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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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AGH I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT HEY, IT’S UP! This is for my 100 followers' event ‘Shuffle Play’ and if you have any requests, just submit them! How to request is in the link ‘updated bingo card!’ I hope y’all enjoy all of them, and I hope you guys love them just as much as I do! Don't be afraid to request, and thank you! This will be updated with each fic ♡

—𓆩[will they, won't they]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FIRST SPOT — FRIENDS TO LOVERS ♡ TASM! Peter Parker ❦ You and Peter had a more… complicated friendship. Best friends since childhood and ever since then, you both have always danced around your feelings. You finally decide to drop your feelings for your best friend after he starts spending more time with Gwen Stacy and decided to go out on a date with one of the jocks from school and pull away from Peter, unbeknownst to you him, Gwen, and some more of your best friends are planning a giant date proposal for you.

—𓆩[on show]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SECOND SPOT — YANDERE ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ Finnick has always taken care of you, and he had shown that by murdering everyone that ever touched you and winning you over just as easily as you did him. The Quarter Quell has come, and he will never let anyone lay a hand on you again, and neither will you.

—𓆩[recharge]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 THIRD SPOT — PILLOW PRINCESS ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ You and Ethan were an odd couple, he was more introverted while you were always wanting to do something until your energy burnt out. When it did burn out though, there was always one thing that could fix it- or, one person; Ethan Landry.

—𓆩[something worse]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FOURTH SPOT — BREEDING KINK ♡ Tobias Eaton ❦ You and Four had been together since he chose Dauntless, especially because you were one of the Dauntless born pulled into training. You both had never put a label on your relationship because it never seemed right, but everyone knew that you both were a couple, except the newest tributes you both were training, no matter how obvious you both made it. It seems you both have to make it a little more obvious.

—𓆩[be jealous]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FIFTH SPOT — SOULMATE ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ If there was one thing that the Capitol wasn’t, it was kind. So when they input the law where soulmates cannot be put into the same game, you and Finnick have to come clean about your relationship in the Quarter Quell - even if it’s too late.

—𓆩[i'll be gentle]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SIXTH SPOT — VIRGIN ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ You were the first person Finnick actually fell in love with, his best friend. A survivor of one of the games after he was called into his own, winning by your skill of trapping and running, you were quickly a fan favorite and everyone had their eyes on you, even though your more ‘innocent’ mindset was still intact after the games. With everyone in District 13 eyeing you, including Gale, Finnick decides he has to show everyone who you belong to.

—𓆩[movie night]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SEVENTH SPOT — ENEMIES TO LOVERS ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ Ethan had a school boy crush on you - it was the best way to explain how he felt about you. He loved the nights of bickering during movie nights, but when he gets told that he needs to kill you because you’re going to get in the way, he can’t. You get shaken up and aren’t your normal self so he goes to check on you, and one thing leads to something he truly didn’t expect to happen.

—𓆩[so good, baby]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 EIGHTH SPOT — OUT OF THEIR LEAGUE ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ Ethan wasn’t someone people thought would end up with you, but it didn’t stop you from getting him to fall for you, like it was hard. He never told you about his inexperience, but when you start teasing him during tutoring and bring him back to your house, he can’t really stop what he thinks will happen - not that he wants to.

—𓆩[we go down together]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 NINTH SPOT — WEDDING NIGHT ♡ Andrew Garfield ❦ Andrew promised you that he would make sure your wedding was perfect. He didn’t care how much it cost, where it would be, who was invited, as long as he was marrying you. Even then though, as much as he wanted to stick by the rules and not see you on the special day, he sneaks a peak and sees a small little surprise you had just for him.

—𓆩[my beautiful idiot]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TENTH SPOT — HIMBO ♡ TASM! Peter Parker ❦ You and Peter have been best friends for what seemed like eternity, and has been in love with you for what seemed like forever, but he’s not going to give up — no matter how much it seems like you don’t like him back. The kid you babysit though that is way too old to be babysat disagrees though and tries to show him how much you were in love with him too.

—𓆩[cupid's arrow]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 ELEVENTH SPOT — OUT OF THEIR LEAGUE (repeat spot) ♡ TASM! Peter Parker ❦ You were surprised when you found out that Peter fucking Parker was single, and you quickly fixed that. It was a surprise to everyone, especially him, when they found out you were interested in him - the head cheerleader and a physics nerd? Even then though, when a party occurs, and his friends get to know more about you and think you’re so fucking cool — a wasted Peter gets jealous of how much they have your attention.

—𓆩[red suit, red dress]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWELVTH SPOT — HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS ♡ Dylan O'Brien ❦ You and Dylan had been together since he was shooting YouTube videos, and even replaced Holland as Lydia in Teen Wolf after a family emergency, and had been his partner in every film he shot from American Assassin to Love and Monsters to The Outfit. Besides, who could have better chemistry with Dylan than you?

—𓆩[warmth]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 THIRTEENTH SPOT — SPOILED RICH READER ♡ Stiles Stilinski ❦ No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

—𓆩[the perfect virgin]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FOURTEENTH SPOT — MOMMY KINK ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ You were originally attracted to Ethan because he looked like a boy who had never been touched by a woman - ever. Your corruption kink was going haywire, and it was the main reason why you pursued him before you got way too attached to his stupid nerdy personality and his utter obliviousness to anything that has to do with sex, so you decide to put him to a… test of sorts.

—𓆩[men like him]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FIFTEENTH SPOT — SPOILED RICH BOY ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ The biggest rule about a sugar daddy-baby relationship is that you can’t gain feelings, ever. Never fall in love. Finnick was the one to break that rule - not you, sadly, as much as he wanted you to - and since then, he’s been trying to get you to fall in love with him too. But obviously, as a sugar baby, you’re doing something right by hiding your true feelings from your sugar daddy who also has to be fine as hell.

—𓆩[secret admirer]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SIXTEENTH SPOT — DARK FIC ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ Ethan knew you were the perfect target whenever he met you. Oh you were perfect; beautiful,, sweet, funny, smart… but at the same time, so fucking stupid. He started sending you small things at first, your favorite candy and a CD with music that reminded him of you with a record player, but he needed more. He needed to make you know who he was, he needed you to love him. He couldn’t stay in the shadows anymore, and now that he’s finally sent you the biggest thing ever, he’s ready to reveal who he is - right after his first kill.

—𓆩[give me the word]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SIXTEENTH SPOT — CUM DUMP ♡ Jimmy Keene ❦ Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

—𓆩[six months]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SEVENTEENTH SPOT — SUGAR MOMMY ♡ Spencer Reid ❦ Spencer truly didn’t know he was a sugar baby until Derek told him. At first, he just thought your love language was gift giving, but then Derek made an extremely good point, and that made him think. Was he just a sugar baby to you, or was it something more, like he wanted it to be?

—𓆩[full moon cove]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 EIGHTEENTH SPOT — FANTASY AU ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ Finnick always loved the water. It was his only escape from the life of the Crown Prince who just took over the Kingdom of Panem after the death of the previous ruler, Snow. The cove he went to was different, though, and it always felt like someone was watching him. He certainly didn’t expect it to be true, much less from a beautiful woman like you.

—𓆩[you missed a spot]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 NINETEENTH SPOT — MAID ♡ TASM! Peter Parker ❦ As soon as Peter graduated college with his degree, he was gone. No one appreciated him enough, so he was going to show them — all of them. After making billions with everything he made and keeping his alter ego a secret, the only thing he’s missing is someone to share his life with, but you quickly fill that whenever you come in applying for his maid job.

—𓆩[your majesty]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTIETH SPOT — BIMBO ♡ Eggsy Unwin ❦ Eggsy truly didn’t know how you were recruited into Kingsmen, but he wasn’t complaining. You helped him out a lot during training, but for fucks sake, were you blind to how Charlie and his friends looked at you? When you go missing, though, Eggsy has to save you. He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t.

—𓆩[i love cherries]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTY-FIRST SPOT — GLORY HOLE ♡ College AU! Frat Boy! Dave Lizewski ❦ Dave wasn’t sure how he got into a fraternity, especially not one of the biggest at the university, but he went along with it. What he wasn’t prepared for was initiation, where everyone found out he was a virgin and were determined to make his first time something special.

—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTY-SECOND SPOT — SUGAR DADDY ♡ Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader ❦ You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

—𓆩[surprise getaway]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTY-THIRD SPOT — FREE USE (HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS) ♡ Ethan Landry x Fem! High School Sweetheart! Reader ❦ Ethan loved you more than you could ever know, but the problem was he was trying to get himself to understand he could choose you over his family - someone who could give him a life of happiness and not murder. So when you surprise him with a trip to your cabin normally used for trips in the winter before you both go off to college, he finds out he could live a life with you he initially didn’t think was possible. And maybe, just maybe, he can get away from his family once and for all, and stay with you.

—𓆩[save a horse, ride a cowboy]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTY-FOURTH SPOT — COWBOY ♡ Ethan Landry x Fem! Crush! Reader ❦ NON GHOSTFACE AU Ethan had been crushing on you since the first day of college. Now, three years in and finally getting the courage thanks to his best friend Chad, he dresses up for the Halloween party as something much more… suggestive. He truly didn’t expect you to show up in an exposed Halloween outfit dressed up as a classic horror character, ready to tease him all night long.

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isagrimorie · 2 months

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Joe Carey's whole deal is so hilarious. Sometime in season 3 or 4 the writers thought they killed off Carey and this is why they only have him appear in flashbacks. And then in season 7, the writers realized oh, he's not dead!

And literally months before Voyager returns home, the writers kill him. LMAO. Poor dude, he's always been marked for death, the writers just didn't realize they actually killed and rectified it in season 7.

Anyway, in the autobiography of Janeway, Janeway said she was angry at Starfleet for ordering them into a mission that got a crew member killed. They're part of Starfleet and are happy to serve in Starfleet but Janeway wanted to impress on them how much they don't have back-up in the Delta Quadrant. So she's not going to do any missions for Starfleet.

So the urge to do the whole: Because the Council is Stupid, I'm Gonna Ignore the Council thing happens earlier than in Star Trek PIcard: Firewall.

This was why they had Janeway riding a desk for 2 years after, so Starfleet was sure Janeway could still follow orders. This is the same thing they pulled with Seven of Nine in Picard season 3-- she was permitted to go under Shaw's command, knowing he was a Wolf 395 survivor. Shaw was Seven's Shakedown cruise.

Just as riding a desk for 2 years was Janeway's shakedown cruise before she got/commandeered the Dauntless.

Anyway, this scene at the end of Friendship One was really affecting.

This is one of the few times we, the audience, are privy to Janeway's grief losing a crewmember.

#star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #joe carey

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thunderwavesolveseverything · 8 months

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The Being in the Dank Crypt

[Astarion x Named Tav]

The Nautiloid had been unlike anything Phayelynn had ever seen. It was more than she’d ever wanted to see. Hells, she was only a bard, after all. She was trained to regale the tales of those strapping brave adventurers of Faerûn. To write and sing praises of their heroic conquests. She wasn’t supposed to be the subject of her songs. She wasn’t strong and wasn't near dauntless enough to stare danger in the eye without cowering. She wasn’t made of the right stuff for this kind of life. A fact that quickly became apparent to her newfound companions not far into their campaign to find a cure for the parasites taking up residency in their skulls.

-- The Baldur's Gate brain rot is alive and well, and I'm obsessed, and want to novelize my playthrough <3

(word count: 4,092)

Read on AO3 or here :)

The Being in the Dank Crypt

The Nautiloid had been unlike anything Phayelynn had ever seen. It was more than she’d ever wanted to see. Hells, she was only a bard, after all. She was trained to regale the tales of those strapping brave adventurers of Faerûn. To write and sing praises of their heroic conquests. She wasn’t supposed to be the subject of her songs. She wasn’t strong and wasn’t near dauntless enough to stare danger in the eye without cowering. She wasn’t made of the right stuff for this kind of life. A fact that quickly became apparent to her newfound companions .

“Chk.” Lae’zel clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Her eyes narrowed as she slid her sword back into its sheath in one swift swing. “Has the tadpole ravaged your senses, or do your kind always have the compulsion to touch things without knowing their purpose?”

Phayelynn had to look away, holstering her crossbow behind her, trying to hide the tremble in her hands as she attempted to adjust it alongside her lute. It was an honest but unsuccessful attempt. She hadn’t even owned a crossbow this morning, she huffed to herself.

“Come now, Lae’zel, we all get a little overzealous sometimes.” Gale cut in. His voice was the lightest among the five of them. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t itching to crack every tombstone open and unlock every door. It’s not every day you find a ruin like this.” He shuffled over to her, leaning his staff against the stone wall to their left to free up his hands to help her fix her crossbow and lute so they sat comfortably on her back. “I would’ve pressed it too.” He whispered in her ear, his face getting a little too close to her for her liking.

She scowled for a moment at his attempt to make her feel better. Less stupid.

She let out a sigh. She shouldn’t be so harsh on him. She gave him a sheepish smile to show her appreciation. They’d only known each other for a few hours, and he was only trying to be nice. They didn’t know each other, and he didn’t have to stick up for her. Especially with the trouble she had already caused them all. Although, technically, Phayelynn could shift the blame onto Shadowheart as it was her idea to come into this old, caving-in, dank crypt in the first place.

After the Nautiloid crash, after narrowly escaping with the help of Shadowheart and Lae’zel, Phayelynn was sure she was done for. She was lost and still in a haze over what had transpired when she found Shadowheart in the wreckage near her. She had expressed her gratitude to Shadowheart for wanting to stick together, as Phayelynn would’ve been completely clueless about what to do next without the cleric’s help. Soon, their party of survivors grew from two to five, reuniting with Lae’zel last, finding her being held in a cage by a pair of Tieflings. Shadowheart hadn’t cared to stay to help, hearing voices nearby, deciding to investigate, but it felt wrong leaving Lae’zel. She had been a crucial part of their survival on the Nautiloid. Phayelynn couldn’t leave her and was proud to put her way with words to good use, tricking the two Tieflings to flee in fear of more ‘approaching’ Githyankis, allowing herself and Gale to free Lae’zel once they were alone. Phayelynn should’ve stopped there, but that was one of her flaws. She never knew when to stop when she was ahead.

When the three caught up to Shadowheart, she stood with the white-haired elf, Astarion, whom they had also picked up on the way, surveying two tomb raiders arguing about whether they should go inside. Shadowheart had been the one to suggest checking it out, explaining how they could sell whatever they found at the nearest settlement for supplies for their journey back to Baldur’s Gate and finding a cure for the parasite taking residence in their skulls now.

Wanting to continue impressing her new party, the young bard marched forward and, somehow, managed to persuade the two thieves that the crypt was riddled with monsters and not worth the take. She had a glimmer of pride as her party was impressed by her success, each having prepared to fight their way in.

Whether they had wanted one or not, it didn’t matter because it wasn’t long before they had gotten into one. As soon as they entered, from a hole in the ground above, they landed into one. It wasn’t a difficult fight, but Phayelynn wasn’t one to properly judge. She only had tavern brawls to compare it to. She did what she usually did in those situations. She stood in the back, shouting words of inspiration and the occasional mockery towards the raiders inside. It was clear that none of the five knew how to work together as a team, but they still somehow managed to slash, stab, shock, and smite down the raiders, clearing a path to the rest of the crypt.

Phayelyyn looked down at the skeleton at her feet. Moments ago, it had been so filled with life. It had also been so filled with anger as it dashed towards her. Her words had held no stock there. She looked back up as Astarion stood on the other side of the skeleton, in front of her, putting his daggers away. If it weren’t for him, she’d be dead. Or, well, maybe that was an exaggeration. She wouldn’t be dead, but she sure as hells wouldn’t be standing without the need of Shadowheart’s healing, and she didn’t know the woman nearly well enough to trust her to want to waste a spell on her, not after being the cause of this fight.

Astarion caught her staring, his red eyes glinting with mischief.

“Careful, I bite.” He smirked.

The blush spread across her cheeks against her will. As soon as she felt it, she averted her gaze back towards the button she had pushed mindlessly that had started this mess.

“Your kind gets overly excited to die? Chk. I will never understand, nor do I want to understand your kind’s ways.” Lae’zel hissed as she cast another hard look at Phayelynn.

“Haha,” Astarion’s loud laugh caught everyone’s attention. “I found it quite entertaining.” He shrugged his shoulders loosely, studying his nails. “I was getting quite bored.” He put a hand on his hip, using the other to point out the fallen skeletons. He brought it up, waving it, almost in a shooing motion at Phayelynn. “Now that that’s over, I say we go find out what that button opened up for us. Shall we?”

He raised an eyebrow, looking to Phayelynn to be his accomplice. She had been rather curious as to what the button was for. That was why she had pushed it in the first place. Even during the peak of the battle against its protectors, her curiosity grew when she heard the sound of rock moving, leaving her only to assume it was some mysterious secret door.

Astarion cocked an eyebrow, waiting for her reply. She gave him a broad smile and nodded enthusiastically, almost greedily, as she turned on her heel to go back and investigate. Astarion didn’t hesitate to follow, applauding her eagerness, “Oh, darling, I can tell we are going to be fast friends.”

Gale raised a hand, wanting to stop them.

“Maybe we should wait-,”

“Don’t waste your breath.” Shadowheart appeared by his side, rolling her eyes. “Let them go first. If they die, we at least know what traps to avoid.”

Phayelynn entered the hidden room first, unaware of Astarion purposely lingering back. She scanned around as if she knew what she was looking for. Her excitement overtook common sense. She pulled up the edge of her lip, somewhat disappointed at what she found. A couple of broken vases, some cobwebs, more broken vases, and-

Oh, she gasped.

She eyed the sarcophagus to her left, up near a wall. The others had old dusty books and a handful of spare gold pieces. This one must have so much gold and jewels inside to be hidden so carefully away and protected by those undead. She’d heard enough songs her uncle sang about these kinds of things to be sure.

Without thinking, without clearly learning her lesson, she reached forward and started pushing the lid of the sarcophagus back, slowly prying it open.

A hand jutted forward, gripping her wrist, digging well-kept nails into her alabaster skin. Her soul nearly jumped out of her body. With wide eyes, she looked to her left. It was Astarion. And he looked at her flabbergasted.

“You are quite literally the definition of fuck around and find out, aren’t you, love?” He pulled her back and away from the sarcophagus like a child about to touch an open flame. He flared his nostrils, huffing at her. Even if he found her apparent inexperience rather amusing, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was purposely acting this stupid or was just inherently so. “You’ve never done this type of thing before, have you?”

Before she could respond or form a proper defense, the candles around the room that had gone unnoticed lit their own volition to a haunting hue of ghostly green. Astarion backed away instantly, forcing Phayelynn to take a few steps if she didn’t want him to back right into her. Her eyes grew wider. She vaguely made out Gale, Shadowheart, and Lae’zel standing in the doorway from her peripheral vision. Lae’zel and Shadowheart stood, reaching to retrieve their weapons, simmering at Astarion and Phayelynn. At the same time, Gale looked curiously inside, flames flickering against the palm of his hand, just in case the need arose.

Phayelynn kept her attention on the lid as it started to move back on its own. An old, decaying hand snaked up from within its depths to help peel it open. All five jumped as the hand, with a shockingly strong force, threw the lid off. A loud bang echoed off the walls.

“Shit.” She heard Astarion mutter. His hands twitched, hovering over his daggers.

A corpse, flesh tightened and wrinkled over old bone, arose. He wore a long, dusty dark robe covering most of the body with bandages wrapped around what was exposed, hiding most of the rot. His body outwardly creaked and groaned as he stretched himself out. An intricate golden-crowned mask shined in the candlelight, the metals trailing down his neck and chest in thin swirls. His facial features were still visible, the skin of his nose flap causing Phayelynn to grimace and shutter. His feet touched against the floor, never breaking eye contact with her for a moment. He stood silent as he took in those who stood before him, disturbing what had been supposed to be his eternal slumber.

Phayelynn gulped.

Astarion took a step around her, taking cover behind her.

Phayelynn gulped harder.

Dick, she uttered under her breath.

The being floated up, then down towards them, making Phayelynn and Astarion step further back to save some space between them and him. He finally looked away from Phayelynn, sparing Astarion a look, then craning his head over to the other three before settling back on the bard.

“What a curious way to awaken.” He said, his voice deep and eerie. He towered over Phayelynn not much by height but by presence, holding the room in a quiet uncertainty. He seemed unbothered by the effect he cast, not allowing time for anyone else to speak or react, “Now, I have a question for thee: what is the worth of a single mortal’s life?”

Phayelynn’s brow twitched.

She rapidly tried to think of the correct response, seeing how the question was directed at her. She had to find a way to talk herself out of this. The other skeletons, who’d protected this crypt, were sentient, but not to this degree. She had to choose her words carefully.

Or she could toss up Astarion like he so cowardly offered her up moments prior. She grumbled, taking another step back, her back hitting his chest. Her eyes narrowed with determination. She’d show him.

“What are you?” she straightened herself up, covering her quivering with a newfound but bogus confidence.

The being tilted his head at her as if not expecting her to ask him a question in return. He didn’t look indignant or insulted; instead, he looked pleased. “I am not the same as those thou hast slain if that is what thou askest.”

Phayelynn wrinkled her nose at his way of speech. No one talked like that anymore unless they were those pompous, wealthy socialites who hired bards like her for fancy parties. Whoever this was wasn’t like one of those. “That is what I askest? I suppose-” She hesitated, adding, “-est?”

She heard Astarion let out a deep sigh behind her, feeling him stifle a chuckle in his chest at her lack of cool. Her cheeks flushed.

The being nodded before raising a hand, putting everyone on edge for a split second. He asked again, “Wilt thou answer my question?”

Phayelynn had always loved the spotlight. She relished it. Dreamed of nothing but performing in front of groups of hundreds. For all the years she’d traveled with her uncle and his motley troupe, training under him and practicing until her fingers bled and throat grew sore, she longed for it. But now, with all sets of eyes on her, she wanted nothing more than to hide behind the stage curtain.

“Just answer the damned question so we can be on with it,” Astarion said through gritted teeth.

She shot him a helpless look over her shoulder before looking back at the being before her. Keep your eyes on him, Phay, she warned herself, show no fear.

“Uh-,” she winced at the shakiness of her voice. She coughed into her fist, clearing her throat. Once again, she straightened herself up. “Yes, of course-er. What was the question again?”

Smooth, Phay, smooth, she cursed herself.

“I ask again: What is the worth of a single mortal life?” He said with a hint of tiredness.

It was either from having to repeat himself or just having to exist. Phayelynn couldn’t tell, but she paid attention fully this time. She took a second, only a slight breath of a moment to think. She was sure her life was worth much more than most, not caring if or how bad that sounded.

With a shrug, this time, she confidently answered, “I mean, I guess that depends on what the person did during their life. If they were an absolute dick,” she paused, once again sparing a gaze over her shoulder before facing the being, “I think they wouldn’t be worth much.” She wore a smirk, hearing Astarion’s appalled gasp. She put her hands on her hips, satisfied. “Their worth depends on their actions.”

“Hmm.” The being hummed with a nod. “I am sure thou believest as such.” He said, causing Phayelynn to falter for a moment.

Did she answer wrong? Oh gods, what’s going to happen now- she started to panic, her eyes darting to those in the doorway for help. They offered none as they watched and waited for the being’s next move.

“Very well.” He said after another painfully long moment, having seemingly contemplated her answer. “I am satisfied. We have met, and I know thy face.” He stepped back, heading towards the door, causing Shadowheart, Gale, and Lae’zel to scatter, disbursing in different directions to get out of his way as he didn’t appear to be attacking them. “We will see each other again at the proper time and place. Farewell.”

Phayelynn blinked a few times, processing, or more so trying to process everything that had just happened. Her mouth fell open as she watched him walk past Shadowheart, Gale, and Lae’zel without a second glance and out into the main room, muttering under his breath about the state of the crypt and how long he’d been asleep.

“Keep your mouth open like that, and you’ll catch flies.” Astarion snapped her out of it.

She ignored his taunt, although leaving him behind. She moved through the doorway to follow the being, wanting more answers. “Hey! Wait! What do you mean you know thy face? Excuse me!” She called out when he ignored her, “Bony man! I’m talking to you—proper time and place. I’m right here-” A hand pulled her to a stop. “Hey!”

She looked up to see who stopped her. It had been Gale. She shot him a fiery look.

“How about we show some decorum? We don’t know who or what that is, but he seems to mean no harm. We should keep it that way.” He tried to discourage her, wanting to show her reason. Mostly, he didn’t want this to end up in another fight. He started to question his quick trust in her.

“He wasn’t being all creepy with you! Did you hear him? I know thy face. Who even talks like that anymore!” Phayelynn crossed her arms against her chest, pouting her lip in frustration.

Astarion let out another hearty laugh, having moved to the doorway, finding the entire thing utterly hilarious. “I say we let her have another go. I’d love to see how that would play out.”

Phayelynn was about to snap at him but was cut off by Shadowheart, who exhaled deeply. Lae’zel wasn’t shy about her disapproval either as she glared daggers Phayelynn’s way.

“Istik” the Gith muttered under her breath, crossing her arms against her chest. She started to move forward, done with them all. “Let us go.” her sharp tone leaving no room for disagreement.

“Okay, but if that had happened to any of you,” Phayelynn raised her hands in defeat, looking at them accusatory as they all started to follow Lae’zel, “You’d want answers.”

“As much as it displeases me to agree with the Gith, I do.” Shadowheart gives Phayelynn a lazy once over. Her nose pointed at her, “Let’s just get out of here. I saw a few more rooms we can check on the way out.”

Phayelynn kept towards the back of the party, shooting the being one last glare before they exited the room. She glared down at her feet, still feeling petty. She wasn’t paying attention, not noticing Astarion slinking his way next to her, hands tucked behind his back, leaning down so they could speak hushed while they walked.

“He was rather quite repugnant.”

“Exactly!” She exclaimed as she looked up at him in agreement. “Did you see his nose?”

“I wish I hadn’t.” Astarion suppressed a gag, grimacing.

A collective sigh was heard from the three in front of the party as the pair went on about the many features they found disturbing and grotesque about the being in the crypt.

It wasn’t until later, after narrowly escaping and figuring out one more deathtrap involving another sarcophagus and fire, lots and lots of fire shooting out at them, that they exited the crypt, arms full of loot.

Phayelynn held open a bag they had snatched off one of the tomb raider’s bodies, sorting through the pile they had dumped onto the ground. She sat beside Astarion, who kneeled, dumping everything he could into his own. Shadowheart and Gale had been close doing the same while Lae’zel scouted for a good place to camp for the night, as the sun had set by the time they exited the crypt.

“I really wish I had a bag of holding.” She picked up a ruby necklace and some bracers that looked like they’d fit her. She fascinated on all the things she could fit inside. “Fancy jewelry, clothes, gold, more gold, maybe a new lute, even.”

She didn’t care if Astarion was listening to her. She was too giddy to stop. The parasite and events of the Nautiloid were tossed in the furthest backs of her thoughts. She could only focus on the treasure before them.

Astarion stopped for a moment, looking at her knavishly. Maybe an alliance with her wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Her rashness in the crypt did give him cause to question her as a potential ally, but she seemed to have her priorities straight, at least. He chuckled, clueing her in that he had been listening to her babble. He reached for a chalice but quickly pulled his hand back.

Silver.

“Not one for wine?” Her voice snapped him out of it.

He quickly put himself together before she could pick up on him losing himself, even for a moment. He didn’t move to touch it. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to take that chance just yet. His eyes caught something else, just as shiny.

“Oh, quite the opposite.” He said, picking up a golden cup. It wasn’t as grand or polished as the chalice, but gold was better than silver anyway. “I’m just a connoisseur of the finer things. I only drink from the best.” He nodded toward what was left of their pile, the chalice included.

“Silver’s still worth something, and that’s good enough for me.” Phayelynn shrugged, swiping it up and throwing it carelessly into her bag, the sound it made leaving Astarion to pull a face.

“That’ll be worth less all dented up and scratched.” He poked, moving to stand. He looked around, seeing Lae’zel walking back out of the tree line. He turned back to Phayelynn. “But who am I? You’re the expert on what things are worth.” He glowered at her.

She joined him, buttoning the backpack closed, holding it awkwardly due to its weight. She rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand in a docile way. She picked up his jab at her about what she had said back in the crypt to Bony Man.

“I didn’t mean what I said-” she started, but something told her she wouldn’t get away with lying to him. “No, I did. You were being a dick.”

“And you were touching things you shouldn’t.” He countered.

Phayelynn opened her mouth, intent on fighting back, already pulling together something snappy to say, but something told her to stop. The voice was telling her to quit while she was ahead. Usually, she would ignore it. She’d keep pushing. Keep antagonizing. But for once, something compelled her to listen to it.

The parasite and the Nautiloid became ever present as she looked over his face, hearing Gale calling out to them, saying that Lae’zel had found a suitable place for them to camp for the night. She had no idea how long she’d be traveling with these people. She had no idea how long it would take to get these damned cursed worms out of their skulls. She had to get back to Baldur’s Gate, but she knew she couldn’t get back alone.

She outreached her hand, offering it to Astarion. He looked at it with a scrunched-up nose. She stretched her fingers for emphasis, urging him to take the hint. He still didn’t budge. She groaned, rolling her eyes. Using her other hand, she grabbed his, placing it too roughly into the one she’d offered him, and shook it firmly. He took a moment to react before pulling himself free.

“What on earth are you doing?” He demanded, taking a step back.

“I was offering a truce. And friendship.” She shrugged as they followed the others. “You said earlier that you thought we’d be good friends, so let’s. We’ll need all the friends we can get to figure out how to get these things out of our heads.”

“Hmm.” he pretended to think about her truce, truly considering her offer.

She rolled her eyes at him, knowing he was trying to put her on edge, to make her feel guilty.

She may not be so easily fooled, Astarion thought to himself. He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, sighing, “Well, alright,” He dragged out. “I supposed I can accept your oh-so-generous offer if I decide you’re worth my companionship.”

“Really? I’m never going to hear the end of that, am I?” She huffed.

“Oh darling, no.” He confirmed, laughing madly.

Phayelynn groaned loudly, marching away from him as she tried to catch up to the others. Astarion laughed once more, though this time to himself. A broad, curved, guileful grin spread across his features as he watched her walk away, a plan forming in his mind.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #astarion romance #astarion bg3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #tav bg3 #bard oc

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code31-onthedancefloor · 1 year

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you know what im just putting it in a separate post. this is my own ulixes backstory - content warning for parental+familial abuse/neglect.

Another stupid mistake.

Ulixes had forgotten to wash and put away the dishes. This had the immediate effect of enraging his father - who was hitherto consumed in a bad mood - and the expulsion of Ulixes from the family home for the night. Moronic of himself, Ulixes thought, to provoke him so thoughtlessly. Muffled in the kitchen and its yellowing white tiles with that awful, guttural shout, until Ulixes turned and ran - ran out the back door, to where his father would not follow under the siren call of another pyrholidon from the fridge.

And so he sat, looking up at the house and the pale sky above it. An entire wooden thing slumping dauntless before him. It rotted and shook and groaned through stormy nights, as if aware of its absurd and depressing existence. Embarrassed by the silence of its residents. Apathetic to the omen of another hard winter. On the little porch around the back that nobody ever used - where it wouldn’t dampen his trousers - Ulixes wondered into the thrice-unread pages of his book: why doesn’t it just fall?

Yet, the clocks kept turning, and the mice wouldn’t stop running through the pantry. Little scampering-scratching in the walls beside his bed. The pigeons that nested in the chimney each Summer. Ulixes Bücher, tucked away where no-one would try to find him. Empty pantries. Cold bed. Crumbling chimney. Ulixes, tucking himself away. That was the way of things. That was how nature was slowly reclaiming the Bücher household. Day by day. Night by night.

Especially those long, long nights which were as black as pitch and twice as humid. Where he as a little boy would toss and turn and dream of the entire wretched house collapsing. In those dreams, he would wake up in the morning, surrounded by and buried in rubble - the mounted deer head, the ripped clothes, the four-poster bed in his parent’s room, the fine china that was never used - and Ulixes, sole survivor, a tiny dot in the wreckage, emerging. Fifteen tumbling steps to the left, and he would happen upon the remains of the family jewels. In this childish fantasy, Ulixes would sell the jewels and move far, far away. It didn’t matter where. The house just needed to fall. So why didn’t it?

In a fit of frustration, he snapped his book shut. Wind tousled his hair as he meandered through the overgrown garden: through the long furs of grass - the deadnettle, which his older brothers would pick the flowers off to jokingly whip at him - past the old pine trees, all the way to the back. Here, a shed almost as old as the house itself stands vigil against the elements. A slightly brighter shade of wood, still dulled by years of use and disuse. A musky hint of rainy evenings past, warping the walls. Windowless.

And no lock, of course - nobody would just let themselves into here, not in the East. Not where you were picked off the street and sent back across the canal for the most minor of public infractions. Except, nobody in the Bücher household has repeatedly accessed this little hovel either. Perhaps since his grandfather, as far as Ulixes knows. He did woodwork, or something to that effect, in his spare time. Back when they employed house-servants, this place could possibly have gone over the rusting equipment with a dust-rag. Now, all the erstwhile sawdust has simply blown away; a blessing for the jacket on Ulixes’ back which is quickly going to become a mattress under the dented, discoloured workbench - one of the only things nailed to the floor.

He doesn’t know how many hours his grandfather spent here. By all accounts, he was a silent old man, praised by Ulixes’ siblings for scoring a once-in-a-lifetime engineering commission from a previously blossoming city. In fact, the Bücher household seem to have a thing for dying before Ulixes ever meets them. Apart from those who still remain in the house, he knows of one cousin who moved away to Jamrock, never to be heard of again. Every other member is locked in an eternal, poisonous game of one-upmanship over dinner, concerning wage brackets and managerial positions. Quoting the spiteful rants of his oldest brother - there used to be openings. And now there aren’t. Honest, skilled workers like he are forced back across the canal for work, where the jobs are cheap and the turnover is cheaper. His Aunt, spitting into a wine glass about mingling with the lower people, how the trickle-down up-swing has faded, how stagnancy has strangled her aspiration of a nice car and the subsequent respect that would blossom on everyone’s faces when she turns up in that.

They have made it abundantly clear that whatever blessed the Bücher family three generations ago is never doubling back. The repairs the home direly needs will never be happening. Even if they did, the resounding result would simply be putting a plaster on a stab-wound. It doesn’t matter how much junk his father sells to put him through a return-on-investment education. So, why doesn’t the house fall?

He breathes the afternoon light, perched in the doorframe; leaning. In contrast to the opulence of his grandparents’ tailor-made mansion, the shed is a utilitarian thing. Cuboid and sturdy, with its thick walls and insulated door - telling the tale of a person who would be complained away from the porch by neighbours or would not be dissuaded from partaking in outdoor hobbies in Winter. A floor softened by work boots. Flecks of paint and glue and oil staining in intervals. The whisper of pine needles reverberating around. So much wood, he thinks, like a little hole in a tree. A bird’s nest, from which he is watching the grey bulb of the sky grow dimmer and dimmer. Until the trees and the too-tall fence and the grasses turn into a shadow-puppet show. Until all Ulixes can hear is the wind. Until Ulixes can no longer read his book - only able to see a vague outline of his hands, and the stars still somehow shining through the city smog. Until he whistles, and the air stops whistling that jaunty little tune back into his ears, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. That is when he shuts the door to the shed.

It is warm, Ulixes’ little nest. Thrumming with that insulation, that warp-curved geometry. It does something comforting to your brain, such like a reinforcing example does for a belief you already hold. He parts his chapped lips, and pushes his tongue to the back of his throat. A little click of sound is released. A pushing of a particularly satisfying button - or the trigger pulled on an empty gun-barrel?

The click bounces off the walls. It is an instantaneous cacophony, finished in less than a second. But it reels back his mind from wandering back to earlier, where the dishes were stacked and dirty and his father’s face was…

Click. Click. Click.

Echo. Echo. It never fails. Nothing is used against him, here - where no one will look for him.

Ulixes opens his book to the middle before resting his head on it. He knows by experience the floor will mercifully not hurt his body come morning. A jacket, brown, coming apart at the seams, slung over his thin frame.

Tonight, he dreams again of the house falling down. The wind; terrible and exacting, will extricate the foundations from the tumour of Revachol East and tumble it in a chef-swirl across the street. Miraculously, it would ignore The Shed, just as Ulixes would awake the next day to ruins, only to completely disregard its contents in favour of walking into the encroaching Pale. As if there was something in there for him. In there, where the air whistles back at him.

#this boy has two refuges and it is Books and Shed #i hope i spelt pyrholidon correctly. oh well #i kinda left things vague here because i dont have a full family tree planned out or anything #and i dont really expect that to be happening anytime soon #i headcanon uli to be along the 'kim' line of 'repress everything until you forget it and then never think about it again'#which uhhhh. aha. i might be projecting. (<-they have DPDR)#it's MY flashfic and I get to choose the mental sickness #but unlike steban - ulixes doesnt mention his family in-game *at all*. he is at the book club to Follow Steban #and of course they align ideologically. but steban actually gives his ideas the time of day. he *listens* - despite not agreeing with #everything he says. he doesnt lash out. he is Gentle.#and what about that - to someone like ulixes - wouldn't make him want to follow steban into the pale?#also la revacholiere makes a cameo here. brief hints of what is to come.#disco elysium #ulixes bücher #echo maker #txt

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Fandoms

All the fandoms I'm doing and taking a break from. Always up to date, check often :)

Last Edited: 2/1/24

Bold -> Written Before

Not Bold -> Hasn't been written before.

🔪Fandoms I am currently writing for🔪

Movies/Shows

- Adventure Time

- Arcane

- Assassination Classroom

- Attack on Titan

- Avatar (Movies)

- Beastars (Season 1 + 2 of the anime)

- Bionicle: The Journey To One

- Black Clover

- Blue Exorcist

- The Boys

- Carmen Sandiego (Netflix show)

- Death Note

- The Devil is a Part-Timer!

- Ducktales 2017

- Fire Force

- Game of Thrones

- Gravity Falls

- Halo RvB/Red vs Blue (All seasons)

- Happy Tree Friends (Anthro Animals or Hybrids/Humans [Like my OCs])

- Haikyu!

- Hazbin Hotel

- How To Train Your Dragon

- Invader Zim (Original series and Enter the Florpus)

- House of the Dragon

- Monkie Kid (Lego)

- My Hero Academia

- My Little Pony (FiM and a New Generation)

- Murder Drones

- Naruto

- Ninjago

- Noragami

- One Piece

- One Punch Man

- Pirates of the Caribbean

- Puss in Boots

- Rick & Morty

- Saiki K

- Spooky Month

- Star Wars (Movies + Clone Wars)

- Steven Universe

- Solar Opposites

- Terminator (All movies)

- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Media (2003, 2007 movie, 2012, 2014/Bayverse, 2018/ROTTMNT)

- Tokyo Ghoul

- Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

- Treasure Planet

- Trigun Stampede

- Umbrella Academy

- Voltron: Legendary Defender

- Walking Dead

- Watchmen

- Wednesday

- The Witcher (Show)

- X-men Evolution

Games

- Apex Legends

- Arknights

- Assassin's Creed

- Bendy and the Ink Machine

- Bioshock (All games)

- Borderlands (Including 1, 2, Pre-sequel, and 3)

- Call of Duty

- Criminal Case

- Cookie Run

- Cult of The Lamb

- Danganronpa (Games only)

- Dauntless (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Darksiders

- Dark Deception

- Dark Souls/Souls-Like games

- Dead By Daylight (All Survivors and Killers along with costumes)

- Dead Space (1-3)

- Detroit: Become Human

- Devil May Cry

- Deltarune (Both Chapters)

- Disney Mirrorverse

- Don’t Starve (All Survivors and Costumes)

- DOOM

- Dying Light

- Evil Within

- Evolve (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Fallout

- Far Cry

- Fear and Hunger

- Five Nights at Freddy’s (All Games, Books, Fluffy AU) (Animatronic or Android)

- Friday Night Funkin (Base game)(?)

- Final Fantasy (Primarily anything past 7)

- Gears/Gears of War (Yandere Fics)

- Genshin Impact

- God of War

- Half-Life

- Halo (Reach, CE, 2, 3, 3 ODST, 4, 5, Infinite, Wars 1+2)

- Hollow Knight

- Honkai Impact

- Human Animal Crossing

- Identity V (All Survivors/Killers and their costumes except Hastur and younger characters are depicted as Platonic)

- Killer Frequency

- The Last of Us

- League of Legends

- Left 4 Dead (1 and 2)

- Legend of Zelda

- Lobotomy Corporation

- Mario Franchise

- Metal Gear Solid (All games, although I like Revengeance the most)

- Metroid

- Minecraft (Experimenting)

- Mortal Kombat (9 through 11)

- Mystic Messenger

- No More Heroes

- No Straight Roads

- Obey Me!

- OFF

- Outlast

- The Outer Worlds

- Overwatch (All characters/Costumes)

- Payday 2

- Persona (3-5)

- Portal (1 and 2)

- Pokemon (Just Trainers Right Now) (All games)

- PvZ Garden Warfare (Mostly Platonic but we'll see)

- Ratchet and Clank

- Rainbow Six Siege

- Resident Evil (All Games)

- Red Dead Redemption (Mostly 2)

- Roblox DOORS (?)

- Silent Hill

- Skyrim

- Street Fighter

- Team Fortress 2 (All Classes and characters like Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale)

- Twisted Wonderland

- Undertale

- Warframe

- We Happy Few

- Xcom

Books

- Halo Books (Fall of Reach, The Flood, Contact Harvest, The Cole Protocol, First Strike, Ghosts of Onyx, Cryptum, Broken Circle, Hunters In The Dark, Last Light, New Blood, Envoy, Retribution, Smoke and Shadow, Bad Blood, Renegade, Point of Light, Divine Wind)

- Jujutsu Kaisen (I read the manga)

- Bungou Stray Dogs (I read the manga)

Fits in more than one category

- Alien vs Predator (Just Alien movies or Predator movies are also included. Also books and games.)

- Black Butler

- Creepypasta/Gaming Creepypasta (Not everyone, it depends)

- Cuphead (Game/Show)

- Cyberpunk 2077 (Anime/Game)

- DC Comics (Comics, Games, Movies) [Injustice and Arkhamverse mainly, but let's discuss]

- Demon Slayer

- Hiveswap

- Homestuck

- Madness Combat (Game and Series)

- Marvel Cinematic Universe (Up to Endgame)/Marvel Comic Universe (SPECIFY WHAT COMIC PLEASE-)

- SCP (Not everyone, it depends)

- Slashers/Horror in general (Please say what movie your slasher is from)

- Sonic (All games + The Paramount Movies + IDW Comics. All characters are aged up except characters Classic! Tails, Movie! Tails, Cream the Rabbit, Ray the Flying Squirrel, and Classic Amy, which are Platonic as I can't see them as aged up.)

- South Park (All aged up of course, Show and games)

- Splatoon (Manga/Games)

- Transformers (Animated, Cyberverse, Earthspark, Generation 1, IDW comics, Prime, Robots In Disguise, War for Cybertron)

- Yandere OCs I have (Look at this list)

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🚫Fandoms I am taking a break from🚫

#yandere x reader #yandere fandoms #panther fandoms

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thepariahcontinuum · 1 year

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For the worm power oc thing:

A brute/striker/Trump that has regeneration, personal force field, super strenght, the power to make his weapons more effectife etc.

The catch is that those powers are derectily tied to a set of ideals. So he starts out with none of them but the more he lives up to the ideals the more of them he onlocks and the stronger they become.

(If it wasn't obvious if been reading some books about bretonnia lately)

This is somewhere between a member of one of the Lantern Corps and a Shounen protag.

.... Honestly my initial thought would be to make this a surviving member of the Sentai Elite, but I've already done that once and if too many survivors start showing up then it undercuts the initial loss, like in DBZ when Saiyans keep popping up.

So instead I'm gonna go for the kinda obvious and cliche choice of a Knight....But with over the top Anime stylings.

Obviously a hero, maybe a younger hero who just graduated from the Wards, like Triumph had. Whatever his Trigger event was it has to be something suitably fucked where all of these new powers still weren't quite enough, likely because whatever caused the trigger had shaken him to the point of the powers not working effectively.....Also I'm going to add a qualifier here that, like Gallant emotional manipulation powers don't work on this Cape, you can't just manually make them feel heroic.

His costume, like I said it's armour but anime bullshit. Silver and red, with an actual cape because he can pull it off, every plate of this suit is ornate detailed. He's got weapons that may or may not be tinker-tech, a lance (the cylindrical jousting type) for if/when he's on a bike, a sword and then "The" Sword tm....With the capitalisation being justified, it's a big ol' tinker-tech Zweihander that most people can't lift, it has to be sent out to him after he's unlocked hi super strength by suitably anime bullshit means. Also his suit only has the bottom half of a helmet and an oversized gorget to hide his lower face, with a mask over his eyes but this guy's luxurious locks blow in the wind as much as his cape.

Cape name: Valiant....And he's annoyed that Dauntless and Hero were taken

#wormblr #worm web serial #parahumans #wildbow #worm oc #Anon

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startrekprodigyfan · 2 years

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Starting today we’re going to be able to follow along with Admiral Janeway’s logs for additional lore and intrigue!

In this log entry we learn that the Dauntless’s name was suggested by B’elanna Torres as a reminder of their perils in the Delta Quadrant, and that the Protostar’s mission was to try and rectify any mistakes or failures on Voyager’s original journey home.

#star trek prodigy #star trek #prodigy #prodigy spoilers #spoilers #janeway #star trek: prodigy

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4ugury · 9 months

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MULTIMUSE ROULETTE ! send 🎲 and i’ll place our muses into this generator and post the resulting muse combinations and a few ideas on how to make it work!

" 🎲 " ft, @nearends

TRIS PRIOR & NICK GRIMES, this could be done pretty easy by either placing nick and the grimes family into a divergent alternate universe, or by playing tris into a walking dead au! i'd have to say that the grimes are definitely dauntless, i'd wanna say either carl or nick would be a varying level of divergent, like we see others in the movies end up being ; either way, they start as dauntless and in the case of nick, he stays dauntless where his family is— rick and jeff, i think lori joined dauntless, but i do think lucy has always been dauntless. as for a switch up where tris is in a walking dead au, she could come from a peaceful settlement of survivors ! or honestly, a closed off city (like in tlou with the QZ's) that is still split up into factions, that being just how they're run ! either way, gimme tris and nick interactions pleath and thank.

JOHN MURPHY & FOSTER LAMBERT, a kinda weird one again except not really— foster comes from the insidious franchise, so i'd basically just throw him into t100 for simplicities sake! he'd be from the space station (can't remember what it's called), and be one of the hundred to come down. he has an older brother named dalton, and a younger sister who are probably still up in space with their parents- though i could see dalton being sent down with him to be honest.

ELLIE WILLIAMS & ETHAN WINTERS, uhhhh again i think this could be pretty easy. taking away the fact my man is just a mold man and would inherently just be infected- i'd make him a survivor looking for his abducted infant daughter, literally losing some fingers on the way, if not a whole hand. im not gonna lie idk much abt RE outside of ethan's games, so i'm not sure how i would place ellie into RE !

BELLAMY BLAKE & DENZEL, this is a weird one but honestly could work. denzel is from FF7: advent children, which can be viewed a bit apocalyptic? kind of. there's basically a plague going around and ya boy is infected with it! but i know u dont know much abt ff and there's too much lore involving FF7 specifically, so i'd just make denzel a natblida/nightblood grounder; he'd be bite-y and fight-y because he did try and throw hands with a god canonically.

#NEARENDS

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hcrexcellency · 10 months

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☼☾ ( jeanine mason, 30 , she/her , cis woman , de la rosa 5 ) - have you seen MARIA DE LA ROSA? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re DAUNTLESS but also TEMPESTUOUS. when you think of them , you think of A SHIP SAILING IN A SEA OF FOG, SMEARED PAINT ON CANVAS, HANDS COVERED IN GOLD RINGS.

Basics:

Name: Maria De La Rosa Title: Princess of Sicily Age: 30 Birthday: January 25th (Aquarius) Sexuality: Heterosexual Marital Status: Betrothed Positive Traits: Brave, tactical, creative, loyal, decisive Negative Traits: Violent, short-tempered, bold, cunning, vengeful. Hobbies: Painting, sailing, fishing, swimming Family: Vero De La Rosa (father), Diego De La Rosa (father), Felix De La Rosa (brother), Mechai De Medici (sibling-in-law).

The Story: (tw; murder, blood, drowning, fire, nightmares)

On board a ship that was so valiantly named The Serpent's Blood, a pirate captain and his appointed queen fell madly in love after killing her terrible husband. They abandoned her village life permanently for the high seas and birthed a daughter. Until the age of 5 years old, she was loved for and cared for by her parents, watching them pillage and plunder from below deck, watching her mother clean off her bloody sword. But life with this family went as soon as it came, for a raid by a mystery navy crew ended the lives of her parents and their entire crew, leaving the child as its only survivor. The poor girl washed up on the shores of Sicily, found by its kings and taken into their family. She had no memory of her previous life, no recollection of the raid. She was speechless, completely in shock. The kings named her "Maria", for she came from the sea and was given to them as a beloved gift. She grew up loved, learning to sail the moment she regained her voice. Though rebellious in nature and defiant by desire, she was a difficult, yet devoted child. Having younger siblings, as she grew older, only made it easier for her to sprinkle her bad influence all over them, taking them out to bars, going out with sailors, and learning their pirate heritage from the pirates themselves. One of those outings with the sailors lead Maria to a pirate captain's son. While contentious at first, their relationship grew from constant bickering to sailing a ship together and falling madly in love with one another on the high seas. They kept their affair a secret from her family, for fear that they wouldn't approve due to her being a princess and he a mere pirate. Whilst sailing together on a blissful evening, a navy ship arrived, arresting her lover for crimes of piracy and imprisoning him in the Caribbean. Maria was able to escape, but in doing so, she lost the love of her life, wondering if she were to ever see him again. She'd written diplomatic letters in hopes that he would be released to her as a personal bodyguard, but alas, there was no word in return. She was left to believe that he was dead, and so Maria relented and agreed to journey with her family to France to give up her fantasy romance on the high seas. However... Ever since that night, when love slipped through her fingers, Maria has been having the same nightmares. She believed, at first, that they were visions of the raid, but it was more than that. She seemed to be hiding below deck of a ship she did not recognize, blood, fire, and smoke surrounding her. Could it be those missing years from her childhood? Could there be something connecting her now to her birth parents? Now that there was little hope of her love surviving, she could bury her broken heart in research, attempting to discover who she is and where she really came from.

Similar Characters: Wednesday Addams (Wednesday), Imelda Rivera (Coco), Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time), Angelica (Pirates of the Carribbean), Anastasia (Anastasia)

Established Connections:

The De La Rosa Family. The Pirates-Turned-Royals are the toughest of the other royals families that reside in Versailles, though they tend to come off the most awkward at most royal function, particularly when it comes to horseback riding. Her Papí, Diego, is the easiest for people to approach, and Maria turns to him in vulnerable times where she needs reassurance and comfort. One could look to her Papá, Vero, and see exactly where her stoic and rigid personality came from, and therefore he is often the only one she'll listen to. Felix, her brother, is quite the opposite from her, yet she would protect them with her life, along with her sibling-in-law, Mechai.

Jakob Hölm. Fiancé. What she needed more than forgiveness was redemption, a chance to make up for the years at sea, abandoning her royal life for constant voyages. Choosing Jakob as her betrothed, which would make him the future King of Sicily, was the only thing she felt she could do; give the people a king they deserve. She finds him kind, easy to talk to, and comforting, and the fact that she wants to be near him is entirely confusing to her.

WC'S

FIRST MATE. A lady in waiting who is really the first mate of her crew. She was the only one whom she brought along to France to provide her some sense of sanity.

#muse ; 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕒 𝔻𝕖 𝕃𝕒 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕒 #francehq.intro

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pyromaniacblujay · 4 months

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#the binding of isaac #survivor dauntless #my drawings #thinking about it she's kind of far from the whole “love” and “hug” theming #but i like this too much to change it #tboi survivor fathoms au

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magnimoon · 11 months

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Chapter 17: The Vint and the Wick - A Cullevelyan fic

You can read it on AO3 as well as the rest of the episodes!

Summary:

Bryony meets Dorian for the first time. The events of Inquisition continue and this chapter marks the beginning of the long friendship these two will have. Of course Dorian would have his own chapter, specially since he will be the biggest support for Bryony and her love troubles.

The rest of the episode under the cut

Many people will find others that may, as many express, click instantly with them. There is an unexplainable energy, mindset, tastes or even combination of personality traits that create an immediate resonance between two individuals. Some of these people may do so because they share a common taste, such as their love for cheese. Others may have a romantic or sexual attraction developed so quickly, only just because the other person possess physical traits they find attractive. A good example is the Commander with the Herald of Andraste and vice versa.

Others, however, become close friends due to their affinities, talents and even maybe the same thirst for competition. Others… due to shared trauma. That is the case of a certain couple of mages whom just met days ago.

Now, the Tevinter mage residing in Haven, ready to help the Inquisition, is delightful by the conversations he has with the Ostwick mage, survivor of the Conclave. Many are even surprised of the immediate chemistry both showed, not in a romantic sense this time. What amazes the most is the contrast between both individuals.

Dorian is an elegant man, showing his Tevinter side by always looking for some wine in the middle of nowhere. The mage himself has an ego bigger than the love Alistair has for cheese. He loves to take long baths, wear a gentle yet strong fragrance, and to eat refined food as much as possible.

Not saying that the Herald doesn’t possess these feats, but she is an easy opposite of Dorian. She hasn’t drunk a single drop of alcohol ever since arriving at Haven, doesn’t bother if her attire gets muddy after a fight or training, and will eat anything edible as long as it tastes good. In general, Dorian is an elegant and delicate flower that could beat your ass with magic. Bryony is a tough and dauntless thorn that could also beat your ass with magic and punches if needed.

What made them so close? Some may think is the incredible sass Dorian possesses, or in general the cheerful attitude Bryony has for combat. The answer is neither. It was a very dark experience in Redcliffe.

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“Damn, I fucking hate mages!” Exclaimed a furious Bryony, almost kicking a door while in Redcliffe.

It all started… with the mages joining the Tevinter empire.

“Last time I checked, you were one as well.” Said Varric, trying to lighten up the mood from the situation.

“Yeah, and sometimes I hate it. It’s like the mages don’t want help from others.” Bryony was combing her hair with her fingers. Although her nails were mostly scratching her head. She looked desperate, unsure of whom to support, given the big mess she encountered with the mages. The same feeling happened while she was attending the Conclave. She lasted at least five minutes without wanting to punch someone. It was unsure whether it was a templar or mage, though.

“I agree with her. This is why the Circles were built in the first place. Darling, we need to assess the situation at hand. It would be a foolish task to trust the mages with the Breach. At least not with full freedom.” Added Vivienne, looking a bit triumphant since the mages were helpless. The mage has confidence that the Inquisition won’t help them, or, if they do, their fate isn’t in a good light. Prisoners is what they can aim, if they are lucky. This, of course, helps with Vivienne’s plans.

Varric dropped it there. He didn’t want to see another mage talk about the mage situation. Or any other one talking in general about the mage/templar debate. He also noticed Bryony was tired of it, since she remained quiet afterwards.

Varric knows that Bryony doesn’t mean ill for the mages. She is one. But, within the time he has spent with her, he has realized that this is the method Bryony uses for venting her strong emotions. Once she feels satisfied, she resumes the cool-headed mindset she needs for complex decisions. Whatever floats her boat, Varric thinks. He finds funny all of her reactions. One time he saw how she kicked a rock right into the face of a bear. That was a bad day in the Hinterlands.

But he knows that Vivienne isn’t joking or venting any emotion. Bryony detected that as well, which prompted only a frustrated sigh from the Herald. It was after a few steps that they realized that they were heading even further into Redcliffe.

“Uh… Boss? You sure this is the way out?” Bull had to be the common sense in the group. At least the vocal one, since Bryony was determined in their next course of action.

“We are not going out, Bull. We are headed towards the Chapel. If we are lucky…” she stops to take another look at the note she received in the bar, “then maybe the mages aren’t a lost cause just yet.”

The rest is history.

After meeting Dorian, the gang discovered that the mages were pinned against a wall before making the decision. “Time travel,” said Varric, “and here I thought this shit couldn’t get weirder.” Said the same dwarf who saw Meredith getting turned into red lyrium. That said a lot.

Bryony still disapproves their choice, but she won’t give up on the mages so easily. The events that continued afterwards involved the three advisors, a tired Cassandra, a frustrated Bryony and a team who has no idea what they were about to encounter in Ferelden.

In between all of those, there was a specific ex templar trying to convince everyone to pursue the templars instead. Some might even call him a stubborn one. Although it was unsure on whether his insistence was due to the small fondness he still had for the templars, or a genuine worry for Bryony. After all, should they head back again to Ferelden, she would become a bait.

“We can still go after the templars if you’d rather not play the bait. It’s up to you.” Cullen added softly. The intention behind his words were genuine, he didn’t want to force Bryony into a suicide quest.

But the smirk he received was unexpected.

“Bold of you to assume that would scare me, Commander.” Answered a confident Bryony.

Truth to be told, she was worried as hell. However, Dorian’s presence and Leliana’s support bounced some of the mayor fears she thought of during the meeting. But it was that last comment from the Commander what encouraged her.

“Gear up, Dorian, we’ll head towards Redcliffe.” She looked towards the Tevinter mage. They’ve met only one time and she already treated him as part of the crew.

Dorian was completely surprised by the confidence Bryony was putting on him. Also, a bit worried. If she trusted suspicious enemies that easily, the Inquisition wouldn’t last that long. He thanks nonetheless the gesture and will pay in a same amount. Bryony was the first person who treated him normally and didn’t spit on his shoes. “Then I will get Alexius a fruit basket.” He replied while smirking.

The three advisors looked at the couple exiting the room. Cassandra followed since she would accompany them. There was no other way she would stay idle in this one.

One of Bryony’s biggest flaws is looking down on her. Is not that she’s weak or has an inferiority complex when others diminish her strength. Which would sound logical when she has a brother such as Hector. But, it’s easier than that. If you accuse her of being unable to accomplish a task… she takes it as a personal challenge.

Having a hot-headed person as the Herald of Andraste would mean lots of sleepless nights for the advisors. Leliana would be the one suffering it the most. However, she didn’t look upset at all. After all, most of these rash decisions have turned in favor to what she desires.

She now must ensure that Bryony gets out of Redcliffe alive.

Cullen was confused, a bit hurt since he meant the best for her. Maybe I’ve pushed too much helping the templars? Did I helped in aiding the mages by accident? He thought, and in a way he was correct. But his actions only helped in the last moment, since Bryony was planning helping the mages for quite a while. But… what she’s about to encounter. Not even the Maker could’ve foreseen this outcome. Neither Bryony nor Dorian were expecting to bond over such a big trauma.

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