Pfp by @stormemes11 🪲Hello, I'm Vishanti! I am a nonbinary ace/aro lesbian. 💀This is a multifandom blog. Currently pretty fixated on Dragon Age. Specifically Veilguard. ✝️Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
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"Viago's dogs usually know better than to lurk in my office," Riley growled from behind his desk, his large frame blotting out the view from the windows. Already half-concealed by closed blinds, he had provided a convenient shadow that extended across the room to a bookcase near the doorway.
"You should know, Mr. Mercar, that I am nobody's dog," Carina stepped into the soft bars of light, filtered in from whatever lit the city at night. It picked out the highlights of purple in her hair and the tips of her pointed ears. She gave him a small smile as his eyes flashed a brief recognition, saving her the trouble of a full introduction. "I'd be no use if I could just be brought to heel."
"Why are you here?"
"It felt like it would be rude if I didn't stop by."
"Hmmpf," Riley snorted with only a trace of amusement. "You know my boys spotted you. Following Miss Ingellvar the last two weeks. Why?"
"Yes, I wanted them to know I was there," Carina nodded, and at the briefest flick of the don's eyes, took a seat in the plusher of the two chairs in front of his desk. Her deep navy shirt and pencil skirt were a nice contrast to the warm brown leather. "You should be asking different questions."
"Like, 'Does Viago expect you to keep all your fingers?' That kind of question?"
"No," Carina pulled a small voice recorder out of her pocket and placed it on the desk slowly, keeping eye contact. "You should be asking how long I've been Lydia's shadow. And what I was asked to do. The 'why' should be obvious."
"I don't have time for de Riva bullshit," Riley picked the recorder up anyway, the small piece of technology absurdly small pinched between his thumb and two fingers.
"I understand, so to put it simply, I am her … guardian of a sort, though I know she and I would resent that term," Carina waved a hand at the scowl starting on Riley's face. "I follow her in places or at times when there could be danger, and make sure there isn't."
"And Viago gets regular reports, I assume," the scorn rimmed the edges of the statement, an acrid warning.
"No. In fact, he expressly forbid that, along with any sort of harassment, intimidation, blackmail, extortion, violence, or torture for anyone near her unless her life or person are threatened," Carina nodded to the voice recorder. "There's a copy of his instructions. He didn't tell me I could share them, but he also didn't tell me I couldn't."
"Viago's blunting his own knife? Unlikely."
Carina stood and smoothed her skirt in abrupt motions, allowing herself to show impatience.
"Look, I like Lydia a lot. I only agreed to this arrangement because it keeps her safe and doesn't invade her privacy very much. She can more than take care of herself, but sometimes our world isn't safe."
"I can keep her safe," Riley put down the recorder and stood, crossing his arms and nodding to the door.
"Good," Carina's eyes flicked down to the back of an old picture frame on his desk before she turned to walk out. "That will make my job a lot easier."
TYSM for the tags @sorcerousadventurer @chaosherald @kogarashi-art @redaresss @in-the-drowning-deep @jenn2d2 & @lemondelighted! As always I very much enjoyed seeing what y'all have cookin'! 💕
Today's WIP is dedicated to my pal @lycheecatee and is from my languishing Gravemist fic that I haven't touched since December. AKA the Myrgoth fic no one asked for but I'm cursing y'all with anyway. Well, Rose found out about it and read Part 1 when I updated my silly Nugflix graphics this weekend, and she was so sweet and encouraging, she inspired me to jump back in. THANK YOU FRIEND! 🫶
Ploppin' the tag list below with a gentle nudge for all of y'all and anyone reading to show us your WIPs if you got 'em! 💕
Thank you to @chaosherald, @serensama, and @sorcerousadventurer for the tags!
A bit from the next Snake Pit Crew/Progressive Overload bit:
"My grandmother is going to hate this so much," Illario flashed Jacobus a grin he knew held extra teeth. "I want to have all of the contracts lined up to sign right after we end the call. I've been waiting a year for this and don't want even one day longer."
"Of course—"
"After you approve your own raise and title change," Illario waved a hand to cut off whatever objection Jacobus was starting to form. "Your work might not change a lot, but the people you're talking to need to understand you have authority to make decisions, not pick up my dry cleaning."
"That's my job," Illario looked up in surprise as Gladius appeared in the doorway, taking up most of the frame, and holding a rather large garment bag. "Jacobus said you had some important thing tonight, so I stopped by on my way to go shopping with Gemma."
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My dad bought a migraine stick off of Amazon for my mom, but she doesn’t like it so they gave it to me. Let me tell you, I like it. It feels so fucking good. 😩
Thank you @kogarashi-art and @chaosherald I'm so excited for what you both will put out for Rook and Lucanis week.
I have something for most of the prompts for Rook week while chipping away at my 3rd chapter of the boxing au and the next part of Zea post game. So two you get.
From Rook week
"Who are you?" The figured gave a rueful laugh. Lifting her head up as she pulled down the hood. Long raven hair fell to one side of her face as striking green eyes stared back. Eyes that carried years of grief and regret and no light. "Maker's breath, you took so much after your father."
Mention of his father, a man he never knew, gave him pause. Who was this woman?
"Who are you? How do you know my father?" Ulrike moved closer, cautious steps as his patience wore thin.
"I'm not surprised you don't remember me. You were merely six months old when I last held you."
This is from the next part of post game Zea. Cause it has a hold on me right now.
Chaos unfolded around Emmrich and the remaining Veilguard after Zea's body hit the ground. Unresponsive and unmoving. Kneeling at her side, watching as the crimson liquid seeped through her armor and began to pool. Eyes shut, breathing shallowed. He couldn't leave her like this; but had to keep his promise to her.
"Lucanis. You move fastest. please take Ali to safety and return as quickly as possible." Without so much as a nod, Lucanis moved to take the babe from Neve and in a purple flurry was gone.
Emmrich turned his attention back to Zea whose skin was growing paler by the moment. His magic did little to help. The bleeding wouldn't stop.
"She needs the-" The glare Emmrich shot Alma made the small elf woman flinch.
"There will be no more suggestions from you, bitch."
"Please. I want to help-"
"LOOK WHAT YOUR HELP HAS DONE!" Emmrich screamed at her. His hand wrapped around Zea's as the warmth was fading never taking his eyes off her. "You have taken too much and if she dies…" Jaw muscle tighten as wisps of green tendrils fluttered from the comer of his eyes. "Death will be too good for you."
"Warden." Morrigan interrupted. The terrified elf looked up. "You said the other were here with a cure, where?" Alma cautiously stood up, body trembling with fear.
still boggles my mind that davrin isn’t Thee hottie of veilguard btw. i mean we All Know Why. but come on. what happened to the inherent charisma of warrior with big shield you guys loved warrior with big shield when it was alistair and cullen
I know it shouldn’t shock me that fandom is like this, but I still can’t wrap my head around Davrin hate.
He was delightful and hot and sexy and cute with Assan and one of my favorites hands down, and I feel like this is Wyll from BG3 all over again. It makes me so mad for my bois.
Polyamory is safe for work. Polyamory is safe for kids. Polyamory is safe for day time tv. Polyamory isn’t more sexual than any other relationship and it can be just as romantic, sweet, and healthy.
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Yessss, that's right! Ed x Ayla are BACK, and BOY, are they PISSSED!!
They didn't earn the moniker of 'Nevarra's Pissiest Power Couple' for nothin', y'all. Although this time it miiiiiight have something to do with that damn Desire Demon that's messing with them...😈
Who's Ed? Just imagine a slightly younger, gruffer Emmrich who swears, wears all black, is snarky as hell, has a bunch of tattoos, and uses the orb and dagger.
Are you picturing it?
Good. 'Cause that's exactly what you're getting with Ed, Emmrich's cousin, and Ayla's rough-around-the-edges 'Alternate Emmrich'. Ed pops out of his coffin whenever Ayla guest stars in a friend's Emmrook fic just to make sure she doesn't get too lonely. 😂
He originally appeared in @onelooseskull's fic New Bloom, and my brain spun out after their meet-cute, where Ayla teases she's gonna visit Ed and his cute little beetles. So I wrote this standalone fic where she does exactly that. 🪲
I've been working on Ed x Ayla's adventure since January, and I'm very excited about this final installment. There's action! Even PLOT TWISTS y'all!! It was originally only supposed to be 2 Parts, but of course, these two just kept Doing Stuff, and in classic Fern fashion, I wrote enough that I decided to split the final part for easier reading.
I've posted Parts 2 and 3 at once, so the whole fic is now available on AO3 for anyone interested, but as always there's no pressure to read!
KEEP CALM & CARRION | A SILLY SUMMARY
🪲PART 1: FANCY SEEING YOU HERE
A Horny 'Hello, again!'
🪲PART 2: A DANCE WITH DESIRE
A Horny Demon Fight
🪲PART 3: CHEESE TOASTIE
A nice helping of horny grilled cheese (& SMUT!!)
...What can I say? They're two incredibly pissy, horny idiots lmao. This is also the 2nd multi-part fic I've ever managed to finish!! 🎉
🪲 YOU CAN READ THE FIC HERE IF YOU WANNA
Sneak peeks at Parts 1, 2, & 3 below!
“Incorrect!”
His stern admonishment towards another student briefly snapped Ayla out of her drooling over the man, a hint of those harsh Nevarran consonants bleeding into the Trade he spoke in his annoyance.
…Making him somehow even fucking hotter.
“Forgive me—but a single slip of the tongue today becomes a thousand tomorrow, Watcher Pentaghast.” Ed leaned back against the operating table and tented his hands, his tone once again becoming warm. Inquisitive. “We do not call the bodies we honor with our preparations ‘corpses.’ Why?”
“It is too clinical, sir,” the man replied. “It calls attention to the physical remains only, rather than honoring the individual who has passed.”
A ghost of a smile twitched across Ed’s face. “And what shall we use instead?”
“The deceased, the departed, or the individual’s name.”
Ed’s lips settled into a satisfied smirk. “Well done, Pentaghast. It appears you won’t be sponsoring my evening pint after all…” He crossed his gorgeous forearms across his chest and leaned farther back against the table, eyes narrowing at his student.
“But mark my words. Should you call the deceased such a name again within my classroom, you’ll find yourself doing just that.”
🪲READ PART 1 HERE
Ayla ran over and tossed him his knife back for some unfathomable reason, leaving the madwoman herself utterly defenseless. Edward caught it but leveled a glare at her.
"What the fuck are you doing!?"
"Trust me!" she yelled before making moves to scurry away.
Edward huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes in annoyance, and not just at her foolishness, but also at the extremely frustrating way his heart leapt into his throat at the idea of her attempting to face a fucking demon with nothing but her bare hands. He dodged another crackling bolt of lightning and managed to hit the thing with his orb again, giving him the chance to hiss after her.
"You're insane!"
Ayla looked back over her shoulder and gave him a ridiculous smirk.
"Aw, come on, Ed—you said you were feeling brave!"
She let out a cackle, and then he watched in disbelief as she hoisted her gorgeous ass on top of a tomb and began climbing up the nearest statue.
…Maker's breath, she was a fucking lunatic.
🪲READ PART 2 HERE
"Whatcha makin', handsome?"
Edward chuckled. "Cheese toasties." He let out another soft laugh when his response made her gasp, then cackle.
"Are you serious!? Ed! Grilled cheese is my favorite." She squealed and squeezed him even tighter, doing some stupidly cute little dance against his back, reaching up to kiss him right in the middle of his tattoo. "Pfft, cheese toasties," she snickered.
"What??"
"I just can't believe you call them that." She swung around his middle and looked up into his face, her beautiful eyes holding a shocking amount of fondness. "It's fucking adorable."
Edward grumbled something noncommittal under his breath, actually strangely pleased by her conclusion. She released him and hopped up on the counter next to the stove, perching on it with a cheeky look.
"Can I help?"
He scoffed, momentarily distracted by the sight of her swinging her wonderfully bare legs, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. "Absolutely not." Edward snickered when she gasped again. "I've heard stories about your cooking, Warden Thorne. And it sounds like your talents are much better suited elsewhere."
Ayla smacked him. "What, like fucking!?" she asked, biting her lip and wiggling her eyebrows.
Edward sputtered out a laugh, then made a thoughtful face. "…I was actually going to say breadmaking."
"Shut up, you were not."
"Mm, Watcher's honor." He met her narrowed eyes with his own, folding immediately at the cute look on her face. "But I will admit you possess immeasurable talent in that area as well."
"What a charmer you are, professor," she snickered.
Edward leaned down to bring his face to hers. "We've been over this, sweetheart. I teach mortuary practices—not charms."
"Fucking hilarious, Ed," she huffed, rolling her eyes with a grin. He audibly sighed when she trailed her hands up his chest and shoulders, looping them around his neck to pull him down into a kiss.
"Could've fooled me."
🪲READ PART 3 HERE
*THE SMUTTY CHAPTER (BUT ALSO THE MOST ROMANTIC!!)
🌿Writing Masterpost
👉 Ed x Ayla also feature in these silly OC text graphics!
Ploppin' the tag list below! As always there is zero pressure to read, just sharing 'cause I'm really proud of this story (and the smut lol) and of my 2nd fully finished fic baby. Plus ofc you know I love sayin' howdy! I hope y'all are having a good week so far. 🫶
I also want to give a big thank you to onelooseskull @serialsforbellara @redaresss @lycheecatee & @sunny374940 for supporting me in my insane Alt-Emmrich madness, and for shipping Ed x my gal. 🪲💕
And thank you to any of y'all who have already read any bits of these two idiots of mine, whether through my silly posts or on AO3! I know this is niche as hell and it means a lot y'all are kind enough to humor me. I almost didn't post this fic publicly at all, so truly from the bottom of my little mushroom heart - thank you! 🥹
9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
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