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empress-simps · 1 month

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For poly!marauders request (I saw you asked for some) could you do one where the reader faints out of nowhere and the boys get all panicked and worried and fret over her? 🌙

Hii! Thank you for the great request🫶🏻 It’ll be the first time I do a Poly!Marauder fic so pls do bear with me, I tweaked it a bit, hope you enjoy!

Worried Sick

Pairings: Poly!Marauders x Reader

CW: Mentions of toxic habits, Sirius being an arse, reader fainting, and language.

To say that you were tired would be an understatement. You were exhausted- mentally, and physically as you were buried in a mountain of books, flipping through almost a hundred pages an hour as you tried to juggle three essays and review for NEWTS all at once.

You were so immersed in your studying, the sound of pages flipping and scratching of the quill against parchment made you slip into a hyper-focused mode that you don’t notice the passage of time making you effectively miss lunch and dinner.

“There’s my smart darling!”

Sirius grins, sneaking up to you and kissing your cheek. You jolted, looking up as you saw him, and your other boyfriends sit next to you in the library.

“Hey guys.” You try your best to muster up a cheery smile for them. Remus, who was seated beside you frowns as he notices your pale and tired face. “We haven’t seen you today, love.” You smiled sheepishly, “I was finishing up the essays we’re assigned this week.” Sirius shakes his head in a disapproving manner. “Darling, you know we could just copy off of Remus’s essay when he does it, right?” A protest from Remus was heard, making you chuckle.

“I don’t think our moony would appreciate that.” You cracked a small smile, “But he lets us copy off of his essays ever since we can remember!” James defended Sirius who nodded agreeingly.

“What we would appreciate though, is you not missing out on dinner.” Remus told you, pulling out an apple and two dishes that the house elves prepared, (bribed by James) placing it in front of you.

“Erm... I don’t really have an appetite right now, love.” You grimaced, seeing the stern expression of the werewolf. “You need to eat, darling.” James pleads, puppy eyes activating. You looked at the other two, they seemed to mirror James. “Please love, you’re making us worried sick.” Remus gently pushed the food in your direction.

“Alright then…” How could you possibly deny your adorable boyfriends?

This continued for a few days or so, each day got the boys increasingly worried than yesterday. Sleeping for four hours (five if you’re lucky) and studying all day became your new routine, you hardly even spend time with the boys anymore, only during breakfast at the great hall since you mostly skip lunch and dinner to study. If it weren’t for your friends and your boyfriends, you would’ve already starved.

You groaned, plopping down in between Remus and James, taking a bite of the toast in front of you, and ignoring the light headedness you were feeling since you woke up. Marlene looked up from her plate and winced as she took in the sight of you.

“Merlin, y/n. You look worse than a dementor.”

“Thanks Marls, appreciate it.” You grumbled, taking a swig of the pumpkin juice, grimacing as you felt that a huge gulp of the beverage and a small bite of toast was too much for your stomach to handle.

“I’m serious, when was the last time you had a good night’s rest?” She frowns, shaking her head as she gave a pointed look at your boyfriends. “There’s already three of you and you can’t even manage to take care of your girl?”

“Not my fault she chooses to stick her nose into books rather than spending time with us.” Sirius huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, his dramatic and petty side surfacing. “Pads.” Remus warns, the light headedness that you’ve felt suddenly worsens as you feel the urge to throw up. Lily seemed to notice, shooting a worried glance on your way as you waved it off.

“What Moony? It’s true! It’s like she forgot she even is in a committed relationship with us.” Sirius spat, getting riled up as James tried to diffuse the situation. “Sirius, I already said I’m sorry…” She rasped out, trying to reach for his hand but he jerked it away. “Don’t be a knobhead, Pads.” Remus glares at him, irritated by how he’s acting.

Sirius rolled his eyes, it was obvious that he was hurt; You rarely spend time with them anymore, accidentally pushing them away and shutting them out just because of those stupid academics. “Whatever.” He grunts, and stands up, walking away from the table.

You felt yourself get weak; as the great hall spins around you, cold sweat started to form on your temple as spots slowly made it’s wany into your vision. Despite your body practically screaming for you to just sit and stay still, you push yourself from the benches and follow him. “Sirius, love- “He turns to you, frowning. “What now?”

You opened your mouth, about to say a word when suddenly your legs gave out, the spots grew larger as you tried to look at Sirius before your world suddenly faded to black. You heard screams from the students, the loudest ones you recognized were from your friends, especially Marlene and Lily.

“Shit!” Sirius was thankful for his awfully fast reflexes that he managed to catch you before you hit your head on the cold floor. James and Remus rushed to the both of you. “Bloody hell, Pads!” James kneels in front of you, gently tapping your cheek as a sense of urgency surrounds them. “Darling, please open your eyes, can you hear me?” James asked you, every second that ticks makes the feeling of dread in his stomach grow larger.

“P-prongs, Moony… I promise I didn’t know she was going to faint…” Sirius whimpered as he cradles you, eyes looking frazzled and darting back and forth between his lovers. James felt his breath become faster, as you didn’t respond to any of his attempts. Other students started to gather around to take a peek on what’s happening in the middle of the great hall while Marlene and the other Gryffindor students kept them from nearing. Remus knelt next to James, trying not to freak out like what the other two are already doing. He slowly placed his trembling hand on your forehead. “No fever, but we need to take her to Madame Pomfrey.” He announces, biting his lip as Sirius lifts you up bridal style, the three of them rushing you to the hospital wing.

The bright and harsh light of the hospital wing made you wince, you slowly blink, trying to adjust to the brightness of your surroundings. “Darling! You’re awake!” James tackles you into a hug, almost squeezing out the air from your lungs.

“Prongs! Be careful!” Remus’s tone was harsh, as if scolding James. The boy slowly pulled away, pouting, which Remus had ignored. “How are you, love?” Remus’s gaze softened as he looked in your direction, taking your hand in his as he rubbed circles in the back of your hand.

“For the most part, I’m fine.” You croaked out, James immediately gave you water. After taking a few sips, you let your eyes wander around, someone was missing- Where’s Sirius?

James seemed to catch on this, “He’s outside, beating himself up for being an arsehole.” You frowned, “Can you please tell him to come in? I want to see him…” You mumbled, James nodded and fetched Sirius outside of the hospital wing.

After a short while, Sirius emerged, darting his eyes anywhere but onto you. “Love…” You gently called out to him; Sirius bit his lip as he finally took in the sight of you. “Darling, I’m sorry. I was such an arse to you.” He sincerely apologized while you shake your head, “I’m sorry too, I was stressing out too much. I barely even managed to take care of myself and spend time with you guys.”

“Just don’t do it again, darling. We almost lost our minds when you fainted.” James told you as he tucks stray hair behind your ear.

“I won’t do that again; I’ll just copy off of Moony’s work.” She chuckled, glancing at the said boy, she saw the twinkle in his eyes as he smiled and rolled his eyes playfully.

The sun’s rays filtered out in the curtains of the hospital wing, encasing the four in a warm glow as they conversed amongst themselves, putting the events behind them; silently promising to love and care for each other, through thick and thin.

#poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders x you #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #the maruaders #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter

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lanaevyssmoved · 7 months

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👀 what if I was interested in that Gale poly rant but in a positive way?

LKSJFDLKFJGDFG i can't use the rant on you then because it would be too clinical and i would angry swear sometimes probably

but honestly like. first we need to talk about halsin . wait first we need to talk about poly as a sexuality

i'm going to try and not turn this into a massive character analysis or analysis of queer identity in media etc so i will attempt to retain my humour throughout to ground me

people who are poly tend to sit on either side of a coin. poly is a preferred state of relationship, or just a state of relationship they enjoy, and they can do just fine with monogamy, and everything is chill - ultimate relaxed person mode. the other side is the group of poly individuals who view poly as important to them and their sexual identity as being straight or gay or bisexual or pansexual or any other identity. for them it is part of the queer umbrella and it is fundamental to their being, they can't turn it off, they can't be ok with monogamy, this is who they are.

for reference, halsin is the latter. poly is part of his sexual identity.

halsins poly rep is, spoken from a poly person, ok. it is ok. it's not good, it's not bad. it's mostly the stuff around halsin i don't like. (and i am not going to talk about his drow situation, for reference, because that shit goes beyond poly rep.) making halsin token poly, for lack of a better word, would realistically be fine in most situations, in fact i've talked with aisling about this and i would have preferred they made him poly with no poly options in the game to go with him over what we got - we can't forget he was added late, he isn't as fleshed out, he feels a bit misplaced sometimes, and his poly goes hand in hand with that. he could have existed as a poly character, which nearly all wood elves are in canon, without shoving in some poly options for him with existing companions who would explore that with anyone else despite the game allowing you to romance those companions with the other companions if you play as them? and they flirt with each other in banter quite regularly? i don't know. it feels very like, o shit we gotta make him poly he's a wood elf! and he's a druid! but we have no options for him! who are the easiest to add without it feeling odd??? like idk. it doesn't feel great from a poly pov, and if you enjoy like halsin x shart x tav or halsin x astarion x tav that's totally cool - i am not dismissing these at all because i don't fucking care about canon so even if it didn't exist in canon in a way i don't really like, i would still be cool with it.

our poly rep leaves much to be desired, tldr.

i am happy it exists, however. and my hope is that one day in the future when we have an rpg where every romance option is bisexual or pansexual that they are also poly. that is my ultimate ideal for the future of these situations in gaming. i know some people are uncomfortable with poly, but that's why we refer to what i first said. you can have characters like halsin where it is fundamental to their being - they will never be monogamous, you cannot change them. but you can also have individuals who are cool with monogamy if you're not comfortable with polyamory. i want characters who will date each other on their own, and you can join the polycule, or get involved with just one of them. i want devs to be open minded and not give us a token polyamorous character and instead explore it in better ways.

i have known many poly people, i've dated poly people of both sides of the coin, i've been involved with people who are married to someone they don't live with but have nesting partners (a partner they live with who isn't their spouse) and multiple partners on the side and follow the hierarchy side of poly. my ex helped me understand poly as a sexuality and they also didn't subscribe to poly hierarchy and all their partners would be equal. poly is an expansive identity and it deserves the attention and respect other queer identities do.

a poly person creating poly ships and poly situationships with a character or characters who are confirmed monogamous is the same to me as a gay person creating gay ships and gay situationships with a character or characters who are confirmed straight. and that might be divisive, because many people, including queer people are not ready for or not comfortable with polyamory yet in their spaces. now i can be respectful of people who have trauma around polyamory because they were involved with someone who used it as a weapon - usually done by someone who isn't actually poly. but we as poly people deserve to take up space, we deserve to be in your media, we deserve respect, we deserve to be represented well.

and if video game devs aren't going to do that for me, you bet your ass i'm gonna do it for myself. no one can take that power for me.

what exists in my game doesn't have to mean shit for yours - it doesn't exist in yours. it is a thing i do for me to make me happy. if anyone gets upset about that they need to go outside.

please don't cast a witches curse on me

i might come back to edit this ... i haven't proof read it..... this was just screaming <3 i'm too tired to read my own words back

#fray.txt #ask #Anonymous #HEY I SAID I WOULD TRY TO KEEP MY HUMOUR UP AND SHIT BUT #I FAILED!!!!!!#I GOT SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#cannot quell my passions #if there is one thing my ex did for me that was good #it was help me see all sides of poly and the beauty of it #to love so openly and freely and willingly #it is so beautiful #and you bet your sweet ass i'm gonna throw that on my clown with all my might #because they deserve to love so easily #and gale accepts them for who they are #AND YOU BET YOUR ASS I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF SOMEONE DON'T LIKE THAT !!!!!!!!!!!#LEARN TO LOVE LOVE #AND LEARN TO STAY IN UR LANE!!!!!!!!!!!!#hehe........ i care about this topic <3

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rottiens · 18 days

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Sorry if this is all over the place.

So I've been world building a world whose main God is Gaia, but she's nothing like the Greek mythology one. This Gaia lives for drama, so after she created the World, she had children who are also gods, and then she created dragons and humans.

Later, Gaia's godly children decided to shape/curse some humans, so they created different species.

Solar lycans are werewolves who worship the Sun God, Solaris.

Lunar lycans worship the Moon Goddess, Elune.

Elves/fairies worship the God Erekmier, the god of Forest - elves are the ones who are assigned to take care of the dragons.

Hrothgars worship Hellion, the God of everything feline - Hroths have always had difficulty with creating female babies, and they're always on the verge of going extinct.

Orks and mermen/mermaids are creations of Olysseus who is the God of underground and sea - technically, he created orks to protect the gates of the underground. It's often said that orks are just elves who got cursed or disowned by Erekmier because they committed something heinous, and Olysseus hates Erekmier, so he gladly adopts his castaways to piss him off.

Every "main" species have their appointed leaders, and of course, sometimes these species often go to war. Especially the Solars. They just love war and carnage. Most often, they try to beat up the Lunars because the Lunars actually take care of their land and nature and have enough food to live comfortably.

The Solars have Darius (beefy, tanned dude with bright green eyes and raven black hair) and the Lunars have Reiner (also a beefy guy, but with blond hair and golden eyes), and they've been enemies since they were teenagers for centuries now - lycans in this world are also immortals, unless they get fatally wounded. They look as young or old as they feel, and scars work just the same - if you're a lycan and you have a scar that reminds you of a traumatic event you can't get over, that scar won't fade away until you manage to get over it.

And these unhealed scars and the sexual tension let Darius and Reiner know they're totally into each other, but they have to pretend they're totally not because they can't let their nations and gods down.

But once Darius realizes that the Solar government is a fraud, he escapes to Reiner where the two of them decide to beat the Solars into submission.

Later, Reiner finds a human girl, Lucy Harlow who is a bit more talented than usual with manipulating fire and she's also a very good horse rider (iykyk) - magic is pretty common among the immortal species, but human bodies often can't handle the energy shifts. Lucy's weakness is /creating/ the fire out of thin air, it weakens her. Luckily for her, Darius is the opposite - he can easily create fire, but cannot bend it + Darius has a shitton of battle experience and he can train her.

(Tw: miscarriage) Long story short, several battles later, she becomes famous and Reiner and Darius get into a poly relationship with her. They have many babies, but only one girl, and they were expecting the second girly when a Solar tries to assassinate two of their sons, and Lucy has to fight the bastard for her babies. The only problem was that this fight happened on Gaia's Holy Ivory Island, where no one was allowed to shed blood or kill anybody. As Lucy was the one who killed in the end, she was called in front of the Gods (while her body was laying unconscious in front of her husbands and children).

She figures out that her biological mother is the Goddess of Volcanoes and Lava and she's been missing for many years now because a God wasn't allowed to mate with a human. Lucy's existence angers Gaia, and now Lucy also disrespected the Goddess with killing on her holy land. Gaia tells Lucy that her whole bloodline is a mistake and one of Lucy's ancestors will kill them all if Lucy doesn't kill them herself. Of course, Lucy will not do it and Gaia immediately punishes her with taking her unborn babygirl.

As the years pass, Lucy realises the Gods are out to kill her children, so she takes it upon herself to raise an army that could defy the divine. She goes to unseen, snowwy lands where the last dragon eggs are hidden. She creates a magic egg that allows gay species to have children (esp good for Hrothgars). She learns how to tame fire without moving a muscle, so she can still use physical weapons too. As she raises her dragon, she won't even need Darius anymore because the dragon is more effective in creating fire.

She takes it upon herself to destroy an entire city of criminals with her fire, because that's the only thing that makes the Solars swore to her - she becomes almost villainous by the time Darius' long lost daughter (from another mother) assassinates her.

And that's when Lucy's grandson, Werner reveals that he's a Shadow Master, and he's so much worse than Lucy was. Werner despises humans and gods. He kills anyone and anything that's in his way, and Lucy's remaining family is terrified that Werner will bring an eternal Eclipse on the World, and they have to choose if they use Lucy's army to defeat Werner or to defeat the Divine.

Babe your great mind ! I am impressed with all the story you have organized so far. The world building is incredibly detailed! <3 the goddess dynamic you have created and the races seems very interesting to me. Are you working on this already? Like a book or something ? Because it sounds very interesting and you seem to have everything so in order that I hope you don't let this idea die, because you have a lot of work to do and I'd be among your readers

#txt. ᝰ.ᐟ #lovers ₊˚ᰔ #🤍#Thank you for sharing this beautiful world you have created with me!

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adoseoftrees · 1 year

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There was a Valarin song about a Maia of ice falling in love with a Maia of fire in Morgoth’s house

Their creations could not exist together. They could not touch each other without carefully controlling their powers. They were unable to form a bond

Melkor was supportive of them, but he convinced them other Valar would view their relationship as unnatural. He promised he would rebuild the world and rewrite the laws to make it possible for them to be truly together

Melkor was lying.

They did not know Melkor could lie.

One followed Melkor until he could no longer follow him without rewriting his nature, and he turned back and asked for pardon. The other followed Melkor to the end.

In the end the Maia of ice met the Balrog over the north ocean

They tore up each other, tiny shards of their spirits mixed together, forever burning and freezing

That’s the area where ice kept breaking and reforming and breaking again

—————

The original version of song was over-romantic and skipped a lot of important details.

It was initially written by an ice Maia now dwelling in the South to process his own feelings. He still haven’t formally renounced Melkor so he was politely advised to not leave the icy land and very rudely warned by the Northern ice Maiar to never come to their realm.

It glossed over a lot of this and that and that atrocities in the process, and made many people not happy

However it got very popular, so Maiar started to rewrite the songs to add their own perspectives

There were at least 10 different versions of the song, separately edited by at least 5 different groups

Then the elves came and started to make translated versions in Quenya

Then Noldor crossed the Grinding Ice and they added that experience into the song

(It was probably true that they said they heard broken crying and yelling and singing when they were crossing the most dangerous part of the Ice)

(The area was violent and unnerving and for some reason some people just lost it and jumped right into the icy water)

(It helped a little bit to know you suffered because of the aftermath of some tragic forbidden love)

The song kept living on

Until one day both of the Maiar remade themselves and found out they became the protagonists of this tragic romance classic, and apparently almost everyone (and many elves and dwarves and mortal men!) knew EVERYTHING about their little secret relationship

It was EMBARRASSING

And some songs were rather far from reality

(Former-Balrog: NO I did not get seduced by Mairon that little shit was busy buttering up lord Melkor and bossing us around)

(Ice Maia: WTF with all this made-up lies about Melkor being enchanted by my beauty and decided to keep me as his finest collection He recruited me because I was MIGHTY and SMART and BRAVE Yeah stop looking at me that way I WAS smart enough to recognize he was doing wrong and brave enough to deflect and mighty enough to flee back in one piece)

(Other Maiar pointed to them that they probably got to regenerate because of all the people listening to the song and wished them a happy end)

(“Be very grateful you are one of the few that regenerated still as themselves.”)

They went to live in the South with their eager friend to avoid all the gossip

And made some new songs

Turned out the truth was it was a poly relationship all the time

(“That one is always so good at propaganda Mairon had him in his PR team to write script for Langon How could he neatly pick himself out of this mess he must suffer as well”)

#my dumb made up ooc headcanon #silmarillion headcanon #silm headcanon #maiar #ainur #ice maiar

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greypetrel · 1 year

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∆ COLD ∆ - sender warms receiver’s hands in their own ❤️

Oh, hello!

Thanks for the prompt, I decided to inaugurate writing something about my Warden since you didn't specify a character, hope you don’t mind! :3 She's Alyra, she'a a dalish hunter specialised in daggers, she's really not paid enough for the work she's doing and hates losing time.

Featuring lots of pining and poly babies because the only reasonable triangle is the one that involves all three participants, Alistair was hardened.

∆ COLD ∆ - sender warms receiver’s hands in their own

The list of things that Alyra never thought she would have to do with no valid reason was getting longer by the day.

But right now, on first position, was trekking up the Frostbacks in full winter to retrieve the ashes of a mage burnt at the stake, that someone thought had some miraculous powers. People had laughed when she had suggested returning to Kinloch and waiting for the Templars to get wild with one of their charges or ask if they could dig up one of the corpses, or putting the idiot Jowan to some good use if they wanted to justice him. People thought she was joking, but she really was not. Because she had already found herself on the Frostbacks in winter, and she perfectly knew it was a stupid, risky and freezing idea. It would have been with a clan of expert elves, used to travel and to life on the road and to finding shelter and food in whatever condition. It was even more so with such a small group of rag-tags people, none of them ever having to get their own food or adapt to harsh conditions.

Luckily, at least, they had her.

Oh, she came to appreciate everyone in the group, with time. And yet, after defeating cultists in Haven - because of course people were crazy and all attacking the heavily armoured and weaponed travellers- and failing to convince Brother Genitivi to maybe stay down in the village and not face the climb in the snow with an injured leg, she really wished that leaving the old Arl to die was an option. Why Alistair cared so much for the man who shunned his own blood when the new wife told him so, and sent him to the Templars, was completely beyond her. But, she had a soft spot for the warrior, admittedly, and so there she was, looking up in the air and frowning at incoming clouds. It would have started to snow soon, they needed a shelter and they were proceeding too slowly.

“We must hurry up.” She informed the rest of the party, not bothering to turn her head to look at them.

She heard Alistair groaning a complaint, dragging the scholar up with more effort, because as she told him, the old man started to struggle and not being able to walk when Haven was still in sight, and needed the help. They passed him, and she smiled briefly at Alistair, nodding him to go along as she waited to check on the rest.

Leliana was quick behind them, trudging on with determination while tucking herself closer in her cloak. She wouldn’t have been her first choice for this mission, but the Bard just refused to be left behind, and she didn’t want to lose any more time in quarrelling. If she could keep that fire up even in fighting more cultists, it wouldn’t have been so bad.

What Alyra was actually worried about, in the moment, was Morrigan. She had refused to bring Wynne along, and yes, a more expert healer would have been very useful, right now… But they grated on each other’s nerves lately, and she didn’t want her to give her the chance for yet another endless explanation on how that thing with Alistair had to stop, they were both gonna suffer, and if he knew she harboured more than friendly feelings for the witch as well. He knew. He knew from the start, she had been very clear, thank you very much, and anyway there was nothing to worry about. Except for the fact that the Witch of the Wild was clearly very out of her element, leaning heavily on her staff and shivering, fighting with the high snow and the uneven ground in the path she was very stupidly opening for herself.

Alyra shouldn’t get closer, shouldn’t get any more ideas. And yet, she was her best friend, the one that never asked her to be the better person she was not, never expected shemlen morality. And the one who was genuinely curious about her culture and lore, and respectful about it even in more occasions than just relying on her to survive in the wilderness. Things, with Morrigan, were easy, except taking that small, huge step forward.

And yet, seeing her slide another time and launching another curse, she huffed loudly through her nose and slowly walked down to reach her, carefully not to slide and leaving her weight always uphill.

“Walk on the other’s step, it will be easier.” She just told her, offering a gloved hand to haul her up.

“I am perfectly able to fend for myself, thank you.”

She shot her a glance that could have incinerated her on the spot, full of wounded pride. Alyra just cracked a smile, retiring her hand and waiting for her to reach her with her own two legs. She noticed at least ten things that were making Morrigan’s life in this moment pointlessly more difficult than needed, but chose not to point them out. Instantly recognising, after years of training in her clan, the weakest one, she decided to stick closer to her, at least for as long as it would have taken to convince her to adopt a better approach.

At least the mage was now walking in the footsteps she dug when reaching her down, begrudgingly and not commenting on the improved speed the simple act brought on. Alyra didn’t comment, walking back up, just one step above her, sideway so she could keep her in check.

“You don’t need to fuss about me. Get to the others, it’s painfully easy to follow their tracks.”

“Luckily we cleaned the village before proceeding.”

The mage huffed, not protesting anymore about the Warden’s presence with her, sticking close in a constant reminder that help was right there. The first snowflake fell on Alyra’s nose some minutes after, making her huff breath loudly.

“Fantastic.” She commented, sarcastically. Looking up above, the others were still going on, and there was no sign of shelter because of course.

Let’s make the big bloody temple on the one mountain that had no caves or repaired nooks on the way up. What a wonderful idea, what could possibly go wrong.

“What is it?”

“It’s snowing.”

“Lovely.” Morrigan snorted. “We can freeze to death while digging for the bones of a mad woman.”

Which made Alyra laugh.

“Two silvers the bloody temple has no roof.”

“I will not bet on certainties.”

They proceeded, the small exchange making them chuckle together as they trudged on, upward and upward. Truth to be told, as snow started to fall steadily and more heavily, Alyra was starting to get worried that they would have get stuck in a blizzard on that small ledge of stone on the side of the mountain. And actually froze to death there and then, with the best greetings and wishes to the Archdemon and the Horde.

But, all she could do, beside hoping Genitivi was confirming Alistair that the Temple was just behind the curve she could see, was noticing that Morrigan’s finger were turning a bad shade of blue. So, she stopped for a moment, closing her properly gloved one on hers, with a huff.

“Tis-”

“Shut up.”

She stopped her, brashly, forcing her finger out of the clasp on the wood and, propping her staff in the crook of her elbow, rubbing Morrigan’s hands together, to try and made them regain some more heat.

“Half gloves on a mountain.” She tsked, as she brough both hands, securely closed in hers, to her mouth and puffed hot breath to warm them up. She was no mage, the talent of his father appearently skipped her, but she knew her way around it.

“I could heat my own hand, you see.” The mage rebated, grumpily, but didn’t move to take her hands away from hers.

“Why didn’t you, then?” Alyra asked, squinting at her as she kept on rubbing.

Morrigan casted her one of those firey, sharp glances that could actually hurt. Could actually hurt if Alyra didn’t know perfectly well that it was the look of ‘I’d rather die than admit I wanted this all along’. She didn’t prodded an answer she know, just smiling and unclosing her hands to see the state of the fingers inside them. More colour at least, they were getting redder.

“They will hurt when we’ll find shelter.”

“Tis I know.”

“You don’t need to hurt yourself to get my attention, you know.”

She launched, pretending not to notice how Morrigan’s chest puffed up and under the frown her cheeks took more colour. They will pretend it was just the cold. But, in two minutes more.

Alyra heard Alistair calling her from above, and she hissed in annoyance: another thing she needed to remember everyone, no shouting with snow around. Pr with Morrigan around, because the mage took it as a clue to add more distance between them, averting her eyes and frowning more.

“We’d better go.”

It was true, and yet... Alyra stalled, keeping one hand in hers, clenching her fingers on it. She waited until Morrigan looked back at her, a question in her eyes, before bringing up, slowly and very purposefully, the hand to her lips, pressing a delicate kiss on the bare skin, lingering for more than necessary.

“I was serious. You already have my attention. No need for this.”

“The idiot-“

“Alistair knows.”

It was true. She had the talk with him before accepting to spend the night with him, when he asked. She wouldn’t have gone in another Tamlen, this time she would have done things her way, or not at all. Doing the right thing and climbing a mountain was an acceptable price. She smirked as she observed Morrigan swallowing, for once left speechless.

“It’s your call, really. My door is open, if you want to knock.”

And with that, she closed her finger back on the wood of her staff, carefully one after the other, and with a last pat on the back of it, turned and got back to business.

“Walk on my footprint. If the bloody temple is not after the next curve I’m pushing Genitivi down.”

Luckily, the bloody Temple indeed was behind that curve, looming gloomily over the Valley down below and making look the Anvil of the Void almost like a welcoming place. A fire was already up when they entered a small foyer before the main temple, door already barricaded even if Brother Genitivi was still complaining that there was no need and he could take a look around as the camp was getting set.

She blocked him already by saying that if there were more cultists inside and he wanted to die, she could save everyone else a big headache and a fight and kill him there and then, without attracting unwanted attention. Leliana scolded her and Alistair as well, with no more bite to it, as they settled in a practiced order, setting up camp, putting up some dinner, keeping Alistair the furthest away possible from the pot -no one wanted a grey tasteless soup this evening thank you very much- and checking again that the door behind them was well barricaded.

Morrigan was even more silent than usual, not taking the bait when Alistair tried to drag her in the banter and push on her buttons. She just... dismissed him with three words and an angry glance, really not in the mood for much of anything.

Alyra smiled under her nose, secretively, again pretending not to notice the fact that the witch was looking at her more than necessary.

It was their game, by now, and she learnt wicked grace well from the piratess in Denerim. She played her hand. And she was a hunter, used to wait for the prey to approach.

She could wait.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #warden x morrigan #female warden x morrigan #dragon age fic #alyra mahariel #A GIRL CAN DREAM #writing petrel #also I wrote half of it during trips in the metro I hope it makes sense

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feyyrunes · 20 days

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meet my OC

Kicking if off with my first Tav, Yfrin Sallowsong!

⚡Age: 32 ⚡Race: Half-Elf ⚡Class: Evocation Wizard ⚡Alignment: True Neutral ⚡Romances: Astarion & Halsin ⚡Background: Noble Backstory: Yfrin Sallowsong is half-wood elf and half human. She's the third child of House Sallowsong, who made their fortune off lumber. Lord Sallowsong, her father, is the wood elf and the noble, her mother died when she was very young from illness. Yfrin's brother Silas is the heir. Her middle brother, Aimer, has always been distant and quiet, but she suspects he might have a good head for strategy on him, and a better heart than Silas. Yfrin’s court looks down on her and her siblings for being half elves and not full wood elves, as her father broke tradition to marry her mother. He’s been on his deathbed for about 10 years and Silas is in a regent type role. Yfrin suspects Silas of poisoning their dad but she can’t prove it. Silas is cruel and manipulative and sees his siblings as a means to gaining power. When Yfrin was 19 she was engaged to somebody she thought was the love of her life, only to find out a few days before the wedding it had all been a political alliance arranged by Silas and her betrothed had another lover. Heartbroken, she fled to study wizardry, hoping to find an escape from politics. But Silas’s reach went far, and she found that no matter what she did she could not escape her name. Upon her graduation, she tried to steal a small fortune and flee Baldur’s Gate altogether, but Silas tracked her down and now has effectively placed her under house arrest. She refuses to marry but Silas makes “arrangements” for political allies to spend time with her, in the hopes they will divulge information to her. Silas uses her love for their father as leverage, knowing she won’t leave while he’s still alive. She doesn’t care about using her body so long as she doesn’t have to give up what little freedom she has left, finding no comfort in the idea of being bound to one other person for the rest of her days. She settles for the jewel-encrusted bars of her cage, summoning lightning and fire when she’s angry, threatening to watch the empire Silas has built off their family’s lumber burn. Mostly, though, she’s bored, feeling nothing for her revolving door of companions, dreaming of a great, wide world out there to see. When she is kidnapped on the nautiloid, this is finally her Main Character Moment, where she gets to be the hero of her own story. At the same time, power-hungry, desperate Yfrin is also discovering that maybe the world has enough heroes already.

Spoilers under the cut talking about her "Good" and "bad" endings

Yfrin takes the mind flayer parasites and is not okay when she loses these powers. It takes a lot of grieving to get over the loss of them.

She saw right through Astarion from the beginning and was also manipulating him, but they ended up bonding over their similar trauma and developing a real respect for each other.

She admires Halsin for being so kind, even in the face of all of his troubles. She would never do this herself but she really likes it about him, and when that kindness is turned on her, she has trouble accepting it at first but eventually she learns to bask in it

If she was a main companion in the game you could convince her to kill Silas, finally say goodbye to her father, and have her brother Aimer take over.

In her good ending, post-game, Yfrin tracks down the gods cure Astarion of his vampirism with a Wish spell (I haven’t decided if she succeeds or not but definitely this is what she does), and then she goes to find Halsin where he teaches her the ways of the wood elves and she reconnects with nature. Yfrin is canonically poly and eventually has a child with a human trader named Dain.

Astarion and Yfrin eventually part but may meet up from time to time.

In Yfrin's bad ending, she returns to House Sallowsong, where she lets her brother Silas kill their father. She becomes an aide to Silas, and it is implied that eventually Silas will grow suspicious of Yfrin's power and poison her.

#yfrin #OC posting #bg3 #tav lore #baldur's gate #feyposting

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incorrectskyrimquotes · 2 years

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Some CoW Trio headcanons

-Brelyna is Serious Business 99% of the time, but J'zargo and Onmund are both excellent at making her laugh

-J'zargo is actually very well suited for Winterhold because he has extremely thick fur for a Khajiit. His tail is especially very very bushy (think snow leopard)

-Onmund didn't realize how much he hated his biological family until he had J'zargo and Brelyna. He's actually not used to being so unconditionally loved, so it can overwhelm him sometimes

-Brelyna is similar, but different. Her family had so many expectations and high standards for her, that she never felt good enough. But J'zargo and Onmund are both very supportive of her power.

-Brelyna thinks she's going to outlive her friends, as elves tend to do, and it breaks her heart. My personal headcanon is that the three of them all live a long time due to magic

-Onmund isn't afraid to knock someone on their ass if they're racist towards J'zargo or Brelyna.

-But of course, this is assuming J'zargo hasn't already set the poor racist on fire. He tends to be very defensive and confrontational about his race.

-Brelyna is the opposite. She thinks that she should pick her battles, and most racists just aren't worth the time nor effort.

-When the three of them live together, they like to take turns making traditional dishes from their respective homelands. They also combine recipes and ingredients

-They are either all poly or not romantically involved, no third wheeling here

-J'zargo is willing to maybe let his facade of confidence drop around them sometimes.

-Brelyna slowly becomes less strict and introverted as she hangs around them. She secretly loves their bullshit

-The level of bullshittery goes J'zargo, Onmund, Brelyna

-The dragonborn is a close friend of theirs, and none of them are afraid of their power. Mostly bc they could also fuck them up.

-J'zargo thinks he's SUCH a charmer, and would talk his way into anyone's bed. Onmund and Brelyna both enjoy it when he's proven wrong.

-The three of them genuinely, deeply love each other.

-Tolfdir eventually becomes very proud of them. J'zargo eventually succeeds him as arch-mage, with Onmund being the head wizard and Brelyna taking care of the arcanium. The three of them are (eventually) considered the wisest and most powerful people in skyrim.

-If the three of them travel to a different city, Onmund and Brelyna harass the guards into allowing J'zargo inside.

-If in Windhelm, Onmund will actually lose his temper at Rolif calling Brelyna a grey-skin. J'zargo will fistfight him. While this goes on, Brelyna will make sure Suvaris is okay.

-All three are generally neutral in the skyrim civil war, though Onmund does still believe in Talos

-They have a habit of cuddle-puddling on late nights. It doesn't help that J'zargo is very warm and soft

#College of Winterhold #hi im alive and found this in my drafts take this #i dont care to fact check any of it this is all true #source: u can trust me ive been playing this game for 11 years

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elvhenfaer · 2 years

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1] His best friend Myth’ala, and of course he remembers it fondly, I imagine that they joke about it all the time because they probably can’t even imagine sleeping together anymore, I imagine that even her husband is in on that joke.

2] Dorian, obviously. Also his other best friend Dahrio who is back in the Free Marches, Amheotil finds it rather unfortunate that that man is straight as a flagpole.

3] DURING? Probs not. In my canon, Dorian and Til weren’t banging yet when the Empress’ ball rolled around and I don’t imagine either one of them is gonna drop their panties in the middle of Adamant fortress lmao

4] 16 and again with Myth’ala. They love each other so much that at a young age it was mistaken for romantic love, but I think it was good for them both to be so comfortable with the other person

5] Loud af (more so Dorian but Til isn’t silent by any means)

6] Monogamous though I’ve recently been exploring some poly ideas for further down the line

7] Probably not. Unless you count that he was so overwhelmingly attracted to Dorian that it made him all flustered and awkward for a while. Otherwise he was always king shit fuckboy.

8] I mean he’s Dalish but not devout to the point where it has an influence on his sexuality

9] Not a gat damn thing

10] Til is bi/pan sexual. It’s more about body type/ face/ personality for him (in that order, yes he’s shallow). I imagine Dahrio is kinda responsible for his awakening? Like he was with Myth’ala and once he had experienced sex I think he sorta started looking at the other boys and wondering what that was like (he is primarily gay leaning), and he was so comfortable with Dahrio, spent a lot of time with him just as he had with ‘Ala, also loved him as much as he did her, I just feel like maybe he had some dreams and realized that ‘Ala wasn’t going to be it for him.

11] Big Spoon like 80% of the time

12] It took a while but Dorian finally got Amheotil to release the beast and let his real dom out. He doesn’t do ropes though, he’s just physically dominant.

13] Probably just the trying new things when he was younger when no one really knows what the fuck they’re doing and actively having to ask things like ‘Am I doing it right?’ and ‘Does that feel good?’

14] That I’ve written? Probably the first time that Dorian really flirted with him and then Sera popped in and he RAN AWAY because he panicked

15] ooooooh close call, but I’m gonna say receiving

16] Not yet but when Til gets that sending crystal I do not believe for a second he’d keep it PG

17] Amheotil tells people that if they need him to sto; they should say their name

18] The man has never done relationships so no. He and Dorian broke up for a hot second and Dorian flirted around/ made out with some people to make him jealous but that hardly counts.

19] Oh fuck yeah bub

20] No

21] Can’t imagine why not. In fact Til would giggle to himself about a ‘deep throat in the deep roads’

22] Yes

23] Sometimes I draw Til with a chest tat and I’ve never written about it but like… in a way I want to go back and edit that because I really like his chest tat. And at this point, he canonically has a rather large scar on his lower back from a Pride Demon’s lightning whip.

24] Begging. Someone choking on his dick. Asses in general. Muscles. Non sexual turn ons? Caring about elves, speaking Elvhen, rebellion against society/the Chantry

25] Athletic. Til isn’t a body builder but he is muscular, he’s a warrior

26] Anyone who has ever camped on the road with them has probably heard them at least once.

27] You know what? With all the dubious shit he’s done and random ass mfs he’s bedded in taverns I’m just gonna say yes. And I imagine Myth’ala laughing her ass off while he’s holding his junk all like ‘it burns’ and she’s just ‘that’s what you get, dude’

28] Definitely. In water. Idk, he’s a Dalish elf, c’mon now.

29] LIKE A GODS DAMNED CHAMPION

30] By Dorian? Anywhere and everywhere, but with a lot of his ‘conquests’ (his one night stands in which he was very much the dom) it was probably more ‘you touch my ass, my throat, or try to get on top of me in any way, I will fucking kill you.

#dragon age inquisition #lavellan #amheotil lavellan #my oc #oc memes #oc ask prompts

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daisyjoons · 3 years

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Bubble Puffs

— in which seven can’t be divided by four, but eight can.

— bts x reader

— word count: 2.6K

— hogwarts!au: ravenclaw!namjoon, ravenclaw!yoongi, hufflepuff!jimin, hufflepuff!hoseok, gryffindor!jungkook, gryffindor!jin, slytherin!taehyung, slytherin!reader, fluff mainly, pining, baking mishaps, failed spells, messed up potions, slytherin heir!reader, rich!reader, kinda snobby!reader, pranks (good n bad), food fight and like one book thrown but joonie yells at them

— thank you very very much to @minniepetals nniepetals for the amazing header (this amazing person made all FOUR headers for this series!!) I hereby dedicate this fix, the softest of the four, to you because as you once said, I am always soft on main for you. Love you!!

— ☘︎︎ —

Jungkook should be paying attention. Jungkook should really be paying attention, after all, Potions was his worst class. But instead, his doe eyes were fixated on you, the heir of Slytherin, the girl who he and his hyungs have had a crush on since the last winter ball. It probably didn't help that potions were your best class, that cute focused face coming out when you were grinding the beetles up.

But he really should've been paying attention. Maybe then he could stop Tae from putting in the beetles whole. Maybe then, Professor Slughorn would still have his eyebrow. And yeah, maybe having to go into the enchanted forest for a week and helping Hagrid with dung beetle hunting wasn't the greatest, but you were laughing. And seeing the pretty giggles falling from your lips, your hair tossing back with your head, and the pretty glimmer in your eyes was worth it for him. Yeah, Jin Hyung, who was across the room would yell at him later but had known he wouldn't be too mad. And Tae Hyung, who was his partner wouldn't be happy about the bad mark on his grade, but he'd get to ask you for another tutoring session.

And when Joonie Hyung heard, he'd have him write papers on papers of why it wasn't good to blast your professor's eyebrow off (even if it was an accident) but he never could stay mad at the maknae long. To be quite honest, none of them would mind, not with the crush they all have on you.

As usual, you had the best score in the class, and the three boys felt a swell of jealousy when Charlie Chang and you gave each other congratulatory hugs but ignored it in favor of the pride of you instead. Because maybe you hugged Charlie, and maybe you spent a lot of time with him since you were both prefects, but you still waited for Tae at the door to walk to the dining hall together, and you still asked him in that soft sweet voice of yours if he wanted help, and only giggled it off when he said yes before you could finish. And hopefully, that small bit of sadness and longing in your eye wasn’t his imagination as he walks away to greet his lovers.

It was small at first. The way you’d always lose your favorite green scrunchie at the same place next to the fireplace in the Slytherin Dungeon. The way you’d always get shy when praised, even though you were the top student. The way your hair would just frame your face, and always smell sweet. The way they noticed you only like the pumpkin pasties with a whipped whirl on top. Or how you liked sour candy over chocolate, but loved anything light, and sweet. How you loved flying but hated playing Quidditch. How you loved the cold, or more specifically, the feeling of being warm from the cold. How you loved when it rained the most and said the smell made you happy.

And none of them realized how much they all grew to love and want you until Jimin talked about his feelings before the winter ball, feeling guilty for betraying his loves. Oh, but there was no betrayal there, for they all had grown to love you, with what small time they each had with you. And they all concluded, they wanted you. They wanted to hold you, kiss you, love you. One problem, they didn’t know if you wanted them.

You had exited a relationship with the Malfoy and Potter boys in the third year, so they knew you were ok with poly relationships. And they were all friends with you, more or less. Taehyung, for obvious reasons, as he was your housemate. You met Namjoon because you were both prefects for your respective houses and when you met him, met Yoongi. You always pretended to be annoyed at Jimin and Hoseok bright aura, nicknaming them bubble puffs. Jungkook and Jin had somehow wormed their way into the posed, calculated heart of yours with their laughs and pranks. And really you were the worst at admitting it, and they really didn’t know, but you’d hate to never have them in your life.

“What happened to Professor Slughorn's Eyebrow?” Kim Namjoon, Head Boy of Ravenclaw walked up to where his lovers were at the edge of the south staircase, waiting for him after classes. His sharp eyes stared down the younger Gryffindor and Slytherin, knowing they always caused the trouble.

“...It was Jungkook’s fault.” Kim Taehyung, ever the wacky Slytherin was quick to pin the crime on the youngest lover, whose doe eyes were once again unfocused, too busy staring at you across the courtyard. “Jungkook?”

“Why is she talking to him so much? I get that they’re both prefects but it’s unnecessary.” Jungkook’s voice was filled with jealousy as he stared at you and Charlie Chang.

“Kook, they are also friends you know.” Taehyung was sure of that fact, yes, but even as he said it, he felt a small part of himself grow angry at Charlie making you laugh.

“Guys, it’s annoying but, what can we do?” Yoongi’s voice was a deep drawl, his tiredness poking through. “Jungkook and Jin Hyung just beat him in Quidditch tomorrow.”

“Oh, we’ll kick his ass alright. Get ready for your team to lose Tae Hyung.”

“You know I’m not the biggest fan of Quidditch but I don’t think you guys will win tomorrow.” Somewhere in the time of the boys arguing about Charlie, you had snuck upon them. A beautiful smirk was painted on your gorgeous face as you leaned on Tae’s shoulder. “Right Tae? The Slytherin team this year will kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see them try...princess.” Jungkooks voice was deep and throaty as he looked at you, the nickname rolling off his tongue in the best way. And you just barely held in the shiver it brought you. But you send a cocky smirk his way anyway. “Gryffindor’s going down, princess and it’ll be one hell of a game. Anywho I’m here to steal Tae away, so bye-bye now!”

They really wish they all didn’t love you so much.

— ☘︎︎ —

Ok so the Slytherin team this year sucked, and Tae was practically helping Gryffindor. The Beater was sidelined for one too many fowls and the score was 42-3. The only way Slytherin would win now was if they caught the seeker, but there was no sign of that happening, however.

Just as it seemed like the game was over the announcer caught sight of Charlie chasing after the snitch, Jungkook hot on his tail. It was so so so close...until Tae “accidentally” hit Charlie with a beater, letting Gryffindor win the game.

One side of the stands cheered with fervor while the other groaned good-naturedly. Gryffindor was practically singing as they ran into the dining hall, while Slytherin only yelled fun taunts at the others. Everyone sat in random seats, not caring much for separating by houses as they ate.

“What’d I say, princess? We won.” God how you wanted to smack that cocky smirk off Jungkooks face.

“C’mon Jungkook, stop teasing her.” Jimin’s voice pitched up before he reached for some pumpkin juice.

You smirked. “Yea, listen to the bubble puff Jungkook, we all know you would have lost if it wasn’t for Tae’s mistake.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that if Tae hadn’t bumped into Charlie, he would’ve caught the snitch. He could catch anything you throw at him.”

Jungkook’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as jealousy overcame him and the boys again. “He can? Huh.” Jungkook grabs a choco-frog before turning around and launching it at Charlie. But he misaimed and hit a random girl instead. His face turned red as he turned around quickly, Jin laughing at him. That is until someone launches coconut cream whirl into the back of Jin’s head. It was completely silent for a moment before chaos broke out.

Food went flying everywhere, Cream of Dark Chocolate went into your robes. Pumpkin juice splashed everywhere. Handfuls of mashed potatoes chucked as far as they could go. Some Gryffindor first year tried to use his book to block his head and Namjoon started lecturing him on how books were not meant to be used like that.

It was all fun and games until Headmistress McGonagall came in with a...peeved Peeves behind her. All the students scattered out of the hall then< but you were caught, along with seven others.

“A food fight? Really?” McGonagall’s voice was exasperated, to say the least. She looked both crossed, but like she wanted to laugh. “Just...go wash dishes as punishment.”

— ☘︎︎ —

Giggles floated about the kitchen along with bubbles from the sink. The house-elves had been ordered to leave you eight to it, going to clean the classrooms instead. And maybe this was a punishment, and you would never admit it, but cleaning up with the seven lover boys was fun. They included you so well, and you just barely missed the longing looks that they sent you over your shoulders.

“You know, I wonder if they have any sweets back here.” Jimin's soft voice breaks the comfortable silence the room had lapsed into.

“Well, given that this is a kitchen, I'd assume so, Bubble-puff.”

“Jin Hyung, come help me look,” Jimin whines, ignoring your snarky comment.

“Alright, alright, stop whining.”

Jin wanders over to his lover to help him search, his housemate trailing after him as you turned away. Big mistake. Right as you turned to cast a spell to help you while you cleaned, a bunch of flour was dumped all over you and your emerald green robes. An indigent scream leaves your lips before you turned around, your wand already raised to cast a spell. But Jungkook casts one before you can.

“Bouquetdefleurs!” The spell left his lips and every particle of flour turned into flowers. Flowers entangled in your hair in your robes, everywhere.

“Ugh!” The frustrated scream left your lips once again and you lifted your hand to cast a spell again, but Hoseok accidentally bumps into you, blinded by the flower petals that fell in his eyes. It was like it was in slow motion, watching your wand fall into the toasty fire that kept the eight of you warm. A large flash, presumably from your wand, escapes the fireplace before Namjoon casts a spell to bring your wand out from the fire. But the damage was done, and Hobi felt oh so guilty.

— ☘︎︎ —

You should’ve been paying attention. You really should have been paying attention. But it didn’t matter too much, Potions was your best class and Slughorn loved you. Your somber eyes were instead fixated on the youngest Gryffindor lover, who desperately avoided your eyes. Your and his housemate doing the same. Guilt was gnawing at your stomach from how they were all ignoring you, and the sadness of not having them talk to you and why they weren’t.

“Hoseok, what did you do?” Your voice was shrill and loud, anger and frustration being released.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“My wand!” You snatch the burnt stick from Namjoons hand already rushing out the door to go to Ollivander. The seven boys trailed after you hot on your heels.

“Y/N really I’m so sorry, we’ll go to Ollivander and get it fixed and- and I’ll even pay! I’ll do whatever-”

“Haven’t you done enough?!” You snap at him as you turn around to face him. You ignore the pain you feel when hurt crosses his features, choosing anger instead.

Namjoon steps forward to defend his boyfriend. “Hey, hey he apologized you don’t need to be so mean.”

“My wand has been burnt! I need to cast a spell to get into the dungeon, not to mention for school.”

“Y-Y/n I’m sorry…” Hoseok was near tears seeing your angered face as you turned to face him.

“C’mon you know that's not said, I'm your housemate and I can get you in just fine. We’ll go to Ollivanders’ in the morning and it'll be fine so stop yelling at him. “

“He just wrecked my wand! I am a witch! You know what a witch needs? A wand! So, Kim Taehyung, I will be getting it fixed tonight! And I will stay mad.”

“Well we have to go tomorrow, Filch won't let all of us go out at this hour, only you.”

“Ok. Bye.”

Gosh, you really wished you hadn’t said those words. You knew you were hurting him and it wasn’t even that big of a deal, your wand ended up being fine. You wished you could take back your words and just tell him it was fine and call him bubble puff and- Bubble puff!

“Professor Slughorn, may I be excused? I don’t feel well.” Three pairs of eyes followed after you as you left once your professor nodded.

— ☘︎︎ —

Stares followed after your form as you walked down the rows towards the group of boys, eyes all on the sweets in your hands and the white powdery stains on your robes. Seven pairs of eyes opened wide as you placed down the platter of sweets, your body giving a low huff of exhaustion.

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’ve been a shitty friend recently. I don’t like being away from all of you, and I especially don’t like fighting with all of you. I’m sorry, for how I acted and the things I said the other night, they were wrong of me. Hoseok, I'm sorry for snapping at you and saying those mean things, I swear I didn't mean it. Please forgive me.”

Hoseok stops for a moment and stares at you, his dark eyes hesitant to make you angry again before he reaches out and grabs a sweet. He peers down at it before glancing at you again, “What even is this?”

“It’s a Bubble Puff! It’s one of those muggle sweets called a cream puff but with powdered sugar on top!”

Jimin grabs one and pops it in his mouth, chewing for a moment before looking up, eyes shining in delight. “It's good! I really like it!”

A smile falls onto your lips as you grab one as well popping it is before saying your next words, “Bubble Puffs for my Bubblepuffs! Perfect!”

Oh if only you knew how the boy's hearts melted at that.

#btswritingcafe #btswritersguild #bts fanfic #bts seokjin #bts suga #bts Namjoon #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts fic #bts jimin #bts hoesok #bts imagine #bts hogwarts au

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spinachandhoney · 3 years

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So, as some of you know, I have a three part book series. The first book, Emberfall Woods, follows the story of a young man named Castle searching for his brother with a dragon named Bandyn. The second book is a prequel called Elfling about Castle’s lost brother. The third book is so far unnamed, but focuses on Castle and Bandyn’s daughter, Elaine.

Elaine has two companions and best friends, Baobab, a local healer, and Nokkis, a warlock who is half dark elf. For a while, I was torn on what to do relationship-wise in Elaine’s story. I didn’t know if I wanted Elaine and Nokkis to end up together and Baobab remain the best friend, Nokkis to love Elaine and her not return the feelings, both sides having feelings for each other and Bao not liking Nokkis at all, etc. It took a while, but I finally came to a good decision: they would all three be in a healthy poly relationship.

I figured since the story gets rather dark compared to the other two, and Nokkis has a very hard time deciding which side he is on and Elaine is forced to fight him and Bao (the neutral party), it would be nice to have all three of them come together in the end to rid her fathers’ kingdom of the twisted elves (who Nokkis was previously in association with due to his elven roots).

I might as well give some of the Emberfall universe characters a happy ending.

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cactusnymph · 3 years

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Prompt fill #1 for @dimension20alphabet:

Alone

Riz knows that he’s a good detective. He has solved many mysteries, big mysteries even. He solved the case of his missing friend Penny, he solved the case of his dad, he solved—or well, helped solve—the puzzle of The Nightmare King. He’s good at his job.

But there is one mystery Riz has trouble solving, and that is the mystery of himself.

He’s not good at asking for help even though he’s sure he could need some. Maybe he could talk about this with his mom. The thought of that alone makes him break out in a nervous sweat. It was already kind of the worst to talk to his dad about it. Jawbone is probably good at this, but Jawbone is poly and had sex with many people just like everyone else he knows.

Everyone else he knows is just so goddamn horny. All the damn time.

Riz stops pacing in front of his desk and stares out of the window for what feels like two minutes straight but is probably only a millisecond.

Finally he decides to be brave. He managed to walk through the forest of the nightmare king, this is going to be a piece of cake. No big deal. As easy as stabbing a huge dragon, probably.

His mom is sitting at the kitchen table buried in a bunch of papers and thick textbooks.

“Hey mom. Can I—uh. Can I ask you something?”

His mom looks up from her work and she seems a little disoriented for a split second until her eyes focus on him and she nods.

“Sure, sweetie. What’s up?”

She pushes away a stack of papers from the second chair at the table so he can sit down. Riz feels the need to start biting his nails, so he stuffs his hands into his pockets and sits down on the chair, his leg bouncing and his throat dry.

“So. Uh—“

He searches for the right words. Words are hard and he’s never been very good at them. He knows clues. Feelings are just weird.

“Have you ever—uh. Did you ever, like—um. Feel. Totally alone about something? Like, something that makes you you?”

Sklonda blinks for a second and then her gaze softens as she stretches out her hand to reach for his. Riz hopes that she can’t feel how sweaty his palms are as she squeezes his fingers.

“Honestly? I think that is a very integral part of being a teenager. You think you’re really weird and no one would ever feel the same way and then somewhere along the way you find out that there are actually tons of people who are going through the exact same thing”, she says.

Riz stares at the only spot on the table that hasn’t been covered with papers or books.

“So, what you’re saying is... I have to look at the clues again and—and find out who else fits the profile?”

His mom ruffles his hair and Riz can see her shake her head fondly.

“I wouldn’t have put it like that, sweetie. But. Sure, yeah. Find another suspect and interrogate them until you find the truth.”

Riz can work with that.

“Thanks, mom”, he says and flees from the kitchen to leave Sklonda to her studies. Back in his room he looks at his pin board that, during the last two weeks, has been carefully prepped with Riz’ most difficult case yet—the case of Riz.

His eyes follow the differently colored threads across pictures of his friends and notes that he took.

All his friends are on the board and Riz looks at all their picture, one after the other.

Everyone is horny. Everyone.

Everyone except—

Riz grabs his crystal. He knows that, if he thinks about it too much and starts making plans, he is not going to do it because this is scary. And if he learned one thing on their quest for the Nightmare King’s crown, it’s that sometimes scary things are easier if you just rush ahead without a plan.

“Do you have time to talk?”, he texts.

Riz chews on his bottom lip without realizing that it started bleeding because his teeth are too sharp. He looks at his crystal and tries to will his beating heart to go slower but he fails miserably and as soon as he sees the three small dots that indicate typing on the other end of the line, he sucks in a breath and stares at the display as if he might will the answer to appear faster.

“I have free time. Do you want to come over? Is everything alright?”

Riz sucks the blood off his bottom lip and weighs the options. He loves the manor, but it’s loud and noisy. Noisy in a way that sometimes makes his skin crawl. He swallows, lets his fingers hover over the keyboard for a second.

If everything goes to shit he can always leave the manor, but it would be awkward to throw a friend out of his office.

“I’ll come over. Be right there.”

Riz stuffs his phone into his pocket and rushes out of his room with adrenaline pumping through his veins. Maybe he isn’t such a great detective after all if he never really connected the dots about one of his closest friends.

He remembers a conversation about “please don’t have sex in our tent when we’re also in there” and “this is too much information and I’m very uncomfortable right now” now that he really thinks about it.

Adaine isn’t interested in dating anyone. Just like him. Well. No, that’s not correct, Riz thinks, as he rushes down the street to catch the bus. Maybe he would consider dating someone. But sex. Sex seems. Well.

Maybe Adaine doesn’t want to talk about sex. Maybe she will look at him the same way Aelwyn looks at people sometimes. Riz really doesn’t want to think about Aelwyn, because that makes him think about Fabian and that on the other hand makes him think of them together and how much Riz wishes they weren’t a thing.

If Riz cannot solve the mystery of Riz, maybe Adaine can help him like when they were investigating her mom’s room back on spring break. He goes through his pinboard in his mind and comes to the conclusion that Adaine is on there, but she has only been connected to Biz by a green threat, meaning one-sided sexual interest.

He is so occupied by his own oversight that he barely registers getting to the manor. The thought of going through the whole house and potentially risking questions about why he’s visiting makes his skin crawl uncomfortably, so he uses his sword and teleports directly into Adaine’s bedroom. A loud shriek accompanied by the sound of a heavy book dropping to the floor makes him turn his head.

“Was it really necessary to do this? We have doors”, Adaine says and Riz looks around to find her sitting on the bunkbed she shares with Aelwyn. Thankfully Aelwyn is nowhere to be seen so Riz can freak out in peace about what he’s supposed to talk about.

“Yes. Sorry, uh—I thought maybe I might meet Kristen or—or Jawbone or. Someone else. And then they might look at me and ask questions or maybe Kristen would joke about something sex related and then I might have to vomit all over the stairs and—“

“Riz, slow down. Do you want to hold Boggy?”, Adaine asks and scoots over on her bed to make space for him. Riz doesn’t really feel like sitting down so he starts pacing instead but he does take Boggy into his hands. His brain has gone into overdrive, he knows it as soon as it supplies him with the question of whether or not frogs feel conflicted about sex.

“What’s wrong?”, Adaine asks, her pale blue eyes following him as he walks through the room as if the movement could calm his nerves.

“So—uh. You know. I was wondering if maybe... I could talk to you about. You know. Sexandstuff.”

“Sorry, about what?”

“Sex. And... stuff”, Riz repeats and he can feel his face burning as he stares down at Boggy so he doesn’t have to look at Adaine’s face.

“Oh, um. Well, I’m not sure if I’m the best person for that—“

“I know! That’s why—that’s why I wanted to talk to you. Because. Like. You know. You think it’s icky when Kristen talks about sixtynine and stuff.”

Riz takes a quick glance at Adaine and is relieved to find that she doesn’t look at him the same way that Ragh looked at him the first time they met each other. That is certainly encouraging. She actually looks a little thoughtful. Maybe even understanding. Maybe he’s reading her all wrong. Maybe she’s about to punch him out of the window because he mentioned Kristen and sixtynine and—

“You mean because I’m probably asexual.”

“Yeah, you’re—what?”

“Asexual. And aromantic, but I suppose this is about the sex part, not the romance part.”

“You’re. Wait. Ohhh—“

Adaine pulls up her shoulders and gestures to the free space on the bed beside her. Riz’ brain has frozen over because he’s heard a term he hasn’t heard before and now he wants to find out what it means.

The truth is that he considered searching for stuff like this on the crystalweb, but the thought of typing anything sex related into a search engine had him almost vomiting all over his office floor because it made him feel so terribly embarrassed and nervous that he quickly put the thought aside.

“So—uh. What’s... that?”

“Well, I talked about it to Jawbone and he gave me some things to read and I’ve been doing some research, because... you know, everyone is going on dates and talks about kisses or masturbation and all that and—um. Well. This stuff mostly just always makes me uncomfortable. And I thought, you know. It’s maybe because elves are a bit prudish, but Aelwyn is certainly not like that and she talks about sex like it’s no big deal, so I... I wanted to figure out what it means.”

Boggy makes a sound like a squeaky toy as Riz accidentally squishes him a little too hard in his sudden excitement in the face of new clues and he quickly hands him back to Adaine.

“So. You’re saying that—that it’s like... normal?”

Adaine shrugs.

“Probably not normal, if you’re going by the textbook definition of normal. But not normal doesn’t equal bad, you know. Just how being poly isn’t necessarily normal but that doesn’t mean it’s inferior to monogamy. It’s just a thing that some people are.”

“So. So, uh—can I read that stuff? That you read?”, he asks, trying very hard not to keep chewing on his bottom lip again.

Adaine gives him a smile that makes warmth spread all through his body.

“Sure. I can lend you the book”, Adaine says and gets up from the bed, hands Boggy back to Riz and goes over to one of her numerous bookshelves to pull a small, purple book out from the top row.

“It’s really interesting, from a strictly scientific standpoint, you know”, she says as she hands it to him. Riz looks down at the book. A whole book. Just about feeling weird about dating and sex. His mom was right after all.

“Thanks”, he croaks and blinks rapidly.

“I’m really glad there’s at least one other person who isn’t so terribly horny all the time”, Adaine says and Riz looks up at her, his heart twice its normal size.

“Yeah. Me too.”

#d20alphabet21 #dimension 20 #fantasy high #riz gukgak #adaine abernant #fanfiction #mi writes

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 4 years

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Being in a poly relationship with Gerald and Jaskier HC’s

Meeting

- you meet them after saving their asses from a bunch of elves

- before they could thank you however you were gone

- they meet you again when they come into town to collect their money and see you cleaning up the bar

- you worked there for your uncle

- when they finally were able to thank you Jaskier asked for you to join them

- Gerald was shocked at first but agreed and all of a sudden you were traveling with them

SFW

- you were the one who actually got Gerald and Jaskier together, noticing their chemistry

- soon after Jaskier once again asked you to join them and you did once again, happily

- you’re usually a mediator between both of the boys and are also the one to convince Gerald to let Jaskier have this own horse

- when you meet Yen you both get along rather well

- this scares the shit out of Gerald

- Jaskier loves to sing you to sleep so much and you love it too

- they love spoiling you every time you go into a town

- whether is be with clothes, food or songs

- helping Gerald open up about his troubles in life

- he eventually becomes comfortable enough to talk you and Jaskier about such things

- Gerald always wanting to help you onto your horse despite the fact you are 100% capable

- both boys love to be held by you

- sitting on Geralds lap in bars while Gerald has his arm around Jaskier and you play with Jaskiers hair

- baths together 👌🏻

- getting into water fights together when you decide to go down to the river for a swim on a hot day

- star gazing

- you absolutely love Roach and give her all the sweet head scratches and hugs

- Gerald almost faints from love the first time he sees it

- you are all so protective of each other omfg!!!

- one day you get Gerald real drunk and he ends up pulling Jaskier up from his seat and dancing with him as you play

- running your hands through both of their hair as they envelop you in their arms is everyone’s favourite way to cuddle

NSFW

- the first time they see each other naked they just stare at each other in amazement for a while

- when they see you naked for the first time however, their jaws drop to the ground

- okay so you are all total switches and the amount of dynamics that happen in the bedroom are infinite

- some of your favourite include:

You being in charge and treating Jaskier like a sweet boy but treating Gerald like a whore

Gerald being in charge of both of you and just destroying you both

Both you and Gerald taking care of your sweet little bard with no concern for your own pleasures

- both Gerald and Jaskier getting really turned on when they find out you’re able to carry Jaskier

- you and Jaskier dancing and putting on a nice show for your Witcher

- any of you getting started before the other has joined in and that person just ending up watching

- making each other jealous by dancing with someone else is both a fun and dangerous game 😉

- Jaskier would admit this though Gerald wouldn’t but they both LOVE it when you’re in charge of them

- like Jaskier being your sweet boy who is just so good to you and Gerald being your whore who’s face you sit on or slap him as you bounce on his cock

- Jaskier with sweet kisses and Gerald with kisses full of hair pulling and teeth

- once again Gerald won’t admit this but Jaskier will but they love it when those roles are also switched

- Gerald being treated like your sweet baby boy with light touches and sweet kisses whereas Jaskier takes what you give him like a good whore and loves when you spit in his mouth and make Gerald fuck his face

#gerald #gerald imagine #gerald x reader #jaskier #jaskier imagine #jaskier x reader #jaskier x gerald #gerald x reader x jaskier #geraskier #gerskier #the witcher #the witcher imagine

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hannitizer · 4 years

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To Have a Home Part 18

Summary: After Draco is found guilty of an attempted murder, he is sentenced to the Lupin’s house with hopes he’ll finally understand what it means to have a family. Only problem? Draco doesn’t want it.

A/N: Hey Y’all! I’ve successfully survived my first few weeks of school! It’s going to be a lot, but you know what? It’s going to be okay. Anyways, here’s the next part of To Have a Home. As always, I hope you all enjoy!

Here’s Part Nineteen!

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The breakfast they shared was delicious to say the least. Fred had blown them all away with his cooking skills, something even George seemed surprised about. But slowly, one by one, each member of the party left the Lupins’ house.

First was Sirius, who left with no fanfare. He simply stood up from the table, thanked Fred for the breakfast, and ran to the fireplace before Isla could yell at him for not including her in his thank you.

Next was Isla. She gave Abigail one last hug and ruffled through Draco’s hair one more time. She promised everyone that she would return soon “and next time,” she said, throwing the floo powder into the fireplace, “I will have good news about your mother.” To this, Draco allowed himself to smile. Just a little.

Finally there were Fred and George. They took their time saying their goodbyes to Draco, promising they were only one call away and if he ever needed anything, he knew where to find them. A part of Draco wished that they were going to stay there forever; that they would move in and help him face the Lupin’s. That he would be a little less alone in this house.

That left the three of them sitting at the table: Draco, Remus and Abigail. They sat in silence for a while, no one daring to say even a word. If you looked at it from the outside, it might seem like there was peace at that table; that they were just a happy family finishing up their breakfast. That the fidgeting Draco had was simply because he was itching to go about his day. The smile plastered on Abigail’s face was meant to ease instead of hide. Or the stillness of Remus was a contended father, but they were far from it.

Draco was fidgeting. His heart was racing, breaths coming in more and more shallow than they were a few moments ago. And was it suddenly hot in there? He felt like shedding his long-sleeved shirt in favor of nothingness. He was studying his hands with utmost care, avoiding looking at either of the Lupins. He couldn’t leave the table, at least not in a graceful manner. His crutches sat a few feet away, leaning against the breakfast bar. And, that blasted bracelet on his arm. A constant reminder of how pathetic he truly was. As if the crutches or boot wasn’t enough. He picked at it, hoping neither Lupin noticed. He wiped a bead of sweat off of his forehead. It must be very hot in this room, and the bracelet really was not helping him.

And there was the itch in the back of his head telling him that it was worthless. He was worthless. Everyone thought that. Everyone knew that. How worthless could a person be until he was rubbed down to nothing? Now that itch was festering.

His head snapped up when he heard Remus talking to him, but he couldn’t register what was being said. It wasn’t until he started getting up from the table and heading towards the back door that he realized what was being said. He was going out to the garden. Alone. With Remus. Abigail was handing him his crutches when his brain caught up with the rest of him.

He shook slightly, his eyes glancing up to Abigail, a silent plea for her to follow. She gave him a reassuring nod, smiling slightly. It was a sign that he knew well; one that read everything was going to be alright, that at the end of the day, she still loved him. But with Remus…

“Come, Draco. I need to talk to you.” He stood at the door, holding it open. Expecting him to walk through with him, but Draco was shell-shocked. Numb, even.

“Hey,” Abigail said, drawing his attention back to her. She leaned down to kiss the top of his head. In any other situation, Draco would have recoiled, taken aback by the physical contact, but he couldn’t find it in him to respond. He just took the crutches in his arms and, with the help of Abigail, got up and towards the door.

“I’m right here, if you need anything Draco.” She paused as he made it to the door, hovering around the table.

He took one last glance at the house, and then walked outside. Remus was beckoning him towards a garden of some sorts. It seemed peaceful enough; the flowers were all in full bloom, a myriad of different colors all jumbled together.

Draco stopped just short of the garden, his crutches touching the outskirts of it. Remus sat in the middle of it, his fingers twirling around one of the flower’s stems.

“This one is Abigail’s favorite.” He said, mostly to himself. “It’s called an Ausmas. It’s very pretty, don’t you think?”

He picked it close to the base of the plant. With it, he gestured to the ground next to him.

“Come here. I don’t want to hurt you, I just need to talk.”

Every part of Draco was screaming to run. Drop the crutches and rush into the woods. Maybe he could make it far enough to get lost in there before Remus could find him.

As if he could read his thoughts, Remus said, “These woods go out for miles and miles in every direction. Your bracelet will stop you from going that far, however. I think it’s spelled at… oh, fifty meters or so. I haven’t tested it, but I assume it’s like a wall stopping you. Now come.”

Draco felt himself move closer, and as if on auto-pilot, sit down next to Remus. He was far too close for comfort, but where else was he to go? He wrapped his arms around his legs, bringing them close to his body like he was a roly-poly.

“You remind me of myself when I was younger.” Remus mused, laying the flower down on the ground next to him. “Shy, timid… Afraid of everything.”

“I am not afraid of anything.” Draco’s mouth opened faster than he could stop himself. If Remus heard him, he decided not to react. His gaze was still dropped on the flower. He sighed, finally turning his attention to the shivering boy next to him.

“Draco, I want to apologize for snapping… Are you okay? Draco, you’re shivering… Can you even hear me? Draco?”

But his head was pounding, ears ringing out a bizarre melody. The world suddenly felt like it was coming down on top of him, heavy and hard.

Before he could think, his head was being pushed in between his knees, the sun suddenly not as bright as before.

“Draco, breath for me, okay? Can you do that?”

And he did. At first, jaggedly, sucking in air that seemed scarce, but soon it started coming easier and easier to him. After a few moments, he dared to look up at Remus. He was watching him closely, but stayed where he originally was.

“Draco, it’s okay to be afraid sometimes. For a while, I was scared of you.”

“Scared of me?” Draco tried to sense if he was lying. “I don’t know whether I should take that as a compliment.”

Remus didn’t react. “I’m sorry that I frightened you last night. It wasn’t my intention, but I was so angry and mad that I acted out.”

“It was an accident…”

“I know it was an accident now, but last night, I was distraught. I know you don’t know what it’s like, but Draco, without that wolfsbane potion, I lose myself. I can’t control anything I do… Anything I think. It’s like sitting in the backseat of my mind, watching myself do things I’d never do in my own free will…”

Draco could feel the tears coming. “Remus, I didn’t mean…”

“And I have a family I need to look after,” Remus continued, not hearing Draco’s remark, “If anything happened to Abigail, or to you, I don’t know what I’d do. If I ever hurt you Draco, I don’t know what I’d do.” He stopped, unclenching his hands. There were welts there now, not out of anger towards Draco, but himself.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been a good father, Draco. All I wanted to do was show you what a loving family is… What a loving dad is, and I feel like I’m failing.”

With that, Draco threw himself into Remus, wrapping his arms around him. Tears were flowing freely down his face; he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore.

Remus, shocked, hugged him back. He was surprised at Draco’s response. It wasn’t everyday that his enemy’s child threw himself at you willingly, but if that’s what Draco needed, he was here for him.

After a minute, Draco raised his head to look at Remus.

“I’m sorry” was all he managed to get out before he hiccupped himself to tears again. He wanted so desperately for this to be his father. That he would look up again and see the long blonde hair and grey eyes of his father rather than the scarred face of Remus. That this was not a never ending nightmare. That he and his father would get up from the garden and walk back towards the Malfoy manor, to where his mother would be reading in the parlor and the house elves would be scampering around, going about their daily tasks, and yet…

Part of him was okay that it was Remus here with him. In fact, he would go so far as to say part of him wanted this. He wanted it to be Remus. He wanted to be at this house with him and Abigail. That this could possibly be his home.

All of this was hurting his head: the question of what he really wanted. It made him shudder away from Remus, recoiling back into himself, clutching his head with both his hands.

“All I want is to be your father, Draco,” Remus said, letting his hand drop on his shoulder. “More than just in the legal sense of the word. I know that it’ll take time for you to feel the same way; there’s so much that happened to you in the past month, but I want to know that whenever you’re ready to see me as your father, I’ll be right there waiting for you.” He bent over to plant a kiss on the top of his head.

“I love you, Draco.” He stood up, extending his hand to Draco, which he accepted.

“Now, should we pick some Ausmas for Abigail?”

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dragonologist-phd · 4 years

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Marja Aeducan | Darvis Brosca

Allys Mahariel | Ellimere Tabris

Rosalind Amell | Shay Surana

Sirena Cousland | Isette Kader

picrew here!

(check out the read more if you wanna hear me ramble about my warden kiddos)

Marja Aeducan - Champion - Ambitious, Charismatic, Strong-Willed

Although she was the second-born, Marja had a natural talent for politics and lofty goals within the Orzammar nobility. Becoming a Warden was not something she would have chosen for herself, but after a long period of adjusting to the surface, shifting her perspective, and getting through a brief identity crisis, she took to it very well and became a well-respected Commander. Through a long journey of bickering actually became very close with Darvis and thought of him and her fellow Wardens as family. She romanced Sigrun in Awakening because canon is fake and I do what I want.

Darvis Brosca - Assassin - Sarcastic, Clever, Protective

For most of his life, Darvis was mainly concerned with surviving life in the Carta and taking care of his family. Getting recruited by Duncan and moving to the surface with the Wardens gave him a sense of freedom he’d never known and didn’t quite know what to do with. Dust Town left him with a cynical outlook that he never quite shook, but his surface friends did soften him up a bit. He didn’t stay with the Wardens permanently; once the Blight was over and he knew Rica had a good life in Orzammar, he decided to travel with Morrigan and raise their son together. He would rarely admit it but he did grow to consider Marja family as well.

Allys Mahariel - Ranger - Curious, Confident, Cheerful

Allys loved her clan with all her heart and was devastated to leave them behind, especially not knowing what happened to Tamlen. Her clan was her entire world and she felt that she could never really belong anywhere else. But she kept her head high and resolved to make the best of things, and to do whatever good she could as a Warden. Despite the homesickness that never quite went away, Allys grew to care deeply about her new companions. Alistair was her BFF, and she and Zevran adored each other and went on to adopt a whole gang of kids after the Blight was over.

Ellimere Tabris - Duelist - Brave, Compassionate, Determined

Elli had a lot of complicated feelings about joining the Wardens. When she agreed to it, it was with a fair amount of reluctance and guilt. She knew it was for the best, but still felt like she was abandoning her family. As it turned out, however, Elli made an excellent Warden and was really good at the whole ‘saving the world’ business, and went on to use her influence as HoF to improve conditions for all elves Ferelden. It was hard at first to let herself trust her companions, but she became really close to both Leliana and Zevran and surprised herself by falling head over heels for Alistair. She was heartbroken when he died killing the Archdemon, and vowed to find a cure for the Calling and prevent any more loss to the Blight.

Rosalind Amell - Blood Mage - Rebellious, Outgoing, Creative

Ros had a reputation as a troublemaker in the Circle, and it was pretty well deserved. If she hadn’t Joined the Wardens, it wouldn’t have taken long for her to try and escape on her own (or rather, with Shay- she would never leave them behind). She didn’t take the Wardens very seriously and mostly viewed them more as a means of keeping her freedom, but when push came to shove she was willing to do whatever it took to protect people who needed her. Morrigan was like a sister to her, and she ended up in a poly relationship with Leliana and Shay.

Shay Surana - Spirit Healer - Introspective, Intelligent, Methodical

Shay came to the Circle at a young age and was quickly recognized as having a natural gift for spirit magic. They focused on their studies and tried to stay out of trouble (which with Ros as a best friend wasn’t easy.) In spite of that, they never regretted helping Jowan and readily accepted their new role in the Wardens. It gave them a lot of new opportunities and was, in their opinion, better than living out their life in the Circle Tower. They had a complicated relationship with Wynne, their former mentor, was best friends with Velanna, and ended up in a poly relationship with Ros and Leliana.

Sirena Cousland - Berserker - Direct, Pragmatic, Passionate

Being a Cousland meant that for a long time, Sirena thought she knew exactly what her life would be like...but that obviously didn’t pan out. She went through some rough times dealing with the loss of her family and former life, and for a long time was more focused on revenge against Howe than the Wardens. She bonded a lot with Alistair over the people they lost, and went on to marry Anora and become Queen alongside her. Becoming Queen gave Sirena a new sense of purpose, and her relationship with Anora was actually quite sweet and helped her heal and actually deal with her grief.

Solenne Kader - Spirit Warrior - Observant, Empathetic, Innovative

With a reputation for deftly handling tricky situations, Solenne was an obvious choice to be sent to Ferelden after the Blight. She came from a family of merchant dwarves and left the business willingly to become a Warden- she found the topic of the Blight fascinating and wanted to study Wardens and their connection to the darkspawn firsthand. She was very interested in pursuing the new questions raised by the existence of the Architect and poured a lot of effort into renovating Amaranthine.

#dragon age #dao #wardens #ive only finished the game with a few of them #but ive played through each origin at least once #i just really love the wardens okay #ch: marja #ch: darvis #ch: allys #ch: ellimere #ch: rosalind #ch: shay #ch: sirena #ch: solenne

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cecilspeaks · 4 years

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159 - Cat Show

Be the annoying goose you want to see in the world. Welcome to Night Vale.

This day was foretold and now it is here. Some doubted it would come, but the signs were clear. And I could not be more excited! It’s the annual Night Vale cat show. [laughs] I know, I rarely report on this event, but this year, I finally entered my own cat, Khoshekh, into the contest. Many of you remember that I found Khoshekh 7 years ago. He was floating 4 feet off the ground in the men’s restroom here at the radio station, and he’s still in that exact same spot, cute as ever with his furry little white paws! And elegant little black tail, and just the floofiest tentacles you could ever see.

My husband and I adore cats! We’re always ranking them, because love is above all else a competition. So we figured we should put Koshekh out there for an objective ruling on our own beliefs that he is the best cat in the world! It should be an easy win for our little boy, especially with the home field advantage. Koshekh is stuck in a fixed point in space, and the cat show is being held here at the radio station to accommodate his condition. Station Management is a bit unhappy about this, because they’re terribly allergic to cats. All morning, as the cat show organizers and competing cats have arrived, I have felt the sneezes of Station Management from deep below the surface of the Earth where they have burrowed into the warm, molten core of our dying planet.

I sent our new intern Simon Peterson out to pick up some Benadryl for the bosses, and he did, but now he’s having trouble navigating the 16 inch wide rocky tunnel Station Management dug into the break room, and Simon keeps saying he’s claustrophobic and that his greatest fear is to be stuck in a dark place where the long spindly arms touch and prod his feet, but he cannot see them. And even if he could, he would not comprehend them. Ad n the prickly limbs grab at him with increasing desperation and he does not scream, because he knows no one will hear him except the inscrutable.. thing that is now tearing open the skin along the bottom of his feet. And I was like Simon, this office is a no excuses zone, so get in that tunnel and do your job.

More on the cat show soon, but first the news. Strange men arrived in town today. They were wearing suits and carrying briefcases. They drove a black sedan. One of them wore sunglasses. They claimed to be from Washington DC from an agency called the National Transportation Safety Board. They were inquiring about a missing plane. The strange men, one of them had a blister on his upper lip, met with Sheriff Sam, and told them that on June 15, 2012, Delta flight 18713 from Detroit Mistigan to Albany New York disappeared. The NTSB still has not found the MT-90 aircraft. The men told Sheriff Sam that for many years, the agency believed the flight to have gone down in Lake Erie. Sheriff Sam laughed at this silly fake name for a lake and told the men – one of them had a swollen red lump along the cuticle of his right index finger –that they must be remembering some spooky young adult novel, rather than a real life event. The strange men – one of them had an unceasing nose bleed – said it was in fact true. They said that they recently found a report indicating that right before Flight 18713 vanished from radar, it was detected all the way down in the southwest United States, right here in Night Vale. “How is that possible?” the strange men asked our Sheriff. Sheriff Sam stopped laughing and said: “I know the plane. Or rather, I know someone who saw that plane. His name is Doug, Doug Biondi.” The strange men – one of them wore three wedding rings – nodded and said: “Take us to Doug.” Sheriff Sam said: “Doug is in the Night Vale asylum. He is dangerous. He is not allowed visitors. But…” and Sheriff Sam leaned forward, clasping their hands together across the desk and continued in a hush town: “I… could… assist… in an undercover operation. Disguise you all as new inmates, treacherous psychopaths who must be kept in lockdown in the world’s highest security mental hospital. Then, then… you would be able to interview Doug Biondi about what he saw that day in the elementary school gym.” And the strange men – one of them was weeping thick yellow tears – agreed that this was a great idea, and set out with the Sheriff to the asylum, deep within the Scrublands, to begin their covert investigation. I’m sure those strange men from the NTSB will emerge soon with a full report. More on this story as it develops.

But I have to get back – to the Cat shooooow! [excited] Oh ho ho, [gasps] so many cats have arrived! [laughs] Th-there are cages and carriers full of sweet kitties all over the station! Representing all four breeds of cat: long haired, short haired, smushyfaced and miscellaneous. When I was filling out the entry forms for Khoshekh, they asked me this breed, and he’s definitely smushyfaced, but also long haired although he’s short haired along his coddlespine and pincers, soooooo… miscellaneous? I guessed. Also they wanted Khoshekh’s last name, and I have never thought of a last name for our cat. Huh. I told Carlos we should put his last name as Khoshekh’s last name, because Carlos has a much more interesting last name than me. Plus Carlos is pretty well known and very well liked in town. Everybody knows his last name, and I thought that might carry some political weight in the minds of the judges. But Carlos insisted that we use mine, because I found Khoshekh and I adopted him. So there you go, little kitty. You are Khoshekh Gershwin Palmer. A champion name for a champion cat.

Let’s have a look now at the community calendar. This Friday night is the Tour of Lights in Old Town Night Vale. Participants can meet at Galway and 1st at 7 PM, where a tractor pulling a trailer full of hay will drive you around to look at the bright and festive holiday lights adorning the various historic homes. Last year’s favorite, the Victorian mansion owned by Harrison Kip, included a 40-foot tall Santa, his arms outstretched overseeing a vast army of toiling elves, while an old Victrola played “Ave Maria” over crackling speakers and clowns leapt suddenly from the thick shrubs, handing unsuspecting but delighted guests red and blue balloons shaped by long dead family members. Tickets are five dollars and go to support the Bilderberg Group.

Saturday evening is the bi-monthly pub crawl in downtown Night Vale. Every eight weeks or so, every bar in town becomes overrun with 7 inch long bugs that look like… a bit like earwigs but with human faces. All participating bars and pubs are offering two for one specials on well drinks and bottled domestics.

Sunday afternoon, the Tamika Flynn book club will be meeting to discuss their most recent book, the 2018 Husqvarna YTH-24K 14-inch riding mower owner’s manual. This month’s book was chosen by John Peters – you know, the farmer? They’ll be discussing the themes, symbolism and subtext of this seminal work of contemporary technical literature. The book club is open to anyone and there will be a potluck benefit.

Monday is running a few minutes late, but wants everyone to know we can go ahead and start without it.

The cat show is finally underway and wow! What a sight! I’ve never actually been to a cat show before today, it is, it’s fascinating! So, the judges take each cat one at a time. They hold up the cat’s tail to examine its posture and form. Then they pry open the cat’s mouth to check its teeth. Then four judges hold each of the cat’s paws and stretch it out into a furry X, as a fifth judge measures the cat’s latitudinal, longitudinal and diagonal lengths. I’m surprised at how gentle these cats are with all this rough handling. Khoshekh – [scoffs] Khoshekh usually tries to bite me or-or sting me when I feed him, and I appreciate that about him. It’s hard to respect a cat that would let any stranger look it directly in the eyes, let alone touch it. People sometimes think cats will behave obediently and chummily, like dogs, but cats are individualistic. They show love, yes, but it is conditional and judgmental. You must give a cat space to learn its environment and develop its own social rules. Plus those pincers really hurt! The cats they’re showing right now are really cute, but it’s [sighs], it’s hard to respect them, like the way they let these judges just treat them like slabs of meat. [shouts angrily] Stand up for yourselves, you glorified sock puppets!

Oh, I’m getting some nasty looks from the judges and other contestants. Good, good. (-) [0:12:26] is important in contact sports. Let them know who’s the front runner.

Amber Akini and her husband Wilson Levy are showing their cat now, a tiny fist-sized orange and white shorthair named Berthold. Berthold might be my second favorite cat, behind Khoshekh of course, because he’s a - oh, oh what to call that kind of cat with extra appendages the poly.. polydactyl, polydactyl, that’s it. Anyway, Berthold is a polydactyl cat. He has eight legs and a mesmerizing array of shiny black eyes covering his cute little face. I’m not so sure Berthold has much of a chance of winning, though. Because when the judges tried to check his teeth, he skittered up the wall and won’t come back from the web he built up there. Ah, well now Susan Willman is showing her cat. He’s a scraggy, but otherwise basic tabby with dirty teeth like Spanish rice and the sunken posture of a playground swing. Oh I didn’t catch his name, although it sounded like she called Dumpster. [chuckles] [low voice] Not a chance, loser.

OK, oh wait. The judges are all wide-eyed and cooing over Dumpster, like he’s a rare bejeweled artefact. Wait, they’re nodding to each other as if they’re impressed. I don’t get this! He’s a trash cat. That’s why she named him Dumpster of, knowing Susan, maybe that’s a family name. Ooh ho-ho! Oh, I’m getting a shush sign from the judges, and Susan is glaring at me. [chuckles] I had no idea how political this cat show would be. What a racket.

Let’s have a look now at traffic. There’s a slowdown on westbound lanes of Route 800 near Exit 19. There is no construction or accident. Highway patrol said that everyone on that side of the road simply started thinking about Urinus and giggling. Every single driver, simultaneously, remembered how the name of that planet always made them laugh in school. Scientists want to study Urinus. They thought it wants really probe the dense noxious clouds covering the rocky surface of Urinus. They considered in unison, their ruddy cheeks quaking above sore jaws and below tear-filled crackling eyes: scientists think the pressure inside Urinus is so great that here may be diamonds inside Urinus. The drivers all howled, the audible din enough to slow even the eastbound lanes, who were trying to think of a single funny thing about Saturn, but could not. I’m not sure I get why any of that is funny. But expect westbound delays of 20 minutes or take an alternative route.

It’s the big moment, listeners. The judges are visiting Khoshekh right now in the men’s restroom. I tried to tell them to use hazmat gloves, but they sneered and said: “We know how to handle cats, sir.” OK, they are professional arbiters of all things feline, so I believe them. They’re holding up Khoshekh’s tails right now, examining his nacreous scales. They brought in two other judges to try to hold Khoshekh’s tentacles down because, well he keeps trying to grab at the main judge’s face as the judge attempts to examine Khoshekh’s teeth. Oh, I wonder if they’ll deduct points for Khoshekh having more teeth than a normal cat. I mean he has five rows of them. OH, oh! Oh no. Ohhh, the judges are not controlling this situation well at all, Khoshekh has wrapped up all of the jduges in his many spiraling suctioned arms. They’re struggling to break free, but those tentacles secrete a sedative oil and the judges are wobbling.. They’re passing out, yup, not good. Every single judge is unconscious, and now Khoshekh is wildly flapping his wings and, while I cannot hear it I can tell, he is emitting a shriek that only other cats can hear. He does this when he’s upset. OH, there’s Berthold coming down from the safe haven of his web. There’s Dumpster, hollow-eyed and purring, waling toward Khoshekh. And all the other cats are coming too. Their mouths agape, emitting I m sure the the same ultrasonic tone, a harmon of protest, of uprising, of bloodthirst. They’re gathering now in the men’s room, eyes glowing, all slack-jawed and silent screaming at the sky. On yeah, the other pet owners are sobbing and they’re running for the exist, but they know they cannot leave. They would not leave even if they could. It is silent now in the station safe for the panting exhaustion of frightened human owners, and the strained wheezing breaths of unconscious cat show judges. I think Carlos and I have a great shot at winning this thing, listeners. an announcement of a champion coming soon!

But first, The weather.

[”Weather: “Fuzzy Disco” by Talkie https://talkie.bandcamp.com]

The judges woke up, but they no longer speak in English nor any human language. They are licking themselves and eating moths that they caught by the single swinging light bulb in our radio station’s interrogation room. Their brains are feral and feline now, as they hide under tables and hiss at the other cat owners. I tried to warn them about using hazmat gloves, but they didn’t wanna hear me. [big gasp] Or maybe they did! Perhaps this was their gambit all along, I mean this is after all my first cat show, I don’t wanna pretend like I know how these things go. No winners were announced. The judges joined the high-pitched catervauling of the other cats. And then they all left in a unified clatter, out the men’s room window and into the street. I can see them now, running toward the alley behind the CVS, several other cats joining their ranks, all except - Khoshekh, who cannot leave his spot in the station restroom. Four feet in the air.

I told Khoshekh that he’s a winner in my mind, and I put on my thick rubber gear and gently stroked his smushed little face! [giggles] Right between his middle two eyes! Huh. It’s hard to tell what cats are thinking or feeling, but I think Khoshekh is happy. He’s happy to have such a loving home and two doting dads. But something in his eyes tells me he wanted to run free with his new cat friends. I gave him a catnip plushie though, and he looks content, if a little coked up.

Stay tuned next for a noise you cannot hear, rallying a feral insurrection.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: Wanna feel old? Don’t worry, you will.

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