters arrived in Chromia, Scott fell ill. He continued to work, weeding the flower gardens and tending to his animal friends, but throughout the day he kept growing dizzy while headaches came and went. It wouldn’t be until the second day they were there, the day Sausage’s message would have reached him, that Scott would actually realized who they were.
Their leader, a charismatic man that could rival Joel in dramatics, approached Scott near the windmill in the early afternoon. He was speaking, but Scott couldn’t hear him. His head was spinning and, if only for a second, he could swear he saw his father with his magical eye. He tried to pay attention to what the leader was saying, something about trading his necklace for an extended stay in the tavern, but Scott could only hear ringing and he could only see the light from the gemstone on the necklace provided by his magical sight.
For a moment, Scott wondered if they had poisoned him. And then he fell, and his mind and body weren’t quite his. A kind of hungry greed he’d never experienced, or even heard about, took over him and he stood to attack the hunter leader and take the gemstone for his own. Only now, he didn’t feel right standing on two feet.
The first thing he heard, as the ringing cleared away only to be replaced by boiling rage, was the leader of the hunters loudly proclaiming. “A dragon?! Who could’ve guessed? Boys! We’ll feast forever if we catch this one!”
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The SHERIFF messaged the ruler’s chat later that day, “Scott was supposed to set up a dye trade with me today, but he’s not responding to me. Can anyone get ahold of him?”
And Scott wouldn’t be able to check that message, or any of the ones he got while his friends rightfully feared for his safety.
#empires season 2#empires smp#empires scott#dragon scott#shapeshifter scott#hybrid hunter au#Listen I have a bunch of ideas for this.#word count: 606#it's short but i'm tired and want to write before inspiration leaves forever#empires smp fic#hybrid hunters au
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been writing a fic for an au i had thoughts about after seeing a prompt somewhere that i call 'the golden tavern au':
- jimmy's a superhero that quit his job to become a tavernkeep or whatever the fuck you call them because joel keeps fucking with him and he's had enough
- scott's a crime boss who left temporarily because "he was bored" and decided to be a waiter to flirt with men (men in question is jimmy/pix/sausage)
- pix is a (slightly possibly illegal) monster hunter / assassin who became a chef so that there's not much suspicion
- sausage is a cult leader (coughs blood sheep cough cou-) who decided to become a janitor because people were complaining that they were poor
and they're all working at the same golden tavern completely unaware of each other's identities and abilities
i could talk more abt this if people would like me to (just send asks) :)
#ori's art#scott smajor#dangthatsalongname#smajor1995#empires smp#jimmy solidarity#solidarity#solidaritygaming#pixlriffs#mythicalsausage#mythical sausage
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🤡 ⛔ 🦅
:D hello!!
🤡: i have a little unposted thing imma stick under a readmore below because i was hysterically giggling the entire thing i wrote it and idk if i'll ever post it lols. here: !!
⛔: oh my gosh, so many. i'm notorious for starting fics and never completing them because of one reason or another; usually i lose inspiration or get a new idea to hop on. most recently, i was planning a 20+ chapter fic that i had about a half planned and a third written that follows a scarian life series+hermitcraft timeline. mainly, i wanted to write the angst bc that's waht i enjoy lols. (ok so. respongin to this actually inspired me to finish a scene so i might end up posting at least one part somewhere lmao, can always rely on you for inspo :] ). uhh, another one was just a party during the hc/empires crossover, one was a jrwi riptide hamlet au, there was a thanatos backstory thing that was Very similiar to Kaladin from TWoK if you're into that, there was a southlands coffeeshop/pottery class thing, much ado twelfth night au because i thought the convolution was funny, and a lot of chatfic-style crack stuff that i live for but will Never see the light of day
🦅: depends on the fic! i have a doc where i scribble down ideas, quotes, or good sentences, so sometimes i'll go off that and ball with whatever strikes inspiration, but i do have a tendency to do specific au's where i know where it's going! (rip jrwi twelfth night au draft you will be missed. ao3 draft deletion hates me fr). kinda off-topic but i feel like i frequently have a starting point and an ending point, especially for longer works, and i have a really hard time filling in the in-between scenes! probably, i should outline more than i do lmao.
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"Joel, have you gotten shorter?"
"I- What? No!"
"No, I swear you look shorter." Grian paused and backed up, looking him up and down quizzically. He rubbed his chin to hide the quirk of a smug smile. "Scar, come look at Joel. Does he look any shorter to you?"
Scar, who had been slowly picking the leaves off of a plant, wheeled around. "Hey, yeah, he does, now that you mention it!"
"Scar!"
"Weren't you like 11 foot last time I saw you? You only look like 10'8 now," He leaned back in his chair, lifting a hand as well to scratch at his beard.
"Must have taken out the lifts in his shoes," Grian nodded sagely.
"Grian!"
"Little Timmy's rubbing off on you now, Joel--"
"I do not have lifts in my shoes!"
"--Every time you visit him, you get smaller."
"I do not-- I am not-- wait! I'm 11 foot, still!"
"It's okay, Joel," Grian couldn't hide the amused lilt in his voice, "Us short kings have to stick together."
"Us-- HUH? I am not a short king!"
"What's this about short kings?" Sausage, ever with good timing, strolled around the corner and casually leaned on a fencepost next to Grian, propping an elbow on his shoulder. He leaned over and promptly toppled over with a yelp when the unsupported pole moved, before Grian hopped out of the way, grabbing him before he could smack his head on the ground. "I love sho-- waAAAH-- thank you, Grian--I love short kings. I am a short king! What do you have against short kings, Thunder Cheeks?"
"Hold on--"
"Nothing, Sausage! I'm just not one!"
"--Thunder Cheeks?" Grian squeaked.
"Oh, yeah, Joel's Thunder Cheeks, or Thunder Daddy! When his cheeks clap, thunder happens!"
"... I don't know how to respond to that,"
"Which cheeks?"
"Scar!"
"Whichever ones you want to,"
"Joel."
"That an offer?"
"Scar."
"Only if you want it to be,"
"Joel, I swear to god,"
Sausage giggled, his eyes alight. He had, evidently, already had his third cup of coffee today, based on his buzzy hands as he spoke. "You know what we gotta do, the four of us, is go to my tavern sometime! It could be like a double date, I'll show you a dance!"
"Like a-- no, Sausage, we aren't-- I mean, I haven't--" Grian could feel his face burning, "Scar, back me up here,"
"I'd love to go on a double date with you, Sausage! Would Joel and Grian be together, then?"
"Uhh. I mean, sure! Totally..." Sausage sideyed Grian, who looked away, desperately fanning his face to try to ease his blushing. It wasn't working very well, "So, you and I, and Grian and Joel! it's a date!"
"A double date! Oh my gosh, Grian, I'm so excited, we gotta get you out of that red sweater and into something snazzy?"
"I-- Scar, I look so snazzy in this sweater!"
"I mean," Scar wiggled his fingers at Grian, his eyes lighting up, "You're adorable with it on--" Grian squeaked. "--but not formal, like for a date! Come on, let's get dressed up all fancy!"
Sausage clapped his hands, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Ooh, Scar, I might have this beautiful vest that might fit you, if you need one? The color would really pop on you."
"Oh, maybe! I could show you the shirt I had in mind, if you'd like!"
"I'd love to! Oh my goodness I'm so excited, maybe we could match shirts..." Sausage trailed off as he dragged Scar away by the hand, grinning, going a nerve-wracking speed down one of the hills surrounding Sanctuary, towards the nether portal.
"In about 5 seconds we're going to hear a crash, aren't we,"
"Most likely." Joel turned to Grian, a smug look on his face. "Anyways, Grian."
"Don't you dare."
Joel grinned, crouching down to his height. Grian scowled. It was a bit funny, as Joel was approximately 6 feet taller than Grian was, so he was fully doubled over in a squat to meet his eyes. "Got your eyes on someone, pretty bird?"
Grian covered his face, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. "Joel, I swear to god--"
"I won't tell him!” Grian looked up at him.
“Promise?”
“Promise. But I can’t guarantee I won't never blackmail you for it,”
Grian sighed. “I guess that’s all I can hope for,”
“Are you– is it that uncomfortable to go on a double-date with him there? Because, I mean, I could invite some other Empires members too if you think it’d help. Make it more like a server party than a date?”
“That–” Grian paused, looking extremely relieved, “I don’t want to ruin it for you and Sausage, but that would be a lifesaver, I think.”
“Then it’s done! We can probably drag Timmy in, and if he comes, Tango and Scott will come, which will get Oli, and Sausage can get Keralis, which means Jev will come, and I can probably get Lizzy, who will get Doc and Impulse, and– Well, we can figure out the specifics later, I’ll text Sausage.”
Grian sighed. "Well, what are you wearing?"
"Uhh. This?"
"You're wearing that to our date? Wow, Joel. I see how it is," Grian mock-pouted.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Joel startled, playfully indignant.
"It's not bad, you just wear it every day!" Grian winked, "Let's get snazzy."
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sausages tavern in the tangled au is just a gay bar isnt it
i mean..... yeah
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More worldbuilding:
Each main person (Minus Sausage, Pix, and Oli) lives on a street that has the name of their empire in normal season 2. Meanwhile, the entire village is named Sanctuary.
Sausage has his own room in his tavern he lives in and his tavern is in town square.
Pix lives a door or two away so he’s a regular, along with the Sheriff and Fwhip.
The street’s buildings all match the style of the houses in each empire in season 2 and it has the same surroundings (but for Goblands think of the upper part of it for the wheat farm).
It’s a mess of styles but that’s what makes the town of Sanctuary so love-able, there’s styles for each street to remind its residents of home :)
Also, in town square, there’s a mix of each street providing a bit for the fountain. From Anamalia St. , there’s some amethysts, pretty rocks from Goblands Rd. , etc. They all have something to do with the exports in season 2.
(St = Street, Rd = Road)
ANIMALIA STREET AND GOBLAND ROAD. Dawn Avenue. Glimmer Grove Lane. I'm SOOOO normal about cute street names.
Aw <3 this is so cute! It definetly has the vibes of a town building game, like Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley, which I love.
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Recipe Roundup in Review
In years past, I posted a two-month series of recipes suitable for the autumn season, which everyone seemed to enjoy very much. I’ve been too busy this year to make up a new queue, so I thought I’d compile a big long list of links for anyone who’s looking for recipe ideas this fall.
Update: I’ve posted more recipes since the original roundup and I’ve added those additional links to the list below. I’ve also done my best to mark which ones are vegetarian (🌿) or could be easily altered to be so. (Some could also be altered for a vegan diet using egg, milk, or butter substitutes.) Recipes which may include alcohol as an ingredient are also marked (🍷).
Some are fall-themed, others are for more wintry occasions. But all are designed to make the most of the season and keep our hearts and bellies full as we face the coming cold. Enjoy!
Appetizers, Sides, & Snacks
A Pair of Stuffing Recipes 🌿
Asparagus Salad 🌿
Baked Apples 🌿
Beets with Cloves and Cinnamon 🌿
Bree's Cheddar-Garlic Mashed Potatoes 🌿
Bree's Homemade Colcannon 🌿
Carrot Fritters 🌿
Cheese & Bacon Pinwheels
Cheese Toasties 🌿
Cranberry-Orange Sauce 🌿
Fish Cakes
Irish Stout Apple Fritters 🌿🍷
Oatmeal & Potato Bread 🌿
Parsnip & Apples 🌿
Pumpkin Seeds 🌿
Sprouts au Gratin 🌿
Soups
Butternut Squash and Pear Pottage 🌿
Cheese Soup & Dumplings 🌿
Chestnut Soup 🌿
Garlic Soup 🌿
Gingered Pumpkin Soup with Molasses Cream 🌿
King's Arms Tavern Cream of Peanut Soup 🌿
Mashed Potato Soup 🌿
Mushroom Soup 🌿
Entrees
Acorn Squash with Cinnamon and Honey 🌿
Bree's Baked Ziti
Bree's Crockpot/One-pot Chili 🍷
Bree's Fried Chicken Parmesan
Bree's Honey Baked Salmon
Bree's Poppy Seed Chicken Casserole 🍷
Bree's Roast Chicken with Apples and Potatoes 🍷
Bree's Sesame Ginger Chicken
Bree's Turkey Hash Casserole
Dill-Crusted Salmon
Irish Stew 🍷
Meat Patties in Crust
Michaelmas Goose with Sage & Onion Stuffing 🍷
Pan Haggerty
Pumpkin Plenty 🌿
Roast Pork Tenderloin with Orange & Onion Sauce
Rosemary-Orange Beef
Savory Yuletide Pie 🌿
Spiced Pot Roast 🍷
Stuffed Acorn Squash 🌿
Stuffed Braised Beef
Surry Sausage, Squash, & Apple Bake with Savory Streusel Topping
Xanodrian Beef Stew 🍷
Welsh Potato Pie 🌿
Welsh Trout in Bacon
Baked Goods
Applesauce Buttermilk Biscuits 🌿
Barm Brack 🌿
Beer-Bacon-Onion Muffins
Caerphilly Scones 🌿
Christiana Campbell's Tavern Sweet Potato Muffins 🌿
Drop Scones 🌿
Gingered Pumpkin Muffins 🌿
King's Arms Tavern Apple Cheddar Muffins 🌿
Tea Table Goodies
Apple & Potato Cake 🌿
Apple Raisin Cider Teabread 🌿
Bree's Cranberry Pumpkin Bread 🌿
Faerie Cakes 🌿
Irish Apple Cake 🌿
Irish Apple Teabread 🌿
Irish Whiskey Cake 🌿🍷
Isle of Wight Farmhouse Cake
Marmalade Loaf 🌿
Porter Cake 🌿🍷
Seed Cake 🌿
Shortbread 🌿
Welsh Crumpets 🌿
Desserts
Apple Fritters 🌿
Baked Apples 🌿
Bramble Dessert 🌿
Bree's Easy-Peasy Molten Chocolate Cake 🌿
Bree's Semi-Sweet Chocolate Pumpkin Bundt Cake with Chocolate Liquer Glaze 🌿🍷
Chranachan 🌿
Christmas Plum Pudding
Beverages, Jams, and Sauces
Eggnog 🍷
Hot Buttered Rum 🌿🍷
Mulled Cider 🌿🍷
Samhain Wine Cup 🌿🍷
Wassail 🌿🍷
Blackberry & Apple Jam 🌿
Irish Whiskey Marmalade 🌿🍷
Bree's Dad's Sauce Recipes 🍷
Delectable Dressings 🌿
Sources
Celtic Folklore Cooking (Asala)
A Kitchen Witch’s Cookbook (Telesco)
A Witch’s Brew (Telesco)
Kitchen WItch’s Guide to Brews and Potions (Telesco)
The Kitchen Witch (Soraya)
Witch in the Kitchen (Johnson)
The Colonial Williamsburg Tavern Cookbook (Gonzalez)
Favorite Meals from Williamsburg (Turgeon)
Holiday Fare: Favorite Williamsburg Meals (Gonzalez)
The Very Best of Irish Traditional Cooking (Lennon and Campbell)
An Irish Country Cookbook (Taylor)
And of course, a selection of family recipes, shared with all of you for the joy of the season.
Happy Cooking!
#cooking#recipes#Autumn Recipe Roundup#Samhain#autumn#autumn recipes#food#kitchen witchery#food magic
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OC Questionnaire - Katala
I got tagged by @queen-scribbles!
GENERAL
name: Queen Katala of Tuxony
alias(es): Baroness, Queen, Hound
gender: cis female
age: 24 at the start of PFKM. 28 at the end
place of birth: An Ulfen druid commune in Brevoy
spoken languages: Taldane, Skald, and very few words in Hallit
sexual orientation: bisexual
occupation: Bounty Hunter, Baroness, and eventually Queen
APPEARANCE
eye colour: brown
hair colour: brown
height: 6′
scars: Yes, all over her body. The most notable one is the large claw mark on her right cheek.
burns: none
overweight: No
underweight: No
FAVOURITE
colour: red
music genre: bawdy tavern songs in canon. 70′s and 90′s rock/metal in modern AU’s (think Led Zepplin or Metallica)
movie genre: action in modern AU’s
tv show: none
pastime: Hiking, camping, sparring, gardening, weapon practice, playing with and training animals
food: anything meaty and spicy. She loves steaks and sausages. She’s also very big on comfort food.
drink: booze, especially rich grainy ones like beer, ale, and mead. She also really likes tea and can actually make her own tea blends
book: lol. She doesn’t read much of anything besides Linzi’s novel
HAVE THEY
passed university: nope.
had sex: yes
had sex in public: no
gotten pregnant: not until after the events of PFKM
kissed a boy: yes
kissed a girl: yes
gotten tattoos: no
had a broken heart: yes. Even before Tristian, she’s had a bad breakup or two.
been in love: yep
stayed up for longer than 24 hours: yep. As a matter of fact, the most common complaint among the party is that she makes them travel too long without rest. She just doesn’t feel tired as quickly or as often as most people.
ARE THEY
a virgin: nope
a cuddler: of course!
a kisser: yes
scared easily: no way
jealous easily: a little. She has to deal with people flirting with Tristian all the time.
trustworthy: not if you’re an asshole
dominant: not often
submissive: only in bed ;)
in love: yep!
single: nope
RANDOM QUESTIONS
have they harmed themselves: no
thought of suicide: no
attempted suicide: no
wanted to kill someone: many times. She’s been getting better.
have / had a job: yes
have any fears: no specific phobias, just general fear of letting people down, loved ones dying, etc
FAMILY
sibling(s): none
parents: two fathers: one bio and one stepdad
children: two: a boy and a girl
pets: many! In addition to the three dog animal companions she would have in her lifetime, she has kept over two dozen dogs in her kennels, plus an assortment of cats, horses, hunting birds, even a baby owlbear at one point.
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OC Profile Meme
Thanks for @aeducanka for the tag!
Part of me almost chose Jyn, but that’s lame cause they’re basically me. So I’m picking Garrett!
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PHYSICAL
Name: Garrett Hawke
Nickname: To most people in Kirkwall, he’s Hawke. When he asks Varric to give him a better nickname, he’s called Furball (Garrett is a very hairy man. It doesn’t help he only wears fur coats).
When Garrett was about five he developed his magic. He was so excited about his new abilities that he told his older cousin Valerie (my grey warden) to call him Sir Magic Hands. The name stuck and now he hates it.
Age: I’ll give you a little timeline of DA2.
17 When the Blight starts and Lothering is destroyed.
18 In his first year at Kirkwall.
21 After defeating the Arishok.
24 At the Chantry explosion.
28 At the start of Inquisition.
Species: Human.
Morality: Chaotic Good. Garrett is a bit of a trouble maker, but he has a strong sense of justice. He believes that in order to do the right thing, sometimes you have to break the law.
PERSONAL
Religion: Oof.
Before the events of DA2, Garrett is 100% Andrastian. He prays to the Maker regularly and he would listen to Lothering’s Chantry Mothers preach. At the end of DA2, Garrett is angry with the Maker. His mother is dead, the Chantry is destroyed, Kirkwall is in ruins, and Garrett is running away as an apostate again. If the Maker was real... If Andraste cared... this wouldn’t have happened.
Sins: greed/gluttony/sloth/lust/pride/envy/wrath.
After Garrett gets his family’s estate back, he becomes a little lazy. His friends drag him out places so he’s not just sitting in bed reading Swords and Shields. He’s prideful when it comes to his abilities. This has gotten him in trouble countless times. Luckily Anders was able to patch him up every time. (Anders: “Maybe, if you didn’t sit around all day and you actually got up and trained, I wouldn’t have to keep saving you from dying!”)
Virtues: chastity/ charity/ diligence/ humility/ kindness/ patience/ JUSTICE
Garrett is the kind of person to see someone in need and help them no questions asked (This has gotten him in trouble a few times). He’s given away lots of sovereigns to the parentless children in Kirkwall. There have been countless times where his friends had to stop him from adopting them. (”Garrett you can barely take care of yourself let alone a CHILD! Just take them to the Chantry!”) Garrett’s sense of justice is almost as aggressive as, well, Justice. He can and will break the law to make sure justice is served.
Known languages: Common. He knows a tiny itty bit of Dalish from Merrill, but he always uses it incorrectly. Merrill swears he does it on purpose.
Build: scrawny/bony/slender/fit/athletic/ curvy/ herculean/pudgy/plus size/average.
Since Garrett is a mage, he never thought that he had to work out. He just lets the magic do the work for him. As he got older, he realized that there’s more to fighting with magic then standing in a corner and waving his staff. He’s got a soft tummy, but his arms and legs are strong.
Garrett doesn’t think he’s much to look at, but he’s not... bad to look at either? Homeboy has self-esteem issues. (I’m not projecting onto my ocs what)
Height: 6′5″
He’s TOL
Scars/Birthmarks: He has a little scar on his cheek from when he was living in Highever with Valerie’s family. When a maid found him and Valerie using magic, Garrett panicked and let out a vicious ice blast that almost stabbed him in the eye.
He has various scars from battles and medical procedures on his chest, back, and legs.
Do I say that the red streak on his face is a birthmark or paint... Meh, I guess it’s a birthmark. This is a fantasy world I do what I want.
Abilities/Powers:
1. Garrett specializes in Force and Ice magic.
2. Garrett was curious about Blood magic for a split second, but when Merrill gave him a crash course he almost passed out.
3. He’s a great leader and strategizer under pressure.
4. However, when he’s by himself fighting, he panics.
5. His favorite ability is Fist of the Maker.
6. He knows one healing spell and it only works on himself. He doesn’t know how to get it to work on others.
Restrictions:
1. Being a Ferelden refugee, a lot of the nobles in Kirkwall don’t take him seriously. This makes assisting or negotiating very difficult. Or killing very easy.
2. Despite his funny and sarcastic demeanor, he will cry if someone makes a joke about him. He’s very sensitive.
3. He’s overly protective with his friends and family. He throws himself in the line of fire a lot.
4. He’s childish. So childish. He blew a raspberry at Grand Cleric Elthina and Sebastian didn’t talk to him for a week.
5. He blew a raspberry at Meredith too. He spent two days in a holding cell.
6. Terrible listener. He wants to be helpful, but he gets distracted easily. His friends have to repeat mission details about 5 times before he understands completely.
7. He’s so stubborn. Not stubborn in a normal way, stubborn in the super frustrating way. It can take weeks for him to say he’s sorry. It can takes YEARS for him to forgive someone.
8. He cheats in games and everyone always catches him, but he always denies. This frustrates everyone.
9. If you handed him any weapon besides his staff, he won’t know what to do with it.
FAVOURITES:
Food: This man loves spicy food. The more it makes him sweat, the better.
Pizza topping: (Modern AU) Hot sausage and bacon.
Color: After the deep roads he really starts appreciating the color of the sky.
Music genre: ... What music genres do they have in Thedas? I mean he’s usually in the Hanged Man so he’s a fan of Tavern music. In a modern AU I guess he’d be into alternative rock or anything that makes his head hurt.
Movie genre: (Modern AU) Comedy! He loves a good laugh. When he’s feeling a little sappy he’ll pull put a good RomCom.
Curse words: He gets creative. He usually says a curse word with an unrelated word, or a phrase with some nasty words sprinkled in. (Example: “Fuck bucket” or “Oh Andraste’s bitch boots”)
Scents: The smell of pine after a storm or a fire after it dies down.
FUN STUFF:
Bottom or top: Garrett exudes top energy. He will tell people he’s a top, but one look at Fenris tells you that Garrett is 100% a bottom. (A brat bottom)
Sings in the shower: Absolutely. And he SUCKS.
Likes puns: He loves them! He wouldn’t be a good Purple Hawke if he didn’t like them!
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WOW THIS TOOK FOREVER. I had a whole lot of fun with this! I hope you guys enjoy!
Tagging: @zakuraboi @cutieink @mrdraws @cruxisma ! This took a long time to write so I will not blame you if you don’t wanna do it XD
Tagging back is a-okay!
#dragon age#long post#dragon age 2#DA2#Garrett Hawke#valerie#DAO#oc#hawke#Custom Hawke#fenhawke#fenris#merrill#varric#anders#bioware
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To End, and Begin Again
Fosterson week - day 2/3 -> Infinity War / Thor 3 AU and Jane on Asgard
This one's split into multiple parts due to length - and the fact that it covers both themes. It’s a rewrite of Ragnarok, starting off with Jane and Thor on Asgard, and seems to want to be longer than originally planned.
Unlike yesterday's fic, this one isn't a continuation to the main set of AU ficlets that I've been writing since before Infinity War came out. This is its own beast that may (will probably) run beyond this week.
"I don't actually know why my father cut off access to some of the information in the library databanks," Thor said, scratching his head. "I know it's tied into something to do with the magic that keeps Asgard's systems running, but he wasn't very willing to talk about details."
Thor plunked down at a table as soon as they entered the inn and Jane joined him.
"I guess that make sense, given how you behaved when you... landed on Earth," Jane said.
"I should probably talk to him about it tomorrow, especially if you think there's more information about the Infinity Stones there," Thor replied, grabbing a pitcher off the table and gesturing to a pair of mugs. "Ale?"
Jane nodded. "What are we having for dinner? More roast?"
"This tavern actually specializes in herder's dishes - mostly vegetables and dairy, with flatbread," Thor replied, handing Jane a mug of ale before slouching comfortably against the table. "The style is quite popular. They do have some traditional dried sausages, but I wouldn't recommend them."
"Wait, you still have herdsmen?" Jane asked, picking up the mug and sampling the dark ale.
"Not as such, no," Thor replied. "We haven't relied on sending herdsmen out into pastures to tend goats and sheep since before Asgard was constructed. Today the farms are fully automated. Their cuisine endures, however. Will you trust me to order for us?"
Jane nodded. "Go ahead. You know the dishes here better than I do, and I'm starving."
Thor smiled, before getting up and speaking briefly in Asgardian to the innkeeper tending the bar.
Before Thor could return, Volstagg and Hogun entered the tavern, and seated themselves at the table. Hogun's taciturn expression was nothing new, but the mere fact that Volstagg hadn't taken the opportunity to order a snack was worrying Jane.
"Volstagg! Hogun! You have returned early!" Thor cried out, grinning. "This calls for mead, and more food to celebrate!"
"Aye, we have returned," Volstagg said, "and we have seen things I do not like, out on the outer rim of Asgard."
Thor's smile dropped away. "You have not reported to my father yet, I take it?"
Hogun shook his head. "There are signs, my lord. The magic that holds Asgard safe runs thin, and the boundaries grow ragged."
"Silence," Thor said, his spine going straight. "Eat. Drink. We will speak more when we return to the palace later. This is not the place."
The innkeeper plunked down a large kettle of green stew, bread, cheese, and bowls on their table before disappearing into the kitchen with unseemly haste.
"Nettle soup?" Volstagg asked, peering into the kettle. "It is! With dumplings! And roots!"
Thor grabbed the ladle and scooped a healthy serving of the soup into a bowl. He pointedly ignored Volstagg to set it in front of Jane. "Use the bread to scoop it up," Thor instructed. "Grab a piece of cheese when you want to break up the flavor."
Jane looked down at the soup, which was a bright green color and quite lumpy. "Is it really made of nettles?" she asked.
"Indeed it is, my lady!" Volstagg proclaimed, ignoring Thor's increasing glare. "Don't worry, they don't sting after they're cooked." He promptly filled his bowl to the rim and turned his attention to the stew.
Jane tore off a chunk of flatbread and used it to scoop up one of the lumps. It turned out to be a piece of a potato-like root, and the sauce tasted of cream and spinach. Ordinarily, she would have enjoyed it, but the grim faces around her were rapidly sucking the joy out of trying as much as she could of Asgardian cuisine.
They ate the rest of their meal in silence.
When they entered the palace, Thor turned to Jane. "Volstagg, Fandral and I must speak to my father about what they have found. When we finish, will I find you in my rooms, or in the library?"
"If this is related at all to the Infinity Stones, I might be able to help," Jane said. "I know your father doesn't like me, but I'm the one who's been doing the research on this."
Thor pulled her close. "If I thought this was related, I would not hesitate to bring you. However, I suspect this is all related to", he paused for a long moment "....my family, and very little to do with anything beyond the walls of this palace."
Hogun shot Thor a sidelong glance.
"I'll go to the library," Jane replied. "I'm not going to be able to rest until you get back. I might as well get some work done. I think maybe I'll try looking for information on the Mind Stone or the Tesseract, and see if they might provide more clues about the other stones."
Thor nodded. "I will find you there when we are done."
As soon as the door closed, Thor turned and started walking toward his father's chambers. Hogun and Volstagg fell in behind him.
"You suspect something," Hogun said.
Thor nodded. "Follow my lead, and do not be surprised by anything you may see. Anything."
Volstagg started to speak, but Thor shot a glare over his shoulder. They walked the rest of the distance to Odin's rooms in silence.
The guards moved to bar Thor from the entrance to Odin's sitting room, but Thor drew himself up to his full height and stared them down.
"I must have audience with the Allfather. Immediately," he said, thunder punctuating his words. "I am here as the Heir to the Throne, not his son, and there are matters of state that must be attended to."
The guards backed away, and Thor flung open the massive double doors. Odin appeared in the door on the other side of the room, already dressed in his nightclothes.
"What is so urgent that you must disturb my rest?" he snapped. "Unless Surtur is at the gates, it can wait for the Council meeting in the morning."
"This concerns the fate of Asgard, Father," Thor said, before turning to his friends. "Hogun, Volstagg, report on your patrol of the borders."
Hogun stood forward, saluted Odin with his fist over his heart, and spoke. "My king, we have patrolled the borders of Asgard, and the energies that should hold Asgard stable in the heart of Yggdrasil grow weak and thin. Volstagg and I fought off a party of trolls who managed to pass the shields and were scouting the outskirts."
"Maintaining the spells that keep Asgard stable and whole is one of the first duties of the Allfather," Thor said, his voice rising rapidly as he called Mjolnir to his hand. "In the name of our people Father, why have you been so remiss in your duties?"
Odin stumbled backwards. "My son! What is the meaning of this!?" he squawked, as Thor shoved his hammer into his chest.
"You have gone out of your way to avoid me," Thor rumbled. "You attend events all over the realm rather than meet with the council while I am here. Even for things as simple as access to the library, you avoid me rather than answer with a simple 'no', as Odin would have.”
"Isn't that right - brother?"
Hogun hissed out a long breath and drew his mace.
"You're mad!" Odin snapped.
"Am I?" Thor replied, tossing Mjolnir past his father and recalling it to his hand. "You know nothing will stop Mjolnir as it returns to my hand. Not even your head." He tossed his hammer away again, far out the open door to the terrace, before grabbing Odin's head and summoning the hammer again.
"All right, I yield!" Loki snapped, dropping the illusion.
"Where is Father?" Thor growled.
"He's safe. On Midgard," Loki replied.
"And you thought to just usurp the throne of Asgard?"
"I would really appreciate if you put me down," Loki said, sounding distinctly put out. "It would be so much easier to have a civil conversation if my feet weren't dangling in the air."
Thor dropped his brother back onto his feet with a grunt. Loki smoothed his coat back down, and flicked away some imaginary contaminants from his shoulders.
"Did Father teach you nothing about the duties of the King of Asgard?" Thor said. "I would have expected better of you, Loki. The energy matrix that preserves Asgard enwraps us all and reaches all the way down to Helheim. If it is not renewed, the heart of Asgard will cease to function and this will become an unlivable rock!"
"Once again, proof that Odin always favored you,"Loki snapped. "I was taught nothing about ruling Asgard. As if I needed more proof that I was just leverage over Laufey."
Thor shook his head sadly, anger starting to drain away. "Loki, what you did for the administration of the city, I could not have matched. The Nine Realms need your skill, but the throne is more than that."
"So I am to accept your flattery, and stand in your shadow some more, to make your reign look good? No, brother, for once in your life, see me," Loki hissed. An abrupt gesture dispelled his glamour, leaving blue skin and glowing red eyes.
"Yes, Thor," Loki said, gesturing at himself, "this is what you call brother."
Thor stared at his brother for a long moment, but then started speaking softly. "There was a time, when we eight or so. I saw a beautiful snake, gold and green, and picked it up... "
"And then I stabbed you," Loki said, chuckling, "I knew you loved snakes. You're so easy to fool... "
Thor boomed out a laugh. "That's my brother."
Loki shot a frustrated glare at Thor, before resuming his Aesir guise.
"Now, where is Father?" Thor asked again.
"I left him on Midgard, as I told you," Loki said. "I can show you where."
"Very well. We will retrieve him on the morrow. However, before you give up this guise, would you grant Jane permission to access the locked files of the library? I do have several Infinity Stones left to find, and Jane believes there may be information there."
Loki pulled a small keylike object out of the air. "This should grant access to the secured holographic archives. I must admit, I am curious to see what is contained there. It was one of the things I meant to investigate, but there were things to do and committees to oversee..."
Thor snorted and reached to take the key. Loki pulled it back out of his grasp.
"Do you mind if I tag along? Surely your lovely mortal will wish to investigate immediately, and I must admit, I am curious," Loki said, resuming the appearance of Odin.
"Very well, though after Odin's behavior toward her, I would not expect a warm welcome," Thor replied.
Loki turned and walked out the door. Before he followed, Thor turned to Volstagg and Hogun, and spoke.
"Not a word of this. Not to anyone, not until this has been cleared up," Thor warned.
Hogun nodded immediately. Volstagg opened his mouth to object, and Thor stared him down for a long moment. Eventually, he nodded.
Thor strode out the double doors, trying to catch up with Loki. He reached the library in time to see Loki stride toward where Jane was working with one of the hologram terminals.
"My son informs me that you wish to access the locked files," Loki said. "We do not normally grant such access to outsiders. However, my son has been very persuasive about the need for such research."
"I...ah... thank you," Jane replied.
"Repay me by aiding my son's quest," Loki said, walking over to a recessed section of the wall and inserting the key. The concealed door slid open, revealing a tiny room thick with dust. There were no books here, only a single hologram terminal in the center of the room .
As soon as the three of them entered, the door slid shut behind them, crunching back into place. Jane whirled to look at the door, abruptly feeling trapped.
Thor, however, was pleased. "Drop your illusion, brother," he said.
"What?" snapped Loki.
"Jane is trustworthy," Thor said. "Drop the illusion. I would have told her the truth as soon as we were alone, and if you drop the illusion yourself, Jane might be less annoyed with you."
Loki sighed and let the illusion fall.
"You've been pretending to be Odin this whole time?" Jane asked, incredulous. "You've been sitting up on that throne, being an absolute jerk to me and Thor, and it was you this whole time?"
"Guilty as charged," Loki said. "I must confess, I too am curious about the contents of this room. So now that the social pleasantries have been observed, allow me to activate this."
He inserted the same key into the console, activating it. A large hologram flared to life above it, blood-red and hazy from dust before the other colors flowed in. At the top of the twisting text and images stood the unmistakable image of Odin, in battle armor, with both eyes, and at his side stood a woman in a horned headdress, a familiar hammer in hand.
Jane's eyes dropped to the text and started reading as fast as the translation magic of the Allspeak could keep up.
"Thor, am I reading this right?" Jane asked, uncertain. "This says that Odin's heir is a woman, named Hela. And she wielded Mjolnir in the conquest of the Nine Realms."
The ringing crash of Mjolnir hitting the floor echoed through the palace.
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