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[ratbagjasper]

Jasper's Masterpost

Bout time I made a new one!

I'm Jasper (he/him), an illustrator from Aotearoa, currently living in Bulgaria. I mostly work with TTRPGs and do a ton of private commissions. I've recently got back into writing, so I work on fics in my spare time.

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Commissions

All my commission info is on my website, here. Got a couple of styles - realism and tarot style.

My site has the most up to date prices. I also offer commercial licensing depending on your needs!

Fics

Dawes Mercar

Castled Queenside

◈ Pairing: Rook x Lace Harding ◈ Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard ◈ Rating: Explicit ◈ Status: Complete, 240k

Summary: Dawes 'Rook' Mercar has long accepted that his life would be a grueling and bloody-knuckled fistfight. He dreams of a new Imperium, of slavery abolished, of the Venatori eradicated; but his blind vengeance for the murder of his mother muddies the waters of his intentions.

A chance meeting six months ago delivered him Scout Lace Harding, and impossibly, a reminder that goodness can still be found in some hearts. While he works through the brambles of his own mind, he asks her, selfishly, to wait for him.

In the throes of the Sixth Blight, his traitorous heart has other plans.

Between a Rook and a Hard Place

◈ Pairing: Rook x Lace Harding ◈ Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard ◈ Rating: Mature ◈ Status: Complete, 69k

Summary: Single-minded Dawes Mercar has known one thing from a very young age - the Venatori must die.

Minrathous is his home, and Minrathous hates him. Sometimes he thinks he hates it too. When a job with the Shadow Dragons goes so well (or so sideways, depending who you ask) that Dawes is asked to take some time away from the city, he never expected it would lead to a new purpose. And he never expected that purpose would arrive in the form of an optimistic, red-headed, freckled dwarf from Ferelden.

OR

Pre-Veilguard adventures of Rook and Harding, where Varric watches two idiots clearly in love with each other refuse to admit it for almost a year.

I'll Crawl Home to Her

◈ Pairing: Rook x Lace Harding ◈ Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard ◈ Rating: Teen ◈ Status: Complete, 4.1k

Summary: Months after Elgar'nan's fall, Neve Gallus feels the pebble of a mystery lodged in her boot. Rook hasn't been seen since Solas bound himself to the Veil, and though she tells herself to leave him alone in his grief, she can't help but feel the urge to shake the stone out once and for all.

OR

Dawes loses Lace at Tearstone, and Neve decides he's hidden from them long enough.

Other Fics

Let These Ruined Palms be Your Chantry

◈ Pairing: The Viper x Tarquin ◈ Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard ◈ Rating: Explicit ◈ Status: In Progress

Summary: Tarquin seeks change like a dog sniffs for scraps at the docks. Perhaps it's the familiarity of the path. From place to place, prize to prize, always trying to hunt down the end of it. Because there is an end, right? A city, a person, something. It wasn't Ventus, and it wasn't the military. It wasn't the Templar Order. The Shadow Dragons—now that's close. Names and faces and drinks to share and stories to laugh over. A man with a mask and many names and blue eyes, with a soft laugh and a sense of purpose so brightly burning he would've put Andraste herself to shame. And Tarquin feels that way, like a moth drawn to a flame. Can't get too close without getting burned.

Then a couple of corrupt gods escape their prison, and the Sixth Blight begins, and suddenly there are worse things he could throw himself on than a walking conflagration of divine ambition. Tarquin closes his eyes, because the heat of a hearth feels the same as a pyre when you stand this close.

OR

A character study dressed up in the raiments of porn-with-plot following Tarquin as he realises he's stupid in love with his boss.

OCs and Tags

Kismet Darlight

#wga:kismet ◈ toyhouse

Dawes Mercar

#dawes mercar ◈ #hardawes ◈ toyhouse

[cardboardfisher]

Needed new full body art of Mavis and also I love him. He's my Assassin Rogue-Cleric. He is loud and often fundamentally wrong and honestly going thru it rn

[abbielauren2024]

[ratbagjasper]

Let These Ruined Palms be Your Chantry: Chapter 4

All-Consuming and Never Satisfied

◈ Pairing: The Viper x Tarquin ◈ Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard ◈ Rating: Explicit

It's a funny thing, temptation. Tarquin's never thought himself the type to hold himself back from it. But he's tasted Ashur's lips, and the word takes on a new meaning when the space between him and the Viper is a damn near physical force.

Excerpt below the cut.

Tarquin clenched his fists tight on Ashur’s lapels. “And you didn’t tell me. None of it.” “I’m sorry.” “I might not be half as pissed if—if you even wanted to talk to me at all!” He shoved him again. “You can’t even look me in the eyes, and you’re acting like nothing happened on that rooftop. Like you’d rather fucking forget.” Ashur’s gaze flicked at last to his, his eyes widening with alarm. “Quin—” “Well maybe it’s not so easy for me. Maybe I’ve been driven crazy just by the thought of your lips for days. Like I’ve tasted nectar from the Golden City, and everything else is dust in comparison.” “I don’t…” “You don’t? You don’t?” Tarquin pressed close, shaking his head. The warmth from that proximity wasn’t the kind he’d hoped to stumble upon when he finally got this close. “Don’t what, Ashur? Don’t want? Never wanted? The way you blush says otherwise, you bastard.” Ashur looked away, and Tarquin’s anger was tied up in knots with his shame. He’d been a prize idiot to think he could have him. “If you don’t want any of this, just say it,” he whispered. “Don’t fucking string me along with those looks—yeah, I caught them, you prick. Don’t be a coward. Tell me you never want to taste me again and I’ll do you the favour you so clearly want and leave you alone.” Ashur’s chest was heaving, something like agony in his eyes. “Quin, I-I can’t—” Tarquin dropped his hands and took a stumbling step back as if Ashur had struck him. He nodded, slowly, biting hard on his cheek, swallowing back a stream of insults he was sure would ruin things completely between them. Another step, yet Ashur still stood there, slumped and ragged against the wall, and still not looking at him. Tarquin turned, and Ashur caught his arm. “Fuck—dammit, you’ve made it clear—” Then Ashur was pulling him close, lifting the veil of his mask up, and his lips were on Tarquin’s, hot and desperate. Tarquin had thought his world had flipped on its head enough over the last day or so. But this? This was something he knew how to take.

[artofcorinne]

Thought I'd try something new this month!

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[ratbagjasper]

o Warden my Warden!!!!

[megacarapa]

ok so this is another long shot but a few years ago there was a twitter post (in japanese i think?) that had measurememts for how to make this book stand thing out of cardboard that you could use to double up books and use up more space on shelves

back then i made a bunch of these but by now i lost the pic and dont know how to find the original post anymore

if it comes down to it i can just take one apart and get the measurements from there but i would be very grateful if anyone happens to have the original post or something similar??

[megacarapa]

don't mind how long it's been since i made this post, anyway i realized that i don't even need to take one apart to get the measurements when i can literally just unfold it and refold it /FACEPALM

so anyway here is the diagram for anyone else who is interested!!

this requires pretty big carboard pieces, if you have a really big box or something you can make it from one piece, but if you don't, you can also just make each of the pieces individually and then tape them together

and then in the end you put it together like this!!

and then when you make a bunch you can put them all next to each other and stack your books like crazy

EVERYONE START GETTING MORE USE OUT OF YOUR SPACE NOW!!!!

[ratbagjasper]

Let These Ruined Palms be Your Chantry: Chapter 4

All-Consuming and Never Satisfied

◈ Pairing: The Viper x Tarquin ◈ Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard ◈ Rating: Explicit

It's a funny thing, temptation. Tarquin's never thought himself the type to hold himself back from it. But he's tasted Ashur's lips, and the word takes on a new meaning when the space between him and the Viper is a damn near physical force.

Excerpt below the cut.

Tarquin clenched his fists tight on Ashur’s lapels. “And you didn’t tell me. None of it.” “I’m sorry.” “I might not be half as pissed if—if you even wanted to talk to me at all!” He shoved him again. “You can’t even look me in the eyes, and you’re acting like nothing happened on that rooftop. Like you’d rather fucking forget.” Ashur’s gaze flicked at last to his, his eyes widening with alarm. “Quin—” “Well maybe it’s not so easy for me. Maybe I’ve been driven crazy just by the thought of your lips for days. Like I’ve tasted nectar from the Golden City, and everything else is dust in comparison.” “I don’t…” “You don’t? You don’t?” Tarquin pressed close, shaking his head. The warmth from that proximity wasn’t the kind he’d hoped to stumble upon when he finally got this close. “Don’t what, Ashur? Don’t want? Never wanted? The way you blush says otherwise, you bastard.” Ashur looked away, and Tarquin’s anger was tied up in knots with his shame. He’d been a prize idiot to think he could have him. “If you don’t want any of this, just say it,” he whispered. “Don’t fucking string me along with those looks—yeah, I caught them, you prick. Don’t be a coward. Tell me you never want to taste me again and I’ll do you the favour you so clearly want and leave you alone.” Ashur’s chest was heaving, something like agony in his eyes. “Quin, I-I can’t—” Tarquin dropped his hands and took a stumbling step back as if Ashur had struck him. He nodded, slowly, biting hard on his cheek, swallowing back a stream of insults he was sure would ruin things completely between them. Another step, yet Ashur still stood there, slumped and ragged against the wall, and still not looking at him. Tarquin turned, and Ashur caught his arm. “Fuck—dammit, you’ve made it clear—” Then Ashur was pulling him close, lifting the veil of his mask up, and his lips were on Tarquin’s, hot and desperate. Tarquin had thought his world had flipped on its head enough over the last day or so. But this? This was something he knew how to take.

[tkwritesdumbassassins]

CAVEAT LECTOR HIC SUNT DAEMONES

CHAPTER XII: ERUDITO

It's hereeeeeeee 😌❤️ The BBEG Boss Fight That's Been Promised

Preview under the cut:

"It is just a name," Isotta mumbled, snapping her gaze to the ground, scuffing at an overturned stone. Wind swept away the muffled noise that escaped the older Crow. The raven had finally gotten bored and flew off with a raucous croak, soon gliding on the updrafts back to her roost. Isotta watched until she disappeared behind a wispy cloud, wishing not for the first time to have wings of her own. "Come now. I know you are far smarter than that. You must realize your heritage alone carries much with it. Do not be surprised if they scrounge for whatever to wield against you. And names? They have power."

[psin314]

veilguard mermaids! i'm a little bit late cus i forgot that i wanted to draw all of them as mermaids and remembered about it uuh yesterday. but anyway i like how they all turned out!

and a lil thingie for giggles. real life sizes version (taash 15 m and harding 20 cm)

[ratbagjasper]

a promise of hope / is enough to feel free

Castled Queenside is officially done!

Am I okay? Not really. This fic has been a labour of love for almost a year. I never thought I could write anything so long.

But in no way would it have been nearly as fun as it had been without so many of you supporting and encouraging me. So beneath the fold I have some thanks to give out.

Please be kind - my memory in general is not stellar, especially for names (yet another trait I've projected onto Dawes). Just know that if you ever reblogged my CQ updates or expressed your love for Dawes, my gratitude is deep and boundless.

My fiance @northyme, for putting up with my ranting and raving and helping me work through plot snarls. For reading the smut and giving their seal of approval. My pickle :)

@svalbird - for not even going here yet reading a big chunk of chapters, then actually playing Veilguard and joining the fandom. My whump buddy, my angst pal. I know you have my back when it's time to blend those blorbos

@d7kyoshi - My longfic pal, my brother-in-rooklace-arms. Many thanks for letting me bounce ideas off you and for keeping the hype train for dwarves and rooklace and yuri going (everyone read Taller Than Titans NOW!)

@epiphany-jones - for being an endless well of kind words and an all over inspiration, for always picking up what I'm putting down, for GETTING Dawes and cheering him on and also hunting him for sport. He needs both for proper enrichment

@himluv - for cheering in the tags and comments and being a huge supporter and Hardawes fan from the start, for the inspiration to even write about Hardawes in the first place after I read Say My Name (say it twice)!

@tkwritesdumbassassins - for your in depth comments and picking up on parallels and little breadcrumbs I placed throughout the fic, for being a great worldbuilding wall to bounce ideas off, and just a really positive influence

@cute-ellyna - for reblogging every update with hearts and kind words. It always helped and always put a smile on my face!

@falonwithbenefits - so much hype and encouragement and so many kind words!

@in-the-drowning-deep - So much blorbo brainstorming and rooklace and sharing songs!! My fellow Mercar!

The Lighthouse Creative Hub crew for the constant encouragement, for spinning off ideas, and for loving Hardawes as much as I do!!

There are so many more here on tumblr who I see in my notes constantly like @shoutyelf and @frostbittensun and @thedas-finest and @mythals-whore and @corinnesin and @imrowanartist and @blackwall-my-tiny-husband and @davrinsleftpectoral and @shadowknight19kay and @bronzieinthedas and so many more but my brain is an unmended net and everything is slipping out!

240k words are a heck of a lot. Before this, the most I had written in one piece of work had been just over 100k for a YA novel I had vague dreams of publishing, but that was before covid and burnout and everything. Writing fic brought back my love for writing, big time.

This isn't the end of Dawes and Harding's story. The sequel does not have a name yet, but it has its beats. In the meantime I have a Hardawes smut oneshot in the works, and of course, Let These Ruined Palms Be Your Chantry is going to get some much needed love. I will also be working on Bloodletting, a Merrill x Bellara postcanon fic. :)

Until then, enjoy this illustration I made some time ago with Dawes and Harding in their epilogue, picking daisies and recovering from saving the world.

From Ready Now - Dodie:

You saw through me all this time I'd forgotten people are kind I was hurting and you knew So you showed me what to do You said "I will listen, tell it all When you're finished we'll talk more" But I didn't know how, so we took it in turns To my surprise we found my words

[ratbagjasper]

The store didn't have Ship of Magic but I bought the next two in the series anyway

[ratbagjasper]

sketched Namani Lavellan smiling so I can show her tooth gap

34 dead 8023 injured

[datvcompanionweeks]

Are you excited? Because we’re excited. Lace Harding is excited.

Harding Week 2026 will take place from July 27th to August 2nd!

The hashtag will be #DATVHarding2026.

The prompts for the week are as follows:

Day 1 (July 27) – Compassion | Rage Day 2 (July 28) – Archery | Camping Day 3 (July 29) – Cheese | Mabari Day 4 (July 30) – Kal Sharok | Titans Day 5 (July 31) – The Stone | Lyrium | Isatunoll Day 6 (August 1) – Solo | Team Day 7 (August 2) – Free Day!

Check out the Rules & FAQ on our blog. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

We’re so excited to see what you all do with these prompts!

[ratbagjasper]

a promise of hope / is enough to feel free

Castled Queenside is officially done!

Am I okay? Not really. This fic has been a labour of love for almost a year. I never thought I could write anything so long.

But in no way would it have been nearly as fun as it had been without so many of you supporting and encouraging me. So beneath the fold I have some thanks to give out.

Please be kind - my memory in general is not stellar, especially for names (yet another trait I've projected onto Dawes). Just know that if you ever reblogged my CQ updates or expressed your love for Dawes, my gratitude is deep and boundless.

My fiance @northyme, for putting up with my ranting and raving and helping me work through plot snarls. For reading the smut and giving their seal of approval. My pickle :)

@svalbird - for not even going here yet reading a big chunk of chapters, then actually playing Veilguard and joining the fandom. My whump buddy, my angst pal. I know you have my back when it's time to blend those blorbos

@d7kyoshi - My longfic pal, my brother-in-rooklace-arms. Many thanks for letting me bounce ideas off you and for keeping the hype train for dwarves and rooklace and yuri going (everyone read Taller Than Titans NOW!)

@epiphany-jones - for being an endless well of kind words and an all over inspiration, for always picking up what I'm putting down, for GETTING Dawes and cheering him on and also hunting him for sport. He needs both for proper enrichment

@himluv - for cheering in the tags and comments and being a huge supporter and Hardawes fan from the start, for the inspiration to even write about Hardawes in the first place after I read Say My Name (say it twice)!

@tkwritesdumbassassins - for your in depth comments and picking up on parallels and little breadcrumbs I placed throughout the fic, for being a great worldbuilding wall to bounce ideas off, and just a really positive influence

@cute-ellyna - for reblogging every update with hearts and kind words. It always helped and always put a smile on my face!

@falonwithbenefits - so much hype and encouragement and so many kind words!

@in-the-drowning-deep - So much blorbo brainstorming and rooklace and sharing songs!! My fellow Mercar!

The Lighthouse Creative Hub crew for the constant encouragement, for spinning off ideas, and for loving Hardawes as much as I do!!

There are so many more here on tumblr who I see in my notes constantly like @shoutyelf and @frostbittensun and @thedas-finest and @mythals-whore and @corinnesin and @imrowanartist and @blackwall-my-tiny-husband and @davrinsleftpectoral and @shadowknight19kay and @bronzieinthedas and so many more but my brain is an unmended net and everything is slipping out!

240k words are a heck of a lot. Before this, the most I had written in one piece of work had been just over 100k for a YA novel I had vague dreams of publishing, but that was before covid and burnout and everything. Writing fic brought back my love for writing, big time.

This isn't the end of Dawes and Harding's story. The sequel does not have a name yet, but it has its beats. In the meantime I have a Hardawes smut oneshot in the works, and of course, Let These Ruined Palms Be Your Chantry is going to get some much needed love. I will also be working on Bloodletting, a Merrill x Bellara postcanon fic. :)

Until then, enjoy this illustration I made some time ago with Dawes and Harding in their epilogue, picking daisies and recovering from saving the world.

From Ready Now - Dodie:

You saw through me all this time I'd forgotten people are kind I was hurting and you knew So you showed me what to do You said "I will listen, tell it all When you're finished we'll talk more" But I didn't know how, so we took it in turns To my surprise we found my words

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[scalycat]

A moment of respite