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[sayonaramidnight]

The fun fact about the Crow Skull - Misstress Blizzard.

It's not actually a Crow. It's from the same family as crows but it's a bird with black feathers and bright red eyes. Some people from Adarayan say it has magical powers.

Most of them, King included, would say its' dried skeleton is just sad remains and a reminder of a wasted potential.

Though King knew that for Tanit, it's a treasure, a new beginning.

Full of promise.

I wished I could tell you about it during the session. Hope you don't mind the tumblr ask.

THIS IS A FUN FACT I REALLY NEEDED IN MY LIFE, THANK YOU <3

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[unknownstarrl]

Some info about my Yuu/MC, student #9(Beta)

made in: picrew

Name: Morela Hill

Kanji: モレラ•ヒル

Romaji: Morera Hiru

Quote: "Me? A princess!? Oh, no no no...you must be wrong! I am your f*cking worst nightmare!!!!"

"I am no damsel in distress, I am a dragon in a dress"

“For once, I’m happy for someone else to take the credit. You were prepared to sacrifice your life to save me.”

V/A: Ashe <English>, Fujita Maiko <Japanese>

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bicurious

Age: 16

Birthday: May 31st(Gemini♊)

Height: 169cm

Eyes color: maya blue(normal), golden(using magic)

Hair color: ink black

Dominant hand: right

Homeland: Japan(born), England(now)

Dorm: Ramshackle

Class: 1-A

Years: 1st

Power level: powerful

Nicknames: Yuna(Yuri), Morel(short name), Hill(NRC staff, Adeuce), Little prawn/Ebi-chan(Floyd), Young lady(Lilia), Alice(Chen'nya), Herbivore(Leona), Mademoiselle Sorcière(Meaning: Miss Witch - Rook), Maiden/Misstress(Vil, Silver), Angelfish(Azul), Hechwoman(Grim), Emrys/Merlyn(Malleus), Human(Sebek)

Occupation: NRC student, Vice dorm leader of Ramshackle, sorcerer's apprentice, Sorceress of Avalon, the Dragonlord, Artist

Club: none

Relatives: Unnamed parent✝️

Wilfred Hill(uncle/adoptive father)

Judie Hill-Williams (maternal aunt/adoptive mother)

Yuri Hill(twin)

Grim(partner)

Cupcake(pet)

Best subject: Astrology, History

Language:English(Old trade),Japanese,German, Dragon Language (inspired Lost in Translation, @twsty-lav Language Barrier Au)

Favourite foods: Carbonara, Coconut cream pie

Least favourite food: Fish

Hobbies: reading horror fiction, watch anime, play game with Idia, drawing, writing poem

Likes: magic, anime, games, food, meat, dog, black rose, lily flowers, thriller, black and red, disney, romantic poetry, karate, anything fluffy, violin, guitar

Dislikes: Crowley, bullies, someone hurt Yuri, toxic people/relationship, hexes, fish, NPCs in NRC, singing/dancing in front of everyone, Sebek (he's annoying)

Talents: Self-defense, Martial arts, Dragon language, Fairy language, Dancing, Singing, Drawing, Spell casting, Healing, Swordswoman, Sealing magic, Breaking the spells, Playing video games, Long range shooting(gun, bow, crossbow), Weapon summoning, Playing guitar

Magic iems: ring(amulet)

Weapon: sword, gun, bow, crossbow

Backstory:

Morela and her twin have had to depend on each other since childhood, their parent always fighting each other and they never gave any attention to the twin. Their father was barely at home and their mother was always drunk. Sometimes the mother beat up the twins for very small things, so they had a lot of bruises on their bodies. When Morela and Yuri were 10 years old, their father died because of car accident, their mother was very happy thinking she would be able to take all of her husband's money so she went to the bar and had fun with the celebratory party but she was got robbed and killed on the way back home. The twin were forced to move to live with their uncle in England. In here, they had known that their uncle is a wizard, they were taught magic and also changed their last name to his uncle's surname-Hill

While walking around the house, the twin accidentally discovered a secret room that their uncle didn't tell them. It was a room with nothing but a strange mirror hanging on a wall covered with a cloth. Because of curiosity, the twin removed the cloth and……The twin' journey begin here.

Personality:

Morela is pretty grumpy person and kinda rude when talking to someone she doesn't like. She doesn't like to socialize with strangers and prefer stay at home and play video game than going outside. Morela really love her brother, she won't let anyone harm her twin. Morela is also an impatient person, if she waits something too long, she will give up and go home

Trivia:

Her name "Morela" meaning "apricot" in Polish

Her Japanese name was Yuna but after moved to England, she changes her name to "Morela"

Morela was born 5 minute before Yuri

Morela represents "Magic" - half of Merlin's soul

Morela loves drawing, her paintings often have sad themes

Morela had a friend name Aera but she passed away because of cancer

The magic the twins use aren't the same as Twisted Wonderland's magic, so the Dark Mirror couldn't sense anything ( that makes everyone think that the twin don't have magic)

Morela won't use her magic unless there's an emergency

Unlike her twin, Morela can control her magic quite well and she can use magic with her hands instead of using wand.

Because Crowley was too gracious, he refused to provide money for the twin, Morela have to draw pictures and sell them on Magicam to buy personal items and tuna for Grim

Morela also has a tattoo on her nape

Funfact:

When the twin were young, they used to fan of disney so when they look at the Great Seven, they always feel familiar

Morela accidentally used fire magic and almost burned down her uncle' library

Morela is really powerful that she can break Riddle's Unique Magic and unaffected by Jade and Jamil's Unique Magic

Like Yuri, Morela was hated by everyone at first and they thought she used dirty tricks to get enroll in the school.

Because of "beast tamed", all students are more friendly with twin

Morela and Yuri often comes to Ignihyde to play video game and watch anime with Idia

Morela often talk to her twin by English (Old trade) when they are alone or whispering

All dormitories want the twin are member of their dorm but they always refuse

Crowley want to adopted the twin but they refuse (of course)

Morela and Yuri prefer Crewel than Crowley

Only few people in NRC know the twin have magic ( all playable characters and Crowley, Crewel)

Morela tired of Crowley and NRC bullsh*t

When Morela use magic:

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland yuu #twst oc #twst x reader #picrew

[prettypainpuppy]

That's how the spell works, you silly bitch. My resurrection magic can only work if you believe.

mmp!!! yes y-yes misstress

[hauntedfoxinternet]

Chapter 13 Lady Of The Lake Part 1

Here's Chapter 13 of My story of the Arcanes Sister.

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(Isabellas P.O.V)

It was around midnight when i woke last I checked. everyone in the castle was asleep exept me…i would usawelly have dreams about things that would happen but….i saw something else this night…i saw my siblings…3 of them….all standing together….no fighting or bickering…just peace….it was like that for a long time but….that all changed.

I then heard a whisper….It looks as though i'm not the only one awake….

"Misstress…are you alright?" Crystal said as she came into the light from the stars and the night sky. She had worry written all over her face. I could feel her soul deepen with worry for me and i couldn't be more greatful for her. "I'm fine Crystal…..just….memories….." I sighed as I left the nook and picked up Crystal as i went back to my chambers.

(Later that morning in Merlins tower with the others) (still Isabellas P.O.V)

I sat on some steps next to a wall of books with spines written in latin, some in english. With Crystal snuggleing on my lap while I stroked her back I had claire To the left of me and Douxie up by Merlins work table when he said something. "Excalibur is busted and Morgana is… is… This never was supposed to happen." He says Hopeless. "You did what you thought was right" Archie tried to console. "And look where that got us. History's absolutely botched. I've led us astray." Douxie said as he walked toward us and closed time map as it was shakeing and turning red from blue. He walked down to Claire as she held a book in her lap. "Morgana tried to help me save Jim, but all I saw was anger and darkness. We share the same magic. What does that say about me?" Claire said paniced. I just wached everything as I always do.

Steve starts whimpering and starts to cry As claire pulls him toward her and into her neck," Aw, Steve. It's okay to cry. It was a big loss." Claire trys to console him. Steve just wails harder as he says between sobs, "It's just, the other knights think I'm lame! They laughed at me. Said I hadn't proved my worth as a knight." Steve sniffles, "And Galahad called me a weenie."

Claire shoves Steve off her as she says, "Ugh! That doesn't sound like a real problem, Steve." I just roll my eyes as Claire does that. Then Merlin walks in with the shattered excaliber. He says, "Camelot is in chaos and Arthur is without his blessed weapon to defend it." He says as he sets excaliber on his workdesk. Claire says "See? That's a real problom." Steve shrugges asss he questions. "What's the big deal? Can't he just buy a new one?" I just stiffle a giggle at his lack of knowlage. "Without Excalibur, Arthur cannot lead Camelot to war against Gunmar." Merlin says. "Which would mean the end of humanity." Archie spoke. "And our future. I'll never get us home." Douxie slightly panics. I get up and walk over to Claire. I realized she had a book in her hands. It was Morganas shadow book. "And I'll never save Jim. But we can fix this. Right, Douxie?" She voiced worried.

"There's only one who can. Make ready. I must bring Excalibur to the Lady of the Lake." Merlin said determind. "She's real?" She questioned. "So, this plan of yours… Well, surely you'll need help. Maybe… Maybe we can fix this together." Douxie commented as he was facing Merlin. "Agreed." Merlin folded. "I promise I can make it righ--. Wait, we are? Oh, great! Well, we won't let you down." Douxie went on but realized what Merlin said. Merlin groans as he turns around. "You, mind the workshop." He points to past Douxie. He points to Present Douxie and says "You, gather up Excalibur. We ride." He turns around and walks out of the workshop. Douxie grabs Excaliber. Steve cheers as he says "Sounds like a quest!" I had Crystal in my arms as we walked out of the workshop.

I got somethings in a sachle before we left. I grabbed some barries for Crystal. I grabbed My staff in its smaller form. I just stared out at the sea as I just thorught.

We all got on the flying ship I sat in the front with Crystal in my arms. Steve started to pump his fists as he commented "Chance to prove I'm an awesome knight, get a monster trophy, save the damsel, I'm in!" Claire walked up to Douxie with Morgana's book in her arms. "Do you think Merlin's plan will work?" She questioned as Douxie had his hands on the time map. I walked up to the other side of Douxie as he closes the time map. "I messed up the timelines. We've run out of options, and my choices haven't exactly worked out lately. We can't make any more mistakes. We have to trust Merlin this time." Douxie said. "Douxies right. Even though I don't fully agree I will still try. I know I haven't talked that much since we got here. I am dealing with things I wished to forget but never could." I said as I walked over to Claire. Crystal sleeping softly in my arms. "I just hope Jim made it out safe," Claire says worry lacing her tone as she spoke. "I'm sure he's nestled safely in the bosom of friendly trolls." Douxie trys to concole Claire. Steve just chuckles as he says "Bosom." I fought the urge to hit his head with my hand. I just couldn't as I just rolled my eyes and went to sit down on the floor on the other side of the ship. I looked over the edge and saw the world below.

How I wished they could see as I did…..

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This is a little short but I just have a lot that is going on in my life and my lack of motivation is astounding.

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[shadow-kings-legacy]

"We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open" Definition of hero

1a : a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability b : an illustrious warrior c : a person admired for achievements and noble qualities d : one who shows great courage source: Meriam Webster online dictionary

The dictionary definition of a hero paints quite a fantastic picture of an ideal good character, something my players and I have put aside for the PCs, who all have flaws, goals and needs. It makes me really proud everytime someone does something incredible and in-character when we play. But I digress, it's time to introduce the main characters of our journey. In order of appearence and color coded for your benefit: 🟡 Alyssa (the paladin) 🌞 🟠 Joshiro (the monk) ⚓ 🔵 Korinn (the warlock) 🌊 🎀 Nonemi (the artificer) 🔫 🟢 Ozthen (the rogue) 🍀 🟣 Vesper (the bard) 💄 ⚫ Cassius (the warlock) 📚 🔴 Phybble (the (villain) wizard) 🍵 (Not shown) Dakreg (the fighter) 💪 I'll go into detail about their backstories and my thoughts about them in individual posts. For now, I'd like to make a synopsis of the story and a little bit of the process of how I came up with it.

"Have you heard about the Warlock King?" "Shh! Don't call him that, least you'll anger him!" "Alright, how about Shadow King?" -Whispers amoung a Waterdeep tavern crowd It all started in our starting campaing, where our local tabaxi warlock Korinn chose Larloch, the Shadow King to be her patron. This is nothing new of course, he is a popular choice for he is know as an incredibly powerful archmage in the DnD lore, his existence stretching back for centuries, having been a powerful mage in the ancient Netheril empire. Always the naive woman, Korinn made a deal with the lich, and in exchange, she would bring him magical items and offer him interesting subjects for his research. But in her chaotic nature, Korinn chose to defy his orders at the end of Lost Mines of Phandelver, this being the starting point of our next plot, and the birth of our new BBEG (Big Bad Evil Guy). Now, for anyone who has read a bit about Larloch, you'll know he's not really "evil" by canon lore, he's a lawful (but still kinda evil, he kills anyone not of interest to him without a second thought, come on) crature, one who wants to be left alone to read and experiment by his lonesome like the nerd he is, he simps for the goddess of magic Mystra (he calls her The Lady, tips fedora) and makes the ocassional ground breaking new magical item / spell of the moment. That said, the wiki gave me a juicy hook to use him as a villain:

"But he was also insane, his mind affected by his extreme age. Sometimes he could be calm and even whimsical. Other times he was crazed, snarling and launching spells at random" -Forgotten Realms Wiki

"Well now, ain't that interesting" thought the me of the past. You're telling me this stupidly powerful being, who is presumed to have planned to every single variant that could occur, Dr Strange style, is a unstable old man? Sweet. So the magical equivalent of an atomic bomb's trigger was being held by this dude, let's just make the small sliver of sanity he has left realize he is loosing himself, that time is running out and he has to secure his legacy, to go out with a boom. But Larloch is not that selfish, he knows whatever plan he comes up with will affect Faerûn as a whole, so why not try to change the continet for good? Start a new era, an age of magic. Sweet lady Mystra, as much as she likes him, would not approve of him messing with her precious Weave of course, so his first step, deal with the meddling (but oh so beautiful) goddess of magic. He would not kill her, as he is no fool, gods can not be slayed (or can they...? Let's put a pin in that as well); so he'll just trap her, sealing her powers and keeping her safe in the safest place he knows, his phylactery. One deceitful invitation later, and with the help of his ol' "pals" Szass Tam, Zulkir of Necromancy and leader of the Thay nation; and the ancient black dragon (I know, he's cannonicaly green, but as I said, this is semi-homebrewed to fit the needs of my table) Vorgansharax, better know as the The Maimed Virulence, Mystra finds herself trapped and helpless at the hand of one of the few mortals she admired. Ain't life funny.

"Wait, so you're telling me a goddess, and not just any goddess, the misstress of fucking magic got trapped and no one noticed?!" Well, not quite dear reader, the other gods of the pantheon of course noticed, particulary god of justice Torm and his fiance (again, homebrewed) goddess of beauty Sune. The latter being the first to realized the absence of her dear friend, who went and told her man something smelled fishy (or dead, considering Larloch's an undead?). Both set out to investigate, and considering not many beings in the realm could be a danger to a god, the trail let to our lich friend quite fast. Torm, being a bit of a hot-head jumped at the chance to teach justice to this creature, while Tyr, the old god of justice begged him to reconsider, to think things through before taking actions. "A mortal capable of making Mystra dissapear is not to be taken lightly my friend" he said to deaf ears.

And so, with Sune helping him, Torm met with quite the surprise. Larloch had prepared for the interferance of other gods, so he ran a little experiment, he knew gods couldn't be killed, but why was that? The church would tell you it's because the gods live on all of us, as long as we believe in them, so even if they were to be struck down, the faith of the believers would bring them back. "The hypothesis is set, it is time to test it". And test it he did. With the raw power of two ancient liches and a black dragon, they were struck down in all of their inmortal arrogance. Larloch tracked the massive magical energies to two mortals in the Material Plane. "Interesting". The gods, after the mess that the Spellplague caused in the mortal's plane, had decided to not pick "champions" to control again it seemed, but still designed "vessels" of high faith and compatibility with their characteristics to recuperate their strenght at a faster rate if something were to happen to them. "So it is true, gods cannot die as long as their faith exist in mortals... Well now, what would happen if we removed this faith? Time for a new experiment. How intriguing". And so, the Shadow King set out to do the impossible, again. I'll tell more about the backstory and start tyring to tie in the PCs in the next posts. it is quite a lot of information, so putting everything together is a bit overwhelming, but so fun. Makes me realize how much work I've put into this. I'm proud of myself, take that depression! Stay tunned, and beware of the shadows 💀 Credit of the Faerûn map goes to Johnovick on Reddit.

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[timeforelfnonsense]

D&D Beyond 

Criella Wit 

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral 

Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling 

Class: Evocation Wizard ||  Artillerist Artificer 

Background: Sage

Age: 29

Traits: I believe anything worth doing is worth doing right. I am confident in my own abilities and do what I can to instill that confidence in others. Everything is a puzzle to be solved. I don't pay attention to the risks in a situation. Never tell me the odds. I like to talk at length about my profession.

Ideas: Knowledge, No Limits, Sincerity

Bounds: Those who fight beside me are those worth dying for.  Something important was taken from me, and I aim to steal it back.

Flaws: I overlook obvious solutions in favor of complicated ones. I am horribly jealous of anyone who can outshine my handiwork. I'm well known for my work, and I want to make sure everyone appreciates it (I'm always taken aback when people haven't heard of me).

Home: Waterdeep 

Notable gear & items: Fritz (Homunculus Servant: animated cauldron w/ wings from Tasha’s), Tinker’s tools, Tiebreaker (Eldritch Canon/Force Ballista), A sheet of parchment upon which is drawn a complex mechanical contraption. 

Criella Wit, better known as Misstress Wit is a wizard & artificer of renowned skill.  Patrons from all corners of faerun have sought her out in pursuit of her fanciful, unique magical items. She is a colleague and acquaintance of Gale’s as they both hail from Waterdeep. 

When Criella first started her enterprise she has a partner in the half-drow Zoria Wanderling. Wit & Wander became synonymous with unmatched craftsmanship and ingenious. Criella had feelings for her partner but never voiced them for fear of ruing their business & friendship. Zoria eventually left Waterdeep when she married. Leaving Cirella a bit heartbroken. Regardless of her own feelings, Zoria is still her best friend and they have remained in contact.

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[seeds-of-the-garden]

"It is I, Lance McClain, MASTER OF SPELLS AND ENCHANTMENTS. State your name and purpose." "Kate Holt, misstress of mouse and keyboard, here to fix your WiFi." "Thank goodness you're here, it's been acting up all week and there's a new episode of Doctor Who out tonight that I really want to stream."

Please have some modern fantasy!

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Pidge knocks on the door and immediately regrets it.

Rather than answering the door like a normal person, Pidge is surrounded in a layer of white cloud and a gust of wind. The breeze kicks up the pollen on the ground from the neat flower beds around the house and she sneezes, overwhelmed with allergies.

"It is I," the owner of the house bellows, "Lance McClain, MASTER OF SPELLS AND ENCHANTMENTS." He holds out his hand as if for her to take. "State your name and purpose."

Pidge raises an eyebrow as she looks him up and down. He's certainly dressed for the part, wearing a more modern version of the old wizard's robes. Rather than the robe covering his whole body, it parts in front revealing old faded blue jeans and an old t-shirt. The robe itself has seen better days of its own, clearly a family hand-me-down.

A sharp pain hits her heart thinking of her own family and the magic she should be studying right now if not for the bounty on her head. She bites her lip. She'll have to be careful here, even accidentally doing magic will tip them off to her location.

"Kate Holt," she says as blandly as possible. Show as little interest in his magic as possible so she can do her job and move on, "mistress of mouse and keyboard, here to fix your WiFi."

"Thank goodness you're here," Lance says, slumping in relief and dropping his entire act. "It's been acting up all week and there's a new episode of Doctor Who out tonight that I really want to stream."

Pidge's jaw drops. "You mean the season finale? I had to cut cable, I haven't seen the last couple episodes."

"Work your magic and you can stay and watch it," he offers, opening the door for her.

"I'll take that," she says, walking past him into the house. The incense used to enhance concentration for spells is nearly suffocating and she hates it, because it used to be a comfort and staple in her own home. She's been away from magic for far too long.

It's probably childish of her to risk being detected just to watch a television show, but she's got to be here anyway to fix his issue, otherwise it will look far too suspicious if he files a complaint.

"Sorry for the mess," Lance apologizes, "I usually keep the place pretty clean, but I'm coming up on my practical exam and I haven't kept up."

"No worries," Pidge tells him. "You have to have a method to the madness while studying. I just need to know where your modem is."

"Oh, I think it's um... behind the TV?" Using his lanky body, he worms his way around several stacks of ancient books, leaving Pidge to watch his wiggling butt. She groans. Objectively he's cute, but as far as she's concerned the only thing he has going for him is liking Doctor Who.

A chill fills the air and freezes Pidge's soul. No, this was too soon. How could they have found her so quickly?

The floor below her ripples. She reaches for the door, but it too sways with magic, becoming intangible. Pidge's heart beats a million miles an hour, terrified at what she knows is on the other side awaiting her.

"Do you smell something funny?" Lance asks, head still stuck behind the television and none the wiser. It's the last uplifting thing Pidge hears before she screams as she sinks into the floor, Lance's own shout of terror close behind.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Spooky Times : 1st Magical Mistress

TV SHOW: WOLF HALL COUPLE: RAFE X READER RATING: FLIRTY

I leaned on the wall watching the autmunal leaves fall to the earth in the strong winds I grabbed the little note I got from y/n I re-read it and headed to the stabled getting my horse and heading out towards the woods looking at the little list, The high trees full of shades of red and orange as if the trees where alit with a beautiful fire, moving with the wind, the undergrowth covered in grass and fallen leaves occasionally animals like rabbits and foxes on the woodland floor however they would always run off before I could see them properly. I found the little place that she had described and I saw all the herbs, mushrooms and plants so I got the little bag she gave me leaning down on the floor and gathering up exactly what she had asked me too on her little list. As soon as I got everything and some extra ones just in case a couple get squished or incase she needs some more so I tided up the bag and got onto my horse heading deeper into the crimson and golden woods, further and further into the woods until I spotted the little glow of the little cottage.

The small thatched roof,  the little wooden walls, the perfect little windows with blue wooden shutters, the little cobble stone path to the door and around the small garden where vegetables and fruit tree's where growing, So I tied up my horse and walked down the little path and knocking on the door.

I could hear the little noises from inside and I saw the little black cat moving its tail on the windowsill and soon enough the door opened and I saw y/n in her beautiful little white dress  and brown corset fixing her sweet hair,

"Hello Master Sadler" she smiled leaning on the door looking at me expetently

"Morning Magical Misstress, You look mesmoriingly Meracouls My love" I smiled to her

"Awww... Marvelous Master Sadler" she smiled Kissing my Cheek "Your doing much better at your Vocaulary" she smiled

"Thank you Y/n" I smiled "As I uhhhh as I did so good could I have a little... reward?" she asks

"Well, Alright come on Rafe you might as well have a reward" she smirked grabbing my hand and dragged me inside ith her.

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[lifeofroos]

I rewrote the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur, but in a way were nobody is unhappy. 

Theseus paced around his cell. He sighed deeply, very deeply. The next day, he had to face the minotaur. When he had stepped onto the boat that brought him to Crete, weeks earlier, he had thought that he would have figured out how to brave the labyrinth by this point. But alas, his brain was still blank. He sunk to the ground and rested his head against the wall of his cell. He was so tired. What to do, what to do...

He scrambeld to his feet when he heard something in the hallway. He turned his head around, towards the small window in the door. He saw light coming towards him. He blinked. It seemd so...bright. He hadn't seen light in quite a while. He heard a knock on his door. 'Theseus?' a feminine voice asked. Theseus straightend his back. 

'Who are you?'

'You are a feisty one. I am princess Ariadne.' Theseus swallowed. 

'What do you want from me?'

'Calm down a little. I can help you defeat the minotaur. Yet… I'll want something back.'

'How can I trust that you won't kill me?'

'Theseus, your chances are that I  actually help you, or I kill you. If I don't give you advice, you die tomorrow anyway, so you either take the chance, or you die anyway.' 

Theseus didn't say anything back. 'I take it that you agree.' He heard the lock of the door open. Ariadne appeared in the door frame. 'Follow me.'

The princess lead him to a secluded part of the palace. 'We can talk here. The guards patrol here at this time.' She soothed the skirt of her dress. First, there is something you should know. The minotaur is my half-brother.' Theseus gasped and opened his mouth to say something back, but the princess held up her finger. 

'Let me continue. I know Asterion - that is the minotaurs birthname - has the habit of eating humans, when forced by starvation. Yet, when he does not get meat, he eats regular food, the scraps of our dinner. Someone had to bring it to him every day, and that was me. I… I have gotten close to him.'

'He is a monster, though, and you are so young and frail…'

'I am quite certain that I am older than you are and we Princesses train more than people think. Moving on, It would break my heart if he were to be killed.' Theseus swallowed. The look she gave him didn't make him feel comfortable. 'Now - it is quite easy to go around this problem,' she continued, 'Because under the labyrinth there is a corridor system, through which he will be able to escape to the woods on the island. He will be safe there, it is a holy place where hunting is illegal.'

'How do you know all that?'

'I said I had to feed him every day. Do you think I do not know how to walk through the labyrinth? Also, my... mentor showed me the geography of the Island.' 

'Alright, that is true, I guess…' The girl pushed a ball of yarn into his hands.

'Here. This clew of wool will make sure that you do not get lost and that you will find the corridors. It is magic - don't ask.  If Asterion sees it, and you call him by his name, I am sure that he will not charge at you. Tell him I send you.'

'Wait, he can...'

'Understand and speak human language. . If you lead him away, you can use the clew to get back to the entrance of the labyrinth, so you can leave and go back to Athens, with all the others.'

'What if he kills me before I can do all that?'

'He won't.' Ariadne got a sword from behind her skirts. 'But, here is my dad's sword, just to be sure.' Theseus laughed. 

'Well… Thanks.' He took the sword from her hands. After that, he remembered that Ariadne had told him he had to do something for her in return. 'Uh… You told me I needed to do something for you too.' She gave him a single nod.

'This might sound weird...'

'Weirder than everything you have already told me?' She chuckled.

'Depends on how you see it. But, you see, I am actually supposed to get married to the old king of Thrace. He is... known for keeping a lot of misstresses and not treating his wives good. Yet, I have received a… better proposal. One that my father doesn't agree with. Or know of.' Theseus raised his eyebrows.

'Of whom, then? One of the servants? Some fisherman?'

'Very funny, Athens Boy. But, no.' The princess pushed up her sleeve, revealing a small tattoo on the back of her arm. It resembled a bunch of grapes, but Theseus realised that it wasn't just any small tatoo. It felt like one of the gods. put it there. 'It's Dionysus...'

'What!?'

'Let me talk. Yet, he can't take me away from here. I am locked inside the castle at all times and because of an old law, he can't get me out. Yet, a few days ago, he told me he could take me along with him if I was not on Crete. I have looked at it, and there is a small Island on the way from Athens to Crete, called Naxos. You can leave me there. '

'So, if I can lead the minotaur to a peaceful place so that I do not die and he doesn't either, I just… have to take you along and leave you on that island so your boyfriend, who is also the god of madness and wine, can pick you up?'

'Exactly.' 

Theseus blinked. 'Sounds way to easy to be true.' 

The princess shrugged. 'It is the best for everyone.'

'Then I accept, your majesty.' 

 'So, we have a deal, my prince?' She held up her hand.

'We have a deal,' he said, while giving her a high five.

Theseus breathed in the cool sea air.' Hmm. Now that's amazing, don't you think?' Ariadne chuckled. 

'It certainly is. I would often sneak off to a side of the palace where the fresh air from the ocean could just reach me. But of course, it is nothing compared to being fully surrounded by it.' Theseus nodded. 

'I can understand that. Man, I almost can't comprehend how easy that whole ordeal turned out to be. Thanks again, Ariadne.' The princess nodded. 

'Hm-hm.' She narrowed her eyes. 'I think that over there is Naxos.' Theseus looked at the direction she pointed at. He sighed. 'Yeah, it sure is.' He turned around. 

'Sail towards the island in the distance! We'll get resources for the rest of the trip there!' He called out. His first mate nodded, and begun shouting instructions to the rest of the crew. 

Theseus sighed again and turned back to Ariadne. She looked excited. 'You know, I wish you and your boyfriend good luck, together.' She looked at him and smiled.

'Thanks, Theseus. If you ever find a lover, I wish you the same.' She chuckled again. 'I think I'll miss you… for a bit.' Theseus laughed.

Same for me, princess. Just a bit, of course.' They laughed together. She took a very deep breath. 

'We'll have the rest of the trip to the island to still talk, Theseus.'

Theseus carried a barrel filed with fresh water towards the ship. When he was done, he walked out onto the beach one last time. Ariadne was waiting there. 'Are you sure he is coming?' She nodded with confidence. 

'Yes. When you have left.' He slowly nodded.

Ariadne put a hand on his shoulder. I feel his presence, Theseus. You have my eternal thanks  for bringing me here.'

'You're welcome.' She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

'I hope I get to see you again some day.' 

'Me too. ' Ariadne let her hand slip of his shoulder. Theseus put a step back, turned around and slowly walked back to the boat. 

He waved at her one last time, when she was just a spec in the distance. She waved back, before turning around and walking towards something Theseus couldn't fully see. He took a deep breath. 'Guess he did come for her after all,' he said to himself, feeling relieved. 

'I think he thinks you didn't come for me,' Ariadne said, while she gracefully twirled  around after that last wave. 

'I did, though. And you too, apparently. To be honest, I wasn't sure he'd let you go,' Dionysus answered.  She snickered and fell into his arms.

'Gods have a certain aura, don't you know that? and I can sense yours from a few hundred metres away. That's how I knew you were coming.' Dionysus snickered.

'Good to know that.' He gently pushed her out of his arms, so he could look at her. He cupped her face. 'You're even more beautiful when you are free.'  Ariadne put a hand on his.

'That's good to know, because that is how I will be spending the rest of my life.' Dionysus nodded and kissed her on the forehead. 

I promise you that it will be the rest of your life, Ariadne. I promise.'

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[ravenbloodau]

WIP #1: Ravenblood

“Can you hear me?” a man asked as he took my shoulder, shaking me.. I groaned, as pain split down my arm, yet my eyes opened.

"Loud and clear," I replied, but my voice was so horse that it hardly sounded like anything other than a low demonic growl.

The man took my hand and I noticed that he had patched up my ulan, which had snapped earlier..

"Miss, are you okay? Your voice," The man inquired as I sat upright.

"I know, it's been awhile," I croaked, and the man gave me a concerned look.

"Been awhile since what?" The man asked as I managed to finally get a good look at him.

He had bright blonde hair, and his eyes were bright blue, almost sapphire.. His build was sturdy, and I noticed he was wearing the symbol of Life, and armour..

"Since I've spoken to anyone..Who are you?" I had the gall to ask, and the man smiled.

"I am Hawk, here let me help you up," Hawk said as he stood up, holding his hand out to me. I noticed that he had a scar along his left eye, but I still took his hand, and he helped me to my feet.

"I am Dove" I replied as I brushed myself off. Hawk smiled, his sapphire eyes glittering with a strange hope.

"Of course, Princess Dove, as in the 'Angel' Dove, right?" Hawk asked as I cleared my throat.

"Umm, sure," I replied my voice now clear, and crisp. It was the equivilant of a singer, or a well-rehearshed actress with a slight English accent. Hawk's voice was deep, yet very powerful with a thick Australian accent.

Rather attractive, seeming now as he was so kind and helpful.

My silken dress's tail flew with the unseemingly absent wind. I looked around, and saw only an empty moonlit feild, with not a cloud in the sky yet thousands upon thousands of stars dancing above..

"Princess, might I ask why you were here of all places, injured?" Hawk asked and I sighed.

"It escapes my memory why I came, but I can remember telling someone about the coming of the Forgotten," I replied calmly.

"Of course, Princess," Hawk said as I stepped away from him. This was an odd place to travel, I must admit. Where the forests ended, and the valley began, yet no mountains to see on the horizon.

"Hawk, are we in the Farlands of Glactia?" I asked as I looked up, my hair brushing off my cheeks.

"I'm afraid not. You see we were in battle, when you cried out to the Forgotten, and upon doing so, your magic flared and teleported both you and I here," Hawk said and I turned to look at him, my eyes wide.

"My magic flared? How strong?" I asked and Hawk sighed.

"Strong enough to stop the fighting entirely and remove us from the equation," Hawk said and I notices that his arm was bleeding from beneath his armour. There was a woodland nearby, just a few meters, and hopefully civilization wouldn't be far from it.

"Hawk, let me see your arm, you're hurt," I said as I walked up to him. I removed his armour, and to no surprise it was a very large wound in comparison to my own injury.

"Princess you needn't worry about an old solider like I," Hawk said as I let my eyes glow.

"Nonsense, if we are to make it home, both of us need to keep our strength up. There's no telling of what may come," I said as I waved my hand over his wound. Almost instantly, it healed, and he stared right at his arm, surprised.

"You're a Healer?" Hawk asked and I shook my head.

"I'm much more than a Healer, Hawk, just as you are much more than a Warrior," I replied as I put his armour back onto his arm.

He seemed stunned by my words as I walked towards the woods. I had gotten far enough away that when he noticed I was that far, he had to sprint to catch up to me.

"Princess, the woodland is a dangerous place, are you sure we'll find refuge there?" Hawk asked and I had had just about enough of the formalities.

"Hawk, I request that you drop the formalities. We're lost in the middle of who knows where and all we have is each other and our Talents. I would rather think of you as a friend rather than a guard," I said as I turned to him.

His eyes caught me off guard, for now they had turned from sapphire blue to dark amber..

"Alright, thank you Dove," Hawk said as his eyes returned to normal.

"No need to thank me, now, let's keep going, maybe we can find some form of shelter for the night," I replied as I turned my back to Hawk. I could hear him sigh as we walked into the woods. There was no turning back now.

"D̴̤̬ͬ̓͆͟͡ǫv̸̰͇͕̝̞ͯ̽ͬ̚̚̕͜e̹̠̗͓̦͜:̮̘̬̭̻̏̅̓̓͢͜͢ ̶͈̩̙T̵̝̼̳ḥ̶̳̝̤̳̈ͭe̅́̀͘ ̞̳̩͍͒͞҉̨́͢Õ̴̼̾͂m̴̹͚̲̰̮̃͟͢ĕ̩̰̘̐̾ͮ͗͟ͅn̴̛͍̪͔̫̮̑̄̎̓͘͡ " a voice whispered in my ear. I jumped, and Hawk took my shoulder quickly.

"Dove?" Hawk asked as I stepped out in front of him..

"Did you hear that?" I asked and Hawk shrugged, unable to say anything. I looked around, and noticed a dim light shining through the dancing leaves of the woods. Whether it was a Pheonix or a lamp-post, the only thing that mattered was that by some miracle, we had found civilization.

"Dove? Dove stop!" Hawk cried as my feet carried me to the light.

The light only grew brighter, and I heard Hawk running after me, anger burning in his voice.

I ran right up to the burning forestry, and tears filled my eyes.

A crowd was around a child tied up to a pole with rope. They were holding rocks, and the seeming ringmaster was holding a whip.

"PUNISH THE ANGEL! TAKE YOUR AIM!" The ringmaster cried and pain hit my back.

The scars on my back burned like all hell as Hawk took to my side, holding my arms.

"Dove? Dove listen to me, you're whole and well, this pain is not yours to bare," Hawk said as tears continued to stream down my cheeks.

"I've taken us to the past..My past... This is my whipping!" I said as I broke free. I ran to the center of the crowd and took the next blow of the whip.

"DOVE!" Hawk from both the past and present cried out as blood seeped from my shoulder. My heart pounded as I looked up at this devil of a man.

"WHO ARE YOU?" The ringmaster asked and I chuckled as I stood upright.

"A Being of Light, come to defend this child," I said as I untied my mini-me from the post. The crowd took their aim just as I threw up a sheild.

"Misstress, I can't thank you enough," The child said and I smiled.

"Dove, spread your wings, and remember, the ones who love us never truly leave us. Now, leave these sick people to me," I said as I lowered the sheild.

My past self's wings unfurled and she flew away, blood staining her dress bright red.

Hawk ran up to me, and he turned to the Ringmaster.

"You vile being! You've gone and injured the Princess!" Hawk said drawing his sword. The Ringmaster dropped the whip and fell to his knees, and he was trembling.

"Great Hawk, my legie, I'm so terribly sorry, please forgive me," Ringmaster plead as he shook.

"You dare plea my forgiveness? Do you not know my name? My power as a Warrior of Eternity?" Hawk said, his eyes glowing red.

"Hawk no!" I said taking his shoulder, and he turned to me, his eyes turning blue.

"Your majesty, he has caused you to bleed, should he not pay?" Hawk asked and I sighed.

"No, he shouldn't. We have done enough here," I said as my wings unfurled. Hawk did the same, and we took off together.

I was wincing with each wingbeat, seeming as my shoulder was bleeding badly. The wound was deep, to deep for my liking, and I consider myself lucky that I could fly at all.

We landed within the feild we had arrived in, and I let my wings furl.

"Princess, let me see your wound," Hawk said as he pulled out a roll of bandages.

"Hawk, what did I say?" I asked irritably, and Hawk rolled his eyes.

"It's a force of habit, Dove. Now let me see the wound," Hawk said walking up to me, his eyes flickering between red and blue.

I sighed as he began wrapping bandages around the deep laceration.

"I can most likely take us back to the present, if you want," I said as Hawk started gathering wood peices and flowers to burn in a small fire.

"No, not until we finish what we've started here. Dove, I need to know what happened to you," Hawk said as he struck his armour with a stone, causing sparks to fly onto the brush.

The flames caught and he sat down, staring into them. I sighed as I looked around, then sat down on the oppisite side of the fire, my cheeks bright red.

"A lot happened," I said finally, breaking the deathly silence. Hawk looked up as I looked away.

"Dove?" Hawk inquired as tears filled my eyes. I blinked, squeezing my eyes shut. My heart pounded with my memories flashing in my vision.

"I was never comforted, forgotten by my father and hated by my own mother," I choked as my wings unfurled again. The bandages fell off, and my wounds had healed conpletely. Hawk watched as I stood up and looked up to the skies which were turning bright purple and hues of brillant pink.

"WhAt?" Hawk gwaked as tears blurred my vision. Damnit, why today? Why this day of all days?

"We need to get moving, the army will be coming from the West, and we can't be caught here. Douse the fire," I instructed, my voice emotionless.

"Dove, what Army?" Hawk asked as he doused the fire with his elemental magic. His voice was calming, enough so that my magic flared almost out of embarassment.

"Look my mother's army comes around noon to take me back to Galatea, if we're in the past, they'll find this doused fire and they'll just barely see us flying above them, thinking we're scouts," I whispered looking around. There was something off.. There was an overcast. This wasn't the past anymore.

"Dove, this isn't exactly the past anymore.. Wasn't the sun shining that day?" Hawk inquired and I felt myself crying tears of blood.

"This isn't the past, Hawk," I found myself speaking numbly as shadows began overcasting the entire scape.

"Dove!" Hawk took my shoulders as my eyes began glowing uncontrolably. He spun me around to face him, his eyes flashing between red and blue..

I could feel the blood burning through my skin like acid, and I saw Hawk fading into the darkness.

"Wake up! Dove wake up! This is only a nightmare! Sweetheart wake up!" Hawk cried aloud and I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

"Wait! Hawk!?" I cried aloud as I suddenly jolted upright. Hawk was right next to me, shaking, his eyes a rare violet color now.

"Dove?" Hawk murmured as his hand gripped mine..

"H-Hawk.. What happened? Where are are we?" I asked and Hawk sighed.

"They found us, you did take us to the past, but an alternate past, one where you were killed in the Light Wars," Hawk replied, his hand squuezing the life out of my own.

This is all I got so far for you, but I hope you like it!

#wip #please don't steal #ravenbloodau #violence #blood warning

[angstofdestiny]

Tavaris yawned, stretching lazily in bed and reaching to his side to search for his partners. Zevran’s side of bed was slowly cooling — he couldn’t have left long ago — but Spawn was still here, chuckling at Tav’s sleepy face. “Hello, love,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around Tav’s waist and pulling him closer. “Happy whatever-you-call-it vallaslin day.”

Tavaris hummed quietly, nuzzling his face into the crook of Spawn’s shoulder. “It’s vallas’vun’in, not whateveryoucallit,” he grumbled. “Where’s Zev?” “He should be back in a moment,” Spawn promised, lifting Tav’s chin for a kiss. Tavaris winced, his ears jerking comically. “Morning breath,” he huffed, turning away. “’m not gonna kiss anyone until I get a brush and some assinthe.” Spawn laughed, kissing Tav’s temple. “Does my breath offend you? If not, then you know I am a shem barbarian and I’m always happy to kiss your morning breath away.” Tav looked up at him, still rather bleary, but gave a small smile. “Shem barbarian,” he said, but the insult lacked any bite. “I might take you up on your offer, but I need to get up. I still haven’t reviewed all the correspondence from the last week and Varel surely has something he wants me to handle.” Spawn’s arms around his waist tightened. “Nope,” he said, grinning widely. “You’re not reviewing any correspondence today. And Varel will wait till tomorrow. He knows already that nobody can bother us today.” “Spawn,” Tavaris tone turned tired. “Lath, I can’t just slack of. I am the arl, I have responsibilities…” “Tav,” Spawn kissed the crown of his head, smiling. “You can and you will. Varel already knows that he’s to give you some space today and that you’re not having any responsibilities today. The arling will survive one day without you overseeing every single thing.” Tavaris furrowed his brows, already opening his mouth to protest when there was a dull knock on the door. “Spawn, hermoso mio, would you please help me with that?” Came Zevran’s muffled voice. “I cannot seem to grow a third arm so far.” The mage smiled, kissed Tav’s brow and stood up quickly, not bothering to cover himself. “Stay here, alright?” He asked, hurrying to the door to let Zevran in. Their third lover came in in a thin shirt and soft silk trousers he liked to wear in the comfort of the keep. His hands were busy with a heavy looking tray, full of divine smelling food. “So, did he try to escape already?” He asked, standing on his tiptoes to steal a kiss from Spawn. Spawn smiled, returning the chaste peck and picked an apple piece from the tray. “He did, but I told him that there are no responsibilities today. He doesn’t seem to agree.” He plopped the piece of fruit in his mouth and chewed, a blissful expression on his face. “It’s perfect,” he said. “I don’t know where Mistress Dana gets the fruits from, but they must grow on lyrium veins to taste like that.” Tavaris sat up, finally completely awake. “What’s that?” He asked. “Ah, that is a breakfast in bed,” Zevran answered. “A concept you might not be completely unfamiliar with, given the fact that you brought it to both of us more than once.” Spawn shrugged, still distractingly naked. “Now it’s your turn.” He smiled, sitting back on the bed. “We thought that since you don’t celebrate your namesday like a normal person, then we need to have a celebration on your vallaslin-day.” “Starting with the breakfast,” Zevran added, sitting down on the other edge of the bed and laying the tray in Tavaris’ lap. “Mistress Dana was very excited to prepare some of your favourites.” Tavaris blinked, staring at the choice of food with a dumbfounded expression. “I am not sick,” he said. “I shouldn’t…” He spotted something among the plates and his eyes widened. “Are these halliman cookies? How?” “Mistress Dana employed Velanna to help her. Velanna brought some recipes and contacted one of the clans passing in the area to buy some halla milk and other Dalish ingredients for you.” Tavaris blinked, cleared his throat and stopped his undignified attempt to sniff the cookie. “Velanna, Mistress Dana… Who else?” “Oh, it would be easier to say who did not participate. Ambassador Cera, to be precise.” “She said it would be improper of her to condone whatever disgusting intemperance I have planned,” Spawn grinned. “In the hindsight it might have gone better if Zevran was the one who’d done the asking.” Tavaris shrugged. “I despise that woman anyway. I truly believe Greagoir had send her here as a thinly veiled insult.” He finally bit on the cookie, closing his eyes in deep pleasure at the familiar taste. “I do not know about you, amor, but for the first time in my life I am jealous of a cookie,” Zevran remarked with a smile. “I haven’s seen him doing this face without someone doing unspeakable things to him.” “I wonder what face he would make if we did unspeakable things to him now,” Spawn winked at Zevran and moved to crawl under the cover. Tavaris stopped him with a raised hand. “Don’ yoo dere,” he said around the cookie, then swallowed and repeated. “Don’t you dare. I hadn’t had those since the Blight. I had a blowjob last evening.” “Now I am definitely jealous of the cookies,” Spawn complained. Zevran chuckled, hugging him from behind. “At least it seems that the surprise was well received,” he said, kissing Spawn’s neck. Spawn purred, leaning against Zevran and looking at Tavaris softly. “Well, it’s a good thing demons aren’t very interested in people who don’t wield magic,” he commented. “I imagine a desire demon would have a terribly easy job with this one.” “A plate of cookies and the soul is sold?” Zevran chuckled. “I can see that.” Tavaris swallowed. “Not just a plate,” he corrected. “I’m not stupid. I’d demand a lifetime supply of tasty things.” Spawn smiled, feeling affection welling in his chest. “You know, you can have it here, without any desire demons.” Tavaris looked at him with warmth in his eyes. “And with much more attractive tempters,” he noted. “I could never understand why all the desire demons I met had worn feminine forms.” He pushed the tray towards his lovers. “I don’t believe any of you ate already?” Spawn attacked the fruit bowl with ferocious intensity, finally failing to hide how hungry he woke up — not that it was anything special. Warden appetites were something that couldn’t be easily dismissed. Zevran picked at the cheese in a much more restrained manner. “So, now that we have established that you are not working today, what would you like to do?” He asked after he swallowed a bite. “We want you to have fun today.” Tavaris grinned. “I have two most handsome men in Ferelden in my bed,” he said cheerfully. “I can think of number of fun things to do together.” Zevran laughed quietly. “Of course, that is on the table, without doubt. However, I was thinking that maybe you’d like to do something else. Apart of sex, I don’t think I ever saw you do anything just for pleasure.” Tavaris frowned. “I am not sure what you have in mind,” he said. “I don’t usually have any time for frivolities.” Spawn sighed. “Everyone needs something frivolous now and then,” he said quietly. “We’re worried a bit, seeing that you’re always working. You need your rest, Tav, just like the rest of us, mortals.” “I do rest,” Tavaris was frowning, but Spawn could easily tell it was more confusion than anger. “I get enough sleep, I drink and sleep enough, I try to pace my trainings…” “And I thank the Maker every single day for that,” Zevran answered — while at the very same time Spawn was saying: “yes, after you have collapsed in the middle of throne room and Anders had to yell at you stuff that is basic common sense for the rest of us.” Tavaris sighed. “Alright, alright, I can see your point. But I still don’t really know what you are expecting now.” Zevran rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You know, you should take care of your mental health as well. The Blight is over, the talking Darkspawn are a thing of the past and the arling is running smoothly - yet I still see you as high strung as you were when you had the weight of the whole world on your shoulders.” “People are still relying on me, Zevran,” Tavaris said tiredly. “Why won’t we just have a mindblowing sex and then I get back to my work?” “Mindblowing sex is something I am always happy to provide, and I believe that Zevran agrees,” Spawn said, licking his fingers of juice. “But, I am curious — what you used to do for fun when you lived with your clan?” “I didn’t have much time for frivolities as well. There was always something to do.” “When you were a kid as well?” Zevran asked. “I always liked to go out and see some street theaters when I could spare some time and energy from my training. If even the Crows allowed occasional idling, I have trouble imagining that your family would keep you too busy to do something pleasurable from time to time.” “I had no street theaters to go to,” Tavaris answered slowly. “But I always liked when we would gather together and tell the stories, and sing. Other than that, I hunted, I shot things, swam with Tamlen and Merrill…” Spawn grinned. “Stories and singing you say? It seems we have a good starting point.” He leaned over the tray, giving Tavaris a sticky kiss. “Have you ever tried reading anything that wasn’t a dry history account or a handbook you thought necessary to know? Like a novel, for example?” Tavaris rolled his eyes. “I have no time for…” “…frivolities, yes, we have heard that, amor,” Zevran interrupted. “You also have Varel and Misstress Woolsey and a whole army of clerks trained in varied skills. You don’t have to do everything by yourself, you can spare some time for yourself.” “But…” “No ‘buts’, love.” Spawn reached for a meat roll that he knew was on the tray mostly for him, as Tavaris wasn’t a big fan of those. “Only butts you should be interested in are mine and Zevran’s.” “…I am responsible for the people living here. I still don’t understand why, but they do rely on me.” Tav’s ears drooped a bit. “And I am the worst person for the job anyone could find. The least I can do…” “You are a great person for the job, carissimo. You are smart and responsible and you care.”  Zevran kissed his fingers. “But delegating tasks is something every smart and responsible leader does, because otherwise you spread yourself too thin and end up mad or dead while you’re still needed.” “So, you two nagging me a way of ensuring I don’t get mad?” Tavaris gave them a crooked smile, reaching for the honey jar and scooping some of it with a cookie. Spawn felt sugar high just from looking at him. “Yes, love, that’s exactly what it is.” Spawn smiled, getting another roll, while Zevran apparently was already done with his cheese. “So, what would you like to do today?” “Reading feels like a pretty solitary activity and if you force me to play hooky for today, then I want you both with me. We could start with this mindblowing sex we were talking about. And later, maybe, we can go for a ride?” Zevran looked at Spawn with one brow raised. “I do not think we will get him out of the bed today. Especially not for a ride. “As long as he’s happy. It’s his vallaslin-day after all.”

#fic:arrowsAndDaggers #dragon age #text post #fanfic #zevran arainai #tavaris mahariel #daylen 'spawn' amell #side fic

[kahlenasattick]

Full Name: Rhyn Surana Nickname: none Date of Birth: 9:11 Dragon, 13th Firstfall Place of birth: Denerim Alienage, Ferelden Age: 19 (in DA:O during battle of Ostagar) Race: elf Gender: female Orientation: heterosexual Class/Specialization: Mage / Shapeshifter, Bloodmage; prefers Spirit and Entropy spells. Body type: petite physique, slim, small bust and bottom, quite short. Height: 5’3 (160 cm) Weight: 49-50 kg Hair Colour/Type: Dark brown, long, wavy hair. Easy to handle, most of the time worn in some kind of braids. Eye Colour: Dark blue/Violet. Skin: Light skin, rosy tone. Defining marks: dark eye makeup, freckles on nose and cheeks. Alignment: Chaotic Good. Personality type: Logistician (ISTJ-A). Temperament: Choleric. Zodiac: Scorpio ("I will"). Positive traits: ambitious, well-read, tolerant, strong-willed, articulate, supportive, intelligent, curious, perceptive, persuasive, self-disciplined, independent, logical, focused, analytical, good listener. Negative traits: conceited, calculating, secretive, disobedient, whimsical, stubborn, mistrustful, cold. Likes: books, history, learning new things, art, novels, poetry, sitting by a fireplace, enbroidered dresses, dawn stones, candle light, night, silence, grapes, roses, purple/black colour. Dislikes: short sighted and blunt people, smoke, mud, blood, hunger, cold, ale. Parents: Nestar Surana (father), Annila Surana (mother; deceased). Siblings: none she's aware of. Other relatives: Laerra Surana (aunt; deceased), Rhinna (grandmother; deceased), Cyrion Tabris (uncle), Adaia (aunt; deceased), Kayla Tabris (cousin; deceased).

Short bio: born in Denerim alianage to a wretched family. Her mother was killed during last purge of the Alienage, father was a drunk and threated poorly his siblings. Rhyn spent most of her early years on street, begging for food and wandering with other children. At the age of five she discovered that she has magical talent, so she used it to feel her stomach. She tried to keep it in secret, but it wasn’t easy in a place where everyone knew everything about each other. In time other children began to be afraid of her and one of them reported Rhyn to the templars about being a mage. They took her away to the Circle in Ferelden, she was six years old. In new home she felt relieved and comfortable, finally got a nice bed and decent clothes. Soon after she learned how to read and Senior Enchanters noticed that she’s talented and very intelligent. Spent most of her time in the library, rarely talked to anyone. That caught attention of Jowan, who was almost in the same age as her, but had some problems with his studdies. The two became friends and were inseparable for couple of years. With time, Rhyn noticed flaws of the Circle, she hated being observed and how narrow-minded were some of the Enchanters and the Chantry’s teachings. She never had any problems with templars, in fact she even liked one of new recruits, despite how reserved he seemed to be.

Relationship(s): Alistair Friendships: Morrigan, Zevran, Jowan, Anders (DA:A). Prefered pt: Alistair, Morrigan, Zevran.

Dragon Age: Origins playthrough choices:

all companions alive and well

recruited mages, Urn not poisoned, werewolves were cured of curse, destroyed the Anvil, Bhelen rules Orzammar, helped Redcliffe, Isolde is alive, Connor alive and not possesed, Loghain was killed by Alistair, Alistair rules Ferelden (Warden remained as his misstress), Alistair performed Dark Ritual, Warden killed the Archdemon, Alistair granted Circle autonomy

Alistair and Leliana were hardened, returned Sten’s sword, acquired grimoire peacefully, helped Alistair find Goldanna, Marjolaine killed, Oghren and Felsi reunited, freed Zevran from Crows, Wynne and Aneirin reunited.

helped everyone in need

slayed Sophia and allowed Avernus ethical research, drank the concoction

Mathias and Amalia alive, neither possessed

Keep and Amaranthine protected, Oghren and Felsi reunited, killed the Architect

#warden #grey warden #oc #dragon age #DA: O #da: origins #oc masterpost #rhyn surana #surana #original post

[ziraangel]

Happy Birthday, KS!

KS wanted me to continue this story for her birthday!

So, here you are, lovely~

The slide into this memory is better than any previous experience. Less disorienting and more of a soft stop. He will keep this in mind for his next times in memories.

Looking around him, he sees the potions classroom, the bat stalking around the classroom. Instantly, Harry knows what is happening, and what is going on. He’s in the his potions classroom, where they are learning the wit sharpening potions. One Harry remembers well. He frowns as he sees Snape confiscate the magazine with Rita’s article, but doesn’t read it aloud.

So this is what the note meant about false memory. He can see how there /are// odd effects, like an editing of a video. Draco jumps from sitting easily to straight, with nothing between for the movement. Like a bad cartoon. He watches them get split up, and he looks with care to see other problems.

Pansy is laughing and talking, a move he knows she’d never do in an actual class. Much less to Tracy Davis, a girl he knows is halfblood. Tracy’s only friend seems to be Daphne, no one else in the fourth year slytherins willing to attempt to get close.

The most… obvious difference, though, is how at the end, they all just file out, no Karkoff rushing in and showing off his dark mark.

When Harry comes to, he pulls the empty vial from the pensieve, uses his wand to return the memory, and lets his fingers drift along the enchanted bowl. His fingers finally find themselves on the ruby tipped vial, where a simple press of his finger with magical intent has the next vial pop out.

He glances at the list, confirming it is the one he wants, and casually pours the first true memory in the bowl. Replacing the vial, he looks at the wispy liquid for several seconds, wondering what this is about, and sticking his finger in the the memory.

This one is even easier than the last, him landing gently on his feet, and able to just look around without distraction.

What draws his eyes instantly is the small child, at most three years old, messy brown hair, dark blue eyes reddened by the child’s crying, and clutching tight to a carelessly patched teddy bear. He moves closer, and his heart wrenches in pain at the sight. This child makes him think of himself. Lost, unhappy, stuck in one place. The room they are in is cramped and claustrophobic. Only just a shade larger than his cupboard. It must be a room in the attic, the ceiling a sharp slope, and the wall separating this room from anything else seems bare, almost makeshift. As if it was made just for this small, hurt, broken boy.

He’s stopped from looking further by the child’s stomach grumbling, a soft sound, one Harry knows well. No food for days, and his little tummy realizing nothing will be coming, but still crying for anything at all. He can see the jug of water, which looks old, so very old. More modern than the wizarding world, but much older than muggle. He reaches for it, wanting to pick it up and pour a glass of water for the child, knowing that sometimes drinking quiets the food starved belly, but his hand goes through the handle.

So, instead, he kneels in front of the small boy, only three or four at most, and wants nothing more than to tug the boy into his arms to hug and reassure. He pretends to pet the child’s hair, as if that will soothe away those silent tears.

There’s a crash of the door flinging open, and he spins around to see a woman snapping out, “There he is. He’s possessed by a demon! Making things happen!” Her voice lowers, more respectful as she addresses a priest who walks in slowly, “We did as you told us. He’s had nothing but water and a single loaf of bread for the last five days.”

Harry’s heart seizes as the child on the bed’s sobs go up in volume, and the adults all look at him with hate or their faces may as well be made of stone.

He wants them to leave, to never come here, while Harry steals this child from what he knows is about to happen. What Vernon had threatened to do to him when he was younger, and only didn’t because it wasn’t ‘normal’ to call in the church for a home visit.

But he knows, oh how he knows, what it feels like to be unable to eat anything but a single rough and hard loaf of bread, and only water to drink for five days. To feel that gnaw and want and the pain. To have it happen over and over, since Petunia and Vernon reasoned that it could only help to ‘get his freakishness out of him.’

So he forces himself to watch as the child is strapped to the bed, the teddy bear ripped from too tiny arms, and adults yelling and chastising. He makes sure to stay at the head of the bed, looking down at the child’s face, petting his hair and crying silently with him while the adults chant and quote bible verses. As the adults yell and threaten, he focuses through his blurry tears to keep petting the child’s face.

The woman screams how this will get the devil from the child, from Tom Riddle. The name makes him freeze, but when this is happening around him, and he can see nothing to show how there are cuts or jumps, nothing pasted in from a previous memory, he… he can not /justify// what is happening.

Can not say that it is just fine to abuse a helpless magical child, just because in the future he becomes a Dark Lord.

So he forces himself to watch what happens, and pets Tom’s sobbing face, wishing he could save the innocent three year old, only barely not a toddler.

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When Harry finally leaves the pensieve, his hands shake as he returns the memory to the proper vial, and as the vial returns to its hiding place. His body is shaking as he puts the pensieve in the hidden drawer, locking it firmly, and going to his bed, curling up on top of the blankets.

Kreacher finds him an hour later, the house elf looking at him with a scowl. Finally, the elf reaches over, and hesitantly pokes him. “Halfblood master must get up.”

He looks at Kreacher, croaking due to how much he’s crying still, “Why?”

“Master told Kreacher to get Harry Potter,” the elf’s eyes drag along Harry’s forehead, looking at the scar as he always does when he says Harry’s name. Then, in undertone, “Nasty traitor master, makes demands of Kreacher. Oh, what would misstress say?”

Used to such things, even if it is off to him that Kreacher seems to revere him, Harry sits up, rubbing his, no doubt, red eyes, and attempting to get the sight of tiny Tom RIddle’s torture out of his head. He sniffs his nose, and takes the handkerchief Kreacher instantly hands him to rub his eyes then blow his nose. “Thank you, Kreacher. Did Sirius say why he wanted me downstairs?”

Kreacher shakes his head, “Kreacher was only told to get halfblood master.” Harry stands up while the elf mutters, “Oh, how Kreacher has fallen. Listening to traitor master when….” the mumbles go to a far too low a tone to be heard, but Harry knows it is about Regulus. It always is when the elf talks about Sirius’s brother.

Kreacher does adore Harry, and that only got more pronounced when Harry said he wanted Regulus’s old room, even under Sirius’s protests, and Mrs. Weasley trying to force him into sharing a room with Ron. Harry’s not sharing a room with Ron when he can’t cast a silencing charm. His best friend talks in his sleep, and that always wakes him. No thanks.

He pats Kreacher on the head once, knowing the elf likes it for whatever reason, and heads out of the room. When he makes his way down the steps, he’s almost ambushed by his Godfather, “Harry! What happened? Are you okay? I was told Snivellus showed up, went to your room, and then left! You haven’t been out since. Are you okay? Do I need to curse him?” A pause, and Sirius frowns, “Have you been crying? Are you okay?”

He manages a watery smile, “It’s fine, just… thinking about….” He trails off, knowing he can't explain what he just saw, since he knows that if he does, Sirius is going to get mad. How /dare// he have any sympathy for the dark lord?

Thankfully, Sirius just goes solemn, nodding carefully. “You never should have been put through what happened last school year, Harry. Want me to go break Snivellus’s nose for you? You know, since he was mocking you for being upset about Cedric and having to fight you-know-who?”

He’s tempted to accept that offer, but he has to deal with Snape in potions class when he gets back in school. “N-no. It’s okay, Sirius.” He rubs his eyes, still seeing the screaming child - only barely not a baby toddling around - in his mind. “It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

He nods, “Yeah. Is food ready?”

Sirius nods, “Yeah, let’s go eat, alright?”

He smiles, and lets his godfather lead him to the kitchen to eat.

#harry potter #birthday gift #fanfiction