Canon-AU (Change this one thing, large or small/how the world works/in-world events etc)
Full AU (Transplant from one world to another, but AU'd into the new world)
Dimension-hop (Transplant with canon memories in tact)
General Good Ol' Fashioned Tropes
Jamjar-style with an original universe setting (ala a game OR lifting a previous/other game setting simply for the purpose of the PSL ie Duplicity, Noctium, Random Underwater City, Random Magic city in the cky etc)
Smut/shipping welcome as long as it either makes sense or is built up into making sense
ABO/Monster kink/Ds stuff welcome wtfever you want to play let's do it
General Nos/needs discussion
Rape/full non-con plots
Torture-porn/excessive gore
Completely Grimmdark/Hopeless Settings
Modern AUs unless there's an interesting angle to work with for the characters in question
HOW THIS WORKS
Comment with who you're looking for/what character combo we're wanting
Feel free to put a starter, a general idea/scenario with as much or little detail as you'd like, or a general vibe of a thing if you Have A Feeling but not a plan!
Can be a scene or a full PSL with multiple plot points/scenes or change from one to the other depending on what we're feeling
Hit me up on Lysoke or Discord (Lysoke#7079) or PM or right here for any plotting/discussion before or after/during!
This is LOW PRESSURE when you want to play, I'll be here and if you lose interest/don't have time/don't want to for ANY reason no problem at all! Just let me know and we can pause or abandon or revamp, this is supposed to be fun!
Probably gonna be slow paced unless I happen to be around to boomerang just due to work or other hobbies, but that doesn't mean I'm not excited about it, promise!
He hadn't really been expecting to find himself back in Thedas. On some level, he'd known it was always a possibility, but he'd been gone for long enough and entangled in other worlds, that it had seemed a distant one at best. Yet the green-brown plains of Orlais stretched out before him the same as they'd been when he'd left them nearly three years ago now.
He'd continued on, then, his path nearly forgotten but long-set as he headed to meet Hawke at the edge of the Anderfels and continue on their way to Weisshaupt and the Wardens. Only a month of travel and another two weeks of waiting later...there was no Hawke. By the time the messenger bird Varric liked to use found him asking if he'd seen their missing friend, the stone in Anders' gut had long since settled. He'd returned to Thedas...and Hawke hadn't.
Was that how this worked? They'd assumed time stopped, but was it more that they'd simply created another Thedas by disappearing? Was it that he would arrive back sometime and find Anders and continue on their way as they were supposed to...but it would be a different Anders? Or even the same Anders but not him?
The migraine he developed even considering that as he downed another pint was favorable to the lonely aimlessness stretching out ahead of him. Did he go to the Wardens? Go back to their cottage in Orlais? Turn himself in? Wander around aimlessly until he just stopped moving? There were too many options and not enough answers to be found at the bottom of his mug.
The door of the dingy tavern opened and the cool near-desert air rushed in signaling the arrival of likely another trail-worn traveler finding the only place to rest for miles, but Anders was too far in his own ale-muddled mind to bother looking up. This close to the Anderfels, he had no reason to believe it would be anyone he knew.
That night, Vanessa had gone to sleep like any other, laying to rest her head against the pillow in her bed, in one of the upstairs rooms of her townhome in a city she had resided in for the past several years. There was no reason to think that this morning would be any different, that she would not open her eyes and be exactly where she has awoken every morning that she can recall — and yet when she rose, it was to a land that sprawled out for miles, with nothing familiar glimpsed in either direction. The only possible means of enduring was to set out on foot, the blanket she had slept with draped across her shoulders in an attempt to partially shield the fabric of her nightgown.
The first place she discovered could have been enough to at least secure a knowledge of where she was, but beyond that, she could not necessarily do more for herself — she was stranded in a strange land, with no money to speak of and no means of accomplishing more than simply learning where she had awoken, to say nothing of the manner in which she was dressed.
The wind bracing against her body as she shoved her weight against the tavern door nearly prompted her to stumble in when the latter finally gave way, scraping across the floor, and she staggered in, reflexively tugging the wrap of her blanket up over her shoulder and glancing around blearily as her eyes adjusted to the dim. There were no faces in here that she could recognize, no one who appeared more than merely curious before returning to their pints, and yet — the man seated at a table a short distance away, with his back turned to her, felt unquestionably familiar.
It was a sense that she could confirm for herself after crossing the space and turning to position herself before him, peering down into his face — unmistakably someone known to her, now.
"Forgive me for intruding, sir, but would the name... Duplicity mean anything to you?"
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makinglies2021-06-14 01:43 pm
A Witching Way
He'd continued on, then, his path nearly forgotten but long-set as he headed to meet Hawke at the edge of the Anderfels and continue on their way to Weisshaupt and the Wardens. Only a month of travel and another two weeks of waiting later...there was no Hawke. By the time the messenger bird Varric liked to use found him asking if he'd seen their missing friend, the stone in Anders' gut had long since settled. He'd returned to Thedas...and Hawke hadn't.
Was that how this worked? They'd assumed time stopped, but was it more that they'd simply created another Thedas by disappearing? Was it that he would arrive back sometime and find Anders and continue on their way as they were supposed to...but it would be a different Anders? Or even the same Anders but not him?
The migraine he developed even considering that as he downed another pint was favorable to the lonely aimlessness stretching out ahead of him. Did he go to the Wardens? Go back to their cottage in Orlais? Turn himself in? Wander around aimlessly until he just stopped moving? There were too many options and not enough answers to be found at the bottom of his mug.
The door of the dingy tavern opened and the cool near-desert air rushed in signaling the arrival of likely another trail-worn traveler finding the only place to rest for miles, but Anders was too far in his own ale-muddled mind to bother looking up. This close to the Anderfels, he had no reason to believe it would be anyone he knew.
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The first place she discovered could have been enough to at least secure a knowledge of where she was, but beyond that, she could not necessarily do more for herself — she was stranded in a strange land, with no money to speak of and no means of accomplishing more than simply learning where she had awoken, to say nothing of the manner in which she was dressed.
The wind bracing against her body as she shoved her weight against the tavern door nearly prompted her to stumble in when the latter finally gave way, scraping across the floor, and she staggered in, reflexively tugging the wrap of her blanket up over her shoulder and glancing around blearily as her eyes adjusted to the dim. There were no faces in here that she could recognize, no one who appeared more than merely curious before returning to their pints, and yet — the man seated at a table a short distance away, with his back turned to her, felt unquestionably familiar.
It was a sense that she could confirm for herself after crossing the space and turning to position herself before him, peering down into his face — unmistakably someone known to her, now.
"Forgive me for intruding, sir, but would the name... Duplicity mean anything to you?"