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a space for me to scream all my fandom opinions into the void * Raph or Rey / he or they * sideblog from @ofrevival, so follows/likes will come from there

[starlightarchery]

personal blog by - Rey or Raph - he / they pronouns

just a space for me to scream my fandom opinions into the void. current hyperfixation is: dragon age veilguard .

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( my gifs ) ( my ocs ) ( my writing ) ( my art )

CURRENT PROJECT: creation both haunted & holy - a mourn watcher Rook story ↪ ( will be updated as more chapters are written )

( AO3 link. )

[projectiapetus]

Prompt: First Interview

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During their first interview, the HR representative excuses themselves from the office for an emergency and leaves your character to their own devices. They sit in an uncomfortable wooden chair in front of a clean metal-and-glass table. One folder laid open in the center of the desk shows their own application and cover letter. Aside from that, there are three stacks of folders: The largest stack which seems to be the queue, a hefty stack of hot-pink sticky-noted rejections, and a thin stack of what must be approvals. Muffled yelling can be heard from across the hall as the HR rep apologizes, and it seems like it will be a while. Left to their own devices for minutes-turned-potentially-to-hours… what do they do?

[starlightarchery]

The hem of their shirt isn’t going to make it to the end of this meeting, at the rate they’ve picked at a once-tiny loose thread that’s now wrapped around their finger. 

Aside from the nervous tic and quietly bouncing leg though, Atlas thinks they’ve kept up with this rep well enough. She’s pleasant, the sort of corporate friendliness to be expected of a position like this, but at least she seems to actually mean it; so it’s easier to pretend. And they seem to be talking and smiling at the right times, because she replies in a bubbly voice and moves on to the next bullet point. The edge of their folder is lifted off the desk as she reads, and they try to maintain eye contact – fighting the urge to stare down the typed words as though if they don’t, the ink will somehow betray him. 

She excuses herself halfway through. Atlas tries not to read into it. Just smiles and nods, deftly fielding her apologies with a quiet, “No worries,” as she slips out the door.

A minute goes by. Another. There’s a loud tapping sound that they dimly realize is them; their leg is bouncing faster now. The breath they take in to steady themselves is shaky at best, useless at worst. Sweat beads at their hairline, and their heart thumps loud enough that they swear it can be heard all the way down the hall.

‘Their’ heart. 

Another minute. They start reciting poems in their head, something else to focus on – to block out the sound.

‘ And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

This it is and nothing more.” ’

It’s not working. Desperation wins out, pushing aside any clinging confidence in favor of the burning need for some kind of reassurance, and Atlas casts a quick glance over the shoulder before reaching for the file. 

Does it say what it’s supposed to? Are the words what they should be? God this was so stupid, so stupid, why the hell did they put their trust in—

The doorknob twists and Atlas sits back too rapidly to stay steady, nearly toppling out of the wood chair before righting themself. The rep checks on him in that cloyingly sweet voice, to which they force a smile and try to laugh it off – they just got so excited they could barely sit still. To which she beams and moves on, apologizes for the delay (some kind of computer disaster). Nothing to do with him, she assures as she settles back into her own chair. 

Atlas smiles and offers commiseration – “Gotta love technology,” they say – and the interview goes on. 

They try to focus on her. Not on the sound still thumping away in their chest. 

‘And suddenly there came a tapping,

as of someone gently rapping,

rapping at my chamber door…’ 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

[starlightarchery]

i sure would like the chance to try 😳

[linposter]

Shadow Dragon Introduction: ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎ 🩸Nameless

Thank you to @shadow-dragon-week and @sketchytea for the template!

My other Shadow Dragon has no name. They have no past. No presence. No future. Call me as you like is typically how they introduce themself. From 'Falon' to 'Hollix', this Rook has accrued various names over the years, yet few know much of anything else, and with good reason.

R̵͈̰̦͍͚̠̫̍͆́̑̆Ë̶̙́͊͐͗̍̔͘D̴̼̮͛̅̓̾̕͝A̸̦̻͈̻̓̄̑C̸͙̀T̴̪̞̮̽̒̈͑̃̓͝E̶͖̜̗̙̰̟͌͒̄ͅD̴͚͎͎̼͈͕̔̈́͆̈̃́ has been training in magical art and theory for as long as they can remember. Under the tutelage of one of the Circle's most up-and-coming scholars, Laetan Averius, and his vast network of academic connections, magic became their whole world. Literally. Kept under lock and key, R̵͈̰̦͍͚̠̫̍͆́̑̆Ë̶̙́͊͐͗̍̔͘D̴̼̮͛̅̓̾̕͝A̸̦̻͈̻̓̄̑C̸͙̀T̴̪̞̮̽̒̈͑̃̓͝E̶͖̜̗̙̰̟͌͒̄ͅD̴͚͎͎̼͈͕̔̈́͆̈̃́ was one of countless elves under Averius' rule. Yet they remained oblivious to the circumstances of their upbringing for many, many years due to extreme isolation and the focused attention of their captor.

One breakout attempt, one casualty, and one world-shattering realization later, Nameless found themself taken in by the Shadow Dragons. Their sadness and anger moulded into a weapon and pointed back at men like the one who raised them.

Fighting fire with fire had never been part of Nameless' philosophy - in fact they hadn't used fire magic since their liberation - but, despite Averius' fondness for pyromancy, his collaboration with the Venatori revealled his vested interest in the study of blood magic. When given the oppotunity to confront him during a failing mission, Nameless faltered. Despite their lifelong studies, the Laetan overwhelmed them with ease. And with blood spilled and their world fading to black, Nameless was left with a choice: to give in, or resist by any means necessary.

In the aftermath, they were let go from the Shadow Dragons quietly and without fuss, many assuming they had died with the rest of their team. Some years later they returned to Minrathous, working mostly independantly but on occassion collaborately with the Threads or doing personal favours for Ashur and Dorian (to Tarquin's chargrin).

RRAU: Nameless is heavily involved in RP spaces. As such I'm more invested in their non-canon relatiionships (they're canon in my heart):

Ruskin Ingellvar by @starlightarchery Darius Konrul by @ennayeliah

[starlightarchery]

if Hozier is the bog king, and Florence is the fae queen, then Cosmo Sheldrake is the fae trickster that people warn you about making deals with

[linposter]

✨VGen Application Post✨

I'm keen to enter an art space that's firm in it's boundaries regarding AI and being pro-human, not pro-profit-by-any-means. I've been drawing for almost 20 years, studied animation, and work/engage in that industry regularly. Engagement with this post will grant my entry into this new space, so every like, reblog, and reply is tremendously appreciated. Now for the tasty bit: art!

☝️ Collab piece. Responsible ONLY for background, colouring and rendering. Sketch credit to @/btbty24, and lineart credit to @/ennanas.

VGen Profile: https://vgen.co/linposter

[knowlsey]

A gift for @starlightarchery for our secret Santa art exchange.

I had so much fun drawing this and taking part in the secret Santa. Viridian and Hope are so beautiful I’m glad I was able to do them justice 🥰

The lore for these characters is so good I eat up every single rp reply and their efforts to reunite after Weisshaupt had me HOOKED!! Thank you Rey and Evan for your amazing character work and trusting me (kinda, you didn’t know it was me but still) to capture them on canvas. 💚

Viridian belongs to @starlightarchery and Hope belongs to @evans-endeavors

[tiravi]

Secret Santa with friends hehe ♡♡♡ this was my gift for @moonbunecho ╰(´︶`)╯♡♡♡ the polyfreaks being cute, happy, and in love

characters from left to right: Ambrose belongs to @knowlsey Osla belongs to @moonbunecho and Reto belongs to me!

[starlightarchery]

my part of a christmas secret santa trade for @ennayeliah of her crow, Egon 🐺 local cryptid, toothy gentleman, and yes he just smiles like that 😃

[evans-endeavors]

Gay Wardens

An assortment of art depicting my Grey Warden, Dan, that I never posted.

The shorter/older Warden is Viridian! Who belongs to @starlightarchery

[ph-cutie]

the lion does not concern himself with where the light source in his drawing is

[berensreverie]

A moment of pain does not undo a lifetime of hope.

Happy anniversary Dragon Age Veilguard!

[ratbagjasper]

Finished this study of lovely Harding 💜

[ prints ]

[starlightarchery]

your new literature professor has arrived, are you paying attention during his lecture - yes or no? 🤣

a little modern AU fun with my grey warden rook, Viridian Sirocco

edit: idk what tumblr's got against the color red, but it sure did absolutely destroy the warmth of this piece, holy crap

[starlightarchery]

" You need to relax."

being on the run is stressful, but at least the view is pretty 👀 a little cowboy AU fun for Ruskin and Nameless (who belongs to @linposter)

the more i look at this the more i'm really really proud of it - it really is like, the perfect testament to how far my art has come even in just the last year, let alone compared to when i first started. getting better at celebrating milestones like this 😊

[moonbunecho]

Commission for my dear friend @starlightarchery who let me design Grief IT WAS SO FUN THANK YOU THANK YOU 😭❤️

[linposter]

🕊 Team Edward or Jacob? How 'bout both?

The Thotycule in their Halloween costumes ♡

🐺 Cain - mine / 🕊 Arjun - @btbty24 / 🧛‍♂️ Darius - @ennanas