Sinedra's Snippets

that's insane, I know we all know Meredith is insane but that's fucking crazy. there is no well-intentioned justification for that. when Cullen Rutherford arrives in Kirkwall he's a scared and angry 20 year old with ptsd and everyone he's ever known is back on the other side of the waking sea. his transfer to Kirkwall is either a punishment or the order writing him off bc they have no idea what else to do. send him to Kirkwall and it sorts itself out, he'll either burnout or. well.

it's so insidious on her part! it's so isolating for him! he is NOT prepared for any of that. he's still young and inexperienced, and barely surviving the worst case scenario at Kinloch actually doesn't make him qualified to be Knight-Captain anywhere, nevermind THEE MOST EVIL CITY IN THEDAS. even ignoring the fact that they're in Kirkwall (difficult, I know) that new position comes with a ton of work and responsibility and stress. and also you see how this move would isolate him even from other templars, yeah? like a bunch of the more experienced templars, those who have been in Kirkwall longer, are gonna resent him on principle. anybody who doesn't is likely gonna resent him for his proximity to their shitty boss

I painted Sadira a lot in the top 5 fav AUs of her.

Middle one is her original Hawksong version, then from the top left is Arcane, then Mass Effect, RDO, and then Sadira as Aphrodite. They all have different styles and lighting.

Sneaky peak at a comm collage I am doing for @sinedra of her Sadira, whom I affectionately call a horny honey badger.

Finished the commission I had with @1eona for her Scarlette Hawke!

I loved doing this and Ms. Scarlette helped me heal a little bit. Thank you for the support!

Second part of 5 of OCs as Olympians. Sadira as Persephone and Ulyesses as Hades.

Sadira belongs to @sinedras-snippets

Ulyesses is mine.

Here she is, my OC, Vee the little pickpocket who I torture lol

Yes, she is the bastard baby of Tobias Kiramann, before he got married to Cassandra and had Caitlyn. No, she and Caitlyn have not met, but I have thought about writing about it.

Vee really likes chireans...*coughs* Scar *cough* and @notes28 boy Glitch.

Willow Maid

For anyone interested we have:

Arkus - orc barbarian

Falsin - half elven cleric

Nuala - a fae (homebrew) bard

Calen - a npc god of gambling

Pairing: Scar x Piltie gn!Reader

Warnings: nothing, just fluff this time. This time... Oh I guess, adult language and death

You came to help, but you stayed because you found the family you always wanted.

A/N: I don't do this often, but there is a criminal lack of content for this character, and I have seen at least 3 posts pleading for Scar x Reader. I will make this as gender neutral as I can, so if I make a mistake, please let me know and I will fix it, ok? Also, is Scar Chirean or vastaya? I have seen both said and all I know is through the show Arcane. And is Scar the father of that baby we saw him with or was that a sibling??? I have questions!!!

///Present///

You sniffed, sighing. This time of year, the tree bloomed, and it always made your nose run like crazy. Looking at your side, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that the toddler in your arm was still sleeping. Her ear twitched when you sniffled again, but still she stayed asleep. Tal was a better sleeper than most of the children, but with her Chirean ears, she had the better hearing.

Sighing again, you watched the window of the hut. Usually, Tal's father was back by now, but he was late and that was very unlike him. Your friend was never late.

\\\Flashback///

When you were 15, you decided to rebel against your family and their standards and snuck into Zaun to see what everyone had said. Instead of the bright flashing lights, the danger and excitement, you found people who needed help. Children laying in the streets, parentless and hungry, scared. The illusion that these people were crazy criminals faded away and you couldn't believe the council would turn their backs on their own people. After that night, you couldn't be blind, like the rest of Piltover. You couldn't wipe the sight of the dying children in the street and those who suffered from shimmer addiction, or their bodies being so twisted they no longer looked like themselves. So, you didn't and when you turned 17, you petitioned to go into medical schooling. You couldn't be a doctor, not with your grades, but you could learn and had access to all the information you could get your hands on. Your family thought it was admirable you were going into the medical field, though they had no idea your intentions. Once your graduation was over, during the party your parents hosted, you left from your window with as much as you could carry and with the money you had been given. Maybe you could buy enough medicine...

You didn't last a night without being noticed. The clean clothes and hair, the way you were asking where to buy medicine, it made you a sitting duck. Of course, you caught the attention of some sleezy bastard with a switch blade and the only thing you could do was run. You had never been down the cistern before, but you ended up cornered in a dead end.

"Come on now, I'm tired of chasing sweet thing." His yellow teeth almost glowed in the low light.

It was so terrifying to be cornered and so vulnerable. How could you be so stupid?

As the scum moved closer, you could hear something down the tunnel behind him and then a bright green light whirling towards them. You gasped and ducked down, covering your head as the lights sped up and the whirling sounds got louder. The scum seemed scared as soon as he turned around and noticed the green lights. "Fuck!" He shouted, turning his blade towards the figures on boards coming from the dark. "Firelights!"

You looked up to see the masks and the trails of the green lights. There were 4 of them at least and they all stopped, standing there silently, the masks almost terrifying you to your core. The tallest one had large bat like ears and the mask looked like a skeletal dog. If you were scared before, now you were sure you were going to die.

Before you could blink, the tall figure rushed forward and hit the scum right in the chin and you were sure you heard something crack. The scum stumbled and it gave the bat eared figure time to hit him again and blood spurted out of the scum's mouth and by your feet, making him stumble before he fell flat on his face, obviously knocked out.

The masked bat eared figure stepped over him and the metal clawed hand extended towards you. Afraid, you looked up at the mask with wide eyes and then the extended hand. They had helped you...then, were they safe? You reached up and took the hand, which helped you up, the head tilting as you were sure they were looking at you. With a growl, the figure turned and lumbered away, back to the group of other masked figures. An owl, a bird...maybe a monkey? You were not sure what they were supposed to be. Standing on shaking legs, you watched as they turned from you and the breath caught in your throat.

"Wait!" You cried out.

The one with a hood on and the owl mask looked back, the others stopping and looking at you. Licking your lips, your heart pounding, you held your chin a bit higher. "Where can I buy medicine down here?"

They looked at one another, as if silently communicating with each other. The hooded owl stepped forward. "Why?" The distorted voice asked.

Your hands tightened around the strap of your pack, mouth dry. "I...I came to help the kids down here. I need medicine to help them, and I don't know my way down here."

The others seemed to piece together that you were from Piltover and the feeling turned a bit more hostile, especially from the lumbering bat eared one.

"You want medicine...to help kids?" The leader, you assumed, asked.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. "Yeah. I want just want to help. Any way I can."

\\\A year later///

Ekko was their 'leader', but that was a loose term. There was no leader, just a community trying to improve the lives of those in the fissures. Once they heard your story, Ekko reluctantly gave you a chance and the only reason you were getting it was because he could tell you were sincere, especially when you handed over all the money on your person. The big lumbering figure you had beat up the scum was actually a Chirean name Scar, and while you had never seen one in person before and he didn't talk too much, it seemed you patched him up the most.

It took a long time for most of them to trust you, but you proved yourself over and over again and you kept your word to help anyway you could. Sometimes you gave more than you ever would get back, but it was worth it.

What really proved you were telling the truth was when they brought you a dying boy. They had found him after he had fallen off a roof, trying to run from enforcers. There was no saving him, but Ekko brought him to you to see if there was even a chance. According to him, if anyone could help the boy, you could.

But you couldn't.

It broke your heart as his little chest shook in pain with each breath, the tears streaking down his little freckled face, the dark curls on his head matted with blood. Ekko and Scar watched as you filled a syringe with pain medicine with shaking hands and tears streaming down your face, trying to find a better way to give the boy a more comfortable way to pass on. With a shaky breath, you gave the boy the medicine and watched as the pained look on his face eased a bit, but he still looked so scared and alone.

Leaning down, you took a wet rage and gently cleaned his face. "It's okay, you're safe, you won't hurt anymore." Your own tears flowed but that didn't seem to up the boy, instead it was more comforting that someone cared. "You were so strong; you can rest now." You reassured him to just let go, stroking his curls from his forehead. It was all he needed and with a shaky, but relieved breath, the light left his eyes and the sounds of pained, wet breathing stopped. With a sob, you rested your forehead on his small chest, whispering an apology. You came to save them, to help, and you couldn't save this poor little boy.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked to see Ekko looking at you with a hard expression, but it softened when he saw the tears were real. "Sometimes helping is just being a kind face at the end."

///Weeks later///

You couldn't sleep and you could barely eat without the guilt just wreaking you. One of the other Firelights, a Chirean girl your age named Jaz, began to hover around you. Like Scar, she didn't speak much, but when she did, it was always one syllable words or short sentences.

She dropped a bowl of porridge in front of you, the others sitting around and eating. You could see Scar and Ekko watching from their spots, wondering if she could get you to finally come out of your funk.

"Eat." Her gravelly voice commanded you.

One look at the bowl and you felt your stomach knot, making you push it away. "Not hungry."

You heard a grunt and footsteps, seeing her move to the other side of the table, pushing it forward. "Eat." Jaz sat more forcefully as she sat down, lime green eyes watching you.

She wouldn't quit, you knew, but you just couldn't bring yourself to eat right now. "I can't."

"Why?" Her voice cut you a bit. Her and Scar had that effect. When they spoke, it meant business.

Running your hands over your hair, you sighed. "I failed." You said as you watched some firelights circle above the tables around them.

"How?"

You gave her a look, confused on how she had not heard. "That boy- he died, and I couldn't do anything to help him. Just lie and tell him it was all okay."

Her face softened and you saw her look over at the table Scar and Ekko sat at, humming. "You did not fail." She said, looking back at you.

You threw your hands up. "How? How did I not fail? They brought him to me to save him and I couldn't!"

A clawed hand reached forward and took one of yours, holding it as she looked at you. "You can't save them all. Not possible."

'Sometimes helping is being a kind face at the end.' You could hear the words Ekko said to you after the little boy died. They had fallen on crestfallen ears then but now it sunk in a bit. Still, it didn't ease the guilt. "No, but-"

"You're no good hungry and tired. Can't save people when you are half dead." Jaz let go of your hand and stood up. You watched her go to the table with Scar and Ekko, placing a kiss on Scar's temple before walking towards the stairs going up the tree.

Your lips pressed together, even more guilt filled you. She was right. You weren't useful if you couldn't do your job, the one you went to school for, stayed up all those nights to study and pass grueling tests. You were failing yourself now. With frustrated tears, you pulled the bowl towards you, and you forced yourself to eat. You couldn't save them all but you sure as hell could try.

Oh. My. God.

Yennefer of Vengerberg, finally done. Having a well deserved glass of wine, or four.

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but i love this child

i would die for this child