Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

This is a list of all of renshai's and my alternate universes for Lena'n'Max, because I'd already done this here on tumblr but I wanted to add some of the ones we've thought of since and give it a little restructure (since now we have AUs of AUs and WE DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM)

( The main and relatively fleshed-out ones )

( The fractal AUs, or AUs of AUs )

( The one-off, prompt-based, or otherwise less-explored ones )

Need to chase down fic links and add them where appropriate...

I DID THE THING?? This is the Overwatch AU that I have with renshai for our Saints Row bosses, because we're huge fucking nerds. The 'verse centers on former Overwatch brats Lena McCarroll and Max Eshkibog, daughters of decorated Blackwatch operatives Maddie McCarroll and Lilah Eshkibog. After their moms are reported killed in action, the girls are sent away to a US Marines boot camp and a Canadian military academy, respectively. The Recall happens when they're about 24-25.

Fandom: Overwatch, mostly
Characters in this bit: Lena McCarroll, Ana Amari
Word count: 1608
Rating: Very soft teen for lots of swearing and abandonment issues

Summary: Lena is trying and failing to get comfortable in New Overwatch (TM), and gets her second visit from a ghost.

Also here @ AO3, here @ tumblr.

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The sun is just rising, orange light filling the cracks in the windows of the new Overwatch’s HQ, or more accurately, its hide-out. Likely abandoned since shortly after the Omnic crisis, it’s only marginally worse than the Saints’ base of operations, low-profile and generally low-tech except for the few amenities that Winston has managed to repair or install himself. The old dormitory’s doors don’t lock, and the beds are worse than the granite slab of a mattress she’d had in boot camp. There’s a kitchenette with an unreliable oven and no dishwasher, and the only furniture in the adjacent rec room is Winston’s tire swing and a musty couch with a persistent odor of stale coffee.

( And thank fuck for coffee )

(So, this is the continuation of my Warden’s story, after the events of Dragon Age II and before Dragon Age: Inquisition; it features guest appearances by sakuratsukikage's Mahariel, Arelan, who is Lyna's younger brother in this 'verse. The title is from Leaves of Grass, 171. France, the 18th year of These States, by Walt Whitman.)

Fandom: Dragon Age (post-DAII, pre-Inquisition)
Characters: Lyna Mahariel/Alistair, Arelan Mahariel/Zevran, Hawke, Anders, other minor characters
Chapter word count: 2517
Chapter rating: G

Summary: Kirkwall’s Chantry lies in ruins, and mages across Thedas rise against their oppressors. How long can the Fereldan Grey Wardens remain neutral? And to where has the Champion of Kirkwall disappeared?

Also here @ AO3, here @ tumblr.

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Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued retribution?
Could I wish humanity different?
Could I wish the people made of wood and stone?
Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?

—Walt Whitman

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( Lyna had been dreaming about a halla )

(I posted this on Tumblr ages ago, but I never got around to putting it on AO3 or here. Not that it's a big deal, because it's short and entirely silly and I hopelessly ship my OCs with other people's OCs. Most importantly, I'm not sorry.)

Fandom: Dragon Age
Characters: Lyna Mahariel, Taliesin Mahariel, Radha
Word Count: 560
Rating: G

(Also on AO3 here.)

( It had always been a more-or-less innocent game between them )

The King's (Or Not) Maille
Fandom: Dragon Age
Characters: Lyna Mahariel, Alistair Theirin
Word Count: 1474
Rating: G
Summary: What to do with King Cailan's armor recovered from Ostagar? Alistair and Mahariel discuss.

( 'But it's King Cailan's,' Alistair said hesitantly. )

Soooo, this is the thing I mentioned last post, the Sappho poem that struck me and reminded me of the Dalish elves and which I have translated and slightly adapted to be actually relevant to the Dalish. Um. I have retained as much of the original as possible, because what really drew me to it initially was the descriptions of nature in it, and mostly have just altered references to deities and things with symbolic meaning.

I have a lot of other thoughts on this, but I will spare you. XD

( Dalish love poem (adapted from Sappho's fragment, Δεῦρύ μ' ἐκ Κρήτας) )

Edit: ( And more thoughts )

"Proposition 8 fails to advance any rational basis in singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license. Indeed, the evidence shows Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California Constitution the notion that opposite sex couples are superior to same-sex couples. Because California has no interest in discriminating against gay men and lesbians, and because Proposition 8 prevents California from fulfilling its constitutional obligation to provide marriages on an equal basis, the court concludes that Proposition 8 is unconstitutional." - VAUGHN R WALKER, United States District Chief Judge

My mother just texted me to tell me. Not gonna lie, I just cried a little from joy.