6.1k | M | Porn with some plot????? | Ryland Grace | Rocktiz. | Grocky |
~~With some effort Rocky found the more adult side of the human internet. The site a dark black and orange tone as his cheeks dusted with pink. The site was almost overwhelming with myriad of photos, videos, ads and everything in between. He swallowed thickly as he felt his body respond to just a few images. After clicking boldly on one video with a confused noise, he slapped the lid of the laptop closed. His question was definitely answered within the first couple seconds. ~~
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Or: Rocky was simply studying before his horny thoughts got the better of him. Grace aids him after catching him with his pants down :)
"One day we had Mr Grace and then the next, we didn't.
It was as if he just poof-ed from existence.
Which could have happened if Kevin was to believed that he saw Mr. Grace enter a government owned blacked out SUV after school. The government was always pulling things. But so was Kevin…"
| Ao3 | Ellipsus | Other links: Head Canon Video Inspo | Graces Home on Erid Inspo/Ref | Divider Creds |
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This fic follows an idea of what Graces students went through during his disappearance. He didnt even get to say goodbye :(
This was meant to just be a drabble that grew to 3.2k words while i was a space cadet on🍃 late last night so excuse any bad math or anything that doesnt make sense. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Please Enjoy!
One day we had Mr Grace and then the next, we didn't.
It was as if he just poof-ed from existence.
Which could have happened if Kevin was to believed that he saw Mr. Grace enter a government owned blacked out SUV after school. The government was always pulling things. But so was Kevin…
Each day we waited. A sub or a teacher that was available rotated out of the room, shaking their head in gentle disappointment each time we asked where he was. And as time ticked on, our 'hope to see him' turned to 'hope hes okay.' We drew pictures, wrote him notes, left him trinkets; anything that made us think if him. Eventually the pile turned to a shrine in the back of the room, as the year started coming to a close as summer vacation was two months away. The summer robotics program would be different this year too…
The day the rocket launched, we were watching. We chattered excitedly, wishing that Mr Grace was there to see it to. We theorized and joked about what he would have said, making up what ifs. We had pizza, played a fee rounds of the bean bags is lava. We wrote in our 'Mr Grace' journals that we started since the pile of notes seemed to had disappeared one day. And then the timer started. We watched as the Hail Mary was loaded, being fulled and checked. We watched in amazement and with half understanding of what the scientist the newscaster was interviewing was saying.
Then the news reporter said the names of the astronauts, the people who volunteered to be the Earth's saviors.
"Astronauts: Pilot Yao Li-Jie, Engineer Oleysa Ilyukhina, and Scientist Dr. Ryland Grace are set to launch towards the Tau Ceti System-"
The chatter died down to shock before we cheered, blending with various cheers from other classrooms. He was going to space! Our favorite teacher. In. SPACE. That's why he was gone! He was helping save the Earth! Stop those space dots from eating our sun! He didn't hate us after all!
But as we continued to watch, the realization that we may never see him again settled in our hearts.
No more lunch time gossip. No more voting him in the Teacher of the Year award, despite him being banned. No note in our year book at the end of the year…No more Mr Grace.
And some of us cried and feeling guilty that we were.
We were kids. We're his kids.
A few tears was understandable.
And as time went on, us kids turning adults, the pain eased but definitely still stirred at each new year that passed.
Many quoted him at high school graduation. Many were inspired to going into the science field, sourcing him for their interest. Many of us went to his various memorials around town just to pray to him for aid in their thesis or their latest research project at their work. Even those who didn't go into science but teaching, asking for advice or hoping for a better year. Wishing his sacrifice wasn't in vain as the populations started to dwindle just enough each year.
It was bleak.
Antarctica was gone, The Sahara paved and the sun still being eaten.
This year was set and predicted to be another grim year. That's what they said the last 11 years. And each time the record was beat. But many of us, his students, still gave out hope.
We had to.
We knew the time dilation was something that we were up against. It definitely had to have been only 4 maybe 5 years for the astronauts. We had no idea where they were at in their travel, the ship having left our radar some years back now.
So a lot of us prayed. Hoped. Wished. and Researched in between.
Our hopes and prayers were answered one fall day.
Our alarms at NASA sounded throughout the facility. Something had entered our radar. 3 somethings. We didn't know what they could be, our telescopes around the world actively trying to capture any images of the moving objects.
Then a call out,
"Its the Beatles!"
The Beatles? like…the Band? Why was that important…
Oh dear lord…
The Project Hail Mary.
Dr Graces sacrifice.
The news outlets roared to life, spitting out everything and everything they could about the probes: George Ringo and John. All flying in safely towards us.
Paul was the only missing.
Three out of possibly four was such good odds and it caused many of us to party throughout the world. 3 out of 4!
There was hope again!
Things sped by fast after that. It was months before the beetles made it to us, the news filming their touchdown and their subsequent lock up. Eva Stratt had taken over the probes and only had the project under strict security and only on her boat out who knows where. No clearance for low on the totem pole in NASA employees, only select scientists from here or around the world once more. Hopefully the loss of two of the worlds largest biomes and billions of people was worth the wait.
And apparently it was.
It was so worth the 12 almost 13 year wait. While details were limited, the solution was simple. Some far off microscopic life was the answer to over a decade of dying sun. Astrophage, count your days. Taumoeba coming in hot.
The scientists came up with a way to apply solution thanks to Mr Graces research. The ship and the plans were constructed, the astronauts picked and the date set. Everything was set to start being better so so soon.
Then the interviews and the public story.
Dr Ryland Grace had been the sole survivor of the trip, Yao and Ilyukhina both dying in their sleep, a complication that had a chance to happen. The weight if the fact that, if Mr Grace had died too- that would have been the worst possible news. While we could have sent another ship out, the possibility of the Earth being destroyed before a solution would be found was too great to ignore.
We were damn lucky.
The Hail Mary worked.
The launch happened and soon after, reports started confirming a noticeable change in the Petrova Line.
It happened, we're safe.
Alive.
Life started to go back to normal, parties and parades, more memorials propping up around the world. Resources started to flow, the damage control turning repair mode. And little by little, the world came alive again.
And it was all because our middle school teacher sacrificed himself.
It hit hard, knowing that the vast never traveled to until recently universe - was now his coffin. It shouldn't have been a surprise, they did say that this was going to happen. But no one prepares you fully to feel the pain that had been dormant for years, come up once more.
No one got to say good bye to him.
The school, the diner, the park he would visit. All being left behind to save them.
And not one good bye.
And we knew it was not his fault but it didn't make it hurt any less.
We all continued our lives. Researching. Teaching. Striving for the best because Mr Grace gave us the chance.
He gave us everything.
If only we could say hello and goodbye once more…
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Subject: Invitation
Dear Student of Dr. Captain Ryland Grace,
On the behalf of the world nations and NASA; It is my pleasure to extend an invite to you, to a secure NASA location to receive special and sensitive information pertaining to Dr. Ryland Grace. Should you accept the invitation, down below is the information about who to call to arrange a pick up date and location. All expenses will be provided, however please prepare for a cold and long trip. If you wish to attend and cannot make it, please call this number to arrange a make up trip: XXX-XXX-XXXX.
Attached you will find a non disclosure agreement that must be signed and brought with you. Please read the attachment closely and if you have any questions please call this number (XXX-XXX-XXXX) to speak to a representative.
We hope to see you soon.
Regards,
Eva Stratt
Project Hail Mary Director
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No return address, no other information besides the name Eva Stratt.Besides the large amount of press coverage about her trial for blowing up Antarctica and apparently something as dumb as media rights aboard the Hail Mary, no one knew who she was. Was she the safe choice for this?
And whats this information about our beloved teacher?
What was found that couldn't be told until now?The man had been gone for over 12 years now. What could it possibly be that only us students of his could know?
'Hope hes okay'
He probably wasn't.
But we all went. Any news was good news. Closure and all that. Memories that hopefully would be tied off with a happy little bow. And as each of us, one by one, got dropped off on a boat in the middle of nowhere ocean - the uncertainty grew. The nerves came out exasperated by the cold. Our chatter growing loud as we all caught up, many of us loosing contact with each other as time grew on.
It felt like we were back in that classroom, watching with rapt eyes and bated breaths as our teacher launched into space. Our hearts thudding in our chest. Our grips on each other hands or on the hands rests, tight. Watching the last time we'll ever see him. Now we only watched the door in anticipation.
What was going to happen? When was it going to?How long must we wait?
Not long apparently.
At the turn of the hour, the door opened and a silence fell over the room. A line of people walked in, led by Eva Stratt herself - followed by an old black man and the leading people on the Project. Eva adjusted the mic on the stand before speaking in that calm tone that many of us remember from her trial.
"Good Evening, I'm Eva Stratt- welcome to the Project Hail Mary facility."
She spoke on introducing the staff behind her, all leading one team or another that had hands in the project.
"As you may all know, our probes from the Hail Mary landed back on Earth early last year. Among them the solution to the Patrova Line and the dimming of our sun. A solution, along side videos of said solution, that was founded by your very own middle school science teacher, Dr Ryland Grace."
She gave us a moment to cheer, though she looked pained just a tad in the eyes.
"Last week, we had one last probe make its way to us. On this probe were more videos spanning what looks like years before what our understanding of present time is. All these videos are of Dr Graces time aboard the Hail Mary. Among these videos were one made for all of you and then, unsurprisingly, a custom private one for each individual person in this room."
Videos? Made for us?
Mr. Grace…
"Please remember about your non disclosure agreement after watching these videos here today. To get your personal video, we will guide you to your rooms for the night where a laptop ready to play your video will be. Thank You."
The lights dimmed, our breaths were caught in our throats. Tears were already being shed and the video hadn't even begun.
"Is this thing on?"
His voice came over the speakers and then his form entered the frame. He looked exactly the same, save for a new tired look in his eyes. And the smile, the smile that lit up our classroom. It shone just as bright. He sat down in front of the camera, on a couch. We could see a cream colored wall and plants surrounding the corners of the room. Was…was he inside a house?
He looked into the camera just like he looked at us all those years ago.
"Hey kids…"
Some of us started sobbing.
"Long time, uh, no see." he weakly laughed. "I've tried recording this thing five times now, 'cause I keep getting choked up thinking about you all and how much I miss teaching you guys."
"God all of you are adults now, I'm just realizing. Its only been like 5 maybe 6 years for me out here in space. In my mind all of you are still in school doing awesome things and being a kid during such rough times. I can't imagine what you all have been through…" He paused.
He was tearing up. Someone in the back went "God damn it Mr Grace."
We softly laughed and wiped at our own teary eyes.
"Man sorry," he cleared his throat, drying his eyes on his shirt sleeve. "You know I don't cry much," he joked, our laughs breaking through our tears.
"Now," he straightened up, "I wanted to make this message for you all. I wanted to say so many things over the years to you all as memories cropped up from the coma fog. And don't worry, each of you all will get your own video, Eva owes me, I promise. But this video is for you all share together. One last time as a class."
More sobs echoed in the room.
"I wanted to say, I'm Proud to have been your teacher. Each day spent teaching in that dingy little classroom we called ours, was the best time of my life. And I mean it. Like I know I'm literally currently sitting in space but no, this pales in comparison to being your teacher. Each one of you made the day just that special." he smiled, sniffling just a tad.
"Oh! Not just inside the classroom either. Uh- hold on-" he raises his finger and gets off camera. We all laugh in confusion. Same old Mr. Grace.
He returns quickly with a board. The board spanned his wing span and half his height. But what was on the board made all of us gasp.
"I found these letters you all wrote me,"
The board wasn't just covered in letters but photos. Our art work, photos of us or the trinkets we put on the shrine. Key chains hung on the corners, jewelry spread from the top to decorate. Stickers, tape, report cards even. Each one of us shown some way or another.
"-sometime on the ship during my travel to Erid. I read, every. single. one. at least ten times in the first month alone. These letters all right here, kept me going. When I thought that this was it, this where i could loose it- one of these letters would pop into my mind. And my resolve would harden." He audibly swallowed,
"Listen, I'm not going to lie, you're adults now, it got…grim here. I know Eva might edit this out but in case she doesn't,"
We all wait with baited breaths.
Nothing. She didn't touch it.
"I was all set to come home. We had found the solution me and Rocky needed to save our planets. We had made our plans to return home. We said our good byes to each other, gifting each other something to remember us by. I gave him a laptop, he was thrilled. I got to see this amazing alien ship, made of something out of a Sci-FY movie. But of course things took a turn a month into my trip home. Our solution ended up causing issues in the breeder tanks me and Rocky put together. I was able to fix it on my own but because of the materials Rocky's ship was made of, he would have died a slow and painful death - no where near his home. No chance to save them. My best friend was in trouble…"
The way he said best friend sounded a lot more fond than it would be for just a deep friendship…
"And well…I couldn't have that. So I turned around and made my way to him, finding him just in time. Even with the fuel he gave me to return home, I didn't have any fuel left for two trips. So i had to make the easy decision of going to Rocky's home to help him save his planet, in spite of missing my own. Despite craving a sandwich from my favorite diner. Despite missing the fog over the city…Despite missing you guys so much. All this to say, you guys helped me be brave for Rocky,"
Our hearts ached.
But we understood.
"Even when I started running out of food. Even when I lost a tooth to one of the various diseases I contracted due to poor diet. Even when I closed my eyes for a second too long. You guys kept me going for him. For Erid." A tune echoed from behind the camera sounding soft and sweet, and Grace look towards it with a loving smile on his face. "Rocky says Thanks, by the way."
He cleared his throat and sniffed,
"And now these," he jingles the board a little, "keep me company, here on Erid. Each day I'm reminded about my class and my hopes for their future- your future. And I just hope that everything worked out for each one of you."
He sits and places the board against the couch next to him.
"I know, I didn't say good bye. Believe me, I wish I could have."
He looks haunted right then.
"But now I don't want to say it. Life is full of many, many unknowns. Five years ago we didn't know aliens existed, but here I am- on their planet light years away, living a life I didn't know I'd have after the mission. So just maybe, this goodbye really truly means, 'see you later'."
He smiles softly one last time, tears welling up in his eyes once more.
He clears his throat and sits up, putting on his teacher voice.
"So as the Eridian's say…"
He brings his knuckles, two rings being shown off, to his forearm that was covered with some sort of metal plate with and a soft metal tune sang. It played for a few more seconds before fading out to words: "Our Last Goodbye, Our Thousandth Hello." with s date that was dated about the same time we were watching.
This was current…
He was alive.
This wasn't a video to play in his memory, his final words to Earth, no. This was contact, this was intergalactic communication. This was huge…
The room was silent before claps and cheers rang out. Our joy mixed with our tears, the pain that had made its home in our chest disappeared- being replaced with that same love of a teacher that blossomed all those years ago.
Together as a class, we made our ways to our rooms, some of us doubling up for space. And just like Miss Stratt said, laptops awaited our arrival. Food and Drink provided, next to a bunch of tissues and self care items.
And once more, joy and laughter bubbled in our chests. Tears flowed freely down our cheeks. Tissues surrounded us, as we watched our own personalized video. It was as if we stopped time and had one last conversation with our teacher.
This was better than a year book note.
But we knew this wasn't the end. No. This was the beginning of a new age in science.
I havent posted a WIP in years but heres my contribution to WIP Wednesday :)
New Association - Lucanis x Trans M Rook (Lorant) - 18+ smutty with a wall lmao
Notes that i have written on the doc bc i forget what i want to write - are in green.
Wall fucking against the aquarium wall in rooks room. Some how write in Lucanis having ptsd looking at the aquarium and this is Lorants way of trying to give a better association to it instead of the ossuary??? idk. maybe.
1st - Lorant pins him against the wall to then suck him off
2nd - Lucanis bends rook over and fucks him against it
3rd - Lucanis pick Lorant up and fucks him against it
4th- ????
5th - Profit
And with that, the WIP in question :) Enjoy!
Being able to kiss this man was probably the most wonderful feeling he had ever been blessed with.
The kisses had started out small, just pecks. Then hands started to wander. Tanned fingers dipping under the metallic blue shirt and feeling up Lorants back, tracing small scars. Lorants pale freckled fingers followed suit to slowly unbutton the dark vest to then dip his own hands under Lucanis’ shirt, feeling up the assassin's toned stomach and the happy trail that leads lower.
They pull away for a moment, taking in air as their eyes barely open to look at eachother- brown meeting a mismatched blue and purple. Lorants lips curl up into a small smile, as he gently tugs at the seam of Lucanis’ pants.
“Gonna have to take these off if you wish to continue…”
It was a hint but also a silent question. Theyve gone into the heavy petting side of a relationship before, after Lucanis had made him desert just for him. But this was new territory. It could go further or it could stay as it is, and fall asleep in each others arms on the green couch he had in his dedicated room.
“I-…” Lucanis took a moment, hands cupping Lorants hips. The elfs skin was soft, making his hands feel like he was touching silk. It helped ground him to the moment. He thought about it, watching Lorant wait patiently for his answer. And all the other times the other was too. The moment after dessert, all of their coffee dates or duo quests. After saving Caterina…He realized just how much Lorant has been patient. And the thought brings a soft smile to his lips, eyes gleaming a touch. “I do…” he breathes.
Lorant wasn't ready for the answer and it showed. His eyes widened a bit and his eyebrows raised. A soft laugh, as joy bubbled up in his chest, slipped through his lips before he grinned and leaned in gently to peck the Antivans lips. “Really? You sure?”
“Rook…Lorant, I promise.” Lucanis murmured, savoring the look of joy and the kiss. “It feels…good to be here and do this with you…” he admits, feeling a bit of heat rush to his cheeks as he ducked his head, eyes resting on looking at Lorants collar bones.
Lorants smile widened and moved his hands to cup Lucanis’ cheeks and pull him into a deeper kiss. His body moved to be closer, pressing up like a puzzle piece into the other. “We’ll go slow, and if you need breaks or to stop…” he murmured, breaking the kiss. “You just say so, okay?”
Lucanis barely held back the gasp he took as he felt Lorants body pressed up perfectly against his. He dared not say a word but nodded, before chasing Lorants lips and pulling the other back into a bruising kiss- renewed energy leading the charge. His hands gripped tighter, almost bruising the hips he held.
Lorant almost whimpered, no- no he definitely whimpered- and bucks his hips into Lucanis’. “Gods…” he breathed, pulling away and looking at Lucanis with blown pupils.
Lucanis felt pride build in his chest at Lorants reaction before he tilted his head. “How do you wish to do this?”
Lorant took a moment as many, many, thoughts came to mind. He had a book full of ideas in his head, thanks to those late night fantasies he had as he allowed himself some pleasure before bed. But with the position they were in- Lucanis’ back pressed against the aquarium glass as his own body was pressed into his- only one currently came to mind.
A grin came to his lips as he moved his fingers of one hand to walk down Lucanis’ chest. “I have an idea…if your willing to stand just a bit longer…” he murmured.
Lucanis raised a brow with a smirk, “I am at your whims, mi amor.”
Lorant grinned before kiss him once more then pushing him flat against the glass wall. “Pants off, please. Everything else can stay on if you'd like.” he hummed before moving away from the older man and grabbing a pillow from the couch.
Spite had been silent until he watched Lorant move away. “Smells… of… desire and…honeyed rain….” he hissed out, a grin showing.
Lorant chuckled as Lucanis rolled his eyes gently. The red head looked over his shoulder as he tossed the pillow behind and onto the floor close to Lucanis’ feet.
“Ever the observant one, Spite.” he teased, “I’ll take care of you later, Yeah? Just watch…for now.”
Lucanis and Spite both paused at that, Lucanis’ pants open and almost over his tanned and toned thighs. “You dont have to-“
Lorant pulled the antivan crow shirt over his head and tossed it in the corner for future Lorants problems. “And I want to…i just, want to make sure you are taken care of first.” he cooed, turning to watch Lucanis strip down to his boxers and a fully unbuttoned but still crow chained light purple shirt. The look suited the other and it made Lorant want him more, if the twitch of his dick made any indication.
“Deal!” Spites voice slipped through Lucanis’ mouth. Lucanis sighed a bit before taking in Lorants bare form now. “You are amazing, you know that?” he asked, hands going to Lorants hips again as the other one returns back to him.
Lorant grins, “I do, but it helps to hear it.” their noses brush against each other before a gentle kiss is shared.
“But right now it's not about me, its about you.” He murmurs, before trailing his lips down Lucanis’ neck, hands smoothing up his chest.
Lucanis trembles at the kisses.
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I havent written smut in years so lets fucking see how this goes lmao
Apr 2nd: Hossberg Wetlands | Hope | "But if you say you're an expert? Show me some expertise."
Chose Hope to write about and wanted to use it in an idea i had brewing for a bit after seeing this prompt :
BONUS: AU where Rook is the one imprisoned in the Ossuary
of @hyperions-light ask game for De Riva Rooks
Took my Crow Rook - Evunial - And ran with it! I tripped- a lot - but i hope that this makes any lick of sense. I may rewrite this in the future but im satisfied with this for right now.
With that being said: Enjoy!
Twisted Hope (words: 1544)
The Dalish think of Spirits as dangerous. Not the wild animals of demons but still something to avoid, to not give any mind to. He remembers the stories the elders would colorfully preach around the campfires when he was a kid. He remebers the lessons his Keeper would practically drive into his head.
And a part of Evunial knows that those ways of thinking was instilled to him affected him still.
Regrowing as a person in Treviso after the loss of his clan; after the streets of Antiva City almost killed him, invited more ways of thinking. He remembers the people hes observed in the docks or the markets, of the bars or cafes of Northern Thedas lands.
Riviani sailors bringing spirits along on their endevors, singing praises and laughing over stories together.
Nevarran scholars discussing the complexities and emotions of Spirits over wine and dusty books.
Tevinter mages binding spirits and using them for gain, for projects, for mere runes.
So a part of him knew what was in front of him, sharing this underwater cell with him, is something real. Something to not be messed with, but can bring comfort -if the Nevarrans words were true.
A Spirit of Hope.
The Spirit was brought here by sher force of will, a Tevinter Magister working her blood magic. Hope being locked by chain and might, but the spirits light never faltered. Day in, Day out. Minute by minute, there was Hope.
And as time went on he's learned what Hope stood for.
Hope is that you get out of here in a matter of days, hope relying on their combined strength. The spirit was supposed to be powerful yes, but his own magical strength was a factor too. Hope and their bitter cold, with his sharp and bright lighting.
Hope is that, while its been longer than the days, you start playing dirty, playing everyone against each other. His wife, a talented hunter, had taught him how to read the environment, during their excursions out into the wilds. He was able to read the faceless masks, the body languages of the robes and hands- the same hands that took her from him.
He was able to channel the anger held deep in his chest into Hope, and utter the right words offhandedly - to instill tension and occasionally- a fight amongst the Venatori. Something he's learned from Viago and Teia, not officially- but as a witness to just them.
Hope is that when things start getting bleak, you still hoped that the other crows would start getting concerned. Hope relying on Viago. His resolve always hardened when he thought of Viago. Remembering the countless times the man lectured him, about the mans obvious worry for him. The determination of those blue eyes to make him a Crow that honoured the name he now bore. The care on those late nights plagued by nightmares.
Viago would save him. And together they would figure out just how he was captured and fulfill contracts on those responsible. They would make the Venatori fear the crows once more.
He was sure of it.
Then hope became desperation.
Desperation during the nightmares of the night and the tortures of the day.
Nightmares of that fated night years ago. The screams, the fire. The scars now left on him, body and soul. The same masked faces that held him captive, slicing the life out of his clan, his wife…his unborn child.
Nightmares that dangled hope in front of his face, giving him hope that there was anything he could have done differently. New dreams changing that day for the better, a tweak to the truth before ultamately ending in failure…in death each time.
Torture of the day strapped to the tables. Blood drawn out of him, power drawn out of Hope. Their screams echoing the walls of the underwater ruins of his people, of his gods. The very ones that he prayed to for any last ditch effort of some hope, always being left unheard as more of his screams and blood left his body.
Torture as they started starving him, months into the medical and magical torture. The food given to him each day started to dwindle, leaving his faculties to suffer. His mind was starting to go, the same time Hope started to lose their light. Their own torture of being called Despair over and over again - forcing a slow tranformation from something so pure to something tainted with so much misery.
His body was withering away, as his will. His skin paler and more bruised, red angry lyrium scars being the only color. Hopes light dwindling, as their will. The bright blue of their form turning to a duller more cold and emotionless blue.
The hope of leaving here one day, the hope of relying on Viago, the hope of using their strengths as one - all turned sour.
They were thoughts of despair, despair of dying here. Despair of leaving behind a family, bringing dishonur to the De Riva name and failing yet another family. Despair of their strengths falling away to weaknesses. Despair that he would never gain revenge on the ones who took everything away from him.
Despair at once again being alone as the last dregs of Hope was dragged away from him, their heavily hollowed eyes blank as he weakly called out for them. Despair at going on days on end alone and almost forgotten, no food or Venatori mask to grace his presence.
Weakness as he too was dragged away suddenly one weak morning, being strapped to a table once more. The straps dug into his skin, pressing against bruised and almost scarred skin from previous torture. He felt numb to it. To it all.
It was just more blood taken, more blades marking his skin. More prayers left unanswered. The same old song and dance hes endured for almost a year now. At least what seemed like a year, the small hashmarks marking the walls of his cell telling him so.
But what he wasnt ready for was the sudden intense pain of a blood ritual. It hightened his nerves into intense shock, like he was going to be ripped apart. The lyrium scars glowed angry red, aiding the ripping feeling tenfold.
He was sure if he hadnt been a mage, hed be dead by now.
The pain grew so much to the point he started to pass out, his screams fading into grunts and crazed muttering. The lights that bounced from the waters behind glass, grew brighter. The sounds of his torture grew louder, the magister leader's laugh echoing the ruins.
And then everything went dark.
The dark stayed dark.
No nightmares. No dreams.
Just dark.
Almost peaceful, with only an echo of what once was despair.
But then the dark turned to greenery. Of a forest once known. Echoes of animals and the rush of a river. Greens of trees and the the glow of a warm sun above. But in the center was a woman. Jet black hair, matching his own. A slender but strong form dressed in a simple white flowy dress. Hazel eyes and a red vallaslin decorating a tender careing face.
A face he recognized.
Enasa. His wife.
And nestled in her arms a cooing sleeping form of a baby. Pink and freckled. Covered in a gentle fur blanket- the one they made together in preparation of their child coming.
And he knew then, he was dead.
He started to run to her, hope and joy bubbling up in his chest. His body was strong once again, the only scars covering him being his surgery scars under his pectorals and the twin ones of Venatori doing on his back and front.
He heared her laugh, he watched her smile grow. She called out to him and he answered back. Hope was back. His love, his child, his hope was back. Back in his arms, as he made it to her. His arms held her tight and close but being careful of the child between them.
The thing hes wanted for the last 9 years of his life.
"Im finally here." he breathed, after a shared kiss broke.
He watched Enasa's smile drop ever so slightly before cupping his cheek.
"You are, but its not your time."
With that, he was yanked back. The serene scene falling immediately and fading into the familiar sight of his cell.
He was alive.
Evunial de Riva was still fucking alive.
"We are"
Was hissed in his head and he groaned, the voice loud. But familiar…and then it dawned on him.
Hope.
Hope was stuck in him. What he thought was happening to those around him for the last year was real. So undeniably real as Hope appeared in his sight.
But it wasnt Hope.
The once familiar hopeful eyes of Hope now echoed his tired wary eyes. Eyes of misery.
The figure looked like a sunken version of himself, like his time on the streets of Antiva City. But..less…
The familiar light of Hope was gone.
"Hope?" he asked, voice gone and raspy. The screaming really did it in.
"Not Hope…Hope is gone." the hiss was back, combining with the old familiar voice.
Shameless Selfpromotion Saturday-SSS (its totally saturday not sunday shh)
The rules: We make a post and show off, what cool stuff we created over the past week. Art, Screenshots, writing (anything from a questionnaire about your OC to the 100K epos...) anything we do is worth to be seen and to be promoted. And by tagging people, commenting, and reblogging, we share the love and boost ourselve's and other's confidence. No matter what form you choose, whether you reblog your initial post, or create a new one with teasers, you decide!
Thank you to @jukkaricity for the tag!!!
Imma tag these lovelys up here: @im-on-fire-today @sofiemystique and if you havent been tagged and want to do it, use me as your tagger :3
Heres what ive written or drew in the last month instead of week just bc i crank things out slow and either never post or never finish lmao.
Writing Pieces (posted):
Twisted Hope for Day 3 of Veilguard Appreciation week: It follows Evunial de Riva if he was the one trapped in the Ossuary and the spirit he was sadled with
My WIP back from Dec got some things added it it (its yet to be finished but sOON): It follows Lorant Mercar and Lucanis’ first time together in very heavily detailed smut. Its currently going over 4000 words in only first chapter so yeah thats why its taking so long lmao.
A Flirty Drabble Ask i got: this one follows Lucanis and Lorant
A Reflection TRuesdsy Tag brought to light a Dragon Age Inquisition wip fic that i apparently finished??? Ita called “Studies - Dorian x Mahanon Lavellan” - it follows a moment of quiet between Mahanon and Dorian, Dorian learning just a little bit more of Mahanon.
Writings (Non Posted)
My fav lines from a Evunial x Emmrich wip
“There you go…thats it…" Emmrichs voice was dripping in sin as it breathed its words against Evunials sensitive ears. The older man had him laid out and pinned against the stone examining table, fingers interlocked.
This absolutely filthy story idea for a Evunial x Emmrich, Emmrich talking Evunial through it 🥵 Heres a snippet i wrote to get the idea out of my head before i went ferral. Warning: Lemons ahead
His breath shuddered as he felt Emmrich slip inside him slowly, opening him up easily. He felt himself stretch, the burn of it easing away to pleasure as he relaxed. It had been awhile since he last had someone enter him, the latest events and the contract with Varric didnt leave much time to be alone or have a one nighter.
Oh but this, this was so much more than a one nighter.
The way the necromancer had worshipped his body, pulling whatever ache or pain he had in his limbs from them, felt like heaven. The gentle guidance of a skilled hand as he was brought to completion time and time again before their current position.
His legs were hiked up on Emmrichs hips, strong muscles latching himself firmly around the older. His wrists were pinned above his head by a single hand as kisses were pressed to his neck and the other hand gently played with a pert pink nipple.
Emmrichs dick filled him perfectly, almost feeling completely full.
Art pieces (Posted):
A Taash piece for Taash Week
Art pieces (Non Posted)
A new icon for me, a small piece for BBno$ recent art contest (i didnt submit it but i like it), an eye study on all my current Rooks + my Inquisitor, a practice doodle, and two pieces of my mourn watch Rook - Hallen (they them)
Ah thank you for asking, and sorry for the late reply, my brain hasnt worked at all this last week 🤪
Heres number #7: Rook discovering Ashur's real identity
Mercar Ask Game found here
No Knock Shock
Rook: Lorant Lahlas 'Rook' Mercar - age in fic: 29 yrs,
Story: Set before Veilguard events
All those lessons about manners and knocking on peoples doors before entering, that his mother tried her damnedest on teaching him- came flooding back. He could practically hear her screaming beyond the grave as what ever question he had for Ashur left his brain.
In front if him stood Ashur, hat off and mask crumpled on his desk. But it wasn't really Ashur….was it? He looked him up and down . The same shoulder build, same body proportions. The eyes were the familiar blue Ashur sported, too. He nodded to himself that yeah no this was Ashur's body.
He just had the face of the Imperial Divine.
Ashur; a current head of the Shadow Dragons, the one that agreed to take him on as a young Dragon almost a decade ago- was the gods damned Imperial Divine.
And he just walked in on him, nothing hiding his identity from his mismatched eyes. He now knew how Tarquin felt when walking on him as he was doing scar management for the two scars under his pecs, at a time where Lorant wasn't out to the Dragons: Like an ass.
"Kaffas, Ashur- sorry, I'll come back- i should have knocked," he started, finally realizing he was just staring at the man - saying fucking nothing.
Ashur's deep chuckle broke through Lorant's embarrassment, "Its fine, Red." The nick name the older man used for him since the day they met, rolled off his tongue. "I knew it'd happen one day."
Lorant froze and felt even more embarrassing dread hit him. "Gods don't say that, I feel bad enough." He weakly laughed, rubbing his neck.
Ashur snorted softly before taking a seat at his desk, "Lorant, I knew the day I saw you hanging off your fathers arm, blabbing on about whatever your ten year old head could think of, that one day you'd be trouble."
Lorant knows the day Ashur was talking about. Twenty-ish years ago his parents had some meetings with the Vesperian family, consulting with the two military personnel for the Imperial Divine of the times grand ball they had coming up. He doesn't remember what they were talking about specifically but he knew he was so bored waiting around.
Normally his mom and dad wouldn't bring him around, preferring to keep him safely home and away from judgmental eyes that would only stare at his pointed ears, but something had happened that morning to where their only choice was to bring him. He didn't remember, nor care, what but he did remember the cramped hood that hid his ears and barely contained his unruly red hair.
He also remembered being so bored, gripping onto his fathers hand as he stood by, rambling about nonsense to himself but loud enough for his father to shush him a couple times. The adults were talking about guard posts or whatever but he and the other non adult in the room caught each others eyes and stared at each other, not listening to a word the adults said. Their eyes never left each other, sussing the other out, which shushed Lorant for a time. He remembered taking in the older kid, thinking that he didn't look like the son of the divine. He thought the son of the divine would be more regal, more other worldly.
The kid looked to be in his teens maybe early twenties and scrawny.
The kid had some striking blue eyes too…
Wait…
"That was you?!"
Ashur's laugh came back once more and he shifted, plopping his feet up on his desk, crumpling some papers. "Yes it was."
Lorant laughed in shock before shaking his head, "I can't believe I've embarrassed myself in front of you more than once now."
"Oh its been WAY more than once, Red." He laughed, "Now was there something you needed or are you just here to barge in on me unannounced?" Ashur teased, arms crossing his chest.
Lorant groaned at the dig, knowing he wasn't going to live this down for a while.
I found a beginning to a fic for my Crow Rooks backstory thats dripping in fluff so ill share that under the cut :3
As for those to tag: @kai-dimir @sofiemystique and YOU reading this if you want an excuse to share something :3 no pressure to share if you dont!
Fluff Time!
It was peacful out, the morning just beginning. The cool morning air barely held a breeze but held the smell of the bonfire from the night previous and the sweet morning dew that the clan started getting used to. The crows were waking, taking flight for a morning meal. The clans Halla friends waking as well, calling out in soft cries.
The waking atmosphere roused Evunial awake, a gentle groan coming from his lips as he stretched. Mismatched eyes blinked open soon after, his body getting resituated after its strech - going right back to feeling comfortable. Part of him knew he had to get up, his First duties calling to him, but the other part just wanted to stay in bed longer. Rest next to his wife longer. Be at peace, longer.
And he allowed that side win, just for a moment. He looked over at Enasa, curled up under the mound of furs they shared in their makeshift bed. More like nest, his brain supplied, with how round and down right comfortable it was.
His eyes adjusted to the slight darkness to their makeshift home, the sun light being hiden by cloth hanging where the window was. His eyes took in her form, black hair -that was in a small bun - now fanned out beneath her head, a few strands loose infront of her face. Her lips hung open just a tad, soft snores escaping them.
He wished for her eyes to open just a tad, so he could see those lovely hazel pupils look at him like they always did; full of love and devotion. Though he knew she needed her rest, the child she carried took any energy she had from her to use it against her bladder yesterday. How he wished he could settle the little one enough for his poor wife to sleep. But he knew it would be any day that their child would show, and then the real test of sleep and a new born would begin.
So for now he settled on just watching her sleep. He watched the rise and fall of her chest at each breath, only slightly uneven due to the size of her stomach. He watched the slight twitch of her nose, the furrow of her brow. He watched as she shifted suddenly, moving to lay on her side isntead of her back - face now fully facing him.
He felt his heart swell.
He moved carefully, a hand coming up from under the furs and caressing her stomach. He felt the reason of the sudden shift, a kick hitting his palm. He cuckled softly, rubbing the spot gently.
"Shh, ma' sa." he cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to the skin. "Let your mama sleep." He felt a weak kick before a press, as if it was relaxing into his palm. He felt his heart swell once more, feeling as if he could shed a happy tear.
"Oh little one…ma'sa…" he murmured, thumb rubbing gentle circles, "I cant wait to see you. Cant wait to hold you and never let you go."
"You'd have to give her up for feeding time, you know." Enasa's sleep filled voice called out.
He lifted his head from her stomach and a smile found his lips. He looked into her now open eyes, sleepy hazel pupils meeting his. He shifted to lean in and press a kiss to her lips, a gentle hum coming from her as she melted into it.
"Any moment spent not feeding will be in my arms. You grew and carried our little one for so long, only right I get my time too." he cooed, rubbing their noses together.
Enasa snorted softly and moved a warm hand from under the furs and cupped his cheek, thumb brushing against the small scar on his lip. "You have so many duties, Vhenan. You cant possibly take her to every single one." she teased.
Evunial laughed softly and pressed small kisses to the pad of her thumb. "Watch me." he grinned, "I never thought this could possibly be part of my life and Im soaking every waking second."
Enasa sighed lovingly as a smile graced her lips, shaking her head. "You, ma'lath, are ridiculous."
His hand moved to her hip and pulled her gently closer, "You, ma'arla, are the one who married me."
Enasa laughed and pulled him into another kiss, pulling him into a gentle dance. They reveled in the moment; hands gently caressing, legs tangling together.
