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Theon and Wex!

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Minecraft OC. Name's Wex
Davos is headed to Skagos to find Rickon and will likely land with him. The party will include Osha who is currently Rickon’s mother figure and having experience raising seven sons, Davos who may be the father figure Rickon needs and Wex playing a more brotherly role.
The found family of the Southron Davos, the wildling Osha, the Ironborn Wex Pyke and the Northerner Rickon Stark effectively embody the situation of the North. Every group in the North right now is represented and united around the direwolf both figuratively and literally in the form of Rickon and Shaggydog in the face of threats like the Boltons and their Lannister backers and later, the Long Night.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.
A yuan first day of school!
Wei ying didn't take It really well :')
Jinto and Wex sneaking out, playing Sheppard vs Wraith. Fucking adorable.

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My dark urge, Wex, is a wood elf, and I've wondered if he's bumped into another murderer with memory issues during his centuries stalking Baldur's Gate. They would've hung around the same circles more or less. Trawling lower city brothels, slums, and parties for faces that wouldn't be missed too much but would still satisfy their respective needs. Inevitably, I think they'd set their sights on the same warm body a few times. Some unfortunate soul would sit between them thinking they're the luckiest person in Faerûn having two pretty elves fight over which one gets to "take them home."
They know what the other is, to an extent. Predators may recognize eachother, but they don’t quite respect one another. Astarion believes him to be a dime a dozen murderer, while Wex sneers at him for being a mere spawn powerless to even savor the warm bodies he plucks off the streets.
Sometimes when Wex "wins" he makes sure to butcher the wretch close enough to the tavern that the spawn might smell it. Torturing him with what he can’t have.
He doesn't need to, of course. So much blood has soaked into the wood elf's skin that Astarion has to dab rosemary oil under his nose to keep himself steady whenever he’s unlucky enough to be in the same room.
They only cross paths a handful of times over the centuries, but on their last few meetings Astarion considered forgoing his hunt and leaving with the woof elf. He knows he’ll kill him. His mangled corpse will be left in an alleyway for the morning sun to dust away, but it would be over.
He’d be destroyed by someone who has some semblance of understanding of who he is. It’ll be at the hands of the closest thing he has to a friend in this nightmare.
The thoughts dissolve under Cazador’s lash almost as quickly as they form, and over the next half century almost all memory of the wood elf is scarred over. Until one impossible and sunny day he meets someone that feels so torturously familiar but doesn’t seem to recognize him at all
haha how are you so fucking short
Chapter 1
"Exactly ten thousand years ago a young elf committed a crime so heinous that it was never entered into the public records of the second realm. He was banished into earth, away from the magical world that birthed him."
"Some say he experimented with dark magic to create 'the macabre', a mysterious manmade plant that drains the magic from the surrounding area and when eaten, it makes the victim's worst nightmares true."
"Others say he made a love potion to seduce the king, but he used black magic and drove the king insane."
"Whatever the case may truly be, all that is known for sure is that he was directly connected to the maddening and subsequent death of the king."
"He returnes today Yanga, can you believe that?" Wex exclaimed, her short brown hair bobbing as she finished reading the old script.
"I better do," Yanga's words were slurred as usual, their long pink hair matted and stuck to their sweaty face, the bags under their eyes make them look a decade older than what they are.
Wex sighed and looked at her partner, they are still dressed in their nightgown which has (intentionally) fallen off their shoulder, but their plan was foiled as Wex's eyes were drawn to the long cigarette nestled between Yanga's index and middle finger.
"Are you really going to go to the welcoming high?"
Yanga laughed, it was a forced one just like all other. "Come on starling~ Do you really want me to be around the royal guard while sober?"
Wex opened her mouth to answer but the words died at her lips as the memory of the last time that happened returned to her. They were both younger, around 170 to be exact, and they were visiting Wex's family to get their minds off of the upcoming seasonal exams.
They were stopped by a member of the royal guard who immediately recognised Yanga because of their bright blue eyes paired with their dark raven hair.
Even an elf's incredible memory can't help when trauma is involved, as neither of them remember exactly what happened that day other than Yaga being taken to the hospital and later put on trail.
Apparently they had verbally attacked the guard at one point and he responded by shooting an unarmed civilian. Thankfully jusice was served as the judge could clearly tell who was more in the wrong.
It was that incident that sent Yanga into the downward spiral they are in today. They dyed their hair pink so that they won't be recognized by sight alone and they started.... this... whatever this is. Their relationship was never the same afterwards.
Wex cleared her throat and stood up, her simple yellow dress falling right above her knees, swirling around her as she walked with all the grace and quiet that is expected of an elf.
She stool tall and steady over their partner's hammock and with one swift motion of the hand, Yanga was on the floor.
"What in the name of the fucking Goddess is wrong with YOU??" They shrieked as they tried to get up, but a foot rested heavily on their back as Wex leaned in.
"You have fifteen minutes to get ready before we leave to the welcoming, you are the one that will be reintroducing him to society, make a good impression."
A deep blush settled on their cheeks, "You're the boss."