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Nearly forgot to put this here

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rook/Emmrich Volkarin, Emmrook - Relationship, emmrich/laidir Characters: Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Female Trevelyan (Dragon Age), Rook (Dragon Age), Laidir, Lords of Fortune - Character Summary:

My rook writing letters to her sister

wrote chapter 2 of my fic. 

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Rotten Luck

Note: J'rakko belongs to my best friend @dishonoredassassinfan and I'll post a link in the reblogs when I get it on ao3

Reyla couldn’t believe her luck. The gods must truly hate her for her to be in this situation.What should have been a simple heist, with bored guards looking after drunken nobles.  But guards were swarming the house, rumors swarmed Solitude that The Thieves Guild were planning on taking advantage of the same party she was.  And to make matters worse The Guild sent J’rakko.

Reyla didn’t bother to hide her eye roll as the black khajiit walked over.  “My favorite little fox! What a pleasant surprise!”

“Not now, J’rakko. I’m working.” 

“ Wonderful, J’rakko can help. Just like old times.”

“Are you FUCKING kidding me!?! What’s the cost? Do I need to sell my soul to Blackbriar for you to work with me?” 

“No, soul selling doesn’t happen until at least working with her for a week. C’mon it’s one night, it will be fun.” 

“You betrayed everything I believed in. I only steal to help people who need it. I am not helping you.” Reyla hissed.

“And so does J’rakko. J’rakko is very poor and always needs help.” J’rakko grinned at Reyla’s emotionless face before sighing.

“Listen, J’rakko can’t get into any private rooms, without his favorite little fox. Reyla won’t leave with a single septim if she does not get help. But if she teams up with the second best thief in Skyrim, we both may leave with something.”

Reyla sighed. A quick glance of the room and it’s clear none of the guards left, if anything more came. She swears that there are more guards than party goers. And to be honest J’rakko is being optimistic that even working together they would be able to pull this off.  But she can’t turn back, too many people are depending on her for their next meal. She has to try and use every resource, no matter how rage inducing that resource is. She glanced back at J’rakko, who was watching her silently as she made her decision.  She grabbed his paw before dragging his paw and dragged him for a dance. She hates the fact that she has to be in his arms again but she was not going to rob this place without a plan. And they can’t sit in some dark corner while guards watch them plan their heist. So they will blend in with the crowd and Reyla will just ignore how her heart still skips a beat when he wraps his arms around her. She can hate herself later, right now all that matters is this heist.

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My Ocs-Rock Gym Leader Miaara

Okay finding images for gym leader outfits will be harder. Like I guess for her it would be some indiana jones inspired outfits. I think she would have a focus on fossil Pokémon

Her full team. I'll put some thoughts I have about her under cut since it will probably be just rambling. But the ace is the t-rex guy called tyrantrum. Since he's a dragon type. Also before I made her a steel type.

Okay so I don't know fossil pokemon that well so hopefully it turned out decent. And while tyratrum would be her ace because even if I am no expert in combat in the game. Like don't do competitive I know dragons are powerful, but I think her favorite would be Bastidon. Just by looks it feels like it fits her. Bastidon is the shield headed dude and maybe it's just she's a Blade, she needs a shield idk. But I feel like that would be her buddy

Also did hers first because one she's one I feel like I nailed wha gym she would be. and there's a few I'm a little less sure of and b since it's fossil focused it eliminated a lot of rock pokemon so it was a little less overwhelming to figure a team out. But mostly I just tried to give her a team with a variety of type combinations.

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Attention

  Note: This is techinically a wip, no editing. I'll try to do it later but just want to publish something before my energy depletes

Marcurio really hoped Reyla wouldn’t have followed him. Marcurio remembered how the taste of ale and how it changed from tasting like honey to bile as Reyla’s hands seemed to trace every inch of that man. When Reyla’s face seemed to lean closer to the man, Marcurio fled. His ale sucked and he needed to rebuild that denial he had when her cousin asked if he was interested in Reyla. But he was reckless and he should have known that he should have been more subtle fleeing because like Oblivion she would let him run off upset without answers.

“Marc,” Reyla’s voice called out softly as his bed dipped. Her hands grabbed his arm trying to get him to stop hiding his face and look at her. “Marc, I can’t punch who hurt you if you don’t tell me. What is wrong!?”

“I’m fine! Don’t ruin your date on my account!” For a moment there was silence. Marcurio almost thought Reyla left if it wasn’t for the weight beside him.  He felt the bed shift as Reyla crawled on top of him chuckling.

“Oh, my favorite grumpy mage is jealous of the attention I’ve been giving people. That won't be due!” Marc felt her hands move across his body, her hands seeming to search for something until her hands reached one of his pockets. 

“Were you? Oh gods you were just robbing him.” Marcurio groaned.

“Shh, shh.” Reyla whispered her breath touching Marcurio’s neck, revealing the location of her mouth and how close it is to his neck. “I’m just giving back the attention that man cruelly stole from you. Or did you imagine something else? Less criminal.”

“I admit my thoughts weren’t on crime.” Marcurio gasped as he felt a light graze of teeth on his neck.

“Oh, Marc, that’s a horrible mistake. You should always think of crime. I suppose your thoughts strayed from the purity of theft to some more unsavory thoughts.”

Marcurio tried to think of a clever response to her slight teasing but her hands had moved to the sash holding his robe together.  “I guess if you want, I could give you some of that attention if you prefer.”

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Reyla: if I had a nickel for every time a former daedric worshipper turned priest tried to adopt me. I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s odd it happened twice.

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Imagine your icon WITH A KNIFE.

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It was supposed to be this blog

Imagine your icon WITH A KNIFE.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/22838041

Reposting my fic I’m still pretty proud of it despite it supposed to be g rated. Turned into smut, my bad. But I’m a lot better fluff writer then smut so I’m really proud of this smut piece being good

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Farkas and Nichole?

@herald-divine-hell

Nichole ignored the ringing of her phone not wanting to deal with what she was sure was waiting on the other end of the phone, more of her parents’ disappointment or maybe Evie angry that Nichole left the wedding early after their parents crashed the wedding. Angry that Nichole didn’t invite them and reminding Nichole of their disappointment for pursuing an art career, causing her to break down.

Nichole remembered her heart racing after and the room being too loud.  Every voice graded on her nerves like nails on a chalkboard causing her to run out of the wedding soon after.  She felt guilty about it but she couldn’t handle having another meltdown at the wedding.  The phone continued to ring and Nichole was certain it was probably her parents telling her how embarrassing she acted at the wedding.

Nichole groaned as the phone stopped ringing for a second before it started ringing once again.  She sat up planning on shutting it off when she saw that the caller was Farkas.

“Hello”

“NICHOLE! I saw you run out of the church are you okay? Where are you?”

“At my apartment.” Nichole sniffled.

The phone was silent for a moment before she heard Farkas’s voice come through sounding like he was really mad. Probably from her bailing on her sister’s wedding. “Were you crying?” 

“Yeah but I’m fine just with mom and dad showing up.  I’m okay now, just tired.”

“Stay there, I’m coming over.”

“Farkas, I’m fine.  Really. Have fun at the wedding party.” Nichole pleaded figuring she’s not worth the gas money to get to her apartment because of a panic attack.

“I’m coming over.”

Nichole groaned when Farkas said he’ll see her in 15 minutes and hung up.  Nichole went to the bathroom to wipe her makeup off.  Her mascara she put on during the wedding was ruined from the crying earlier, leaving a black trail across her cheeks. Nichole spent the time waiting for Farkas trying to make herself look as okay as possible so he doesn’t get more worried.  He worries too much about someone who is just a bundle of anxiety and self loathing.

Nichole had just switched into pjs and managed to wrangle her curls into a messy ponytail when she heard Farkas knock on the door.

Nichole opened the door to only be scooped up into Farkas’s arms, bridal style. Farkas kicked the door closed behind him before walking to the couch.  “What are you doing!?!” Nichole asked.

“You were crying so I’m going to make you feel better.” Farkas stated matter of factly before reaching for the remote and turning on Nichole’s tv. 

Nichole styled into his chest before mumbling “You don’t have to, I'm fine.” 

Farkas shrugged “ You look fine when you left the wedding, and I want to make sure you're happy.”

Nichole gave up with that realising she’s not going to convince him she’s fine and went back to lying on Farkas’s chest, watching what Evie called the depressing fox movie. 

“Farkas, why do you care so much? I’m just a mess.”

“Nichole your the only friend that I have that doesn’t constant dumb jokes about me and you tend to listen to everything I say.  As far as I’m concerned, you're worth the mess.”  Nichole sat quietly as Farkas played with her hair, wondering again why Farkas is considered the dumb one even though he seems to be the one who always know what to say to make her feel better. 

Nichole woke up on the couch, wrapped in Farkas’s arms.  She ignored the warmth that spread inside her chest.  She’s already cried enough today, she didn’t need any rejection today.

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Failed Engagement

@herald-divine-hell I'm sorry

“Miaara am I doing something wrong?” sniffled Nichole, crying because she ruined another deranged marriage her father planned. Miaara pulled away from Nichole, leaving her feeling cold without her warm embrace.

“Doing what, wrong.” Miarra gently pushed back one of Nichole’s brown curls.

“I don’t know, I just can’t seem to do anything right. I only seem to fail and disappoint everyone. Mom, dad they both hate me! Why do I even try?” Nichole sobbed into her bodyguard’s shoulders, enjoying the feeling of Miaara’s arms wrapped around her, desperately trying to comfort her.

“Nothing, I promise you. You are fine and your parents are at fault. They just can’t see how wonderful you are.” Miaara’s hands gently ran through her hair as Nichole continued to cry.

“But, I’m horrible at being a noble, Miaara! I can hardly talk to people, let alone deal with all the politics.”

Miaara’s hands stilled for a second, so Nichole assumed she was about to agree with all that she said. “Nichole, those nobles don’t deserve you. Why don’t you leave?” Miaara asked.

“Where would I go? I have nowhere else I could run to.” Nichole retorted.

“You can run to me if you wish.” Nichole jerked her head up to look at Miaara to confirm that she just heard Miaara right. Miaara’s hands grabbed Nichole’s face gently.

“Nichole, please leave with me. You deserve better than this.”

“Miaara, I” Nichole started.

“Nichole, you DON’T. You deserve better, Nichole I love you.”

Nichole was snapped out of her shock when her dad barged in, looking like he just found out she ruined another political alliance. Miaara left silently during the conversation. Later that night when she was alone with her thoughts she wondered if it was best for everyone if she decided to start a new life and try to be happy with Miaara. She is not used to her happiness being the best option.

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Winterhold

Note: I’ll add an a03 link in the notes

Farkas tried to keep calm as he walked to Winterhold with Evie.  Evie looked way too happy about how quick Farkas was to agree to take the job that would bring him close to where her sister lived.  

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Alexandra playing and braiding Reyla’s hair while making her a flower crown with magic.

@herald-divine-hell      “Really” Reyla sighed as Alexandra started to work on her second braid.“I’m sorry would you prefer a black flower crown.” Alexandra teased, looking towards the floating flower crown made of bright colored daisies.“Maybe.” Alexandra laughed at Reyla’s response before using her magic to turn the bright crown into a crown that was more black than the night sky. Alexandra placed a kiss on Reyla’s nose as she swung the small braid over Reyla’s shoulder before placing the flower crown on her head. “Can’t wear anything not black for a second.”“Nope” Reyla responded before wrapping her arms around Alexandra and making Alexandra to forget everything besides how Reyla feels in her arms.

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If anyone is interested describe an oc of yours or yourself if you want and I’ll tell you which oc of mine I ship you with.

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Reyla’s Secret

I suck at writing long fics and wanted to make this scene part of a long fic.  So have it as a one shot also the brief mention of Eli and J’rakko belongs to my best friend @dishonoredassassinfan  he’s the best

  “Hey, hey it will be okay.” J’rakko placed a hand, his heart breaking as he watched his best friend in tears. 

“NO!” Reyla shoved his hand away as she stepped away from him.  “Don’t you understand, you just told me that you loved me! And I can’t say it back because if my mom finds out, she will break you. “

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Evie Trevelyan 1980s

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49."they're such an idiot. my idiot but still." Reyla and Alex

God I’m sorry this took so long.  I struggled with coming up with one of them doing somethig stupid.  Not the exact wording but I think it works

Alexandra couldn’t keep the soft smile off her face as Reyla downed another bottle of mead.  

“And then Valvin told me I shouldn’t kick Korir’s ass. STUPID! Alrxatrya.” She slurred.  “FUCKING stooopid!  Just because he’s jarl doesn’t mean he doesn’t need his ass wooped.” 

“That is true.” Alexandra agreed as Reyla leaned over her to order some more mead.  

“I could of took him.  He’s never been in a bar brawl in his life and I’ve been in.” Reyla paused as she stuck several fingers up in the air in an attempt to count.  “Several. I’ve been in several. I could of won!” Reyla shrieked sounding heart broken.

“I know you could of,  he wouldn’t of stood a chance Reyla but I think your cousin was more concerned about you getting thrown into prision.” 

“I could of kicked the guards’ asses too.”  Reyla murmured before  resting her head on Alexandra’s shoulders and passing out.  

“Your such an idiot.” Alexandra smiled, running her hands through Reyla’s hair.  “But my idiot.”