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Stormy
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Stormy. She/Her. 21+

Full-time researcher, part-time gamer, sporadic fic writer

PFP: https://www.deviantart.com/nikdrawson

#bg3 #rwby #swtor #datv
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And a one to one comparison on the half-sisters.

They both take after their mothers, so they look almost nothing alike lol
Screenshot of an elf Rook, Asra Laidir, looking off screen. Screenshot of an elf Rook, Alina de Riva, in the same pose looking off screen.
December 2, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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On the plus side, I finally made good on my word.

Asra Laidir, Lord of Fortune, fire mage, and definitely only here to lay low from killing that guy. (And because her half-sister is here...and eventually for that pretty Tevinter mage too...)

#datv #asralaidir
Screenshot of a dark skinned elf Rook, Asra Laidir, squinting at the something off screen Screenshot of a dark skinned elf Rook, Asra Laidir, looking off screen Screenshot of a dark skinned elf Rook, Asra Laidir, smiling
December 2, 2025 at 2:39 AM
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I came home to this face though so at least there's that
An orange tabby resting his head on a gray fluffy bed
November 28, 2025 at 9:36 PM
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"Hope thus became the heaviest burden one could carry."

Vaelus's turn :)

#cr4 #criticalrole4

archiveofourown.org/works/736094...
A screenshot of a fanfic on Ao3 Title: Whither doth haste, Nightingale? Summary: Four souls endured unspeakable tragedy. Four souls witnessed a nigh impossible miracle. And four souls must contend with what it all means now.
November 10, 2025 at 1:46 AM
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Realizing I *can* just put my baby girl in her endgame look without having to play through 3 acts to do so.

And I can just keep chanting 'death knight' over and over while doing so.

#bg3
Screenshot of Baldur's Gate 3 of an elven Tav with tanned skin, black and red hair, and wearing the Armor of Agility dyed furnace black/red. Her right eye is a glowing gold and left is a greenish hazel and she appears to have red facial tattoos A closeup of the prior elf Tav
November 9, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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13 years and I've finally FINALLY seen them live 😭
A somewhat blurry photo of Of Monsters and Men on stage
November 5, 2025 at 4:04 AM
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Late night posting hours

#cr4 #criticalrole4

archiveofourown.org/works/736094...
A screenshot of a fanfic on Ao3 Title: Whither doth haste, Nightingale? Summary: Four souls endured unspeakable tragedy. Four souls witnessed a nigh impossible miracle. And four souls must contend with what it all means now.
November 3, 2025 at 6:06 AM
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'Tis Ween.

Have a Tav ghost story mini-fic that I totally failed at making a full fic in time. But Trick deserves lore drops on Halloween.

(Blood and violent death mentions if anyone actually decides to read this shit)

#bg3
She moved through the bodies effortlessly, almost as if floating above them, and he couldn’t help but wonder how many times the image of this place had haunted her into having such delicate precision around the dead. Or…maybe it was ingrained. He wouldn’t have noticed it if he wasn’t taking such care to watch where he was placing his own feet, but each of her soft footfalls landed next to another step taken in the bloody trail traveling in the opposite direction. If his quickly growing assumptions held any water, he couldn’t ignore the growing discomfort of it being just…correct. An obvious, heralded return after a hundred years. Gale stilled a few paces behind her when she reached her destination, stopping just before the staff and the massive pool of blood resting below it. Barely breathing, he watched as she gingerly freed a hand from its glove and reached out, drawing the tips of her fingers down the finely carved wood of the glowing staff. Requiem, she had called it Requiem. He could not see the expression she wore with how she was standing—he could barely even begin to imagine what she was feeling—but he witnessed the shudder that wracked her frame, a body he never would have called small despite her stature, but one that looked utterly miniscule in her armor in this moment. Her shoulders heaved with a breath just before Trick dropped to her knees, fingers still tracing down Requiem until they reached the bottom. The pool of blood. He couldn’t tear his eyes away despite the churning in his gut when pale, golden laced fingers dipped into the dark scarlet. She pulled her hand back out, holding it steadily in the air while both of them watched crimson streaking and staining her hand as it dripped back down to darker depths below. “Trick.” His voice shook despite his best efforts to contain it. Horror, confusion, sadness, he wasn’t sure which it was that caused the tremor but regardless of which, he knew this wasn’t right. This wasn’t her, this wasn’t the Trick he had come to know over the past couple of months. The Kelemvorite always walked in lockstep with her God’s domain, but she did so with an equal reverence of life. She held an understanding, a respect, a love for life that only someone who dealt with its end ever could. And she did not revel in death so much as she held it in the deepest regards. Her religion was her duty, but it never entailed…this. Unless… “Mine.” The wind carried her whisper to him, and Gale noticed she half-turned to him. Her golden eye glowed at him half-lidded, the rest of her expression unreadable. Blood continued dripping down her upheld hand. “It’s mine.” Somehow, that was the answer he feared most. Slowly, he made his way to stand next to her in front of this pool of blood she claimed as her own. The first thing he noticed, to his chagrin, were the red prints surrounding it. Flailing handprints and scarlet dots on the ground that could only be from fingers desperately clawing at the dirt, digging in search for one last chance that never came. And of course, the set of footprints that showed something…someone did, eventually, walk away. Another, roiling wave nearly had his stomach coming out of his throat. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her hand lowering to the ground, wiping more blood against the grass. One more stain surrounding the pool. It was such a minor amount in comparison, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from it. It was so…so much blood. “Trick.” Gale swallowed, tongue thick against the bile in his throat. “Did you…?” He finally noticed when the cleric turned to him in full. In the light of the staff, in the light of her, he saw the glittering in the corners of her eyes. The question died in the fresh burn at the back of his throat. He already knew the answer anyways. If it was truly hers, and she had no reason to lie given the insanity of the rest of the day, then it was simply too much blood. He still received an answer. Gale gasped as pain burst in three points on the back of his neck, piercing and tearing and ripping through delicate muscle and sinew until a flash of light fading into darkness assaulted his vision. The confusion of a misty gray crossroads appeared as desperation and a deep, innate sense of wrongness reverberated in every bone of his body. A knowledge of a thousand souls lost echoed in his very core. A whispered promise, an oath to right wrongs he never thought—never had, he never had—he would have to make falling from his lips—his lips? Not his lips, hers, though… Another flash of light faded into darkness. A body—his, but not his—crawled from the ground, soaked and broken and providing the light needed to see. Words fell from his mouth, words he barely knew—he did not have the Power—but the confusion was not just his own. She barely knew what she spoke, she was not a cleric from the start, but she was being guided by the divine now. Power she was not trained to wield coursed through her body, splitting, cracking the more she used it, face burning, neck burning, arms and hands burning until it could barely be contained and a scream erupted into the unnatural silence. A scream as ravaged and pleading and brokenly hopeful as that echoing howl. Looking down at her, another cold realization swept through him. There was a wolf that stalked these lands, but it was no craven beast, and it did heed a master. There was a woman who haunted these lands, returned after a hundred years with a purpose he could barely relate, but one he now understood. This was a ghost story, but they were all merely spectators of the show. Trick alone was both star and victim, both haunted and haunting. The echoing footsteps from someone not quite of this realm leading a thousand specters behind her.
November 1, 2025 at 12:19 AM
abyss-keeper.bsky.social
SOMEONE thinks all that work is for him
An orange tabby cat
October 26, 2025 at 4:00 AM
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Postin' hole
A large wooden board with the word "hole" written in fluorescent pink spray paint. There is a dirt hole in front of the board
October 16, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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Ah. Bleach claims another
The bottom of a blue shirt covered in white spots
October 14, 2025 at 5:29 PM
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Did I cave immediately?

Yeah

Is my desk 100% better with Dozy here?

Yeah
October 11, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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Genuinely, I just think Solas deserves a little gremlin to bully him and I think Alina deserves to be that gremlin.

Also something something reflections of each other something something.

#datv #alinaderiva
"The only thing you are primed to do at this altar to the end of the world is drag your blade across her throat." Her words were a low rasp, but it was not her growl that echoed around the clearing in warning. She didn't heed it. "All you will do is draw scarlet from her skin and call it silk to convince yourself it is a gift—!" "Enough!" Alina dove to the side when he lunged for her, large claws and muscular legs scrambling to sink into her if she wasn't quick enough. She was. She knew what she was courting by daring to speak of the Inquisitor. She tumbled just once before springing back to her feet. Metal coated her tongue once more and she turned her head to the side, a similar scarlet splattering on the grass at her feet. Hers or his, she couldn't tell. In the currency of beasts, it didn't matter. Blood was blood. "Only hit dogs bay like you do, Solas," she spat. Her attention returned to him and she flashed a smirk to his bared fangs. "Tell me, where did I strike worst?"
October 7, 2025 at 2:09 AM
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Wyll and Fi? Wyll and Fi.

Brain demanded if I was going to put words on a page then they were going to be lighter. Fair enough. I miss these two honestly.

#bg3
"Besides." She sat up and moved her hand to push her hair behind the pointed tip of her ear. She blinked twice before smirking at him. "We match now." Wyll's gaze lingered on her, subtly dancing between her eyes. Finally, one side of his lips tilted upwards. "I think your eye is more pink than red, Fi." She huffed a breath, not quite a laugh but not far from it. "You'd be the first surfacer to think that," she muttered. There was a reason she obscured it, after all. "Too pink to be 'pure' in Menzoberranzan, but still red enough to be considered as such up here." "Maybe many of us surfacers are colorblind," he offered. She did laugh at that. "Besides--" he matched her cadence when he said the word, but leaned closer, "--I would hardly call those eyes of yours monstrous." Fiona met his gaze full on, one slate gray, the color of stone, and the other now blood red pooled on black. She remembered when both were warm brown and young. Eager. A spark of both remained still somewhere in those depths, but they were tempered, not by age but experience he shouldn't have. And despite herself, for one brief moment, all she wanted to do was disregard the secrets lying between them and reach out to touch him. To brush her hand across his cheek and reassure him, like she always used to do. She settled for her words, instead whispering, "No more monstrous than yours, I'm sure." His lips pulled into that small smile again, but gradually slipped into concentration...fascination the longer he stared down at her. If he were anyone else, she'd assume an attempted kiss was incoming and would react accordingly. And true, she'd happily accept in this instance...but this was Wyll. It was far too soon--"too soon"--and he was too polite to impose in such a way as this. So, she waited to see what had caught his attention. When another several seconds passed and he still said nothing, she finally tilted her head. "D'you find your lost socks in there or something?"
October 6, 2025 at 4:56 AM
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Shocky sniper
Screenshot from SWTOR of a Chiss woman with blue skin and black hair tied back in a ponytail. She's wearing dark glasses, a metallic red jacket, and a black body suit with brown belts and silver buckles. She stands in front of a rainy window holding a silver and black sniper rifle with red sparks
October 2, 2025 at 4:22 AM
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Cyberpunked my imperial agent tonight
Screenshot of a Chiss woman with blue skin and black hair tied back in a ponytail. She's wearing dark glasses, a metallic red jacket, and a black body suit with brown belts and silver buckles
October 1, 2025 at 2:15 AM
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Accepting defeat and will be expanding this into a whole fic because apparently my brain demands it.

#datv #alinaderiva
An Eluvian. Which would be concerning in and of itself, but the hulking mass of black fur and too many eyes reflected in its pane was the more striking matter at hand. It was a relief, honestly. It shouldn't have been, but for the briefest of seconds, she feared it was one of the other ones finally deigning to grace her with their presence. That it was only him still was…not good, especially since this was pointedly not the prison, but he wasn't new. Wasn't unknown—as unknown. She knew how to deal with him, at least. "Oh, it's you," she said to the glass. Laughter rang out into the churning stillness, a low rumble akin to thunder. Or a growl. "You truly do not scare easily, do you?" Solas asked. "That is not the typical response most would have to a visit from the Dread Wolf." Her brow rose. "Should I be scared?" That was the question she'd been asking from the start. It was the question he still refused to answer.
September 30, 2025 at 3:52 AM
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Sleepin' good
An orange tabby cat with his face pressed in a brown chair An orange tabby cat sleeping on a brown chair
September 29, 2025 at 1:23 AM
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I'm pretending I do not see it because he's technically not supposed to be there
An orange cat laying on a black chair underneath a table
September 20, 2025 at 1:25 AM
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POV: your name is Lucanis Dellamorte and you don't know it yet, but after you kill a couple of gods you'll get to call her wife and do this every day for the rest of your life.

#datv #rook #alinaderiva
Screenshot from Dragon Age: The Veilguard of Rook Alina de Riva, a dark haired elf with blue eyes and face tattoos. She's facing to the right, smiling at someone off screen. Screenshot from Dragon Age: The Veilguard of Rook Alina de Riva, a dark haired elf with blue eyes and face tattoos. She's facing the camera smiling at someone off screen
September 19, 2025 at 11:43 PM
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Great news! I might be coming back to be annoying as hell about her again.
Screenshot of Rook Alina de Riva, an elf with long, dark hair, blue eyes, and blue facial tattoos Screenshot of Rook Alina de Riva, an elf with long, dark hair, blue eyes, and blue facial tattoos
September 13, 2025 at 5:58 AM
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Some kind of AITSF fic idk

archiveofourown.org/works/70391306
Psynchronicity by firestormrunner Summary: Six years and the worst sense of deja vu are all that stand between those two events... Pewter remembers when he was on the other side of the glass. "This was always bound to end catastrophically." He remembers thinking it then too. It was always true, he just never had any idea how true. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: None apply Categores: Gen, M/M Fandom: AITSF Relationships: Boss & Pewter, Renju/Pewter, Boss & Date Characters: Boss, Pewter Addtional tags: Mentioned Date Kaname, Mentioned Okiura Renju, Mentioned Sejima Saito, AITSF Spoilers, Boss/Date if you squint, or if you don't idk anymore, Character study, not beta'd we die etc, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, op got hit hard with feelings for the original 3 cops Language: English Published: 2025-09-05 Words: 8730 Chapters: 1/1
September 6, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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I think it finally decided it's done.

Now to wait until tomorrow to find out if the stuff I dribbled out at 1am actually makes sense.
September 5, 2025 at 5:20 AM
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They're so so normal. About each other and the ones they love.

#datv #alinaderiva
"He would tell me to do it without hesitation." There was no hesitation in her assumption either. She knew. All the words left unsaid and actions left untaken between them were meant to make that decision easier. Little lies to tell themselves as if that actually worked. If it truly came to it thought, Lucanis would tell her to do it. There was no question. "Then tell me, Rook," his voice drifted around her. With only his smugness brushing against her skin, she knew what his question was before he asked. "On which leg do you stand to judge me?" "Do you honestly believe she wants you to sacrifice the world she gave everything for?" Alina pressed. A crack rang out in the distance, her head snapped towards the sound. It was too far for her to do anything with at the moment, but one of them was bound to trip. It was a start, the first trap laid. If there was one thing she was trained for, it was to smell blood in the air. To catch that scent, latch on, and follow it to its bitter, biting end. Perhaps then this was the second trap laid. The first was in the Dread Wolf not recognizing she knew how to hunt, too.
August 22, 2025 at 4:54 PM
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Hey. Hey! *shakes the glass jar I put them in* What the fuck are you two doing in there?

#datv #alinaderiva
"Tell me, da'len"--his voice wrapped around the word with a sickly sweet maliciousness that had her lips curling--"would you relinquish your precious Crow for this idyllic future you cling to?" "Fenhedis," she spit, incensed that he believed he had a point. Incensed he dared reference Lucanis. "Dirth ma banal, lethallin," she growled, the words heavy on her tongue but not quite as unnatural as she would have liked. Never as unnatural as she would have others believe. "Ah ah," he tutted back, a dark, melodious hum. "Nae mir. Mar solas ena mar din." A chuckle echoed around her, low and amused, patronizing and dangerous. Her hair stood on ends while sharp eyes scanned her blackened surroundings, searching for any sign of him prowling near her. When she saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing, she continued carefully picking her way through the underbrush, never straying too close to the open center and its inviting light. "You speak Elvish well for being Antivan," Solas teased. Or praised. Honestly she could rarely tell which, teetering between vicious mockery and begrudging respect as they did. Still. She didn't dignify that with a response, wasn't willing to volley her own words back at him. She was Antivan, she didn't need to prove it. All she needed to do was find him. "You also did not afford an answer to my question," he added when her silence stretched too long. That one gave her pause, foot hovering in the air before taking her next step. "I was not aware a rhetorical question required an answer," Alina admitted. "It was not rhetorical," he said. "I am curious towards your answer." "You are no such simple thing," she bit back. It earned her a well-humored snort.
August 22, 2025 at 3:21 AM