lemon 🍋 | she/her | lvl 37 | midwest/EST| queer & married | basically just a sentient ball of yarn
hey y’all! i’m just a gal who’s been in fandom for nigh on 20 years who’s come back to tumblr after a bit of a break. i’m getting back to my creative roots of writing, RPing, and letting the blorbos run amok.
my major brainrot at the moment is dragon age, but don’t be surprised in d&d/ttrpgs, star wars, the locked tomb, or any other number of fandoms pop up!
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would you like to write with me? or even just chat about our characters and how they would interact? i would like that, too!
all of my OCs are open for RP, ask memes, or even just us yelling back in forth in all caps about how our characters might interact!
i also like to write various canon characters 💖
Dasha Laidir, Lord of Fortune Rook | personality codex | backstory | quick start guide
thank you so much for the tag, @maagisterpavus! this one was super fun and quick! that the quiz HERE and let us know what your OC got! below the cut, you’ll find my results for dasha, valentina, felix, and reth!
DASHA LAIDIR
this is… quite accurate, actually!
VALENTINA CASTELUCCI
damn, okay, this quiz is 2/2, so far!
FELIX SOMMERS
felix is a little hard to pin down (even for me, tbh), so i would say this is… slightly more accurate than not.
I love character sheets and I remembered I have free will so I made one! Made with Rook in mind, but you can use it for any Veilguard OC. I recommend Photoshop, or a free alternative like Photopea.
[YOU CAN DOWNLOAD IT FROM HERE]
font used was astoria roman
If you like it, please reblog so other people can also find it <3 Credit is appreciated, and if you tagged me I would be even happier because I would love to see your 🫵 character(s)! :^)
ahhhh i can’t believe gen con is next week!!! i’m almost done making all the friendship bracelets and keychains that i want to hand out as trinkets. i put one of all my designs on my backpack for advertisement and well…
i like to have variety, what can i say! (all the keychains say GC26 with lots of different colors/pride flag options, most of the bracelets says gencon but i also have health/mana/stamina ones)
Rules: Tell me about your writing! Pick a scene/chapter from one of your fics (or I'll suggest one!) and add any commentary you feel like. Why that line? How come this plot twist? What does the eyebrow waggle MEAN?!?! I want the dirt and I can only smash my face up against the glass of your stories so hard before I start to leave smudges.
thank you so much for the tag, @redaresss! i feel like i actually have writing worth talking about, so here we go! i'm pulling a few paragraphs from the climactic scene from 'many arms around the mast', where dasha is finally able to confront the man who had held her in captivity for so long. the scene, and my commentary are below the cut!
It was her way on the battlefield to overwhelm. Move fast, rain down arrows, light fuses and smash open glass flasks before the enemy even knew she was there. The flash bang of the style she had cultivated with the Lords would not serve her, but the body that she had nurtured, built, and decorated in her time of freedom brought her upon him with both speed and fury.
i really wanted to highlight dasha's physicality here. the way she's grown-- literally-- since leaving tevinter. she's strong now, strong in a way that would have been completely unthinkable to both of them before she found her freedom.
"Dasha—" is all he can get out before her foot slammed into his chest and knocked him back the few inches he had managed to leverage himself up, his hands slipping almost comically against the slick stone.
"Shut your mouth," she hissed between clenched teeth. She knew she hadn't given him a choice, knocking the breath from him like that, but it was a command that he followed all the same. And for a moment, all she could think was, this? This is the feeling that he buys and sells for? Dasha did not know how it was possible, but Ambrose Otho was more pathetic than she could have ever imagined.
okay, this was a really, really important part for me to get right. i had a few things i knew i wanted to accomplish. one, i didn't want him to get a chance to speak or plead for his life-- he's just not worth it. and it was never a question of whether she was going to kill him or not, so why let him draw it out? two, i wanted her to find a new depth of complete disgust for him. she's the one in power now, and it makes her feel... nothing. and it's what he's built his whole life around.
He looked… the same, really. His hair was longer, maybe, a few more lines carved into his face. Neither lean or plump, ugly or beautiful. An oddity, among the magisters and mages that he bought from and sold to. No magic himself, no family name. A soft spoken, unremarkable man that wasn't a threat to the Altus and affluent of the city.
reinforcing just how utterly unremarkable he is. it was important to me that he wasn't an altus or a mage or some grotesque monster, i really wanted to highlight how to culture around slavery could be exploited by anyone willing to engage with it. he's just some guy and yet the system he's a part of allowed him to ruin the lives of multiple people.
"You know why I'm here," she said, and eased herself down fully from the ledge of the tub, sinking down into the water with him until it was her knee pressed to his damp chest.
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"Say it," she said again, and the dagger fell from her hand, unheeded. It skittered away from her and across the wet marble ledge. She didn't care; she didn't need it. Dasha braced her hands against the stone of the tub, and pressed down on his neck even more forcefully. The water kissed his chin, now, and it wouldn't be much longer before it claimed the rest of him.
"Yes," he finally rasped, and Dasha was given no satisfaction. But of course, he had never given her anything at all, had he?
the line about him never giving her anything was one i had rolling around in my head from the inception of this fic, and i'm really glad i was able to (i hope) use it successfully. killing him is something that she has to do, but in the sense of how you have to wash your clothes, you have to go to work. it's not a want or a need, just a... chore to be done. i also really wasn't interested in writing anything graphic. the drowning/murder is on screen, but we're really just zoomed in on dasha's face while she does it. she's the important player in this scene, not him.
anyway, that's my DVD behind-the-scenes commentary on my own fic! if you've read all of this, i love you and thank you very much 💖
I did iiiiiiit~ 🥹🥹Two weeks of work and I'm so proud omg. Look at her and her little detaaaaaaaails!
This was my first ever texture mod, it was a lot less scary that I thought it'd be! Bel has shockingly few textre mods, so i wanted to try and eb teh change I wanted to see in the world. I hope you guys love it as much as I do 💜
A retexture of Bellara's starting armor and casual outfit.
