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 was fairly certain he'd not been in the cottage when last he'd been in Thedas, yet the thatched roof stared back at him, the ratty ex-stray with the notched ear, Old Tom, curled into his side snoring, and the dawn light was just filtering in through the window as though it were a perfectly normal day for it.
The fleet, Duplicity, faces and names and experiences rested in his mind exactly as he thought they should, but it was the lack of buzz in his mind that signaled his spirit friend's presence that proved it hadn't been an elaborate dream. No taint, no Justice...but no Hawke, either.
Well, no of course not, on the road or not, Hawke had left for Skyhold some months ago. If he were back in the cottage, it might even be further back than that, if the missing mage weren't simply up making breakfast for them. That was the first step, then: figure out when he was and go from there.
With a small annoyed huff, Tom let Anders up and took the mage's warm spot on the bed as he stood to dress and re-tie his hair as he moved into the main room. Part of him knew it would be empty, but he still hoped to see that white hair and shining ice-blue eyes.
He was not, however, expecting to be wrong about both things. Hawke was no where to be seen, but a lump of a person on the floor, back to Anders but clearly still breathing, was not what he expected either. Cautiously, he approached the stranger (was it a stranger? Something tickled in his mind that this person was known and yet-) and nudged the man's shoulder with the toe of his boot.
Grunting inelegantly is all Dean's momentarily capable of, insides lodged up behind his sternum and a might-be-more-than-an-idle-threat nausea inhabiting the space his stomach used to reside in. That's what it feels like, anyway, a displaced sensation that grows all the more intense the more his brain switches on, lighting up with activity until he can no longer stave off consciousness, like a heavy weight being dropped around his neck.
It'll take him a second - maybe two - to remember a fraction of what his existence now means and how it's relative to his surroundings. Honestly, it's freakin' mind-bending trying to fit it all inside his skull.
"'m up, 'm up, okay."
Alright, maybe he needs a few seconds longer to remember how he came to be here. Who he'd asked to make it possible. Where he'd come from that wasn't a straight jump from the city of Duplicity to... here. Making a move to lever himself upright, he brushes the back of his head with his palm consolingly, like he's hit it, and finally turns a grouchy frown upward.
A frown that melts at the sight of the familiar face hovering above him until it's a broad, beaming grin from ear to ear.
"You thought I wasn't gonna hunt your ass down, eh?"
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makinglies2021-06-14 01:43 pm
Not In Kansas
The fleet, Duplicity, faces and names and experiences rested in his mind exactly as he thought they should, but it was the lack of buzz in his mind that signaled his spirit friend's presence that proved it hadn't been an elaborate dream. No taint, no Justice...but no Hawke, either.
Well, no of course not, on the road or not, Hawke had left for Skyhold some months ago. If he were back in the cottage, it might even be further back than that, if the missing mage weren't simply up making breakfast for them. That was the first step, then: figure out when he was and go from there.
With a small annoyed huff, Tom let Anders up and took the mage's warm spot on the bed as he stood to dress and re-tie his hair as he moved into the main room. Part of him knew it would be empty, but he still hoped to see that white hair and shining ice-blue eyes.
He was not, however, expecting to be wrong about both things. Hawke was no where to be seen, but a lump of a person on the floor, back to Anders but clearly still breathing, was not what he expected either. Cautiously, he approached the stranger (was it a stranger? Something tickled in his mind that this person was known and yet-) and nudged the man's shoulder with the toe of his boot.
"Mind explaining to me why you are in my house?"
SO RUSTY I'M SORRY but also weh boys
It'll take him a second - maybe two - to remember a fraction of what his existence now means and how it's relative to his surroundings. Honestly, it's freakin' mind-bending trying to fit it all inside his skull.
"'m up, 'm up, okay."
Alright, maybe he needs a few seconds longer to remember how he came to be here. Who he'd asked to make it possible. Where he'd come from that wasn't a straight jump from the city of Duplicity to... here. Making a move to lever himself upright, he brushes the back of his head with his palm consolingly, like he's hit it, and finally turns a grouchy frown upward.
A frown that melts at the sight of the familiar face hovering above him until it's a broad, beaming grin from ear to ear.
"You thought I wasn't gonna hunt your ass down, eh?"