#wildredeemer

[theladymagician]

For the fandom meme: B and Q

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

I know you guys are probably going to roll your eyes, but I did not start out a Cullrian shipper. AT ALL. Dorian was with my Quizzy, so my OTP at the start was Dorian/M!Inquisitor which has a ridiculous amount of wonderful fanfics. (elidoo has one that’s magnificent, if you haven’t checked it out, you definitely should. Unf, that scene with them fighting still is one of my favorite fic scenes ever.) Then I just sort of reached a saturation point where I had read practically everything in that ship.

So I don’t know if you’ve seen that Tumblr post going around saying something like ‘Cullrian is a great ship because Dorian is suave and confident and you can imagine Cullen responding to this by tripping up stairs.’ That’s literally how I got into this ship. I moved to AO3, read Feathers by metaphlame, and it was all downhill from there :D

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and whyIf we’re staying in DA--please don’t hate me--but Cullen/F!Inquisitor. There are a lot of AMAZING fics out there, but there’s A LOT in that ship and a lot of it seems....repetitive. I want Cullen with someone who can kick his ass into next Tuesday, and that’s what I was hoping for in that ship. I didn’t really get it in that ship, it was mostly Princess type Inquisitors. WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY FINE!!!! But I want more of a Cassandra than a Princess with Cullen. Outside of DA, I abandoned Stony if only because FrostIron is a much better ship in my opinion because dear God, Tony and Loki can sass each other for 100k and I’ll read it.

[theimpossiblegirlrps]

Broken Memories // Rynn x Marcus

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“I know it’s a horrible decision...” Rynn said softly, turning her face away from the man before her. She couldn’t look him in the eye right now, not when she was trying so desperately not to fall to pieces. Looking at Marcus would only make it worse. In fact, looking at Marcus would likely be the thing to finally shatter her heart. “I have been given an ultimatum, Marcus- you have to understand I have no choice.”

The tears decided to come anyways, and the redhead had to take a long moment to collect herself. “If I don’t go, I might as well have killed you myself.” Her voice caught in her throat as she said the words. She had known for a while that her affections for Marcus ran deep, though she had only assumed that she cared for him as a friend and ally, nothing more. The way her heart was breaking now, however, was proving just how naive she’d been. 

“I never should have thought he’d let me go so easily- or that they would.” She added, drawing in a deep breath before looking up at Marcus- would this be the last time she’d gaze upon his face? “You see- my guild, they knew of my history, knew that I’m a runaway. Once they learned of my betrayal in Nerat, they decided they needed revenger sweeter than what my death would. They wanted their twisted sense of justice.” She had gathered herself enough to tell him.

“They found my family, and the man I ran away from. His wife has recently died, but that does not matter- these are all details you mustn’t worry about. They told him I was alive and that they knew how to find me. He has offered them a rather large sum of money for my live capture. Of course, they knew that wouldn’t be enough- I am too difficult to catch for a simple bounty to be enough.” The tears began to push forward again. 

“So they have told me, in this letter, that if I do not do as they ask, they will put a bounty on your head. Twice as large as the biggest one available now.” On these words, her voice broke as she finally allowed the tears to run down her cheeks. “The entire guild will be after you- they’re even sharing the contract with other guilds if I don’t go.” 

“So you see, Marcus....” her hand reached out, resting on his cheek as she met his eyes “I have to go. If I refuse, it is your life I am sacrificing. And I can’t do that. I won’t.” Teeth gripped her lower lip as she tried to steady her breathing. “I won’t sign your life over to them. I hope you understand.”

“For your own well being, please try and forget about me- I can’t have you dying for me, Marcus- I can’t. Don’t try to save me. I am not worth the price you might pay.”

[theimpossiblegirlrps]

“Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me.” (I couldn't resist because I can so see this happening at some point.)

“Of course they don’t.” The redhead said with a sigh “Why are we here then?”

[theimpossiblegirlrps]

The Rifle’s Spiral // Rynn x Marcus

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Marcus. She’d stared at that name her entire life. Every time the bounty hunter looked in the mirror after a shower or while changing clothes, the writing on her ribcage caught her eye. She was thankful that it had ended up in an easily hidden place, as it kept her from being forced to answer questions about what she thought this ‘Marcus’ would be like. It also kept sleazy men from reading it before approaching her and pretending they’re him. Rynn was certain she would know when met him- not to mention the fact that the word would inevitably change into a marking of some sort once they met one another. 

Putting her curiosity about Marcus aside, the redhead finished pulling her tank top down over her torso. Next came the leather jacket with the hidden holster for her gun. Then came the belt that held her favorite knife- holstered, of course. Finishing it all off, the bounty hunter laced up her boots and set out on her mission after grabbing a guitar case that hid a sniper rifle.

It was the early hours of the morning and she was making her way to stake out at the home of her target. He was a man of middling morals; he had enemies and friends on both sides of the law. Where his true nature lay was heavily debated, which was why Rynn didn’t accepting the hit that had been put out on him. It seemed he’d toyed with the wrong corporation in the city and needed to be taken care of. 

And that was where the emerald eyed huntress found herself, perched in an upper floor window of the apartment building across from the man’s townhouse. It was a lovely estate that he owned, but most of it had been purchased with blood money, or at least that’s how the stories went. Rynn didn’t much care. She knew enough about the man to know that his good deeds did not make up for his bad ones. And so, she finished setting up her weapon and settled in until the perfect shot make itself clear. 

[theimpossiblegirlrps]

✽ favorite season and ● what would you say to your muse

✽ favorite season 

I’ve always been fond of Spring and Fall, but probably Fall. Where I’m from, in Georgia, fall was the perfect weather but I still could wear boots which are one of my favorite things. 

● what would you say to your muse

I really don’t know what I’d say to Rynn, exactly. I suppose I’d tell her that it’s okay to show her feelings every now and then, and that pride could one day be her downfall. Granted, those are also things I could say to myself so I don’t really know if she’d listen to me lol. 

[theimpossiblegirlrps]

★ because he would and most likely because she's being grumpy and he's trying to annoy her into laughing at his antics.

//I love that, it’s adorable

The redhead had been in a huff. It wasn’t flattering, and it wasn’t her usual behavior, but she had her reasons for disagreeing with Marcus. East just didn’t feel like the right direction to go- not to mention the fact that the guild she’d recently turned her back on happened to have a very large base there. But he’d been insistent that they travel east. 

Her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked at him, full lips curled into something of a pout as her nose crinkled in displeasure. Rynn had said her piece and was now content to glare at him until he either agreed with her or broke the silence. His reaction, of course, was not what she’d anticipated at all. 

He’d come at her swiftly, too swiftly for her to predict his actions. In a swift, graceful motion, Rynn found herself hoisted over his shoulder. The girl gasped, hands instinctively gripping his shirt tightly even as she wriggled to get out of his grasp. His grip on her was powerful, however, and she learned very quickly that there was no way she’d break out of it unless he decided to let her. 

A scoff was the first sound to leave her, followed by her voice. “Marcus! You can’t just pick me up and carry me wherever you like! It doesn’t work that way-” But even as she protested, she couldn’t help but find some humor in it. Soon thereafter, her rage subsided and a smile spread across her lips- and just a moment after that, her bell like laugh rang out. “Alright- alright, I suppose it does work that way. You’ve made your point.” Rynn answered in between giggles. 

[theimpossiblegirlrps]

Atmosphere // Rynn x Marcus

In the simplest of terms, this was not a nice place. In her mind, the redhead could hear her mother's voice saying those words with a crinkle of her nose and dropping of her tone. Her mother had always been too polite to be honest about anything, but Rynn always knew from the tone how she felt about a locale. And this place? Well this place would have been certain to horrify her mother to a point beyond any Rynn had likely ever seen. But her mother wasn't here, and thank the gods for that. Really, thank the gods that none of her family had seen her in years- by this point it must've been at least seven since she'd run away. 

The air smelled of the intoxicating aroma of stale alcohol and staler men. This is no place for a lady. But then again, Rynn had stopped being a lady a very long time ago. Now she was a warrior, a thief, and at times a siren- but most importantly, she was free. Her choices were her own, her life belonged to her, and her actions were only determined by the decisions she made. It may not have had the riches and fine food of the life she'd had before, but this was the life she'd made for herself, and for that reason it was sweeter than any wine her father's house could have had.

Still though, as free as she was, she still chose to keep her cloak up and hiding her hair and much of her face- a woman of her appearance would stick out in this place and she wasn't keen on dealing with whatever comments would be thrown her way. This town was considered the den of men who were more beast than human, and she was here to take care of one such man. Tonight, however, was meant for rest. She had arrived in town late and would get no work done on this night. 

As she walked through the door and towards the bar, Rynn's eyes scanned the room. She made it appear as if it was a cursory glance, though of course it wasn't. The thief was taking stock of every figure in this room. Fortunately, most of them were far too drunk to notice the slender form enter, and those that did see her seemed rather disinterested. Good. Taking a seat at the bar, Rynn caught the attention of the woman running it. 

"An ale please- and a room as well. Thank you." She offered the woman a nod of the head, a gesture of respect. With a knowing smile, the bartend poured Rynn's drink and placed it in front of her along with the key. In exchange, Rynn gave her enough coin for both it and the room. Keeping to herself and her hood up, Rynn took the first sip.

{ wildredeemer }