#after dark rituals

[eliotbaum]

more LydiaKasper as corrupt blood clerics ⛅️🩸

[seleneprince]

"I wonder what kind of sleepovers they have in Slytherin. Bet they spend the night worshipping the Dark Lord and preaching the importance of blood purity"

"Yeah, they probably just have silly tea parties and talk shit about the rest of us, those pompous snakes"

Meanwhile, the Slytherin dorms on a normal day:

(Spoiler: Pandora and Snape are the ones to suggest it everytime, and the rest of girls follow out of curiosity)

[staticrevelations]

imogen corruption arc where she scours old tomes and dark rituals to find out how to banish delilah and then tether laudna's soul back into her body and, either then or at the time of imogen's death, tethers her own soul to laudna's like delilah did so they can spend the rest of laudna's long, undead life together

[legendarytragedynacho]

John Koviak

[pinacoladamatata]

the real dark urge: the urge to keep re-making Tavs

[legoprime]

When I started this Durge playthrough I was expecting to enjoy the Astarion romance (and I am!) and I was expecting to enjoy the history with Gortash (and I do!) but I did not expect how invested I would be in the utterly unhinged relationship with Orin

There's just nothing quite like two siblings with a violent and bloody history who want to brutally destroy each other. Gortash's whole deal is interesting but it is not at the top of Korvis' priorities, because he knows what Orin did to him now. He knows she fucked him up, and even if he (maybe? possibly?) likes who he is now, hooo boy he wants to wreck her shit. He wants to eviscerate her in their father's temple, and then after that maybe he'll be ready to listen to what Gortash has to say.

[edgelite]

seth saying he doesnt want his first match back to be mania and expects to come back after a month

[dark-raven-feathers]

He had a reputation, you see, for being a sorcerer. 

As a schoolmaster though, he was alright. He never did hex us, and he taught well enough. Even managed to keep my rat of a brother on the bench ‘til noon reading Script.

Then that cow started following him. We thought it was funny at first; maybe he’d stuck some hay to his trousers or put straw in his shoes so the cow could follow him, or maybe he had a lead tied to his wrist that he’d turned invisible so we couldn’t see it. And getting lessons canceled because that cow kept trying to follow him into the school made it all the more funnier.

Then my brother noticed him going into the woods every night. Didn’t think it was too weird; he was a sorcerer after all. Maybe he went in there to dance with his cow, or something.

When the king came back after a storm though, we started thinking something was going wrong in there. We started following him in, or at least tried to. He knew the woods better than us, and we always lost him after a minute or so. The closest we got was the big root halfway down the hunter’s trail; he took a turn after that, went around that huge tree, and disappeared into thin air.

Clearly that wasn’t going to work then. We did some other research, asked around (but not the adults. Mum would have skinned us alive if she knew we were trying to catch a witch), and landed on one of the boys who only came twice a week. He didn’t want to talk at first but when I told him we’d get him pudding he agreed. Sat us down in the field and told us the sorcerer wanted to sleep with his sister, and told him to get some hairs from “Down there”. His words, not mine. That was where the cow came in; got hairs from the cow's udder instead. Had a good laugh about it.

We weren’t the ones who turned him in. Mum would have had us dropped in the lake for sneaking around a witch anyways. Some other girl found him out and got the lot of them hanged. I think the worst part was that his real name was Fian, really. Cunningham sounded better.

[@solointhesand]

(Doctor John Fian gets investigated by his students except I wrote the aftermath first in the shape of an interview because… because)

[blue-eli]

Ink October day twenty three: Childbearing

The act of producing or bringing forth children.

[toomuchdickfort]

I love making new dark urge playthroughs and thinking of so much story for who the guardian appears as and this whole life they’ll not remember and-

[arowrath]

i think everyone could benefit from 1am ramen . it doesnt even have to be at 1am. for instance today is a 10:30pm ramen day i think

[jainenkept]

a little reminder that the most important thing about iggy is that he's been a grey warden for as long as alistair has. story-wise, it can all be done without him there. he will lightheartedly refer to himself as the lesser amell, if he has a warden sibling. he's aware that he's expendable.

[sage-nebula]

Alistair: "Maybe Lyra would help the Inquisition, but I wouldn't count on it. She was on a dark path." 😒

Lyra Mahariel, literally trying to find a way to end the Calling to save all Wardens present and future: "Fuck you too, buddy."

[wizardpigeon]

Love it when my morally-questionable-god-bf gives me a necklace made from the petals of his mother's favourite flower, tells me it was hers, and that she was murdered by his father whilst protecting him and his younger brother (yknow the one that lost his marbles N started a war N stabbed you)

[k1w1fru1t]

Spoilers for Arcane Academy utc

Ghost!Mage duking it out with Ghost!August for a couple hundred years before falling in love with him again like that first day in the Arcane Academy >>>>

Ghost!Mage x Ghost!August friends to enemies to lovers 300k

[sulky-valkyrie]

happy friday! “No— I just… No. You don’t get to just walk away; not here and now, not like that.” for DADWC, and maybe... Alistair x Warden?

Well, this got a bit complicated and turned into Alistair x Warden x Morrigan. A thousand apologies for tweaking the prompt dialogue. for @dadrunkwriting

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Tabris woke feeling more refreshed than she had in weeks, if not months.  Everything would be alright.  She had Morrigan in front of her, snoring softly, and Alistair behind her, snoring . . . well, not softly at all.  The archdemon would die, and they wouldn’t, and everything would be fine.  She snuggled happily into Morrigan’s hair and dozed back off, only to jerk awake as the witch tried to sneak out from under the covers.

“Mori?” 

“I need to go,” the human said softly, looking away.  

She wrapped an arm around the witch’s belly, stopping her from sliding out of bed.  “But you’ll come back?”

“I . . . want to.”  She extracted herself from the bed, regret etched on her face as she walked around the room, picking up discarded clothing.

Her heart sank.  They’d just figured this out, and now she was just going to leave anyway?  “But?”

“I - I can stay until the archdemon is dead.”  Morrigan sat down by the door to start dressing.

Tabris climbed over Alistair in her panicked haste to reach her faster.  “You can’t just go! What about us?”  She dropped to her knees in front of the other woman and pressed a kiss to her thigh.  “I know we didn’t talk about it much last night, but this is real, Mori, this is real and I’m not - I can’t lose more people - I can’t.”

“It’s not her choice, ‘Ris,” she heard Alistair say as he gently pulled her away from the witch’s lap.  

“There’s always a choice!” she snapped as she struggled against him.  “Look at all we’ve done when people said we should just give up!”  She spun in his arms to look at him.  “Look at what we’re about to do!”

Alistair pulled her in tight.  “‘Ris . . .” he whispered against her shoulder.  “She doesn’t want to go.”

She pressed her face against his chest.  “Then she shouldn’t have to.  We can’t - you can’t just let her walk away, not here, not now, not ever, but definitely not like this.”

“Look at her, ‘Ris; you’re just making it worse.”  He kissed her throat before turning her back around.  He was right.  For all his pretense of being an idiot, he really did know what he was talking about more often than not, and this morning was no different.  Morrigan hunched miserably in the chair, stony-faced, but with tears glistening in her eyes.  

She swallowed her pride, her selfishness, felt Alistair’s arms relax as she nodded her acceptance that she was already losing the thing she hadn’t ever known was available.  It wasn’t her choice to make.  It couldn’t be her choice to make.  Morrigan was her own woman and always would be.  “I - sorry.  You’re right.  Can you - I know you’re leaving, that’s your decision, even if I hate it, but I can’t make you stay and I wouldn’t want you here unless you wanted to be.  But can you - can I just have you another few hours?”

Before the plea left her mouth, Morrigan was moving, launching herself into Tabris’ arms, grabbing her face and pressing her back against Alistair with a fierce kiss.  Her arms wrapped around the other woman, and she felt Alistair’s arms over her own and his lips on the top of her head and she had the two most important people in her life, holding her, loving her, and she knew, she knew it wouldn’t last, couldn’t last, but they could at least have a final morning.