#tamlen ; star wars

[splinteredglass]

@irrfahrer

“Did you know that when Arallutes wither, they close their pretty petals and dry up, closing the seeds inside so they start rattling? Traditionally those are used as babyrattles, so eventually those pretty little violet thing were connected with childbirth and young married couples because can you imagine, young married couples tend to kriff around a lot and pups happen this way. When I accompany couples as a midwife through their first pregnancy and the first months after childbirth, I usually gift them a pot with a Arallute. Its a kriffing nice gesture and arallutes are suprisingly hard to kill and since young parents are alwas on the verge of dying themself from exhaustion arallutes are not only pretty looking but the only thing able to survive when noone looks after them because the parents are either sleeping or taking care of their pup and sometimes even at the same time doing both. In fact did you know that when people marry their friends and family plant arallutes in their gardens to bless the connection and also probably wish them a helathy life of kriffing around, but anyway- instead of actually beeing pretty seldom on Alderaans plains, Arallutes do not need much to grow and act as a very kriffing pretty ground-cover-plant with their stark violet colour, so how about we plant some Arallutes to freshen up some of the beds in my greenhouse?” Ziv wriggled her eyebrows up at Tamlen, doing her best in seducing people with the glory of plant lore!   [Keeping up the tradition of Zivs horrible flirtations!]

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“Back on my homeplanet, it wasn’t unusual for the Clan to step in and help take care of children if the parents ended up needing help,” Tamlen offered, unsure what exactly to do with the sudden infodump on planets. Though despite the uncertainty, the Dalish certainly seemed to be interested despite himself. Even had he wanted to ignore the vastness of the unknown (to him) galaxy, the temptation to learn more always seemed to prickle at the back of his mind.

It’s left over from when he used to get into trouble trying to learn more back in the Dales, no doubt. No amount of discipline ever seemed to completely curb Tamlen’s thirst for learning new things-- it merely taught him how better to hide it.

A shrug soon follows suit at Ziv’s question-- suggestion?-- about planting some. Despite his grousing over the incident with apparent exploding plants, Tamlen didn’t actually hold any distaste towards them. Especially ones that held a use of one sort or another-- and usually it just took learning to find one, “It’s your greenhouse. If you want to plant Arallutes then there’s nothing stopping you.”

[dirthara-dalen]

was tagged by @stratataisen in this again so i thought i'd do this but give diff answers :D

3 ships

I'm just going to list my top current 3 ships

Ligastar/Theron (Swtor)

Tamlen (my oc)/Zevran (Dragon Age)

Lee Starwing (my oc)/Shara-rae (@myth-and-mischief oc's) (Star Wars)

First ship

After the last post i honestly don't know. Still think it has to be Salior Moon/Tuxedo Mask

Last song

Various versions of Across the Stars, as i said in my last one i like to listen to music as i write especially music that matches what i am writing

Currently reading

re-reading my old writing and trying to figure out wtf happened to my writing style

Last film

Time team special followed by some more historical docs. I tend to re watch the same things over and over again.

Currently craving

fruit, blueberries specifically as they are my fav.

I tag whomever wishes to do this

[writing-ro]

Fictober 19-3: “Now? Now you listen to me?”

@fictober-event​ // Set in a Multi-fandom Fantasy AU where most if not all kinds of fantasy creatures exist alongside humans, though the two cultures stay fairly separate, with many humans being afraid or prejudice against creatures.

Rating: T Fandom: Star Wars, Dragon Age Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Arista Amara (OFC), Oren Revik (OMC), Merrill (Dragon Age), Kato Shinin (OMC), Merida Mahariel (OFC), Tamlen (Dragon Age), Minaeve (Dragon Age),  Additional Tags: elf!Ahsoka, dragon!Oren, Temple exploration, Don’t Touch The Magic Mirror!, the monsters are basically the ra’zac from eragon acting like the darkspawn of Dragon Age, Three guesses who the statues are of and the first two don’t count.

She'd known something bad was going to happen. It had been gnawing at her gut since she was asked to lead the expedition. Merrill and Ashalle had been studying an old elven text and found reference to a temple. Merrill managed to use the context clues and some other old records and figured out the location and asked to go find it. The elders discussed and finally agreed to allow it, and asked Ahsoka, as one of the clan's best hunters, to lead the party. 

She told Arista of the trip, just so she wouldn't worry about her absence. Instead, she insisted on accompanying them. She had a fairly good grasp of Old Elven from her studies, and did have some talent as a mage, so she could be a help. Ahsoka had argued, that the elders would never accept her help, and that it'd be dangerous, but when Arista wanted something, she knew just how to run right over Ahsoka about it. 

So they set out, a party of seven: herself, Arista, Merrill, Merida, Tamlen, Kato, and Minaeve. Three mage scholars and four warriors. Considering the ruins were rather close to the Primian Kingdom border, that should have been more than enough to handle anything. 

The journey there took a week, and they found the ruins nestled up against a mountain, distinctly elven and covered in growth. They spent another looking through the first few chambers of the place, the ones accessible from the front door without need of another ritual like they had used to open it. Notes were taken, a few items collected, and catalogued, and each one made the scholars more and more excited to see what lay beyond. So, the eighth day in the ruins, the mages gathered together and unlocked the door. The hall behind was most impressive, gold and marble being visible even under centuries of dust. Strangely though, there was nothing inside, except a large mirror, twice as tall as any of them, standing on a dias with two statues on either side, one a elven man with a wolf sitting at his feet, the other a dragon with a elven woman kneeling at its feet. It, unlike everything else, was also completely clear of dust. 

“This place is beautiful,” Merrill said. “None of the clans have had the means to build something like this in centuries.”

“What is this mirror?” Tamlen asked.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” Merida said, moving towards it with him. 

“Careful you two,” Ahsoka ordered and they flinched back just before they could take the first step up the dias. “We don’t know what it was for. Had to be important, if they locked it up so tight.”

“The room also suggests that hypothesis,” Arista said. “A vault wouldn’t have all this gold just put on the walls. Could this be a ritual chamber?”

“I don’t recall any rituals involving mirrors from the histories,” Merrill said. “Maybe there’s an inscription somewhere that can tell us what it is.”

They spread out around the chamber to look, brushes, brooms and rags knocking down dust which was then swept out the chamber with sweeps of magic. None of them realized that as more of the magic was used, the more was drawn to the mirror, and now the previously clear surface had become cloudy and mottled. 

“Did anyone find anything?” Minaeve asked, wiping her hands on a rag after polishing a plate on the east wall. 

“Nothing,” Marrill sighed as she looked in the last crevice on that wall. “Not a thing. This must have been one of those ‘everyone knows of it, so why should we write it down’ type things.”

“I think I might have found a passage,” Arista said, she and Ahsoka standing by the southwest corner of the hall. “Or at least where one used to be. The stone’s settled different than the rest.”

“Hey, the mirror’s changed!” Tamlen called, and the other turned to see him and Merida standing on the mirror’s dias, Tamlen reaching out to touch it. “I-I think I see something inside. A- It’s a city! But it’s dark, and cold and - WHAT IS THAT!”

“Tamlen!” Merida called, lunging for him.

“No!” half their group screamed as a flash of light from the mirror engulfed the two, forcing them to cover their eyes or be blinded. When they managed the blink the spots away, the two hunters were gone. 

“What just happened!?” Kato asked. 

“I don’t know,” Merrill said, moving a bit closer to the mirror. “Maybe our magic activated it somehow, but what it does, i don’t-” she cut herself off with a gasp as some things sprang out of the mirror, and Ahsoka and Kato drew their weapons while the mages grabbed their staves.

The things were humanoid, but wore black leather armor and black cloth over their faces. Wicked blades of black oily metal hung from their waists, and they made weird clicking and hissing sounds as they moved, looking over the party before drawing their blades and splitting into two groups to attack. 

“RUN!” Ahsoka ordered, but found herself and Arista cut off before they could follow those orders. Kato, Merrill and Minaeve managed to get to the door, and there they tried to hold position, Minaeve holding a barrier while the other two attacked the monsters. Arista tried doing the same for herself and Ahsoka, though it was hard to maintain it and attack.

Yet it seemed for every monster they cut down, two more would take its place. Eventually there grew to be so many, the clicking and hizzing was all that could be heard, and a sea of black separated the party. 

“Kato, go!” Ahsoka screamed over the horde. “Seal the doors and warn the clans, tell them to not send anyone else here!”

“Ahsoka-!” Kato called back, but Ahsoka screamed louder.

“GO!”

Merrill put a hand on Kato’s arm, and finally he relented he and Merrill backing up, Kato shooting the monsters while Merrill used her magic to grip the doors and pull them closed, the room growing darker as the light disappeared until all that remained was the strange, purplish glow of the mirror. 

“Think you can get that passage open?” Ahsoka asked. 

“I can try.” Arista let out another burst of magic that pushed the monsters back a few feet. “Hold them off?”

Ahsoka nodded and took a deep breath, then lunged into the fight. Her swords whirled around her in a dance of steel and gore, cutting down monsters and dodging their own return blows. As she fell more into the groove of the fight, she got faster and faster, where she could cut down several monsters before even one got a swipe at her. Those swipes she dodged, sometimes by a hair, but a miss was a miss, and the monster never got a second swing. A short wall of bodies was starting to form, but she never lost her footing. She was getting lost in the dance, and some distant part of her mind was saying it would be a story for the ages, if anyone were ever to learn of it. A elven knight sacrificing all to defend her lover and the world, taking out as many of these twisted foes as she could before her blades finally-

A grind of stone sounded behind her. “Got it! Come on!” A barrier pushed the monsters back a few paces and Arista’s hand touched the back of her shoulder. Ahsoka gave one last sweep of the monsters before turning and running after her lover down the passage way. 

However, the barrier was weaker than usual, and Ahsoka had not noticed the archers who had joined the first wave of monsters. Not until an arrow pierced her armor and into the back of her shoulder.

“AHH!” She gripped her shoulder, shoving Arista ahead when she paused. “We’ll worry about it later, for now run!”

The two ran for they didn’t know how long. The corridor was line with sconces of stone, glowing a pale blue, perhaps charged in the same manner as the mirror, or some other magic. Either way, it meant their flight was lit, and they managed to keep ahead of the horde. Every once in a while, there would be an ancient trap of some kind, always activated by the horde after their own passing, and right after a split in the corridor. A cross ways to the left and right, two sets of stairs going up or down. By unspoken decision, they always went right and up, hoping to find some doorway out. The traps slowed the horde down enough to give them some breathing room, but they would soon overwhelm it by sheer force, and Ahsoka could feel herself starting to fatigue, the exhaustion of fighting and the blood dripping from her shoulder causing her to slow. 

Finally, as they reached another junction, a giant pit trap behind them slowly filling with the bodies of the horde, she collapsed against the wall, barely keeping her feet under her. “‘Rista, go.”

“No, not without you.” Arista said, taking her hand, but Ahsoka pulled it back. 

“I’m not going to make it, I’ve lost too much blood. You at least have a chance to get out.” She raised her hand to caress Arista’s cheek, and Arista caught it.

“I’m not leaving you. Besides-” she smiled at her “-didn’t you once say you wished we would die together?”

Ahsoka couldn’t help the breathless laughter that left her at that. “Really? Now? Now you listen to me about that?” Still, Ahsoka pulled Arista close to her, burying her face in her hair as they sank to the floor. She wanted her last memory to be of her lover’s scent and the sound of her heartbeat, not the click-hiss-whoosh of the monsters and the smell of- burning bodies?

Arista screamed as a torrent of flame erupted out of the corridor they had just come down, almost drowning out the dying shrieks of the monsters as they were incinerated. The fire, heat, and smoke blocked the hall, and Ahsoka found herself growing more and more lightheaded. Black spots began dancing in her vision, and she started slumping in Arista’s hold, her lover’s calls for her to wake up becoming more and more distant. Right before the blackness overtook her, the fire finally dissipated, and she thought she saw the dragon she and Arista had met all those months ago, standing over the charred bodies and looking intensely worried about something.

[virlath]

environmental lore ~ Dirthamen and Falon’Din

Part 1 - origins and the four armed statues Part 2 - their alliances Part 3 - the origins of humans

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Part 1, origins and the four armed statues

Dirthamen and Falon’Din are two of the most mysterious and interesting elven gods to me, because a lot of foreshadowing and storytelling around them can be found in the game’s environmental design.

Dirthamen and Falon’Din are linked in Dalish legend as inseparable twin brothers. Scraps of elven stories from after the fall of Arlathan—transcribed into Tevinter and recently lent to our fair University—refer to them as “twin souls” but draw no family connection. The oldest stories never even name them directly, referring to Falon’Din as “Dirthamen’s shadow,” and Dirthamen as “Falon’Din’s reflection.”

The little we understand implies their bond was not romantic, beyond even the strongest friendship. The legends of Dirthamen and Falon’Din may have been an allegory for complex elven relationships we lack context to comprehend.

In DAO, Tamlen recognises a Falon’Din statue in the underground ruins leading to the tainted eluvian, describing it as the “friend of the dead”. 

The most interesting thing about this statue though is that Tamlen suggests the entire architectural style in the ruin is a combination of both human and elven design, meaning that at some point in time humans and elves likely lived together, worked together, and even worshipped the same elven gods.

This particular statue is further seen throughout many areas in Origins, most notably Wilhelm’s basement, the fade, the blood mage den in Denerim, and Vigil’s keep basement in Awakening.

The golden spear in Falon’Din’s hand is notable because it’s not often spears are mentioned or even used at all in DA.

Looking back at this golden spear actually reminds me this codex entry from DAI found at the Temple of Mythal:

Veilfire writing from a ruin in the Arbor Wilds; the script is so ancient it defies translation.

There are whispers from the Well of Sorrows. It's impossible to understand the entire text, but certain parts suddenly reveal a shadow of their original meaning.

"She shook the radiance of the stars, divided them into grains of light, then stored them in a shaft of gold. Andruil, blood and force, save us from the time this weapon is thrown. Your people pray to You. Spare us the moment we become Your sacrifice."

There is a brief image of an elaborate golden spear, glowing with unbearable heat. Then it fades.

According to the codex, Andruil indeed possessed a spear, at least according to the Song to Sylaise...but if she possessed this weapon of immense power why is she known for her bow everywhere else in the lore?

I theorise Falon’Din and Andruil were close allies once (I will elaborate more on this in a separate post) and the spear in Falon’Din’s hand was originally Andruil’s.

Knowing that Andruil became known as the goddess of sacrifice, and that Falon’Din began wars to amass more worshippers, the spear may have been crafted to solidify an aliiance between them, or Falon’Din may have obtained it from Andruil through more sinister means. All of this is wild speculation of course, but given that spears are not a common occurrence in DA I’m inclined to believe there is a link between the two.

The Falon’Din statue in DAO is also mirrored by a similar statue with fuller wings and four arms (above).

Given the fact these statues are so similar yet in many ways different, I believe the statue with four arms represents Falon’Din’s “twin”, Dirthamen, also known as the keeper of secrets. 

These winged statues together may even represent D+F as one being or the opposite sides of the same coin, simply because the sculptures seems akin to a diptych or paired artwork. 

Interestingly, the promo art for DA2 featured a tall, menacing monster in the deep roads which looks eerily similar to either one of these statues.

Creepier still is the fact that a modified version of the Falon’Din statue can be found at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. 

This is the only modified version of the statue in the game as far as I know so I feel like this must be significant, especially since we know for a fact Mythal was also venerated at this location based on the floor mosaic we see when fighting Corypheus. 

Note the slight smile and those teeth. And those eyes... 

 The modified face actually reminds me a lot of the spirit puzzle in the deep roads on the way to find the Anvil of the Void. Coincidence, given the fact Falon’Din was a master of the dark and featured wings of death? hmmm....

Dirthamen and Falon’Din’s separateness and togetherness may also be hinted at through the rather memorable feature of Dirthamen’s four arms which are echoed throughout all three games.

If you subscribe to the theory that Envy and Nightmare are Dirthamen’s twisted, leaderless ravens in DAI, one of Envy’s most prominent features are its four arms. And personally, I think it’s form looks strangely similar to a varterral, a creature crafted by Dirthamen himself.

The four arms are also seen in the buddha-like statues found in DA2 and DAI. The first of these statues are seen at Sundermount where Merrill & party slay Audacity.

The same statue is seen again at the Altar of Dumat in DA2′s Legacy DLC on the way to free Corypheus.  

The same idol is seen again in DAI at the Din’an Hanin or Knight’s Tomb in the Emerald Graves. 

This place was clearly of great significance as references to this statue are everywhere inside the tomb.

Busts of the head can be found on the walls....

..and they also line the inner sanctum paired with dragon statues depicting Mythal.

All of these sets indicate the statue and what it represents was significant to the ancient elves, particularly as it is also often associated to Mythal.

The same statue is also found in a cave in the Western Approach, called The Thing in the Dark.

This statue is oddly warm to the touch and shivers slightly, as though it might have a pulse.

Nearby the statue are elven artefacts and symbols commonly associated with death. 

Set elements in this cave include an elven stone tablet, lit candles, and these red, stacked rocks.

The red stacked rocks are never explained in DAI, but they are similar in form to an inuksuk, a stone landmark used by Inuits for navigation, as a point of reference, a marker for travel routes, fishing places, camps, hunting grounds, places of veneration, drift fences used in hunting, or to mark a food cache.

Interestingly, the word inuksuk means that which acts in the capacity of a human, or in other words, an imitation human. Which is rather creepy in this context. 

Was Falon’Din more spirit like, and Dirthamen bound to mortal flesh which is why they were sometimes unable to follow each other?

The stone tablets are also interesting because it is a symbol also often associated with death. Places it can be found include Unadin’s Grotto in the Exalted Plains, the Dead Hand, and also in front of that Fen’Harel statue in the Temple of Mythal.

While we’re on the topic of Fen’Harel, know where else we can find the creepy buddha-like face? At the elven ruins in Trespasser at the vallaslin removal mural.

In fact, the mural is lined with veilfire braziers, all of which have the same creepy bust behind it. Interestingly, there is only one bust that does not have a brazier in front of it, and that is the one closest to where you examine the mural. HMMMMM...

The swirls/circles on the statue also remind me of the circles we see on the sentinel elves’ armour.

Whether or not this is a design coincidence or link to Falon’Din is wildly speculative, however the fact that these overlapping circles echoes the symbolism found in elven artwork and sculpture makes me think it is somewhat significant.

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Part 1 - origins and the four armed statues Part 2 - their alliances Part 3 - the origins of humans

[potatowitch]

I'm sure everyone has their favourite mounts for their Inquisitor, but I also want to know what everyone's Warden and Hawke would ride, given the chance. Here are my protagonists' mounts:

Lavellan tends to switch between the darkest brown hart and the grey horse. The hart is named Finn and the horse is Poe. Could I have thought of more elven names? Sure. But I didn't. They're named after the best Star Wars boys.

Hawke would pick a red dracolisk. Whenever someone questions her about her decision she responds with "well, I think she's cute!" Her name is Whiskey but Hawke and Varric call her Princess. Merrill likes to make daisy chains to wrap around her horns.

Mahariel would pick a Red Hart because it complements her orange hair. They can be twinsies. His name is Tamlen. She outfits him with a Grey Warden saddle. He has munched on Alistair's hair on more than one occasion and has a very uneasy alliance with Barkspawn.

(pictures are from the fandom wiki)

[ihaveanimagine]

Rules and Fandoms List - Mobile Friendly

Updated: 2/3/20

RULES:

SFW only

No poly asks or love triangles (sorry I suck at those >.<)

All romantic ships are MaleXFemale (sorry), but platonic ships can be whatever

I apologize to anyone I may have offended by having this rule and if anyone wishes to block me or start an argument about it, I understand.

I only made this a rule because I do not want to misinterpret/mess up a ship out of fear I may accidentally offend someone without meaning to.

I can’t write things like depression, self-harm or mental illnesses very well but if you explain what you want in detail I can probably whip something up!

FANDOMS:

Castlevania (Netflix Series)

Adrien/Alucard Tepes

Trevor Belmont

Destiny 2:

Banshee-44

Cayde-6

Lord Shaxx

Saint-14

Dragon Age: Origins

Alistair Theirin

Tamlen

Zevran Arainai

Dragon Age 2

Arishok

Fenris

Sebastian Vael

Dragon Age: Inquisition (Will add more as soon as I’ve completed the game a few more times)

Iron Bull

Fantasy Creatures:

Orcs

Vampires

Werewolves

Harry Potter (Movies and Hogwarts Mystery)

Cedric Diggory

Draco Malfoy

Talbott Winger

Viktor Krum

Marvel (MCU)

Dr. Stephen Strange

Loki (AUs: Full Jotun, Mob)

Ninja Turtles (Every version)

Donatello

Leonardo

Michelangelo

Raphael

Star Wars: (basically all Clones, sorry-)

Bad Batch (Crosshair, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker)

Delta Squad (Boss, Fixer, Sev, and Scorch)

Echo

Fives

Gregor

Hardcase

Hevy

Jesse

Wolffe

Undertale (Characters: Sans, Papyrus, Gaster, and Oni)

Gaster!Sans and Gaster!Paps

Lamia/Nagatale

Mafiatale

MafiaFell

Star Wars: The Under Tale (about, character list)

SwapFell

Underfell

Underlust (SFW ONLY)

Underswap

Transformers (G1, Prime, RiD 2015, Rescue Bots, Beast Wars, Shattered Glass, Cyberverse)

Cheetor

Dreadwing

Heatwave

Megatron

Optimus Prime

Predaking

Smokescreen

Starscream

Thundercracker

Wheeljack

Warcraft (2016 Movie)

Blackhand

Durotan

Orgrim Doomhammer

[divinitions]

Fandom Tag!

I was tagged by: @silencebrulant​! Thank you for tagging me, you know I enjoy doing these to the end of my existence and back!

You have to choose 3 fandoms, answer the questions and tag 10 people

I tag : @enohlaalus​, @finasol​, @denythem​, @renverie, @cytaoplasm, @lustingoveranegg

Fandoms : Elder Scrolls / Dragon Age / Star Wars

The first character you loved : Martin Septim / Solas / Obi-Wan

The character you didn’t expect to love so much:  Jauffre, Lucien, Matthieu and Modryn / Anders / Anakin

The character you relate the most to: Astrid / Alistair / Anakin (OOO TRIPLE A)

The character you’d slap : Mankar Camoran / Loghain / Palpatine

Three favorite characters in order of preference : Sheogorath, Martin, Lucien / Solas, Anders, Cole  / Obi-Wan, Anakin, Jyn Erso

A character you loved at first but don’t anymore: AHAHAHAHA IDK

A character you did not like at first but you do now: Ulfric / Jowan and Loghain / Palpatine

Three OTPs: Martin x HoK (any OC), Vilkas x OC, Hadvar x OC / Solavellan, Tamlen x Mahariel, Cullen x Warden (requited/unrequited because suffering) / Obi-Wan x OC (for the suffering and angst) or Obi-Wan x Satine, Anidala, Hanleia

[splinteredglass]

@irrfahrer      (x)

The Cantina was at this hour of the evening busy with life- people stood so close that it was almost impossible to move, stark wetness ran from the transperisteel-scuttles and the air was thick from the smoke of burned Marcan Herb whichs violet smoke hung in the air like veils.

Between the tall people Ziv had to stretch out her elbows to carry the drinks over to the table where she had parked Tamlen with his broken foot set up on a low stool. It was as if she was swimming through the thick air and between knees like through thick water, trying her best to not be pushed over. Almost she was back to her chair, when there suddenly landed a big hand on her head, making the Tynnan promptly tense as if she had been hit. The big fingers ran through her soft fur, completely ignoring how she started to growl and holding to the drinks in her paws as if they were anchors to keep her calm:  “What adorable little thing you are-”, the stranger ummed happily, openly very drunk and probably thinking the Tynnan was the cantinas pub-cat. Ziv always hated to be touched without her permission, even as a child she had started to hiss and bite when one of her clan members would pick her up to help her walk and even now, years later, there was a growl when she snapped around. The cups in her paws chinked miserably. Tamlen was faster. “Back off!”,Tamlen said loud, “Kriff off!”, Ziv growled even louder from between gritted teeth, pelt bristled and ears put flat against her head even though she was not only directing her words against the stranger but also against Tamlen. The air in the cantina was so thick it felt as if it was better drinkable than breathable. Flinching back the STranger looked from one to the other and then in a sudden enlightenment that was pure survival instinct, decided to step far enough away for the Tynnan to stop snarling and turn from the stranger back to the other man, her razorsharp teeth bared as if she was an animal ready to forget barking and already ready to start biting: “What the kriff- do you think I can not look after myself or what? News -flask, Kriffer, but I am not as adorable and helpless as this guy is thinking I am, in fact I am more than capable to bite off some Kriffers fingers if he touches me without me wanting to or only if he is annoying enough like you are at the moment, so there is nothing you need to kriffing do, can you kriffing imagine.”

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Crowded indoor spaces always seemed to make Tamlen antsy— but it was only made worse since he was now out in the larger galaxy. The Dalish couldn't decide if it were due to the factor that he rarely ever was inside back in the Dales or if it stemmed from being out with people unknown to him. Either way, it had him tense— wired up as if ready to snap at the blink of an eye if something bad were to happen.

Again, he internally cursed Yvair for patting him on the head, offering to gift Ziv some of their own local plants not seen out in the larger galaxy (that was a fair trade off, Tamlen mused, but—) and then asking her to babysit Tamlen for the time being while Yvair hopped right back onto trying to find his sister's trail.

He was beginning to hate deciding to become a warrior. Maybe if he just stuck to a simple life of hunting, or took up Fejin's teachings better and made things—...

No, he wouldn't have been happy.

Tamlen's attention was quickly drawn back out when someone had decided to reach out and pet Ziv as if she were a cute baby nug instead of a sentient being. He figured well enough the Tynnan was capable of handling the situation on her own but between his training and his upbringing, Tamlen was quick to intervene before things could get ugly.

He was not expecting Ziv to turn around and snap at him, however. Blue hues blinking in momentary confusion before her words registered in his mind and he half bared his own fangs in annoyance.

"Just because you can defend yourself doesn't mean you should rely solely on yourself," Surprise flashed across the Dalish's face before Tamlen was glaring away from Ziv as a hand reaches up and rubs at his own face, "Fenedhis, now I sound like Fejin."

Silence floats for a moment, before Tamlen huffs out a sigh, eyes rolling more at himself than anything else. At least it meant he could figure where the woman was coming from with her snap, "Ir abelas..." Another pause, then a throat clear, "Sorry."

"I didn't intend to insult you."

[writing-ro]

Fictober 19-4: “I know you didn’t ask for this.”

@fictober-event //  Set in a Multi-fandom Fantasy AU where most if not all kinds of fantasy creatures exist alongside humans, though the two cultures stay fairly separate, with many humans being afraid or prejudice against creatures.

Rating: T Fandom: Star Wars, Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Arista Amara (OFC), Oren Revik (OMC),  Additional Tags: Magical blood powerups, Mentions of Merrill (Dragon Age), Sequel to Day 3, elf!Ahsoka, dragon!Oren, Oren is a bit of an ass, Ahsoka is a proto-tsundare, 

When Ahsoka woke, she saw a tent canopy above her head. One she knew well, after staring at it every night for the last two weeks. 

She tried to push herself up, but a soft hand on her chest stopped her. “Slowly,” Arista said. “You’ve been out for a whole day. Here.” She grabbed a bedroll and tucked it behind Ahsoka as she pushed herself into a half sitting position. Arista helped her sip a cup of water, and then about half a bowl of broth before she let Ahsoka push her arm away. 

“Merida and Tamlen, are they?...”

“Nearly die and your first question is about others.” Arista shook her head, first fondly, then sadly. “We’ve seen no trace of them. Merrill’s set wards around the mirror, so no one else can touch it. And she tuned it to their possessions, so if they show up, they should be able to get out without any more of those monsters following them.”

Ahsoka nodded. “Good.” She looked down at herself and saw she was in one of her training tunics, and she could see bandages wrapped around her chest through the opening of the collar. She remembered the arrow, and the horde on their heels, and then fire, then black. 

“How did we escape?”

Arista’s cheeks actually pinked a little. “First, you have to promise not to aggravate your injury by going after him.”

Ahsoka raised a brow. “Him?” She thought she remembered a man, but it could have been a hallucination, right?

“Promise first.” Arista raised a brow back, and adopted her “I am your healer and you will do what I say” face. Much like her “I really really really want to do this thing please” face, Ahsoka couldn’t go against it.

“Alright, I promise not to aggravate my injury. Who was it.”

Arista took a deep breath. “His name is Oren Revik. He was the dragon who spied on us a few months ago.”

Ahsoka blinked once, twice, then moved to toss the covers off her, only to be pressed back down by Arista. 

“No! You just promised you wouldn’t aggravate your injury.”

“I’m not going to. I’ll use my left hand to slap him in the face.”

“Oh really?” a man’s voice sounded from the tent flap and she looked past Arista to see the dragon standing there. He was wearing similar clothes to the night they had met, except his shirt was slightly scorched in some places, which told of the intensity of the flames he had to be in, since dragoncloth was renown for being nearly completely fireproof. “Is that anyway to treat the man who saved your life?”

“It’s the way to treat the man who spied on a private evening with me and my lover,” Ahsoka retorted. 

The dragon - Oren - scoffed. “Okay, but did you encounter an arachne pack on the way back to your village?”

Ahsoka’s shoulders slumped slightly. “Yes. It’s still not an excuse for being a pervert.”

Oren shrugged. “What can I say, I was bored, and you were providing such a lovely show.” He came in and knelt by Arista, his wings tucked as close to his back as possible. “Now, let me check your arm.” He reached for it, but Ahsoka snatched it away, biting her tongue to keep a hiss of pain from escaping. 

She looked down at it, and found a bandaged wrapped around it. She started to unwrap it, only for Arista’s hands to take over for her. On the underside of her arm was a long scar, from her wrist to halfway up her forearm. She did not recall getting injured there in the battle.

“How did this happen?”

“Well, you see, by the time I got to you-”

“Wait, how did you even know we were here in the first place?” Ahsoka asked. “Our clan hasn’t done trade with the dragons in centuries, and we certainly never contacted you.”

“Again, bored, so I decided to take a flight and see what I could find. Found you guys about five days ago and decided to hang around, see what you find. When I saw seven go in and three come out looking like they ran through a death course, I had to find out what happened. I gave your mages lyria potions and they managed to make a barrier strong enough to keep the ra’zac horde in and-”

“Ra’zac?”

“Merrill found an old reference,” Arista said. “They’re creatures of decay and blight, who were fought by the ancient elves of long ago. But she still can’t find out anything about the mirror. We don’t know if it was meant to trap them, or if they somehow corrupted it or what.”

“As I was saying,” Oren said with a slight drawl that he was getting irritated at the interruptions, “I hit them with firepower and burned all the ones in the room to ashes, then I saw them fleeing down the passageway you opened. I came up on their rear and burned as many as I could, though a lot disappeared down the side passages. When I reached you two, you had passed out in Arista’s arms, and were starting to turn grey. I carried you out and had your healer look you over.” He grimaced. 

Arista took over. “Turns out the Ra’zac coat their weapons in their own - not blood, but closest we can determine. It was thinning out your blood so it ran out faster, and then poisoning the rest as passed over. With how hard we were running, it was… bad. Possibly not even Marethari could have healed you and you’d be long dead before we got home to try.” 

“The only way to save you was to transfer blood compatible to your own that could burn out the poison.” Oren rolled up his sleeve and showed a similar cut on his own wrist, though the scar was much less obvious. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Ahsoka stared at the cut. “That can’t have worked. Dragonblood burns out almost everyone who tries to use it, even given freely.”

“Well you seem to fall in that gap between ‘almost’ and ‘everyone’,” Oren said. “It saved your life, and now you get a few little bonuses to go with it.”

Ahsoka clenched her fist. It was the reason a Dragonslayers’ Guild had existed a century ago, before the Dragon King destroyed their Hall and a Kings’ Conclave banned such a guild from forming again. For those few who could survive the ingestion of the blood, they were given special powers, based on the dragon who gave it. An old legend told of an elven sorceress who had been given the blood of the Dragon King and his Consort, and she became the most powerful sorceress in the world, with the ability to command very powerful fire and ice magics at the same time, and in some versions even sprout wings and fly. One version of the tale said she became the leader of a collation of clans and ruled as a Queen for years, until the Dragon King and his Consort asked her to marry them and took her to their mountain home. Another was that she grew corrupt on power, and attempted to subjugate the entire continent, only to lose in battle to the Demon King. The Dragon King and his Consort retrieved her body and took it to be laid to rest in some secret location, so none might try to use her body for evil. 

“So what effects am I likely to get?”

“Your body temperature is already starting to rise,” Oren said. “It will settle out in a few weeks to about halfway between your old standard and my own. Basically, you’ll constantly feel like you’re having a fever. On the plus side, you’ll never get those again, you’ll just burn the sickness out. But you’re also now susceptible to dragon sicknesses, though that’s no matter as long as you stay away from the mountains until you built up an immunity. You’ll have an affinity for fire magic now, so we’ll have to work with you on taming it. Advanced healing - well, advanced for your people. You can see in the dark much easier now, and possibly your vision spectrum will shift a bit. Maybe you’ll get physically stronger. That’s all I can think off the top of my head, I’ll write to Parthanax for a full list of possibilities. Of course, it’s gonna take a few weeks for these changes to happen, plenty of time to get me settled.”

“Settled?” Ahsoka’s brow went up again.

“Oh, right, we didn’t say it yet.” Oren grinned. “Since you need a teacher to help you handle your new dragon abilities, I’ll be going back with you.”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. “No. Absolutely not. I won’t be learning a thing from you.”

“Too late, already sent a message informing the King of my decision, and your mage sent a message to your clan leader last night.”

“Send another saying I refuse you and want another teacher, if I have to learn anything.” Her hands clenched the blankets. “I can get by, I always have.”

“Ahsoka!” Arista spoke for the first time in a while. She unwrapped Ahsoka’s hand from the blankets and and held it in hers. “I know you didn’t ask for this, but this is what happened. And even if Oren didn’t want to teach you, he’d have to. Dragon Law says that the dragon who caused the change has to train their charge for at least a half year before they can hand them off to anyone else.”

“Yup, helps teach us responsibility or something like that,” Oren said, then held up his hands in surrender when she shot her “Healer’s Look” at him. 

“So, please, don’t fight this.” She turned back to Ahsoka. “I know it’s not your first choice, but is it really that much of a price to pay?”

Ahsoka rolled it over in her head. Arista was right, Oren did save her and Arista’s lives, putting up with a pompous ass of a dragon would be adequate repayment of the debt. 

She shot Oren a glare. “If you spy on us again, I’m running you through, training or no training.”

Oren just smiled. “I’ve survived worse, fledgling.”