#warden wolfe

[kaliesuriens]

* In Prison *

Wolfe: Captain Cold is the leader, Heat Wave is the destructive power, trickster is the comic realif, Weather Wizard is the smart book worm, Golden Glider, well, she is the girl.

Wolfe: But, what you are?

Mirror Master (Evan): I'M SCOTISH!!!

( Inspired by that one power rangers meme, probably gonna draw that some day)

[longitudinalwaveme]

Warden Wolfe attempts to break Captain Cold.

Trigger warning for abuse.

[gorogues]

Question 2: What would an interaction between Captain Cold and Warden Wolfe look like (assuming both were being written roughly in the way that Geoff Johns depicted them)? Johns never had them interact, but I'm really curious what it would look like if he had.

It'd be one hell of a battle of wills, and Len wouldn't back down. Wolfe wouldn't either, and I'm afraid that he'd probably do a lot of damage to Len in the process -- likely killing him or coming close to it unless someone intervenes. I don't know whether a guard in Iron Heights would care enough to stop it, but somebody might. Most likely any intervention would come from McCulloch or possibly the Flash, if Wally happened to hear about it (maybe even from Evan tipping him off if he could see what was happening but unable to act himself).

It's possible that Wolfe would be satisfied with teaching Len some lessons and just moderately torturing him bit by bit over time, but I think he'd get really pissed by Len's defiance and things would get very bad even if Wolfe hadn't meant to go that far. He's a control freak and gets enraged by defiance or even people disagreeing with him, so I think it's for the best that they never met in the Johns era, as it'd get very ugly. It does however suggest a potential plotbunny of a major conflict between the Rogues and Wolfe + his loyalists..!

[nesquako]

Dragon age is more alive than ever and i want to share my wisdom in this matters

[felassan]

(๑•ᴗ•๑) if your Dragon Age elf OCs were elves that had manifested from being spirits rather than elves that had been born, what kind of spirit would they each have been?

[anikorsmthnidk]

thedas love extended version dai ost WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME- [EVAPORATES]

[lomakes]

the trials of being married to a ranger with his animal bffs and his shapeshifting sometimes-gf

[entitledgirly]

Let them talk - Cregan Stark x Reader

(A/N Sorry, English is not my first language.)

TW: Use of the f-word. // Nādrēsy means bastard in Valyrian.

It had not been a week since the young princess was in Winterfell and the rumors that followed her as a child in the Red Keep now also accompanied her moons away from there.

The gossip began as whispers behind closed doors, but those whispers became light conversation and no longer happened in the privacy but were discussed in the hallways as if they were about the weather.

The young woman did not care about the bitter words, they did not affect her too much, she knew that they were empty words (even if they were true) with hardly any evidence. But when those words began to be directed towards her little brothers all her animosity turned into rage. How dare they speak ill of the princes of Dragonstone around their damn older sister?

The worst part was the looks that the young woman received from the palace service, dirty looks full of judgment. But their comments and words towards her were nothing more than polite, although she could read between the lines and felt them loaded with venom. And she thought that vipers lived in Dorne and couldn't handle the northern cold well. Who would have thought there were northern vipers.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror of the room she had been given a week ago, when she arrived at Winterfell, she felt uneasy about the event she was about to attend. A feast in her honor. An honor that the gossips of the palace did not consider her to possess. She would have rejected the invitation had it not been for the fact that Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the fucking North, had asked her himself. She couldn't not go to the celebration after being invited by the supreme Lord of the North, and even less so when her mother needed his help and army in the upcoming war.

The maid who was combing her hair smiled at her through the reflection of the mirror. When she finished braiding the brunette's hair, she politely stepped away and extended her hand to help the young woman get up from the chair. Y/n gently accepted the help of the maiden, her being one of the few people who had expressed genuine kindness towards her. She had decided not to dress too extravagantly, not as she would have dressed at home, to maintain the austerity with which northerners seemed so comfortable. A dark purple with lilac accessories along the line of her cleavage that complemented her eyes, all accompanied by a cloak that had been given to her by Lord Stark himself when he saw that she did not have an appropriate one for the cold summer that existed in Winterfell.

Three soft knocks came from the door, the young woman knew it was Cregan because he had told her that he would accompany her to the dining room and thus begin the feast. She approached the door and opened it, meeting the tall, stoic figure of Cregan, who scanned her from head to toe in return. Her eyes remained longer than necessary on the skin that showed her neckline, she knew that perhaps it was not appropriate to wear a neckline so deep but it was one thing to give up her jewelry and quite another to give up her favorite part of the dresses. Besides, she wanted to test if the man was as stoic as he always seemed or if he had any weakness, and the young princess may not have found a weakness so to speak but she had found something that made the ice-man melt a little. They had known each other almost since they were both born and in all those years Y/n had never seen Cregan look at her like that. It made her nervous. Really nervous.

He offered his arm to the princess and she accepted it, threading it into the older man's. The conversation they shared while walking to the dining room was calm, no heavy topics or deals were discussed, they only talked about the weather and what there might be for dinner. Light conversation.

Once they arrived at the dining room, they were both announced and after greeting some people who were still standing, everyone proceeded to sit down as dinner was going to be served shortly.

Dinner went well, not that she liked Northern food too much, with meats full of nerve and hard or too gelatinous parts, but she opted for the fish dish (from a winter river) that a servant offered her. During the feast, topics of revelry were discussed because the festivals of a fairly important town in the north were approaching, with less than a moon left for its celebration, and the Lord of those lands asked Cregan for his blessing for the celebration. Cregan accepted and the songs that followed were received with less joy, at least from the princess. The issue of legitimacy was brought to the table and with it, the honor of a pure house, with a worthy bloodline. The young woman felt many, if not all, eyes on her.

Now, she thought, not only the service thinks badly of me and my family but also the upper and noble class.

She decided to only pay attention to her dinner and let the rest of the guests have whatever conversations they wanted while she was on the sidelines. But, evidently, it was too much to ask for a quiet and peaceful dinner.

"And you, Princess, what do you think of illegitimacy?" the Lord of Rills asked with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile.

The brunette gently placed her fork on her plate and with a polite smile responded, "Everyone in their home is free to do what they want as long as it does not affect the interests and common good of the rest."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Of course, My Lord, who could not think that, it is the most fair thing. You cannot always decide how things turn out, much less such gruesome issues, everyone is responsible for their actions and only their actions while the rest of us must be witnesses but not judges. We must never judge.” If she were alone she would have patted herself on the back for that answer.

"Do you think that people in high positions, like us or even more important royalty, can commit such sins?" The man asked her again after taking a sip from his glass.

"I wouldn't call it a sin, it's more of a… mistake. We all make mistakes, we can all make mistakes, we all have made mistakes and we all will make mistakes,” she felt how little by little her patience was running out, but with a somewhat harsh breath she continued her response, "Sometimes we are not able to control the wind and we must learn to live in the storm, My Lord, it does not matter if you are a noble, a king or a peasant"

"Is that what your mother told you, princess? What a fucking joke." the man laughed

“Excuse me?”

“Your mother was the first to make mistakes, marry a faggot and sleep with that— that gentleman, what was his name again? Hedwin Song?" The Lord commented while laughing

Y/n clenched her jaw and swallowed hard at that shameless mockery.

“Harwin Strong. His name was Harwin Strong, I would ask you to be a little more respectful with the dead." The brunette's voice was about to break.

“With your dead father you mean” The princess' eyes widened and her jaw almost touched the ground. At her side Cregan had a very similar reaction, but it was quickly overcome by anger. “Your mather is a whore who bedded that joke of a man and had not only one but four kids— That we know of, of course! And she pretends to have them all on the line to the throne!”

“You know you're talking to one of her children? One of the children of the true queen and heir to the damned iron throne.” Y/n felt her teeth grinding from clenching them.

“Just a bastard” he laughed at her

Cregan went to get up but Y/n put a hand on the man's, urging him to sit down again. She got up from her seat and stood right in front of her chair.

“Perhaps you, My Lord, are right and I am nothing more than a bastard, but still Targaryen blood runs through my veins and I was raised under the manners and customs of the Velaryon, therefore, I will forgive your rude words, which in another time they would have been punished with your own blood. Today I feel generous. A generous bastard.” she said from her elevated position above that of the man in front of her who was looking at her with a shit-eating smile.

"Indeed, princess, you are very generous, just as we have all been with your mother and her adventures."

Y/n grabbed her own cup and, elegantly raising it, decided to say a few last words, "Let me toast for you, My Lord." he nodded still with that ugly smile on his fucking face “I think your sincerity should be rewarded with something that I think is very Targaryen." She waited for everyone in the room to think what could the gift be. "I will send a dragon to your lands and you will see all the bastards who live in your lands burn, although perhaps you should be careful that my dragon does not burn your heir or you will have to put one of your illegitimate children in charge and no one would want that, right?" The man stopped smiling and looked askance at his wife, sitting next to him, who was frowning suspiciously.

“What are you even talking about, fucking bastard?” The man shouted, getting up from his place and facing her, but even with that he wasn’t taller than the princess.

“Oh, you didn’t tell her? You didn’t tell her how the Lord of Rills had an affair with a whore from King’s Landing 7 years ago and had a little boy?” Y/n was not a fan of gossip, but as a royal negotiator she knew that it was sometimes crucial to her dealings. The man stiffened and his jaw almost hit the floor.

“You fucking—“

“And you know other thing, My Lord?” she smiled and lowered her cup “My favorite word is dracarys,” she whispered that last part, “and I’d love to use it near you so you’d burn for all your sins” She drank the entire content of the cup, placed it on the table and left the dining room in an elegant manner, without looking back.

Later that night, while she was keeping Nādrēsy company, Cregan appeared. Y/n did not turn to greet him, she only said "Hello, My Lord."

“What you did before—“ he started but she cut him before he could finish his sentence

“—It was a mistake, yes, and I am deeply sorry but I couldn’t just sit there and wait until him decided to stop insulting my family”

“I know, I came to say that I’m impressed” cregan solemnly admitted

“What?” The young woman turned to look at him, only to find that he was a very short distance away from her.

“One day you will be the best Queen the Seven Kingdoms will have”

“I am not even in line for the throne at the moment, M’Lord”

“I’ll help you kill that fucking usurper” he said

“Wait— Wh—“ she smiled and opened her eyes with glee “That means you’ll help my mother?” she asked excitedly

“Yes, princess, I will help your mother take what it’s hers” Y/n couldn't help herself and hugged Cregan, taking them both by surprise, so she quickly separated. “If I had known you’d have done that in return I would have agreed much sooner"

“Thank you, My lord, thank you, thank you. Mother will be overjoyed the moment she knows of this!”

“Although she can wait to find out, it is late, Princess, you should retire and rest until the morrow, and then send a letter to Her Majesty." Cregan said

“You are right, M’lord”

"I will walk you to your room, My Princess."

"It will be a pleasure…Cregan"

[theresa-draws]

ar ghilas vir banal

tel'banal arama, vir shiral ma lasa... bellanaris

[alienturnipp]

Shaesa Tabris for @wolfs-dawn 🩸

[bluebellowl]

Made this shortly after watching Puss in Boots

OBSERVE: a good boi

….. oh yeah! Now I remember! I made this because I looked up the name Ingo and it’s very old Germanic for wolf

I know so many people with that name, and now I have to suppress a grin every time one of them gets mentioned

[emthimofnight]

oooooooo do you have any interactions of jasper and warden or any headcannons of their relationship and does knuckles or rogue like him what about jade (sorry for being nosy just really interested)

OMG YOU AREN'T BEING NOSY AT ALL!!! 🥺❤️ It makes me so happy that people are interested in my silly little AU!

Warden finds Jasper to be exhausting, honestly. Can you imagine trying to collect a bounty on someone, and they won't stop hitting on you the whole time?? He drives him crazy. 😂 He would have decided the bounty wasn't worth it a long time ago if it hadn't become a matter of pride at this point. Jasper doesn't mind being chased around by a big handsome wolf, he finds it entertaining, if anything.

As for his parents? Rouge thinks it's cute. 😆 Baby's first wanted poster!! Knuckles is less enthusiastic, he wishes Jasper wouldn't cause so much trouble, and he worries about him getting hurt. Jade doesn't really care either way, she's happy to see her brother having fun! However, if she saw Warden actually trying to hurt her brother he would have her to deal with. Eggman has found out she is not the pacifist he originally thought her to be when he tried to use Jasper as a hostage in the past!

(forgive my messy sketches)

[gorogues]

Spoilers for Knight Terrors: The Flash #1!

As you may guessed, this is a horror-themed event going on throughout the DC line this summer. Kid Wally is dying after an attack by Grodd, caused by some mysterious contagion in the Speed Force (probably the same evil that's causing the Knight Terrors), and time is collapsing in on itself, which is why Warden Wolfe is around during Wally's youth.

Anyway, James and some other inmates have cut off their eyelids because they're being driven insane by the evil, and that probably tells you the general vibe of this story.

[postnuclearwar]

For any of you Solavellan and/or Solas/Mythal fans looking to replay Origins, might I recommend doing a male!cityelf!rogue!warden who romances Morrigan?

In the city elf origin, assuming you free the elven slave, you are rewarded with the Fang, a dagger passed down in your family with the following description:

Gotta love the cyclical nature this gives the overarching story.

[felassan]

Now in the BioWare Gear Store:

Heroes of Thedas art print set

"A tribute to your story as The Warden, Hawke, The Inquisitor and Rook From facing the horrors on the Deep Roads to discovering frightful secrets beyond the Veil, players have been shaping the fate of Thedas across four Dragon Age games. The Dragon Age Heroes of Thedas Art Print Set pays tribute to this journey. Each piece is dedicated to one player character and their story: The Warden Inspired by the opening cinematic for Dragon Age: Origins, this artwork is a tribute to where it all began: in the darkness of the Fifth Blight.  Hawke A love letter to Kirkwall and its icons, this print pays homage to the City of Chains and the legends that arose from it.  The Inquisitor A vision in green that hints at the story of demons pouring from the sky—and the heroes that put an end to the terror they brought forth. Rook This artwork is a glimpse of the story of Rook and the Veilguard, Thedas’s newest heroes, who defied the gods and saved a battered world." [source]

You can get 20% off in the BioWare Gear Store until March 21st using my discount code BWROOKIE. After that date check back here for a new code. alternatively, you can use my tracking link.

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[nerd-elf]

This took me a while, because I kept swapping Sera and Viviane. Anyway, thoughts?