#da verse

So, after doing some cooking and brainstorming and all that jazz, here is some more info on Kekipi's new DA/BG3 verse so far

Kekipi was one of the first elves, so her body is made of lyrium (sorry titans)

She is a shapeshifting mage, a skill she was able to master in order to turn into a werewolf-esque creature among other animals (mainly a wolf and horse).

Like Ghilan'nain and her Halla, Kekipi was able to create the first horses and wolves. Her horse, Lüziver, was one made of lyrium and has been by her side since her body's manifestation. He’s ultimately sired majority of the Dalish and Dwarven stock.

She would be offered a place amongst other Evanuris, but instead, she assists Solas in the rebellion, providing her horses and teaching other mages how to shift. She helps Solas in the magic to allow him to shift into the Dread Wolf.

While leading her group into the next battle, they're crushed by a titan, and she is thought of as dead. She is deemed as a forgotten one, but she’s injured and misplaced. She's ultimately nursed back to health by wolves and dwarves who have not sought refuge underground yet.

After being healed underground and seeing what the elves have not only done to their own people but to the dwarves and seeing that her own body is at the cost of one of their titans, she vows to help them in any shape or form. This would involve supplying the dwarves with horses for their work within the underground and their travels as well as wanting to get their truth out.

In solidarity with the dwarves, she marks herself with a face tattoo of her (technically a vallaslin) and mythology thus surrounds her with the dwarves due to her contribution.

She and Hope are fairly chill with each other; they get along a little too well. Cole, being the only one that knows, has commented on it to her before, curious to know how they did it. Jalon just answered that they're generally of the same mind and have no reason to quarrel.

She gets frequent headaches from Hope struggling with how emotional Jalon is now that she's no longer Tranquil. This has led to days where Jalon was bedridden from it. Her emotions have a physical effect on Hope, which turns to having an effect on her, and it loops until she's in misery.

Hope is Hope, but Hope also struggles with the suffering of the injured and dying soldiers. Jalon tries to stay positive to offset the doom and gloom so Hope isn't corrupted by it. Neither of them know what Hope would become if turned into a demon. They don't want to find out.

Haven's/Skyhold's cats don't like her, similar to how they react to Cole. This is disappointing because she loves cats and misses the one she had as a child.

While Peggy might have tried to keep James from Steve, when he got custody of him, he never kept James from Peggy, but Peggy didn't always ask either. She was living her new life in England. She did reconnect with Steve when James went MIA, but Marta was the woman that was his mom. Peggy was invited to the wedding.

My Handsome Boy

Summary: James, Iris, and Posie meet Peggy

Pairings: James Rogers X Iris Drysdale

Rating: angst

Warnings: meeting a parent for the first time in over 20 years, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 623

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Iris Drysdale Masterlist

omfg yes i love it so so so much! 

She’s got her bottom lip between her teeth, concentrating on copying Xaviers form. Xavier is perched on a wide window sill, legs spread wide, admiring the way she works. While he loves to model for her, he is probably her most fidgety boy. Duncan and Michael are a lot better at staying still for her, but she loves him nonetheless. 

The other boys would peek in every so often. Jim, always the thoughtful little bean, brings them their favorite coffee/tea. When Michael pops in, he showers Y/N in praises over her rendering of Xavier. 

OMG and yes.

Cold winter evening with a view of the piling snow outside the sunroom are spent with animated conversations on moral philosophy. I think when discussing philosophy, Michael is the most invested. (I also love picturing Hawthorne!Michael for this verse, but wouldn’t have a hard time imagining Outpost!Michael as well.) He’d cite his sources so quickly, pulling out book after book from the bookshelf to prove his point to them. 

Duncan is always the first to challenge him (mostly because he loves just how riled up Michael can get over it.) 

They stay up into the late midnight hours going back and forth on different thoughts. 

Nyx was born and raised in Redcliffe. He’s always loved dogs, so growing up he begged his parents for a dog. They refused for several years, but when Selena was old enough to join in on the begging they agreed to get a mabari puppy, as a full grown mabari would likely trample four year old Selena. Despite this, the dog grew faster than she did and in a year was nearly fully grown. Nyx would often times hold onto Selena and let her ride on the back of the mabari as if it were a horse. Their mother of course fussed at him, saying Selena would get hurt, but that never stopped him.

When Nyx was twelve his life took a, rather drastic, turn for the worse. Monsters started coming down from the castle, destroying the village and killing anyone they came across. Nyx’s father joined the fight, trying to defend the village. Finally when the Grey Wardens came and fought along side them, they were triumphant. Despite the overall triumph, Nyx’s father was fatally wounded in the battle.

After this Nyx started training to fight with his childhood friend Libertus. He wouldn’t let anything hurt his family again. In the aftermath of the battle he found one of his father’s kukris. The blacksmith, Owen, made a second blade for him. Before the wardens left one of them gave him a few pointers. His mother scolded him at first, as he would commonly come home hurt, but she understood he wasn’t doing it for fun. No mother wants to see their child grow up, but knowing he was learning to protect her and Selena was a small comfort. Having a war hound in the house didn’t hurt her feelings either.

The older he got the more he trained, then eventually getting a job at the tavern alongside Libertus. His mother had done what she could to support them, but it was hard. When he was nineteen a war broke out in Kirkwall. It spread south, nearly ripping Redcliffe apart. The fighting made leaving the city dangerous, and it only grew worse when the rift opened in the sky, allowing demons into their world. His home was near the wall, but still outside of the real limits of Redcliffe’s village. This left them open to attack, and that is exactly what happened. The Inquisitor saved him and his mother, but not until after Nyx had watched his sister be killed by shades. Nyx felt indebted to the Inquisitor and signed up with the inquisition.

@quiisquiliae

She had her doubts about this one, especially as she sized up the tavern she'd just come to a stop at. It wasn’t exactly the sort of place diplomatic leaders went, though Rynn had never intended to be a diplomat - she’d have been content to spend her days as a noble runaway turned blade for hire. But here she was, quirking her eyebrow at Leliana to see if this was really where they were supposed to be. 

When she’d earlier asked the Spymaster about why they needed another assassin considering that she, herself was one, Leliana had pointed out that you couldn’t exactly have the Inquisitor herself killing lords in their beds if the need arose. And new allies always helped. Begrudgingly, Rynn had accepted the answer and they’d made their way here. There was no reason to linger outside any longer, it was time to meet the new recruit. 

The moment the door opened, the Inquisitor ducked, grabbing Leliana by the arm to do the same - half a second later a crash was heard behind them as a bottle shattered against the wall and feel to the ground. Slowly raising to stand again, Rynn’s brow furrowed. Immediately emerald eyes fell upon the source - a bar fight. And one of the participants looked a lot like the man that had been described to her.

“Leliana is that -”

“I’m afraid it is Inquisitor. Perhaps we should -” Her sentence was cut off, Rynn was already stalking across the bar, the human embodiment of exasperation. The spymaster briefly considered following her, but decided that watching might be a bit more fun. 

The redhead walked across the bar in purposeful stride, drawing a few looks considering that she was the only person moving closer to the fight. Soon she was standing beside the two men. After a huff, Rynn intervened.

One hand grabbed the potential recruit by the collar, literally yanking him out of the tussle as the other was held up into the air, letting his adversary know to just stay out of it. She stalked a few feet away, brunette assassin in tow before turning to face him and setting that burning green gaze upon him.

“Why don’t you do something useful with that need to fight? I’ll pay you for it.” It was a simple statement, direct, meant to get her point across quickly and cut through whatever adrenaline my have been coursing through his veins. 

“I wouldn’t say second rate - I almost didn’t feel you get into my pockets.” She smiles at the voice, “If you could kindly return my money that would be appreciated.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was giving you money?”

Mainly takes place during the events of Inquisition.

Carl has one (1) arm. He lost it during the events of Dragon Age Origins, mainly, the Broken Circle mission.

He was a Templar.