#josrand

[jetcat]

a quick doodle of post adamant Josrand because she’s upsetti and just wants her son. i’m slowly getting back into digital because i’ve primarily been doing traditional and also i’m currently in a slump.

but anyway! i love my bird mom.

[jetcat]

hi!!! here is a morning sketch of my sweet baby Josrand because it's been a while and I miss my tall bird mom

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i really didn’t feel like editing these bc ps is slow and kills my laptop but 

look at my baby go in the winter palace i love her

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hello here’s a 2018 Josrand doodle that i know the anatomy/pose looks trash on i did in like 5 minutes because i miss her so much

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Halamshiral Shenanigans

@ourinquisitorialness​ your enabling is much appreciated

If anyone had told Josrand that in the future she would be carrying on in a diplomatic conversation with some Orlesian nobles, she would have left slugs in their bedroll. Sadly, no one had told her such a thing and she was there anyway, stuck in Halamshiral in a too-loose dress (more practical for taking off for a fight, Josephine had said), striking up a useless banter about land. Josrand holds her glass of wine in one hand, other pushing a loose curl behind her ear. She hates this.

“Pardon me, but I have to borrow our Inquisitor for a moment.” Smooth, quick words and a hand on her shoulder. She’s saved. The nobles all nod and giggle, one actually bowing politely before walking away. Josrand lets out the breath she’d been holding in and turns to her savior.

“Dorian, I have never been happier to see you,” she says, walking away with her best friend and if she leans into him it isn’t talked about. “I thought I was going to go mad, listening to them talk like that was exhausting.”

Dorian hums and ushers Josrand over to a corner away from other guests and listening ears. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun, now could I?” He grins, head tilting to the left just so.

Josrand snorts, eyes rolling. “I would hardly call that fun, but I know that what you must have for me is far better.”

They stand in the corner speaking in hushed tones for just a few more minutes, long enough for Dorian to tell Josrand about some rumors he heard and how she could investigate them. So long as she didn’t stay away from the party for too long, nothing would seem to be amiss.

It was better than staying at the party.

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She dances with Florianne, many nobles gossip about it.

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Josrand supposes she should have expected this. Really, the Duchess was being far too giving with her information and she should have caught on to how suspicious it was. Josrand sighed, hands going for the daggers strapped to her back. She had long since abandoned the loose dress for the simple armor underneath, all leather and straps. She felt sticky and disgusting as she listened to Florianne drone on about her plan.

“Kill her and bring me the hand.” With that, Florianne walks away and Josrand lunges.

She dodges the arrows shot at her and tumbles towards the tear in front of her, glowing as green as her hand. She stops and raises her hand to open it and that’s when she realizes she’s made a terrible mistake. Eight archers, seven arrows, one still notched and ready to go. Fenehdis.

Josrand gets the tear open, but not before an arrow lances through her left arm, head buried deep in her bicep. She yells out a curse and dodges another volley of arrows. Cassandra and Dorian call out to her in worry, bolts of lightning shooting by her head to take out the archers and a shield bash taking out the rogue behind her. It’s a mess.

Josrand fights through it, left arm dangling by her side like a noodle. She’s particularly brutal with the one that shot her. When they finally finish and get the guard tied to the post free, she’s covered in blood that isn’t all her own and Vivienne is fussing over her.

“Really, dear, you’re always getting into trouble,” she says, holding tight to Josrand’s injured arm and she almost screams. She thinks Vivienne is purposely digging her nails into her.

“I’m fine,” Josrand grits out, tying a bandage loosely around the wound. Cassandra had none too kindly broken off the shaft of the arrow moments ago. “You worry too much.”

Dorian makes his way over, wiping a spatter of blood off of his cheek. “We worry just enough, I would say. Now I can make it hurt less if you just--”

“We have to get to the ballroom,” Josrand cuts him off. They didn’t have time for this. “I have blackmail that I don’t intend to waste.”

Her companions watch as she walks away and she swears they sigh in unison.

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Her takedown of Florianne is glorious, public humiliation. Cullen, of course, expressed worry at her “talk” with Florianne.

“The eyes of every noble in the empire are on us, your grace. Remember to smile,” she says, sickeningly sweet. She walks up the stairs towards Florianne, who is backing up and grimacing. “This is your party, after all. We wouldn’t want them to think you’ve lost control.”

“Who would not be delighted to speak with you, Inquisitor?” She keeps backing up.

“Well, I was worried you wouldn’t save a dance for me after you had your archers try and fail to kill me!” Josrand crosses her arms behind her back, dress flowing behind her and arm throbbing as she walked. The whole ballroom gasps. “It’s frighteningly easy to lose your good graces. You even framed your dear brother for the murder of a council emissary.”

“Oh,” she hears Cullen mumble. Yes, oh, she wasn’t going to go back on her plan and let Celene die.

Josrand stops her circle around Florianne and she smiles. “After all, all of your enemies are under one roof!” She holds a hand up and makes a show of counting on her fingers, “Celene, Gaspard, the Council of Heralds. Perfect.”

“This is entertaining, but surely you do not imagine anyone believes your wild stories?” Florianne panics, backing away even further.

Josrand watches as Florianne pleads with her brother, watches as the guards surround her. She looks up at Celene and bows. “I’ll leave this particular matter to you.”

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She blackmails Celene, Gaspard, and Briala into working together. Josrand is satisfied with their horrified faces, them realizing that she’s beat them at their own game.

She supposes that it ended up being a good night. After all, she managed to get blood all over the lovely rugs.

Josrand’s canon is that she blackmails all of them into working together, because who doesn’t love some blackmail? And that she got hit with an arrow because I always thought it would have been more fun if that happened. 

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5 Unknown Facts About Your OC

Rules are simple: list 5 facts about your OC that you haven’t shared before (in art, writing, fictions, answers etc.) Basically new stuff! Tag people to share their OC facts if you want. If you have more than 1 OC – pick one or all, your call. :D

And here I am back with more oc facts, this time for my angry tol bird. Tagged by the lovely @sunshinemage!

Josrand Senrion

1. Josrand can’t swim. She never really had time to learn with her extreme interest in training and then later with her assassin work. She never thought it important to mention until Dorian convinced Sera and Bull to toss her into a lake. The aftermath was messy and very wet. 

2. She has a particular fondness for tiny cakes. Josrand thinks it’s a secret, but everyone knows. And I mean everyone.

3. She’s tried and failed to convince several Keepers to teach her how to write Elvish. There was bribery involved in one case and it almost worked. Almost. 

4. Though she was wary at first, Josrand and Cole are close friends. They confide in each other, though Cole is harder to understand with his riddle-like way of speaking. She makes sure he eats, he makes sure she sleeps. Josrand thinks that Cole is becoming more and more like a younger brother with each day.

5. Josrand’s skill with poisons is terrifying. Next to sneaking up on people and quickly killing them, poisons were one of Josrand’s favored means of completing a mission. They don’t scare her too much at this point in her life. (think of it as tier 4 in poison-making)

I’m not going to officially tag anyone, but feel free to do this if you want to!

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💘 and 👪 for Jos?? :)

💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

Josrand will never truly admit it, but she’s always had a bit of a crush on Cassandra. The Seeker is just so good and strong that Josrand can’t help it. She’s one of her best friend’s and Josrand will defer to Cassandra’s judgement on a lot of matters. Not to mention she can throw Josrand across the sparring grounds and it’s amazing.

👪 …someone in my muse’s family.

Sulahn’Nehn. Ordinarily I would say her brothers, but Nehn is very special to me and Josrand both. He certainly lives up to his name--happiness/joy! 

She came across a caravan that was destroyed while out scouting with her party and there he was, crying and dirty in the remains of what looked like a cart. So, Josrand took him in and raised him. She loves him to death and will do anything to protect him, even though he has a tendency to get stuck in the strangest places.

I would say he’s about 2 years old at this point in time? 

Thank you so much for asking!

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What if Jos had been born in Clan Lavellan?? :D

Oooooh this is a fun one!

If Josrand was born in Clan Lavellan instead of her own clan (Clan Atthon which I am working on developing), I think her life would have been far more peaceful than it ended up being. There’s the potential that both of her parents would be alive and she never would have run away with her brothers because there would always be someone to defend them.

She wouldn’t have become the heartless assassin, I don’t think, but she’d still be a skilled rogue. Thellan wouldn’t be Tranquil, Tamris wouldn’t be as sad as he is. Of course the three would continue to be as close as they are, no matter what clan they’re in or what universe they exist in they’ll still be the best siblings.

Josrand would be softer than she is now but I would bet that she and Traesa would still be friends.

This is messy and not as organized as I thought it would be but lol it was nice to think about. Thank you!