[fatedechoes]

Selective indie low activity RP multimuse blog. 18+ to follow, please. Call me Dara. they/them.

Alan Wake: Alice Wake. FFXIV: Alisaie Leveilleur, Allie Baelsar, Athena, Carosa wir Galvus, Osha Chaliapoh (non-WoL oc). God of War: Laufey. League of Legends: Katarina du Couteau, Leona, Isolde. Tekken: Anna Williams, Reina.

Blogroll: @hopewrought @lightflown

Portrayal notes and verses TBA. Rules below cut.

Triggering topics may be present; namely, subjects and themes present in the source series'. They will be tagged with a cw. NSFW content, should it ever happen, will be placed under a cut. If you need anything specific tagged, please don't hesitate to let me know. I do not and will not write incest, pedophilia, dub/noncon or cheating plots.

This blog is selective, low activity, and I will only plot with mutuals.

I am very OC and crossover friendly, and love AUs! Also, I do not have duplicate anxiety. Twin AUs and AUs interacting with each other are things I've had fun with in the past on other blogs! Though, generally I will not follow first unless your comfort level with dupes is stated.

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Shipping: Not all of my characters are available for romantic ships. Some have an exclusive partner (Alice, Athena, Carosa, Laufey, Isolde) and others are closed to shipping (Alisaie, Allie). Outside of that, I'm open to considering anything if we have a comfortable ooc rapport!

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[fatedechoes]

ohh my god bbygirl kat looks amazing

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ANNA MY BBYGIRL??

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what are you, in your purest form?

color you laugh and dance and sing and it’s all so much. everything is weighing you down, but you refuse to sink. you will elevate yourself, you will ascend in places where the others cry and fall to their knees. your pain is what makes you flourish, even if you don’t see it. you will never break.

tagged by: @cupcait tysm <3 tagging: idk steal it and say I tagged you!

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY ZEVRAN ARAINAI

ASSORTED DIALOGUE FROM DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS

we are… ridiculously awesome.

ahh, i grew up in a place such as this.

you need to worry about what happens before that.

now would be the time to consider it.

i do not think we are alone here.

that’s just a myth, yes?

now i regret that extra pie at lunch.

what is this? some ridiculous ploy to get me to lay down my guard?

how did i get here?

it seems they left one alive.

a trap, perhaps?

you sure that’s a road to follow?

well that’s just typical, isn’t it?

anyone up for a little bit of naked cliffdiving?

almost too perfect.

just once i’d like to walk into one of these places and discover a lively dance, or a drinking festival. or an orgy. but alas, no.

ahh, an untouched treasure!

what wonders await us here?

we’re not planning on… actually fighting it are we?

couldn’t we just… sneak around it?

i have faith in my friends well enough.

let us put our heads together.

nice vase, i should get one for my house.

that smell… we’re definitely approaching some kind of lair.

i see where this is going. downhill. and quickly too.

what a remarkable amount of lava.

it seems darker this way.

we have to be getting close.

that is a sexy sword, and i must have it.

you know, you never feel so alive as when you’re breaking and entering.

these guards will know we have no business here.

you are more cunning and ruthless than we suspected.

carry on. do not let me get in the way.

why do you say that?

what manner of monster do you think i am?

perhaps you ought to think about asking for a little forgiveness yourself, hm?

is there some reason why they should not?

why not, indeed? it’s a mystery for the ages.

still with the stern glances?

you are cruel to subject me to such torture.

what have you heard?

but those stories you heard? all true.

you’ve decided to take the plunge, have you?

the massage is quite pleasurable, do not worry.

you are in good hands.

technically speaking, i still am.

are you thinking of having someone murdered?

what makes you think i intend to go anywhere?

i think i should stay where i am.

off with you, then.

perhaps you have people you need killed?

you may ask, but i may choose not to answer.

you are… feeling all right, yes? perhaps you are tired?

it has brought us… closer together.

i assure you that i am not smirking. no smirking here, no.

sounds intriguing, if you ask me.

but it could be true, yes?

has no one told you?

one day you will realize that you have wasted your youth and beauty on bitterness and suspicion, mark my words.

has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess?

we all have our reasons for doing what we do.

i am content to wait and see for myself.

i admire you.

are you dispensing professional advice now?

if you want to bed me, you only have to ask.

you are only slightly more attractive to me than a slime-filled pool of swamp water.

i’m just cheered by the thought that you might have picked up a book at some point.

the stench is worse than your feet.

i think i have a joke for you.

you just decided that, did you?

from you, that’s practically a proposal of marriage.

oh? does that make you jealous?

why, thank you ever so much.

i’m sorry… are you speaking to me?

i know. i am terrible and it makes me sad.

may i rest my head in your bosom? i wish to cry.

you say that like it’s a bad thing.

it drives me mad with desire.

so let’s pretend that i do, indeed, believe that murder is wrong.

i… am so confused.

you are so very cruel.

there is no reason to deny yourself the pleasure of male companionship after all, yes?

i couldn’t help hearing about your… predicament.

i mean no offense.

i simply offer my services should you ever feel the need for… release.

adventure has changed you.

you really have no idea, do you?

[demacianbrawn]

memes / accepting / @fatedechoes: there's never going to be a "next time."

What they had was an entanglement that only existed in the shroud of darkness. Illuminated by fire or starlight. It had no rhyme or reason, he couldn't trust her, shouldn't trust her, and yet when it was only them it was only then where Garen felt at his most comfortable. Gone were the expectations and armor in favor of a brief moment of bliss and comfortable banter and conversation. How had it come to this? A chance meeting during the brink of the mage rebellion, a capturing of an assassin and a cuffed mistake leading to an undeniable night of teamwork? From there it was a dance, a magnetic pull drawing him near to her whenever he caught a glimpse of scarlet across rooftops and they found themselves by the docks, sitting side by side, sometimes with words, sometimes with silence. The tranquility was both alarming and soothing.

A small smile pulls at his lips, cobalt gaze trained on the ripples of the water. Every time they met they both swore it'd be the last. They had no business being there, two different people from different worlds and yet every promise they broke and they found their way back to one another again. Did Garen fear that one day they'd keep said promise? The idea of never seeing Katarina again . . . it was uneasy, a heaviness in his chest he didn't quite want to acknowledge or confront, far more in favor of shoving it under his armor like most feelings he allowed himself to embrace for even a fleeting moment.

" You're right. " He replies back gruffly, deep baritone a hushed whisper. " Last time. " Another reminder and yet he doesn't move, he sits by her side, arms touching, warmth radiating. She could kill him in an instant, a dagger could puncture his throat in a second and yet . . . Jarvan would never understand, never get how he could let her in, how he could be with her in any way or form. " I suppose we should make good use of our final moments together. " He wasn't an eloquent man, he had no use for pretty words or pretty actions, he was a soldier. And yet being beside Katarina made him want to be good at such things, and perhaps that was why he allowed himself to show a gentler side, his hand grasping her own as he leans down to press a singular kiss to her cheek. A goodbye. For if they both came to their senses, that was what tonight would be, a conclusion, a finale.

The kiss was over quickly, and while he should have backed away, his courage demanded more, and after a quick glance at her face, he gently tips her chin to this time allow their lips to brush together. A sweeter kiss than any of the desperate ones they shared before and yet it felt appropriate.

For once he wanted to be the sort of person to do something so affectionate with the one person he shouldn't care about and yet he did. He so desperately did.

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One morbillion ravens watching Kat kill a man. (It’s not distrust, it’s fatherly support)

o hey surrogate dad | @contemptim

The sensation of eyes upon you is one any assassin immediately knows; a well-honed sense key to survival. A telltale prickle forms at the back of her neck and travels up, though her keen gaze soon spots the observer. A raven. Unnatural in form, though deeply familiar. It is soon joined by another and yet another, a growing mob forming a dark flurry of wings and eyes. The corner of her mouth quirks up in an amused grin.

What was the term for a group of ravens, again?

Her blade glides easily against the traitor's throat in a deadly stroke so practiced it is simply second nature.

To some, killing is an art. For others, purely a means to an end. Katarina's truth lies somewhere in the middle. Mistakes of the past have taught her to put ego aside, while time has honed her judgement. Orders are not infallible and her trust is hard-won due to betrayals. Her priority now is the protection of Noxus, and continued nurturing of what it would become. A future her blade will help cultivate, where the worthy thrive, not the privileged undeserving. She shares Swain's vision, sees the beauty in freedom and meritocracy, and thus will serve as his weapon until such a day where she must function as a failsafe.

A day that will not come soon, but is perhaps inevitable given the manner of entity he is pacted with.

Until then....

Katarina shakes off this line of musing, wiping the blood from her dagger, before giving a small wave with it to the--

Oh right, an Unkindness.

The irony in the recollection makes her smile.

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Kat is a character I've wanted to write for years but always felt too scared of the rpc. Things do seem a good bit more chill now so we'll see how it goes.

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Anyone else remember when Skarner had that bug where he could teleport to the fountain while ulting someone

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Roster update thanks to some gentle enabling! BG3 + HSR muses removed for now (tho may be available as a 'secret menu' type thing for friends) and one FFXIV and two LoL muses added!

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No thoughts, only she

[teneral]

good fucking morning *levitates towards you with ill intent*

[contemptim]

"You all just hate to see a girlboss winning."

[fatedechoes]

"Simp."

[posthumanwanderings]

[trashmemes]

RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS   —   majority of quotes pulled the poetry book crush. feel free to make alternations.

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

you say ‘i’ll give you anything,’ but you never come through.

please, for just one night, will you lie down next to me?

you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.

i owe you, i owe you everything.

tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.

why take more than we need? because we can.

i want to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

people like to think war means something.

you are here, you are here, you’re still right here.

sorry about how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

will you defend yourself?

let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.

how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.

when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

you still get to be the hero.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation.

eventually something you love is going to be taken away. 

you want a better story. who wouldn’t?

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

we are not dirty.

i will come back from the dead for you.

you are a fever i’m learning to live with.

do you want to go home now?

there’s nowhere to go.

i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad.

unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

you take the things you love and tear them apart.

there is no way to make this story interesting.

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

do you love yourself? 

sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

even when i look away i am still looking.

i think i need to do this alone.

what more do you want?

you saved my life.

someone has to leave first.

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.

will you love me even more when i’m dead?

your world doesn’t make sense.

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[quonunc]

Could really use more media where wives viciously protect their husbands

[quonunc]

Also violently. I want very violently. I want her to go scorched earth. I want five scenes earlier to see her husband being diplomatic and calming down a situation so no one gets hurt because his wife is in danger. And then something happens and now he's unconscious and being threatened and his wife just absolutely levels a seven block radius with the force of her refusal to let anyone hurt him.