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[mushrooms-x-moss]

SAD GIRL WARDEN CLUB ⚔️

Just the saddest little Wardens you ever did see! What started as a silly joke in a Tumblr comment thread is now front and center on Issue #2 of Thedas' hottest magazine for fashionable Wardens everywhere.

Check out Issue #1 here!

FEATURING THE VERY SAD: AYLA (@mushrooms-x-moss), ERIS (@grand-crow), LYDIA (@dudewheresmynug), ZEA (@redaresss), & QUEENIE (@lycheecatee) 💕

Ploppin' the tag list below to share the silliness! 🥲💧

@onelooseskull @serialsforbellara @davrinsleftpectoral @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @hedwigoprah @guacamolleee @introvertedfangrl @vishantikaffar @sunny374940 @sorcerousadventurer @necromanticsoul @brightbreezeblog @casa-dei-corvei @handsignals @wolfmoonwildflowers @notyourmamasdeerbat @sandcastlekings @curiouswisp @quaksi @trashwithvariety @trash-nerd @rooks-dagger @tevivinter @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @zennihilation @kogarashi-art @pinkvbay @chaosherald @xkatchy @brynriith @in-the-drowning-deep @ass-deep-in-demons @bronzieinthedas @winterhartarts @oddsaint22 @veilguardingonmain @wickedadaar @lemondelighted @andthekitchensinkao3🌿

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[in-the-drowning-deep]

OC Kiss Week | Heated

Her canon LI might not clue most people in, but Esha absolutely has a thing for tall women like @grand-crow's wonderful Eris! Especially when they let her use force magic to pick them up for ease of smooching ❤️

[grand-crow]

A massive thank you to the extremely talented @ann-chovi for creating this piece of my Rook (Eris Thorne). Check out their artwork, it's fabulous! Plus, their Rook (Tenzin) chose Harding, so you already know they have impeccable taste.

Now I'm off to goggle at it some more for the remainder of this bank holiday Monday.

[mushrooms-x-moss]

What Part of Thedas Are You From? 🗺️

TYSM for the tags @kogarashi-art, @tieflingsorcerer, and @grand-crow! I can't stop cackling at this one even though I’m unsurprised by my result. I am Ayla and she is me, RIP. 😂 🫶

Quiz here

Well grand-crow, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em I guess... 🤣

If you need us, we'll be over here moonshinin' and embracing the heritage of our homeland.

Tags under the cut! All of y'all and anyone reading is invited to play!

@onelooseskull @serialsforbellara @davrinsleftpectoral @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @hedwigoprah @guacamolleee @introvertedfangrl @vishantikaffar @redaresss @sunny374940 @sorcerousadventurer @necromanticsoul @brightbreezeblog @casa-dei-corvei @lycheecatee @handsignals @wolfmoonwildflowers @sandcastlekings @notyourmamasdeerbat @curiouswisp @quaksi @trash-nerd @trashwithvariety @dudewheresmynug @rooks-dagger @tevivinter @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @seaglassmelody @zennihilation @pinkvbay @chaosherald @xkatchy @brynriith @in-the-drowning-deep @ass-deep-in-demons @bronzieinthedas @winterhartarts @oddsaint22 @therivercrow @veilguardingonmain 🌿

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[in-the-drowning-deep]

when you're 5'0 and your gf is 6'5, but you still wanna be the big spoon @grand-crow

[grand-crow]

OC as a villain

Big thanks to @jukkaricity and @blackwall-my-tiny-husband for the tags. I'm a bit late for this, but I like to think I'm fashionably late, yeah, I'll run with that.

Here be QUIZ

I dunno man... Eris is often too 'in her head' to break out into a long, lengthy monologue, but maybe mirror universe/darkside Eris is more verbose. Maybe her parents were killed by a pack of rabid nugs whilst coming home after a night out at the opera in Orlais.

Also, if they existed in Thedas, she'd 100% be the type to join some depressing gothic post-punk band and then leave over 'creative differences.'

As a bonus, here are some photos of Eris gurning, falling asleep mid conversation or falling under the spell of a cursed lighthouse mirror (I had fun looking through my screenshot folder).

I feel everyone has probably already done this, but if not, consider thyself taggetheth.

[grand-crow]

Reflections Ruesday

Thanks as always @woundedsoul12 for the tag! Gosh, this piece is from a sequel to another work that didn't come to fruition. It features Rook and her aunt at a party (931 words, I got carried away!):

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“Sweet pea!” Sylvia sways from side to side, her breath ripe with Château DuPlessis vintage 9:42. Rook loves her mad Ander aunt dearly, but she'll need to have serious words with the waiting staff.

This is a woman who'd happily drink musty grape juice and be none the wiser.

“Oh my, don't you scrub up well! Who knew there was a woman in there?” The Ander stares at her noticeable cleavage, it isn't a salacious stare, it's just where her eyes naturally settle due to Rook's towering stature.

Rook fidgets with the hem of her bodice, hyper-aware of each slither of fabric hugging her frame to accentuate the curvature of her hour-glass figure. “I'm going to let that slide, as I can tell you're clearly enjoying yourself.” She gestures to the wine glass, as well as the mountain of empty ones perching on the table behind.

“Oh aye! It lacks the beauty of Hossberg like, but it's been nice to get away.”

Rook's mind turns to the dreary, piss-stained streets of her birthplace, and the near-dilapidated bordello Sylvia calls home. Maybe she has gone mad with syphilis?

“These things though...” Sylvia holds up a caviar topped deviled egg. Lacking the finer motor skills of a sober person, she practically thrusts the decadent canapé up Rook's nasal cavity.

Rook leans away, trying to stifle a sneeze. “Wha-What about them Sylvia?”

“They're alright like, but I'm wondering if they have any pork, something wrapped in pastry maybe?”

Rook scrutinises Sylvia's face, trying to detect the faintest hint of jape. She's actually serious.

“Sylvia, you've come to a country renowned for its cuisine and you want a bloody sausage roll?”

“Aye, that'd be lovely pet!”

I wasn't offering!

“I do like the language here, it's all romantic like. I even have something in Orlesian tattooed on my ankle, wanna see?”

Rook's brow is a tangled knot of worriment. “You do...? Where did you get that done?”

Please don't say 'down the tavern.'

“You know our Marie?”

“No.” Why does she assume I know every sodding person in the Anderfels?

“Oh you'll know her! She's Ansel's cousin's stepsister. You know Ansel, the one caught peddling counterfeit relics near the Chantry.”

Rook does remember being offered the toenail of Andraste a few years back.

“Anyway, when our Marie was doing time for that spate of indecent exposure, she taught herself Orlesian.”

“Uh huh...” Rook can barely disguise the scepticism in her voice. “So.... What does it say?” Rook takes a glass of sparkling wine from a nearby server. This should be good.

“It says 'you only live once,' but in Orlesian, obviously.” Sylvia reaches down pulling away the layers of skirt to proudly display her ankle to a bewildered Rook.

The taller woman leans down for a better look. Her eyes barely open as she squints at mostly illegible text. The ink is smudged, and in an awful cursive that makes her own chicken scratch look refined. It doesn't quite say what Sylvia expects, translating to 'we only live for one liver.' At least in Sylvia's case, these are wiser words to live by...

“Erm, Sylvia-”

“Lovely isn't it?” The drunken Ander interrupts. “There's one in Qunlat on my left tit as well, it says 'Live. Laugh. Love. Wanna see?”

Rook momentarily forgets how to swallow as she nearly chokes on her wine. “N-No! Sylvia, it's okay, but why are you getting random shite tattooed-”

“HELLO SERVER!” Sylvia's bellow reverberates around the parlour, frightening poor Rook who clutches at her glass for dear life. The waiter sweeps past them, either not understanding or pointedly ignoring the inebriated Ander.

“Bloody typical, that's not the first time that's happened tonight.”

Gee, I wonder why.

“Sylvia, for a lot of the staff, the common tongue isn't their first language, have you tried the odd bit of Orlesian?” Rook prays that didn't sound too condescending, she knows her aunt can get a bit 'physical' when hammered.

“Oh sweet pea, what do you take me for? Of course I have. Watch this.” Sylvia staggers her way in front of an alarmed waiter, Rook sees it in his eyes, the fight or flight response. “EXCUSEE ME, UN LA BEERO SEE VOO PLATE.”

Mentally, Rook is packing her bags and traipsing off for her Calling. She's about to whisper something to the waiter until a loud eruption sends her lurching into him.

“THEY'RE PLAYING MY SONG!”

Before Rook's brain can register what's happening, sloshed Sylvia teeters towards the harpsichord. A sea of rouge and powdered wigs look on in abject horror as the woman gyrates her hips in a distinctly lewd fashion. Grinding down on the startled musician, her buttocks sway arrhythmically to now dissonant chords. “Sweet pea! Come and join me!”

Oh could this be it? This bubbling? Could they finally be calling to me? Shit, no, it's just gas.

“No, you do you Sylvia! Knock yourself out!” Hopefully literally.

Lace materialises next to Rook, causing the tall woman to lurch forwards once more. “Lace, mon cœur, learn to make a noise when you move!"

“Sorry, I'll start thrashing around like you do... I see Sylvia is having the time of her life.” Lace looks on at the Ander prostrates herself on all fours, slapping her rear-end to endless mutterings of 'mon dieu!'

“Say Lace, fancy a tattoo in Orlesian?”

“Err, no.”

“Shame, you'd look good with 'ma biche' plastered on your right arse cheek.”

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It's very daft, and you can probably tell that I originally wrote it at the pub, waiting for friends. I'm pretty sure you may have already been tagged, but here's a soft one for @in-the-drowning-deep and @waxlyricaloperaticmoon, and for anyone else reading this! :)

[grand-crow]

Which fictional Character is your OC?

Cheers @waxlyricalmoon for the tag.

Rules: Take this QUIZ to find out which fictional character best aligns with your OC

So here's the match for my Rook, Eris Thorne.

I got Terry Jeffords from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I suppose they're both really tall 'gentle giants,' who love their families. I'm not sure where the rest of the overlap is lol.

Terry loves eluvians.